Date: Mon, 10 Apr 2017 08:11:17 +0000 (UTC)
From: c m <nesteuk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The hockey boys, Mark and me, part 5

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Mark and me - part 5


	I don't remember much about that journey home. I must have answered
their questions OK, but I was on autopilot.

      Once home, I took my stuff upstairs and sat on the bed. I guessed now
was as good a time as any. I went downstairs. Mum and Dad were both in the
kitchen.

      'Mum, Dad,...there's something I need to tell you.'

      'Sounds ominous. is there something wrong?'

      'No...no...anything but, really. It's just...it's just...I'm gay.'

      There I had said it. Now for the storm. Mum sat down and looked at
Dad. He smiled at me.

       'Well, Chris. I can't say that this is a total surprise. You are
seventeen and, biased though your Mum and I may be, you are an extremely
good looking young man. But one who has never really had a girlfriend or
shown much interest in girls. You've done quite a good job of hiding it,
but it's something your Mum and I have talked about. At least as one of the
possibilities. Is it what we wanted to hear? No. But we are fine with
it. We love you, and you can only be who and what you are - and we are
proud of you.  We will support you as far as we can. It won't be easy for
you - even in today's more enlightened world.'

      By now I was crying hopelessly. They weren't angry. They weren't even
very surprised. They loved me. They were proud of me. Dad came and put his
arms round me, and then Mum joined him.

      'No need for tears. This must have been very hard for you. And I'm
sure you feared the worst - though you never needed to. You are courageous
along with all your other gifts.  Like I say, we are proud of you.'

      I just looked at them, the tears still coursing down my face. 'Thank
you. Thank you so much. I love you both so much.'

      As he held me, Dad asked, quietly, 'Has this got anything to do with
a boy called Mark?'

      I nodded. Then snapped out of his arms. 'But it's not his fault. He
didn't make me gay.  He just showed me what I am.' I was suddenly very
frightened.

      `Hey, hey Chris...it's OK...I was never meaning to suggest that. Mum
said he seemed like a very nice boy. And you've been friends for a while I
think.'

      'Yes...it just...turned into more. I had feelings for him that
weren't like anything I'd felt before...and he felt the same about me. It
just happened, Dad.'

      'It's OK. Do his parents know?'

      'Yes...they've been so kind to me these last few days. See...Mark
knew he was gay at thirteen and told his parents back then. They are so OK
with it - though they wanted to make sure that I wasn't some big bully who
had seduced their little boy.'

      'I'm sure it wasn't like that.'

      'No, it wasn't and they know that and they are happy for both of
us. They said for you to phone them if you wanted to know how they felt
about it.'

      'That was nice of them. Chris...we are OK...very OK...with you being
gay, and if you've found someone you care about and who cares about you
then that sounds great. We look forward to meeting Mark properly some
time. Sometime soon I hope.'

      'Can he come to stay?'

      'If his parents say yes, then certainly'

      I smiled for the first time since I'd left Mark. 'Thank you.'

      'Umm...I know this may sound crass, but maybe now is the time to ask
as we are discussing it...are you and Mark...that is...do you and Mark...'

      'Sleep together?'

      Sod it, I'd come this far. Might as well finish the job.

      'Yes. Are you OK with that?'

      'You're seventeen Chris and I think you are old enough to make your
own decisions about that. If he comes to stay, may we have some time to
think about...sleeping arrangements? What happened at Mark's house?'

      I told them and they listened.

       'Let us think about it. I appreciate Mark's
parents...practical...approach, but if it was a girl I don't think we'd be
comfortable with you sleeping together under our roof - and I daresay her
parents wouldn't either. The practicalities of your relationship are
different but the principle isn't. We need to think about it.'

      I was going to protest, but I realised that they had been
unbelievably good - beyond my wildest dreams - in coping with the fact that
their one and only son was gay. I was sure that when they had met Mark they
would feel differently anyway - and if they didn't, well, it would be hard
to stop us sneaking into one another's beds - and impossible to stop us
fucking each other's brains out during the day when they were both out at
work.

      'That's OK, Dad, I understand. But can we talk about it again?'

      'Of course. Now, I expect that there is someone you'd like to phone.'

      A big smile crept across my face. 'Yes...oh yes...may I? And can I
invite him to stay?'

      'Yes - if his parents say so, but check any dates with your mother
first.'

      'Thank you. Woohoo!'

      I rushed off to the phone and dialled. It was picked up on the second
ring.

      'Mark Taylor'

      'It's me. Chris'

      'Chris! You're home. How's things?'

      'Well, I've just told my parents I'm gay. It didn't quite go as I
thought.' I kept my voice level.

