Date: Sun, 18 Jan 2009 06:08:08 -0800 (PST)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Leo's Pride and Joy

Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between a man and a boy, and
the same boy as a mature teenager. If this is not to your taste, or is
illegal where you live, or you find it morally offensive, then read no
further and leave now!!

The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person
or persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish!

Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk

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Leo's Pride and Joy (b/b, m/b, m/t, fantasy)
by
Alexander

Ever since I was small I have been able to look at someone and know what
they are feeling - not what they are thinking or anything like that, just
what they are feeling. And that was what caused my parents to divorce when
I was ten years old. My mother and I were sat in the kitchen one day when
dad came home from the office, and as usual gave her a kiss before going to
change out if his work clothes.

"Why doesn't daddy like living here?" I asked after he'd left the room.

My mother was well used to my coming out with things like that, and usually
didn't react too much. She accepted my gift without question, just telling
me once in a while to be careful what I said in front of people.

This time she looked at me sadly and told me that I must be mistaken. "Of
course he likes living here," she said, "He's your daddy and he loves us."

She wasn't telling the truth and I knew it - it was silly of her because
she must know it too.  "But he always feels sort of tired when he comes
home. Not tired tired, but the sort of tired you get when you don't want to
do something - like homework!" I giggled.

Just then daddy came into the kitchen and looked at us both. He was very
angry, I could tell, but he tried to hide it by smiling at us and asking
what was for dinner.

When he looked at me, I knew straightaway that it was me he was angry
with. Through his eyes I sensed that he both hated me and loved me at the
same time. He was frightened of me as well.

They were divorced later that year and to be honest, neither my mother or I
were too upset about it. For one thing I began to dislike my father because
he tried to ignore me as much as he could, and for another he had a lady
friend he liked better than my mother.

My mother and me have been living in our new flat for more than a year now,
and everything is OK. I can still tell how people feel: in fact it's got
better because as I have got older, I understand their feelings more. Like
when I am at school I can tell which boys like me, and which don't - and
usually know why. I've got better at keeping my mouth shut as well, or at
least not telling people what I think.

My best friend, Peter, likes me a lot and we play together all the time. I
have to be extra careful around him though otherwise he will guess what I
can do. We were in the toilets as school one day last term and we looked at
each other's dicks as we peed. We'd done this lots of times before, but
this time I felt that Peter wanted to touch it as well. We were good
friends and if it made him happy, then I didn't mind at all. In fact I
wouldn't mind touching him as well. As I thought about this, my dick got
hard and I moved a bit closer to him. Peter felt a bit embarrassed when I
did this, but he still wanted to do it. To make him feel better, I reached
over and put my hand on his dick and squeezed it a bit. It felt marvellous,
and I knew Peter liked it as well because his brain went all sort of
squishy and he wasn't thinking of anything except now good the feeling was.

When he touched mine, I felt just the same - my mind went fuzzy and all I
could sense was Peter's fingers on my prick and balls. It was a nice,
tingly feeling. We did this for ages until someone came in the toilets and
we had to stop.

Peter and I did it quite a bit after that because we both liked it, and how
good it made us feel. I also learned about another sensation that people,
especially other boys and men get sometimes. I'd felt it before I realised,
but it wasn't until Peter and I touched each other that I got to know what
it meant. It often happened when I was out shopping with my mum, and
someone, usually a man, would look at me and I knew what they were
thinking. It scared me at first, but I soon got used to it, and to be
honest began to enjoy the sort of power it gave me, especially when I went
for a pee in the mall toilets.

If I stood in the middle I could tell which men got `the feeling' and if I
was in a good mood I would let them have a long look at it, even letting it
get hard for them if there was no one else around. Then I would smile at
them and leave. I knew it was wrong and probably dangerous as well, but I
couldn't help it - I liked making them all confused and sort of happy at
the same time, I never let them touch me though, only Peter did that.

In fact it was when Peter and me were feeling each other in his bedroom one
day that something new happened. We were laying on his bed with our pants
and trousers down by our ankles, rubbing each other's dicks when suddenly
Peter went all sort of stiff and began to shake. Just as he did that, his
prick shot out this white gooey stuff all over my hand. It surprised us
both so much that it took a minute or two for us realise what it was.

"Wow!" said Peter, glowing red with excitement. "Is that what I think it
is?"

After a minute inspection of the slimy goo, a good smell and even a little
taste, we agreed that it was indeed cum. I felt a bit sad that he was the
first to do it, but happy that he could now make it, and I was the one to
do it for him.

I practised every night after that, rubbing my dick almost raw in a vain
attempt to copy Peter. The feelings came OK, just like he got, but there
was no result. It took another month before I managed to squirt out just a
few magical drops of cum, much to my relief and infinite joy. Peter and I
celebrated the longed for event in the privacy of his room later the
following day, mixing the results of our efforts on his tummy and giggling
like mad.  It wasn't long after this that a man moved into the empty flat
that shared the same floor as us. I was looking out of my bedroom window
when the removal van pulled up outside, and a man I guessed to be about 25
got out of the passenger side. Within a few minutes I heard the other flat
door open and boxes being carried in. My mother and I watched as box after
box was brought in, followed by his furniture.

"He must be a painter or something," my mother said after a while, "there's
his easel and boxes of paints as well."

"Can we go and say hello?" I asked. "Sort of welcome him."

"Not yet," she smiled. "Let him finish moving in first and then we will."

An hour later, we watched the now empty van drive off. I looked expectantly
at my mum.  "OK," she laughed. "Let's go."

Seconds later we heard his door bell echo round what still sounded like an
empty flat. When the door opened, I almost felt a physical pain as I looked
at him properly for the first time. The waves of feelings he sent out were
far stronger than I'd ever felt before and I took a shocked step backwards,
almost as if he'd pushed me. Luckily I was standing a bit behind my mum and
she never saw my momentary confusion, or my red face.

"Hello," my mother said, stretching out a hand. "I'm Helen, and this is my
son Thomas. Thom to his friends. We live opposite."

"Hello," he smiled. "I'm Leo." They shook hands and he turned to look at me
and held out his hand.

"That's Thom with an aitch," I said, smiling at him.

As we shook hands, that feeling was there again. He liked me, liked me a
lot. Not in the way that the men in the toilets liked me, although there
was a bit of that there, but more like Peter and I liked each other.

We chatted for a few more minutes before my mother suggested that we aught
to go and leave him to do his unpacking.

"Can I help?" I asked, hoping that I could spend some more time with this
man.

Leo felt confused. He wanted me to stay and help, but wasn't sure if my
mother would agree, or what she was thinking. More than that though, he
seemed almost frightened of the way he like me.

I stored this bit of information away and looked at mum. She wasn't
thinking anything much, and said, "I don't think Leo needs any help, Thom."

"He doesn't mind," I said without thinking, then added hastily, "do you,
Leo?"

Mother gave me one of her looks, letting me know that I'd done it
again. She wasn't angry or anything, in fact she was slightly amused that
my excitement had got the better of me.  "No, I'd welcome the help in
fact," he smile, "but I'm not doing it all today, just enough to have
somewhere to eat and sleep."

Mum agreed that I could stay and help for an hour or so, provided that I
didn't get in the way or make a nuisance of myself.

