Date: Sun, 5 Jun 2005 23:23:53 +0100 (BST)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1698@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Garry and John Move To Cairo

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This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between
a man and teenager, and two teenagers.. If this is not
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Note:   This is the third story in the series about
Garry and John, the other two being "Garry and John"
and  "Garry and John Make a Home". It started off as a
short story, but like Topsy it just 'growed and
growed'. Very many thanks to those people who have
written and said how much they have liked them so far,
keep writing!



Garry and John Move to Cairo		(M/t, t/t, m/t/t, mast,
oral, anal, cons)
by
Alexander

Chapter One.

If I thought I'd given Garry a shock when I told him
that we were to leave Dover, I had an even bigger one
given to me a couple of weeks later when I got to work
one morning. Garry and I had spent the weekend camping
near Exeter, trying to find somewhere to live. We'd
come up with a couple of places that were worth a
second look, and had more or less agreed to go down
again the following weekend, stay in a hotel this time
and check them out.

On Monday, I was called into the boss's office. There
was a cup of coffee waiting for me on his desk, which
told me firstly that I wasn't in trouble, and secondly
that whatever he had to tell me was important. He
wasn't the sort of man to beat about the bush very
much and started off by telling me that he had had
second thoughts about the job in Exeter. My heart sank
at this disastrous news not least because I knew how
badly Garry would take it, but before I could say
anything, he hurried on.

"There's a vacancy arisen in our office in Cairo.
That's Cairo, Egypt," he smiled. "The guy who was the
Deputy Manager there has left, and I need a
replacement urgently and I'd like you to go out
there." He went on to explain that I could still have
the job in Exeter if I wanted, that offer hadn't been
withdrawn, but he thought I would like to see a bit of
the world. When I reminded him of Garry, he nodded and
said that he'd forgotten about him, but that shouldn't
be a problem as the company owned a flat and I was
welcome to use it, with or without family, he grinned.


The only immediate difficulty was that he needed an
answer as soon as possible, preferably today. After
giving the matter some thought, I told him that I
would like the job very much, but I had to check it
out with Garry first. Having agreed that I could take
the rest of the day off to see Garry and explain
things, I sent a text message, asking him to meet me
at the school gates at lunchtime. And, remembering how
upset he was the last time I gave him a surprise, sent
a second one telling him that it was good news and not
bad!

When I collected him, he was firstly surprised and
secondly, despite my second text, worried. I sat him
in the car and pulled away from the school.

"I've been offered another job," I started. "But this
one is a bit further away than Exeter."
"Where?" he asked, "And with the same firm?"

"Yes, the same company and the job is in Egypt. Cairo.
They want me to go out there as Deputy Manager, as
soon as possible."

He thought about it for a moment; I could see he was
unsettled and had something on his mind. He sat,
biting his lower lip and staring out of the window. It
suddenly hit me what was worrying him. I was being
stupid again, I'd missed out the most important bit.
"You will be coming, of course. If you want to that
is. If you don't want to go, the other job is still
there."
He visibly relaxed and turned to look at me. I think
he was about to say something, but changed his mind
and instead asked me what I wanted to do.

"I'd like for us both to go to Egypt, I think it'll be
good fun. But if you don't want to, then we'll stay
here."

He gave me one of his special smiles and unclenched
his hands. "Can we go? It'll be fantastic, much better
than Exeter anytime."

"But you've never lived in Exeter," I said, grinning.

"No, but Egypt's gotta be better, hasn't it!"

I couldn't argue with that, so I turned the car round
and headed back towards school.
"Aww, come on, you aren't going to make me go back to
school now are you?" he said.

He had a point. I know that I'd have difficulty
settling down to do any work under these
circumstances, especially if I was Garry's age. I
pulled a face at him, and agreed that we could give
school a miss for once. Instead we went back to my
office where I introduced Garry to the people that
worked there before going in to see the boss. He and
Garry had met once or twice before, usually at company
social functions, but they'd never actually spoken
very much. I was impressed by the way Garry carried
himself, given that the meeting was so unexpected. We
chatted for a while before I confirmed that I would
take the post up if it was still on offer, provided
that the accommodation was taken care of, and Garry
could accompany me. This was quickly agreed to, and to
sort of celebrate I took the rest of the afternoon off
to go out with Garry.

I don't think the reality of the rapid change in
circumstances really hit us until we walked out of the
office onto the street when Garry and I looked at each
other in disbelief.
"Did we just agree to go to live in Egypt?" I said,
looking at my nephew.
"Err, yes I think we did." he grinned.

We laughed almost insanely at each other and headed
off into town to get something to eat.


Chapter Two.


We got home late that afternoon, still excited. Just
as soon as we were indoors, Garry leapt into my arms
and kissed me on the lips, gently at first but as his
passions rose, more firmly.

"Come on," he said, "Let's go to bed!" And as if in
confirmation, dragged me towards my/our bedroom,
struggling to unfasten his shirt with one hand as he
did so.
"Hey, what's the hurry?" I gasped, trying to keep up
with him. "It's not four o'clock yet!"
"I wanna talk, and I like talking to you in bed," he
giggled, as happy as I'd ever seen him. "Come on."

Within a couple of minutes we were in my cold, unmade
bed. Shivering, we wrapped ourselves round each other
for warmth (honestly!) and hugged one another. Once
we'd warmed up a little Garry turned to me and said
that he was looking forward to the move, even though
it would mean leaving his friends behind, Jake
especially.

"What about Oxford?" I said carefully, "You going to
tell them?"
"Dunno. I suppose I aught to." He thought for a moment
and added, "When are we going to move?"

"I don't really know. I think they're in a bit of a
hurry to get someone out there, but it'll take a
couple of weeks at least, if not a month."

"In that case, I'll write and tell them the week
before we go. That way, they won't be able to make me
go up and see them. And if they come down here, it'll
only be for one day at the most."

I didn't appreciate that Garry still harboured some
serious grudges against his family. I'd assumed that
with passing of time they'd lessened in their
intensity, but they hadn't, he still wasn't going to
meet them unless it was absolutely necessary. I gave
him a squeeze and said it was his choice, and I'd
support him whatever he decided to do.

"To hell with that," he grinned, changing the subject
and playfully digging his knee into my testicles.
"Come on, let's have some fun. I feel randy!"

We kissed and cuddled for seeming ages until we were
interrupted by Garry's mobile phone beeping.

"Text message," he whispered between kisses, "I'll get
it later. My hands are full."

He was right too, one hand was holding my erection in
place, the other stroking my hair. Whilst he was doing
this, I had worked a finger into his ever-ready butt
and was fondling his balls at the same time.
The last thing we wanted was to be disturbed just now,
and the 'phone was duly ignored. We'd just got down to
serious business again when we had another
interruption. This time it was the front door and not
the 'phone.

"Who the fuck's that?" Garry said, exasperated. He
rolled out of bed, glanced at the 'phone and added
non-committally, "It's Jake." Slipping on my dressing
gown, he half-smiled at me and went to open the door.
Not having a great deal of choice, I put my trousers
on and went to join Garry in the living room.
"Sorry!" he grinned, "Caught you at a bad time have
I?"

"Piss off!" Garry grinned, "We were just resting, OK?"

"Yeah. Well, whatever." Jake answered, still smiling.
"Anyway, I only came round to see why you weren't at
school this afternoon, but I think I can guess the
answer to that."
Garry and I looked at each other, neither of us quite
knowing what to say next. I shook my head very
slightly at Garry, hoping he would get the message.
Thankfully, he picked my signal up and turning to Jake
said, "We had to do some shopping and stuff."

Jake didn't believe us for a minute, but he didn't
seem to mind. "Good, I thought you were sick or
something, but as long as you're OK, that's fine."

He made no attempt to move, in fact if the bulge in
his trousers was anything to go by, he couldn't move
anyway. There was the slightest of awkward pauses
before Garry jumped up and said he was going to get us
all a drink. Two minutes later he was back with three
cans of Coke, and his erection making itself obvious
through the dressing gown. It looked as if both of the
teenagers had already made their plans for the rest of
the afternoon.

"Wanna join us and get comfortable?" Garry suggested
to Jake, almost leering at him. "It looks as if you
have a problem!"

Jake had the grace to blush slightly as he glanced at
his groin area, and my own dick began to harden at the
unexpected turn of events. We hadn't had sex as a
three-some for ages, and suddenly it seemed a good
idea. I hoped Jake would stay for a while.

Without giving him a chance to reply, Garry put down
his drink and moved over to Jake and put his hand over
his groin. "Come, on," he whispered, "Let's do it."

Jake stood up and let Garry loosen his trousers and
slip his hand inside. They looked into each other's
eyes for a moment before Jake started to unfasten his
shirt. I watched, fascinated as they went through what
looked like a well-practiced ritual, neither hurried
nor slow, just a part of their mutual delight in each
other. Once standing in just his underwear, Jake put
his hands on Garry's shoulders and hugged him, their
groins meeting and grinding together erotically. It
was too much for me to bear; I was in imminent danger
of coming in my pants if I stared much longer and I
stood up, adjusting my cock as I did so.

"I'll leave you two alone if you like, I'm going to my
room." I was almost sure they would follow me. Almost,
but not absolutely.

I wandered about the room for a few minutes while
Garry and Jake chatted in the other room, but before
long I heard them coming along the corridor. When they
entered the room, they looked at me and smiled. For
some reason, it struck me then that Garry and I were
to leave Dover in the not too distant future, which
would mean us both having to re-build our lives in
many ways, not only in terms of our home, but also
friends and in a strange country as well. I wondered
if I'd bitten off more than I could chew. Garry and I
were good friends and enjoyed each other's company,
but could we survive living together almost 24-hours a
day, with no one else we knew and in a country where
we didn't even speak the language? It was in this
pensive mood that I climbed into bed with the two
boys, worried more for Garry than for me. He'd had one
major upheaval in his recent past, and I wondered how
he'd cope with another, even bigger one.

I wasn't allowed to be maudlin for long. The lads were
in an excitable mood, Garry because of his news, and
Jake because of the unexpected but welcome sexual
delights he was about to indulge in.

It only took them a couple of minutes to cheer me up,
I felt Garry's cool, comfortable hand wrap itself
round my flaccid cock and give it a welcoming squeeze.
His other hand, I noticed was similarly holding Jake's
already hard dick. Garry looked like the cat that'd
got the cream and gave us both a wicked smile, knowing
he'd got us both just where he wanted. My prick
rapidly hardened as I turned over to face him.

"Happy?" I whispered.

"Oh, yeah." he sighed, "Couldn't be better."

Jake put an arm over Garry's chest and tweaked his
nipples playfully.

Garry, being settled in between Jake and I, couldn't
decide what to do first. I knew that earlier he'd
wanted me to fuck him, I could tell he was in that
sort of mood before we'd even come to bed in the first
place, but now Jake was here, things had had to
change. Not that we objected too much in fact, both
Garry and I knew we'd got all night to ourselves, and
a little diversion as a starter wouldn't go amiss.
One thing I'd noticed about Jake was that he'd got
more attractive in the months I'd known him, not the
least of his assets being his almost fully mature
dick. It was still almost an inch longer than Garry's,
and sprouted from a gorgeous mass of ginger hair which
made it irresistible. Pushing Garry's hand out of the
way, I leaned over and lowered my mouth down towards
Jake's leaking dick, which was just begging for some
attention.

I felt Jake re-position himself and knew precisely
what he was doing as I heard a gasp from Garry which
could only mean that he had his dick being sucked by
his best friend. There was a throb from Jake's cock as
he engulfed Garry, showing just how much he was
enjoying it; I decided to make it even better for him
as I eased a finger into his butt and searched for the
magic spot. He mewled as I touched it, thrusting his
hips closer to my face as he voraciously swallowed
Garry.

Garry was pushing his dick as far down Jake's throat
as he could; he was feeling randy before Jake
appeared, and now the three of us were in bed
together, he was ecstatic and I knew it wouldn't be
long before he came. I wanted all three of us to stay
here as long as we could, I hadn't had any fun with
Jake for ages, and I'd missed him. He enjoyed our sex
games enormously and was almost always ready for fun,
but he was different to Garry. Jake liked to cuddle
and caress for a while, but he hadn't quite learned
that foreplay and simply enjoying each other's bodies
could be almost as satisfying as the orgasm itself -
it was almost a race to see how quickly he could cum.
After he'd climaxed though, he liked being hugged and
even kissed once in a while as he recovered. He once
told me that in some ways that was the best part for
him, feeling satisfied and comfortable at the same
time.

It was the same now as I sensed him swell slightly as
I sucked hard on his red-hot cock, using two of my
fingers to bring him to climax. I was having some
difficulty in keeping pace with the volume of pre-cum
he was spewing out; he could make more of it than
anyone else I'd ever known - not that I objected too
much! I heard a guttural moan from him as he forced
that little bit more into my mouth and his dick
hardened up. This was immediately followed by a volley
of hot, sweet, cum rocketing down my throat, each one
urged on by a loud moan. With one final twist I pushed
hard against his prostrate, eliciting one more spasm
and moan before he pulled back, letting his rapidly
softening cock slip out of my mouth. Garry, sensing
that Jake had orgasmed, allowed himself to climax, and
eyes glazed, mouth wide open, he shot his own
contribution into Jake's waiting mouth, his whole six
inches reaching deep into his throat.

The trio lay there for a good half hour chatting about
odds and ends, still enjoying the company of each
other and the feel of naked flesh, erections being
played with and balls being fondled. Eventually though
Jake pulled himself together and reminded us that he
was already late home, and should hurry back before he
got into trouble. Sliding out of the bed, he grinned
at us both as he pulled his underpants up, struggling
to fit another boner in them. Once fully clothed, he
grinned as he told us to stay where we were as we
looked so comfortable.

"I'll see myself out, don't worry," he said, "See you
tomorrow Garry?"

"Yeah, probably. If I'm not there though, come round
after school if you want."
"OK. Oh, by the way, I'd forgotten. There's a party at
Anne's tomorrow, birthday or something. Wanna go?"
Jake said.

"Yeah, if you like. If I'm not at school tomorrow,
will you tell her?"

With this little piece of business concluded, Jake
shot off home, leaving Garry and I laying in bed.

Despite his advancing years (!) Garry loved nothing
better than to cuddle up close and rest his lovely
head on my chest, just as he did so many months ago
when we first got together. We lay and watched the TV
together for a while, in perfect peace. I twisted his
hair between my fingers as he semi-dozed, his leg
stretched over mine, his cock nestled against my
thigh. These were our best times together and as far
as the rest of the world went, it could go hang.

"I wish your friends could see you now," I smiled
happily, teasing him. "They wouldn't believe it."
Her twisted his head round and grinned at me, showing
his remarkably innocent and child-like side which
endeared him to me.

"They'd be sick as parrots with jealousy," he said
seriously. "I think most of the boys I know would like
being held and cuddled like this if they admitted it,
but wouldn't dare say so for a million pounds. I think
we're lucky, you and me. Even Jake is jealous of us
you know. Not just the sex bit, although he likes that
as well, it's just that he never gets any TLC at home
these days."
I kissed him on the forehead and gave him a squeeze.
"I love you, you know."
He wriggled up the bed a little and kissed me on the
lips, softly to begin with, but more firmly as I
responded. Breaking off, he looked me in the eyes and
whispered, "I love you too. I don't know what I'd've
done without you. Honestly."

We kissed deeply, wrapping our arms round each other
and clinging together tightly. It was these sort of
wordless conversations that I derived most pleasure
from, as did Garry I think. There are few things that
give as much real honest-to-goodness pleasure as
resting in the arms of someone you love, knowing that
your love is returned. Pure hedonism I know, but what
the hell! Unfortunately, all good things must come to
an end, and mine did when I couldn't ignore the
insistent call of my bladder. Sighing, I eased Garry
off my chest and swung my legs over the side of the
bed.

"Gotta go piss," I mouthed at him. "Sorry!"

"Bollocks!" he replied quietly, " I was almost asleep
then."

I was just finishing off in the bathroom when I heard
him come in behind me. He kissed me on my shoulder and
said, "I'm gonna take a shower now I'm awake. Want
one?"

We were both a bit sticky and odorous I suppose since
our romp with Jake and it seemed like a good idea. We
wriggled our way into the cubicle and luxuriated under
the warm water for a few minutes before soaping
ourselves and washing the day's grime off each other
tenderly.

"Wash my hair for me?" Garry smirked. This was one of
the euphemisms we'd come to use when one or other of
us was feeling horny, and I wasn't in the least
surprised to hear it, after all we still had some
unfinished business to take care of.

I poured a generous helping of shampoo onto his head
and worked up a mass of lather for him. I leaned back
on the tiled wall and braced my feet in the shower
tray. Turning my princeling round so his back was to
me, I pulled him to me so his shoulders were resting
on my chest. I massaged his head, enjoying the
amazingly erotic sensation just as much as Garry was.
Having made sure he was as clean as he possibly could
be, I was just about to get him to rinse off when,
without moving, he said, "You haven't done all my
hair."

I squirted a small drop of shampoo onto my hands and
dropped them down to his groin. I wasn't in the least
surprised to find him already as stiff as a board, his
boner standing out in front waiting for me to take
care of it. It was as much as I could do to stop
myself from masturbating him there and then, my own
hugely erect cock snuggled in between his thighs. I
gave him a couple of tentative strokes to see if he
wanted me to finish him off now.

"Wait," he said, "Let's dry off and go back to bed."

He rinsed us both off, kissing me urgently. Out of the
shower, we dried ourselves more or less completely,
but Garry was in a hurry. Grabbing me by the wrist he
dragged me back to the bedroom and into bed. Instantly
he lay full length on top of me and placed his lips to
mine, his tongue desperately exploring my mouth. I
could feel his already throbbing cock against my
stomach, pressing hot and hard against me. I embraced
him tightly and returned his kisses just as fervently,
my fingers searching out his butt hole as I did so.
Once inside, he moaned loudly and passionately,
holding me even tighter in his arms. The signs of
course I recognised instantly: he was no longer in
complete control of himself - a wonderful mixture of
sheer lust and desperate desire had taken over.

"Do it. Do it. Now!" he pleaded, kneeling astride me
as he spoke. With one hand on my chest, the other
grabbed my copiously leaking cock and pushed it
against my hand, forcing me to take my finger out.
Instantly he sat back, my boner sinking instantly deep
inside him.

"Aaaaaaaaah!" he moaned rapturously, "That's better!"

He opened his eyes wide and looked at me unblinking.
Gently I pushed my hips up and pressed against him,
willing every centimetre of my cock to enter him. In
response, he pushed down, holding my wrists firmly as
he did so. Once we'd got a smooth rhythm going, he
moved my hands up his chest and pressed them against
his solidly erect nipples. I rubbed them between my
fingers, feeling his whole body shiver with delight as
he immersed himself totally in his passion. The effort
of thrusting my hips up and down against his weight
soon exhausted me and I gave up, allowing Garry to
work at his own pace. I stared into his face, his eyes
now closed and his bottom lip gripped firmly between
his teeth. Up and down he bounced, completely
oblivious to the lustful noises he was making. There
was no way could he last long like this, his headlong
rush towards orgasm as unstoppable as an express
train. His anal muscle was spasming viciously against
my cock, masturbating me far better than any hand ever
did. My balls tightened up against my crotch, just at
the same time as his did. I braced myself for the
inevitable. With a last, desperate thrust, he forced
himself down as hard as he could, my cock spewing out
spunk almost angrily in solid, high pressure spurts.
In something of a daze, I watched as Garry's bright
red cock tightened and suddenly ejected a solid stream
of boiling hot jism, shooting way over my head and
landing on the wall above me. Garry let out a
strangled scream and his whole body locked up in
spasm, shaking and shuddering uncontrollably from top
to toe. Used to them as I was, this was spectacular by
any standard. The grip on my wrists was ferocious,
painful in fact, and I stared at him as even his eyes
rolled into his head, only the whites showing. For a
full two or three minutes he sat there, unmoving,
beads of sweat forming on his brow. Then, just as
suddenly as it started, he came to, falling forward
onto my chest, breathing deeply. Knowing better than
to try and talk to him just yet, I covered us over
with the sheet and held him, his head on my shoulder,
waiting for him to come back.

He woke me from my catnap a few minutes later with a
kiss on my neck.
"I did it again, didn't I?" he said, his tiredness
evident in his voice. "And hard."
"Yep," I agreed, "And you scared the shit out of me
again!" I rubbed his hair and grinned.
"Sorry!" he said, unsmiling. "But it was good though.
Really good."
"Yeah, I could tell."

We'd long since got over any embarrassment caused by
his fantastic 'special orgasms', but I for one was
still a little scared by them, fearing that one day
he'd never come down from one of his 'fits'. The only
thing that stopped me from allowing him to go that far
was the fact that I knew he enjoyed them in a weird
sort of way; in his view the better the fit, the
better the sex - and who was I to argue?
"You'll get us thrown out of here, just like the
hotel, one of these days," I grinned, "Either that or
the Police will arrive, thinking I've tried to murder
you or something."
"Bollocks!" he grinned back, "I couldn't care less.
But what a way to go, though!"

It was still fairly early I noticed, not even nine
o'clock yet, nowhere near time for bed. We lay
together, not speaking for a few minutes before I
said, "Want to go out to get something to eat?" I was
hungry, I realised, not having had the time to eat
since we'd got home!

He thought this was a good idea, and after taking a
hurried shower, we dressed and walked into town.
Neither of us wanted a full restaurant-type meal so we
hit the nearest decent pub and had some French fries
and scampi. A couple of glasses of beer to wash it
down with, and we were satisfied.

Chapter Three.

In view of the closeness of our move to Egypt and the
urgency to get things moving I suggested that Garry
skip another day from school and do a little research
for us. Most of the travel arrangements my firm would
organise of course, but we'd need things like work
permits, visas and a whole raft of inoculations. This
was Garry's job for the day, one which he took to with
relish of course. He was going to a party that evening
and wouldn't want to eat just before he went, so we
met for lunch, had a quick chat and went our own ways.

