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The well-dressed boy.

By John T. S. Teller.

Part 5.

"What are you grinning at, Old Man?"

I smiled at Harry. "I was just thinking of you at the Hotel Roosevelt."

Harry giggled. "Yes. That was another night you couldn't keep up with me if I remember correctly." Then he placed his hand over mine, and added, "But I still love you just as much now as I did then."

I gave him an affectionate look. "Did you have a good night last night?"

"Do you want to see my back?"

I laughed. "The cat's been clawing you, has she?"

"Like a tigress on heat. Grrrrrrrr!"

I lowered my voice. "You sexy bastard! Now what are we going to do about the shit you caused last night?"

Harry took the hint and lowered his voice, too. "Was he good in bed?"

I shook my head. "Can't you get sex out of your mind?"

Harry leaned forward in his chair. "Don't you dare tell me that you didn't sleep with him! I'll ask you again. Was he good in bed?"

"Ask him. You two seem to talk about everything. He happened to mention that you told him that you could go all night and wear me out." Harry let out one of his long and very naughty giggles, and then he caught the eye of the waitress and ordered two more coffees. He never said anything else until she'd brought them to the table, so when she'd gone, I asked, "Where did you phone from?"

"I took his car number and used the one in my room. Got the bastard! It worked a treat."

"Yes. But did you realise that he might go to jail?"

"I thought about it. Will he?"

"The manager here thinks he might. What then?"

Harry smirked at me. "Then you move in for the kill. That's if you've still got a brain, Old Man."

I couldn't laugh at his acidic remark. "You're not stupid, Harry. You know it's not as simple as that. It will have an affect on all the family, including Joel."

"I know. And you're right... I'm not stupid. They don't have a family, Frank. It's a sham. Denise is unhappy; Joel is unhappy. What sort of a life do you want your new boy to have? Do you really think you could make him happy while he's trapped in that shit? Cuntface would kick you out the moment he knew you and Joel were friends. That's what he's like. He's a fucking troglodyte! He thinks he owns them. They aren't his family; they're his possessions." Harry leaned even closer, and his teeth were firmly clamped when he said, "You're the most beautiful person I ever met in my life, Frank, and I'll do anything to make sure you're happy! Do you know something?"

I looked into his beautiful eyes. "What?"

Harry's face softened. "If you'd been really gay, I wouldn't have married Rose. I'd have married you. That's how much I still love you."

I stared back at him. "I'm sorry, Harry. But I just wasn't made like that."

Harry's mood changed immediately. "I know that you daft sod. That's why I found Joel for you. He was perfect. He's beautiful, and he's gay just like I was. I spent hours telling him about us and pouring over photographs of us together until he was on his knees begging me to introduce you to him. I know it might sound strange, but he really did fall in love with you even before he met you. It even made me feel jealous. I found myself wishing I was twelve again, but because I know how you're made, I knew I was pissing in the wind. So what was the next best thing? Easy. Choose my own replacement. I got to do that, Frank, and that was so important to me. I used to dread seeing you maybe going around with another boy. I think it would have broken my heart, but this way I'm still involved. When I first introduced you two, I was terrified that you might not be attracted to him. I bought him that fancy suit to make him look even better. So now tell me! Is he good in bed?"

"Yes, but not as good as you."

Harry laughed so loud that everyone in the room looked at him. Even I laughed. When he'd calmed down, he looked right into my eyes, and I could see his own were misted over. "Thank you Frank. You don't know how much those words mean to me."

I smiled. "I still love you Harry. More than you'll ever know."

That's when Harry lost it, and he got up from the table and walked right out of the room. Ten minutes later he returned and sat down again. He stared right into my eyes, and said, "Sorry. I need to get used to losing you."

I stared back into his beautiful eyes, pretty much the same eyes that had captured my soul when he was a boy, and said, "It won't be the same you know."

He tilted his head to one side. "What do you mean?"

I pushed my coffee cup away and looked for the waitress. When I caught her eye, I ordered two more coffees and two hot croissants with butter and strawberry jam. Then I stared at Harry again. "Your favourite. You must have eaten thousands of them."

Harry touched my hand. "What's on your mind?"

I shrugged my shoulders. "Nothing."

Harry squeezed my hand. "Tell me!"

I looked at the table, and then back into his face. "Joel and me. I'm worried. It's not the same as you and me. I know I've asked the same question a dozen times, but didn't you ever discuss the `you and me' situation with your parents? The truth now!"

