Date: Fri, 16 Mar 2007 07:29:25 +0000
From: Pink Panther <pinkpanther2@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: 'July Through September' Chapter 20

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The first major turning point in the story has now occurred and all the main
characters have been introduced.  I will continue to post two chapters each
week, with the final chapter (26) appearing just before Easter.

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                               TWENTY

IAN

It's twelve o'clock when we drive off the hospital car park. I'm
sitting in the front next to dad, with Billy in the back. Sure I'd
like to be sitting in the back too, but we can't make things that
obvious. Now that it's actually happening the realisation hits home.
This is serious business and we've got to make it work, all of us. We
could have stayed in our `comfort zone' as dad calls it, the way most
people do, but we didn't. We offered Billy a home. Suppose he doesn't
fit in? That would be a disaster; it would upset everything. I guess
that's why most people wouldn't do it; it's too much of a risk. But
Billy seems very happy to be here, so I guess it might work out. But
what'll happen when he's expected to do homework or help with chores
around the house? We'll have to see, I guess. But Dad knows him; if
he thought there was going to be a problem he'd have said something.
Then there's the other thing; what happened to him. How's that going
to affect him? Outwardly, it doesn't seem to have affected him at
all, but you can't really tell. He might be paranoid about being in
certain situations, around dad for example. There's no sign of it
though. There might be nightmares. Most people who've been raped have
them; that's what Mrs Clarke said.

We arrive at our house and pile out of the car. We take Billy
upstairs, together with the clothes and few bits and pieces that he's
brought from home.

"Right, Billy," dad says quietly. "Now you've got a choice to make.
You can have this room," indicating his `official' bedroom, `or you
can share with Ian," walking along the landing and showing him my
much larger room.

"I want to share with Ian, of course!" he says, beaming at me. "I
mean, in case I have nightmares or anything," he adds as a sort of
afterthought. "I'd feel safer if I knew there was somebody there."

"That's fine. You'll need to keep your clothes in there though, and
when Ian's got homework to do, when you've got homework to do; you'll
be in there, Ian has to work in here, okay?"

"Yeah. I've never really done homework; you will help me, won't you?
You said you would."

Dad smiles at him. "Of course I will; I won't do it for you though!"

Billy frowns. "Is it all right if I call you `dad'?" he asks.

Dad smiles broadly. "Yes, that'll be fine; I certainly don't want you
calling me `sir' or `Mr Parker', we're not in school now!"

Billy nods. "Cool. So what about school? Am I going to Calcroft?"

"Don't know, to be honest," Dad tells him. "Mrs P. was sorting that
out while we were collecting you from hospital. You'll have to ask
her."

We make our way downstairs. Mum's got a buffet lunch laid out in the
kitchen, chicken drumsticks, sausage rolls, cheese, bread and salad.
We help ourselves to what we want and take it through to the
breakfast room.

"Do you always eat like this, at the table, I mean?" Billy asks as he
finishes a sausage roll. "I usually eat in front of the telly."

"We do that sometimes," dad says quietly, but we usually eat in here.
"We like to be together as a family, you know, so that we can chat
about stuff, what you've been doing at school, what's happening at
the weekend, all sorts of stuff really."

"Oh!" Billy says. "It's not a problem. I just wondered; that's all."

We continue our meal, chatting quietly about nothing in particular.
Dad produces a bottle of wine from the fridge and pours a glass for
each of us.

"What's this?" Billy asks, looking at it suspiciously.

"Well, it won't kill you, dad says, grinning at him."

"Nearly killed my mum," Billy says, clearly upset. "Drinking I mean;
might as well have done."

Dad looks mortified. "Billy! I'm so sorry! That's so stupid of me! I
wasn't thinking. Will coke be all right for you?"

He nods. Dad goes to the fridge pours him a glass of coke and passes
it to him. He sits down again.

"Are you okay?" he asks Billy.

Billy nods.

"Right then!" Dad says. "A toast. To Billy!"

We all touch glasses. Billy looks really embarrassed but sort of
happy too. A couple of minutes later he's back to his normal self. We
finish our meal with fresh fruit, something else Billy's not used to.
He's not complaining though. He suddenly looks at mum.

"What should I call you?" he asks. "Mr Parker says I can call him
`dad' and that's cool `cause I never had one, but I've got a mum. Mr
Parker, dad I mean, calls you Mrs P."

"Mrs P will be fine!" mum says, smiling at him.

"Okay boys! Time to get this lot cleared away!" Dad announces.
"Billy; Ian will show you what to do."

Mum and dad head off to the living room. I start showing Billy what
needs to be done, loading the plates and stuff into the dishwasher,
putting things away, showing him what goes where. He helps willingly,
enthusiastically even. He still looks a bit nervous though, feeling
his way, like he's afraid of doing something wrong. After ten minutes
we're all finished and we wander out of the kitchen. Mum's sitting in
the living room.

"Come here please, Billy." I want to have a little chat to you.

"Ian, your dad wants a word with you. He's upstairs in the study."

