Date: Mon, 8 Dec 2008 23:54:04 -0000
From: Taran Geary <taran.geary@btinternet.com>
Subject: Don't call Me Bobby!

"Bobby, come and get your tea."

Bob Honeyball cringed as his mother's voice called to him up the stairs.
Why did she still have to call him "Bobby?" He had asked her countless
times not to. Bob, Rob or Robert would do, but no, to his mum he was still
"Bobby" and, he supposed, he always would be. Although, he pondered that
"Bobby" was better than "Dobby" which his brothers called him when they
wanted to torment him.

"Ok Mum. I'm coming."

Bob was 14, about 5' tall and with short dark hair. He was also blind. It
didn't bother him; he'd always been blind and he had no concept of what
`sight' was. It never seemed to hinder him in anything. Although he wished
he could play football, it sounded a lot of fun, but he played ball games
with his brothers and he especially liked it when they stood in a triangle
and played `catch'. Bob could pinpoint a sound with deadly accuracy and
when either of his brothers called out "Comin' at `cha" as they threw the
ball, Bob would invariably catch it. He said he could "Hear the ball
cutting the air".

He was glad he had the mum and dad that he did. They allowed him to be part
of everything that went on including the inevitable rough and tumble that a
family of three boys involved. He had friends at his school who were
treated like rare and delicate ornaments and who, consequently, were pretty
helpless, whereas Bob could hold his own in most of the situations he found
himself in.

He jumped off his bed and put the Braille book he was reading away on the
shelf and ran downstairs. He could run in the house because his parents
never moved anything and he instinctively knew where he was.

"Where's Chris and Graeme?" he asked as he sat at the table. It was unusual
for his brothers not to be there for a meal.

"Chris is playing football, and Graeme's having tea with his friend
Colin. Don't forget it's your piano lessons tonight." Bob loved music and
he was considered quite a star. His party piece was to play `Nut Rocker' on
the old upright piano which Bob's grandmother had given to them with little
brother Graeme bashing on a tambourine. This always drew admiring gasps
from his grannies and aunts and uncles.

There was one more thing about Bob that even his mum didn't know. He was
gay. He was quite happy about that t too. He was happy about most things in
his life; He sometimes thought how lucky he was being Robert Honeyball and
how he wouldn't want to be anyone else. He loved being around boys his own
age; he loved their smell, the sound of their voices and especially how
they felt. When he met someone new he would ask to feel their faces to get
an idea of whom they were and sometimes he would get very aroused at the
feel of some of the boys. Some of the girls liked to put his hands on their
tits. This annoyed him and he hated it but felt he had to laugh along with
them.

"I saw the new neighbours today," Mum said. "They look very nice".

"What are they like?" Bob asked.

"Oh, I suppose the couple are about my age and they had a teenage boy with
them."

Bob's interest perked up at this. "When do they move in?" he asked.
"Sometime this week, I think." Just then the doorbell rang and mum hurried
to answer it and Bob strained his ears to overhear what was said.

"Good evening," a woman's voice said. "We're Alex and Jane Summers and
we're moving in next door at the weekend, and this is Trevor."

Bob decided to go and investigate further. In his haste he ran through the
door and collided with somebody full force, bringing himself and them to
the floor with a crash.

"Oh, Bobby, do be careful. Are you both all right?" Mum asked worriedly.

"Yeah, I'm fine." Bob giggled.

"Are you ok, Trevor?"

"I'm fine," said Trevor.

Trevor? So he'd been rolling around on the floor with Trevor? Bob took
advantage of their scrambling to get up to see what he could find out about
this new arrival. He felt great strength in very muscular arms and a broad
and defined chest. The voice was slightly high pitched but soft spoken and
with the hint of an accent. And he smelt delicious; a combination of
expensive scent and a manly musk. Bob felt that he had to get to know this
young man better.

"... And this is my middle son, Bobby." Mum continued after apologizing for
the collision.

"Bob", Bob said as he shook hands with the neighbours. "Please call me
Bob."

"Bobby's fourteen" mum continued, talking about him as mums do, as if he
wasn't there, "And you probably noticed that he's blind."

"Really, I wouldn't have guessed," the woman said. "Trevor is fifteen,
nearly sixteen."

"Wanna come up to my room, Trevor?" Bob asked, "Leave this lot to get on
with it?"

"Er, yeah, ok." Trevor replied shyly.

"Come on then, this way." Bob turned and ran up the stairs. Trevor looked
surprised and ran after him.

In Bob's room, Trevor sat at the desk and Bob sat on the bed.  "Are you
really totally blind?" Trevor asked.

"As far as I know," Bob smiled in reply.

"It's just that your eyes follow me around and look straight at me."

"I've been told that before. But I know exactly where you are and I can
catch a ball if you throw it to me."

"Never!" said Trevor incredulously. "Prove it."

"Ok, is there a ball in that top drawer?" Trevor rummaged in the drawer and
finally found a tennis ball.

"Yeah, got it"

"Ok, call out and then throw it. Not too hard."

"What shall I call out?"

"Well, my brothers usually call out "Comin at `cha""

"Weird. Ok, you ready? Comin at `cha"

Effortlessly Bob caught the ball in one hand and sent it straight back to
its thrower.

"WOW, that's amazing!" gasped Trevor obviously impressed.

"Oh `tis nothing," Bob feigned modesty and both boys laughed. "Trevor,
would you mind if I felt your face? It's how I know what people look like."

"Er well, ok then. Weird, but ok." He moved the chair forward and Bob sat
forward on the bed and reached out his hands. He started at the hair. It
was very fine and brushed forward with no dressing or gel. He moved down
the broad low forehead to the fine eyebrows and down the rather large
down-turned nose. He moved to the sides and around to the ears and he
explored them closely. He was surprised to hear Trevor moan quietly and
gasp as he gently touched his ears.

"You seem to be enjoying yourself." Trevor's voice made Bob jump.  "What
makes you say that?" Bob said a tad nervously.

"Do I have to write it down in Braille?" Bob looked puzzled. Trevor placed
his hand in the centre of Bob's chest and then with his index and first
finger his hand walked down Bob's chest right down to the belt where he
stopped.

"How did you know?" Bob whispered nervously.

"You're pointing at me."

"Huh?" Trevor's hand then continued its walk until it landed on the very
stiff dick that was causing a large bulge in his trousers.

"Oh shit!!" Bob hissed and tried to cover it with his hands. "I'm so
sorry," he said getting more and more flustered. "I really am so sorry."

"It's alright, Bob." Trevor said soothingly, putting a hand on Bob's
shoulder, "I don't mind, I really don't. I'm actually enjoying it. Please
don't upset yourself."

"Are you gay?" Bob asked cautiously.

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure I am, so don't worry."

"Have you done it with anyone else?"

"Well, yeah, I've messed about a bit with a couple of lads at my old school
but nothing serious."

"My brother let me feel his once," Bob said. "Just to show off how much
hair he had down there. It felt lovely. I think he worked out that I'm gay
from that. He hasn't let me near it since. That's all I've ever done."
There was a long pause until Trevor said "Do you want to touch mine, you
can if you want to."

"But I don't even know you."

"Does that matter?"

"Well, yeh, it does to me. You could be a homicidal, queer bashing maniac".

"Do I look like a homicidal, queer bashing maniac?"

"I don't know I can't see you!"

"Oh shit, sorry Bob!"

"It's ok; people say things like that all the time."

"Do they? It must get right on your tits."

Bob laughed at Trevor's expression, "I've never heard that one before. I'll
have to remember that one."

"We used it all the time down in Bristol" Trevor continued. "I'm surprised
you hadn't heard it. So what do you want to do, then?"

"Let's just get to know each other and see how it goes for a bit. Is that
ok?"

"Yeh, that's fine. I think that's the right thing to do."

Bob reached over and brushed Trevor's cheek lightly with the back of his
hand, "You're blushing," he grinned.

"Am I? It's just that ... well, I haven't felt like this before. All sort
of trembly and going hot and cold. I've never really fancied anyone
before. Do you feel the same? I can see you've gone red as well."

"Yeh, I guess I do," Bob replied nervously. There was a pause and Bob asked
"Are you going back to Bristol tonight?"

"Yeh, anytime now. I'm surprised I haven't been called."

"I've got my piano lesson anytime now as well. I wonder if our mums would
let you stopover."

"No, I don't think there's any point asking. I've still got tons of packing
to do. Shame though; it would have been nice."

"Yeh, it would."

"Bobby, Mrs. Evans is here!" mum's voice called up the stairs.

"Shit, I've got to go now. You will be back on Saturday, won't you?" Bob
asked, disappointment and eagerness in equal measures showing plainly in
his voice.

"Yes, I will definitely be back on Saturday. Have you really got to go
straightaway?"

"Yeh, `fraid so. My music teacher is outside in her car waiting for me, I
shouldn't keep her waiting too long. She's very good to come and pick me up
and bring me back. Mind you, I'm sure she only does it because she believes
I'm going to be a concert pianist and make her famous."

"Do you want to be a concert pianist?"

"Bloody hell no," Bob exclaimed. I want to play rock and jazz. I want a
band like Jools Holland."

"Bobby, will you hurry up! Mrs. Evans is waiting!" mum's impatient voice
rang up the stairs.

