Secrets within Secrets Chapter 4

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A 4 part story written by Richard Darby.

Secrets Within Secrets - Part 4 of 4.

Wednesday. Adrian looked at Robin after he'd got off the bus and he thought it was strange that the boy wasn't wearing his usual open and beaming smile as the bus pulled away. There was a smile on his face, but it was a half-hearted one and his wave was also casual. And something else was in Adrian's thoughts. Instead of the usual squeeze of his thigh, Robin had just patted his leg when he got up to get off and said, "Enjoy yourself tonight." Is he jealous? Thought Adrian.

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Later, Adrian picked up Jonah in the dark by a bus stop a reasonable distance from where the boy lived, which they'd now decided was to be the secret place to collect him without it looking suspicious, and immediately he'd parked the car at his home and they'd got in the house, Jonah was in his arms and they were kissing. More kisses on the sofa and when Jonah broke off the kiss, he stroked Adrian's face and said; "I've missed you. Have you missed me?"

Adrian smiled and replied, "Never stopped thinking about you since I dropped you off on Monday. Are you hungry?"

Jonah shook his head. "No. I've had my tea." Then he giggled when he added, "But I could eat you."

Adrian decided to tease him. "Which part do you want?"

Jonah grinned, placed his hand on Adrian's trousers and grabbed his dick, and with his eyebrows and eyes doing suggestive things, said, "This part. I didn't do it last night." He giggled. "It nearly killed me, but I managed it."

"How's Jack Bauer going on without his courgettes these days?" asked Adrian with a big grin on his face.

More giggles from Jonah. "I gave him half a one on Monday. That will last him until Friday."

Friday! Adrian almost told him that he was going to see Jonah playing in his gig but then managed to keep his counsel. Robin had told him to keep it a secret and no way was he going to cross Little Boy Blue! His recent thoughts about Robin had stirred a sense of self-protection within him, especially after Robin had got off the bus. Since he had, Adrian had been trying to work out why Robin had not been his normal self. The look he'd given Adrian was sort of a sad one. And he was just about to grill Robin about a few things when the boy said, "Let's go to bed Ade! No courgettes last night and my bum's feeling as if it's been forgotten."

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Jonah was in the doggy position on `his' pillows when Adrian came back from the bathroom. He got on the bed and knelt behind him and Jonah pulled his bum cheeks wide. Adrian, after he'd smeared loads of Nivia Creme around Jonah's tender muscle, used his thumbs to pull the innermost parts even wider, and then he pushed his swollen knob that was covered in Nivia Creme and oozing precum, into the opening. This time it slipped easily inside the small boy, and because Adrian now knew Jonah could take him without too much of a problem, he pushed gently and watched, enraptured, as his dick slowly penetrated the small boy. Then he picked up the towel and wiped his hands and all the excess Nivia Creme off Jonah. By now Jonah had released his buttocks, was resting his head on his folded arms, and was pushing back to get more of Adrian's dick inside him. Adrian assisted by gently humping at Jonah until, eventually, he was right in up to his pubic hair. Then, while he was gyrating himself against Jonah, he ran his hands over the boy's superb and beautiful back and shoulders, lost in the beauty of the boy he was falling in love with. Jonah seemed to understand what was happening and was quiet as Adrian appraised him. They were in harmony, and it was beautiful.

But that didn't last long. Jonah suddenly jerked back at Adrian and said, "Fuck me Ade! Fuck me please! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!"

So Adrian did, but this time he did it with more finesse than he'd done before, and instead of banging away at those beautiful small buttocks, he deliberately began to experiment, wanting to please his boy and at the same time needing to feel the fantastic sensations of his dick travelling in and out of the hot, greasy tunnel that was enjoying his presence. Long slow strokes. In! Out! In! Almost completely out! Then a long, slow, continuous push until Jonah's buttocks were squashed flat and the only reason Jonah was not pushed up the bed was because both Adrian's hands were clamped firmly around the sides of Jonah's pelvis. Then Adrian pushed and ground his pelvis against Jonah, who was, by this time, moaning in ecstasy and doing his best to grind himself against Adrian because of the sensations he was feeling. Then Adrian whispered loudly, "Is it nice? Is this what you want?"

