Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2009 06:08:08 -0800 (PST) From: John Venn Subject: Leo's Pride and Joy Disclaimer: This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between a man and a boy, and the same boy as a mature teenager. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!! The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish! Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk ************************************************** Leo's Pride and Joy (b/b, m/b, m/t, fantasy) by Alexander Ever since I was small I have been able to look at someone and know what they are feeling - not what they are thinking or anything like that, just what they are feeling. And that was what caused my parents to divorce when I was ten years old. My mother and I were sat in the kitchen one day when dad came home from the office, and as usual gave her a kiss before going to change out if his work clothes. "Why doesn't daddy like living here?" I asked after he'd left the room. My mother was well used to my coming out with things like that, and usually didn't react too much. She accepted my gift without question, just telling me once in a while to be careful what I said in front of people. This time she looked at me sadly and told me that I must be mistaken. "Of course he likes living here," she said, "He's your daddy and he loves us." She wasn't telling the truth and I knew it - it was silly of her because she must know it too. "But he always feels sort of tired when he comes home. Not tired tired, but the sort of tired you get when you don't want to do something - like homework!" I giggled. Just then daddy came into the kitchen and looked at us both. He was very angry, I could tell, but he tried to hide it by smiling at us and asking what was for dinner. When he looked at me, I knew straightaway that it was me he was angry with. Through his eyes I sensed that he both hated me and loved me at the same time. He was frightened of me as well. They were divorced later that year and to be honest, neither my mother or I were too upset about it. For one thing I began to dislike my father because he tried to ignore me as much as he could, and for another he had a lady friend he liked better than my mother. My mother and me have been living in our new flat for more than a year now, and everything is OK. I can still tell how people feel: in fact it's got better because as I have got older, I understand their feelings more. Like when I am at school I can tell which boys like me, and which don't - and usually know why. I've got better at keeping my mouth shut as well, or at least not telling people what I think. My best friend, Peter, likes me a lot and we play together all the time. I have to be extra careful around him though otherwise he will guess what I can do. We were in the toilets as school one day last term and we looked at each other's dicks as we peed. We'd done this lots of times before, but this time I felt that Peter wanted to touch it as well. We were good friends and if it made him happy, then I didn't mind at all. In fact I wouldn't mind touching him as well. As I thought about this, my dick got hard and I moved a bit closer to him. Peter felt a bit embarrassed when I did this, but he still wanted to do it. To make him feel better, I reached over and put my hand on his dick and squeezed it a bit. It felt marvellous, and I knew Peter liked it as well because his brain went all sort of squishy and he wasn't thinking of anything except now good the feeling was. When he touched mine, I felt just the same - my mind went fuzzy and all I could sense was Peter's fingers on my prick and balls. It was a nice, tingly feeling. We did this for ages until someone came in the toilets and we had to stop. Peter and I did it quite a bit after that because we both liked it, and how good it made us feel. I also learned about another sensation that people, especially other boys and men get sometimes. I'd felt it before I realised, but it wasn't until Peter and I touched each other that I got to know what it meant. It often happened when I was out shopping with my mum, and someone, usually a man, would look at me and I knew what they were thinking. It scared me at first, but I soon got used to it, and to be honest began to enjoy the sort of power it gave me, especially when I went for a pee in the mall toilets. If I stood in the middle I could tell which men got `the feeling' and if I was in a good mood I would let them have a long look at it, even letting it get hard for them if there was no one else around. Then I would smile at them and leave. I knew it was wrong and probably dangerous as well, but I couldn't help it - I liked making them all confused and sort of happy at the same time, I never let them touch me though, only Peter did that. In fact it was when Peter and me were feeling each other in his bedroom one day that something new happened. We were laying on his bed with our pants and trousers down by our ankles, rubbing each other's dicks when suddenly Peter went all sort of stiff and began to shake. Just as he did that, his prick shot out this white gooey stuff all over my hand. It surprised us both so much that it took a minute or two for us realise what it was. "Wow!" said Peter, glowing red with excitement. "Is that what I think it is?" After a minute inspection of the slimy goo, a good smell and even a little taste, we agreed that it was indeed cum. I felt a bit sad that he was the first to do it, but happy that he could now make it, and I was the one to do it for him. I practised every night after that, rubbing my dick almost raw in a vain attempt to copy Peter. The feelings came OK, just like he got, but there was no result. It took another month before I managed to squirt out just a few magical drops of cum, much to my relief and infinite joy. Peter and I celebrated the longed for event in the privacy of his room later the following day, mixing the results of our efforts on his tummy and giggling like mad. It wasn't long after this that a man moved into the empty flat that shared the same floor as us. I was looking out of my bedroom window when the removal van pulled up outside, and a man I guessed to be about 25 got out of the passenger side. Within a few minutes I heard the other flat door open and boxes being carried in. My mother and I watched as box after box was brought in, followed by his furniture. "He must be a painter or something," my mother said after a while, "there's his easel and boxes of paints as well." "Can we go and say hello?" I asked. "Sort of welcome him." "Not yet," she smiled. "Let him finish moving in first and then we will." An hour later, we watched the now empty van drive off. I looked expectantly at my mum. "OK," she laughed. "Let's go." Seconds later we heard his door bell echo round what still sounded like an empty flat. When the door opened, I almost felt a physical pain as I looked at him properly for the first time. The waves of feelings he sent out were far stronger than I'd ever felt before and I took a shocked step backwards, almost as if he'd pushed me. Luckily I was standing a bit behind my mum and she never saw my momentary confusion, or my red face. "Hello," my mother said, stretching out a hand. "I'm Helen, and this is my son Thomas. Thom to his friends. We live opposite." "Hello," he smiled. "I'm Leo." They shook hands and he turned to look at me and held out his hand. "That's Thom with an aitch," I said, smiling at him. As we shook hands, that feeling was there again. He liked me, liked me a lot. Not in the way that the men in the toilets liked me, although there was a bit of that there, but more like Peter and I liked each other. We chatted for a few more minutes before my mother suggested that we aught to go and leave him to do his unpacking. "Can I help?" I asked, hoping that I could spend some more time with this man. Leo felt confused. He wanted me to stay and help, but wasn't sure if my mother would agree, or what she was thinking. More than that though, he seemed almost frightened of the way he like me. I stored this bit of information away and looked at mum. She wasn't thinking anything much, and said, "I don't think Leo needs any help, Thom." "He doesn't mind," I said without thinking, then added hastily, "do you, Leo?" Mother gave me one of her looks, letting me know that I'd done it again. She wasn't angry