Date: Wed, 01 Jul 1998 21:23:24 GMT
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Story - Simon-03


WARNING:

This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys of similar
ages.  If this is not to your tastes, please leave now!

The author copyrights this story. For your enjoyment a single copy had been 
placed here. Please do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or other web-
sites without permission of the author.

The characters in this story are fictional and any resemblance to people,
living or otherwise, is purely coincidental. The mention of Scouting is in
no way a reflection on the Associations in any country and any activities
that they may or may not participate in. It is used purely to embellish the
story line.

To understand this part of Robert and Simon's on-going story better, I
suggest you read Simon-01 and 2 first.

Classification: bt mast minimal anal

Simon's Story
Part 3:  After Camp

	The boys arrived back home. There was a lot of laughing and joking
as they unloaded the truck. At one point Robert was standing with his hands
in the air when he felt some thing or some one brush across his back
side. He turned and there was Simon standing right behind him with a big
grin on his face. Robert felt his boyhood stiffen and blush spread across
his face.
	"Look, Robert's got a cherry on!" James shouted in his shrill
voice. This only made Robert redder as the rest of the boys started
laughing at him.
	Robert grabbed a handful of kit off the truck and headed for the
stores. He was angry with Simon for embarrassing him. Simon followed him in
carrying some tent poles. He hadn't noticed Robert in the corner until it
was too late. As he bent to put the poles into the drum where they were
kept, there was an almighty whack. Simon let out a yell of pain as he stood
up quickly. His bum felt like it was on fire. Robert just stood there with
a sauce pan in his hand.
	"That'll teach you to embarrass me in front of every one!"
	"I didn't mean to. It just sort of happened." Simon replied as his
eyes started to puff up but it was too late. Robert was heading out of the
door back towards the truck. Neither boy said much after that to each
other.
	"Robert, what's wrong with Simon?" Thomas innocently asked. He had
missed Robert's cherry.
	"He played with fire and got his fingers burned!" Robert said
abruptly.
	"Well you had best get back in the stores before any one else sees
him crying or questions will be asked." It was too late.
	"Robert get yourself in the Den NOW!" Skip yelled. Robert dumped
the load he was carrying and headed off. As he entered the Den he saw Simon
stood by the window, his eyes full of tears with clean silvery streaks
running down his face.
	"What's going on you two?" Skip asked staring hard at Robert.
	"Ask him. He started it!"
	"I'm asking you!" It was at that point he knew Simon's Scouting
future lay in the palm of his hand. Despite how he felt at that moment
Robert knew he didn't want to loose his best friend, their relationship
meant more than the world to him. He just stood there dumb as his mind
raced to find an excuse that wouldn't compromise his friend.
	"Well? I am waiting?"
	"He tickled me while I was at the back of the truck." Robert paused
for a moment as his mind raced. "So I whacked him with my hand." Robert
looked at the floor feeling very sorry for himself.
	Skip looked at both of them, carefully looking at their eyes and
faces trying to decide weather to believe him or not.
	"We've all had a good camp, now you BOTH spoil it by pratting
about. You will both spend 4 weeks cleaning the hall after each meeting
when we start back in September. Now get out and help with the unloading."
	The Robert turned towards the door and Simon followed him. Skip
just sat there, he knew some thing had happened and didn't really believe
the explanation he had received. As the boys walked through the hall Simon
grabbed Robert by the arm and dragged him into the kitchen.
	"What did you say that for?" He asked.
	"What do you think would have happened if I told him you had felt
my arse and I got a boner?"
	Simon grinned and put his arms around Robert. "Thanks mate. You are
being more careful with my secret than I am." He pushed himself against the
door, closing it and kissed Robert on the cheek. They parted after a few
seconds, the best of friends again. It wasn't long before the unloading was
completed and the boys were heading for home. Robert's parents were still
away so he went home with Simon. It didn't take long for Simon to hog the
bath, so Robert, as resourceful as ever, jumped into the shower.
	There was a knock on the door. "Are you two boys alright or do you
need some help?" The boys answered simultaneously. Unfortunately one said
yes and the other said no.
	"Was that a yes or a no?" The boys looked at each other. Both were
