Date: Sun, 5 Apr 2015 09:23:33 +0000
From: Robert Me <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: My Best Friends Story/1

Its been some time (about a year) since I wrote a story for nifty and I
thought it about time to pen another, my 13th. I hope you enjoy it, its
certainly different to my other efforts and involves a time when a 24
year old had his 14 year old nephew/brother staying with him at Ryan's
log cabin in Devon. The story is quite short, just 4 parts.

This story is totally a figment of my imagination and no one in it is
known to me and any similarity to actual people or events is  purely
coincidental. It also contains descriptions of sexual activity between
consenting males and should you for any reason not qualify to read it,
then please go.

For many years nifty have offered us all a venue to write and read some
great stories and allows all levels of competence to be able to write
them and I thank Nifty for taking my stories and all the many other
writers. They and nifty are the reason why I keep writing.

May I ask that you show your appreciation by donating to Nifty so that
they are able to continue to function on our behalf? Thank you.
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This is the story of my best friend Ryan Walsh and his nephew, 14 year
old Nathan Walsh and the incredible month they shared a few years ago and
a lot more besides.

I have known Ryan from the time we met at junior school and were
inseparable up until the age of 16 when we went our separate ways to
persue our very different careers but even then we would meet as often as
we were able and every time we did we found private time to once again
have sex. The first time we did was when we were 13 and since then we did
"it" many times, but in all that time I never knew about him and Nathan
and a few others it seemed.

We had met this particular time when I had gone back to England on leave
from Singapore where I was a junior executive in a rather large banking
corporation. I am a lover of young Chinese and Malay males, many of whom
are lovers of western gentlemen I am pleased to say and was enjoying life
to the full.

After we had finished and showered both of us, now 31 wandered down to
the hotel dining room for our dinner and from there to the bar and
settled down for a few drinks and it was then he told me about him and
Nathan all those years ago.

I sat there for the next two hours listening intently and by the end of
it I knew my friend even better than I thought I did.
"I bet you think I'm some sort of weirdo Dave. I just wanted to tell you
as Nathan and I are the only ones who know what happened and for years I
wanted to tell you but was a little worried you would think badly of me."

"What is there in what you have told me that you think I would?"

"A 24 year old guy and a 14 year old boy?"

"And? Look, I have no reason to think badly of you, all this was a man
and a boy who made love and neither of whom were worse off after it, in
fact quite the opposite and who the hell am I to judge anyway? I'm bloody
sure I could make a few toes curl up."|

"You mean you and, what's his name? Patrick? He was 16 right?"

"Fifteen and a few more the same age as well." I thought for a while and
smiled at Ryan, he smiled back thinking I wanted to take him back to our
room, that would happen after this.

"Ryan do you mind if I write your story and send it to that site I told
you I write too? I will of course make sure of yours and Nathan's
privacy." Ryan thought about it and then smiled at me.

"Only if you take me back upstairs and fuck me again."

"I was going to anyway." It wouldn't happen as it turned out.

I will write the story as Ryan told it to me and therefore Ryan will be
in the first person some of the time. Oh by the way, I'm David Morrison.
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"Dave, I need to go back to when I was 10 years old and when my nephew
Nathan was born. He was an unplanned pregnancy and my brother and his
girlfriend got the shock of their lives when she realised she was in the
club. Fuck knows how ANYONE these days gets pregnant if they don't want
to and all I can think is the pair of them were pissed and forgot
whatever precautions they usually took.

My brother Geoff had no intention of leaving the navy or be a responsible
father, although he did financially provide for the cock up!  Sandra
would have to deal with it on her own as she refused to get married and
would stay in her own home. It actually worked for a while but she became
more and more pissed off because she could not continue to study full
time and had to give up Law School to look after Nathan, that's were my
mum and I came in and got sucked into baby sitting him and before we knew
it she would bring him to our house every day and dump him with us and
after a few months he was with us just about the whole time and she
would only have him on the occasional weekend. I know I told you about
that, so nothing new there and I also know I told you how much I loved
having the little chap stay because he was brilliant! He smiled and
giggled just about the whole time and even when he started to teeth he
would still keep trying to smile while he cried his eyes out. I loved it
when he would crawl to me and hold on tight around my neck for security
and when he woke up in the middle of the night waiting to be fed or
because he needed to be changed.
After everything was done I would cuddle him and sing daft songs to
him until I thought I could put him back into his cot. When he was almost
down, he would stiffen up and I would have to bring him back up and sing
another daft song!

