Date: Mon, 17 Feb 2003 02:07:42 +0000
From: tommy nofeet <tommynofeet@hotmail.com>
Subject: Brothers and Lovers part 2

DISCLAIMER: the following FICTIONAL story contains vivid descriptions of
sex between young boys. If this is offensive to you, or
viewing of such material is illegal where you're at, DON'T READ IT!
Otherwise, enjoy it.
And e-mail me comments if you have anything nice to share.


The author would like to point out that this is a story of love, and the
realisation of something hidden deep within. Yes, there is sex later on, and
yes, it is between boys, but I don't think it would be the same without it.
In other words, boys are horny, and they get up to things...


Brothers and Lovers - Part 2

Chapter 4 - Surprises

Saturday nights were barbeque nights in the summer at our house. As long as
it wasn't raining, my dad would haul a bag of charcoal out to the brick
structure at the end of the garden and dump the majority of it in, along
with half a box of firelighters. Then it was only a matter of chucking half
a dozen matches at it until the fire caught, and waiting an hour or so for
the fire to burn down so that we could get within a mile of it. I think my
dad was a bit of a pyromaniac... The worst part about barbeques was the
waiting, which was quickly followed by the best bit - the eating. Anyway,
these events became a regular opportunity for Mike's mum to come over and
gossip with mine, and of course Mike and I would have spent the day together
somewhere in the woods. We would stand around cooking meat all evening, my
dad the master of the barbeque, warding everyone off with sharp snaps of his
tongs. Mike and I would always test his reflexes, attacking from both sides
at once, but dad was too quick, and would often nip one of us before we
could get out of reach. The game always led to our mutual dissolution into
fits of giggles, and eventually we had to be ordered to clam down before we
were sent to my room. Of course, that wouldn't have been much of a problem,
considering how generally horny we were, but we didn't think it best to push
my dad too far.
It was at one of these weekly events that my dad decided to spring a huge
surprise, albeit a nice one, on us all. My parents had been talking about
going on holiday, and Sarah had suggested that we try Crete for a couple of
weeks. She'd been once when she was younger, and loved the atmosphere. Mum
and dad were really interested in the idea, and got her to tell everything
she knew, and before long it was pretty much decided that we were going to
Crete. They were talking about the practicalities of having a ten year old
with them when dad just came out with it.
'Does Mike have all the clothes he'll need when he comes with us, Sarah?'
Mike's mum's eyes went wide, and she nearly choked on the burger she was
eating.
'I'm sorry, what was that?'
'Well, I kind of assumed that Mike would come with us. We could hardly leave
him behind, could we?'
'Can I really go, mum?' asked Mike, an excited look in his eyes. He really
looked gorgeous when he was like that, I decided.
'I'm sorry, Mike, but you know I can't afford it,' she said, bringing
instant disappointment to her son's face, and mine.
'Oh, I wasn't expecting you to pay, Sarah,' said my dad. 'We were going to
get a family package anyway, and they charge you a surplus if you don't have
four people. In a way you'd be doing us a favour.'
'I'm still not sure, Martin. What about David?'
David was my older brother, and I knew he would rather spend the summer with
his university friends. Dad also knew he wouldn't want to come with us, and
after a little more persuasion, not a little of it from Mike and myself,
Sarah finally agreed to let her son come with us. This immediately caused
significant excitement for us boys, and we started racing around the garden,
generally making ten-year-old boy noises at high volume. My dad eventually
forced us to a halt by taking out the garden hose and soaking us both
thoroughly. That led to shivering in the cooling evening air, and we were
sent up to take a shower and get ready for bed. In all the excitement, we'd
not noticed the time, and it was nearly ten o'clock. As usual, we spent the
night together after a long hot shower, our arms and legs entwined like an
eight-limbed, two headed boy-octopus.
The next day, I was working on one of my model airplanes at the table in my
room when my dad came in to say hello, and chat about this and that. Mike
had gone home to help his mum with a big tidy-up of their garden, and I was
instructed to allow them to spend some time together without me around. I
didn't understand at the time, although I can see now that I was being a
little selfish and keeping Mike to myself. What can I say - I loved him.
Anyway, my dad didn't want to say anything in particular - I think he just
wanted to remind me he was about the house. Just as he was leaving, having
decided to mow the back lawn, I decided to thank him for letting Mike come
with us. He was halfway out the door, and turned back to me with a strange
smile on his face.
'That's alright, Tom,' he said. 'We could hardly separate you from your
boyfriend for two weeks, could we?'
I was speechless, my eyes wide and the colour draining from my face. My dad
just smirked and closed the door behind him as he left. I couldn't move for
a few seconds, the only motion my heart thumping rapidly in my chest. My dad
knew, and that probably meant my mum knew too. Surely they should be angry
with me, and stop me seeing Mike. My world was falling down around me, and
in an attempt to save what I could, I went in search of my father, just as
soon as my legs would hold me.
I found him tinkering with the engine of his sit-on mower. I'm not entirely
sure he knew what he was doing, exactly, but that was the furthest thing
from my mind just then.
'Dad?'
'Yes, Tom?'
'Um, Mike and me, we aren't.. I mean we don't...er..'  I really couldn't
think of anything to say that would convince my dad that things weren't all
that bad.
'Tom, it's ok. Really, it is. Your mum and I don't mind what you and Mike
get up to, as long as you're happy. And you keep it private...'
I blushed heavily. My dad clearly knew for certain that there was something
going on. I couldn't avoid the issue any longer.
'How did you find out?'
'I think the real giveaway was when your mum walked into your room a couple
of weeks ago and found you two in bed, and your pants on the floor. She put
one and one together, and came up with a couple.' He laughed at his pun,
though I was in no mood for humour.
'You've known for that long?'
'Yes.'
'And you still want Mike to come on holiday with us?'
'Of course. You'd be useless without him around.'
'Does his mum know?'
'Yes, she does. Your mum was meant to wait a bit, but she couldn't hold back
and went straight to see Sarah.'
'Is she angry?'
'I don't know,' dad answered. 'Why don't you ask him,' he said, pointing
past me to where the side path emerged into the garden. Stood there, looking
rather nervous and uncertain, was Mike. My boyfriend. I walked over to him,
and when he saw I was smiling, he started to grin too.
'You ok?' he asked.
'Yeah, you?'
'Yeah. My mum just told me she knows about us.'
'Mine does too, and my dad.'
'Are they ok with it?'
'Yeah, they still want you to come on holiday with us. What about your mum,
what did she say?'
'I don't really know. She just hugged me lots, and then told me to come over
here to see you. She called you my boyfriend.'
'That's what my dad called you.'
'Is that what we are, then?' Mike asked.
'Yeah, I s'pose so, if that's what you want.'
'Yeah, that would be cool.'
'Cool.'
And that was about as far as the conversation went. We really didn't know
what to say to each other. Now officially a couple, we wandered up to my
room and just sat around listening to the radio for a while. We didn't dare
get up to any sex games, for the fear of being discovered in the middle of
something was far too great.



