Date: Mon, 9 Dec 2019 02:06:53 +0000 (UTC) From: Caleb Wilson Subject: Kazar A story of a relationship between an adult male and a fourteen-year-old boy. The usual disclaimers apply to this story. Kazar (Kayzar) Part 1 "You will be detained at one of Her Majesty's Prison for the period of Seven Years." The words still rang in his ears and now four years later he lay on his bed casting his mind back to the day that started his incarceration. He had returned to his mother's house after his relationship with Ian had come to an end. His partner had decided he wanted to expand his acquaintances with other men which led to the inevitable. So they had sold their habitat and he had returned home. He was in some ways happy to be home, not having to bother with keeping the house clean and tidy, or having to do the laundry. He had only to go to work, come home, relax, and eat when he wanted, as everything was done for him. His Mother had known of his homosexuality and had supported him when he had gone to live with Ian, and now she was the one who helped him deal with his disappointment when the relationship had come to an end. He was forever grateful for his mother's understanding nature and also his father who when he was alive he was able to discuss his problems without any misgivings. He missed his father who had died six months after he had gone to stay with Ian, and had unlike his mother voiced his misgivings about Ian, and was not too sure about his leaving home, and now too late he realized how right his father had been about Ian. He'd been home nearly a month when one Saturday the doorbell rang, shouting to his mother that he'd get it he went to the front door to see who was calling. The moment he opened the door he just stood there starting at the person on the doorstep, who in turn stood there staring back at him. In that brief moment when time seems to stand still and one's power to reason is temporarily non existent, they each felt that here was the person that they had been looking for. At last the man regained his senses in what seemed an eternity, but in reality about four seconds he spoke. "Uh yes what d'you want." "Umm my mum sent this around for aunty Dor, I mean Mrs Blake." "Thanks, I'm her son I'll take it for her who should I say sent it?" "Uh my umm I mean Mrs Burton." "Okay, thanks a lot, do you want to come in?" "Uh, umm uhh yea okay, if it's alright." "Yeah, come on in," and the boy accepted the invitation stepping into the house. He led the boy into the sitting room and asked him to take a seat while he went and delivered the package to his mother who was in the kitchen. He returned a couple of moments later accompanied by his mother and as they walked into the sitting room she called out, "Kazar, how nice to see you." "Hi aunty," the boy replied to the greeting. "Thank your mother for the food it's very nice of her to have sent it. Now let me introduce my son, you've never met him as he's only been home a month, and he left over a year ago before your family moved to this locality. Kazar this is Jonathan and Jonathan this is Kazar, who likes to be called Kaz which I don't agree with, as I think Kazar sounds much better. "Oh Aunteee" "Alright Kaz, is that better." "Yep" "Now I have things to do in the kitchen so I'll let you two to get acquainted." Mrs Blake left the room leaving the two males looking at each other not knowing what to say. Eventually Jonathan plucked up courage to break the awkward silence to ask? "So how long have you known my mum Kazar?" The boy looked at the young man and the way he pronounced his name sent a tingle through his body, "Since we moved here a year ago, your mum and mine met in the local supermarket not sure how but since then they've been friendly, and I've been bringing things around and taking back ever since." "Don't you get fed up with it?" "Yeah, sometimes if I've got other things to do, otherwise I kinda like coming here, your mum and I get along fine. Actually we've only just come back from three weeks holiday and the first thing my mum does is cook up something for me to bring around, and I got really surprised when you answered the door." "Yeah, I was wondering why you were standing there with your mouth open when I opened the door." "Me with my mouth open, what about you. I thought that you were dumb you took so long to ask me what I wanted." "Okay, so I was surprised like you, now we've got that out of the way what do you think of our neighbourhood?" "It's great I really like it you've got heaps of things around here that we didn't have in our old area." "Such as?" "The shopping mall, the cinemas, the other entertainment facilities, and now you to talk to." "Well you'll only have me to talk to after six in the evenings Monday to Friday and weekends so that'll restrict your talking a bit." "What you don't want to talk." "No I didn't mean that, I meant I won't be available till those times, I'll be at work, but then I'll be ever willing to talk to you if you want." "I want." "Uh." "I'll want to talk, if it's okay for me to come around." "Uh, yeah whenever you want. So what are you doing for the rest of the day?" "Well I'm not in a hurry to go back home, my younger brother is in one of his moaning moods and being a right little shit. So if it's okay I'll hang around here a bit." "So how old is your younger brother and also you?" "He's ten, I'm fourteen." Okay Kazar, I'm going into town you want to come along." "Yeah, and its Kaz." "No, your mates can call you Kaz, to me its Kazar I like the sound of it." They stared at each other, the boy smiled "Okay if you say so." After saying goodbye to his mother and phoning to tell Kazar's mother that he was going into town with Jonathon, man and boy left the house got into the car that was parked in the street and headed for the shopping mall a couple of miles away. As they drove Kazar assaulted Jonathan's ears with a constant stream of words, some in sentence form, others in question and before Jonathan had a chance to answer he'd answered it himself, and was spouting forth another torrent of words, until Jonathan stretched out a hand and placed it over Kazar's mouth. "Shhhsh," Jonathan mouthed, "I know your excited but just take it easy, take a deep breath and relax," he then removed his hand from the boy's mouth at the same time smiling at the boy to put him at ease. "Sorry, this is the first time I've been out on my own without my parents or mates around. I still can't believe they didn't lay down any laws before letting me go out with you." The rest of the journey was spent in relative silence with only the occasional question from Kazar, till Jonathon parked the car in the multi-storey car park then they both headed for the lift that would take them into the heart of the shopping mall. The boy at fourteen new he was attracted to other boys and was quite aware of what this implied. He was 5ft 2"ins. in height and slim. His hair was black which contrasted strikingly with his pale blue eyes he also had a slight natural tan inherited from his mother's side of the family. The moment he'd seen Jonathon something inside of him had snapped and his stomach had done something like a back-flip and he was in love. He didn't think that he'd ever fall in love with a person much older than himself, but how wrong he had been, Jonathon looked to be at least seventeen or eighteen. As they walked to the lift Kazar grabbed Jonathon's hand and pulling on it stopped him then asked, "You know how old I am but you never told me how old you are." "Twenty two." "Twenty-bloody-two, bloody