Date: Wed, 12 Apr 2017 08:06:57 +0000 (UTC)
From: c m <nesteuk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Hockey boys, Mark and me, part 7

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Mark. My head was filled with Mark. One more day and we'd be together, with
the time and the space and the opportunity to do what we both wanted. For
forty-eight hours anyway.

      Mum took me down to Mark's place the following day. She and Mark's
mother sat and had a coffee while I took my bag upstairs with Mark. I had
hardly set foot in the guest room before Mark was on me, his lips on mine
and his hands pulling my face to his. I slipped my tongue between his lips
and into his mouth. I wrapped my arms round his body and lifted him, still
kissing, over to the bed where we collapsed. We were already breathing a
little fast.

      'God I want you so bad Chris.'

      'Me too, Mark. But we better wait until the parentals have stopped
yakking downstairs.'

      'I don't think I can wait.'

      I slapped him on his bum. 'You'll bloody well have to. No mum should
have to walk in on her son being fucked by his boyfriend - even if she
likes him.'

      Mark giggled. 'That would be something wouldn't it?'

     'Behave yourself.'

      We went downstairs and said goodbye to my mother. Mark's mother said
that she was going out for the afternoon. I wondered whether she had
arranged it specially knowing that the two of us would want time alone -
and probably guessed doing what.

      If that is what she suspected she was exactly right. Less than ten
minutes after she had left, I was buried up to my balls in her son, pumping
in and out of him, and his moans of pleasure could not only have been heard
from downstairs but probably from across the road.

      Apart from that quickie in my bed at school, during the past six
weeks Mark and I hadn't fucked since the start of term. He was as hungry
for me as I was for him, and after the urgency of our first time we settled
down to enjoy each other properly.

      'Oh Chris...I've needed that so badly. ' Mark said as I collapsed on
top of him. I wriggled around on him, feeling my still hard cock moving
inside him. 'Ummm...again please, sir'

      'Slut.'

      'That's me.'

      He kissed me and then ran his hand over my nipples which hardened at
his touch. 'I want to ride you this time.'

      I pulled out of him and lay down on the bed. He flipped himself on
top of me, put his knees either side of my waist, and took hold of me,
guiding it inside him. He was still wet and I slipped easily inside him. He
bounced gently up and down on me. I took hold of his erection and stroked
it.

      'I am so close Chris...don't make me cum yet.'

      I let go of him and focused on timing my thrusts so that they
coincided with his bounces, driving me deep inside him each time. Mark put
his hands on my shoulders, leaning forward. His face was flushed with
effort and passion, a glorious blend of pink and white and red. His tongue
was poking slightly out through his lips as he pushed back and forth on
me. I felt his stomach muscles quiver.

      'I'm so close, Chris.'

       I felt his muscles contract around me and then there was his
wonderful sticky wetness all over my face and chest. It drove me over the
edge and I emptied myself inside him. He fell forward on top of me, licking
his seed off my face and wiping it out of my eyes.

      'I love having you inside me so much, Chris.'

      'We're a perfect fit.' I kissed the tip of his nose.

      'Ummm...sorry, but I want to do it again. Unless...?'

      I smiled. I knew what he wanted - and I wanted it too. 'Unless sounds
good to me, Mark'

      'Ooh...goody.Shimmy down the bed til your bum is on the edge of it.'

      I did so. Mark was standing on the floor at the end of the bed. He
lifted my calves over his shoulders and put a blob of KY inside me before
pushing gently but steadily against me. The brief moment of pain was
replaced by a growing tingling as he worked me gently at first and then
gradually faster and deeper. I felt a drip of sweat from his hair fall on
my face.  My whole groin seemed to be one large pleasure zone. With a final
thrust that seemed to spear my very depths he buried himself in me and then
let out an almighty sigh as he kicked and bucked inside me. Totally spent,
he stood there, legs shaking and panting with exertion.  We just looked
into each other's eyes.

      'Fuck,' we said, almost simultaneously.

      'That was...amazing, Mark. You've never made me feel like that
before.'

      'I've never felt anything like it either, Chris.'

