Date: Thu, 9 Jun 2005 19:34:23 +0100 (BST)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1698@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Tom Brown's Schoolboy - Second and last part

Tom Brown's Schoolboy - Part 2     (m/b, b/b, b/g)
by
Alexander


Chapter One.

For several weeks Tom and Billy had been living
together, and despite one or two silly little
arguments, usually about school, they had a good life.
Tom found to his surprise that he was far
more relaxed and at ease with life now he had Billy to
look after, quite the opposite of what he'd
expected. In a moment of self-analysis he put it down
to the fact that he was much happier in
himself now he wasn't alone, and the unrealised stress
levels he'd had previously were very much
reduced - even his colleagues at work commented on how
much more relaxed and cheerful he
was. Billy too was much better; he'd grown up a lot
now he was able to live a more normal life.
His language, his behaviour and even his general
attitude to life had improved almost beyond
recognition.

It hadn't been easy for them of course. The final move
from his old home to Tom's had been
undertaken at fairly short notice under a lot of
pressure, and underneath their happiness was the
stress of becoming accustomed to each other's little
foibles and habits. They wouldn't have
changed it for worlds of course, but nevertheless it
was a bit of a strain for them both which only
reduced slowly as time passed.

One of the things which caused a few arguments at the
beginning was Billy's social life. Quite
simply, he didn't have one. All the time he was living
with his mother, there were other boys in the
neighbourhood to mess about with and play games. He
didn't know any of them particularly well
except Kim of course, and their friendship had cooled
somewhat over the months since Kim had
chosen a new set of friends, ones which Billy chose
not to associate with too much because of
their reputation. Tom knew this of course, and was
secretly pleased that Billy had chosen not to
get too close to Kim although he would never have
stopped him if he wanted to.
The main difficulty was that Billy very rarely went
anywhere. His old friends with whom he'd
grown up were only ten minutes away, but he hardly
ever went out to play with them anymore.
On the odd occasion when Tom had asked why he didn't
bother with them any longer, Billy had
simply said that he liked staying in. This was
understandable knowing what his old home was like,
and was acceptable to begin with, but after three
months, Tom decided he aught to do something
about it; it wasn't good for either of them to be
together so much and Billy needed to broaden his
circle of friends.

After a couple of weeks asking around, Tom came up
with a list of suggestions which he
presented to Billy one evening over tea. To begin
with, Billy didn't see the point of what Tom was
suggesting and was a bit annoyed that Tom was trying
to make him do things he didn't want to
do. After a slight argument, and a ten-minute sulk
from Billy, they agreed to compromise. Part of
the problem was that because of his background, Billy
had neither the skills nor inclination to
meet new people, and in many ways was socially very
backward.
Tom and Billy agreed that he wouldn't join any of the
various after-school clubs, which although
good, wouldn't suit his needs - he wouldn't meet
anybody new. Instead they would try something
in the artistic line, either drawing or sculpture,
both of which Billy had shown some promise at. A
visit to the local library soon found them a local art
society and a further visit to them found Billy
enrolled on a basic painting course. And, amazingly he
also joined a Creative Writing Class. When
Billy first arrived at the school, he had problems
with both reading and writing, but since Tom had
taken him under his wing, he'd improved immensely once
he'd learned how to use his brain. He
was much more inclined towards the arts rather than
the sciences, subjects like Physics and
Chemistry still remaining hidden mysteries to him.

Despite his initial misgivings, after three or four
weeks Billy began to enjoy himself and as there
was a gaggle of other youngsters there, even made some
new friends. Two in particular he
became friendly with: Chris and Angela were brother
and sister, within a year or so the same age
as Billy and only lived a few streets away. They even
became fairly regular visitors to his home,
which both Billy and Tom enjoyed as it seemed to make
the house much more of a home, not
even minding the inevitable mess which they always
seemed to leave behind.
Another change which was made at Tom's insistence was
their sleeping arrangements. They'd
spent a great deal of time and effort re-furbishing
the room which was now Billy's, fitting it out
with two single beds and desk as well as new carpets
and so on. To start with, Billy was more
than enthusiastic in kitting his room out, but there
was almost a major row when Tom informed
him that he should actually use it to sleep in.
Billy's reaction was one of utter dismay when he
heard this, he'd assumed that they'd always sleep
together. He also knew in his heart that this
wasn't really possible, or even practical; it would
only take one person to notice that his room
wasn't used for sleeping and the consequences wouldn't
bear thinking about.
On each of the first three nights he tried to sleep
alone, he crept in to join Tom during the night, "I
can't sleep," being the excuse. Much as Tom loved
sleeping with Billy, he was determined to stop
it for both their sakes. On the fourth night they had
an argument, resulting in Billy stomping
upstairs in a bad mood. He stayed in his own bed that
night though, and sulked all the following
day. That night, Tom was disturbed in the early hours
with a tearful Billy shaking him awake.
"I've wet the bed," he stammered out. "I'm sorry!"

Tom's initial annoyance soon evaporated as he looked
at the dejected boy, who was obviously and
seriously upset.

Getting out of bed, Tom gave him a hug, told him not
to worry and led him to the bathroom to
help him clean up. Whilst Billy finished off doing
this, Tom stripped the bed and threw the soiled
linen into the laundry basket. When he got back to his
room, Tom found Billy in his bed, still
looking very sorry for himself. It'd been his
intention to tell Billy to use the other bed in his
room,
but one look at his boy and he changed his mind.

Billy cuddled up to Tom, lay his head on Tom's chest
and closed his eyes as the light was turned
out. Five minutes later and Tom felt Billy crying
quietly, his tears dropping onto his chest.
"Don't worry about it," Tom said, stroking his hair.
"It's not important."
Billy turned over and looked up at Tom, his
tear-stained face and puffed-up eyes glistening in the
moonlight. "Haven't done that since I was a kid," he
said, trying to stifle his tears. "I'm sorry.
Really sorry. I'll clean it up in the morning."

"Don't worry about that now," Tom carried on. And
leaned down to kiss him. That raised a half-
smile from Billy as he cuddled in closer. Within
seconds his eyes were closed and his thumb in his
mouth.

He could feel Billy's flaccid cock pressing into his
thigh as he made himself comfortable. 'Therein
lies the problem', he thought. 'It's not the sex he
misses, it's just the company'.
"You awake?" Tom whispered.

"Mmmmm," Billy replied.

"Wanna talk for a bit?"

Billy raised his head and lay on the pillow next to
his man. He was happy now, and smiled at him.
"You OK with living here?" Tom asked. "No problems?"

"Not until tonight, no. I love it here." Then added,
"And being with you."
"You understand why you have to have your own room,
don't you?"
"Yeah."

"And that you have to sleep in it?"

This time there was a much less certain, "Yes."

"OK," then. Let's think about it for a minute. How
would it be if I said we could sleep together on
Friday and Saturday nights. Would that be OK?"

"And Sunday?"

Tom looked at Billy, saw the bright, grinning face
with twinkling eyes once more, gave him a
painful squeeze and said, "Deal!"

They kissed lightly for a few minutes until Tom felt
Billy's dick hardening and the kisses getting
more passionate. Tom looked at Billy again, shaking
his head and smiling.
Billy leered back, his tongue wiping his lips.

"Ten minutes. Please?" Billy begged, and grasped Tom's
already dripping cock.
Half an hour later, they were sound asleep in each
other's arms, at peace with the world once
more.


Chapter Two.

The new arrangements worked well on the whole, Billy
using his own room and bed during the
week, and sharing Tom's at the week-ends. The only
variation being when Chris stayed over once
in a while, when Billy stayed in his room with him,
and maybe once during the week when they
started off in Tom's bed, with Billy going off to his
room in the early hours.
In fact, the first time this happened was entirely
Tom's doing. They were in the bathroom together
getting ready for bed. Tom had had a hard day at work,
and had come home stressed and tired.
He'd even dozed in front of the television, which he
never did. He was also a bit short-tempered
with Billy, which he didn't deserve. Somehow he
managed to struggle through the evening, but
shortly after ten o'clock told Billy he was going to
bed, his last words being to remind him to turn
the lights off when he came upstairs.

Tom was unwinding in a warm bath a quarter of an hour
later when there was a tap on the door.
"Can I come in?" Billy asked.

"It's open," Tom said, opening his eyes and
half-waking up.
Billy slipped through the door, wearing his dressing
gown. "OK if I shower?" he asked.
" 'Course, Help yourself," he said, closing his eyes
once more.
He drifted off again, listening to the soothing noise
of the shower and Billy quietly singing to
himself. He was startled awake when he heard Billy say
in a childish voice, "James wants his hair
washing."

Flashing his eyes open, he looked across to the shower
unit and saw Billy holding out a shampoo
bottle and a good, solid erection.

Instantly, Tom's mind flashed back to their early days
together and a smile spread across his face,
his bad mood and stress vanishing instantly. Climbing
out of the bath, he stepped across to Billy
and joined him in the now too-small shower. It was
impossible for him to wash Billy's hair; there
simply wasn't the room. Eventually after lots of
giggles, squirming around and tickling, they gave
up the idea and almost fell out of the shower,
searching for the towels and still laughing. Once
dried, Billy hugged Tom tightly and said, "I'm Billy
now, and he says take me to bed."
Whether Billy meant his own bed or Tom's, he never
asked. Tom simply held him round the waist
and led him to his room. He would've liked to pick him
up and carry him, but he was much
heavier than he used to be and Tom wasn't sure he had
the strength any more.
They stood facing each other in the quiet room, just
holding hands, their natural, unashamed
nakedness bonding them as close as ever.

"Thank you!" Tom whispered.

"What for?" Billy grinned, his mask of childish
innocence slipping just a little. "I haven't done
anything. Yet!"

Without warning he pushed Tom back on the bed and fell
on top of him, his lips hungrily
searching out Tom's.
"But now I am," he giggled.
They met and kissed, deeply and passionately, their
erections burgeoning happily between them.
Rolling around the bed, they caressed and fondled each
other, hands wandering over every square
millimetre of their bodies, alternately hugging
tightly and looking into each other's eyes.
Tom's irritability and foul mood evaporated, to be
replaced by an overwhelming feeling of warmth
and love for his 'son' and lover. Billy was
deliriously happy, delighted that he'd managed to
cheer
up Tom out of his bad temper, and more than willing to
make him even happier. He reached out
and grabbed the tub of skin cream, hidden as usual
just under the bed. He gleefully waved it in
front of Tom, his eyes flashing and a wide grin across
his face. "Which way?" he said brightly,
"And you can't say no!"

Tom took a swipe out of the jar and reached round to
the back of Billy.
"Brilliant!" he giggled, "How did you know?" He took
his own swipe in the jar and carefully
coated Tom's red-hot tool with both his hands. He
loved this part, loved the feel of his man's dick,
loved the sensuousness of the oh-so-gently massage,
loved the feeling it gave him, knowing he
was making Tom happy. Loved the anticipation of what
was to about to follow.
They locked eyes as Billy straddled Tom's chest,
holding hands as they positioned themselves.
Letting go for a moment, Billy held Tom's pulsating
cock as he gently searched for the spot before
lowering himself.

Their preparations, practice and adoration for one
another ensured Tom slipped in effortlessly,
Billy letting out a long sigh as he settled down.
Taking hold of Tom's hand again, he closed his
eyes and whispered, "magic!" as Tom marvelled yet
again how well Billy understood him.
Their love-making started slowly, Billy clenching and
unclenching his cheeks, revelling in the
fantastic full feeling he got from it. Every once in a
while he would lift himself up a few inches;
raising himself to just to the point where Tom
experienced that electric shock of delight before
gradually lowering himself again. He repeated this
half a dozen times before Tom lost it.
"Jesus, Billy!" he almost shouted, "Christ! Stop it!"

Grinning evilly, Billy did it just once more before
getting down to it with a vengeance. Tightening
his hold on Tom's wrists, he fucked him with all the
fervour and intensity he could; neither of
them paying the slightest attention to the noise they
were making in their animal-like passion.
Tom emitted one primal scream as he fired his bullets
of love into Billy, each ejected with an
urgent thrust and grunt of pain, his grip released on
Billy's hands as he grabbed his hips, forcing
him down as hard as he could. Billy suddenly erupted
himself, his untouched dick throbbing
achingly as he spewed out his own spurts of cum, most
of it ending up on Tom's face. Just as
soon as Tom felt his last spasm die away, he pulled
Billy almost viciously off his rapidly deflating
manhood and sunk his still oozing dick into his mouth,
hungrily sucking out the last few precious
drops. Once emptied, Billy reluctantly withdrew his
still semi-hard cock from Tom's mouth,
carefully wiped his face clean and lay down beside his
lover, well and truly satisfied.
It took quite a while for them to recover from their
incredible love-making, laying in each other's
arms and kissing softly once in a while. Eventually
though the cool chill of the room made them
both stir. Billy rolled off the bed, leaned down and
kissed Tom one last time before saying, "Good
night," and hobbled off to his own room, his bum
aching deliciously and his soft dick feeling
surprisingly tender.

The following morning they were late up. Not enough to
be a disaster, but late enough to make
them rush more than they were used to. As they reached
the front door on the way out to the car,
Billy pulled Tom against the wall, leaned over and
kissed him on the lips. "Have a good day!" he
said seriously. "Better still, have a bad one!" he
laughed quietly to himself as he went out to the
car.


Chapter Three.

One Thursday evening, Chris and Billy were sat at the
big dining table doing some work for their
Creative English group when Tom heard them giggling
together. Glancing up from his newspaper,
Tom idly smiled at them.

"Here, Billy said, still giggling, "Do you know where
the word 'ejaculate' comes from?"
Tom dropped his paper and still smiling said, "No."

Billy put his finger on the entry in the big
dictionary they were sharing. "Ejaculate. From the
Latin
'jaculum' or javelin." Looking straight at Tom, he
said as seriously as he could, "Don't see the
connection." He spoiled the effect by giggling again.
Meanwhile Chris was also enjoying the
banter, only looking slightly embarrassed.

"What you doing?" Tom asked, knowing full well they
were doing what he always did when
looking at a new dictionary, like everyone else -
trying to find out what sexual words it listed. The
dictionary Chris and Billy were using was one of Tom's
old ones from his university days and
listed them all, including many of the commoner slang
ones as well. It was heaven for adolescent
boys in skittish moods.

"Nothing really," Chris said burying his head in the
book.
The two boys carried on, flicking the pages over as
new words were searched for, found, and
giggled at. Tom felt like having a bit of fun with
them.

"Make us some tea, will you?" he asked Billy.

"Err ... Yeah. In a minute." he replied.

Tom turned to look at them, just in time to catch
Billy adjusting his boner under the table. Chris,
not realising that Tom could see the tent in his
trousers, did nothing except look innocent.
"Please?" Tom repeated.

Billy gave Tom what amounted to a 'you bastard' stare,
got up from the table and went out to the
kitchen, his erection making itself plain to see. He
at least managed to give Tom a smile, realising
that he was being made fun of. Just outside the door,
out of Chris's sight, he grasped his crotch,
shook it at Tom and mouthed, "I'll get you later!"

As they were drinking their tea, Tom took the
opportunity to take a good look at Chris. He was a
little taller than Billy, and fairly thin for his
height. He had a mess of unruly black curly hair and a
complexion which said that he didn't get a lot of
sunlight, although he wasn't pasty by any means.
He also seemed to have a good package, but Tom
couldn't really tell through his baggy school
trousers. All in all, he was a good looking lad, Tom
decided. As they sat and chatted, Tom
learned that Chris and Angela weren't really brother
and sister, both their parents having re-
married a few years ago, Chris coming to the family
with his mother and Angela with her father.
That explains the closeness in their ages, Tom
thought, and why they don't look alike. Both of
them attended the local Grammar school.

