Date: Wed, 30 Apr 2014 16:23:58 +0100
From: grumpygutz1@gmail.com
Subject: Bus Stop Boy, part#7

Chapter Seven
Lorandz, Ben and Adam

It was obvious that Lorandz had not had anybody with whom to share his
inner world for some time, as – once he had begun – he spoke at great
length, pouring his thoughts and hopes, worries and frustrations out to
me. I was very happy to listen, and to get an insight into a life that had
been very different from my own; its first twelve years had been lived in
an isolated rural location, in a particularly undeveloped part of a
developing country off the coast of East Asia. It seemed especially hard
that he had only begun to enter adolescence as he had been shipped over
from the Philippines to live with the family of a man who, far from being
an uncle (which was the title Lorandz used for him), was in fact the
brother of a friend of his father. At least there had been some 'sex and
relationships' education at the school he was attending, which sounded to
have been reasonably enlightened on the subject of homosexuality; he had
decided he was gay even before he came to the UK. The other pupils at his
school seemed not to know how to deal with this – culturally very
different – boy and, although he had not really experienced any kind of
bullying, he seemed not to have made any proper friends in the three years
he had been here. A couple of the less sociable boys in his class often
latched onto him in between classes, but he saw nobody but the family of
his 'uncle' outside school, and spent hour after hour alone in his room.


	I didn't quite know how to deal with his repeated suggestion –
which he seemed honestly to think was a good one, despite the brevity of
our acquaintance – that he leave his current home to move into my
flat. He imagined that we would have an intimate relationship from the
start, and that he would also carry out a variety of mundane cleaning tasks
around the place, as well as continue to attend school. I could easily see
why he wanted to escape his current home circumstances, but, otherwise, his
plan made me very uncomfortable, for a number of reasons.

He seemed quite easily emotionally upset at anything that might sound like
a rejection, and so the subject was one that I found very difficult, and I
tried to steer away from it as often as he would return to the
topic. Finally, out of desperation, I seized upon the idea of over-stating
the certainty of my relationship with Ben, and suggesting (without overtly
lying) that, were it not for this already being a commitment, Lorandz's
idea would be an appealing one. It was indeed an appealing one, in a
theoretical sense; to have a beautiful young companion living with me
sounded like an answer to the loneliness I sometimes felt in my solitary
life. But to suddenly have a boy of fifteen, whom I barely knew, move in
... the reality of that would be unlikely to match the dream a lot of the
time, to say nothing of the legality of the situation (further complicated
by the fact that – as far as I could tell – Lorandz's presence in the
UK, and his attendance at school over the past three years, was illegal as
well). This response – that I was already 'taken' – seemed the
kindest, and also one that he could not really object to; so I thought, at
least.


'This is your lover that is coming here now?' Lorandz asked, with a note of
resentment in his voice.

'Ben, yes,' I replied levelly, 'he's coming round with his friend, Adam.'

'He does not live with you?' the resentment had been replaced by theatrical
surprise.

'Oh! No, he doesn't'

'It cannot be so serious then,' he announced with conviction, 'You do not
love him.'

'Lorandz, really!' I was tiring of his ongoing attempts to argue me into
agreeing with his plan.

'Does he clean the house for you?'

'Enough questions, please!' I begged him, 'Can we talk about something
else? I am tired of arguing with you; you just have to accept what I tell
you.'

'You need someone to clean for you. Look at this!' He showed me the dust on
his finger that he had just wiped across the top of the wooden cupboard
beside him.


	I didn't reply, but just fixed him with a look that I hoped was
kindly enough, but that indicated that the topic was closed. He met my
gaze, and I was relieved when the accusing expression on his face suddenly
changed into a smile.


'I'm kidding with you!' he laughed, 'Now we talk of something else.'


	The buzzer of the intercom sounded in the hallway, and I rose to
answer it.


'Ben?' I asked into the microphone.

'Yeah, it's me,' his tired sounding voice responded, 'Adam's here, just
crossing the road.'

'Ok, I'll open up,' I pressed the door-release, 'I've got someone else
here, a new friend I met this afternoon,' I replied, to be met with
silence. 'Ben?' I enquired, 'Are you there?'


