Date: Thu, 22 Jul 2010 21:30:40 +0000 (GMT)
From: John Venn <johnvenn1945@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: More Miles of Smiles

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More Miles of Smiles
by
Alexander

From the end of 'Miles of Smiles':-

Well, I suppose that was almost the final bridge that Miles and I had to
cross. Once we'd accepted the fact that we'd been 'outed', at least
partially anyway, we became even closer if that were possible. Being seen
out and about in town together was no longer a problem and both our social
lives improved as a consequence. Life was good, and getting better.

The only thing left to do now was to tell Sheila and John that Miles
intended to move in permanently this summer, after all he would be 16 by
then and no one could complain. As to how we would inform them, I had no
worries on that score: Miles would no doubt get his own way somehow or
other, if only by flashing his winning smile.


More Miles of Smiles...


Chapter 1


Miles and I continued meeting whenever we could: almost every day in fact,
even if only for a few minutes. Very often it was when he was on the way to
or from town, or on the way to see his mate Mike. Friday and Saturday
nights he usually stayed over with me and we would spend a glorious
week-end together. In some ways we acted like two brothers, especially when
shopping or eating out; most waiters and sales assistants assumed that we
were anyway and we never saw a reason to disillusion them. After some
argument, I persuaded Miles that he shouldn't just drop his friends every
week-end and that he should make the effort to see them some time or
other. Very often this would simply mean that Miles would meet Mike at my
place before they went off elsewhere, or they would drop in for a meal on
Saturday lunch-time.


Mike was a little nervous in our company to start off with, not
unnaturally. Although he knew of the relationship we shared, it took him a
while to appreciate just how much we meant to each other and that it just
wasn't the sex that united us. Once he'd got used to it however, he soon
became a regular and welcome visitor. He even got used to seeing Miles sat
on the floor between my legs, or more rarely actually sat on my knees. We
never kissed or cuddled in front of him though – that might have proved
just a bit too much!


The amusing thing was that Miles always sprung a boner when we sat
together, and if he was wearing anything but the loosest of trousers, it
showed. I know that Mike and Miles had shared some experiences, and as far
as I know still did stuff together once in a while. At least I guess they
did because Mike took few pains to hide his own problem at times like this
and might have even enjoyed the sight for all I knew. I mentioned this to
Miles one evening as we were lay on the sofa watching TV which produced a
little giggle from him and a quick glance down at my hand which was
cradling his dick and balls.


"Can't blame him for feeling jealous, can I?" he laughed.


"Jealous?" I replied curiously.


"Well, sort of. His girlfriend ain't giving him much these days and his
dick isn't getting a lot of exercise."


"Oh," was all I could think of to say. Then, as an afterthought, added,
"You're not helping him out any then?"


Without a sign of embarrassment, Miles said that he only messed about with
Mike once in a blue moon when they were both in the mood and Mike was
particularly horny. "You don't mind?" he added.


"No, of course not. What are friends for?"


This caused him to giggle again. "Strange really," he mused. "Whenever we
do it, it's not like we even enjoy it that much any more – not like we
used to anyway. It's just something we do 'cause we got the urge!"


There was nothing I could say to this and so I did the only thing possible:
leaned over and kissed him lightly on the lips. In return, Miles wrapped
his arms round my neck and gave me a deep, tender kiss in return.


"Let's get undressed," he whispered in my ear.


Casually, almost leisurely, we stripped off, dropping our few clothes where
we stood.


"That's better," Miles sighed as he cuddled up to me, our noses touching
and erections having a little battle of their own down below.


The TV was forgotten for a while as we embraced and petted each other
pleasantly and lazily. Times like these were the absolute best as far as we
were concerned: we could demonstrate and share our love for one another
easily and tenderly with no sort of rush or uncontrolled passion, just a
slow pleasure-taking of each other.


"Time is it?" Miles asked after a few minutes.


" 'Bout eight o'clock," I said quietly.


"Mmmmm," he replied, snuggling down once again.


"Too early!" I grinned, knowing exactly what was on his mind. "If we go to
bed now, we'll be awake all night!"


"So?"


I must admit, the feeling of Miles' naked body against mine and his solidly
erect dick felt good, and suddenly his suggestion didn't seem such a bad
idea after all.


"Whose bed, your or mine?" I asked, wriggling out from under him.


"Mine. There's less room."


That was certainly true: fitting us both into the single bed in 'his' room
was no mean feat as we'd discovered several times in the past. It was fun
trying though.


We continued very much from where we'd left off, not even bothering to
cover ourselves with the duvet.


Nine times out of ten, I let Miles take the lead in whatever took place in
bed, mainly because he tended to be a bit unpredictable in his
moods. Sometimes we would be perfectly satisfied with lots of petting,
stroking and kissing before we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms:
at other times we would either jack each other off or enjoy a pleasant
'69'. Whatever we did, it was good as we also tended to chat quite a bit at
the same time, often about things that for some reason we didn't, or
couldn't, talk about outside the bedroom.


"Wonder when I can move in?" Miles said as he took a break from our
kissing.


It struck me as sounding a bit odd and it took me a minute or so to work
out why. Usually Miles put this sort of thing across as a statement rather
than a question. I would've expected him just to tell me when he planned to
move rather than ask if he could. I was impressed: it was another sign of
his growing maturity.


"I don't know," I replied honestly. "It's not the sort of thing you can
just decide like that. It wants careful thinking about."


I felt Miles tense up and he balled his hands up into fists. He stared at
me angrily and was just about to say something when, with an immense
effort, he made himself calm down. I'd seen him lose his temper once before
with me and I hadn't enjoyed it in the slightest. In a desperate effort to
make the peace, I added, "Sorry. That came out all wrong. You know there's
nothing I would like more than for you to live here, but you aren't 16 yet
– you've got another month to go, and in any case we have to convince
your parents."


"They don't care!" he said angrily.


I just looked at him and put an arm on his shoulder.


"OK," he went on, "They do care. But I'm still gonna move in. It's the
summer holidays soon and I want to be here before the next term starts."


"OK, so we've got to start work on them now so it doesn't come as a
surprise to them."


I watched as the tension left him and he relaxed once more.


"Yeah. Well," he smiled. "That's gonna be easy then! But it can't come soon
enough."


Having got over the little spat, Miles wriggled up as close to me as he
could and rested his head on my shoulder. "I wanna live here for ever and
ever and ..."


From an angry young man, Miles had instantly transformed in to a playful
adolescent which he demonstrated by grabbing my balls and kissing me.


"Where's the KY?" he whispered urgently in my ear.


"What?" I replied, not quite believing what he'd said.


"KY. Where?" he giggled. "It's not a difficult question."


"Bedroom cabinet. My side," I answered, amazed at the sudden turn of
events.


"Don't move," he laughed as he slipped off the bed and ran into my bedroom.


Seconds later he was back, waving the little tube triumphantly in the
air. Leaping onto the bed from about three feet away, he thrust it into my
hand and said excitedly, "Come on. Let's do it."


He left me in no doubt as to what he meant as he turned onto his back and
lifted his legs up high in the air, holding them up with his hands and a
Cheshire-cat grin on his face.


I could have, and probably should have, said a million things to him just
then, but I quickly realised that whatever I said would ruin things, so I
did as I was told and prepared us both.


We'd only done this once before – or twice rather, once to each
other. They had been fantastic experiences at the time, but not something
we wanted to do often. But Miles was in the mood, and ...


Entering him wasn't easy, but Miles was determined and Miles in a
determined mood was undeniable. There was only a moments flash of pain as I
broke through the barrier, which disappeared instantly to be replace by a
wicked, self-satisfied grin.


"Go on, all the way," he muttered, eyes closed. "Oh, wow! Oh fuck! Oh
shit!" he moaned ecstatically as I eased myself down. "That's ... that's
... good!" he sighed as I bottomed out.


I fucked him slowly and carefully, using the entire length of my cock, my
mind blank except for the all-consuming delight radiating from my
groin. The only other thing I was aware of were the whispered expletives
from Miles timed perfectly with my own moans and groans.


After only half a dozen strokes, I opened my eyes as Miles' body first
froze, then arched upwards as jets of cum short from his dick, splattering
his chest with glistening globules.


"Don't stop," he urged. "Cum inside me, quick!"


His words acted like a trigger and as if on command, I deposited my own
contribution inside him, just as deep as I could reach.


Slowly and carefully I withdrew, collapsing half on top of my lover, my
energy all spent.