"I'm sorry Trevor, I really have to go." Bob got up and headed for his
bedroom door. Trevor stopped him and put his hands gently on his
shoulders. He leaned forward and kissed him gently on his forehead and then
moved down until he kissed the end of his nose. There he stopped, uncertain
of what to do next. Bob offered guidance. "Keep going," he said
breathlessly, and Trevor obeyed and soon their lips were touching
gently. And then ...

"Bobby! Have I got to come up there and drag you out with my bare hands?"
mum was growing ever more impatient.

"OK, Mum, I'm coming." And then to Trevor, "Look I've got to go. I'm sorry
but ..."

"It's ok, I understand. It's only a couple of days till Saturday." He
smiled thinly and stroked Bob's cheek gently. They then took each other's
hands and walked out and down the stairs together. When they got to the
bottom, Trevor again kissed Bob and a tingle went right through him like an
electric shock.

"Wow" Trevor said in a whisper after he had composed himself.

"Yeh, wow!" Bob gasped in reply.

"See you Saturday, if I can wait that long." Trevor whispered and he stood
and stared at the door for a few moments after it had closed behind his new
friend.

Trevor walked into the lounge where his parents were deep in conversation
with Bob's mum.

"Can we move in before Saturday, please?"

"What's brought this on all of a sudden?" Mrs. Summers exclaimed. "It was
only yesterday you were flatly refusing to leave Bristol. That must have
been some talk you had up there!"

"Yes, it was. Bob's a nice guy."

"Oh I'm glad you've made a friend already and you're happy with the move at
last."

Trevor just smiled to himself. "Yes," he thought, "Bob really was something
special."

"Come along now. We really must get going," Mr. Summers said. Pleasantries
were exchanged and the Summers headed off back to Bristol.

The following evening Bob once again found himself alone in the house with
his mum.

"You and Trevor seemed to hit it off." mum said casually.

"Yes, he's nice."

"It'll be nice for you to have a friend around here rather than just your
schoolmates."

Bob just smiled to himself and looked forward to Saturday when he could be
with Trevor again.

"We're having a party next week to introduce them to the neighbours," mum
continued "We thought it would be a nice gesture and they're such nice
people. I'm trying to decide whom to invite. I've asked the Kaminski's from
next-door-but-one. Oh, by the way, they've got George's nephew from Gdansk
stopping with them for a while. The poor boy speaks hardly any English but
we'll invite him anyway."

"How old is he?"

"Oh, 16 or 17, I think. Thelma told me that George took him to the pub on
Friday and they both came home completely wrecked. She wasn't best pleased
I can tell you, especially since one of them was sick all over the bathroom
floor. And George always seems so nice."

"Oh well, I'd better get some practice in", Bob said, trying to avoid
listening to the character assassination of George Kaminski who, in Bob's
opinion was one of the most downtrodden, put-upon men he had ever met. His
wife, Thelma, known out of earshot as "Brunhilda", ruled his life with a
rod of iron. Hyacinth Bucket was slovenly next to Thelma Kaminski. Mum had
said that she thought it was because she never had any children of her
own. "Well," Bob thought, "a young person in the house might be just the
tonic she needs."

He ran up to his room and sniffed the air. Yes, there was still a trace of
Trevor here and he chuckled and hugged himself with the anticipation that
in two days Trevor would be living next door. He felt his right hand moving
to his crotch as he thought about his new, very special friend. He lay on
his bed and brushed his cheek with the back of his left hand, trying to
replicate the feelings that were aroused when Trevor had done it
yesterday. He moved his hand from his cheek to his chest and moved it
slowly in a circular motion so that he brushed both nipples in turn. He
undid his zip and felt inside his boxers as his breathing got faster and
faster. He pulled his rock hard dick out through the opening and started to
work it slowly. Steadily he increased the speed of his ministrations as his
left hand moved under his tee shirt and toyed with his hard, aroused
nipples. He frantically undid his belt and worked his trousers and boxers
to his knees. He tucked the hem of his tee shirt under his chin as his left
hand went down to massaging and supporting his fulsome balls and once again
his right hand started to wank his gently curved member. His hips began to
thrust upward and his head tipped backward as he frantically worked to
achieve his orgasm. His body went rigid and he pushed upward, resting
purely on his shoulders and his heels as his orgasm hit like a tidal
wave. He tried but couldn't stop himself crying out as his juice splashed
on to his stomach and chest.

"Jesus Christ!" he hissed as he relaxed and his body dropped back fully on
the bed and he lay there gasping for breath. He laid still for a moment as
his dick twitched trying to force more juice out on to his belly. He
reached for a tissue and he began the mopping up operation. "My God," he
whispered to himself. "If he can make it that good when he's not here,
what's it going to be like when he is here?" He whistled to himself at this
thought before heading to the bathroom for a wash.

Saturday came and went but Trevor didn't, and Bob found out that he had
been shipped off to grandparents until the house was habitable. He was
pretty cut up about this and he was in an uncharacteristically bad mood. He
banged and crashed about and shut himself in his room, refusing to come out
for any reason.

"Do you know what's wrong with Bobby?" mum asked his elder brother, Chris.

"Dunno," he replied.

"I'm very worried about him. It's just not like him to be so grumpy" Chris
sighed heavily. "Mum, he's 14. He's doing the moody teenager bit."

"Do you think that's all it is? I wish your father was here. I hate it when
he does these long trips abroad."

"So do I Mum." Chris put his arm around his mother's shoulder.

"Yes." Her eyes took on a faraway look. "You were always your dad's
boy. Bobby was always his mum's. I don't know about Graeme. He doesn't seem
to need anyone."

"Graeme's a little sh... I mean he's just independent, that's all. Or he
thinks he is. Try not cooking his dinner or washing his socks for a bit and
you'll soon find out how much he needs you."

Mum smiled at her eldest son's logic.

Up in his room Bob lay on his bed and listened to some of his favourite
music very loudly, but despite the volume he fell asleep and he had a dream
in which he was lying in bed when his balls exploded and he was washed away
on a tidal wave of spunk. But just as he, in his bed, was being swept down
the stairs on this huge sticky river, he woke up with a start and a yell so
loud it brought his mother rushing into his room.

"What is it, Bobby? Are you alright?"

"Yes, Mum, I'm fine." Bobby replied breathlessly. "I just had a bad dream."

Nevertheless, mum walked over and put her hand on his sweat-soaked
brow. Bob tried to cover up a large wet stain that covered the front of his
jeans and the obvious erection but without success. Mum looked him up and
down and assumed that her little boy had had his first wet dream. She
smiled to herself and said "If there's anything troubling you, you know you
can always talk to me, don't you?

"I know Mum, thanks." Bob had got his breath back now.

"I should get a shower if I were you."

"Ok, Mum perhaps I will."

"Just so long as you're alright, Bobby," and she leaned over and kissed her
favorite son on the top of his head.

"I'm fine Mum, thanks."

It was only a couple of days before Trevor arrived back next door and
needless to say he was knocking on Bob's door almost immediately. Trevor
came into Bob's room and closed the door. He walked up to Bob and kissed
him gently on the tip of his nose.

"Hello gorgeous," he said just above whisper. "Have you missed me?"

"Like anything," Bob replied. "I tried to stay celibate for you so it would
be better when you came back." Trevor looked puzzled and pulled away from
Bob.

"What do you mean `cebilate'?

"Celibate," Bob laughed. "It means to go without sex. I tried to stop
wanking while you were away so that it'd be all the better when you came
back! But I failed miser..."

Trevor pushed away from Bob "Don't laugh at me!" he said, annoyance
sounding in his voice.

"Trevor, I'm not laughing at you. I'm just explain..."

"Yes you are! You're always laughing at me and taking the piss, just
because you're so fucking clever. Why do have to be so fucking clever all
the time? Why can't you just be normal?"

"I am normal. I'm just blind. I can't do the things you do. I'd love to
play football and rugby and cricket and be as good as you but I can't. I
have to do other things. If things were the other way round I'm sure..."

"Don't grovel, you make me sick!" Trevor went to push past Bob but pushed
him much harder than he meant to and caught Bob off guard so that he fell
backwards across his bed, banging his head heavily on the wall. He
struggled to get his bearings and huddled himself into a ball in the corner
formed by the bed-head and the wall. He pulled his knees up to his chin and
buried his face in to them.

"Please don't hit me Trevor," he said. But all he heard was Trevor's heavy
footsteps down the stairs and the front door slam.

"Bobby, Bobby, what's going on," mum's voice came up the stairs. She ran
into Bob's room and was shocked to see her normally bright and breezy son
huddled up on the bed and crying into his knees. She was even more shocked
to see the smear of blood where Bob's head hit the wall.

"Whatever's happened? Did he hit you?"

"No, it was an accident"

"Let me look at your head. You're bleeding. Why did he run away if it was
just an accident?" She went to the bathroom to get a flannel to wash the
cut on Bob's head. "I'll speak to his mother," she called as she came back.

"No Mum. Don't, please." Bob pleaded and mum was shocked when Bob lifted
his head to see his sightless, usually expressionless eyes were bloodshot,
full of tears and carrying an expression of abject misery.

"Alright, I won't say anything. But will you tell me what this is all
about"? she said as she dabbed the small graze on Bob's head.

"No."

"Why ever not?"

"I can't."

"Why can't you?"

"I just can't, that's all!"

"It's just that I thought you liked Trevor."

"I do, I mean did!" The tears started to flow again.