As we worked unpacking then kitchen stuff we chatted away easily, Leo
telling me all about his work and me talking about where the shops were and
stuff like that. It was while we were putting his bed together that a small
problem arose. Or rather, a big problem if you see what I mean. I couldn't
help it. I knew he like me a lot, even fancied me in a good way, and I
liked it. In fact I even imagined him and me doing what Peter and I did on
his bed - that's what gave me a real hard-on. Feeling a bit embarrassed at
myself, I looked down and saw to my relief that it wasn't too visible if
you didn't stare too much. But that was enough. Once the bed was complete,
I made my excuses and went home after promising I would come back tomorrow
to help some more.

Whilst we were having dinner, I told mum what I'd found out about Leo, or
at least most of it! He was a book illustrator mostly, but also painted as
well for a hobby. The flat had once belonged to his aunt who had died and
left it to him in her will; that's why he could afford to live in such an
expensive apartment.

I could tell that mum liked him and that she was glad that the flat was at
last being lived in, it made things better somehow.

It was when mum came in my bedroom to say goodnight that I dropped myself
in the shit. I was reading when she came in to kiss me goodnight and turn
the light off. Just as she was about to go, I said, "Leo likes me you
know. Likes me a lot."

For a second mum didn't realise what I'd said, but as it dawned on her, she
stopped and turned the light back on.

"What do you men `a lot'?" she asked, frowning.

I could tell she was both surprised and worried about what I'd blurted
out. It was serious.  "Not in the way you're thinking," I said softly. "I
can tell when people are thinking bad things about me, dirty sorts of
things. And he wasn't thinking like that."

There was a pause before she said, "Oh. I didn't know you could do that."
The after another pause, "It must be very hard for you. I didn't even know
you knew about such things."

It was crunch time. I had to think very carefully about what to say next. I
wanted to tell her everything, but I knew I couldn't. And shouldn't.

"I don't really. All I feel is that sometimes people look at me and I can
tell they want to do things to me. Nasty things."

This last phrase wasn't strictly true of course, I didn't think them nasty
at all, just some of the people that thought them. Not including Peter and
Leo of course.

Mum was worried for me, and about me, and I had to convince her that things
weren't as bad as she thought.

"Don't worry," I forced myself to laugh a bit. "I can always tell the bad
thoughts from the good ones and I get away from the people who have the bad
ones."

She was feeling better, but I still had a way to go.

"Like when we're out shopping. Sometimes I feel people looking at me and
thinking dirty things, so I stay near you. Or if I'm by myself I get lost
in the crowd or something."

"You mean men, don't you?"

"Not always," I laughed properly this time. "Sometimes it's women, or girls
even. But they only want one thing!"

This time I knew I'd convinced her that I was OK. The last time she'd
bathed me, I'd started to get a bit of an erection and I caught just the
slightest hint of a feeling from her that wasn't all together motherly!
That was a year ago and she hadn't seen me naked very much since, which
suited us both..

We chatted for a few more minutes, tidying up loose ends sort of thing and
by the time she left, she was much happier. She did, however, buy me a rape
alarm and whistle later that week, much to my embarrassment!

It was after the light was out and she'd gone that I lay back and sighed
deeply. I'd been vaguely aware that the talk we'd just had, had to happen
at some time or another and I was glad it was over. Smiling to myself, I
played with my dick until it was really hard and had a good wank, thinking
of Peter and Leo.

Then only remaining problem as far as I was concerned was to convince mum
that Leo wasn't going to rape or kidnap me, and so far I hadn't a clue how
to do that.

For the next few days, whenever I was with Leo, mother made herself a real
pain by coming in to his flat with cups of coffee and sandwiches and stuff
every ten minutes. I knew I was getting pissed off with it, and so was
Leo. After one such visit, this time with copies of the local paper `for
Leo', I turned to him and whispered, "She thinks you're after my body, you
know!"

Leo nearly choked himself when he heard this, and went bright red. I knew
I'd hit a nerve, putting into words what he'd obviously thought.

"Don't worry," I laughed, "I won't tell if you don't!"

He was still incapable of speech and so I went on, "Don't panic! All you've
got to do is to tell her about your girlfriend and she'll be OK. Or invent
one," I added meaningfully.

"But I don't ..... I haven't done anything," he blustered, now red with
embarrassment. He was feeling bad now, confused and upset. And vulnerable.

"No. I know you haven't, and she knows that too. But I like being here with
you and I want us to be friends. We just have to convince mum, that's all."

"I'd like that," Leo said quietly, "But I don't think we can be friends."

Now it was my turn to be confused and upset. I wanted to be friends with
Leo desperately and now I'd spoilt everything. I looked at him and put a
hand on his shoulder. As soon as I touched him, I felt that he too wanted
us to be friends, but there was something he was afraid of and I'd a fair
idea what it was.

"I can keep a secret you know," I whispered. "There's nothing to be afraid
of."

He looked puzzled. He knew I'd more or less told him what was on his mind.

"I'll swap you secrets," I smiled. "I'll tell you mine if you'll tell me
yours. Let me show you."

I stood in front of Leo and said, "Think of something that makes you happy,
or sad, or angry."

I watched as he closed his eyes.

"Happy," I grinned as I saw a rainbow of colours.

"Angry," I said as the image turned red.

"Sad," I whispered finally as my mind turned grey.

Thus didn't happen with everyone, but only with people I knew well. And
with Leo there was something else too.

"Was I right?" I asked.

He nodded, but still wasn't totally convinced.

"Right, I went on. "There's something else I can do. Let me hold your
hand."

He held his hand out and I took it between mine.

"Think of something bad," I whispered.

Instantly an image of a funeral jumped into my mind.

"A funeral," I said. "Now something happy."

A beach. A nice, sunny beach with palm trees and boats. The quality of the
image even surprised me as I described it to him.

"You can read minds!" he gasped, now fully convinced.

"No," I replied. "Only feelings. I can't tell what you're thinking usually,
only what you feel. But with you, I can see things you're thinking. You're
the only one I can do it with, except my mother. That's why I want to be
friends with you."

"But how?" he asked.

"Dunno. I just can." I replied, sure now that he was convinced.

"And now you must tell me a secret," I laughed.

"I think you already know one," he said quietly.

"No, I don't," I lied. "All I know is that you want to be friends with me."

"OK. Tell me what you see now."

He was thinking of a picture. A painting of a naked boy showing his prick
and balls.  "A boy. A nude boy. Showing his bits," I giggled.

"Well, there it is then. Now you know why we can't be friends."

"Why? Because you like boys? Lots of people like boys, believe me, I know!"
I said.  "But doesn't that scare you?" Make you frightened?" Leo said.

"Sometimes. But not you. I already knew you liked boys. And I also know
that you wouldn't hurt them or do anything nasty with them.. Unless they
wanted to!" I laughed.  I let him think for a few minutes before I went on,
"Does that make us friends now?"  "You tell me!" he said, smiling at last.

This time I grinned broadly at him as I saw a picture of myself come to
life.

"Friends!" I giggled, and surprised him by giving him a big hug.

The following night I was having a sleep-over at Peter's house and never
got to see Leo at all. Peter and I watched TV for a while until it was
bedtime. I'd been thinking all day about whether or not to tell him about
Leo, and if so, how much. In the end the problem was solved for me..