or anything, in fact she was slightly amused that my excitement had got the better of me. "No, I'd welcome the help in fact," he smile, "but I'm not doing it all today, just enough to have somewhere to eat and sleep." Mum agreed that I could stay and help for an hour or so, provided that I didn't get in the way or make a nuisance of myself. As we worked unpacking then kitchen stuff we chatted away easily, Leo telling me all about his work and me talking about where the shops were and stuff like that. It was while we were putting his bed together that a small problem arose. Or rather, a big problem if you see what I mean. I couldn't help it. I knew he like me a lot, even fancied me in a good way, and I liked it. In fact I even imagined him and me doing what Peter and I did on his bed - that's what gave me a real hard-on. Feeling a bit embarrassed at myself, I looked down and saw to my relief that it wasn't too visible if you didn't stare too much. But that was enough. Once the bed was complete, I made my excuses and went home after promising I would come back tomorrow to help some more. Whilst we were having dinner, I told mum what I'd found out about Leo, or at least most of it! He was a book illustrator mostly, but also painted as well for a hobby. The flat had once belonged to his aunt who had died and left it to him in her will; that's why he could afford to live in such an expensive apartment. I could tell that mum liked him and that she was glad that the flat was at last being lived in, it made things better somehow. It was when mum came in my bedroom to say goodnight that I dropped myself in the shit. I was reading when she came in to kiss me goodnight and turn the light off. Just as she was about to go, I said, "Leo likes me you know. Likes me a lot." For a second mum didn't realise what I'd said, but as it dawned on her, she stopped and turned the light back on. "What do you men `a lot'?" she asked, frowning. I could tell she was both surprised and worried about what I'd blurted out. It was serious. "Not in the way you're thinking," I said softly. "I can tell when people are thinking bad things about me, dirty sorts of things. And he wasn't thinking like that." There was a pause before she said, "Oh. I didn't know you could do that." The after another pause, "It must be very hard for you. I didn't even know you knew about such things." It was crunch time. I had to think very carefully about what to say next. I wanted to tell her everything, but I knew I couldn't. And shouldn't. "I don't really. All I feel is that sometimes people look at me and I can tell they want to do things to me. Nasty things." This last phrase wasn't strictly true of course, I didn't think them nasty at all, just some of the people that thought them. Not including Peter and Leo of course. Mum was worried for me, and about me, and I had to convince her that things weren't as bad as she thought. "Don't worry," I forced myself to laugh a bit. "I can always tell the bad thoughts from the good ones and I get away from the people who have the bad ones." She was feeling better, but I still had a way to go. "Like when we're out shopping. Sometimes I feel people looking at me and thinking dirty things, so I stay near you. Or if I'm by myself I get lost in the crowd or something." "You mean men, don't you?" "Not always," I laughed properly this time. "Sometimes it's women, or girls even. But they only want one thing!" This time I knew I'd convinced her that I was OK. The last time she'd bathed me, I'd started to get a bit of an erection and I caught just the slightest hint of a feeling from her that wasn't all together motherly! That was a year ago and she hadn't seen me naked very much since, which suited us both.. We chatted for a few more minutes, tidying up loose ends sort of thing and by the time she left, she was much happier. She did, however, buy me a rape alarm and whistle later that week, much to my embarrassment! It was after the light was out and she'd gone that I lay back and sighed deeply. I'd been vaguely aware that the talk we'd just had, had to happen at some time or another and I was glad it was over. Smiling to myself, I played with my dick until it was really hard and had a good wank, thinking of Peter and Leo. Then only remaining problem as far as I was concerned was to convince mum that Leo wasn't going to rape or kidnap me, and so far I hadn't a clue how to do that. For the next few days, whenever I was with Leo, mother made herself a real pain by coming in to his flat with cups of coffee and sandwiches and stuff every ten minutes. I knew I was getting pissed off with it, and so was Leo. After one such visit, this time with copies of the local paper `for Leo', I turned to him and whispered, "She thinks you're after my body, you know!" Leo nearly choked himself when he heard this, and went bright red. I knew I'd hit a nerve, putting into words what he'd obviously thought. "Don't worry," I laughed, "I won't tell if you don't!" He was still incapable of speech and so I went on, "Don't panic! All you've got to do is to tell her about your girlfriend and she'll be OK. Or invent one," I added meaningfully. "But I don't ..... I haven't done anything," he blustered, now red with embarrassment. He was feeling bad now, confused and upset. And vulnerable. "No. I know you haven't, and she knows that too. But I like being here with you and I want us to be friends. We just have to convince mum, that's all." "I'd like that," Leo said quietly, "But I don't think we can be friends." Now it was my turn to be confused and upset. I wanted to be friends with Leo desperately and now I'd spoilt everything. I looked at him and put a hand on his shoulder. As soon as I touched him, I felt that he too wanted us to be friends, but there was something he was afraid of and I'd a fair idea what it was. "I can keep a secret you know," I whispered. "There's nothing to be afraid of." He looked puzzled. He knew I'd more or less told him what was on his mind. "I'll swap you secrets," I smiled. "I'll tell you mine if you'll tell me yours. Let me show you." I stood in front of Leo and said, "Think of something that makes you happy, or sad, or angry." I watched as he closed his eyes. "Happy," I grinned as I saw a rainbow of colours. "Angry," I said as the image turned red. "Sad," I whispered finally as my mind turned grey. Thus didn't happen with everyone, but only with people I knew well. And with Leo there was something else too. "Was I right?" I asked. He nodded, but still wasn't totally convinced. "Right, I went on. "There's something else I can do. Let me hold your hand." He held his hand out and I took it between mine. "Think of something bad," I whispered. Instantly an image of a funeral jumped into my mind. "A funeral," I said. "Now something happy." A beach. A nice, sunny beach with palm trees and boats. The quality of the image even surprised me as I described it to him. "You can read minds!" he gasped, now fully convinced. "No," I replied. "Only feelings. I can't tell what you're thinking usually, only what you feel. But with you, I can see things you're thinking. You're the only one I can do it with, except my mother. That's why I want to be friends with you." "But how?" he asked. "Dunno. I just can." I replied, sure now that he was convinced. "And now you must tell me a secret," I laughed. "I think you already know one," he said quietly. "No, I don't," I lied. "All I know is that you want to be friends with me." "OK. Tell me what you see now." He was thinking of a picture. A painting of a naked boy showing his prick and balls. "A boy. A nude boy. Showing his bits," I giggled. "Well, there it is then. Now you know why we can't be friends." "Why? Because you like boys? Lots of people like boys, believe me, I know!" I said. "But doesn't that scare you?" Make you frightened?" Leo said. "Sometimes. But not you. I already knew you liked boys. And I also know that you wouldn't hurt them or do anything nasty with them.. Unless they wanted to!" I laughed. I let him think for a few minutes before I went on, "Does that make us friends now?" "You tell me!" he said, smiling at last. This time I grinned broadly at him as I saw a picture of myself come to life. "Friends!" I giggled, and surprised him by giving him a big hug. The following night I was having a sleep-over at Peter's house and never got to see Leo at all. Peter