hell! You are old I thought you were about seventeen." "What d'you mean old, twenty two isn't old if I was sixty or seventy then you could say I was old." "I dunno it sounds old to me." "Okay how old are your parents?" "No Idea, about a hundred and twenty I suppose, nah about thirty or forty." Yeah well forty is nearer the mark and I'm twenty two so you see I'm not that old." "Yeah, if you say so, come on lets go to the shopping mall," and he took Jonathon's hand and led him to the lift. The man was quite content to let the boy lead him to the lift, the contact with him by hand was like nectar from the gods. His loins stirred in his underwear from the boy's touch. He wanted to grab him and draw him into his body so that he could crush the boy in a loving embrace, instead he let himself be led tamely by the hand to the lift. Inside the lift the boy asked? "What d'you want to get in the mall. "Nothing of importance, just wanted to get out of the house for a bit other than going to work, I haven't stepped out of the house since I returned." "Why?" "Uhh." "Why haven't you been out?" "Uhh just didn't feel like going out." "Why?" "Oh shit, I mean why are you so interested in knowing?" "Sorry didn't mean to be nosey." As they rode the lift to the shopping mall the man's thoughts were on the boy, should he tell him why he hadn't been out for the first month since he'd be home. And what would the boy's reaction be towards him if he was to tell him about his failed relationship with Ian. No, best to keep quiet that way he'd have somebody else other than his mother to talk to. Suddenly he felt a tug on his hand. "Why are you so quiet?" "Just thinking." "About what?" He looked at the boy, he wanted to tell him what was on his mind and the affection he felt for the boy but decided against it. Instead he put the tip of his index finger on the end of the boy's nose and said, "If you ask too many questions you're bound to end up being told a lot of lies," and the lift stopped at their selected level of the mall. They walked out to join the throng of humanity that strolled in the tiled walkways, all like themselves ambling along with no fixed purpose for their being there. They walked in silence for a few minutes looking into shop windows till Jonathon stopped and confronted the boy. "This is not such a good idea Kazar, what say we go home." The boy noticed the uncomfortable look on the man's face and also wanting to be alone with him rather than with a multitude of people surrounding them he eagerly said, "Yeah, that's the best idea you've had since we met." They turned simultaneously and headed back to the lift. Twenty minutes later they were back in the house, and after telling his mother they had returned sat facing each other across the sitting room. He looked across at the fourteen-year-old and wished he could be the same age, he'd know what to say and what would be the latest cool topic of conversation. His thoughts were broken by the boy asking? "So tell me why did you come home?" He gazed at the boy who was eagerly awaiting his answer, "Umm, my partner decided to leave so we sold the property and I came home." "Why?" "Why, what." "Why did she want to leave?" "Umm, it wasn't a her it was a him." And he stared at the boy to gauge his reaction. The boy's eyes widened at the mans answer then his brow furrowed in thought before speaking, "Were you kinda of broke up when it happened." "No Kazar, I could see it coming, my partner unlike me doesn't believe in sticking to one person." The boys mouth seemed to snarl when he spoke, "Then why the shit did you go with the prick" Jonathon was surprised at the boy's aggressive response, he paused momentarily collecting his thoughts before answering. "Someone else Kazar had the same opinion as yourself about Ian, but didn't quite address him in the same manner as you. At the time I wasn't prepared to listen to anybodies opinions about Ian, and in my eyes the sun rose and set on him and he could do know wrong. It was only after we lived together did I find out his true nature." "What do you think of me?" "Uh, what?" "You heard." "I umm, I don't think anything, you're fourteen years old and a school kid so why should I be thinking anything about you." "Because of the way you stared at me when we first met." "I was surprised, wasn't expecting a boy to be standing on the doorstep." "Bullshit." The man sat staring at the boy, he realized that Kazar had sensed his feelings from the very first encounter, breaking his thoughts he spoke. "Okay, so I liked you from the moment I saw you, so what?" "Sew buttons it's easier," the boy smirked then seeing the frown on Jonathon's face said, "Sorry didn't mean to be sarky. I like you too, can we sort of like be really good friends." "What d'you mean by really good friends." "I'm leaving you seem to answer every question with a question if you want to talk phone me, your mum knows our number," the boy rose and left the room shouting I'm going aunty see you later," Mrs Blake answered from the kitchen, "See you Kazar, don't forget to thank your mother for the food." "I will Bye," and Jonathon was left sitting in the room wondering what had happened. He thought he was handling the situation between himself and Kazar quite well, when it all seemed to blow up in his face. What a fucking disaster, he thought, he hadn't realized that kids today don't wash with pissing around, you talk straight or you don't talk at all, no beating about the bush. His mind in overdrive he thought, Now what, he'd have to phone and apologise, bollocks he wasn't ready to apologise to a fourteen-year-old and in any case he'd be better off staying away from him, he was jail-bait end of subject. He'd had one disastrous relationship and wasn't ready for another with a boy, no matter what feelings were going on inside of him. He stood up and decided he needed to get out of the house and take a walk to clear his mind of the thoughts that were constantly buzzing around inside of his head. He informed his mother he was going out for a while then left the house heading in the direction of the park. Five minutes walking and he reached his destination. The park was nearly deserted except for a couple of elderly people walking their dogs. He walked till he approached the oak tree at the far end of the park, he lay down under the outspread branches clasped his hands behind his head closed his eyes, and cleared his mind. He lay relaxed under the great tree shaded from the heat of the sun, and cooled by the swaying of the branches as the light wind rustled through the leaves. With his mind at rest he slept and now not in control of his thoughts he began to dream. He was being chased by his friend in a game of tag he ran as fast as he could but no matter how much he twisted and turned David was on his heels till at last he was grabbed. "Gotcha," and he was suddenly halted as a pair of arms wrapped themselves around him. He turned to look at David and in so doing his hip-bone brushed against David's groin and he felt the hardness of his friend's penis. He looked at David who was smiling. You always do this to me when I'm near you." "God it feels really big." "Nah not all that big, you want to see it." "What out here." "No let's go to my bedroom," and they left David's back garden and headed for his bedroom. Inside David quickly locked the door, went over to the bed and lay down on it patting the bed beside him for Jonathon to join him. Jonathon was trembling with excitement as he walked to the bed to join his friend. He sprawled onto the bed