Date: Tue, 4 Apr 2017 15:49:38 +0000 (UTC)
From: Peter Brown <badboi666@btinternet.com>
Subject: Fourteen again Chapter 15

Fourteen again by badboi666

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This story is - guess what! - fantasy.  If sex with boys isn't your thing,
go away.  If, as is much more likely, you've come to this site precisely to
get your rocks off reading about sex with a 14-year-old then make yourself
comfortable - you're in the right place. Remember the three things:

1	Cum (you may wish to do this more than once)
2	Wipe carefully
3	Donate to Nifty

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Chapter 15

The next morning we awoke in the same heap.  Fred and I were the first, as
usual.  "We're leaving this morning," Fred told me.  "Dad didn't want to
say anything last night, but he has to be at work this afternoon."  I was
disappointed by this as I wanted to have more action with him and Harry.  I
wasn't sad to see the back of Alan though.  It was nice being fucked by
him, but I didn't like him much as a person.  I decided that if they were
only going to be here for another hour or two it was important not to waste
it.  We poked Harry.  "Come on."

The three of us had our routine early morning piss session.  I could tell
that Fred and Harry, already horny young piss-freaks, would incorporate
pissing in their own relationship.  Alan wasn't keen - that much was clear
- but two 13-year-olds who are being happily fucked by one of their fathers
don't only have sex with him.  After we had drenched each other with piss
and, knowing this would be the last time, I knelt and sucked each of their
pissy cocks.  The taste was strong, but not unpleasant to a 70-year-old
piss-freak like me.  "Can you manage to cum?" I asked them.  What a damfool
question, I thought, it's got to be 7 hours since their double cum of last
night.  Sure enough each of them bent to his task with a will, and within
half a minute Fred's cock had coated my tongue (salty) to be followed 15
seconds later by Harry's tasty sweet load.  When I had swallowed their cum
I took each of their ball-bags separately in my mouth to get the full
sweaty boy-taste.  Bliss!

After a shower it was time for breakfast.  Alan and Peter said their
goodbyes.  Fred and Harry got into Alan's car and they were gone.  Peter
and I were left watching the car drive away.  We went back into the house.

"Well, Peter - I can call you that again," he said, "what did you make of
all that?"  I told him that I didn't like Alan much although the sex with
him had been great.  "Not as good as with you, of course."  (The mark of a
good guest, and all that.)  I was impressed by how easy with their
queerness Fred and Harry were (being careful to avoid saying 'gayness' as I
wasn't sure that the term was in general use 60 years ago).  "Yes," he
agreed, "it's nice to see how well-adjusted they are.  I certainly wasn't
when I was 13."  I was about to add 'nor was I' when it dawned on me that
that would have given the game away rather.  I must be more careful in
conversation, I thought.  "I liked sex with both of them, but I prefer Zak.
I think he's gorgeous and I have a feeling he's a bit in love with me.  I
don't want to hurt him as I'll be going tomorrow and we'll never see each
other again.  That happens, but it's always painful, and as he's only 12 it
might be a pain he's never had before."  I paused, uncertain how to
continue.  "Peter," I said in the way that teenagers have when they want to
say something but aren't sure of their reception, "can I ask you
something?"  "For someone whom I've fucked and sucked you seem oddly
hesitant.  What is it?  Would it help if I called you Woody?"  "No," I
laughed, glad that the awkwardness had been acknowledged.  "I have an idea.
Zak lives in Camborne; he knows who you are and he was happy and relaxed
here.  Would you mind if he came here sometimes after I've gone?"  "Are you
saying would I mind if he came here and we fucked and he was my boyfriend?"
"Yes, that's exactly what I mean.  Would you?"  "I would love it - 12 is my
favourite age for a boy, as there's three or four years before he starts
being more physically adult than the kind I really like.  But surely it's
up to him."  "Of course, but you wouldn't object?"  "No, Woody, Peter,
whatever, I wouldn't.  I'd be very happy indeed.  Can we leave it there
now?"