and I watched TV for a while until it was bedtime. I'd been thinking all day about whether or not to tell him about Leo, and if so, how much. In the end the problem was solved for me.. Once we'd changed into our pyjamas and said goodnight to his parents, we climbed into his bed and lay facing each other. His parents weren't the sort to come into his room once we were in bed, and so as soon as the light was out we started whispering together. I was telling him about Leo, and what work he did when he put his hand on my mouth and whispered, "For fuck's sake shut up and get `em off!" I was so taken up by what I was going to tell Peter about Leo that it wasn't until I stopped talking that I sensed just how horny he was feeling.. "You're feeling randy tonight," I giggled as we hugged each other, chest to chest, our dicks in our hands. "And you aren't?" he laughed, giving my cock a hard squeeze. Over the weeks, we'd learned how to jerk each other until we were almost cumming, and then stop until the feeling went away before we did it again. I liked doing this, mainly because I got twice the pleasure from it that Peter did. When we were as close togther as we are now, I could sense exactly how he was feeling, and by sort of dividing my mind up, enjoyed his feelings as well as my own. Usually we could manage to stop ourselves cumming three or four times before one of us lost it, and went that little bit too far! Tonight was a bit different. Peter was really excited, not only was he wanking me off almost frantically, but his other hand was rubbing up and down my back all the time. He was in no mood to take things easy and so I went along with the flow and rapidly brought him to a much-needed and welcomed climax, his seed shooting out in rapid globs of passion. For a few minutes after we'd cum, we always feel sort of tired and sad, but tonight Peter didn't get like that; instead he clung on to me tightly and rubbed his belly against mine, smearing our cum all over us.. "That was quick!" I whispered, a bit pissed off with him. "Now what we gonna do?" "Sorry!" he giggled, "But I've been thinking about it all day and I just couldn't help it! I still feel like messing about some more though." In fact, once we'd cum, we took things a lot slower. For the first time, instead of just feeling each other round our pricks and balls, we both enjoyed it a lot more than I thought we would - it was just as thrilling as when we wanked each other off. I liked it best when we took it in turns to lay on top of each other and rub our cocks together, We even put our cocks to our lips and kissed them a bit, which was OK as well. It must've been good for both of us because we managed to cum again a bit later, not as much as the first time, but it was just as good. At last though, we were both knackered out and fell asleep, cuddled up in each other's arms, happy and exhausted. Because we'd messed about so much the night before, we both overslept the following morning and I woke up well after nine o'clock with Peter's hard cock pressed between my butt cheeks. As I rolled over, I saw Peter was already wide awake and grinning widely. "How long you been awake?" I yawned. "Ages. But I felt so comfortable I didn't want to move!" he giggled as he pressed his dick into me. I would've like to mess around for a bit, but I had to get home and help mum with the shopping, so Peter and I had to make do with a quick grope and jerk-off in the shower before I hurriedly dressed and ran home. To my surprise, the flat was deserted when I got there and on the table was a note from mum. As it turned out, she'd decided to go and visit a friend after the shopping and wouldn't be back until the afternoon.. She asked me to tidy up the kitchen for her, and then much to my surprise, told me to spend the rest of the day with Leo, who had agreed to look after me! Mum must've had someone round for dinner last night as there were two sets of plates and stuff in the kitchen as well as two empty wine bottles. That didn't surprise me all that much as she often went out, or had someone round for dinner when I slept at Peter's. Spurred on by the incentive of spending the time with Leo, I quickly filled the dishwasher and dumped the rubbish in the bin. Giving the work tops a quick nominal clean, I looked around and decided that it all looked reasonably OK. I'd already had a shower that morning, but decided to change my clothes for Leo. Stripping down to my pants, I looked through my wardrobe and chose a fairly new red T-shirt and a clean pair of white jeans. Even if I say it myself, I looked quite good: the only thing needed was a dose of deodorant and I would be ready. Spraying a liberal amount in my pits, I then made a serious mistake. Form some stupid reason, I dropped my pants and gave a burst of spray into my groin. When you put deodorant under your arms, it stings for a bit but then it goes away. Putting it on your cock and balls is a thousand times worse! I yelped at the sharp, painful stinging and clasped my hands into my crotch, comforting my abused and now very tender tackle! It took a good wash and a careful drying of my bits before I felt anywhere near normal. Re-dressing myself, I vowed never to try that trick again! I rang Leo's doorbell and waited anxiously for him to open the door, almost dancing on the spot with anticipation. After what seemed an age, the door opened and Leo stood there, grinning at me, with a cup of coffee in his hand. Yet again that surge of emotion made me stagger and catch my breath. I could feel Leo inside my brain and stood there, idiot-like as I got used to it. "You coming in or not?" Leo grinned, bringing me to my senses. I could have hugged him, wanted to badly in fact, but managed instead to grin stupidly at him and walk in. "Coffee?" he asked, waving his cup at me. "Yes, please," I stammered out. He could have offered to cut my throat and I would have agreed just then. As I walked past him, I got a mental image of after-shave from him. "Overdone it a bit have I?" I grinned to cover my embarrassment. "No, not a bit," he lied. "You look nice today," he added I was delighted to pick up a picture of me from him, first dressed as I was, and then a fuzzy picture of me without any clothes on at all. Unfortunately this only lasted a fraction of a second before he dismissed it hurriedly.. I was pleased to see it though and blushed deeply at it. "Sorry to embarrass you," he said as he ruffled my hair. " `S OK," I replied, realising just in time that he was talking about what he'd just said, and not what he'd thought. As we sat at his kitchen table with our drinks, I forced myself to blank out most of what he was feeling, otherwise I knew from bitter experience, I would end up with a ferocious headache. What I did feel as I switched him off though, was some sort of change in him, one which made him happier. "Mum had someone round for dinner last night," I said, cradling the cup in my hand. "Yes, I know. It was me," he grinned. Somehow I wasn't really surprised at this. Mum was like a dog with a bone when she wanted something, and sorting out Leo in her mind was one of them. "Oh," I said non-committaly. I knew things had worked out Ok though, otherwise I wouldn't be here now. "Can you turn off that sensing thing you have?" he said seriously. "Sot of. I can blank most things out, or ignore them if I try." "Good. Can we talk properly then, without you reading my mind? It feels odd when you know what I'm thinking before I say it." I grinned at him and nodded. "It's off," I said, pretending to turn a key on my temple. "What do you want to talk about?" "You mainly. And me." I listened intently as he told me what they'd talked about. He didn't try to lie to me about anything, that much I could tell. The fact that he chose not to tell me some stuff didn't worry me as they were probably nothing to do with me anyway - and after all, he was allowed to have some privacy! "Girlfriends?" I asked. "Didn't really come up," Leo said. "I told her I'd had a few in the past, was between girlfriends now, but would probably find one soon." "What about me? About us?" "She's been a bit worried about you since your dad left. She thinks you need a man around sometimes, to talk to, sort of thing. And thinks I might be able to help." Leo was a bit embarrassed at having to say this, but I refused to sense him to find out why. Instead, I laughed and