alongside the other boy who promptly took his hand and placed it on his erection. "Come on then Jonathon feel me up then you can give me a wank." The twelve-year-old remembered hearing the word used before in the school playground, and at first only thought of it as a swear word not really knowing what wank or wanking meant. It was only after one of his friends had explained it to him that he began to experience the delights of masturbation. Now he was doing it to a cock other than his own. He felt David's hard cock which was much larger than his own but then again David was two years older and much taller and very skinny. "Jonathon when you do it don't just wank me play with my balls at the same time." "Umm what d'you mean." "Here let me show you," and David cupped his left hand around his balls while his right stroked his erection through his tracksuit bottoms, "See like that." After his explanation David lowered his tracksuit bottoms along with his briefs to let his seven inch cock spring into view. For a boy of fourteen David had a penis very much like himself long and thin. His cock when soft was all of five inches in its flaccid state and unlike other boys cocks it didn't double in size otherwise he be sporting something in the region of ten inches but what he did have he gave it plenty of exercise. "God your cock is big." "Yeah I know, everyone who's seen it said so. Okay give me your hand," and taking Jonathon's hand wrap his fingers around his cock, "Okay do it, it feels great to have your hand around my cock." Jonathon was enjoying playing with David's large balls and stroking what to him was a gigantic erection. His own cock was aching for attention but because both of his hands were occupied he couldn't do anything about it. Within a minute David began to breathe heavier and told Jonathon, "To go faster and to grip his cock more tightly and not to let go when he started to shoot." The younger boy did as he was told and suddenly David's hips lifted of the bed and started pumping into his hand. David let out a long, "Ahh... hear it comes," as a glob of spunk flew out of the end of his cock to land nearly on his chin quickly followed by five more blasts till it just started dribbling out the end which caused Jonathon to remove his hand not wanting to get any on his fingers. David lay back panting with eyes closed while he recovered shortly he opened his eyes and looking at Jonathon said, "Man that had to be the best cum I've had in a long time, God! It was awesome. Just wait a couple of minutes and I'll wank you." Jonathon after seeing the size of David's penis was a bit embarrassed to expose his skinny three inches, "Its okay you don't have too you can always do it another time." "You crazy, no way I want to wank you, I've been wanting to for ages, come on lie up here beside me." When Jonathon laid his head on the same pillow and lay alongside the older boy David moved his hand to the top of Jonathon trouser undid them then lowered them and his briefs to expose his erect cock. "Oh Man, that's really cute, oh boy I'm going to really enjoy playing with your cock." "Don't you think it's a bit small compared to yours." Yeah it's smaller but you've got skin I don't, which makes it looks so brilliant, and David began his administrations on Jonathon's cock. "It wasn't long before Jonathon was doing the same as David, giving a long drawn out moan and bucking his hips into David's hand before producing a dribble of clear white sperm, then sank back onto the bed closing his eyes and dozing. "Jonathon," the name was being repeated, and his shoulder being shaken. "Okay David, I can hear you," he opened his eyes to see the branches waving in the breeze above him and a tanned face with black hair and a concerned look in those blue eyes staring down at him. "Kazar." Part 2 He lifted himself onto his elbows exclaiming, "Shit! When he looked down and noticed the stain on his trousers. Kazar grinned saying, "You've had a hands free," looking at the wet patch that was on Jonathon's clothing. The man looked around the park it was still quite empty and would stay that way till the shops shut and the Saturday cricket matches were over. "I'm going over to the public loo to clean up." "Good idea I'll keep you company, or if you want I'll clean you up." "Kazar what's with you?" "Nothing, why d'you ask?" Jonathon started for the toilets with Kazar in tow, "Why do I ask, shit you walk out of the house earlier as if I'd insulted you then the next thing I know you're trying to get you hands around my dick by offering to clean up my," turning to the boy, "What did you call it?" "Hands free." "Yeah my hands free, sounds better than a wet dream. So what made you catch up with me again?" "Wanted to say sorry, for acting like a prat." "How did you know where to find me?" "Your mum, seems like she knows where you hang out when you want to be alone," "That's the trouble with mums, they know too much," "Who is David?" "Huh" "David who the hell is he? You were mumbling his name when I woke you, and seems like he was the cause why we're heading for the toilets." "Umm, he was a boy I knew when I was twelve, we were friends for about a couple of years until he moved out of the neighbourhood." They arrived at the toilets and entered to find the place deserted. "Kazar, I'm going into one of the cubicles to clean up you stay out here." "Why." "Because I said so isn't that good enough." "What's up with you Jonathon, you should know I fancy you let me come in I won't do anything." "Christ Kazar you must be crazy, say if someone walks in and hears us in the cubicle together. There is no way that they're going to believe that a man had a fourteen-year-old boy in a public toilet, and nothing was going on." "Okay I'll stay out here, but don't take all fucking day cleaning up." Jonathon smiled as he went to the cubicle leaving the boy who'd placed his bum on the rim of the sink folded his arms and pouted. Five minutes later he was out of the cubicle the stain on his trouser covered by his shirt hanging out over it. The boy stood seeing Jonathon exiting the cubicle. "Where are we going now?" "I'm going back home to clean up properly and change my clothes, what are you going to do?" "You want company?" "You bet." They made their way back to Jonathon's house. Whet they arrived he checked to find that his mother was out turning to Kazar he said, "Stay in the sitting room I won't be too long." "This isn't a public loo Jonathon I can give you a hand if you want?" Jonathon walked over to the boy till their bodies were nearly touching. He lifted his hand and ran it through the boy's hair stroking his head at the same time saying, "Kazar, if I was fourteen the same age as you, you wouldn't have to ask me if I needed help, you'd be trying desperately hard to fight me off. I would've most probably stripped you naked by now and had you in my bedroom with me naked alongside you. But I'm not fourteen or fifteen for that matter I'm twenty two, that means if we get caught, I go to prison do you understand." "I understand, I wasn't born yesterday I know what the age of consent is, but unless we get really careless who's to know." "Kazar please don't push it. Will you just leave it for the moment I have to think, no, I don't have to think its no, not till your sixteen. Now stay down here I won't be long." As he turned to leave the boy held his hand stopping him. "You know I've got something going on inside of me for you don't you?" Jonathon lowered his face and kissed the boy on the forehead, "Yes I do," and left to get