After Chris had gone home, Billy and Tom settled
themselves down on the sofa together, Billy as
usual stretched out with his head in Tom's lap,
reading his book. It wasn't long before he dropped
the book to the floor, turned over and put his hands
round Tom's waist. Tom smiled down at him,
rested his hand on Billy's chest and carried on
reading.

"I saw you," Billy said, grinning up at Tom.

"Saw me what?" Tom replied, not taking his eyes from
his paper.
"Looking at Chris. Boywatching." he said lightly.

Tom looked down and saw the twinkle in his eyes. "So?"
he said. "He's a good looking boy."
"Dirty old man!" Billy giggled, rolling his head
around in Tom's groin.
Tom just smiled, moved his hand to Billy's cheek and
stroked it. "So? I can look, can't I?"
"Mmmmm." Billy sighed, evidently not too concerned.
"He's OK. I like him." He subconsciously
moved a hand to his groin and stroked his cock through
his jeans, a fact noticed with a wry smile
by Tom. "Do you think he can have another sleep-over?"
Billy asked.
Tom put his paper down and glanced down. "Yeah, of
course, if you want. No problem."
Billy's hand was still resting on his dick, now
half-hard. "When?"
"Dunno. Haven't asked him yet, just thought I might
ask him sometime."
"Right. But not a school-night though."

The implication of this slowly dawned on Billy. It
would mean foregoing a night with Tom and
that shed a different light on it. Tom knew this of
course, and more than half-hoped Billy would
drop the idea, but judging by Billy's hand, he had an
agenda of his own.
"Oh. Hadn't thought of that," Billy lied, looking up
at Tom. "Would you mind?" The implication
was obvious.

"No, not really I suppose, if that's what you want."

Billy thought for a while, balancing his need to be
with Tom and the pleasure they would both
forego against the opportunity to have his new friend
sleep-over once more.
"I'll think about it."

Tom thought he knew the answer already, and although
pissed off at the thought of having a
Billy-less night, decided to let him do what he
wanted. Tom closed his eyes and let his imagination
take over, picturing the thoughts of Billy and Chris
and what they would almost certainly get up
to. He squirmed in his seat a little, allowing his
growing erection room to expand. He shook
himself back to reality as his mind took things a bit
further and introduced an unwarranted image
of himself into the scene.

The hardness under his head told Billy just what he
wanted to know and he smiled inwardly to
himself: Tom was right, Chris was a good looking boy,
a very good-looking boy, and might just
be up for a bit of fun. There was a comfortable
silence as the two boned-up men shared the same
thoughts, each unaware of the other.

Billy smiled to himself as Tom drifted into his
fantasy, the three of them together in Tom's big
bed. Now that would be fun, Billy thought, his cock
giving a twitch of agreement under his hand.
Just then, and for no apparent reason, a picture of
Angela flashed through his mind, and Billy was
surprised to find his erection started to wilt
instantly, but quickly hardening again as the image
morphed into a naked Chris once more. It came as
something of a shock to him as he thought
about it.

He turned up to Tom and was about to tell him what'd
happened, then changed his mind. He'd
need to give the matter a lot of thought before
talking to Tom.
Chapter Four.

The sleep-over was arranged easily, in fact when it
was mentioned the next time they met, Chris
seemed delighted and jumped at the offer, which for
Chris meant a slightly bigger than usual smile
and a rather formal, "Thanks!" He was a very reserved
lad who rarely showed any emotion,
keeping himself very much to himself. In fact, very
much like Billy, it was only under pressure
from his family that he'd joined the same course as
Billy, only agreeing when Angela, being much
more out-going, had agreed to go with him and hold his
hand metaphorically.
On Thursday evening, Billy asked Tom if Chris could
stay over the following night. Tom readily
agreed, resigning himself to a solitary night. It'd
affected him more than he thought it would: he'd
got accustomed to sharing his bed, and his body, with
Billy on their 'special nights', more
accustomed than he realised and was in fact quite
depressed at the thought. It was something that
helped him through the week, knowing that whatever
problems work threw at him, once Friday
came he could switch off and have a stress-relieving
week-end with Billy in his arms, making love
whenever they wanted.

The only up-side in one sense was that by tacit
unspoken agreement, they ended up in bed
together that night, neither wishing to lose the
pleasure of each other again because of Chris.
When they went upstairs to bed, Billy simply followed
Tom into the bedroom and close the door
behind him, wordlessly. Together they undressed, Tom
grateful for his presence, although
unbidden, and Billy grateful yet again that his man
understood him so well.
They lay arm-in-arm, neither talking, kissing and
cuddling gently as they unwound, determined to
make the most of their unplanned night together.
Despite doing as he was told and sleeping in his
own bed during the week, Billy never slept as well as
he did when he had the closeness and
warmth of Tom alongside him. Even when they didn't
have sex, which wasn't very often, he was
perfectly content just to be there. He wriggled up
closer to Tom and nibbled at his ear for a
minute and lay back looking at Tom with his big, brown
eyes.
Tom, aware that Billy had stopped, turn to stare at
him. "What?" he said.
"Nothing," Billy said, "Just looking."

"Mmmmm." Tom replied. "What at?"

"You."

"Dope!" he grinned, his heart missing a beat.

Billy smiled back at him, said nothing, and continued
staring at the most precious thing in his
world.

"Stop it!" Tom said, stifling a laugh. "You're driving
me nuts!"
Billy, snapping out of his reverie, fell on top of Tom
and hugged him passionately.
"I hate you!" Billy said, smiling gently and kissing
Tom softly on his chest.
"Why? Now what have I done?" Tom said, stroking his
hair.

" 'Cause you make me feel all gooey inside and I get a
bloody hard on every time I see you!" he
giggled.

"So?"

"It's not funny when we're at school and you're
teaching me," he laughed. "I sometimes get this
picture of you and me like this when I'm supposed to
be doing my maths or something, and then
you get ratty and give me a bollocking, when all I'm
doing is thinking about you."
Tom laughed and said, "Yeah. I'd never thought of
that!"

"Liar!" Billy quipped back. "I've seen you start to
get hard when you talk to me."
He was right of course; Tom was perfectly aware that
there were times when his adoration for
Billy overrode the teacher side of him and he couldn't
help it; he only hoped no one else noticed.
"Do you get hard when you look at anyone else?" Billy
mused.
Tom looked down at him and wondered where this had
come from. "Sometimes," he admitted,
"But that's as far as it goes. And I try not to
anyway."

"So do I," Billy added, "But you can't always help it,
can you?"
"No," Tom said. "You can't. Does it worry you?"

"No, not really. I wish it didn't happen though."

"Know what you mean," Tom said, uncomfortably aware he
was getting an erection.
"You're getting hard now, aren't you?"

"Yes," replied Tom, now definitely uncomfortable with
the way the conversation was going, and
also aware Billy was boning up too.

"Who you thinking about?" Billy whispered.

"No one in particular, just thinking."

"Mmmmm. I'm thinking of Chris."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah. And the sleep-over."

"I see. Like that is it?"

"A bit I suppose. Dunno. What do I do about it?"

"What do you mean what do you do? Do you fancy him?"

Billy wriggled about a bit, he wasn't sure he wanted
to hold this conversation just yet and the
directness of Tom's question threw him a bit. He
thought for a minute and then said, "Maybe. I
don't know." Then after a pause, "Would you be pissed
off?"
"About what?"

"If him and me, you know, sort of messed about a bit."

"I wouldn't know about it, would I?" Tom said
thoughtfully.
"No. But if you did?"

"No, of course not. It's not wrong especially, and if
it's what you both want, then I don't suppose
there's any harm in it."

"I wouldn't mind. Just once." Billy said. "If he wants
to."
Tom looked at Billy and squeezed him. "If that's what
you want, then try for it. I don't mind,
honestly. The only thing I would say is don't lose a
friend because of it. Just be very sure that you
know what you're doing."

"Yeah," Billy said, "I know. That's what makes it
hard," he added completely unaware of the
double entendre.

The conversation died as they kissed, slowly
masturbating each other to a delightfully satisfying
climax before drifting off to a much-needed sleep,
each dreaming their own dreams.
The evening was spent happily with the boys
vacillating between drawing, watching tv and
playing games. Tom, watching them out of the corner of
his eye was pleased to see how well they
got on, sharing jokes and things. Once in a while
Billy caught Tom looking at them and flashed a
knowing grin back at him, his eyes sparling with
happiness. It struck Tom that Billy had changed
utterly and completely from the ragged, nervous urchin
he'd first met - nothing like the same
person in the slightest. He was, if anything, even
more loveable, and now he had more self-
confidence, was turning out to be a very likeable
young man indeed, and not only because of the
sex he exuded, Tom contemplated.

Chris, on the other hand, was an enigma. He knew
enough about boys to see that underneath the
quiet, reserved exterior was a very different boy.
Quite what, he didn't know. He wasn't
aggressive or violently anti-social or anything like
that, it's just that there was something there.
Whether it was good or bad, he hadn't a clue. Watching
them mess around, he was becoming
more convinced that it was good.

It was well towards midnight before they began to
settle down and think about bed. Billy had
made everyone a drink and they were sat watching the
end of a tv programme when Billy said that
he was going up for a shower. He looked questioningly
at Chris, who in reply said that he'd had
one before he came out and that he'd wait until Billy
was done before going to their room.
Tom and Chris chatted easily whilst waiting for Billy
to organise himself. He was a bright lad,
who, once he'd overcome his shyness was a good talker
and very polite. The thing which struck
Tom was that he didn't seem to have very much to say
about his family, and had the odd habit of
sometimes calling his father 'Alan', and once even Mr
Brown instead of dad. 'A little piece of the
jigsaw', Tom thought and stored it at the back of his
mind.
Just after midnight everyone went upstairs, Tom
wishing the boys goodnight as they closed the
door to their room. Tom wasn't feeling especially
tired; he had a lot of stuff going through his
mind, most of which revolved around Chris, or Chris
and Billy. He was glad for Billy's sake that
he'd found a boy he could be friendly with, and the
added bonus was that he had a sister, and
despite what Billy had said about her earlier, he was
hoping that perhaps they might just once in a
while hang out together, Billy needed some female
company. As Tom heard the whizzes and
bangs from some computer game they were playing coming
dimly through the wall, he turned the
tv on to drown it out and tried to piece together what
he little he knew about Chris. Not coming
to any worthwhile conclusion, he switched the tv off
and went to sleep.
It was just after three in the morning when Tom felt
the bedclothes moving as Billy slid in
alongside him. Automatically he put an arm round him
and cuddled him up. Slowly, he realised
that Billy shouldn't have been there; he had a guest
staying with him.
"Hiya, Billy," he yawned. "What's up?"

"Nothing," Billy said sleepily. "Just couldn't sleep
very well and wanted to see you."
"Mmmmm." Tom yawned again, now more or less awake.

He leaned towards Billy who bent over and kissed him,
folding his arms round his neck. "That's
better," Billy sighed as he wriggled closer. "Not
staying long, just came to see how you were. I'll
be OK in a few minutes."

"Good." Tom said. "Chris OK?"

"Yeah. Fine. Got something to tell you though. His
body is all covered with scars and things, all
over his chest and legs. He was in a car crash and got
banged up bad."
They kissed again, more passionately this time, and
their dicks began to harden. For once, Billy
was wearing pyjamas and showed no inclination to take
them off. Instead, he satisfied himself
with just holding on to Tom's cock and playing with it
as they chatted. Tom, reaching through the
fly of Billy's pyjamas satisfied himself the same way
and sighed to himself.
Billy moaned as they touched and kissed some more.
"Better not," Billy said after a while,
breaking their kiss. "If I stay much longer, we won't
be able to stop and we'll wake Chris." He
giggled at the thought of Chris walking in the room
and finding them, well, you know what!
"OK," Tom said, disappointed at their not even wanking
each other off. "You'd better go back
then."

Billy kissed Tom one more time as he slid out of bed,
and with a heartfelt, "Sorry, Tom." he
scampered back to his room.

Tom, now wide awake and aroused as well, did the only
thing possible. He reached under the bed,
found the tub of cream, took a liberal handful and
started to relieve his tension.
Meanwhile, Billy was in his own room, sat on the edge
of the bed looking over at Chris. The
boner he'd given himself by going in to see Tom was
still there; getting even harder in fact as he
watched Chris breathing. "Fuck it!" he said to
himself, "Going to see Tom wasn't such a good
idea," and with that very quietly took his pyjamas off
and sat looking at his boner, wondering
whether he dare to or not.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when a voice out of
the gloom said, "Nice view! Can't you
sleep?"

Billy's erection collapsed instantly. For once he was
acutely embarrassed and was pleased the
darkness hid his confusion.

"Sorry, Chris!" He giggled nervously. "Just couldn't
sleep in those pyjamas," he lied, "Just had to
get 'em off."

"Know what you mean. I never wear them at home, it's
just that 'she' made me bring them."
Billy saw the faintest glimmer of hope. "Wanna take
'em off. You can if you like, I don't mind."
Chris slid his legs out of the bed and stood up.
Turning his back on Billy, he dropped them to the
floor. Then, to Billy's surprise and delight sat back
on the bed again, his knees slightly apart,
looking at him. There was a moments silence as they
looked each other over, neither being able to
see very much in the darkened room.

'Quick,' thought Billy, 'say something before he gets
back into bed'. "Do they hurt much? Those
scars and things."

"No, not usually. They itch a bit when it's cold
sometimes, but they're not as bad as they look."
"Can I feel them?" Billy asked, sure that his heart
was thumping loud enough for them both to
hear.

"Yes, if you want. Come over here."

Not believing his luck, Billy scooted across the room
and sat next to Chris, their arms and legs
touching. Billy felt that familiar electric shock
shoot through his body, just like the one he got
when he touched Tom. His dick began to inflate
automatically: he was aware of it, but just at that
moment didn't give a shit.

Billy ran his finger along one or two of the longer
ones, tracing their path and feeling the hardened
skin.

"Jesus!" he whispered, "Must've fucking hurt!"

"Yes," said Chris, ignoring the expletive. He was
getting aroused and didn't want Billy to stop.
His penis always got hard when anyone touched him like
this, it'd happened a lot in hospital but
they'd always politely ignored it, covering it over
with a towel or something. Only once did
anyone touch it, and that was a male nurse who was
changing his dressings. He'd held on to it for
a few seconds, but just as Chris was getting to like
it, he coughed, let go of it and finished the
dressings as quickly as he could. He never saw him
again.
Now they were closer, Billy could see the soft piece
of flesh between Chris's legs. As he ran his
fingers over his chest, he stared at it, watching as
it got harder. He had more hair than Billy, and a
shorter dick, but it looked nice. As it expanded from
what was probably about three inches, it
blossomed into a magnificent five inch wonder, quite a
bit shorter than Billy's, but considerably
thicker. Billy let his finger run down off the scar
towards Chris's groin, slowing down just a little
as he left the scar behind. It was now or never, he
thought as he slowly let his hand work it's way
down. He stopped for a second leaving his finger where
it was, put his other arm over Chris's
shoulder and looked at him. Chris gave him the very
slightest of nods and his finger carried on. He
felt the beginnings of his pubic hair and ran his
fingers through them, mentally measuring their
depth and width; he ran his finger down to the base of
Chris's cock and felt all round it. Giving
Chris one last glance, he ran his finger down the
length of the shaft, marvelling at its soft hardness
and incredible warmth. He reached the end and ran his
finger round the head in circles.
"OK?" Billy whispered.

"Yes!" Chris whispered back."It's OK."

"Wanna get into bed?"

Chris nodded. This was what he wanted. When they first
agreed to have sleep-overs, this was the
first thing that crossed his mind. He'd never done
anything like this before, but knew it would be
good. He'd played with his erections lots of times in
the past, and always enjoyed it immensely.
He masturbated every night, almost always imagining
what it would be like having someone else
do it with him, but he'd never had the chance and he
was far too afraid of joining in any of the
occasional jerk-offs which he knew took place at
school sometimes. He was too embarrassed
about his scars for one thing.

