Date: Thu, 08 Apr 1999 14:18:23 PDT
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Simon's Story part 17

WARNING:

	This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between
boys of similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal
in your locality, please leave now! The story and its associated
characters are entirely fictional and any resemblance to people,
living or otherwise, is purely coincidental.  Some parts of the story
have been idealised.
	The author has copyrighted this story.  A single copy had
been placed in the Nifty Archive. Do not distribute it to any
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	This has developed into a bit of a novelette and you may find
it easier to read the previous parts first.

Classification: oral Anal


Simon part 17
Out of grief comes love

	The boys slept well that night, despite little Michael waking
up several times. Both Simon and Robert more than made up for this by
looking after the baby that morning giving Robert's mother a chance
to catch up on some of her lost sleep.
	Neither of them really enjoyed the smelly nappy, but feeding
and winding went without a hitch. The boys headed off back to bed
taking Michael with them. The baby lay between them, chuckling and
gurgling while the two boys held hands.
	"Si'. Are you mum or dad?" Robert paused. "Look at us. We are
in love, we have a baby and we're laying here holding hands." Simon
stifled a laugh. He had never really thought of himself as a father,
but the more he thought about it the more the idea grew on him.
	"I suppose I am a dad in some respects. Mother!" Simon
started to laugh, but it was soon replaced by a groan. Robert had
slid his free hand up Simon's thigh and was gently teasing that very
sensitive spot right at the top of his legs. Robert felt the reaction
as Simon's best friend got ready for action.
	"Please Robby. Not now, not with Michael here." Simon
pleaded. Robert stopped. He too felt uncomfortable about having some
fun while Michael lay between them.
	"Let's take Mike down to the park with us today." Robert
suggested.
	"His name is MICHAEL!" Simon replied sharply.
	"Sorry Si'. I didn't know you were so keen on that name."
Robert replied with shock and amazement.
	"Sorry Robby. It's just that Mike reminds me too much of my
dad." Simon started to feel sorry for himself.
	"It doesn't matter. So what do you say?" Robert asked.
	"Yea. Why not, but well check with mum first." Robert looked
at Simon. He obviously hadn't realise what he had just said. Robert
decided it was best to over look it and put it down to a slip of the
tongue. The door opened a few minutes later and Robert's dad walked
in with a couple of cups of tea for the boys.
	"Morning dad." Robert said cheerfully.
	"Morning? Morning? The days half over." Robert's father
replied with a smile.
	"Why? What time is it?" Simon asked. Robert looked at the
clock.
	"7:30." Robert replied.
	"It's ok for you two. Your mum and I didn't get much sleep
last night."
	"Oh. Sorry." Simon said seriously.
	"Relax. If we minded being woken up by Michael every couple
of hours we wouldn't have agreed to have him. Besides, you two come
as a package."
	"Thanks dad. Er . . . Thanks." Simon got all embarrassed.
	"Don't worry Si'. You are as much a son to us as Robby or
Squirt is. You know that don't you?"
	Simon nodded as he sat up and wrapped his arms around
Robert's dad and gave him a big hug.
	"Dad, do you think it would be ok to take Michael out for a
walk today? Down the park maybe?" Robert asked.
	"I can't see why not, but you will need to check with mum and
Si' first."
	"What do you reckon Si'?" Robert asked Simon who was still
hugging his dad.
	"After dinner, may be. It won't be so cold for Michael then.
What do you reckon dad?" He blushed again, but the idea of sharing
Robert's dad was starting to grow on him.
	"That makes sense, but in the mean time why don't you put him
back in his cot so you can have a lay in?"
	"Ok." Robert twigged straight away what his dad was
implying. "Pass my bathrobe please dad." He slipped into his bathrobe
and gently lifted Michael up. The baby didn't stir. Robert returned a
few moments later. Robert slipped in to bed beside Simon and they
cuddled up. It felt like ages since they had been really close.
	"Si'. Why have you been calling my mum and dad mum and dad?"
Robert asked.
	"It was an accident at first, but it feels right if you know
what I mean?"
	"Yea. I think so." Robert was just about to say something
else when he gasped. A cold hand was gently massaging his belly and
working it's way further down. Simon disappeared beneath the covers.