said, "What? About sex and stuff?" "That, I guess. But just having someone to talk to about things you can't discuss with her is what she wants." "What? Like overdoing the deodorant?" I giggled. "Yeah!" Leo laughed. "Did you tell her that I can sense your feelings and stuff more than I can her, or anyone else?" "No. We didn't talk about that at all. The only thing she said was that you are very good at working out what people are thinking." "She didn't tell you about the talk we had about what some men feel when they see me?" "No," Leo replied curiously. "What feelings?" I told him all about what I could sense sometimes from men and boys, and the difference between `dirty and nasty' thoughts and the others. Leo blushed as I said this. He'd obviously had similar thoughts himself, but never when I was with him. I wanted dearly to tell him that I didn't mind him thinking these things, and even hoped that one day we could do stuff together. "Don't panic!" I laughed. "I make myself scarce when I get those feelings, and run like mad!" Leo smile and relaxed. "Can I tell you a secret?" I whispered. "Of course." I told him about Peter and me, and some of the stuff we did together. I didn't tell him his name though, or how much we liked doing it. To my amazement, Leo wasn't at all surprised by what I'd said and even laughed a little bit. "That's what your mum meant about having a man around to talk to," he said. "Believe it or not, I was your age once and I know exactly what it's like. And your mother isn't silly either." "What?" I said in surprise. "You mean - You mean you did stuff as well?" "Of course. Most boys do I guess." It felt strange hearing this, although I suppose I should've known that Peter and I weren't the first, or only ones, ever to mess about together. Still, it made me feel a bit better knowing that what we were doing was almost normal! Almost. I looked at Leo as if for the first time. Here was a man, I thought, who likes me and I can talk to like nobody else. And he understands. "Can I give you a hug?" I whispered, looking down at the table. "Of course," Leo said. Moving across to him, I did more than hug him - I sat on his lap and put my arms around his neck. "I've missed this, " I murmured in his ear. "My dad used to hold me like this sometimes when I was small." I didn't feel at all embarrassed at this: even at my age I liked a hug once in a while, even from my mum! It made me feel warm and comfortable and safe and I wriggled closer to him. He stroked my hair as I nuzzled into his neck, happier than I'd been for ages. Underneath my thigh I could feel Leo's penis getting hard. Opening my mind a bit, I sensed he was getting self-conscious about it. " `S all right. I don't mind," I whispered and kissed him on the cheek playfully. A few seconds later, my own dick was as hard as Leo's and tenting out my jeans. "Snap!" I giggled as I stared at it. I sensed that Leo wanted to stop doing what we were doing and escape. I didn't. "I won't tell if you don't," I whispered, recalling an earlier conversation. "It only means that we like each other a lot," I laughed. "Oh boy!" Leo sighed dramatically. "You really are something else, aren't you? I've never known a boy like you." He gave me a good hug and grinned at me. "Promise me one thing," he said quietly. "Don't always tell me you know what I'm thinking, My heart won't stand it. And just because I think something doesn't mean to say that I want to do it." "OK," I agreed, happily. "Promise." I felt a surge of something like love pass through his mind and almost automatically I kissed him quickly on the lips, much to his delight. We sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's closeness. Even our boners went down as we relaxed and simply held on to each other.. "Wanna go out to eat?" Leo said, breaking the comfortable silence. "Yes, please. Where?" "Pizza? McD's?" Leo said. "Pizza!" I grinned, bouncing on his lap. Half an hour later we were sat in the Pizza Parlour, sipping our Cokes as we waited for the meal to arrive. I was deliriously happy, and it showed as I gabbled on to Leo about all sorts of nonsense. I knew I was talking too much, and mostly rubbish at that, but I couldn't stop myself. Leo was getting a bit pissed off with me, I could tell and so I shut up for a few minutes as I finished off my pizza. Glancing round the room, I looked at each person in turn. My ability to sense feelings had got steadily better as I got older and as I began understand what caused the feelings, could often work out what they were thinking about. There was a lady across the restaurant who was worried that her son hadn't eaten enough and there was a girl who was annoyed because she wasn't allowed another Coke. I nudged Leo and whispered, "That man across there in the blue shirt fancies me," I giggled. Leo glanced casually around and said, "White tie?" I nodded. "What's he thinking?" Leo whispered. I looked sideways at the man, who seemed to be about 30 years old, and quite good looking in fact. The sort of man I would have teased in the toilets, given the chance. "He wants to play with my, err, bits," I sniggered. And put it in his mouth as well." This shook Leo a bit and his mouth fell open. I ignored this and concentrated on the lady doing a crossword puzzle. There were pictures of exotic fruits flitting through her mind, as well as the letter A and the number seven. She was still puzzling it out as Leo and I walked past her on the way out. "Avocado," I said to her, grinning as I walked on. "What was that?" Leo asked when we were outside. "Crossword answer she was stuck on," I told him. "I worked the answer out for her. I gotta have some fun sometimes," I laughed. All the way home, Leo was thinking about something, but I couldn't quite work out what it was because he was thinking too quick and it seemed complicated. I held his hand as we crossed the road and got the full picture. He was thinking about the man who wanted to suck my dick, and how much I knew about that sort of stuff. I knew a great deal of course: some people have very vivid imaginations, not to say pretty disgusting ones at times too! I decided not to tell Leo that I knew what was on his mind, after all I had promised. Back at his flat, we sat on his big settee, him reading a book and me staring into space, something else I was good at. Leo wasn't actually reading the book, he was still thinking about the man. Turning over, I stretched out full length on the settee and rested my head in his lap. He lifted up his book and smiled at me distantly. "You can ask, you know." I whispered. "I don't mind." He put the book down and stared at me. "I should've known, I guess," he said. "If you can see pictures sometimes, then I don't suppose there's much you haven't seen." "Nope!" I giggled. "You should see some of the things I have. What that man was thinking was nothing compared to what some people want to do with dogs, horses ...." Leo put a hand on my mouth to shut me up. "Ok," he said. "That's enough. I get the idea. It's a pity that you have to know about all that sort of stuff at your age." "Yeah. Well." I sniggered. "Like you said, you don't have to act on everything you think, do you. If that were true, my mum would be dead a million times over by now! In any case, not many people have nasty thoughts. Most of them are nice ones." ************************ Things went well for the next few weeks. I still slept over at Pete's once or twice a week and we had our fun together as always. In fact I was getting to really enjoy it - I dread to think how much precious seed we'd spilt over the weeks, and how much fun we'd had doing it.. Leo still hadn't made any real move to do anything with me, much to my disappointment and frustration. In fact I must have shot as much spunk as Peter and I together, thinking of Leo at night in my bed. I'd even taken to wearing an old pair of too-small shorts when I was in Leo's flat and mum wasn't around. I think she'd have had kittens if she saw how tight they were and how nicely they showed off what little I had to offer. Leo didn't mind though - in fact he liked seeing me in them, but wouldn't ever say so. My chance to get things moving with Leo came out of the blue. Mum surprised me by saying that she'd got a job. "Not that we need the money," she explained, " But I get bored being alone in the house most of the day when you're at school." I