"Alright then. Why don't you come downstairs and I'll make you a cup of
tea."

Chris was in the living room watching the TV. "What's happened?" he asked.

"Bobby had a little accident," mum explained.

"Did that Trevor hit you?" Chris asked when mum had gone to the
kitchen. "Cos if he has, I'll fuckin' kill him!"

"No he didn't hit me. It was an accident. We were arguing and he pushed me
as he tried to get out. He didn't mean to. Really, please Chris. Don't do
anything."

"What were you arguing about? Did you try it on with him?"

There was a stunned silence and finally Bob whispered.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, I know you had the hots for him the way you've been banging around
here like a bear with a sore arse and running to the door every time the
bell rang. We all know you're gay. It doesn't matter. No one's
bothered. I've been pretty sure for a long time and I heard Mum and Dad
talking about it, as well. You know what Dad says: We don't have secrets in
this family."

Bob just sat in stunned silence, a million and one thoughts racing around
his head like demented wall-of-death riders until mum brought his cup of
tea in.

"You're right about me," Bob broke the silence. "But not about Trevor. He's
gay as well and we had a wonderful time together while he was here at
first. I've been longing for him to come back but it all went wrong for
some reason. I really don't know what I did wrong. He said I was laughing
at him and that I was too clever. I don't understand." mum took him and
held him tightly.

"Oh Robert Alan Honeyball," she said. "Whatever shall we do with you?"

Bob buried himself into his mother's ample bosom and the tears flowed.

A couple of days passed without an incident, and at about 6pm the doorbell
rang. Chris answered and he was surprised to find Trevor standing
there. Chris eyed him coldly.

"What do you want?" Chris's voice was flat, calm and ominously quiet.

Trevor swallowed nervously and asked extremely politely, his voice cracking
under Chris's cold stare. "May I speak to Bob, please?" he squeaked.

"I'll see if he's in," Chris said and slammed the door shut in Trevor's
face. After an unnecessarily long time Chris opened the door again and
said, "He'll be down in a minute. But listen to me boy," and he put his
face so close to Trevor's that their noses were almost touching. "If you
lay a finger on my brother, big as you are, I'll bounce you from one end of
this street to the other. Got it?"

"Got it," Trevor mumbled and looked at the floor as he ground the toe of
his left foot into the gravel of the front path. Although only a year older
than himself, Chris was over 6 feet tall and despite sharing Bob's slim
build, Chris obviously looked after himself and he fairly rippled with
muscle. Trevor was no slouch in the scrapping department when he needed to
but he felt Chris's warning was well worth heeding. There was definitely
something menacing about Chris, Trevor decided.

"Hello Trevor."

"Hi, how are you?"

"I'll live. I'm ok now Chris, thanks." Chris scowled at Trevor and
disappeared into the house.

"I'm really sorry for what happened. I definitely didn't mean to hurt
you. We'd had a terrible row when I got home. It got so bad that Dad went
up the pub - he hasn't seen the inside of a pub for years - then Mum
started on me and lots of things were said that shouldn't have been and I
climbed out of a window to come to yours cos Mum had grounded me. I ripped
my favorite top on the window catch and then lost my footing and fell into
that big bunch of stingers. So what with that everything else I just jumped
at you I really am so sorry. Will you forgive me?"

"Let me think about that. Hmmm. All right then, you're forgiven."

"Oh thanks, Bob. I thought I'd blown it. Look can we go for a walk or
something? I need to get out."

"I'll have to ask my mum, first." So Bob disappeared into the house "Ok,
but you've got to have the lecture first." After mum had satisfied herself
that Trevor wasn't a homicidal maniac and that he was fully versed in the
art of guiding a blind person, they were allowed to proceed. Bob refused
point blank to take his white stick saying that Trevor would look after
him. They linked arms and left the house.

"I do hope Trevor looks after him," mum fretted to Chris after they had
gone.

"He wouldn't dare do anything else." Chris grinned, causing Mum to shake
her head in bemusement. "She would never understand teenagers," she thought
to herself.

"Hello, Bobby," an accented voice said cheerfully.

"Oh hello Mr. Kaminski. How are you?" Bob replied. George Kaminski was in
his front garden, pottering about doing nothing in particular.  "I'm very
well, thank you. And who is this young man?"

"This is Trevor. He's moved in next door to us on the other side."

"Pleased to meet you Trevor. Bobby you haven't met my nephew, have you?"

"No I haven't. I'm looking forward to meeting him".

"I get him for you," he called into the house in Polish and very soon the
nephew appeared. "Chad, this is Bobby and Trevor from up the road."
Pleasantries were exchanged and Chad said, "I heard about little blind boy
from down road."

"I'm not `the little blind boy from down the road.' I'm just Bob and I
don't live down the road. I live up the road!"

"Oh sorry. I upset you?"

"No it's ok, but just call me Bob."

"It good! I am Chad!" he shook Bob's hand vigorously and Trevor's
too. "Where you two go to?"

"Oh we're just off for a walk; probably the park,"

"I come too, please?" Chad asked.

"Yes of course," Bob replied, giving Trevor an imperceptible squeeze at the
same time. Chad and George had a quick exchange in Polish which resulted in
George getting his wallet out and passing some crisp notes to Chad who then
vaulted over the front garden wall and took a place next to Bob and the
three of them set off at a gentle stroll. They chatted about this and that
until eventually Chad said, "Is there shop that sell beer? I like beer."

"Yes," said Bob. "There's one just a bit further along."

"Ah good! You like beer?

"I do," said Trevor. "But I'm not old enough to drink it. I drink it at
Christmas, that's all"

"Same here," said Bob.

"You want me get you Coke or you want can of beer?"

"Beer, please!" Bob and Trevor spoke as one. Chad laughed and entered the
shop. He emerged with a carrier bag with a six pack and several bags of
crisps.

"Oh, are we having a picnic?" asked Trevor.

"What is picnic?" asked Chad.

"When we eat outside we call it a picnic."

"Ah, I see," said Chad and he said the word in several different ways. "I
like that word pic-a-nic!" They soon reached the park, which was deserted.

"Let's sit on that roundabout," said Trevor and they all sat and set the
roundabout spinning slowly. Chad cracked three cans of beer and handed them
round. They sipped in silence just enjoying the sensation of the gently
spinning device. Every now and again one of them put a foot down and
accelerated the roundabout when it slowed. Bob laid down on his back with
his head toward the centre pivot and his legs hanging over the edge. Trevor
found it difficult to drag his eyes away from Bob's crotch which was
bulging nicely in the snugly-fitting jeans he was wearing. Although he'd
only had one can, the alcohol was going to his head and he felt relaxed and
happy staring at Bob's jeans in the fading light. Bob too was feeling the
effects and many thoughts were pouring through his mind. Chad smelt
wonderful, he thought, totally different to Trevor, but wonderful just the
same. He liked Chad but just at this time he wished he wasn't here because
he wanted Trevor all to himself and he wanted to `bonk him brainless' (one
of Chris's expressions).

Chad and Trevor had copied Bob and they all lay with their legs dangling
and just watching the stars come out.

"What are you smiling at?" Trevor asked Bob.

"Oh, just thinking," Bob replied. "I love this time of day, just as it's
getting dark."

"How you know it get dark?" asked Chad, puzzled.

"I can feel it. The whole atmosphere changes. My Grandma says that the
exact moment the sun disappears is when time stands still. That's how I
know when the sun has gone. I feel time stand still."

"Has the sun gone yet?" Trevor asked.

"No, it's got a while yet."

"You`re weird," Trevor grinned.

"Anyway Chad," Bob said. "Your Auntie told my Mum that you hardly spoke any
English."

"Ah," Chad smirked. "She think I can't, so she look after me nice. I get a
bit better every day and she think I clever!"

"My God, you're crafty!" Trevor laughed.

"What is crafty?"

"Sneaky." Trevor made some arm movements like a snake to emphasize the
point.

"Ah, you have to be sneaky to live in Gdansk."

"Is it bad there?" Bob asked.

"It terrible. No work, no homes. I want come and stay here. My uncle
sponsors me and I cross my toes. I like it here. I make nice friends." He
jabbed Bob playfully in the ribs causing him to splutter and shower crisps
all over the surrounding area and making him cough violently. "And I like
your beer!" he beamed.

"Fingers," said Bob.

"What?" said Trevor.

"Fingers," Bob repeated. "You cross your fingers, not your toes."

"Oh, Bob! Stop it, please."

"Stop what?"

"Being clever. You're being clever again."

"Sorry Trevor. I won't do it again." Trevor smiled and took hold of Bob's
hand and gave it a squeeze. Chad watched this with great interest.

"Hang on," said Bob. "The sun's going down. Just be quiet and listen."
There were a few moments silence as the three teenagers just lay on their
backs and two of them watched the orange orb slip down beyond the horizon.

"Did you feel time stand still?" Bob whispered.

"Er ... no, sorry," said Trevor.

"Not understand", Chad shrugged.

"Me neither really," said Trevor. "You can teach me to feel it another
time, eh."

"Yeah, ok." Bob sounded resigned to the fact that his two friends probably
thought he was quite mad. Just then a mobile phone rang and Bob reached
into his pocket: "Hello Mum. Yes of course I'm all right. In the park,
sitting on the roundabout. Yes, Trevor's here, and Chad. Chad is Mr
Kaminski's nephew. WHAT NOW? Why? We're having a great time. Just
talking. What do you think we're doing? No, I'm not being cheeky. 9
o'clock? Half past please. Please Mum, don't spoil it for me. I know I'm
only 14, but Trevor's nearly 16 and Chad's nearly 17. Half past it is
then. Thanks Mum. See you around ten." And he quickly hung up.