In something of a daze, Miles looked up and managed to give me a
half-smile. "I could get used to that," he mumbled.


Those were the last words we exchanged before he closed his eyes and
dozed. For a while I stared at his wonderful body, thanking the powers that
be for giving me such a beautiful gift. Lovingly, I stroked his face and
hair before dropping off into a fitful sleep myself.


The next thing I knew was opening my eyes to see a still naked Miles sat
cross-legged at the bottom of the bed, chewing on a sandwich and staring at
me.


" 'Bout time," he sniggered. "I've been awake ages. Cup of tea for you." He
nodded in the direction of the bedside table. "You ain't half ugly when
you're asleep. You drool everywhere."


There was no way I could do anything to him after that comment as I had a
hot drink in my hand. Instead I satisfied myself by saying, " I must've
been dreaming about you then."


"I expect so," he answered. "Who else would you dream of?"


He was in a good mood I was pleased to see. Far too good a mood for this
time of night anyway, a glance at the clock telling me that it was around
midnight.


"I've had a shower and gonna watch a bit of TV. See you in a bit?" he said,
finishing off his sandwich.


I collapsed back on the bed, my first thought being that living with a
teenager wasn't going to be easy. Great fun, but hard on the body.



Chapter 2.


It was Miles 16th birthday a month later, he was having a party at home, to
which all his friends and a lot of his relatives had been invited. I'd
attended his 15th , but the last thing I expected would be an invite to his
16th. And I was right. Miles, wisely, had decided not to force the issue,
satisfying himself with the knowledge that we would have a little party of
our own later. The nice thing was that Miles' mother had paid me a visit a
week or so before the party and explained that she didn't think I would
want to attend the gathering as it was mid-week and I was working the
following day. We both knew it was only an excuse, but it satisfied us as
it would avoid any embarrassing situations developing. In fact, Sheila was
quite an amazing woman. Not only had she come to terms with whatever
relationship Miles and I had, she even managed to make sure he had a full
set of clean clothes in my flat – hence her regular visits. It wasn't
unnoticed by her also that both beds were apparently being used and that
I'd installed a new desk for Miles. I suppose that in some ways we'd come
to an 'armed truce' in that she would ignore the possible
'inappropriateness' of our friendship provided that she could visit
regularly. As long as things appeared normal, then she could live with
it. The only cloud on the horizon was Miles' stated intent to move in with
me over the summer holidays. Personally, I was fairly happy with the ways
things were in most respects. Miles and I had a loving and caring
relationship and saw each other nearly as much as we wanted. I was worried
that any obvious attempt on Mile's part to leave home and move in with me
would upset things so badly that we would be stopped from seeing each other
completely. Thus it was that I'd not mentioned the possibility to his
mother in any way, shape or form. I'd left that for Miles to sort out in
his own way. I knew him well enough by now to know that he almost always
got his own way in things that were important to him, and that he managed
it without causing any real upsets. An enviable, but dangerous, talent.


Anyway, the upshot of all this was that Miles and I would have a little
party of our own the Friday after his 'official' birthday. I expected him
to take up the offer of a good meal out, a theatre visit or something, but
he surprised me by saying that he would like a nice, quiet evening in 'with
just a couple of friends'.


When I asked him to explain a bit more, he said that all he wanted to do
was have his best friends round for a 'pizza or something', a few tins of
lager and a good video or two. 'Like we would if it was just you and me',
he added significantly.


So he hadn't given up the idea of moving in I realised, and this was
undoubtedly part of his scheme. 'Whatever' I shrugged and resigned myself
to whatever he had planned.


As it turned out, the friends he invited were Mike of course, Mike's
current girlfriend whoever she was, and a boy called Rajiv who he'd met at
college. I'd heard a lot about Rajiv, or 'Raj' as he was called
apparently. He was Indian, on the same course as Miles and 'good fun' to be
with. Other than the fact that he was the same age as Miles, I knew nothing
else about him.


In fact, the party was amazingly civilised as it turned out. I'd half
expected some sort of teenage frenzy of wild music, dancing and sex. Well,
music and dancing anyway. During the day I'd taken care to move anything
breakable or valuable out of the way and pushed the furniture to the walls
to make room. When the gang arrived, I saw the look of surprise on Miles'
face and a mouthed 'why?'  I shrugged my shoulders in confusion, dragged
the coffee table back to the middle of the room and watched as Miles
arranged things as he wanted.


"What time you want the pizza?" I asked as tins of lager were popped open.

"What pizza?" Miles said. "We've got an Indian take-way coming in half an
hour. Raj's dad owns an Indian Restaurant!"


I should've known.


The conversation was remarkably adult, much to my surprise. I suppose my
teaching experience with teenagers had led me to assume that they were
mostly loud-mouthed braggarts of one sort or another, but this gathering
was different. Even Mike and his girlfriend were on their best behaviour
and Mike showed an intelligence that I hadn't credited him with before. Raj
sat quietly on the edge of the group, speaking only when he had something
to say. As they all chatted together, I took the chance to look at him as
closely as I dared. He was just the sort of boy I knew Miles would chose as
a friend. Easy-going nature, fairly intelligent and well-mannered. He was
also very good looking, with that smooth olive-coloured skin, straight
black hair and a ready smile. I relaxed as they talked about odds and ends,
joining in when asked but sitting back for the most part, feasting my eyes
on a very happy Miles sat cross-legged on the floor. I smiled to myself as
I remembered the last time I'd seen Miles sat like that, at the bottom of
my bed, stark naked and chewing on a sandwich. Miles must've sensed what I
was thinking as our eyes met for an instant and he gave me one of his
wicked smiles and a lick of his lips that told me exactly what was on his
mind as well as mine. Subconsciously he dropped a hand into his groin,
adjusted himself slightly and looked away. The move, I noticed hadn't been
missed by Raj who grinned at the pair of us. He couldn't have known what
passed between Miles and me of course, but I was certain the grin said more
than it should.


We were interrupted by the arrival of the food, and with an outburst of
activity, plates and utensils were arranged and the seeming hundreds of
food dishes spread around the table and floor.


"Mmmm. Wait," Miles mumbled through a mouthful of rice.


Digging into his bag, he fetched out a DVD and slid it in the player. The
film turned out to be a new scifi/horror film, with an '18' restriction. I
ignored this as I watched Miles dim the room lights and come to sit down on
the floor again. This time, however, he elected to sit between my knees as
he often did when we were alone. I was slightly worried by this as he knew
just what effect it would have on me, a fact he confirmed by rubbing the
back of his head in my crotch. Thank goodness the room was dark enough for
no one to see. Probably.


Conversation gradually died as the film got started and the food
attacked. The room took on a pleasant, relaxed atmosphere as the four kids
gorged themselves and stared at the screen, absorbed in the
action. Automatically I dropped an arm onto Miles' chest and gently stroked
his chest through his shirt. Suddenly, I remembered that we had guests and
began to pull my hand away, embarrassed not only on my part, but also for
Miles as well. Miles did no more than grab my wrist firmly and hold my hand
where it was. I tried a couple more times to pull it away, but Miles was
insistent and so I let it be. Nervously I glanced round the room, glad to
see that Mike and girlfriend were otherwise engaged(!). Raj, on the other
hand was looking at us out of the corner of his eye, and sporting a
definite erection.


I was in no position to do anything about anything. I took in the room once
more: Mike had his tongue down the girl's throat (What the hell is her
name?), Raj had a hand resting on his swollen dick, Miles was rubbing his
head against my cock and also showing wood through his jeans. I gave up,
fervently hoping that Miles knew what he was doing.


At long last the film ended and people began to stir. At least, Mike and
Miles did. Getting to their feet, neither made no secret of the fact that
they had to adjust their boners. Together they cleared away the food debris
and piled the plates up in the kitchen. Returning to the living room, Mike
went back to his love-seat and Miles sat beside me, leaning heavily on my
shoulder.


"So," Raj said looking at Miles. "When you moving in? It's nice here."


I was stunned into silence, unlike Miles who didn't bat an eyelid.


"Dunno yet. Sometime soon, I hope."


He turned to look at me for confirmation, his big doe-like eyes looking at
me lovingly.


"Yeah, sometime soon I hope as well." I mumbled. What else could I say?


"Lucky bastard!" Mike smiled. "Wish I could leave home sometimes."


Raj did nothing except grin from ear to ear and nod knowingly.