      'Oh God, they didn't get angry with you did they? Are you OK Chris,
tell me you are?'

      'It didn't go as I thought because...they were amazing!'

      'Ohhhhhhhhh Chris, Chris, Chris...I'm so happy.  I knew it would be
alright. I told you so! I told you so! What happened?'

      I told him in as much detail as I could remember. And best of
all....you are invited to stay!'

      'Really? Really?? Oh...my...god. It's perfect.'

      'Almost perfect'. I told him about the sleeping arrangement hurdle.

      'Sod that. We can be together. We can have sex during the day if
necessary. Oh Chris, I am so happy and so excited.'

      'Get some dates together and I'll check them with Mum. They suggested
the week after next would be OK if that suits you - and your parents of
course.'

      'I'll check now. Call you back soon.'

      'OK'

      I put the phone down and headed back to the kitchen.

      'He's going to call back with some dates when he's checked with his
parents'.

      I went over and kissed Mum and then Dad.

      'Thank you both for being....being so...great.'

      'We love you and we want you to be happy - and safe. That's all. When
he calls back, do you think I might have a word with his mother?'

      'Err...yes...I'm sure you could. Is there any reason why?'

      She looked at me. 'She and I have both got to deal with our only sons
having their first relationship. That's not easy. And it's a gay
relationship. Given that they've known about Mark being gay for four years,
I could use some tips.' She smiled. 'If that's OK?'

      I smiled. 'Yeah Mum...sorry. Of course it's OK.' I reckoned that
talking to Mrs. Taylor might just be the best thing that could happen - for
Mum and for me.

      Mark called back about fifteen minutes later to say that the week
after next was fine.  His parents were happy for him to stay for four
nights if that was OK with my parents. I told him that my mother would like
a word with his and he went off to get her.

      'Hello? Fiona Alexander here, Chris' Mum...oh, how kind of you to say
so, well, we're pretty fond of him ourselves'. She shooed me away and I
didn't catch any more of the conversation.

      When she came back to the kitchen, she said 'Well, Chris, that's all
arranged. Mark will come here in time for lunch a week on Sunday and his
parents will pick him up again the following Friday afternoon.'

      Better and better. Five nights.

      'You obviously made something of an impression on Mrs. Taylor - and
her husband.  They have clearly already taken you into their hearts. We
also had a very helpful conversation about having a gay son. She is clearly
a very intelligent and caring woman. She was also at pains to point out
that you and Mark appeared to have a thoroughly healthy relationship -
based on a lot of things other than physical attraction - or perhaps I
should say as well as physical attraction. She was very open about sex as
well.'

      I looked pained. 'Oh Mum...you didn't talk about sex. Please tell
that me you didn't talk about sex with my boyfriend's mother?'

      'Boyfriend? Well I suppose he is. I shall have to get used to that
term, and yes, we talked about sex, and you may have cause to be
grateful. I have things to discuss with your father.'

      'Noooooooo...it gets worse. You can't talk about gay sex with Dad.'

      'I'm sure he'll find it all most illuminating. Now, why don't you
bring down any dirty washing and we'll get it in the machine.'

      I fled upstairs. This was one weird day. Pretty good overall, but
definitely one of the weirder ones.

      The next day I called Mark. We agreed that neither of us would jerk
off until we met a week on Sunday. This turned out to be harder than I had
thought. The first two days were easy - my bits had been sore and achy -
but after four days not only were they fully restored but my head was full
of Mark - and when my head was full of Mark my bits clamoured for
attention.  I called Mark the following Sunday. Before I could say a word
he said,

      'Chris, I don't know about you, but I'm not sure I can go another
week without a wank.  My cock is fit to bust'.

       'I know the feeling. I'm desperate. I get hard every time I think of
you - which is pretty much all the time.'

      'Are we allowed one relief wank...just one? '

       'I think we should cut ourselves some slack. One
wank. Tonight. Let's lie in bed and think of each other and do it at the
same time.'

      'Cool. Eleven o'clock tonight?'

      'Perfect...and I can't wait to see you next Sunday.'

      'Me either. I love you Chris.'

       'You too.'



	 What followed felt like the slowest week in history. The days
seemed to lengthen and Sunday approached at a snail's pace. Even my best
friend James started to get fed up with my moaning.

      'Chris, we've known each other forever. I've never seen you like
this. What the hell is up? Are you OK?'

      Should I tell him? Could I tell him? I'd never heard him say anything
disrespectful about gays - not that it was exactly a regular topic of
conversation - and James was a genuinely nice and caring friend.  We played
squash together and went swimming together so we'd seen each other naked in
the showers many times. If I told him would he be disgusted?  Would he
think he could never be naked in my presence again. Would it cost me his
friendship?  I figured if it did, I had misjudged him. And when Mark came
to visit he would have to know anyway. I screwed up my courage.