couldn't understand that. I'd love the chance to stay at home all day and get bored! Still, it was her life. The job she's got was in a local nursing home: it was a nice job she told me, but the only problem was that she had to work all night once a week. It didn't take a lot of persuasion for me to convince her that I could sleep over at Leo's on those nights. She and Leo got on so well now that any thoughts she may have had of him molesting me were long forgotten. Leo wasn't quite so easy to convince. I knew exactly why he wasn't all that keen on my staying, which oddly enough were exactly the same ones that I had for making sure I did. Strangely enough, his initial reluctance to have me over persuaded my mum that I would be perfectly safe. And once mum and I had made our minds up, poor Leo had no chance! In fact I played it strictly by the book the first couple of times, getting dressed and undressed in the spare (my!) bedroom or the bathroom. I even kept my underpants on under my pyjamas! It was on my third stay that I started to make my move. I already knew that Leo had thought about messing about with me, he even wanted to, but so far he hadn't done anything about it and neither would he unless he was prompted. Or should that be seduced? I didn't care. All I knew was that I wanted him and he wanted me. To begin with I stopped wearing my undies under my pyjamas, and made sure the fly was left as wide open as possible when we sat together on the settee.. Sometimes, for a change, I took to wandering about the flat in only my underpants, pulled up tight into my groin. I knew my plan was working because once in a while I caught Leo thinking of me, his mind concentrated on my dick and balls visible though my pyjamas. By the sixth sleep over, we were both spending most of the evenings with very obvious erections - but still nothing was said, much less done. I knew it wouldn't take much to tip the balance now, all I had to do was give it a push. I put my plan, such as it was, into action just as soon as mum had left for work. Leo was working on a drawing for his book when I entered the flat and as usual changed out of my school trousers and white shirt and squeezed myself into the tight shorts and his favourite red T-shirt. My dick and balls were squashed so tight that they were a bit painful, but it would be worth it I hoped. In any case I didn't intend keeping them on for long. For a while I stood behind him, my arms on his shoulders and our heads side by side. Luckily he didn't have to concentrate on his work very much and we chatted about our day as I nuzzled on his neck. Once in a while he would lift up a hand and stroke my arm absent mindedly as he thought. I sensed a mixture of feelings flowing from him, mostly ones of happiness and contentment, but mixed up among them were ones of suppressed lust and fear. He'd been having these thoughts a lot more recently, thanks to my hard work, and now they were accompanied by images of my half-erect cock glimpsed through the fly of my pyjamas. These were his favourite memories as he returned to them time and time again - and each time he did I kissed him playfully on his cheeks. By now we were both hard, his dick outlined beautifully by his thin chinos, my own cock as hard as it could get, bearing in mind my shorts were very tight. In fact it was becoming really painful. Making no attempt to hide it, I unfastened my shorts and moved my cock to a less painful position, neglecting to re-fasten them. "Don't you think they're a bit small for you now?" Leo grinned. "Yeah, but I like them," I giggled. It wasn't only me who liked them of course, but I didn't remind him of that. Instead I took them right off and sat on his knee in just my pants and T-shirt, making sure I could feel his erection under my leg. "I can't work like this," he grinned. "You're distracting me!" "Good!" replied gleefully, "I wanna talk anyway." He was more than pleased to stop work for the evening and we went into the lounge, turned the TV on and made ourselves comfortable on the settee. Laying on my side, I put my head in his lap and wriggled my arms under his shirt to clasp him round his waist, skin against skin. I sighed contentedly as I pressed my cheek against his boner. "That's nice!" I whispered. "So. What do you want to talk about?" Leo asked, not stopping me from resting on his hard dick. "Nothing!" I giggled. "I just wanted to hold you and relax. I've had a hard day." A mental image of my erection flashed into my mind. Leo's idea of a hard day wasn't quite the same as mine but was more fun! "Hungry?" he said, trying to change the subject. "Sort of," I laughed, and daringly turned my head into his crotch and pretended to nibble on his dick through his chinos. Not unexpectedly, he rather enjoyed this and it took a few seconds for him to summon up the will to stop me. I beat him to it however and turned away before he said anything. It was at that moment that I knew I'd got him. He was more aroused now than ever I'd known, and what's more his determination not to do anything with me was almost eroded away. All this I got in a single, fantastic flash - a heart-stopping image of us both naked together, smiling. Taking advantage of the moment, I frantically kicked my pants off and lay back, allowing my dick to stand up proud in front of us. Before he could get over the shock, I threw my arms round his neck and kissed him hard on the lips. I kept on kissing him until I felt him relax a bit, the initial shock dying down. The feeling of surprise and anger soon evaporated and he gave up all pretence of not wanting to touch me. "You've been doing it again, haven't you?" he said sadly, much to my surprise. "What?" I replied, genuinely surprised. "Reading my thoughts." "No, I haven't. Honestly," I stammered out. "I've wanted to do this for ages and tonight it just seemed sort of right. It's not you, it's me." "Why?" he asked. In all the time I'd been messing about with Peter, and in all the time I'd wanted Leo, I'd never thought about why. And I couldn't come up with an answer. "Dunno," I muttered. "It's just that I wanted to. I like being with you and I want to be as close to you as I can, and I thought that you'd like it if I got undressed for you." By now my dick had gone soft and I was almost in tears at upsetting my best friend so much. I'd screwed up badly. "There's no point in lying to you," Leo said softly. "You know I like you a lot, more perhaps than I should. And I have thought of doing things with you I must admit, but that doesn't make it right." "No, I know that. But I like you so much that it hurts sometimes and I can't help how I feel. And ever since that first day when I found out you liked me, and wanted us to do things together, I thought that at last I'd found someone who felt like me and understood." "I do, believe me, I do," Leo replied. "There's nothing I would like more than to take care of you, in whatever way you want, but you are only young and what you want isn't right." Without him realising it, Leo was caressing and stroking my chest with his fingers, making my cock rise up again. I could ask him if we could do it just the once and I'd never ask again, but I knew that wouldn't work - it wouldn't be enough. "I can't stand it," I said, the tears flowing freely now. "Being around you all the time and not being allowed to touch you and hug you when I wanted, and talking about stuff." Leo had gone from being extremely aroused to a black, depressed mood. He was as upset as I was, but tried not to show it. "Please." I whined. "I won't tell anyone. Ever." I sensed him struggling with his thoughts; fear mingled with love, desire with self-control, his age against mine. If I said or did anything just now, it would ruin things. A hug would convince him I was just here for the sex, walking away would justify his worries. He had to make his own mind up. After what seemed an age, I felt him relax and he clasped his arms around my waist. He'd decided. I didn't need to read his mind - his eyes said it all. "I must be mad!" he smiled wryly. "That, or you can control minds as well as read them!" I was far too happy to hear what he said after the first few words. In something approaching a state of panic, I hugged him as hard as I could and kissed him a thousand times. Once I'd got over my elation, I grinned at him as broadly as I could. "OK," he said, now