      He pulled out of me and came and lay beside me on the bed. We turned
and faced each other. I stroked his hair. We wrapped our arms around each
other and pulled our bodies tight against one another. I could feel his
heart still racing. We kissed. And then we must have dozed because the next
thing I remember is Mark peeling himself stickily off me.

      'We need a shower, Chris.'

      He threw a towel at me and we padded across the hall to the bathroom.

      Being washed all over by someone you love is an enjoyable experience
and we took our time. There is also something quite erotic about two
slippery bodies rubbing against one another. We both ended up hard, and I
brought the shower to a perfect end by kneeling down in front of Mark and
sucking him off. I love oral sex. I love performing it and I love receiving
it. I think I like it even more than fucking, if I'm honest.

      Clean and sweet smelling, and sexually satisfied at least for the
moment, we got dressed and went downstairs. We sat in the family room and
idly flicked through various TV channels but there was nothing we really
wanted to watch.  I told him about my session with James.

      'Do you think he really is OK with just wanking off with you? Or does
he want more?'

      'He says he just enjoys touching me and he didn't do or say anything
that makes me think different. But I don't know. He obviously enjoyed you
giving him oral.'

      'What teenage boy wouldn't like to be sucked? And Chris, if he wanted
you to blow him, I wouldn't mind. Really. I like James...actually, more to
the point, I trust him. I know he will never come between us.'

      'That's generous and kind of you, Mark, but I'm not sure I could do
that to you. And I'm not even sure I could suck James off if he wanted me
too. He's my best friend.'

      'Well, see what happens. But I'm OK with it, OK?'

      'Hummm....OK.'

      Dinner that night was steak and chips, and it was excellent.

     'Thank you, Mrs Taylor, that was delicious - and cooked to
perfection.'

      'I'm pleased you enjoyed it, Chris. Got to keep you boys' strength
up.'

      I glanced at Mark who was clearly trying to work out whether there
was some underlying message in the remark.

      We opted for a reasonably early night. As we took off our clothes I
looked over and saw that Mark was already ready for action.

      'I'm looking forward to getting another piece of red meat in my mouth
tonight.'

      'Pervert'

      We lay top to toe on the bed and sixty-nined. I loved the sensation
of taking Mark in my mouth. There was something about feeling the ridges of
muscle bumping over my lips as I slid down his length that always turned me
on. Mark used a finger inside me. We climaxed together, his
sweet-salty-bitter taste filling my mouth.

      Mark twisted himself round so that we were lying face to face. He
kissed me then pushed me onto my back and rolled on top of me, his hands
holding my arms against the pillows above my head. He wriggled his groin
against mine.

      'I want us to fuck all night.'

      'Sounds like a plan.'

      'I don't think I could ever have enough of you. I miss us having
proper sex at school so much.'

      'I know, Mark. But we have to be careful. If we got caught, we'd both
be expelled.  Maybe we could find a way to have oral sex a bit more often
though.'

      'I'd like that.'

      He sat up on my thighs and ran his fingers through the light covering
of blond hairs on my chest. 'I love the feel of this fuzz.'

      'And I love your smoothness. The trouble with hairs on your chest is
that when certain people cum in buckets,' I poked him, 'it gets all matted
and it's much harder to wash off than if you're smooth like you.'

      'Tough. I love it.' He pinched a nipple.

      'Ouch.'

      I pinched him back and then we were mock-fighting. And then we were
kissing. And then he was reaching round behind him to guide me inside him.
He sank down fully onto me with a sigh of pleasure. Then he slid his hands
almost down to my ankles and arched his back, leaning away from me.  He
pushed himself up and down on me, speeding up and panting with exertion. I
heard him moan and then warm, white pearls were running down my chin and
over my chest. I could feel my own climax building until I couldn't hold it
any longer.

      'Fuck, Chris. I swear it gets better every time.'

      He rolled off me and lay beside me. He ran his tongue over my chin
before slowly and deliberately, with a wicked grin, massaging the rest of
his goo that was on my chest into the hairs there.

      'You bastard. It would serve you right if I shaved them all off so
you couldn't do that.'

      'Don't do that. I love you just the way you are. I promise I'll wash
it all out.'