	The silence continued, and then I heard Adam's indistinct growl out
of earshot, before the slamming of the main door, and footsteps on the
stairs, followed a further silence. I could feel (understandable) confusion
and surprise in Ben's lack of response to my announcement.

After his experiences of the day before, I knew he would already be feeling
fragile, and I felt a pang of remorse for having invited Lorandz to my flat
on this particular day. Still, I thought to myself, at least I had made the
situation (or a version of the situation) clear to my new friend before
Ben's arrival. Now I had to switch my attention to Ben, his horrible
experience with his games teacher, and what had happened between him and
Adam following that. My head already felt like porridge after all the
emotional ruminating I had been doing all day, and parrying Lorandz's
relentless attempts to convince me to have him live with me had given me
the beginning of a tension headache. 'Don't think, go with the flow!' I
repeated, like a mantra, in a moment of solitude in the hallway, before
opening the front door and waiting for the new arrivals. I saw the tight
curls of Adam's hair come into view, and then his face, which bore an
uncertain smile and raised eyebrows. Ben was right behind him, but he
didn't look at me straight away; even when we made eye contact, it was
fleeting and limited. I stood to one side, to allow Adam past me, but he
veered towards me, and then wrapped me in his strong arms, holding tightly
as he whispered apologies in my ear. Of course; he would be feeling guilty
because of the night before, so I replied with confidential reassurances as
I held this gorgeous, gentle boy to me. Ben, I noticed, slipped past us
both, and continued into the lounge. As Adam, then I, joined him, I heard
him introducing himself to Lorandz, who remained seated as he replied,
holding up a hand, palm forward, in greeting. Ben plonked himself with
determination in the central of the three armchairs, and I waved Adam to
the one by the door.


'Adam, Ben, this is Lorandz,' I announced, rather stiffly, 'a chap I met at
the bus stop in town today. He's from the Philippines, and he's been
feeling rather alone lately, away from his family.'

'Oh?' Adam piped up, in his silky baritone, 'They're not over here too?'

'No, they back in Philippines,' he replied, 'I living with ... with friend
of my pa.'

'He's been here for three years,' I added, 'living with this family that
treats him like a skivvy. He really needs friends right now.'

'Which school do you go to?' Ben, I was happy to see, joined in at that
point. I consciously resisted the urge to answer for Lorandz.

'Moseley Academy,' he replied.

'Oh, right, my sister's there!' said Ben.

'Really?' I asked, intent on overcoming any awkwardness, 'Why is she not at
your place?'

'We lived in Moseley before. About five years ago,' and – finally –
there it was; proper eye- contact, and a warm smile, 'so she just carried
on after we moved.'


	I went to the kitchen and got a long drink for Ben and Adam, and
refreshed Lorandz's glass at the same time, before returning to the living
room. Each of my three large armchairs was occupied by a beautiful young
man, and – having handed the drinks around – I stood and looked at
them each in turn, with a happy smile on my face. Adam – the closest to
me – patted his chair beside himself, inviting me to sit down, and I
moved to sit on the soft arm of the leather seat, to his right; the chairs
were substantial enough for this to be quite comfortable. With Lorandz
there, it seemed unlikely that we would be discussing what had gone on
between Adam and Ben the night before, and I was quite relieved when I
realised that; my tired brain really didn't feel up to an involved
emotional conversation about something that was probably of much more
significance to the two lads than it was for me. The matter of Mr
Greenaway's outrageous behaviour in the changing rooms at the school was
far too important, though.


'How are you doing today?' I asked of Ben, 'Are you feeling a bit better?'


	Ben looked at me, then at Lorandz, before replying.


'Lorandz doesn't want to listen to all that, does he?'

'Well, we don't have to go into all the detail if you don't want to,' I
replied.

'Honestly, David, I really can't be bothered at the moment. Ads and I have
talked about it, and there's not a lot we can do really. I'll just have to
avoid him from now on.'

'What is this?' piped up Lorandz, 'Has something bad happened?'

'There's a real creep of a games teacher at our school,' explained Adam,
talking across me and Ben directly to Lorandz, 'and he's been bothering
Ben, you know, sexually.'

'Oh, yes, I get it,' he responded, 'this happens a lot in Philippines. But
here? I did not know it happens here in UK.'

'Well, it shouldn't,' I said, with conviction, 'and we must make sure it
doesn't happen again.'