      'Yeah, James. There is something up. I need to tell you something. I
hope it doesn't change things between us. It's just...I'm gay.'

      James looked at me. 'Well that's hardly news. I've assumed you were
gay for ages. I never said anything because you didn't ever bring it up. It
wasn't for me to enquire into your sexuality. Mate - girls swoon as you
walk past and you never even notice. Makes no difference to me.'

      'And you were never worried about...being naked with me?'

      'Why would I be? You're my friend. I don't assume gay guys look at
all other guys as sex objects. And why would you fancy me anyway? You're
the golden boy I'm just Joe Average.'

      'This is amazing. I told my folks and they are OK with it. Now my
best friend says he assumed it anyway and is cool with it. Do you know how
worried I've been?'

      'It's natural. But you are a really nice bloke. You're kind. You're
generous. You make me laugh. We have fun together. None of that has
anything to do with whether you prefer to stick your cock in a guy or a
girl. But what's made you realise you are gay right now?'

      I took a deep breath, and I told him about Mark. About how it started
and about how it was now. Not the details of course. Just about how he made
me feel and how he had made me realise and accept what I was.

      'Sounds like a good guy. When do I meet him?

      'Next week if you want - he's coming to stay.'

      'Cool. I'd love to meet him - if you have time between fucking his
brains out... I assume you ARE fucking his brains out?'

      'James Taverner! That is a thoroughly inappropriate suggestion.'

	He just sat there looking at me, eyebrows raised.

      'Oh, alright, yes, we fuck...amongst other things.'

      'Ack...too much information. But I'm delighted for you. You deserve
to be happy, Chris.' He smiled mischievously, 'Ummm...can I watch?'

      'Why you little perv...' and before we knew it we were wrestling on
the floor, laughing and punching and kicking, each trying to get on top of
the other.

      'Me a perv? I'm not the one who's sticking his cock in another boy's
bottom'.

      'Take that back... '

      'Make me...'

       It wasn't your looks that stopped me propositioning you, it was your
tiny cock...'

      'It's bigger than yours...'

      'In your dreams'.

      Eventually I won, and had James pinned down as I straddled his waist,
my hands around his wrists pinning them behind his head. We were both
panting as I looked down at his face.

       'Hah, gay boys 1, straight boys 0'. I looked into his eyes. 'Thanks
for being such a good friend, James.' I let go of my grip and rolled off
him.

      'Friends like you don't come along often, Chris. I couldn't care less
if you are gay or not. But not everyone feels that way. Be careful. And if
anyone ever starts to give you grief, you tell me, OK?'

      I nodded. 'Thanks, James.'

      So that was another hurdle crossed.

      When next Sunday eventually came round, I wandered down to breakfast
rather late.  Most Sundays I probably wouldn't have bothered at all, but I
had hardly slept in anticipation of Mark's arrival later that morning.

      'Morning, Chris,' said my father, looking over the top of his
paper. 'Sleep well?'

      'Hardly at all, since you ask,' I replied, as I tore the end off a
croissant.

      'Anticipation, huh?'

      I nodded.

      'Well, I'm pleased you're down here, there's something we need to
talk about.'

      I looked up, worried. 'There's nothing wrong is there?'

      'No...but we need to discuss sleeping arrangements.' My heart sank.

      'Your mother and I have been talking about it. She obviously had a
very...thorough...chat with Mark's mother. We talked about it for a long
time, but the upshot is....we've decided that, if you want him to, and if
he wants to, he can share your room.'

      I looked at him. I could hardly believe what I'd heard. I shook my
head in amazement and jumped up and gave him a kiss.

      'Thank you so much, Dad...really. That means so much to me - and
Mark.'

      'Enough with the kissing. Oh, but apparently I have to tell you that
you are responsible for washing the sheets.'

      'Daaaaaaaaad'. I saw a smile playing around his lips as he went back
to the paper.

      I had been so sure that Mark would have to use the guest room, that I
had put all sorts of stuff in there. After I had finished breakfast, I went
upstairs and took it all back into my room. Then I showered, carefully and
thoroughly to ensure I was all ready and waiting for Mark. I even squirted
on a spray of the Eau Sauvage that my aunt had given me for my birthday
('It's the perfect fresh fragrance for a nice young man like you'). She was
right. I liked its citrussy smell.

      Two hours have never passed so slowly.

      They arrived almost exactly on the dot of noon. I went out and shook
hands with Mark's parents and then gave Mark a huge hug. 'Oo...you smell
nice' he said.

      I showed them inside and introduced them to my parents. My mother
said 'Why don't you take Mark upstairs and he can unload his bag.'