"Oh yes! Oh Yes! Oh yes! I love you Ade! Fuck me please. Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!" So Adrian pulled almost out again and then slowly penetrated the beautiful boy beneath him until, once again his groin was flattening Jonah's buttocks. Time and again he did the same thing until Jonah was almost crying with the passions that were creating havoc with his senses. Adrian knew Jonah was climaxing when he let out a series of loud squeals and moans, which took Adrian over the top, and he had never felt such sensations when he pulled Jonah as hard as he could onto him and unloaded reams of his hot man spunk deep inside the boy he was becoming besotted with.

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Although the sexuality of the moment was over, the passions were not as Jonah lay on top of him. Adrian had never known an experience like it and, because the small boy's hands were going crazy as he stroked Adrian's shoulders and face and hair, and those beautiful sexy hot lips were planting kisses everywhere he could reach, it seemed as if the same thing had happened to Jonah. But eventually the passions waned and Jonah was able to place his hands each side of Adrian's face and plant gentle kisses on his man's lips as his brown doe eyes stared deep into Adrian's. Then the boy shuddered before he whispered, "That was fantastic, Ade. I've never felt anything like that in my life before."

Adrian smiled up into the face of the boy on top of him. "Better than an Aldi courgette?"

"A million times better," replied Jonah with a grin on his face.

"Better than when Robin does it?"

Jonah nodded. "Yes. A million times better, but don't tell him I said that."

"I won't. Don't worry. What we do stays strictly between us as far as I'm concerned." Then Adrian thought about his previous musings regarding how Robin might be jealous of what was going on between him and Jonah, and he added, "I think it might upset the apple cart if we tell Robin too much."

Jonah sort of shrugged his shoulders and there was almost a sad look in his eyes when he said, "We won't have a lot of time to upset the apple cart."

"Why's that?" asked Adrian.

Jonah sniffed and went quiet for a short while, and then he said, "Robin's leaving us soon."

"Leaving us? What do you mean?"

Jonah settled a little more onto Adrian, and when he spoke, he did it without eye contact. "His dad's got a new job in Bournemouth. He's going to be manager of the sales garage they've got there. Their house is up for sale."

Adrian was taken aback at what Jonah had told him, and he thought: So that's why Robin was looking not quite right when he got off the bus. And I've got it completely wrong about him. He's not jealous at all. In fact it's the opposite. Robin Mark Hood is leaving behind his best friend; his gay best friend, and he's been working his clever ass off to make sure Jonah will be looked after when he's gone to a place two hundred and fifty miles away. Oh, Adrian... what an idiot you've been! These two are so close it must be terrible for them. Then, as if to confirm his thoughts, Jonah's sniffles turned into tears. He tried to hide them but he couldn't, and they seeped out of his closed eyelids and onto Adrian's face. Then Jonah suddenly buried his face into Adrian's neck and he began to sob.

Ten minutes later Jonah was lying beside Adrian, his left leg and arm over him and his head tucked under his man's chin while Adrian fondled his hair and planted lots of kisses onto it. Then Adrian whispered, "Are you okay now?"

Jonah sniffled and shuddered. Then he sniffled again and replied, "Yes. I'll go and stay with him during the school hols. He's told me I can." Then he lifted his head and looked tearfully into Adrian's eyes. "You won't mind me going, will you?" Then he added, "That's if you still want me to be your boyfriend by then."

Adrian tried to smile and pulled Jonah's head to him and he kissed the boy's forehead. "I'm pretty sure I'll want that, but maybe you'll have gone off me by then. You're only twelve."

Jonah gave Adrian a hard stare and said sharply, "What do you mean by that!"

Adrian tried to take the sting out of the moment and kissed Jonah's nose. Then he said, "I'm not trying to be mean. Twelve year old boys usually have crushes. Maybe I'm one. I wouldn't blame you if I was one. I'm just saying that that's what usually happens. I'm older. I'm past that stage of having crushes. What I feel for you isn't a crush."

"What is it then?" asked Jonah, studying Adrian's face when he asked the question.

Adrian again kissed Jonah on the nose, and then he said, "I've fallen for you. You know! Like really falling for you." Then he smiled and continued, "It began when I first saw you at the swimming baths. Robin said he'd got a friend named Jonah who fancied me. Well, he didn't say exactly that, but he intimated that this particular friend did. At first I wasn't very pleased. I'd latched onto Robin by then and it was him I wanted. Then I began to think that this friend he called Jonah might be an ugly bugger, and I'm not attracted to ugly boys."

