Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 15:38:00 PDT
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Simon's story part 23 / 25

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 newsgroups and/or other
web-sites without permission from the author.
	This has developed into a bit of a novelette and you may find it easier to
read the previous parts first.

Classification: Mast, Oral, Anal


Simon Story Part 23
Out in the open!

	Simon and Robert felt pretty wretched by the time they arrived at home.
Neither Rose nor Gary were very pleased with the day's events and made this
more than plain to the boys and for the first time Robert could remember,
Gary didn't spank them for fighting as he would normally have done. This
puzzled the two lovers and neither wanted to tempt fate by asking why.
	After the events of the previous day, school was very trying for the boys.
They both knew that they had to avoid trouble at all costs with the hearing
so close, but the taunts and aggravation from one or two of the other boys
made it very difficult for them both. It was in their tutor group after
lunch that things came to a head.
	"Oy bum chums. What's it like to be out casts?" One of the boys shouted at
Simon and Robert. After exchanging glances with Robert, Simon stood up.
	"Quiet!" Simon shouted quite loudly. "Quiet." He beckoned Robert to join
him out at the front of the class. "We can discuss this like civilised human
beings or not at all. Which is it?"
	The tutor group sat and looked at them as they stood at the front. The room
was silent.
	"Why do you keep taking the piss? Oh sorry miss." Robert asked. He was
nervous, but knew that there was no use denying what both he and Simon were.
	"You're gay! That's why?" A boy answered from the back of the room.
	"So what?" Robert replied. "That just means there are two more girls
available for you guys. I bet you hadn't thought about that!"
	"You do things with each other. Besides, I've seen you eyeing up the guys
in the showers!" The boy felt satisfied that he had put Robert on the spot,
but not for long.
	"So do you!" Robert replied calmly. Both Simon and he had seen him. The
boys flushed slightly and so couldn't deny it. "Does that mean you're gay?
Or is it just that you want to see how you measure up against everyone
else?" The boy didn't reply.
	"Are you gay just because of that?" Robert asked trying to get an answer
from the boy. The others sat in near silence.
	"NO! I'M NOT GAY." The boy responded quickly.
	"OK. So looking around in the showers doesn't make you gay does it?" The
class just sat there looking at Robert for a few moments.
	"What I don't understand," one of the girls started to say until the class
turned to look at her. "What I don't understand is, are you born like it of
does something turn you gay?"
	"What makes you straight?" Simon asked her.
	"Well," she thought for a moment, "it's just the way I am."
	"And it is exactly the same for gays and lesbians. Nothing can turn you
gay, it's just the way you are and only you know the truth. It's just that
some people find it hard to admit to themselves and to others." Simon
stated.
	"Closet queens." Came a voice from the back. The class erupted in fits of
giggles.
	"Calm down. Calm down." Ms Wilson ordered. "What Simon says is true. Only
you know what you are and who you are."
	"So why do people pick on gays?" Robert asked.
	"Well they do things to kids. Nasty horrible things!" The same boy said.
	"No! Gays dislike people who prey on children just as much as any one else
does. But they are accused of it just the same." Robert looked around the
now quiet class. It appeared to him that he had set them all thinking.
	"Miss, what do you call someone like that?" A voice asked.
	"There are lots of names for them." Ms Wilson started.
	"Yea. Robert and Simon for starters." The boy interrupted.
	"That's enough! You will apologise right now!" Ms Wilson yelled at the boy.
She had become very angry at this stupid and childish remark. "Well. We're
waiting."
	"Sorry." Came a muffled voice. Neither Simon nor Robert though for one
minute he was sincere, but never the less he couldn't be allowed to get away
with it.
	"What was that? It certainly wasn't an apology!" Their tutor stated.
	"I'm sorry." Came the same voice, but more clearly. There was the loud
ringing of a bell closely followed by the scraping of chairs as the tutor
group split up for afternoon lessons.
	"Robert. Simon. Wait a minute please." Ms Wilson asked. The boys walked
over to her desk.
	"That took real courage. Well done. But are you sure it was really a wise
thing to do?" She asked.
	"Not really, but it certainly gave them something to think about and
hopefully it will reduce the discrimination we have been getting in the play
ground." Simon replied for the both of them.