"I think I not the only crafty one here," Chad smiled.

"Any beer left?" Trevor asked. Chad handed them around.

"Drink it slowly. This last one," Chad said. They all sipped their beers
slowly and Chad decided to grasp the nettle.

"So you boys got big love thing going?

Trevor spat his beer out in shock and coughed and sneezed as the beer came
down his nose.

"What did you say?" Bob asked.

"I say you boys, you big in love, yes?"

"What makes you say that?" Trevor asked after regaining his composure.

"I watch you... how you say?... you're... er... how you move."

"Body language," said Bob.

"Da, da, that the thing! Well, I right, yes?"

"Yes. Know first time I see you I they more than good friends, I think!"

"Do you mind?" Trevor asked.

"Why I mind? I got nice boyfriend too, in Gdansk.

"Really," Bob gasped. "Are you serious or teasing us?"

"No, I serious."

"Well, tell us all about him, then." Trevor urged. "We want to know
everything. Start with his name."

"Markus." Bob loved the way Chad spoke this name. He obviously relished
just saying his lover's name. He rolled the "r" and extended the last
syllable until it sounded almost salacious "Marrrrrrkooooooos". Chad smiled
and his eyes took on a distant look as he spoke.

"He 19 and a student. He want be an engineer and he lucky to be at
college. His father throw him out but still pay his college. He not want to
see him ever again because he gay. He live with my parent. They know we gay
but must not be gay. If anyone knows we gay we are stoned out of the town;
maybe killed. That's why I want come here and brings my Markus too."

"How much longer will you be here?" Bob asked.

"Another two week, then I must go home. I not want to go. I miss my Markus,
I sad and happy."

"Do your aunt an uncle know?" asked Trevor.

"Yes, they quite happy and want us to live with them."

"That's really good," grinned Bob. "Come on Chad, give us a hug. It seems
to me that you need one." Chad grabbed Bob and gave him a huge hug and then
Trevor joined in and a big three-way hug was enjoyed by all. When the hug
broke up, Bob said "Come on then we'd better head home and Chad can buy us
some chips on the way!" Chad looked taken aback and laughed out loud.

"Bob, you very crafty boy!" He took Bob's right arm and Trevor took his
left and the happy trio headed off for home.

The giggling trio tumbled in through Bob's front door and Chad tripped over
the mat bringing all three crashing to the floor where they stayed rolling
around in fits of lager-fuelled laughter. The noise brought Chris running
through from the lounge with a cricket bat in his hand. The sight of the
three friends crawling around on hands and knees giggling helplessly
stopped Chris dead in his tracks.

"What the f...?" He checked himself just in time. "It's ok, Mum.  It's only
Bobby, that Trevor and some other kid."

"I am Chad," Chad said as he got to his feet. "You are Graeme, yes?"  He
held his hand out for Chris to shake. Chris looked at him coldly but he
took the proffered hand and he was impressed by the firmness of the grip
and a little trial of strength took place between them before a draw was
silently agreed.

"Pleased to meet you, Chad, but actually my name's Christian. Call me
Chris."

By this time mum had come out from the lounge. "Are you drunk?" she
exclaimed, horrified.

"We only had three teeny, weeny cans." Bob giggled.

"Sorry Mrs. Honeybun," Chad put on a much-exaggerated look of sadness and
regret that even made Chris smile.

"It's 'Honeyball', Chad," Chris corrected.

"Oh, I sorry, Mrs. Honeyball." Chad made a great play of trying to
pronounce the name correctly. "It my error. I buy beer. I like beer,
especially English beer and I share with my friends..." Again the look of
total dejection, sadness and despair. Chris battled with himself to stifle
a laugh.

"It's alright, Chad," mum said. "But Bobby's only 14, he's not used to
beer. Don't do it again."

"Ok, I won't," Chad beamed and he nudged Trevor in the ribs "It mean more
for me next time!"

"Thelma's got her hands full with this one," mum said quietly to herself.

They trooped through into the kitchen and the four boys sat around the
kitchen table and mum made coffee and tea before going back to her TV
programme. She smiled to herself as gales of laughter and ribald comments
drifted through from the kitchen. She could never understand why it was
that when men got together, all they seemed to do was insult each other,
but she liked the idea that Bobby was making friends with sighted people
rather than just the other blind boys at his school. She was happy as well
that Chris was involved. Although he played both football and cricket for
local teams, he didn't really socialize with his team mates much and he had
a reputation as being rather serious; dour almost. Mum worried that for
someone so young, he tended to be very cynical and mistrusting. He and
Bobby were quite close but they never actually did anything together. "It
would be nice for them to have mutual friends," she thought.

Back out in the kitchen, the conversation had died down a bit and there
were long periods of silence as people tried to stay awake. Chad picked up
the local paper that was lying near him and idly browsed through it.

"I want go that place," he said, tapping the paper.

"What place where?" asked Bob.

"You read for me, Trevor. I not read English very good." Trevor took the
paper and started to read it.

"Soho Pride!" he exclaimed and he read out the list of attractions that
were to be on offer there.

"When is it?" Bob asked, excited at the thought of going.

"Next Sunday," replied Trevor. "Shall we go?"

"Yeh!" said Bob. "I'll just go and ask my mum." With that, he ran through
into the lounge.

"Mum, can me, Trevor and Chad go to Soho Pride next Sunday, please?"

"Good Heavens!" Mum exclaimed. "No, you most certainly can't!  Whatever
next?"

"Why?"

"Because you're only fourteen and blind"

"Yeh, but Trevor's nearly sixteen and Chad's nearly eighteen!"  "But
Trevor's only lived in London a week and Chad hardly speaks any English!
And he's got a taste for drink! Do you really think I'd let you go to the
West End with them? No Bobby, you can't go. I'm sorry."

"It's not fair!" Bob shouted and stamped out of the room. "And don't call
me Bobby!" he shouted again as he slammed the door.

"Sounds like bad news," Chris said darkly as the door slammed and they
heard Bob stamping up the stairs as loudly as he could.

"Should I go to him?" Trevor asked Chris.

"Yeh, might be an idea," Chris replied.

As Trevor left the kitchen, Chris said to Chad, "Do you want to make some
more coffees? I'm just going to talk to my Mum." He left the table and went
into the lounge and sat down next to his mother.

"Bob sounds upset," he said.

"I know, but how could I let him go to Soho during a festival with another
boy who's only lived here a week and a drunk who hardly speaks any English?
Even if he could see, I wouldn't let him go. It's too dangerous. Anything
could happen to him. I can't risk it."

"It means a lot to him, you know."

"Why?"

"It was a big thing for him to come out to us, and although I don't like
that Trevor much, they're very happy together. And Chad is not a drunk!"

"No, it's just too risky."

"How about if I took them?"

"Pardon?"

"How about if I took them? It looks like it might be fun."

"Chris, are you, er, well are you gay as well?"

"No, of course I'm not. I just want Bob to have some fun and get a feel of
what happens at these places. And I like Chad. I'd like to show him
around."

"You know he's gay, as well, don't you?"

"Well, I suspected it. How did you know?"

"Thelma told me. She wants him to bring his boyfriend back over here and
live with them."

"Bloody hell," Chris exclaimed. "When's that going to happen?"

"No one knows. It's down to immigration. But soon, I hope. Thelma's a
different woman. She worships the ground he walks on. And watch your
language!"

"So, can I take them to Pride?"

"Oh, I suppose so as long as you promise to look after them."

"Of course I will, thanks Mum." He gave his mum a squeeze and headed back
to the kitchen.

Up in Bob's room, Trevor and Bob sat side by side on the bed. Trevor took
Bob's hand and held it tight and kissed it a couple of times.  "Don't
worry, mate. There'll be other places and things we can do."

"But I want to go THERE! It's where gay people should be. I've just come
out to my family and I want to live a bit of the gay life - find out what
it's all about. It's not fair!" He pushed his bottom lip out and he reached
for some tissues and blew his nose and wiped his eyes.

"Bob, Trevor. Can you come down, please?" Chris called up the stairs.

"What's all the shouting?" Graeme appeared at Bob's door in his pajamas.

"Sorry Gra', didn't mean to wake you", Chris apologized to his youngest
brother.

"What's going on?" Graeme persisted.

"Oh, we've just had a bit of an argument," mum said. "Why don't you go back
to bed?"

"Not tired, anymore!" Graeme set his jaw in a way that made it quite plain
that he was awake and nothing would make him go back to bed until he was
ready.

Mum thought for a while and said, "Alright. Get your dressing gown on and
come down for a while. You come back down as well, Bobby."  The four older
boys resumed their places at the table and Graeme sat on a stool and leaned
on the sink.

"Right then," Chris began. "You can go next Sunday!"

"What?" Bob sat up suddenly and started to wave his arms about in
disbelief. "How come... why... what's happened? Mum said..."

"Hold it, hold it," Chris grabbed Bob's arm before it took his eye
out. "Mum said you could go..." There was a long pause for dramatic
effect. "... as long as I go with you!"

There was a stunned silence before Trevor asked quietly: "And will you?"