Jonah giggled. "So I'm not ugly then."

Adrian grinned. "You're definitely not. When I saw you at the swimming baths I couldn't believe my eyes. You were better looking than Robin, and that's saying something. And you'd got a gorgeous bottom."

Robin grinned back at him and asked, "When did you first notice that I've got a nice bottom?"

"When you were both pulling yourself out of the water; when you both sat on the edge with me. Your swimming shorts were disappearing up the crack of your bum. It looked like a peach."

Jonah giggled again. "You pervert! Robin was right about you."

Adrian smiled at Jonah. "In what way?"

"He told me when he saw you on the bus that you were a boylover. He said you couldn't take your eyes off his legs. We were laughing in class about you. He said he should have pulled his dick out to make sure, but he said he couldn't get his dick out because it was rock hard and he wouldn't have been able to get it out without dropping his trousers. I was wetting myself laughing and Miss told us both off for laughing in class. Then we did loads of plotting."

"What sort of plotting?"

"You know. What me and Robin did on the sofa. Robin said once we'd got in your house or wherever, he'd do all the running and I was to follow him. I didn't know what he was going to do, but when he got on top of me after we'd been wresting, it all worked out brilliantly. And the next thing I knew was us all doing things together. He's a genius is Robin."

Adrian chuckled. "He is. Do you want more sex now?"

Jonah looked up at Adrian and shook his head. "Do you mind if we don't? I'm knackered. What we've just done has sorted me out completely. I feel absolutely drained. I'm not usually knackered after doing it just once, but that was so special that I think it would spoil things if we did it just because we're supposed to, if you know what I mean." Then he grinned at Adrian and added, "We can try to do it again on Saturday. You do know Robin will be with us, do you?"

Adrian smiled. "Yes, he's already told me. He's told me we're having pizzas from Dominos and that you're both having a stayover. What about I see you tomorrow night?"

Jonah shook his head. "Sorry, can't do tomorrow. We've got a sort of a gig at school on Friday and I'm in the band. We're practicing at school tomorrow night. I can play the guitar you know! Why don't you come and see me on Friday? I'll get you a ticket."

Adrian recalled the thoughts he'd had about Robin the previous night, and not wanting to cross the boy in any way just in case there was fallout of any kind from it, he decided to keep his counsel and pretended to be surprised when he said, "Can you now! Hope you're as good at playing the guitar as you are at sex." Then, after just a brief pause to think of an excuse, he put on a sort of sad face and added, "Can't make Friday night. Sorry. We've got an important job at work that has fallen behind and I'll probably be working until about ten at night to make sure it's out this week. The boss has told three of us not to make plans for Friday."

Jonah pouted his lips. "Maybe another time then."

Adrian kissed Jonah's pouted lips. "Definitely another time. Sorry."

Jonah gave him a smile and replied, "Okay. Definitely another time!"

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Adrian got to the school early. It was just turned seven when he parked his car in a space on the car park. He looked around. It was a new school that had only been completed two years ago... all bright blue plastic cladding and windows. After ten minutes he was glad he came early. The car park filled quickly and eventually someone put a sign up at the entrance that must have said `Car Park Full' because later arrivals had to go and try and find a place to park elsewhere. Adrian was surprised. He never expected to see so many people there, and at seven fifteen he decided he'd better go in or else he might not get a seat.

He hadn't got a clue where to go so he followed everyone else. Once he'd got through main reception with lots of class photos hanging on the walls, he was by a door that led directly into the school assembly hall. Two girls of about fourteen, dressed immaculately in the blue school uniform, were at the door to take the flimsy paper ticket that Robin had given to him. (He didn't get any change from his tenner. When he'd asked for it when they were on the bus, Robin had laughed and said, "I've spent it. I've added a bit to it and bought Jonah a red silk cravat. He'll be wearing it at the gig. Just for you." Adrian had asked, "Does he know I'm coming then?" Robin had grinned and said, "Not yet. But I'll tell him just before the gig starts and I'll tell him you bought the cravat for him.")