being serious. "Ground rules." With an immense effort, I made myself calm down and gave him my best attention. "One. Thinking something doesn't mean I want to do it there and then, or even at all. Two. You wear decent clothes around the flat. My heart won't stand much more of it. Three. No bed-hopping. That's your room and that's mine. And lastly," he added, "Our secret!" "Yes, yes, yes, and yes," I giggled. "And number five is that we are best friends for ever and ever and ever!" "Agreed!" Leo smiled. I made Leo stretch out on the settee and lay on top of him, my legs between his and my nose against his nose, Wrapping my arms round his neck, we kissed tenderly, tongues against tongues. I whispered a quiet "Thanks!" to him, and in return got another kiss. We lay there in blissful silence for ages, getting used to each other and revelling in the euphoria . Idly I unbuttoned his shirt and opened it. Running my hands over his bare chest I sighed deeply, realising that he was now mine, and I was his. Resting my head on his breast, I listened to his heart, beating a bit faster than normal. I smiled as I knew I was the cause of it. Having got used to his chest and heart, I slid a tentative hand between our tummies and grasped the top if his chinos. This was the final step. I'd already offered him my nakedness, which he'd accepted. It was now his turn, but it was a much bigger step for him. I could always plead childishness and innocence. He couldn't. We looked at each other, exchanging unspoken messages. Almost imperceptibly, he nodded at me, unsmiling. As carefully as I could, I unsnapped the clasp and slid the zip down as far as it would go. Somewhat awkwardly I took his chinos and pants off and dropped them on the floor. Kneeling astride his legs, I stared at his beautiful body, his cock rising hugely erect from a nest of light brown, almost blond hair. My own erect dick was about four finger-widths long: his was about six, but other than that we were much alike, mine being just a bit thinner of course. His balls were covered with a fine dusting of the same brown hair. He looked superb; far better than I expected and far, far better than Peter. Nervously I grasped him with my trembling fingers. And for the first ecstatic time, felt his soft hardness and intense warmth. My mind went numb with bliss as I held it gently, making sure I remembered this moment for ever. Experimentally, I slid my hand up and down his shaft and felt the weight of his balls. I gasped and thrust my hips forward as Leo wrapped his fingers round my swollen cock, gently squeezing and rubbing it. I'd never felt this good before; I thought Peter was OK, but Leo was an expert and made me feel ecstatic. It was like all my dreams has come true at once - life simply couldn't get any better than this! I moaned with joy. "You'd better stop!" Leo growled at me distantly. Knowing what would happen if I didn't, I reluctantly released him. I was going to lay on top of him again with our dicks together like Peter and I did, but I'd forgotten Leo was taller and it wouldn't work in quite the same way. Instead, I wriggled around until his cock fitted under my balls, sticking between my legs and my dick was squashed between us. This also had the advantage that we could kiss - which we did. As we settled in to a sort of kiss-fest, I squirmed around on top of him, anxious to enjoy as much bodily contact with him as I could. Quite suddenly, and without any warning at all, my body stiffened and I pressed my cock hard and forcefully into Leo's tummy before I blasted out shots of hot, volcanic cum between us. "Christ!" I almost shouted, "That hurt!" It was the first time I'd ever come without touching it and the first time it'd actually hurt. Gasping for breath, I stared, glassy-eyed at Leo. "What happened?" I stammered out. Leo laughed lightly and explained that it was because I was so aroused and happy that it happened so unexpectedly and painfully. "You see," I giggled, feeling better now, "I'd never have known that if we hadn't got together!" Taking hold of his cock again, I started at it as I masturbated him slowly. I wanted him to cum: I wanted to watch him cum, I wanted to feel his warm cum on my skin. But not yet - I wanted to play with him first. It wasn't long though, not nearly as long as I'd hoped for - he must have been as aroused as I was. Under my fingers I felt his prick harden a bit more and before I knew it, he fired out a massive amount of lovely spunk.. Leo grunted and groaned with each shot, only stopping when the last dribble slipped out. Giggling madly, I surveyed the incredible sticky mess spread over my hand and over out chests. Still smirking, I waved my hand at Leo. Dashing to the bathroom, I dampened two face cloths and hurried back. Dropping one of them on his belly, I started to clean him up. "Ouch!" he gasped, grabbing my hand. "Cold water!" "Ooops!" I sniggered. "Sorry! Didn't think!" We lay there for ages holding and stroking each other lazily, now accustomed to our nakedness and enjoying the warmth of the skin-to-skin contact. Eventually though, we had to go to bed, and true to his word, Leo insisted that we used our own beds and that I stayed in it! I didn't like it very much after spending the evening curled up with Leo. I was lonely, but a hand on my boner and memories of what Leo and I had just done soon sent me off to a contented dream-filled sleep. ******************** Over the next few weeks, my life changed quite a bit. For one thing I saw less and less of Peter outside school. This was partly because I didn't need him in the same was as before, and partly because I was spending more time with Leo. It wasn't at all easy backing off from Peter: we'd shared a great deal together sexually and we'd been good for each other. We were still the best of friends of course, and I don't think Peter minded too much as I still spent Friday nights with him.. We only mentioned it once when I said that I was a bit worried that mum was beginning to fret about me spending so much of my spare time with him. He accepted this explanation readily and was glad that I hadn't decided to stop messing about altogether. In fact, the times we did have together were much better in some ways as we were more excited and ready for it. Also, mum got a new boyfriend. I was so embarrassed at the noises from mum's room the first time he stayed over that I told her I would stay with Leo the next time. She blushed deeply when I told her this, and of course readily agreed that it was a good idea! I was thus able to spend at least four or five nights a week with Leo, but it doesn't mean I saw much less of mum though. More often than not, when Jim, her boyfriend, came over, we all ate together and watched TV or something before I escaped to Leo when things got too heavy for me. Things changed a bit there too. We'd conveniently forgotten about the `bed hopping' rule and some nights we slept together in his big bed. It wasn't because of the sex bit though, we just felt the need for each other. I think we both disliked sleeping alone when we could so easily keep each other company, and in fact on many nights we did nothing else but kiss and cuddle until one of us fell asleep. Before I knew it, a year had gone by. Leo and I were more like uncle and nephew in some ways. We shopped together, worked on his car, went out to the cinema and restaurants and so on. The sex was still fantastic though, especially after one terrific night last Christmas. Mum had held a party in our flat for some of her mates. Jim was there of course, and so were Leo and I. It was a good party, with lots of food and drink. The food was OK, but I got pissed off with only having OJ or Coke to drink. In any case, they were all getting a bit drunk as time went on and they were getting silly. I slipped out quietly and escaped to Leo's flat. Once there, I stripped down to my pants and watched TV by myself. I didn't mind Leo staying on, he was enjoying himself. In any case he would come home eventually and I would have him to myself. About one o'clock,. The door opened and Leo walked in. I could tell he'd had a drink or two, but he wasn't drunk or anything: I could tell because his mind was a bit sort of fuzzy. Pleased to see him at last, I jumped up and hugged him, giving him a big kiss at the same time. "Missed you!" he whispered. "What happened?" "I got bored and came home," I