Everything I tell you Dave is of course in hindsight and I realise now
all Nathan needed was physical comfort and play and we gave him lots of
both. Ok, that could be said of all babies and toddlers but I also know
many don't get it even from those who should. I just responded to his
wishes and needs, but that was no problem as we both enjoyed what we both
gave to one another, it was all so normal. Nathan was a joy and I loved
every moment we were together and I know I would have made a good dad
but when I realised I was gay, I knew I could never be one. Now of course
many gay couples have become parents and I'm not sure that's right, but I
would never say it's wrong either.

I would have an hour with him until I had to go to school and he would
still be there when I got home and often at weekends when Sandra had to
go away, which we know now was with one of her many lovers. Christ! She
must have had more pricks than a dart board!

I need to fast forward five years to when I was 15 when I had that
massive bit of luck which mapped out my whole future and become an artist
after I made that sketch of Trevor Masters, remember him?"
"A God on steroids?"
"No you twat, his body was all him and nothing else, but he was up his
own ass and loved himself which I took advantage of.

Nathan by now lived with mum and me almost permanently and he was a
delight. He was happy, full of fun and we didn't have one issue about
him. He came to understand I was not his father, but allowed me to take a
father role.  I did not want to be called "uncle" and it was just natural
for him to call me by my first name and we would wait to explain why he
lived with us and not his parents. He loved school and made loads of
friends and the house was always full of them playing in the garden and
swimming in the pool when they could use it, so long as I was there of
course to supervise but even then, again looking back, I noticed that by
the time he was nine and his friends had gone he would suddenly become
much more physical other than play fight when I would chuck him and the
kids all over the place and just have fun. As soon as the last friend
left he was all over me like a rash with his arms, legs and lovely slim
body wrapped round mine and would cling on and have his face next to mine
and even kissed my cheek loads of times. I of course would have my arms
around his body and he seemed to love that, I know I did. BUT, and this
is important for me to get across, I NEVER thought of him in the way many
people would think and I know you know what I mean.

By the time you and I got to fifteen we were having sex for two years and
both of us knew we were gay and then of course you moved and we saw much
less of one another. I was very upset when you buggered off when we were
16 but during 13 and 15 my art work came on in leaps and bounds and it
was during art class one day it all changed for me when I drew a portrait
of Trevor. I more or less told Trev he would be my subject and two hours
later I showed him my work. He nearly had an orgasm looking at himself,
but it was when I told him I would do more of him he really got
interested. He invited me to go to his place when his parents were out
and I sketched him in all sorts of poses and outfits, from casual to
sports kit and then finally got him down to his pants. When he saw that
one, he went down to the basement and found a frame and put the sketch in
there and then. The next suggestion he agreed to without hesitation and
got naked some weeks later and to cut a long story short I told him he
would have to start paying me for my work, "either money or sex."
I loved sucking his huge cock and the rest of the sex was great as well!"

"You mean you were having sex with him and me at the same time?"

"Yep, but you were better."

"You fucking tart! What happened to him?"

"He went into straight and gay porn as well as escorting and made a
fortune apparently. Anyway because of him I drew quite a few more
guys and when I joined the badminton and swimming clubs I suddenly had a
queue and made my own, very small, fortune.
I was introduced to many more people and by the time I left art college I
was established and could just about name my own fee. The sex was great
as well with a few of them, I could tell quite a lot of stories about
some young aspiring sportsmen who became household names believe me.
I had made quite a name for myself and was eventually introduced
to several young and older actors, dancers and quite a few in pop music
and it was like a bomb going off, I think I fucked as often as I drew!"