      He put a finger on my hole. I winced as he touched it. I was sore
from when he had fucked me earlier.

      'Sorry, Chris. You get sore when I fuck you, don't you?'

      'Seems that way - you big rough boy.'

      Mark giggled. 'Guess you'll just have to do me again instead.'

      So I did. Twice more. And sucked him off in between. Then we went and
showered ourselves clean.

      We slept well that night. We were sated with sex and we were happy to
be lying beside one another. I woke up briefly in the middle of the night
to find Mark's arm draped over me, his head almost on my shoulder and his
gentle breathing warm on my skin. I kissed him ever so softly and stroked
his hair.

      'I love you Mark Taylor,' I whispered.

      He half stirred and nuzzled against me. Then his breathing returned
to normal. I remember thinking how different my life had become in just a
few months. How much better and richer. I fell asleep again wondering what
I had done to deserve it.




In the morning I was sore. Front and back. Mark rubbed cream into both of
them, which felt cool and soothing.

      'You, my boy,' he said, mock seriously, 'need to toughen up.'

      'Yes sir. Sorry sir.'

      He smacked me on the arm. 'It's your fault. You are so damn sexy I
just want you over and over and over.'

      'So how come your hole isn't sore?'

      'Good genetics'. He giggled. 'Hey, a day off won't hurt either of
us...and we've got tonight to look forward to.'

      I hoped that I was a fast healer.

      After breakfast, the phone rang. Turned out to be Steve asking if
we'd like to go swimming and then go back to his place afterwards. Mark
looked at me. I shrugged.

      'Great. We'll meet you there in an hour.'

      This time it was me who didn't have a swimming costume. The pair Mark
found for me were a touch on the skimpy side.

      'Hey, it will give the boy a thrill.'

      'It certainly won't leave much to his imagination.'

      As we walked to the swimming pool, Mark and I talked about what had
happened last time we had seen Steve. I repeated that I reckoned he was
bi...maybe even gay.

      'Maybe Chris. I don't know. What he said to you wasn't a side of him
I had ever seen before. It's probably just the effect that a beautiful boy
like you has on people.' He smiled at me.

      I thought about how understanding Mark had been about James.

      'If he wants more...I would be happy for you to give him what you let
me give James.'

      He looked at me, and shook his head.

      'You're very sweet, Chris. But if he wants more, he sure as hell
won't want it from plain old me. He'll want it from beautiful you.'

      I sensed the pain in his voice. I stopped and hugged him. A couple of
old ladies who were passing at the time looked a little shocked.

      'First, there is nothing 'plain' about you. You are fantastically
good looking. Second, if he does want more, he won't get it unless you say
it's OK. And actually, probably not even then; I know you, you're too kind
hearted. You'll say it's OK when in fact it's tearing you up inside.'

      He squeezed me. 'Thank you.' Then I saw a wicked little smile cross
his face. 'But make sure you give him a good show when you're changing.'

      'Mark Taylor!'

      He giggled. 'He's a good friend. He deserves that at least. And I'll
be taking a good look too. I love your body - and especially your dangly
bits.'

      I cuffed him on his head. 'You are a very rude boy.'

      'Yeah - but you love me for it.'

      As we walked to the sports centre, Mark pulled a key out of his
pocket. I recognised it. It was the key Johnny had found to the door by the
boiler room.

      'Where did you get that?'

      'I borrowed it just before we left for half term. I reckoned we could
do with a duplicate.' He grinned.

      'Nice work - you little pervert.'

      We went via one of those little workshops that resole shoes and cut
keys. Five minutes later we had a shiny replica of Johnny's key.'

      'I'll slip it back when we get back to school. He'll never even
notice it was gone.'




Steve was waiting for us the door to the sports centre. I realised that had
forgotten just how good looking he was.

      'Hey Chris, Really good to see you again.'

      'You too Steve.' We hugged and I noticed that he held on that little
bit longer than was strictly necessary - not that I minded that much.