	"I hope you are right, but it may have been better to have let it pass for
the moment."
	"Maybe." Robert said thoughtfully. The boys turned and left for their next
lesson, unfortunately for them, was gym. They filed into the changing room
with the other boys and eventually ended up stuck in the corner by the door.
No body liked it there. It was drafty and every time the door open you
jumped, you could never be quite sure who was coming in. The rest of the
class was as far from them as they could get. Neither of them knew why. They
weren't a threat to them.
	The boys started changing. They both felt like something under a microscope
being studied closely, but neither wanted to look around in case it started
trouble. The games master came in and they headed out onto the rugby pitch
for a session of physical torture. That's how Robert felt about it. He
wasn't into physical contact sports. Simon on the other hand excelled. It
gave him the opportunity to really work out some of his aggression.
	Things were going well until a scrum collapsed. The games master picked the
bodies of the top of the heap. Simon was at the bottom, curled up in a tight
ball. He took the blame for causing the scrum to collapse despite his
attempts to explain that some one had hit him in the nuts causing him to
double up. They were forced to scum down again. Again it collapsed, but
Simon wasn't at the bottom this time. He was able to stand up and walk away
unlike the lad that knackered him last time. He wasn't going to grab anyone
in the nuts again! He just lay there holding his stomach. Simon had craftily
back heeled him in retaliation for crushing his nuts.
	The lesson ended in disarray and they were all sent to the showers. Simon
and Robert decided to wait until last. One or two of their classmates didn't
want them near them. It didn't worry the two boys in the least. Once they
were all dressed again, the games master gave them all a good telling off.
The total lack of sportsmanship on the field or the attitudes of the boys in
the changing room didn't please him. The bell for afternoon break went
shortly afterwards.
	Robert and Simon expected 15 minutes of piss taking as they sat on the wall
that surrounded the raised flowerbeds outside the changing room door, but it
didn't happen. There was however a couple of lads a little younger than them
sat near them that were talking to them. Simon couldn't decide if they were
taking the piss, just interested or had another reason, but they had all
sorts of unusual questions that they wanted answering. Robert was doing his
best, but Simon wasn't convinced that they were genuine.
	Later that evening, there was a knock on the front door. Robert answered
it. It was the same two boys. Robert took them upstairs. Simon followed a
few moments later. To his astonishment, one of the boys admitted that he too
wasn't quite the same as the others, but hadn't yet faced up to the
possibility that he was gay. The other apparently was his best friend and
was there only as moral support or so he said. The four of them spent over
an hour discussing their sexuality and how it affected the way they lived
and related to others. When the two visitors had left, Simon asked Robert a
question.
	"How did you feel about him."
	"I don't know, I think they were genuine enough." Robert replied.
	"No. How did you feel about him as a person?"
	"He was ok, but not as good looking as you. Why?"
	"I don't know. I got a funny feeling as soon as I saw him this afternoon,
but I can't describe it. It's like a kinship sort of feeling, but not the
brother sister sort. Do you understand?"
	"No. Not really." Robert answered.
	"Oh. I can't explain it. It's as though I know he is like us." Simon's
words trailed off. Normally he was quite eloquent, but he just couldn't
describe the feeling he had about this particular boy. Later that night, as
the boys lay in bed, Robert reopened the subject.
	"You know what we were talking about earlier. Well, I think your feeling is
right. Please don't ask me to elaborate because I can't." Robert said
seriously.
	"Are you telling me he is?" Simon asked.
	"Si'. You know I would love to tell you, but I can't. I've already said too
much as it is."
	"Ok, but you know I'll find out eventually."
	"Yea." Robert replied just moments before kissing Simon on the lips not
only to stop any further discussion on the subject, but to show his undying
love for Simon. The rest of the week was hard for the lovers. Their
relationship was now out in the open and caused a several minor problems for
them, but the amount of hassle they got gradually declined as the week went
on. They met up with Alex on the Friday night at Scouts.
	"Hi Guys. What's it like to be famous?" Alex said.
	"Famous? What do you mean?" Simon asked.
	"Well, there has been a load of gossip going round school about a couple of
gay kids at your school. I guessed it was you two."