Once we'd changed into our pyjamas and said goodnight to his parents, we
climbed into his bed and lay facing each other. His parents weren't the
sort to come into his room once we were in bed, and so as soon as the light
was out we started whispering together. I was telling him about Leo, and
what work he did when he put his hand on my mouth and whispered, "For
fuck's sake shut up and get `em off!"

I was so taken up by what I was going to tell Peter about Leo that it
wasn't until I stopped talking that I sensed just how horny he was
feeling..

"You're feeling randy tonight," I giggled as we hugged each other, chest to
chest, our dicks in our hands.

"And you aren't?" he laughed, giving my cock a hard squeeze.

Over the weeks, we'd learned how to jerk each other until we were almost
cumming, and then stop until the feeling went away before we did it
again. I liked doing this, mainly because I got twice the pleasure from it
that Peter did. When we were as close togther as we are now, I could sense
exactly how he was feeling, and by sort of dividing my mind up, enjoyed his
feelings as well as my own. Usually we could manage to stop ourselves
cumming three or four times before one of us lost it, and went that little
bit too far!

Tonight was a bit different. Peter was really excited, not only was he
wanking me off almost frantically, but his other hand was rubbing up and
down my back all the time. He was in no mood to take things easy and so I
went along with the flow and rapidly brought him to a much-needed and
welcomed climax, his seed shooting out in rapid globs of passion.

For a few minutes after we'd cum, we always feel sort of tired and sad, but
tonight Peter didn't get like that; instead he clung on to me tightly and
rubbed his belly against mine, smearing our cum all over us..

"That was quick!" I whispered, a bit pissed off with him. "Now what we
gonna do?"

"Sorry!" he giggled, "But I've been thinking about it all day and I just
couldn't help it! I still feel like messing about some more though."

In fact, once we'd cum, we took things a lot slower. For the first time,
instead of just feeling each other round our pricks and balls, we both
enjoyed it a lot more than I thought we would - it was just as thrilling as
when we wanked each other off. I liked it best when we took it in turns to
lay on top of each other and rub our cocks together, We even put our cocks
to our lips and kissed them a bit, which was OK as well.

It must've been good for both of us because we managed to cum again a bit
later, not as much as the first time, but it was just as good. At last
though, we were both knackered out and fell asleep, cuddled up in each
other's arms, happy and exhausted.

Because we'd messed about so much the night before, we both overslept the
following morning and I woke up well after nine o'clock with Peter's hard
cock pressed between my butt cheeks. As I rolled over, I saw Peter was
already wide awake and grinning widely.  "How long you been awake?" I
yawned.

"Ages. But I felt so comfortable I didn't want to move!" he giggled as he
pressed his dick into me.

I would've like to mess around for a bit, but I had to get home and help
mum with the shopping, so Peter and I had to make do with a quick grope and
jerk-off in the shower before I hurriedly dressed and ran home.

To my surprise, the flat was deserted when I got there and on the table was
a note from mum. As it turned out, she'd decided to go and visit a friend
after the shopping and wouldn't be back until the afternoon.. She asked me
to tidy up the kitchen for her, and then much to my surprise, told me to
spend the rest of the day with Leo, who had agreed to look after me!

Mum must've had someone round for dinner last night as there were two sets
of plates and stuff in the kitchen as well as two empty wine bottles. That
didn't surprise me all that much as she often went out, or had someone
round for dinner when I slept at Peter's.  Spurred on by the incentive of
spending the time with Leo, I quickly filled the dishwasher and dumped the
rubbish in the bin. Giving the work tops a quick nominal clean, I looked
around and decided that it all looked reasonably OK.

I'd already had a shower that morning, but decided to change my clothes for
Leo. Stripping down to my pants, I looked through my wardrobe and chose a
fairly new red T-shirt and a clean pair of white jeans. Even if I say it
myself, I looked quite good: the only thing needed was a dose of deodorant
and I would be ready. Spraying a liberal amount in my pits, I then made a
serious mistake. Form some stupid reason, I dropped my pants and gave a
burst of spray into my groin. When you put deodorant under your arms, it
stings for a bit but then it goes away. Putting it on your cock and balls
is a thousand times worse! I yelped at the sharp, painful stinging and
clasped my hands into my crotch, comforting my abused and now very tender
tackle!

It took a good wash and a careful drying of my bits before I felt anywhere
near normal. Re-dressing myself, I vowed never to try that trick again!

I rang Leo's doorbell and waited anxiously for him to open the door, almost
dancing on the spot with anticipation. After what seemed an age, the door
opened and Leo stood there, grinning at me, with a cup of coffee in his
hand.

Yet again that surge of emotion made me stagger and catch my breath. I
could feel Leo inside my brain and stood there, idiot-like as I got used to
it.

"You coming in or not?" Leo grinned, bringing me to my senses.

I could have hugged him, wanted to badly in fact, but managed instead to
grin stupidly at him and walk in.

"Coffee?" he asked, waving his cup at me.

"Yes, please," I stammered out. He could have offered to cut my throat and
I would have agreed just then.

As I walked past him, I got a mental image of after-shave from him.

"Overdone it a bit have I?" I grinned to cover my embarrassment.

"No, not a bit," he lied. "You look nice today," he added

I was delighted to pick up a picture of me from him, first dressed as I
was, and then a fuzzy picture of me without any clothes on at
all. Unfortunately this only lasted a fraction of a second before he
dismissed it hurriedly.. I was pleased to see it though and blushed deeply
at it.

"Sorry to embarrass you," he said as he ruffled my hair.

" `S OK," I replied, realising just in time that he was talking about what
he'd just said, and not what he'd thought.

As we sat at his kitchen table with our drinks, I forced myself to blank
out most of what he was feeling, otherwise I knew from bitter experience, I
would end up with a ferocious headache. What I did feel as I switched him
off though, was some sort of change in him, one which made him happier.

"Mum had someone round for dinner last night," I said, cradling the cup in
my hand.

"Yes, I know. It was me," he grinned.

Somehow I wasn't really surprised at this. Mum was like a dog with a bone
when she wanted something, and sorting out Leo in her mind was one of them.

"Oh," I said non-committaly. I knew things had worked out Ok though,
otherwise I wouldn't be here now.

"Can you turn off that sensing thing you have?" he said seriously.

"Sot of. I can blank most things out, or ignore them if I try."

"Good. Can we talk properly then, without you reading my mind? It feels odd
when you know what I'm thinking before I say it."

I grinned at him and nodded. "It's off," I said, pretending to turn a key
on my temple.  "What do you want to talk about?"

"You mainly. And me."

I listened intently as he told me what they'd talked about. He didn't try
to lie to me about anything, that much I could tell. The fact that he chose
not to tell me some stuff didn't worry me as they were probably nothing to
do with me anyway - and after all, he was allowed to have some privacy!

"Girlfriends?" I asked.

"Didn't really come up," Leo said. "I told her I'd had a few in the past,
was between girlfriends now, but would probably find one soon."

"What about me? About us?"

"She's been a bit worried about you since your dad left. She thinks you
need a man around sometimes, to talk to, sort of thing. And thinks I might
be able to help."

Leo was a bit embarrassed at having to say this, but I refused to sense him
to find out why. Instead, I laughed and said, "What? About sex and stuff?"