They had no choice but to huddle up close together in
the narrow bunk bed, but neither objected.
Their hands slid between them, searching for their now
steel-hard erections. As Billy's hand first
found, then grasped, Chris's waiting boner, Chris
moaned loudly, unable to contain his lust. Billy,
although used to handling Tom's cock, and one or two
others in the past, knew more or less what
to expect, but still felt the same ecstatic thrill of
excitement run through his body as the hitherto
innocent hand of Chris's folded itself round his
dripping dick. It was wonderful and he let out a
sigh.

Experimentally they explored each other, fingers
delicately searching out every fold, every
crevice, every last inch of each other. Chris suddenly
felt himself near to cumming and they'd only
just touched each other! He grabbed Billy's wrist,
"Wait. Wait." he gasped. "Give me a minute!"
Billy, guessing what was happening switched his
attention to Chris's waist and hips as he allowed
him to back off a bit. He remembered what it was like
the first few times he'd done this sort of
thing, and how quickly he came. He didn't want to
spoil it, either for himself or Chris.
Resting his head on the pillow, he whispered, "When's
the last time you came?"
"Last night," Chris answered between gasps, "Last
night!"

"Good," Billy replied. "OK now?"

"Yes," Chris breathed out.

Billy resumed his work and gently fondled Chris's now
soaking cock. He swiped up a bit of his
pre-cum and only just managed to stop himself from
automatically licking his fingers clean - he
doubted if Chris was ready for that yet!

Very slowly they masturbated each other, the pleasure
heightened immeasurably by their enforced
closeness, their dicks throbbing in unison. This time,
Chris didn't stop Billy as he felt the familiar
tightening in his balls.

"Don't stop, keep going," he groaned. "Cumming."

Chris's body stiffened, his hips thrust forward and he
ejaculated his load violently and ecstatically,
with a force and passion he'd never even come close to
before. Each spurt was accompanied by a
loud, Ugh! Ugh! as his balls emptied themselves onto
Billy's hand, his groin and every square inch
in between. The feeling of Chris's hot cum suddenly
pouring over his fist and running over his
cock was more than enough for Billy. With a similar
and no less urgent thrust of his hips, he
returned the favour and shot a massive volley of cum
pellets onto Chris, covering his groin and
belly with a layer of hot, silvery fluid.

The two boys lay with their foreheads touching,
grinning insanely at each other as they regained
their breath.

"That was awesome!" Chris sighed, "The best ever.
Jesus!"

"Yeah! Wasn't it!" Billy agreed. "Bloody brilliant."

They giggled and hugged each other still giggling,
their now flaccid cocks pressing against each
other, the drying cum uniting them.

Seconds later they realised they had a problem. The
copious volume of their joint cums was
ending up on the bedsheet, and no matter how or where
they turned, one or other, usually both,
were lying in an uncomfortably damp patch.

"Fuck this," giggled Billy, "Let's go to my bed."

Throwing the bedcovers off, they hurried over to
Billy's bed and buried themselves under the
cover.

Once more they were forced to embrace each other in
the confines of the small bed, but this time
they were much more comfortable with it, and even went
to sleep, each cradling the other's cock
and balls in their hand, in much the same way as they
woke up just three hours later.
Meanwhile in the next-door bedroom, the sleeping Tom
had his first wet dream for years as his
sub-conscious brain registered the unmistakable noises
from his son's room.
Breakfast the following morning and the boys were as
high as kites. Their friendship had moved
up a notch or two, and they were more than comfortable
with the previous nights escapade, both
secretly hoping that it was the first of many.

After the meal was finished and cleared away, Billy
swept up the two soiled bed sheets and
carried them downstairs. As he threw them into the
washing machine, Tom caught his eye and
nodded at them.

"Dirty ones?" he said pointedly, grinning ape-like at
Billy.
Billy only blushed slightly as he grinned back at Tom
and winked at him.

Chapter Five.

The two boys had taken themselves off shopping in
town, leaving Tom alone in the house with
mixed emotions. Feeling something like a voyeur, he
fished the soiled sheets out of the washing
machine and examined them. The boys had evidently had
a good time, and Billy had got what he
wanted he mused. Tom was filled with a hodgepodge of
conflicting feelings. Uppermost in his
mind was jealousy combined with a fear of Chris. He
knew it was irrational, but he was terrified
that Billy would switch his love from him to Chris,
and he couldn't cope with that. He knew at the
same time that Billy would never do that, couldn't do
that. He hoped. He stuffed the linen back in
the machine, turned it on and set about tidying the
house up, his mind a million miles away.
Billy bounced in just after one o'clock to find Tom
just finishing a meal. He made himself a
sandwich and turned the tv on, watching the football.
It was early evening before Billy realised
that Tom was still unusually quiet. He looked over to
him and received a cool gaze in return. Billy
sat back, puzzled. What had he done wrong?

As the evening wore on, the strained silence didn't
improve and Billy was getting worried. This
was most unlike Tom; it was the first time he'd been
like this and he didn't understand. He thought
back over the past 24 hours and tried to work out what
could have happened to make him like
this. Then it dawned on him like a thunderbolt. Chris.
Fuck it! He knew what jealousy was, and
knew more than most also what it felt like to be an
outsider. Tom was pissed off with him. For a
few minutes, Billy felt as wretched as Tom, wondering
what he could do for him. Wordlessly he
went upstairs, gave himself a good strip-wash, combed
his hair and sprayed himself liberally with
his favourite deodorant. Going into his room, he
stripped off and dropped his clothes on the floor.

He walked into the living room, turned the tv off and
stood in front of Tom, taking hold of his
hands.

"Sorry," he stumbled out. "We won't do it again,
promise." He stepped forward and sat on Tom's
lap, hugging him tightly.

Tom returned the hug, still not speaking.

Tom hadn't a clue what to say. He knew his feelings
were wrong an he knew in his heart-of-
hearts that Billy wasn't going to leave him. The last,
the absolute last thing he wanted to do
though was to turn him into some sort of catamite,
with no friends and no outlet for his emotions
other than through him. For once in his life he didn't
have an answer, nothing even approaching
one.

Billy was equally at a loss. Despite his best efforts
he couldn't shake Tom out of his mood. Here
he was, sat naked on Tom's lap, offering him all he
could and there was no reaction; he might as
well be a stuffed teddy bear for all the effect he had
on him.
Suddenly he was scared, very scared. Perhaps he'd
damaged their relationship permanently,
perhaps he didn't want to know him any more, perhaps
...... . Tears began to roll down his cheeks
and he got up from his lap, now feeling acutely
embarrassed at his nakedness. He didn't even have
anything to cover his embarrassment with. Slowly he
edged out of the room, his hands cupped
over his boyhood in shame.

Tom snapped out of his black mood as he watched a
wretched-looking Billy creep away from
him.

"Come back. Please?" he begged. "Come and talk to me."

Billy turned, and just as slowly as he'd left, walked
back. He sat next to Tom, making sure he
didn't touch him, his hand still folded in his groin.

"Let me hold you?" Tom whispered.

Billy edged closer.

Tom placed a tentative arm on Billy's shoulder and was
slightly mollified when he felt him relax
into his side.

"It's alright. It's me. I scared myself today. I
thought I was losing you. I'm not am I?" Tom said
quietly.

Billy wiped his face and looked up at Tom. Saying
nothing he clasped Tom round the middle and
hung on.

"No, you're not," Billy replied. "I wish I'd never
done anything last night. It was a mistake. A bad
one. I'm sorry."

Tom heaved a sigh of relief; it was going to be OK.
Feeling better, but still not completely
comfortable, he lifted Billy back on to his lap ands
embraced him.
"That's better," Tom said. "Let's forget last night.
We'll talk about it later. And what you did
wasn't wrong, it's OK with me."

Billy raised a little smile and nestled down,
squirming round until he was comfortable.
"You smell nice," Tom said, feeling more cheerful now.
"New smellies?"
"No, some of yours," Billy said, "I like it. And I
thought you would."
Tom ruffled Billy's hair. Suddenly he felt he aught to
make it up to Billy somehow for upsetting
him yet again.

"What time is it?" he asked.

" 'Bout eight," Billy replied glancing at the clock.

"Right. The night is yours. What do you want to do? We
could go out and have a meal, we could
get a video, or do whatever you want."

"Whatever you like," Billy replied after a seconds'
thought. "As long as we do it together. And by
ourselves, please. I don't feel like going out
tonight. Then as an afterthought, "Can we have a
take-away? Indian?"

"Good idea. You order it and I'll get the plates and
things out."
"No. Let me do it. You go upstairs and put on your
best clothes. I'll lay the table and we'll have a
proper sit-down-dinner meal."

Tom disappeared upstairs. Billy picked up the
take-away menu, glance down at the seeming
hundreds of confusing dishes and shrugged his
shoulders. Dialling the take-away number, he
ordered a set meal for two and ran upstairs to get
dressed, as happy as a sandboy.
"Don't come downstairs for another half hour or until
I tell you," Billy shouted out to Tom as he
dashed to his room. "Have a bath or something."

Tom slowed down his pace, and headed for the bathroom.
Shortly after he heard the sounds of
cupboards being opened and closed in the dining room
and the table being laid. Thirty minutes
later the front door bell rang to announce the arrival
of dinner. He was about to go downstairs
and pay for the meal when the noise of Billy running
up the stairs stopped him. Billy bounced into
the room, dived into Tom's jacket and extracted his
wallet.
"I'll do it. You stay here, I'm not ready yet." he
shouted as he ran back to the front door.
In the few second Billy had been in the room, Tom had
noticed that Billy had dressed himself in
his best jacket, trousers and shirt. He'd even put a
tie on. Glancing down at his own attire, Tom
hurriedly shook his sports jacket and flannels off,
put his dinner suit on in its place and changed
his tie. Just in time.

"Ready!" Billy shouted from the foot of the stairs.
"In the dining room."
Tom stopped in his tracks as he entered the room. The
only light came from the candles flickering
in the middle of the table, which had been laid
magnificently and formally. When Billy had said 'a
proper sit-down dinner', he meant it. Candles,
napkins, place mats, wine glasses, wine, .... it was
all there. And sat alongside the place of honour at
the head of the table was hot and flushed
grinning Billy.

"Come on, sit down, I'm starving!" he said as if it
was a perfectly normal every-day event.
Tom took his place at the head of the table and was
about to give Billy a hug when he got a 'don't
you dare' look from him. "Let's eat," he said
formally.
This was only the second or third time Billy had seen
the table laid out fully, one time being when
Tom had invited his headmaster and his wife round for
a meal, much to Tom's disgust. Looking
round, Tom was amazed and the correctness of it all,
even down to the ice bucket, albeit sans ice.
They had a glorious time, chatting about a myriad
things: normal, everyday things,
inconsequential things and fun things. In the process
they demolished the excellent meal and a
bottle of wine.

"I'm stuffed!" said Billy at long last. "Oops! Sorry!
I've had more than ample sufficiency," he said
with as much gravitas as he could muster, and then let
out an enormous belch which spoiled the
effect rather.

They laughed together and stood up.

"Let's leave this until the morning. Time for bed,"
Billy said stretching.
On their way out, Billy deftly snatched the last piece
of cake from the table, but quickly replaced
it with a shrug of his shoulders and a grin as Tom
looked at him, smiling.
They sat up in bed, leaning against the headboard
reading when Billy said, "I learned some more
about Chris today."

Tom put his book down and glanced round at Billy,
relieved that they were now able to talk about
him.

"What?"

"His dad isn't his dad, he's adopted. When he was
eleven years old. That's why he gets mixed up
sometimes when he calls him Alan, or Mr Brown. And his
step-mum was killed in the car crash,
they were hit by a joyrider."

Billy said this flatly without any outward sign of
emotion, families to him were not a good topic of
conversation. "I feel sorry for him, he's not had a
very good life."
This was from Billy, Tom contemplated, someone who
knew about how badly life can treat you.
Billy went on to say that the crash had happened over
a year ago and Chris had spent six months
in hospital recovering. He was more or less OK now,
but suffered from bad migraine attacks
sometimes and even had epileptic fits once it a while.

"What's epilepsy?" Billy asked. "He sort of told me,
but I didn't understand."
Tom explained as much as he knew about it, which was
no more than most teachers knew. He'd
only ever seen three or four fits, but knew enough to
know that they were usually no real problem
once they were under control. Billy sighed, "We're
lucky, aren't we?"
"Yes, I suppose we are," Tom replied. "I feel sorry
for Chris though. It must be tough on him."
"Yeah." Billy giggled as he thought of something.
"He's seen Karen naked, lots of times!" he said.

"How?" Tom said.

"His step-mum is some sort of nudist and they walk
round the house with almost nothing on
sometimes. And Karen and him get naked in their sauna.
At least she does. Chris keeps his
underpants on!" he laughed.

"Must be embarrassing for him," Tom said, "Walking
around with next to nothing on, especially if
he ...."

"Don't!" Billy giggled, "It'd be horrible. In any case
his mum is little and fat. She couldn't give
anyone a hard-on!"

"What about Karen?"

"She might give Chris a boner, but she doesn't me,"
Billy said. "But I haven't seen her yet. Maybe
if I did ......" he grinned at the thought.

There was the slightest of twitches from Billy's dick,
Tom noticed, but it didn't go beyond that; it
stayed soft and flaccid.

"Anyway, enough of that," Billy said as he slid down
the bed and went in search of Tom's dick.
"Let's have some fun."

As Tom joined him, he reached over and grasped Billy's
cock, fondling it gently. He was pleased
to feel it harden instantly. At least he could do
something that Karen couldn't he reflected as Billy
engulfed his cock in his mouth.

There was a muffled mumbling from under the
bedclothes, of which Tom understood not a single
word.

"What?" Tom said, wincing as Billy licked round his
cockhead.
Billy poked his head up from under the blanket and
said, "Wonder if your cum will taste of
curry?" he giggled and instantly dived back before Tom
could reply.
Within a few minutes, Billy surfaced, his face flushed
and sweating. "Can't breath," he gasped,
"Too hot down there!" then giggled as he realised what
he'd said.
Tom smiled with him and they kissed lazily as Billy
slid over at stretched himself out, covering
Tom's body. "I'm nearly as tall as you now," Billy
said between kisses. "Didn't know that."
It was true. Over the past few months, Billy seemed to
have shot up. He'd put weight on, filling
out nicely, his tummy, arms and legs showing signs of
developing muscles. Tom tried to picture
Billy way back when they first me; he couldn't
remember his size all that well, except his cock of
course, but he was certain that he'd grown quite a
bit.

As they took a rest, Tom idly asked Billy, "Got any
pictures of yourself?"
"What sort?" Billy replied, his brain not in gear.

"Of you when you were younger. I'd like one if you
have."

"Dunno," Billy mused. "Never had many taken. I'll go
have a look." Without further ado he
sprang out of bed and ran to his room, Tom shaking his
head as the little satyr skipped across the
room, his hugely erect dick leading the way. Seconds
later he was back with a shoe box full of
odd scraps of paper. He climbed back into bed and
emptied the box between them. It contained
the usual collection of schoolboy paraphernalia,
including oddly enough a passport. Tom picked it
up and flicked through it. Surprisingly it was a valid
one and not that old.
"Where'd you get this from?" Tom asked. He just
assumed that Billy wouldn't have one.
"Day trip to France with the school last year," he
said, not raising his head from the box.
Tom had forgotten that as he wasn't involved in it,
but the French department had arranged a day
trip to Calais and Tom must've gone on it. He also
assumed the school had paid for it as they
sometimes did when the pupil's parents couldn't, or
wouldn't, pay. His birth certificate was also
buried in the box. Tom retrieved that as well, put it
with the passport and put them in his bedside
cabinet for safe keeping. Billy turned and smiled as
he saw this and mouthed a 'thanks'.
He produced half a dozen little pictures, most of
which were school ones again, showing just his
head and shoulders. Tom grimaced as he noticed even
the photographs showed he wasn't too well
cared for, his shirts being grubby and the collars
frayed. There was still that happy smiling face
though. Billy, glancing at Tom tried to hide something
under the box, but Tom was quicker. He
grabbed the picture and stared at it. It was a
Polaroid of Billy wearing his swimming trunks,
sticking his tongue out at the camera. There was also
something else sticking out. Billy had put
his hand down his trunks and stuck his finger out,
trying to make himself look as if he had a
boner. Tom giggled and handed it back.