It was almost midnight when he came back. I'd gone to
bed fairly early that night, apart from the fact that
I was feeling tired, I had a good book to read and
wanted to try and finish it. I heard the flat door
open and Garry come in. Yawning, he came into my room
and sat on the edge of the bed to get undressed. I'd
long since stopped trying to make him sleep in his own
room every night - he used it on odd occasions when he
felt unwell, or wanted a bit of peace and quiet, but
mostly he slept with me.

We'd got so accustomed to it that we even had 'our
own' sides of the bed. Leaving just his pants on, he
went to have a wash and clean his teeth before coming
back and removing his pants climbed into bed.

Cuddling up to me, he picked his own book up and
started to read. He'd hardly said a word since he came
in, which I put down to him being tired. I turned to
him, kissed him on the forehead and asked if he'd had
a good time. As I did so, I thought I could smell
something on him; at first I thought it was probably
aftershave or deodorant, but it seemed more feminine
than that somehow.

"What's that?" I grinned, "perfume?"

"Yeah." he said quietly, not looking at me.

It took me five minutes to realise that although he
was looking at his book, he wasn't reading it, not a
single page had been turned since he opened it.
Something wasn't right. I put my book down and turned
on my side to look at him.

"What's wrong?" I said, putting an arm under him.

Moving up closer to me, he rested his head on my chest
and started to talk quietly. Apparently the party had
been a small one, with just a few close friends.
During the evening they'd paired off, leaving Garry
and Anne together.

"We were kissing and cuddling in the living room,"
Garry said, "And she was sort of feeling me all over
with her hand under my shirt. I was doing the same to
her and had my hands, well, you know, up here."

He pressed on my chest to show me what he meant.

"Then I felt her push her hand inside my jeans and
onto my prick. It was really good, and I got hard. I
thought that she wouldn't mind if I did it to her, so
I went inside her knickers and had a feel."
He paused for a moment, thinking.

"Anyway, after a couple of minutes she took me to her
bedroom and we got undressed and into bed."

I felt my cock harden as he described things to me,
picturing them together. She was quite a good-looking
girl I recalled, and was even slightly envious of him.

"Lucky boy!" I whispered.

"No I wasn't," he said softly. "When we tried to do
it, I just couldn't make myself cum. I tried and
tried, but it wouldn't even stay properly hard."

He was on the edge of tears now, as upset as I'd ever
seen him.
"Never mind," I said, "These things happen sometimes.
Don't worry about it. What happened next?"

"We tried for ages, and the only way I could keep it
hard was by thinking of you and me doing it. Then it
got hard and I managed to cum."

I breathed deeply, understanding now what was worrying
him. I kissed him again on the top of his head and
held him tightly. He put his leg over mine and
wriggled so that he was laying half on top of me, his
soft dick laying against mine.

"So? What do you think?" I said, carefully. "Perhaps
it happened because you'd already cum today and
couldn't manage it again. And remember you had a
'special' yesterday as well!"
"No, it isn't that. When I couldn't manage it, I tried
to think of some sexy things to make it happen, and
the first thing that came into my mind was you and me.
John, I've found out that I like doing it more with
you, and Jake, than I do with girls."

There was a pause as we gathered our thoughts. I felt
desperately for him, I'd gone through exactly the same
sort of thing as him. Admittedly, I was a year or two
older, but nevertheless it came as one hell of a shock
to realise which sex I preferred. I told him my story,
which in many respects was just like his, except that
it took me two years of trying to have 'normal' sex
before I really accepted what I was.

"You know, it won't always be like that, Garry." I
said. "You'll find that you can have sex with a girl.
All it takes is the right time and place and things
will just happen, you'll see. In the meantime, you're
lucky you know."

"Lucky? How?"

"Well, we're both the same I think. I like having sex
with you more than anyone else in the world, and it's
always good. We've both had fun with other people, of
both sorts!" I smiled. "But I know I like it better
with men. It's too early for you to be certain about
what you prefer, but I've a damn good idea what it
will be, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess so. It's just that I feel so bad about
it."
"Why bad?" I knew exactly of course, but having gone
this far with the conversation, I thought I'd try and
help him sort himself out.

"Dunno really. It's just because most boys would die
rather than be gay, and they can do it with girls
anytime."

"Yeah, You're right. But we aren't like that are we? I
don't think there's fuck all we can do about the way
we are, and we've got to learn to live with it. In any
case, is it really important at the end of the day?
Surely it's better to understand what sort of person
you are and live round that rather than try and be
someone you aren't?"

This was a new thought to him. I'd long since made my
mind up that my orientation was my own affair, I'd had
sex with girls before, and would probably do so again
some time or other, but it wasn't of supreme
importance. Just now, Garry was all I wanted and
needed, just as it was with him and me.

"Yeah you're probably right. I never think about girls
the way I think about boys."
It was time to end the conversation I thought, he'd
got enough to think about for the time being. There
was just one more thing though.

"Look at me," I whispered, putting a finger under his
chin and lifting his head up. "What did you do as soon
as you came in tonight?"

He thought for a moment, a puzzled expression on his
face.
"Nothing. Had a wash and came to bed. Why?"

"Think. Which bed? And how were you dressed?"

Slowly the light dawned. "Oh yeah."

"You could have gone to your own room and slept there.
You could have got into bed with me, but with your
pants or something on. You could have kept to your own
side of the bed and ignored me. But .....Doesn't that
say something?"

"Right." he smiled slightly, "And there's the other
thing as well."
Now he had me puzzled. "What other thing?"

"You know, about doing 'it' with anyone else."

"Oh, that. Yes. Well, that was our choice wasn't it?
Not that I don't think we're right of course."

He was feeling better now, I could sense his dick
hardening against my thigh.
"No trouble getting it hard now, is there?" I laughed,
grabbing his tool and squeezing it hard.
"Only because you're a dirty old man!" he laughed
back. Leaning into me, he kissed me on the lips
firmly, his tongue working its way into my mouth.

"I love you," he whispered. "More than anyone else in
the world."
We were in danger of becoming mournful again, so I
kissed him back and simply said, "Bollocks! It's just
the sex you love. Not me."
That got me another kiss and a painful squeeze of my
balls. "Piss off!" he grinned.

We slept well that night, mainly because Garry was
tired emotionally as well as physically and I because
I'd had a long day at work: I fell asleep with Garry,
Egypt and lists of things to be done spinning round in
my mind.

The next two weeks flew by; we had a lot to do in a
short a space of time, but somehow we managed to get
things organised. Most of the things we'd bought like
the TV, hifi system and so on we put into storage,
other stuff like the furniture we sold to the landlady
or her friends. As a result, we had an empty,
depressing flat for a few days until I got pissed off
with it and moved us into a motel for a few days. One
last thing we did, at Garry's instigation, was to
write our names on the wall behind a picture: "Garry
and John lived here" we wrote. Let the next occupier
make of that what they will. Whoever it was, we wished
them as good a life as we'd had there.

Our first night in the motel was fun; apart from it
being nice not having to do any cooking or cleaning,
it was comfortable and warm after our couple of days
camping out in our old flat.

"There's only one thing," I said as we lay on the twin
beds watching TV. "We'll have to be quiet in bed.
These walls are paper-thin."

"Who says we're going to make any noise?" Garry said
sleepily. "I've decided to start a new life as of now.
New house, new country, new me. Which means no sex."

I turned to look at him, smiling. "Good. It'll give me
a break, I was getting tired of pretending I liked it
anyway. From now on, you're on your own!"

To prove his point, Garry slid off the bed and
standing in front of the television, started to get
undressed. Deliberately he sort of danced around,
taking one piece of clothing off after another, all
the while staring at me out of the corner of his eye
making sure I was watching. Eventually he was stark
naked, his beautiful body exposed completely. I
couldn't take my eyes off him: he was perfect.
Mentally I compared him with the young boy I'd first
met a life-time ago, nervous, frightened and abused.
Now he was fitter, healthier and a lot happier. What
was a thin, almost waif-like boy with an angelic body,
from the top of his scruffy hair, past his hairless
groin down to the tip of his toes had now grown into a
handsome young man, well muscled and even better
looking than ever if that were possible. His almost
six inch penis nestled in a bush of rapidly growing
curly hair, his dick and balls in perfect proportion
to his body. I felt tears of love starting to flow as
I gazed at him.

"What's wrong?" he frowned, his mood changing
instantaneously. He ran across the room and sat on the
bed beside me, his hands holding mine.

"Nothing. Nothing at all," I said, putting an arm
round his shoulders. "I was just thinking how much
you've changed, how good-looking you are, and how
lucky I am."
He blushed when he heard this and moved to sit on my
lap, but said nothing.
"It'll be alright, living in Cairo, won't it?" he said
quietly. "I mean for you and me."
"Yes, of course. It'll be great fun. Summer all year
round, pyramids, camels, sand, and ....."
"Dickhead! I mean everything will work out, won't it?"
he said, still serious. "It's a bit scary. Not like
going on holiday is it?"

"I'm sure it will be fine, don't worry, everything
will be OK."

I went on to tell him that I'd done a bit of exploring
on the Internet at work, and that I'd found out there
were at least two places he could go to continue his
education if he wanted. There was a British Council
School and there was an American University, both of
which offered academic as well as other courses. It
was also possible that I might be able to unofficially
employ Garry at work. One of the things on my mind was
that he would need occupying for most of the time when
I was at work.
We chatted about all sorts of odds and ends until well
after midnight, mainly about Egypt and what we thought
it would be like. Time wasn't a problem as I'd taken a
couple of days off to finalise things, one of which
was a trip to London to collect our visas and other
paperwork. Garry and I were going there sometime the
next day, but as there was no rush we relaxed.

"I'm hungry," Garry said. A glance at the clock showed
it was a few minutes before 1 am, much to my surprise.
A quick call to Reception confirmed that there was no
food available in the motel, but there was a 24-hour
cafe not too far away. I waited as Garry threw some
clothes on and made himself decent. Ten minutes later
we pulled up at the so-called cafe, which turned out
to be no more than a converted lorry, customers eating
in their vehicles. Grabbing a hot drink and a burger
each, we sat in the car watching the lorries speed
past on the main road. Once we'd finished eating,
Garry turned round in his seat, curled up and put his
head in my lap. Playfully he stuck his thumb in his
mouth and grinned at me. We were instantly back in
time.

"Remember when we went camping?" he said.

I did, and closed my eyes thinking about it. They were
good, happy times. I opened my eyes as I felt Garry
move: I should have known what he was doing. He'd
pushed his hand down his trousers, cupping his cock
and balls just like he used to, a sure sign he was
contented.
"OK, son?" I only called him 'son' when he was in this
sort of mood, it seemed to fit in with his temperament
and he never objected so I assumed he didn't mind.
"Mmmmm, OK, thanks." He wriggled his head around,
trying once again to stimulate my hitherto flaccid
organ into life. It obliged.

"I thought that you'd given sex up?" I said, stroking
his hair.
Removing his thumb for a second, he just said,
"Tomorrow," and stuck it back.

Reluctantly after a few minutes I started the engine
and headed back to our motel. Apart from anything
else, the cafe was surprisingly busy considering the
time and I didn't fancy the idea of being seen with a
15-year old lad in my car at this time of night, not
that we were doing anything wrong of course, it is
just that I didn't need any sort of aggravation just
now.

Once back in our room, we got undressed and after
grabbing a quick wash got into our beds and soon
settled down to sleep, not waking until well after
nine o'clock the following day. After a good breakfast
we caught the midday train to London, spent the
afternoon collecting a pile of paperwork including
travel documents, tickets, visas and the like. An hour
or two shopping followed, and by early evening were
back on the train home. Getting the airline tickets
seemed like the final bridge had been crossed: despite
all the time and effort spent on arranging things,
leaving the flat and so on, having now got the tickets
in our hands, the reality of the situation hit us. We
were actually flying out in two days time. There was
only one thing left to do; well, two really. Firstly,
Garry had to tell his parents that we were leaving
England, and secondly, he wanted to say goodbye to
Jake.

The latter was no real problem. Jake knew we were
leaving Dover, but thought we were going to Exeter
still, we hadn't mentioned Egypt at all. The more
difficult problem was his parents. After a long
discussion, we decided that we'd tell them we were
going on holiday for a couple of weeks, and once there
we could write and tell them that we'd found work and
decided to stay on. That way, neither Garry nor his
parents would feel obliged to meet face to face and
say their goodbyes. That was something even now Garry
wasn't prepared to do, and I'm almost certain that had
they known of our real plans, his parents would be
happier just letting us go without the need to meet
up.

It was the afternoon of the day before we were due to
leave that Garry and Jake got together. We'd met him
in the town and had a good meal together as a sort of
official goodbye thing, I'd then left Garry and Jake
together in our motel room on the pretext that I had
something in town to attend to. It was going to be
very hard for Garry to leave Jake; he was the one true
friend he'd made since leaving home and they'd shared
a lot together. It was one thing when we were planning
to move to Exeter, there was a possibility, however
remote, that they could still meet up once in a while,
but now there was next to no chance they would ever
meet again, at least in the foreseeable future.
What was said, and what happened during those two
hours they were together, I never really found out,
and never asked. All I know is that when I did get
back, they were just getting dressed and the bed had
obviously been used, both were very quiet and
withdrawn. Things brightened up a little when Jake
came up with the idea that they could still keep in
touch through the internet, something which hadn't
occurred to me. That cheered them up, and with the
remarkable ability teenagers have of changing moods
instantly, they were in a far better temperament when
I dropped Jake off at home later.


Chapter Four.

Tonight was to be our last night in England, our
flight was due to leave at eight am tomorrow morning,
which means checking in at six, which means leaving
Dover at four. It was going to be a long day. Neither
of us minded the early start so much, I doubt if we
could've slept much anyway - what was at the back of
my mind was the twelve or more hours we would be
travelling before we arrived in Cairo.

I was thinking about this when Garry and I were having
a late meal in the motel restaurant; we'd deliberately
left it until the last minute and were the only ones
still eating when it closed for the night. The waiter
was making our lateness painfully obvious by hanging
about our table, whisking the empty plates away almost
before we'd finished eating. Normally I would have
complained, but under the circumstances I thought
better of it. Instead, Garry and I, bowing to the
incessant pressure finished the meal and went to our
room.

Luckily there was a half-way decent horror film on the
in-house video and it wasn't long before we were
laying on our beds waiting for it to start. Glancing
at my watch, I decided there was just enough time to
get a quick shower before it started. I stripped off
completely, dropping my clothes where I stood. Garry,
I noticed was watching me as I undressed: there was
nothing unusual in that, he'd seen me hundreds of
times do the same thing and I wasn't in the least
embarrassed about it. In an odd sort of way, I
actually enjoyed it, but don't ask me why. Anyway, I
hurried the shower through and wrapped a towel round
me as I went back into the room. By this time Garry
had also got undressed and was laying on top of the
bed, watching the TV and holding his soft cock in his
hand. I grinned at him and lay on my bed, leaving the
towel where it was. As the film started, Garry got up
and turned the overhead lights off with the comment
that it would be more fun watching it in the dark.
Instead of going back to his own bed, he squeezed up
tightly with me.

"That's better!" he said as he wrapped himself round
me, giving me a kiss on the cheek. It was a tight
squeeze, the two of us on a motel-style single bed,
but we managed. It helped when the towel was removed
as for a while we cuddled together, chest to chest,
with Garry's knee pressed gently against my balls. We
kissed deeply and tenderly for ages, the film
forgotten as we embraced each other passionately for
the last time on English soil.

Garry wriggled free of our hugging for a moment and
lay on his back, inviting me to cover him. More than
willing to oblige, I stretched out, laying our cocks
side -by-side as I leaned in to resume our kissing. He
was in a good mood, thoroughly enjoying himself and
totally immersed in our love-making. It was
wonderfully erotic, accepting and returning his
passion - for a boy as young as he was, he could
certainly arouse deep and powerful desires, and
managed to do it somehow whilst still maintaining that
indefinable aura of naiveté and innocence.

Talking of innocence, that finger worming its way into
my butt was anything but innocent! It slid in easily
and was immediately joined by a second. I gasped as he
found my prostrate and pressed it gently, my cock
giving an involuntary throb as he did so and leaking
even more pre-cum. Slowly I started to slide my body
up and down his, massaging our dicks between us, he
moaned softly as I kissed him, wrapping his free arm
round my neck and pulling me tight, our tongues
fighting for space in warm, moist mouths.

I was being driven towards my orgasm as quickly as
ever I was, and I'm sure that Garry was even closer
than I was, given his passion. Forcing ourselves apart
for a second, I kissed him on the forehead and
whispered, "take it easy, remember where we are. Let's
slow down a bit."
He pulled a comical face, stuck his tongue out and
replied, "I don't give a fuck!"
"Exactly!" I grinned, "but ease up anyway."

"I'm OK, honestly. I've cum once today with Jake and I
didn't loose it then."
I looked at him quizzically.

"Yeah. I let him fuck me. Hope you don't mind, but I
shan't be seeing him again and I just sort of thought
he'd like it."

Oddly enough, despite our agreement, I didn't mind
that much. I appreciated how much he liked Jake and
how much he'd miss him, and under the circumstances I
was glad they'd done it, for both their sakes.

"No, that's OK, if that was what you both wanted. Was
it OK?"
Shit! I shouldn't have asked that, and regretted it as
soon as the words left my mouth. It was nothing to do
with me in a sense, and Garry had every right to be
pissed off with me.
"Sorry," I said, "I shouldn't have said that. Forget
it."

"S'OK," he said, "It was good. At least eventually
anyway!" He giggled as he remembered. "It took him
ages to get it in, it kept bending or he'd miss my
hole. I started laughing at him and he got really
pissed off with me. Then he got it in and he was OK
then."
"Good." I said, simply, before kissing him again. By
now I was really rampant, the image of Jake's dick up
Garry was one I liked, having fucked them both. I wish
I'd've been there.
"Can I, you know, do you?" he whispered.

Nodding my agreement we switched places, hardly
breaking our kiss.
He lifted my legs up to his shoulders and shuffled
himself closer, holding his pre-cum soaked cock with
one hand. I felt him touch me and relaxed my sphincter
as he eased himself in; without a pause he sank deep
down inside, not stopping until his balls rested
against mine. He sighed as he rested for a moment,
savouring the moment.

"Wonderful!" he mouthed, and slowly he started to fuck
me.

For once he managed to keep control of himself. Once
or twice I felt him start to speed up, but he
restrained himself with an obvious effort, and slowed
down. He concentrated on pulling his dick out just far
enough to stimulate his cockhead, then pushing down
slowly, enjoying every sensuous second of it: twice I
was aware that he almost came, but succeeded in
stopping himself. I was holding my own cock all this
time, desperately trying to hold my own orgasm back
for as long as I could.

It was only because I felt Garry's cock swell up
slightly inside me that I knew he was about to come;
he kept the same, rhythmic pace up perfectly, the only
outward sign being a biting of his lower lip and a
contorted grimace on his face. I released my own prick
and shot my spunk out with much-needed relief. Garry
shot volley after volley of his sperm inside me, each
one being accompanied by a hard thrust and a stifled
moan: no one would have guessed it was his second
today!
I was watching him carefully for any signs of a
spectacular fit, and when I saw him tense up, quickly
pulled him down on to me and hugged him tightly,
burying his head on my shoulder just in case.
Thankfully, there was no need. He was still
semi-comatose though, and breathing hard, but he was
OK.

He nibbled on my ear playfully as he came round and
tickled inside it making me laugh.
"Thanks. I needed that!" he whispered, taking hold of
my now limp prick and massaging the last few drops of
cum from it.

"Me too," I answered. "That was awesome. And quiet," I
giggled.
"Yeah," he sighed, "But knackering, I didn't think I
could do it."

We cuddled up once more, Garry resting his head on my
chest as usual. I was just about to nod off when Garry
leaned up, pecked me on the lips and whispered
sleepily, "That's more fun than doing it with Anne. I
didn't have any bother keeping it hard this time!"
Within seconds he was sleeping soundly.


Chapter Five.

The flight to Cairo was stressful; at least the
tedious checking in at Heathrow and clearing
immigration in Cairo were, extremely so in fact. I'd
read about the more and more stringent checking-in
procedures at airports, particularly Arab-country
bound ones, but they'd never really impacted on me
until today. We were stopped and questioned at least
five times in England before boarding the aircraft,
and four more times before leaving Cairo airport.
Thankfully the flight itself was OK apart from one
amusing incident.

Garry and I were travelling 'Club Class', thanks to a
generous employer and had plenty of space and good
food to eat. Although we were both tired, we were too
excited to sleep properly and cat-napped in between
reading and eating. At one point, Garry nudged me in
the ribs and nodded down to the obvious erection
tenting out his jeans. I grinned at him and whispered
in his ear, "It's the vibrations to that. It always
happens to me when I'm driving!" This remark,
something we used to joke about in our early days,
made him giggle. It wasn't long before he excused
himself and headed off to the toilet. Ten minutes
later he was back, slightly flushed - hopefully I was
the only one who knew why.
I grinned at him as he sat down again, but said
nothing except, "Better now?"
Completely unfazed with my comment, he leaned over and
cupping my ear in his cupped hands whispered, "I've
just joined the mile-high club. Or at least the
half-mile one anyway, you weren't there! Does it count
if I was thinking of you?"

I stifled a laugh, took a quick look round to check if
anyone was watching and gave his now soft penis a firm
rub through his jeans. "Now it counts."

Garry folded the table down in front of me and placed
an opened magazine on it. He then moved as close to me
as the seats permitted and slid his hand between my
thighs. We pretended to be reading the magazine
together just in case anyone should look at us. Within
seconds he had my zip down and my flaccid dick out. I
kept my eyes peeled for any approaching trouble as he
started to jerk me off under the table. It wasn't long
before I shuddered in my seat, bit my lip trying to
stifle a moan and shot my load into Garry's hand.
Giving me an evil leer, he slowly brought his hand
back and very slowly cleaned himself up with a paper
napkin. I fastened my zip and stuck my tongue out at
him slightly, grinning.

"That's two half-milers," he said smiling.

"Go for broke, why don't you?" I whispered. "I'm sure
he'd help you out anytime." I nodded in the direction
of a steward who we both noticed had been eyeing Garry
up ever since we left London. He wasn't unattractive,
but not my type and I knew Garry wasn't interested in
other men in the slightest.
But he surprised me by getting out of his seat and
approaching the steward. They had a brief
conversation, of which I never heard a single word,
but I saw the steward colour up and with trembling
fingers adjust his tie. A few seconds later, Garry
returned to his seat, grinning broadly and a visibly
disturbed steward disappear into the galley.