Thankfully the conversation switched to less difficult ones then until it
was almost midnight.


"Come on," Raj said reluctantly. "Dad'll be here soon to take us home."


Almost as if on cue, a car horn sounded outside and the gang searched out
their coats.


"Thanks very much, it's been a great night," Mike said sincerely, shaking
my hand.


"Yeah," the girl agreed. "Fantastic." She opted to kiss me on the cheek.


"You must come to the restaurant, Alec," Raj said. "And bring Miles with
you." He took my hand between both of his and shook it gently. "I hope to
see you again, soon." he added quietly.


* * *


"Explain!" I said to Miles as he closed the door behind his guests.


He giggled back at me, threw his shirt off and sat on my lap.


"Phase 1 completed!" he said before kissing me on the lips. "And thanks for
the party."


"What 'phase 1' ?" I asked.


"Simple. I told Raj that I was thinking of moving in with you
sometime. Tonight he asked when it would be, Mike didn't know anything
about it until then. Mike can't keep secrets very well and it won't be long
before he lets it slip out in front of mum."


"So? How's that going to help?" I asked, confused.


"I can watch how mum reacts. She'll either pack my bags for me, or lock me
in my bedroom for the rest of my life."


"You're joking!" I gasped.


"Sort of," Miles giggled. "But seriously, it she gets it from Mike first, I
can always say it was a joke and he'd misheard me or something if she's
seriously pissed off. If she's not, then the job's been done and all I have
to do is tell her when."


"It won't be as easy as that," I said.


"No, it ain't gonna be easy," he agreed. "But it's the best fail-safe plan
I could come up with. Once she's got the idea in her head that I might be
moving out, the rest will be easier."


"I hope so, I really hope so," I said, giving him a hug.


"I've always get Plans B and C," he sniggered as he dropped his trousers.


"I don't think I want to know," I said as I stared at his beautiful body.


"Yes, you do. Plan B is for us to run away together to a desert island and
Plan C is for you to get me pregnant."


"So, it's gotta be Plan A then?" I laughed weakly.


"Yep!" Miles squeaked as he loosened my trousers and took my shirt off.

"Do you still love me?" he giggled as he wrapped himself round me.


"Dunno. I'll tell you in the morning," I sighed as I leaned in to kiss him.


The events of the evening slowly faded into the past as we relaxed together
on the sofa. We'd only kissed a few times before tiredness overcame us and
we stumbled from the lounge into our bedroom.


"Hey!" I said as we made ourselves comfortable. "I almost forgot."


"What?" Miles said sleepily.


"What's this with Raj? He couldn't stop playing with himself all
evening. He had a boner from the minute he walked in the door."


"Yeah. That's Raj. He's always doing that," Miles sniggered. "He's OK."


"How OK?" I asked lightly. "Good friend of yours?"


"Sort of. We've only known each other about a month. Met at college."


"Is he gay?" I asked curiously.


"Dunno. He thinks he might be, and so do I."


"So you haven't done anything then?"


"No, not yet. Would you mind if we did?" Miles asked with a serious note in
his voice.


"No, of course not. I don't mind you and Mike messing about, do I?"


"No. Thanks. I've seen him naked a few times and he's got a nice body. And
a nice dick!" he said, then added, "And he's got more hair than me."


"You've had a good look then?"


"Oh, yeah. Can't help it when you get changed for sports together, can
you?"


"No, I suppose not. But how did you get to talking about whether or not
he's gay?"


Miles giggled and slid a hand under the bedclothes to find my erect cock.


"Like this," he laughed. "We both got boners when we were in the shower and
looked at each other. We were just about to do something about them when
another gang of boys came in and we had to stop. We both get hard-ons every
time we see each other now though."


"So, that's all you've done then?"


"Yeah. Apart from a quick grope under the desks."


Miles could tell that I'd been mildly turned on by his conversation and
giggled annoyingly as he squeezed my dick.


"Want me to invite him round?" he asked provocatively.


"Don't mind," I replied. "Might make a pleasant change."


"Piss off!" Miles said and dived under the bedclothes.


Chapter 3.


The Friday of his birthday party at our flat was also the last day of
college until the end of the summer. That meant of course that he was free
nearly everyday to do as he wished, which in turn meant that he would've
spent most of it with me if I'd allowed. Apart from the fact that I
would've got next to no work done if he was around, I thought it important
that he spent time with his friends and so reluctantly banned him from the
flat for most of the working day.


As it turned out, I was summoned to my office on Monday morning as the boss
had something to ask me. Apparently he'd been asked by one of our clients
if we would do a series of special articles for their in-house
magazine. What they wanted were a set of 'A Day In The Life Of ...' pieces,
and as they were a major transport company it included people such as truck
drivers, office staff, night workers and so on. Not too interesting as far
as I was concerned, but it made a change and it would mean a few nights
away from home with all expenses paid. Luckily there was no great urgency
with the articles as the itinerary had to be planned first in order that
the right people would be available at the right times. Most of the staff
worked fairly locally and I could work from home: the main distribution hub
of their operations however was some distance away and I would need to
spend a couple of nights in a hotel to cover the work of overnight
warehouse workers and lorry drivers.


I was working on the plans for this project when Miles arrived. It was
later than I thought as I looked at the clock and my stomach confirmed that
it was time we ate. Miles busied himself in the kitchen as I tidied up my
desk and by the time I'd finished, he'd prepared some sandwiches and tea
for us and turned the TV on.


Ignoring it for the most part, Miles and I chatted about our day. Miles had
spent sometime at Mikes in the morning (and no, we didn't do anything, he
informed me!) and with Raj in the afternoon.


"What did you do at Raj's?" I asked curiously but as innocently as I could.


Miles looked at me with a slight grin on his face: he'd seen through my
non-too subtle probe.


"Not much. Played chess mostly. And talked."


I wasn't going to be drawn again and so stayed silent, pretending to watch
the television. Miles, who was sat on the easy chair in front of me waited
for some sort of comment from me, but when he saw none was coming, he
kicked my shin playfully and gave me a leer.


"Come on, you wanna know what about, don't you."


"No, not really," I lied.


"Oh, yes you do 'cause it was about you. Well, you and me I suppose."


"Oh, yes? Giving away all our little secrets were you?" I said lightly,
knowing full well that he wouldn't do that any more than fly to the moon.


"No, course not. He just wanted to know where and when we met, how long we
been together and that sort of stuff. He isn't interested in what we
do. Well, he might be I suppose," Miles said thoughtfully. "But he has the
politeness not to ask. We talked a bit about if he's gay or not as well."


"Come to any conclusions?"


"No, not really. I did learn one thing though: that no one in his family
would mind very much if he did a bit of messing around with other
boys. Seems that boys doing stuff together is quite normal where he comes
from and no one thinks it's any big deal."


"So he'd mess about with you even if he didn't think he was gay?" I asked,
intrigued.


"Yeah, I think so. A bit like Mike in some ways I guess. He does it just
because he needs to, but we never got as far as that though."


"Why not? I'm surprised you didn't."


Miles had the grace to blush slightly and pulled a face at me.


"We would've done if his 'rents hadn't been around. Not minding him doing
stuff is one thing, but doing it with them in the house might be just a bit
too much! In any case, I didn't think you would like it."


"I already said I don't mind," I told him.


I did of course, but that was only jealousy. I knew at the bottom of my
heart that Miles needed friends of his own age around him, and being the
sensual boy he was, that would almost certainly involve some sex fun. I
also knew that Miles wouldn't ever do anything to hurt me deliberately, or
jeopardise our relationship.


Miles looked at me seriously as if judging whether I meant what I said or
not. Deciding that I was telling the truth, he nodded ever so slightly and
mouthed a 'thanks'.


"Hey," he said. "Do you think it'd be OK to invite him round this evening?"


I raise my eyebrows in surprise and looked at him.


"Not for that, silly!" he laughed. "Just so you can sort of meet him
properly. His parents won't allow him to have any friends in their house
until they've met them and approve. They're funny like that. So I think
it's only fair that he meets you officially."


"OK, that'd be nice," I agreed. "Want to get some food in or something?"


"No, it's not a party or anything, he wouldn't expect that."


It was only a matter of minutes before a telephone call was made, and a
very happy Raj said he would be round at about eight o'clock.


Much to my surprise, Miles was over the moon, demonstrating his happiness
by fidgeting in his chair and babbling away almost
nonsensically. Eventually he jumped into my lap, threw his arms round my
neck and gave me a kiss. This of course led to another one, followed by his
unfastening my shirt and the removal of his own.