"Was only eleven," he mumbled.

He showed Tom the rest, all four of them. They were
pretty run-of-the mill stuff, the best one
being one of Billy at what looked like a Scout camp.
They looked at it together, It was a nice
picture of a youthful Billy, complete with dirty face
and battle-scared legs.
"That's the best one I've got," he said. "You can have
that one if you like." He stared at it for a
moment, then said, "Wanna know something?"

"Go on," Tom answered.

"That camp was when I came for the first time." he
giggled, slightly embarrassed at the memory.
"Tell me about it," Tom said grinning from ear to ear.

"No." Billy smiled. "It's secret."

Tom just looked at him with raised eyebrows.

"Well, alright then, there isn't much to tell really.
I was sharing a tent with a mate called Derek
and I woke when I felt him playing with my dick. He'd
got it hard and was wanking me off when I
was asleep. He made me cum before I could stop him,"
Billy laughed.
"What did you do?" Tom asked.

"Smacked him in the mouth and made it bleed," he said,
still grinning. They laughed together and
put the picture on one side.

"Wouldn't do that now, though," Billy laughed as he
re-filled the box and dropped it on the floor.
"In fact, I might even smack you if you don't make me
come in the next five minutes!" He leapt
onto Tom and buried his tongue in his mouth, his
erection pressing into his stomach.
Tom did his best, but what with Billy's insistence on
kissing and hugging, it took half an hour
before he shook and trembled as he fired his shots of
love juice into Tom's mouth, each pellet
delivered with pure delight and joy. They turned to
face each other, kissed a few more times and
embraced.

"Sunday tomorrow," Billy murmured. "Best day of the
week. Nothing to do and nowhere to
go......."

Chapter Six

In practice that wasn't true of course. The first
reminder they had was received even before they
got to the bottom of the stairs. The smell of curry.

"Shit!" thought Billy. "I'd forgotten that."

He poked his nose through the door, looked at the
debris on the table, wrinkled up at the smell
and closed the door. "Later." he thought.

Tom followed closely, carrying an armful of dirty
laundry. He took it out to the washing machine
and opened the door. He noticed the soiled sheets
still in there, added a couple more and turned it
on.

"If only life were that easy," he contemplated. "Turn
the switch on and clean away all the nasty
bits."

He went to the kitchen and started to prepare
breakfast for them both. At the smell of food, Billy
magically appeared from nowhere and stood next to Tom
making himself a cup of tea.
"You OK?" he asked Tom.

"Yeah, fine. You?"

"Mmmmmm. Perfect."

"Going to get dressed?" Tom said, staring down at the
only item of clothing he was wearing; a
pair of blue-striped Y-fronts.

"Not unless you want me to," Billy said, "I like being
like this."
Tom shrugged and made his own tea.

It was mid-day before they'd broken the back of the
housework, Billy deciding to get dressed in
T-shirt and jeans after he spilt curry sauce down his
chest, which wasn't a pleasant experience.
"Want to go out for a drive?" Tom said. There were two
places he and Billy found they could talk
easily - in bed and in the car.

"Yeah. OK. Anywhere special?"

"No, not really. Just a bit of fresh air."

A few minutes later and they were driving out of town,
heading nowhere in particular in a
comfortable silence.

"Can we talk for a bit?" Tom said.

"Yeah. Sure." Billy replied, knowing what was on Tom's
mind.
"Chris." he started. "I'm sorry about yesterday. I
don't know what came over me."
" S'alright," Billy replied. "I didn't think. It won't
happen again."
Once the conversation had started, it seemed easier
somehow that the pained one they had
yesterday and they explained each others point of
view. At the end of it, they'd agreed that no
lasting harm had been done and Tom had no problems
with Chris and Billy. Billy was relieved to
hear this, and in return promised to be a bit more
discrete in future, and more importantly stressed
that he had no intentions of doing anything more than
they already had. "Anything more than that
is downright perverted and dirty!" he laughed. By the
time they returned home, they were in a
jovial mood and they collected a video to watch during
the evening, which they did cuddled up
together on the sofa.

It was getting towards he end of term and the school
examinations were fast approaching; it was
also an opportunity for Billy to show his true mettle
now he'd improved so much. The staff had
noticed how much he'd improved, both in attitude and
ability, since he'd been living in a more
conducive environment. Tom had taken pains to keep
well away from any discussions regarding
Billy within the school, but knew he'd improved
immensely since his mother had left the area.
There was a distinct possibility in fact that Billy
could be moved into one of the 'high flyer' sets,
although this would mean a great deal of extra work in
catching up. This information wasn't
passed on to Billy as he just might decide to rest on
his laurels. It would also mean he would lose
Tom as his teacher: that problem would be met as and
when it arose.
Nothing much else happened that week except that Billy
was to have a sleep-over at Chris's.
Despite Chris staying over several times, Billy had
never been over to his house, always find some
excuse or other. In fact he was a little afraid, the
only two other places he'd slept in were his old
home and this one. That, and the thought of Tom not
being around out him put him off. However,
following last week-ends conversations, Billy had been
persuaded by Tom that it might be a good
idea. "At least try it once. If you don't like it, you
haven't got to go again," were his comments.
It would have been easier for Billy to go straight to
Chris's house after school, but he wanted to
go home first and spend a little time with Tom, after
all it would be about 20 hours before he'd see
him again and they hadn't ever been apart for that
long since he'd moved in. Even the thought
made him nervous.

Tom and Billy had a quick snack together when they got
home, not a big one as Billy was eating
with them as well. In any case, Billy for a change
wasn't hungry - his nerves had seen to that.
Instead they sat on the easy chair together for a
while chatting. Eventually the time came when he
had to leave. Tom offered to take him in the car, but
Billy decided to walk, commenting that 'it
just wasn't done' to be taken to a sleep-over by car.
The logic defied Tom, but he let it go.
An hour later and Billy was sat in Chris's living
room, chatting with his parents and Karen. To
begin with he was nervous and it showed. Not because
of the family itself, he was used to them
and got on OK. It was Karen's mother. Thinking about
what Chris had told him, every time he
looked at her, a mental image of her naked flashed
through his mind. 'If nothing else, he thought
to himself, 'she'd be guaranteed to make an unwanted
erection disappear in no time flat.'
Social niceties out of the way, Chris and Billy went
up to Chris's room and messed about for a
while on the internet and a couple of computer games.
Then Chris, who was obviously bored with
them suggested a sauna. Billy had only the vaguest
idea what was involved, but trusted Chris and
agreed. From what he knew, at least they would get
naked together again, which had to be a good
thing. Once parental approval had been given, they
were soon ensconced in the pine-clad room
waiting for the heat to build up. They'd left their
clothes out in the little vestibule thing, apart from
their underpants which they took in with them after
Chris mentioned the fact that it was highly
likely Karen would join them.
This disturbed Billy a little, but didn't pay too much
attention to it as Chris would be there with
him anyway. Even the thought of a near-naked Karen
didn't worry him that much.
The sauna had slatted benches ranged around three
sides of it, rather like bunk beds, but fastened
to the wall. Billy spread a towel out on one of the
lower ones and Chris stretched out above him,
without a towel Billy idly noticed. As the room got
hotter, the boys chatted and when they
decided it was hot enough, turned the heating off and
sat on a bench together idling away the
time. Billy noticed Chris was edging towards him
slowly and guessed what his intentions were,
not that he objected. In fact he was looking forward
to it keenly; he just wished he'd hurry up in
case Karen came in.

"You want to do something?" Billy asked, he patience
worn out.
"Yeah. Do you?" Chris answered.

"Yeah." They reached out for each other's cocks, which
despite the heat were well and truly hard
and began to feel around. It wasn't long before they
were laid out along the bench, masturbating
each other slowly, still chatting about anything
except what they were doing. It didn't take Chris
long before he was starting to come. Longer than last
time, but still not very long in Billy's terms.
He managed to stave it off once, but was unable to
stop Billy from pushing him over the edge the
second time. With a guttural grunt or two, he spasmed
violently and covered Billy's groin once
more.

"Sod it!" Chris said forcefully. "I didn't want to
come just yet. Bugger it!"
Billy smiled, "Don't worry. We can do more later,
can't we?"
"Yeah, oh yeah," Chris smiled. " 'Course we can."

It was at that point the outer door opened and Karen
shouted out, "You decent in there? Can I
come in?"

"Just a sec," Chris called out.

The two boys hastily donned their pants and sat down
on opposite benches, hurriedly smearing
Chris's cum over the floor with their feet.

"Come in," Chris yelled, "It's OK now."

Karen came in wearing just the bottom half of a very
small bikini. Chris, obviously used to this
simply said, "Hi!" and watched her sit down.

Billy, however, wasn't used to it. She had a lovely
body, smooth and silky, her small breasts
standing out firmly. Her biking bottom did little to
hide very much either, a trace of black hair
spread from her navel down to the bikini, and even
then it's shadow could be seen through the thin
material. His dick gave a little twitch, but no more
than it would have done at the sight of any
all-but naked body. They chatted for a while before
Karen remembered that hid father wanted him
to sort some computer problem out for him.

"Bugger it!" he said, with feeling. "He's done it
again. Won't be long," he said as he left the room,
leaving Karen and Billy alone. They nattered about
their joint interest in the Creative English
group, easily and informally, both seemingly perfectly
at ease.
"Don't mind if I take this off, do you?" Karen said as
to Billy's horror she removed her only item
of clothing. "Only Chris get's a bit funny about it
when I do."
Billy wasn't given the choice; and he felt funny to.
He'd never seen a naked girl before, apart from
little babies of course and they don't count. He
stared at her, laid out on the bunk opposite. She
closed her eyes for a moment, relishing the heat.
"That's nice!" she murmured. "Been looking
forward to this all day."

She turned on to her side and rested her head on a
folded arm, staring at Billy. "Take yours off if
you like. I don't mind."

"Err. No thanks, I'm OK. He wasn't. His dick was
starting to harden and he was sure she could
see it, and without appearing stupidly prudish he
could do anything about hiding it by turning
away.

They continued chatting for a minute or two before
Karen said, "Can I see it?"
"What?" said Billy, momentarily confused.

"The only bit of you I can't see!" she giggled. "Come
on, I've seen Chris's and lots of others as
well. It's nothing special. Come on."

Slowly, and much against his better judgement, he
stood up and took them off. Karen reached
over and ran her hands first down his body and then
over his dick. It throbbed as her tiny hands
encompassed it and felt its length.

"Quick," she said, "Get down here." She dropped to the
floor and pulled Billy on top of her
before he realised what was happening. She put her
arms round Billy's neck and kissed him
urgently. Billy responded automatically, his tongue
searching out hers. Suddenly he felt her hand
on his dick, pressing it down. Then he was in her,
Karen wriggling until he was buried to the hilt,
her hips already trying to buck against him.

"Come on, hurry up," she gasped, "Before he gets
back." The last thing Billy wanted to do was
this, he didn't like it and didn't want it. He was
astounded to find that even now, his first time, it
held no appeal for him. The only reason he was still
hard was because she'd just toyed with it, and
he was half-hard anyway after messing with Chris.

"Come on," she urged again.

Billy thrust into her, his body automatically doing
what came naturally. As he pushed forwards for
the third or fourth time, he thought of Tom and
suddenly he erupted inside her, forcing himself
down as hard as he could, his cock spitting out his
cum in rapid, high pressure spurts. He lifted
himself up on his arms and slowly withdrew, looking
down at his slick-wet dick, now as soft as it
had ever been.

Karen was still stretched out, a beatific smile on her
face, her fingers resting around her cunt.
"That was good," she moaned. "Quick, but good."

Billy mumbled, " Good." as he searched desperately for
his pants, his mind in still spinning at the
speed with which it'd happened.

They behaved as if nothing had happened when Chris
came back five minutes later and informed
them that supper was ready and they should go in.

Two hours later, when everyone else was asleep, Chris
and Billy were talking quietly from their
beds.

"Did Karen try anything whilst I was out?" Chris said.

"Yeah." Billy replied.

"Did you?"

"Yeah."

"Come over here," Chris said. "We can talk then."

The twin beds Chris had were wider than Billy's bunks
and they had a little more room to lay in.
"What happened?" Chris asked.

Billy told him quickly and succinctly what they'd
done.

"You like it?" Chris asked.

"No, not much," Billy said, then instantly wondered if
he'd said the wrong thing. After all, she is a
girl and he's supposed to like it.

"She did the same to me once," Chris revealed after a
moment's thought. "That was in the sauna
too. But I told her I never wanted to do it again, not
like that anyway. I wouldn't mind doing it
with her in bed, or someone else though," he giggled.
Then, as an afterthought added, "Another
girl I meant."  Billy felt Chris's hand move down to
his own erect dick and start to masturbate it
slowly.

"You hard?" Chris asked. "I am," he said needlessly.

"Yeah," He was too, but not at the thought of Karen,
it was the closeness of Chris. mixed up with
a yearning for Tom.

Their hands changed places, the slow easy pace being
continued.
"This's almost as good, isn't it?" Chris said as he
increased his speed on Billy's cock.
"Yeah. Almost." Billy lied. He closed his eyes and
concentrated on enjoying Chris., trying his best
to forget Karen.

"This's nice," Billy said as Chris changed his grip
and started again.
"Yeah. I must be like you," Chris whispered. "I like
doing it with both girls and boys, not that I've
had much chance with either," he laughed lightly.

It took all of Billy's will power from then on to
carry on what they were doing. It was OK and he
was enjoying it in one way, but Chris's last comment
had thrown him and for some reason he took
exception to it. It wasn't the same any more.

"Come on, do it quick I want to cum," he whispered in
Chris's ear.
"So do I!" was the reply, and the two boys rushed as
fast as they could to joint climaxes, Billy
producing just as much cum as he did with Karen, but
more enjoyably. Billy had the impression
that Chris was just glad to cum.

Once in his own bed, Billy rested his hand on his
soft, wet sorely abused dick and thought of
Tom, wishing with all his heart he was here.

Chapter Seven

The following morning Billy left as soon as he
decently could, using the excuse that he and Tom
had to go and do some shopping. On the slow walk home
he gave considerable thought to Chris's
family, him and Karen particularly. He came to two
conclusions. First that not only did he not like
Karen, or what she did, but he didn't even enjoy the
sex with her. Otherwise why did he think of
Tom just at that moment? And secondly he decided that
he'd been used, by both of them. He
would remain friendly with them, he still liked Chris
as a person, and apart from the sex bit, he
was good fun. But with regard to sex, with either of
them, that was definitely out.
Having resolved things in his mind, he thought of Tom
and his home, picked up speed and ran the
rest of the way.

Tom was reading the paper when Billy went in the
living room. He looked up and smiled at him,
surprised at seeing him so early, but delighted
nonetheless, he'd had a lonely few hours.
"Hiya, sport! Everything OK?"

"Yeah, brilliant!" Billy said cheerfully and sat next
to Tom, giving him a big hug and a kiss.
"Missed you though."

"Me too," said Tom, "Lots."