The assembly hall was quite large and Adrian was surprised that so many people were there. All the front seats were fully occupied, as they were almost everywhere else, but Adrian found a single seat three quarters the way back and by the centre aisle. He sat down and felt embarrassed. Only the thought that the tickets would have been supplied to those who were connected to the schoolchildren eased his thoughts that he might have been regarded as a pervert. But those thoughts soon disappeared. Other things were on his mind.

The most important thing was seeing Jonah. He was on the left of the raised stage doing what all rock groups do before they start... making sure the speakers were working correctly and tuning his guitar, which was a slim black and white electric one shaped like a stretched, off kilter butterfly. Adrian couldn't take his eyes off him. He was utterly beautiful dressed in immaculate white trainers, blue jeans and a tee-shirt of many colours, topped off with a grey pin striped, open casual jacket. Robin and his mum had done a fantastic job of dressing him up. He looked like a proper rock star; an extrovert; a nutcase, especially because the red cravat Robin had got for him was fastened around his neck like a bandana with the tails at the side, hanging over the collar of his jacket. There were three other boys on the stage with him, and they were all at least two years older than Jonah. One boy was almost hidden by the stack of drums around him, and he was dressed in distressed clothes to make a deliberate attempt to look like another nutter. On the right hand side was a better dressed boy. He was seated at an electric organ/piano and was playing a few notes on it. The lad Adrian took to be the singer was a big black lad holding a tambourine. He looked twice as big as Jonah.

But there was only one beautiful boy on the stage, and after he'd turned a few knobs on the speakers and on his guitar, he looked up while just plucking at the strings, and scanned the audience. Adrian knew he'd been spotted when a massive grin appeared on Jonah's face, and as if to celebrate, the boy played a succession of notes that reverberated around the hall. Then, on the front row, he saw Robin get up and look at where Jonah was looking. When a big grin appeared on Robin's face, Adrian held his breath and tried his best to shrink into complete anonymity. Only when Robin sat down did he breathe out again. Adrian felt naked; exposed... outed as a lover of boys, and he almost wished he hadn't come. But the continuous buzz of people talking in the hall had not changed; had not become silent, and Adrian relaxed.

What was probably the headmaster stood at the front of the stage. He put up his flat hands and everywhere went quiet. Then he did the usual of telling everyone to turn off their mobile phones before giving out the usual spiel of thanking everyone for coming and how much they'd raised towards school funds and how he hoped everyone would enjoy the evening. Then he left the stage and the black lad stood in front of the microphone. As he did so, most of the lights in the hall were turned off and just the stage part was lit up. The place went deathly quiet, and then he said, "Ladies and gentlemen, our first song is one by my hero, Prince, and it's called Purple Rain."

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Adrian was spellbound. Prince was one of his favourite singers and this song was too, but he was not in a trance because of the song... nor was he dumbstruck because the black lad was such a good singer... he was completely in awe because the beautiful sexy boy who had made crazy love to him just two nights ago could play the guitar so brilliantly. And now he understood what Robin meant when he'd said that Jonah pulled the same faces when he was having sex as when he played the guitar. Jonah was lost in his music. Completely lost, and he pulled so many different faces while he contorted his lovely slim body and his head was twisting all ways and his eyes were closed and then open, and then open and then closed, and all the while he was doing this, those beautiful fingers of his were working magic on the strings of the guitar. It was sensational, and it was sensational because the entire audience knew they were in the presence of a budding boy supremo on the guitar.

Loud applause when the song was over and the black lad, grinning from ear to ear when the applause had ended, wasted no time when he pointed at Jonah and said, "Now it's Jonah Douglas and Green Day's The Idiot Jam!"

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(Right, dear readers, this is Richard Darby's editor J `speaking'. During our discussions about this story, I suggested the readers might like to have more than just words to describe Jonah's guitar playing, so I said I'd do some research for him and see if I could find a video that would let you envisage this important part of the story. It didn't take me long. Having read Richard's 1^st draft, I automatically thought of Toby Lee playing his guitar. So I sent the link to Richard and asked him if it was about right. He was over the moon and asked how we could do it. Because I'm his editor and the original layout template of these stories was suggested by me, I knew it could be linked to if not embedded in the actual story on Nifty. So here is a vision of Jonah playing The Idiot Jam. Now I must explain, and this is very important, the boy in the video is in no way connected with the author or myself, nor is it implied, in any shape or form, the boy's sexuality. We are using his public video purely as a visual aid to add meat to the bones of this story. So here it is; a vision of what could be Jonah playing The Idiot Jam. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ox56VIPiWAA)