Robert let out a grunt as Simon started using his mouth as well as
his hands. It wasn't long before Robert was approaching the point of
no return. Simon knew this and Robert felt an instant of discomfort
which brought him back. Simon continued taking Robert to the edge and
dragging him back for a few more minutes. Robert was in a state of
near euphoria interspersed with short periods of bliss.
	A hand appeared from under the covers and started groping
around on the bedside table. Robert knew exactly what it was looking
for and kept moving the jar around after letting the finger tips just
touch it. A muffled sound came from beneath the covers and Robert
placed the jar in the now upturned hand. It disappeared and very soon
he felt some of the contents of the jar being rubbed onto his
favourite toy. Simon appeared a few moments later sliding up Robert's
chest with his knees one on either side of Robert. Both boys groaned
softly as Simon slid Robert into place and started a gentle rocking
motion. It didn't take long for Robert to pass the point of no return
in his heightened state of excitement then he just lay there basking
in the afterglow of the pleasure his lover had induced in him.
	There was a soft pop as Simon rolled off and lay beside
Robert. Their tongues met just before their lips. Nothing could be
heard for the next few minutes apart for the gentle kissing sounds
coming from the boys. Robert retrieved the discarded jar from under
the covers before putting it to good use on Simon.
	Robert always preferred to receive than to give and this
probably explains why he always took his time building Simon up
before causing him to explode deep within him. An event that always
created so much pleasure for Robert that he tried to let the world
know with his loud moans and groans of sheer unadulterated pleasure.
	There was a gently, but distinctive knock on the door and
Arthur walked in. He was dressed in his school uniform. He sat on the
bed and hugged both Simon and Robert.
	"I'll let you know what is going on at School especially as
the play is only a few weeks away." Arthur said maintaining his hug.
	"Thanks mate. No one could ask for a better brother than
you." Robert replied causing Arthur to blush. Arthur left and the two
boys headed off to the bathroom. After a quick shower Simon and
Robert dressed and headed down to the kitchen and breakfast. Most of
the morning was spent finalising the arrangements for the funeral. It
was a thoroughly depressing morning brightened only by the thought
that it was a one-off event.
	After lunch, Simon and Robert took baby Michael out for a
walk and ultimately they ended up at the little park where Simon
encountered a new phenomenon. He never realised just how many mothers
would be there with their own babies and young children. He must have
answered the usual "How heavy was he?" and "What's his name?"
questions a dozen or more times. But he thoroughly enjoyed being the
centre of attention and playing the proud brother role with Robert
sat proudly at his side.
	At about 3 o'clock, Simon, Robert, and Michael headed off to
school. The idea was to meet Arthur, but ideas don't always work out.
The boys were standing just inside the school gates as the bell rung
and hoards of children started to leave. There were one or two snide
remarks from some of the older boys as they passed them, but on the
whole it was pretty uneventful until Ms. Wilson came out to speak to
them. Before long Simon and Robert were in rehearsals for the play
with Michael sleeping to one side of the stage.
	There was a sudden scream from near the pram and both Robert
and Simon dashed over. Lying on the floor crying was Arthur. Another
boy was standing there gloating.
	"What's going on?" Simon asked after quickly checking Michael.
	"It was him! He started it!" Arthur stated as he was getting
the once over from Robert. Simon looked at the other boy.
	"Well? What happened?" Simon asked.
	"He was calling you and Robby names. He was saying it was
your baby and that Robby was his dad." Arthur said feeling more
confident now that Simon and Robert were with him.
	"Well, in a way he is almost right." Simon said. Robert and
Arthur were astounded. "I am as good as his father and his mother. I
just didn't give birth to him." Simon continued.
	The other boy couldn't believe what he was hearing. Had he
really got away with insulting Simon and Robert? It seemed too good
to be true.
	"Oh, one final thing. If you pratt about near the baby again,
you won't get the chance to be a father! EVER!" Simon stated
powerfully. The boy backed away and the others returned to the
rehearsal. Robert turned and looked at Simon.
	"It was a bit daft bringing him with us."
	"I know that now." Simon snapped back, but continued in a
softer tone. "Hind sight is a wonderful thing. Isn't it?" Robert just
nodded. The rehearsal finished and the boys headed home. All Simon
could think about was how something could have happened to Michael.
He knew from then on that he would never take Michael anywhere near
school until he was old enough to go there on his own.
	After tea, Simon and Robert were upstairs bathing Michael
when there was a knock at the front door. Arthur answered it.
