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Memories of Love.
By `Don Colclough'
And `narrated' by John Teller.
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Part 2.
It was the late autumn of 1961. You were twenty-two years old (almost twenty-three) when it first happened!
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Louis was twelve years old and becoming a handsome boy, but not a spectacularly handsome one. But he was lovely. You thought so, Don. His summer freckles were still on his cute face and apart from the odd bad chest he had because he'd had double pneumonia, he was in good health. In fact, because of that bout of pneumonia, you stopped smoking because it made him cough. And nobody was allowed to smoke around him. Not when he was with you they weren't. If ever anybody came into the garage, including any of your pals and Louis was there, the first thing you would say to them if they were smoking was, "Put that thing out! Louis had double pneumonia and he doesn't need people smoking around him!" And that included your own parents who both smoked and who had accepted that little Louis was like the little bro you never had.
They always complied. You might have been a proper softy and fell in love too easily, but when it came to the protection racket, you were no pussy and nobody messed with you. Especially they didn't mess with you when you were protecting your little buddy. And that's why what happened wouldn't have happened, would it Don, unless your little Louis trusted you completely.
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Winter was approaching. Dark nights and the paraffin lamp and early evenings spent on the front bench seat of your almost new light blue Ford Zephyr Zodiac Mk2 with whitewall tyres and a sun-visor and bench seats that would do 88 MPH because it had overdrive!
Bench seats! In the Ford Zephyr Zodiac Mk2, not only were they more comfortable... they were bigger too. Louis could really stretch his legs out when he was leaning into you having his cuddles and you were sharing those lovely lip kisses when you both listened to your music before you buggered off to the pub to play crib or darts or skittles or go dancing on a Saturday nights with the lads.
It was Wednesday, November 1st and you were both sitting in your car in the garage with the door locked from the inside and the lights out and the only illumination was the glow from the radio and you were planning which bonfire to go to when it first happened. But, by then, Don, you knew it was going to happen. Little Louis had already made it plain what was going to happen because he had been working on you for a while. And no longer were you thinking little boys were to be loved and not touched. Little Louis had stirred something deep inside you that had lay dormant only because you were an absolute romantic. Oh yes, Don... it was time! And I'm going to be kind to you and play this for your Magic Moment. That's nice, Don, eh? Because it was a Magic Moment that you've remembered all your long life.
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Little Louis had got to the stage where, as soon as you'd settled in your car with him leaning back into you and your left arm was around him, he'd lift up his pullover, take his shirt and vest out of his jeans, get your hand and place it on his naked tummy, and he would direct operations... using your hand to caress his tummy and chest, and he even stopped and let you tickle his nipple with your thumb when he got it up far enough. But this time, Don, because he knew you couldn't see what he was doing because he always had his back to you and the only light in the place was coming from the radio, when he settled against you, unbeknown to you, he'd undone the button on his jeans and slipped his zip down a bit before he got hold of your hand and put it in its proper place. And that's when romanticism changed to reality. Louis was now a hormonal almost teenager and he'd decided the man he loved; the person he trusted most in the world, would be the very first person to take him into that nether world of... wait for it Don! Sex! Oh, my God! And I reckon a bit of Mario Lanza would be most fitting for this moment, so here you are... When they begin the Beguine... Beguine being analogous to a bit of willie fondling. LOL.
So here we go, and I'll tell you this, Don, may all your Gods bless you for doing the right thing! One wrong move on your part here and forever after, Sex would have become a dirty word to Louis.
But you didn't let him down when he turned his head up to you and you kissed... first his forehead, and then his cute little nose, and when he lifted his head higher and offered his lips to you, you accepted them and gave a him a beautiful long kiss that lasted until it was all over.
Oh yes... when he placed your hand onto his tummy, and using his free hand to pull his underpants away from his body, he firmly pushed your hand under the fabric of his underpants and down onto the raging hardness that is a boy fully awakened. And that magical and complicated first time became beautiful when you didn't let him down when you fondled him everywhere down there and then masturbated him to the most beautiful climax of his young life. So, for that, Don, I reckon this will be your reward for easing little Louis out of his child world and gently into the world he would inherit... that where sex becomes the dominant part. But that was a beautiful moment in both your lives Don, and in no way was it dirty or abusive. Oh yes... it was beautiful indeed, and so I will dedicate this song to that precious moment... And I Love You So.