"That, I guess. But just having someone to talk to about things you can't
discuss with her is what she wants."

"What? Like overdoing the deodorant?" I giggled.

"Yeah!" Leo laughed.

"Did you tell her that I can sense your feelings and stuff more than I can
her, or anyone else?"

"No. We didn't talk about that at all. The only thing she said was that you
are very good at working out what people are thinking."

"She didn't tell you about the talk we had about what some men feel when
they see me?"  "No," Leo replied curiously. "What feelings?"

I told him all about what I could sense sometimes from men and boys, and
the difference between `dirty and nasty' thoughts and the others.

Leo blushed as I said this. He'd obviously had similar thoughts himself,
but never when I was with him. I wanted dearly to tell him that I didn't
mind him thinking these things, and even hoped that one day we could do
stuff together.

"Don't panic!" I laughed. "I make myself scarce when I get those feelings,
and run like mad!"

Leo smile and relaxed.

"Can I tell you a secret?" I whispered.

"Of course."

I told him about Peter and me, and some of the stuff we did together. I
didn't tell him his name though, or how much we liked doing it.

To my amazement, Leo wasn't at all surprised by what I'd said and even
laughed a little bit.

"That's what your mum meant about having a man around to talk to," he
said. "Believe it or not, I was your age once and I know exactly what it's
like. And your mother isn't silly either."

"What?" I said in surprise. "You mean - You mean you did stuff as well?"

"Of course. Most boys do I guess."

It felt strange hearing this, although I suppose I should've known that
Peter and I weren't the first, or only ones, ever to mess about
together. Still, it made me feel a bit better knowing that what we were
doing was almost normal! Almost. I looked at Leo as if for the first
time. Here was a man, I thought, who likes me and I can talk to like nobody
else. And he understands.

"Can I give you a hug?" I whispered, looking down at the table.

"Of course," Leo said.

Moving across to him, I did more than hug him - I sat on his lap and put my
arms around his neck.

"I've missed this, " I murmured in his ear. "My dad used to hold me like
this sometimes when I was small."

I didn't feel at all embarrassed at this: even at my age I liked a hug once
in a while, even from my mum! It made me feel warm and comfortable and safe
and I wriggled closer to him.

He stroked my hair as I nuzzled into his neck, happier than I'd been for
ages. Underneath my thigh I could feel Leo's penis getting hard. Opening my
mind a bit, I sensed he was getting self-conscious about it.

" `S all right. I don't mind," I whispered and kissed him on the cheek
playfully.

A few seconds later, my own dick was as hard as Leo's and tenting out my
jeans.  "Snap!" I giggled as I stared at it.

I sensed that Leo wanted to stop doing what we were doing and escape. I
didn't.

"I won't tell if you don't," I whispered, recalling an earlier
conversation. "It only means that we like each other a lot," I laughed.

"Oh boy!" Leo sighed dramatically. "You really are something else, aren't
you? I've never known a boy like you." He gave me a good hug and grinned at
me.

"Promise me one thing," he said quietly. "Don't always tell me you know
what I'm thinking, My heart won't stand it. And just because I think
something doesn't mean to say that I want to do it."

"OK," I agreed, happily. "Promise."

I felt a surge of something like love pass through his mind and almost
automatically I kissed him quickly on the lips, much to his delight.

We sat in silence for a few minutes, enjoying each other's closeness. Even
our boners went down as we relaxed and simply held on to each other..

"Wanna go out to eat?" Leo said, breaking the comfortable silence.

"Yes, please. Where?"

"Pizza? McD's?" Leo said.

"Pizza!" I grinned, bouncing on his lap.

Half an hour later we were sat in the Pizza Parlour, sipping our Cokes as
we waited for the meal to arrive.

I was deliriously happy, and it showed as I gabbled on to Leo about all
sorts of nonsense. I knew I was talking too much, and mostly rubbish at
that, but I couldn't stop myself. Leo was getting a bit pissed off with me,
I could tell and so I shut up for a few minutes as I finished off my
pizza. Glancing round the room, I looked at each person in turn. My ability
to sense feelings had got steadily better as I got older and as I began
understand what caused the feelings, could often work out what they were
thinking about. There was a lady across the restaurant who was worried that
her son hadn't eaten enough and there was a girl who was annoyed because
she wasn't allowed another Coke. I nudged Leo and whispered, "That man
across there in the blue shirt fancies me," I giggled.

Leo glanced casually around and said, "White tie?"

I nodded.

"What's he thinking?" Leo whispered.

I looked sideways at the man, who seemed to be about 30 years old, and
quite good looking in fact. The sort of man I would have teased in the
toilets, given the chance.  "He wants to play with my, err, bits," I
sniggered. And put it in his mouth as well."

This shook Leo a bit and his mouth fell open. I ignored this and
concentrated on the lady doing a crossword puzzle. There were pictures of
exotic fruits flitting through her mind, as well as the letter A and the
number seven. She was still puzzling it out as Leo and I walked past her on
the way out.

"Avocado," I said to her, grinning as I walked on.

"What was that?" Leo asked when we were outside.

"Crossword answer she was stuck on," I told him. "I worked the answer out
for her. I gotta have some fun sometimes," I laughed.

All the way home, Leo was thinking about something, but I couldn't quite
work out what it was because he was thinking too quick and it seemed
complicated. I held his hand as we crossed the road and got the full
picture.

He was thinking about the man who wanted to suck my dick, and how much I
knew about that sort of stuff. I knew a great deal of course: some people
have very vivid imaginations, not to say pretty disgusting ones at times
too! I decided not to tell Leo that I knew what was on his mind, after all
I had promised.

Back at his flat, we sat on his big settee, him reading a book and me
staring into space, something else I was good at. Leo wasn't actually
reading the book, he was still thinking about the man. Turning over, I
stretched out full length on the settee and rested my head in his lap. He
lifted up his book and smiled at me distantly.

"You can ask, you know." I whispered. "I don't mind."

He put the book down and stared at me.

"I should've known, I guess," he said. "If you can see pictures sometimes,
then I don't suppose there's much you haven't seen."

"Nope!" I giggled. "You should see some of the things I have. What that man
was thinking was nothing compared to what some people want to do with dogs,
horses ...."

Leo put a hand on my mouth to shut me up.

"Ok," he said. "That's enough. I get the idea. It's a pity that you have to
know about all that sort of stuff at your age."

"Yeah. Well." I sniggered. "Like you said, you don't have to act on
everything you think, do you. If that were true, my mum would be dead a
million times over by now! In any case, not many people have nasty
thoughts. Most of them are nice ones."

************************

Things went well for the next few weeks. I still slept over at Pete's once
or twice a week and we had our fun together as always. In fact I was
getting to really enjoy it - I dread to think how much precious seed we'd
spilt over the weeks, and how much fun we'd had doing it..

Leo still hadn't made any real move to do anything with me, much to my
disappointment and frustration. In fact I must have shot as much spunk as
Peter and I together, thinking of Leo at night in my bed. I'd even taken to
wearing an old pair of too-small shorts when I was in Leo's flat and mum
wasn't around. I think she'd have had kittens if she saw how tight they
were and how nicely they showed off what little I had to offer. Leo didn't
mind though - in fact he liked seeing me in them, but wouldn't ever say so.