      We headed for the changing rooms and Steve was careful to let me
choose a locker first. He chose the one beside me. I stripped off my shirt
and hung it up. Then I kicked off my shoes and put them in the locker. My
socks followed. I unbuckled my belt and undid the button on my trousers,
unzipped the fly and stepped out of them. I hung them up too. Had I been
shy, I would have wrapped a towel round my waist at this point before
slipping off my underwear. But, like the man said, it was time to let Steve
have a show. I could see he was looking at me and I turned, as if
accidentally, to face him.

      I slid my briefs down to my ankles, and used my foot to flick them up
in the air where I caught them. I was totally naked and full frontal
towards Steve. I put the briefs in the locker and then slowly wriggled the
rather tight pair of swim trunks up my legs, causing my cock and balls to
waggle around in front of me. I adjusted myself inside the shorts and tied
the cord.

      Steve had tried as hard as he could not to stare, but I could see
that his eyes were virtually popping out. Over his shoulder Mark was trying
not to burst out laughing. Almost frozen during my performance, Steve
suddenly realised that he had barely even unbuttoned his shirt. He tried to
make up for lost time but this only resulted in him falling over himself as
he lowered his boxers.  Despite his best efforts to conceal it, he was all
too clearly semi-erect - and very handsomely semi-erect too. He was hung
big time. He hurriedly pulled his swim shorts up and hung his towel over
his shoulder in such a way that the end at the front hung down over, and
concealed, the huge bulge in his shorts.

      He looked up at me, nervously. I put a hand on his shoulder and
whispered in his ear 'Nice cock'.

      He blushed scarlet. I gave his shoulder a squeeze.

      'Hey, it's cool. And I'm flattered that I'm the cause of it. I was
going to say 'it's no biggy' - but in your case that really wouldn't be
accurate now would it? Lucky you. And honestly - we're all friends
here. Relax - OK?' I smiled at him. 'C'mon, let's go swim.'

      We all went through to the pool, but I could see that Steve was
upset. I felt suddenly very guilty. I hadn't meant to embarrass or hurt
him. He was a nice guy and I wanted us to be friends. I swam over to him.

      'I'm really sorry if I've upset you Steve. I didn't mean to and you
don't deserve it. You are a really nice guy and I like you a lot. Forgive
me if I've made you feel awkward.'

      I put a hand on his shoulder.

      'Thank you - and I'm sorry too. I shouldn't have been staring at you
like that. I just...couldn't help myself. I wanted to see all of you. To
see if it really was all as beautiful as the rest of you.'

      I smiled. 'And was it?'

      'Oh fuck yes.' His eyes were shining. 'Fuck...sorry...that came out
wrong.'

      I ruffled his hair. 'No probs. It's cool. Friends?'

      'Friends'.

      When we showered after finishing swimming, Steve stripped off and I
got to take a proper look at his body. He had a nicely defined chest and
stomach. No six pack but no spare fat. He was smooth, with just a trace of
hair running down from his navel to his groin where he had a bush of black
hair. His cock, in its unaroused state, was impressive. Unlike Mark and me,
he was definitely a 'shower' rather than a 'grower'. It must have hung six
inches down from his groin, with a nice pair of balls hanging below it. He
was uncircumcised. There was a very faint dusting of hair on his upper
legs. I looked up and our eyes met. We both smiled. I gave him a thumbs up
and he laughed. His laugh transformed his face. He was a good- looking boy
anyway, but when he smiled or laughed his face absolutely lit up. His eyes
seemed to sparkle and his white teeth emphasised his smile. He turned from
good looking to downright sexy.




His parents' place was simple, but beautifully neat and tidy. Steve said
that they were a bit obsessive about it, in fact. His room was more like
organised chaos but it just seemed to fit him. We sat on the floor and
chatted about school life. He wanted to know if being gay was difficult for
us and how we coped at school. We told him about how we managed - by
keeping it secret and snatching what time we could with each other.

      'Must be tough.'

      'How do you feel about gays?' I asked him.

      He looked me in the eyes. 'The only gay boy I've ever known is Mark -
until I met you. Mark and I have been friends for ages and it's
just...him. I don't think of him as gay, I just think of him as Mark.'

      'You have a girlfriend?'