And now Don, I will tell our readers that that gentle beginning was just that... a beginning to something you both shared for the next six years, which it's not necessary to reveal the details. What you got up to was your private affair, and we'll keep it that way. But we can tell them that little Louis wasn't gay... he was just a boy growing up in the company of a young man who he trusted completely with everything, including his soul and his sex, and not once did you let him down, and he's still your friend to this day, and that's because you've never let him down in your life.
But, Don, there was a time when what you had was almost shattered, and we'll tell them about it, but to do that we must return to the past to...
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The heartache bit. It was the autumn of 1958. You were nineteen years old when first you met Him!
You rolled up on your JCB that had been hired out to a road gang. They were resurfacing the road. It wasn't a big job. Three weeks work and then you were off. You saw Him on day one. He lived in the end house of a row of cottages. (Let's skip the Him and He bit. His name was Eddie Rowson and he was nine years old.) He came through his gate on his way to school. He stopped and looked at what was going on around him. He looked at you and you looked at him. To him, apart from you driving an excavator, which all kids love – you were nothing special. To you, he was the boy of your endless dreams. Blond hair and blue eyes and a crew cut. To this day you think he was the most beautiful boy you ever met. And what followed was a hopelessly love-sick excavator driver praying for every opportunistic glimpse of him. Then you got to know his name and he yours. You were friends. You let him sit in your excavator when he came home from school. He loved it... but he didn't love you.
Three weeks later and the job was done. You had to leave bearing a broken heart. The load was heavy. This was not a crush... this was the real deal. You didn't want to bed him. He was too young and too beautiful for that. You just wanted him to love you. But nine year old boys do not fall in love with young men ten years older than them. Do they? You'd better believe they do! But it was not Eddie Rowson who fell in love with you... it was a boy who lived almost on your own doorstep. And so, while you were bearing the heavy load of unrequited love that Eddie Rowson had placed on your shoulders, you met Louis Shenton.
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And it was that same winter of 1961/62 when Louis took you both to Paradise... February actually, when you and your JCB excavator were sent to a new building site when it all happened.
The firm you worked for was awarded the contract for major improvements to a secondary school that was just two miles from the home of Eddie Rowson who you had met and fallen in love with when he was nine years old.
You rolled up on your JCB and was set to work digging out deep footings for the concrete bases that would carry a new hall and extra classrooms. You were in your element, Don... lots of lovely boys to look at and feast your eyes upon. Yes, you had your very own precious boy in Louis, but that never stopped you from admiring a beautiful boy when you saw one. But all the silly crushes had fallen by the wayside since you fell in love with Louis.
Your machine was right beside the quadrangle where the boys played at playtime and lunchtime, and the trench you were digging was so deep that you were having to lean out of the back of your cab to see what the bucket was doing, and while you were doing it, because it was playtime and there was a steel barrier that had been placed between the site and the quadrangle, lots of boys were leaning over it, watching what you were doing. Then the foreman yelled at you to stop digging while he took levels to see if you were deep enough, so you retracted the bucket and rested it on the bank of soil opposite, and then sat back and waited for whatever. And it was then that you took a good look at the boys who were leaning over the steel barrier.
Oh... my... God! (Time for some Music, Don!)
You knew it was him immediately! But he was three years older and you couldn't believe your eyes. He was staring at you. You were staring at him. He was about ten feet away from you and the engine of your machine was still running, so you looked right into his beautiful blue eyes and mouthed a silent, "Eddie?" He looked sort of puzzled and nodded. Then you mouthed a silent, "Rowson?"
Now his eyes were wide with astonishment and he had a grin on his face and he silently mouthed, "How do you know my name?"
You grinned at him and winked, and then you sat back with a massive smirk on your face, studying the most beautiful boy you had ever seen in your life.
You'd never forgotten him. How could you? He was the boy who had broken your heart three years ago and you still carried the scars of that awful time when you were filled with grief because the love of your life had been taken away from you. Amongst the miasma of crushes you had, only two boys had you truly loved in your life. One was looking at you now, and the other had become a wonderful fixture back at home.
He had grown. He was not a big boy, but he was shapely, and if anything, he was more beautiful now that he had been when he was nine years old. His hair was still blonde as were his eyebrows, and his eyes were still the beautiful blue just as you remembered them. But time away from him had dimmed your memories, and only now you could see him again were the thoughts you had, still justified. Oh yes, he was still the most beautiful boy you had ever seen in your life, and that's why you fell in love with him completely... again. But, now you were older and so was he, there was something different this time. Oh yes, and you knew exactly what it was when he was staring at you, wondering how you knew his name. You could see it in his eyes... this time it wasn't a one-way thing. He was attracted to you... that way!