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Somewhere at the back of the room a spotlight was directed onto Jonah, and he grinned. But he wasn't grinning when he began playing. Nor was anyone else. Adrian took a quick glance about him while Jonah was playing. The looks of the adults' faces were something to behold. Like Adrian, they were spellbound that a small twelve year old boy could do what he was doing. His fingers were magical as they danced along the strings and frets, and while he was playing, those full gorgeous soft lips that had played havoc with Adrian's swollen knob were now almost copying what they'd done the first day they met.

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Adrian was at home. He'd slipped out almost as soon as the gig had ended at nine o'clock. He'd desperately wanted to talk to both Jonah and Robin at the end, but when he saw Robin and four adults hanging around near the front and talking to Jonah, assuming that they were the boys' parents, he decided it was better to be safe than sorry and left.

He took a cold beer from the fridge and went and sat on the sofa, thinking about what he'd just experienced. This is crazy, he thought. Two weeks ago none of this existed in my life. Less than one week ago I met a boy who is turning my world upside down. I like Robin. I like him a lot, but it's Jonah who is driving me crazy. That same shy boy I met in the swimming baths is the one responsible. I thought he might be ugly but he turns out to be beautiful. Then he turns out to be gay and he likes sex with a bloke like me... a bloke who is twenty seven. I'm not making this stuff up. This isn't fantasy. It's real. And now he turns out to be a future rock star if ever I saw one. No way can he not be. He loves music as much as he does sex. Never in a million years could I believe a boy his age could play like he does. I'll have to ask him how long he's been playing the guitar. He looks as if he came out of his mother's womb playing one. Why didn't he tell me he could play like that? Most boys would. That's the first thing they'd do, brag about being able to play the guitar. But not once has he said anything that could remotely be called `bragging'.

Adrian's thoughts were interrupted when his mobile phone that was on charge in the kitchen rang. He was off the sofa immediately and answered it before four rings had passed and he was nervous because the call was showing that it was Jonah calling. "Hello." He said.

"Hiya," answered the boy's unbroken voice. "Are you okay?"

"Yes. Are you alone? Nobody will know you're speaking to me, will they?"

Jonah giggled. "Only Jack Bauer, but he's busy eating his courgette."

Adrian giggled. "Is it a used one?"

Jonah was chuckling when he replied, "No. Mum's done the Aldi shopping today. Two for the price of one again. But I might use the other unless you promise me I can have something else tomorrow night."

Adrian laughed and then decided to change the subject. "Where's your mum and dad now?"

"They're watching the telly. Robin rang me so I came upstairs out of the way. They'll think I'm still talking to him but I'm keeping my voice down just in case they come upstairs to use the bathroom. Did you enjoy the gig?"

"Yes. You could have knocked me over with a feather when I heard you playing the guitar. You're brilliant. How long have you been playing one?"

Jonah giggled. "Since I was four years old. Or so they tell me. I can't remember when I couldn't play one. It just comes natural to me. I can't read music. I play by ear. I've only got to listen to a song a few times and I can play it no problem. Did you really think I was good?" Jonah didn't give Adrian time to answer the question before he changed the topic completely and said, "You know tomorrow when we come, do you mind if we don't do it like when I'm on my own with you. I mean, do you mind if we let Robin do that? I've been thinking since we did it on Wednesday. I don't want him to know what you do to me. I mean, you know, how it makes us feel when we've done it. I haven't told him about the other stuff."

"The other stuff?"

"Yes. You know what I mean. How we really feel about each other." There was a short silence and then Jonah added, "You do love me don't you Ade?"

Adrian felt almost nauseous. It sickened him to think that Jonah doubted how he felt about him. So he replied, "Oh yes! I do love you Jonah. I'm crazy about you. It's me that should be worrying, not you. I still can't get my head around how you feel about me. I'm just an ordinary bloke who can swim and make things on a lathe. You're the most beautiful boy in the world, and the sexiest, and you're a genius on the guitar."

Jonah giggled. "What do you like most about me?"

Adrian also giggled. "Probably the guitar playing."