"What about Raj?" I asked as he sat back on my knees. I knew what would
come next if we didn't slow down.


"Only our shirts," he giggled. "I just wanna get close to you."


We held on to each other for a while, supremely comfortable with ourselves
and enjoying the peace and tranquillity as we often did. Didn't stop us
getting erections though – after all that was the usual consequence. For
once we managed to restrain ourselves and satisfied each other with a
gentle resting of hands on our dicks: me cradling Miles' cock through his
shorts and he fingering mine over my jeans. I looked down at Miles as he
curled up in my lap and thought for the millionth time how lucky I was. It
also struck me how very much at home he looked – perfectly at ease with
our semi-nakedness and excitedly awaiting the arrival of a friend. Just
like any boy in any of a thousand houses, except this was to all intents
and purposes Miles temporary home and we were awaiting the arrival of his
first guest.


When the front doorbell chimed, we both jumped at the sudden intrusion into
our tranquillity. We'd lost all track of time and were dozing off and on as
we waited. Miles almost fell off my knees in his haste to answer the door,
quickly recovered himself and let Raj in.


Raj smiled at Miles, gave him a quick 'hi!' and came across to shake my
hand.


"Hello, Mr Wilson," he grinned.


"Hello, Raj. And it's Alec, please."


"Thank you, Alec," he said with a slight bow.


Miles was trying to be the perfect host, showing his friend to a seat and
asking if he wanted a drink of anything. Unfortunately he failed miserably,
his natural exuberance and excitement putting paid to any intentions he had
of being the little adult.


"Oh, bollocks!" he grinned, and gave Raj a big hug. "Sit where you
like. Wanna coke?"


This put Raj at ease and he collapsed into the chair recently vacated by
Miles. Miles curled up on the sofa alongside me and started to chat. As
they talked, I took the opportunity to look at Raj more closely than I'd
been able to the other night and was delighted to have my original thoughts
confirmed – he was indeed a good-looking boy. And one with hidden depths
I guessed. And a package to be proud of.


I divided my attention between their conversation and the TV, letting them
talk between themselves for the most part, but joining in when
appropriate. I was watching Raj's eyes darting between Miles and me when it
suddenly occurred to me that we were shirtless, and Miles was only wearing
the briefest of shorts. That must've been a little disconcerting for Raj to
say the least. I gave Miles the gentlest of nudges and looked from his body
to mine as meaningfully as I could.


"Oh, shit!" Miles said cheerfully. "Sorry Raj. This's how Alec and me dress
all the time. Why don't you take your shirt off?"


There was a slight hesitation from Raj as he looked at me, as if seeking
approval.


"Go, on, we don't mind. Take it off if you like."


To my horror, it sounded like I was asking him to strip completely: there
was an edge to my voice which must've left him in no doubt that there was
nothing I wanted him to do more. Whether Miles picked this up or not, I
haven't a clue; I didn't dare look at him.


"Thanks!" he said softly. "It is a little warm in here, isn't it?"


Warm? It was scorching I thought to myself, and about to get even hotter as
Raj revealed his torso.  Not only that, but he was wearing the thinnest of
trousers, and, if I'm not mistaken, either no underwear or very loose ones.


"Come on," Miles said, suddenly stirred in action. "Let me show you round
my flat."


Was the 'my' for Raj's benefit, or mine I thought.


Whilst they were doing the tour, I took the opportunity to raid the kitchen
and bring out a few snacks and more drinks. I also tried to hide my half
hard-on at the same time.


Whatever went on between them as they wandered around seemed to work as
when they came back, Raj was much chattier and far more relaxed than he had
been before and even had an arm round Miles shoulder.


"When I was little," he started to say, "I lived by the sea in India and we
never wore clothes at all unless we had to. I spent all the time with my
friends on the beach swimming and things. It was good."


"What? Nothing at all?" Miles said, wide-mouthed.


"No!" Raj laughed.


"But what about the grown-ups? Didn't they wear anything?"


"Not unless they wanted to. Some did and some didn't, no one cared."


"Wow!" gasped Miles. "I would've had a permanent hard on!"


Raj laughed again, and said, "So what? Everyone got them sometime or
other. Doesn't matter."


"Do you do it at home?" Miles went on.


"No. Not much anyway. It's too cold in this country for one thing. We
sometimes go from one room to another without anything on, but that's about
all."


"What about, you know, boys doing stuff together? If I was living there I'd
be hard all the time and, well, you know, I'd want to do something about
it!"


"So?  It isn't a big deal, not like it is in this country."


"Jesus!" Miles said, truly shocked.


I listened, fascinated, as they talked on, Raj trying to explain their
philosophy and Miles struggling to understand it.


"So," said Miles, "When you and me were in the showers and we both got
hard-ons, you weren't embarrassed or anything?"


"Well, just a bit. I was embarrassed for you because you got hard as well."


"What, like now you mean?" Miles said.


A quick glance round the room confirmed that all three of us were in the
same state, and surprisingly, none of us were all that bothered.


"I'm not embarrassed at all," Raj said, looking at us. "After all, we've
been talking about it, and it's bound to happen."


Miles swallowed and said, "And you wouldn't be embarrassed to take all your
clothes off now?"


"Not if we all did, no." Raj said. "Would you be?"


"Yeah, just a bit at first I suppose. But then I'd get used to it I
suppose."


"And you Alec?" Raj asked.


"It wouldn't worry me too much. I've seen enough naked men in my life for
it not to be a problem. Not sure about the erections though. I've not seen
too many of those. I think we're a lot more conservative than you."


"But you'd do it, though?" Miles said almost desperately.


"If you want," I agreed, trying to sound as reluctant as possible and
probably failing.


"Come on, then!" Miles said as he stood up and pushed his thumbs inside his
shorts. "After three."


How the hell have I got myself in this situation I thought to myself as I
stood up. I could've stopped it at any time, yet hadn't. The reason of
course was perfectly obvious – I wanted to see a naked Raj just as much
as Miles did, and unless I'm badly mistaken, Raj wanted to see a naked me
as well as Miles. Didn't make it right though. Then again, what's the harm?
Just three people getting undressed in front of each other. Happened a
million times every day didn't it?


"Three!" Miles almost shouted, and three sets of clothes hit the floor
simultaneously.


I couldn't help but stare open-mouthed at Raj. His build was typically
Indian: slightly tall for his age, slender, almost thin body and a flawless
mid-brown skin. His black eyes matched his hair, which I noticed hadn't yet
extended to his armpits, but was evident in his groin area. It looked a
little more luxurious than Miles but somehow softer and finer.


Growing from the middle of this bush was a long, thin dick, standing almost
vertical. It must've been an inch or so longer than Miles six inches, but
its slenderness made it look longer. 'Just the right shape and size for a
good fuck,' I thought incongruously. He was one awesome sight.


There was a deafening silence as we looked at one another, all traces of
smiles gone now as we stared.


Miles broke first as with a nervous giggle he sat down, not taking his eyes
away from Raj for an instant. "Fuckin' awesome!" he mouthed.


"You both look fine," Raj said quietly as he too sat down, tucking a leg
under himself. Leaving his dick and balls well exposed. "Very fine!"


With an immense effort, we resumed our conversation although I must admit
that it was a bit stilted at first. Once we'd relaxed though, it was OK and
there were no real reactions when an occasional hand was seen to be gently
caressing the erections between our legs. Strangely, once we'd got
accustomed to the situation, I don't think one of us had any thoughts of
taking things further than they'd already gone – at least not yet
although I'm sure Miles would have no hesitation in doing just that the
next time they were alone, and I couldn't blame him.


Time, like the eve-rolling stream it is, soon passed and it was with some
sadness that Raj had to leave, gladly taking up my offer of a lift
home. When we got out of our chairs to dress, Raj took me by surprise a
little by stepping over to me and giving me a friendly hug, taking care to
lean back slightly so as to avoid our groins touching. Our dicks had
softened somewhat by now, but the contact our chests made as we embraced
brought them back to full hardness instantly and I was pleased the hug
lasted no longer than it did. When he hugged Miles, there was no such
reluctance on either of their parts and their hips pressed together
unashamedly, leaving Miles speechless and blushing brightly.



* * *

"So," I said to Miles when we were back in the flat. "What do think of Raj
now?"


"Ain't got no inhibitions, has he?" he laughed.


