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Anthony Alboran's story – Crisp Buddies.

 

Written by John Teller.

 

Part six.

 

"No, we haven't been anywhere today. We spaced out and watched some TV, and then I played some games on my Ipad."

 

Olga looked at my crisp buddy, and grinned. "What time did you get up?"

 

Ashton kept his face down because he was giggling when he said, "Eight o'clock."

 

(I giggled because we hadn't gone to sleep until seven, and it was two o'clock in the afternoon before we woke up. And it was three o'clock before we'd showered and I'd sucked him off and we were dressed. Then we had just cereal because Ashton said we would go to his house for dinner, or they would think he'd moved out permanently. He phoned his mum at work and told her we were going to their house, and he would be home when she got home. Apparently, Wendy had phoned Olga, because she came home first and was expecting to see us. Her first words were, "Have you run out of food over there. I didn't expect to see you two for a week. You haven't fallen out already, have you?" We both giggled when she said that.)

 

Olga retorted to his comment that we'd got up at eight, "I'll believe you. A lot wouldn't. Me and Wendy were having something from the chip-shop for dinner tonight. Are you two okay with that?"

 

I nodded, and Ashton said, "Lubbly jubbly. I'll have barbequed chicken and chips." He looked at me. "What do you want Tony?"

 

"I'll have the same please."

 

Ashton grinned naughtily. "We seem to like the same things."

 

I tried to keep a straight face, but couldn't, so I grinned and looked away from him at his mum, Wendy. "How has your day gone, Wendy?"

 

She gave me a lovely smile. "Fine. We're busy at the moment." Then she looked at Ashton. "I've booked you in to have your teeth cleaned and polished next week."

 

"What day?"

 

"Wednesday. Why?"

 

Ashton shrugged his shoulders. "Just wanted to know it isn't going to clash with our fishing."

 

Wendy chuckled. "Since when have you become a fisherman?"

 

Ashton pointed at me. "Since he said we'd got to go fishing. He's fishing mad!"

 

Olga said, "Good! I'm glad something can get you out of the house away from that damned Ipad and that damned computer and that damned Xbox! Make sure you take some suncream. You spend so much time in the house that you'll frizzle up like a crisp if the sun gets on your delicate body."

 

Aston chuckled. He looked directly at me, and said, "He likes crisps."

 

I grinned at him. "Not prawn cocktail ones."

 

I think it was the `cocktail' that did it, because he suddenly burst out laughing and then made an excuse that he needed a pee, and went out of the room still laughing his head off. I didn't know where to put my face, but once again Batman came to the rescue. She looked at me and smiled when she said, "He's a naughty boy, but I suppose you already know that by now, Tony."

 

I nodded. "But he's fun. I never stop laughing when he's around." I looked at Wendy. "I've never met anybody like him before."

 

She gave me a lovely smile. "He says the same about you."

 

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There was an argument when Wendy told Ashton that he had to go with her to the chip-shop and that they were walking and not taking the car. That's when I saw the little boy in him. He moaned that his legs were hurting; he moaned that it was almost a mile away; he moaned that the chips would be cold by the time they got back, and he moaned that I wouldn't go with him instead of his mum. But I didn't interfere. I knew exactly why they were walking and not taking the car... Batman had got me in her cave and was about to give me the third degree. But I didn't mind. Some things did need sorting, and the way Ashton was always clinging to me had already told me that a reasonable time of being with his `parents' without him around would be almost impossible unless they/me took the initiative. And I reckoned that when Wendy phoned Olga earlier, the chip-shop visit was part of a plan to do just that.

 

When they'd gone, Olga said, "Give me a hand in the kitchen, Tony. We'll lay the table and warm the plates up for those cold chips."

 

I chuckled. "He doesn't like walking, does he?"

 

She laughed. "He knew you and me were going to have a chat. He's not daft. What has he told you?"

 

I decided to be open. "Lots of things. It broke my heart when he told me about his dad. But he loves you. What was it he said... apparently, you're as mad as a hatter, but the best Social Worker in the world."