I make my way upstairs, feeling a little apprehensive. Normally a
chat with dad in the study is because I've done something wrong, but
I guess with mum chatting to Billy downstairs, it's the easiest
place. I'm hoping that's what it is anyway. The study door is ajar. I
open it and pop my head round. Dad's sitting at his desk reading some
papers.

"Come in! Take a seat!" he says brightly.

That's a relief anyway. If I'm in trouble I have to stand up. I sit
on the chair next to the desk. Dad turns towards me.

"So how did that go?" he asks quietly.

"Okay; he seemed happy enough. It wasn't like he minded doing it or
anything."

"Good! You're not having second thoughts about this, are you?" he
enquires gently, giving me another of his sly grins.

"No, of course not!"

"Fine. Now there's just one thing I need to get straightened out with
you. You and Billy have got pretty close over the last few days,
haven't you?"

"Yeah; it's really weird, like I told you. When I'm talking to him,
it's like I've known him for years."

"I think it goes a bit deeper than that." he says, still smiling at
me. "It was your mum who noticed it first; you looking longingly at
Mark. Of course Mark's so wrapped up in his soccer and his drumming
he didn't even notice you doing it. But this time it's different.
When you flash your lights at Billy; he flashes them back. Am I
right?"

I don't know where to put myself. I want the ground to open and
swallow me up. He's about to tell me that me and Billy can't share my
room. I look down at my feet.

"Yeah, I guess," I mutter.

"Ian, look at me!" dad says. I slowly look up. He's looking very
intently right into my eyes.

"All I want to say to you is: be careful. You know how much Billy's
been through; there are bound to be things he's very sensitive about.
On the other hand, he's probably had a lot more experience than you
have; don't let him push you into doing anything you're not
comfortable with, okay?"

I can't believe what he's just said. "You mean you don't mind?" I ask
nervously, still trying to get my head round it.

He smiles. "There's no point in minding; you are the way you are." He
holds me gently by my upper arms. "You're my son and I'm very proud
of you. You're a very good student, good soccer player, useful
runner. Much more than that, you really seem to care about other
people. You're growing into a fine human being who treats other
people with respect and consideration, and knows how to take
responsibility. So you happen to find yourself attracted to boys
rather than girls. That's no problem as far as your mum and I are
concerned. Just remember what I said, okay?"

"Yes dad."

I put my head on his shoulder, allowing him to massage my back.

"Your mum and I will love you no matter what," he whispers.

At last I look up again. We're smiling at each other. Wow! I've got
the best dad on the entire planet, I must have!

"You'll need to be a bit more careful when you're around other
people, at school especially," he says gently. "You'll get a lot of
flak if you don't; sad but true, I'm afraid. Now is there anything
you want to ask me?"

I shake my head. "No. Thanks, dad."

"I've left a book about safe sex and a few other bits and pieces in
your desk drawer," he tells me. "Right! Off you go!"

I go back to my room, our room, like I'm floating on a cloud.

BILLY

I sit down on the big comfy sofa.

"Well, how is it so far?" Mrs P. asks.

"Good, thanks."

"Things are bound to seem a bit strange at first; don't worry about
that."

"So what's happening about school?"

"You will be going to Calcroft. They've got a place and they will
accept you. I think Social Services have been leaning on them, to be
honest; I wasn't expecting it to be that easy. So we've got to go
down in the morning to get everything sorted out. Okay?"

"Yeah. Sorry to put you to all this trouble; you must be really busy
anyway."

"We'll manage; we always do if we have to. It's not a problem. We
invited you to come and live here. Now we've got to do what we need
to do. Life's like that! As long as you're happy and getting settled
that's all that matters."

"Thanks."

"There is something I want to say to you though. Ian probably hasn't
old you this. There was a problem when he was born which meant I
could never have any more kids, otherwise we'd probably have a
houseful by now. Now I don't think we've spoilt him, at least I hope
we haven't, but Ian is rather important to us. You will look after
him, won't you?"

Wow! That is the nicest thing anyone has ever asked me. Ian's their
only child, the only one they were ever able to have. I'm sort of his
new brother and they're trusting me to look after him. The way that
makes me feel is just amazing."

"Of course I will!" I say, glowing with pride. "You haven't spoilt
Ian at all; he's great! I know what spoilt kids are like; there are
some at Central, the ones who can have anything they want. Ian's
nothing like them!"

"Well, it's nice of you to say that, Billy." Mrs P says, still
smiling at me. "Right, well that's all I wanted to say. You can stay
here and watch the telly or go up to your room. Ian will be back as
soon as his dad's finished talking to him; he won't be long."

I wander up the stairs. The study door's closed. I can hear Ian and
his dad talking but I can't hear what they're saying. I go into our
room, sit on my bed and pick up the Gameboy. I put it back down
almost as quickly. My head's spinning. This is all so new, so
different from what I'm used to. There's just been so much to take
in. Everyone's been really nice to me, but I'm still worried I'll do
something wrong and screw it up.

It's five minutes later when Ian shows up. He closes the door and
flops down next to me.

"Okay?" I ask.

He nods.

"So what was that about, then?"

"He was just telling me they're all right about, you know, us, this."