Billy grabbed Tom's arm and clung to it, reading the
paper with him.  He was feeling brilliant, but
not perhaps for the same reason Tom thought. He was
back with his man.
"Can we go out later?" Billy asked once he'd settled
down.
"Where?"

"Anywhere. Shopping if you like, I just wanna go out."

"OK, give me a few minutes and we'll go."

They headed towards the town centre, but at the last
minute Tom changed his mind and turned
towards the coast. It was a good hours drive away, but
he was in a good mood and enjoying the
drive.

"Fish and chips," Tom said, "In Peterport."

"Magic!" Billy said gleefully and settled down to
enjoy the ride, his hand resting on Tom's thigh as
if he would disappear if he let go. "Will you teach me
to drive one day?" he asked as they joined
the motorway.

"Sure," said Tom, "It's not hard."

"Good. That'll be ace," Billy said, watching the
faster cars speed past them, already imagining
himself behind the wheel.

He watched Tom manouevre the car between the traffic,
taking note of how he co-ordinated his
hands and feet, changing gear and so on. He soon got
bored with that and lay against Tom's side
day-dreaming. He put his hand back on Tom's thigh and
stuck his thumb in his mouth.
Tom reached over and gently removed it. "You're a bit
big for that now," he smiled.
Billy gave a slight shrug , wiped his damp thumb on
his trousers ands moved his other hand higher
up Tom's leg. Tom sighed again, decided not to do
anything about it and opened his legs a little.
"Don't undo them," he said.

"As if I would. You're a bit big for that now," he
giggled as he rested his hand on his cock.
The weather wasn't quite warm enough to eat outside so
they found a popular fish and chip
restaurant on the sea front and sat in the window
people-watching.
"Bet he does," Billy said, pointing out a
twelve-year-old skateboarder with too-tight shorts.
Tom looked round to check no one was in earshot and
replied, "Naah. Too young."
"Rubbish. I could when I was as old as him," Billy
whispered.
"Bet they do," Tom said looking at two 20-something
lads walking past.
"How'd you know?" Billy asked innocently.

"By the way they walk."

Billy spent the next five minutes watching how people
walked before he realised he'd ben caught
out again.

"Dickhead!" he grinned. He leaned over and whispered
in Tom's ear, "The only time I walk funny
is when ........"

Before he finished the sentence, Tom broke out in a
fit of coughing and glanced at Billy, faking a
bad-tempered stare.

"Shut up!" he mouthed just loud enough for him to
hear.

"Bet she does," Tom said nodding at a tartily-dressed
teenager strolling past with her boyfriend,
changing the subject.

"Bet she does. Go and ask her," Billy grinned. "But
take your wallet."
Tom laughed and commented that 5 pound would be enough, and
with change. Billy thought of Karen
for an instant and shivered involuntarily. He made his
mind up to talk to Tom on the way back
home.

On the way back to the car, they passed a tailor's
shop which reminded Tom of a promise he'd
made himself the previous week after their dinner
party. Pulling Billy up by the arm, Tom
suggested they went inside the shop and had a look.

Much to Billy's surprise they stopped at the racks of
ready-to-wear suits. Assuming they were
looking for one for Tom, he went to the larger sizes,
but Tom called him over to the youth's rack.
"Which one do you like?" Tom asked.

"For me?" Billy replied incredulously.

"Who else? I'm not buying one for a stranger!"

Buying him shirt and stuff for school was one thing,
but a suit? A proper suit? He was even more
astounded when he saw the prices.

"Have you seen this?" he gasped, showing him a price
tag.

"Yes. Cheap, aren't they?" Tom grinned.

At that moment a young salesman appeared.

"May I help you?"

Tom turned to him and said, "Yes, please. What suits
do you have in my son's size?" He nodded
in the direction of Billy who was browsing through the
rack.
"This way, sir. What size is he?"

"I'm not sure. He's growing fast, could you check him
for me?"
As if by magic, a tape measure appeared from nowhere
and the salesman quickly measured Billy's
chest, waist and arms. What happened next left Billy
speechless. Before he knew it, a hand had
whipped into his groin, pushed his testicles to one
side and a hand pressed tightly into his groin.
Billy stood there rigid, his mouth agape and his eyes
wide -open. his hands reaching down to his
crotch.

Tom turned away hurriedly, trying his best not to let
Billy see him laughing.
Before Billy could react, the salesman reached over
and lifted a couple of suits off their hangers.
"These should be fine," he said obsequiously. "Ant
from here, to, err, here." He indicated a rack
of about a dozen suits and left them to it.

Billy was still in a state of shock. "You might have
warned me!" he whispered as he rubbed his
groin.

Tom laughed a little more. "Sorry! I didn't think.
Come on, which one shall we get?"
Between them they settled on a well-cut dark grey one
which would do for most occasions they
agreed.

"Go on then, try it on."

"What? Here? How?" Billy gasped, "In front of all
these people?"
"If you like," Tom giggled. "But it might be better if
you used a fitting room. Over there." He
pointed out some cubicles which Billy hadn't noticed.
Blushing faintly, Billy picked up the suit and
went to change.

He looked good in the suit, the first one he'd ever
had, even Tom was impressed by the difference
it made. They selected a matching shirt and tie, and
they left the shop, a few pounds worse off,
but two very happy people. Billy clung on to the
parcel with a grim fierceness. He'd wanted to
keep it on, but after some persuasion had reluctantly
agreed to wait until a better time.
They placed the package carefully on the back seat of
the car and turned for home.
"How's Chris?" Tom asked as they changed lanes on the
motorway. "You haven't said how last
night went yet."

To had been waiting for Billy to bring the subject up,
but as he hadn't, and Tom was bursting to
know how'd it'd gone, he'd reluctantly had to ask.

"OK," Billy said. He'd been thinking how to mention
last night's events, and Tom had given him
the opening. "But it wasn't all that good."

"Why?" Tom asked, a slight knot forming in his
stomach.

Tom listened, awestruck as Billy related the story.

"Crickey!" he gasped as the story ended. "Jesus! That
was terrible of Karen, she was definitely out
of order." Then after a pause added, "What you going
to do next?"
"Dunno," Billy said. He'd got over his disappointment
with Karen, and had come to terms with
Chris's selfishness. They would still be friends, but
no more than that. On the walk home, he
thought to himself that he would've probably fucked
Karen at some point, but in his own time and
when he was ready. As regards to Chris, he would just
took him as he came.
"Made any difference to you?" Tom said, glancing
across at Billy.
"Only that I know now that I prefer boys to girls," he
laughed lightly. "And do you know what
else?" he giggled.

"Go on," Tom said, glad that he seemed to be taking it
so well.
"When I was doing it with her, I was thinking of you!
And even with Chris, it wasn't the same but
I liked it better. Not as good as it is with you,
though."
They looked at each other and smiled gently.

"Do you think I'm queer?" Billy asked conversationally
in the same way he might have asked if his
tie was on straight. "I think I might be."

"Would it worry you of you were?"

"No. Well, not much anyway. It's just that I don't
fancy messing about with females as much as I
do with males."

Tom refrained from stating the obvious about age, and
phases and such - Billy didn't want to hear
that and it wasn't true anyway, not in Billy's case.
Tom was convinced that Billy was almost
certainly gay, but like many gay people would probably
enjoy sex with women once in a while,
but they wouldn't be his first choice.

"What makes you get hard?" Tom asked.

"You. Some boys and men. Not many girls though." he
replied.
"There you are then, that's your answer. At your time
in life, that's fine. It might change later, who
knows? If you're happy as you are, don't force
yourself into anything else."
"Mmmmmm," Billy said, thinking this over.

"What do you think when other kids call you names?" He
was safe in saying this as it was of
course an every-day occurrence in a school, and they
were always sexual.
"Don't worry about it. The only thing I think is that
when they call anyone 'gay' or 'queer' or
anything, they've no idea what it's like having those
sort of feelings otherwise they wouldn't say it.
I feel sorry for them I suppose."

Tom was managing not to get an erection with this
conversation, partly due no doubt because he
was concentrating on his driving as well as talking to
Billy. Billy, on the other hand, being your
typical teenager in that respect was well boned up. He
adjusted himself, then leaned over and
whispered in Tom's ear, "Can we have a bath together
when we get home? I feel dirty!"
This made Tom laugh, and at last his dick started to
harden slightly. "Proving a point?" he said.
Billy grinned, "You'll get the point later!" He leaned
over, kissed Tom on the cheek and lay down,
head in his lap.

Once more, Tom removed his thumb from his mouth and
put his foot down, anxious to get home
as soon as he could.


Chapter Eight.

Billy was still hard when they parked the car, he had
been thinking about Kim, Billy, and Chris
most of the time and how on the whole he'd enjoyed
what they'd done: he even thought about the
magazine which had started it all off. The occasional
thought of Karen was quickly dispelled as an
aberration.  I  like it,' he thought to himself as he
rested a comforting hand on his groin.
The first thing they did was to try on his new suit,
shirt and tie. Once more Tom was treated to
the beautiful sight of Billy stripping down to his
underwear - he could never get use to the
magnificence of him, inch-perfect in every respect
-his tight-fitting underwear only adding to his
attractiveness. Billy, catching Tom staring at him as
he undressed, grinned broadly and gave him a
wink, knowing exactly what he was thinking.

Once it'd been checked out, and a photograph taken at
Tom's insistence, the clothes were put
away carefully.

"Thanks, Tom," Billy whispered. "Thanks a lot."

"OK. Anything for the man in my life," he grinned and
swatted his butt.
"Bath time!" Billy said, beating a hasty retreat to
the bathroom before Tom could do it a second
time.

Billy turned the taps on, poured in his favourite bath
oil and turned to Tom, leaned over and
kissed him on the lips. Their lips remained locked
together as Billy frantically undressed Tom.
He'd been waiting for almost two hours for this
moment, and he wasn't going to wait a second
longer. Still hugging and kissing, they stepped into
the bath and slid down in the water, Billy
laying on top of Tom, their solid-hard erections
laying side-by-side.
Lazily they washed each other, delighting in the
opportunity once again to renew their familiarity
with each other.

"Wonder where this's been?" Tom commented as he washed
Billy's dick lovingly. "It's not very
clean!"

Billy stared at it, remembering. "In Chris's hands for
one. And somewhere else!" he giggled,
choosing not to mention Karen by name. "Make sure it's
clean, will you?"
Tom did so, soaping it well and massaging it tenderly,
not masturbating him as such, just
caressing it.

"Lovely!" Billy sighed. "Not too much though. I wanna
save it for later!"
When they got into bed that night, it was a happy and
buoyant Billy who cuddled up to Tom.
"Been a funny couple of days," Billy said as he made
himself comfortable.
"Oh, yeah?" Tom replied, stroking Billy's hairless
chest.

Billy giggled as he was being tickled deliciously.
"Karen, Chris, the suit. And me."
"Yeah, 'spose it has. Been alright, though hasn't it?"

"Oh, yeah. Brilliant. Glad to be in bed though, I like
it here. Warm, and comfortable, and just us."
"Glad about that," Tom laughed. "Any more might be
embarrassing."
"Fun though," Billy giggled.

Billy was gently fondling Tom's dick and balls as they
were nattering, dividing his time equally
between feeling his superbly erect penis and running
his fingers along that supremely sensitive line
between his balls and his butt hole. Tom shivered with
pleasure as his body reacted to Billy's
feather-light fingers: at one point he was he even had
to stop him as he was in imminent danger of
cumming. Taking his hand away, Billy whispered, "Can
I?"

In reply, the almost empty tub of ointment made it's
appearance and Billy smeared first Tom and
then himself. Pushing Tom's legs as far back as they
would go, he looked into Tom's eyes as he
wormed himself into place. They smiled lovingly at
each other as Billy eased himself in, Tom
waiting for that indescribable moment when he felt all
of Billy inside him, and Billy savouring yet
again the wonderful sensation emanating from his dick
as he slid into his lover, there was nothing
in the world to compare it with and he sighed as he
forced himself in that last fantastic few
millimetres.

Tom clasped his legs round Billy's waist and pulled
him in as tightly as he could, moaning in
unison with him.

They made love tenderly and passionately, Billy
prolonging his climax for as long as he possibly
could, knowing that not only would he ultimately enjoy
it all the more when it arrived, but Tom
would enjoy it just as much. Eventually the moment was
fast approaching and Tom sensed Billy's
change to a more urgent thrusting, his eyes glazing
over and his mouth dropping open.
"Faster, faster," urged Tom, "Go on. Do it."

Billy did as he was told and called on his last
reserves as he gave his final lunges, freezing solid
on
the last one and shooting a long, pulsating volley of
his cum deep inside Tom, whose response
was to cum himself, his pellets ejecting as solidly as
ever they had, his arms reaching out to
embrace Billy as he fell forward onto Tom, utterly
exhausted, but deliriously happy.
As they nestled together recovering, Billy kissed his
bed-mate on the cheek and hugged him. Tom
returned the kiss and smiled at him. "That was nice,"
he whispered as he stroked his hair.
"Yeah." Billy sighed, "Couldn't have been better."
Then as an afterthought added, "Fuck Chris
and Karen."

Tom smiled. He's spent a hard few weeks weaning Billy
off swearing, but forgave him this
understandable lapse and kissed him on the cheek.
"Good." he said.
The following week Billy went to the art and English
groups as usual, together with Chris and
Karen. Karen was a bit on the cool side with him,
particularly when he turned down the offer of a
date with her. "But we could ........." she started to
say when Billy interrupted her, not wanting to
hear what she was probably going to say.

"No, thanks," he said firmly and turned his back on
her, giving as much thought to her feelings as
she did to his. She decided not to stay with the two
boys as they walked back to Billy's house
after the meeting and went straight home instead.

Chris hadn't changed. They were playing computer games
in Billy's room that evening when Chris
put his hand in Billy's groin and started to have a
feel. Billy closed his legs slightly at first, but
then
relented and opened them wider. Chris took advantage
of this and slid Billy's zip down.
"No, not now," Billy said quietly, "Dad's downstairs."

"Go on, just a quickie. I'm feeling really randy. You
can do me if you like."
Billy didn't like, but gave in anyway. He knew Tom
wouldn't bother them and they'd be Ok from
that point of view, it was just that he was wary of
Chris. Still, ........
Billy got hard and reached over for Chris's obvious
boner, and despite his initial reluctance, felt
somehow better when he slipped it out of his trousers.


"Let's go on the bed," Chris said urgently.

They lay down together and worked on their dicks
through the flies of their trousers.
"Take 'em off," Chris urged.

"No. Just undo the belt and push 'em down. We haven't
got long."
Billy enjoyed Chris's attentions and orgasmed
pleasantly. Chris enjoyed it more and twice Billy
had to quieten him down. After they'd both finished,
Chris quickly got up, re-dressed and sat
down at the computer desk as if nothing had happened
leaving Billy deflated and more than a bit
pissed off. He didn't even get a smile from him.

"Gonna the bathroom, he said as he stood up, "and
gonna see dad. Come down when you're
ready."

After washing his hands he went in search of Tom who
was laid out on the sofa watching tv. Billy
sat on the floor in front of him and held his hand as
he too looked at the screen.
"OK?" Tom asked.

"Yeah. Just waiting for Chris to finish his game then
he's going home."
"Good," Tom replied, sensing that there was something
not quite right. He assumed he knew
what it was about and let it go.

After Chris had left, Billy got undressed and came
back downstairs in his dressing gown. He sat
with Tom and watched the end of the news.

"Got some news for you," Tom said. "I think I'll
change the car. Want to help choose a new one?"

"What a new, new one or a second-hand one?" Billy
asked perking up.
Tom's car was almost ten years old: he wasn't really
into cars and as long as they did their job,
that's all he wanted. But now the one he had was
showing signs of age and he wanted to change
it. Apart from anything else, it was just a little on
the small side for them both.
"A good second-hand one I think. At least that way all
the bugs you get with new cars have been
sorted out," he said.