	"Shit!" Simon said. "How the hell does news spread so fast?" Simon and
Robert spent the next few minutes telling Alex about the weeks events. Alex
held a serious expression as he listened carefully to the story.
	"You really know how to turn the heat up and so close to the adoption
hearing. Why couldn't you have just taken the crap like before and kept your
mouths shut. It would have been much better."
	"I know, but Mr Hair Trigger here had to go off!" Robert said looking at
Simon.
	"I can't help it." Simon turned away in a bit of a sulk.
	"Si'." Robert said as he went after him. The whistle went and the Scout
meeting started. They didn't have the chance to really talk after that until
the end of the meeting when they all, Alex, Robert and Simon, walked home
together. Alex left them at the end of his road. He was really concerned for
the boys. He hadn't known them long, but he knew them really well by now.
	A little later on when Robert was laying quietly in bed when Simon slipped
beneath the covers gently sliding his hands down over his lover's body
generating that sensual tickling feeling as he went.
	Robert was on a high by the time Simon reached his secondary target to
which he paid lip service. By now his lover had passed seventh heaven and
was soaring upward. Carefully, Simon eased Robert's knees up and slid in
behind them. Burying his face deep between the two taught round globes
before him he started swiping his tongue up and down, then round and round
before thrusting it forwards.
	Fortunately for both of them, Robert guessed early on when his lover paid
lip service to his pride and joy, that was nearing the point of no return,
what his lover was going to do and placed a pillow gently over his face. It
was just as well because he was now emitting squeal after squeal of
pleasure. The pillow was absorbing almost all of the noise. The tongue
stopped and was quickly replaced by a finger, and then two as his excitement
levelled off. This continued for several minutes until Simon plunged his own
pride and joy in hard with one push.
	A blissful expression appeared from under the covers right in front of
Robert's face knocking the pillow off over the top of his head. Their lips
sealed and their tongues started dancing and exploring the other's mouth.
With a firm but gentle rocking motion and with the help of muscular motions
from deep within his lover, Simon brought his own pleasure levels up to
match Robert's.
	Robert in the mean time was busy fondling and massaging his lover's smooth
white globes, which now appeared a golden colour in the light from the
street lamp out side after the covers had fallen gently to the floor. There
was a sudden gasp as one of Robert's fingers disappeared from sight. It was
followed shortly afterward by a second. Within minutes Simon was gasping for
air as he deposited his most precious of gifts deep within his lover's body.
A gift Robert gladly accepted.
	They both lay still for a few minutes as they allowed themselves to fall
gently back to earth from the high levels of pleasure they induced in each
other. Simon rolled off to one side and gently lowered Robert's legs back to
the bed. Robert lay there for a few moments before kissing his lovers lips.
Slowly he started to work his way down his lover's body spending more time
on the more sensitive areas without ignoring the lesser ones.
	Much to Simon's astonishment, Robert began easing his lover's knees up and
apart. Almost instinctively, Simon wrapped his arms around Robert's neck and
pulled their lips together. With tongues dancing, Robert eased Simon's legs
behind his shoulders and ultimately crossed his ankles behind his neck. With
his lover now in the position he wanted him Robert turned around so they
were now effectively facing opposite ends of the bed. Hungrily, Simon
devoured Robert's pride and joy completely. Robert in return was now kissing
the two globes before him. Slowly he tightened his target area until he hit
gold!
	Simon shuddered time after time as his lover intensified the action with
his tongue and kisses. In return, his partner was swallowing hard and fast
and quite suddenly Robert passed the point of no return. Simultaneously,
Simon too passed the same point and the two boys lay there inducing higher
and higher levels of pleasure in each other as the spasms of their bodies
shook them both to the point of exhaustion.
	Robert moved round and knelt between where Simon's legs would normally have
been. Instead of cleaning his lover up with his mouth and tongue, as he
would normally have done, he gently smeared his lovers groin and behind with
Simon's own juice. Using this as a natural lubricant buried his pride and
joy deep into his lover for the last time that night.
	When the boys eventually separated, it was a case of mutual help to get to
the shower and clean up. Needless to say, they over slept the following
morning. A point that neither Rose nor Gary let them live down.