He puts his hand on my leg.

I look at him like he's gone mad. "Really? He said it's okay?"

He nods. "You remember Mark, the kid who was with me last week? Well,
seems like mum noticed me, you know, looking at him. I must have been
staring at him with my tongue hanging out, I don't know! Anyway, they
never said anything. Well, they must have picked up on me looking at
you and you looking back at me, you know when we were there
altogether at the hospital. Dad just wanted to let me know that
they're okay with it. He just told me to be careful; said I need to
look after you."

I cannot believe it! "Your mum asked me to look after you too!" I say
grinning at him. Wow! This is so cool! "So they won't come bursting
in on us when we're, you know ."

"They don't do that anyway," he says quietly.

I guess I ought to want to rip his clothes off and do wild sexy
things to him, but I don't. I sense that he doesn't either. There'll
be plenty of time for that later. Right now I just want to enjoy
being with him, sitting snuggled up on the bed, holding hands.

                            0 o 0 o 0 o 0

BILLY

It's ten o'clock when we go up to bed. I guess I'm still nervous,
scared that I'll wake up and find it's all been a dream, even more
scared that it'll go wrong and I'll lose it all. We take turns going
to the bathroom, brushing our teeth and all that stuff. Ian turns off
all the lights except the small one by his bed. We start to get
undressed. Ian pulls off his teeshirt. Fuck! He's so sexy! Better
than that, he's just one of the best kids ever. It's no wonder his
mum thinks he's so special! We're both down to our underwear; boxers
for Ian, briefs for me. Ian turns towards me, motioning for me to
stand in front of him. I step forward. Very gently, we wrap our arms
round each other. Ian's hands are running all over my back; it feels
wonderful, draining all the tension from my body. It's so good,
knowing that we don't have to rush. Our lips move towards each other.
Our tongues meet. We hold our position, Ian licking my tongue and me
licking his. Wow! Just wow!

We move forward slightly, our lips locking together, Ian's tongue
exploring my mouth and caressing my teeth. My hands are on his bum,
small, firm and so sexy, kneading it, massaging it. I can't even
start to describe how good this feels, and we aren't even naked yet.
Our lips part. Ian has the most perfect blue eyes I've ever seen. As
I look at them they twinkle back at me. He strokes my hair.

"I love you, Billy" he whispers. "You're the best thing that ever
happened to me."

Oh, wow! I can't believe he said that. I'm the poor street kid; he's
the one who rescued me, and he says that! Shouldn't it be the other
way round?

"Shhhh! Relax" he coos in my ear. "You're safe now."

His cock's pressing against me, sticking into my tummy. I move my
fingers to the waistband of his boxers. I take a deep breath and
slide them down inside. Straight away I encounter his cock, hard and
throbbing. I wrap my fingers round it, gently pulling back his
foreskin. Ian's hands are on my briefs, lowering them over my hips. I
remove my hand and do the same for him, our underwear down falling
around our ankles. We kick them off and flop down on the bed. We
resume our kissing, lying side by side, cocks rubbing against each
other. So that's it! I've died and gone to heaven. I must have;
nowhere I've ever known could feel as good as this. Only I haven't.
I'm lying on a bed in my new bedroom with a real live boy, the boy I
love more than anyone in the whole world. How much better can it get?

Very slowly I start to lick my way down his chest. Sure, I've done
this for George and he loved it to bits, but really I was only doing
it for the money. This is different, totally different. I'm doing it
because I want to, because licking Ian's beautiful, pale cream chest
and little pink nipples is just the best feeling possible. I reach
his tummy button. Ian's moaning quietly, his fingers caressing my
hair. I move on down. My tongue reaches the tip of his cock. Very
gently I push his foreskin back and lick the small, shiny head. I let
him go, pulling away a little to admire how beautiful he is.

With one neat movement, Ian twists around so he's facing the other
way. I hold his cock between finger and thumb, guiding it carefully
between my lips. A moment later, my cock is engulfed by Ian's sucking
mouth, hot and eager, his tongue working all over my cock and
slashing at my balls. I am off this planet! I've been sucked by four
different guys; none of them did it anything like this; they didn't
even get close! Without even thinking about it I start to suck him
harder, my fingers caressing his balls and massaging the area just
behind. He just goes for it even more, sucking my cock and fucking my
mouth like there's nothing else left. Suddenly my whole body is
wracked by wild convulsions. My balls go tight, my cock jerking
violently between Ian's lips, my spunk spurting repeatedly into his
waiting mouth. A moment later he's there too, his little jets of cum
squirting onto my tongue.

We lie there for several seconds before carefully releasing each
other. Ian twists around again and flops down next to me. That was
the most awesome experience ever! I'm not on the bed any more, I'm
floating up near the ceiling. Fuck! I've always been horny; I've
always liked having sex, but nothing, nothing could have prepared me
for that!

"Are you okay?" Ian whispers.

"Okay?" I gasp, still struggling for breath. "That was unbelievable!
Ian Parker, you are the horniest, sexiest, most beautiful kid ever!"

He pulls me towards him, our lips colliding in another delicious,
passionate kiss.