"Not many," I agreed. "But then he's got nothing to be inhibited about!" I
sniggered. "He's a good looking lad."


"Perv!" he giggled, settling himself on my lap. "Fancy him?"


"No more than you do."


"Yeah, well. I found him, so he's all mine," Miles said happily. "You can
wait your turn."


The events of the evening, with its super-charged atmosphere had its effect
on both of us, and when we eventually settled in bed, Miles attacked me
with a fervour I hadn't seen in a long time, and one which I returned with
interest. Our love-making that night was passionate and enthusiastic,
capturing something of the excitement of the first times we made love what
seemed a life-time ago.


As we relaxed in the early hours of the morning with Miles laying
comfortably in my arms, he turned to look at me and ran his fingers through
my hair.


"You'll never leave me?" he whispered plaintively. " I don't know what I'd
do ..."


Brushing two escaped tears away with my fingers, I hugged him tightly and
told him that I loved him deeply and no, I wouldn't ever leave him. And it
was true – for the first time I realised that I really and truly loved
Miles with a passion that was frightening and I couldn't see us separating
ever, despite the problems that it would inevitably bring.


Chapter 4


It wasn't long after this that I relaxed the rule about Miles not coming to
the flat when I was working, mainly because either Mike or Raj were there
most days which kept him out of my hair. In any case, they disappeared most
of the time, either to the swimming pool, library or simply out wandering
around town. Raj dropped around most evenings too and although we usually
went shirtless, there was never a repeat of that first night. It was
obvious though that Miles and he had managed to satisfy their desires along
the line somewhere, that much was obvious from the frequent touches and
hugs they gave each other. I didn't ask though, and Miles never
volunteered.


The biggest downside to life was that Miles could only spend Friday,
Saturday and sometimes Sunday nights at my place, which we both found
incredibly frustrating. Miles hadn't given up on the idea of his moving in
completely though. The little scheme he'd planned using Mike hadn't come to
anything – not yet anyway, but if I knew Miles he was already planning
something else. He was nothing if not determined when he wanted something.


My work was going well and although I was kept busy, it wasn't frantic and
I could work at more or less my own pace. I'd finished off most of the
pieces on 'A Day in the Life Of..' and I only had two more to
do. Unfortunately they were the ones which meant two nights away from home,
observing the night-workers and truck drivers at the distribution depot in
the Midlands. When I told Miles that I would have to be away for a few
days, it didn't take him long to make his mind up that he was going to come
with me. I didn't object of course: it would be company for me and a change
for him. The problem of course was his parents. At least I thought they
would be, but Miles soon sorted that out and it was a very happy young man
to told me that 'it had been fixed'. When I asked how he'd managed it, he
simply said that he'd slouched around the house for a few days being as
obnoxious as he could be until his mother had asked what his problem was.


"I told her that you'd asked me to come with you, but that I'd had to say
'no' because I knew she wouldn't let me. She didn't say anything at first,
but another couple of days grumpiness soon changed that and she told me
today that I can come!"


"Well done!" I grinned. "But I can't say I totally approve of your
technique! And I wish you hadn 't told her I'd invited you."


"Well, it worked, didn't it? In any case, she didn't believe that you'd
asked me anyway.  She knows me too well," he laughed. "But we aren't quite
in the clear yet. She's gonna have to talk to you, ain't she?"


Oh shit! That was another conversation I wasn't looking forward to. Sheila
and I were on a fragile enough friendship as it was, without having to
explain why I was whisking her son off to god-knows where for three days.


True to form, she turned up the following morning before
breakfast. Thankfully, Miles had spent the night at home and I was spared
the surreptitious inspection of the flat. I explained that the whole thing
was Miles' idea rather than mine, after all I was working and Miles would
be spending a lot of time by himself. "But you know Miles," I said. "Once
he's got an idea in his head ..."


"Yes, I know all too well," she agreed and laughed lightly. "He becomes
impossible. I don't know how you put up with him some of the time."


I chose not to open that particular can of worms and went on to explain
what sort of work I would be doing.


"Well, I've already said he can go and no doubt he'll find something to do
to occupy himself," she said pointedly. "And I'm sure you'll manage enjoy
yourselves."


Once again I'd been put in my place and although nothing overt was said
about precisely how we'd enjoy ourselves, it was clear that she had a
pretty good idea. Still, it appeared that I'd passed the inquisition and
the trip had received sanction, if not actual approval.


The plan was that we would leave sometime on Wednesday, check in a
pre-booked motel and spend the afternoon checking the place out. Wednesday
night I would spend at the warehouse, Thursday sleeping and working,
Thursday night out on the road with a lorry driver, and return home
Friday. That, I hoped would give Miles and I time to enjoy ourselves as
well as letting me do the work I had to do.


For once all went well. We left home mid-morning and arrived at the motel
early afternoon. I'd tried to find a place that was fairly close to where I
was working but at the same time was near enough to places where Miles
could amuse himself. The motel had a swimming pool and there were a couple
of cinemas handy if he got bored as well as an out-of-town shopping centre.


We hit the pool first and it was magnificent. Not all that big, but it was
warm and friendly. There were a few others there of course but Miles and I
ignored them as far as possible and splashed around by ourselves. Once we
were back in our twin-bedded room, we stripped off, had a shower and lay on
the beds, luxuriating in the experience. It wasn't long though before Miles
squashed in alongside me and spooned up close.


"What you gonna do tonight?" I asked casually.


"Dunno. Might go to the cinema, but I've brought a couple of books to read
for college. What time you going to be back?"


"The night-shift finishes at six, so I should be back about seven."


"Give me a shout when you get back," Miles said, "And we'll have breakfast
together."


"Good idea. But now I'm going to try and sleep for a bit, I've got to try
and stay awake all night remember!"


"Want some help to get to sleep?" Miles giggled as he grabbed hold of my
dick.


"Yeah, but not that!" I said, pushing his hand away. "Give me a kiss
instead."


We cuddled up even closer and embraced tenderly for a while until we both
dozed off.


Waking up at tea-time and having a quick meal before dashing off to work
isn't my idea of fun. I'm not a night-person; well, not the sort of person
that likes working at night anyway and to be frank I found most of the
night-workers in the warehouse were the same. Most had perfected the art of
doing their work without ever actually having to attain full consciousness
except when they skived off for a sneaky cigarette or cup of tea. The lorry
driver was more entertaining. He was another ex-teacher in fact but had
given up because of the stress. In any case, he admitted, he was a crap
teacher. 'I can't stand kids!' he laughed. He liked the solitary night work
though and was good at his job, but the loneliness would get to me before
long if it were me. Still, I'd got the material I needed and so we were
ready for home mid-morning on Friday.


"Can we stop somewhere?" Miles said about ten minutes into the journey.


"Food? Toilet?" I asked, only half paying to him.


"Neither, actually!" he giggled, rubbing his hand in his groin. "I've never
done it in the open air."


"Randy bugger!" I grinned. "Good idea though."


Eventually we found a little used farm track off a country lane and I
backed into it, away from the road. We sat on the grass at the back of the
car and leaned against it, enjoying the warm sunshine. I closed my eyes and
relaxed. It wasn't long before I felt my zip being pulled down. Opening my
eyes slightly, I rested a hand on Miles head and pushed it down.  That was
all the incentive he needed. Once he'd worked my dick out, he sucked it in
his mouth and got his tongue to work. I suppose I should've returned the
pleasure, but by the time he'd got started, I let it go and enjoyed his
attention, satisfying myself with stroking his hair.  I felt him pull off
for some reason and when I opened my eyes, it was only to see him working
his shorts down to his knees, exposing his dick and balls to the gentle
breeze. I could only just reach his cock from where I was sat, but Miles
pushed my hand away, simply saying "Later."


It really was a wonderful experience. The cool air and Miles' machinations
soon had me going and my balls began to churn.


"Cumming," I whispered.


"Mmmmm," Miles answered.


He didn't miss a drop as I fired out everything I had, thrusting myself
down his throat, causing him to cough slightly.


He pulled off once he'd drained me, wiped his mouth with the back of his
hand and grinned.


"Better?" he asked.


"Oh, yeah," I sighed. "Now it's my turn."


"Wait," he smiled. "I wanna try something."


Hitching himself back a little, I watched as he leaned forward as far as he
could and tried to get his cock in his mouth. To my surprise, he was there,
all but about an inch. Gently I put a hand between his shoulder blades and
pushed. He just about made it, the first inch disappearing between his
lips, but he couldn't keep it in though and with a sigh, he straightened
up.