full of mischief. "I need my back scrubbing." Simon shouted.
	"Me too." Robin joined in. It only took a few seconds before their
bluff was called and in came Simon's mum laughing as she entered.
	"I can't do much with you in the shower. Hop in the bath with
Simon." Robert reddened slightly as he turned the shower off and slipped
into the bath. Several minutes later both boys were sat in the bath with
scrupulously clean and well massaged backs. Simon's mum just knelt on the
floor at the side of the bath remembering how she used to bathe Simon when
he was younger. She had forgotten how much she used to enjoy it. Without
thinking she held up the first towel and said "Who's first?" Robert
reddened slightly again but jumped as Simon dug him in the back. He stood
up and the towel was wrapped around him. "I'm sure you can manage the next
bit yourself." She said as she returned back to the present as Robert
stepped out of the bath onto the bath mat. Simon stood up before his mother
was ready for him. "Do you have no shame, young man?"
	"Not these days. Not when I have my best friend and my mother to
look after me." She blushed slightly as Simon wrapped his arms around his
mother and gave her a long kiss on the cheek. During the kiss he winked at
Robert. Robert took his meaning straight away and joined Simon by kissing
her on the other cheek. Robert's towel fell to the floor as he put his arms
around Simon's mother, she responded by wrapping her arms around them both
and gently patting them on their bare bottoms. Simon's mum released the
boys and headed back to the safety of the kitchen.  Tears of joy were
creeping down her cheeks as she left. The boys hugged each other before
drying off and dressing ready for tea.
	Mike, Simon's dad, arrived home shortly afterwards and they all sat
down around the kitchen table together. It's not surprising really that the
main topic of conversation was camp and how they had been named the "Water
Babies". The memory of this soon brought back the pictures of the little
lad with the baseball cap. Both boys immediately became very subdued as
they remembered how he looked and the battle he was fighting against
cancer. The story took quite a bit of extracting from the boys, who had
both, secretly, resolved to do some thing to help children in a similar
position.
	Later that night as Simon lay in bed and Robert lay in his sleeping
bag next to him, the boys started talking about the lad and how they felt
about what they had seen and been told. It wasn't long before both boys
were in floods of tears with their arms wrapped around each other.
	The following morning when Mike looked in on the boys. They were
both cuddled up still holding on to each other. Mike wasn't sure but he
felt, some how, that Robert's dad may have to face the same problem with
his son as he had to just a few short weeks ago. But he said nothing.
	Simon awoke a little later and being a Sunday he knew his parents
would be out, his dad at football and his mum at church. He gently started
stroking Robert's hair out of his eyes and stroking his cheeks. There, not
more than 10cm away from him was some one he loved as much as he loved his
parents. It was more than brotherly love, much more. It was starting to
dawn on him that he loved Robert more as a partner than anything else. He
knew too that Robert loved him as a brother but there seemed to be more to
it. He wasn't sure exactly how Robert felt but some of the things he had
said and done on camp seemed to add up to more, much more but he couldn't
be sure. He had to find a way to get the boy laying on the bed next to him
to open up about his true feelings. Simon was sure Robert was a kindred
spirit that had yet to awaken and the last thing he wanted to do was to
hurt him in anyway.
	Robert started to stir. His eyes flickered open and a big smile
spread across his face. "What's wrong?" He questioned Simon who had been
caught deep in thought about his best friend.
	"Oh." Simon started. "Nothing. I was just thinking."
	"What about?" Robert picked up on Simon's serious tone straight
away.
	"About us." Simon tried to reply lightly but failed.
	"What about us?"
	"It's nothing. Just about how close we seem to be getting. That's
all."
	"Yea, we are aren't we. Do you think anyone suspects we've been,"
there was a pause while Robert thought the right words to use, "fooling
around."
	"You think we've been fooling around." Simon said feeling hurt.
	"No. I just don't know how to describe it without making it sound
tacky or bad. That's all."
	"How about expressing our love for each other?" Simon offered. He
knew immediately that he had put his friend in a tight spot.
	Robert just lay there thinking for several minutes. "What are you
trying to make me say?"
	"Nothing that is not true. We both know there is more to us than
just being very close friends don't we? But you don't seem to want to