      Good old Mum. She knew we both desperately wanted to say hello to
each other properly - even the bag of his I wanted to unload wasn't the one
my mother had meant. As we almost ran upstairs I could hear Mark's mother
saying what a lovely house it was.

      'So where am I sleeping?'

      'With me - if you want.'

      'Of course I want...but your folks are OK with it?'

      'Whatever your Mum told my Mum seems to have been the turning
point. They have been really cool about everything since I told them.'

      Once inside my room, I pulled him into my arms, kicked the door shut
behind me and kissed him. His lips and tongue were all over me, and then he
had my back against the door and he was scrabbling with my belt and my zip.

      'We don't have time for this Mark'.

      'We bloody well do. I've been dreaming about you non-stop and I can't
wait a second more.'

      Before I knew it my trousers were around my ankles and he had pulled
my briefs down around my knees. My raging erection sprang out and then his
mouth was on it. He sucked me hard and fast. I was so, so ready for him I
don't think I lasted as much as a minute before I erupted into his mouth. A
week's worth. He gagged and swallowed but some still leaked out around his
mouth. I could see his eyes watering as he struggled to keep up with the
flow that seemed to pour out of me. Then it was over. He licked all around,
then sat back.

       'Fuck, I've been wanting to do that ever since you left. And you
nearly drowned me by the way – it was like Mount Vesuvius going off.'

      ' I have no doubt that you will do the same to me' I said, pulling
him to his feet and then switching places. If anything, he lasted even less
time than me.  His juice was dripping down my chin by the end, which Mark
thoughtfully caught in his hand before it went all over my shirt.

      'Welcome back'. I smiled at him. 'We better go wash our faces then
get back downstairs.'

      If either of our sets of parents noticed that we were a little
flushed, or noticed the unnatural brightness in our eyes as we returned,
they didn't say anything.

      Mum had prepared a lovely lunch of roast chicken followed by a
rhubarb crumble which seemed to go down well with everyone. Both sets of
parents seemed to get on extremely well with each other and as they
prepared to sit down with coffee, they let Mark and me leave them to it.

      We headed for my room and lay down next to each other on the
bed. 'They really seem to like each other, don't they, Chris?'.

      'Yeah...they really do. It's so good. Makes everything easier.'

      'So, my little sex bomb, what have you got planned for us this week -
other than lots and lots of sex?'

      'Tart.'

      'Yeah...but you love me for it.'

      He rolled onto one arm and kissed me. I pulled him onto me.

      'I do. And judging from that lump I can feel in your trousers, you
want to start right now.'

      He wriggled himself against me.

       'And it would appear that you do too'.

      'You bet...but I think we better wait until your folks have
gone. Would be too embarrassing to be called down to say goodbye if we were
in the middle of...enjoying ourselves.'

      'Hmmmm...ok...you're right - as usual.' He rolled off me.

      'So...do I get to meet your friends?'

      'Oh yeah, I forgot to tell you. I came out to my best friend James
last week and he's looking forward to meeting you?'

      'You did? Wow. How did that go?'

      'He told me he had assumed I was gay for ages! He was really nice
about it. He couldn't care less...he was just happy for me.'

      'See...I TOLD you everything would be OK. And that's great. Umm, is
he sexy?'

      'You really are a little tart, Mark Taylor. And well, he is kind of
good looking I suppose - but he's straight.'

      'So what do you and he do?'

      'We hang out, we play squash together, go swimming sometimes. Usual
stuff.' A thought crossed my mind. 'Do you play squash?'.

      'Nope...you could teach me though.'

      'OK...come and watch and you can have a go. We often go for a swim
after - I don't suppose you brought a cozzie?'.

      Mark shook his head.

      'Never mind, I've got a couple of spares - they should fit you OK.'

      'Cool...oh, and talking of friends, Steve sends his regards.'

      I propped myself up on one elbow and looked at Mark.

      'You know Mark, things aren't the same as they were ten days ago. Not
in a bad way, in a good way. I've come out to my parents and to my best
friend both of whom have been great. Our parents have met, and they like
each other - and they like us. They are happy we are together - they are
even happy to let us sleep together. Your friends have met me and know I'm
gay and that we are a couple. Soon James will have met you. All of a
sudden, we don't have to worry that each time we see each other or each
time we make love that it might be for the last time or that we have to
hide what we are doing from our family or friends.'

      'I know. It's wonderful isn't it? We are going to have to face the
fact that school is not going to be easy, but like you say, in nine months
you'll be done with school and then even that will no longer be a
problem. Guess we'll have to deal with our wank-buddies. Maybe we should
try and pair them off. Assuming that you want any sexual stuff just to be
between us'.