      He smiled. 'No-one particular. I like girls but I seem to get bored
easily. I find that after a few dates...I don't know...they don't seem to,
that is, I don't seem to want to keep seeing them.'

      'Have you ever felt attracted to boys?'

      He shook his head. 'No...well...that is...forgive me...I find you
beautiful, but I don't think that's the same thing. Is it?'

      'I don't know. Can you picture yourself in bed with me?'

      He went silent and stared at the floor.

      'If it helps...I can picture myself in bed with you.'

      'Really?'

      'Really. You're sexy, you have a great body, you're funny and you're
good company.  And I'm gay. Of course I can picture it. I won't do it,
because I have Mark, but I'm happy to admit that I can picture it.'

      'OK. Well. The honest truth is that I don't know. I meant it when I
said that I didn't fancy guys. Then you came along. And look what happened
to me when you changed in front of me today. You saw it.' He smiled
ruefully, 'I got hard. So what's that about?'

      Mark put his arm round Steve's shoulder. 'Maybe it's something, maybe
it's nothing.  It's no big deal either way. But if you ever get
curious...if you ever want to satisfy that curiosity...Chris and I would be
happy to help. Just something between friends.  Just something to help you
get your head straight...if you want.'

      Steve looked at me. 'You'd really do that?

      'It's like Mark said. Just something between friends.'

      'Stuff has happened to me today that is all a bit weird. I'm confused
and I need to try and get my head round it. But it's amazing to have
friends like you. Thanks.'

      And then we started talking about all sorts of other stuff.




Later, as we walked back to Mark's house, I said,

      'Do you really want to do stuff with Steve if he asks? Or were you
just being nice? I love you, Mark, and I don't want you doing things that
you're uncomfortable with - however kind and generous your motivation.'

      'I think Steve is the same as James. They are both really good
friends who are drawn to you in a way that they can't explain - and that
isn't like the way that they would be drawn to anyone else.'

      He stopped and put his hand on my shoulders and looked into my eyes.

      'I am the luckiest boy in the world to have you. I can afford to –
no, I want to - share a little of you with a couple of special friends who
need to discover themselves better - provided you are OK with that.'

      'Mark...how do you feel when I tell you what James and I do? Don't
you feel hurt...jealous...torn up inside?'

      'No, Chris. No I don't. Maybe I should. Maybe it means I don't love
you enough.  Maybe I shouldn't be OK with sharing even a tiny part of
you. But I am. I am just happy for James - and I'm happy for me. I'm happy
that they get to see just what a prize I've won. Is that wrong?' He looked
closer into my eyes. 'Have I upset you, Chris?'

      'No...no Mark, you haven't. I just think you are too good...too
nice. I think I'm the one who doesn't deserve you. It's just... I don't
think that I would be generous enough to feel the same way you do. And
that's my problem, not yours. I feel guilty, Mark...that's the truth. I
feel like I'm letting you down when I touch James.'

      'Chris Alexander...do you love me?'

      'You know I do'

      'And do you trust me?'

      'Completely.'

      'Then trust me on this. I love you more for doing this, not less. And
any guilt you feel is probably because you have only just come to terms
with being gay yourself - and done it quite brilliantly, may I add - but it
is still all new.' He paused.

      'Just suppose that Steve is bi - or even gay - we can let him work
that out in complete safety, without risk and with no recriminations or
guilt. Isn't that what friends are for? Or do we want him finding some
pervert who takes advantage of him or beats him up or blackmails him just
because he got curious and chose the wrong guy to find out with? Or worse
he realises he isn't bi or gay and has to live with what he's done.'

      I listened. And I thought about it. 'You've really thought this
through haven't you? I still think you're way too nice, but I do get it.'

      'Yeah well, I suppose even dimwits like you get things eventually.'
He grinned at me.

      'You, Mark Taylor, are asking for trouble.'

      'So what are you going to do? Spank me?'

      'No - because you'd only enjoy that. But I will have my revenge...'




Dinner that night was shepherd's pie and peas. I was ravenous and had three
helpings.

      'I like to see a boy with a good appetite' said Mrs. Taylor.

      As Mark cleared the plates away, he leant forward and whispered in my
ear, 'Hope you've got a good appetite for me tonight.'