accept it."
	Robert turned his back on Simon. He could feel his emotions
building inside him, the secret he hadn't told anyone, not even Simon
seemed on the verge of disclosure. A secret he felt was bigger than both of
them. Simon gently laid his hand on Robert's bare shoulder and rolled him
back so that he was facing him again. He could see a look of fear in his
eyes. But fear of what?
	"There's something you haven't told me, isn't there?" Robert just
shrugged his shoulders.  "Come on. What is it? You know you can trust me,
even with your life." Simon felt he was digging a hole that could
jeopardise their whole relationship. But he needed answers from
Robert. Answers that would also effect their relationship. Robert hugged
him closely resting his head on Simon's shoulder.
	"I love you!" He whispered almost unperceptibley in Simon's ear.
	"I know but there's more to it than that."
	"I mean," there was a long pause, "I really love you." Robert said
as he turned Simon's head and gave him a long tonguing kiss.
	"Are you coming out to me, Robert?" Simon asked cautiously.
	Robert rolled over again, unable to look his friend, his lover in
the eyes. "Yes." He answered just as quietly. He felt guilty about not
being completely honest with him. Simon wormed his arm under Robert's
shoulder and wrapped himself round him from behind. Hugging him
tightly. "You won't tell anyone will you?"
	"You know me better than that." Simon replied feeling a little hurt
at the request.
	"Go on. Promise!"
	"I promise."
	"That was the hardest thing I will ever ask you to do for me. It
gets much easier once you have admitted it to yourself." Robert just lay
there crying quietly not only with relief but also disbelief at just how
easily his lover had got his deepest secret out of him.
	"How long have you known?" Simon asked curiously.
	"I found out for definite on camp but I guessed about three or four
months ago."
	"That's why you were so supportive when I came out to my parents."
	"No!" Robert said as he turned to face Simon. "I have been longing
and hoping for months and when you came out I really wanted to tell you but
with all that was going on I was scared. I didn't want to face the sort of
problems you did. I couldn't have."
	"You know you're going to have to some time. Just don't make the
mistake I did and blurt it out. Prepare the ground first."
	"But how?"
	"We're going to have to think about that very carefully." There was
a short pause. "You know they will also accuse me of turning you, don't
you."
	"We've already been through all of that with them when we read that
book." Robert stressed the last statement.
	"I know. I know. But we both know what adults can be like."
	"Have you still got that book?" Simon asked Robert with a note of
optimism in his voice?"
	"Yea. Why?"
	"If they see us reading it and we can arouse their interest then
may be, we might just lead them to the right conclusion."
	"It's a bit of a long shot isn't it?" Robert questioned.
	"I know, but we can do a little steering also."
	Robert grinned as he slipped out of his sleeping bag and into bed
beside Simon. Simon could feel Robert's excitement as he slid down next to
him.
	"Do me." Came a quiet voice in Simon's ear. Simon started to slide
under the covers.
	"No!" Came a frustrated voice.
	"Do me properly."
	"You mean," there was a pause.
	"Yea. I mean properly." Simon looked at Robert's face. He was
deadly serious. Robert looked back at Simon. He saw a nervous, almost
scared boy laying there looking back at him.
	"I don't think I can. I'm scared!"
	"Not as scared as me."
	"I wouldn't take bets on that!"
	"Are you boys awake?" Came the shout from down stairs. The boys
froze. Foot steps came bounding up the stairs. The boys started to panic,
then the door flew open. There in the doorway stood Robert's younger
brother. His mouth was agape with a shocked expression on his face. Up
until now, he knew nothing about Simon. Their parents had been keen to keep
him out of it.  Suddenly he turned and ran. The boys jumped out of bed and
chased after him, not a stitch of clothing between them. As they reached
the landing, half way down the stairs, they both froze.  There right in
front of them, coming up, was Mike, Simon's dad. He stopped in his tracks.
	Despite his earlier suspicions, he still had a look of shock and
surprise on his face indicating clearly to both boys that trouble was
heading their way. All three of them just stood still and stared at each
other.
	"Back to your room, both of you." Mike said calmly having regained
control of himself. The boys knew better than to argue. They both knew
about his temper, something Simon had inherited.  The boys reached for some
clothes.
	"No. Just stay as you are for the moment." There was a long pause
as Mike gathered his thoughts.
	"Dad." Simon started but was cut short.