"Going to tell me who?"

"Piss off, you don't bite the hand who feeds you, but I will say I LOVE
ballet dancers and Gymnasts!"

"Ok don't then. So what about you and Nathan?"

"It was when he got to nine several things happened. I already told you
about the times when he would cuddle into me after his friends had gone
and we were by ourselves, but that was not the only thing I noticed. He
would often cuddle into me when I was at my table drawing, he would come
behind me and wrap his arms around my neck and put his head against mine
and watch as I worked. He didn't say a word, just cuddled and watched.
Christ it was so lovely, his slim arms around me and every now and then
squeeze me. I would just smile and put my free hand on his head and
ruffle his long ginger hair and stroke his face before going back to
work. But then he would suddenly leave me and go and watch tv or read his
book and I must say I did not understand why he did at first, but it
became clearer later.

If I was not drawing I would be either cooking the evening meal or in the
lounge watching tv or reading waiting for mum to get back from work but
whatever I was doing, Nathan was never more than two inches from me and
he would always be touching me, it maybe an arm around my shoulder or
holding my hand or even cuddling into my chest while we sat on the couch
with my arm around him............until that is when mum came in and then
he would shoot off and be "involved" in something else.
It did not click straight away until I realised he did not want mum to
see us physically close together. He knew I didn't have a problem with
it of course but the little chap had already worked out mum might not be
too pleased. How the hell he thought that out, goodness knows.

I remember one evening mum was late coming home from work, we had our
meal and were in the lounge watching tv. As always when we were alone I
would be sitting on the couch and on this occasion Nathan, instead of
sitting next to me holding my hand, or my arm around his shoulder, he
laid down on my lap with his head on my......well....., his head was on
my lap and therefore cock and it was getting hard as the little fucker
kept moving and telling me, "it feels different Ryan!" And laughed his
head off. The little shit was SEDUCING me and I realised some time
later, he had been doing it for at least two fucking years! It more or
less clicked that this happened every time mum either came in or he heard
her come down stairs. He shot off of my lap and went and sat at one of
the arm chairs and opened his laptop and pretended he had been there all
the time. I think I had already worked out by then he was gay, but at
that age dismissed it and just waited for him to make it more obvious.

"Did you hope he was?"

"I'm not sure and definitely didn't try to find out. I knew if he was it
would become apparent soon enough and NO I had no intention of helping
him on his way."

For years I had bathed him, which was always fun and I always ended up as
wet as him. We both loved it when I shampooed that lovely head of ginger
hair of his and it always looked great afterwards. I would dry him off
and get him into bed shorts and top, then chuck him onto his bed and he
would scramble under the duvet giggling his head off as I pinched his
bum.
When he was settled I would read his story and then kiss him goodnight,
on the lips after the chapter I was reading.
"Night night my little man, sleep well....Love you."
"Night night Ryan, love you too." He would always hold me close and
squeeze me tight and I would do the same to him. I would kiss him again
and turn the light off and go back down stairs to work on my latest
commission. But I was becoming unsure about bath and bedtimes and so
I stopped it.

"Nathan, I think you should bath on your own from now on, you are nearly
10 years old and you can read your own story. You are much more grown up
now and I think the kiss goodnight should stop as well. I will come up
and say goodnight when your in bed. That ok?" It was far from being ok
and that was the only time he was upset with me so I had to go through it
again to help him understand that as he was now at the beginnings of
puberty, men and boys can still stay close without the man bathing and
kissing like we do.
He was still upset though and needed to know what else was going to
change and without waiting for me to tell him, he told me what he wanted
instead.

"I still want us to play fight, hold your hand and sit by you when we are
on our own Ryan, what can be wrong in that?" To be honest I could not
come up with anything that was wrong with it.

"Its just me bathing you when your naked and the kissing when I say
goodnight Nathan."

"Can I still kiss you on the cheek or your forehead instead of on the
lips?" Why not I thought, I had seen plenty of sons kissing their
father's that way and visa versa.