"What the hell did you say to him?" I asked.

"Nothing much," he giggled. "I just asked him how high
we were flying."
"And?" I replied, now feeling slightly nervous having
half an idea what was coming next.
"He said 33 000 feet, and I asked him how many miles
that was. He said about six. That's all."
I raised my eyebrows questioningly; there had to be
more.

"Well. There was just one more thing I asked him."
Garry giggled and even had the grace to blush
slightly. "I asked him what I had to do to qualify for
the Mile High Club friends had told me about, and did
I get a certificate for it."

No wonder the steward had taken off: I could just
imagine Garry's angelic innocence as he asked the
questions, supposedly not having a clue what he was
talking about.

The remainder of the flight was thankfully uneventful,
in fact we dozed for most of it having not had a great
deal of sleep the night before. We were rudely awoken
however when we landed. The heat of Egypt could be
felt even before the 'planes doors were open, and when
they were the instantaneous rise in air temperature
hit us like a blast furnace. Even the ride to the
terminal in the service bus was incredibly hot - the
thing wasn't even air-conditioned, and a hundred or so
sweating bodies trapped in a closed bus was hell, even
for the ten-minute journey to the arrivals buildings.

It took over an hour to clear the airport: more
baggage checks, more visa and passport checks, and
even a body search. To add insult to injury we even
had to pay ten dollars airport tax for the privilege!

The other shock we had was that all the soldiers and
policemen knocking about the place were wandering
around in pairs, more often than not holding hands,
with their rifles conveniently slung nonchalantly over
opposing shoulders. Assuming that they weren't all
gay, I guessed rightly that it was accepted practice
in this part of the world. Garry saw them at the same
time as I did, gave me a nervous smile and edged
closer to me. I decided not to hold his hand.

It was Garry who spotted our driver at the barrier, a
swarthy unshaven man holding up a crudely hand-written
piece of paper with my name on it. Wisely, we were to
stay in a hotel for a couple of days until we'd
re-orientated ourselves and got acclimatised.

Cairo has a fair number of international-standard
hotels, most of which are new and it was to one of
those that Garry and I were taken. Surprisingly, it
was way across the other side of the city, about an
hours drive away. The driver explained in broken
English that apart from it being one of the best
hotels Cairo has to offer, it was chosen mainly
because it was convenient to the office I was to work
in.

The Mena House-Oberoi Hotel is magnificent. From the
outside it looks like an enormous Indian palace,
transposed to the pyramids at Giza. The wide sweep of
the drive from the gated entrance wound round an
enormous ornamental fountain before passing the
entrance. There was a flight of marble steps leading
into a beautiful glittering foyer, milling with
liveried staff and expensively dressed guests. Garry
and I felt definitely out of place as we checked in
and couldn't wait to get to our room and change.
Fortunately the formalities didn't take long and
within five minutes we were being led to our room.

The room was just as intricately ornate as the rest of
the hotel, once again Indian-style. It was also
air-conditioned which was a relief. The only slight
problem was that there was only one bed, albeit an
enormous one, but only the one nevertheless. I
couldn't be bothered to do anything about it, and the
bell-boy didn't seem to notice the problem so I let it
go. Garry and I were simply pleased to be able to cool
down and gather our thoughts.

The first thing we wanted was a shower and a change of
clothes, and after exploring the room for a minute or
two, unpacked our suitcases and searched out some more
comfortable attire before heading for the bathroom. In
keeping with the rest of the building, it was enormous
and well-appointed, gleaming with imitation gold
fittings and ornate decor. Garry and I stripped off
and hit the shower together, wallowing under the jets
of lovely hot water. I don't know who planned the
facilities, but I must admit he did a good job - there
was enough room in the shower for an entire family,
never mind just the two of us, and we took full
advantage of it. Once refreshed we lay on the bed and
dozed for a while, catching up on some much-needed
rest.

The time difference of two hours didn't affect us too
much, and it was two hungry men who appeared in the
restaurant at what would have been more or less our
dinner time in the UK anyway. There were of course
several choices of restaurants: we elected to eat
Indian, postponing the delicacies of the Egyptian food
until we were sure what it was we were eating! It was,
as you would expect, a delicious meal, served in
admirable surroundings with an attentive staff. It was
one of the best meals we'd ever had we decided, Egypt
was definitely looking OK. It was even better when we
took a stroll round the area after dinner and explored
the pyramids, just a hundred yard walk up the steep
hill beside the hotel. Even in the moonlight, they
were spectacular and must be even more so in daylight.
We were dissuaded from venturing too far into the area
though by a bevy of armed policemen who appeared from
nowhere, and although they never actually said
anything, made it quite clear that we weren't too
welcome at that time of day.

The temperature hadn't seemed to change in the
slightest, Garry and I noticed - it was a
characteristic of the local climate we were to find
out later that the day-time and night-time
temperatures didn't change very much. Feeling a little
tacky again, we returned to the hotel and the coolness
of our room.

Once more we stripped off and lay on the bed together,
this time watching the in-house video film as we
relaxed. It was late by the time the film finished,
but neither of us were especially tired as we'd been
cat-napping all day. Whilst we were waiting for the
start of the next film, Garry moved across the bed and
cuddled up alongside me. I put an arm round him and
kissed him on the forehead.

"What do you think of it so far?" I said.

"S'OK. Bloody hot though isn't it." he replied.

"Yeah, but I suppose we'll get used to it eventually."

"Hope so," he answered.

I turned over to face him and looked him up and down,
stroking his hair as I did so.

He smiled at me gently and said, "What you doin'?"

"Nothing. Just looking at you."

He smiled again, slightly embarrassed. He knew what I
was doing and why I was doing it. Even after all the
time we'd been together I still couldn't believe that
he and I - well, you know. I still found him
incredibly attractive and never tired of just looking
at him, especially when he was naked.

"Piss off, you're just jealous of my body!"

I leaned over him, grasped his hitherto soft prick and
balls in my hand and kissed him deeply. He responded
by giving me his tongue and wrapping his arms round
me, forcing us closer together.

"Mmmmmm," he mumbled as his cock started to harden.

Once more the video was forgotten as we concentrated
on each other: we'd spent what seemed a lifetime
travelling today, and although we'd been together all
the time, there had been very little time just being
alone together. I sighed as I made myself more
comfortable and nestled as close as I could to him.

"That's much better," I said as I kissed him again.

He returned the kiss and gently held my tool as he too
sprawled out on the bed with me.
As we caressed and fondled each other I explained what
I knew of our immediate future. Firstly I was being
picked up sometime tomorrow to go into work and meet
the other staff, and also to go and have a look at the
flat they'd provided for us. I wasn't at all sure
where Garry would fit in to these plans, I hoped that
he would be able to spend the day with me, but that
was very much down to the manager.

Garry said that he didn't mind being left alone too
much, as long as he knew I wasn't too far away. In any
case we had our mobile 'phones.

"Do they work here?" Garry asked.

I hadn't thought of that: I just assumed they would.
We paused for a while whilst we rang each other;
fortunately they worked and we breathed a sigh of
relief: that was one problem less.

"Enough of that!" Garry grinned as he dropped the
phone on the floor, "Give me a kiss!"

We resumed our comfortable positions and took up from
where we left off. It wasn't long before Garry took my
cock in his mouth and started to give me a tender,
loving BJ. When I tried to return the favour, he
glanced up at me and shook his head: "Later," he said
hurriedly and went back to my cock. I could tell he
was in a good mood as he settled down to enjoy
himself. I reached down and grasped his erection in my
hand, feeling its warm and silky softness. As he
swirled his tongue lasciviously in and around my
foreskin, I closed my eyes and let myself be
exquisitely pleasured.

He was good at this, mainly because he enjoyed giving
BJ's as much as getting them and it wasn't long before
I was thrashing about the bed as he tickled the most
sensitive area of my now hot, throbbing cock. He had
one hand massaging the base of my dick and the other
lightly fingering my balls: the combination of his
delicate hands and his wonderful tongue soon brought
me to the precipice. Garry sensed that I was about to
blow and sat up, putting his legs either side of me.
With the barest pause, he pressed my saliva and
pre-cum lubricated tool against his waiting hole and
pushed himself down.

"Aaaaaahhhhhh!" he exhaled. Closing his eyes and
opening his mouth, he slowly sank down until he was
sat on my groin, my dick buried deep inside him.

I started to fuck him. But he pressed down on my chest
with his hands and whispered, "No, wait. Let's wait a
bit."

He toyed with my nipples, tweaking and twisting them
erotically until they were just as hard as our pricks.
Once in a while he would clench his butt cheeks
together and lift up just the slightest bit, giving me
the most incredible feeling ever. It got even better
when he wriggled about a bit, pressing my dick against
his prostate and producing an ecstatic moan from my
lover. Reaching round I grasped his leaking cock in my
fingers and very slowly started to wank him off. There
was no objection this time and I concentrated on
trying to give him as much pleasure as he was giving
me. I swiped a bit of his pre-cum up with my fingers
and licked it off. A second swipe I offered to him,
which he took greedily, grinning at me all the while.

My whole body seemed to be on fire as he started to
fuck me, lifting up and sliding down delightfully
slowly at first, but as he got more and more excited,
speeding up. Opening his eyes he locked his gaze on
mine and we looked deep into each other's eyes as he
began to work himself up and down the full length of
my shaft. As he got faster I worked his beautiful cock
at the same time, feeling its pulsating shaft under my
fingers but not taking my eyes away from his for a
second. He shook his head, throwing his hair out of
his eyes and flicking beads of sweat off his forehead,
then began to buck and thrust desperately. He'd
managed to restrain himself so far but now he'd past
the point of no return and was frantically clenching
his butt cheeks against my cock, bouncing up and down
on my groin, and somehow or other even managing to
thrust his well-swollen dick in and out of my fist.
His eyes were now closed and his face contorted in a
mask of sheer sexual lust. Three - four - five times
he moaned out loud before he stiffened up and shot as
big a load as I'd ever seen him do: with a force that
would have done credit to a fire hose, he ejaculated
bullets of cum which shot over my head somewhere. I'd
no idea where they landed for by now I was in the
throes of a massive cum myself, forcing my dick as
hard and deep into him as I could, my love-tool
ejecting my cum achingly powerfully into his guts.

With a last almost despairing moan and a guttural
scream, he shot his last pellet of cum and collapsed.

Immediately he began to shake and shiver once again,
his eyes glazed and his brow dripping with
perspiration. For nearly five minutes he shuddered and
jerked in my arms as he worked himself through his
fit. Lovingly I held on to him, stroking his back and
face as he breathed raggedly, his now moist but soft
dick pressing into my stomach.

He was OK I knew, but I couldn't help but be concerned
for him until he opened his eyes slightly, gave up the
attempt to focus on me and smiled weakly instead.

"That was fucking good!" he managed to breath out,
"Fucking marvellous!"

I was relieved to hear him speak and kissed him softly
on the lips, giving him a comforting squeeze at the
same time. He smiled at me again, kissed me in return
and closed his eyes once more. Nestling into my side,
head on my chest, he stuck a thumb into his mouth and
with a last, satisfied smile dozed off. I lay for a
few minutes, still caressing his adorable body, and
thanking the gods for giving me such a cute, wonderful
companion. I could easily have wept with happiness.


Chapter Six.

The following day went quite well all things
considered. Garry and I were collected by the manager
and taken to the office which was on the ground floor
of an office block on the main road between Cairo and
the pyramids. Once I'd met the staff, which I
discovered was about half and half British/Egyptian,
the manager, Dave, took us to our flat.

It was enormous, and well furnished I was glad to
note, even down to the Hifi system and television.

Dave explained that the flat was rented fully
furnished, which locally meant everything except the
bedding, and there was even some of that just in case
we hadn't brought any, which of course we hadn't. It
was lunchtime by then, and Dave had a slight surprise
for us. He told us that in Egypt, most businesses
closed down for the afternoon, from about two o'clock,
and re-opened early evening until about eight or nine
o'clock. My first thought was that I didn't like that
idea very much, my second being that I guess I have to
get used to it. He went on the explain that he would
look after things in the evenings if I would agree to
'man the ship' during the afternoons. I readily agreed
to this, thanking him.

For lunch, we went to a local hotel, sort of. It was
purely Egyptian, well off the tourist route. I think
'informal' would be the best way to describe it.
Certainly cleanliness wasn't a priority, but the food
and drink proved to be good and cheap. Dave smiled as
he said that we'd better get used to the local food as
quickly as possible as we'd be eating a lot of it! I
looked at his sideways as he told me that undoubtedly
Garry and I would undergo a period of "Gyppy Tummy"
before we became used to the change in diet, but once
we'd overcome the 'problem', we'd be alright. Garry
and I looked at each other, Garry saying that the food
couldn't possibly be worse than my cooking, especially
when we were camping!

After we'd eaten, Dave took us back to the flat and
left us to sort ourselves out. His last words before
departing were that he would collect us from the Mena
House the following morning and bring us back here to
unpack.

We explored our new home together. It was a roof-top
flat with a big patio and barbecue stand, three
bedrooms, large living room/lounge, bathroom and
kitchen. The place wasn't air-conditioned, but Dave
had pointed out that in many ways it was better not as
we then became acclimatised to the local weather much
better. His belief was that constantly going in and
out of air-conditioned buildings into the heat of
Cairo day after day made one ill, or at least
susceptible to colds and so on. On reflection, I had
to agree he was probably right.

Anyway, Garry and I made ourselves a hot drink as we
re-arranged the furniture slightly to suit ourselves.

"What about the bedrooms?" Garry asked looking at me
blankly, not giving me a clue as to what he was
thinking.

Unlike Dover, I reasoned, we were free now to do just
as we wished in that respect. We were unlikely to have
many visitors here who would question our sleeping
arrangements, much less question our relationship. I
looked at him and asked him what he would like to do.
"Dunno really," he said. "I don't want to be by
myself, at least not yet anyway, and I think it'll be
too hot sleeping together in one bed, won't it?" There
was just a hint of the old, nervous Garry there as he
said this, which I could fully understand.

"OK, then. How about putting two single beds in one
room?" I suggested.

He grinned broadly at me and replied that that was
just he was thinking.
I gave him a knowing look and winked. "So be it then."

Once more we re-arranged the furniture to our taste
and took a good look round the apartment. The more I
looked, the better I liked it. Deciding that we'd done
as much as we could here for the time being, we locked
the door and went in search of a taxi to take us back
to our hotel.

It was late afternoon by now and we were hot and
sticky again. It was Garry who spotted the sign
pointing out the way to the hotel swimming pool, and
dashed off to explore. I waited in the cafe with a cup
of coffee for his return, watching the world go by and
thinking about the future. Ten minutes later and he
came bouncing through the doors to the cafe, his face
wreathed in smiles.

"It's brilliant!" he gasped out, "Come and see!"

Leaving my unfinished coffee, I followed as he
retraced his steps back to the pool. He was right: it
was good. It was half indoors and half out, appeared
to be of Olympic size, with loads of palms trees and
other plants surrounding it as well as a cafeteria
along one edge. There were about twenty people using
it, and there was still masses of room to spare.
Mostly they were children of various ages, with just
the occasional adult. There was also a life-guard I
was pleased to note.

"Can we?" Garry said excitedly, his eyes shining
bright.

"Of course, let's go change."

Minutes later we were back on the pool-side, staring
longingly at the water. Before I could do anything
about getting in, Garry gave me a slight push on the
back and I was in, closely followed by my tormentor.
The water was perfect and we swam a few lengths before
sitting down on the edge of the pool watching the
others enjoy themselves. Garry, unlike me, seemed to
have boundless energy, and was soon back in the water
burning off some of his excess energy. Leaving him to
his own devices, I let my eyes wander round the pool.
Of the other kids in the water, I guessed that most of
them were hotel residents, but there were a few who
were obviously local as their colour and language
demonstrated. And they were all boys, aged from about
seven or eight up to 16 or so I judged. Two of them in
particular attracted my attention. Olive-skinned,
black-haired and about 13 or 14 years old, they had
magnificent bodies, heightened by their very brief
Speedo-type costumes. They were playing tag in the
shallow end, the water lapping up to their groins. I
couldn't help but stare at their packages: both were
well-endowed, with bulges that seemed enormous
compared with the brevity of their costumes. They
weren't in the slightest bit embarrassed when they
caught me staring at them, even gave me a little wave
and smile before returning to their game. I continued
to gaze at them, fascinated.
"Boywatching, huh?" Garry said as he sat beside me. I
looked at him, blushing. He dropped a towel in my lap
and said quietly, "You'd better keep that there until
it goes down."
"Sorry," I said, "I was just watching them for
something to do."
"Liar!" he grinned, "I know just what you were
thinking." Then, after a pause he added thoughtfully,
"Wonder if they do or don't?"

I was about to ask him what he meant, when it suddenly
dawned on me. I gave him a wry grin and offered him my
towel. "Need this?"

"Naah, Not yet anyway. Nice aren't they," he said as
he surreptitiously adjusted his slightly swollen cock.

For the next half-hour we boy-watched, comparing notes
as we picked one boy out and then another and trying
to guess whether they 'did or didn't'. We had to stop
eventually though as we both got boners which were
more prominent that was proper and had to get into the
water to hide them. Garry was in a playful mood
however, and after the third time he grabbed my balls
I had to give his quite a hard squeeze before asking
him to give it a rest. Without apology, he swam across
to the other side of the pool and stared at me, poking
his tongue out at me once in a while and nodding in
the direction of some boy or other. I couldn't stay
mad at him for long, and he knew it. He rejoined me
once I'd grinned back at him.

"Jake would love it here," he said wistfully, his
thoughts obviously following the same track as mine.
He held my hand for a moment and gave it a quick
squeeze.
"It'll be OK, promise," I said. "You'll soon make
friends once we've settled down."

What with one thing and another we were very busy for
the next ten days: at least I was anyway. I was
getting used to the country, settling in to the new
job and getting the flat organised. Garry was busy
exploring Cairo. I was worried at first about him
wandering about the city alone, but once we'd
established a few ground rules about when and where he
went, about what he did and so on, it seemed to work
out. He discovered two things which were important as
far as he was concerned: firstly that the British
Council offered a variety of educational courses which
he was interested in, and also that most expatriates
belonged to 'Sporting Clubs'. These were really
hang-overs from the old days when Cairo was host to a
big community of foreign workers and each had a club
which catered for their particular sports and other
interests. Nowadays, although they foreigners were not
as numerous, the clubs still remained and offered a
wide range of activities, including restaurants and
shops for the families of residents. One big advantage
they had was that parents could be sure that their
offspring could be left there in complete safety and
security whilst they were are work. They could also
meet friends there and spend the day swimming or
playing tennis or something like. I enrolled Garry and
I at the nearest one to us, the Cairo Racing Club. In
years gone by, it was the horse racing track, but that
had long since disappeared, to be replaced by one of
the newer and better ex-patriate clubs.

I was lucky enough to be earning what in local terms
was a very good salary, and this had several distinct
advantages. Firstly it meant that we ate out most of
the time, usually in a nearby bar, or at the club. The
meals weren't first class of course, but they were
wholesome and plentiful: and it meant that neither
Garry or I would be subjected to our own cooking,
which left a great deal to be desired, even at the
best of times. The second thing it meant was that we
could afford to employ a sort of maid-cum-housekeeper.
For only a few pounds a week she would take care of
the pair of us, cleaning, washing and so on, and even
making the odd meal once in a while for us. She even
spoke a little basic English which made our lives a
damn sight easier!

One of the odd things which took some getting used to
was the split weekend. Egypt, being an Islamic country
of course, took its holiday on Fridays. There was also
another holiday on Sundays as a large proportion of
the population was Christian. Hence the working week
was from Monday to Thursday, and Saturday. Strange in
some ways, but good when you got used to it. I relaxed
a lot more when Garry enrolled at the Council for some
Art and language courses. He was a good artist and
took full advantage of the facilities they offered. He
even enrolled on an Arabic course, which whilst hard
work, proved to be a good one which we both benefited
from. The patio was a God-send. We were high enough
not to be overlooked by anyone and once we'd got the
domestic situation properly set up, moved one of the
spare beds out there and used it as a lounger. We had
some very pleasant evenings barbecuing out there and
sharing a beer or two. As I mentioned before, the
temperature between day and night never varied much,
and we even slept out there several times when it got
too hot to be indoors. It was Garry of course who
introduced another activity.

I came home from work one afternoon to find no Garry.
I assumed he was out somewhere and wasn't unduly
concerned so I picked up a cold Seven-Up and went on
the patio. To my surprise, Garry was already out there
working, his art books spread out on the table. It
wasn't the fact that he was working which took me by
surprise, it was the fact that he was naked apart from
his underwear. It hadn't occurred to me before that
this was an ideal place to sunbathe. He'd even moved
the big electric fan out there to keep him cool!

"Hiya, Tiger! Comfortable?" I grinned as I stripped
off my shirt.

"Yeah, thanks," he smiled back at me. "You OK?"

"Yeah. Want a drink?" I asked, waving my bottle at
him.

"Yes, please." he said, closing his books.

When I got back with the drink, he picked up a big art
book and came to sit with me on the bed/lounger. The
book was one about Greek sculpture, obviously
connected with his course work, and we skimmed through
it together as we drank.

"I wish I could do that," he said, pointing at a
beautifully carved statute of some Greek god or other.
"Must've taken years to do that."

He was right of course, the work was brilliant and
even looked good two thousand years after it was done.
Most of the statues were nude of course, and mostly
male.
"You know when we studied Greek sculpture at school,
all the statutes had fig leaves or something over
their bits," he put his finger on a God's penis to
emphasise his point, "and I always thought that's the
way they were made. It says here, though, that they
were put on by the Victorians when they took then to
England so's not to offend anybody! I didn't know
that"

"Neither did I," I admitted. "What are the other
books?"

"Oh, paintings and so on. Wanna see?"

He collected another big book and opened it. They were
Greek and Roman friezes and paintings, much the same
as the sculptures, but being in colour were more
interesting.