      It turned out that we had a seriously good appetite for each other
that night. I figured that my bits would have plenty of time to heal over
the next week or so once we were back at school so I ignored the gentle
protests from my foreskin and fucked Mark twice and sucked him off twice
too. I knew he wanted to fuck me, but I was still very sore, and when he
tried to penetrate me it was too painful.

      'I'm so sorry, Mark. I know how much you want to be inside me - and
I'd love it too, but I just can't.'

      'Hey Chris, that's fine. You know I'm happy just to have you lying
here beside me.' He kissed me.




The next day Mrs. T drove us back to school, and we started on the second
half of term.  The hockey went from strength to strength. We won our next
five games without conceding a goal, and five of us, including Mark and me,
were invited to the regional trials.

      Mark and I managed the occasional blow job but he was very keen for
more. I had been very firm with Mark that his coming to my room after
lights out for a fuck was much too risky. But as one week and then another
went by and he kept pestering me, I eventually gave in. Truth was I was
horny as hell for him.

      About two in the morning he slipped into my room, shed his dressing
gown and PJs and slipped in beside me. He kissed and cuddled briefly before
he turned his back to me so that I could enter him. I had just got my full
length inside him when the fire alarm went off.

      'Fuck'. I pulled out and hurriedly threw on my pyjamas while Mark did
the same.

      'Hurry...you need to get back to the dorm and then get out the other
end down to the assembly area. If anyone sees you coming out of here, tell
them...tell them that you were going for a pee and saw the light shining
under my door and just looked in to make sure I was OK.'

      It wasn't a very convincing lie, but it was the best I could do on
the spur of the moment.

      My job, as notional head of the dorm, was to make sure that all the
boys were accounted for and then go the assembly area myself.

      As ill luck would have it, standing virtually outside my door was our
Housemaster, Mr. Wickham. he looked surprise as Mark rushed past him back
to the dorm and then looked at me.

      'Just going to check the dorm, sir' I said.

      'Very good. This is only a drill but we have the clock on
it. Oh...and would you oblige me by coming to see me in my room after
breakfast tomorrow, please.'

      My heart turned to ice. It looked like I - like we - were well and
truly busted.

      The drill went well enough. The dorm was cleared well within the
target time and all the boys assembled in the right place. I wasn't
entirely convinced that all the boys had come out of separate beds, but who
the hell was I to judge.

      I told Mark about what Mr. Wickham had said. 'Just stick to the
story. He knows we're friends.'




The next morning after breakfast I made my way to the Housemaster's
study. I knocked.

      'Come in.'

      I entered.

      'Ah, Chris. Please...take a seat.'

      I sat down.

      'I'm sure you know what this is about. During the fire drill last
night, Taylor appeared to have been in your room at the time the alarm was
sounded. Perhaps you could enlighten me as to why?'

      'Certainly, sir. I couldn't sleep and decided to work on an essay
that was due for Mr.  Kissack. Mark needed to go to the toilet and as he
passed my room on his way there he saw light under my door. I daresay it
was wrong sir, but as you know we are friends and he came in to see if I
was alright. He was concerned to see my light on at that time of night. I
had just told him that I was working on an essay when the firebell rang
which took us both by surprise as you may imagine. It took us a few seconds
to react, but he left my room to go back to the dormitory - and that's when
you saw him.'

      'I see. And Taylor will confirm this when I talk to him?'

      I felt like saying 'I bloody well hope so', but said instead,

      'I'm sure he will confirm that that was what happened sir. I
apologise. With hindsight I realise that I should not have let him into my
room.'

      'No, you shouldn't. My problem, Chris, is that as you know the school
absolutely forbids boys to be in other boys' rooms after lights out. We do
this for a number of reasons, not least to prevent sexual bullying of
younger boys. Now, I don't for one moment accuse you of that. I know that
you and Taylor are friends and that you are only a few months different in
age, but the fact remains that he is in the year below you. The reason that
the school has a 'no tolerance' approach to this issue is that other cases
may not be so benign, and we cannot afford for there to be any precedents.'

      I started to feel sick.