cleaned up. The boy watched as the man climbed the stairs, he wished that he could be accompanying him, "Bollocks what can he do he can't kill me," so he followed the man up the stairs. Hearing the footsteps behind him Jonathon stopped and looked over his shoulder to see the boy at the foot of the stairs intent on following him. He raised an eyebrow saying, "Where the hell do you think your going." "Just looking around." "Well look around downstairs." "I've seen the downstairs I want to see what's upstairs." He smiled, you don't give up easy." "Nope." "Okay, follow me to my room it's at the end of the corridor." "Can't I come into the bathroom with you?" "No," Jonathon went into his room picked up a change of clothing waited till the boy joined him in there then left saying, "Wait here I won't be long." As soon as Jonathon had exited the room the boy started looking around. As bedrooms go it was pretty tidy no clothes lying around, or unmade bed, the dressing table had some Boss aftershave a box of tissues and other toiletries on it. Kazar went to the bed and buried his face in the pillows and taking a deep breath inhaled the aromas stemming from the pillows. He could smell the man, and his loins became aroused at the thought of being in the bed of the person who he wanted to lie naked with. Jonathon returned to the room showered and changed to see the boy lying on his bed his face buried in his pillows. Going over to the bed he sat next to the boy stroking the back of his head. Kazar turned onto his side clasping the hand that had been stroking his head and brought the palm to cover his face. He inhaled deeply then kissed the palm of the hand before taking it away to look at the man sitting beside him. "You smell brilliant." "You don't smell too bad yourself, actually I think you smell better than me, and I've just had a shower." "You never said anything about your feelings when I said I've got all these sort of feelings going on inside of me." "Do I have to say it, can't you feel it when I touch you." "Yeah but I want to hear it as well." Jonathon looked down at the boy lying on his bed, he wanted so much to be able to take him into his arms and make love to him, instead he kissed the tip of his index finger and placing it on Kazar's lips said, "I love you." The boy sat up, "I knew it, I knew it the moment I saw you, now can you give me a proper kiss." "No Kazar please don't ask that of me, first it'll be a kiss then a feel and before you know it we'll be naked on the bed together. I wouldn't mind, actually I'd be all for it if you were sixteen but your not, so there's not going to be anything done that can lead to sexual involvement." "Shit! Sixteen I have to wait a year and eleven months that will take forever." Pulling the boy to his feet Jonathon said, "Come on lets go downstairs, twenty three months will go so fast you'll wonder where the time went." "Bollocks, just one term at school seems to take forever, and that's only three months, just think nearly eight terms I'll have to wait, God! That's sheer bloody cruelty." "Stop moaning, and come on down, my mother will be back soon and it won't look too good if she were to find us together in my bedroom." Reluctantly the boy followed the man into the sitting room they hard barely sat down when they heard the rattle of a key in the front door and Jonathon's mother entering the house. With the greetings over Jonathon's mother asked Kazar if he was going to stay for dinner. He declined the offer saying, "He had to get home, that his mother had cooked and it would go to waste if he didn't eat." Making his goodbye's to Jonathon's mother Kazar left the house with Jonathon following. Outside in the street the boy turned to Jonathon, and in a brusque voice said "You don't have to see me home I can make it on my own." He stopped looked at the boy, "Okay see you sometime later," and left to return to the house. He'd taken a couple of steps when he was restrained by the boy's hand, "What d'you mean, you'll see me sometime later." "Exactly what I said, I'm not sure what you intend doing tomorrow, or the next day, or any day after that, so I'll see you sometime when your ready to come and see me." "Will you walk with me?" "What made you change your mind?" "Because I was scared you were angry that I said I could get home by myself." "I was sort of angry you were doing the same thing as you did earlier in the day when you left the house. Now in the street you were giving me the brush off. So you find your own way home and don't in future try and manipulate me, and if you don't know what that means look it up in the dictionary. and I'll see you whenever you want." He turned his back on the boy leaving him standing in the street and returned home. Kazar walked home dejectedly, and realised he was wrong to try and get Jonathon to do as he wanted. The man was shrewd enough to see through his little charades, and let him know about them in no uncertain manner. Jonathon sat reading, it was twelve-thirty pm and his mother had just retired to her bedroom he was on the point of going to make a late night coffee when the phone rang. Picking it up he answered, "The Blake residence." He heard the sound of young voice greeting him and answered. "Hi to you too." "It's okay Kazar apology accepted, and I'm not angry with you. So what are you doing up so late." "I'm flattered that you're thinking of me." "Umm no I wasn't, I was going to make a cup of coffee, but I was thinking of you earlier." "About how you look, your lips that look like you've put a pale pink lipstick on them, your nose, and those blue eyes of yours that seemed to look like two little blue pools, that one could dive into and immerse oneself in forever. And what we would do if when you were old enough, and could live together only of course when you finished your schooling." "I earn enough money for two people to live on and you wouldn't have to go looking for a job straight away, you could even go on to university if you wished." "Yeah, I love you too it's a bit late now you had better get to bed." "Okay see you later, bye." His mother yelling at him that the phone was for him dragged Jonathon into the world of the living, stretching his hand he picked up the extension and hearing the click as his mother replaced the handset downstairs. "Yeah who is it." "Bloody Hell! Kazar, it's just gone nine and I went to bed after two." "No, no, don't ring off, just give me time to wake up," he put the phone down and got out of bed, drew the curtains to let some light into the room and at once regretted doing so as he had to squint his eyes to screen out the light. Picking up the phone again he enquired, "So what did you want?" "Yeah okay, but how soon do you want come over." "Well give me an hour to get ready, that will give you time to have breakfast then pop over." "Okay see you." He hung up and made his way to the loo to get ready, half an hour later he was in the kitchen filling his face with cereal when the front doorbell rang. His mother attended to it and he shortly heard the familiar voice say, "Hi Aunty," "Come in Kaz, Jonathon's in the kitchen just finishing off his breakfast, go and join him." Footsteps and then the boy entered Jonathon's sight, Seeing the boy brought a feeling of pleasure to his being, he wished that he could greet him in a more affectionate manner than their normal Hi, that he uttered as Kazar walked into the room. "Hi, you still filling your face I thought you be finished by now." "What's the rush, have you got something planned." "Yeah, but I'll tell you