Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 10:19:35 +0000 (GMT)
From: roy p...... <sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: And he scores 2

More of a coming of age story which shares a boy's learning
of same sex relationships with a man's understanding of
letting the past go. I hope you enjoy it, if you do and want
more, please let me know. Roy. sunbeamtb@yahoo.co.uk


                       And he Scores 2


A few days later Bryan went next door to see Fred again. It
was late afternoon and Bryan had been home from school long
enough to change from his school clothes into jeans and a t-
shirt, and read the note on the kitchen table. 'Gone to
Gran's. Billy [Bryan's younger brother] is with us. Get
yourself some tea from the fish shop. Back about 10. Love
Mum' it said, and a 5 note was with it.
Bryan had been thinking a lot
about Fred, and what had happened
on Saturday. He knew he liked it,
and wanted to do it again, as
Fred had done all those years
ago. He envied Fred having his
Jimmy Carson, even though he had
left Fred eventually. The times
they must have had together would
have been fun, exciting,
satisfying.
The more he thought about Fred,
the sorrier Bryan felt. He had
known love, and lost it. Perhaps
they could give each other what
was missing from their lives.
"Oh, hello, Bryan!" Fred said as
he opened his front door.
"Football in my garden again,
eh?"
"No Mr. Hopkins - er - Fred. I
just - er came to see you. Is
that OK?" Bryan smiled. "Of
course Bryan. Come in!" Fred
said, standing back to let Bryan
in.
"I thought that - if it's alright
- you could show me the album
again." Bryan suddenly felt as if
he were intruding, he remembered
Fred's unhappiness at being
reminded about Jimmy on Saturday.
"Yes, of course I can. Come on
through!" Fred led him into the
living room and they sat on the
settee. Bryan was a little
surprised that the album was
still out, sitting on the coffee
table in the middle of the room.
"I was looking through it again."
Fred said, handing the album to
Bryan. "Remembering the good old
days, I suppose!"
Bryan turned to the page he was
last on, the holiday pictures.
There were several photos of the
boys playing on the beach, in the
sea, and climbing on rocks. Fred
told Bryan what was happening in
each photograph, what game they
were playing or where they were
trying to climb to. There was a
picture of them both standing by
a small tent in a field.
"That's where we slept." Fred
said. Bryan fleetingly tried to
guess what else they did in
there.
The last photograph of the
holiday pictures was of the two
boys, taken from behind. They
were standing on the beach, in
shorts and tshirts, staring out
to sea at a beautiful red
sunset on the horizon. Their arms
were on each other's shoulders.
"I didn't know Mum had taken
that." Fred said. "I found it
years afterwards, when I was
clearing out her things after
she'd when she'd gone."
"It's a lovely photograph." Bryan
said, "It's very romantic." He
looked at Fred's face, hoping he
hadn't upset him.
"I'd just told Jimmy I loved him,
and I wanted to be with him
always." Fred said. "He said he
loved me too, but -"
"He probably did at the time,"
Bryan said, thinking quickly.
"Yes." said Fred.
As Bryan turned the album's
pages, Fred described the
pictures that appeared. A trip to
the zoo, a carnival procession in
the town centre, playing football
in the garden or the street.
Finally there were three pictures
of the boys opening Christmas
presents in a living room
somewhere.
"That was at his house." Fred
explained. "He asked me to come
round with some of my presents
and open them there, with his
family. We has a wonderful day,
and I stayed the night with him
as well."
Bryan looked at Fred, wanting a
fuller description but aware that
it had been a private, intimate
time.
"Yes Bryan, I slept in his room
with him, in his bed. We gave
ourselves to each other that
night. We took each other's love
as far as we could." Fred shared
the secret that had remained
untold till then.
"What-" Bryan started to ask.
Fred closed the album and took it
from him.
"What was it like?" he stood,
placed the album on the table and
turned to Bryan.
"I'll tell you what it was like.
It was incredible. Fantastic. The
best thing we'd ever done. Just
Imagine, Bryan, we were 14, and
horny as hell. We got each other
off every way we could. We
thought we loved each other, but
of course it was just teenage
lust, I can see now. I've held on
to that 'love' thing for too many
years, Bryan, we were just two
kids using each other to get our
rocks off. We fucked each other
twice that night, and once again
in the morning. Our dicks were
red raw, and we walked like bow-
legged cowboys all the next day.
But you wouldn't have got the
smiles off our faces with even a
scrubbing brush."
"Don't hate him Fred." Bryan
said, astonished at the outburst.
Fred sat down again. "No, I
don't." he said. "I hate myself,
for not moving on."
This wasn't going the way Bryan
expected at all, in fact he
thought it might be better if he
were to go.
"I'd better go." He said. Fred
realised his outburst had upset
his neighbour boy.
"Oh I'm sorry, Bryan!" Fred said,
"I didn't mean to fire off at
you. Please don't think you have
to go, not because of that." He
paused for a moment, hoping he
hadn't scared the boy off. "Would
you like a cold lemonade?" he
asked.
"Yes, please." Bryan answered,
uneasily.