My chance to get things moving with Leo came out of the blue. Mum surprised
me by saying that she'd got a job. "Not that we need the money," she
explained, " But I get bored being alone in the house most of the day when
you're at school."

I couldn't understand that. I'd love the chance to stay at home all day and
get bored! Still, it was her life. The job she's got was in a local nursing
home: it was a nice job she told me, but the only problem was that she had
to work all night once a week. It didn't take a lot of persuasion for me to
convince her that I could sleep over at Leo's on those nights. She and Leo
got on so well now that any thoughts she may have had of him molesting me
were long forgotten. Leo wasn't quite so easy to convince. I knew exactly
why he wasn't all that keen on my staying, which oddly enough were exactly
the same ones that I had for making sure I did. Strangely enough, his
initial reluctance to have me over persuaded my mum that I would be
perfectly safe. And once mum and I had made our minds up, poor Leo had no
chance!

In fact I played it strictly by the book the first couple of times, getting
dressed and undressed in the spare (my!) bedroom or the bathroom. I even
kept my underpants on under my pyjamas!

It was on my third stay that I started to make my move. I already knew that
Leo had thought about messing about with me, he even wanted to, but so far
he hadn't done anything about it and neither would he unless he was
prompted. Or should that be seduced? I didn't care. All I knew was that I
wanted him and he wanted me.

To begin with I stopped wearing my undies under my pyjamas, and made sure
the fly was left as wide open as possible when we sat together on the
settee.. Sometimes, for a change, I took to wandering about the flat in
only my underpants, pulled up tight into my groin. I knew my plan was
working because once in a while I caught Leo thinking of me, his mind
concentrated on my dick and balls visible though my pyjamas. By the sixth
sleep over, we were both spending most of the evenings with very obvious
erections - but still nothing was said, much less done. I knew it wouldn't
take much to tip the balance now, all I had to do was give it a push.

I put my plan, such as it was, into action just as soon as mum had left for
work. Leo was working on a drawing for his book when I entered the flat and
as usual changed out of my school trousers and white shirt and squeezed
myself into the tight shorts and his favourite red T-shirt. My dick and
balls were squashed so tight that they were a bit painful, but it would be
worth it I hoped. In any case I didn't intend keeping them on for long.

For a while I stood behind him, my arms on his shoulders and our heads side
by side. Luckily he didn't have to concentrate on his work very much and we
chatted about our day as I nuzzled on his neck. Once in a while he would
lift up a hand and stroke my arm absent mindedly as he thought. I sensed a
mixture of feelings flowing from him, mostly ones of happiness and
contentment, but mixed up among them were ones of suppressed lust and
fear. He'd been having these thoughts a lot more recently, thanks to my
hard work, and now they were accompanied by images of my half-erect cock
glimpsed through the fly of my pyjamas. These were his favourite memories
as he returned to them time and time again - and each time he did I kissed
him playfully on his cheeks.

By now we were both hard, his dick outlined beautifully by his thin chinos,
my own cock as hard as it could get, bearing in mind my shorts were very
tight. In fact it was becoming really painful. Making no attempt to hide
it, I unfastened my shorts and moved my cock to a less painful position,
neglecting to re-fasten them.

"Don't you think they're a bit small for you now?" Leo grinned.

"Yeah, but I like them," I giggled.

It wasn't only me who liked them of course, but I didn't remind him of
that. Instead I took them right off and sat on his knee in just my pants
and T-shirt, making sure I could feel his erection under my leg.

"I can't work like this," he grinned. "You're distracting me!"

"Good!" replied gleefully, "I wanna talk anyway."

He was more than pleased to stop work for the evening and we went into the
lounge, turned the TV on and made ourselves comfortable on the
settee. Laying on my side, I put my head in his lap and wriggled my arms
under his shirt to clasp him round his waist, skin against skin. I sighed
contentedly as I pressed my cheek against his boner.

"That's nice!" I whispered.


"So. What do you want to talk about?" Leo asked, not stopping me from
resting on his hard dick.

"Nothing!" I giggled. "I just wanted to hold you and relax. I've had a hard
day."

A mental image of my erection flashed into my mind. Leo's idea of a hard
day wasn't quite the same as mine but was more fun!

"Hungry?" he said, trying to change the subject.

"Sort of," I laughed, and daringly turned my head into his crotch and
pretended to nibble on his dick through his chinos.

Not unexpectedly, he rather enjoyed this and it took a few seconds for him
to summon up the will to stop me. I beat him to it however and turned away
before he said anything. It was at that moment that I knew I'd got him. He
was more aroused now than ever I'd known, and what's more his determination
not to do anything with me was almost eroded away. All this I got in a
single, fantastic flash - a heart-stopping image of us both naked together,
smiling.

Taking advantage of the moment, I frantically kicked my pants off and lay
back, allowing my dick to stand up proud in front of us. Before he could
get over the shock, I threw my arms round his neck and kissed him hard on
the lips. I kept on kissing him until I felt him relax a bit, the initial
shock dying down. The feeling of surprise and anger soon evaporated and he
gave up all pretence of not wanting to touch me.

"You've been doing it again, haven't you?" he said sadly, much to my
surprise.

"What?" I replied, genuinely surprised.

"Reading my thoughts."

"No, I haven't. Honestly," I stammered out. "I've wanted to do this for
ages and tonight it just seemed sort of right. It's not you, it's me."

"Why?" he asked.

In all the time I'd been messing about with Peter, and in all the time I'd
wanted Leo, I'd never thought about why. And I couldn't come up with an
answer.

"Dunno," I muttered. "It's just that I wanted to. I like being with you and
I want to be as close to you as I can, and I thought that you'd like it if
I got undressed for you."

By now my dick had gone soft and I was almost in tears at upsetting my best
friend so much. I'd screwed up badly.

"There's no point in lying to you," Leo said softly. "You know I like you a
lot, more perhaps than I should. And I have thought of doing things with
you I must admit, but that doesn't make it right."

"No, I know that. But I like you so much that it hurts sometimes and I
can't help how I feel. And ever since that first day when I found out you
liked me, and wanted us to do things together, I thought that at last I'd
found someone who felt like me and understood."

"I do, believe me, I do," Leo replied. "There's nothing I would like more
than to take care of you, in whatever way you want, but you are only young
and what you want isn't right."  Without him realising it, Leo was
caressing and stroking my chest with his fingers, making my cock rise up
again. I could ask him if we could do it just the once and I'd never ask
again, but I knew that wouldn't work - it wouldn't be enough.

"I can't stand it," I said, the tears flowing freely now. "Being around you
all the time and not being allowed to touch you and hug you when I wanted,
and talking about stuff."  Leo had gone from being extremely aroused to a
black, depressed mood. He was as upset as I was, but tried not to show it.

"Please." I whined. "I won't tell anyone. Ever."

I sensed him struggling with his thoughts; fear mingled with love, desire
with self-control, his age against mine. If I said or did anything just
now, it would ruin things. A hug would convince him I was just here for the
sex, walking away would justify his worries. He had to make his own mind
up.

After what seemed an age, I felt him relax and he clasped his arms around
my waist. He'd decided. I didn't need to read his mind - his eyes said it
all.