Playtime over and he went away, but as he was going away, he glanced over his shoulder and stared at you. No smile on his face this time. You'd piqued his interest and he was both puzzled and thinking things over.
Lunchtime and you and your workmates all had your sandwiches and mug of tea in the works hut, and then you went back to work. You were still excavating near the quadrangle and your machine was still parked there. That's why, when you got back after lunch, Eddie and a couple of his pals were waiting by the steel barrier. The engine of your JCB was turned off, so before you started it up, as soon as he grinned at you, you went over to him and asked him how he was.
He grinned at you and again asked, "How do you know me? I don't know you. Do you know my brother?"
You recall that he had an older brother who was about six years older than him and who, by then, would have been about eighteen. You shook your head. "Nope. You've forgotten me, haven't you? Can you remember your street being resurfaced about three years ago?"
He nodded and still looked puzzled when he replied, "Yes."
"Well, I was the driver of the JCB that was on that job. You used to sit in the cab with me sometimes. I even let you work the controls. You used to love it."
His eyes widened, and he grinned at you. "I remember now! You're Don!"
You laughed. "That's me. I'm surprised you remember my name. You were only a little kid in those days."
He laughed. "Of course I remember! I used to sit on your knees and you let me drive it and do some digging." Then he sort of pulled a shy face, and even though he was in front of his pals, he said, "I cried when you left."
You wanted to tell him that whatever tears he spilled were like a drop in the ocean compared to those you shed, but you didn't. Instead, you smiled right into his eyes and cuffed him around his beautiful head and told him, "I'd better get back to work. See you."
He looked right into your eyes when he said, "See you Don."
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See you Don. And he did... lots of times after that, and you became friends again. But your friendship did not go unnoticed. The first one to figure out how you felt about Eddie was your pal on the site, your working drinking buddy, Joe, who was a year younger than you and a really randy sod and was busy eyeing up the older girls at the school. He would shag anything with a skirt on, and some of the older girls of about sixteen were stunners. And it was after Eddie had hung back one afternoon when school was done and he waited until he could wave to you before he went home that Joe said to you, "It's about time you two had a date."
You looked at him as if he was nuts and you said, "Date? What are you on about you daft sod?"
He grinned at you. "He's as queer as fuck and he fancies you. He'd make a proper bum boy. I'd fuck him myself but I'm too busy with the wenches. And don't tell me you don't fancy him. You and Nobby can't take your eyes off him."
"Nobby! What are you talking about? (Nobby was your age, Don, and he had blonde hair and blue eyes just like you. He was a common and garden type labourer, but he was a good-looker. But this was the important bit, Don, he was the foreman's best buddy, and that became a big problem later.) And what makes you thing I'm fucking queer? He's just a kid anyway."
Joe laughed. "Please yourself. If you don't fuck him, Nobby will before this job is done."
(It's about time we played you some music, Don. You always were a bit backwards at coming forwards, but Joe's words had shaken you to the marrow! LOL. So here you go... I'm All Shook Up! But use masculine personal pronouns and common nouns instead of feminine ones. *wink*)
So, without anyone noticing, you caught Eddie on his own one day and you asked him if he wanted to go to the football with you. He said he did and you arranged to meet him by the school on a Saturday at twelve and you would go to the game, which started at three. He said it was a bit early, but you told him you would get you both some fish and chips and eat them in the car and it would give you time to talk.
(I think it's time to let our readers know what was happening between you and Louis now. You still loved him and he still loved you. You were a proper fixture, and in actual fact, Don, you were double crossing him. You knew that, but as you wrote, you'd fallen hopelessly in love with Eddie again and there was nothing you could do about it. You'd caught an incurable virus called `Love'. And what complicated matters even more, now Louis had shown you what happens when a boy really loves his man, the sexual side of you was making your brain addled. Plus add on the factor that Joe had told you that Nobby fancied your boy, then you weren't going to let that happen! He was yours! It was you who had suffered the heartache in the past; the tears and the grief of an unrequited love, so why should some common and garden labourer come along and steal your boy and all the trimmings that would go with him if Joe was right about him being queer. Joe said he would make a lovely bum-boy, and he was right. Eddie had a bottom to die for! So that's why all this lot was going on.)