after you've finished your breakfast." Jonathon finished his cereal drained his coffee put the dirty dishes in the sink then with Kazar in tow made his way to the sitting room. "So what's the big event you've got planned?" Jonathon asked taking a seat. "Nothing big, but my family is going over to see my grandparents I told them that I had planned to go out with you, as I didn't know that we were going to visit this weekend. My dad created but my mum calmed him down, so here I am for the day, if you wish we can go back to my place." "No way, you want to spend the day with me then it's a place of my choosing." Getting to his feet Jonathon called out to this mother that they were on their way out and wouldn't be back till evening, with Kazar's, "Goodbye aunty," ringing in his ears the two of them strode out of the house to his car and in ten minutes saw them on the North Circular heading for the M4. One hour later saw Jonathon parking the car and the two of them walking towards the river bank to hire a boat for the day. Taking charge of the small motorised boat, they slipped away from the shore with Jonathon on the tiller. When they were in mid-stream he called Kazar over to him which the boy managed with much wobbling and losing of balance. With a quick instruction course on how to steer the boat he handed the tiller over to the boy, who was thrilled to bits to be in charge of where they were going. As they meandered upstream he looked over at the man who sat with his back towards him looking ahead at the direction the boat was going. He didn't want this day to end, he didn't want to go back to his parent's home, he wanted to stay with this tall slim young man who seemed like he wouldn't say boo to a fly, who had stolen his heart and was welcome to it if he could have the man's in return. He wanted to leave the tiller and go over to the man, so he did the next best thing and steered the boat over to the river bank and brought it to rest. The man turned and looked at the boy, "What now." "Now I get to sit next to you, without having to steer a bloody boat." Jonathon smiled he jumped out onto the river bank secured the boat then looked at the boy and jerked his head for him to join him on the river bank. Kazar didn't need a second invitation, and within seconds was sitting beside the man that did funny things to his stomach whenever he saw him. Once beside the man he just didn't give a shit anymore, and jumped on top of Jonathon, lunging forward with his face till his lips met those that he wanted to make contact with from the first day he had seen him. Jonathon though startled could no longer resist when the boy's lips pressed against his and the boy's tongue snaked out to enter his mouth. When Kazar's tongue began to stroke and caress his he was lost, and let the pleasure of their kiss take him away on a cloud and forget about the fact that the boy was a minor and they were performing an illegal act. He felt the boy's hand begin to fondle his loins and didn't object his own hand slid down to cup the boy's loins and he gently massaged the throbbing erection. Suddenly Jonathon broke away from the embrace. "Not here Kazar we can be easily seen from the river lets go into the woods a bit," and the two of them rose to walk further away from the river bank and prying eyes. They'd walked for about fifty yards when Kazar stopped pulling the man to the ground he said, "Far enough," he began his assault on the man's lips and loins. Again when he felt the boy's lips on his and now the fondling of his loins he did nothing to stop him, all his resolves of trying to keep their relationship on a purely platonic level dissolved in the pleasure he felt with the boy in his arms. The boy stopped his fondling of Jonathon's loins, and started to lower the man's trouser and briefs to expose the man's rampant member. He stared at it before taking it in hand and stroking it bringing moans of pleasure from Jonathon. Now Kazar attended to his own needs and lowered his own clothing to expose his engorged cock. Leaning over he lay on top of Jonathon and ground their cocks together Jonathon reciprocating with movements of his own hips. They thrashed around wildly both eagerly waiting for their loins to erupt and bring the pleasure that they both so desired. Suddenly Kazar stiffened briefly hung his head sucked in his breath then yelled out, "Ohhhh fuck I'm cumming ohhh shit oh fucking Hell here it comes," and globs of spunk flew from his cock as his hips bucked uncontrollably as his orgasm took hold. Jonathon feeling the boy starting to explode and hearing the yells of pleasure felt his own loins reach that point when everything stops for that one brief moment just before attaining orgasm. He suddenly crushed the boy to his body then his hips took over and he assaulted the boy with thrusts from his loins as his semen exploded from his cock spraying over them at the same time joining the boy in groans of exquisite pleasure. Thirty seconds later they lay lifeless recovering from their actions content to feel each others naked flesh and relish their first act of love. The boy was the first to move he reached down to access his tracksuit and pulled a wad of tissues from the pocket. Cleaning himself first he then handed the remainder of the tissues to Jonathon who gratefully accepted them. With their bodies reasonably cleaned and now clothed Jonathon lay on his back with the boy's head on his shoulder lying alongside him. "I wish I was sixteen," the boy mumbled. "I can guess why." "You can." "Yeah it's obvious, we wouldn't have to hide are feelings for each other." "Nah, not only that." "What else?" The boy raised himself then turned to look down into the man's eyes, "I could live with you, I wouldn't have to go home of an evening, your bed would be mine, and I get to be with you all the time." The man looked up at the boy and smiled then with a more serious look on his face said, "Although you would have the right Kazar, to leave home at sixteen would be a bit young, and I'm sure your parents would be upset at your leaving at so young an age, I think eighteen would be better." The boy at once looked upset and his voice relayed his feelings as he burst out, "Shit! Jonathon, now it's eighteen, what bloody next." "Next we get ready to get something to eat then make our way home, we can discuss this later." The boy was about to argue when he realised that Jonathon was not prepared to listen to his objections at this moment, and in all honestly he knew that Jonathon was right about leaving home at sixteen. He rose to his feet and the two of them made their way back to where they had moored the boat. They were soon chugging back to there starting point handing the boat back to the proprietor then making their way towards the high street. There were quite a number of small restaurant that catered for the tourists so it wasn't long before they entered one to fill their stomachs. An hour later with their appetites satisfied they made their way to the car, inside before Jonathon could start the car Kazar held his arm. The man turned, "What's up." "Can we do the same next weekend?" "No Kazar, it would look too suspicious, give it a couple of weeks then we could come out here again." "Shit it's a real pain, why do we have to worry about what other people think." "Because that's the law, and for your information I've already broken it, and if anybody found out I'd be banged up so fast my feet wouldn't touch the ground." "What d'you mean banged up?" "Prison, put behind bars, banged up, you know what you see it