'But, what can we do?' Ben was clearly getting upset, turning to me and
adding, 'What if he knows about you?'

'There's no way, I told you that,' Adam said gently, 'He's just trying to
manipulate you into doing what he wants.'

'I think Ads is right,' I added, 'Is there nobody you can tell? You won't
be the first he's done this to, and it's ...'

'Not today, OK?' Ben cut across me, 'I just want to forget about it!'


	Adam looked up at me, his eyebrows raised, and gave a little
shrug. I returned the gesture.


'Well, we shall forget about it then!' I announced, 'I think I know what we
all need.'


	It was certainly what I needed, but I imagined my guests would not
refuse. I got up, and left three slightly confused boys in my living room
as I went to the kitchen, retrieved my stash of weed from the Russian doll,
and returned with the little bong. Ben gave me a thoroughly approving nod
as he registered what I was doing.


'Cool!' he said happily.


	As I prepared the weed, I could see that Lorandz was wondering what
I was doing. I gave him a smile, but didn't explain. I handed the loaded
bong to Ben, along with a lighter, and he helped himself enthusiastically,
taking one, then another long toke on the cool smoke, and holding it in for
a good long time before exhaling. He passed it to me, and I gave it
straight to Adam, who followed suit. After I had taken my turn, I passed it
back to Ben, who proffered it to our new friend. Lorandz looked reluctant
at first, and uncertain how to proceed, but Ben held the bong to his mouth
for him, applied the lighter, and – coughing and spluttering a little at
first – gave him his first experience of cannabis. Our silent ritual
proceeded for a few minutes in silence, before I placed the bong on the
coffee table, and we all sat back to let the euphoric relaxation take
hold. Ben turned to Lorandz.


'You might notice that everybody starts talking bollocks any moment now.'


	Adam burst out laughing, as did Ben. The hilarity was infectious,
and soon all four of us were shaking with mirth. I leaned back on the chair
I was sharing with Adam, and felt his arm behind me; he kept it there, and
his hand gripped my right side tightly. The weed was taking hold, making
sitting upright seem an effort, so I swivelled myself around, lying
backwards across him, my head on his left shoulder and supported by his
other arm. I looked across at him as he turned to me, with the warmest and
most sincere smile on his handsome face. I buried my head into the side of
his neck; he was holding me like a baby. Ben looked across at the two of
us.


'Awww, look at you two! So sweet!'

'Which one is your lover?' called Lorandz, giggling, 'I thought it was the
white boy!'

'We all love each other!' I replied, laughing; the fact that I was speaking
the truth hit me like a warm explosion in my chest, and both Ben and Adam
nodded and smiled.


	I was now lying horizontally across Adam's lap, and he had his hand
on my chest, caressing gently up and down. Ben turned, and scooped up my
legs (which had been hanging over the side of the armchair) so that they
lay across his lap. He started to untie my shoelaces, and then took each of
my shoes off, dropping them onto the floor between the chairs. Next, he
leaned forward to retrieve the bong from the coffee table, tamped down the
ash with his thumb, and then had another couple of inhalations. Lorandz
clearly liked what the weed was doing for him, and reached out to have his
turn. Over it came to us, and Adam, then I, took a couple of deep tokes;
Adam did most of the work, gently holding the bong to my lips.


	Perhaps it was the result of my mental fatigue, after a day of
incessant dead-end thinking and emotional turmoil, but I felt the effects
of the cannabis in my system far more than usual; the sense of relaxation
and euphoria was overwhelming. I was also keenly aware of my body in
contact with Adam; his strong, muscular arm around my shoulders; the heat
from his hand on my chest, running up and down breast-bone, and down onto
my stomach; his groin – revealing the beginnings of arousal – pressed
into my back as I lay across him. Released from the constraints of my
worrisome mind by the weed, there was an exciting sense of possibility. I
felt Ben take my foot in his hands and begin to press his thumbs into the
sole; it felt wonderful. He quickly took both my socks off (I felt a
concern about how sweaty they might be begin to form, and then float out of
my mind) and returned to an intense massage of the right, then the left.


'You know,' came Adam's beautifully smooth and deep voice, 'we were talking
a lot about our mate David today.'

'Oh, yes, we WERE,' Ben concurred, 'a lot.'

'Really?' I smiled, 'Anything I should know about?'