Chapter 5 - Rollercoaster

The next week or so was like a rollercoaster, my emotions soaring up,
dropping down and then rising once more. I'll explain...
Now that it was out in the open, my dad would tease me about having a
boyfriend, just the same way he teased my brother when he'd fallen for a
girl at around the same age. But he was really great about it, and to our
intense embarrassment, turned up one morning before we were out of bed to
put a lock on my bedroom door. He left quickly so we could throw some
clothes on, and then got down to work. We were eating breakfast in the
kitchen when he came down, having finished quite quickly.
'Right, boys, the lock's sorted. Here,' he said, handing us a little plastic
bag with two keys in it. 'There's one each for you there, and no spare, so
for goodness' sake don't go and lose them when the door's locked.'
'Does that mean you and mum won't com into my room any more?'
'Not unless you invite us, or the door's open. It's time you had proper
privacy. I'm not sure we'll be wheeling in a double bed quite yet, but
you're growing up, and you need independence.'
'What about cleaning?'
'Well, that's the trade-off - if you want the lock, you have to keep the
place tidy.'
He smiled and ruffled my hair as he got up from the table, and went to talk
to my mum in the garden. Mike and I were just about to go and play around
with the lock when my mum came in, fishing something out of her pocket as
she came.
'Your father told me he's finished putting the lock on the door. Just be
responsible, boys, ok? You know where the vacuum cleaner is - use it. And
Mike, before you ask, your mum knows. In fact, she gave me these to give
you.' She handed over a small velvet pouch, which I immediately opened and
upended. Into my palm fell two silver chains. Neither Mike nor I got the
idea at first, and our quizzical looks led my mum to explain.
'For the keys, boys, so you can keep them round your necks.'
Mike and I just looked at each other, then in unison said 'cool'. We thanked
my mum, who made us promise to thank Sarah as well, and then raced upstairs
to investigate my father's handiwork.