"Of course I will. It looks like it might be fun."

"Thanks, Chris," said Trevor.

Bob got up and felt his way to where Chris was sitting and gave him a huge
hug.

"Thanks Chris. You don't know how much this means to me."

"I think I do; now stop strangling me!"

"You're the best brother in the world," Bob whispered into Chris's ear as
he hugged him.

"Alright, don't get carried away or I might just change my mind."  Bob
immediately let him go and sat back down.

After both Chad and a-very-reluctant-to-leave Trevor had gone home, the
three brothers went and said goodnight to their mum and went to bed.

Chad came round most evenings but he knew that sometimes Bob and Trevor
wanted to be alone so on those nights he borrowed some money from his uncle
and went to the pub, so not seeing his two young friends wasn't such a
sacrifice really. And on some nights Chris went with him despite his
mother's disapproval. But he was always home at a reasonable time and he
didn't appear drunk; just rather more jolly than usual and his schoolwork
didn't seem to be suffering so there didn't appear to be a problem.

Trevor and Bob seemed to spend every available minute together. The
respective parents didn't mind as long as schoolwork wasn't affected, but
Trevor's parents weren't at all happy about the nature of the relationship
and confided to Bob's mum that they were sure that it was `just a phase'
and that he would `grow out of it'. But at mum's insistence, they let the
relationship go its own way. If it fizzled out then there was no problem,
but if it got really serious, well then, they would have to cross that
bridge when they came to it. But for now Bob and Trevor enjoyed each other
without parental interference.

On the Wednesday before Pride, Trevor arrived at Bob's late after a game of
rugby. He had a black eye and a few cuts and bruises but he looked flushed
and happy because his team had won and he had scored the winning try. Bob
was delighted when he arrived.

"Ahh!" he said. "You've been playing rugby and you won."

"How do you know?"

"I can tell. I can sense that you're very happy, even happier than you
usually are when we're together. And you smell fantastic! I can smell mud
and soap and hot water, the leather of the ball and the other boys. But
best of all I can smell you - hot and sweaty and glowing!"

"You're amazing." Trevor said in awe. "You're dead right. We won and I
scored the clincher!"

"My hero!" Bob mocked and threw his arms around Trevor's neck. They kissed
long, hard and deep. Bob could feel Trevor's erection sticking into him and
he knew that his dick was in the same situation.

"Bob," Trevor gasped as the clinch broke. "I really, really want to do it
with you tonight. I think we know each other well enough now and you make
me so fucking horny. I just love you so much. I really think it's the right
time."

"I feel the same, Trevor. I love you too and I think I'm as ready as I'll
ever be. Shall we lie down?"

"Ok".

They lay on the bed and with trembling hands they started to explore each
other's bodies. Bob started to feel Trevor's powerful, broad chest and he
slipped his hand under Trevor's sweatshirt and gasped as he reached the
rock hard nipples. Trevor sighed as Bob massaged them and he put a
steadying hand on Bob's.

"Stop, Bob," he said. "You're driving me wild."

Bob chuckled to himself and again locked himself onto Trevor's mouth and
they enjoyed another long hard kiss as Trevor started to remove Bob's
shirt. They sat up and Bob pulled Trevor's sweatshirt up over his head
until it was off. Trevor drunk in Bob's now exposed torso and gently ran
his fingers all over him; his shoulders and chest; his back and his ribcage
that with Bob's skinny build was clearly visible.

"Wow", Trevor said as he explored every contour of Bob's chest, neck and
shoulders. "You are just so beautiful" he continued as he leaned forward to
tickle Bob's nipple with his tongue. Bob drew breath sharply as sensations
he had never before experienced began to course through his body.

He put his hands on Trevor's head and began to massage his skull before
pushing him away.

"I can't... I can't... I can't stand anymore," Bob stammered. "I feel as if
I want to explode. Let's rest for a while." They lay down beside each other
but very soon Bob's hand strayed onto Trevor's chest. He had never felt
anything like it before. The musculature was rock hard and Bob likened the
feel to the marble sculptures he had felt during family outings to
museums. He ran his hand down to the belly button and was surprised to feel
hair there. This fascinated him and he twirled it around with his finger
causing Trevor to giggle. He then traced the `treasure-trail' down towards
the ultimate goal. He expected it to disappear into the waistband of
Trevor's jeans and he was surprised to find the jeans wide open and the
boxers pushed down as far as they would go without revealing their
secrets. Instead, Bob's hand ran into Trevor's very erect dick as it
strained for release from its cotton prison. Both Bob and Trevor gasped at
the moment of contact and Bob's trembling hand began to investigate more
thoroughly. He slowly felt its full length through the material before,
with his mouth as dry as tinder and almost hyperventilating, sliding his
hand under the constricting waistband to get his first real feel of another
boys most personal area.

"My God, oh my God," he whispered. "This is just so fantastic! It feels
just wonderful." Trevor lifted his arse and pushed his clothing down to his
knees before pushing them all the way off. Bob continued to explore and was
amazed at how different Trevor felt to what he could remember of Chris and
how different it felt to himself. He leaned over and licked it gently which
caused Trevor to jump slightly. The taste was fantastic - pure Trevor like
he always tasted when they kissed but 10, 20, 30, times more intense. The
kissing and licking got faster before Bob took him wholly in his
mouth. Trevor began to writh and moan and he stroked Bob's back and neck
before reaching down for Bob's belt and zip. He fumbled for a bit and very
soon Bob's clothes were off and his full glory was revealed to his lover.

"Come over on top of me," Trevor gasped and without releasing Trevor from
his mouth, Bob climbed over so that his dick was over Trevor's face.

Trevor put his hands on Bob's hips and lifted him and positioned him so
that as he lowered him, his dick would slip effortlessly into his
mouth. Bob almost screamed at the sensation of sliding into Trevor's mouth
but the big mouthful he himself was enjoying prevented any sound from
escaping. They stayed in this position for only a few short moments
writhing and thrusting as passion took them over.

"I'm gonna cum!" Bob hissed pulling out of Trevor's mouth. "Oh God, Oh
shit, Oh FUCK" he struggled to keep from shouting at the top of his voice
as he unloaded over Trevor's chest and face.

"Me TOOOOOOO! ... AHHH!" Trevor wasn't able to pull out of Bob's mouth in
time and the first spurt got Bob's tonsils causing him to cough and gag
whilst Trevor unloaded onto his face. They both collapsed totally spent but
euphoric and Bob twisted round so that their faces were together.

They kissed gently and Trevor licked some of his juice off Bob's face.

"Sorry I came in your mouth," he said as he kissed Bob gently.  "It's
okay," Bob said sweetly. "Tasted lovely and felt great." They kissed again
and just lay there enjoying each other's bodies.

"You know, this is the greatest thing that's ever happened to me."  Bob
whispered.

"Me too," Trevor replied. "Nothing I ever did before compared to this. I
love you so much, Bob."

"I love you too, Trevor." Bob snuggled up into Trevor's muscular
hug. "Don't ever leave me, Trevor."

"Why would I leave you?" Trevor sounded surprised.

"I don't know. I just get the feeling that you like Chad."

"What??? I like Chad, of course I do. And yes, he is good looking, and from
what I can tell he's got a dick like a racehorse. But I don't fancy him and
I certainly don't love him. I love you, Bobby-boy. You're my boyfriend. I'm
with you and you're with me. Together, forever and always. You're
everything I want. I'm going nowhere so stop being silly." He squeezed Bob
tight and kissed him long and passionately. Bob smiled to himself and
snuggled even more deeply into his boyfriend's strong arms. Their heads
were touching and Trevor couldn't help chuckling quietly at how wonderful
he felt at this moment. He thought he was beginning to understand what Bob
meant about time standing still. He wished it would. He wanted to feel this
happy and secure for ever.

"Trevor?" Bob half whispered.

"Mmmmmm?" Trevor couldn't be bothered to articulate.

"Don't call me Bobby!"

"Oh fuck off!" Trevor whispered in Bob's ear and they both erupted into a
fit of giggles.

Trevor's eyes flicked open. He couldn't work out where he was. Something
had jabbed him awake from his wonderful dream in which he was sharing a bed
with Bob and, to him, it seemed like they had been having sex all night
virtually continuously. There it was again! "What the fuck?" he thought to
himself and he half sat up and rested on his elbows. He blinked his eyes as
the early morning sunlight started to work its way through the chinks in
the curtains. Then the penny dropped! He was in Bob's bed, with Bob and
they HAD been having sex all night! The jabbing in his side was Bob's early
morning eagerness for another session! Trevor chuckled to himself and
snuggled back down to face his lover. He kissed him on the nose.

"Hello," he giggled.

"Hello," Bob replied and they started to kiss and rub themselves against
one another. Orgasm soon followed although each boy only shot a few drops,
the reservoirs being well and truly drained during the night.

"Come on, lover boys! We're going to London today." Chris's unsubtle wake
up call cut through their reverie.

"SHHHHHHH!" Bob hissed. "Mum'll hear you!"

"Too late to worry about that! All the grunting and humping that was going
on in here all night. I'll bet the Kaminski's could hear you two doors
down! Now up you get and don't forget to stand the sheets up in the corner
before you go."

Chris ducked out of the door to avoid the barrage of flying pillows that
were aimed at him.

"Oh God", said Trevor. "Do you think they could hear us?"