 

Olga laughed again. "Typical Ashton." Then she became serious. "I'd have put his so-called father down for what he did to our boy. I love that boy. I did the first time I ever saw him... the poor creature. Has he told you what he went through?"

 

"I know some things, but I suspect I don't know the half of it. I'm not sure I want to know. What he did tell me made me so angry that I would have shot his father. And just so you know, I'll never, ever hurt him."

 

Olga gave me the cruet. "Put that in the middle of the table. Oh, and take the table mats in as well. I'll bring the cutlery. Do you want wine with your dinner?"

 

"No thanks. I'll have a cup of tea please."

 

We walked out of the kitchen into the lounge, and when we were arranging the table, she said, "I suppose he told you that his father got sixteen years. Not long enough. You don't cure his type. He should have gone to Broadmoor. At least it was sixteen years minimum, and if I'm still in the system when his case is reviewed, I'll make up a cock and bull story to keep him inside. I can lie through my back teeth if the cause warrants it."

 

"I know. Ashton has already told me."

 

We walked back into the kitchen to butter some bread and were side by side doing it together. She stopped buttering the bread, and put her hand on my arm. "Just be careful. I don't really care that I'm putting my head on the block, but Ashton doesn't need another disaster in his life. I'm not sure he would cope with losing you. I suppose you know how much he loves you, do you?"

 

"Yes... but it's not just one way. I adore him. I have since I set eyes on him. What does Wendy think about it?"

 

"She's like me... she's afraid that it will go wrong, if not now, then in the future. I need to ask you a very personal question, Tony. Will you promise to give me an honest answer? It's important that you do. It's important for Ashton's sake."

 

I was apprehensive when I replied, "I'll try."

 

Her question hit me between the eyes. "Are you a paedophile?"

 

I breathed out deeply. "I must be if I love a fifteen year old boy."

 

"Have you fancied other under-age boys?"

 

"Not really. Ashton is the only one who's been under-age. Normally, I'm attracted to males younger than me, but they're usually about six to ten years younger than me. I'm not sure how it will be when I get older, but that's how I feel now."

 

"And when Ashton is twenty-one, how do you think you'll feel about him then?"

 

I thought carefully about her question, and then decided to be honest even if it would come across as a naive answer to anybody else but me. "I'll always love him."

 

Olga looked right into my eyes. "Yes, you probably will Tony, but that wasn't a complete answer to my question, was it?"

 

I knew exactly what she meant when I answered, "I can't imagine there will be a time when I want to go to bed unless he's by my side, talking his daft talk, and being bossy. I'll always love him, but he's only fifteen and he might fall out of love with me. Boys do have crushes."

 

Olga sighed. "That's a chance you'll have to take. There are no guarantees where love is concerned. But for what its worth, and I've been round the block a few times, even though he is still young, I think he loves you the same as you love him. That boy is a strong boy and knows his own mind, but he was like a zombie when Wendy caught him playing that music. Has he told you about that?"

 

"Love hurts?"

 

She nodded. "Yes. That's why I brought him round to your place. He was inconsolable, and it certainly wasn't because of a boyish crush. Anyway, I've made my mind up about you."

 

I smiled at her. "And what's the verdict?"

 

She took me by surprise, gave me a hug, and then pushed me away. "I trust you completely, and it will be a load off Wendy's mind when I tell her what I think. She's not very strong. She still hasn't got over it. I don't think she ever will. It was the fact that it was going on all those years under her nose, and she hadn't got a clue what was going on. She blames herself. I'm getting her over that gradually, but seeing her precious son happy as he is with you, will help tremendously." She chuckled. "What's he like in bed?"

 

I gave her a hard, amused stare. "It's none of your business."

 

She giggled. "I thought it might not be. Keep it that way... to everybody! And be prepared to lie through your back teeth until he's sixteen!"

 

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As soon as we'd sat down and were eating dinner, Ashton looked at Olga, and said, "Well?"

 

She looked back at him. "Well... what?"

 

"What were you saying about me? I'm not daft."