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Saturday. The weather was cold but crisp and dry when both boys arrived at four in the afternoon. Adrian had got Sky Sports News on the TV. Their local team were playing Chelsea at home, but it was a five-thirty kick-off.

He'd been thinking about it all day. What will they do when they arrive? Will they want sex right away? Robin likes football, but does Jonah like it? Will he be bored if they all watch the match together? It would be best if they could do that. Then we can have pizzas and then whatever will happen will happen. It will be best if we go to bed later rather than earlier. If we go to bed too early and have sex, what will we do afterwards? I'm going to have to play it by ear and see what happens.

The boys had taken off their coats and were sitting in the lounge on the sofa. All his worrying about what they'd do had been a futile exercise. Both boys were watching the latest scores come up and both were animated. They're both normal boys, thought Adrian. Jonah likes football as much as Robin does. They know as much about footy as I do. That's fantastic.

Adrian had made two cappuccino coffees on his Tassimo Coffee Machine and given one each to the boys when Robin said, "Hey Ade! We're playing Chelsea later. Can we watch the game?" Then he grinned and added, "You can order pizzas to get here for half time."

Adrian chuckled. "That's exactly what I'd got planned. You can read my mind."

Robin pulled a funny face. "Dead right I can. And I know what you'll be thinking about as soon as the final whistle goes."

Adrian decided to try and outwit him. "I thought we'd watch Strictly Come Dancing. Are you up for that?"

Jonah burst out laughing, and Robin giggled like an idiot. Then Robin said, "I'd rather watch some porn. We'll get YouTube on and see if we can find something suitable. You know... something that will get you horny before we go to bed. Find you some sexy boys to look at. Jonah was too knackered to do it last night after his gig, but he'll be up for it tonight."

Jonah almost spilled his coffee when he laughed and spat out the words, "Fuck off Hoody!"

Adrian laughed and then held up a hand. "Enough, boys! Just watch the bloody telly will you!"

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At ten to six Adrian ordered pizzas on his mobile as they were all watching the game. He'd done it often and knew it would take Dominos approximately twenty-five minutes from ordering to delivery. They should arrive just about when the game reached half-time. In fact it was almost dead on half time when the new, loud doorbell Adrian had fitted during the week, rang out. He paid the young Asian lad in cash and added a fiver tip because he felt sorry that the young man was out in the cold on his small motorbike. Then he took the pizzas into the lounge and arranged everything on the glass and mahogany occasional table so the boys could help themselves. Starters of Garlic bread with Mozzarella cheese and potato wedges, then Pepperoni Passion for Jonah and a New Yorker for Robin, confirming what Robin had said when he told Adrian what the boys would have when they were on the bus. (`And we'll both have chocolate pancakes to finish off. Get plenty of Coke in.') Those too. And he'd got plenty of Coke in. Well, it was Pepsi-Max they both preferred. Adrian had the same as Robin, a New Yorker, and he had a beer with his.

A house is not a home without a boy in it. It's even better when you've got two of them watching a game of footy and eating pizzas with you, thought Adrian as he sat in the easy chair and watched the boys scoffing their food down them while he was eating his pizza and they were talking about the game highlights. Nothing in the world could make a house a home better than the two beautiful boys I've got in my company. No doubt sex will come later, but this is as important as sex. I know I love Jonah the most, but hell, I'm going to miss Robin when he's gone to live in Bournemouth. He's a wonderful boy. He's funny and gregarious and stuff seems to be so right when he's around. He's the catalyst that's cementing our relationships. How will Jonah and I go on when he's gone away?

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"Get in!" came a yell from the lounge as Adrian was in the kitchen after taking out the remnants of their meal. He laughed and ran back into the lounge. Jonah was on the sofa, laughing, and Robin was dancing around the table like a demented lunatic, punching the air with clenched fists. When he saw Adrian, he screwed up his face and said through clenched teeth, "Get in! Watch this for a free kick, Ade! Right in the top corner! Get in!"