said. Mentally I thought of Leo's flat as more my home now than my own. "I'm OK now though. You're here." Before long we were cuddled up in his bed, our naked bodies entwined. I'd been half asleep until he came home, but now we were comfortably wrapped up together, I woke up properly and wanted to mess about. It didn't take me long to get Leo in a playful mood and we writhed together under the bedclothes trying to tickle each other. Eventually Leo let me win and I knelt astride him, hands on his shoulders and sat on his tummy. I looked into his eyes and saw how much he cared for me. More than that; he was actually beginning to love me, whatever that may mean. I already loved him - that much I knew. It was him I thought of constantly in idle moments, wondering what he was doing and whether or not he was thinking of me. When I came home from school and we hugged, it was as if a missing part of me was put back in place and I was whole again. Still gazing doe-like into his beautiful eyes, I leaned back and took his hardness in my hands behind my back, just holding it and enjoying the feel of him under my fingers. Arching my back as I did this, mu cock wavered in front of his face, tantalising him. An image of my cock in his mouth snapped into Leo's mind, and unlike before, wasn't instantly wiped out. He wanted it, needed it in an odd sort of way, but he wasn't going to ask. I knew why as well. If he'd asked me, I would have said yes of course, but he would never have known whether it was because he'd asked me and I wouldn't say no, or whether it was because I really wanted it. Letting go of his cock, I scooched up a bit and rested my dick on his lips, offering myself to him. He grasped my hips lightly and opened his mouth. I moaned in ecstasy as I felt his tongue lick up and down my throbbing cock, bathing it in fluid warmth and tenderness. My eyes closed and I threw my head back as a furnace-hot wave of heat enveloped my whole body, centred on my groin. Leaning forward, I fed my aching dick into his mouth, watching intensely as it disappeared millimetre by millimetre into the moist cavern. It would be useless to try and describe how either of us felt for the next few minutes. All I can remember is that my mind was an absolute mess. Every time Leo slid his tongue round my cock-head, or sucked on it, needles of pleasure stung me everywhere. I fell forwards, grabbing Leo by the shoulders and started to buck backwards and forwards, slipping in and out more and more quickly. There was no way I could control myself now, and I drove myself deeper into Leo's throat with an animal-like fervour. My balls tightened up and with a desperate urgency, I ejected my cum savagely into Leo's throat, not giving a thought as to whether he wanted me to or not. I couldn't have stopped myself anyway. Collapsing alongside him, I searched for Leo's hand and grasped it firmly as if to anchor myself to reality. Slowly I began to breathe properly and calm down. "Feel better now?" Leo asked with a mixture of concern and amusement. "Oh, yeah!" I gasped out. "That was unbelievable!" Well: that was it more or less. I got my turn to take Leo in my mouth a couple of days later, but in a funny way neither of us liked it very much. I found sucking a bit difficult to do, and I knew Leo only did it to please me and so it was only a one-off as far as we were concerned. I liked being sucked though, and he enjoyed doing it for me, so it soon became yet another thing we loved doing. Jim became a semi-permanent fixture in our flat over the next few months; he'd even been given his own front door key. I didn't mind that very much at all, after all mum needed company just as much as I did. I was very careful not to let him know I could sense his feelings as I knew he didn't like me all that much. Not that he actually disliked me in any way, it's just that he was one of those people who couldn't get on with teenagers. He cared for mum very deeply, a feeling which was returned, and on that basis we got on well enough together. I think he would've killed me if ever he found out that I knew when he was thinking of mum around bed-time, and what his thoughts were. If mum ever realised that I was aware of this, she never let on. All I could pick up from her was a feeling of gratitude when I said I was spending the night in Leo's flat. The big shock came when I was halfway through my last year at school. I'd just got home when Leo said my mother wanted to see me. I thought nothing of it at first, she often left a message with him, but as soon as I entered the flat I could sense an odd atmosphere. For a split second I thought she'd found out about Leo and me, but just as quickly dismissed the idea as she was anxious, not angry. We sat down in the living room and looked at each other. For once, I couldn't sense her feelings - she was confused. "How much do you like Jim?" she asked carefully. "He's OK," I answered just as carefully. "Why?" "He's asked me to marry him," she spurted out suddenly. "Oh!" was the only thing I could think of to say. "Well?" she asked after a few minutes. "What do you think? Would you mind?" There were a million thoughts going through my head, and I couldn't make much sense out of any of them. "I think you should," I replied thoughtfully. "You like him and he likes you a lot." I didn't add that just like me, she needed someone to love her. "But?" I took a deep breath. I'd promised mum, like Leo, not to talk about what I learned from people's minds. But this was important. I explained to her how Jim felt about me, and how he thought that somehow I was coming between them, that he neither liked nor disliked me, but saw me as some sort of rival for her love. This time it was mum's turn to say, "Oh!" "I don't think he'd like it much if I was here all the time," I said. "And neither would I." Then, stupidly I went on. "I could stay with Leo. He wouldn't mind, and I'd like it." I began to gabble on, giving all the reasons why it would be a good idea, except the real one of course. She let me ramble on until I ran out of breath. Then I got `the look'. You know, the one your mother gives you when she wants to hear the truth. "You sleeping with him?" she asked, remarkably calmly. "No!" I replied too quickly. "Well, not in the way you think anyway. We sometimes sleep in the same bed, but we only talk together." Something in the back of my mind told me to carry on. It was time for things to come out in the open. "Usually," I added meaningfully. She wasn't angry. She wasn't even pissed off or upset. The overwhelming feeling I got was one of relief. "You know?" I gasped, blushing to my roots. "I'd sort of worked it out. You've changed since you met him, you've grown up and got more confident. And you're always touching him!" I felt immensely relieved; not only because Leo and I needn't keep our secret from mum any more, but also because mum already knew and we could talk about it. The touching bit embarrassed me though. "So?" I whispered. "What next?" "You're leaving school soon and after that getting a job and probably leaving home anyway. That will happen whether I like it or not. And, just like you, I don't like being alone. Jim is good company and we like each other. We would keep each other company after you've gone." She paused, took hold of my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes. "If you want to go and stay with Leo, you can. Obviously you like each other a lot and I don't suppose anything I say will change that. I think you're a bit young yet to make your mind up about that sort of thing, but as he only lives across the corridor, you can always come back if things don't work out. I think they will though. You've always been good at judging people and I've never known you make a bad mistake yet. Besides, I happen to like Leo as well!" We hugged each other tightly, something we hadn't done for ages. "Go on," she said tearfully, "I think Leo aught to be told the good news! And I need to talk to Jim." Then came the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life. I had to tell Leo. Walking across the hallway between out flats, I had no idea how he would react. I spent a very uncomfortable hour with him; first calming him down, then convincing him that mum was Ok with us, and then persuading him to let me move in. During all that time, we never hugged or kissed at all. In fact we never even