 

Olga smiled. "Me and Tony had a quiet chat. None of your business, but you've no need to worry your pretty head. Where are you sleeping tonight... here at home, or are you lodging again?"

 

Ashton looked at me. "Do you want to stay here?"

 

"Do you?"

 

"Yes, if it's okay with you. We can go and play on the Xbox."

 

I shook my head. "No chance. I'm no good with phones, never mind computer games."

 

"But you've got to learn!"

 

"I haven't. I don't like playing computer games."

 

Ashton glared at me while he was taking a bite of chicken, and after he'd chewed it for a short while, he growled, "But you like bloody fishing!"

 

"Fishing is relaxing. You can sit there in the fresh air and hear the birds singing and it's lovely and peaceful."

 

Ashton chuckled. "You're like an old geezer."

 

"That's me. I'm no good with phones; I can't drive; I don't like playing computer games, and I've got an eight `till five job that keeps a roof over my head."

 

"Why don't you learn to drive?"

 

This was nice. Wendy and Olga were sitting opposite us and enjoying me and Ashton sparring with each other. So I decided to play it along as far as I could, and replied to Ashton, "Why should I? So you can use me to go to the chip shop? I don't mind walking."

 

Ashton snorted. "I don't know what you'll be like when you're as old as Olga!"

 

I saw Olga chuckle, and Wendy had to cover her mouth to stifle a giggle. I winked at both of them. "I'll be fine. You'll have learned to drive by then, so you can run me around if I need to go to the doctors for Viagra or stuff like that."

 

I'd won, because Ashton began to giggle, and his giggles turned into belly laughter because I'd embarrassed him. And he wouldn't speak to me for a while after that. Eventually, when he'd cleared his plate, he looked at me, and said, "You're a slow eater."

 

I looked back at him. "It's because I'm not a pig. You didn't have time to taste that."

 

Ashton grinned. "I need to build my strength up." He looked at Wendy. "Can I have some pudding, mum?"

 

Wendy smiled. "What would you like?"

 

"What have we got?"

 

That's when I found out Wendy had a sense of humour. "Prawn cocktail crisps?"

 

Ashton giggled; Olga laughed, and I nearly choked on a large, greasy chip.

 

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We spent a lovely evening without Ashton. After he'd opened a tin of custard, poured it over two jam tarts, and they'd been gobbled down like only a fifteen and a half year old boy can gobble up a large bowl of custard and two jam tarts, he took himself off to his room to play on his Xbox. We three `oldies' spent some time in the small back garden, disturbed only once when Ashton poked his head through the bathroom window and yelled down, "Is it a pensioners outing?" Olga gave him a mouthful of abuse, but me and Wendy just laughed. When the sun had gone down and a chill was settling in the air, we went to the lounge and watched some TV. Even without Ashton with us, Wendy and Olga embraced their familiarity and snuggled together as we chatted. It was mostly about nothing, but it was sort of about everything. We were getting to know one another without direct questions. But strangely, even though Ashton wasn't with me, I wasn't missing him. It was enough for me to know that we were in the same house and he was available if I needed him. But I didn't disturb him, and it was he who came downstairs about half past ten. Straight away he sat by me on the sofa and leaned into me with an arm around my chest and his head resting against my shoulder, so I lifted an arm and put it around his shoulders. He'd been there for about fifteen minutes when he began to yawn continuously, and Wendy told him to get off to bed. I expected him to protest, but he didn't. He looked at me through bleary eyes, and said, "Are you coming?"

 

I nodded. "You use the bathroom, and then I'll come up in about ten minutes."

 

It was actually twenty minutes when I said goodnight to Wendy and Olga and went up the stairs. Because we'd showered earlier in the day, I just rinsed my face with a facecloth and brushed my teeth before I went to the bedroom. The light had been left on and I could see Ashton in bed. He was curled up, facing where I would be lying... and he was fast asleep. He looked absolutely beautiful when he was asleep, and I couldn't help going to sit on the edge of the bed to look at him. My beautiful young man was in the Land of Nod, but it didn't surprise me. Even fifteen and a half year old boys get exhausted at times, and especially they do after they've spent the whole of the previous night having sex. I was knackered myself, and in a way relieved. This night was going to be about love and not sex... two people together sharing the warmth of our bodies and feeling skin against skin. After I'd brushed the hair back from his forehead, I lifted the duvet. He was still wearing briefs. That told me a lot, and when I switched off the main light and got into bed with him, I was still wearing my boxers. And I didn't try to wrap him in my arms. His hands were in front of him, so I lay on my back, found one of his hands, clasped it in one of mine, and drifted off to sleep.