They talked about cars until bedtime, deciding that
they would have a scout round the local
garages after school tomorrow to get some idea of what
was around.
It was the fourth one they visited that changed all
their ideas. Wandering round the car lot, Tom
found himself walking past a row of camper vans when
an idea struck him. 'Why not?' he thought
to himself. 'It'd do for holidays whenever we wanted,
and it's not much dearer than a car to run I
suppose. He was wrong there, but he wasn't to learn
that until later. He looked more closely at
them and discovered much to his surprise that they
were extremely well kitted out, a far cry from
the caravans he'd known as a kid. He looked at the
prices and shook his head: they were
expensive, at least twice as much as he'd intended
spending. But still, the money he'd same on
holidays now there were two of them, and the
opportunity to escape whenever they felt like it
persuaded him.

"Billy!" he called out. He was looking at a totally
inappropriate two-seater sports car as he was
called, and turned round. He ran over to Tom, who
said, "What do you think?"
Billy looked at the camper, looked at the cars and
looked back at the camper.
"Dunno. Bit big isn't it?"

"Yeah, but it'd be quite useful wouldn't it?
Travelling and all that."
Billy was turning it over in his mind when the
salesman turned up. "Like to see inside, sir? I'll
just
get the keys."

They waited as they keys were brought, looking round
the outside.
"Here you are. I'll be in the office when you've
finished." He opened the side door and left them to
it.

They were pleasantly surprised at how spacious and how
cleverly designed it was, not a square
inch of space being wasted. There was even a tiny
little toilet.
"Where are the beds?" Billy asked looking round.

"It says 'sleeps four', said Tom also searching about.

"There's one," Billy said pointing to a tiny bed about
the driving compartment, suitable only for
anyone under about eight years old.

"There's another," said Tom indicating a bench-type
seat across the back of the vehicle.
"There must be another somewhere," Tom said searching.

"Here!" shouted Billy, "Look."

An almost double-sized bed pulled out from under some
seats. Once the little table on the middle
of the floor was folded down, it spread across the
floor, sprang upwards and became level with
the seats. Not all that big, but plenty big enough for
two. They grinned at each other knowingly.
"Doesn't look too solid," Billy grinned wrapping his
arms round Tom's forearm. "But it'd be OK."

"Yes." Tom agreed. "Fancy it?"

Billy looked up at Tom, grinning. "Yeah! How did you
know?" He pretended to start to undo his
trousers when Tom stopped him.

"Dickhead! Not now. I mean the camper."

"Oh, that!" Billy replied, pretending to be pissed
off. Then, instantly changing his tone continued,
"Yeah. It'd be fantastic. Think of all the places we
can go and things we can do. It'd be brilliant.
But can you afford it?"

They walked over to the managers office to talk
business. Half an hour later, and after negotiating
a good discount, Tom was the proud owner of a camper
van, to be collected in a week's time after
it'd been serviced and tidied up. The added unexpected
bonus as far as Billy was concerned was
that the part-exchange offer on Tom's old car was so
little that he decided to hang on to it,
explaining to the salesman that he'd rather keep it to
teach his son to drive with.
Tom was laying in bed later that night, alone, being a
school night, and thinking. In one way he
was just as pleased at Billy about his new purchase,
the only downside being the cost. Still, he
rationalised, it's worth it just to see Billy smile.
'Billy? Billy?' he thought. 'Billy?' There was
something niggling away at the back of his mind
concerning Billy. What the hell was it? He
pondered for a while, trying to think what it was.
Then it struck him. School. Gymnastics.
Trampoline. In all the excitement buying the camper,
he'd forgotten to talk to Billy.
It was the inter-school Gymnastics competition in a
month's time and they were one member short
in the team. As a PE teacher, Tom coached the school
trampoline team, a job which he enjoyed as
it took him out of the school and he saw a different
side to the boys he taught in the classroom.
Billy had showed some ability in gymnastics and he
thought that with some coaching he would
probably be OK.

He glanced at the clock, in half a mind to go and talk
to Billy now while it was on his mind.
11.30. Late, but not too late he decided. He slid a
leg out of bed and was about to go to him when
he heard the toilet flush. Waiting to hear the door
open, he called out to him.
Billy poked his head round the door to see what he
wanted.
"Come and sit here a minute, I want to ask you
something."
Billy, having got out of bed to visit the bathroom was
naked, but he showed ne embarrassment as
he sat on the edge of the bed and listened to Tom.

Initially he was reluctant to get involved, but after
a bit of persuasion from Tom and the promise
of a week-end break in the camper, he relented. As Tom
went on to explain in more detail about
the routines and stuff, he noticed Billy had folded
his arms across his chest ands was shivering
slightly, looking enviously at the bed.

"Come on, get in," Tom said. "You look frozen."

Gratefully he climbed in and moved towards Tom, who
shuddered as Billy pressed his goose-
pimpled skin against him. He cuddled him to share his
warmth and looked at him, now smiling
happily.

"So, you up for it?" Tom said.

"Yes. OK. I'll need a lot of help, though."

"No problem. We'll get there." Tom replied.

They did too. A combination of hard work and innate
ability on Billy's part ensured he was able to
take part in the competition as a full team member.
The meeting was on a Saturday morning, and
it was in high spirits that the collection of parents
and their cars set off.
The competition went well, or at least as well as they
expected. They didn't win overall, but came
second in the trampoline section, which was better
than Tom expected. Even the overall third
place was an improvement over previous years and they
made they way home happily.
The following Monday, Tom decided to have a
get-together of the trampoline team, now
including Billy. Firstly they had a post-mortem of the
display and with the aid of a video camera
picked out their faults and following that a few of
the boys decided that they would have a short
practice.  There wasn't a lot wrong with their
routine, but a bit of practice wouldn't come amiss.
After about half an hour, most of the boys had to
leave, leaving just Tom, Billy and Adrian Field
in the gymnasium. The boys were taking it in turns to
practice somersaults when Adrian mis-timed
his bounce, landed awkwardly on the mat and slipped
off the edge of the trampoline. It wasn't a
serious accident, in fact they happened quite often
and the boys knew how to cope with them, but
this time Adrian came down on the corner of the frame
and not along one of the edges as usual.
With his legs and arms flailing wildly in the air,
Adrian dropped downwards, his legs straddling
the metal frame. More importantly, he was also heading
for the springs which gave the trampoline
its bounce.

A split-second before he landed, Adrian knew exactly
what was going to happen and cried out,
"Oh shit!" just as he came down astride one of the
springs. As it came to rest, Adrian sat for a
second, his eyes wide open and hands reaching
ineffectively into his groin. Instantly, Tom and
Billy lifted Adrian onto the floor and asked anxiously
if he was alright.
Adrian was in a state of shock. The coils of the
spring had closed trapping a fair amount of flesh
between them, high in his groin. He clamped his hands
over the burning flesh and managed to
stammer out, "Oh, shit, that hurts!"

Gently Tom moved his hands out of the way and peered
down. Luckily, there was no sign of
bleeding, he noticed with a sigh of relief.

"Can you walk?" Tom asked.

"Dunno, I'll try," Adrian said as he stood up.

He could, but it was excruciatingly painful and he had
to be half-carried to the changing rooms
where Tom lay him down on the massage table.

Billy watched as Tom asked, "Can I take a look, see
what damage has been done?"
Adrian nodded, still too shocked to care.

Tom pulled down his white PE shorts to survey the
damage. The first thing he noticed was that he
wasn't wearing a support; in fact he wasn't wearing
anything at all under his shorts.
"No support?" Tom asked as he peered at the inside of
his thigh.
"No," Adrian said, "I didn't think I'd need it today
and didn't bring it with me. Wouldn't have done
any good anyway, would it?"

"No, "Tom smiled as he examined the seven or eight
bright red marks where the coils had
tortured his flesh. He was lucky, the skin hadn't even
been broken, but he would have a lovely set
of bruises tomorrow.

"No damage," he said. "You were lucky. I'll go and get
some embrocation for you."
Billy giggled with relief as he too stared at the
boy's groin. "That could've been serious!" Now he
was satisfied there was no lasting damage, Billy
noticed above all else that Adrian had a good-
looking circumcised four-inch dick, surmounted by a
golden halo of blond hair. He longed to
touch it, but didn't dare.

Adrian, realising what Billy was talking about
suddenly sat up and stared at his injuries. "Fucking
Hell!" he said, "Jesus!"

He lifted his penis up and searched in vain for any
signs of injury. "Nothing there?" Adrian said,
now worried.

"Just a sec.," Billy replied and grasped Adrian's cock
between his finger and thumb and lifted it
out of the way. "Can't see anything," he said, bending
down further. "Hold on, I'll get in closer."
He examined Adrian's cock and balls minutely,
thoroughly enjoying the situation now he was sure
Adrian was OK. He even rubbed his fingers up and down
Adrian's shaft slowly, feeling it harden
slightly under his touch. He was suddenly disturbed by
the sound of a cough behind him; Tom had
returned with the embrocation. Billy dropped the penis
and looked at Tom, reddening slightly.
"No marks or anything there," he said lamely.

Tom grinned slightly at him, knowing precisely what
he'd been doing.
"Here," he said to Adrian. "This'll stop most of the
bruising with a bit of luck. Do you want me to
rub it in, or Billy?"

Adrian looked from one to the other. In fact he didn't
mind, despite the proximity of the injury to
his pride and joy. It'd been nearly 24 hours since
anyone else had had their hands down there and
he knew he liked the feeling of someone touching his
prick - and more. Sensing that Billy had
enjoyed touching him, he asked that he should do it.

Tom would've loved to rub the oil in, and regretted
having asked Adrian to decide who should do
it. Mentally shrugging, he handed the bottle to Billy
and winked slightly.
"Here you are, get on with it," he smiled at Billy
knowingly.
Tom watched for a few minutes as Billy poured some oil
onto his hand and spread it inside
Adrian's leg. He winced as the coldness hit him, but
soon relaxed as it warmed up and Billy's deft
fingers rubbed it in. The other sort of warm feeling
helped soothe the pain too.
Tom, sensing he was in the way now and wasn't needed
anyway, asked Adrian if he wanted him to
ring his parents to pick him up and take him home.

"No, thanks. They're out, but I'll be OK though, I
don't live far away."
"OK," Tom replied, I'll go and get changed then.

That left Billy and Adrian alone in the changing room,
Billy staring at Adrian's prick and balls as
he absentmindedly worked the oil in.

"You've done that bit enough now," Adrian said,
lifting himself up onto his elbows and grinning at
Billy. His dick was erecting rapidly, but somehow he
sensed that Billy didn't mind, and he
certainly didn't.

Billy moved his hand away as if to finish, but Adrian
grasped his wrist and whispered, "Finish the
job off will you, you've missed some bits."

Billy got the message loud and clear, and pour some
more oil out into the palm of his hand. He
greased the skin on his other leg and quickly moved
over to attend to his testicles and penis.
"Go on, that as well," Adrian said huskily.

Billy grasped his now hard, erect, six inch dick and
started to massage it gently, taking the weight
of his large balls in his other hand. They grinned
conspiratorially at each other.
"Hurry up, you dad'll be back soon," Adrian gasped.
"Go on, quick."
Billy smiled broadly, and speeded up. He watched
intently as he did his work, alternating his stare
between Adrian's magnificent dick and his shining
hazel eyes. Aware that Adrian was very close
to coming, he stepped back out of the way of the
expected reward and tightened his grip.
"Agh! Agh!" Adrian grunted as he bucked his hips and
shot forth six globs of hot cum, covering
Billy's hand as well as Adrian's chest and abdomen.

"Wow!" Billy said, amazed at the volume of spunk he'd
just jetted out.
"Wow!" said Adrian, just as amazed at what Billy had
just done.
Still grinning, Adrian swung his legs off the table
and pulled his shorts up. "Thanks," he gasped, "I
owe you one! That was brilliant." He watched, still
smiling as Billy licked the remains of Adrian's
cum off his hand.

"Yeah, you do. Owe me one I mean," Billy said, looking
his new friend straight in the eye and
grinning.

They were apparently chatting idly as Tom re-appeared,
now dressed in his school suit.
"Ready?" he said. "Come on, I'll give you a lift home
Adrian."
Fifteen minutes later they were on the way home,
having dropped him off.
"OK?" Tom said.

"Yes. Glad Adrian wasn't hurt."

"Yes. He was lucky," Tom answered as he stopped
outside their house.
"He's OK. I think I'll get to like him," Billy said as
he climbed out of the camper.
"Thought you might. I could tell," Tom grinned. "But
don't say any more, I don't think I want to
know!"

"Piss off! Nothing to tell" Billy said lightly and ran
down the path to open the door.
Tom made his mind up not to interfere this time; he'd
learned his lesson with Chris and wasn't
about to make a second mistake; he did, however,
decide to keep an eye on their friendship from
a distance. He scanned his mind for what he knew about
him, which wasn't very much as he didn't
come across him much in classes. He knew that Adrian
lived in poorer area of town, not very far
from where Billy used to live in fact. He was a nice
lad, a bit of an isolate perhaps, but easy going
and friendly enough, just the sort of person Billy
would choose for a friend in fact.
What Tom didn't know was anything about his secret
life, which was probably a good thing.
Adrian had joined the gymnastics club for one main
reason; well, two if you count the fact that he
enjoyed gymnastics to begin with. He was an avid
boywatcher, and more importantly, has
discovered the joys of boy-on-boy sex some six months
ago, ever since when he had had fairly
regular and frequent jerk-off sessions with his mate.
The incident this afternoon had started off
badly, Adrian thought, but once he knew he hadn't hurt
himself seriously, he felt a great deal
better. He was, of course embarrassed when he was
stripped in front of a teacher and Billy, but
their anxiousness about him, and the gentle massage
he'd had afterwards had changed all that.
>From the moment that Billy touched him, he somehow
knew that he was different. For one thing
he didn't freak out when he started to get a hard on,
in fact he'd even deliberately made it get
harder. And once the teacher had left the room, he
took no persuading at all to finish the job he'd
started. The only thing he was a bit miffed about was
he hadn't had the chance to return the
favour, but he would work on that.


Chapter Nine.

"Want to christen the camper this week-end?" Tom said
to Billy the following Friday night. "We'll
go somewhere tomorrow if you like."

They were laying in bed watching some stupid 'kiss and
tell' show waiting for the late-night film to
start and killing time, chatting and fondling each
other under the blankets.
"Yes, please!" said Billy, suddenly perking up. "Where
shall we go?"
"Don't know, I haven't given it any thought." Tom
replied, "I just fancy a week-end away for a
change."

"I know!" said Billy, and got out of bed. Two minutes
later he was back with the road maps.
He let his fingers roam over the map more or less at
random, rejecting most places as not exotic
enough, or not far enough away.

"Tell you what," Tom said. "I've had an idea. Let's go
and see a friend of mine. He runs an
outdoor activity centre. You know, rock-climbing,
canoeing, orienteering, that sort of thing."
Billy pulled a face. "I'm not spending the week-end
getting soaked or half-way up a bloody cliff,"
he said. "Never done it before anyway."

"No problem. Why not take your camera? You might get
some good pictures."
"That's an idea," he said, relieved that he wasn't
going to be made to exert himself too much.
"Who we going to see anyway?"

"Allan. Allan Thompson. We were at college together. I
usually get to see him once a year or so
and have a talk about old times. He'll be surprised to
see you though. I think you'll like him."
They chatted for another few minutes before Billy
said, "What do we tell him about you and me?"
Tom thought for a second or two, then said, "What's
wrong with telling him the truth?"
Billy leaned in and cuddled up closer to Tom, "Dunno.
I don't want anyone to know anything
about my mum and dad, or what they were like or
anything."
"I see." Tom replied. He understood Billy's point of
view completely. The life he was leading now
was so different and so much better than it used to be
that he didn't need reminding of his
previous one. Almost everyone in their circle knew
about Billy's background and it was no longer
a topic of conversation, but Billy was reluctant to
tell anyone else about it.
Billy went on, "You can always say you adopted me or
something. It's almost as if you have
anyway, isn't it?"