Saturday. You were parked up by the school. It wasn't raining, but it was cold. That's why you kept the engine running and the heater on in your well-polished and gleaming light blue Ford Zephyr Zodiac Mk2 with whitewall tyres and a sun-visor and bench seats that would do 88 MPH because it had overdrive! But the irony... and I can't forgive you for this bit, Don! Without knowing why, little Louis had helped you get it all bright and shiny the night before so you could meet your new boyfriend. You bastard! You Jezebel!
Half an hour... no Eddie. One hour... no Eddie. Two hours... no Eddie! You fool, Don! You'd been jilted before you began. (Served you right, you bastard! And I know our readers are thinking the same thing. LOL.)
Monday. You saw him sitting on a pile of bricks with a pal. You went up to him and asked, "Where were you on Saturday? I waited two bloody hours for you!"
You'd red-necked him in front of his pal and to shut you up he grabbed your head and slammed it into his groin. Oh, the irony! Your head was on that part of him that you wanted to kiss and make love to, and you would have done had he shown up and wanted it, but he was just using it to shut your mouth this time. Then he let you go and said, "I wasn't very well."
You glared at him because you knew he was giving you bullshit. He'd backed out for some reason. Maybe he became frightened when fantasies become actual stuff. Anyway, without another word, you walked away and ignored him for a bit because you were so angry with him.
It was a couple of days later when Joe spelled it out to you. He was giving you stick about your faffing about, but when you told him what had happened, he said, "He's a prick teaser. Tell him to fuck off!" He wasn't one to mince his words, was Joe.
But it doesn't work like that, does it Don?! You were still a love-struck idiot. Those chains of love were tightening around your heart. All you needed was some time and he would become an Unchained Melody. But, as I said, and because I know every word you wrote off by heart almost, it took a lot of other things to make you realize it. And the first bit of the jigsaw puzzle slotted into place when next you met Eddie. He was alone... you were alone, and he said, "Nobby says he likes me a lot and he wants me to go out with him."
You looked right into his beautiful blue eyes and took in what he'd said. You knew why he'd told you. You could tell by the tone of his voice that it was you he really wanted, and he also wanted another chance to meet you, and all you wanted to do was tell him that Nobby's feelings paled into comparison to what you were feeling, and that you were absolutely crazy about him. But you couldn't do that now! The stupid boy hadn't worked out that the excuse he was using to meet you again was probably the worst thing he could possibly have done. Eddie had betrayed a confidence! He shouldn't have told you what Nobby said to him, so that made him untrustworthy. At least, Don, you hadn't quite lost your head completely, and that's why you sort of half smiled at him and said, "Does he? That's nice." And then you walked away.
And the next piece of the jigsaw slotted into place later that afternoon when the foreman on the site told you that you'd got to go on another job. Because the job at the school was nowhere finished, you thought it was strange. But yours was not to reason why, but to do as you were told and face the consequences of another parting of the ways between you and the most beautiful boy you'd ever met in your life. It wasn't easy. Oh no... it wasn't easy. Then you discovered why you'd been sent away.
Before you left, you arranged to meet your work pal Joe on Saturday lunchtime and have a beer with him in town. That's when he told you what had happened.
It was the talk of the site that you'd arranged to meet Eddie and take him to the game. Apparently, Eddie had been indiscreet and told Nobby about it, but unlike you who would have said nothing about Nobby telling Eddie that he liked him a lot and wanted a date with him, Nobby saw it as his opportunity to get rid of a rival for the boy's affections that he wanted to fuck. So he told his buddy the foreman, and you couldn't blame the boss for getting you away from there. After all, it wasn't right that one of his workers was messing about with one of the school kids. But you did get part revenge. Well, you didn't, but Joe did. On the Monday after you'd had a drink with Joe and you'd explained everything to him, at lunch time in the works hut, he asked Nobby why he was telling little boys at the school that he liked them a lot and that he wanted a date with one. Nobby denied it, but Joe said he knew it was true. Then he challenged the foreman to get the headmaster to ask Eddie whether or not Nobby had propositioned him, but it was all hushed up and Nobby was sent on another job. (Joe was the cleverest one. He lived locally and met the girls he was shagging when nobody was around.)
And that, Don, really would have been the end of the matter had you not received a letter from Eddie. In fact it was the first of three he sent you, and because you've sent me photocopies of the letters, I can now let our readers know what was in them. The first one goes...
Dear Don,
Joe has told me what has happened. I'm sorry. I told Joe that I wanted to write to you and say sorry. He gave me your address. If we can meet I can tell you properly. I'm missing you. Write to me please.
Eddie.