in the movies they slam the cell door shut." "Oh Yeah, but no ones going to find out are they? The boy's voice showed his anxiety as he looked for confirmation from the man that no one would uncover their guilty secret." Jonathon ruffled the boy's hair to put him at ease, "No, no one's going to find out, and if they did, you wouldn't be involved I promise you that. Now let's get you home." The boy was much quieter on the trip back home, Jonathon put it down to what most boys object to and that is going home after a day out. But Kazar was more concerned about what Jonathon had said earlier about if they were found out. His mind was working overtime as he thought of the consequences if they ever were discovered. He would never let Jonathon take the blame, it was he who had started everything. Jonathon had wanted to wait but he had not allowed it, and he would tell everybody that it was him. For a fourteen-year-old boy it seemed so straight forward he had started the sexual proceedings so he was to blame, and Jonathon was completely innocent, and that was that. He sat back in his seat with his mind more at ease he had sorted out the problems, and if they were found out Jonathon would be let off, and he would take the blame. He looked over at the man who had his eyes fixed to the road and concentrating on the traffic that surrounded them. He wanted to move closer to the Jonathon but restrained the urge knowing that it might distract him from his driving. An hour later and they were in familiar territory and he began to recognise their surroundings as they passed the Blake house Jonathon turned and said. "You'd better give me instructions on how to get to your place." Kazar gave the instructions and within minutes they were parked outside his house. "I'll wait here while you make sure that your family are back from their visit." "No need to Jonathon, that's our car parked up the road." Oh okay then I'd better let you out and I'll see you whenever." The boy leaned over and kissed the man on the lips, "Bye Jonathon I'll see you after work tomorrow," and he left the car to make his way into the house. Jonathon drove off not realising that the innocent kiss that the boy had given him on their parting, had been observed by a pair of eyes belonging to Kazar's younger brother, and would be the beginning of the enquiries that would lead to his incarceration in one of Her Majesty's Prison. Part 3 Kazar made his way into the house and greeted his parents, they asked him about his day and he told them that he'd had a really wicked day out with Jonathon He was just about to go into detail on the days events when his younger brother Collin burst into the room shouting, "Dad, daaad, I saw Kazar kissing a man in the car before he came inside." Mr Burton looked at his son, "Is that true Kazar?" The boy was frightened but his mind quickly came to his rescue, "Yes dad but I only gave him a peck to thank him for a really nice day out." "No dad, it wasn't a peck he kissed him on the lips and for quite a while." Mr Burton turned to his younger son and told him to return to his room he then told Kazar to take a seat when the boy was seated he said, "I want the truth Kazar and if I feel that your lying I won't hesitate to have the police involved in the matter. Now what happened on your outing and I want all the details because boys don't kiss men on the lips in appreciation for an outing." His thoughts from earlier in the day came flooding back and also what Jonathon had said would happen if they were ever discovered. At once his protective nature for Jonathon came to the front and he blurted out. "It wasn't his fault dad, it was mine, I was the one who did the kissing and it was me that started all the other things." "What other things are you talking about Kazar?" And the boy now realizing his mistake had no option but to recall the events of the day. By the time he had finished Mr Burton was furious although the boy pleaded with him that Jonathon had not wanted to do anything he was not prepared to listen to the boy's pleas. His first action was to go to the phone and contact the police and after he had spoken to them a couple of detective constables were on their way to speak to him and the boy. After an hour at the Burton residence the DC's. made their way to Jonathon's house they rang the bell and when Jonathon answered the door they asked to see a Mr Jonathon Blake. "That's me what did you want?" Showing their identity cards one of the men asked, "Would you accompany us to the police station to help us in our enquiries about allegations made against you concerning indecent sexual acts against a minor, one Kazar Burton." Jonathon's heart sank he had no idea what had happened that the police should be involved so soon after leaving the boy. Confronting the police he asked? "Can I get my coat and inform my mother that I'm going out." They gave him permission though one of the officers stepped into the house to keep an eye on Jonathon at all times. He said goodbye to his mother put on his jacket and left the house that he had lived in since his birth never to return. At the police station he was led into an interview room by the same officers that had come to the house and after cautioning him they began their questioning. From the moment they mentioned what had taken place on the outing by the river and whether he wanted to deny the allegations Jonathon knew that the boy had revealed the events of the day and felt that it would be futile to deny it. "Yes, what has been said is true, and I admit to indecently assaulting the boy. He was very naïve and was easily led by me into committing the acts you mentioned." The officers read Jonathon his rights and asked him to sign a statement, which he readily did taking full responsibility for what had happened between himself and Kazar. The officers informed him that he would appear before a magistrate's court the next day and he would be remanded in custody till then. He was led away to the cells and asked if he wanted anything to eat or drink. He asked for a cup of tea, and was told it would be brought to him in due course and then the cell door was closed behind him. He sat on the bed his head held in his hands wondering what had caused Kazar to reveal what they had done that day. He was sure the boy had not been averse to what had taken place, and had actually started the proceedings. His mind went round in circles trying to find some reason for the boy confessing to what they had done, until at last he arrived at the only possible cause for why he was here and that being, someone had seen them, but who?" Jonathon slept in fits and starts and at daybreak he was up and pacing the cell. Later in the morning he was brought a breakfast of sorts which he had to more or less force down his throat but welcomed the cup of tea. He phoned his mother and informed her where he was, he refused to tell her over the phone the reason why but when she came to visit him he would divulge to her the reason for his incarceration. After the hearing that day when the Magistrates had reviewed the case they referred the case to be heard in The Crown Courts. Jonathon was refused bail and remanded in custody till the date of the trial. His mother was allowed to visit him and to bring him a change of clothing, while they talked he informed his mother of what had taken place the day that he'd gone out with Kazar. Although he had not initiated proceedings he was to blame, because he being the adult had not had the will power to stop the boy's sexual advances. He expressed