"That will be fine and I will kiss you the same way." His lovely face
broke into a huge smile and he was happy again.

I would like to think I have done some good in my life time and had a few
good ideas but this next one was my best since that time I pulled your
shorts down and sucked you off.

It was just after Nathan's 10th birthday, I had gone upstairs to his room
to say goodnight and half hour later I hugged him  and went back down to
watch tv with mum. There was a documentary on about adoption and by the
end of it both mum and I were thinking the same but it was me who said
it.

"Mum, how would you feel if Sandra took Nathan away from us?" Mum didn't
say anything for some time then looked at me.

"Just about as bad as if someone had tried to take you away from me. That
programme has taught me a lot about grandparents rights if it can be
proved a child's parents are not adequate. Geoff has already waved his
own rights I should think, he has had nothing to do with his son and I'm
sure he would happily sign Nathan over to us, but Sandra is different,
not because she would want to keep Nathan because of her love for him,
but more to do with being shown up as a bad mother, however proving it is
another matter."

"Abandoning him?"

"I don't know enough about the law, although that programme tells us it
can be done. Ryan, it could take time and be expensive, but now you said
that I'm going to find out, just think about this though, it could get
ugly, Sandra we know can be a real bitch."

She was and as soon as Sandra became aware my mum was filing for custody,
the claws came out and our lawyer had a hell of a fight to stop her
taking Nathan to the States and live with her latest boyfriend who we
were convinced would only be the same as the others, brief.

It took two years and a lot of money, not that that was important at
least my late dad had left mum well provided for. Nathan himself became
the most important person in all this of course and he had to go through
a lot of shit convincing the authorities that he in fact wanted his
grandmother to be granted custody of him in the first place.

He made me smile when he told me his main reason why he didn't want to be
taken away from us was because he loved me so much. "I love grandma May
as well of course, but I know I cant live without you Ryan." It took a
lot of time telling him the lawyers may not want to hear that and
convince him to just say we were the only family he knew and did not want
to be separated.

"They may get the wrong idea about you and me Nathan and although there
is nothing to hide, some people could think differently."

"Don't worry, I may only be 12, but I know what I want and wont fuck up!"

"NATHAN! I never ever heard you swear!"

"There's a lot you don't know about me Ryan, but when I want something I
go all out to get it." He smiled at me and before I could stop him he
kissed me on the lips and then smiled again. "See what I mean?"

All parties sat in the family court, us on one side of the massive table
and Sandra and her team on the other and the judge at the head. We felt
pretty confident, but this was decision time and suddenly all three of us
found ourselves as nervous as hell. After everyone had said their bit the
judge told us there would be a recess and we would be called back for his
judgement. An hour later we were called back in.

He looked at Nathan and smiled at him.

"Nathan, if it were you sitting in my chair, what would you be saying to
the court?" That took us all by surprise and looking at Sandra she knew
she had lost.

"I would say that my Grandmother and my Uncle have custody of me because
I am so happy being with them, they have been my real parents." The boy
hesitated and the judge waited knowing he wanted to say more. "Your
Honour, if you say I cant live with them I will be the most unhappy
person you ever met." He looked at his mother. "Sorry mum but I don't
even know you, why should you want me anyway?" Sandra did the only thing
left to her and burst into tears, I think with shame.

"Thank you Nathan I could not have put it better myself and grant you
what you wish for, your grandmother, Mrs Walsh, now has full
parental custody of you and I wish you all every happiness. Case closed."

There was one very strange out come to all this and that was when my
mother applied to adopt Nathan, which was granted, Nathan's father
also became his brother, his grandmother became his mother and I was not
only his uncle but brother as well! His mother would also become his
sister in law? What ever she was, we haven't heard from her since.

Nathan's 13th birthday was his first as a son and brother and we were up
early so he could open his presents before he went to school and mum and
I went to work, which for me was staying at home trying to catch up with
my clients. I had shit loads to do and was behind. Later that evening
while we were eating mum made an announcement.

