Date: Wed, 25 May 2022 11:36:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Danny The Bully Part Twenty Two (Young Friends) "How's your week been Tom?" Peter asked me once I'd sat down on the sofa with a glass of coke. The tape recorder was hopefully recording our conversation and I just hoped the slight whirr of it was just my imagination rather than an actual noise Peter could hear. I was really nervous though and I wasn't sure how to act natural. Just the knowledge that we were being recorded made my brain feel a bit foggy and I was struggling to know what to say. "Fine, um, I guess i'm still struggling a bit with you and Danny having um..sex together. It's been on my mind and I just don't know how to process it all." Hmmm subtle opening Tom, subtle opening. So much for acting natural. I wasn't sure if I could have made it any more fucking obvious that I was fishing for Peter to talk about it all again. I mentally cursed Gaz for suggesting this. We weren't going to the police, we weren't taking this to court, why wouldn't Trevor just not listen to what I'd say and believe it? Now I was put in a position where I was desperately trying to act normal in a completely abnormal situation. "Straight to the point Tom!" Peter replied, "I've pretty much said everything I want to say on this for now. I need to think about it more. What I can say again is that I feel bad that I let my desire for you and Danny to be a couple. I turned a blind eye to you not being totally into it. I wished....I guess I wanted some closure for the past for me and I overinvested that in the two of you. I want to reiterate that I would never ever ever hurt you. That inappropriate comment I made when I was drunk, I wish I could take that back. It hurts me that I betrayed the friendship we have built up. I respect you Tom. I love that I have been able to help be a bit of a father figure to you. Provide you with something you were missing. I just lost sight of boundaries for a very brief moment. I hope you understand that I'm sorry and it will never happen again." This was nice to hear from Peter but it wasn't exactly giving me any additional proof. He hadn't quite acknowledged my question about him and Danny having sex. He hadn't denied it but I had to push it, I needed more. "I do understand and thanks for the apology. It means a lot. you mean alot to me," I said, being honest with Peter. He had been someone who had really helped me over the previous months. If only things hadn't spiralled out of control. I'd be none the wiser and things would be like they were before. But then again would me and Gaz be where we are relationship wise if the shock of me finding out about Danny and Peter hadn't forced me to tell him everything? In any case we were where we were. The genie wasn't going to be shoved back into its bottle whether I wanted to or not. So I had to push the issue. I went for the jugular hoping it would give me what I really needed. "It's just this whole situation, you and Danny having sex together. It's.....wrong. I hope you understand that?" "I know Tom. You've already made me reconsider me and Danny's....situation. I think we need to stop the sex, well we have stopped it anyway, it's been weeks as he was getting so much from you! But seriously, it's become a crutch for us both, to move on from Danny's mum's, my wife's... death. So after you found out we both decided it wouldn't happen again. Thank you for making me see sense. Now, enough about all that, I wanted to talk to you about Danny's grades," Peter said, changing the subject in a tone that suggested that side of the conversation was over. It was certainly enough evidence to play to Trevor and then he'd hopefully know what to do. I'd been so nervous I'd drunk my coke quickly so I had to go off for a piss before I left. I came back and said goodbye and that I'd see Peter tomorrow when I was over to help Danny with his homework. Then I was out of there, breathing a massive sigh of relief as I headed home. Rain was lightly falling and I didn't want to damage the tape recorder so I decided to wait until I got home to stop it and play it back. As soon as I was back in my room I opened my bag I went to get the tape recorder out. My bag was slightly open and as I rummaged around for it I realised the tape recorder wasn't there. Shit. Had I dropped it on the way home? Had I dropped it at Danny's. The next day I told Gaz that Peter had provided a confession of sorts....but that I'd somehow lost the tape recorder. "You fucking idiot! Where?!" He said in an annoyed tone. "If I knew I'd already have it! My bag was slightly open, I guess from me reaching in to start the recording. Maybe it fell under the sofa and I didn't notice. Or on my way home." "Well what was the conversation about?" Gaz asked and I filled him in. He shook his head in despair afterwards, "You better hope it fell under the sofa or if it was on the way home it's damaged and not found by someone at our school." "Why?" "Because the whole school would know you and Danny have sex! And he does with his dad. That would be a shitstorm of epic proportion." "Fuck. I'll look under the sofa at Danny's later." Gaz was right, in the wrong hands it could be potentially dynamite. I just had to hope it turned up later. Which is why I was on my knees looking under the sofa when I popped downstairs to get a drink during my homework session with Danny. Peter was cooking in the kitchen so it gave me a fleeting opportunity. It wasn't there though. "Have you dropped something Tom?" I jumped as I heard Peter's voice. 'Um, I thought I dropped a pound but can't find it." Peter looked at me as if he didn't believe my lie but maybe that was my paranoia as he then smiled and just said he'd keep an eye out for it. We hadn't actually discussed money since I'd broken the deal I had with Danny and found out about what the two of them did together. Maybe Peter didn't want to rock the boat. As far as I knew he'd be paying me again in a couple of weeks so I guess it would wait until then. I stood up, brushed my legs down and went up to Danny's room. Later that evening I lay on my bed worrying about where the tape recorder might be. If the wrong person found it then it could be very bad. I just hoped that wherever the tape recorder was it was in safe hands. Gaz was more sanguine about the missing tape recorder on Friday."We'd probably know by now if someone from school found it. I overreacted really as I was worried about you and your reputation! The chances someone connected to our school found out are very very low. The downside is that when we talk to Dad we'll be presenting less evidence than we would if we had the tape recorder." "I know and I feel like a dickhead for losing it. When should we tell your Dad?" "Next weekend? This weekend is very busy but next weekend you could come and stay Friday after school? Maybe even Saturday too? What was it that Christian said, something like "I need cock!" yours to be precise!" "Sounds good to me!" I replied with a big grin. I wished I could spend all this weekend with Gaz but I guess absence would make the heart grow fonder. I let the worries of the missing tape recorder be replaced by nicer thoughts. Thoughts of love and lust, of me and Gaz kissing and sucking and fucking. That was what was most important to me now. My relationship with Gaz. I was worried if we told Trevor about Danny and Peter that everything else would come out too. Me sucking Danny, us having sex, Gaz sucking Danny. The more I thought about it, the less I wanted to tell him. But I also knew that you can't keep running from the truth. At some point it catches up with you. As for the missing tape recorder? Well that was about to catch up with me as well.