"Don't care if they did. If today's going to be anything like last night,
then we're going to have a wonderful time. My God these sheets are soaking!
How many times did you cum last night?"

"About the same as you I reckon. Although I did knock a couple out while
you were asleep."

"You slag!" Mocked Bob, "Cheating on me already with Mr. Palm and his five
sons!"

"You trying to tell me you didn't?"

"Might have done."

Ah-hahhhhh, thought so!"

"This wet patch is definitely yours though." Bob held up sticky fingers for
Trevor's inspection. "Mines definitely thicker and creamier than this."
"Bollocks!" Trevor launched himself at Bob and a short play fight left them
both breathless and laughing and Bob's bed looking as if it had exploded.

While Trevor showered, Bob mused on what a coup it was to get Mum to allow
Trevor to stop over so that they could get an early start. They
conveniently forgot that Chad had to arrive yet, but it didn't matter,
Trevor got to stay. Mum had insisted on putting a foldaway bed in Bob's
room although she confided to Chris with a deep sigh, that she didn't
expect it to get much use.

They presented themselves for breakfast and when mum had left the room,
Graeme asked "Trevor, did you trap your finger in that foldaway last
night?"

"What?" Trevor looked blank.

"It's just that I thought I heard you yell "Oh Fuck!" a couple of times
during the night." Trevor went bright red and wished the ground would open
up under him. Chris and Bob just exploded in laughter. Trevor just looked
blank again.

"They're taking the piss, Trev. Don't worry" Bob grinned.

"Wankers!" Trevor laughed just as mum came back into the room.  "I beg your
pardon?" She said.

"Er, I was, that is I just said `Thank you for having me."

"That's all right, Trevor. You're welcome." She smiled back and Trevor
breathed a sigh of relief.

The doorbell rang and Chris went to answer it. He came back in to the room
with Chad who was wearing a white tee shirt and a pair of bright orange
shorts which hung much lower on his hips than mum considered to be strictly
decent. She was surprised that Thelma allowed him out looking like
that. Then, of course, Chad was the apple of her eye and he seemed to be
able to do anything he wanted.

"Good morning everyone," he beamed and sat at the table next to Chris.

"Would you like some breakfast, Chad?" mum asked out of politeness.

"Yes please!"

"That was a stupid question," she muttered to herself as she put some more
bacon and sausages under the grill.

"Doesn't your auntie feed you?" Graeme asked.

"Oh yes, but I a growing boy. I always hungry." The others just smiled and
sat and watched as Chad effortlessly and systematically ate every morsel,
almost going as far as scraping the glaze off the plate in order to get the
last of the tomato juice.

"Come on then," said Chris. " Let's go."

"I want to come, too." Graeme complained.

"Next time, maybe." mum said. "We'll go out around the shops a bit later."
The idea that he might be able to persuade his mum to buy him something
expensive as compensation while they were out placated him for a
while. "Wear your dark glasses, Bobby," she continued ,"and take your
telescopic white stick in your pocket and you'd better put your badge on as
well in case you get separated in the crowd."

"Shall I just get `Blind Boy' tattooed on my forehead and carry a big bell,
as well?" Bob grumbled.

"Don't be facetious, Bobby. I'm just concerned. It's your first time in the
city without me."

"I know Mum. I'll be alright. I've got these three looking out for me."

Mum gave Chad a mildly disapproving look and said quietly "Well, two
anyway."

All the goodbyes were said and soon they were sitting in the train bowling
down the Metropolitan Line towards the city centre.

"What that thing?" Chad asked pointing out of the window.

"Oh Man!" Trevor exclaimed. "That's the Wembley Arch. It's the new stadium!
Wow! I didn't know we were so close to it." Trevor then started to reel off
facts and figures about the stadium and how it was his dream to play there
one day.

"Which sport?"

"Don't care," Trevor continued. "I just want to play there!" Bob moved in
closer and snuggled up to his boyfriend, memories of last night still fresh
in his mind. He rested his head on Trevor's shoulder and Trevor put his arm
around Bob and squeezed him gently.

"I love you," he whispered, hoping Chris and Chad who were sitting opposite
and deep in conversation, wouldn't hear.

"Love you too", Bob hissed back.

"Right!" Chris said loudly. "We've got to change at Baker Street. It's
going to be chaos there, really crowded. So Trevor, you look after Bob and
for God's sake don't get lost. I'll navigate `cos it's like a fuckin'
maze."

"What I do?." Chad didn't want to feel left out.

"Just stay close to me and Trevor and make sure you can see all of us at
all times."

"OK, Boss." Chad gave a ridiculously elaborate salute and clicked his
heels. The train pulled into Baker Street.

"Hold me tight, Trevor," Bob said, fear showing in his voice. He'd never
felt a crush like this before and despite Trevor's firm grip on his arm, he
began to think that perhaps he shouldn't be here without his parents.

"Escalator!" Trevor shouted and he guided Bob on to the first step. People
continued to push past them and Bob nearly tumbled as a man with a big bag
on his back pushed past and hit him with the bag.  "You ok?" Trevor asked
concerned.

"Yeh, I'm fine."

"OK, get ready to step off." Once again someone pushed past and Bob lost
his footing completely and fell off the end of the escalator and on to the
floor, bringing Trevor to his knees as well.

"CHRIS! WAIT!" Trevor called. Chris turned around and saw what happened and
he grabbed the man who pushed Bob.

"Why don't you look where you're going, asshole?" he shouted at him,
grabbing his shoulders and shaking him like a terrier shakes a rat. The man
struggled and started to speak in a language Chris didn't understand. Chad
ran over and pushed his way in between them and started to speak to the man
heatedly.

"He say he sorry, "Chad said. "But I call him fuck off cunt, anyway."

"Thanks, was he Polish?

"No he Latvian, but he understand," Chad grinned. Bob had now got to his
feet and was none the worse for his tumble but Chris rounded on Trevor.

"You're supposed to be looking after him you useless fuck!"

"Chris, leave it. I'm ok. It was an accident." Bob spoke to his brother. He
felt close to tears that what should have been a wonderful day was already
going sour. Chris glowered at Trevor and looked at Bob and then at Chad who
was giving him a very strange look indeed; a sort of a cross between shock,
anger and disappointment. This seemed to shock Chris who calmed down as
quickly as he had exploded.

"Ok, I'm sorry Trevor," he said," but try and keep a better grip on him."
They carried on along the tunnel to the Bakerloo Line that would take them
to Piccadilly Circus and thence to Soho.

They climbed the steps from Piccadilly Circus Station and out into the
sunlight. All around them there was music and the smells of exotic foods
cooking.

"Wow, this place is fantastic" Trevor gasped.

"I know the atmosphere is great, I can almost taste it," Bob said as he
tipped his head back and drew in huge breaths through his nose.  They
headed off down Glasshouse Street and turned into Brewer Street making for
Old Compton Street. The smells in the air were getting stronger and the
sounds of music were getting louder as they strolled along. "I've never
seen anything like this before," Trevor gasped. "Have you, Chad?"

"No, we got nothing like this in Gdansk. Maybe in Warscezawa but I never
see. There some beautiful boys here." As he spoke he pulled off his tee
shirt and tied it around his waist.

"What about Markus?" Bob asked.

"Not as nice as Markus! When we live here I bring him and show him like you
show me." He leaned over and gave Bob a kiss.

"Oi, watch it." Trevor said with a smile. "Get your own man."

"I just say thank you, that is all," and he leaned over kissed Trevor as
well.

"Are you going to kiss Chris?" Bob asked mischievously.

"When he had a few drinks." Chad said with a twinkle, then he ran forward
to walk along side Chris who was looking astonished at some of the sights
that confronted him.

The crowds in Old Compton Street were beyond belief and progress was very
slow even at this early hour. Chris and Chad walked in front with Bob and
Trevor very close behind. They soon came to a makeshift stage where a Drag
Queen was entertaining the crowds. Chad pushed his way to the front and
dragged a reluctant Chris with him. Immediately Chad caught the
entertainer's attention.

"Well, well, what have we here? Stripped and ready for action at this early
hour. Why don't you come up here and talk to me?"

Chad made for the steps, still dragging Chris with him who was now the
colour of beetroot. When they were on the stage, Chad called Bob and Trevor
to come up as well.

"Who are Bob and Trevor?" the artiste enquired.

"They my friends, the reason we here."

"I see," the artiste said to Chad," and what's your name and where do you
come from?

"My name is Chad and I from Hhhhharrow". Chad still found "h" sounds
difficult.

"Really? Do they all talk like you in Harrow?"

"No, I from Poland. I stay with my uncle.

"And is this your boyfriend?" She said indicating Chris who was trying to
squeeze down the cracks between the floorboards of the stage.

"Not yet," Chad giggled. "He just my friend but I work on him."

She asked Chris his name but he seemed to be paralyzed. She managed to get
a mumbled "Chris" out of him but realized she was on a hiding to nothing
with him and moved along the line.

"So who are these two?"

"That Bob, Chris's brother Bob and his boyfriend, Trevor."

"Boyfriends!!! Oh how sweet! How old are you sweetie?" she asked Trevor.

"Fifteen"

"Fifteen! How wonderful. How long have you been together?

"About a month."

"Ahhhhhhhh" went the Drag Queen and "Ahhhhhhhh" went the audience. She
moved along to Bob.

"How old are you, Bobby?"

"Don't call me Bobby" Bob said sternly.