"They seem to have a thing about nudity," I grinned,
"And men."

"Yeah. Good aren't they. Not very lifelike though.
Most of them have got real small ones"

"No they're not small," I said, "You're just lucky in
the people you've met."

He grinned at me and stuck his tongue out. "I was
sunbathing just before you came in," he said.

"Yeah, I know. I can see." I took the elastic of his
undies and gave them a little twang.

"Without anything on." he added quietly, looking
straight at me.

Automatically I stared around the building, and
breathed a sigh of relief when I confirmed that no one
could see us.

"I hope you used sun block, a sunburnt Garry Junior
would be very painful I imagine," I laughed, resting a
hand on his manhood. He winced. "You're joking!" I
laughed, managing to half stifle it.

He didn't smile. "It's bloody sore!" he said, "I gotta
take these off before I die!"

He dropped his pants just as fast as he could and
stood there in front of me, the cause of his problem
blindingly obvious. From his waist down to the top of
his thighs was bright, glowing red. It looked
extremely raw and tender, and funny. Experimentally I
touched his thigh with a fingertip. He winced again as
I made contact.

"Dickhead!" I grinned, "You should've known better.
That bit of you hasn't seen sunlight in years, it's
gotta be sensitive!"

"Well. I never thought. It seemed a good idea at the
time." He managed a slight smile this time, but was in
distinct pain nevertheless.

I told him to wait there whilst I fetched the sunburn
creme. "You gonna do it or shall I?"

"You do it." he said.

Spreading a copious amount on my hand, I started to
smooth the ointment in, starting at his waist and
covering every square inch of his brightness.

"Turn round," I asked as I took some more creme. I
moved to his butt cheeks, which weren't anywhere near
as burnt as his front - he must've been laying on his
back, I mused as I finished the job. Playfully I stuck
a couple of creamed fingers into his butt and wriggled
them about.
"How deep shall I go?" I giggled.

"Piss off!" he said, feeling better already. "Leave it
alone."

"OK, then. Turn round."

He turned to face me and put his hands on my shoulders
waiting for me to start. Once again I started at his
waist, worked down his legs and left the 'delicate'
bits until last. I put one last splodge of creme on my
fingers and wiped it down his semi-hard dick.

"This's gonna be interesting," I said, smiling up at
him as I started to rub the creme in.

He close his eyes and bit his lips as I started. I
felt him take a deep breath and hold it as I massaged
his dick: he was trying his damnedest not to get hard,
and succeeded for the most part. At least he did until
I got to his balls, then he gave up. I watched as his
tool expanded more and more as I deliberately rubbed
more and more creme into him.

"This's gonna be out of action for a few days," I
said, trying to be as serious as I could, but failing
miserably and giving his tender member a very slight
squeeze.

"Bollocks!" he said. He was smiling slightly, but knew
it was true.

He lay down on the lounger beside me and was just
about to put his head in my lap when he stood up
again, grabbed me by the wrists and said, "Come on,
your turn."

I looked at him questioningly. "What?"

"Sunbathing. Like me."

"No way, Jose," I said, "I don't want my meat to be
roasted!"

"Please?" he begged, "I'll put some sunblock on for
you."

That, of course was why he wanted me to join him. I
only made a slight gesture of annoyance with him: he
knew I'd give in sooner or later anyway, who could
resist? I stripped off as he retrieved the block and
was laid back when he returned.

"Back first," he commanded, so I turned over.

I must admit, the sensation was truly fantastic. I'd
only ever been massaged properly a couple of times in
my life, and never as sensuously as this. Alternately
using his fingers lightly and his palms with more
pressure he spread the creme all round my butt and
thighs.

"Turn over," he said at last.

I did so, my boner springing up immediately.

He never said a word, he didn't need to. A wicked leer
spread across his face as he squeezed creme onto his
hand.

"We're gonna enjoy this," he giggled as he knelt down
by my side.

My God! Did I enjoy it! The combination of the
cooling, silky smooth creme, his fingers flitting
about my groin and the sight of his still erect cock
was way too much for me. I moaned as he made sure I
was well and truly sun-blocked, going over each area a
good more times than was needed, but who was I to
object? He gazed at my swollen dick and balls lovingly
as he administered the creme, fondling them as much as
anything else. He replaced the cap on the bottle of
creme, set it on one side and continued with the
massage, his face getting closer and closer to my
cock.

'Go on, go on,' I thought to myself, 'Don't stop now.
Go on'.

I closed my eyes and gritted my teeth, wishing that he
would either take my cock in his mouth now or give up
playing with me. For a full five minutes he teased me,
sometimes taking his hand away, leaving my dick waving
and pulsating in the air like a thing possessed, then
grasping it again and holding it firmly as he moved
his hand slowly up and down.

'Bastard!' I thought, 'He knows exactly what he's
doing to me. I'll kill him!'.

Just as I was about to scream out with frustration, he
suddenly took my dick it his mouth and sucked as hard
as he could, using his fingers to masturbated me at
the same time. I was already near to bursting point
before he started, and once I felt his tongue round my
shaft, I lost it completely. With desperate,
frustrated thrusts I lifted off the bed and sank my
dick as far down his throat as I could, instantly
spewing out a massive load of love juice down his
gullet. It was wonderfully releasing for me and I dug
my fingers into his hair as I forced him down as much
as I could. Manfully he swallowed almost every drop of
what must have been a gallon of cum, even squeezing my
dick and balls to get at the last precious drops.
Still he kept sucking, licking my now softening dick
until I had to ease his head away: it was getting
painful. I turned to look at him, hardly breathing. He
was in a sort of daze, still holding my dick and
staring at it. Down on the floor under his cock was a
pool of his cum: he'd orgasmed himself whilst sucking
me off!

"Jesus!" I sighed, falling back.
"Yeah!" he said, now smiling at me. "That was bloody
amazing!"
"Mmmmmm," I agreed. "Now come up here."

He stood up, and for a moment Garry was standing in
full sunlight directly in front of me, his bronzed
skin glistening, his cock now soft and nestled against
his balls. Instantly a picture of the statutes we'd
been looking at flashed into my mind. He was truly my
Adonis, my David, and looked it just for that split
second. I understood the pre-occupation the ancients
had with naked males and empathised with them
completely. Garry lay alongside me, shaking slightly
to my surprise, and rested his head on my chest,
sticking his thumb in his mouth.

I was still in something of a state of shock still,
seeing Garry in this new light, and stroked his hair,
thinking.

"Do me a favour will you?" I asked quietly.

He twisted round to look quizzically at me, his thumb
still in his mouth.

"Draw me a picture?"

"What of?" he said, his brows now furrowed with
curiosity.

"That picture of the boy David in your book. One of
you, just like it."

He smiled at the thought and nodded.
"OK!" he grinned and moved up to kiss me.

Without warning he suddenly jumped up and raced off
into the flat, returning a couple of minutes later
with his photograph album.

"Remember this?" he said indicating one of the
pictures.

"Yeah," I said, grinning. It was the one I'd taken of
him in his swimming costume, complete with erection.
"One like that I'd like, but as you are now." I meant
one of him at his current age, not one of him a couple
of years ago, but he looked down at his body and
grinned. I would object to that either.
He lay down again, reached over and kissed me, which
is what we were still doing an hour later when hunger
drove us out in search of food.

The following day, being Friday, was a holiday and we
stayed out late that night. The bars and hotels in
Cairo stay open as long as there are customers, and
even at half past one in the morning, the local pub we
were in was still busy. Garry and I had had a few
beers by then, and although not drunk by any means,
were in a happy frame of mind. Just in passing, it is
worthwhile noting that although a Muslim country,
Egypt does produce and sell beer. Fortunately it is
quite weak and you can drink a lot of it before
getting drunk, which is useful in a hot climate such
as this.

The main reason that we'd stayed late was because we'd
met another Englishman who was living in Cairo. He was
an engineer working on some major building project in
downtown Cairo. Mike was about ten years older than me
and told us that he'd been here for three years
already and loved it. To my surprise, he also said
that he'd got his son with him. We learned that he and
his wife had separated soon after they'd arrived: she
couldn't stand the people or the country was her
excuse, but Mike guessed that it was him she couldn't
stand any longer. Whatever the reason though, she'd
gone back home and left Mike with their son, which
suited them both nicely as it turned out.

We arranged to meet the following day in the club when
he would bring his son, Peter, with him. Garry's eyes
lit up immediately. "How old is he?" Garry asked.

"Thirteen, but thinks he's older," Mike smiled. "He's
had to grow up fast and it shows! He can be a little
... err .... pain sometimes." He looked at me and
grinned, adding, "If you know what I mean."

I nodded and looked sidelong at Garry, who responded
with one of his 'Me? I'm perfect!' looks.

We slept outside that night, dropping off almost as
soon as our heads hit the cushions. Apart from being
quite tired, the beer helped as well and it was
mid-morning before we eventually came to. Lazily I
stared at the open sky and stretched, inadvertently
rousing Garry as moved.

"Morning," he yawned, curling up into a ball, and
closing his eyes again.
"Morning Tiger," I replied. "Time we made a move."

I slapped him on his bare butt to wake him up
properly.

"Go 'way," he sighed, "I'm too comfortable to move."

I rolled him over onto his back and tickled him under
the arms, which did the trick. Opening his eyes he
pulled a face at me and said, "Sod you, I gotta go to
the toilet now!"
We showered, had a quick breakfast and headed off to
the club to meet Mike and Peter for lunch.


Chapter Seven.

They were sat at a pool-side table, and judging by the
number of empty Coke bottles had been there some time.
After the introductions we ordered some more
refreshments and got to know each other. The boys soon
became bored with our conversation and went off to
swim. Mike and I ditched the soft drinks and ordered a
brace of beers. He was an easy-going guy and good fun
to be with I soon found out and we chatted for ages,
not realising how quickly the time went. We were
reminded when the boys returned, full of life after
their swim, and hungry of course. Moving to the dining
room we ordered a quick meal and carried on our
conversations.

I took the opportunity whilst eating to look at Pete.
For a 13-year-old, he was average in build with a
shock of black hair, usually curly, but rather flatter
now as it was still wet. He had an oval-shaped face
with those luscious red lips where the top one curves
up slightly, 'cupid's bow' I think they are called.
And a not insignificant package covered by his small
trunks.

As you would expect, he had a deep, even tan which
accentuated his hair and good looks. On closer
examination I noticed that his legs and arms were
covered in fine downy hair, black like the hair on his
head. I couldn't help but wonder if he had hair
anywhere else, but the chances of finding out I put at
zero. Garry might have more luck I thought with a
smile: I must remember to ask him one day.

On our way home later, Garry told me that he got on OK
with Pete and they were going to see each other again
on Sunday for a swim, or whatever. That was fine by me
as Mike and I had also arranged to meet as well. We
got together that Sunday, and regularly after that as
we became better friends: Mike and I got on well
together as did Pete and Garry.

Pete became a regular visitor to the flat in a short
space of time, which I was pleased about as it gave
them both something to do and somewhere to go apart
from the club. Between us we converted one of the
unused rooms into a sort of games room for them, which
was handy for Garry as it meant he could do his
drawing and painting in there as well. It wasn't
unusual for me to get home in the middle of the
afternoon and find them both engrossed in either
drawing or computer games, completely wrapped up in
worlds of their own making.

Garry, being the sort of character that he was, soon
adapted his way of life to accommodate Pete, and Pete
his to some extent. The first time I really noticed
this was one day when I got indoors and they were both
in their swimming things sat on the balcony sipping
soft drinks. I instantly got a mental flashback of the
days when we would strip off in the old flat and
wander round in our underwear, or less, with or
without Jake. I smiled slightly at Garry who guessed
what I was thinking. He grinned ever so slightly and
shook his head a little, telling me not to dare go
down that road. I did his favourite thing when he was
being made fun of, stuck the tip of my tongue out at
him and went to get myself a drink. Pete ignored our
little interchange and simply said "Hi!"

It was a couple of weeks after this that I had an even
bigger surprise. It was a Friday; Garry and Pete had
been out all day somewhere or other and I was in the
lounge reading when they both burst in the front door.
Garry was carrying a large parcel which he took with
him into the games room, with Pete close behind. I
heard them both giggling in the room and wondered idly
what they were up to. I found out a few minutes later
when they re-appeared, now wearing the accepted dress
of swimming shorts.

Garry was holding a framed picture in his hands with
its back to me so I couldn't see what it was.
I recognised the excited sparkle in his eyes as he
smiled and said, "I've got a present for you."

He turned to Pete and they grinned wickedly at each
other before turning the picture round for me to see:
it was the one I'd asked him to do for me ages ago, of
him posing naked like the 'David' statue. It was
brilliant, and so life-like I stared in awe. I'd
forgotten Pete for a moment as I mentally compared the
picture with the body I knew so well - I couldn't
fault it except for one thing, which I would mention
to Garry later when we were alone. Alone! Suddenly I
remembered that Pete was there and must have seen the
picture as well. I looked from one to the other
confused.

They knew exactly what they were doing of course, and
were thoroughly enjoying my discomfort. Desperately I
tried to think of something appropriate to say.

"Very good, I like that," was all I could lamely come
up with.
They both giggled again and I stared at them. Was I
wrong, or could I see the beginnings of erections on
them both? Garry I could tell immediately was getting
hard, but as I had nothing to judge Pete by, I assumed
that he was either very well endowed or he too was
starting to bone up.

Garry rested the picture against the wall and came to
sit on the arm of the chair alongside me. Together we
examined the picture and I again told him how good it
was. To my astonishment he leaned over and giving a
quick glance at Pete, kissed me on the cheek firmly.

"Thanks," he whispered, "I'm glad you like it."

Pete wasn't at all put out by Garry's little display
it seemed, almost as if he was expecting it. He stood
there smiling at us both.

We settled down on the patio after a while, the two
boys sitting together chattering whilst I continued
with my book. It was a peaceful afternoon with the
three of us whiling away the time, chatting once in a
while but otherwise each of us doing our own thing.
Early evening came round, and Pete had to make his way
home, saying on his way out that he'd almost forgotten
to pass on a message from his dad to say that he'd be
in the club later for a drink if we wanted to join
him.

Once he'd left, Garry came across and stood behind me,
massaging my neck and shoulders gently. I moved my
hands up to his and held them lightly as they eased
away the slight tension in my muscles. I leaned
backwards and smiled softly at him. Looking at me with
his doe-like eyes he bent down and kissed me lightly
on the lips.

"OK, mate?" I sighed.

"Yeah, fine." he replied. "It's nice to be by
ourselves for a bit though."

I grasped his wrist and pulled him round the lounger,
lay him down with his head in my lap and stroked his
hair. I knew him well enough to know that he wanted a
bit of TLC and I was more than happy to provide it.
Smiling slightly he tucked his knees up to his chest,
stuck his thumb in his mouth and closed his eyes. I
picked up the tube of sunblock, spread a good measure
of it on his legs and rubbed it in for him as he
dozed, watching as it disappeared into his soft skin.
He sighed contentedly, pressed his head into my groin
and slept.

I must have dropped off too as it was an hour later
that I opened my eyes as Garry turned over, stretched
out full length on the lounger and looked at me.
"It's nice here," he said. "I'm glad we came."
"Mmmm, so am I," I agreed and stroked his cheeks
lightly. "No regrets then?"
"No, none at all. Couldn't be better, could it?"

"Nope. I think this is probably as good as it gets,
just as long as you're happy. What do you make of
Pete?" I asked conversationally. "Like him?"

"Yeah. He's OK. I think he was lonely until we came.
He's a bit sort of clingy sometimes, but that's OK, I
don't mind. He's a good swimmer."

We chatted idly for ages about nothing in particular,
just enjoying each other's company. Garry's hand had
wandered to his groin and he was gently rubbing his
cock and balls with the palm of his hand as we talked,
not in any sexual sort of way though, just a comfort
sort of thing. I pushed it out of the way, rested my
hand on his cock and stroked it with my thumb. He
wriggled slightly to give me a bit more room and
sighed. His cock didn't harden in the slightest, a
sure sign he was completely relaxed and content.

"Pete's cock is nice," he said inconsequentially.

"You seen it then?"

"Yeah. We mess about a bit sometimes. He likes it."

"Randy little sod!" I said, giving his dick a slight
squeeze. "Lucky one though!"

He opened his eyes, grinned, and closed them again.

I wasn't in the least surprised at his news and
neither was I put out by it. He needed someone else
apart from me to pal around with and whether it was a
boy or girl didn't matter in the slightest, but I knew
he would be happier with a boy than a girl. I leaned
down and kissed him on the forehead.
"What's he like doing?" I asked. I wasn't prying into
his affairs: he knew that, I was just curious.
"BJ's and wanking. He used to go to a boarding school
and he started there."
"Anything else?"

He opened his eyes again and shook his head. "Nope,"
he said firmly. We both knew what he meant: our
agreement still stood.

Garry sat up and seated himself in my lap, locking his
arms round my neck. He leaned in and kissed me deeply,
running his fingers through my hair. I kissed him
back, allowing my tongue to explore and find his.

"Let's get undressed," he whispered.

We lay back on the lounger with him laying out on top
of me, our burgeoning dicks arranged side by side and
continued with our smooching. Once again, there wasn't
any real sexual aspect to this: it was much better
when we were naked as the feel of skin against skin
seemed to make our loving far better and much more
enjoyable for us both.

"Let's not go out tonight," he said between kisses. "I
don't feel like it. Let's stay in."
We were both getting really aroused by now and I was
half inclined to agree with him, but seeing as it was
quite early yet, and I fancied a beer and chat with
Mike anyway, I put him off.
"You haven't got to come, you can stay here if you
like."

He thought about it for a second then said, "No. I'd
better come with you. I don't trust you - you'll only
try and seduce Pete if I'm not there." He giggled,
gave my dick a short painful squeeze and kissed me
hard.

"Hey!" I said suddenly remembering something and
squeezing his balls in return to emphasise my point.

"What?"

"That picture you painted for me."

"Yeah, what about it?"

"You didn't put any hair on your balls."

He laughed and gave me a hug. "There's a reason."

I looked at him intrigued. He slid off my body and lay
alongside, one arm under my neck and the other across
my chest. I sensed the mood change: he was being
serious now.

"When we first got together in Oxford, I didn't have
any hair round my balls and I wanted a reminder of me
and you in those days. I drew my prick a bit too big,
but that doesn't matter, it's just a sort of secret
for us. I did the rest of me like I am now so's we can
see that I've changed since then."
I hadn't thought of that and was amazed that Garry
had. I looked into his eyes, whispered a 'thank you'
to him and hugged him.

He giggled as he remembered something. "That's when I
got Pete naked for the first time. I was trying to
draw my dick and I couldn't get it right, so he
offered to draw it for me. I said he could, but only
if he got undressed as well!"

"There's something else as well," he went on quietly.
"Those twisted spirally flower things I did around the
edge are supposed to represent two people in love with
each other and who can't live apart. I forget what
they're called, but all the best Greek pictures had
them on."

Once again, Garry had astounded me, not only with the
depth of his knowledge, but the utterly amazing
ability he had to show our love for each other in the
most incredible ways. I didn't even try to speak, I
just gazed into his face, kissed him properly and gave
him another hug.

He returned it passionately, his body trembling with
emotion, head buried on my shoulder. He may have shed
a tear or two, I didn't know and didn't look, the
background he'd just given me about the picture was
enough.

"Come on," I whispered trying to change the mood,
"We'd better get dressed and go out before I drag you
off to bed and have my wicked way with you."

"Piss off!" her grinned cheerfully, "You can have me
later if you're good."

We showered and dressed together, Garry having a
wicked thought and getting us both togged out in the
matching T-shirts and shorts we'd bought in England.

"People will think we're lovers, not brothers," I
laughed as we put them on.

"So? I don't give a shit!" he said, half-joking but
with a definite serious edge to it.

I looked at him and could tell he meant what he said.
Oddly enough, I didn't give a shit either. We headed
off to join Mike and Pete in a gloriously happy mood.


Chapter Eight.

For once we beat them to the club, and by way of a
little celebratory drink, I bought us both beers. I
noticed with not a little pride that we seemed to
attract quite a bit of attention from the other
ex-pats as we chatted and sipped our drinks; that
outfit of Garry's certainly brought out the best in
him. I gave him a Ł20 note (the local currency is the
Egyptian pound) and told him that it was for his first
commission, the painting was well worth it. He grinned
and put it away.

Mike and Pete were surprised too when they joined us,
but thinking quickly, I explained that we'd been
celebrating a private anniversary and let it go at
that.

Although Mike and I had a good evening and talked a
lot about home and work and so on, I couldn't keep my
eyes off Pete, knowing what I did about him. I kept
wondering what he was like under those clothes and how
lucky Garry was to meet someone like him so easily.
Garry knew what I was doing of course and despite his
earlier warning was in fact enjoying the situation.
Pete also had noticed what I was doing, and was
looking just a bit nervous. Before it became a problem
though, Garry whisked him off somewhere and when they
returned he was happier, even managing to give me a
sly, cock- hardening wink as he clasped his hands in
his groin, pointing one thumb upwards in an
unmistakable imitation of what lay below.

It didn't occur to me until later when we were
strolling home that the picture hadn't been brought up
during the evening. I mentioned this to Garry and he
told me that when he took Pete off to one side he told
him not to talk about it, reasoning that his father
might not like the subject matter. I also told him why
you kept looking at him the way you did - I had to,
you were freaking him out Garry laughed.

"That explains a lot," I said, and went on to tell him
about the wink and his hands in his groin.
"Do you fancy him?" Garry asked.

"No, not in the slightest," I replied.

"Liar!" he said, digging me in the ribs and grinning.
"You'd have the pants off him in no time if you
could."

"No, I wouldn't," I lied. "Well, maybe, just maybe, I
might if I was given the chance."
"I'll see what I can do," Garry joked. "Anything to
help a poor old man!"

By this time we were back at the house and as I put
the kettle on to make some tea, Garry shot off
somewhere. When he joined me in the kitchen, he'd shed
most of his clothes and was wearing those red briefs
again.

"I've hidden that picture under the spare bed wrapped
in a sheet," he said. "Pete reminded me that the maid
might not like seeing it laying around."

"Christ yes!" I said, "Hadn't thought of that."