Adam chuckled, and I felt the vibrations from his shaking course through
me, 'What should we tell him, Bennie?'

'You're the best,' came Ben's response, sounding so serious that I sat up
slightly to look at him, 'I'm so happy we've met. You're kind, loving
... and completely gorgeous. I love you.'


	He really meant it, despite the fug of the cannabis, and the look
on his handsome, open face was warm and tender.


'And I'm pretty glad to know you, too,' added Adam, pulling me back into
him and running his hand up to my chest, rubbing vigorously.


	Lorandz had been silent for a while now. I peered over, to see him
sitting cross-legged on his armchair, having taken his shoes and socks off,
and looking across at us happily. Then, he suddenly stood and – walking
past Ben in his chair (they exchanged a smile as he did so) – came to
stand in front of me and Adam, moved the bong to one side on the coffee
table, then perched on the edge of it, facing us. He looked so happy. His
knees were just inches from Adam's. He reached out a hand to where mine
were joined loosely across my stomach, and placed it on top; I moved to
sandwich it between them. Ben had finished massaging my feet, and gently
lifted my legs from his lap, stood up, then sat himself down on the table
next to Lorandz, and put his arm around his shoulder.


'He doesn't talk much, our new friend,' he announced, 'but I think he might
be one of us!'

'You approve, then?' I asked him, grinning.

'I do now!' he answered, 'I was a bit surprised at first, yes, but, now
I've met him ... .'

'David is your boyfriend, though, no?' Lorandz turned to Ben as he spoke,
'or both of you are?  This is a threesome?'

'It's more like a foursome; don't forget Paul!' Adam chuckled as he spoke,
and ruffled my hair with his free hand, 'Davie here collects schoolboys.'

'I don't!' I protested, 'You make me sound like ...'

'Some old perve?' Adam smiled at me, reminding me of his preconceptions of
me when we first met that had slipped out accidentally, 'No, mate, 'he
turned to Lorandz, a serious tone in his voice, 'David is one of the
best. He can't help it if we all fancy the pants off him.'


	At the point, Adam pulled me up towards him decisively, and covered
my mouth with his lips in a kiss that I returned very happily. The warm
softness of them was overwhelming, and we exchanged a series of chaste
presses before parting. The beginnings of arousal beneath me, that I had
felt earlier, quickly became a definite hardness in the small of my back. I
looked up, to see Lorandz staring at us, his beautiful face wide-eyed with
astonishment and fascination. Ben smiled at him again, then launched
himself forward off the coffee table and knelt on the floor between Adam's
feet, pressing into my side and fixing me with a beautiful, loving look.


'I just have to do this, I'm afraid,' he announced to the room in general,
and leaned forward over me, held my head in his hands, and kissed me.


	This was my Ben, my special boy; despite my sincere affection for
the other lads who had come into my life, he retained a special place in my
heart. Finally to connect with him was such a wonderful relief! His lips
pressed against mine, and I reciprocated. All the while, Adam was running
his hand up and down my chest and stomach, and then I felt him grip my cock
– which was erect and straining in my underwear – then firmly run the
flat of his palm over it. I could feel his huge hardness beneath me,
throbbing and kicking. Ben's tongue suddenly snaked forwards from between
his lips, invading my mouth, which felt so sexual I let out a moan, and
began to suck on it. Our passionate kiss continued for a while, then Ben
broke away from me, panting, and with his face slightly reddening. That was
when I noticed that Lorandz was no longer seated on the table, but had also
moved forwards, kneeling obliquely behind Ben, with a hand on each
shoulder, watching what was going on. Ben tipped his head in the direction
of the hallway to the bedroom, and gave me a theatrical wink. Adam's
knowing laugh, as he realised what was being suggested, passed right
through my body. Any doubts I might have had about whether Lorandz would
feel comfortable with our moving through to the bedroom at this point were
laid to rest; continuing to grip Ben's shoulders, his face was alight with
delight and desire, as he rubbed his cheek around the back and side of
Ben's head, planting kisses as he went.


