Date: Wed, 09 Jul 2008 20:27:20 +0100
From: jerryfell@hushmail.com
Subject: Boy at the wedding part 7 (?)

As Alexander settled the bill he wondered if he should buy the
hotel.  It would need minimal changes, but could benefit from a
serious marketing campaign to a niche A's rather than B's or C1's.

"Thank you so much.  I thoroughly enjoyed my stay.  I thought the
food in particular was remarkable."

"That's kind of you to say so sir.  I hope your son enjoyed his
stay too."

"Oh yes.  Mad keen on the croquet and the tennis.  Perfect for him.
 Goodbye."

Outside Sebastian said: "Your SON?"

"Hey.  You should feel honoured.  Top up or down?"

"Down.  Doh!  What's the point in having a convertible if you keep
the top up all the time?"

The boy's school trunk squeezed into the boot with millimeters to
spare.  His overnight case and Alexander's luggage had to go on the
back seat.

"I don't really like having it on the back seat with the top
down..."

"Relax!  Who is gonna nick it out here?" said Sebastian.  "Can I
jump in?"

"Go ahead."

Sebastian didn't bother with the door, leaping into the passenger
seat.  "Can I take my shoes off?"

"What is it with you and bare feet?  Go ahead."

Alexander stopped beside the car and took in the hotel for the last
time.  He noticed under the eaves some cheeky Gargoyles he hadn't
noticed before, their mouths water spouts from the guttering.  He
would have liked to have seen them during the thunder storm.  He
pointed them out to Sebastian.  "Hey, someone carved a picture of
you up there."

"My sister more like."

The warm stone of the house.  The immaculate gardens.  The events
of the weekend.  He spent a moment to appreciate it then got into
the car.

"Can I do the GPS?"

"Sure.  Give it a moment to boot.... Okay, now go ahead.  That's
it.  Do you know the post-code?  Okay.  Okay.  Done."

`After 100 yards, turn left.'

He eased the car out of the drive, past the lake, up the hill in
the shade of the poplars.

"What time do you have to be there?"

"Before six."

"Plenty of time.  You could be very early.  Do you mind being
early?  We could always stop off at a castle or something.  Grab a
cream tea."

"I don't mind.  Up to you."

"Okay.  Well let's head towards Tonbridge and then go off track for
a bit.  When I was your age I used to hate going back to school a
minute before I had to."

"Did you go to boarding school?"

"I sure did.  Probably hated it more than you do."

"I doubt it."

He eased the Audi through the ancient Lions guarding the gate.
Turned left and picked up speed.  He noticed the boy had removed
shoes and socks that were in a jumble around his feet.  "Sling
those in the back if you want.  Give yourself more room."

The boy leaned into the passenger well to grab them and posted them
through the seats into the back.  The socks followed.  His feet
went up onto the dashboard.

"You have very beautiful feet."

"Al-Ex-And-Er!"  Said the boy, tutting.  "You've got a one track
mind."

"No, you are just a very beautiful boy."

"Perve."

`Christ!' he thought.  `I do sound like the worst sort of pervert.
If I keep this up, I'll scare the lad to death.'

The car powered down the hedge-lined roads.  Alexander was
conscious of carrying a precious cargo.  He eased off the throttle
a little.  Sebastian had his arm out to the side of the car,
feeling the wind through his fingers.  He resisted the urge to tell
him to bring his arm back in.

Sebastian broke the silence.  "You know my mum said you were going
to take me out for a weekend...."

"Yup."

"Will you be perving on me the whole time?"

"I'll try not to."

"Good because I am only 13."

"I know you are."

"Why don't you have a girlfriend or something?"

"Well I don't know.  I was married you know."

"Didn't you like her?"

"It just didn't work out."

"My dad says when mum gets old he is going to trade her in for a
new model.  Like a car."

"That's Henry for you.  He is only joking."

"Oh I don't think so."

There was a long silence as the miles clicked past.

"Do you wank other boys?"

"No.  Not at all.  Look..."  He was struggling.  "What I did was
wrong.  Even kissing you was wrong.  And it is quite normal for a
boy your age to get an erection.  It doesn't mean anything."

"An Eee-rect-shun!   You crack me up."

"What do you call them then?"

"Stiffie.  Wood.  Boner. But we don's say Eeeee-rect-shun."  The
boy had a grin from ear to ear.

"Okay, sorry Mr. Dictionary.  Well, all I will say is that I will
not try anything on with you again, unless you ask me to."

"I swear you crack me up...." said Sebastian flicking his fingers.

He thought about bringing up the incident Henry had told him about
but thought better of it.  He needed simply to STOP talking about
sex.  The boy was in the earliest stages of puberty. He was in his
care, in his trust.  He loved the boy.  He had to stop acting like
a predator.

He would change the subject.

"What music do you listen to?"

"Hey!  Do you have a port for an iPod?"

"I don't know."

The lad was searching around.  He opened up the arm-rest.

"Hey, careful!"