"Bollocks! I thought I could do it."


"What made you try that? I giggled.


"Raj. If he can do it, so can I!"


"Raj's got a longer dick than you," I laughed.


"Yeah. Well," he sniggered. "If he can do it, then so can I!"


I leaned over and was going to give him a BJ in return when once again he
stopped me.


"Jack me off," he whispered. "And kiss me."


This I knew he liked enormously, as did I.


Laying him down on his back, I pecked at his lips, gradually increasing the
pressure until we were tongue-wrestling madly.  At the same time I had his
dick in my hand, jerking him off slowly but firmly, feeling his cock throb
as we kissed passionately.  As he got nearer to his orgasm, he kissed more
determinedly, my throat absorbing his moans and groans.


"Mmmmmmm," he stammered suddenly as I felt my hand being covered in
something warm, wet and slimy.


We held our kiss until I felt him relax and his dick soften.


"That was good!" he sighed. "Tickles though."


"Tickles?" I said.


"The wind blowing in my pubes. Tickles, and bloody cold now as well!"


We stayed a few more minutes, taking in the scenery before deciding we
aught to make a move.


About half-way back another break was called for, so we decided to splash
out and have a good meal at a country pub. The weather was so nice that we
ate a splendid lunch in the garden, watching and feeding the ducks as we
ate. It was idyllic and by far the best part of the break. When it came to
paying the bill, to my surprise Miles took an envelope out of his pocket
and withdrew a pile of notes, saying that he'd pay for the meal.


"Where'd you get that that?" I asked.


"You don't want to know," he said sullenly, his good mood vanishing.


Once again, I offered to pay, but a single look from Miles told me to back
off. He settled the bill as quickly as he could, stuffed the change back in
his pocket and walked to the car. It was only when we were on the road
again that Miles filled me in. Apparently he'd found the envelope in his
jeans pocket on the first day, together with a note from his mother saying
that the money was to get him home 'if things went wrong'.


My initial reaction was shock, closely followed by anger. Then after a
moments consideration, grudging admiration. His mother had no doubts
whatsoever about what Miles and I would get up to and had taken the only
step she could to help her son get away if that was what he wanted.


I pulled off the road and looked at Miles, who had the remains of the cash
in his hands.


"So? What do you think?" I asked carefully.


"She still doesn't understand, does she?" he said quietly.


"I think she does," I replied. "That's why she gave you the money. She lets
you sleep over at my place, lets you come away with me and even brings your
clean clothes back to the flat. I think that the cash is her way of
accepting the situation for what it is, and at the same time telling you
that you that she loves you, no matter what."


"Hadn't thought of it like that," admitted Miles. "Perhaps you're right."


"I don't know whether I'm right or wrong," I said. "But that's the way I
see it. I'd probably do the same thing."


"Oh shit!" Miles said vehemently. "I don't know what to think!"


"Welcome to the big world, Miles," I whispered. "Sometimes there aren't any
answers."


I held his face in my hands, and ignoring any passers-by, kissed him
gently. "In any case, nothing much happened, we had a good time and we're
still together, so no problem!"

Miles remained thoughtful for the rest of the journey home, thankfully
though he was much more cheerful by the time we got there. Whatever his
thoughts were, he didn't share them with me but I was certain that somehow
he'd resolve them.


As we unpacked the suitcase we'd used and Miles sorted the stuff out, it
dawned on me that he was actually staying here for another two nights –
a fact I'd completely forgotten about.


"Got any plans for tonight?" I asked.


"Naah," Miles said. "I feel knackered anyway. Think I'll go lay down for an
hour. Might ask Raj and Mike if they wanna come round later if that's OK."


"Fine," I agreed.


Miles took himself off to his own bedroom and closed the door. My guess is
that he wanted time alone to think, which was OK by me.


He surfaced at about seven o'clock, stumbled to the bathroom and took a
shower to wake himself up. Ten minutes later he re-appeared, dressed in
only a bathrobe and perched himself on my lap.  Sliding a hand under my
shirt, he leaned in and kissed me deeply.


"You stink!" he said, breaking the kiss and punching me on the chest.


"Sorry!" I grinned. "But I've been working, remember?"


"Oh, yeah. But it's a stink I like anyway."


"Piss off!" I laughed and gave his nipple a tweak to emphasise the point.


"The gang's coming round about eight," Miles said dreamily, his head
resting on my shoulder.  "Watch TV or something. Got any nibbles or
anything?"


"Not really. Want us to go and get some?"


"I'll do it," he said, jumping off my lap. "You go get a shower!"


"There's some money in the desk draw," I yelled as I headed bathroom-wards.


"Mum's paying!" he laughed back happily.


Gemma. That's the girl's name I learned as the gang arrived. Must try and
remember. Why is it that I can always remember boy's names, but never girls
I mulled as we settled down. I knew the answer of course, but didn't
care. As they chatted idly among themselves, I looked at each of Miles
friends in turn and realised that they were a nice bunch of people –
much better than the average kid I knew from the old school. What struck me
mostly though was that they were perfectly aware of the situation between
Miles and I, and were accepting of it. No, more than that, I don't think
they even thought about it very much now. It just 'was'.


I decided that my presence wasn't needed that night and so I told Miles
that I was going down the pub for a couple of hours.


"OK, see ya!" he smiled back at me as if it was the most natural thing in
the world.


"Back at about half-past ten," I said.


"OK."


He was far more interested in the tale that Raj was telling than in my
doings, but I have no doubt that he appreciated being left alone in the
flat with his friends. Oddly enough, I too was glad to escape teenage
company for a while and welcomed the opportunity of having a quiet pint or
two by myself.


When I returned, there were only Raj and Miles there, sat cross-legged on
the floor and playing chess. Shirtless.


"Mike and, err, what's-her-name, gone?" I asked, grabbing a tin of lager.


"Gemma," Raj said. "Yeah, 'about half an hour ago. She's got to be home by
eleven."


"But it's only,.." then realised why they'd gone early. "Oh, yeah!"


I watched them play for a while, but not being a very good player myself
soon lost interest and turned the TV on quietly. Ten minutes later, Miles
had lost the game and with a mild "Fuck it!" packed the things away and sat
himself between my legs, arms resting on my knees. For a while we talked
about the things Miles and me had done on our little break, the
conversation flowing easily and freely. All too soon, the time for Raj to
go home swung round and I asked if he wanted a lift.


"No, thanks very much," he said. "Dad's coming for me."


Raj's father was a big, jolly sort of man, not at all like his son, but the
fact that Raj pecked him on the cheek when they met, and they remained with
arms round their waists as we chatted, told me that they had a good
relationship going.


After inviting Miles and I yet again for a meal with them, they left,
leaving Miles and me watching as they drove away.


As if emulating his friend, Miles slipped an arm round my waist, gave me a
contented look and together we went back in the flat.


Closing the door behind us, I turned to lock it when I happened to look
into Miles' eyes. Look into his eyes. That struck me as odd and it took a
moment or two for it to dawn on me what it was: our eyes were at the same
level.


"Oh, shit!" I grinned at him.


"What?" he replied curiously.


"You're nearly the same height as me," I said, the surprise showing in my
voice.


"So? I've grown a lot the past few months."


"Yeah, but, I dunno, I somehow thought you were still shoulder
height. Remember when we were at school, our eyes were more or less level
when I was sat down."


Miles smiled at the remembrance and sat down on the sofa, leaving space by
his side for me.


"A lot's happened since then," he said reflectively.


"Yeah. You happy with it all?"


"Yes, I think so," Miles said thoughtfully. " 'Specially being here with
you."


We were quiet for a few minutes as we thought about the past eighteen
months or so and how much things had changed. There had been a few problems
for us both: there were times when we hadn't spoken for a while after an
argument, there were times when we were so besotted with each other that
we'd spent nearly all night making love. I had once been a close friend of
his parents and now we we only just on speaking terms. For Miles, that
particular situation must be extraordinarily difficult. All boys grow away
from their parents in their teenage years, which is only right and
proper. Miles though had to face another problem and one which very few
others of his age could deal with. He must've been thinking along the same
lines as he manoeuvred himself into my side and took my hand.


"I'm going home in the morning," he said quietly, looking down at the
floor.


My heart almost stopped beating when I heard this and I took a sharp breath
as I wondered what the hell had happened.