      'But that wasn't what happened, sir.'

      'So you say. Look, Chris, we members of staff are not stupid. We know
that boys hop in and out of other boys' beds for mutual masturbation. We
don't approve but it happens.  Provided it is between boys of the same age
we choose not to notice. But having another boy in your room is not the
same. And even if it is innocent, it is open to misinterpretation. It
almost always, unfortunately, becomes the source of rumour - I'm afraid
boys are rarely as discreet as they believe and rumours spread faster than
wildfire.'

      He paused and put his fingers together.

      'Let me hypothesise for a moment. Let us suppose - purely
theoretically - that you and Taylor were having a sexual relationship. We -
that is I - am 'in loco parentis', that is I am here to stand in for your
parents. If I were to discover that such a relationship existed I have to
try and act as they would under the same circumstances, and certainly make
them aware of what I knew. You understand?'

      I saw a possible light at the end of the tunnel. 'Yes, sir, but if -
purely hypothetically of course - in such a scenario it turned out Mark's
parents and my parents were aware of such a relationship and supportive of
it, would that change anything?'

      I saw Mr. Wickham's eyebrows shoot up. 'Is that the case?'

      'We are talking hypothetically, sir.'

      'Ah...yes...indeed. Well, I'm not sure that it would make much
difference at a school level, but it might significantly influence my
decision on whether to deal with this at a house level rather than pass it
on to the headmaster.'

      There was a long pause.

      'I have to say that I don't believe the story you have told me, but I
cannot be certain of the truth. Both you and Taylor are academically bright
- you, indeed are gifted. You are also both fine sportsmen. And for what it
is worth, Chris, I have always thought of you as a thoroughly decent young
man. You are fair-minded and respected by the other boys both in the house
and in the school. That is all too rare. I would not want to see a
promising career cut short by a piece of foolishness. I need to consider
the matter further...we will speak again later.  Perhaps you would be good
enough to ask Taylor to come and see me now.'

      'Yes sir. Thank you sir.'

      I left with at least some hope in my heart. I hadn't been expelled -
yet.

      Mark told me that the conversation Mr Wickham had had with him had
followed similar lines.  Neither of us heard anything more until the
following morning when we were both summoned to Mr. Wickham's study.

      'You two have been incredibly foolish. You, Mark, should not have
gone into Chris' study. If you were going to the bathroom that's what you
should have done. There was no good reason for you to be in his room. You,
Chris, were equally foolish to let him in. You know the rules and you know
the consequences. I am, however, in the interests of protecting the school
careers of two boys who are significant contributors to the school,
prepared to accept the...story...you gave me of the reason for you being in
the same room after lights out.  Let me warn you, however, that if either
of you is ever caught, for any reason, at any time in the same bedsit
together, without my express permission, you will both face expulsion from
the school. Do you understand me?'

      'Yes sir' we both chorused.

      'Good. You are both gated for the rest of term.'

      'Yes sir.'

      'One final thing. I must tell you that I have spoken with both your
parents and they have made me aware of your...situation... and their
feelings about it. I cannot pretend that I was not surprised, and I
certainly cannot pretend to approve but I will, equally, not condemn.
Indeed, I have a grudging respect for the fact that you are open and honest
about what you are and how you feel.  You cannot, however, afford to act as
you do out of school with each other within school. In any way whatsoever.
I am taking a severe risk by allowing you to stay given what I now
know. Please don't do anything to let me down.'

      He looked straight at me.

      'Chris...listen to me carefully. I believe that you will do well
enough at A level for the school to invite you back to attempt seventh term
Oxbridge entry. If so, I will want you back as Head of House and you will
almost certainly be a school prefect. Do not mess this up.'

      He turned to Mark.

      'And Mark...you make absolutely sure that you don't mess it up either
for yourself or for your friend by doing anything foolish. Now go, both of
you.'

      We both let out a sigh of relief when we got outside.

      'I'm so sorry Chris. I shouldn't have pestered you.'

      'Hey Mark, I'm old enough to make my own decisions and I was the one
who said yes and let you in.'

      'I'm happy that we haven't been kicked out, but what do we do now? We
can't risk being seen with each other, much less do anything with each
other for another five weeks. I'll burst.'