 

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Friday. Andy was on my left, at his peg, and Ashton was on my right, at his. Yes, it had taken me all week to get Ashton to go on his first fishing trip.

 

He made up every excuse he could think of not to go, and all this while we were sleeping alternate nights at my house and his mums. My house was where we made love long into the night (beautiful, sexy love) and at his home we rested. So Monday and Wednesday had been sex nights, and this particular Friday, after we came back from fishing, would be another. In fact, it worked perfectly. Well, almost. Ashton wouldn't go to sleep at his house until I wanked him off. I protested of course, but I had to do it because he was protesting so much, and afterwards he spooned into me, chuckling like a lunatic until he drifted off to sleep. Oh... I do tell lies. I've forgotten about his morning exercise. That happened every morning (or early afternoon) and it had to be blow job.

 

Andy is my fishing pal, and he's got a car. That's how we got to the carp pool at seven in the morning to get pegs together. We wouldn't have been there so early if we hadn't stayed at Fidler's Elbow on Thursday night, and it took me ages to get Ashton up at five. He was like a zombie at first, but by the time we got to my house to get the gear organised and Andy arrived to pick us up, he was pretty sprightly. But we only just made it, and that was because Ashton insisted I make him four rounds of toast with four poached eggs before he'd go. I'd told Andy that Ashton was coming with us. I explained him away as the son of friends of mine who wanted him to get out of the house because he was forever on his Ipad and stuff. (Not a lie, was it?)

 

So there we were... all sitting quietly. I looked across at my crisp buddy, and saw that he was half-lying on the grass by the side of his chair and messing about with his phone. If the truth be known, he was about as interested in fishing as I was about playing games on his Xbox. (At his peg was my one of my rods, but apart from that, readers, I'll just stick to basics, because unless you're a proper fisherman, I would lose you with the jargon. For instance, would you know what bright flouro pop ups are? No, I didn't think you would, so let's just get on to what was going on.) Because it was daylight, I knew the fish would go towards the middle of the lake, so that's where I'd cast his bait for him.

 

Andy was the first to get a bite, and he hauled in a seven pounder. Ashton looked at it with wide eyes, and said, "Wow! That's a big one!"

 

I looked at Andy, and he chuckled. But that catch had got Ashton's attention, and he even put his phone away to stare at where he thought his hook was. I saw that he was squinting, so I dug him a spare pair of Polaroids out of my bag and took them to him. He grinned at me when he put them on, and whispered, "Do they make me look sexy?"

 

I looked at him in drab grey jeans that I'd made him wear, his naked upper body covered in factor 30 suncream, and shook my head. "You look like a tramp, and I don't go for tramps."

 

He giggled. "Bet you would if he was eating cheese and onion crisps. How long have I got to wait for a bite? Can't you hurry them up? It's boring."

 

I grinned at him. "I'll change your bait. Bring it in." When he brought in his line (in a fashion), I got some chilli extract, and added it to some bait. "There, that change of diet might help."

 

"What is it?"

 

"Chilli extract. Carp get used to baits, so you have to think outside the box and give them something different to lure them."

 

Ashton giggled. "Sort of a Madras curry?"

 

I giggled. "Carp like Indian food. See how you go on." So I cast out for him, and set his rod again.

 

Another twenty minutes went by and Ashton was back to playing on his phone again, but when his alarm went off, he was soon up and yelling that he'd got a bite. In fact, he was making so much noise that I had to tell him to shut his mouth, or we'd get in trouble. Andy had joined us, and he was grinning at Ashton's antics. But there was no time for antics when I saw the line disappearing at a rate of knots. I looked at Andy, grinned, and said, "Beginner's luck?"