"I must be mad!" he smiled wryly. "That, or you can control minds as well
as read them!"  I was far too happy to hear what he said after the first
few words. In something approaching a state of panic, I hugged him as hard
as I could and kissed him a thousand times. Once I'd got over my elation, I
grinned at him as broadly as I could.

"OK," he said, now being serious. "Ground rules."

With an immense effort, I made myself calm down and gave him my best
attention.  "One. Thinking something doesn't mean I want to do it there and
then, or even at all. Two. You wear decent clothes around the flat. My
heart won't stand much more of it. Three. No bed-hopping. That's your room
and that's mine. And lastly," he added, "Our secret!"

"Yes, yes, yes, and yes," I giggled. "And number five is that we are best
friends for ever and ever and ever!"

"Agreed!" Leo smiled.

I made Leo stretch out on the settee and lay on top of him, my legs between
his and my nose against his nose, Wrapping my arms round his neck, we
kissed tenderly, tongues against tongues. I whispered a quiet "Thanks!" to
him, and in return got another kiss.  We lay there in blissful silence for
ages, getting used to each other and revelling in the euphoria . Idly I
unbuttoned his shirt and opened it. Running my hands over his bare chest I
sighed deeply, realising that he was now mine, and I was his. Resting my
head on his breast, I listened to his heart, beating a bit faster than
normal. I smiled as I knew I was the cause of it.

Having got used to his chest and heart, I slid a tentative hand between our
tummies and grasped the top if his chinos. This was the final step. I'd
already offered him my nakedness, which he'd accepted. It was now his turn,
but it was a much bigger step for him. I could always plead childishness
and innocence. He couldn't. We looked at each other, exchanging unspoken
messages.

Almost imperceptibly, he nodded at me, unsmiling. As carefully as I could,
I unsnapped the clasp and slid the zip down as far as it would go. Somewhat
awkwardly I took his chinos and pants off and dropped them on the
floor. Kneeling astride his legs, I stared at his beautiful body, his cock
rising hugely erect from a nest of light brown, almost blond hair. My own
erect dick was about four finger-widths long: his was about six, but other
than that we were much alike, mine being just a bit thinner of course. His
balls were covered with a fine dusting of the same brown hair. He looked
superb; far better than I expected and far, far better than Peter.

Nervously I grasped him with my trembling fingers. And for the first
ecstatic time, felt his soft hardness and intense warmth. My mind went numb
with bliss as I held it gently, making sure I remembered this moment for
ever. Experimentally, I slid my hand up and down his shaft and felt the
weight of his balls. I gasped and thrust my hips forward as Leo wrapped his
fingers round my swollen cock, gently squeezing and rubbing it. I'd never
felt this good before; I thought Peter was OK, but Leo was an expert and
made me feel ecstatic. It was like all my dreams has come true at once -
life simply couldn't get any better than this! I moaned with joy.

"You'd better stop!" Leo growled at me distantly.

Knowing what would happen if I didn't, I reluctantly released him. I was
going to lay on top of him again with our dicks together like Peter and I
did, but I'd forgotten Leo was taller and it wouldn't work in quite the
same way. Instead, I wriggled around until his cock fitted under my balls,
sticking between my legs and my dick was squashed between us. This also had
the advantage that we could kiss - which we did.

As we settled in to a sort of kiss-fest, I squirmed around on top of him,
anxious to enjoy as much bodily contact with him as I could. Quite
suddenly, and without any warning at all, my body stiffened and I pressed
my cock hard and forcefully into Leo's tummy before I blasted out shots of
hot, volcanic cum between us.

"Christ!" I almost shouted, "That hurt!"

It was the first time I'd ever come without touching it and the first time
it'd actually hurt. Gasping for breath, I stared, glassy-eyed at Leo.

"What happened?" I stammered out.

Leo laughed lightly and explained that it was because I was so aroused and
happy that it happened so unexpectedly and painfully.

"You see," I giggled, feeling better now, "I'd never have known that if we
hadn't got together!"

Taking hold of his cock again, I started at it as I masturbated him
slowly. I wanted him to cum: I wanted to watch him cum, I wanted to feel
his warm cum on my skin. But not yet - I wanted to play with him first. It
wasn't long though, not nearly as long as I'd hoped for - he must have been
as aroused as I was. Under my fingers I felt his prick harden a bit more
and before I knew it, he fired out a massive amount of lovely spunk.. Leo
grunted and groaned with each shot, only stopping when the last dribble
slipped out.

Giggling madly, I surveyed the incredible sticky mess spread over my hand
and over out chests. Still smirking, I waved my hand at Leo.

Dashing to the bathroom, I dampened two face cloths and hurried
back. Dropping one of them on his belly, I started to clean him up.

"Ouch!" he gasped, grabbing my hand. "Cold water!"

"Ooops!" I sniggered. "Sorry! Didn't think!"

We lay there for ages holding and stroking each other lazily, now
accustomed to our nakedness and enjoying the warmth of the skin-to-skin
contact. Eventually though, we had to go to bed, and true to his word, Leo
insisted that we used our own beds and that I stayed in it! I didn't like
it very much after spending the evening curled up with Leo. I was lonely,
but a hand on my boner and memories of what Leo and I had just done soon
sent me off to a contented dream-filled sleep.

********************

Over the next few weeks, my life changed quite a bit. For one thing I saw
less and less of Peter outside school. This was partly because I didn't
need him in the same was as before, and partly because I was spending more
time with Leo. It wasn't at all easy backing off from Peter: we'd shared a
great deal together sexually and we'd been good for each other. We were
still the best of friends of course, and I don't think Peter minded too
much as I still spent Friday nights with him.. We only mentioned it once
when I said that I was a bit worried that mum was beginning to fret about
me spending so much of my spare time with him. He accepted this explanation
readily and was glad that I hadn't decided to stop messing about
altogether. In fact, the times we did have together were much better in
some ways as we were more excited and ready for it.

Also, mum got a new boyfriend. I was so embarrassed at the noises from
mum's room the first time he stayed over that I told her I would stay with
Leo the next time. She blushed deeply when I told her this, and of course
readily agreed that it was a good idea!

I was thus able to spend at least four or five nights a week with Leo, but
it doesn't mean I saw much less of mum though. More often than not, when
Jim, her boyfriend, came over, we all ate together and watched TV or
something before I escaped to Leo when things got too heavy for me.

Things changed a bit there too. We'd conveniently forgotten about the `bed
hopping' rule and some nights we slept together in his big bed. It wasn't
because of the sex bit though, we just felt the need for each other. I
think we both disliked sleeping alone when we could so easily keep each
other company, and in fact on many nights we did nothing else but kiss and
cuddle until one of us fell asleep.

Before I knew it, a year had gone by. Leo and I were more like uncle and
nephew in some ways. We shopped together, worked on his car, went out to
the cinema and restaurants and so on. The sex was still fantastic though,
especially after one terrific night last Christmas.

Mum had held a party in our flat for some of her mates. Jim was there of
course, and so were Leo and I. It was a good party, with lots of food and
drink. The food was OK, but I got pissed off with only having OJ or Coke to
drink. In any case, they were all getting a bit drunk as time went on and
they were getting silly. I slipped out quietly and escaped to Leo's
flat. Once there, I stripped down to my pants and watched TV by myself. I
didn't mind Leo staying on, he was enjoying himself. In any case he would
come home eventually and I would have him to myself.