	"Si' Robby, it's the foreign kid!" Arthur shouted.
	"Send him up." Robert replied to Arthur. "I'll sort Arthur
out." He said turning to Simon.
	"They're in the bathroom." Arthur said to Alex. Alex frowned
at Arthur initially, but soon had a puzzled expression. What were
they doing? Did they want him to watch? Alex thought to himself.
	"Its ok. They are giving the baby a bath." Arthur explained
when he saw Alex's expression. Alex passed Robert on the stairs. Alex
went on up as Robert wend down to speak to Arthur.
	"Oy! That is my friend! He isn't `the foreign kid'! Right!"
Robert said to Arthur as he held him by the front of his shirt.
Arthur hadn't realised his display of bad manners would affect Robert
like this.
	"Sorry Robby. I didn't know his name." Arthur said sheepishly.
	"So why not ask him?"
	"I dunno."
	"Now you can come up and apologise to him." Robert kept hold
of his brother's shirt and led him upstairs quite forcefully.
	"I . . .I'm sorry Alex." Arthur said.
	"Accepted." Alex said as he held his hand out to show that no
offence had been taken. Arthur shook it before leaving the room.
	"Hi Alex. Sorry about that." Robert said to Alex.
	"Forget it." Alex replied. With Michael now out of the bath,
the three boys spent best part of the next 20 minutes updating each
other with local gossip and what had been going on. Alex even told
them about how impressed his dad was with Robert and Simon's manners.
Simon and Robert sat there with beaming smiles. No one had ever said
that about them before and now they knew just how good it felt. Alex
also made one further suggestion, which was for them to stop over one
night after Scouts. Naturally Simon and Robert were delighted at the
chance to see more of Alex. A thought they both meant in more than
one way!
	The gathering was cut short when baby Michael let everyone of
them know he wanted some attention. Simon tried to get Alex to stay,
but the thought of dirty nappies made it impossible to change his
mind. Alex left the boys on the front door step and Simon and Robert
proceeded to look after Michael. When they had finished Simon sat
down with Michael in his arms in the sitting room while Robert
prepared them a hot drink.
	"Robby. Why do you and Simon insist on doing so much for
Michael?" Robert's mother asked.
	"Simon wants to do as much as he can while he has the chance.
Who knows, later we may want to go on camp or something for a weekend
and I think he is trying to make things easier for you and dad.
Besides if he does all he can then there's a better chance of us
getting away to camp without him feeling he is imposing. Do you know
what I mean?"
	"He's not imposing. We love all of you the same." Robert's
mum looked a little perplexed. Why did Simon feel like this?
	Robert headed off in to the sitting room and as he got to the
door he heard Simon talking to Michael. Well he thought it was
Michael.
	"Well what are we going to do with you tomorrow?" Robert
heard Simon say. There was a pause. "I think we should take you with
us so you can say good-bye to mum and dad in your own way. I know
they would like that . . . Yes, I know it'll be a long hard day for
all of us, but he needs the chance to say good-bye. I owe it to him."
Robert was still standing at the door listening when his mum came by.
He indicated to her to stop and listen. "So what am I to do with the
house and all of our stuff?" There was a longer pause interrupted
with the occasional "Uh-hu". "I know we are going to be ok. Robby's
mum and dad are virtually our own now and they love us as much as you
and dad did . . . I still don't understand why it had to happen
though?" Robert and his mum could hear sobs coming from Simon. Robert
handed the cups to his mother before rushing in and wrapping his arms
around his lover. It hurt him to see Simon like this and he was
intent on doing everything he could to relieve his pain, even if it
meant sharing it with him some how. This he did by talking and crying
with him.
	Robert's mum followed her son in. As she went in she glanced
around the room. She expected to see someone else in there besides
Michael, but no. She left the boys together after placing the cups on
the coffee table and picking up the now sleeping Michael. She
returned a few minutes later with her husband. They sat down on the
small settee leaving the boys the bigger one.
	"Simon." Robert's dad started. "Tomorrow is going to be a
hard day for you and we want you to know that we will all be there
for you. You know that don't you?" Simon lifted his head off of
Robert's shoulder and looked across the room at the man before
looking up at the ceiling. `I know you and mum won't mind, besides
they are almost my parents now,' he thought to himself. He looked
back at Robert's parents.