The good mood only lasted until that evening, though. As was becoming quite
a common occurrence, Mike's mum came over to have dinner with us. She'd
become a fixture since the relationship with her new boyfriend had broken
down. This evening, though, she was being a little quieter than she normally
was, and after a while, my mum couldn't stand it any longer and asked what
was wrong.
'I've got some bad news, I'm afraid. I went to the Post office today about
applying for a passport for Mike, and there's a backlog at the office. They
won't be able to issue a passport for six weeks.'
We were going on holiday in two weeks, almost to the day. Even at ten we
knew that mike wouldn't be able to travel with us if he didn't have a
passport. Mike couldn't bear to sit at the table when he heard the news, and
ran from the room, heading for my bedroom. His mum got up to go after him,
but when she saw me doing the same indicated that perhaps I should go.
When I got up there, Mike was lying face down on my bed, sobs racking his
body. I closed the door behind me, clicking the new lock shut with my key
before replacing it around my neck. Walking over to my bed, I sat down
beside Mike and put my arm on his shoulder. He shrugged it off, but I could
tell the effort was half-hearted, and replaced my hand. This time, he was
content for it to be there. After a while, the crying subsided, and Mike
rolled onto his side away from me. His eyes were rimmed with red, and the
his tears had formed a large wet patch on my pillow.
'Sorry,' he said, his voice still shaky. 'I so wanted to go on holiday with
you.'
'I wanted you to come, too. I don't want to go if you're not coming.'
'You mean that?'
'Yeah,' I said, leaning forward to take him into a hug. We lay there for
some time, and must have dozed off, for the next thing I knew my mum was
knocking on the door, asking if she could come in.
'Hang on a minute,' I called back, realising that the door was still locked.
I fished out my key and unlocked it, then opened my door to a face filled
with concern.
'Is Mike ok?' she asked, barely louder than a whisper.
'He's upset about not going. I don't want to go if he's going to be this
upset.'
'Well,' my mum said, 'it might not be so bad after all. Why don't you take a
minute to get Mike composed, and then come downstairs.'
'Ok, if you want.' I wasn't entirely convinced that my mother was sane - how
could it not be so bad, we were going to be separated for two weeks?!
I woke Mike, whose eyes were still red, and took him to the bathroom to get
his faced cleaned of the tears streaks and the snot which threatened to
bubble out of his cute little nose at ay point. I had to admit to myself
that there were occasions, rare though they were, that Mike looked less than
angelic, and these was one of those times. But we managed between us to get
him looking respectable and wandered unsteadily downstairs to the living
room.
My mum and dad and Sarah were all sat around, looking a little more cheerful
than had been the case when we'd left the dinner table.
'Boys,' my dad started,' there may be a way around this after all. I have a
friend, from university, who now works in the Home Office. That's where they
deal with this sort of thing. I put together some shares for him a while
ago, and he owes me a favour. I've told your mum, Mike, that I will talk to
Nathan in the morning, and see if there's anything that can be done. I'm not
making any promises, but Nathan holds quite a lot of influence, so there's a
chance we might be able to get the application processed more quickly.'
All the time my dad was talking, both Mike and I were getting more excited.
When he was finished, we both simultaneously rushed over to give my dad a
hug.
'Hang on, hang on!' he said from somewhere under two ten-year-old bundles of
excitement. 'Nothing's certain yet. I will try as hard as I can though, ok?'
We both nodded, but carried on hugging him. It was a thin ray of hope, but
it was a ray nonetheless, and something for us to hold onto.