 

Standing now, and desperately holding onto his rod, Ashton asked, "What do you mean?"

 

I went behind him, wrapped my arms around him and took control, while at the same time making sure Ashton thought he was doing almost everything. That was important: this was Ashton's fish, not mine. I talked over his shoulder, explaining what to do, encouraging him, even having to take control at times, and all this time, Andy stood at the side of us, praising Ashton like mad. I was glad of that. But one thing I was dreading was that we'd lose it. And that could easily happen. Whatever was on the end of the line was something that would make Ashton's eyes pop out... if we were lucky enough to land it.

 

Fifteen minutes it took, and by the time it was near the bank, me and Ashton were sweating. Andy was using the landing bag, and as soon as he knew he could get it, he scooped the beauty into the bag. Then he gave me a massive grin, but his grin wasn't equal to mine, nor Ashton's as he let me handle the rod while he went to look at what he'd caught. When he saw how big it was, his mouth dropped, and he said, "It's like a bloody whale!"

 

If I ever wondered why I loved my special boy, his reaction and the look on his face gave me the answer. I was near to tears. I loved this young man so much that my heart was full to overflowing at the thought of the pleasure he was feeling at catching a fish like this. Andy's catch had been a seven pounder: this one was probably three times that. I would have been over the moon to have landed it. So would Andy, or any of the other guys fishing there.

 

Ashton was full of excitement when we were bringing it onto the bank, saying things like, "Don't drop it! Be careful! Don't hurt it! Wow! It's amazing! What sort is it?"

 

It was Andy who told him. "It's a Mustang Mirror. A lovely fish. Really long and powerful. Well done Ashton. I'm proud of you. Let's weigh it, shall we?"

 

Ashton was by Andy's side, looking at the scales as my pal lifted up the bag and the fish. "Twenty-two pounds four ounces. Not bad for your first catch, Ashton."

 

Ashton looked at me. "Is that big? Really big?"

 

I was having a job to hold back my emotions when I said, "The biggest I've caught in here was nineteen pounds nine ounces."

 

Ashton did a little gig, and laughed. "You're rubbish you are."

 

I laughed, and Andy laughed. We were both so happy for Ashton. No doubt it was beginner's luck, but this beginner was the boy I loved more than anything on earth, and what was so special about this moment was that it was nothing to do with sex at all. This was just one of many other things that Ashton and me would be sharing if our association lasted. This was what it was really about, and sex was cream on this part of the cake of life... the real day to day stuff that can be happy or sad or hurtful or downright painful at times.

 

But this was most definitely a very happy time, and for the next few minutes we took photographs of Ashton holding his catch – with and without his Polaroids on. It was so heavy that he had to lean over backwards to counterbalance the weight after he'd held it for a while. And then Andy and me checked the fish out, looking for signs of damage, and I applied some Bonjella to its lips because they looked a bit sore. It had small a cut on its side, so Andy applied a bit of antiseptic cream to it, and then it was time to put it back in the water. That was emotional. Andy had waders on, but Ashton was wearing jeans. He looked at me, and said, "I want to put him back in. Shall I take my jeans off?"

 

I giggled. "Please yourself. They'll get soaked if you go in with them on, and your feet will be filthy. That mud is deep down there. You've got underpants on, haven't you?"

 

(He knew I knew he had, because I fitted them over a half swollen dick.)

 

He grinned knowingly at me, sat on the grass and took off his trainers and jeans and socks, and grinned at me again. All he was wearing a pair of his flimsy white briefs and there was no way of hiding what was underneath them. Then he got up and went to help Andy put the fish back in the water. What a lovely sight! LOL. Sitting on the grass, supporting myself with flat hands behind me, I had the perfect view when he bent down to help Andy put the bag in the water before they released it, and because Andy insisted that the fish was rested before letting it go, the vision of loveliness of Ashton's gorgeous bottom in all it's curvaceous glory was mine to gloat over. Gloat? Yes, gloat. That body and bottom was mine to love and kiss and fondle and fuck any time I wanted, and I loved it dearly. It was the most beautiful bottom in the whole wide world. That's why my dick began to go hard inside my camouflage trousers. But they were baggy and I would have no difficulty hiding it.