	"Thanks dad." He paused. "Yes. That's what I said. Dad." He
paused again. "If you don't mind I'd like to continue calling you mum
and dad, but I will only ever refer to my parents as mother and
father." Simon said a little nervously.
	"I . . . I think that's fine with us." Robert's mother said.
She was trying hard to fight back the tears of happiness that were
welling up inside her. Robert released Simon and they both went
across and hugged their mum and dad. Even Robert had tears of joy in
his eyes. He guessed Simon was building up to this, but never
mentioned it to him. It was something he had to do for himself.
	Simon and Robert went up to bed early that night and despite
their nudity, neither really wanted to do anything more than kiss and
cuddle. Both of them knew the following day was going to be more
painful than any thing they had experienced to date. Simon slept
fitfully. The challenges of the funeral and the reading of the will
played heavily on his mind. Robert did his best to comfort and
reassure him, but felt totally inadequate.
	The morning dawned. It was dry, but dull and heavy grey
clouds threatened rain. Robert and Simon rose and to coin a phrase,
looked like shit. Neither had slept well. Breakfast was quiet and
sombre. Even the baby seemed to be quieter. About midmorning the boys
changed into their dark grey school trousers and black blazer. Both
had white shirts and black ties. Neither of them felt comfortable,
but then again, it wasn't really a day for comfort.
	They left for the church at 11. The solitary bell could be
heard as it tolled it's mournful toll. Simon was finding it harder
and harder to maintain his composure as he greeted the few friends he
was able to contact. He finally lost it as he followed the coffins up
the aisle with the baby in his arms. Naturally, Robert was right
there at his side. Comments were passed on several occasions as
Robert did his best to comfort Simon.
	It wasn't until after his parents had been finally laid to
rest that he allowed Robert's mum to take the baby from him. He just
fell to his knees at the graveside and cried for what seemed like
hours. He heard a voice. Well he thought he did. "Son. Remember what
I have always told you. Life is there to be lived to the full. Now go
and do your best to live up to our expectations." Simon knew the
voice, it was his father's, but search around as he did there was
only Robert to be found near him. Simon looked down at the coffins
and then up at the heavens. "OK dad. I will always love you both." He
stood and grasping Robert's hand tightly he walk back to the cars.
	A select few returned to Robert's and as they assembled in
the sitting room, the solicitor read the will. Simon sat by the side
of Robert. He was trembling all over. Suddenly he stood up and bolted
out through the door and headed to the bathroom. When Robert caught
up with him he was on his knees throwing up in to the toilet bowl.
When he stood up, Robert helped him clean up before they returned to
the sitting room.
	In brief, almost everything went to Simon. Robert's dad was
the other main beneficiary. He had been left the car and a few other
items from when they were boys together. A trust fund was to be set
up for Simon and of course Michael, which was by unanimous agreement.
A large sum of money, mainly the proceeds from the sale of his Aunt's
house, was to be used, according to the will, to ensure Simon had a
warm and comfortable place to live when Robert's dad felt it
appropriate. All in all Simon was now a very well off young man, both
financially and socially.
	After all of the guests had departed, Robert's dad took Simon
to one side. They were sat down in the sitting room, both on the
small settee. Not even Robert was present.
	"Simon. I now have to tell you something that your father
asked me to pass on on this occasion. It will come as a shock to you,
but a pleasant one. I hope." Robert's dad took a breath. "You know
your father and I were close friends when we were young. Don't you?"
Simon nodded as he carefully studied the man's face. "Well," he
paused again, "we were much more than friends. We were half brothers.
Same mother, different fathers."
	"I guessed you were something like that. You were too much
alike at times. There had to be a connection somewhere, dad." Simon
hugged the man tight for a few seconds. "Does anyone else know?"
	"No. Not even my wife. It was something our mother wanted us
to keep a secret. Which is why you now have to keep it secret. Not
even Robby must know."
	"I don't know. I never could keep secrets from Robby."
	"I know, but you must." The door creaked open and Robert
entered with the baby in his arms. Simon and his dad were sat very
close together with their arms around each other. Robert smiled. It
felt good to see his dad and Simon so close. It dispelled any fears
he had about Simon adjusting in to his new family.
	Robert gave Michael to Simon and knelt on the floor in front
of the others before hugging them all together. He never did
understand why a tragedy such as this brought people closer together
and could create so much love.

	If you have any comments please email me at
teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored. I would
like to thank LordVader for his help proof reading the story. Thanks.