He put his arms round my waist and rested his chin on
my shoulder, watching as I made the tea.

"Got anything to eat?" he said, letting me go and
heading towards the fridge.

This was despite constantly snacking all evening on
bits and pieces from the bar top as well as a plate of
French fries.

Once we'd got our supplies organised, I picked the
tray up and went to the living room.

"Indoors or out?" I asked.

"Out," was the definite reply. It was still very hot
and he was probably right.

Setting the tray down on the table, Garry went back in
the living room and turned all the lights off, leaving
the patio in darkness.

"That's better," he said as he took his briefs off
before sitting down. "It's nice out here like this
with all the lights off."

I had to agree with him. Once we were seated, we could
be alone in the universe for all that it mattered: the
only things we could see were the moon and stars in a
cloudless sky. Even the ever-present traffic noise
seemed to disappear as we star-gazed.

It seemed we were here for the night and so I stripped
down to my briefs to make myself comfortable and was
just about to sit down again when Garry pointed at my
one remaining item of clothing and said, "Them as
well."

I grinned, did as I was told and cuddled up to him.

"Just a bit better than Oxford, isn't it," I mused.

"Yeah, just a little," he replied, snuggling up
closer. "It seems a life-time away now, like some sort
of dream. Not a very nice one either." He shuddered as
he said that, probably at the remembrance of some
unpleasant memory.

"Have you written to anybody at home yet?" I asked.

"Yeah, just the other day."

I looked at him. "Well. I was going to. I will soon,
promise."
"You haven't got to, It's down to you. Only do it if
you want, but it'd be a shame not to keep in touch."

"Mmmmmm." was the only response, but I knew he'd write
home soon, all it wanted was a gentle prod.

We turned over onto our backs, staring up at the sky
once more.
"Six," Garry said after about an hour.

"Sex?" I said, turning to him.

"No, six, number six. I've seen six shooting stars."

"Oh, right," I replied, only half interested.

He turned sideways on to me, threw his leg over mine
and lay his head on the cushion. I could feel his
erection pressing against my thigh and looked at him.

"What you thinking about?" I said, running a finger
down the length of his dick.

He opened his eyes and stared at me. "Guess." he said
softly and kissed me.

We embraced and cuddled for a while, kissing deeply,
our hands roaming freely over each other.
Taking a breather, he twisted a lock of my hair in his
fingers and started to nibble at my ear. This is one
of my weak spots as Garry knows, and I wriggled in
pleasure. Suddenly he stopped and whispered something.
"What?" I said, not hearing what he'd said very
clearly.

"I wouldn't mind you know."

"Mind what?" I said, trying to think what bit of the
conversation I'd missed.

"People knowing about us."

I came to full consciousness with a jolt, suddenly
wide awake.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"I'm getting pissed off with having to keep everything
so bloody secret and I don't see why we have to."

"What's brought this on?" I said, wrapping an arm
round him.

"Dunno really, tonight I suppose. Your comment about
me being a brother and not a lover, and then having to
take Pete away from the table to tell him I'd told you
about him and me, and all that sort of thing. I could
understand having to do it at home in England, but out
here I thought we were going to start all over again.
And no one knows us here, so why not?"

"But I'm years older than you are, and people mightn't
like it."

" So? Sod 'em. If they don't like it, it's their
problem not ours. I'm just really pissed off trying to
keep it all secret not being able to tell anybody the
truth when they ask."

I hadn't thought of that aspect before: I'd never been
challenged in that way, but I suppose Garry must have
come across it almost daily, if not here then
certainly in England.

"Ok, then," I said, "Assuming we tell people, what
next? What do we say about how we met and when we
started doing things? That might not prove to be so
forgivable. And what about your dad when you were
living at home? Want people to know about that as
well? Don't get me wrong, I really wish we could be
honest with people, but I'm worried about you and what
they might think."

He drew circles on my chest with his fingers as he
thought.

"We could still be brothers," he said slowly, "And say
we've lived together for ages. If they want to think
we do stuff together, then let 'em. If anyone asks,
then we tell 'em. It's up to them then if they still
want to be friends with us. The important thing is
that I don't want us to be a secret any more."

I must admit he had a valid point. I hadn't had the
courage up until now to be quite as up-front as I
would have liked to have been, but Garry was right, we
were trying to start a new life together and it
wouldn't be any good unless we were honest with people
right from the start.
I thought for about ten minutes before saying, "OK. I
think you're right. We'll start tomorrow. Right now in
fact. But promise me one thing?"

"Yeah?"

"Don't start by telling the whole world, whether they
want to hear it or not!"
"Dickhead! What do you think I am, stupid?" he said,
now visibly happier.
"What about Pete? How much does he know?"

"Oh, he's guessed already. Hasn't said much about it
though, he just sort of knows that I know that he
knows."

Having worked my way round his words, I said, "But
how?"

"Oh, come on John!" Garry said exasperated, "Pete
isn't stupid. He comes to our flat almost every day,
sees only one bedroom being used, sees only one bed
made up, sees all our clothes in the same room,
sees.........."

"OK, OK, I see your point," I laughed. "So that's one
person you can cross off your list of people who
should be told about us!"

"Piss off!" he grinned. "But seriously though, I'm
glad we haven't got to keep it a secret any more. I
feel a lot better now."

"So do I Garry. Believe me, so do I."

"There's only one thing I can't explain to anyone
though," he said with a twinkle in his eye.
"Oh?"

"How much I love you!"

Before I could even think of a reply, he kissed me
ferociously and deeply, holding me as tight as he
possibly could, his arms locked together behind my
neck.

Once he'd let me go, we stared up at the sky together:
it truly was a beautiful night, the stars twinkling
brightly through the moisture in my eyes.

"Hey, you!" I said, giving Garry a dig in the ribs.

"What? he replied, lifting his head up.

"Will you still love me when I'm an old man?"

"What do you mean 'when'?" he giggled. "No one told
you? You're there already."
We wrestled around for a bit before he straddled me
and sat on my stomach, smiling gently.
"Can I?" he whispered.

I nodded.

I lifted my legs up for him as he positioned himself
carefully. With a satisfying groan he slid his
well-lubricated dick as far up me as it would go. I
dropped my knees to his waist and locked my ankles
behind him. We stayed frozen like that for ages, just
savouring the sensations. I swear I could feel every
heart-beat of Garry through his swollen dick filling
my insides, as he must be sensing mine through the
coolness of his hands handing cradling my own dick and
balls.

Infinitely slowly he started to thrust himself to and
fro, extracting every last drop of sensual delight as
he moved, each thrust being accompanied by a
satisfying sigh. I reached up and caressed his
hardened nipples gently between my fingers, surprised
at how big they grew, and just how sensitive they
were. He was gasping by now, the effort of forcing
himself to take it slowly and easily bringing beads of
sweat to his forehead. I pushed his hair back out of
his eyes, wiped the perspiration off with a finger and
licked it clean. Even his sweat tasted good. Garry was
completely oblivious to anything except the intensity
of the emanations arising from his groin, his hands
now on my knees, gripping them firmly.

His pace hadn't varied in the slightest all the time
he was inside me; a slow, steady, heart-stopping
rhythm, first inwards as far as he could, then
outwards as far as he could. Rest and repeat. Rest and
repeat. Even when his cock throbbed with the force of
ejaculation, his regular thrusting hardly changed,
each passionate, desperate thrust seemingly producing
one intense spurt of boiling-hot cum. He'd never
orgasmed quite like this before, slowly and with such
intense control; it must have taken fantastic
self-control to do it, more than ever I could manage I
was sure.

As he ejected his last, solid stream of cum, he
shuddered violently, arched his back and fell forwards
into my arms, jerking madly. He let out two low feral
moans and fainted. I hated this, yet loved it at the
same time. It scared the shit out of me, yet I
wouldn't have it any other way. For five minutes I
hugged him loosely waiting for him to re-join us,
stroking his hair, his back, his butt all the while.

With a deep breath, he opened his eyes, looked at me
and grinned. "That was fucking awesome!"
"Yeah, I could tell!" I said, the relief coming though
in my voice. I kissed him deeply, feeling the coldness
of the sweat on his face.

"I hate it when you do that," I whispered.

"Bollocks!" he replied, "You love it."

I shook my head, knowing that I'd never change him,
and probably didn't even want to if the truth be
known. It wouldn't be the Garry I know and love.

We slept like two lambs for what was left of that
night. In many ways we'd had quite a stressful day
without realising it, ending with a Garry Spectacular,
which was nearly as hard on my nerves as his.

Work the following day was difficult; I found it next
to impossible to concentrate. I decided to give up
doing anything which needed any sort of serious
attention and just did the filing and routine stuff.
I was having coffee with the boss when he looked at me
and said, "Rough night?"
"Yeah, sort of," I answered. "Didn't think it showed
so much."
He laughed and patted me on the shoulder. "That boy of
yours getting too much?"
I looked at him startled. What did he mean? How much
did he know?
He laughed again and said, "Don't worry. What you do
is entirely your affair. It doesn't concern me in the
slightest. Unless it affects your work," he added
still smiling, "And so far it hasn't."
"You know then?" I said quietly.

"No, not really. I just assumed. Until just now that
is." he was still smiling, which was a good sign and I
felt a bit less stressed out.

"You're not the first person in the world, you won't
be the last, and there are a good many others in
between," he said. "Personally, I don't go that way,
but maybe I'm the unlucky one. Your lad is certainly a
looker."

"You don't mind then?" I checked.

"Not in the slightest, John."

Taking a deep breath, I told him the gist of what
Garry and I had decided last night, grateful in fact
for having someone I could talk to about it.

"He's right, of course," the boss said, "Wonder you
didn't do anything about it yourself first."
"Scared, I suppose. Scared of what people might think,
and scared of losing Garry." This was probably very
true I realised, but it was the first time I'd put it
into words.
We talked around me and Garry for a good half-hour, me
grateful for the chance to get a few things out in the
open for the first time, and him glad of a
conversation outside of work for once. We ended up
shaking hands and better friends. I settled down to
work once more, feeling more like meeting the days
problems head on.

"Only one piece of advice," the boss said, "Don't
mistake the friendliness of the natives. They can live
with this sort of thing, just like we do, but there
are a few religious hard-liners that might make life
difficult for a foreigner if it becomes too obvious."


Chapter Nine.

It was with a much lighter heart that I met up with
Garry later that day, and because I was in such a good
mood took us both out for a meal at the Mena House.
Over the meal I told him about the conversation I'd
had with the boss, and in particular the reminder
about the locals. Garry, who had spent more time than
I had getting to know the place, had already
discovered this, but had the grace not to make an
issue of it. He also told me that he'd told Pete about
us.

"What did he say?" I asked.

"Oh, he already knew, as I told you." Garry said,
taking a mouthful of food. "Told you he'd be OK."

"And his dad?"

"Down to us. He won't tell him."

Garry seemed to be taking the whole thing a lot less
seriously than me, not lightly, but more
philosophically certainly. I envied him, being the
natural worrier that I was.
"Only one more thing, and then we'll change the
subject," I said over the ginger ice-cream and Kirsch.

"Mmmmmm?" was the response through a mouthful of
sweet.

"England? You going to tell them?"

"Mmmmm," he nodded. He swallowed his ice-cream and
carried on, "Thought about that. We're fucked if we do
and we're fucked if we don't. If I tell them, I don't
suppose they'll ever talk to me again, you know what
Bobby and Michael are like. And if I don't tell them
and they find out later, which they probably will if
they haven't worked it out already, then we're stuffed
anyway."

He was right of course, and I was surprised with the
equanimity with which he faced it, after all it was
his family he was talking about.

"So, have you decided anything yet?"

"Yeah. I'm going to write to Bobby and Michael and
tell them. They can tell mum and dad if they want." He
looked directly at me and added viciously, "They'll
enjoy that."
"You do realise that you might be burning all your
bridges?" I said quietly.

Garry threw down his fork, went bright red and glared
at me. He spoke in an angry, furious whisper. "When
will you fucking realise that it's you I want to be
with, it's you I live with, not that load of fucking
cunts! I love ......" He didn't finish the sentence
before he ran off crying.

I was devastated. I'd done it again. Sighing, I
followed after him, finding him eventually pacing up
and down the corridor leading to the pool, head down
and hands in his pockets.

"Hey, Garry," I said quietly, stopping a few feet
away.
He turned to look me, his face red and tear-streaked.
I'd never felt so wretched in my life: what should
have been a celebratory meal had turned into an
unmitigated disaster.

"I'm sorry," I started to say, but Garry ran into my
arms and sobbed bitterly.
"Not your fault," he said. "It's just that it suddenly
hit me that you're right. I can't go back can I?"

I held him close to me, ignoring the silent stare from
a passing waiter.

" 'Course you can if you want. Go back tomorrow if you
want."

"No, it's not that. I know I can." He took a deep
breath, wiped his face with the back of his hands and
carried on. "I can't go back because you wouldn't be
there. And even if you were, it wouldn't be the same
anymore would it?"

I let this sink in before I replied. "No, it wouldn't.
And if you weren't here with me, then I couldn't stay
here either."

We looked at each other.
 "So. I guess were stuck with each other." I said.
He managed a weak smile.
"You, your hormones and your bloody orgasms!" I
whispered in his ear

This earned me a half-hearted punch on the arm and,
after a quick look round, a peck on the cheek.

"Sorry!" he whispered.

"Piss off, lover boy." I grinned. "Let's go and have a
drink."

I ordered a bottle of wine for us both as he had a
quick wash and brush-up. He returned to the table
looking and feeling a great deal better. We raised a
glass to each other and took a deep drink.

"No more fights," he said.

"No more fights," I replied.

We were on the last couple of glasses out of the
bottle when Garry put his hand on top of mine and said
just loudly enough for the group of middle-aged Brits
on the next table to hear, "Let's go home to bed."

The group, which hitherto had taken a poorly disguised
interest in the events at our table, suddenly found
something far more interesting to stare at on their
table which made one or two of them cough and
splutter.

"Race you!" I grinned and we left them to think what
they wanted. Neither of us gave a shit.


Chapter Ten.

Life settled down into a very comfortable, if busy,
routine after those couple of traumatic days. Garry
got himself involved with several courses at the
British Council as well as sports at the club. He and
Pete became firmer friends and spent a great deal of
time in each other's company. They also met a few
other kids, both boys and girls, who were the sons and
daughters of other ex-pats. I never found out if Mike
had been told about Garry and I: he never said
anything and I never asked. I just assumed that he
knew because, as Garry said, 'all the signs were
there'. I must admit that once we'd decided not to
hide our relationship, I felt a lot better. The only
dark cloud on the horizon was the letters he sent
home, which I know upset him more than he would admit.
I was shown the ones he wrote to Michael and Bobby
before he posted them: they explained that he and I
were now more than 'Uncle and Nephew' and although he
didn't explain in detail what he meant, there was no
room for doubt as to what he was referring. He never
got a reply, to those or any other subsequent letters,
not even a birthday card. All it did for me was to
confirm what I already thought of his family, and I
think he thought the same.

It was late November and I was having a fairly easy
time at work being between the holiday seasons when
Mike and I were talking one evening at the club. He
was explaining that he had to go back to England for a
couple of weeks to discuss his work with his bosses.
Usually he would have taken Pete with him, but it was
boring for him as there wasn't much for him to do
there and he spent a lot of time alone. It was Pete's
idea that he could stay with me and Garry if everyone
agreed, saying that it would be more fun and better
for him as he didn't have to miss any schooling.

Mike told the boys to go away and enjoy themselves
somewhere and leave us alone for a few minutes. I knew
what was coming up next, and waited with interest to
see what he said. Obviously he was going to ask if
Pete could stay and had told the boys to get lost just
in case I said no. What was a little surprising was
that he started off by saying he knew, or at least had
assumed, that Garry and I were in a physical
relationship. This, he continued, was OK with him and
didn't cause him any problems. He also knew about his
son and Garry messing about. Once again, he considered
this not to be anything to worry about as, in his
words, 'there was no harm in it'. The only thing he
wanted to talk to me about was Pete and I, and this is
where the surprise came.

"Pete's got a crush on you," Mike said pouring a beer
out for me. "He's besotted with you - thinks you're
some sort of God," he laughed. "He's even got pictures
and photographs of you in his room. Not on the walls
of course, but in his drawers. He doesn't know I've
seen them, and he'd kill me if he ever found out." He
took a long pull at his beer. "What I'm saying I
suppose is that if he does stay with you and Garry,
he'll probably make a pass at you."

I looked at him, waiting for him to carry on, what he
was saying couldn't have been easy for him.
"I know you well enough to know that you won't start
anything, but I also know that if he offered, you
wouldn't say no, would you?"

I nodded at him, and said, "You're right. I didn't
know about the crush on me, I honestly hadn't noticed
anything. I also know about him and Garry."

"Well, all I'll say is this, and then we'll change the
conversation. If Pete does make a pass at you, I'd
rather you didn't take him up on it of course, but if
you do ...." He took another pull at his beer. "If you
do, then be careful with him; he's all I've got."

I looked at him speechless. There was a lot of things
I would have liked to say to him, but didn't know
where to start. All I could think of was, "OK."

He laughed lightly and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Don't panic. Pete is a strong-minded boy and won't do
anything he doesn't want to. And, for that matter,
usually gets what he wants anyway. If he's set his cap
at you, you may as well give up now!"

I grinned inanely and took a deep breath.

"Come on, let's grab another beer and find the boys."

We had another drink all round and left soon after,
Garry and I walking home slowly. I told him most of
the conversation I'd had with Mike, and he wasn't
surprised by any of it.
"So, what you gonna do about Pete?" Garry asked.

"Dunno. What do you think I should do?"

"Let him stay with us of course, he'd like that and in
any case there's nowhere else for him to go is there?"

"That's already fixed. Of course he can stay with us.
No, I meant the other. About him having a crush on
me."

Garry laughed and gave me a hug. "You've got no chance
there mate, he's made his mind up. And you couldn't
say no even if you wanted to!"

He was right of course, I was really trying to find
out what Garry thought about the whole thing, and
apparently he wasn't in the slightest bit put out. I
didn't think he would be, but it was just as well to
check things out, especially bearing in mind the
events of the past few days.

The following day Garry and I were sat in the lounge
when he asked how we were going to manage the sleeping
arrangements when Pete arrived.

"I suppose we could make the bed up in the spare room
for him, put a few things in there and make it
comfortable I guess." I said.

"Why not move it in our room and have done with it. It
doesn't seem right you and me together and him
sleeping by himself. If it were me in his place, I'd
feel a bit left out."

"Yes, but ...." I started to say when Garry
interrupted.

"I know what you're thinking, and that would make it
even worse if he thought that we'd made him sleep
alone so's we could ... well you know."

Why did I have the feeling that I'd been railroaded?
The obvious solution would be to get all three
bedrooms set up, but that wasn't even mentioned - in
any case that would probably be the worst thing we
could do under the circumstances, certainly Garry
didn't want to do that I assumed.

"OK, then let's do it." I agreed.

It took only a few minutes to drag the single bed
through and re-arrange the room to accommodate it,
Garry's and my beds against one wall and Pete's
against the opposite one.
"This's silly!" Garry said, looking round the room and
smiling. "Do you honestly think we'll use all three
beds every night?"

I looked at him, his eyes were twinkling and one of
his wicked grins on his face.
"So?" I questioned.

"Push 'em all together." was his simple, logical
comment.

Once again we re-organised the room and I must admit
it was certainly more practical, if not morally
decent. Then a thought struck me.

"What about the maid?" I asked Garry.

As far as I was aware, she was happy enough knowing
that Garry and I slept together, but what would she
think of the three of us sharing one big bed? She may
have chosen to ignore whatever Garry and I did at
night, but I doubt very much if she'd be able to
ignore it when there were three of us.

After talking about this for a good half-hour, we
couldn't come up with an answer, part of the reason
being that neither of us spoke Arabic sufficiently
well to ask her what she thought. We decided to leave
that particular problem until the following day when I
could ask my boss, Dave, what he thought.

It was a good job I did talk about our maid with Dave.
I didn't mention that young Pete was coming to stay
with us, I didn't think that was necessary, I simply
raised my concerns about Garry and me sharing the same
room. I was right in what I thought, and bearing in
mind what he'd told me before, said that under the
circumstances a change of maid would be a good idea.
Luckily all the 'domestic staff' such as maids and
drivers are employed by the company and it is a fairly
simple job to change them round; they're used to it
and accept it as part of a normal routine. He left the
office for a while and came back smiling.

"Fixed." he said, "I managed to get a fella to sort
you out. Called Anwar. He's been with us for ages and
even speaks a little English. He should be there
tomorrow. I've also taken the liberty of ... err ...
explaining the situation to him."

"Thanks!" I said, "Thanks a lot." I meant it too, it
was a big relief to know that we were becoming
accepted as part of 'the family' which was the
company.

That afternoon when I arrived home, Garry and Pete
were already there, drawing paper and art books
scattered all over the place as normal. And, as usual,
they were clad in nothing but their underwear. I
looked at them both appreciatively, smiling and
willing my cock not to get too hard, the tiny briefs
they were almost wearing left very little to the
imagination.

"Hiya, John!" Garry said, getting up from the table
and coming up to me. He put his arms round my waist
and kissed me on both cheeks, then on the lips,
lingering there for longer than he usually did. When
he let me go, I caught just a glimpse of a twinkle in
his eye and that little bit of tongue that told me he
was up to something. To my surprise Pete came over and
hugged me lightly. He didn't try to kiss me as Garry
had done, but what I did get was a definite feel of
his cock and balls pressing firmly into my groin as he
squeezed himself into me. I looked down at him and saw
the same wicked smile I get from Garry.

"Thanks for letting me stay," he whispered. "It's
gonna be fantastic."
I smiled at him and ruffled his hair, "That's OK,
Pete. Anytime."

They continued with their drawing as I foraged about
the kitchen and made a scratch meal for us. Once
prepared we sat on the patio and dug in. I told Garry
about the change in maid and that in theory we had a
man called Anwar looking after us as from the
following day.

"How old is he?" was Garry's first question.

I hadn't thought of that and had no reason to I told
him, giving him a knowing look. He just smiled,
glanced at Pete and said, "Well, you never know !!" I
chose to ignore the comment and Pete's accompanying
smile.