	When the chores were done, Robert slipped out of the house while Simon was
busy with baby Michael. Robert paid a number of visits both locally and in
town before returning a couple of hours later. Despite a severe quizzing by
Simon, he wouldn't reveal where he had been or what he had been doing. All
he would say was "wait and see".
	The weekend flew by and Monday morning landed with all the force it could
muster. Neither of the lovers or Arthur went to school and by 10:30 they
were all sat on a bench outside the courtroom waiting for the adoption
hearing to begin.
	Both Simon and Robert were more nervous than either could recollect. What's
more, they couldn't comfort each other as they would normally have done, but
Rose did her best. As much as the boys loved her, neither felt she was an
adequate substitute for his true love. But here, that wasn't an option. Not
yet any way.
	Their case was called and they entered the courtroom. Simon and Michael
were ushered off to separate seats away from Rose, Gary and the family Simon
now considered his own in every respect. Both Simon and Robert fidgeted all
morning; a point the judge noticed a couple of times asking if either of
them needed the toilet. Both respectfully declined knowing they would be
much worse when they returned.
	After the social workers and everybody had had their say, the judge asked
Simon what he felt was right for his brother and himself. Simon felt very
nervous as he stood up and as clearly and as calmly as he could manage
explained that above all he wanted to stay with Rose, Gary and family. The
judge expressed doubts about there not being enough space in the house.
Simon's heart missed a beat as he realised his worst fear, loosing Robert
and, of course, his family. Simon looked at Gary then turned to the judge.
He explained that there was some money set aside for the "comfort" of him
and his brother from their parent's will and that it was planned to use it
to help buy a larger house with enough space.
	The judge looked at Gary. Gary tried hard to hide his surprise. Simon had
mentioned it once or twice to him, but he had told him not to be silly and
that he would need it when he was older. He had to make a very hard decision
and quickly. He decided now was the time to play the last card he had. All
he could do was hope it was enough.
	"Sir." Simon said politely. "Would a family connection change your current
view of the situation?"
	"If there were a family connection, young man, then it would be wrong of
this court to do anything that would split a family up unless it was the
most severe of circumstances. Why?" The judge asked. Simon's heart missed
another beat. `Was he doing the right thing?' He thought to himself. He said
a quick prayer to himself.
	Simon looked up at the ceiling and said quietly "Sorry dad, but I have to
tell them. I don't have a choice." Looking at Gary, who had guessed what
Simon was about to say, then back at the judge. "Sir, moments before my
father, sorry, our father died he told me a well kept family secret." Simon
paused. His heart was pounding in his chest; the beads of sweat were
threatening to run like rivers off of his brow. "Gary and my father were
half brothers." Simon collapsed into his chair with a thud. The social
worked went over and made sure he was ok.
	"Son, if this link between your father and your foster father can be
proved, then I will gladly keep you all together as one family. But, it has
to be proven beyond all reasonable doubt." The judge turned to the social
workers and expressed his displeasure that he hadn't been informed of this
potential family tie until now.
	The judge decided that in the interim, both Michael and Simon should stay
with Gary and family as they had obvious settled in well and any unnecessary
disruption of Simon's schooling was to be avoided.
	With the court adjourned, the family left. Robert was just as surprised as
his mother with the revelation that Simon had made in court.
	"You know that our connection will be almost impossible to prove. Don't
you?" Gary said to Simon as they walked across the car park.
	"I know, but I couldn't bear to be separated from Robby or any of you. We
are meant to be together. I know we are!" Simon replied.
	"Dad, is it legal for cousins to ... you know?" Robert asked.
	"Only if they are of the age of consent, which in this case is still 18."
Gary replied knowing exactly what was worrying Robert.
	"Oh." Was all Robert said in response.
	"So what has changed?" Simon asked him.
	"You're my cousin, we are related. Don't you see?" Robert stated nervously.
	"So what? What we have done so far has been illegal anyway so why should
this make any difference?" Robert's mood lightened immediately. He hadn't
though of that. He grabbed Simon by the arm causing him to swing round.
There, right in the middle of the car park, Robert wrapped his arms around
his cousin, his lover and hugged him tight. Simon responded, but a slight
cough from Gary stopped them both as they were about to kiss. All they could
do now was wait and see what the final decision would be.

	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.