 

We all watched the fish swim away and disappear, and then Ashton turned to me, and said, "I've decided what his name is."

 

I grinned at him. "Fish don't have names."

 

His face was stern. "That one does. He likes curry, so I'm going to call him Buddha."

 

I laughed; Andy laughed, and Ashton gave us both a haughty look. Then he made me giggle when, after he'd dried himself, he put his jeans on in such a sexy way that I was praying Andy wasn't watching him.

 

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We were in the shower. Andy had dropped us off at three-thirty, and after Ashton had had a tin of chicken soup with a bread roll because I'm starving, we went upstairs and took off the gear we'd been wearing to go fishing. I suggested we have a bath, but strangely, Ashton said he wanted to take a shower instead. It was one of those over the bath, so we both got in the bath, and I switched on the water. The moment it was pouring over us, Ashton came into my arms in the normal position with his arms locked around my neck with me feeling at his back while we kissed. I got the signal when he sucked my tongue into his mouth and sucked on it as if he was sucking me off, so I broke the kiss and slid down the front of his body, kissing every part that my lips passed until I got to his hard dick. I pulled his already stretched foreskin right back, and then played with his knob for a few moments with my lips and tongue, until he pushed himself right into my mouth and grasped my head to control things. It didn't take long before he climaxed... grinding his hips against the fingers that were around the base of his dick to stop him plunging right into my throat and choking me. Because he'd not had a thrill since the previous night, he fed me a nice dose of his beautiful boy juices, and only after I'd made sure there was none left to devour did I kiss his softening dick and stand up again. He hugged me as he usually did after his climax had passed, and then we shared a nice long kiss before we finished off showering. Then we went to the bedroom naked. Because it was only half past four and we had a whole night ahead of us, even though I wanted sex myself, I decided to forego it and sort us out and then have dinner before we really began the night. But Ashton had other ideas.

 

I was sorting out some clean socks and a pair of fresh boxers from the dressing table when I heard him say from behind me, "Fuck me Tony, please."

 

I turned and looked at him. He was kneeling on the edge of the bed, his head resting in the middle of the bed, with his bottom facing me, and he was in the doggy position. That was unusual, because after the first time, when I couldn't do it because we were giggling so much, each time I'd fucked him since then, he'd insisted we do it with him on his back so he could wrap his legs around me. Of course, my dick went as hard as a nail when I saw him like that, but I still hesitated. And I was about to ask him if he wanted to do it the normal way when I thought that if Ashton wanted me to fuck him this way, then he really did want me to fuck him this way. One thing I had learned during the short time we'd been together, was that Ashton would do what Ashton wanted. So I kept my mouth shut. Why not? You try dissuading yourself not to fuck a beautiful boy like my Ashton when he's on the edge of the bed in the perfect position to be fucked doggy style... and he's told you to do it!

 

The KY was on the dressing table, so I picked that and a small hand towel up, and went to him. After I'd covered my dick and his sphincter with gel, I inserted one finger to its full depth, then two, and then three, which is what we did after the first time. Then I got in position, but because he was still a bit below aiming height, I grasped his hips and lifted him to the correct height. Ashton really arched his bottom up as far as he could get it, and then reached between his open legs to grasp my hard dick, and he guided my knob to the stretched sphincter. I pushed forcefully, and watched my knob slip in and his sphincter retract and trap me inside him, and Ashton let go of me then and made himself comfortable for what was to come. Long, slow strokes... five of my seven inches disappearing and then appearing again. We'd not spoken one word after Ashton asked me to fuck him, and we weren't saying anything now. The only sound in the bedroom was my belly hitting Ashton's bum and his slight moans as I fucked him. I didn't ask if I was hurting him. We'd got past that stage. If Ashton didn't want me up his bottom, then I wouldn't have been up there, and pain or not, he wanted it.