"Shown Pete his bedroom?" I asked, changing the topic
to a less formidable one.
"No, not yet, I forgot." Garry replied. "Come on,
Pete."

I watched as they went into the flat and walked
straight past our room to the now empty one. Garry
threw open the door and waved Pete in.

"But there's no bed!" I heard Pete say in surprise.

"Oops! Sorry!" Garry grinned, "Wrong room." He then
took him into our bedroom and showed him what we'd
done. This time there wasn't a word from Pete, just a
happy smile as he came back on the patio. He stood in
front of me, thrust his groin against my knee and
said, "Thanks," very quietly. I said nothing, just
returning the smile. Was that the beginnings of a
boner I felt? Garry I noticed had his head buried in a
book, just the merest hint of a grin on his face.

After we'd finished tea, the two boys took themselves
off into the games room as I cleared up the mess on
the patio. Once done, I grabbed a Seven-Up and my book
and lay on the lounger reading. There wasn't a sound
from the boys room and I assumed they were busy
drawing or painting: it was pleasantly restful for
once.

When they re-appeared some time later, was I mistaken,
or were there two damp patches where the tips of their
cocks were? I tried unobtrusively to get a closer look
at them both as they wandered around. I was sure of
it: whatever they'd been doing in their room, it
wasn't painting that was for sure. I smiled inwardly
and turned over a new page in my book. It was going to
be one hell of a couple of weeks I mused, I hope Garry
has the stamina!

Pete left shortly after and Garry joined me on the
lounger. He unfastened the belt and zip on my trousers
and slid them off, leaving me in just my undies.
Laying down with his head in my lap, he picked up one
of his books and started to read, one hand holding the
book and the other holding his cock. I don't think he
noticed that I watched as he pulled his hand out of
his briefs, licked the cum off his fingers and put it
back.

The following Friday evening, Pete and his dad arrived
with Pete's suitcases. They were dropped off in the
lounge whilst we had a quick cup of tea and finalised
some of the odds and ends about Pete's staying with
us. Mike tried to press some money on me for looking
after Pete, but I refused, saying that one day he'll
no doubt to the same for Garry and me. He also gave me
a small bag to look after, and once the boys were out
of the way told me that it held Pete's asthma spray
and medicine. I looked at him surprised.

"Oh, don't worry, it's been ages since he had an
attack. This climate suits him, I think it must be
over a year since he had one, but I like to keep them
around just in case. But for God's sake don't tell him
you've got them - he'll never forgive me. It'll spoil
his image," Mike laughed.
I hid them away in my desk away from prying eyes and
shook hands with Mike as he left for the airport. As I
waved goodbye to him, I thanked God that he didn't ask
to see where his son was sleeping. Perhaps he
preferred not to know.

The two boys were full of themselves when I got back
into the flat. Garry even allowing his normally rather
serious nature be overtaken by Pete's exuberance.
Pete's suitcases had been upended and scattered over
the bed, his clothes then being thrown haphazardly
into various drawers and cupboards, socks mixed up
with shirts, underpants sharing space with towels. I
left them to it.

Five minutes later, they were back, the 'unpacking'
completed to their satisfaction.
"Want to eat out or in?" I asked.

"In!" they chorused. "Pizza. And beer!"
I dug the wallet out from my pocket and was just about
to open it when Garry said, "I'll get it," much to my
surprise. I looked at him quizzically, but the
unspoken question was ignored. From his pocket he
produced Ł20. I knew better than to ask him directly
where he got it; I knew he hadn't got a lot of money
on him and wondered where he got it from.

"Sold a picture," he grinned. "My first one. Oooops!
Second one," he continued, still grinning.
"Who to?" I asked.

"Pete's dad bought one Pete and me drew of him. Paid
me just now."

I grinned. Mike had managed to leave us some money
after all!
The boys ran out of the flat to get the food and
drink, evidently we were going to have a party
tonight. An hour later and they staggered back with
boxes of pizza, half a dozen beers and a case of
Seven-Up. These were quickly spread out on the patio,
followed by the tv.
"Brilliant!" they said, surveying the scene.

"Now let's get comfortable," Pete said.

Without the slightest hesitation, he shucked off his
shoes, T-Shirt and trousers leaving him in just those
yellow briefs he knew I appreciated. Garry shrugged
his shoulders, grinned and stripped down to his
briefs.

"You too," Pete said, staring at me, hands on his hips
almost daring me to defy him.

I looked at Garry who simply shrugged his shoulders
again and nodded his head ever so slightly, that
wicked grin of his playing about his mouth. Sighing
dramatically for effect I did as I was told and
dropped my clothes on top of theirs.

"Boxers?!!?" Pete said, "That's not fair. Only old men
wear those! Wait there."
He rushed off to his room in search of something he
considered more appropriate. Whilst he was gone, Garry
quickly came over to me, gave me a hug and whispered,
"Thanks!" and returned to his seat.

Pete came back waving a pair of tiny white briefs at
me. "Here, put these on."

"I like my boxers, I've got more to look after than
you two have and I need the room," I joked, holding
the briefs up in the air between two fingers. "I can't
wear these!"
"Yes you can," Pete giggled. "If we are, then you
gotta."
Turning my back on them both, I changed into the
briefs. To my surprise, they fitted better than I
thought they would. "Whose are these?" I asked.

"Yours," Garry said. Pete and I bought them the other
day. "They're a size smaller than mine, so I knew
they'd fit!!"

"Bollocks!" I mouthed at him.
I got a tongue for that and a giggle from Pete.

"That's better!" Pete said, "Now we're all the same."

He came across to where I was sat on the lounger, and
with a "Move up!", he sat cross-legged next to me.
Garry, not to be outdone sat on the floor between my
legs, resting his elbows on my knees as he helped
himself to pizza and a glass of beer. I stroked his
cheek gently as I ate, getting an occasional kiss on
the back of my hand. He was happy: a fist full of
pizza, a glass of cold beer and a SciFi video on the
tv. Leaning his head back into my groin, he wriggled
it about a bit, felt for my cock and giving it a
gentle nudge, blew me a kiss. I blew him one back and
gave him a squeeze with my knees.

Pete had somehow wormed his way close alongside me,
his leg now resting hard against mine. I put an arm on
his shoulder and gave him a hug before taking it back
and picking up my beer. I wasn't going to get away
with it that easily though, once I put the beer down
on the table, Pete grabbed my arm and put it back over
his shoulders, wriggling in even closer. He smiled
broadly at me as he adjusted the erection under his
briefs, making sure I saw what he was doing and taking
no pains to hide the fact that he was staring at my
groin, fortunately erection-less at the moment, but I
knew that wouldn't be for much longer.

I glanced up at the sky and happened to notice a plane
which had just taken off from Cairo airport.

"Your dad," I said, giving Pete a squeeze.

I felt him tense up under my arm, his hands drop to
his groin and a high pitched panic-stricken, "Jesus!
Where?" as he whipped his head round to look at the
door.

"Up there, on his way to London!" I laughed, pointing
at the aeroplane. "I can just see his face staring at
you."

It took Pete only a split second to realise I was
joking, but the look on his face was sheer terror
until he broke into a grin and thumped me in the leg
with his fist. "Christ! I thought he was here," he
said, "I nearly had a heart attack!"

"Why?" I asked innocently, "You're not doing anything
wrong are you? Or is it what you're wearing or
thinking?"

Garry thought this was hilarious and laughed loudly at
Pete's panic attack. Pete didn't think it quite so
funny though and looked both upset and abashed.

"Don't worry," Garry said, "It's only John's sick
sense of humour. Ignore it, I do."
I gave Pete a comforting squeeze and kissed him on top
of his head. "Sorry, I just couldn't resist it."

"S'OK," he mumbled, managing to raise a smile. "My
dick's never gone so soft so fast," he said, staring
at his groin and giggling.

"That'll be a change," Garry said cheerfully, looking
at Pete, "It's been hard ever since you got here!"

"So's yours," he retaliated, now fully recovered.

We all stared at Pete's yellow briefs and watched,
fascinated, as his cock slowly regained its former
state. I was conscious of my own dick now, hard as
iron and straining against the thin material. There
was even a tiny wet spot marking the end of it.

"Wanna see it?" Pete said quietly, looking at me, his
hand toying with his dick through his briefs.

I nodded, looking into his eyes. Garry, sensing things
were getting hot now, got to his feet and sat on my
knee, putting his arm round my neck. He too had a
boner, the head of it just sticking out the side of
his briefs, glistening wet. He rested one hand on it
and kissed me on the cheek, letting me know things
were all right.

Raising his hips off the lounger, Pete slipped his
briefs off and lay back down again, his perfect dick
now standing up proud. Unlike Garry and me, he'd been
circumcised, I saw. His dick, although a little
shorter than Garry's or mine, was thicker. The purple
crown was just as moist as Garry's, lending it an aura
of magic, the droplets of moisture twinkling in the
moonlight. It was sprouting up from a small halo of
soft curly hair, its dark colour serving to heighten
its innate beauty. I longed to touch it, to hold it,
to take it in my mouth, just like Garry must've done
several times by now. For an instant I was
inordinately jealous of him. I felt Garry tighten his
grip around my neck as he lifted himself up and worked
his briefs off. They both looked at me expectantly,
shifting their gaze from my face to my groin, their
looks speaking volumes. Pushing Garry off me, I raised
my hips and watched as Garry released my dick. Bending
over, he kissed the end of it and smiled up at me,
licking his lips.

"Your turn," he said quietly to Pete. Pete glanced
into my eyes, leaned down and softly licked the crown
of my cock. Getting back up again, he placed his
fingers round my throbbing cock and held it, feeling
my heartbeat racing. I leaned back and sighed. Garry
knelt down, took hold of Pete's beautiful cock and
slowly swallowed it. Pete moaned, closed his eyes and
thrust his hips upwards, making sure Garry took all of
him in. I felt his hand tighten round my dick as he
groaned, all other thoughts banished as he enjoyed
Garry's expert tonguing. Slowly he began to jerk me
off, timing himself to Garry's sucking, his fist
tightening and relaxing as he submitted himself to my
nephew/brother's experienced sucking.

As Garry's mouth and tongue did their work, Pete
started to writhe around, shaking his head and gasping
for air. The grip on my cock alternately tightened and
relaxed as he spasmed in uncontrolled delight, any
thoughts of masturbating me forgotten. His grip was
getting painful and with no little difficulty I prised
his hand off, allowing my pain to subside. Pete looked
at me with unseeing eyes and grasped my hand as
tightly as he could. This was getting a little too
much for me, Pete was going to lose it very soon and
take the edge of what could be a good night. I tapped
Garry on the head and shook my head. He got the
message and slowly released Pete's dick from his
mouth, substituting a very gently masturbating hand in
its place. Pete came down from his high and looked at
Garry, not understanding why he'd stopped so suddenly.


"Let's go to the bedroom," he whispered to Pete.

Pete nodded in reply and struggled to his feet
unsteadily, his mind still in a fog of hedonistic
pleasure. Garry, grinning, held on to him as he led
him off the balcony. I followed close behind, staring
at a pair of the most delightful and inviting butts
anyone could wish to see. I grabbed a handful of
Garry's cheeks and gave him a playful squeeze, getting
a sly grin in return and a slap as he pushed my hand
away.

Once on the bed, Pete knelt in the middle, leaned back
and rested on his hands, gripping his ankles. This had
the effect of forcing his hips upwards and outwards,
ensuring his now copiously dripping dick pointed
straight towards me. Before Garry could do anything, I
engulfed Pete's delicious cock in my mouth and tasted
it for the first time. It was all I expected, and
more. I had become so used to the feel of Garry's cock
in my mouth that the sensations I received from Pete
were overwhelmingly exciting. Being slightly fatter
and not so long, it was a completely new feeling and I
moaned loudly as I licked and swallowed the delights
he was offering. Somewhere in the far distance I
moaned again as Garry's mouth closed around my red-hot
love tool.

Pete arched his back even more and thrust himself
forwards as hard as he could, groaning both with the
effort and the extreme pleasure he was getting. "Oh!
Aaah! Jesus!" was all I could hear from him as he
started to writhe around the bed.

Hardly breaking the tangle we'd got ourselves into by
now, I moved Pete onto his side, partly to give me
better access to him, and partly to make it more
comfortable for us all; we'd rushed into our suck-fest
so hurriedly that none of us were comfortable. As we
lay down again, Pete grabbed a handful of my hair and
forced my head down between his legs, encouraging me
to take all I possibly could. Being a little bit
smaller than Garry, that was no problem, but being
somewhat thicker than I was used to, my jaw was
beginning to ache a little already. I needn't have
worried too much though because his excitement and
out-and-out lust ensured that he was rapidly
approaching his climax.

"Jesus! Don't stop! I'm cumming!" he gasped as he
thrust himself into me, his beautiful cock abruptly
spewing out rapid volley of cum, each one being
delivered with a grunt and painful dig into my scalp
with his fingers. I swallowed every last drop he gave
me, his cum sliding deliciously down my throat. I
could taste the difference between his and Garry's
somehow, but couldn't quite tell you how - it was
enjoyable though and I licked my lips as he allowed
his now tender dick to slip out.

Garry, meanwhile, had stopped sucking me to watch Pete
and he grinned at me as he collapsed back on the bed,
breathing heavily, a smile to end all smiles spread
across his face. Pete, eyes still closed, grasped his
dick, which was amazingly still solidly hard and
squeezed the last tiny drop of cum from it.

Garry, not wanting to be left out crawled up the bed
and licked the drop off Pete's hand and savoured it,
leaning over Pete's prone body and kissed me lightly.

"My turn," he whispered in my ear.

Kneeling over Pete, he pressed his cock against his
lips, swiping his pre-cum all round them. Opening his
eyes lazily, Pete allowed Garry to slid his cock
between his teeth and clamped his lips round them.
Lifting his hands up to Garry's butt, he gently guided
him in and out, timing himself perfectly. I watched,
fascinated as the two boys settled down to a steady,
satisfying rhythm, Garry looking down at his mate with
wide doe-like eyes, a look I knew well. It was an
incredibly erotic sight as far as I was concerned and
I grabbed my own spit-slickened dick and began to run
my fingers up and down it, conscious of my pre-cum
mixing with Garry's saliva. I swiped a fingerful up
and spread it around Pete's still tight hairless balls
and with feather light fingers massaged them. Pete
moaned deeply and writhed as he felt the delicious
sensations. Moving my hand up to his cock, I used just
my finger and thumb to play around his cockhead,
eliciting more moans of pleasure from him.  He was in
serious danger of sensual over-load as Garry speeded
up, his butt cheeks clenching tight as he prepared to
drop his load into Pete.

Just as he was about to cum, Garry stopped thrusting,
pulled himself out of Pete's mouth until he had just
his cockhead inside his lips, and with one final
thrust, pushed himself deep down Pete's throat, timing
it perfectly. I watched anxiously for the tell-tale
signs from Garry of another fit, but fortunately he
seemed to have himself under control and just moaned
ecstatically as he climaxed.

Pete's eyes flew open, he coughed once or twice and
managed to swallow most of his gift. Garry eased
himself out, lay alongside Pete and kissed him lightly
on the lips, looking at me all the time. I winked at
him and smiled.

Pete was laying between us, well and truly out of it.
And still his dick was hard - how the hell did he do
it? Garry noticed this too, and being the lovely,
helpful friend he was did no more than drop down and
take it in his mouth. As he slowly realised what was
happening to him, Pete looked up at me and Garry,
moaned ever so slightly and felt around for my cock.
He started to masturbate me in time with Garry's
motions, his delicate hand gently working the full
length of my once-again rigid dick. It took a lot
longer this time before Pete's balls tightened up into
his groin, but the climax he achieved when he bucked
his dick into Garry's mouth was just as good as
before, probably better in fact because it lasted
longer. Watching him jerk and spasm into my nephew's
waiting throat was more than I could stand - I fired
out my own contribution in a massive, high-powered
volley, covering both Garry and Pete with my efforts.

All three of us collapsed on the bed, breathing hard
and wrapping our arms round one another as if for
mutual support.

Garry, grinning like the cat that'd got the cream,
kissed the head of my now soft dick and licked up the
last drop of cum. "Told you!" he whispered. "He
fancied you!"
Pete slipped into a doze, a contented smile on his
face and one hand comforting his at-last soft dick.
Garry nodded in the direction of the patio and very
carefully we slid off the bed and walked quietly out
of the room, leaving Pete to his dreams for a while.

We stretched out on the lounger and cuddled up.

"OK?" I whispered in his ear.

"Yeah. He's alright, Pete. I like him."

"Not surprised," I grinned and kissed him lightly on
the lips.

"No, it's not just that. He's OK, sort of free and
good fun to be with and we like the same things."

"Good," I whispered, "but let's forget him just for a
minute. Give me a kiss."

We smooched for ages, enjoying the night air, peace
and quite, and each other. We were both in mellow
moods and for the first time in ages simply enjoyed
the pleasure of each other's company, chatting about
inconsequentials as we nestled together. We drifted in
and out of sleep, opening our eyes once in a while,
kissing and dropping off again.

I've no idea what time it was when I opened my eyes,
gave Garry a gentle squeeze and kissed him deeply. He
didn't bother opening his eyes, just moaned and hugged
me back. I felt his dick hardening between us and
turning his head ever so slightly whispered, "I wanna
be fucked."

As I whispered that there was nothing I would like
more, reminded him that we had a guest and despite our
urges, we'd have to wait, I spotted Pete out of the
corner of my eye squatted on the floor. He was
grinning at us through a mouthful of cold pizza, a
half drunk bottle of Coke in his hand.

"Can anyone join in?" he giggled.

Garry and I separated ourselves and sat up, grateful
in a way that Pete had turned up, otherwise we might
have taken things a lot further than we had.

"Fell asleep on the bed. Sorry!" he grinned. "You
should have woke me."

"Why?" Garry replied, reaching over for some food.

"`Cos I was going to stay awake all night with you
two." He finished off his pizza and got to his feet.
"This floor's cold," he said, rubbing his butt, "And
hard as well. Make some room for me."

He wriggled himself onto the lounger next to me and
sat cross-legged, one arm resting on my knee.
"What we doing today?" he asked Garry. "Any ideas?"

"No, not really," he replied. "Fancy going swimming or
something."

"Yeah, that'd be OK."

I leaned back and closed my eyes listening to the lads
chattering and making plans for the day.  I opened
them as I felt Garry get to his feet and go into the
flat. "Gotta piss!" he grinned at us.

Pete turned to me and said, "Thanks for having me
while dad's away. It'll be more fun here than in
England."

I smiled at him and gave him a hug. "Anytime," I
replied.

He leaned over, put his arms round my neck and moved
closer. I nodded ever so slightly at him and he leaned
in to kiss me. It started innocently enough, just a
sort of `thank you' peck to begin with, but suddenly
he kissed me deep and hard, his tongue reaching onto
my mouth and his hands running up and down my back.
Automatically I responded, hugging him tighter and
returning the kiss with equal passion. He was good,
and obviously enjoyed kissing, evidenced by his low
growls and moans as we embraced. We broke apart as I
felt Garry re-join us on the lounger. Looking at him I
felt slightly guilty for enjoying Pete so much and I
felt myself blush at having been caught out. Garry,
seeing my embarrassment, smiled, stuck his tongue out
slightly and winked.

"I'm going to lay on the bed for a while, I haven't
got the energy you two have," I said after a while.
"I'll leave you to it."

I slept for close on three hours, only waking when I
smelt food being cooked. Throwing on a pair of shorts
I wandered into the kitchen and saw the lads, now
dressed in underpants, eating a fry-up.

"Morning!" they said in unison. " `Bout time you got
up!"

I joined them, helped myself to a cup of tea and
slowly allowed myself to wake up.

Glancing round me, I noticed that the balcony and flat
had been cleaned and tidied, hardly a trace of the
previous night's festivities being left.

"How long you been up?" I asked.

"Didn't go to sleep!" Pete said, "We've been up all
night."

"About an hour," Garry said at the same time.

They looked as each other and giggled. "Yeah. `Bout an
hour," Pete agreed. "We're going to have a shower and
then go swimming at the Club. You going to come?"
I thought for a moment and declined their offer. "You
two go, I'll join you later and I'll get us all
lunch."


Chapter Eleven.

And so life carried on for the next week or so, the
two boys out enjoying themselves most days while I was
at work, and spending our evenings together. After
that first frantic night, our sex lives calmed down to
a reasonable level, with Pete and Garry enjoying
themselves doing whatever they wanted whilst I was
out, and more often than not, a pleasant, lazy
three-some at night. Pete was having a whale of a
time, never having had such a good time for ages,
spending his days at the club, shopping, or in the
games room with Garry and his nights sleeping with
Garry and I. Garry and I were OK as well, glad of his
company mostly, but aware that we were both getting a
little frustrated at having so little time together by
ourselves.

We all sat on the balcony one evening, having just
finished dinner when Pete went indoors, leaving us
alone for a couple of minutes.

Garry leaned over and pecked me on the cheek, taking
the opportunity whilst Pete was away to have one of
those `just you and me' moments. He put his arms round
my waist and whispered, "It's just like being married,
having kids around all the time!"

I laughed with him, and agreed.

"I miss it," he went on, "You know, just you and me."

I knew exactly what he meant and said, "Still, it's
only another few days, and Pete's enjoying himself."

"Oh, yeah, I don't mind that. It's just that we don't
seem to get any time to ourselves."

Pete came back at that moment with one of their art
books and sat at the table drawing. Garry joined him
and together they worked on some new picture or other,
happy now we'd had a second or two by ourselves.

I was a little surprised the following morning when
Pete announced that he was going out for a couple of
hours. I was a little concerned about letting him go
out by himself, but then remembered that he knew more
of Cairo than I did, and would be perfectly safe. As
if reading my mind, he said that he was only going to
see a mate of his and would take a taxi both ways.

"I'll give you a ring when I'm on the way back," he
said as he left.

Garry came across and sat on my knee, kissing me on
the neck and resting his head on my shoulder.

"How'd you manage that?" I said, stroking his hair.

Garry giggled and rubbed his butt into my groin.
"Bribed him," he whispered as he nibbled my ear. "Told
him I'd buy a take-away for us tonight. He'd've gone
out anyway," he went on. "We did a trade."