"Right you two, its Friday tomorrow and we are going for a long car drive
down to Devon. Don't ask questions, just be ready to leave at 8." We both
responded as sons always do and tried to prise it out of her. She was
having none of it and told Nathan it was his bedtime.
I sat on his bed and we tried guessing what it was when I went up to say
goodnight to him. We were like a couple of kids and only one of us was,
Nathan 13 and me 23. I think its pretty obvious when we were together I
went down to his age and became a boy again, I loved it. We cuddled
goodnight and I went back down to try again.
"Piss off, its your bed time as well!" She said. I poured the wine and we
sat down for an adult chat and said nothing.

Dead on eight I drove us towards Devon with mum giving instructions and
headed for Stoke Fleming which is not far west of Dartmouth. I will
remember that day for many reasons one of which was the weather, it was
pissing down and would stay like that until we got back home Sunday
night.

When we got to Fleming she told me to turn left onto a country road which
turned into a narrow lane and seemed to come to a dead end except a track
which she told me to drive down. Thank Christ I had a 4x4 which I was
still paying mum back for buying it for me.

"Where the hell are we going mother?"
"Shut up and drive." Nathan tried instead.
"Where are we going Ma Ma?"
"Shut up and watch Ryan, he may get us lost and don't take the piss."
Nathan of course split himself and I turned a bend and there it was, a
Canadian log cabin and absolutely wonderful. I switched off and Nathan
and I turned round to look at our mother.
"What now?"
"Its yours Ryan, I bought it with your inheritance from dad, I want it so
you can come here as much as you need for your work. I know its a crap
day, but believe me its a fantastic place, the cliff top is just 50
feet away and as you can see there is a wood that will keep you private.
It belonged to the family in the big house for years as a holiday retreat
for friends and relatives but they decided to sell it and hay ho, here we
are. Lets get inside and have a look."

"We went in and both Nathan and I fell in love with it as soon as we saw
the open plan with a huge fire at one end and the kitchen, dinning area
at the other. There was a spiral stair case going up to the bedroom which
was in fact a balcony and over looked the lounge. Even though it was such
awful weather outside, inside it was quite warm with all that wood
surrounding us. It was empty and it would take a while to furnish the
whole place out which would take time as I'm a fussy bugger and wanted
only the best.
We spent the day planning and going out to eat and by the time we left I
was sure of what I wanted.

"During that year a great deal happened and it was Nathan's turn to get
lucky as to his future career. He came with me when I had to go to see
two guys that wanted sketches drawn to celebrate their 25 years together.
Drew and Albert were in their 50's and as well as being very skilled,
they were lovely guys and we all got on great together. I was to draw
them in their workshop and it would take two days, Nathan came with me on
both of them. They were carpenters and antique furniture restorers with a
hell of a reputation. They also made reproduction period furniture as
well as furniture of their own design and were very successful. Nathan
took one look at it and fell in love with the whole thing and by the end
of the two days, and then being asked many times to visit, they invited
Nathan to keep coming back and begin to work with them and that lead to
him being offered an apprenticeship when he left school at 16, so long as
he kept up his enthusiasm and commitment. That's another story though. As
it turned out it was good for me as well as I was asked to complete
dozens of sketches of their work which would be sent to potential
customers instead of photographs, which for some reason worked, it also
meant I was there when Nathan was and I could watch him work, he was
brilliant. He would often break off from what he was doing as well and
come and watch me and as normal had an arm around my shoulder. Just
before he would go back to his work, he would do the same as always, give
me a squeeze and trot off.

One day when I was at the workshop Drew, Albert and I were having a tea
break one morning, Nathan was at school and I needed to tell them we
would be missing for a month in two weeks time and going to the cabin
while work was being carried out on the house. It badly needed a new roof
and a complete redecoration.
"We have planned it well, its the summer holiday and he is of course off
school, so he and I will be away the whole time."
"That's lovely Ryan, plenty of time to yourselves and be yourselves no
doubt." They both laughed at that and looked at me, smiling. It took a
while for it to click.