About one o'clock,. The door opened and Leo walked in. I could tell he'd
had a drink or two, but he wasn't drunk or anything: I could tell because
his mind was a bit sort of fuzzy. Pleased to see him at last, I jumped up
and hugged him, giving him a big kiss at the same time.

"Missed you!" he whispered. "What happened?"

"I got bored and came home," I said. Mentally I thought of Leo's flat as
more my home now than my own. "I'm OK now though. You're here."

Before long we were cuddled up in his bed, our naked bodies entwined. I'd
been half asleep until he came home, but now we were comfortably wrapped up
together, I woke up properly and wanted to mess about. It didn't take me
long to get Leo in a playful mood and we writhed together under the
bedclothes trying to tickle each other. Eventually Leo let me win and I
knelt astride him, hands on his shoulders and sat on his tummy. I looked
into his eyes and saw how much he cared for me. More than that; he was
actually beginning to love me, whatever that may mean. I already loved him
- that much I knew. It was him I thought of constantly in idle moments,
wondering what he was doing and whether or not he was thinking of me. When
I came home from school and we hugged, it was as if a missing part of me
was put back in place and I was whole again.

Still gazing doe-like into his beautiful eyes, I leaned back and took his
hardness in my hands behind my back, just holding it and enjoying the feel
of him under my fingers. Arching my back as I did this, mu cock wavered in
front of his face, tantalising him.  An image of my cock in his mouth
snapped into Leo's mind, and unlike before, wasn't instantly wiped out. He
wanted it, needed it in an odd sort of way, but he wasn't going to ask. I
knew why as well. If he'd asked me, I would have said yes of course, but he
would never have known whether it was because he'd asked me and I wouldn't
say no, or whether it was because I really wanted it.

Letting go of his cock, I scooched up a bit and rested my dick on his lips,
offering myself to him. He grasped my hips lightly and opened his mouth.

I moaned in ecstasy as I felt his tongue lick up and down my throbbing
cock, bathing it in fluid warmth and tenderness. My eyes closed and I threw
my head back as a furnace-hot wave of heat enveloped my whole body, centred
on my groin. Leaning forward, I fed my aching dick into his mouth, watching
intensely as it disappeared millimetre by millimetre into the moist cavern.

It would be useless to try and describe how either of us felt for the next
few minutes. All I can remember is that my mind was an absolute mess. Every
time Leo slid his tongue round my cock-head, or sucked on it, needles of
pleasure stung me everywhere.  I fell forwards, grabbing Leo by the
shoulders and started to buck backwards and forwards, slipping in and out
more and more quickly. There was no way I could control myself now, and I
drove myself deeper into Leo's throat with an animal-like fervour. My balls
tightened up and with a desperate urgency, I ejected my cum savagely into
Leo's throat, not giving a thought as to whether he wanted me to or not. I
couldn't have stopped myself anyway.  Collapsing alongside him, I searched
for Leo's hand and grasped it firmly as if to anchor myself to
reality. Slowly I began to breathe properly and calm down.

"Feel better now?" Leo asked with a mixture of concern and amusement.

"Oh, yeah!" I gasped out. "That was unbelievable!"

Well: that was it more or less. I got my turn to take Leo in my mouth a
couple of days later, but in a funny way neither of us liked it very
much. I found sucking a bit difficult to do, and I knew Leo only did it to
please me and so it was only a one-off as far as we were concerned. I liked
being sucked though, and he enjoyed doing it for me, so it soon became yet
another thing we loved doing.

Jim became a semi-permanent fixture in our flat over the next few months;
he'd even been given his own front door key. I didn't mind that very much
at all, after all mum needed company just as much as I did. I was very
careful not to let him know I could sense his feelings as I knew he didn't
like me all that much. Not that he actually disliked me in any way, it's
just that he was one of those people who couldn't get on with teenagers. He
cared for mum very deeply, a feeling which was returned, and on that basis
we got on well enough together. I think he would've killed me if ever he
found out that I knew when he was thinking of mum around bed-time, and what
his thoughts were. If mum ever realised that I was aware of this, she never
let on. All I could pick up from her was a feeling of gratitude when I said
I was spending the night in Leo's flat.

The big shock came when I was halfway through my last year at school. I'd
just got home when Leo said my mother wanted to see me. I thought nothing
of it at first, she often left a message with him, but as soon as I entered
the flat I could sense an odd atmosphere. For a split second I thought
she'd found out about Leo and me, but just as quickly dismissed the idea as
she was anxious, not angry.

We sat down in the living room and looked at each other. For once, I
couldn't sense her feelings - she was confused.

"How much do you like Jim?" she asked carefully.

"He's OK," I answered just as carefully. "Why?"

"He's asked me to marry him," she spurted out suddenly.

"Oh!" was the only thing I could think of to say.

"Well?" she asked after a few minutes. "What do you think? Would you mind?"

There were a million thoughts going through my head, and I couldn't make
much sense out of any of them.

"I think you should," I replied thoughtfully. "You like him and he likes
you a lot." I didn't add that just like me, she needed someone to love her.

"But?"

I took a deep breath. I'd promised mum, like Leo, not to talk about what I
learned from people's minds. But this was important. I explained to her how
Jim felt about me, and how he thought that somehow I was coming between
them, that he neither liked nor disliked me, but saw me as some sort of
rival for her love.

This time it was mum's turn to say, "Oh!"

"I don't think he'd like it much if I was here all the time," I said. "And
neither would I." Then, stupidly I went on.

"I could stay with Leo. He wouldn't mind, and I'd like it."

I began to gabble on, giving all the reasons why it would be a good idea,
except the real one of course. She let me ramble on until I ran out of
breath.

Then I got `the look'. You know, the one your mother gives you when she
wants to hear the truth.

"You sleeping with him?" she asked, remarkably calmly.

"No!" I replied too quickly. "Well, not in the way you think anyway. We
sometimes sleep in the same bed, but we only talk together."

Something in the back of my mind told me to carry on. It was time for
things to come out in the open.

"Usually," I added meaningfully.

She wasn't angry. She wasn't even pissed off or upset. The overwhelming
feeling I got was one of relief.

"You know?" I gasped, blushing to my roots.

"I'd sort of worked it out. You've changed since you met him, you've grown
up and got more confident. And you're always touching him!"

I felt immensely relieved; not only because Leo and I needn't keep our
secret from mum any more, but also because mum already knew and we could
talk about it. The touching bit embarrassed me though.

"So?" I whispered. "What next?"

"You're leaving school soon and after that getting a job and probably
leaving home anyway. That will happen whether I like it or not. And, just
like you, I don't like being alone. Jim is good company and we like each
other. We would keep each other company after you've gone."

She paused, took hold of my hands in hers and looked me in the eyes. "If
you want to go and stay with Leo, you can. Obviously you like each other a
lot and I don't suppose anything I say will change that. I think you're a
bit young yet to make your mind up about that sort of thing, but as he only
lives across the corridor, you can always come back if things don't work
out. I think they will though. You've always been good at judging people
and I've never known you make a bad mistake yet. Besides, I happen to like
Leo as well!"  We hugged each other tightly, something we hadn't done for
ages.

"Go on," she said tearfully, "I think Leo aught to be told the good news!
And I need to talk to Jim."