The next day was a nervous time. Dad had already left to go to the city
before we stumbled out of bed, having decided to go to see Nathan in person,
so they could also discuss some business while he was there. Mike and I sat
around in our shorts and nothing else, the oppressive heat of an English
summer day (as I recall, one of only two real summer days we had that year!)
making any sort of activity more effort than it was worth. We were full of
nervous excitement, but there was nothing we could do to release it. Or so
we thought. Two boys, excited and with nothing to occupy themselves, tend to
increase exponentially in horniness levels, and when my mum suggested that
we have a cold shower to cool ourselves down, both out minds jumped to
exactly the same page of the sex education book we read so often. Our minds
weren't the only things jumping, though - both our little willies came
straight to attention as soon as the suggestion was made, and we had to
struggle to get past my mum without her seeing the tents in our nylon footie
shorts.
Once in the shower, we were insatiable. The kisses came hot and fast, and
the new technique of frenching we'd learned from watching television late
one night was serving us well. We'd actually managed to get a bit of soap on
each others' bodies before we started to mess around, and that helped our
slim tummies to slide past each other as we ground our crotches together.
The feeling was intense, though one we'd had before. In fact, it was one of
our favourite ways to get off together. Oral sex was still distant on the
horizon, something talked about in hushed whispers on the playground, but
well beyond our scope of knowledge. Anal sex wouldn't occur to our young
minds until they were prompted some time later, but I'm getting ahead of
myself here. So we just ground against each other, the stimulation not quite
enough to cause the orgasms we experienced while in bed with each other, but
still nice enough that we continued for some time. It was good to have
something to take our minds off what might or might not be happening in
London.

After messing around for a while in my room after our shower, both finally
achieving the orgasms we craved with a spot of mutual wanking, we walked
downstairs to find my father just coming in through the door. His face was
grave, and he almost couldn't look at us. After saying hello to my mum, he
came to talk to us. When he knelt down, I knew something was wrong, and my
stomach dropped.
'Boys, I've got some bad news,' he started. I just knew it! I thought to
myself. 'I'm afraid it will take Nathan a week to get the passport sorted.'
Being so nervous, we were listening more to the tone of my father's voice
than what he was actually saying. Our heads went down. And then it twigged,
at the same time for both of us. Mike and I looked into each others eyes,
silently communicating the thoughts - we weren't meant to be going on
holiday for another week and a half! Looking at my dad, it became obvious
that he was trying to stifle a laugh.
'Got you!' he said, no longer able to hold himself back.
'Dad!' I cried, and then jumped him, toppling him backwards from his
kneeling position on the floor. Mike soon joined in, and we tried as hard as
we could to pin my dad down and mercilessly tickle him for what he'd put us
though. Eventually it was my mum who stopped the attack, by shouting that
dinner was ready. Mike and I, who'd forgone lunch in favour of other
pursuits, suddenly realised we were both ravenous, and ran into the dining
room.