      'I do...but we need to avoid drawing too much attention to
ourselves. And now that our relationship is safe and secure...now that I've
come out to the people who most matter to me...now that I don't have to
worry about losing you, that I don't have to worry that every time might be
our last...I am actually OK with the idea of us having the odd session with
our wank-buddies if it keeps things safer for us. How do you feel about
it?'

      'The same - for a wank. I wouldn't want anyone else sucking or
fucking me - or you.  Not that that's on the agenda.'

      'Agreed.'

      A voice came up from downstairs. 'Boys...Mr. and Mrs. Taylor are
leaving now.'

      We hopped off the bed and went downstairs to say good bye. Mark
hugged and kissed both his parents, and I gave Mrs. Taylor a kiss and shook
Mr. Taylor's hand.

      'Enjoy yourselves, and we will be back to collect Mark on Friday'.

      'We will'.

It was a lovely afternoon, so Mark and I walked down to the hammock and got
into it.  Mark lay with his head on my shoulder, my arm around him, and we
lay there, swaying gently.

       'I could stay like this for ever, Chris. I still can't believe that
less than two months ago you were just a boy I fancied but was sure I could
never have. And now look at us. I feel like I've dug up the world's
greatest treasure and been told I can keep it'.

            'I guess you just unearthed what was already there. After that
first time we touched...I knew it was different. It wasn't like Johnny. It
wasn't like anything. I suddenly just seemed to see you properly for the
first time. And Mark, you are incredibly sexy. I have no idea why I hadn't
seen it before. You'd matured into a very handsome boy in front of me and I
hadn't seen it. When I did...well...nature took over I guess. A nature you
awoke in me.'

      Mark put a hand on my heart. 'Thing is, most boys with your looks and
your body know they have something special. And most of them are arrogant
as a result. You just walk around like there is nothing special about
you. And it's exactly that that is so special. You are the nicest, kindest
boy as well as the handsomest. It is going to be so hard not to shout out
to all the other boys at school, 'He's mine. Chris Alexander is my
boyfriend and I'm the luckiest guy in the world.' When I see them looking
at you, lusting after you - and loads of them do, you know - I am going to
be thinking 'lust all you want. He's mine. His body is mine and it's even
better than in your wildest dreams. And he's even nicer than you
realise...and he's chosen me'.'

      'For God's sake...you make me out to be...I don't know. Look. I'm
just me. And I am as proud to have you as my boyfriend as you seem to be to
have me.' I kissed him.

      'See? See?...that's exactly it. You don't realise just how one in a
million you are.' And then he shouted. 'I AM THE LUCKIEST BOY IN THE
WORLD'.

      'Shush...for heaven's sake.'

      'The only way to make me shut up is to put something in my mouth' he
said with an evil grin.

      'NO...not here. God, you are impossible.' I said, removing his hand
from my groin.

      'Spoilsport.'

      Dad started mowing the lawn which was a pleasant buzz until he got
closer to our end of the garden when it became a little noisy.

       'C'mon,' I said, `let's head inside.'

      I flipped myself out of the hammock and then inverted it, causing
Mark to fall to the grass with a thump.

      'Ouch. I take back everything I said about you being nice and kind
and considerate.  It's clearly all an act'.

      I put my arm round his shoulders as we walked up to the house. I saw
Mum looking out of the lounge window before she turned and disappeared from
view. I'm sure that she was smiling.




	 That night we made love continuously from ten o'clock - when we
had made our excuses for an early night - until three in the morning when,
exhausted, we finally rolled over and went to sleep. We had started by just
holding each other, our bodies pressed together and our lips locked on each
other. We had sixty-nined, then Mark had ridden me. Then he had entered me
as I lay on my back, my legs wrapped around his waist, our eyes locked on
each other as he filled me. Then he had sat on my thighs and wanked me
slowly and deliberately.  And finally he had begged me to fuck him again as
he lay on his side. This was slow sex as I took my time to give Mark all
the pleasure I could. When it was all over, the towel we had put under us
(because Mark was determined neither of us was going to sleep in a wet
patch) was soaked with our sweat and our cum. I rolled it into a ball and
threw it in the corner. And then we slept. We slept until nearly ten
o'clock.

      When I woke the house was silent - my parents had gone to work long
since. Good. I walked - naked - to the bathroom next door, taking the
crumpled up towel with me. I threw the towel in the shower and turned on
the water. After using the toilet, I got under the stream of hot water and
washed the crusty remains of our lovemaking off my body. I wrung the towel
out two or three times and sniffed it...it seemed clean. I grabbed the
shampoo and washed my hair. It appeared, from the tangles I encountered,
that Mark had managed to get his cum there as well. I squirted some shower
gel onto my hands and lathered myself all over.  I was pleased to discover
that I wasn't too sore, either.