You didn't answer it Don. Too risky. You didn't know if his parents would open a reply. Then two weeks later you received another...
Dear Don,
Sorry I haven't had a reply from you. If you're wondering if somebody else will open it, don't worry. I get letters from girlfriends and things like that and mum doesn't open them. If you're really worried, you can end it with Donna. That will do. I'll know who its from. If I don't get a letter I'll be by the school on Saturday morning at eleven. You can meet me there.
Eddie. x
You didn't answer that one either Don. Nor did you turn up at the school. So you got another one...
Dear Don.
I waited an hour for you at the school. You didn't turn up. I'm really sorry. I should have met you when I had the chance. I'm missing you because I love you. I'll be at the school on Saturday morning at eleven again. Please be there Don.
Love Eddie. xxx
That one broke your heart, Don. But you didn't reply and neither did you go to meet Eddie at the school. There was a reason for that...
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Before you got that last letter, you were in the car with Louis and he began to cry. You were shocked and you asked him why he was crying, and he looked up at you through his tearful eyes and said, "You've stopped loving me!"
You stared back into his eyes and said, "Are you going crazy?! Of course I love you! Whatever makes you think I don't?"
He clung to you and replied, "I can just tell that there's something different about you lately. Is it me or is it something else?"
And that's when you got fortuitous, Don, and you didn't have to tell him a lie when you said, "I've met a girl who I like a lot. I was worried about telling you about her. I don't want you to think I don't still want to be with you. I still will be, but it might be a bit less often."
Louis looked at you and grinned. "Oh, that! I knew about that. I didn't know you'd fallen in love with her though. Why didn't you tell me?!"
You laughed at him. "I'm not bloody in love with her! I said I liked her a lot, not bloody loved her. I like her for...you know! Doing bloody things with!"
Louis couldn't stop giggling, and then he was serious when he asked, "Does that mean you're going to stop doing things with me?"
You gave him the proper answer, Don, in the only way a boy knows whether you're telling the truth or not, and by the time you'd finished, he'd got a smirk on his satisfied face that told him he had no worries. So he rewarded you by doing the things you liked best, and because you realized that the girl you'd been talking about wasn't so important after all, you gave her the big heave-ho the next time you saw her.
So, actually, you gave the big heave-ho to both things that were interfering in your life with Louis, and that's how it was to stay until you both grew up and went your separate ways. But I will play you and Louis out with a song. Yours was a beautiful love, and because you both still hold the memories of what you were close to your hearts, and before I do a little Epilogue, I'll play you this... Stand by Me.
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Epilogue.
Don and Louis did live happily ever after. Don was the first to find a new partner. No, it wasn't a boy. He actually fell in love with a woman who became his wife and they had three kids and he's now got seven grandchildren. But he hasn't changed completely. Louis was at his wedding. And he's still got wandering eyes for pretty boys, but he doesn't go there. Nor does he get crushes or fall in love with little boys any more. Just for looking they are, says Don. LOL. Shall we play him this? I think it would be apt. Don-the-Dreamer; Don-with-the-Wandering-Eyes... almost at the end of the road... but it was beautiful while it lasted, eh Don?! So here ya go! You really were born under a Wanderin' Star.
Louis, in the latter stages of their relationship began to get feelings for the opposite sex and Don willingly let him get on with it. After all, he'd always known Louis wasn't a gay little boy. So their forays in the garage dried up, but they didn't go their separate ways. Don still loved Louis, and when his little man was old enough he paid for his driving lessons and bought him a second-hand car, and because it was second-hand, it often needed repairs. So where did Louis go when he needed his repairs done for free? To his soul buddy, that's who! And when he was twenty-three he got married. Don was at his wedding. Not Best Man. That might have given the game away. They always were just buddies. And now Louis has got kids and grandkids. And now Don and Louis are Facebook Friends! Heh heh. So let's find some music for both of you, shall we. I had to think about this one, Don. I hope you like it you lovely man, you! And I hope it makes you bloody cry! Serves you right if it does! After I'd unscrambled your terrible writing and after I'd finished your story, quite a few times I shed a few tears when I read behind you words. Why was that? Been there... done that, Don. And only those who have will truly understand you. So, here you go... we've never met, nor will we ever meet, but I'm sure you and me would be just like this if we did. PMSL. Everybody Loves Somebody, Sometime. (And I'd most definitely be `The Dook'!) LOL.
Postscript.