"It's in here.  Slammin."

"Slammin?"

The baggy jeans gave up their iPod and the boy slotted it into the
cradle.

All conversation stopped.

The car pulsed to the spooling electronic vibes of Linkin Park.

"Licking Park?"

"Linkin."

The miles slipped past in an electronic haze.  Alexander's only
treat was the boy's toes on his dashboard, wriggling around to the
beat.

They were getting close to Tonbridge and it was still very early.
He pulled the car onto some minor roads and noticed a sign that
offered pick your own strawberries and cream teas.  The car gripped
the gravel of the farm track as they bounced their way into a farm
yard.  As he turned off the ignition, the music, mercifully, fell
silent.

Sebastian was smiling.

"You may need your shoes.  Mucky farm-yard."

"I don't mind."

"Well I do."

"Oooh Kay then..."

He fished around for his trainers.  He didn't bother with the
socks, or with tying the laces.

There were a few other cars and vans in the yard.  A little girl
was sitting in a makeshift wooden booth with plastic buckets.

"Do you just want the cream tea, or do you want to pick some
strawberries too?"  Alexander asked.

"Don't mind."

"We have fishing."  Pipped up the girl.

Sebastian's face lit up.

"We don't have fishing gear."

"We rent it.  Float fishing only."

Before long they were beside a shady pool not far from a little
river that meandered along one side of the farm.

"Crappy rods."

"They'll do."  The rods came set up.  Hook.  Line.  Weights.

Alexander spent weeks every year in the USA.  The irony was not
missed.

They had purchased half a pint of maggots.  Sebastian rushed over.
"Yuck.  I can't do this.  Can you put one on the hook for me?"

Alexander loved the ernest expression on Sebastian's face as he
looked down at him working the hook through the flat end of the
maggot.  "See.  That's all you have to do.  You can do it next
time."

And so they sat a few yards apart in the shade.  Their bright
floats bobbing on the green water.  Sebastian pulled off his black
t-shirt and hung it out of harms way on a bush.  Alexander let his
eyes rest quietly on the smooth skin and arched back.  The thin
arms.  The golden hair in the dappled light.

"If you are hot in those jeans... take them off.  There's no one
around."

Sebastian rolled his eyes and kept them on.

High above streaks of white cloud drifted past in slow motion.

"There's nothing in here."

"Just be patient.  I had a bite just then."

"Did you really?"

"Yes, really."

Sebastian started to concentrate again.

"OOOh!"  He squealed.

"Don't strike too soon."

Both of them concentrated on the boy's reedy float.  It dipped then
bobbed back up.

"It's nibbling at it."

It bobbed again.  Then sunk under the water.

"Strike!"

"I'm in!"

Out in the pond, a fish-tail thrashed and sent out concentric
circles of panic.

"It's a big one.  Don't be too quick with it.  Take your time."  It
was years since Alexander had been fishing.  He was enjoying it.

Sebastian looked at him pleading.  "We need a net."

"No we don't it's not that big."

"You wanna bet!"

It took a good few minutes to get the fish near the bank.  As it
got closer they could both see it was a good size.

"You hold the rod.  I'll get in and get it!"

"Okay, but careful."

Sebastian kicked off his trainers and slipped out of his jeans that
joined his t-shirt strewn on the bush.  He slipped down the bank
and stepped gingerly into the water in just his boxer shorts.

"It's fricking FREEZING!"

"It may be deep.  Be careful."  That would be all he needed.  To
drown Mary's son even before dropping him off at school.

Sebastian eased himself into the water.  Up to his knees.  His
thighs.

"I hope you can swim."

"Don't be silly.  Of course I can.  But I ain't swimming in this
shit.  Oooooh!"

He slid in, the water up to his waist now.  "I can stand up here.
Quick, bring it over."

Alexander walked along the bank to bring pressure on the fish and
guide it towards the boy.

"That's it....  Don't tug it!"

There was mild panic.  Excitement, and at last the boy had his
hands under the fish.

"It's all slimy!  Gross!"

"Bring it to the bank then.  Don't slip."

Alexander rolled his sleeves up then reached down and lifted the
fish from the boy's outstretched, trembling arms.  He placed it on
the bank and covered its eyes to keep it calm.  Sebastian scrambled
out and stood by the fish, dripping.

"How big do you think it is?"

"Hard to say.  Could be 12, maybe 14 pounds."

"I caught it!"

"Yes you did."

"Hang on while I get my phone!"

"Be quick.  We should put it back."

Seb returned having rummaged through the pockets of his jeans on
the bush.  "What type is it."

"Carp."

"Fricking huge.  Bet you never caught a fish that big."

"That's true."

"No one is going to believe this.  Take a picture of me with it.
Here.  You press there.  Wait till I have it properly."

Alexander held the boy's mobile phone and framed boy and fish.
"Smile."  The phone made an artificial camera noise.  "I'll take a
couple more."  Click.  Click.  A nice fish, but an even nicer boy,
dripping water, his boxers clinging to his wet thighs and along the
outline of his limp cock.