       I towelled myself dry, brushed my teeth, hung the towel I'd washed
on the heated rail and wandered back into the bedroom. There was,
unsurprisingly, quite a distinct smell in the room and I opened the window
a little wider; so that was what boy-sex smelled like. Mark was sleeping on
his back as I slipped back under the covers and slid my hand between his
legs. He was hard and I gently slid my hand up and down it. I pulled back
the covers. His body, like mine had been, was patterned with streaks of
white. He stirred and opened one eye.

       'You stink,' I said conversationally.

       'And good morning to you too,' he replied.

      I squeezed his cock.'Take that and the rest of you into the shower. I
want you - but I want you clean.'

      He looked at me more clearly, both eyes open. His eyes travelled down
to my groin where my arousal was all too evident.

      'Sex mad slave driver'.

      He disappeared into the bathroom and I soon heard the sound of the
shower running.  Ten minutes later he was back, clean and smelling faintly
of shampoo. I was lying on the bed.  I smiled.

      'Much better'.

      He came over and sat beside me, putting his hand between my legs and
taking hold of my semi-hard cock. It swelled and straightened in his grasp.

      'Mmm...I love the feeling of you going hard in my hand'. He stroked
me gently.

       'Would you ride me again Mark? I love it when you're on top of me
and I can watch you and stroke you while we do it.'

      'He smiled. 'My God, where's the shy little innocent that I was in
bed with two weeks ago?'

      'Gone...I hope you don't mind.'

      'I love it.'

      He straddled me, and slowly lowered himself onto me. With little more
than a sharp intake of breath, he was soon sitting flat on my thighs with
my length fully inside him. We made love slowly and sensually.

      Later, after we'd dressed and had something to eat, I called
James. He was up for a swim so we arranged to meet at the sports club where
we had family membership. As well as a very nice pool, they had squash
courts, tennis courts, and a gym, as well as table tennis and a snooker
room.

      I went to look out my swimming trunks and to find a pair for
Mark. There was a choice; I had speedos and shorts. I decided that with
Mark around, the risk of popping a boner meant that speedos might be
embarrassing, so chose a rather lurid green patterned pair for me and a
plain orange pair for Mark.

      When we arrived at the club, James was already waiting. I introduced
Mark and they shook hands and we walked down to the changing rooms for the
pool.

       'So,' said James, 'you're the one who's finally made this idiot
realise he's gay?'

      Mark smiled.

      'Just so you know, I'm completely OK with it. I love this guy and I'm
pleased he's found what he's been looking for - even if he didn't realise
it.'

      'Thanks James, I hope we'll be good friends too.'

      James flashed one of his smiles. 'I'm sure we will.'

      We all got changed unselfconsciously. Being naked with each other was
something that James and I had done for years - not in a sexual sense but
from being bathed together from when we were about five onwards and he came
to stay over, to changing together for swimming and showering these
days. And of course Mark and I were more than familiar with each other. I
was a little curious to see how James would feel about being naked around
Mark, but he was just his usual self, stripping off before slipping his
shorts on. I saw Mark checking him out, and smiled. James had a good body -
he was a rugby player - and he had nothing to be ashamed of between his
legs either.

      We walked through the shower and out to the pool where we dived
in. We had the place almost to ourselves. I recognised a couple of the
other boys swimming there and we acknowledged each other with a wave, but
other than that it was very quiet. I guess two o'clock on a weekday
afternoon was a time when most of the members were at work. James was a
good swimmer, and powered up and down, alternating crawl and
breaststroke. I was quite a strong swimmer, but much less stylish than
James. Mark was a bit of a revelation, swimming easily and smoothly, eating
up the yards effortlessly as those who have been properly taught do. His
breast stroke was almost as fast as my crawl. James noticed too.

      'Hey Mark, who taught you to swim? You're good.'

      'One of my Dad's friends is a coach. He gave me all the basics. He
keeps trying to get me to take it up seriously, but I'm not really
interested. And I spend enough time playing and training for hockey already
- and that's something I really enjoy.'

      'Of course, Chris said that you and he played together. No pun
intended.' He waggled his eyebrows at me.

      'Mark?' I called, 'this boy needs a lesson.'

      Mark swam over and we ducked James, who rose, spluttering, to the
surface. We swam for about an hour, by which time we were the only ones
left in the pool, before heaving ourselves out and making for the changing
rooms. James grabbed a bottle of shower gel from his bag before heading to
the showers. He stripped off his trunks and turned on three of the four
showers in the end section of the block that was divided into sets of four
by three-quarter height walls. I followed suit and Mark, seeing that this
was the convention, did likewise.