"Why?" I whispered, fearing the worst.


"I'm gonna tell mum that I want to move out. I'm sick of living the way I
do, dodging between home and here. Not really having a home at all. When
I'm with mum and dad, I want to be here, and when I'm here, I know I've
gotta leave sometime and I hate it. And you just said that I'm big enough."


There was no point in trying to dissuade him; that much I knew. We'd talked
about his moving times without number and it had always been a 'when', not
'if', but at the back of my mind I'd never truly believed it would ever
happen, mainly because of his age, but also because nothing that good could
ever happen to me – I just wasn't that lucky.


I almost ruined things by saying something along the lines of 'big enough,
but not mature enough', but an instant's thought told me that he was at
least mature enough to know what he wanted, and in any case it wasn't a
spur of the moment sort of thing as we both knew.


"Be careful," I said. "Don't go saying anything you regret; if she says
'no', then leave it for the time being. Whatever you might think, you are
still her little boy, and always will be."


"Yeah, 'spose so."


He was obviously mulling things over as he sat with me silently. Gone was
the wonderful smile and delicious giggle; this was the serious Miles and he
was struggling over what must be the biggest decision of his young life. I
felt desperately sorry for him and nearly told him to forget the whole idea
for a while, but I also knew that some sort of decision would have to be
made soon for all our sakes.


"Oh, bollocks!" he said suddenly, making me jump. "Let's go to bed."

We both had a restless night and spent more time staring at the ceiling
than anything else. Occasionally Miles would cuddle up to me, sigh softly
and give me a hug. He didn't say anything though – he'd made his mind up
what he was going to do, the only thing worrying him now was what would
happen.


"So," I asked over breakfast. "What are your plans?"


"Think I'll go home after breakfast and get it over with. I'll ring you
later and tell you what happened – if I'm still alive!" he smiled wryly.


I pulled him across and sat him on my knee, clasping my arms round his
waist.


"Whatever happens, you know I love you," I said quietly. "All I can say is
that I hope it works out, for both of us. I think you're very brave."


"Brave or stupid. There's not much difference sometimes."


We kissed a couple of times before he slid off my knee and went to get
dressed. I poured a cup of coffee and stared into it, unseeing. Before I
knew it he was back in front of me dressed for home.


"I'll see you later," he said, trying to sound as cheerful as he
could. "Whatever happens, I'll be back later today."


I opened my mouth to say something, but he stopped me with a hug. "Don't
say anything or I'll lose it." he said.


"Want a lift?" I whispered.


He shook his head and left, closing the door quietly behind him.


For three hours I pace up and down, trying everything I could to take my
mind of things but there was no way. Every five minutes I picked up my
mobile phone and checked there was a signal and the battery was charged. I
even picked up the land line to make sure that was still working. In
desperation I even went for a drive, but after half an hour and ten miles,
I stopped, realising that I couldn't actually remember driving there. I
turned round and went back home, taking much more care this time.


It was mid-afternoon when I heard the bleep of my mobile. Picking it up, I
displayed the text message which simply said 'round in a few. Miles'.


Bollocks! Why the hell didn't he say anything else? A simple yes or no
would have been enough. But then if things had gone well, he would've said
so. Then again, if they'd gone badly he wouldn't tell me with a text
message. Oh fuck it, yet more bloody waiting.


When at last he did arrive, I opened the door to a grim-faced and
dejected-looking Miles. It was all too obvious that he'd been crying
too. Putting an arm round his shoulders, I led him to the sofa and sat him
down. He didn't say a word for a good five minutes: he just sat there with
his hands clasped in his lap and staring at his feet.


"I can move in when I like," he said so quietly that I had to ask him to
repeat it.


"Oh," was all I could think of to say before lapsing into a confused
silence again.


"How did it go?" I ventured to ask after a while.


"OK," he mumbled. "Eventually."


He reached into his back pocket and handed me a crumpled envelope addressed
to me, from his mother. I stared at it, terrified of opening it.


"For you," he said needlessly.


I ripped it open and read it.


In essence, it said that whilst not agreeing with, or approving of, what
Miles was doing she and he husband weren't going to stand in their son's
way. If he wanted to live with me, then against their better judgement they
would let him. The letter went on to say that they were convinced that I
had not influenced Miles in anyway, and that the whole thing had been his
idea. 'If either my husband or I had thought for a second that it was your
idea, then we would have moved Heaven and Earth to stop it,' she wrote. 'As
it is, we are letting him make his own mistakes and hopefully he will see
sense and come back to what is still his home. The only thing we ask is
that you tell Miles this, and make sure he understands.'  'In conclusion,'
she ended, ' Whilst I can't bring myself to wish you every happiness, I
know you will take good care of Miles and hope you will be comfortable
together'.


I passed the letter to Miles who read it, carefully re-folded it and passed
it back.


"I'm gonna lay down for a bit," he said, getting to his feet.


"Good idea," I told him. "Let me know when you want tea."


Half an hour later, I poked my head round the bedroom door to check on
him. He was laying on his back, hands under his head and staring at the
ceiling.


"OK?" I asked.


"Yeah, I guess. Never thought it'd be like this."


I walked over to the bed and sat on the edge, looking at him.


"Mum's known for ages that I wanted to move in. She'd quizzed Mike one day
and he told her, you know, after that party we had. She wasn't mad or
anything, just upset that this's what I wanted to do. I thought I'd be
really happy when she said 'yes', but I feel awful about it all. Like I've
let 'em down or something."


"You can always change your mind," I said softly.


"That's the worst bit. I don't want to."


I lay on the bed alongside him and took him in my arms, letting him spoon
into me.


"Why don 't you get undressed and get into bed," I said. "I'll bring you a
drink and something to eat."


"No, thanks," he murmured. "Let's just lay here for a bit, I feel
knackered. In any case, I'm going home tonight. Got a few things to pack."


I looked at him, puzzled.


"If I stay here tonight after what's happened today, she'll think you only
want me for one thing!" he laughed grimly. "In any case, I need to
pack. You can pick me up in the morning, though."


"No problem," I said. "Just tell me when."


"Alec?" he asked unxcertainly, "It will be alright, won't it? I mean you
and me. It all started as a bit of a joke with me pretending I was gonna
live here one day 'cause it sounded nice. And it sorta got out of hand
until one day I just knew that that was what I really wanted and so I made
it happen. You don't mind, do you?"


" 'Course not. I think we care for each other a great deal. Neither of us
would have let things get this far if we weren't sure about it. Remember
that time we couldn't see each other for a while? I knew then that we were
fated to live together and that it was only a matter of time.


"I love you," Miles whispered.


"I love you too," I replied.


We stared into each others eyes for a few seconds before we embraced
tightly and held on until Miles dropped off into a doze.


We pulled up outside their house at about half past seven, with Miles in a
much better frame of mind. "I'll see you about eleven in the morning," he
grinned. "Bags packed and rarin' to go!"


"I'll be there, promise!"


He leaned in to give me a kiss I thought, but at the last second changed
his mind and whispered, "Can't kiss you now, windows have eyes!"


I glanced round and saw Sheila standing at the living room window watching
us.


"See you tomorrow," I grinned.


* * *


Collecting Miles and baggage wasn't the easiest thing I've ever done. To be
honest, I felt acutely embarrassed as I picked him up, his mother whilst
not actually being unfriendly, did nothing to help. Miles was doing his
very best not to show how excited he was, the somewhat dour mood of the
previous day having disappeared. As we got in the car, I was pointedly
ignored as she hugged her son, and said loud enough for me to hear, "I'll
see you next Sunday." With that she turned away and went back in the house.


"OK?" I said as I turned round.


"Yeah," he sniggered as he slid across the seat and dropped an arm on my
shoulder. "I'm glad that bits over. I was dreading it."


"You and me both," I sighed.


"I promised one thing though, hope you don't mind." he said.


"What's that?"


"I promised to spend Sundays with them. Have lunch and all that
stuff. Perhaps stay the night once in a while."


"Good idea," I agreed.


"Oh, it was her idea really," Miles said. "But I don't think she was too
impressed when I said that I would have to ask you first!"


"Wha ...!" I almost shouted.


Miles broke into fits of laughter and kissed me on the cheek. "Not
really. It was my idea, sorta keep the peace and stuff."


"Bastard!" I mouthed at him.


"Dickhead!" he sniggered back.


* * *

Once inside the flat, Miles and I embraced properly and gave each other a
deep kiss.