Harry shook his head. "I was telling you the truth. We didn't. I didn't have to. They understood from the moment you and I became friends. Mum asked me once if I was alright spending so much time with you. I told her I was perfectly happy. That was it. Probably mum and dad talked about it, but not with me. It wasn't necessary. I didn't come from an insecure home where the parents and kid were at odds all the time. I loved both my parents, and they knew it. I often told them that I loved them and that I couldn't wish for better parents, and as you know, I'd never be away from them at Christmas or their birthdays. As much as I loved you, Harry, I never let what we had come between me and my mum and dad. And I didn't do it to try and paste over what we were doing... I did it because it was important to me to be with them. And that's why what you and I had worked perfectly. My parents always did what was right for me, and they knew you were right for me."

I sighed. "I know, but that isn't the situation between me and Joel. I reckon the odds are stacked against us."

The waitress brought the coffees and the croissants, and left. I wanted to talk some more, but one of the great joys of my life was watching Harry eat, so I absent mindedly stirred my coffee while he went through the familiar `Croissant and Jam routine' of grinning at me while he stuffed his face. Our eyes met, and without actually laughing, we shared one of our beautiful, amusing, loving moments. My eyes actually misted over while it was happening, but Harry understood why, said nothing, and handed me his serviette to dry my eyes. When he'd scoffed both croissants, he took the serviette from me, wiped away the jam from the corners of his lips, threw it onto the empty plate, and said, "You're hurting, aren't you?"

I nodded. "Yes."

"Why?"

"Because love does hurt."

"For me?"

Again I nodded. "Yes. Of course for you, you stupid idiot!"

"And for Joel?"

"Yes."

Harry smiled. "Double trouble. We boys can have that affect on some men. But the opposite also applies. Some of you men can have the same affect on us boys, and it has little to do with hormones."

I chuckled. "You could have fooled me."

Harry grinned. "Well us boys do like a bit of sex on the side besides the loving bit."

I narrowed my eyes. "A bit!"

Harry laughed. "So Joel made you do it more than once then, did he?"

I knew I was beaten, so I just laughed. When we'd stopped giggling, I said ruefully, "I hope it works out."

Harry winked. "It's all in the stars. I remember when Bluey and me were touring the world. We tried to cross a wide river estuary in Oz at night." Harry looked up at the ceiling as he was remembering the incident. "We'd pinched a rowing boat. We pinched the wrong one. It was crap, and by the time we got halfway across, it was half full with water and the current was so strong that it was taking us out to sea. Bluey was having a blue fit and shitting himself." Harry stared down at the table to hide his face. "I wasn't scared for myself. I was thinking what would happen to you if anything happened to me. I knew it would break your heart, so I looked up at the stars and prayed that we'd be alright, just for you. The next thing I knew was seeing this old geezer, an Aboriginal in a motor boat pulling up alongside us. No sooner had we got into his boat than the crap boat we were in, sunk." Harry lifted his face. Now, his eyes were misted over. "Yes, Harry... love hurts, but the power of love can work miracles. It'll work out, trust me. It's all in the stars. But be patient, and never forget that I'm with you every step along the way."

**********

Joel's mother and his little sister got up first. I was sitting with `the family' in the reception lounge discussing the complications and worst scenario of what could happen to Aiden when they came down the stairs. She didn't know it, but with Harry and Rosemarie's help, we'd persuaded the family that I would take her and her kids home. It had been difficult, especially with Joel's grandparents being there. But Rosemarie, being her sister, handled that well, and told them that after I'd taken them home, and after she'd sorted a few things, she intended staying with her sister for at least a week if Aiden was sent to prison. She couldn't stop any longer because she and Harry were off to the Bahamas for their honeymoon. But nothing concrete could be arranged. It all depended on what happened to Aiden in court.

At eleven, I suggested I should go and wake Joel and clear the room. His mother nodded, and said it was best.

**********

Joel was already out of bed when I got to the room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. He looked up at me when I entered the room, and I could see that he'd been crying. I went to him, dropped to my knees in front of him, and removed his hands from his face. He looked so terribly sad. Immediately, I was alarmed, and asked, "Are you upset about what happened between us last night?"

Joel looked shocked. He shook his head violently. "No! No! I'm thinking about mum."

I was so utterly relieved that I sat on the bed, grabbed Joel, and crushed him to me. "You had me worried there, Joel. Phew! I would never deliberately hurt you in a million years."

Joel half-turned and hugged me. "I know you wouldn't. It's not that. I've been sitting here thinking what's going to happen to us now. Even if dad doesn't go to jail, he's going to lose his job. He's a tanker driver, so they won't ever have him back. Mum doesn't have a job, so what are we going to do?"

I hugged him a bit harder. "Hey! Hey! You're far too young to be involved in all that stuff. You'll have enough of that when you're an adult. It will sort itself... I promise. I absolutely promise you that it will. Trust me!" I lifted Joel's head up towards me, and kissed his salty lips. "You're going to be fine. I love you too much now to let anything hurt you. We'll sort it. I'm taking you and your mum and Wendy home as soon as you're feeling a bit better and have had something to eat."