When Don was in his thirties, he was bringing his JCB back from a job he'd been on, and because it was lunchtime, he parked his machine and went into a pub to have some lunch. The pub was about five miles away from the school where he'd met Eddie again. And guess who was serving behind the bar? Yes, you've got it in one Dear Readers: Eddie Rowson. Some folk being in that situation would have walked back out, but not our Don. He ordered his pint and some sandwiches at the bar and went and sat down. Then he looked at Eddie and studied him. The most beautiful boy he had ever seen in his life was now in his twenties and he was no longer the most beautiful boy he had ever seen. It was obvious Eddie was gay. Not that that bothered Don. Don had no problem with gay folk. But Don was never gay... he was just a bloke who loved beautiful boys.
And Eddie also recognized Don. That's why he came across to him and sat down in a chair across the table from him and smiled at Don, and he asked, "Don?"
Don grinned at him and asked, "Eddie?"
Eddie nodded. "We meet again."
Don grinned. "Indeed we do. How are you?"
"I'm fine," said Eddie. "And you?"
"Happily married with two kids. Life is good."
"Did you get my letters after you left?" asked Eddie.
"Yes. Well I got three from you."
"Why didn't you meet me?" asked Eddie.
Don shrugged his shoulders. "I didn't want to get hurt again. What was the real reason why you didn't turn up that day when I waited two hours for you outside the school? It's always puzzled me why you didn't." Then Don grinned and added, "And don't give me the bullshit that you were not well again. I didn't believe you then, and I wouldn't believe you now if you said the same thing again."
"I was scared. It would have been the first time I met a man."
Don smiled at him. "Thank you for telling me. I thought it might be that... or that maybe you had met Nobby instead of me and you were just stringing me along."
Eddie shook his head. "No. I never got to meet Nobby, not when he was at the school or after he left. Joe told me what had happened. I'm sorry. I should have kept my big mouth shut. But I was a little kid and I couldn't think of anything else to do to get to see you. I was stupid. I thought if I made you jealous that you'd make sure it was you I saw and not Nobby. That's what I wanted. But it had the opposite effect. I wasn't prepared for that and I never got a chance to put it right because you were gone. That's why I wrote you the letters."
Don smiled at Eddie. "Water under the bridge now. We can't turn the clock back. You got a girlfriend?"
Eddie shook his head. "No. I was gay as a boy and I'm still gay now. That's the way I loved you. And you?"
Don nodded. "I would have back then. In fact there was nothing I wanted more than be with you that way. But I'm not gay. I just happened to meet a beautiful boy who I fell in love with and to be that way with him. It's not happened since. It won't happen again. It was a one-off."
(You liar you, Don! But I understand why you didn't tell Eddie about Louis. Why hurt the poor lad when all he'd done was act like a little boy. Of course he would have been scared the first time. It took your little Louis three years to trust you inside his pants.)
So Don finished up his pint and stood up. Eddie stood up, and Don said to him, "Have a good life. I'll never forget you."
Eddie smiled. "Same here. But do me a favour. I still live with my parents. Can you remember the address?" Don nodded and told him what it was. So Eddie said, "Send me a photograph of you when you were the age we met the second time. Please!"
Don nodded. "No problem. If you've got a pen and paper then I'll give you my address. Send me a picture of you when you were twelve. I'll put it with the letters you sent me."
Eddie looked surprised. "You've still got them?"
"Of course I have!" replied Don. "As I said, it's water under the bridge now, but that doesn't mean that what we had was a horrible thing. I loved you and I probably always will."
So they parted as friends and Don sent Eddie a photograph of him when he was about twenty-three, and a couple of days later he received a photograph of Eddie as he was when he was twelve and in his school uniform. But there was also something else with the photograph... there was a letter.
Dear Don,
It was lovely to meet you again. I hope you think the same. I won't bother you again now you've explained all your circumstances, but I just want you to know that if things were different then I certainly would turn up for that date this time. Nobody else has made an impression on me like you have. I've never forgotten you even though we've been apart for years. Every time I go past the old school I think about you. But as you said, it's all water under the bridge now and we can't turn the clock back. But as long as I live I'll always remember My Don. And part of you will always be in my heart.
Namasté.
Eddie. x
And Don and Eddie have never seen each other or spoken since. And now old Don isn't very well and that's why I'm finishing this story for him before he pops his old clogs. He's already read it, complete with all the music links, so let's all wish Don well and thank him for giving his story to us. He still loves his Louis and there's a special place in his heart for Eddie, so, as Eddie said, Don. Namasté.
The end.
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