"Trade?" I queried.

"Yeah. I get you today and he gets you tomorrow! I've
got to go to the Council anyway to take some books
back."

"You sure?" I said, "Not the books. I mean about
leaving Pete here."

" `Course. What you gonna do that we haven't already?
In any case, I think he'd like to be by himself with
you for a bit, he really like you, you know."

I smiled back at him and pulled him closer. We kissed
deeply and passionately, safe in the knowledge that we
wouldn't be disturbed.

"Let's go back to bed," he murmured.

It'd been over a week since we'd made love and it
showed. As soon as we were undressed and laying on the
bed, Garry pulled me over and kissed me ferociously
and frenziedly, his tongue lashing around inside my
mouth, his cock, rock-hard and pressing urgently into
my thigh. I felt no less passionate and returned his
kisses, suddenly realising I needed his body just as
much as he did mine.

"Fuck me, please!" he begged, "I can't wait any
longer, I've missed it so much!"

Somehow he managed to straddle me and point my prick
at his hole without once breaking our kiss. Moaning
deeply I slipped inside him, my cock dripping enough
pre-cum to sink a battle-ship! I was looking forward
to a slow, mind-blowing and wonderful session, but
Garry was far too excited to worry about that. With
eyes closed and a lustful expression, he began to ride
up and down my cock rapidly and hungrily.

"Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" he groaned with each stroke, "Ugh!
Ugh! Ugh!"

I grasped his red-hot dick and held it firmly in my
hand, letting his frantic motion do all the work. We
both knew what was going to happen next, and for once
I didn't care. Garry needed this as much as I did, and
knew that he wouldn't feel satisfied until he'd done
it.

For once he came first and I watched, fascinated, as
his dick spewed out innumerable pellets of steaming
cum. Garry hardly noticed his massive orgasm as he
continued, managing just three or four more squirts
before I deposited my load, coating his insides with
as much cum as I'd ever produced. I felt Garry's butt
cheeks clench tightly on my swollen dick and his body
lock solid with a low guttural groan. He fell forwards
on top of me, shivering and trembling, eyes open and
staring unfocussed into space. I wrapped my arms round
him and hung on to him firmly, my now softened dick
clamped inside him.
It took over five minutes for him to come to and relax
enough to look at me. He grinned sheepishly and rolled
onto his side. He opened his mouth as if to say
something, but I put a finger over it and shushed him,
giving him a kiss instead. Incredibly I felt his dick
stiffen up again as we embraced. He looked at me with
that special wicked grin of his and managed to stammer
out, "My turn!"

Without a moments pause he lifted my legs up and
pressed his tool against me. With only the very
slightest pressure he eased himself in and rested for
a second. "That's better!" he sighed.

This time we took it slowly, Garry savouring every
second of our union, smiling gently at me as he thrust
to and fro, judging them to perfection.

"It's. Been. So. Long." he said, punctuating each word
with a lunge. "I've. Missed. This. So. Much."

On the last word he forced himself deeper in me and
orgasmed for the second time.

"Christ!" he yelled out, "Aaaaagh!"

Once more he collapsed on me, but without the fit this
time. "I'm fucked!" he grinned broadly. "Well and
truly fucked!" he sighed. "That was worth waiting
for!"

We giggled insanely and nestled against each other,
too exhausted to move.

"Love you," he whispered.

I looked over at him and glanced down at his perfect
body. An image of Michelangelo's David flashed through
my mind. `No comparison', I thought to myself. `None
whatsoever.'

"Love you too," I whispered back.

The next thing we knew was Garry's mobile phone
ringing insistently.

"Pete," Garry said without moving. "He'll be back in
ten minutes."

He was, too. Garry and I had struggled into some
clothes and were sat on the balcony, still feeling the
worse for wear when the front door opened and Pete
came bouncing in. There is something very unpleasant
about seeing an exuberant, hyper-active boy jumping
around when you are feeling as bone-tired as we were.
Managing a pale smile, I looked at Pete and asked him
if he was OK.

"Yeah. You two OK?" he grinned. "You look knackered!"

"Yeah," Garry replied. "We've been worrying about
you."

"Bollocks!" he mouthed, and thankfully said nothing
more.

As promised, Garry paid for the take-away that evening
- and without prompting, which was a first! The lads
had decided to have an Indian for a change, and do it
properly. That meant moving all the furniture on the
balcony to the sides and eating sat cross-legged on
the floor. Deliberately I think, the boys had donned
wide-legged shorts for the evening and I watched,
laughing to myself, as they spent as much time trying
to look down the insides of them as they were eating.
Their eyes were sparkling and they were happily
telling each other jokes as they ate. Give your
average teenager a tv, food and some salacious sex and
they're in heaven I mused to myself as I grabbed a
bottle of beer. Good for them, I thought. Let them
enjoy while they can.

Around midnight I decided to call it a day; the lads
were still lively and obviously were going to make a
night of it and so I went to lay down on the bed.
Shortly afterwards Garry came in and sat on the edge
of the bed.

"You OK?" he said.

"Yeah, just a bit tired, that's all."

"Good. Pete and me are staying outside tonight. I'll
see you in the morning." He stood up to leave, and
just before closing the door, added, "Get some sleep,
you'll need it."

It took me a minute or two to work out what he meant:
I'd forgotten that he was going out and leaving me in
Peter's charge! I smiled to myself and drifted off to
sleep.

The following morning I fell out of bed just after
nine o'clock. The flat was suspiciously quiet and I
dressed quickly to find out why. Poking my head onto
the balcony, I saw the two boys still fast asleep on
the lounger, back-to-back and still fully dressed. The
rest of the patio showing signs of a good party, even
the tv was still playing away to itself in the corner.
Deciding to leave them to it, I made myself some
breakfast and went out to do some early-morning food
shopping.

I got back half an hour later to find the boys busy
working. The patio had more or less been tidied up,
the rubbish disposed of and Pete was struggling in the
kitchen trying his best to do bacon and eggs for
themselves. I put the shopping bag down and went
across to help him, getting one of those `Garry' looks
which meant `leave me alone, I can do it.' in return.
I also got a lovely cheerful smile. I grinned back and
went in search of Garry.

He was having a shower, and so, feeling at a bit of a
loss, sat down and read the newspaper. It wasn't long
before Garry came in, stood behind me and rested his
hands on my chest, his head alongside mine.

"Going out," he nuzzled in my ear. "I'll ring you when
I'm about ten minutes away on the way back."
He kissed me on the neck and went to see Pete before
he left.

I continued reading the paper, half-listening as Pete
cleared away the breakfast things, humming to himself
happily. The last cupboard door banged shut and
seconds later Pete jumped on the sofa next to me, sat,
as usual, cross-legged. He leaned over and read the
paper with me for a few minutes before he asked what
we were going to do this morning.

I glanced at him and ruffled his hair. "First thing,"
I said quietly, "Is for you to have a shower. You
smell of cooking."

For just a split second he looked acutely embarrassed,
but pulling himself together, he grinned at me and
with a cheerful "OK!" shot off to the bathroom.

He seemed to be ages in there, my mind trying to
imagine him running his hands all over that delightful
body of his. I'd done it often enough myself the past
few days, but was still slightly jealous of him, being
able to do it whenever he wanted. I remembered what
Garry was like at his age and how I had difficulty in
keeping my hands off him even then.

At last he re-joined me, dressed in nothing else but
his wide-legged bright yellow shorts. As he parked
himself beside me, I was almost bowled over by the
scent. He'd overdone the smellies, badly.

"You smell nice," I said, smiling at him.

"Yeah. I couldn't decide which one you'd like the
most, so I put a bit of all of them on." He giggled
childishly and added, "Overdone it a bit haven't I?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "But it's nice all the same. And
thanks."

"For what?"

"Thinking of which one I'd like the most."

"Oh, shit!" he said, blushing bright crimson. "Did I
just say that?"

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Shit!" he smiled, "I didn't mean to say that, just
think it!"

"Never mind."

"Anything much in the paper?" he asked, changing the
subject.

"No, not really."

"Good. Can we talk?"

"Sure. What do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, nothing really. I mean anything. I mean ......"
He tailed off, embarrassed again.

Folding the paper up, I placed it on the table and
turned to face him. I knew precisely what he wanted
and why he was so tongue-tied, the problem was that he
didn't know where to start.

"Come here," I said, pulling him closer.

He worked himself nearer and I put an arm over his
shoulder. "Better?" I whispered.

He nodded and took hold of my hand draped on his
chest. Deciding he wasn't comfortable enough, he
uncrossed his legs and lay them along the sofa,
resting his head on my thigh, still holding my hand.

"How long's Garry going to be?" he asked.

"About two hours, I think. Why?"

"Oh, nothing really. Just wondered."

That wasn't true of course. He knew how long Garry had
planned to be, and why he'd left us alone as well. I
felt sorry for him; I'd been teasing him slightly and
felt guilty.

I lifted him up from my lap and brought his head up to
mine. He folded his arms behind my neck and leaned
towards me. Slowly he brushed his lips against mine,
looked into my face and seeing no objection, kissed me
properly, lips closed. Wriggling around to make
himself more comfortable, he kissed me again, this
time slipping the tip of his tongue between my lips.
Leaning back a little, he giggled and gave me five or
six quick pecks.

"I like this," he sighed. "Kiss me again?"

I did, it now being my turn to give him half a dozen
pecks. He mewled, eyes closed and a beautiful smile
spread across his face. We kissed again, properly this
time, tongues entwined. Falling back onto the sofa, he
lay atop me, hands clamped over my ears as he kissed
and kissed and kissed. Eventually he paused to take a
breath and look at me.

"Nobody kisses me anymore," he whispered, "Not since
mum left."

That was part of it, of course, but I also guessed
that Pete was once of those few boys who actually
enjoyed kissing and being kissed; it certainly got him
aroused as I could tell from the pressure his groin
was exerting on my navel. I also knew, from the odd
times we'd kissed in bed with Garry that he was good
at it.
"Want to stay here?" I said quietly, "Or ......?"

"Let's move," he replied hoarsely, "Let's go to your
room."

Garry, in similar circumstances would have undressed
on the way to the bedroom, leaping onto the bed,
ready, willing and able to take whatever came next.
Pete was a very different kettle of fish. He was keen
enough to get to the room, and jumped on the bed,
grinning and waiting for me to join him. He lay on his
side, patting the bed in front of him as he grinned.

This was a new game to me, and one which I found
intriguing. He had a very obvious erection, as did I,
but he seemed oblivious to it. I lay down, facing him
and stroked his cheek. Like before, he kissed me
lightly, gave me a few tantalizing pecks and then hit
me seriously. I was taken aback completely by his
energy, not only was he kissing me deeply and
passionately, but his hands, his arms and even his
legs were all over me; he just couldn't get enough. He
slowed down just enough to free his hands so he could
strip me, not once stopping the kisses. Once undressed
he lay alongside me, chest to chest.

"Undress me," he whispered.

It was only a second's work to rid him of his shorts,
the only thing he was wearing. Once naked, his
incredibly hard and dripping boner standing out
perfectly horizontal in from of him, he gave a deep
sigh and started the kisses again, but this time much
more tenderly and attentively.

My own dick was being squashed painfully between us,
and with no little difficulty I managed to fit it
between his legs, whereupon he gripped it firmly
between his thighs, rocking up and down slightly,
giving me the most wonderful feeling. Eventually he
ran out of steam and arched his back to look at me,
still grinning.

"This's good, isn't it? And we've got absolutely ages
yet!"

"Mmmm," I agreed, taking the chance to get my brain
functioning again. He was right, it was good, perhaps
Garry and I were too used to each other now, but with
Pete it was certainly different - and more exhausting!

I took his throbbing, almost hairless dick in my hands
and teased it gently, rubbing my fingers round his
exquisite balls once in a while.

Taking his cue from me, we returned to our kissing,
much more slowly this time and I felt his hand reach
for my cock. Slipping over to my side, we caressed and
fondled for a while, taking our time so's not to spoil
things and cum too soon.

He was still looking for his smooches as much as
anything else, and I quickly noticed that every time
we kissed deeply, his dick twitched delightfully in my
hand. Experimentally I kissed him deeply a couple of
times and confirmed my discovery. Lessening the
intensity a little I began to masturbate him instead.
Then another kiss, then more rubbing. Then ...... I
soon had him moaning and thrashing about the bed like
a thing possessed, and still I persisted.

"Christ! No! Yes! Keep going! Stop! Jesus!! I heard
him stammer out.

One more kiss did it. As I buried my tongue into his
mouth, I felt rather than heard the long moan as he
ejaculated onto my waiting hand. His hips bucked a few
times, his dick swelled as he deposited his incredible
stream of white-hot jizz.

"Ow! Ow!" he moaned with each spasm, "Ow!"

Once they'd subsided, he kissed me once last time and
said, "I've never come so hard that it hurt before.
Didn't know it could do that."

He proved the point to me just a little later when he
gave me the blow-job of a life-time. His kissing
talents extended to other areas as well!

We managed, with an effort, to get ourselves washed
and cleaned up in plenty of time before Garry came
back, and were the picture of innocence as he walked
through the door. The game was only given away by an
almighty wink from Pete and a smile you couldn't
mistake. We were rewarded by a grin from Garry and a
whispered "I'll tell you about it later!" from me.


Chapter Twelve.

We spent the evening at the club, me having a few
beers at the bar and the boys playing pool with some
of the other lads. Over the meal (and a few beers I
was persuaded to buy them) we chatted idly. It was
noticeable how much more relaxed Pete had become over
the past few days he'd spent with us, he was much more
at ease and outgoing now, rabbiting on about all sorts
of things. I suppose the things we'd done together had
helped!

After the meal we wandered home slowly, Garry and I
walking side by side and Pete window-shopping, running
from one to the other excitedly. Whilst keeping an eye
on Pete, I gave Garry a quick resume of the morning's
events, missing nothing out. Garry absorbed it all,
grinning from ear to ear.

"He didn't try anything else on then?" I was asked.

"No," I replied. "To be honest, I don't think he even
thought about it. My guess is that he's never done
that sort of thing."

"You're probably right," Garry agreed. "He's never
tried it on with me either. But it's interesting about
the kissing bit. We've never done much of that, he
always seems satisfied with a quick BJ or wank. Maybe
he just likes older men," he giggled.

I think Garry was relieved to hear we hadn't gone
beyond a bit of mutual masturbation and BJ'ing, but he
didn't say anything, he only took my arm in his and
smiled at me contentedly.

"I think he'd quite lonely really," Garry said after a
while. "I know he's got his father and lots of other
friends, but that thing he said to you about not being
kissed for ages is probably true. I've never seen his
father even hug him, let alone kiss him."

That thought had also crossed my mind too. Knowing
Dave as well as I did, I guessed that he was one of
those men that didn't, or couldn't, show any physical
affection, especially towards other males. He was
obviously alright with Pete's adolescent sexuality;
our conversation just before he left confirmed that,
and he accepted the relationship Garry and I had
without any problem. But how well did he know his son
and understand his almost desperate need for at least
a bit of physical attention? Garry and I agreed that
Pete was like Jake in some ways, the sex bit was just
a bit of fun, to be sampled and enjoyed, but not taken
too seriously. And the kissing he looked upon as a
demonstration of close friendship as much as anything
else, his raging hormones taking him over the top very
easily. Whatever the reasons though, Garry and I were
happy with the situation and agreed Pete was an OK fun
guy to be with.

Further background to Pete's history came to light
later on that night. We were laying on the bed,
chatting idly about nothing in particular when Garry
asked him when he had his first sexual experiences.

Pete showed no sort of embarrassment at the rather
personal question, in fact he smiled slightly as he
recollected it.

"I went to a boarding school in England for a year
when Mum and Dad first moved out here," he said
quietly. Before then I'd gone to an ordinary school,
but we never did anything there. Anyway, I had a bed
next to a boy called Andrew. One night when everyone
else was asleep, he crept into my bed. I thought he
just wanted to talk at first, but then he put my hand
on his dick which was really hard, and asked me to
wank him off."

Pete giggled a bit, and then went on, "I didn't know
what he meant at first and he had to show me, but then
it was OK and we did it together. He liked kissing a
bit, but not as much as me." Pete looked at me and
grinned. "I like kissing, lots!"

I kissed him on the cheek and returned the smile.

"Well, after that first time we did it nearly every
night after everyone else was asleep. I didn't like
him wanking me very much though, `cause he was sort of
rough and hurt me. But then we ended up kissing each
other and me jerking him off at the same time. I
always came without being touched, which was OK. I
don't think he liked doing it to me very much anyway.
The best times though was when we were in the shower
together. He wanted me to suck his dick, but I didn't
want to. Then he promised that he'd kiss me until I
came if I would suck him afterwards - and that was
brilliant! We kissed and kissed until I shot my stuff
all over him, then I got to suck him until he came. I
liked doing that after a while and we did it whenever
we could."

I noticed Pete's cock had got hard when he was
remembering all this, and I was pleased to see Garry
had noticed as well and had taken a gentle hold of it.

The stimulation was having it's effect on Pete as he
sidled nearer to me and pecked me on the lips. I
folded my arms round his neck and pulled him tighter
to me, giving him a lips-closed kiss.
He sighed as he adjusted his position and kissed me
deeply, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth
deliciously.

"Mmmmmmm!" he groaned as he once more began to climb
on the roller-coaster.

Seconds later, he was bumping and grinding into me
with an energy and passion only the young seem to
have. Garry, meanwhile, was still playing with his
cock and balls, and giving him the occasional suck.  I
caught his eye and winked at him. Garry grinned back
and transferred his mouth from Pete's saliva-slickened
dick to mine, returning to toying with Pete's hard-on
with his fingers.

I moaned ecstatically as I felt Garry's warm mouth and
tongue engulf me: Pete must've picked up the signals
too as he tried his best to get his tongue as far down
my throat as he could, whimpering with the effort.

I've no idea how long we stayed like this, it must've
been for ages. Each time Pete thought he was going to
cum, he backed off a little and slowed things down.
Unlike earlier in the day, he was going to make this
last as long as he possibly could, but unfortunately
it was me who finally brought things to a head. Garry
was doing a magnificent job on me, getting me to the
brink several times before at last he let me cum. I
groaned loudly into Pete's mouth as I bucked and
jerked, urging my dick deep into Garry's throat.
Pete's kisses were so mind-numbing and erotic that I
was only dimly aware I was shooting my love-juices
into Garry, my cock spasming uncontrollably. I'd only
just finished when Pete, with one last feral moan,
orgasmed long and hard, his throbbing cock spraying
out gobs of hot cum over my stomach and Garry's hand.
Still with eyes closed and his tongue in my mouth, his
little body jerked four or five times before he sighed
deeply and lay back, panting.

"Wow!" he whispered, "That was good!"

I grinned at him and gave him one last kiss as he
rolled onto his side, exhausted. Garry meanwhile had
worked his way behind me and put his dick between my
butt cheeks. As Pete began to drift off into a doze,
Garry began to slide his tool up and down my butt. I'm
sure he would have loved to slide it in me, but with
Pete so close, decided against it. Instead he put a
hand on my chest and played with my nipples as he
mewled in my ear, his red-hot cock moving slowly back
and forth. It wasn't too long before I felt it harden
a little more and his thrusting get more urgent.
Almost silently he shuddered and juddered against my
back and I felt the warm wetness of his jizz coat my
back, from neck to butt. Instantly he hugged me tight,
squeezing his cum between us.

"That's better!" he nuzzled in my ear. Now we can all
get some sleep!"

I rolled over to face him, and taking his head between
my hands, kissed him lovingly and gently. We cuddled
up together, temporarily ignoring Pete as we pecked at
each other, smiling gently.

"Love you!" he mouthed.

"Love you back!" I said.

As Pete nestled into my back, his now flaccid cock
resting on my crack and an arm draped over Garry and
I, we drifted off to sleep, well satisfied.

The next thing I knew was slowly waking up with a wet
tongue swiping along my lips, a small nose rubbing
against mine. I opened my eyes and found myself
staring at Pete.

"Morning, John," he said quietly.

"Morning, Pete." I looked round for Garry, but he
wasn't there; it was just Pete and I.

"He's getting a shower and then starting breakfast,"
Pete explained. "He'll give us a yell when it's
ready."

I put an arm round Pete and held him lightly. "That's
a nice way to wake up," I grinned. "Thanks."

"S'OK," he smiled back. "Thought you'd like it."

Pete wriggled himself over so he was half-laying on
top of me and settled down to a serious smooching
session. This lad is certainly different I mused to
myself as I enjoyed his attentions, both our dicks
rising to the occasion. I guess most boys like jerking
off once in a while, some like doing it in two's and
three's and others, like Garry, taking it a lot
further, but this was the first time I'd ever met
anyone like Pete who got off just on kissing. OK, he'd
pressed his knee into my groin and was slowly jerking
me off as we kissed, but I had the distinct feeling
that this was just for my benefit as anything else.

I let Pete take the lead, which he obviously liked and
he set to with a will, his tongue and lips working
their magic. His hugely erect prick was pressing
desperately into my thigh as he lost himself in his
own world, his pre-cum leaking into my pubic hairs. As
the smooching got more fervent and desperate, his dick
started to throb and six or seven spurts of cum
ejected themselves to join his pre-cum in my groin.
The only indication I had from him during his orgasm
was a guttural moan or two as our tongues battled -
even after he'd finished his ejaculation, he carried
on, only slowing down slightly.

When I gently pushed him away so I could take a
breather, he immediately dived down onto my dick,
absorbed it into his mouth where my tongue had been
just a few seconds before, and sucked, licked and
slurped until I couldn't take any more of it. Putting
my hands on the back of his head, I held him there as
I shot my cum pellets into his throat, delivering each
one with a grunt and not a little pain as he sucked
for all he was worth.

We were slowly winding down, kissing once again, when
we heard Garry call out that breakfast was ready.
Grinning at each other, we fell out of bed, searched
for our clothes and with one last quick peck, headed
downstairs.

Chapter Thirteen

In the afternoon we had a phone call from Dave to say
that he would be coming home the following day, the
flight arriving at about eight in the morning. Pete
had mixed feelings about this; he was enjoying himself
immensely staying with us, but at the same time missed
his dad and his own home of course. We had about an
hour of his moodiness, but then he cheered up,
especially as I promised to take them to the club for
lunch.