Joel snuffled. "Can we go to a McDonald's instead?"

That made me chuckle, and I kissed him lovingly all over his beautiful face. "You're a funny boy. Of course we can. I haven't had a Big Mac for years. You can teach me how to eat it."

Joel grinned. "And fries and a large Coke. I'll show you how to eat them as well."

I nodded. "It's a deal. Now you go to the bathroom and get cleaned up. You can use my toothbrush and paste. They're better than the hotel ones. And don't steal their crappy soap. I'll sort your suit out. I hung it up this morning. The creases should have dropped out of it by now. Can I dress you?"

"That will be nice," said Joel wrinkling his nose at me. "I might even let you touch my willie if you ask me nicely."

I pulled a face at him. "Touch it! Now if you'd said you'd let me kiss it, I might just ask nicely."

Joel giggled. "Harry said you were naughty when he was little."

I laughed, got up, pulled him to his feet, lifted my shirt over his head, and pulled it off. Then I pointed to the bathroom. "Go and get a shower you cheeky boy! And don't get your underpants wet. Mine are far too big for you!" And I was still grinning when he walked away from me holding his underpants and wearing just his socks. But I stopped grinning when the beauty of the back of this beautiful boy hit home. He was perfect, and his small, bubble-butt was even more beautiful than Harry's had been when he was the same age, but I made a mental note not to tell Harry that. His passionate admission in the breakfast room of what he still felt for me had disturbed me. I knew he still loved me, but I didn't realise that it was still so strong.

While Joel was in the bathroom, I took his suit from the hanger and tried to smarten it up. Then I had an idea. I looked in the drawers of the wardrobe and found a travel-iron. I thought there might be one; and a hair dryer, and even better, at the back of the wardrobe was a small ironing board. My super-efficient manager went up another notch in my estimation. So I set things up and began ironing out the creases on the jacket, and then set to putting creases back in the trousers. When I'd done that, I started on the shirt. It was lovely fondling the garment that had been next to Joel's skin all of yesterday, and when I'd finished, I brought it to my lips and kissed it. God! This boy really had got into my soul!  And I was still sniffing it when I heard Joel say, "I've finished."

I turned and looked at the almost bashful boy - carrying his underpants in his right hand - that stood naked before me. I'd seen this sight many times before when Harry was a small boy. It was the nature of boys his age to have an erection almost every half hour, and especially first thing in a morning after a shower. Hot water and erections are the same things with boys. They can't have a shower without they get one, and Joel was sporting a fine one this morning, sticking right up into his belly. I grinned at him. "That's a fine-looking thing you've got there young man. I thought you might have got rid of that yourself in the shower."

Joel grinned bashfully, and shook his head slowly. "Noooooo!"

"So you thought I might take it away for you?"

His head nodded slowly. "Yeeeessss!"

I chuckled, and pointed to the bed. "Sit on the edge of it with your legs over the side, and just lie back and relax."

Joel gave me a huge grin, and did exactly as I said. I went to him, knelt down, and parted his legs. Then I moved in for the boy-kill. Two minutes later and Joel was heaving his bottom off the bed as he climaxed in my mouth, and I was absolutely delighted to feel a small spurt of thin boy juice ejaculate into my throat. Fantastic! My new boy was right on the cusp on manhood, the perfect age of attraction for me, and I devoured that precious nectar greedily so as not to waste a single drop.

When he was recovered, Joel looked down at me, and asked, "Do you want me to do you now?"

I shook my head. "No. I'm used to a boy's morning ritual. I had to do the same for Harry every morning when he stayed with me. It comes with the territory of being in love with a special boy."

Joel grinned. "Am I special?"

I took the underpants from the bed and threaded them over his lovely feet. "Yes, you're very, very special. Just like my Harry was, and is."

Joel stood up. "You still love him a lot, don't you?"

I pulled the underpants right up, and fitted them carefully, gently patting the now soft dick into place. "Yes. I always will, just I will you when you're grown up. Now let's get you dressed and brush your beautiful hair."

Joel couldn't stop smiling as I fussed over him until he was fully dressed. Then I put him in a day chair and used the hairdryer on him while I brushed his hair. We were in front of the mirror, and his eyes never left my face all the while I was doing it. Occasionally, I looked back at him and gave him a wink. When he was done, I lifted him up and turned him around. He put his arms around my neck and lifted his chin for me to kiss him. I put my arms around him and pulled him to me, and we shared a long, loving kiss. When we broke the kiss, he stared into my eyes, and said, "I love you."

I nodded. "Same here. Now help me load my stuff into the suitcase, and we'll go and sort things downstairs. Trust me... everything is going to be fine."