I felt much happier.  When Zak came for the night it would just be the
three of us, and if I was any judge (and I am, believe me) there would be
two love affairs going on.  One, between two boys, would leave the younger
boy filled with an emotion he'd never had before, but then filled with a
sadness that would seem unfathomable.  The other, between man and grieving
boy, would develop as the man comforted the boy emotionally and sexually.
My guess would be that Peter and Zak might very well grow old together, or
if not 'old' then a good deal older than they were then.  In 1957 that was
a pretty radical thought, but I was thinking it from the viewpoint of 2017
by which time it would seem perfectly reasonable.  OK, they would have to
be pretty discreet for several years, but once ... oh, stop dreaming,
Peter, I said to myself, they'll sort it out for themselves.

"Zak's mum probably thinks that Fred and Harry are still here.  Will she be
bothered that it's just us two, do you think," I asked Peter.  "How will
she know?" he replied, "I don't think we can tell her as we don't know who
she is or where she lives.  Let's let Zak worry about what his mum does or
doesn't know.  He seemed very bright to me."  So we left it in the air.
When Zak arrived he would see the situation.

"What would you like to do until he appear?" said Peter.  "I'd like nothing
more than going to the beach, taking my clothes off, bathing and lying in
the sun getting my bits nice and brown.  If we're going to be busy tonight
a rest would do me a lot of good."  "Me too," grinned Peter, and we got
into his lorry and drove off to the beach.  It was nice to look at the
other naked male bodies, all the more so knowing that all I was expected to
do was watch, and maybe perv a bit at the sexier boys.  They were of all
ages from toddlers up to old, old men (even older than me).  I studied them
carefully and came to the conclusion I always do: what turns me on it
hairless skinny boys - say 12 to 15 - whose entry into puberty means that
can shoot spunk when they cum, but whose adult physique hasn't done much,
if any, developing.  Hairy bodies of any age are a turn-off, which is fine
for the guys who like other hairy guys, because I'm not competing with
them.  Older teenagers and adult men up to, say, their late 20s are fine,
but not top of my pile of lust objects.  Luckily there were enough 12 to
15s and slim older types that my eyes were kept happy as I tanned myself.
I looked down.  Cock doing nicely, I thought to myself.  I wish I'd got
this nudist kick when I really was only 14.  Think of the fucks I'd have
got from older boys when they saw I had no tan line - their curiosity would
have emboldened them, surely.

After a happy relaxing day it was time to head back to Camborne.  Knowing
what I knew I felt that tonight was going to be the high point of my visit
to 1957 so far.

We stopped of on the way to buy some snack food and more wine - I was
finding my adult taste for wine was agreeably well-developed for a
14-year-old.  The fairy had been generous with the selection of her
favours.  We had no idea when Zak would show up, but at just after 7 there
was a scrunch of bike tyres and there he was.  His mum had done a good job
on him.  He was wearing a neat clean t-shirt, smart red shorts and sandals
(bare feet, I was delighted to note).  His hair was neatly combed and
parted and he was carrying a rucksack with his night things.  I guessed
that Zak had accepted instructions to pack these, knowing both that they
would not be needed, and that saying so would have been fatal.  He seemed
slightly shy, not surprisingly given that we were all fully clothed.

I pulled him into the house and gave him a big hug.  "I was worried in case
you might not come," I said, "I've really been looking forward to seeing
you all day."  "Me too," he agreed, and he turned to greet Peter.  "What
should I call you?" he asked.  "We live in the same town and I've seen you
in shops and that, but I don't know your name."  "My name's on the side of
my lorry, dummy," grinned Peter, "but while you're here in the house then
you just call me Peter."  Zak blushed, but I could see he was glad with the
intimacy of being asked to call a grow-up by his first name.  "Where are
Fred and Harry?" he asked.  "They went this morning," I said, "their Dad
drove off after breakfast."  "Was that their Dad?" he exclaimed, "were they
doing all that sex stuff with their Dad?"  I explained that Alan was Fred's
dad, and gave him the history as far as I knew it.  It was clearly a new
idea to Zak that dads came in two different types - those that fucked their
sons, and the other kind.  Zak's was clearly in the latter, larger, group.

We took Zak into the kitchen where the grub was laid out, and we all
started in on crisps, sausages, coke, more crisps, wine, pork pies, more
wine - you know the sort of thing.  "Can I try some wine?" asked Zak when
he saw me guzzling.  "Yes," replied Peter, "but just think a bit first.
You're what - 12? - you've not had wine before.  If you drink too much
you'll feel great for 10 minutes, then you'll feel awful and throw up and
that's that for the night.  Woody thinks you've come for more interesting
things" (Zak nodded vigorously) "so why don't we do what French kids do?
Half wine, half water.  That way you get a full glass without getting
drunk."  Zak took all this in.  A bit of him wanted to be grown up and
drink wine, but a bigger bit (and the bit lower down that wasn't bigger
yet) wanted to be grown up and fuck - well, do sexy things anyway.  His
cock won.  "No, I'll stay with Coke.  What you said makes sense."  I could
see Peter was very pleased with this answer.