"Now, carefully get back in the water again and I will hand you the
fish.  When you put it back in the water you should hold it for a
while to give it time to recover."

He slipped the boy's phone into his pocket then picked up the heavy
fish and carefully handed it down.

He took more pictures of the boy, up to his belly button in the
water.

"It's sooo slimy!"

Sebastian held it for a while close to the tail.  When eventually
he let go, the fish moved slowly away, then, after pausing, shot
off into the deep.  A very happy boy turned and flashed a great
white grin.  Alex offered his hand and pulled the sopping boy back
onto dry land.

"Enjoy that?"

"Fricking A one A.  I am soaked!"

"Well stand in the sun and dry off.  Tell you what.  Why don't I go
and get us our cream teas  and bring them down here so we can get
you dry and eat at the same time."

He was soon back, with a big tray loaded with teapot, cups, scones,
cream and strawberry jam from the farm.  They sat together in the
sunshine of the late afternoon drinking tea.

Sebastian loaded his scone with cream.

"Have you got quite enough there?  Would you like some scone with
your cream?"

Another cheeky grin.  A wide open mouth then stuffed with cream and
jam and crumbles.

"You pig!"

Full and happy, Sebastian lay back in the sun and closed his eyes.
Alexander moved closer and took the boy's feet onto his lap.  "Is
this alright?"  he said as he stroked the boy's feet and ran his
hand along his shin.  He picked a stray reed off the boy's calf
that had dried there.

The boy's legs were warm.  Ultra fine little hairs made them
irresistibly silky to the touch.  His feet were brown and healthy
despite a fair few nicks and cuts.  His toenails were impeccably
cut, probably by his mother.  The boy's heels rested on his
swelling cock.  He moved them to rest on his thigh so the boy
wouldn't feel his arousal.

And with his feet slightly elevated, Alexander had a great view
inside the boy's boxer shorts.  As he caressed and stroked his legs
the wrinkled foreskin twitched.  The head swelled.   The bent limp
penis rolled to one side and stiffened.

He stroked gently along his thighs.

Sebastian was breathing more heavily.  His belly button was rising
and falling.  His cock twitched and the head disappeared up into
the darkness of the boxers.

"Sebastian...." he said gently.

"Uh-huh?"

"Do you want me to?"

Silence hung between them, suspended in air.

"No."

Alexander swallowed hard.  Fought his demons.

"Okay then.  I won't."

Then suddenly the boy lifted his foot and, inadvertently or not,
placed it down firmly over his own gross erection.  The toes
wriggled.  Exploring.  Almost gripping.

"Is that your cock?"

"What do you think it is?"

He left his foot there.  Resting on it.  Alex hardly dared breathe.
 Then the foot was gone as Sebastian sat up.  "What time is it?"

"I've got your phone somewhere.... It's 5 o'clock."

"Shit.  I can't be late."

"It's not far.  Just a few minutes.  Don't panic."

Alex fetched the boy's overnight case from the car.  Beside the
lake he struggled into a white vest and grey shirt.  A yellow and
black striped tie.  Grey shorts.  Grey and yellow long socks that
he immediately pushed down around his ankles, and boring black
shoes that he laced resentfully.

"You look great."

"Fuck off."

"You do."

They made their way back to the car, Sebastian scuffing his shoes
as best he could along the way.

Then they were off, covering the last miles in silence.  Alexander
reached out and took Sebastian's hand and felt a gentle pressure in
return.

As they turned down the drive into the school Sebastian withdrew
his hand and sat upright.  There were other cars unloading boys and
trunks.  Parents looking at watches.  Children greeting each other.

"Here.  You can stop here.  That's Davidson.  He is in my dorm."

The Audi rolled to a stop outside the forbidding gothic wing,
lights blazing from every window.  Sebastian was almost hyper with
excitement.  He jumped out.  Shouting greetings to some distant
boys.

"It's Okay, you don't need to come up with me.  I can get Davidson
to carry my trunk."

"Fine.  Well I guess this is..."

"Davidson!  Yeah alright.  Come help me!"

His eyes were blazing. His face was flushed.  Alexander felt a
surge of profound pity.

"Ok, Seb.  I won't keep you.  Be good young man."

A brief smile then Sebastian was swallowed up in a group of friends
that drifted off towards the buildings.

Alexander turned with a heavy heart and slipped into the Audi once
more.  The engine came to life in a reassuring growl.  He took
great care reversing.  There were excited boys everywhere paying no
attention.  He slipped the car into drive and nudged out, waiting
for an oversized 4x4 to clear a path.

"Alex!  Alex!"

He hit the break.  Sebastian, panting, was alongside the car. He
was waving a sheet of paper.  "Here take this. Bye!"

And he was gone.
The paper was headed notepaper from the hotel.  Written on the
paper was the number of a mobile phone.  And a simple, single,
little `x'.

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