Date: Sun, 13 Dec 1998 12:11:41 PST From: TellerOf Tales Subject: Simon's Story part 8 WARNING: This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. Some parts of the story have been idealised. The author has copyrighted this story. A single copy had been placed in the Nifty and ASSGM Archives. Do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web-sites without permission from the author. To understand this part of Simon and Robert's on-going story better I suggest you read Simon's Story parts 1 to 7 before starting this part. Classification: spank Simon's Story Part 8: The Green Eyed Nonster After breakfast they all helped pack the tent away and load it into Robert's dad's car before they left. Squirt, Robert and Simon spent some time tidying up before settling down in front of the TV. That night Robert spent some time guiding Squirt how to relieve his boner and get the most pleasure from it while Simon made sure there was no funny business. From then on, Squirt developed his own techniques leaving Robert free to enjoy his time with Simon. Both Simon and Robert walked to school together. It was a dull Monday morning and despite the happiness from the weekend both boys were feeling a little depressed by the weather. The routine of the school week started in the setting the same way as it always had. Simon and Robert met in the playground at lunchtime by the raised flowerbeds near the gymnasium door. For some reason, none of their usual friends were around. This puzzled them both a little but the ominous threat of the fat kid was lurking in the background. Neither of them had noticed him but he was slowly getting closer. Robert spotted him as he sat down on the seat a couple of metres away. He appeared to be reading a comic. Both Simon and Robert knew he would start something but neither really wanted to move away. "I'm getting pissed off with this!" Simon said quietly to Robert. "Me too." Robert had just finished his reply when Simon shot up out of his seat and pounced on the fat kid. He was pinned to his seat. "Let me go!" He yelled but Simon held on to him. The fat kid started to struggle and nearly broke free until Simon's knee forced its way up between the fat kid's legs and nestled firmly in his groin. The fat kid immediately stopped struggling and tried to force Simon's knee away. "Sit still or I'll pulverise 'em!" Simon stated wishing he would continue. "Wait." Came a voice from behind him. It was Robert's. "Let him go." Simon turned his head and looked at Robert in surprise. "What? After all the shit he has put us through, you want me to let him go?" "Yes." Robert answered as he sat down next to the fat kid. Simon quickly released him and stepped to one side just in case he should kick out at him. Robert could see Simon was about to ask him a question and held up his hand to stop him. "You're Peter aren't you?" The fat kid just nodded. He was as puzzled as Simon was. "Why do you hate us so much?" Robert asked gently as he watched Peter who was feeling more and more uncomfortable. Robert just sat there waiting patiently for him to answer. "You're GAY!" He replied stuttering a little. "So what difference does that make to you?" Robert asked. "Well. You do things to each other. Unnatural things." "But how does that affect you?" Robert asked again. "It--It--It scares me. Just the thought of you sticking your dick up his bum makes me cringe." "Ok, but how does what we do in private actually affect you?" Robert paused for a moment. "It doesn't, does it? You have never seen us doing any thing, have you?" "I saw him kiss you. That's not normal, is it?" Peter said pointing at Simon. "When?" Interrupted Simon. "The day he passed out. You knelt by him pulled him up into your arms and kissed him." "Ok. Have we, either of us, ever tried anything on with you?" Robert continued. "You wouldn't get the chance!" "How do you know Simon doesn't get off rubbing peoples nuts with his knee?" Peter blushed. He hadn't thought of that. Simon nearly gagged at the thought. "Oh sod this. You're getting no where!" Simon said as he moved forward. He pulled his arm back as though he was going to punch Peter. Peter tried to back away but couldn't. Simon continued his silent threat when suddenly Peter just burst into floods of tears. He kept brining his arms up as he was trying to fend off punches. "What's wrong with him now?" Simon asked. "I dunno. What's wrong Peter?" Robert asked as he waved his hand at Simon getting him to back off. Robert spent best part of the next 10 minutes getting Peter to talk. The final outcome was that Peter had been abused when he was younger by a child minder and the sight of Robert and Simon in the playground that day had triggered his memories. Memories he had been trying to suppress for a couple of years. The bit that surprised Robert the most was when Peter, despite his feelings for