touched each other. And that hurt me a lot: I needed his arms around me more than ever. Having got so far, and being so open with mum, if Leo chose not to have anything more to do with me, then there was nothing else left in life for me. I'd staked everything on him.. I didn't dare try to read his mind as we went back to see mum; for one thing I was far too nervous, and for another I was shit scared of what I might find. It was obvious after just a few minutes that my presence was causing a problem for them both - it didn't need telepathic powers to work that one out! Reluctantly I made myself scarce and went out for a walk. Even now, I can't remember where I went or what I did. All I can recollect is wandering around, staring unseeing into shop windows and watching the cars go by, full of happy families on their way our somewhere nice; of my buying a bottle of juice and throwing it away untasted. Having walked myself out, I slowly made my way home, put the key in the lock and went indoors. Leo and mum were still there, an almost empty bottle of wine between them. Their happy mood suddenly evaporated as I carefully chose a chair between them and sat down. I looked anxiously from one to the other. "We've agreed," said Leo seriously as he took a sip of his wine, "That you can't move in with me." I fell back in the chair, gobsmacked. I'd more than half expected this, but actually hearing it, especially from Leo, hurt me badly. I slumped down in the chair, eyes fixed on the floor and trying desperately not to cry. Only distantly did I hear mum add, "Until you're 16." As my numb brain absorbed this, I looked up at my mother, not believing what I'd heard. Between them they explained that for a whole host of reasons, it wasn't either possible or legal (Legal? After what we'd been doing?) for me to actually move in with Leo until after my 16th birthday, but in the meantime that shouldn't stop me sleeping there once in a while. There were a hundred other things they told me as well, but I was so excited that I can't remember any of them, I was far too excited. Things developed over the next few months as you might expect; mum and Jim got married and I moved in with Leo almost full time. I never found out what Jim thought of the odd situation, quite deliberately I never probed to find out. Just as long as mum was happy, I was content to leave it like that. With regard to mum, I asked her not long ago why she'd been so sort of laid back when she found out that Leo and I had been `messing about'. She explained that she had an older brother who, like me, preferred `male company to that of women' as she put it. When he was 18, her mum and dad found out about him going with another men. There was a big row and he'd left home, never to be heard of again. "As you grew up, I saw a lot of my brother in you," mum went on. "And I knew what would probably happen eventually. Especially when you took up with Peter so strongly, and then Leo. We were both lucky when Leo turned up!" she laughed. Anyway, we had a party when I was 16, with all the family there, except dad of course, and a few friends from school. Peter turned up, with a new girlfriend in tow, and I was happy for him. We managed to spend a few minutes together in the privacy of my room when I told him about Leo and me. Just like mum, he had already guessed what I was like, and didn't mind. In fact we had a kiss and a last, final grope of our cocks for old times sake! It was late when Leo and I got back home and we were both tired, but there was one birthday present I wanted from Leo and I was determined to have it. At first he was reluctant to do what I wanted, but knowing him as well as I do, he didn't really have a chance. Producing a tube of lubricant I'd kept hidden for almost a year, I handed it to him, pleading silently with my eyes. Despite all the horror stories I'd heard about `the first time', I actually found it sublimely fulfilling(!). His cock entered me as if it was always meant to be there, its length and incredible warmth filling me with an exhilaration that was truly ecstatic. We seemed to be coupled together for a lifetime, my tears flowing freely and adoration for my lover exuding from every pore of my body. Twice more that night we made love, something we've never managed since, much to my disappointment, but they do say that the first time is the best! Tonight is my eighteenth birthday party. Leo and I have decided to celebrate it alone: first we are going to have a meal in the best restaurant we know, followed by a nice, cosy and not too relaxing time at home! We have been deliriously happy for the five years we have been together: more than we have a right to expect in this life I guess. Although that worries me sometimes, I know that things will never change between us. I can still read the thoughts of other people, and as time has gone by I can understand them a lot more. I have learned to ignore them mostly except when they affect either Leo or I directly, which they sometimes do. Not everyone is as understanding as my mother when it comes to same-sex relationships as we have had one or two awkward incidents, but no more than I expected. And in any case, I don't give a damn as long as I have Leo - after all I am his pride and joy! The End ************************* List of my longer stories posted on the Nifty Stories site: Cairo Holiday /nifty/gay/highschool/cairo-holiday/ A developing story of two teenage boys who meet when one of them is on holiday to Egypt. It tells of their developing relationship and the liaisons they have with the local boys. They grow to like each other - and more. They share a mutual desire to explore this magical city, and discover more than they ever thought they would, not only about Egypt but also themselves. Things change however, when their families learn about their special relationship. Forest House /nifty/gay/adult-youth/forest-house/ Life in a home for teenage boys leads a young care worker into finding a new side to himself which he didn't know existed, and at the same time teaches a group of behaviour-problem boys that life can be fun sometimes! Gareth's Story /nifty/gay/highschool/gareths-story/ Gareth is in care, and has been asked to put his life history down on paper.. Despite his misgivings, he does, and in so doing discovers not only himself but new friends. Later on he meets a new friend and his life improves as he moves out of care to join a new family. Garry and John Stories /nifty/gay/adult-youth/garry-and-john/ The story of John, a university undergraduate and his 12-year-old cousin who find they enjoy each other's company and more, despite family differences.. They strike up a loving relationship and John takes Garry away from an abusive and unloving home. Garry and John Make A Home follows on, they leave Oxford behind and set up home together. Despite problems, they both mature together and find that they can't live apart. In the third part, they leave England and move to Cairo where their relationship develops and they make new friends and find life is fun as well as interesting! Life Is What You Make It /nifty/gay/college/life-is-what-you-make-it/ Story of a boy who leaves school and spends the summer trying to find out who he is. He finds a soul-mate from his old school and, despite their different cultures, learn that they have a great deal in common, eventually setting up home together. Tanta /nifty/gay/adult-youth/tanta/ Ahmed is the young house-boy for a young accountant working in Egypt. A relationship soon develops which suits them both and before long they are living together, much to the satisfaction of them both. Tom Brown's Schoolboy /nifty/gay/adult-youth/tom-browns-schoolboy/ Story about a young boy from a very disadvantaged background who is befriended by one of his teachers who helps him move on to a much better life. Brian is Different /nifty/gay/adult-youth/brian-is-different/ Brian, even at his young age, knows that he likes the attentions of older men and much to his delight finds one who, reluctantly to begin with, is willing to satisfy his need. London Street Boy /nifty/gay/adult-youth/london-street-boy/ Tells the tale of a boy who ends up having to learn how to earn a living on the streets of London, and all that it entails. For various reasons, he decides that it isn't the life for him and makes a determined effort to improve his station in life.