During the afternoon the lads disappeared into the
games room and closed the door. I heard laughter and
giggles for the remainder of the day, but wasn't
allowed in to whatever it was they found so amusing -
at least until late evening. I'd prepared a sort of
`going away' barbecue on the balcony for us and rented
a video. The lads were called at about ten o'clock,
having been in their room for the best part of seven
hours, with only an occasional glimpse of them as they
emerged to grab a soft drink once in a while.

When they joined me, they were carrying a large
picture between them. As they propped it up on the
table, I stared at it in awe. It was a pastel drawing
of the Rodin statue of `The Kiss', but they'd changed
the heads so that they were remarkable likenesses of
Pete and myself! I stared art it for a good few
minutes, taking in it's beauty and the skill with
which it had been drawn.

"That's amazing!" I gasped out, "Incredible." I gave
them both a quick kiss in thanks.

"Hey!," Pete giggled, "You'd better not start anything
you can't finish!"

I stared down - the little monster had started to get
hard already! Giving him a hug instead of another
kiss, I was distracted by Garry.

"Hey, there's something else you haven't seen yet."

I looked at him curiously.

"Here, at the bottom."

He pointed out that entwined with the foliage
decoration round the base of the drawing were Garry
and Pete's names, so carefully hidden that you
wouldn't know they were there unless you were told.
That was a nice little touch, I thought.

Pete was standing a little behind us, smiling broadly.
"Thought you'd like it," he said. "But," he added on a
more serious note, "I don't think you'd better let my
dad see it!"
He was right of course, and I promised that it'd
remain our secret. I was getting quite a little
collection of erotic art, I thought to myself, none of
which was at all suitable for putting on public
display!

We had a pleasant evening chattering, eating and
watching the video; we'd put all thoughts of the
imminent arrival of Pete's dad at the back of our
minds until it was approaching midnight. I turned to
Pete and suggested that it was about time we thought
about going to bed, as we were in for an early start
the following day.

"Don't want to go to bed," he said a little on the
sulky side. " `Cause the next thing you know is that
it's morning and I'll have to go home."

Garry and I grinned at each other wryly and shrugged
our shoulders, not quite knowing what to say.

"Let's go to bed now then," Garry chirped up, "And we
can talk and stuff as long as we want. All night if
you feel like it!"

And that is what we did, getting undressed and laying
in a tangled mess on the bed, continuing our
conversation much as before, as well as enjoying the
company of each other's bodies. In the short time we'd
been together as a three-some, we'd adopted a sort of
routine, with Pete sharing his body between us, me
getting the top half with his kisses and Garry the
bottom half with his superb dick! This suited us all
quite nicely and we spent most of the night lazily
enjoying ourselves, putting off the thoughts of the
morrow until we had to.

It was a rather tired and bleary-eyed trio who set off
for the airport early the following morning, Pete
feeling a lot better than he had the evening before,
mainly because he and Garry had arranged a sleep-over
the following week-end. At the back of my mind I also
resolved to try and have a talk with Dave about his
son's need for some physical contact with him.

This thought was confirmed when the two met in the
arrivals lounge. Dave shook hands with Garry and I,
and simply rested his hand on Pete's shoulder for a
couple of minutes, smiling down at him. Pete had
deliberately stood quite close to his father, hoping
for a hug or something I guess, but it never
materialised and Pete moved away, the welcoming
sparkle gone out of his eyes.

I dropped the two off at their house an hour or so
later, and left them to it. Garry and I went home and
stood in the lounge, looking at the mess. Garry put
his arm round my waist and leaned against me.

"It's nice being by ourselves again." he sighed. "I
like Pete, but ........"

I interrupted him by giving him a hug and agreeing
with him. "Let's get this lot sorted," I said, feeling
the need to restore the flat to its normal state.
Garry was right, much as it was good fun having Pete
stay, it was better now it was just the two of us.
An hour of furniture moving and cleaning up and it was
back as we liked it, apart from one thing. We'd just
sat down on the patio when Garry jumped up, locked the
front door and turned our phones off. He stripped down
to his pants and nestled against me on the lounger.  I
stretched my legs out, rested an arm on his shoulders
and sighed.

Garry didn't say anything: he didn't need to. There
was just the two of us now, and he'd made sure we
weren't going to be interrupted. Turning on to his
side, he curled up, put his head in my groin, put his
thumb in his mouth and closed his eyes. Within five
minutes I too was dozing, blissfully aware that once
again we were alone.

I half-woke up some time later as Garry re-adjusted
his position, he was staring at me, eyes unfocused and
still sleepy.

"Lay down," he whispered, "I can't get comfortable."

I did as I was asked and we lay facing each other, his
chest and groin pressing softly against me. We kissed
easily and lethargically, wrapping our arms round our
waists,

"Nice," Garry muttered. "But it'd be better without
our clothes on."

I reached down and pushed his briefs off, closely
followed by mine. Once more we nestled up, our still
soft dicks enjoying the freedom they'd been given. We
smooched some more and then lay back, staring at the
sky.

"Fancy going out?" I said after a while. "I think we
could both do with some exercise."

Garry yawned, stretched and scratched his balls.
"Yeah, if you like. Down the club?"

"Yes, if you like."

We dressed casually and ambled to the club, which as
fairly quiet for a change. Picking a table on the
pool-side, we got a couple of beers and watched the
kids playing in the water.

"Pack it up!" Gary giggled, kicking me under the
table.

"What?" I said, coming back out of a daydream.

"Boy watching!" he laughed.

As a matter of fact, just for a change I wasn't, I was
thinking of Pete and his dad. I mentioned my idea of
trying to get Dave to take more of an interest in
Pete, and how I thought they needed to be a bit more
attentive towards each other.

"Hadn't thought of that," Garry said putting his beer
down. "You and me have always been sort of touchy and
feely, haven't we?"
"Yeah, I replied, "But remember what it was like
before? You know, when you were living at home? You
didn't get much then did you?"

"No. Not the sort you mean anyway," he said,
shuddering as he remembered the `physical contact' he
had with his father.

"Sorry! I said, resting a hand on his, "Didn't mean to
stir up bad memories."

"That's OK, you didn't. Or at least, they're not so
bad now, they were a lifetime ago."

The conversation drifted along, talking of some of the
good times we'd shared, both here and in England.
"Remember the first time we ever did anything, in the
car on the airport?" Garry said, grinning. "I thought
it was the best thing that'd ever happened to me. And
when we messed about in my bedroom afterwards, it got
even better."

I smiled at the recollection. Garry and I had never
really spoken of our feelings about when we first got
together and `did things', we just let things take
their course and accepted them at that level.
Fortunately, things had worked out well for both of
us. Once in a while I had a minor panic attack,
thinking of what life would have been like for both of
us if we'd never got together, but I quickly banished
those thoughts as they were too depressing, and to be
frank, also frightening.

"So," I went on, "You were never worried or upset by
what we did then?"

"No," he replied. "Not really. I was younger then, but
I remember thinking that you gave me the best feelings
I'd ever had." Then added as an aside, "And still do!"

I squeezed his hand and stuck my tongue out at him.

"Anyway, the only time I thought about it seriously
was once or twice when they were talking about queers
or gays on tv and I thought of you and me. But then
dad would always say something horrible about them."
He giggled before carrying on, "I nearly told him once
that I was gay and what he was saying wasn't very
nice, and he hadn't a clue what he was talking about."

This was news to me, and I looked at him curiously.
"And?" I said.

"And nothing. I just kept quiet. It was sort of fun in
a way, having that sort of secret from dad. He'd've
hit the roof if ever he'd found out. But then," he
giggled again, "It would've been worth telling him
just to see his face." He looked sideways at me, and
added vehemently, "Bastard!"

The hurt was still there, I thought to myself, and I
suppose it always will be. Shaking my head to clear
the thought, I squeezed his hand again, getting a
lovely smile in return.

"Can I ask you something?" Garry said, looking
directly at me.

"Yes, of course," I replied.
"Would you have still got me to come and live with
you, even if we didn't, you know, do stuff?"

"Of course," I said. Normally I would have made a joke
of some sort at this point, but I sensed Garry wasn't
in the mood for levity. "I think you were in a very
bad situation, being physically abused by your dad,
and even worse, being emotionally abused by everyone
in your family. And you still are," I added pointedly.
"They've ignored you ever since we moved out here,
haven't they?"

He nodded. "But I don't care about them anymore," he
said. "Well, I do sort of in a way, but not all that
much. If anything every happened to them, then ......"
He tailed off.

"Yeah, I understand," I said. "And to carry on from
where we were, then yes. I would have tried my
damnedest to get you away. I didn't know it at the
time, but it wasn't just the life you were living that
I wanted to change, it was also because I felt we had
something else between us; and before you ask, it
wasn't your body! I knew I could look after you
better, and we could have a good life together."

"Thanks," he whispered.

I grinned broadly at him, and playfully slapped his
cheek. "Piss off," I mouthed.

I got another couple of beers for us and we changed
the subject. We were, in fact, just starting to talk
about Pete and Dave when out of the corner of my eye I
saw them approaching.

"Hiya, Dave!" I said, standing up hurriedly before
Garry said anything.

"Hiya!" they said together and sat down with us.

We listened as Dave went on about his work in the UK
for a while, explaining some of the problems he was
having. Much as we were interested, neither the boys
nor myself were able to understand most of them. The
lads excused themselves and went off to the arcade to
find some games to play.

"Glad they've gone!" Dave said, "Now we can relax." He
wasn't being unpleasant or nasty in saying this, it
was just that he enjoyed our chats without having to
worry about the boys getting bored or anything.

"So, how was Pete?" he asked conversationally.

"Fine. Perfect, in fact," I told him. "I think he had
a good time."

"Yeah, he said he'd enjoyed himself. Staying over next
week-end too, isn't he?"

"Yeah, if you agree."

"Yeah, no problems. It's company for him. He gets
lonely sometimes when it's just me and him."

Something clicked over in my brain as he said this.
The conversation Garry and I had just had, together
with my resolve to mention the other stuff to Dave
made me say something I wouldn't normally have dreamed
of saying.

"He's very ... err ... tactile, isn't he?" I said as
lightly as possible.

"He can be," Dave said. "I've tried to stop him, but I
guess it's just the way he is. Didn't cause a problem
did it?"

I bit the bullet, and before I thought better of it,
went on to add, "No. Garry can be quite touchy-feely
sometimes, depends on his mood. The only thing is," I
added nervously, "is that we slept together most
nights. That's Pete, Garry and me, I mean."

Dave put his glass down slowly and looked at me. "I
sort of expected that. That's something else he likes
to do as well. But I won't let him sleep with me."

"Why not?" I asked, without thinking. "Garry and I do,
quite a lot of the time in fact."

"Well, you and Garry are ... err ..., well, happy with
it. I'm not sure I would be."

Thankfully, Dave didn't seem angry or anything, in
fact he seemed interested in hearing what I had to
say, although a little embarrassed at the delicate
nature of the topic.

"It isn't necessarily sexual, you know. Sleeping
together."

"I know that, but ........" he paused. "The last time
he slept with me was about two years ago, and I ...
err .... got, you know, an erection."

"And that's why you stopped it?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"Why? Didn't he get one as well? In any case, he's a
boy and he gets erections. Just like you and me.
Doesn't mean you have to do anything about it, does
it?"

"No, I suppose not, but I was worried about what he
might think."

I laughed lightly, and went on, "It might be a bit
more worrying for him if you tried to ignore them
altogether, especially if you stopped hugging him or
letting him into bed with you once in a while because
of it."

"Hadn't thought of that," Dave said.

"And there's something else as well, if I can."

Dave nodded.

"When's the last time you hugged him, or even kissed
him?" Then added very quietly, "or told him you love
him?"

"Dunno. He must know I love him though."

"Maybe. But you said yourself, he's tactile and likes
being held. So do it, he'll appreciate it. And tell
him you love him once in a while."

"Mmmmm." Dave mused. "You're probably right."

Thankfully we were interrupted by the returning boys
at this point, giggling and happy. Garry sat in a
chair between Dave and me, Pete standing for a moment
wondering what to do. I opened my arms, inviting him
to sit on my knee, glancing at Dave as I did so. Pete
quickly slid himself between the table and me, sat
down and put an arm over my shoulder. I squeezed him
round the waist and tickled him lightly. That got a
giggle and beautiful smile. He glanced over to his
dad, dazzled him with a grin too and relaxed. A few
minutes later I caught Dave's eye and nodded in the
direction of Pete's groin where he was displaying a
rather obvious boner.

Dave smiled back, nodded and raised his glass to me.


Chapter Fourteen

>From what I picked up over the next couple of weeks,
Pete and Dave seemed to be getting along better, Pete
even electing to give his dad a hug in public once in
a while. He even let it slip that he'd slept in dad's
bed a few times, Pete making quite sure we also knew
that `nothing happened'! He was happier though and so
was Dave, I noticed.

As time went by, Garry widened his circle of friends;
not only among the ex-pat. community but also with the
local Egyptian families.  Once of the nice things
about living in Egypt is that the Egyptians are an
innately friendly people as a whole, they assume that
anyone they meet is a friend right away, rather than
the somewhat `stand-offish' approach adopted by most
westerners. As a consequence, you make a lot of
acquaintances very quickly, and a few good friends.
I met a good many of Garry's friends at a party I'd
arranged for his birthday.

It is traditional in Egypt that biggish events like
birthdays are celebrated by taking over a local
restaurant and having a big party.  Much to my
surprise, it was in fact quite cheap to do this, and
certainly a lot less hassle than holding it at home!
We had about fifty guests at the bash, and during a
lull in the proceedings I found time to look around
and take stock of the people that were there.  I
noticed, with some surprise, that in the almost year
that we'd been there, we'd gathered a wide circle of
friends, more than I realised; it gave me a nice
feeling.  What could have been a disastrous move for
both of us had turned out OK - we were more than happy
with life here and we were both content to settle down
and make it our home for as long as we could.

For a birthday present I'd arranged that Garry and I
would spend a week-end in Greece, which is only about
an hours flight away, and as I'd worked there as a
tourist guide when I was a student, I thought we'd
enjoy it.  I managed to find the address of a small
`bed and breakfast'-type hotel which was fairly close
to the centre of town that I'd stayed at before.  It
was a lot cheaper than the `King George' or the
Hilton, and more importantly as far as I was
concerned, much more of a `local' hotel than the
others, catering mainly for Greek business men.

We flew out early evening on Friday and eventually
checked in just before midnight.  Even at this hour,
the hotel bars were busy and so Garry and I took a
quick walk to the nearest one and had a drink and a
few bar snacks as we planned what to do for the
week-end. I was all for having a good rest and
enjoying the food, but Garry was more interested in
adding to his collection of photographs. In the end we
compromised and decided to spend the mornings doing
the museum bit and the afternoons relaxing.

We'd bought some beautifully illustrated booklets
showing Greece's best archaeological sites and
treasures. Many of them were extremely erotic,
particularly one of a krater with a drawing of an old
man seated on a throne pictured on it. Next to the man
a beautiful young boy was standing, smiling at the man
with his hand on his shoulder. What was remarkable was
that the older man had a hand inside the lad's toga
and was obviously fondling him. Garry looked from the
picture to me, and back at the picture.

"That's given me an idea for a drawing," he grinned,
wrapping a hand round his erecting dick.

I smiled back at him and agreed.

"But not now, I can think of better things to do!" he
grinned wickedly back at me.

Putting our books on the bedside table, Garry turned
the light out and cuddled up, leaning over me and
giving me a kiss.

I sighed and wrapped my arms round him lovingly,
stroking his hair gently. We kissed a little more,
gazing contentedly into each other's eyes.

"Do it," he whispered in my ear.

Kneeling over me, Garry slipped his by now leaking
dick between my lips and started a gentle to-and-fro
movement as he reached behind himself and toyed with
my dick. When it was hard enough he covered it with
his saliva and carefully rested it against his hole,
giving a satisfying moan as he felt it touch him.
Sitting back, my cock entered him quickly and easily,
burying itself deeply.

We grinned at each other happily and held hands as we
accustomed ourselves once more to each other. I stared
down at his adorable cock and watched fascinated as it
beat time with his heart, conscious of my own pride
and joy throbbing inside him.

Garry clenched his butt cheeks together and lifted
himself up a couple of inches before relaxing and
dropping back down again. The effect on my dick was
astounding, especially as he performed the neat trick
several times before leering at me wickedly.

"Don't stop!" I managed to gasp out, "That's
fantastic. Do it some more!"

He did as he was asked and within minutes I was in
heaven, eyes closed and my whole body filled with
Garry gently rocking to and fro. Reaching out a hand,
I found his own red-hot dick and stared to beat him
off, keeping the same rhythm.   Together we groaned
and sighed as we slowly allowed ourselves to reach
that plateau from which there is no return.
Desperately I thrust up as hard as I could, willing
every last millimetre of my dick to bury itself in my
lover, my head thrashing from side to side with the
ecstasy.

Garry, feeling that I was about to cum, clenched his
cheeks once more, effectively stopping me from doing
the once thing I most desired in the world at that
point. Biting his bottom lip with the effort, he
thrust himself in and out of my hand as he approached
his own orgasm: it was only when he felt himself about
to spurt that he released by dick from his painful
hold on me. Together we came, my cum spreading itself
high and massively inside him, his own effort shooting
like a machine gun onto my face and chest.

I prepared myself for the inevitable and put my arms
out ready to hold him, but instead he managed a weak
smile and a shake of the head: all he did was tremble
a little, and freeze up only for an instant. The next
thing I knew was that he lay on top of me and sighed
deeply.

"That was nice!" he muttered, "I needed that."

Once he'd recovered his breath, he leaned over and
whispered, "I didn't go in to one then, did I?"

I shook my head and kissed him on the cheek.

"Good, I tried not to this time."

"Why?" I asked curiously.

He giggled a little and replied, "The last time I did
it properly in a hotel, we nearly got thrown out
didn't we?"

I remembered: the hotel in Dover where we were
recommended not to return!

"It was nearly as good though. I must be getting
better at it!" he laughed as we kissed once more.

The following morning I rented a car, determined to
show Garry the sights. One of my favourite spots was
on the road between Athens and Piraeus where it went
over a slight hill. A local bus driver had told me
about it when I was there last: apparently it was well
known locally as a sort of `lovers lane' sort of
thing. I'd used it a couple of times with a fellow
student I was friendly with at the time, and it was
ideal for what we wanted. Smiling inwardly to myself,
I hoped that Garry would be just as impressed - I knew
from our camping days that he loved outdoor sex and I
hoped to give him a special treat!

I found the place easily enough, and was also pleased
to see that it'd hardly changed. I parked the car
behind the trees and got out, urging Garry to do the
same. Giving me a curious stare, wondering what I was
up to, he climbed out and stood alongside me as we
started over the valley at the spectacular panorama in
front of us.

Garry reached in to get his camera and took a few
pictures for his scrapbook, including one of me
leering at him, thinking of the surprise he was going
to get in a couple of minutes. As he leaned in the
window to replace the camera, I hugged him round the
waist and turned him to face me.

I gave him a deep tender kiss, leaving him in no doubt
as to what I was thinking. Just a I expected, I felt
his dick start to erect and fill out his jeans.
Without breaking the kiss for a moment I unsnapped his
belt and slid them down, joined seconds later by his
underpants. Somehow I managed to fondle his cock and
balls as I forced my own trousers down and off,
revealing my own ready-for-action dick.

Still kissing I lay down on the grass, pulling him
down with me. He soon grasped my intentions as he
knelt between my legs and smeared his copious pre-cum
over his dick.

"Go on," I gasped out, my voice hoarse with
anticipation, "Go for it!"

Sensing my urgency and need, he pushed himself in,
effortlessly and easily. Not even taking time out to
take a breather, he started pumping away instantly,
using his full length. Each stroke was accompanied by
a loud, strangled groan as he put all his effort into
it. This was Gary at his best, doing something he was
brilliant at, and enjoyed every second of. I was right
- outdoor sex, especially the unexpected sort, was an
immense turn on for him. He thrust in and out with an
almost savage intensity, not caring how much noise we
made, and we were making a lot!

My prostate was getting a thorough work-out, each
stroke sending me higher and higher up that invisible
mountain. I clasped my hands round his waist and urged
him on, desperate now for both my and his release.

His dick seemed to treble in size and the thrustings
got more ardent as with a massive, deep-seated groan
he deposited his love-juice. At least seven times he
forced himself that little bit deeper, each one
accompanied by a high-pitched yelp. My own cum,
jet-propelled as it was succeeded in coating us both
with a layer of hot, passionately delivered love
potion.

Garry managed to give me one agonised stare as his
body locked up, every muscle seeming to spasm at once.
I grasped him firmly as he shuddered and shook, eyes
wide open and glazed.
Even his dick remained hard, still deep inside me, I
noticed for the first time.

Gently I eased him down to the grass and held on,
waiting for him to come to. Lovingly I wiped a bit of
drool from his lips and kissed him with all the love I
had. It was almost ten minutes before he was really
conscious and coherent again, and grinning all over
his face.

"That was the best ever!" he giggled, "Absolutely the
best!"

We hugged and cuddled for a while before, reluctantly,
we dressed ourselves. Garry insisted on taking a few
more pictures of ourselves before we left, "before and
after," he said. "I wonder if we'll be able to see a
difference?"

The remainder of the week-end was spent doing what
we'd intended to do in the first place, sight-seeing.
At Garry's romantic insistence, we gave each other a
kiss at each of the places we visited, `just for the
memory' he giggled. There was no problem with that on
my part and I actually enjoyed his bit of nonsense. I
can't say the same for the couples who caught us in
the act at the Acropolis, or the agora. The couple
that saw us in the agora weren't too impressed when
Garry, in response to a bitchy comment from them,
replied, "You were lucky we weren't doing anything
else, then weren't you?"

We flew home Sunday evening, tired, worn out, but
exhilarated. The week-end had been a tremendous
success for us both, our undying love for each other
confirmed yet again. Once back in our flat, we hugged
each other tightly, prepared to face the rest of our
lives together.

The End.