They watched a replay of the goal their side had scored two minutes after the second half had begun and they were all laughing because they were so happy. Beating Chelsea, who were top of the league, was special. Their team were in the bottom half of the league and relegation was not out of the question. This was a game that they'd not been expecting to win, so that made it even more special. And so the tension continued throughout most of the second half. Robin, being the most animated, was on and off the sofa like a yoyo as the game progressed. Ninety minutes had passed and the referee added on four minutes for substitutions and injuries. The room was almost silent. They were too engrossed in the game to say anything. One minute of added on time to go. Chelsea had a corner. Even their goalkeeper had left his position and joined the attackers. Twenty-two players packed into the home side's last twenty yards of their half. The corner was taken; the ball ricocheted out to a Chelsea player on the edge of the penalty area. On the volley, he hit the ball almost perfectly. But it was not perfect. It hit the cross bar and rebounded out, right to one of the defenders who had been trying to stop Chelsea scoring. He set off up the pitch, chased by half a dozen Chelsea players. He passed the halfway line and hit the ball. There was no goalkeeper in the Chelsea goal. He'd gone up to try and help his side score. For every football fan in the city where Adrian and the boys lived, there was a collective holding of breath. Then a collective outburst of emotions as the ball rolled over the goal line and into the empty net. Two-nil. Game over!

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And it was `game over' later that night as Adrian sat propped up on pillows in his double bed. By his right side was Jonah, who was fast asleep; arms above his head; snoring gently. On Jonah's right side was Robin, his head forward and resting on Jonah's naked upper arm, his right arm thrown loosely over his friend's chest. They were worn out. Two hours of football worn out; two hours of fun afterwards worn out; two hours of sex after the fun worn out.

After the football they'd (well, Robin was the instigator) watched a load of YouTube videos of boys being involved with sex with men or other boys. It was not pornography, but it was sensual stuff. Both boys certainly knew what to look for; especially Jonah. At one point Adrian almost suggested they read some gay man-boy stories on Nifty on his laptop, but he decided against it. In fact he never brought it up. He didn't want the boys to know everything about him. Secrets within secrets. Then they all used the bathroom and went to bed.

Any inhibitions about nakedness were not present. As a collective, they'd got over that hurdle the week before. And, because Jonah had specifically asked him not to in the phone call he'd had the previous evening, Adrian didn't fuck Jonah. Secrets within secrets. Robin did that... twice. Jonah sucked Adrian off... twice. Adrian sucked both boys off... twice, and the final perverted act of the night was when Robin insisted Adrian sucked both boys off at the same time. It was a job for a contortionist. Adrian lay on his back while both boys poked their dicks at him. Two swollen, hairless boy dicks trying desperately to be together between two willing hot wet man lips. Adrian was buried under boys while it was going on. He had no idea what was going on above him, but because there were long silences, he assumed four hot boy lips and two boy tongues were busy above him. He had other things to occupy his mind, like two beautiful boy bottoms he was caressing while he was allowing the boys to simultaneously frot and be sucked off. But he managed it and both boys reached a final climax while they were also being contortionists.

Then sleep. Robin didn't want to sleep next to Adrian. Jonah did, so the sleeping arrangements were a natural thing. Adrian was a little disappointed. He wanted to be the filling between a beautiful boy sandwich. But he understood. Robin loved only Jonah; Jonah loved Robin and Adrian.

Adrian looked down at the boys. Two beautiful boys make a house a home, he thought.

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Four years later.

It was late summer when Adrian turned his car into the drive and drove up to the house. In the four years since he'd known Jonah, he'd changed a lot of things. He'd changed his place of work and no longer caught a bus to go to work and back. He'd started his own business. It was just a small business employing six workers as well as himself. It was a thriving small business. Adrian was damned good at his job and he soon established Adrian Cunliffe – Engineers. He'd also made a lot of alterations to the home his parents left him. The biggest part of those alterations was a soundproof studio he'd had built at the back of the house.

He'd been working over to do some office work and chase up some invoices before he left at six in the evening, and it was almost six-thirty when he parked his car by the garage and strolled up to the studio. Although it had been soundproofed, that didn't mean it was completely soundproof. He smiled to himself when he heard the familiar chords of an electric guitar. Then he opened the door and the noise nearly knocked him off his feet. Quickly, he slammed the door behind him and looked at Jonah. His boy was lost in the moment; his eyes closed, his body doing contortions. It was familiar sight to Adrian. He studied his boy. Despite being four years older than when they first met, Jonah had not lost any of his beauty. If anything, Adrian thought he was more beautiful than when he first met him. Yes, that pre-pubescent boyishness had left him, but in its place was the pure beauty of a young man who would always look younger than he was. Even though he was sixteen last week, he still looked like a normal fourteen year old.