He'd go. It had gone wrong. He'd
hoped he could replace Fred's
Jimmy, but he had misunderstood
the signs. He'd overstepped the
mark and lit a fire of anger
instead of rekindling one of
love. A love that wasn't his to
share. Yes, he'd better go.

"I'd better go, after all." Fred
handed him the glass of drink.
"You don't have to." Fred said.
"You didn't come round just to
see some old photographs, did
you?"
Bryan, his nose buried in the
glass, shook his head. Fred took
the half-finished drink, set it
down on the table and offered his
hand to Bryan. Bryan took it, and
the next thing he knew Fred was
carrying him, one arm under his
back and the other under his
legs, up the stairs. Once in the
bedroom, Fred sat on the bed and
stood the boy in front of him.
Bryan lifted his arms as Fred
raised his t-shirt from his
waist, over his head and off. He
kicked off his trainers as Fred
unbuttoned and unzipped his
jeans, and pushed them down. He
stepped out of them, and kicked
his socks off too. Fred led him
by the hand to sit by his side.
"Are you sure?" Fred asked. Bryan
nodded his head.
"Absolutely certain?" Bryan
smiled weakly and nodded again.
Fred stood, swung the boy's legs
round up onto the bed, and looked
down at him. Silently, and
watching Bryan as he did it, Fred
stripped down to his boxers.
Bryan felt the hardness of
anticipation grow, lifting a
pointed hump in his white cotton
underpants. Fred knelt over Bryan
and lowered his face to the boy's
neck, nuzzling the curve to his
shoulder and lightly kissing the
top of his chest. Slowly, inching
down, Fred's lips and
nose slid over the smooth skin,
the lips peck-kissing every
quarter inch, until they reached
his nipple. The back of Bryan's
neck tingled as the man's tongue
flicked the little bud, and the
boy's back arched to lift him
closer to the sensation.
After a few seconds' teasing, and
a final kiss to the hardened
teat, Fred's lips slid across to
the other nipple and gave that
similar attention. Bryan's chest
tingled with sensory desire as
his body succumbed to the warm
caresses. Again Fred's lips
moved, back across to the middle
of the young trembling chest,
then down, tracing its
breastbone, his tongue
momentarily tickling the dimple
where the ribcage ended, feeling
a quivering diaphragm fuelled by
tiny sensory jolts making Bryan's
breathing jerky and shallow, then
over his tense stomach to the
navel. Fred's tongue circled the
point where life and nurture had
entered the boy's body before his
birth, round and round, three,
four, five, six times then in,
the tip seeming to contract as
small as a cotton bud, searching
out the sealing point of the
little tunnel. Bryan felt Fred's
fingers pulling the leg hem of
his pants, and lifted his bottom
to allow them to slip down to his
knees. With three shuffles of his
legs and a final kick, he sent
them somewhere on the bedroom
floor. Fred's tongue gave a last
circle to Bryan's navel, then
trailed further down. Down to the
base of where all Bryan's new
sensations were aiming, the
little nail as hard and fragile
as a wineglass stem, and circled
tantalisingly round it. Fred had
moved down, and lifted the boy's
ankles along the bedsheet,
bending his legs at the knee and
the hip, exposing totally areas
that Bryan was about to learn
could generate the strongest
sensual feelings when stimulated
correctly.
Fred circled twice the point
where Bryan's genitals joined his
body lightly with his tongue,
then tickled the skin beneath his
scrotum, flicking his tongue
quickly up and down. Bryan tried
to close his legs against it, but
Fred's hands held his ankles
tight. Fred licked up, in one
slow continuous movement, from
the very edge of the boy's
puckered rosebud, over the skin,
the tight scrotum, teasing apart
the two little nuts inside, and
up the tube under his hard little
penis. Fred paused for three or
four seconds, feeling the
twitching of the organ with every
beat of Bryan's heart, then
lifted his tongue to where
Bryan's foreskin had rolled down
off his cockhead, and up, through
the cleft under the boy's most
sensitive area, and swirled round
and round the head over and over
again. Bryan's eyes rolled back
under his closed eyelids, his
whole body tensed rigidly hard
and he bit painfully into his
bottom lip. There was no way he
could stop what was coming, even
if he wanted to: it was more
powerful than any force he'd ever
encountered before. He felt
Fred's lips sucking him in,
swallowing his whole cock to the
hilt as he exploded inside, his
whole being racing down that
hard, tender finger in the man's
mouth, out and away. Fred's tight
lips raised up his cock, slid
down loosely and raised again,
again and again, milking every
last drop from him.

Fred knelt up and looked down at
the boy, pouring with sweat and
trembling hard. His eyelids
flickered, but for the instant
they opened the eyes behind them
were still rolled back into the
boy's head. He lay beside Bryan,
held him tightly in his arms,
felt the boy wrap his arms and
legs round him as if his very
life depended on it, and watched
his face as the climax gently
slipped from it and he fell
asleep.