      We stood, all three of us, under the hot water and after James had
soaped himself up he threw the bottle to me and I, after squeezing out what
I needed in turn, handed it to Mark. I saw James look Mark up and down and
then he turned towards me and gave me a thumbs up with a big grin on his
face. I gave him a thumbs up back and we cracked up.

       'What's so funny?' asked Mark.

       'James approves of you'.

      'Cool...I approve of him too.'

      'Yeah, but it's a shame he has such a tiny cock.'

      Suddenly James was slapping at my head, my sides, my bottom and I was
dancing around trying to get away from him.

      'Ouch..ow..oo...OK, OK, sorry, sorry.'

      Mark was laughing. `He seems to be about the same size as yours from
where I'm standing.'

      'Yeah.' said James, 'but the rest of him is one big dick.'

      `Oh bloody charming'.

       Mark was laughing helplessly. 'Well, I'm bigger than both of you.'

      James and I looked at each other, then both grabbed him. I turned the
fourth shower on with just the cold water running, and we held Mark
underneath it.

       'Fuck, fuck, that's cold...you bastards'.

      We eventually let him go.

      'Hah...looks like someone's not so big now' said James, pointing to
Mark's groin where the cold water had had its usual shrivelling effect.

      'Chris, would you please tell your friend not to point at my cock,'
said Mark with faked primness.

      'Yeah James, stop staring at my boyfriend's cock'. We all laughed and
rinsed off under a final blast of hot water before getting changed.

      'Why don't we go over to the viewing gallery on the squash
courts. Mark wants to learn so we could at least explain the way it works?'

      'Good idea.'

      We made our way up the stairs to the gallery that ran along behind
the squash courts.  Two of the boys who had been in the pool were playing
and clearly knew what they were doing. We talked Mark through the basics
and then went down and booked a court for the following day.

      I invited James back to my house and on the way he and Mark talked
about all sorts of things. I smiled. I was so pleased that the two guys I
liked most in the world were already acting like they'd been friends for
ever. Once home we made ourselves tea and a pile of toast which we worked
our way through. As we sat there, James said

       'Can I ask you guys a really...personal...question?'

      I looked at Mark. He shrugged. 'Sure.'

      'It's just...doesn't it hurt like hell to have another guy's cock
shoved up your bum? I mean...where's the pleasure? And isn't it...messy?
Sorry...I know it's indelicate but I'm really curious.'

      'That's OK, James. I can see why you'd think that. It's not
messy. You get clean - inside and out - before you start.  Well,
usually. As for being painful, I guess it does hurt a little at first,
although the pain quickly goes and after the first few times it gets much
easier.  Ask Chris.'

      I blushed like fury. 'Geez, Mark. Thanks for that.'

      'Really Chris?'

      'Yeah...really James. I know it's hard to believe - I wouldn't have
believed it two weeks ago - but the pain goes and you get this incredible
glow and little jolts of pleasure shoot through you.'

      'Wow. OK.'

      Mark continued. 'And it's also about the way you feel about the guy
you're doing it with. When Chris is inside me, it feels good not just
because my body is getting good feelings from what he is doing to me
physically, but because my mind is just overwhelmed with happiness at being
with such an amazing boy - if that makes sense. What I am saying is that it
isn't just physical. I mean - and I know you are not into this in any way -
but if you were to fuck me - and you're very good looking and I like you a
lot - it wouldn't feel the same as having Chris in me. There would be
something missing.'

      James nodded.

      'However' added Mark, 'If you just wanted a blow job I'd be happy to
oblige any time.'

      James looked up sharply then saw the look on Mark's face and burst
out laughing.

      'You're funny. And thanks for answering my incredibly intrusive
question. I apologise - I shouldn't have asked.'

      'No it was OK to ask. We're your friends. If you can't ask us, who
can you ask? And more straight guys need to understand that it's just
different, not weird.'

      'And James' I added, mischievously, 'You should think about the offer
of a blow job.  Guys are better at it than girls.'

      'Hmm...well...I'll take your word for that.'




 	We went and played squash the next day. James and I played a couple
of games which we shared, and then Mark came down to have a go. It took him
a little while to get used to the bounce of the ball and the way it came
off the walls, but, natural sportsman that he was, he had soon got the hang
of it. I reckoned with a few more games under his belt, he'd soon be quite
a handful. I took a breather and James played with Mark instead. It was
good to watch until Mark got caught wrong footed and James crashed into him
in the middle of the court, the two of them going down in a heap. I went
down to make sure they were alright.  James was sitting in the middle of
the court rubbing his knee where he'd banged it on the floor, and Mark was
nursing a sore shoulder which James had landed on as they got tangled up.