After we'd finished eating it was nearly dark.  I suggested that Zak and I
should go into the garden while Peter cleared up (this said with a
meaningful look at Peter).  When we were outside I started to take off my
clothes.  "You too, Zak, it's naked from now on."  Within a minute we were
both naked, our clothes in a heap by the door.  "Come on," I said, and led
him into the long grass. "Do you know what's going to happen tonight?" I
asked.  "No," he said, "but whatever it is I know I'm going to love it.  I
know I'm queer - well, I know I like looking at boys in the changing room,
and all the things we've done in the last couple of days makes me pretty
sure I'm right.  Peter is OK with all that, and he's an adult, so I guess
he's queer too."  I nodded.  "And he likes boys, like I do?"  I nodded
again.  "Well then, you like boys, he likes boys, I like fooling around
with you lot.  What can be wrong with that?"  This was all good news.  I
said, "My only rule is no pain, and nobody does anything that the other
person doesn't want.  That's why I was so cross with that cunt in the
cinema."  "Oh, I meant to tell you," he said, "my mum said her friend in
Penzance told her that the cinema was closed for a week.  Repairs, she
said.  I thought you'd like to know," he smiled.

"Are there things you want to do?" I asked him, "or things you'd say 'no'
to?"  He thought a bit.  "You've fucked me once, and I 69ed with Harry.
We've done pissy stuff on each other.  I want you to fuck me again - would
you?"  Would I!  "What about Peter?" I asked, treading carefully.  "He's
very gentle, in fact he's the gentlest lover I've had."  "When you fucked
me I thought I'd died and gone to heaven," said Zak, "and if Peter fucks me
as gently as you did then it'll be even heavenlier.  But his cock's a lot
bigger than yours, so won't it hurt?"

I thought carefully before replying.  "I'll be honest with you, Zak,
because I care about you.  It probably will hurt at first - not really
really hurt, but hurt a bit, and for a minute or so.  Peter will make sure
your arse is well opened-up and you're well lubed before he puts his cock
in, and I'll make sure you're OK.  Once the pain subsides the pleasure will
be better than when I fuck you because his cock will stretch you more and
fill you up more.  That's what makes being fucked so amazing.  Trust me."

"I do, Woody," and he came into my arms for a cuddle.  This was going to be
a huge emotional roller-coater for all of us, I thought.

"Let's go in then," I said, and holding hands we went into the house.
Peter was there waiting.  "I see you too are ready for action," he said,
smiling, "I'd better join you - don't want to miss the fun.  Before we
start, though, are you happy with this, Zak?"  Zak told him that he and I
had had this discussion outside, and he was completely happy with whatever
we might get up to.  "Anything?" asked Peter, looking at me.  "Yes," I told
him, "we've talked about you maybe fucking Zak and how you would do so with
as little pain as possible."

"Well, let's go to bed then," said our host, and we both followed him.
Once there Peter stripped off.  Three naked males, total ages 51 (unless
you count me properly).

I decided it was up to me to start the party, so I made Zak lie down and I
got straight into a 69 position on top of him.  The 69 session he had had
with Harry - his first - was something I wanted to improve on, so I decided
to take my time and prolong the pleasure as long as I could.  I licked his
balls, one then the other, and took one into my mouth.  Zak shivered.  I
swopped balls.  Ignoring his insistent cock I scooted further down and
licked his perineum from the back of his balls to his cute little arsehole.
It twitched enticingly.  Good, I thought, he's going to be a willing
bottom, this boy.  I tried to get my tongue into his arse but it didn't
work.  Maybe Peter would have more success - got to leave something for
him, after all.  Back to Zak's balls again.  I can tell from his movements
that he's keen for more cock-centred action, so I move to lick the
underside of his stiff urgent boyhood.  The boyhood twitched.  With my
fingers I rolled back his foreskin and tongued the underside again from
root to frenulum.  The twitching increased.  All this time my cock was in
his mouth, but he was too engrossed in what I was doing to think about what
he could be doing to me.  He would learn.  More tongue travel from root to
frenulum.  More twitching, now accompanied by deep sighing.

