Date: Sun, 5 Apr 2020 11:07:00 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: Licence To Drill Part 11 (Young Friends) I heard voices waking me up from whatever slumber I was in. I wasn't moving anymore so obviously wasn't in the car. As I slowly became more aware I could feel I was in a bed, in my pants covered with a sheet with a warm breeze blowing in. I felt pretty trippy, ah, I'd been drugged up, maybe morphine or something similar for the pain. I heard talking and focused on what was being said. "He should be ok, he needs a few days rest. He's heavily bruised from being hit with a gun and while the bullet missed everything important he needs rest to recover. He can be moved if need be though, I've drugged him up" a voice said. "Non, he saved my son, he can stay for at least a few days to recover. I need to find out more about him though, and what happened" a voice said back in slightly french accented english. I guess Charles's father. I zoned out and fell asleep again. I woke once, a hand was holding mine which I presumed was Charles. I fell asleep again though and when I woke I was alone. Not for long because a tall thin casually dressed man came in. He introduced himself as Pierre and said he was Charles's dad. He thanked me for saving his son. I told him I was very lucky and that adrenaline had taken over. "Why are you here?" he asked. I was confused, surely he knew that. "I guess because you were meant to save my son" he said answering his own question. It seemed to satisfy him and he quizzed me about my life, nodding approvingly when I told him about my school. "Charles also lost his mother when he was young so you have something in common. My son is a good boy but due to my line of work he is at risk, well as you saw. How about you stay here as his companion? I'll provide the best teachers money can buy, it will mean leaving your school but you may well be in danger yourself. Now my enemies will be looking for you." He said. This was all a big shock and I was fairly certain Jim and Mr Smith wouldn't agree to it. Shit. Jim. How long had I been here? He'd be worried sick. "I need to tell my cousin where I am" I said. Pierre smiled. "Don't worry. We told him what happened. About you being a hero. He doesn't quite believe that and he is very worried but you can speak to him after this as will I. He knows you are staying here for a couple of weeks until you're recovered". I spoke to Jim soon afterwards, I was surprised to say the least when he said it made sense for me to stay with Charles and his dad for now. "We have no idea who the kidnappers were or why, Pierre works in finance but must have made a powerful enemy. Stay with him for now. He's said you'll get the best home schooling money can buy and actually it'll all really helps your cover story if we need a new mission for you.". I didn't see why to be honest but if it was good enough for Jim and Mr Smith well I'd go along with it, at least for now. I told Pierre about me being given the all clear to stay and he was delighted. "I have to leave you boys with the housekeeper and bodyguards for a week this weekend so it will be great for Charles to have company." So that was it, I slowly recovered throughout the week. It was painful going to the toilet and showering at first, all my muscles ached, and I was pain killered up some of the time. Charles would sit on a chair by the bed and read to me sometimes, other times we just chatted. It began to feel like we'd always known each other, I hadn't this level of familiarity with anyone else in that life.Not even Xi. Just friends hanging out. No missions, no ulterior motives. Was this what life was like for normal teenagers? The doctor had said I would need to start exercising my bruised muscles soon and that I had to start swimming in the lovely outdoor pool. Not much of a bind to be honest. I'd only seen it from the window but I was keen to get going on it. Pierre had left on business and the slightly scary housekeeper, Madame Touscan was in charge. She obviously loved Charles and let him get away with being very cheeky. He told her we were going skinny dipping in the pool and then laughed heartily at both of our shocked expressions. "Only joking" he said with a wink. Getting changed was still a bit painful so back in my room he said he'd help me get changed for swimming. He could see I looked reluctant. "Don't be shy, we're both boys and we'll be hanging out together a lot. Look I've got a dick, just like you!" He said smiling as he stripped off in front of me. I gasped slightly, "Wow, it's beautiful" I said then blushed and said, "I mean it's beautiful you feel comfortable to be naked around me" I said hurriedly. He only had a smattering of hair but a surprisingly big dick, well surprisingly big considering I thought he might not have started puberty. He certainly had but his dick had grown more than his hair, with a prominent dick head. The proportion of dick to dick head to balls was perfect, it looked over 3 inches long and chunky, my mouth almost started watering, but I controlled myself, it was fairly likely he wasn't into boys. And while he was hot as fuck and hasn't known him for long he was already my best friend. Not that I had many anyway! I stripped off in front of him, got my shorts on with his help which involved his hands touching my bum which almost made me harden and we headed down to the pool....