Chapter 6 - Crete

Mike's passport came only a matter of days later, personally couriered by my
father's friend Nathaniel, who had accepted a dinner invitation. He was a
stylish man, rolling up in a BMW several years newer than my father's, and
was the sort of man that ten year old boys idolised. Mike certainly found
the man intriguing, and my father noticed my jealous stares as Mike doted
over him.
'It's ok, Tom. Nathaniel prefers his men a little bit older.'
I stared at my father in shock.
'Nathaniel's gay?'
'Yeah, he came out at university. Used to have a bit of a crush on me, or so
it was said. He never said anything to me about it though. I guess that's
why I can accept you and Mike.'
'But we're not gays, dad!'
'Are you sure about that, Tom?' he asked, with a big smirk before he left me
standing there with a shocked expression on my face. I hadn't really thought
about it before, but I suddenly realised that the way I felt about Mike made
me gay. A poof, a queer. All those nasty words the other boys used at school
to be horrible to people.
Lying in bed that night, I asked Mike what he thought about us being gay.
'Dunno,' he said. 'Never thought about it, really. What d'you think?'
'Dunno.'
And that was about the extent of our conversation on the matter, before we
slipped into the nightly role of wanking each other. We'd still not needed
to progress any further than this mutual masturbation, although quite often
I would look very closely at Mike's willy as I did him. I loved to watch the
skin rolling back behind the head and then over again, and checked very
closely each time for any signs of hair, or for emission at orgasm. Neither
was present, though, and his own studies of my own body came to the same
conclusion. It was to be expected, though, as the book repeatedly told us.
Still, that was no consolation - the first of us to shoot real sperms would
be the hero...
We were flying out on a Friday evening, getting into the airport in Crete
late in the evening, which meant that we would hopefully be ready to get up
early and appreciate the island in the morning. Neither Mike nor I had flown
before, my dad never having the time off work to take us abroad, and Mike's
mum never having been able to afford a proper holiday fro herself and her
two sons. Thus, we were overly excited the whole time, running around the
airport and stopping only to stare in awe as the huge lumps of metal somehow
got into the air. We held hands, squeezing hard every time a plane left the
tarmac, convinced that soon one of them wouldn't make it. But every one of
them did, and soon my dad was dragging us away from the windows to stand in
the long and boring queue for the check-in. Heathrow airport was a huge
adventure for us kids, and though mum and dad tried to act annoyed with our
continual playing up, I think that deep down they were happy to see us
having so much fun.
Taking off in the plane was like the biggest rollercoaster in the world.
Mike and I sat hand in hand, eyes wide in shock as the huge acceleration hit
us, forcing us bodily back into our seats. He was a little more scared of it
than I was, coming close to breaking a few of my fingers he squeezed so
hard. It surprised me that he felt this way - after all, he was always the
one who had the guts when it came to new trails on the bikes, and was always
the one to go through with a dare. But here he was grabbing hold of me for
support. It got worse when the plane left the ground, and that huge lurch
that happens as the wings take the weight off the wheels had Mike grabbing
my whole arm, leaning in strongly and hugging it as hard as he could. It
made me feel warm inside that when he was scared he depended so strongly on
me.
About half way through the flight, with Mike and I bundled underneath
blankets and trying to sleep (it was rather late after all, and we'd had an
exciting day), he leaned over and whispered in my ear.
'I've got a really big stiffie on,' he said, before hiding a fit of giggles
in his blanket. There was enough cover under the blankets, and it was dark
enough in the cabin, that I could reach my hand across and grasp his hard
dick through his pants and tracksuit bottoms. I moved my arm up a bit, and
worked my way under the waistbands of both items of clothing, coming into
contact almost immediately with his hot willy. It was as hard as I could
remember it ever being, and though I didn't realise at the time, the natural
frequencies of vibrations in the airplane were the root cause. of course, it
didn't get any softer as I played with it. Mike just lay his head back and
closed his eyes, teeth clamped down on his blanket in an effort not to make
any noise. I made it a slow, tortuous wank, since there was little else to
do with out time. Ever so gently, I pulled the skin backwards and forwards,
feeling the hot spongy heat of his head when the skin was retracted. Mike
was trying to stay still, held in place to a certain extent by the seatbelt
he'd never removed. That had moved up around his stomach - it was never
particularly tight in the first place, and his squirming around pushed him
further and further down in his seat. About fifteen minutes later, my arm
was getting very tired, and since I couldn't swap to the other hand, I
decided to speed things up a bit. A few sharp jerks was all it took in
Mike's excited state to bring him to a shuddering dry orgasm. Almost
immediately he fell into a deep slumber, leaving me with a really hard dick
and nothing I could do apart from sort it out for myself. As I said, it was
really dark in the cabin, and I managed to make my way to the back of the
plane and the sanctuary of the toilets without my stiffie being obvious to
the other passengers. I locked myself in the toilets and looked around me.
Most of the passengers were asleep, so I had the opportunity to take my
time. There were mirrors on two of the walls, and I decided to watch myself
wank, something which I had never done before. Dropping my pants, and then
deciding to take them off entirely, I climbed onto the lid of the toilet so
that my dick came into view, and worked a bit of soap out of the dispenser
to use. It was a method I used every so often when I wanted to pull my skin
back as I wanked, and I did so now, pumping away into a ring formed of my
forefinger and thumb. For some reason I was slightly numb, and it took me a
while to get the feeling, but when I did it was a real knee shaker, and I
almost fell off my precarious position on the toilet. The benefit of the