At last I enclosed the tip of his cock with my lips, allowing them to
caress his glans on all sides.  The twitching now began more to resemble
thrashing.  Getting near, I thought, time to stop.  I removed my mouth from
his cock and went straight back to rimming him.  "Aaaah! that's so good,
Woody!"  I thought it was good too as the fragrance of 12-year-old arse
(nice and clean, 'cos his mum sent him out properly) is up there with all
the other heavenly aphrodisiacs.  This time, after all the cock work, I
noticed that his arse was much more receptive.  In went a wet finger.
"Oooh!"  Then a second.  "Oh, God! that's so hot - I feel full."  You'll
feel a lot fuller later on, I thought wickedly.  Time to get him off for
cum number one, I decided.

I repeated the licking the underside of his cock ("I've never been as hard
as this, Woody, I need to cum so badly"), then the frenulum-tickle, then
the lips-on-glans caress, then ... a burst of cum rushes out of him,
coating my lips with delicious spunk.  And a second burst, accompanied by a
howl of ecstasy, "Oh! fuck! fuckfuckfuck!"

As his cock subsided I licked all traces of cum from it, and he allowed it
to fall from my lips.  "I must do you now," he said.  "No, not now," I
replied, "I want my first cum to be inside another bit of you while you're
still hot from your cum.  Turn over and kneel down."

Once he was in position his soft cock let a last drop of cum pearl his
foreskin (licked off by Peter, who had been watching, engrossed.  Peter's
tongue surprised Zak, whose eyes were shut, and when he opened them he gave
a blissful smile).  I settled down to the business of opening him up
properly.  My tongue and fingers soon had his arse lips opening, and when I
had two well-lubed fingers deep inside him I could tell he was ready for a
cock my size, if not yet Peter's.  Plenty of time for that.  I lay on my
back.  "Come and sit on my cock, Zak," I said.

Carefully (his cock still pearly with yet more cum - Peter quick to clean
up, as before) he squatted down over my belly with his arse over my cock.
"Help him, Peter," I said, knowing that both of them would enjoy doing so.
Peter held my cock and as Zak lowered his arse Peter guided it onto my cock
head.  As contact was made Zak's lips instinctively closed.  "Pretend
you're shitting," I said, and as he pushed his lips opened fully and the
heat of his arse drew my cock in.  "Aaah!" from Zak.  I didn't know whether
this was 'yes' or 'ow', so I held myself still, waiting for him to tell me
when he was ready to be penetrated.  "Yesss!" he growled, "stick it all in,
fuck me hard."  As I've said before, dirty talk always does it for me (and
for Zak, clearly), so I set to with a will.  Zak had cum only four minutes
before but his cock was hardening as I plunged deeper into his soft
welcoming insides.  My cock rubbed against his prostate, eliciting squeals
of pleasure.  I was getting close, having worked myself up pretty
effectively by the tongue action I'd been giving him.

"Getting near," I gasped, and fucked him even deeper.  As I felt my balls
begin to churn I reached forward and pulled his body down, embracing him
completely as my cock throbbed and unloaded deep inside him.  "Oh, Zak," I
moaned, "you're so good."  We stayed like that for what seemed like ages,
though it was probably only about three or four minutes.  Zak was in my
arms and his arms were round me.  I heard him whisper softly, almost to
himself, but I couldn't hear.  "What d'you say?" I whispered in his ear.
"That was the best moment of my whole life, Woody."  He gazed right into my
eyes and I saw the happiest 12-year-old I had ever seen.  Gently I kissed
his lips, not knowing how he would react.  When I drew back he leant down
and kissed me.  I opened my lips and licked his lips, which opened, and
soon our tongues were engaged in passionate thrusting.

"I've never kissed anyone like that before," he panted when we broke for
air.  "Oh, Woody, I love you."  "And I love you too, little one," I
murmured, catching Peter's eye over the top of Zak's head.  Zak was going
to get hurt, and Peter would have to do the comforting.  The look on his
face told me that, thought it would be painful for Zak, he would have a
much more permanent comforter in Peter.  There was nothing to be done for
the moment but continue to enjoy the post-orgasmic euphoria.  Zak would
never feel like this again.  With luck he would have many more fucks, but
he would never repeat the first few fucks when he was 12 and first felt the
exhausting emotion of love.  We were both in tears, and when we each looked
into a pair of wet eyes the tenderness and love was even greater.