Then came the hardest thing I've ever had to do in my life. I had to tell
Leo. Walking across the hallway between out flats, I had no idea how he
would react. I spent a very uncomfortable hour with him; first calming him
down, then convincing him that mum was Ok with us, and then persuading him
to let me move in. During all that time, we never hugged or kissed at
all. In fact we never even touched each other. And that hurt me a lot: I
needed his arms around me more than ever. Having got so far, and being so
open with mum, if Leo chose not to have anything more to do with me, then
there was nothing else left in life for me. I'd staked everything on him..

I didn't dare try to read his mind as we went back to see mum; for one
thing I was far too nervous, and for another I was shit scared of what I
might find.

It was obvious after just a few minutes that my presence was causing a
problem for them both - it didn't need telepathic powers to work that one
out! Reluctantly I made myself scarce and went out for a walk.

Even now, I can't remember where I went or what I did. All I can recollect
is wandering around, staring unseeing into shop windows and watching the
cars go by, full of happy families on their way our somewhere nice; of my
buying a bottle of juice and throwing it away untasted.

Having walked myself out, I slowly made my way home, put the key in the
lock and went indoors. Leo and mum were still there, an almost empty bottle
of wine between them. Their happy mood suddenly evaporated as I carefully
chose a chair between them and sat down. I looked anxiously from one to the
other.

"We've agreed," said Leo seriously as he took a sip of his wine, "That you
can't move in with me."

I fell back in the chair, gobsmacked. I'd more than half expected this, but
actually hearing it, especially from Leo, hurt me badly. I slumped down in
the chair, eyes fixed on the floor and trying desperately not to cry.

Only distantly did I hear mum add, "Until you're 16."

As my numb brain absorbed this, I looked up at my mother, not believing
what I'd heard.  Between them they explained that for a whole host of
reasons, it wasn't either possible or legal (Legal? After what we'd been
doing?) for me to actually move in with Leo until after my 16th birthday,
but in the meantime that shouldn't stop me sleeping there once in a
while. There were a hundred other things they told me as well, but I was so
excited that I can't remember any of them, I was far too excited.

Things developed over the next few months as you might expect; mum and Jim
got married and I moved in with Leo almost full time. I never found out
what Jim thought of the odd situation, quite deliberately I never probed to
find out. Just as long as mum was happy, I was content to leave it like
that.

With regard to mum, I asked her not long ago why she'd been so sort of laid
back when she found out that Leo and I had been `messing about'. She
explained that she had an older brother who, like me, preferred `male
company to that of women' as she put it. When he was 18, her mum and dad
found out about him going with another men. There was a big row and he'd
left home, never to be heard of again.

"As you grew up, I saw a lot of my brother in you," mum went on. "And I
knew what would probably happen eventually. Especially when you took up
with Peter so strongly, and then Leo. We were both lucky when Leo turned
up!" she laughed.

Anyway, we had a party when I was 16, with all the family there, except dad
of course, and a few friends from school. Peter turned up, with a new
girlfriend in tow, and I was happy for him. We managed to spend a few
minutes together in the privacy of my room when I told him about Leo and
me. Just like mum, he had already guessed what I was like, and didn't
mind. In fact we had a kiss and a last, final grope of our cocks for old
times sake!

It was late when Leo and I got back home and we were both tired, but there
was one birthday present I wanted from Leo and I was determined to have
it. At first he was reluctant to do what I wanted, but knowing him as well
as I do, he didn't really have a chance. Producing a tube of lubricant I'd
kept hidden for almost a year, I handed it to him, pleading silently with
my eyes.

Despite all the horror stories I'd heard about `the first time', I actually
found it sublimely fulfilling(!). His cock entered me as if it was always
meant to be there, its length and incredible warmth filling me with an
exhilaration that was truly ecstatic. We seemed to be coupled together for
a lifetime, my tears flowing freely and adoration for my lover exuding from
every pore of my body. Twice more that night we made love, something we've
never managed since, much to my disappointment, but they do say that the
first time is the best!

Tonight is my eighteenth birthday party. Leo and I have decided to
celebrate it alone: first we are going to have a meal in the best
restaurant we know, followed by a nice, cosy and not too relaxing time at
home! We have been deliriously happy for the five years we have been
together: more than we have a right to expect in this life I
guess. Although that worries me sometimes, I know that things will never
change between us. I can still read the thoughts of other people, and as
time has gone by I can understand them a lot more. I have learned to ignore
them mostly except when they affect either Leo or I directly, which they
sometimes do. Not everyone is as understanding as my mother when it comes
to same-sex relationships as we have had one or two awkward incidents, but
no more than I expected. And in any case, I don't give a damn as long as I
have Leo - after all I am his pride and joy!

The End

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List of my longer stories posted on the Nifty Stories site:


Cairo Holiday /nifty/gay/highschool/cairo-holiday/

A developing story of two teenage boys who meet when one of them is on
holiday to Egypt. It tells of their developing relationship and the
liaisons they have with the local boys. They grow to like each other - and
more. They share a mutual desire to explore this magical city, and discover
more than they ever thought they would, not only about Egypt but also
themselves. Things change however, when their families learn about their
special relationship.


Forest House /nifty/gay/adult-youth/forest-house/

Life in a home for teenage boys leads a young care worker into finding a
new side to himself which he didn't know existed, and at the same time
teaches a group of behaviour-problem boys that life can be fun sometimes!


Gareth's Story /nifty/gay/highschool/gareths-story/

Gareth is in care, and has been asked to put his life history down on
paper.. Despite his misgivings, he does, and in so doing discovers not only
himself but new friends. Later on he meets a new friend and his life
improves as he moves out of care to join a new family.


Garry and John Stories /nifty/gay/adult-youth/garry-and-john/

The story of John, a university undergraduate and his 12-year-old cousin
who find they enjoy each other's company and more, despite family
differences.. They strike up a loving relationship and John takes Garry
away from an abusive and unloving home. Garry and John Make A Home follows
on, they leave Oxford behind and set up home together.  Despite problems,
they both mature together and find that they can't live apart.  In the
third part, they leave England and move to Cairo where their relationship
develops and they make new friends and find life is fun as well as
interesting!


Life Is What You Make It /nifty/gay/college/life-is-what-you-make-it/

Story of a boy who leaves school and spends the summer trying to find out
who he is. He finds a soul-mate from his old school and, despite their
different cultures, learn that they have a great deal in common, eventually
setting up home together.


Tanta /nifty/gay/adult-youth/tanta/

Ahmed is the young house-boy for a young accountant working in Egypt. A
relationship soon develops which suits them both and before long they are
living together, much to the satisfaction of them both.


Tom Brown's Schoolboy /nifty/gay/adult-youth/tom-browns-schoolboy/

Story about a young boy from a very disadvantaged background who is
befriended by one of his teachers who helps him move on to a much better
life.


Brian is Different /nifty/gay/adult-youth/brian-is-different/

Brian, even at his young age, knows that he likes the attentions of older
men and much to his delight finds one who, reluctantly to begin with, is
willing to satisfy his need.


London Street Boy /nifty/gay/adult-youth/london-street-boy/

Tells the tale of a boy who ends up having to learn how to earn a living on
the streets of London, and all that it entails. For various reasons, he
decides that it isn't the life for him and makes a determined effort to
improve his station in life.