soap, of course, was that I could clean my hands when I was done. Working my
way back to my seat, slightly unsteady on the rocking motion of the plane, I
seated myself next to my boyfriend and fell asleep leaning my head on his
shoulder.
Crete was amazing. There was no other word for it. Both Mike and I loved the
fantasies I would create at home, our imaginary world making up for the lack
of activity on a fairly regular basis. And the ancient Greek architecture
naturally lent itself to some fantastic stories. We were the men of legend,
jumping from stone to stone in mock sword-fights, or wrestling on the stage
of an amphitheatre. And the ruins were not the only great thing - the
beaches weren't bad either. Mike and I were not naturally ones for sitting
around bathing, but when my mum and dad were asleep in the sun we needed to
find something to do with our time. So we rated boys. I'm serious! We sat
there looking at all the boys our age, giving them a mark out of ten in
several categories, from hair and eyes to the amount of bulge they showed.
Most, unfortunately, showed nothing at all, hiding everything behind big
baggy trunks. Some, though, wore Speedos like Mike and I (I never properly
thanked Susan for buying those for us both. I guess she really cared, given
how hot Mike looked in his), and those were the ones who inevitably scored
the highest marks. It was hard to stay soft talking about boys like this,
and when I suddenly got stiff, so did Mike. Both our faces reddened, and we
quickly had to shift onto our stomachs to hide the fact we were aroused. But
none of the boys measured up to my boyfriend, and I told him so, which
elicited a bright blush and some sort of mumbling about how I was being
soppy.
My dad, the hero that he was, had got Mike and I our own room with only a
double bed, which occasioned a few odd looks from the hotel receptionist. We
didn't care though, since it meant that within the room we never had to wear
a thing if we didn't want. We would shower at night and lie on the bed
watching cable television, slowly fondling each others' hard dicks. Just the
thrill of getting away with what we were doing was enough to keep us hot.
The third night of our television watching was the revelation of our young
lives. Somehow, we found our way onto the pay-per-view channel, which seemed
to be having problems. There was porn playing without us having to pay for
it! Both Mike and I knew about porn - it was talked about at school - but
we'd never seen even the softest material in our lives. Enraptured by what
was happening on the screen, we concentrated on our own willies, ignoring
each other, other than making sure one side of our bodies was in contact
with the other person. The normal, straight stuff was ok, since we could
watch the men's dicks as they received everything that was coming to them,
but it was the gay porno which came on later which really got us hot. We
stopped wanking entirely, frozen by shock at the sight of two men going at
it. Things we had never conceived were played out on the screen in front of
us. And most amazing of all were the scenes of sucking and anal sex.
Eventually the channel sorted itself out, but not before Mike and I had seen
enough to get us well on the road to a fully sexual relationship. We just
lay there for a while, occasionally looking at each other and grinning,
before Mike broke the silence.
'Want to try some of that stuff?' he asked.
'Yeah, cool! Which stuff?'
'Let's start 'with the mouth stuff. I don't want your willy in my bottom.'
'Nor me,' I said, hoping that I sounded convincing - truthfully, it looked
like the man was really enjoying himself as the huge man's stiffie rammed
into him again and again. Maybe it wouldn't be too bad, although I kept that
thought to myself. 'Ok,' I continued, 'want me to do you first?'
'Ok,' said Mike, a huge grin splitting his face. He lay back on the bed and
arched his back, pushing his now very hard and pulsing willy into the air.
I kissed him fully on the lips for a minute or so, which was something we
had always started our sexual play with. It was like we were reassuring each
other that we felt the way we did (and still do...). Then I started to work
my way down his body, kissing him all over like I'd seen the man do it in
the film. I finally got to his dick, and with a lack of grace typical among
those who have not had much training, I engulfed the whole three inch
protuberance in one go. The foreskin hanging over the end tickled the back
of my mouth a bit, and so I rolled it back with my lips. This action bought
a gasp from Mike, whose hands were gripping the bed sheets. There was a
gorgeous look of concentration on his face, his brows knitted the way they
always were when we would pay video games at his house. His willy was so
smooth, the soft skin sliding easily around the hard heat within. it even
tasted nice - I loved the smell of his dick on my fingers, and the taste was
equally good if not better. It was like licking my own finger, but with an
added musty smell that I could only describe as 'Mike'. Being careful with
my teeth, as I knew I would want Mike to be, I started working up and down
on his dick. I knew to suck hard, since I'd seen the man's cheeks sucked in
as he worked on his friend's dick, and my actions seemed to be the right
ones, as Mike once again gasped, and started to actually pant when I got a
rhythm going. I think I was loving it as much as he was, especially as I got
to look up and see the ecstasy etched on his face. before long, and a lot
quicker than it usually came when we were wanking each other, Mike orgasmed,
a sort of keening noise issuing from his throat as he did so. When he
finally came back to earth, he was totally pumped up.
'That was so cool! I have to do that to you! What was it like doing it?'
'It was cool, of course. I was doing it on you.'
At that, he blushed, but still moved forward to kiss me. When he was
satisfied with the kissing, he pushed me by the shoulders onto my back.
'Your turn!' he said, a wicked grin on his face. I really had to remember to
thank my dad again for taking us to Crete...


Thats it for now, folks. The next part will come when I have time to write
it. If you have anything you want to say to me about the story, mail me at
tommynofeet@hotmail.com. i do read all your mail, and I try to respond when
Ihave the time. Also, keep looking out for further installments in my other
series, 'Stall Story'.