his feelings of regret at what had taken place, and that he'd broken the trust of the boy's parents when they had allowed the boy accompany him on the outing. That was why he was going to plead guilty to all the charges, to spare the boy and his parents from having to appear in court and hopefully that would make amends for his actions. Mrs Blake pleaded with her son to change his guilty plea, and to fight the case. Jonathon was adamant and would not change his mind, he was held in remand for six months before his case came to court. In a matter of a day his plea of guilty to all charges his case was over, and the words ringing in his ears. "You will be Detained at one of Her Majesty's Prison for a period of Seven Years." He just had time to glance at his mother who was quietly crying as he was led away to the cells. The doorbell rang and Mrs Burton answered the door. The person standing on the doorstep was dressed in a grey pinstriped suit and looked to be in his late forties. "Yes what did you want?" she enquired of the man. "Good afternoon madam I'm Mr Hendry from the local Government Probation Office is this the residence of Mr and Mrs Burton." "Yes it is," would you like to come inside. "Thank you," he entered the house and with Mrs Burton leading the way they arrived at the sitting room. "Take a seat, my husband is in the back garden I'll just go and fetch him," she left and returned within a minute with Mr Burton in attendance. Again the man introduced himself to Mr Burton and when they were all seated he began. "I'm here to inform you that Jonathon Blake, has been paroled and is to be released within the month. The Probation Office thought it only proper that you the parents and also your son, who was abused by the man be informed of his imminent release. You'll be pleased to know that he won't be returning to this area. In fact he won't be returning to London at all so there should be know possible reason for him to cross your paths again. He will be placed," and Mr Hendry was interrupted by the door bursting open and a young boy running in shouting, "Leave off Kaz I didn't mean it," followed by an older teenager. They both halted when they saw their parents sitting in conversation with a stranger and immediately apologised. Mr Burton told the younger boy to leave the room then turning to the older boy said, "You'd better take a seat Kazar this concerns you as well. The eighteen-year-old with a questioning look on his face took a seat. Again Mr Hendry repeated what he'd said earlier then looking at the teenager asked, "You shouldn't be too concerned about Blake's release, as I was saying to your parents just as you came in he won't be living in London, and he'll be put on a sex offenders list with his movements being closely monitored over the next three years." Kazar looking at Mr Hendry asked, "Where will Jonathon be living?" "I'm sorry I can't divulge that information to you, but there is no reason for you to know of his whereabouts." "Of course there bloody is, I want to see him again. Don't you know that he took the blame for something that I did, and with the help of the police, my father, and the Crown Prosecution Services he was stitched up well and truly." "You were a minor at the time and you couldn't be held responsible for your actions." "God you people are so bloody stupid, can't be held responsible, listen to yourself, don't you know that nowadays kids at fourteen know as much about sex as most adults and have been having sex for at least a year and in some cases longer. By fourteen, I'd seen enough porn and had experienced heterosexual and homosexual sex, to know what direction my sexuality was pointing in, and when I saw Jonathon he was what I wanted. But because like you, the people concerned in the case were not prepared to listen to a fourteen-year-old, and because Jonathon was prepared to take the blame. For a sexual offence that in the most, was exaggerated out of all proportion by the lawyers for the prosecution. Jonathon was given seven years. I promised that when he came out of prison I'd find him and ask him to forgive me so if you can't give me his address I'll find it for myself." Mr Hendry sat silent for a moment before addressing Kazar, "Umm I umm don't know what to say, I haven't read the transcripts of the case only being transferred into this office six months ago. Maybe the sentence was a bit harsh judging from what you have just said, but the fact is that Jonathon Blake had sexual relationships with a minor, the person in question being you, he had to be brought to trial. If he had allowed you to speak in his defence the judge might have been more lenient in his sentencing, but for reasons only he knows why Mr Blake took full responsibility for what took place between the two of you. Now he's being released and I'm sure he doesn't wish to be reminded of the events that put him behind bars, if you intend on trying to find him I can't stop you, but before you do so I would advise you to discuss it with your parents," addressing them all he enquired, "are there any other questions you would like to voice concerning his release." The Burtons all agreed that there was nothing further that they wanted to know, Mr Hendry arose from his seat and made to exit the house, at the front door Kazar suddenly called out, "Mr Hendry what is the date of Jonathon's release." "Saturday the 21st of June," he replied, "In two weeks time," saying, "Goodbye," to them Mr Hendry left the Burton household. Inside the house there was a strained silence till Mr Burton turned to his son, "Do you hold me responsible for what happened to Jonathon Blake." Kazar looked at his father and collected his thoughts before answering, "I didn't know about the charges that were brought against Jonathon till I read about them in the papers. I couldn't believe all the lewd acts that he was charged with having committed, they were totally false and you all knew it. Now you ask me if I hold you responsible for what happened to Jonathon. I don't have to answer the question dad, you answer it you have to live with your conscience not me." He turned and left his parents staring after him as he made his way to his room. Inside the room he made for his bed and sat on it then putting his head between his knees ran his hands through his hair, he sat like that till he heard a faint tap on the door, lifting his eyes he saw the door open and his mother walk in. He sat looking at her with a look of abject despair on his face. She walked over to her eldest son and took his face in her hands and looked into those vivid blue eyes that at the moment had the look of a little lost boy. "Kazar, don't worry son all is not lost." "Mum I just don't know where to start looking for Jonathon, it was all right telling Mr Hendry that I'd find him by myself if I had to but that was just a load of bull. I haven't a clue where to start." "Well how about his mother Kazar." "Mum, you know as well I do, she sold the house and moved out because some of the neighbours were giving her a hard time about Jonathon. We don't know where she went." "You, and the rest of the family don't know but I do, so do you want her address." Kazar stood up and looked down at his mother, he wrapped his arms around her and recalling the words that someone had uttered a few years back, "That's the trouble with mothers they know too much," he kissed her on the forehead, "Mum you're an Angel in disguise." Mrs Burton broke free of her sons embrace and with a pretence of indifference said, "Stop fussing and let me give you