      'Geez, James, the lengths some people will go to get their hands on
another boy's body...'.

       Mark looked up and giggled, 'He only had to ask...'.

      'Fuck off the pair of you,' said James companionably. 'Enough for
today, I think. Time we all got showered.' He tried to stand up and
collapsed. His knee was clearly worse than he had said.

       The bang to James' knee was bad enough to need me to put an arm
round his waist while he put one around my shoulders to help him back to
the changing rooms. Once there, he sat down and I took a closer look. His
knee was a little swollen, and he yelped when I touched it.

      'Maybe you twisted it as well as giving it a bang. We'll get some ice
on it at home'.

      By the time we had showered, it was clearly difficult for James to
walk. Mark and I got either side of him and put an arm round his waist,
while he supported himself on our shoulders. We made our way in ungainly
fashion back to reception.

      'I better call a taxi. You can't walk from here.'

      At that moment, Paul, one of the trainers from the gym emerged,
clearly at the end of his shift. He recognised me,

      'Hi Chris...nice to see you. Got a problem?' he said, seeing James.

      'Twisted knee. We need a cab to get him home.'

      'I'm virtually passing your door on my way home. I'll give you a
lift.'

      A minute or so later, he was outside the main entrance and we got
James into the front of his car. Mark and I sat in the back. Ten minutes
later we were outside my house.

      'Thanks, Paul, that was really kind.'

       'Pleasure Chris. Any time.'

      We went inside and James undid his trousers before sitting down at a
kitchen chair. I got a bag of ice out of the freezer and wrapped it around
his knee.

       'Bloody hell, that's cold'.

       'That's the idea'.

      I got some tape and wrapped it around the ice and his knee. I caught
myself thinking that he had really nice legs. Firmly muscled, lightly
tanned and with a dusting of hair all over.  I slapped him lightly on the
thigh.

      'Job done. Let's see how it is in half an hour.'

      Thirty minutes later, it definitely looked better. The swelling had
gone down and James said it was a lot less painful. I found some strapping
in the first aid box and wrapped it around his knee. I had had a similar
injury the previous hockey season and could remember pretty much how my own
knee had been supported.

      'Thanks, Chris.' said James as he pulled his trousers back up and
gingerly tested his weight on his leg. 'I think it will be fine.'

      He gave his mother a call and explained what had happened. She said
she would be round to pick him up in a hour.

       'Maybe you guys can come over to my place tomorrow. I think I should
rest this for a day or so.'

       I nodded. Going to James' parents place would be fun. They had a
big, rambling house with a long garden where James and I often shot air
rifles at targets.

      'That would be great. Can we do some shooting?'

      'Sure if the weather holds.'

      'Shooting?' said Mark.

      'Yeah... air rifles. You ever done that?' Mark shook his head. 'It
looks like one new experience after another with you.'

      James choked back a laugh.

      'You,' I said to him, 'have a filthy mind - and there's no point in
looking all big and innocent eyed at me, I know you too well.'

      That night as we lay in bed together, Mark said, 'I really like
James. He's a good friend. It would have been easy for him to hate me,
barging in on your friendship.'

      'He's not like that. He's a good guy.'

      'He is. Quite sexy too.'

      I gave Mark a playful slap. 'Well he is. Not as sexy as you of
course.'

      'And if I wasn't here, would you?'

      Mark giggled. `I'd give it a go.' I looked at him. He held his hands
up. 'Yeah, yeah, I know....I'm a slut.'

      My two best friends. I loved them both..

      'But actually, Mark...if he changed his mind about you giving him a
blow job...it would be OK with me - provided you told me. A gift from a
friend to a friend.'

      'You'd be OK with that? Really? Wow.Well, I don't think it's going to
happen but, gee, you never stop surprising me'.

      He paused, then snapped his fingers. 'Oh, yes, I know what I was
going to say, you know that guy at the club who gave us a lift?'

       'Paul?'

       'Yes. You know he fancies the pants off you, don't you?'

      'Really? Paul? What makes you say that?  '
      'It's the way he looked at you. I know because it's how I used to
look at you. Lust and longing. I bet you any amount of money you like that
he's gay.'

      'Well, if he is and he does, it's a one way attraction. He's nice
enough, but even if I didn't have you I don't think I'd be remotely
interested in him in that way.'

      'So.....would you be interested in me 'in that way'...right now?'

      'I'm always interested in you in that way.'

      Mark put a hand between my legs. 'Ooh...so you are. Come here.'

      We kissed and cuddled, and then we stroked each other, and then we
sucked each other off. It was gentle, lazy sex and it was wonderful.