"Ooooh, Bob is it?"

"Yes please, and I'm fourteen".

"Fourteen! Only five years younger than me!" This brought jeers and cheers
from the crowd. She looked at Bob and said tactlessly "You can't see me,
can you?"

"No, but I can smell you." Bob shot back without missing a beat.

"I see we've got a live one here. So what do you like doing, Bob?

"Shagging!" Bob said, and it raised a mighty cheer from the crowd.

"Well I guessed that! Anything else?"

"He plays the piano." Trevor interrupted.

"Do you? Do you indeed? We've got a piano thing here. Will you give us a
tune? What do you think audience? Should Bob play for us?"

"Alright", said Bob. "Just a quick one"

"Reminds me of last night!" quipped Trevor, and again a roar from the
crowd. Trevor guided Bob over to where the piano was and sat him down,. He
ran his hands over the keyboard.

"It's shit!" he said. "But I'll have a go."

Bob started off playing the chimes of Big Ben before launching into a
frantic boogie woogie, his hands flying over the notes and his head nodding
in time to the music. Sweat broke out on his brow and people were coming
out of adjacent pubs to see who was playing. The crowd clapped and cheered
their encouragement. Finally Bob finished with a crashing finale and the
crowd went wild. The entertainer just stood and stared open mouthed as
Trevor guided Bob to the front of the stage to take his bow. She finally
regained her power of speech and called out to the Landlord of The Admiral
Duncan who was standing by the stage.

"Reggie, Darling. Give these boys a drink ... on me!"

The four boys trooped off the stage, Chris was fairly glowing with pride at
his little brother's performance. They made for the door of the Admiral
Duncan. The crowd parted to let them through and hands kept patting Bob's
shoulders and ruffling his hair as they passed. They got to the door and
the bouncer stopped them.

"You're too young," he said.

"But we've just been bought a drink," Trevor protested. The bouncer was
just about to reply when Reggie appeared and ushered them all inside.

"Just sit quietly in the corner," he said and took their drink orders.
Chad beamed wider than ever as a pint of beer was placed before him.

"Bob, you go play piano some more so I get more these!" he joked as he
savored his first mouthful. Chris was also enjoying his beer despite
complaining bitterly about how embarrassed he was by being dragged up on
stage. They continued to talk and joke and decided to carry on down Old
Compton Street to Charing Cross Road and then walk back down to Piccadilly
before deciding where to eat. They drained their glasses and left the
pub. Again they walked with Chris and Chad in front and Bob and Trevor
close behind.

"Bloody hell, Bob!" Trevor hissed as quietly as he could over the noise of
the festival.

"What?" Bob hissed back.

"They're holding hands!"

"Who?"

"Chad and Chris!"

"Fuck off, Trev." Bob laughed incredulously.

"They are, honest! Come on speed up a bit and we'll get really close so
that you can touch them."

They did speed up and Trevor guided Bob's hand so that he grasped both Chad
and Chris's hands. He quickly made a thorough inspection and smiled at his
brother's efforts to break away, but Chad was having none of it and he
clung on to Chris's hand like his life depended on it. Chris finally gave
up his struggle and let Bob check out his holding Chad's hand.

"Does this mean I've got a sister? Bob laughed.

"No I just ... I don't know but ..."

"He just, how you say it? He just get carried away." Chad came to Chris's
rescue.

"Swept along with the atmosphere?" Trevor asked.

"Yeh, sort of. Something like that"

They came to where Old Compton Street forks and they took the right hand
way out into Charing Cross Road.

Suddenly a youth barged into Chad and he was spun around and then he
collapsed holding his stomach. Trevor immediately ran off after the youth
leaving Bob feeling bewildered.

"My wallet" Chad gasped. "They steal my wallet, my money my papers they
steal!"

"Stay with Bob!" Chris shouted and he too ran off in pursuit. Bob felt a
rising panic. He couldn't feel or hear any of his companions. He had no
idea where he was. "TREVOR, CHRIS, CHAD" he shouted.

"OK Bob, I here." Chad gasped. "I hurt but ok." Chad reached out and took
Bob's hand and he started to relax. Chad explained what happened as he got
to his feet.

Meanwhile the crowds had prevented the mugger getting too far ahead and
Trevor was able to get close enough to launch a very impressive flying
rugby tackle and bring the boy crashing to the pavement. The mugger
struggled manfully and even tried to bite Trevor but a few seconds later
Chris arrived and grabbed him by his hooded shirt and dragged him to his
feet.

"Punch my mate and nick his wallet, would you? I'll show you nicking," and
he shook the boy violently "Give it back!" a few more shakes. "Give it
BACK!"

"Alright, alright, don't hit me!" He sounded like he was going to cry. But
Chris had lost his temper and was set to hit him hard.

"CHRIS! STOPPIT! For God's sake." Trevor shouted. Chris pulled back at the
last minute.

"Just give me the wallet," Chris said menacingly. The mugger reached inside
his jacket and handed Chris the wallet. Trevor pushed the boy's hood off so
they could see him properly.

"My God! How old are you?"

"Fourteen."

"Bloody hell." Chris was shocked at the boy's undernourished, sallow
appearance and his dirty greasy blond hair. "What do you steal for?"

"I'm hungry"

"Why?"

"I live on the street. I ain't got no home."

"Why not?"

"Keep yer nose out." The lad started to get surly.

"Ok, look," Chris reached in his pocket and brought out a five pound
note. "Go get yourself a burger."

"Yeh? Thanks mate!" and the boy ran off.

"You old softee," Trevor teased as they walked back to Bob.

"Not a word to anyone, you hear?" Chris replied. "And by the way, that was
some tackle you pulled back there."

"Thanks" Trevor said modestly.

They got back to Bob and Chad and the wallet was found to be intact and
they wandered off down Charing Cross Road to enjoy the rest of their day
without further incident.



It was a lovely warm summer morning and unusually the three Honeyball
brothers were all at home at the same time. They decided to do something
that they hadn't done for a long time; they went into the garden and played
catch. Their mother watched them from the window and mused that she
wouldn't be surprised if this was the last time she ever heard the
expression "Comin' at cha". They were all growing up so fast and already
Chris had decided not to go on the family holiday this year and it seemed
likely that ball games in the garden would soon be a thing of the past as
well.

She smiled as voices were raised as minor spats were settled with a quick
rough and tumble and the indignant shouts soon turned to giggles. Suddenly
they stopped playing and headed for the house. Mum ducked away from the
window not wanting them to know that she was watching them. They all
trooped in and attacked the fridge looking for refreshments. The clinking
of glasses was soon replaced by the sounds of drinks being gulped down and
lips being smacked. The doorbell rang and Bob, expecting Trevor, banged his
glass down and ran to the door.

He opened the door and opened his arms wide and shouted; "Come on you sexy
beast! Give us a snog!"

"Oh hello Bobby, is your mother in?" an unexpected voice asked. Bob stood
agape and frozen to the spot, wishing the ground would open up and swallow
him. He was conscious of his mouth opening and closing wordlessly as his
mind raced looking for an escape from this embarrassment.

"Oh hello Mrs Kaminski. Please come in." Then he shouted "MUM,
MRS. KAMINSKI'S HERE." He showed the visitor into the lounge and said
quietly to her "I'm sorry about that, I thought you were someone else."

"I rather thought you did," and she gave his shoulder a reassuring squeeze.

Mum appeared and she asked Bob to make her and her visitor some tea. Thelma
looked aghast.

"You let Bobby make tea?"

"Of course."

"Aren't you afraid he'll burn himself?"

"Not any more. He knows what he's doing. Anyway, it's nice to see you. What
brings you round?" Thelma's face dropped.

"He's gone," she said.

"Who?"

"Chad. He caught a plane last night."

"I thought he was here for another week, at least."

"He was going to be, but we got a call from his mother. Markus has been
attacked and quite badly hurt and he was asking for Chad."

"That's awful. Do you know how he is?"

"No, he hasn't rung."

Bob brought the tea in and mum told him to tell Chris that Chad had gone.

"I do envy you your boys," Thelma continued, wiping her eyes and staring
off into middle distance. "We never had any. George wanted to but I wanted
to run my business. Then I became ill and lost the business and by then it
was too late. I know we are comfortable but I wish I'd gone along with
George. That's why I loved having Chad here. You know I actually used to
like finding his socks down the back of the sofa and even his underpants
shoved down behind the radiators. I miss him so much already."

"He's a lovely lad," mum bit her tongue. "I'm sure he'll be back soon,
perhaps with Markus as well."

"I hope so. Well, I've taken up enough of your time. Thank you for the tea
and I'll let you know what happens."

Trevor did eventually arrive and they went straight up to Bob's room. After
the usual preliminary kisses, hugs and gropes, Bob sat down and told Trevor
the news. They discussed it for a few minutes and eventually came to the
conclusion that yes, they'd both miss him and they were sure he would be
back as soon as he was ready and in the meantime let's have some sex.

Bob virtually leapt on Trevor knocking him flat on his back on the bed, He
slid his hands up under Trevor's shirt and kissed his neck
passionately. Trevor eventually got his bearings and started to pull Bob's
shirt up over his head. They were both eventually naked and both as hard as
iron. Bob was like a madman as he sucked as kissed and massaged every part
of Trevor's body.

"Stop! Stop!" Trevor gasped.