her address." After supplying Kazar with Mrs Blake's new location with a serious look on her face she said, "Kazar, I never doubted what you said about what happened between you and Jonathon. That is why I have his mothers address. I spoke to her before the trial, and she told me she wanted Jonathon to fight the accusations brought against him but he refused. He didn't want you to have to appear in court or your father or me for that matter, he was prepared to take the blame and face the consequences. Now when Jonathon returns home after four years in prison, I hope he can find it in his heart to forgive you and our family at what happened to him. For although at the start he went with the best of intentions, prison, can in turn make a lot of people return to society with an anger against the world for the injustice done to them." "I'm prepared to face that mum as long as I can tell him that it wasn't me that made up the charges against him" Mrs Burton left her son's room to let him organise his thoughts, he had two weeks to get to Jonathon's mother and to persuade her to let him be there when Jonathon returned home. Kazar visited Mrs Blake a week before Jonathon was due to be released. The first time, although she was expecting him when she opened the door she wasn't quite sure who it was. The last time she'd seen him he had been 5ft 2ins tall and weighing 102lbs. Now he stood at 5ft 10ins but still on the slim side weighing 140lbs it was when she saw the vivid blue eyes set in the slightly tanned features that she smiled and said, "Kazar, how nice to see you again, come inside," and she led the way into the house. They sat talking for hours, she, telling him what had happened to Jonathon and how he had been coping with prison life. He had changed a bit because of the food which he didn't enjoy he had lost some weight. He was less talkative than before, this was due to the fact that he being a sex offender was kept away from the mainstream criminals mainly for his own safety. This meant that he had fewer people to come in contact with, and had mainly to rely on books to keep his mind occupied. Jonathon lay on his bed, it was well past midnight but he was too excited to sleep, this would be his last night in the Scrubs later in the morning he would be making his way out of the gates and to his new home in Buckinghamshire. His movements would of course be restricted but he would have a lot more freedom than he had at the moment. Although he did have to thank Detective Constable Walters for making his stay in prison a lot more pleasant, that most of the other sex offenders in prison. It was only after he'd been beaten up a fortnight after he'd been in prison, and DC. Walters came to visit him to make enquiries about the case. Seeing the condition that he was in, from that day on his stay in prison improved and the warders in charge of him changed. One of the warders that he got friendly with told him that DC. Walters went straight to the Governor of the prison and within a week all the warders involved in the incident were sacked. He remembered DC. Walters, he was the younger of the two detectives that was involved in his case. What Jonathon didn't know was at the time of the investigation when they printed out the charge sheet. The young detective knew that the some of the charges were false, and that it was being done to guarantee a conviction with a custodial sentence or in criminal jargon, he was being fitted up. The young DC was unable to change the charges brought against the prisoner, but it didn't mean that was agreeable to what was done. When the DC went to visit Jonathon Blake. Regarding the sex offenders list, and getting relevant details from him. He saw the results of a beating that Jonathon had received, the young detective made it a point of making sure by talking to the people in authority, and advising against any future similar occurrences, Because of the DC's intervention Jonathon had a trouble free time during his stay in prison. So from that one and only visit, by DC. Walters there was no repetition of what happened to him when he first entered prison. By two am Jonathon eventually fell asleep but he didn't sleep for long. The light streaming through his cell window at 5.30am woke him to the realization that this would be his last day in prison. By 11.00am with all the paper work done, he approached the main gates carrying his bag with the possessions that he was allowed to keep while in prison, and walked through the gates and out into the courtyard a free man of sorts. He looked around and saw a few cars parked near by and directly across from him he saw a car door open and his mother stepped out. He smiled walked over to her and greeted her with a kiss. They quickly entered the car and in a short space of time were on their way home. Jonathon couldn't express the relief he felt to be out of prison, and for the first time able to talk to his mother in four years without their conversation being overheard by a prison warder. The drive lasted about an hour, with Jonathon relishing every minute of the drive. Even the traffic congestion through the city didn't dull his enthusiasm and was something to absorb. They left the congestion behind and were soon in the countryside heading for home. They pulled into the driveway and parked outside the garage of a semi-detached property that Jonathon had never stepped inside. But on his mother's visits she had provided umpteen photos, showing the inside and outside of the premises for him to look at. They left the car and his mother led the way round to the front door. Inside she showed him the lay-out of the property downstairs. When he'd finished viewing the ground floor she asked him if he would like a cup of tea which he agreed to. "Take your bag to your bedroom Jonathon, while I make the tea. The room is the second door along the passageway at the top of the stairs." "Okay mum be down in a sec." "No hurry son, take your time." Jonathon following his mother's instructions made his way to his room. He opened the door walked in to see a young man standing by the bed, he didn't need to be told who it was, he smiled and walked over to the boy wrapped his arms around him in a welcoming embrace, as a solitary word escaped his lips, "Kazar." He broke the embrace then stepped back to look at the boy who was now only a few inches shorter than himself but still very slim. The boy was smiling as tears coursed down his cheeks, Jonathon raised his hands and cupping the sides of the boy's face in his hands with his thumbs he gently brushed the tears from the boy's eyes and cheeks. Kazar took one of the hands that brushed his cheeks, then placed the palm over his mouth and nose and inhaled deeply, the years flashed back to that day when he lay on the bed and inhaled the aroma from the mans pillows, it was there again, he took the hand away saying, "You smell great." They stood looking at each other their eyes devouring every detail of the others features, then the space between them lessened till their lips met and their tongues united again for the first time in four years. The emotions that ran through their bodies when their lips met cannot be described by mere words. The absolute joy and contentment they felt as their arms enveloped each other, and as their tongues caressed and stroked its partner it carried them away from this mortal plain. To be lifted into the heavens to a place and time that only lovers can attain, and where their very beings seemed to be momentarily joined as one. The End cable4uw@yahoo.com