Robert and Simon, wrapped his arms around Robert and cried like a baby on his shoulder. Unfortunately this woke the green monster in Simon. The bell rang and the headed off to their next lesson. Simon went one way and Robert and Peter the other. This didn't help Simon's jealously one bit. He didn't like the thought of his lover hugging what he saw in his own mind as a 'gay hater'. That night as the boys lay on Robert's bed Simon broached the subject. "Why did you stop me from beating the crap out of him?" "Who?" "That kid at lunch time." "I wanted to know why he really hates us and if you had flattened him I'd never have found out, would I? As it is, it's not us he rally hates but his interpretation of what we stand for." "What are you on about?" Robert hadn't explained to Simon what Peter had told him. He couldn't. He had given his word not to tell anyone and now he was starting to feel how awkward it could be when some one confides in you. "Come on Si', give me a break. I promised not to tell anyone." "You promised him!" Simon stated as his anger started to grow. They had always discussed everything and now Robert was holding back on him. "Yes. My promise to him is as good as my promise to you." Robert sensed Simon was getting wound up but that wasn't going to make him change his mind. "Go on. You know I won't tell." Simon said as he tried to worm it out of Robert. He started stroking Robert's chest and teasing his nipples through his thin cotton shirt. "That won't do any good." Robert stated but made the mistake of not moving Simon's hand first. Simon grabbed one of his nipples tight and twisted it causing Robert to yelp. Robert knew Simon was capable of dirty tricks but he hadn't expected him to use them against him. How wrong he was. "Ouch! That hurt." Just at that moment Squirt came flying through the door and bowled Simon off the bed onto the floor. The both ended up in a tangled heap of arms and legs. "You leave my Robby alone!" Squirt yelled in his high squeaky voice. There was a dull thud followed by a scream. Robert knew the noise well. He had been the cause of it on many occasions. He leapt off the bed and started in on Simon. He landed one good hard slap across his face from behind. Whilst it caused Simon to leave off hitting Squirt it also made Robert the focus of Simon's anger. Squirt managed to crawl free of the ensuing fight. Which only lasted a few seconds before Robert's dad came up and dragged them both apart. "Robert! Get yourself in to the bathroom and get cleaned up. Simon! You come with me." Robert headed off trying not to drip blood every where after Simon had punched his nose. Simon felt particularly silly. He had a deep red hand mark right across his cheek from Robert's initial slap. Poor little Squirt was curled up on his bed clutching his tummy after Simon had hit him. He had only been hit once but like Robert, he wasn't a fighter either and this was the first time he had really got hurt in a fight. Robert left the bathroom and looked in on Squirt. He was still curled up crying softly into his pillow. Robert sat beside him on the bed and gently stroked his hair back off of his face before rubbing his back. Squirt looked up at him, reached an arm out and pulled his brother down to him. "Does it always hurt like this?" He sobbed quietly into Robert's ear. "Yea. Some times it's worse." "Oh God!" Squirt continued sobbing as his brother hugged and stroked him. "Robert! Get your ass down here. NOW!" Came the yell from down stairs. "I'll see you later." He said gently as he stood up and headed for the door. "You know what dad is going to do, don't you?" "I know." Robert sighed as he left. He reached the foot of the stairs and turned into the living room. Simon was stood there in his boxers. Robert's fears had been confirmed. "Get over here!" His dad shouted. Robert stood by Simon's side as he was slowly stripped down to his Y's. "You both know the rule about fighting. You both broke it and you will both pay the penalty." They all turned their heads and looked at the door as it squeaked open. Squirt stood there in his Y's. To their surprise he nervously walked over and stood by Robert's side. "You too Arthur?" "Yes dad." Replied Squirt. His voice quavered with fear. He knew that he would receive the same as the other two. Robert's dad stood up and walked behind the boys. None of them dare turn and watch him. They heard the sound of the piano stool being placed on the floor and the creak as it was sat on. "Turn round." He told the boys firmly. He was sat in the middle of the floor. "Robert. Come here." He stepped forward, shaking; he knew the next few minutes would amongst the most painful of his life. All three boys received the same punishment and all felt equally miserable. Three very sorry boys headed up the stairs and went to bed. Both Simon and Robert kept shuffling around the bed