Tom agreed. Why rake over old coals when there was no
need? And in any case, he thought, the
idea of presenting Billy as his adopted son appealed
to him, appealed to him more and more as he
thought about it.

"OK," Tom said eventually. "That's a good idea. From
now on, I'll call you my son in front of
strangers."

"Thanks, Dad!" Billy giggled and kissed Tom happily.

The following morning Billy woke up early. He was
excited at what the day promised and wanted
to get going as soon as possible. Looking over at the
still sleeping Tom, he reached down and
took hold of his soft cock. Grinning to himself
wickedly, he carefully worked his way under the
bedclothes and slid Tom's dick into his mouth, licking
it lovingly.
It hardened. Slowly at first, as if that too was being
woken up, but then suddenly it was rock hard
and leaking. Billy felt Tom's hands caressing his back
and head, smiled to himself and got down to
some serious sucking. It didn't take long before Tom
was moaning and groaning, thrusting his
dick in and out of Billy's mouth, wincing every time
his tongue found 'the spot'.
"Cumming!" he gasped a few minutes later, "Cumming!"

Billy swallowed Tom's seed just as fast as he could,
delighted with his efforts and happy now that
Tom was awake.

He scrambled up and lay his head on Tom's chest.
"Mornin', dad!" he grinned. "You awake now?"

"I was having a lovely dream," Tom said, smiling and
kissing the top of Billy's head.
"What about?"

"Never you mind! That was a nice way to be woken up,
thought." He pulled Billy up to his face
and kissed him properly. "Morning, son."

"Morning!" Billy replied. "Come on, let's get up. We
got things to do."
"Wait!" Tom said, "I'm not awake yet. Give me a
chance!"

Billy lay back down again, impatiently waiting for Tom
to come to. Deciding he couldn't wait any
longer, he slid out of bed and went to the bathroom to
shower. Ten minutes later, he was in the
kitchen waiting for the water to boil before he made
their tea. He was delighted as he felt two
arms snake round his waist and a kiss on his neck.

"Hiya, tiger!" a voice whispered in his ear.

Billy grinned and pushed his butt back into Tom's
groin slightly. "Hiya yourself!" he replied,
"Come on, hurry up. Let's get going."

Succumbing to the pressure, Tom did as he was told,
and after a hurried breakfast of tea and
toast, threw a few clothes for them both into a
hold-all and climbed into the van.
Half an hour later and they were well on the way,
Billy reading the map and Tom humming along
to the radio. "I'm hungry," Billy said, looking at a
Little Chef as they drove past it.
Tom turned to him and stared at him, slightly
irritated. "You should've had a proper breakfast.
You had the time."

"I wanted to get going," Billy replied. "Sorry."

"We'll stop soon. I want to get some food in anyway."

After doing some shopping at the next supermarket and
having something to eat, they both felt
better and continued with their journey. The camper
van was a lot slower than the car and what
Tom had thought was a two-hour trip was nearer three,
but eventually they were winding their
way down a narrow country lane towards the activity
centre. It was the first time Tom had been
to a place like this and he stared wide-eyed at the
magnificent scenery, without a house or
building in sight. As they rounded the final bend, the
centre came into view. It consisted of a small
group of timber buildings and a brick-built
office-thing in the middle. Billy recognised the
timber
ones as sleeping quarters mostly and the brick
structure the offices and teaching centre. He could
also see the river running along one side of the site,
which he assumed was where they did the
canoeing and swimming and stuff, and at the back of
the building a hundred-foot cliff which was
where they did their rock-climbing. Apart from that,
it was surrounded by a vast forest and small
hills away in the distance. It looked a good place.

Tom parked the camper in the car park and they
wandered across to the admin block in search of
Allan.

"Does he know we're coming?" Billy asked as he stared
around.
"No. I never got the chance to tell him. But then he's
used to that, I never tell him." Tom laughed.
"I like to surprise him."

"Where does he live?" Billy enquired. "There aren't
any houses round here."
"Here, I think. There's a flat somewhere, and when
they close for the winter he's got a house."
"I see. Must be nice living right out here, miles from
anywhere."
"Yeah, I suppose it is," Tom agreed. "If you like
trees!"

By this time they'd arrived at the front door and
walked in. Tom rang the bell on what he guessed
was the reception desk and waited. A couple of minutes
later and they heard the sounds of a door
opening and closing and footsteps coming towards them.

The man who came round the corner was about Tom's age,
short wiry black hair and was
obviously very fit, his arms and legs bulging with
muscles.
"Hiya Tom!" he shouted, "Great to see you. How are
you? What you doing here?"
Instead of shaking hands as he expected, Billy was
taken aback when they hugged each other and
slapped each other on the back. He also noticed the
look in their eyes as they met, one with which
he was familiar. Their hug also seemed different,
tighter and lasting slightly longer than it should
somehow. For some reason he felt embarrassed, and even
a little jealous.
"Who's this?" Allan asked, grinning at Billy.

"This? Oh, this's my son." Tom said, putting an arm
round him and watching Allan's face.
"Son? I never knew ........" Allan started to say, but
was interrupted by Tom.
"Long story, but I adopted him. Or he adopted me, I'm
not sure which," he laughed.
Tom was happier than he'd ever seen him, Billy mused.
They must be really good friends.
They all went to Allan's living quarters, and over
coffee and biscuits, Tom gave a quick resume of
how Billy came into his life. When they started
talking about the past and catching up on gossip,
Billy got bored and asked if he could go out and
explore.

"Sure," Allan said, "Help yourself. There's a party of
people around somewhere, but ignore them.
They're on a training week-end."

Billy left them chatting, took his camera from the van
and went in search of some good pictures.
When he returned an hour later, the two men were still
talking, but this time over a glass of beer.
They stopped the conversation as he joined them, asked
if he was OK and then carried on. Billy
sat on the floor between Tom's legs as if putting
himself physically between them. Tom rested his
hands on Billy's shoulders and offered him a sip of
his beer.
"Want some?" Allan asked, looking at Tom for approval.

Billy looked up at Tom, who gave a slight nod of
approval and Billy was given his own bottle and
glass. As he drank his beer, he listened to them chat.
He learned that not only were they at college
together, they also had a lot of friends in common and
had even started teaching together in their
first jobs. Despite his initial reaction, Billy was
soon taking part in their conversation and slowly
began to take a liking to Allan. He was obviously a
close friend of Tom's and they liked each
other a lot. That was good enough for Billy and he was
glad to see 'his dad' so relaxed and happy.
He wondered idly just how good a friends they were,
and decided to ask Tom later. Not that it
was that important, just that he was interested.

The opportunity came later when they were walking
around one of the trails in the forest
together.

"I like Allan," Billy said. "He's good fun."

"Yeah, he is." Tom replied. "We've known each other
for years. He likes you, too."
"Good," Billy answered. "What did he say when you told
him you'd adopted me?"
"He was surprised." Tom laughed, "He never thought I'd
have any kids!"
"What? You and him were ..... ," Billy paused. "Good
friends then?"
The implication was obvious.

Tom stopped for a second, then went on, "Sort of. We
shared a flat at university. And you know
what it's like, we became friends like you and Chris,
or you and Kim." He looked at Billy,
unsmiling, "If you see what I mean."

"Yeah," Billy replied, "I do. But you don't stuff any
more?"
"Not for years. We don't even talk about it any more."

Suddenly the jealousy which Billy had felt evaporated
and in some ways even felt sorry for them
both without knowing why.

"That's sad," Billy said. "I bet he could be good
fun."

"He was. And still is. It's just that we've grown
apart in that way, he's got his friends, and I've got
mine!" He put an arm round Billy's shoulder and gave
him a squeeze.
Billy gave him a hug back, and grinned, much happier
now that was out of the way. For an instant
he knew exactly how Tom had felt when he found out
about him and Chris and resolved never to
let himself put Tom through it again, it hurt too
much.

"We staying here tonight?" Billy asked, changing the
subject.
"Hadn't thought about it," Tom said. "I suppose so.
That OK with you?"
"Yeah, if you want. It's good here."

They wandered back to the complex, arms round each
other's waists until they came in sight of
the buildings. Finding Allan once more, they asked if
it would be OK to spend the night in the car
park.

"Sure," he said, "But if you go back down the road a
bit and turn off to your left, there's a track
which leads up to the top of that hill." He pointed
through the window at a rise about a mile
away. "At the top there's a little parking spot, just
about big enough for your camper. It'll be
better up there, this lot of visitors party a lot at
night and they get noisy."
"Great!" Tom said. "That sounds better."

Billy grinned at them both. He liked the idea of
staying the night, but was just a bit nervous about
other people being so close to them tonight when Tom
and he were doing stuff, and he had a
feeling that tonight would be special for them both.

It took quite an effort to get the camper up the hilly
track, but once there, the spot was ideal with
a splendid view over the surrounding countryside. They
parked carefully and well away from the
edge! Although a bit on the chilly side, the weather
was still warm enough to east outside, and
between them they soon had a meal of beefburger and
chips to settle down to. Billy took a good
few pictures of them in and around their camper for
their collection and they settled down to a
lazy evening.

"Going down to see Allan tonight?" Billy asked idly.

"Don't know. Wasn't thinking about it. Why?"

"Just curious. I don't mind if you do. I'll stay here
and watch tv or something."
"Sure?" Tom asked. He would like to spend some time
with his mate, but knew Billy wouldn't be
so keen on spending the evening with them. He also
appreciated the fact that Billy knew about
their past, and didn't seem to mind them spending some
time alone.
"Yeah, you go. I'll be OK. You have a good time."

In fact Billy wasn't all that happy with Tom going to
see Allan because of their past, but he was
trying to be as philosophical as he could about it. It
was exactly the same situation as him and
Chris, but in reverse. Billy knew that Tom wanted some
time with Allan, knew that he'd be in the
way, and knew that they might want to do things that
didn't concern him. After what Tom had
told him earlier, he was more than half-way convinced
that they no longer had a sexual
relationship, but you could never tell. And in any
case, he was absolutely certain that Tom
wouldn't do much even if they did do anything.

Tom had a marvellous evening, and what made it even
better was that it was totally unplanned.
He also sensed that Allan was glad of the company as
well; after all having the sort of job he did,
for nine months of the year the only people he saw
were comparative strangers and the
opportunity of getting together with his friends were
few and far between. Mostly they talked
about 'the old days', with fond memories of a slightly
mis-spent youth. Tom was glad Billy wasn't
there as they laughed about some of the more lively
scrapes they got into in after having had a few
drinks in the university bar. On a more serious note,
they also spoke about Billy. Allan was
amazed that he'd taken a young boy in hand, not least
because of his orientation. He was also a bit
of a loner, just like himself and far preferred his
own company to that of most people. Tom kept
him promise about not telling Allan anything at all
about his background other than to say he was
a boy he'd come across at school through his job and
they sort of 'clicked' together.
"You always were a soft touch!" Allan grinned.
"Seriously, though. Everything alright, having a
kid around?"

"Never better, and he's not a kid." Tom replied. "I've
never been so happy. He's good fun to be
with and isn't any problem. He's OK. And you're right,
even a year ago I wouldn't ever have
dreamed I would end up being a family man!"

"Well done! I'm pleased for you." Allan replied, and
that was the end of the conversation about
Billy. "So, no more drunken all-night parties then?"

"I'm getting a bit old for those," Tom laughed, "Older
and wiser. I can't take hangovers any more!
It's OK for you up here, with all these keep-fit
fanatics for company. And the sheep," he added
jokingly.

"Bollocks!" Allan laughed, "I'm OK. I like the job,
and I've got a good friend of mine who shares
my house with me and comes up here once or twice a
week."

"Male or female?" Tom asked.

"Male, Derrick. He's about forty, and a solicitor."

"Good, I'm pleased."

The rest of the evening was spent in a similar vein,
eventually drawing to a close when Tom
realised the time and he had to walk all the way back
yet.
"Don't worry, I'll take you back on the quad-bike,
it'll be quicker."
Some twenty minutes later, Billy heard the noise of
the bike climbing the hill, and not knowing
who or what it was, started to panic. He was a bit
scared of being alone out here anyway, and the
unexpected visitors at this time of night frightened
him. He turned all the lights and tv off, and
locked the door. Carefully peering out of the window,
he was immensely relieved when he saw
Allan and Tom pull up outside. Opening the door, he
ran out of the camper and put his arms
round Tom, not giving a damn what Allan thought.

"Sorry," he said after he'd calmed down, "Didn't know
who it was!"
"That's OK, we're back now. Everything else OK?"

"Yeah. No probs.," he grinned, glad to see Tom back
and looking at them both.
Allan grinned back, seeing exactly what Tom had meant
when he said they got on well together.
He was even envious of them slightly as he headed back
to the site a few minutes later, dispelling
the thought he had about Billy and Tom back in the
camper.
"Had a good night?" Billy asked.

"Yeah, it was good. Spent most of the night talking
about the old days," Tom said.
"And drinking," Billy giggled. "I can smell it."

"Only a beer or two," Tom conceded.

"Don't suppose you brought me one?" Billy smiled.

"Present from Allan," Tom grinned as he threw him a
bottle. His boy was growing up fast, Tom
reflected as he watched him open the bottle. "Want a
sandwich?"
"Mmmmm, please," Billy said as he took a drink from
the bottle.
The two settled down on the small bench seat and had
their supper, as happy as they had ever
been.

"Glad we came. I like this," Billy said between
mouthfuls. "It's brilliant."
"Yeah, it's been good." Tom agreed."And there's still
tomorrow yet!"
Getting the bed fixed up, then undressing, in the
confines of the camper was hilarious.  They'd
practiced at home a few times, but it was never like
this - it was harder at night in the semi-
darkness, not helped by their constant giggles.  When
they finally got into bed, they lay back
exhausted.

"Curtains!" Billy said.  "We forgot to close them."

"Oh, leave 'em," said Tom.

Billy glared at Tom and dug him in the ribs.

Getting the message, Tom got out of bed, drew all the
curtains and returned to Billy.
"That's better," Billy said as he wrapped his arms
round him.
"This bed's all right, isn't it?" Billy said after a
while. "Look, you can reach the cooker without
getting out of bed.  Make tea in the morning without
moving!"
"Yes, it's OK. I like it.  Glad we bought it, then?"

"Oh, yeah. Heaps. It's gonna be good."

They cuddled up closer and kissed, holding on to each
other tightly.
As they caressed and cuddled, they grinned at each
other like naughty children, the experience of
the first night in their mobile home lending an oddly
exciting atmosphere. Slowly the kissed again,
this time tenderly and lovingly.

"It's nice being so far away from people, all by
ourselves." Tom said as he felt for Billy's cock.
"Yeah. I've never been anywhere like this; do you
know, there wasn't a sound anywhere while you
were out.  I went and sat on the grass.  I couldn't
see a light or hear a thing anywhere."
"Perfect spot for a murder then," Tom laughed as he
tickled Billy in his groin.
"Not if I get to you first," Billy giggled back and
squeezed the dick he held in his hand.
"Ouch!" Tom grinned and gave Billy's leaking cock a
tug.

"We forgot to pack the cream," Tom sighed. "Damn!"

"No we didn't!" came the reply as Billy fished under
the bed and produced a bottle of baby oil.
"In any case I don't think we'll need it. If you
remember, we haven't bothered with it the past few
times."

He was right.  Tom had forgotten, but now he'd been
reminded, it was true.
"So?" Tom said, giving Billy a smile. "Want to?"