	Ben stood first, then turned to help Lorandz upright. I looked at
Adam's face, and planted a kiss on his inviting lips before swinging my
legs to the ground and rising; Ben pulled as Adam pushed me to the standing
position. Ben took Lorandz's hand, and led him out of the door and along
the hallway to the bedroom. I gestured for Adam to go first; as he passed
me I could not resist running my hand down his back, and cupping his
stupendous buttock in my palm. He smiled at me invitingly over his shoulder
as we followed the other two. My cock was so hard, and desire thrilled
through me as I felt his warmth, and the firm muscle of his rounded behind,
tight beneath the soft, black material of his trousers. The sight of Adam's
broad shoulders under his white shirt; the smooth, brown skin of his neck,
tapering outwards; his narrow waist, over the glorious roundedness of his
muscled behind; was utterly captivating, as I watched him walk ahead of me
along the hallway.


	Adam and I arrived pretty well simultaneously in my bedroom, where
Ben had already made himself comfortable under the sheet. Lorandz was still
barefooted, standing by the bed and looking a little uncertain of what to
do. Adam walked straight over to him, and wrapped his arms around him, in
one of his wonderful bear hugs. Stepping back, he looked at me:

'Our new friend's a bit shy,' he said, with a smile, 'Maybe we're moving a
bit fast for him?'

'Lorandz,' I replied, moving to stand directly in front of him, as Adam
took off his clothes (including his briefs, I noticed, which distracted my
attention for a moment) and slipped into bed next to Ben, 'Nobody is
expecting you to do anything you're not comfortable with.'

'I know, don't worry,' he answered, 'It's fine. This is new to me, please
be patient with me.'

'Of course!' I said, and embraced him, 'There's no hurry at all.'


	His lithe body almost melted into me as I held him, and he buried
his head into the side of my neck. The whole length of him was pressed into
me and, as he began to plant gentle kisses on my neck, I felt a distinct
movement at the top of my thigh; his erection developed quickly, and he
pressed himself into me, to make sure that I was aware of it. I pulled my
head back slightly from him, and he did the same, so that we were
face-to-face, mere inches apart. I took in his smooth, brown skin; his
defined eyebrows beneath the fringe of hair; his irises – bare of
eyelashes – that were deep brown, seemed huge in his almond-shaped eyes;
his slightly flattened nose; and the generous, soft and inviting pink lips,
moist and slightly parted. I was reassured that he was not only comfortable
with the situation, but wanted to be part of it. As our lips met, he let
out a soft moan and a sigh. His tongue quickly darted forward, and he
licked around my upper, then lower lip, before disengaging for a
moment. When we reconnected, it was with passion; his enthusiasm matched my
own, and he felt different; strange, gentle, exotic.

I brought our embrace, rather reluctantly, to an end, and glanced over at
the other two in my bed. Ben was closest; lying on his side and watching
what was happening between Lorandz and myself, as Adam lay behind him,
close against him, enfolding him in his strong arms. Both of them looked
relaxed and content, and the sight of them was simply
beautiful. Wordlessly, I sat down on the bed and began to take my shoes
off, quickly undressing down to my boxer shorts.

Lorandz was standing directly in front of me, motionless; his hard cock was
right in front of my face, lying horizontally in his underpants, and
twitching occasionally. I reached out, pulled him to me, and rubbed my face
into the front of his trousers, caressing his hardness with my lips, and he
wrapped his arms around my head as I did so. Then, I drew back, and
unfastened his belt; he quickly removed his shirt, in one movement, over
his head like a jumper. Once I had dealt with his zip fly, his trousers
came off just as swiftly, so that he was standing in front of me wearing
just his white briefs. His slim body was a wonderful sight; his hairless
chest, with large, pink nipples; his shoulders, narrower than the other two
boys, but perfectly in proportion; his hairless thighs, gently curving and
delicately muscled. I pulled him to myself, as I felt Ben's body coming
into contact with mine from behind, gripping my shoulders, and running his
tongue across my skin so tantalisingly that I shivered, and felt
goose-flesh running down my arms. As he pulled me backwards into the bed, I
took hold of Lorandz's hips and drew him in as well, and soon the four of
us were lying together beneath the white sheet; Adam, spooning into Ben,
who pulled me into him as I lay on my back beside him; and Lorandz to my
right, lying on his side and across me, with his head on my shoulders.


	There was a pause, as we all relished our mutual, warm closeness,
exchanging affectionate looks and caresses. There was such a sense of
possibility in the room; we were each also pondering how we might proceed.



The End of Chapter Seven



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