trying to find a cold patch to ease the stinging pain in their behinds but very soon there were none left. Robert felt Simon's arm as it slid up his back and across his shoulders. The silence was broken by a very soft "I'm sorry" followed by a kiss on his cheek. "I am too." Robert replied as he gently laid his hand on Simon's behind. He felt the heat from it and slid his hand further up onto his shoulders. All three of the boys spent the night on their tummies. School the following day did nothing to help Simon's jealousy. To him it seemed that Robert spent all of his free time with Peter, the fat kid. In fact, it seemed as though he had only spent the time going to and coming from School with him and Simon's jealousy was rapidly increasing. Robert's parents also found out there was something wrong when Simon's stated he was going to sleep at home that night instead of with Robert. "Have you and Simon's fallen out?" Asked Robert's mother. "I don't know," replied Robert. "He has been acting funny all day." "Has it got something to do with last night?" "I think it's got something to do with one of the boys telling me something at School that I can't discuss with him." "Haven't you tried telling him that?" "Of course I have but he won't listen to me." "Never mind love, you two never could stay angry with each other for long. You are both too much alike, like your fathers." Later that evening Robert went round to see Simon's dad. Simon had gone out for a walk. So they had a long uninterrupted chat about Simon and their relationship. Robert discovered exactly how to get through to Simon when he was in a mood like the present one. After phoning home he put his plan into action. He slipped upstairs, undressed and lay waiting for Simon in his bed. True to form, Simon showered before going to bed naked. He had a big shock when he found Robert there waiting for him. Robert took his chance and pinned Simon's head to the pillow with an aggressive kiss. This seemed to immediately subdue Simon who, for the first time in Robert's recollection, became totally passive. Simon wrapped his arms around Robert hugging him tight. Their kiss became one of the most passionate they ever had. Slowly but surely their arms and legs became entwined in the style that was rapidly becoming their own. Like this they could touch and feel almost every part of each other's body, like the roller coaster gathering speed down the first steep slope so their love bloomed. As they writhed and caressed each other their blossoming boy hoods gave forth their first issue of the night. Robert made the first move as he slid slowly beneath the covers into a dark warm world that only Simon could create for him. As he slid, he kissed, as passionately as he knew how. He lay under the sheets with Simon in his hands. Gently and firmly he took Simon on a journey that neither would forget before almost draining him of his life itself. Robert emerged back into the dim light at Simon's side. The look of perfect bliss and contentment on his lovers face caused him to glow with pride and total satisfaction with his ability to make another human being feel like that. He lay by Simon's side and gently snuggled in, carefully wrapping his arms around him. They lay like this for over 20 minutes. Robert was starting to nod off when Simon stirred. Gently but firmly he rolled Robert onto his back before lifting the covers off of them both. With well-practised movements he slowly eased himself down Robert's chest until his face was level with Robert's crowning jewel. His tongue slipped out and very soon Robert was glistening in the dim light. Simon eased himself up onto all fours and crawled up the bed. The rustling of the sheets was punctuated by the solitary pop of a jar lid being removed and a soft but very excited groan from Simon. Simon lowered himself and the jewel was hidden from sight as he started kissing Robert on the lips. Their tongues were dancing too and fro like snakes in a basket as their bodies became one, for the moment at least. With a slow and very gentle rocking motion Simon started to repay Robert. Both were totally engrossed and didn't see a surprised face peer round the door as Simon's mother looked in on the boys. Slowly, but surely, Simon brought Robert to an explosive and very noisy climax. The noise was only surpassed by Simon's mother when she gave birth to her second... No, that's for a later chapter. Simon collapsed on top of Robert and both boys spent the night as they were. The sun rose slowly unlike the boys. They rose with a bang! Mike gave Simon a playful slap on his bare behind. Robert was still in place and much to their amusement ready to go again. He didn't say any thing. He just marvelled how happy the two boys were with each other. If you have any comments please email me at teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored.