Date: Sun, 3 Aug 2008 12:44:03 +0100
From: Gymnopedies <gym@softhome.net>
Subject: My Girlfriend's brother 6

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My Girlfriend's Brother - Chapter 6 (of 6)
by
Gymnopedies


"Liam? You awake?"

Jez's voice brought me out of my light doze. I'd been awake for a while,
but had been putting off getting up. "Erm, yeah. I guess so," I replied,
giving a yawn. I lifted myself up onto one elbow and sleepily scratched at
my head. Jez peered at me from around my bedroom door, just his head and
one bare shoulder visible. "You want me?" I asked.

"I was just wondering if it was OK for me to get a shower."

"Of course it is. You don't need to ask; just go ahead."

"I would have done," he said, "only there's no towel.

"Ah, yeah, sorry." I now remembered putting the dirty towels into the
washing machine the previous evening. I'd meant to replace them with clean
ones but it must have slipped my mind. "I'll get you one. Go get your
shower and I'll bring you one in."

Jez disappeared and I forced myself to get out of bed, stretching my
muscles. Then, barefooted and wearing just my shorts, I padded through to
the kitchen to get some clean towels from where they were stored in the
cupboard above the hot water tank.

As I entered the bathroom, I could hear the sound of the running shower. "I
got your towel, Jez," I called, feeling a strange momentary pang of
disappointment that the boy had pulled the shower curtain across and was
hidden behind it.

"OK, thanks Liam. I won't be long."

"No rush. It's here when you want it." I contemplated waiting here until
Jez pulled back the curtain, but quickly got control of myself. I put the
towel on the rail and went back to the kitchen, where I tried once more to
make sense of what I was feeling. I'd actually gone into that bathroom
hoping to catch a glimpse of Jez naked. What the hell was the matter with
me? My hand trembled as I poured myself a glass of water.

Jez followed me into the kitchen a couple of minutes later. He had a towel
wrapped around his waist and he held it in place by gripping the corners at
his side. His hair was wet and there were droplets of water on his
shoulders and chest. I gave him a smile, which he returned. For some
reason, his smile made my heart beat faster.

"How do you feeling this morning?" I asked him.

"OK, I guess. A bit sore." Jez touched lightly at the scabbed-over cut
above his eye.

"Here, let me look." I stepped up to him and put my hands one to each side
of his face as I peered closely at the swollen area on the side of his
forehead. The skin of his face felt so soft to my touch. "It doesn't look
too bad," I said. "Which one of them gave you that?"

I immediately felt him tense up at the question. This was obviously
something he didn't want to talk about, but at the same time it was
something we couldn't ignore.

"Mum did it," he said, a tremor in his voice. "I was on the floor and she
kicked me."

"She kicked you in the face?" I looked at him completely dumbfounded, my
mind refusing to accept that any mother could do that to one of her
children.

"At least she missed my mouth this time," said Jez, with an extremely
forced smile.

"Oh, Jez. Why didn't you tell someone what was happening? Why did you stay
there and let her keep doing it?"

He gave an unhappy shrug. "What would they have done if I'd told someone?
Either they would have given her a warning, which would have made her hate
me even more, or I would have been taken into care."

"Surely even that would have been better than having her treat you like
that."

"You think so? You ever been in care? I spent three months in a children's
home when I was twelve; it was awful. Besides, she didn't hit me all the
time. It was only sometimes. I tried to keep out of her way most of the
time, and I kept telling myself that maybe it wouldn't happen again." He
went quiet, then lifted his eyes to look up into mine. "What's going to
happen to me now?" he asked, on the verge of tears.

"Nothing," I told him firmly. "You're staying here with me; as long as you
want to, anyway. You're sixteen now, so as long as you're safe, I don't
think Social Services would be interested, unless your mother decides to
make a fuss. If she causes any trouble then we go to the police and tell
them what's been happening to you."

"I don't want the cops involved," Jez said, quickly. "I don't want
everybody knowing about it."

"Don't worry. We won't go to them unless we have to."

"You really mean it, I can stay here?" Jez looked at me hopefully.

"Yeah, I mean it. You're my number-one boy." That last part came out
without thinking, intended to cheer Jez up. It certainly did the job.

"Oh, Liam." Jez game me a one-armed hug, his other hand still engaged in
stopping his towel from falling to the floor. I hugged him in return, and
we stood for several long seconds with our bare chests pressed together, my
hands running lightly over the smooth, soft skin of his back. It felt
incredible.

"I think you ought to go get dressed, Jez," I said, eventually. "We've got
a busy day ahead. We need to go out and get you some clothes."

He looked at me, worriedly. "I haven't got any money. I haven't got
anything at all."

"It's not a problem," I smiled. "I'll get you everything you need."

"You can't keep spending money on me."

"Oh yes I can. Emma never worried about spending my money."

"I'm not Emma."

"I know you're not," I said, gently stroking his cheek. "Go get your
clothes on."

As Jez went to get dressed, I went into the bathroom to get my own
shower. My mind was still in turmoil and I was more confused than I'd ever
been before. I was feeling things for Jez that I had never felt for Emma;
things that I had never felt for anyone else at all. It wasn't so much
physical things, it was much more emotional. I wanted to take care of Jez,
to comfort him when he was upset, to be with him all the time. But it went
beyond that. There seemed to be an almost constant desire for physical
contact, like the way I had just stroked his cheek; it had been an impulse
gesture, but that sort of contact went way beyond simple friendship. It was
scary as hell. It wasn't just the fact that Jez was a guy, though that was
disturbing enough. There was also the small matter of me being an adult and
Jez still being a child; feelings of this sort weren't natural. I gave a
wry smile as it occurred to me that Jez was sixteen. Emma had only been
seventeen, just one year older, and I'd thought nothing of fucking her
brains out for half the night. It was a matter of perception: Emma had
always been experienced well beyond her years, and Jez had none of that
experience and seemed surrounded by an aura of innocence and
vulnerability. My breath caught as I realised the direction my thoughts had
taken. I had actually been contemplating some sort of sexual contact with
Jez. Guilt washed over me. This wasn't right. I immediately banished all
improper thoughts from my head and tried to concentrate on more practical
matters. I began making a mental list of what we would need to buy today
for Jez.



I had always enjoyed shopping. There is something therapeutic about
wandering around the stores buying nice clothes. However, I'd never enjoyed
it so much as I had today. Shopping with Jez took things to a whole new
level. The teen had at first been reluctant to spend money, apparently
satisfied with the cheapest items he could find, but I was having none of
that. In spite of being a bit on the thin side, Jez was a great-looking
kid; even more so now that Dino had sorted his hair out. I knew that with
the right clothes, he wouldn't just look great he would look stunning, and,
for some reason, this was really important to me. Jez had eventually given
in, not that he'd had any choice in the matter, and he'd even started to
enjoy the experience. We had already been back to the car with one load of
bags and were still going strong.

Our next port of call was the jewellers. This was something I hadn't been
looking forward to, but it had to be done. I had previously paid a deposit
on the diamond ear studs that were to have been Emma's eighteenth birthday
present, and I had been supposed to call into the shop yesterday to pay the
balance and collect the studs. That was before things had taken an
unexpected turn. I gave the store assistant a short explanation of the
situation and she was about to refund my deposit when, out of the corner of
my eye, I noticed Jez looking at a display case containing watches. I gave
the assistant a signal to hold off for a moment and went over to the boy.

"See anything you like?" I asked, casually.

"Yeah, loads," he grinned. He looked around. "You finished."

"Almost," I told him. "Which one do you like the best?"

"That one," he laughed, pointing to a nice looking watch. It had a
segmented stainless steel strap with gold coloured highlights, and a round
face, again highlighted with a gold colour. It was priced at £120, one of
the more expensive ones in that display case.

I waved to the assistant to come over. "Can we have a look at this one?" I
asked her.

"What are you doing?" Jez asked me, a look of worried disbelief on his
face.

I ignored him and accepted the watch from the assistant. Taking hold of
Jez's hand, I slipped the watch over it and closed it around his wrist. It
looked good. "You like it?" I asked the boy.

"Yeah, of course I like it. But..."

"It's a bit loose," I told the assistant. "Can you adjust it?"

"No problem," the assistant smiled. "We can take a couple of links out of
the strap. It'll just take a minute."

"Great. We'll take it. Use the deposit from the studs and I'll pay the
balance."

"OK, I'll just need to take it through to the back for a minute so that we
can take these links out for you." The assistant disappeared through a
doorway.

"What are you doing?" Jez hissed at me, his eyes flicking towards the door
of the store as though we were doing something wrong and he was checking
his escape route.

"I'm buying you a watch," I told him, with a grin.

"But you can't," he insisted. "It's too much money."

I gave a shrug. "You like it, so it doesn't matter how much it costs. Look,
if it makes you feel any better, think of it as a reward for all the money
you saved me by telling me about Emma."

"I don't want a reward. Not for that."

"Well think of it as a gift then."

"But..."

"Jez, I'm buying you the watch and that's the end of the matter."

Jez gave me a stubborn glare and he looked so sweet that I had to struggle
to stop myself from hugging him.

The assistant returned with the adjusted watch and I once more put it on
Jez's wrist to try it for size. It fit perfectly.

"He'll keep it on. Put the box in a bag for me," I told the girl, handing
her the balance of the money.

Jez continued to glare as we left the shop. However, as we walked along, I
noticed him admiring the watch on his wrist, a look of delight on his
face. He glanced up at me, catching me grinning at him.

"What's so funny?" he demanded.

"You are," I laughed. I briefly put my arm around his shoulders, giving him
a squeeze.

It was already well past lunch time and we hadn't eaten since breakfast, so
I suggested we get something to eat, and Jez readily agreed. We found a
small cafe and bought some sandwiches and some drinks.

As we ate, I noticed that Jez had gone very quiet.

"You OK?" I asked him.

He looked at me. "Were you really serious when you said I could stay with
you?"

"I told you I was. Jez, you've got nothing to worry about on that
score. You can stay with me for as long as you want; I like having you
around."

"But what happens when you get yourself another girlfriend? Suppose you
want her to move in? You won't want me there then; I'll be in the way."

I didn't know what to say. This was something I hadn't even
considered. Emma was hardly out of the door, and I was still smarting, so I
had given no thought at all to future relationships. Besides that, I was
having serious problems trying to sort out my feelings towards Jez. "Maybe
I won't get another girlfriend," I said, rather lamely.

"Yeah, right."

"Whatever happens, I'm not going to kick you out. I've got two bedrooms,
and if I do have a girl move in with me, she'll be sleeping with me, so
that will still leave one for you."

"I'll be in the way though."

"You won't. Jez, stop it." I was starting to get annoyed, though the
annoyance was more with myself than with Jez. He was right, I really hadn't
thought any of this through. I had been avoiding thinking about the longer
term, and I still didn't want to think about it. Everything seemed far too
mixed up and confused for me to look at anything beyond the immediate
future.

My tone had been harsher than I'd intended and Jez lapsed back into
silence. He sat staring at his plate, playing with his food. I wanted to
say sorry, but that seemed pretty pointless unless I could add some sort of
explanation, and at the moment I couldn't do that.

"Come on," I said getting to my feet. "I don't think either of us is that
hungry, and there are still some things that we need to get." I waited for
Jez to get up and then followed him out of the cafe.

As we stepped out into the street, Jez suddenly stopped dead, frozen in his
tracks, and I stumbled into him. As I stepped round him, I shot a puzzled
glance at his face and saw that it had completely drained of colour and
that he was staring across the street. I followed his gaze. Janice and Emma
were walking towards us. Janice had a bitter smile on her face.

I glanced back at Jez. His eyes were still fixed on his mother and sister
and he had started to tremble. He was terrified. I deliberately stepped in
front of him, facing him and blocking his view. I put my hands to each side
of his head and forced him to look directly into my eyes.

"Jez, listen to me. They can't hurt you. I won't let them hurt you. You're
safe. You don't have to speak to them. You don't even have to look at
them. Just ignore them. I'll take care of it."

Jez gave a small nod and swallowed nervously. I gave him a smile that I
didn't feel and tenderly stroked his cheek, noting absently that this was
the second time today that I had made that intimate gesture. Then I turned
to face Janice and Emma.

"Well look who it is," Janice sneered.

"You want something, Janice?"

"Not from you," the woman replied. "Though I can't help wondering why
you're taking such an interest in a young boy. I'm sure a lot of people
would wonder the same thing."

"Let them wonder," I replied. "If they ask, I'll tell them. And I'll also
tell them that his mother is an evil bitch who used him as a punch
bag. Maybe the police would be interested in seeing the bruises he's got
all over him. You make any trouble, Janice, and I swear you'll come off
much worse than I will."

"Don't threaten me," she said. "It would be his word against mine."

"You want to try it and see who they would believe? I think the bruises
speak for themselves."

She started to look uncertain. "He didn't get anything he didn't deserve."

"One of these days, you'll get what you deserve," I said, trying to keep a
grip on my building anger. "If you do anything else at all to try to hurt
Jez, I'll make you very sorry."

Janice must have picked up the sincerity in my voice, because she stepped
back a pace. "You're welcome to him," she muttered. "He'd better keep away
from my house; I don't want to see him there again. I don't want anything
else to do with him." Her voice was like ice.

Jez was behind me, so I couldn't see his reaction to this, but I could
imagine how he must feel. Hearing these words from his own mother must have
been every bit as painful as a kick in the ribs. I felt my anger redouble
and I clenched my fists at my sides. "You really are evil. I don't know how
you can live with yourself," I snarled. I looked from Janice to Emma. "Like
mother, like daughter; you two really do deserve each other. Where's Dan,
Emma? Has he seen through you already?"

"Fuck you, Liam."

"Funny, that's the only thing you were really good for." I met her
glowering stare for a long moment then started to turn away. "Oh, Emma," I
said, turning back to her with a cold smile on my face and my voice
dripping with sarcasm. "Happy birthday."

I did turn away then. Putting my arm around Jez's shoulders, I led him away
from the scene. Neither of us looked back.

Jez was obviously badly shaken and I decided the best thing to do was head
back to the car. Anything that we hadn't already bought would have to wait
for another day; I needed to get Jez home. The boy didn't speak at all, and
I kept my arm around him. I could feel the tension in his body.

I put Jez into the passenger seat and, climbing into the driver's seat, I
turned to look at him. His face was pale and I could see that he was on the
verge of losing control. Automatically I reached out to him and took him in
my arms just as his body started to shake with great wracking sobs. I held
him while he cried, trying to give him what comfort I could. Gradually the
sobbing eased, though I still held him against me, his head pressed against
my chest. Gently I stroked his hair. "Everything's going to be OK, Jez," I
reassured him. On impulse, I pushed his hair back and kissed him lightly on
his forehead. "Everything is going to be OK."




Jez was very quiet. He hadn't spoken a word during the journey back to my
apartment, and since we'd got back he'd done nothing but sit in the lounge
and stare silently at the TV, a blank look in his eyes. Seeing him like
this made my stomach clench, and I silently cursed Janice and Emma.

How could I ever have believed that I felt anything at all for Emma? I knew
I had never loved her; our relationship had been based more on physical
need than anything else. But now even thinking about her caused me to feel
real disgust. The thought of sex with her made my skin crawl.

I made myself a coffee and poured Jez a glass of juice. Taking these
through to the lounge, I sat down on the sofa next to the miserable boy and
handed him the glass.

"Thanks," Jez said, softly.

"You OK?" I asked him.

He didn't reply immediately, but continued staring at the TV. Then he
slowly turned his head to look at me. "She said she didn't even want to see
me again. She must really hate me."

"Try not to think about it," I told him. Pretty lame, but I couldn't think
of what else to say.

"How can I not think about it? My mother hates me."

"Well I sure don't hate you," I said. I gave him a smile and put my arm
around him. "We can take care of each other; just the two of us. We don't
need anyone else."

That got me a sad smile. Jez looked at me. "I love you, Liam."

I was shaken. Not so much by the words but by the sincerity behind
them. There was no doubt at all in my mind that Jez did love me, utterly
and completely. "I... I love you too," I said, forcing the words out
quickly. I knew that I didn't sound convincing, but it was the best I could
manage. I still couldn't figure out how I really felt about Jez. Yes, I did
love him; that much was obvious even to me. There was some kind of bond
between myself and Jez. He was special and I felt a need to take care of
him and protect him. But what really frightened me was that my feelings
seemed to go deeper than that. My feelings for him were bordering on the
sexual, and that was somewhere I wasn't sure I was ready to go.

"I'll tell you what," I said, breaking the sudden tension. "We both need
cheering up and we should celebrate you moving in here. How about I do us a
special meal?" I glanced at my watch. It was approaching 3.30 p.m. There
was just time to catch the local supermarket, which I knew closed at 4.00
p.m. on Sundays.

"Yeah, OK."

"Great. Come on. We need to get moving or the shop will be closed." I took
Jez's hand and dragged him to his feet and we grabbed our jackets and
headed out.

It was a bit of rush, but we managed to get everything we needed: A couple
of large steaks, some bits and pieces to go with them, a gooey, creamy,
desert type thing that must have contained a hundred-million calories, and
a nice bottle of red wine to wash it all down with. By the time we got
back, Jez's mood appeared to have improved considerably. Our hectic dash
around the shop had left him little time to brood and he now seemed almost
back to his normal self.

Having had first hand experience of Jez's complete lack of culinary skills,
I decided that his best role in the kitchen would be that of observer. So I
had him sit on one of the worktops, stuck a glass of wine in his hand, and
let him offer encouragement from the sidelines while I prepared our dinner.

The meal turned out to be a complete success, both in terms of lifting our
spirits and filling our stomachs. The food and the wine had worked like
magic, causing us forget about the past and the future and to enjoy the
present. Even the clearing away, which should have been a chore, was fun as
Jez and I joked around, acting like a pair of naughty schoolboys.

Having cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the lounge, I suggested to
Jez that he try on the new clothes. He'd already tried some of them in the
shops, prior to buying them, but I thought it would be nice to see how some
of the things went together.

"Sure, why not?" Jez agreed with a grin. He went into the hallway and came
back loaded down with bags. He then proceeded to treat me to an impromptu
fashion show, modelling a selection of shirts and tops and trousers. This
was a side of Jez that I hadn't seen before: the show-off. Though I
suspected that the peek into this particular aspect of his nature was very
much for my eyes only. What was especially amusing was the repeated partial
strip that he made between each change of clothing. He changed in front of
me and would undress almost shyly, yet at the same time with a teasing
quality to his movements. The overall effect was both sweet and slightly
erotic.

"Just get on with it," I laughed as he made a show of slowly unbuttoning
the front of a shirt whilst staring me in the eye and running his tongue
around his lips.

Jez forced a pout which he managed to hold for several seconds before he
too dissolved into laughter. He removed the shirt and laid it carefully
aside, selecting a white and blue pullover style top to try on next. He
pushed in his arms and was pulling it down over his head when he gave a
sudden yelp of pain.

"What's the matter?" I asked, wondering if he had found a stray pin or
something.

"I've got it stuck."

"What do you mean, you've got it stuck?"

"It's caught on my earring." Jez had a single, small ring through the lobe
of his left ear.

"Oh, OK. Hang on." I got up to look. Leaning in close, I found that a loose
thread on the garment had become entangled with the earring. "Don't move;
I'll sort it."

"Oww!"

"Nearly got it. Yep, that's it." I pulled the top down over the boy's head,
his smiling face appearing through the neck-hole.

"Thanks."

"That's OK."

Neither of us moved.

I stared at Jez's face, just inches away from my own. I could feel my heart
pounding and my mouth had gone dry. Jez's smile disappeared and he looked
as scared as I felt. My gaze went to Jez's red, sweet-looking,
slightly-parted lips. I remembered being here before, and how last time I
had lurched back from the precipice at the last moment. I now hovered there
on the brink once again, afraid to go forwards, yet at the same time afraid
to pull back. Jez seemed to be begging me with his eyes. His eyes were
beautiful, deep pools filled with love and trust. I fell forwards into
those eyes, and our lips touched.

It was like a floodgate had been opened. Our lips pressed together firmly,
almost frantically. The pressure of the contact forced Jez to take a step
backwards, which brought him up against the wall. His arms went around my
neck, pulling us even more tightly together. My own hands went to his
torso, and to the top, still bunched up around his upper chest. I fumbled
lower, seeking out and finding bare skin, and sliding my hands beneath the
crumpled folds of the garment. Jez's chest felt warm and silky smooth
beneath my fingers, and I could feel his heart pounding hard and fast. I
leaned into him, pressing him back against the wall, my mouth on his, my
hands exploring his upper body with a firm touch.

"Ughmff!" Jez gave a muffled gasp of pain and I immediately pulled
back. "It's OK," he gasped. "Just my ribs are still sore."

"Sorry," I told him.

He reached out to pull me to him again, but I pushed his hands away.

"I'm not sure this is such a good idea," I said, my mind spinning.

"What...?" Jez gave me an anguished, almost panicked look.

"I don't think..."

"Please."

I looked at the boy's face, awash with emotions. I knew instantly that he
wanted this more than he had ever wanted anything in his life before. And I
knew then, at that same moment, that I wanted it almost as much as he
did. "You sure?" I asked, knowing that the question was completely
unnecessary.

"Oh God, yeah."

I gave him a nervous smile and nodded my head. "Alright. But let's take
things a bit more slowly. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

I gave him another smile and then kissed him briefly and lifted the top
back up over his head and dropped it to the floor. Jez's lips were once
again waiting for mine and our mouths pressed together, my tongue dancing
with his. My hands returned to his torso, this time unimpeded by any
clothing as I caressed the soft skin of his body. My fingers found one of
his nipples; a small protrusion against the otherwise unbroken smoothness
of his chest, and I played with it briefly, pinching it between my
fingertips and causing the boy to moan softly and squirm deliciously. After
a moment I broke off the kiss, my lips working down over his chin and onto
his neck where I lightly nibbled at the skin. Jez's head went back and he
gave a groan of pleasure. I moved lower, my lips now nuzzling against the
boy's chest, and, finding one of his small nipples, I flicked my tongue
across it and then nipped it very gently between my teeth. Jez groaned. His
hands were on my head, his fingers tangled in my hair, and he pulled my
face more firmly against his slim chest, wordlessly demanding more
attention. I released his nipple and continued my downwards journey, over
his ribs and his flat stomach, licking his 'outie' belly button, then down
over his completely hairless lower stomach until I reached the belt of his
trousers. There, on my knees, I paused. My heart was thumping at what I was
about to do. I felt like a virgin; nervous, inexperienced, not knowing what
to expect yet at the same time trembling with tension and barely suppressed
excitement. I took hold of the boy's belt and, with shaking hands, I
managed to fumble it open. I unfastened the top of his trousers and then
stopped and raised my eyes questioningly. Jez looked down at me and I saw
my own fear and excitement mirrored in his eyes. I watched his chest move
as he took rapid, shallow, shuddering breaths. I took some deep breaths of
my own to try to calm myself as I pulled down the zip at the front of the
boy's trousers and watched them spring open to reveal the shorts beneath:
the grey shorts I'd lent to him and that I'd worn myself many times
before. There was an obvious bulge as the boy's cock pushed at the front of
the shorts. Jez was at least partially hard, and I realised that I too was
in a similar condition. I quickly reached out and, taking hold of the
trousers and shorts at the sides, I pulled them both down together, and as
I did so, Jez's cock sprang free, just inches from my face. Jez wasn't
quite fully hard, and his slim cock pointed almost straight out, drooping
slightly, towards the foreskin-covered end. Deliberately, not letting
myself think about what I was doing, I wrapped my fingers around the shaft
and gave it a squeeze. Jez responded with a soft whimper, and he almost
instantly became fully erect in my hand. This was the first time in my life
that I had touched a cock other than my own, and part of my mind flinched
away from the idea. My erection, however, responded with a spasmodic throb.

In spite of its hardness, Jez's cock felt velvety warm to the touch and the
skin was soft. I released my grip and ran my fingers along the organ,
tracing them along the shaft to the point where it widened towards the
head. I slowly eased back the skin, watching, with a strange fascination,
as it peeled back from the swollen, purple glans. Moving automatically, I
dipped down towards the now exposed head and very light brushed it with my
lips in a fleeting kiss.

A shudder passed through Jez's body and he let out his breath in what was
almost a sob. I looked up and gave him a smile. He smiled nervously back,
and I recalled that he had claimed that he had never done anything with
anyone before; this was a first for both of us.

"Let's get these off you," I said, pushing the boy's trousers and shorts
all the way down to his ankles. Jez leaned on my shoulders while he removed
the last of his clothing; he wasn't wearing any socks.

Leaning back on my heels, I looked the sixteen-year-old up and down. This
wasn't the first time I had seen Jez naked, or even the first time I'd seen
him with a boner, but this was the first time that I'd studied his body in
a purely sexual way. Jez was thin, there was no escaping that, and this
gave his body a bony, even angular appearance, but there was a sort of
innocence in the way he held himself that was instantly appealing. My gaze
travelled up to his face and I saw the boy had been watching me as I
appraised his body. He looked down at me, self-consciously, and he had a
look in his eyes that told that me more clearly than words ever could that
he desperately wanted my approval.

"You're beautiful," I told him, and meant it.

Jez's face lit up, confirming the truth of my words, and he reddened in a
blush. He was indeed beautiful.

I got to my feet and leaned into him, my fingers taking hold of his jutting
cock, as my lips found his, and we kissed for a long minute.

"Maybe I should get undressed," I suggested, giving Jez a grin.

"OK," he replied, as if happy to go along with anything at all that I
suggested. It was obvious that Jez had already fallen into a passive role
and was quite happy for, even needed, me to take the lead. I suppose this
was to be expected, given his background and the fact that I was older than
him, though it did create a problem: I knew nothing at all about having sex
with another guy. In fact, before I'd met Jez, the idea had never even
crossed my mind. I did, of course, have plenty of experience with girls,
and I asked myself how different it could possibly be. Sex was about
pleasure. I knew what felt good for guys, being one myself, so I had a good
idea about how to make Jez feel good. Besides, if Jez had no previous
experience at all, he was hardly likely to criticise. It occurred to me at
that point that just as a few moments ago Jez had been seeking my approval,
it was equally as important to me that I live up to Jez's expectations. The
thought made me smile.

"What's the matter?" Jez asked, noticing my expression.

"Nothing really, it's just that we're both acting like we're scared to
death of doing something wrong."

"I am scared," Jez admitted.

"Yeah. Me too."

Jez gave a self-conscious giggle. "We may as well do it wrong together
then."

"I guess so." I took a step back and lifted my shirt up over my head,
tossing it aside. I could feel Jez's eyes on me as I stripped, and as I
stepped out of my shorts, his gaze fell on my erect cock. I moved back
towards him, and his hand tentatively reached out, his fingertips running
along the underside of my hard shaft. It felt wonderful. "You sure you
haven't done that before?" I groaned.

"Only in my head."

I stood with my hands at my sides, enjoying both the sight and feeling of
Jez's fingers exploring my dick. "You've really had fantasies about doing
stuff with me?" My vanity made me ask the question.

Jez gave me an embarrassed grin. "Yeah," he admitted, his hand still on my
dick. "Almost since the time you first started going out with Emma; I used
to pretend that it was me you were picking up and not her."

"What sort of stuff did you imagine doing with me?" I knew I was being mean
asking this, but I couldn't resist.

"Just... stuff. You know what I mean."

"No, that's why I'm asking."

Colour rose in Jez's face and he could no longer look me in the
eye. "Sucking and stuff like that," he muttered.

"Me sucking you, or you sucking me?"

Jez squirmed. "Both. But mostly me sucking you."

I put took hold of the boy's chin and lifted it, forcing him to look me in
the eye. "You know what?" I told him. "You are so cute when you blush." He
tried to look away, but I held him firm and kissed him on the lips. He
immediately stopped fighting me and returned the kiss. I put my arms around
him and pulled him against me, and he released his hold on my cock, his
arms going around my back. Our erections rubbed one against the other as
our naked bodies pressed together.

After a moment, I moved from his lips and round to the side of his head,
nibbling lightly on his earlobe. "You want to go through to the bedroom?" I
whispered.

"OK."

I gave him a final quick kiss and then, taking his hand, I led him down the
short passage to my bedroom. He hesitated in the doorway, his eyes flicking
nervously between me and the bed. Then he gave a smile and followed me
inside.

As we reached the bed, he hesitated again, and this time there seemed to be
real fear in his eyes. I sat down on the edge of the bed and pulled him
down beside me.

"We don't have to do this," I said to him, gently, keeping hold of his
hand. "We can just sit and talk if you want. Or we can get dressed and
forget the whole thing." I held my breath, terrified that he was now going
to pull back. Even though the idea of what we were about to do scared me,
now that I had finally admitted my feelings to myself, I wanted this boy so
badly that it hurt.

Jez looked at me and he shook his head. "What if I'm not as good as Emma?"
he asked me, in a cracked voice.

"What?" I asked, incredulously, hardly able to believe that he was even
considering this.

"I've heard you tell people how incredible Emma is in bed. I'm not going to
be as good as her."

"Jesus, Jez. You think I'm going to be giving you marks out of ten or
something? I don't care how good you are, or how bad you are, or anything
like that. I just want us to be together."

"You mean that?"

"Of course I mean it. Come here." I put my arms around him, and as we
kissed we toppled over onto the bed. I broke the contact long enough to
shuffle onto the bed properly, pulling my number-one boy after me, and then
enfolded him in my arms again.

As we kissed, I let my hands explore his body, caressing his shoulders and
the smooth skin of his back, his gently curved arse cheeks, then around
over his hips to stroke across his balls and rigid cock. From there I moved
upwards across his flat stomach and onto his chest, still far more boyish
than man-like, my hands wanting to touch him everywhere at once. Jez
responded to even the slightest touch, his body squirming and writhing, his
breathing ragged and uneven, as though this were something he had been
waiting for all of his life. I rolled him onto his back and broke our
kiss. He looked at me, a little wild-eyed, but I responded with a grin and
leaned down and very gently nipped his lower lip between my teeth. When I
released him, he smiled back at me, nervously.

"I love you, Jez," I told him, my voice just a whisper.

The boy's eyes sparkled and he swallowed visibly. Then he pushed against my
shoulders and I allowed him to turn the tables, putting me onto my back,
surprised that he had suddenly taken the initiative. I was even more
surprised when he lifted himself up and sat astride my chest, looking down
at me. He paused for a moment and then, with sort of cheeky smile, his
hands moved to my shoulders, his fingertips lightly tracing backwards and
forwards across my skin. Slowly, he shuffled his body backwards, his
concentration intense, as he continued his constantly moving, feather-light
touch on my torso. The effect was incredible and it was now my turn to
squirm. The contact was maddeningly light yet at the same time amazingly
erotic and I was starting to feel as though my body was on fire. As he
moved lower, he reached behind himself, bending my erection back and then
shuffling down over the top of it so that it was nestled between his arse
cheeks, straining to stand upright, yet being forced almost painfully
downwards. I felt him clench his cheeks, and he wriggled his hips backwards
and forwards, forcing me to gasp with pleasure as he effectively wanked my
cock with his arse. When he then reached behind himself again and fingered
the swollen head of my erection, I was unable to hold back a deep
groan. And to think that Jez had been worried that he wouldn't be a match
for Emma. This boy was amazing.

I put out my hand and took hold of his hard cock and Jez gave me a happy
grin. While he continued to finger my restrained cock head, I played with
his erection, stroking and pulling on it.

Suddenly, Jez gave a gasp and his cock started to spasm beneath my
fingers. I immediately started to pump faster as cum erupted from the head
to splash down across my stomach and lower chest. There were four good
sized spurts, far more than I had expected, before it slowed to a dribble;
it was certainly an interesting experience for someone who has only ever
wanked himself before.

Jez looked at me sheepishly, his breathing heavy. "I'm sorry," he
panted. "I couldn't stop it."

"Don't worry," I told him, gently. "It looked like you needed that." I
looked down at the smears and splashes of sticky fluid that decorated my
midriff.

"Yeah, but... I should have been able to last longer than that."

"It doesn't mean we have to stop," I pointed out. "Unless you want to." And
I fervently hoped that he didn't want to; there was no way I could roll
over and go to sleep at this point.

"No, I don't want to stop," he said quickly. "I don't ever want to stop,"
he added with a smile.

"That's my boy!" I gave his now slightly sagging cock another stroke,
feeling his sticky cum on my fingers.

Jez let me play with him for a moment and then, pushing my hand away, he
climbed off me, and crouched down at my side, taking my erection firmly in
his fist. His next move totally amazed me. He leaned forwards and began to
lap up his own cum from my stomach.

"Oh, Jesus!" I moaned, as his tongue darted into my belly button. I
watched, totally entranced, as he cleaned up every drop of cum from my
body, giving me a thorough tongue bath in the process. Even when there was
no cum left, his licking continued, moving lower now, nuzzling through my
pubes with his tongue and his nose, until I felt that beautiful, agile
tongue licking against the base of my erection. He paused there for a
moment and looked up at me, giving another of his cheeky grins, then he
once more mounted my chest, this time facing away from me. He bent
forwards, dropping his face towards my groin. This presented me with a view
of the boy that I hadn't seen before. Jez's knees were spread wide, on
either side of my chest, and as he had bent forwards, this opened up his
arse cheeks just inches in front of my face. I found myself staring at his
puckered hole, surrounded by a few stray curly hairs. Beneath hung his
balls and behind them I could just see the tip of his now soft, sticky
teen-cock dangling down. However, before I had a chance to admire the view,
my attention was completely directed to the feelings coming from my groin,
as Jez's tongue began swirling around the swollen, exposed head of my hard
penis.

"Oh fuck, Jez," I gasped. "That feels fantastic." My hands went to the
globes of the boy's arse cheeks, massaging the soft flesh in silent
encouragement for him to continue with what he was doing. At any moment I
kept expecting to experience the familiar sensation of my cock being
enveloped by a warm, willing mouth, but it didn't happen. Instead, the
licking continued, all the way around and across the head of my dick,
underneath the sensitive rim of my glans, then up and down the shaft. It
felt unbelievable.

As Jez continued his licking, my own fingers strayed into the crack of the
boy's arse. I knew from experience that being touched and fingered around
that area felt good, and I lightly stroked my fingertips over his tightly
closed hole. I was rewarded by a muffled groan and the boy squirmed
erotically. The groan was repeated as I pressed a little more firmly, right
on the hole itself, and Jez pushed his arse back towards me, indicating
that he wanted more. I wished I had some sort of lubricant to hand, but
there was nothing close by, and I was not about to interrupt things to go
looking for some; spit would have to do. I briefly sucked on my fingertip,
getting it good and wet and then returned it to the boy's arse, working
gently but firmly at that tight entrance, pressing and releasing,
frequently rewetting my finger. Without pausing in his licking, Jez reached
back with both of his hands and grasped his arse cheeks, pulling them even
further apart. On impulse, I bent my head forwards and stretched out my
tongue to that exposed hole, poking directly at the entrance. A shudder
passed through Jez's body and he gave what sounded like a sob.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Don't stop," he begged.

I went at the task enthusiastically, alternately probing at the hole with
my tongue and my fingertips, encouraged along in my explorations by the
feeling of Jez's tongue which had now extended its range to take in my
balls as well as my cock. Gradually, Jez's entrance began to relax and open
up until I was able to get the entire tip of my finger inside him. I'd push
in, give a little twist and pull back out again and with each twist, Jez
would squirm and moan. Now that I could get my finger inside, I moved my
lips further down his arse crack towards his balls, nipping lightly at that
sensitive area with my teeth then licking across the back of his
ball-sac. A sudden moment of unease passed through me that I was licking a
boy's balls; strange how this bothered me, when licking his arse
hadn't. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that everyone has an
arse, but only guys had balls. However, the feeling disappeared as quickly
as it had come. It was Jez's arse, and Jez's balls, and Jez's dick, and I
wanted him so badly that I was literally aching for him. I continued to
lick on his balls, holding onto them with one hand whilst the index finger
of my other hand still probed into the boy's now loosened hole. After a few
moments I released Jez's balls and reached under for his dick, which was
once more starting to show signs of life. I bent it towards my mouth and
nibbled on the boy's foreskin, tasting the sweet stickiness of the precum
that was oozing from it. As I nibbled and sucked, I stroked the velvety
skin of his shaft, and as it fattened and lengthened to become once more
completely hard, I eased the foreskin back and took the entire head of the
boy's swollen dick into my mouth. It was a strange sensation and my first
experience of sucking cock. A short time ago I would have been disgusted at
even thought of doing this, but now, far from feeling any disgust, it was
making me feel even more aroused than ever.

As though me taking Jez's cock into my mouth had been a signal, Jez stopped
his licking and I felt his warm lips touch the head of my dick and slide
slowly down, until he had engulfed the whole of the head and the top part
of the shaft. A soft moan forced its way out through my own mouthful of
cock. I was in heaven. And just as I thought things could not get any
better, I felt Jez's fingers exploring down behind my balls, seeking out my
itching arsehole.

I knew then that I couldn't hold back any longer. Jez's mouth around my
cock and Jez's fingers probing at my arse were enough to take me over the
edge. There wasn't even time to warn Jez what was happening before my cock
started to throb and I exploded directly into the boy's mouth. Jez
stiffened and pulled back, giving a choking cough, but, like a true
trooper, he went straight back down again, his lips sealing themselves
around my shaft, taking my cum into his mouth. Somehow he managed to keep
going, swallowing each spurt, not even fazed by my hips thrusting
upwards. It was if he were determined to suck out the last drop.

"Jez, you can stop. I'm done," I gasped, squirming as he continued to suck
even after I had nothing left to give.

Reluctantly, the boy did finally stop. He sat up and turned around so that
he was facing me, and he looked at me worriedly. "Did I do OK?" he asked.

There were smears of cum on his face and a dribble of it running down his
chin, and his hair was matted with sweat. He was the sweetest thing I'd
ever seen, and I loved him like I had never loved anyone in my life. "Yeah,
you did OK," I told him, grinning.

His face lit up in his own grin. "That was pretty awesome," he said.

"It was that, and more besides," I agreed. "But hadn't we better do
something about that?" I nodded down in the direction of his still jutting
erection, which was pointing up towards my face from where he was sitting
astride my stomach. "You need to cum again?"

Jez looked down at his erection and then back to me and gave an embarrassed
giggle. "Maybe," he said.

I briefly ran my fingers along his shaft, watching it twitch, and then
moved my hand down to fondle his balls. "Let me watch you jerk it," I said.

"OK," he gave a shy smile, his shyness seeming out of place considering
what he had been doing a few moments ago.

"Shuffle up a bit higher though, so that I can reach you," I told him.

He did as I asked, moving up a few inches so that I could easily reach him
with my hands, then he wrapped his fingers around his cock and he started
to stroke himself.

I watched for a moment, enjoying the sight of him wanking in front of me,
then I reached out my hand and began to slowly stroke is chest. I found I
loved touching him, feeling his soft skin beneath my fingers; it was
something I couldn't get enough of.

It seemed just moments before Jez was breathing heavily and he was making
small thrusting movements. He gave a muffled groan and a spray of sticky
fluid flew from his cock. Not the long streamers like the first time he had
cum; this time it was more like droplets, most of which splashed down onto
my chest.

Jez gave an exhausted smile as he squeezed out the last drops and then he
looked sheepishly at the sticky mess on his fingers. His eyes widening in
surprise as I took hold of his hand and, pulling it to my own mouth, I
licked his fingers clean. Then, I pulled him down to me, and I kissed him
on the lips.

"I love you, Jez,"

Jez looked at me and there were tears in his eyes. He lay down beside me,
and I held him close.

Sometime later I decided that we'd better clean ourselves up a bit. We took
a quick shower together, and I made the most of the opportunity to again
get my hands on boy's body as I soaped him up and rinsed him down. Jez
seemed to revel in the attention, and obviously enjoyed the contact every
bit as much as I did; he even let me dry him afterwards.

Then I suggested that it was time for bed, since I had work the next day,
and he had school. He pulled a face, but then gave a nod of agreement.

It turned out that Jez's school bag was safe in my hall closet; Jez had it
put there when he had come over straight from school on Friday, and then,
after our row, I had thrown him out without it. However, what to wear for
school was another problem, and something we hadn't considered when we'd
been out buying him clothes earlier. After a brief discussion, we decided
that I would telephone in to work and tell them that I would be late and
that would give us time to make a quick visit to the shops to get him some
school clothes. I would then drop him off at school, and at the same time
try to explain the situation to them and see about officially changing his
address. I didn't expect this to be exactly straightforward, since I was
sure they would want some sort of confirmation from Jez's mother, but at
least we could set things in motion, and we would have to deal with any
difficulties as they arose. One way or another, we would get it sorted.

"Right, now that we know what we're doing, we'd better get some sleep," I
told the boy.

He looked at me, nervously. I recognised the look that meant he had
something on his mind.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Can I sleep with you, in your bed?"

I put my arms around him and hugged him to me. "I was sort of assuming that
we would be sleeping together," I told him. "From now on we can do
everything together."




I lay awake for a long time, listening to the soft breathing of Jez as he
slept beside me. I was so lucky. In the past couple of weeks, the beautiful
boy who lay naked in bed beside me had completely turned my life around in
ways that a short time ago I would not even have been able to imagine. I
turned my head to look at him, just able to make out his face in the dim
light, and I smiled happily to myself. Jez had taught me so much. He'd
taught me to pay attention to the things that really matter, and he'd
taught me what love really was. At one time I had thought I'd loved Emma,
but I now realised we'd been nothing more but a convenience to each
other. Emma had used me, but I had also used her. I'd used Emma for sex,
and that was the sum total of our relationship. And that was something else
that I'd been wrong about: I'd thought that the sex with Emma had been
good, and, in a way, it had, but only in the physical sense. Sex with Jez
went beyond the physical. For the first time in my life I had had sex with
someone I cared about, and the difference had been amazing. I now knew that
there was far more to sex than simple physical pleasure; there was
love. And love was better than anything.

"I love you, Jez," I whispered.

**********

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