      'We have to do what we have to do. We'll find a way.'

      'And what about the fact that Wickham has spoken to our parents?'

      'Yes, well, we are going to have to face the music with them I have
no doubt. But...I expect they will be more relieved than angry. I hope so
anyway. We were foolish but nothing more. And they know how challenging it
is for us being gay and in love and unable to show it.'

      'What do you think Wickham really feels about us?'

      'I think he's more sympathetic than he's letting on. I mean, he said
that if I come back to do Oxbridge, he wants me as Head of House. Would he
do that if he despised what I am...what we are?'

      Mark nodded. 'True. But in the meantime...how the hell do we get to
have sex? Even if it is just a wank together.'

      'I don't know Mark.  Let's think about it. Right now we have to toe
the line...completely.'

      That was easier said than done. We were both very horny teenagers and
we both desperately wanted each other. I know that I was jerking off two or
three times a day over the next two weeks and Mark told me that people were
starting to wonder if he had a problem given the number of times he was
disappearing to the toilet. In the end we just accepted that it was the
price we had to pay for having been caught.




Almost a week later, Mr Wickham came and knocked on the door of my room. He
didn't have to knock, but he always did. I liked that.

      'Ah, Chris. As you are gated, I wondered if you might consider using
your time this Sunday to do a job for me? I have a large shed - almost a
barn really - at the end of the garden which we are thinking of converting
into something more substantial. It is, however, full of stuff. Some of it
needs to be burned, some bagged up for waste and some found another home.
I will pay you for the work if you would be interested?'

      Why not, I thought. It was more interesting than sitting around all
Sunday.

      'OK, sir. What sort of time?'

      'I think it is a pretty big job. If you came up at say twelve o'clock
after chapel, my wife will leave you some lunch. We will be out for the
afternoon and won't be back before seven. If you were happy to work through
until then you would be welcome to join us for dinner. In fact, it is
probably a two-man job. Why don't you bring someone with you. Taylor
perhaps? And you'll need this.'

      He put a key on my desk.

      'The door is padlocked and this is the key. If by any chance you
finish early, just pop it through the letter box.'

      My mind was whirring. What was going on here? He and his wife were
going to be out for seven hours and he had invited me to bring Mark and for
the two of us to work alone together clearing out a barn that had a
padlock?

      'That would be great, sir. Sounds like fun actually. Though whether
Mark and I will be any state to sit down and have dinner with you if we've
been clearing out a barn all afternoon I'm not sure.'

      'If you need to clean up I'm sure we can arrange something. Anyhow,
thank you for that. It will be an enormous help.'

      'Is it OK to have Mark come up to my room so that I can tell him
about this?'

      'I think we could permit that. This once.'

      And with that he was gone.

      I leaned out of the window and, purely by chance, Mark was crossing
the quad on the other side.

      'Mark!'

      He looked round, unsure where the sound had come from.

      'Up here dopey.'

      He looked up. I beckoned. I saw him mouth the word 'sure?' I
nodded. A few seconds later there was a tap on the door. I opened it.

      'Are you sure about this? You know what Wickham said.'

      'It's fine. He's given permission. Come in.'

      I explained about the job offer. Mark was as puzzled as I had been.

      'But hey, let's not look a gift horse in the mouth. Seven hours with
you? Alone?  No-one else around? It's a bloody dream.'

      Before I could stop him he was embracing me, his lips on mine, his
tongue urgent.  What's a boy to do? I kissed him back. Our tongues
entwined. I felt him grab for my belt buckle.

      'No, no, no, no, no.' I brushed his hand away. 'A kiss is one thing,'
I hissed, 'anything else has to wait for tomorrow. Don't be so stupid.'

      It was if I'd slapped him. 'I'm sorry, Chris. I wasn't thinking. I'm
so sorry.'

      I held his chin in my hand and tipped his face up to me. 'It's OK...I
want it as much as you. But we can have it...over and over...tomorrow. It
will soon be here. Let's enjoy the thought of what's coming.' I kissed
him. 'Now go before someone wonders what took so long to explain.'