Peter could no longer resist.  He moved to lie beside our still-coupled
bodies and embraced us both, kissing the back of Zak's neck and stroking
his back.  "Come on you two," he said, time to rest, "I guess you could
both do with something to eat after all that exercise."

With reluctance Zak and I let go of each other.  My cock finally slipped
out of him, followed by a rush of cum which pooled behind my cock on my
balls.  I reached down and gathered it in both hands, licking some up
myself and offering the rest to Zak and Peter - one hand each.  Peter
licked his up immediately.  Zak was hesitant at first, but when he saw
Peter he quickly followed.  "Mmm!" he said, "salty but nice."

We didn't bother cleaning up, but went into the kitchen just as we were,
sweaty and moist with cum and arse juices.  The aroma was going to keep us
all fired up for what was to come.  Peter poured wine for himself and a
wine-water mixture for Zak and me.  I would have preferred wine by itself,
but I could see that if I asked for that Zak would feel left out, and that
was the last thing I wanted.  Just sitting around doing nothing makes boys
our age hungry: fucking (and being fucked) makes us ravenous, so despite it
being only an hour since we last ate Zak and I were ready to refuel.  Peter
made some soup to go with the rest of the pork pies we had had earlier.  It
wasn't a gourmet feast, but it was exactly what was wanted then.  I was
impressed by the patience Peter was showing.  He obviously wanted to get
his hands on us, but he made himself wait.  All the better it would be, of
course, when we became a threesome.

At last we finished eating.  "Come through and lie on the bed," said Peter,
"while the food settles."  We followed him, knowing that there was about to
be more fun.

Peter told Zak to lie on his back and spread out like an X.  I was going to
enjoy watching this, I thought.  "Close your eyes, Zak," he said.  Peter
climbed onto the bed and crouched over Zak's vulnerable young body.  Zak's
chest was rising and falling quickly as his breath was coming in short
gasps - he was ready for whatever Peter was going to do, and I was
delighted to see that he seemed to have no fear.  There was a smile of
anticipation on his face and his cock was starting to fill again.  Amazing
how 12-year-olds have a seemingly infinite capacity for sex!

Peter licked the tip of Zak's left big toe.  Zak gasped; his cock lurched.
Slowly Peter licked the whole of the toe, eventually taking it into his
mouth and swirling his tongue round it.  From the look on Zak's face he was
up on Cloud Nine (and with nine toes to go he would be up there for some
time).  Peter moved to the next toe and repeated the licking and sucking
... and the next ... and on until all ten toes had been licked and sucked,
and the sparky taste of Zak's feet had been fully absorbed.  Zak was a full
erection by the time of toe 3, and Peter's cock was thick and fat and
exciting to look at.  I wondered whether to join in, but I decided it would
be much better to let these two bond sexually without me.  When toe 10 had
been dealt with Peter went back to Zak's left leg and licked the inside of
the ankle.  Zak was now purring.  Peter's tongue slowly licked its way up
Zak's leg.  When he reached the knee he lifted Zak's leg and licked the
back of the boy's knee joint.  The hollow place there had a special scent
which Peter's cock responded to - it was now fully erect.  Peter repeated
his manoeuvre on Zak's right leg, again enjoying the back of his knee.  All
this had taken almost 20 minutes.

Peter started again at Zak's left ankle, this time moving upwards quickly
past the knee and resuming a slow licking as he neared the boy's balls.
The purring was now intense.  When Peter reached the top of the right leg
Zak was moaning inarticulately.  Peter was edging the boy without having
gone near his cock (now dripping copiously, the pre-cum forming a little
puddle below Zak's navel.  Peter caught my eye and, without saying a word,
motioned his head towards the pool of pre-cum.  Silently I mouthed "me?
lick it?" and Peter mouthed "yes."

I leant over Zak in a 69 position, but keeping my cock well above his face.
His eyes were still closed, but he could tell from my movement where I was.
I leaned over him and started to lick his navel.  "Aaaah!"  An inch or two
lower was a little pool of pure boy-nectar, added to by another drop from
his half-drawn-back foreskin.  I licked up the pool and caught the drop in
my lips.  I gave his cock-head a brief tonguing and leant back to see what
Peter would do next.