**********

When we walked into the reception room, the only people left from the wedding party, sitting in a large group, were Harry and his new wife Rosemarie; Denise and little Wendy; Bill and Sheila - Rosemarie's and Denise's parents and Joel and Wendy's grandparents; and my Sales-Director, Brendan, and his wife Geraldine. There was a spare seat next to Denise, and when I gave him a little nudge in the back, Joel went directly to his mother. Immediately, she put an arm around him and hugged him. He didn't resist, but neither did he become emotional. When she asked if he wanted something to eat, He pointed at me, and said, "No. Frank says he'll take us to McDonald's on the way home."

I winked at her. "His choice!" I looked at little Wendy. "Would you like to go to McDonald's, Wendy?"

She grinned, and said in her tiny voice, "Yes please."

I smiled at her, and then I looked at Harry, and said, "Have you sorted everything out here?"

Harry nodded. "Everything sorted, Frank."

"Good. Before we go, if the ladies don't mind, can we guys have a small pow-wow before we leave? There's a couple of things I'd like to sort out with you all. Outside on the patio?"

When we were outside, I sat on the patio wall and looked up at Harry, Bill the grandfather, and Brendan. "I just want to say something. I'm the odd one out here. I'm not family, so if you want me to butt out and you sort it between yourselves, I'm perfectly happy to do that. Now I've promised the kids to take them to McDonald's, I can't really renege on that, but if you lot want to manage this awful situation on your own, then just say so. But I've been thinking. Joel's really upset. He's quite grown up for his age. He's already worked things out if Aiden goes to jail. He's worried about his mother not having a job, and goodness knows what else is going through his young mind." I looked up at Brendan. "I'm sure Brendan and I could sort something out that way. We have outlets in Southampton and Bournemouth, and I'm sure we could find her something there. Brendan?"

Brendan nodded. "I'm sure we could. But I'm not that side of the family either. It's up to Bill and Sheila and Denise really."

I looked at Bill. "She's your daughter, Bill, and they're your grandchildren. What do you think?"

I liked Bill from the off. He'd been an engine driver on the railways, and was now in charge of something to do with the railways, but in an office role. He looked right into my eyes when he said, "I hope he goes to jail. If I've got anything to do with it, this will be the end of them. I've never liked him from the moment my daughter met him. There's just something about him that makes me shudder, and it isn't just because he thinks he owns everything including his family. I reckon he's got a psychotic streak in him. Sometimes when he looks at you, it's like looking at a different person, and the sooner Denise is rid of him, the better for the kids." Then his face sort of softened. "Thank you Frank. Let's play it by ear. I don't know what's going to happen, but now you've told me that, I can add it to my formulations. They've got a house too big for them, with a mortgage too big for them, so if he goes to jail, I can't see them staying there. I don't particularly want my place full of kids at my time of life at sixty-three, but they can come and stay with us as a last resort." Then I saw him thinking. "But if Denise got a well-paid job, she could rent her own place. I suppose it depends on how much she earns."

I looked him straight in the eyes. Then I looked at Brendan. "I'm sure we could find her a job that paid well enough for her to rent a place?"

Brendan gave me a knowing grin. "I'm sure we could, Frank. Both outlets are very profitable."

I stood up. "That's it then. I'll take them home." I grinned. "I'm sure the kids will enjoy a ride in a Roller to get their Big Mac's."

We all laughed. As we started walking back, Bill turned to me and offered his hand. I shook it. Then he said, "Thank you Frank. You're a good guy. If you don't mind, when they've had something to eat, would you take them home to grab a few things and then drop them off at my place. I don't live far away. They'll show you where I live. I've had a word, and we've decided they're going to stay with me and Sheila for a couple of days at least. I'll go to court in the morning and see what happens. I'll take Harry with me. If Aiden gets locked up, Harry can drive the car back." Then Bill clenched his teeth together when he added, "If he's let out, I'm going to sort him out big time before I let my daughter near him again."

I shrugged my shoulders. "No problems, Bill. It's the least I can do. Some blokes are just plain idiots. They don't know when they're well off. He has a lovely wife and two great kids, and he acts like an irresponsible arsehole."

Just then, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Harry, and he held me back. When the others were out of earshot, he turned so they couldn't see his face, grinned, and said in a lowered voice, "You crafty sod! Remind me never to try and outwit you."

I grinned. "We're two of a kind, you and me, Harry. But you always knew that. You knew I was clever enough to work something out when you rang the police, didn't you?"

Harry grinned back. "Something like that. Enjoy your Big Mac." I was just about to continue to the reception room, when he gripped my shoulder again. "By the way, how was little Lover Boy when you woke him this morning?"

I chuckled. "Much like you used to be when you woke up."

Harry laughed. "And did you?"

I turned to walk away. "You boys are always the winners."

And Harry was still giggling when we joined the others.

To be continued...

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