"Oh NO! I mean, oh my word, NO, we........we are not like...." I tailed
off not knowing what to say.

"Not like what Ryan? Well my dear as we both know you and Nathan are
gay and if you are..........lets say "together?" Albert and I would not
be at all surprised........and my dear, delighted!"

"Drew! He is only just coming up to 14 and, although I admit I'm gay, I
tend to stick to what is legal and not.....you know." Again I tailed off
and hoped the subject would be dropped but they were having none of it.

"Look Ryan, we both knew when we first met you two that you COULD be
involved and we spoke about nothing except you two for days and as for
legality, let me ask you this, IF Nathan was 18 in two weeks instead of
14 what could happen between you when you get to the cabin?" I
didn't reply because I damb well knew what would happen, at least I knew
then what I hoped it would be, I also realised I had been fighting
against it for God knows how long. (since I stopped bathing him and
kissing him goodnight on the lips when he was 9!? NINE? But I had never
stopped the other physical stuff though, the cuddling, hugging, him
laying on my lap and LOVING it. Oh my word!)

"Look Ryan, I'm so sorry if we have embarrassed you, we did not mean too,
but let me say one thing about legality and ask you this. What do you
think should happen to someone if its proved he or she killed another
person?"

"Life in prison of course."

"Because taking a life is illegal, right?"

"Right." Where the hell is this going I wondered.

"Many years ago when the punishment for murder was hanging, a boy of 16
killed his mother. What do you think should have happened to him?"

"I don't believe in hanging, but in those days he would be."

"Right, but when he was tried for his mothers murder he was not only not
hung, but released a free man, well boy actually."

"How come?"

"He had watched his terminally ill mother dying and in great pain for
months. He had to do everything for her as she was unable to do a thing
for herself and the poor lad was in his own distress as he saw his mother
deteriorate day by day over those many many months. In the end he snapped
and smothered his mother with her pillow as she slept putting her out of
her misery at long last. As soon as he knew she was now at peace, he went
straight to the police and handed himself in and of course charged with
his mothers murder. During his trial it all came out and with her doctor
telling the court of his mothers condition and confirming she was dying
anyway and in great pain, he was exonerated from the charge and, as I
said, set free. He broke the law of course but had his own luck in that
he not only had a jury that did not have tunnel vision, but also a judge
who understood what this boy had been through. His defence asked a
question which is another reason he was freed and asked the court if it
was more "criminal" to watch his mother die, knowing she was going
to anyway, or ending her life by his own hand and releasing her from her
agony."

"That's a great story Drew, but what has that got to do with a man who
MAY want to have a physical experience with a boy?"

"You mean fuck him of course! You BOTH want it to happen and that's the
difference between one who does and one who's not sure and its you Ryan
who is not sure, not Nathan. Albert and I went round the block a few
times before we met and let us tell you we know all the signs that two
males have something much more than just being good friends. Most males
tend to have very close relationships with their close mates that can be
just a hairs width from becoming a physical friendship in all its
homosexual beauty. Ryan, we know that you and Nathan are much more than
close and we also know you would NEVER take advantage of him, but my dear
boy Albert and I know he would like you to do just that. The story I told
you was about an illegal act, but it was proved not to be and we cannot
believe that if you two made love it CANNOT be illegal because that's
what you both want. Laws are well thought out to protect the vulnerable,
but there are times when the law cannot cover two individuals who feel
more about one another than the law stipulates despite age, gender or
religious doctrine. Ryan, we have both got to know Nathan a little and we
are sure he would NEVER get involved in anything he did not want to
happen anyway. Nathan has a very mature head on those young shoulders and
that's one reason why we want him to be here and train with us as he has
so much potential." Drew stopped and laughed his head off.

"What?"

"He is also great eye candy as the Yanks say Ryan! A beautiful boy but
even more important, a beautiful person."

"Touch him and I will burn this place down."

"THERE! We said you are in love with him, now you have said that, we know
you are!"

"Do me a favour both of you?"

"Of course."

"Don't tell him that, please."
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