"Happy?" I said.


"Brilliant," he giggled, stripping off his shirt at the same time.


I sighed inwardly as he removed mine, pushed me down on the sofa and
stretched out on top of me.


"Not again!" I groaned melodramatically as his lips approached mine.


"Piss off!" he smiled as he kissed me deeply.


We rolled around for a few minutes enjoying ourselves when suddenly Miles
knelt up and stared at me, excitement gleaming in his eyes.


"Gonna unpack!" he said breathlessly.


With that he leapt up and disappeared into our bedroom, dragging his
suitcase behind him. Five minutes later I heard him call out and wondering
what it was he wanted, I went to find out.


From the door, the first thing I noticed was that 'unpacking' simply meant
unfastening the suitcase and emptying it on the floor. The second thing was
a naked Miles, stretched out on the bed, legs apart and a huge erection
being played with.


"Got bored," he giggled.


What could I say? Dropping my trousers to the floor, I joined him on the
bed and pushed his hand away from his groin, replacing it with my own.


"Ohh, Jesus!" he sighed as I squeezed it.


An excited and aroused Miles is a force to be reckoned with. With all the
strength he could muster, he rolled over to face me, wrapped his arms round
my neck and thrust his tongue into my mouth. Then he played around with my
balls before deciding he wanted a '69'. This lasted for all of five minutes
before we went back to kissing again, with him wriggling and writhing on
top of me. Then ... , well you get the idea.


Eventually even he ran out of steam and lay back, grinning broadly and
staring at me with love pouring from his eyes.


"Got any KY?" he said seriously, taking hold of my hand and squeezing it
gently.


"Behind you," I said, nodding in the direction of the bedside cabinet.


"Hope you got a good supply of this stuff," he giggled as he smeared it
over my dick.


I was left in no doubt as to what he wanted me to do as he raised his legs
and aimed his butt in my direction. Kneeling between his thighs, I rested
my dick against the waiting hole and eased forward slightly. Instantly it
opened up and I slipped in with next to no effort.


"Go," he moaned. "All the way!"


Amazing. There was no hesitation, no grimace of pain, no reluctance – I
was in and buried to the hilt in one move.


"Oh, shit!" he cried out. "That's so good!"


Very slowly I eased back as far as I could before going down again, just as
slowly as I could manage. And again.


"Don't stop. Make it last for ever! Yes! Yes! Yes!" he groaned, thrashing
his head from side to side in ecstasy.


Just as before, his body froze and arched upwards as he orgasmed and spread
his non inconsiderable load onto his chest. Miles didn't seem to notice
though as he gripped my hands tightly and urged me on.


"Change!" he yelled just before I shot my load. "Quick."


With hardly a pause, he had me on my back and was lowering himself
downwards, my cock sliding it effortlessly and hungrily.


Now Miles was in complete charge. His eyes were closed tightly, his bottom
lip gripped firmly between his teeth and he was bouncing up and down as if
his very life depended on it. Somewhere along the line, I must've cum but I
don't actually remember it: certainly I never felt it and my dick never
softened. The only reason I knew was because my balls ached painfully, but
Miles wasn't to know that and it wasn't until he'd had at least his third
orgasm that he allowed me to roll off and collapse alongside him, only just
breathing.


I looked at him in amazement: this was a new Miles, one I'd never met
before. He was beaded in sweat, his eyes glazed and lips trembling. And he
was grinning from ear to ear.


"That. Was. Something. Else." he said, each word punctuated by a deep
breath.


"You OK?" I asked, slightly concerned. I'd heard of people having heart
attacks during sex and I was seriously concerned for him.


He nodded in reply and gripped my hand.


"Don't know what happened then!" he whispered a while later. "I sorta lost
it."


"You had me worried," I told him.


He giggled again and looked at me as if I was stupid or something. "Don't
panic. It was fantastic. We gotta do it again."


I wasn't at all sure about that, but as Miles seemed to be OK, I kissed him
and curled up alongside him to rest.


An hour later we'd cleaned ourselves up and were watching TV with a snack
on our laps. Miles kept glancing at me sideways once in a while, obviously
happy.


"Don't wanna do that too often," he suddenly sniggered.


"What?" I said, momentarily confused.


He wriggled his eyebrows at me and dropped his eyes to his crotch.


"Oh, I see."


"It was OK, but a bit scary, wasn't it?"


"Yes," I agreed. "Very."


"Does it get better with practice?" he asked lewdly.


"No idea, thank goodness." I told him.


"Good. Then we must do it again." Then, after a pause, he added, "But not
for at least a month. It was almost too much."


In fact, we rarely fucked each other after that. For the most part we were
more than satisfied sharing the same bed and just sort of messing about
when we felt like it. Most of the time we were happy enough just sitting
together semi-naked on the sofa, or just holding one another in bed. Our
lives dropped into a steady routine of caring for each other and making
love when we felt like it. Miles had his friends round as often as he liked
and we all got on well together. Mike got a steady girlfriend who was
obviously giving him what he wanted as Miles never had to help him out
again as far as I know. Raj became a steady visitor: even when Miles was
elsewhere he would drop round for a chat or something to eat, which we both
liked. Miles knew this of course, and I wasn't altogether surprised when he
told me one day that Raj fancied me. When I protested and told Miles that
there was no way would I do anything with him, all he did was grin at me
and tell me that he wouldn't mind, if that was what we wanted. 'We do stuff
sometimes, so why shouldn't you?" he grinned. "It's only fair." He meant it
too.


There was only one other thing that happened of any consequence that
summer, and that was a week before Miles started back at college.


I'd dropped some work off at my office when I bumped into his father who'd
been to see my boss, a friend of his. I was embarrassed at the unexpected
sight, but a firm handshake and an offer of a beer soon put me at my ease.


Once in the pub, we sat down and chatted easily, enjoying the drink. We'd
studiously avoided any discussion about Miles until we were well down our
second pint when John asked me how 'the boy' was.


"Oh, he's fine." I said truthfully. "A pain in the ass at times, but he's
OK."


"Good," he said, "I'm glad. For both of you."


This made me start and I looked at him questioningly.


"You might have wondered why I never got involved when all this business
about him moving in with you blew up," he said.


"No, I never ..." I started to say.


"Yes, you did," he laughed. "You're not stupid, and I know you well enough
..."


I looked at him again, nodding in agreement and waited for him to carry on.


"I'll tell you a secret," he said, lowering his voice and putting his glass
down on the table.


"And before you say anything, it's not the drink talking. It takes more
that two pints to get me pissed!" He gave me a grin I knew all too well,
and I sat back to listen.


"I've never told anyone this before, but I think you aught to know so's you
will understand Miles a bit better. But for God's sake don't tell him."


I nodded assent and wondered what the hell he was about to reveal.


"When I was eighteen, I was at college and shared a flat with a friend of
mine. We were the same age, and well, not to put too fine a point on it, we
shared a great deal more than the accommodation if you see what I mean. In
fact we intended to carry on living together after we'd left college, but
life was very different in those days and there was no way could we do
that. Not if we wanted to keep our jobs anyway. So we separated and never
saw each other again. I got married and we had Miles. I still think of him
sometimes and wonder what would have happened if..."


I took a deep swallow of my drink and looked at him with new understanding.


"So that is why I never interfered with whatever Miles had planned. He's
got a chance to do what I missed out on. He's a lot younger than I was of
course, but life is different now, and not so prejudiced. Whatever happens
between you in the future is in the lap of the gods. If you stay together,
all well and good, I'll be very pleased for you both. If it doesn't work
out, then at least you've tried it and had some good times together."


"Christ!" I said, dumbfounded. "I never knew!"


" Course not," he laughed. "But now you begin to understand how I feel? And
as for my wife, don't worry about her. She's always known that Miles is,
shall we say, different. She's having a hard time coming to terms with it,
but she's coming round. It helps that she admires you."


"Admires?" I said.


"Yes. You're honest and hard-working. She admires that. She also knows that
Miles can be a conniving little bugger at times and always gets what he
wants. Once he'd made his mind up, neither you nor she stood a chance."


"Bloody Hell!" I stammered.


John gave me that giggle and smile again as he picked the empty glasses up.


"One more pint each I think, we've both earned it. And we'll change the
topic."


It was with a much lighter heart that I made my way home. All of a sudden,
life was much better and I was feeling on top of the world. Tonight I would
do my best to show Miles how much he was loved.


The End.