"You kidding? 'Course I do. I've been waiting for
hours for you." The oil was dropped on the
floor as Billy raised Tom's legs and searched for the
spot. Looking at Tom and smiling slightly he
eased his aching cock into his man, sliding down as
far as he could before sighing "That's nice!"

Tom clenched his cheeks together, listening as Billy
moaned, eyes closed and a truly contended
grin on his face.

"Keep doing that," Billy whispered as he started to
move back and forth, "It feels fantastic."
Tom did as he was asked, taking Billy's hands one by
one and kissing the back of them before
resting them on his chest.

"Wonderful!" he whispered as Billy, lost in a world of
his own, started to build up to his climax.
After a few minutes, Tom was surprised to hear Billy
say, "Wanna change over? I don't want to
come just yet."

Tom nodded and within half a minute he was buried to
the hilt in his young lover, Billy thrashing
about on the bed as he felt the whole of Tom's eight
inches writhing about inside him. "Keep
going, keep going," he moaned. "Don't stop!"

Tom had no intention of doing so.  Whether it was the
air, the surroundings, or whatever, he
knew both himself and Billy were as excited and
aroused as much as they had ever been.  They
only thing on his mind was to make Billy as happy as
he could and in the meantime take as much
pleasure as he could.  Rhythmically he pumped himself
in and out, slow enough to delay the
inevitable for as long as he could, but quick enough
to keep Billy squirming about on the bed.
"Cumming!" he gasped out at last, "Cumming!"  With a
final desperate drive he forced his cock as
far as it would go before jetting out masses of
white-hot cum, accompanied by loud grunts and a
collapse alongside his boy.

Before he could do or say anything, Billy was back on
top of him and had thrust his slickened
cock back into Tom and was humping as if his life
depended on it.  It took just four thrusts before
Billy almost screamed out with the pain of his massive
orgasm, shooting ropes of his cum from a
throbbing cock, draining him of the last of his
energy.

The two perspiring bodies wrapped themselves round
each other and kissed lightly.
"Love you," Billy whispered as he nibbled Tom's ear.

"Love you too," Tom replied as he rested his hand over
Billy's butt.
They dozed for a few minutes, but neither of them was
really tired.  "Does the video thing work?"
Billy asked idly.

There was a miniature tv set built into the wall and a
video unit just below it.  The tv worked, they
knew but no one had yet tried the video.

"Don't know. Why?"

"Got a video I've borrowed. Want to see it?"

Tom wasn't bothered either way, but gave in and asked
what it was.
"'Death in Venice' with Humphrey Bogarde."

Something stirred at the back of Tom's mind, he wasn't
sure what but there was definitely
something.

"Must be an old one, what's it about?"

Billy snuggled up to Tom and whispered, "It's about an
old man who gets the hots for a boy."
Tom remembered: he'd seen the film years ago and as
far as he could remember was quite a good
one.  He watched as Billy slid the cassette into the
slot.
"Where'd you get it from?" Tom asked as he slid an arm
round his shoulders.
"Chris told be about it and I borrowed it from the
video shop."
They watched it film in silence, giving each other
knowing glances as various scenes struck them
as familiar.  Despite its age, they agreed after it'd
finished, it was a good film.
"Bit sad though," Billy said. "He didn't get any did
he?"

"No," Tom grinned, "But then did the boy have anything
to give?"
"Oh, yeah!" Billy laughed. "I bet he did. He was
definitely available.  Which one did you fancy
most?"

"Neither," Tom laughed.

"Liar!" Billy giggled, grabbing Tom's still hard dick
and squeezing it.  "You fancied Tadzio, didn't
you?"

Tom admitted he was right, he was certainly good
looking and, as Billy said, was probably
available as well.

"And you fancied Dirk Bogarde," Tom laughed, hugging
him.

"Bollocks!" he replied, "One old man's enough for me.
And you're better looking anyway."
By now it was well after two in the morning, and they
drifted off to sleep, dreaming of each other.
Naturally they slept in late the following day, and
slowly awoke to the noon-day sun warming up
their little nest. Billy stirred, stretched out and
yawned. He looked over at the man still sleeping
beside him and kissed him softly on the cheek before
laying back, waiting for him to wake up.
Giving up after 10 minutes, Billy slipped out of bed
and made them a cup of tea, waking Tom up
with a nudge.  Gratefully, Tom took it and sat back,
watching Billy as he tidied the van up, still
naked.  "Get some clothes on," he grinned at him.

Billy faced him, grasped his genitals and waved them
at him, knowing he didn't really mean it.
"Please?" Tom said, "You'll give me a heart attack if
you don't!"
Billy did as he was asked this time, but Tom, seeing
the effect they had, decided he was in greater
danger of having a heart attack now than he was
before. The way the pants accentuated his
package made him sweat.  Sadly, Tom got out of bed and
searched for his clean clothes.
After a long walk through the woods, and another quick
visit with Allan, they took a long,
picturesque road home, arriving back in the early
evening, tired, but cheerful.  It'd been a good
week-end.


Chapter Ten.

It was one Saturday in early March, Tom and Billy had
been out shopping all morning and had
just got indoors when Tom picked up an envelope from
the doormat.  It was a small white,
grubby one addressed to Billy: obviously delivered by
hand as it was unstamped and showed the
marks of having spent sometime in someone's pocket for
quite some time.
Tom handed it to Billy with a questioning look. "For
you," he said, "Look's like its from one of
your friends."

Billy, equally curious, tore it open and pulled out am
equally grubby scrap of paper.  Billy read it,
turned white and stared at Tom, mouth agape.

Tom read the note.  It was from Billy's father and
quite simply said that his mother had died in
January.  There was no date and no address on the
note, just one line giving a clue as to who'd
sent it, "Your father."

Billy and Tom sat on the sofa and stared at the note,
speechless.  Tom watched Billy carefully to
see how he reacted; there was no love lost between
Billy and his mother, or his father for that
matter, but for him to be told like this was horrific
to say the least.  Billy stared at Tom, too
shocked to speak, his eyes wide open and his face
white.

"I'm sorry," Tom said, feeling completely helpless and
desperately sorry for him. He put an arm
round Billy's shoulders and hugged him.

Billy showed no emotion at all, just blankness and a
pleading 'help me' look.
"Christ!" Tom commiserated, "I'm sorry Billy."  Tom
turned the note over and over trying to find
inspiration, or even a clue as to where it'd come
from.

They were still sat in silence when the phone rang,
startling them both.  Tom reached over and
answered it.  After a brief conversation, the receiver
was replaced and Tom turned to Billy saying,
"That was Andrew Jackson from school asking if you got
the note.  He was stopped outside the
school on Friday and he said that an old man was
looking for you.  He wanted to know where you
lived, but he wouldn't tell him but promised to give
you the letter."
Billy nodded, not really listening.

"Where does your father live?" Tom asked quietly.

Billy shrugged his shoulders, "Dunno. I haven't seen
him in months and I didn't know where he
lived even then."

Tom didn't have a clue where to go from here, but he
was determined to find his father and try to
find out what'd happened, but in the meantime he had
Billy to worry about.  He picked Billy up
and sat him on his knee, holding him tightly.

"It'll be alright, son. It'll be OK." he whispered
over and over again as he stroked his hair.
"Promise."  He felt Billy's body shake as he started
to cry. "Go on, let it out. Cry as much as you
want."

Half an hour later, Billy had cried himself out and
was sleeping fitfully.  Gently Tom lay him out
on the sofa and covered him with a blanket, letting
sleep do its work.  Tom crept out of the room,
closed the door and went to the kitchen, feeling
wretched and helpless.
Tom feeling the need to do something physical emptied
all the cupboards out and stared to clean
them inside.  A pointless task, but at least it gave
him something to do whilst he thought.  He was
halfway through when he felt Billy's arms round his
waist.
"I'm alright now," he whispered. "It was a bit of a
shock, that's all.  I loved her, you know."
"Yes, I know," Tom replied, "She did her best for you,
you know."
"Yeah." Billy whispered. "But she's gone now, hasn't
she?"
Tom didn't reply, he just gave him a comforting hug.

Returning to the sofa, Tom asked quietly, "Any idea
where we can find your dad?"
After a few minutes, they decided that the best, and
probably only way they could find him was by
touring the local pubs, starting with the one where he
used to meet Billy.
"OK," Tom said.  "Feel like going to find him now, or
do you want to leave it till tomorrow?"
Billy felt the need to get out, and anything was
better than nothing, so after a wash and brush-up,
they set off.  The first two pubs got them nowhere
except the names of several other places to try.
It was the third place they entered that they made
progress.  The barman said that he always came
there in the evenings, and was due in about half an
hour if he was on time.
Billy and Tom got themselves a drink and sat in the
corner waiting;  Billy was feeling a bit better
now, and was more nervous about meeting his father
than anything else.  He left his drink almost
untouched on the table in front of him, wondering what
his father would have to say.
They watched the door open and close several times
before Billy stiffened, held Tom's hand under
the table and nodded at the man who'd just walked in.

"That's him," he whispered.

Tom waited until he'd got his pint of beer and walked
over to him, asking if he'd join him for a
few minutes at their table.  The man stared at Tom,
confused, but nevertheless followed as Tom
rejoined Billy.  The two stared at each other for a
second, the man obviously not recognising his
son.

"This's Billy," Tom said awkwardly. "Your son."

It took a few seconds for this to sink in. "Hello,"
his father said. "Wondered where you'd been.
You OK?"  He took a drink and stared at him.

"Sorry about your mother," he eventually said, finding
the protracted silence embarrassing.
"Thanks." Billy said, staring at the table.

Another strained silence followed before Tom turned to
Billy, gave him the keys and suggested
that he could go and wait in the car if he wanted.  He
did, and left the pub without once looking
back.

Billy waited half an hour for Tom to come back, and
watched with relief as his familiar form left
the pub and walked over to the car.

"OK?" Tom asked as he slid into the driver's seat.

"Yeah, thanks. Just glad that's over.  He didn't even
know me, did he?"
"It's been a long time, and you've grown a lot since
then," Tom answered, trying to mollify the
situation.

"Yeah, I suppose," Billy said quietly.

There were other things which he'd learned in the
course of the conversation in the pub, most of
which he wanted to think about before he told Billy,
if he told him at all. He patted his jacket
pocket to make sure the Death Certificate was still
there, and the bill for the cremation.
Tom took a deep breath, and started to tell Billy as
much as he knew about his mother's death.
Apparently the first his father had heard about it was
when he got a visit from the Police saying
that she'd been found dead in a flat in Blackpool, and
that the only address they'd found was his
fathers.  He had to be taken to Blackpool to identify
the body and arrange for the cremation and
so on.  For reasons Tom didn't want to go in to just
yet, his father never mentioned Billy, then or
later. He prayed Billy wouldn't ask either.  `

"Heart attack," Tom said. "It must've been sudden and
painless for her."  He didn't mention she
was alone, drunk and penniless, her boyfriend nowhere
in sight.
"Going to bed," Billy said as they walked through the
front door.
Tom nodded at him, have him a hug and kissed him on
the cheek.  "Go on then, I'll be up later,"
he said quietly.

He knew Billy wanted time alone and gave him an hour
before he sighed deeply and made his way
upstairs, not looking forward to the conversation they
were bound to have, but wanting
desperately to be there with him and provide what
little solace he could.
"Do you want to go to Blackpool?" Tom asked after a
while.
"No. There's no point really, is there?"

Tom agreed with him, he just thought it might help in
a way,  but was pleased that Billy was
already thinking of the future.

"What'll happen to me?" Billy said, turning to Tom,
his eyes red-rimmed.
"Nothing," Tom replied, "You'll stay here of course.
Where else could you go?"
Tom hoped what he said was right, things were far more
complicated than Billy realised and he
hoped, desperately hoped, that nothing would happen to
change things.
"I'm like an orphan now, aren't I?" Billy whispered.
"My mother is dead and my father doesn't
even recognise me anymore. He doesn't want to know me
anyway.  The only person I've got in
the world is you.  You won't let them take me away,
will you?"
"Of course not. Remember your mother signed that paper
saying it was OK for you to live here,
and even though she isn't around anymore, it still
counts.  Nobody can change that.  You're safe
here, no one can take you away.  I won't let them
anyway."
Tom felt Billy relax a little and cuddle up to him.

"They weren't ever married were they?"  Billy said.

This was one bit of information that Tom had hoped to
keep away from Billy until a better time,
and was taken aback when Billy brought it up.

"What makes you say that?" Tom asked.

"Different names for one thing, and I never saw a
marriage certificate or anything in the house and
I'd been through mum's papers often enough to know if
she had one.  His name's not even on my
birth certificate, is it?  There's no proof that he's
even my father really."
He's right, of course, Tom thought to himself.  He
must've known the situation for years, but
never said anything until now .........

They slept fitfully, neither really sleeping that
much, and it was a bleary eyed pair that stumbled
down to breakfast the following morning.  Tom,
however, had had an idea. Nebulous and
probably unworkable, but he had to try it for both
their sakes.
"We're gonna take a few days off school," he said as
they drank their tea. "Going to see Allan.
I've got an idea"

Billy looked at Tom, confused, but grateful he was at
least trying to do something.
"Allan's got a friend, a solicitor, and he is the best
person to talk to. If he can't help, then no one
can."

Tom made two long telephone calls, out of Billy's
hearing.  One to the school headmaster telling
him the situation in outline and saying he was taking
a few days off.  The second was to Allan,
repeating the conversation and asking if he could make
an appointment to see his partner. It took
a bit of explaining to Allan that the story he'd been
told about his adopting Billy wasn't quite true,
but once he knew the full story, was happy to be of
what help he could.
Within an hour it was arranged, and they packed a
couple of suitcases for themselves; they had to
be in the office later that afternoon.

The meeting was more positive than either of them had
dared hope and the solicitor gave them
some good news.  Firstly, the letter his mother had
signed was still valid and covered Billy still
living with Tom. Secondly, as in legal terms Billy had
no identifiable father, there would be no
problems in that area unless the man claiming to be
his father made a fuss, which under the
circumstances appeared unlikely.  Lastly, and most
importantly, the solicitor explained that in
view of Billy's peculiar situation, adoption was
possible, but very complicated and would take
months, if not years to sort out. It would also mean
involving Social Services and the authorities
and they would almost certainly take Billy into care
until things were cleared up legally. He let this
sink in before going on to add, "But there is a
solution, but I'll need a bit of time to work out the
details."

They were back in his office first thing in the
morning to hear what the solution was.  To cut a
long story short, the solicitor told them that if they
pulled all the paperwork together, including
the Death Certificate, original letter from his
mother, Billy's Birth Certificate and one or two other
pieces of information, they could swear out what was
called an 'Affidavit'.  This would state that
Billy and Tom wanted their situation to stay as it
was, that Billy was willing to let Tom become
his legal guardian until he was eighteen years old,
that Tom was willing to do this, and most
importantly, that Billy didn't have definite proof who
his father was or where he lived.
They agreed to all this and the solicitor promised to
draw up the document as soon as he could.
Once that was signed, everything would be in order, he
added, all legal and above board.
Billy asked one or two questions to get things clear
in his head, then surprised them both by
saying, "Can I change my name on this affidavit
thing?"

The solicitor grinned.  "You can call yourself what
you like, whenever you like, there's no law
against that, oddly enough. But you might need some
sort of proof that you used to be called by
your old name when you want driving licences and
passports and so on. That will need another,
separate, affidavit.  I'll do that at the same time if
you like."
It was two much happier people who drove home that
afternoon, Tom amazed at how simple the
process had been, and Billy ecstatic now he had a
proper dad for the first time in his life, and one
he knew loved him deeply, much more than his mother or
father had.  He would miss his mother
of course, but was also happy for her in a strange
way; all her suffering was now over.  His father,
if he was his father, would forget he ever existed
within a month, which suited them both.