 

My crisp buddy had beautiful shoulders and a sturdy chest for a small young man, and puberty had not diminished his shapeliness. My hands were holding his waist tightly, just above the hip bones, and because I've got rather large hands, although my thumbs were touching his spine, my fingers stretched right around his waist and the ends were resting on his almost relaxed tummy muscles. But the two beautiful, pliable orbs I was fucking were full and rounded, and each time I thrust into him, they became one with my complete groin. He was utterly, utterly beautiful, and because he was, when I climaxed deep inside him, the thrill of looking at this gorgeous creature enhanced the experience so much that I almost wept with joy at the combination of beauty and sensuality that Ashton had presented to me.

 

And it was a present, because after I'd withdrawn and cleaned us both up, he rolled onto his back and stared up at me. Then he said, "That was for giving me such a beautiful day. Was it nice?"

 

I leaned over and kissed him softly on the lips. "It was the best present I've ever had."

 

He grinned. "Better than the bag of crisps?"

 

"The opened bag?"

 

He nodded. "The opened bag."

 

I shook my head. "Nothing in my life will ever be as good as that opened bag of crisps. It was my passport to the boy I love more than anything on earth. Without that opened bag of crisps, what you've just given me would never have happened. Without that opened bag of crisps, I might have spent the rest of my life without the joys of knowing you. Anything else you want to know?"

 

Ashton nodded. "Can we sleep at my house tonight?"

 

I gave him a puzzled look. "Are you losing your virility?"

 

I expected him to laugh at that comment, but he didn't. In fact his face was serious when he said, "No. I've had such a beautiful day today that I want to cap it off by being with the three people I love most in the world. Do you mind?"

 

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When Ashton turned the key in the lock and opened the door to Fidler's Elbow, Olga was just coming out of the kitchen with Wendy behind her. Olga stared at us, and said, "What are you two doing here? Have you fallen out?"

 

Rather than messing about, I came right out with it. "No. Ashton says he's had such a wonderful day that he wants it to end in the company of the three people he loves most in the world." 

 

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It was a wonderful evening. After I'd said what I had, Wendy and Olga were all over Ashton, fussing with him, and even providing him with a proper meal even though they'd eaten and cleaned away. Me too, of course. I wasn't neglected. After all, it was me who had insisted my crisp buddy go fishing, so therefore I was responsible for him being so happy. And it was a super-happy meal we ate as we all sat around the dining table while Ashton, his face animated and excited and fun-filled, related his tales of the day and showed them the photographs we took. I took his throw-away insult of, I'll teach you how to catch really big fish if you stick around long enough, with grace and amusement. No way was I going to tell him that my biggest catch up to then was a thirty one pounder at Shardlow gravel pits. LOL. The meal? Olga had ordered an Indian as a special treat, so after it was delivered, we ate onion bhajis, then we tucked into chicken jalfrezi and pilau rice with garlic nan bread, and finished off with banana fritter with vanilla ice cream out of the freezer. I had two glasses of Californian red with my meal, and Ashton had Coke. And finally, Ashton insisted he had a small glass of white wine, made us all lift our glasses, and then he proposed a toast. To whom? To Buddha, of course! Who did you think it would be to? Me? LOL. I was just the lackey that day. Until we went to bed, that is.

 

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Both completely naked, wrapped in each other's arms, Ashton kissed me passionately. Then he whispered, "No sex tonight. I just want your love. Love me please!"

 

So I did, until he fell asleep spooned into me, and that didn't take long for a fifteen and half year old after he'd had such a wonderful day. But I was awake for a while after. Too many thoughts whizzing around in my mind. Foremost in my mind was that fifteen and a half year old boys are not adults. Pederasty for Dummies should have section on that, and give advice to newbies. What advice would I give? Take it a day at a time, and don't make them grow up too quickly. You'll lose out if you do.  Why not take them fishing? Fifteen and a half year old boys love fishing, and if you're very lucky and the boy wants you that way, you might get a super present like I did. No, you naughty minded buggers! Not that! He might just ask you to Love me please!  That beats anything, trust me! *wink*

 

To be continued... 

 

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