Jonah was jamming; doing his own thing, as he often did because he loved his music so much. Music was like sex to Jonah... it came naturally. Right then he was playing some blues music, his equivalent, sexwise, to how he and Adrian made love when the first frantic passions were over. Behind him were massive speakers and all the paraphernalia he used with his music. Those had cost an arm and a leg, and the Fender Stratocaster guitar he was using had cost just over a thousand quid; one Adrian had found on Gumtree, second-hand, and which was over five grand new. He'd bought it for Jonah's sixteenth birthday present. Adrian also knew the tune he was playing: it was the tune he'd played the first time Adrian had seen him playing the guitar... Prince's Purple Rain.

Adrian sat down in his favourite chair. He'd bought it because he loved being with Jonah while he was doing his stuff. It was an antique Georgian easy chair he'd seen in a second-hand shop. Jonah sensed he was there and looked at him. He smiled, that gorgeous smile that made Adrian's heart do a somersault, and continued playing.

When he'd finished Purple Rain, Jonah lifted the guitar strap over his shoulder, put the guitar down, and walked over to Adrian and sat in his lap. His brown doe eyes stared into Adrian's, and then he stroked Adrian's hair back when he said, "I've missed you."

Adrian pulled Jonah's head towards him and planted a soft kiss on the boy's full sexy lips. "I've missed you too. Anything to tell me?"

Jonah grinned. "Not a lot. But I did get a call from that agent who is a friend of a friend of yours. He said he's listened to my tracks on the disk we had cut at the studio, and he was interested. Then he sort of told me that he'd sent a copy to Brian May and we've got to go to London because Brian wants to hear me play in the flesh, so to speak."

"Brian May out of Queen?"

"Yes. The real deal. My tummy's been turning over ever since he told me."

Even though that news thrilled Adrian, he tried to act nonchalantly when he said, "I suppose we'd better sort it then. You'll be fine. Don't worry. I told you that you'd make it one day. Anything else?"

"Uhuh. Robin rang me. He told me to tell you that he was missing you. He's coming up here the week after next. He's waiting to get his exam results before he comes."

Adrian shook his head. "That's all we need. That pain in the arse taking over the place. Tell him to bugger off."

Jonah laughed and kissed Adrian on the nose. "You know you love him, so stop moaning."

Adrian grinned. "Anything else?"

"Mum's made you a cake. A jam sponge. It's in the kitchen. She thinks the sun shines from up your arse because you buy me clothes and look after me so well."

Adrian giggled. "She's okay your mum is. But she's wrong. The sun shines from up your arse. And your dad?"

"Dad says if I don't spend more time at home he's going to kick me out." Jonah giggled. "He said he still thinks you're a pervert and when I get a bit older I'm going to have to watch out for you. Do you want to know his exact words?"

Adrian chuckled. "Tell me."

Jonah couldn't stop giggling when he said, "He said, I've warned you! A bloke doesn't let you stay at his house and spend all that money on you unless he wants something. Hark my words lad! One day he'll be trying to do stuff that you don't want!"

"And what did you tell him?"

Jonah grinned. "After I'd told him to get off his arse and stop pretending that he'd got a bad back and get a job so mum didn't have to go out cleaning all day, I told him that he'd got a filthy mind and that if you were going to do anything like that then you would have done it by now." His grin got even wider when he added, "I didn't tell him you already had. And I certainly won't tell him that you've fucked me as soon as you got home."

Adrian grinned. "Have I?"

Jonah winked. "Not yet, but we can soon put that right. Here or in the house?"

And they both laughed in their world of Secrets within Secrets before Adrian stripped his beautiful boy and fucked him while Jonah was kneeling on the old Georgian chair.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

The end.

Below is a list of individual Richard Darby/Robert Lawrence stories, but a collective list in Prolific Authors on Nifty can be found HERE.

Further reading from the British author, Richard Darby:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/whats-it-all-about-alfie/

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/little-willie-stevenson/

Contact Richard Darby... richt4t1958@gmx.com

Further reading from the American author, Robert Lawrence:

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/dark-haired-wonder.html

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/kodak-moments.html

https://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/pennsy-puppies/

Contact Robert Lawrence... richt4t1958@gmx.com