Having arrived at the interesting parts of the boy Peter was clearly intent
on preparing him to be fucked.  He lifted Zak's feet so that they were over
my shoulders, his knees pressed against his chest, his arse completely
exposed to Peter's searching tongue.  If my rimming him earlier had been
erotic, this was clearly eroticism of a higher order.  Peter lapped at the
boy's arse lips, licking along his perineum, causing Zak to moan even more.
When he came it would surely be spectacular.  I looked forward to
witnessing a moment which he would never forget - his first fuck from a man
and the earth-shattering orgasm which Peter was working towards.  Peter's
tongue was stiffer than mine, and soon he was able to push it an inch into
the hungry 12-year-old arse, wet with its own juices.  "Oh God! Peter, fuck
me, fuck me now."  However there was no way Peter was ready for fucking.
He lubed up the fingers of his right hand, inserting one, then a second
finger.  "Is that OK, Zak?" he asked.  "Oh yesss! My arse feels so full -
AAAAH!" as Peter's finger hit the boy's eager prostate.  Now there would be
no stopping.  "Do you want me in you yet?"  "Yesss! all of it.  Fuck me
now!"

Despite Zak's urgent begging Peter knew that as soon as his cock started to
enter the boy he would involuntarily tense, so Peter got me involved.  I
kissed Zak and murmured sweet nothings to him along the lines of 'you'll
love this, little one, when Peter starts to fuck you, yes, yes, in it
goes'.  Zak didn't tense at all, in fact he was so on fire with desire that
as soon as Peter's cock-head touched his arse lips he pushed, as I had told
him, and Peter slipped three inches in.  He paused then to see whether Zak
needed time to adjust.  "More?" he breathed.  "Oh yes, all of it.  I need
to feel your great cock filling me up.  Fuck me, Peter, fuck me deep and
long and hard."  While this was happening his tongue was going mad in my
mouth, and it was difficult for me to keep still.

"Oh, yes," moaned Zak, "that's so good.  Woody, I want you to cum on me
when Peter cums in me."  This was an instruction with which I was only too
happy to comply.  My cock was already rock hard and I knew that, although I
had cum not long ago my fierce wank would only last 15 seconds or so.  I
would wait until Peter seemed on the brink.

Peter had set up a long slow rhythm, almost coming out of Zak's arse, then
plunging deep back in.  The squelching sound of his pre-cum and Zak's
generous arse juices was the sexiest sound.  I continued to tongue-wrestle
with Zak, whose body was thrashing as much as the man's cock piercing his
tender arse would allow.  "Nearly there," moaned Peter, as he speeded up.
I took this as the signal that I should join in, so I sat up and started to
wank myself hard.

Peter cried "Here it comes, Zak, take my hot cum up your arse," and his
cock swelled up and spasmed as it pumped the first gush of cum deep inside
the boy.  Zak squealed with pleasure, "I can feel it shooting up me."  A
second gush: a second squeal.  As Peter's third shot of spunk flew from his
cock into the welcoming wet darkness of Zak's guts I came.  I aimed my
spunk towards Zak's cock, and by the time my fourth rope had flown out
there was a line of pearly 14-year-old cum from his forehead almost to the
root of his cock.  Knowing that the moment would be magic only for a short
while I leaned over the still thrashing 12-year-old and scooped up my cum.
I rubbed what was left of my cum into his belly while fiercely wanking him
with my right.  He lasted about 20 seconds, then arched his back until his
arse was about a foot above the bed.  Peter's cock slipped out as he did
this, followed by a load of his cum which ran down between Zak's cheeks to
pool on the bed.  As he came he gave a cry of "Aaaaaah! fuck!" and his cock
spewed onto his chest.

We were all spent.  Exhausted we clung to each other.  Zak nuzzled my cummy
cock, and I nuzzled his.  Peter lay behind us, spooning with Zak.  We
slept.


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<End of Chapter 15>

Sorry you had to wait for this one - I hope it was worth it.  Chapter 16
will be along soon.  I ought to acknowledge Zachyboy's story "Solace" in
the Young Friends section (on 28 March).  Reading about Valentin gave me
the idea that Zak and I might love each other, and that this would never
develop.  A bit like life, really.

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