"What's up? Bob asked breathless and puzzled. "Don't you want it?"  "Course
I do. It's just that ... I want to fuck you."

Bob stopped dead in his tracks. Still puzzled but now shocked.

He asked quietly, "Like a girl?"

"Like a boy."

"I've never done anything like that before. It'll hurt, won't it?"

"I don't know. All I know is that I want to be inside you. Like we're
joined together.

Bob was still understandably nervous and his erection was fading fast.  "Do
you know what to do so that you won't hurt me?"

"I think so. I've seen it in books and stuff."

"Don't you need grease and stuff?"

Trevor giggled. "K.Y. is the stuff and I've got some in my pocket."

"Got it all planned, then" Bob said wryly. "Where did you get it?"

"The chemist's. Yeh, I thought the time would come when we'd need it. So I
thought I'd get prepared"

Bob's hand wandered over Trevor's chest and belly as he thought things
through. His hand wandered down and found Trevor was still rock hard. A
smile came to his lips and he felt himself hardening as he fingered
Trevor's rock hard prick.

"Ok," he said. "But you must promise to stop if I ask you to."

"Of course." Trevor leaned forward and kissed Bob passionately. Bob
responded in kind and their tongues danced together as hands and fingers
caressed, massaged and teased their bodies.

"Ok," Bob gasped I'm ready. How do you want me?"

"On your back." Bob complied and Trevor lifted his legs up to reveal Bob's
tightly closed, puckered hole. He stroked it with his finger, causing Bob
to giggle. The giggles became gasps as Trevor's finger worked its way
inside the tightly shut opening.

"OW, that's cold!" Bob squeaked as Trevor administered the lube to Bob's
arse.

"Sorry," Trevor said, barely above a whisper. Bob gave a sharp intake of
breath as Trevor inserted a second finger. "How's that feel?" he
asked. "Weird, but ok."

"Ok, I'm going for it." Trevor manoeuvered himself closer and put Bob's
ankles on his shoulders as he gently pressed his lube covered dick against
Bob's sphincter. There was resistance at first, then suddenly he was in!
They both gasped in unison and Bob writhed at the sensation. Trevor
continued to push and he disappeared little by little inside his
lover. When he was almost there he dropped down so that his hands were on
the bed either side of Bob's head.

"Ok?" Trevor asked.

"Ok, just go gently when you start." Trevor started slow, gentle thrusts,
then very gradually speeded up. Bob started to push back involuntarily at
Trevor and this lifted Trevor to an even greater feeling of elation. Bob
moaned and writhed as Trevor got faster.

"Drop on to your elbows and kiss me!" Bob commanded. Trevor obeyed and
Bob's legs wrapped around his waist. They kissed hard and
passionately. Trevor could feel Bob's dick digging into his stomach as he
worked.

"I'm going to come!" Trevor gasped "You want me to pull out?"

"No. Fill `er up," Bob replied as he felt himself approaching his
climax. Trevor gave a mighty thrust and he unloaded deep inside his
lover. At the same time Bob unloaded between them. Trevor pulled out slowly
and carefully then rolled off Bob and lay beside him, their bodies touching
in as many places as possible. After a few moments Trevor was alarmed to
see that Bob was crying.

"Shit, Bob. Dd I hurt you? I'm really sorry. I'll never ask you to do that
again I promise."

"No it's all right, you didn't hurt me."

"Then why are you crying?"

"I don't know." Trevor was puzzled as Bob continued. "It's just that I feel
so wonderful and happy like I'm never going to be sad ever again. When you
were doing me there was so much going on in my head I couldn't control
it. I left my body and I felt I was someone else. It was wonderful
Trevor. And it was you that made it happen. I never want to forget this
day."

"Me neither." Trevor was almost gurgling with pride and delight, and they
lay together until they both fell into a light, refreshing sleep.


Ray Honeyball was due back from his business trip on Friday and mum had
scheduled the party for Saturday. She thought it would be nice if the party
served not only to welcome the Summers to the neighbourhood, but also to
welcome Ray back from what had been a very long and difficult business
trip. As the Friday approached, the boys were getting more and more
excited, not only at the prospect of seeing their father again after so
long but also the anticipation as to what presents he had brought them. Bob
was particularly looking forward to introducing Trevor to his father, but
he also had trepidations about how his father would react to the nature of
their friendship, although he knew that his mother had explained things to
Ray on the telephone and she assured Bob that Ray had reacted with
surprise, but wasn't concerned about it as long as Bob was happy.

When Ray's taxi pulled up outside the house, the three brothers bounced out
of the house like puppies released from a pen. They ran around the car
pulling at the doors, trying to get to their father. Certainly if they had
tails they would be wagging at top speed. They all talked at once as Ray
loaded them up with suitcases and bags and paid the fair. He was swept up
the path on a wave of adolescent adrenalin to the front door where mum was
waiting quietly for him. Presents were handed out. An Ipod for Chris, a
talking watch with myriad gadgets no blind person should be without for
Bob, and a collection of games available only in the States for Graeme. And
thoughtful man that he is, he bought a signed American football for Trevor.

Trevor was very nervous about coming round that evening. The thought of
meeting Bob's father was very daunting for him. He was overjoyed by the
football and after some initial awkwardness, everything returned to
normal. Trevor and Bob just played around that evening, Trevor was still
not comfortable with having full sex with Bob while his father was
there. Bob understood and thought that he was right.

The night of the party had arrived and the drink was flowing and the music
was playing and everyone was enjoying themselves. Ray had elected himself
`keeper of the music' and so seventies rock ballads was the predominant
theme. This didn't sit well with young Graeme who was looking for an
opportunity to slip one of his Beyonce albums on. He saw his moment and in
seconds Beyonce was blasting out of the stereo system. This wasn't enough
for Graeme and he slowly turned up the volume until people had to speak
louder to be heard. Trevor and Bob had been allowed to drink beer for the
evening and were feeling rather fancy-free. They were having a silly
conversation about what they liked about each other and Trevor finished it
off by shouting "YOU ONLY LOVE ME FOR MY COCK!" just as Ray turned off the
music. A hush descended on the room.

"Get me out of here!" Bob hissed.

"I can't."

"Why not?"

"I'm frozen to the spot!"

Just then the doorbell rang and Graeme went to answer it. A few seconds
later he came back. "Dad, you'd better come."

Ray went out and was surprised to find a policeman and a man in a very
smart suit and a briefcase.

"Are you Mr. Honeyball?" The policeman asked.

"I am. What's happened?"

"Nothing sir. We're looking for a Mr. George Kaminski."

Ray called George through and after he had identified himself the policeman
asked another question. "Do you know a Giantarias Kaminski, sometimes known
as "Chad"?

"Yes, of course. He is my nephew. Look, what has happened? Is he alright?

"I just have another couple of questions then everything will be
explained." The policeman cleared his throat and continued, "Do you also
know a Markus Jakowiec?"

"Yes. He's my nephew's...er... friend." The man in the suit then spoke for
the first time. "Do you mean boyfriend, by any chance?"

"Yes, that is what I mean. Look, where are they? What is happening."

"They are under police guard outside in the car."

"WHAT? Bring them in now, please!"

"All in good time sir. My name is Gerald Farrier and I am from The
Department of Immigration, by the way. They were picked up at Heathrow
because Mr. Kaminski didn't have his papers. He said he rushed away and
left them at your house. Is this true?

"Yes it is, but I thought he had his papers. But he is a scatterbrain so it
would not surprise me if he left them."

"Are you prepared to sign that you'll ensure that these two young men will
be living in your house and that you will be responsible for their good
behavior?"

"Yes, of course. Can I see them?"

"In a moment, sir. If you could sign here, please. And here, and here, here
and here." He turned over a page. "And here, here, here and here. Good,
thank you sir. Constable, will you bring the two young gentlemen in
please?"

Chad and Markus appeared at the door looking very disheveled and unhappy
but what shocked George the most was that they were handcuffed together.

"Constable! Remove those cuffs immediately." Gerald Farrier was not
happy. "Very well, sir I'll leave this paperwork with you and you will hear
from us soon. Goodnight."

George gave Chad a long, long hug, and Markus too. "Your aunt is in
there. Go on; make an entrance."

The living room door crashed open and there stood Chad. "Hello. I back. Any
beer for me?"

"CHAD!" shrieked Thelma, leaping out of her chair with a speed and agility
that belied a woman of her age and girth. She leapt on him smothering him
with kisses.

"What's going on?" asked Bob.

"Chad's back," said Trevor.

"Well, I worked that one out."

"I think Markus is with him, but Thelma's climbing all over him so I can't
see properly."

"At least we're off the hook, anyway."

"Yeh, thank God. Look out. George has pulled Thelma off Chad. He's
introducing Markus. They're standing arm in arm like we do!"  "What's he
like?

"Well, he's very tall."

"Tall as Chris?"

"Yeh, easily, and he's very thin. Not as skinny as you, though."
"Bollocks! What's his face like?"

"Very round. He's quite nice looking though. Brown hair a bit wavy and
quite long. He has got quite a big nose."

"Big as yours?"

"Bollocks! Come on let's go and say hello"

As Chad introduced Markus to everybody it was plain that they were very
much in love and they held hands or linked arms all the time.

>From a vantage point in the corner, Chris watched the proceedings quietly,
and before they got round to speaking to him, and unseen by anyone, he
slipped away up to his room and locked the door.

The End