	"Don't say a word. Not a word." There was another pause. "Robert
answer me one question, honestly. Did Simon force you in to this or." He
stopped mid-sentence. "Or are you in this out of choice?"
	Robert just sat there shaking like a leaf. The situation was too
intense for him. Simon hugged Robert to himself. It was his turn to do the
supporting.
	"Don't just stand their lad. Were you forced into this?"
	Robert wriggled free of Simon's hold and stood up straight, despite
the tears still rolling down his cheeks. "This is my choice." He said as
his voice wavered. Then turning to Simon promptly gave him a big kiss on
the lips. Simon just responded with a shock expression at his
temerity. Mike just stood there staring in disbelief.
	"Are you saying you are in love with my son?"
	The boys looked at each other and nodded, yes, as they slowly
turned to face Mike they put an arm around each other. What ever was going
to happen, was going to happen to them both.
	"You're sure Simon hasn't forced you?"
	"I knew about me before he told me about himself. It's as if we
were meant to be together.  Do you know what I mean?" Mike sat down on the
bed, stunned. The boys sat either side of him.
	"I suspected as much. You have been growing very close together
over the past few weeks.  Tell me, when did Simon find out?"
	"About an hour ago. He as good as forced me to tell him. I think he
suspected it too." Robert said, now much calmer.
	"I started suspecting Robert was gay on camp and he came out to me
earlier this morning.  We were trying to work out the best way of telling
you all when his brother barged in."
	"Shit! I had forgotten about him. You two get dressed and come
down. I'll have a talk to him if it isn't already too late."
	"Mike, can you do me a favour?"
	"That depends on the favour."
	"Let me tell dad, myself."
	"I can't promise, it may already be too late, but I will do what I
can."
	"Thanks." Robert said. With that Mike headed off downstairs and the
boys quickly dressed before heading down too. They heard voices in the
living room and found Mike sitting with Robert's younger brother.
	"Robbie, what were you doin' with Simon?"
	"We. Er. I was comforting him. He wasn't very happy. He was missing
our pals from camp.  That's all. Why?" Robert answered nervously.
	"Oh. I thought you were playing our game."
	"I couldn't do that. It's our game isn't it." Robert got a
concerned look from Mike.
	"What game's that?" Mike asked.
	"I don't know what he calls it, but I call it tiddley winkles. It's
fun."
	"Can I play it too?"
	"No silly. Its our game. We play it at bath time and our bath
isn't big enough for all of us."
	"Go on let me play." Mike teased as he tried to find out more.
	"No. It's our game. Only we can play it." At that the younger boy
stood up and walked over to his brother and gave him a hug.
	"Simon take little'un into the kitchen and get him a drink. Will
you." The look on Mike's face told Simon to refuse at his peril.
	"Come on." Simon said beckoning as they headed out to the kitchen.
	"What the hell have you been up to?"
	"Nothing. He likes me to wash him when he has a bath and some times
he gets a stiffy.  That's all." Robert replied.
	"Come on. I wasn't born yesterday!"
	"Honest. He points it at his feet and it makes a splash as it pops
back up. His tiddley winkle." Mike had been studying Robert's face closely
for a few moments when Simon reappeared.
	"There you go. Now be careful not to spill it." Simon glanced at
Robert's face then his dad's.  "What is it? What did he do?"
	"Don't worry son. Just remember I know more than I am telling, for
the moment anyway.  But Robert has to tell his dad today!" Mike left the
room. There was no room for discussion and both of the older boys knew
exactly what he was talking about. Simon's mum entered the room and sat on
the sofa.
	"What's up with you two?" She asked. "You look too serious for
someone of your age."
	"Dad's given Robert an ultimatum." Simon answered.
	"Oh, and what's that?"
	"I can't say at the moment." Robert replied nodding his head in his
brother's direction.
	"Does it concern Simon?"
	"Sort of, but not directly."
	"I'm not in the mood for riddles. Spit it out lad."
	"Simon can you look after him while I talk to your mum?"
	"Rob-ert." Simon said in a long drawn out voice. "I should be with
you, not playing nurse maid."
	"I know, but little ears has a big mouth." Robert told him.
	"Ok. Let's go out and play shall we?"
	"Is Robbie coming too?"
	"He'll be out in a minute." The two lads went out into the back
garden. Robert sat there. He now realised just how much courage Simon had
needed when he spoke to his mum.
	"Do you remember that day?" He started. His voice had a nervous
quaver to it.
	"You're still talking in riddles."
	"You know, the day Simon told you about himself."
	"Yes. . . Oh no, you're not are you?" Robert knelt on the floor in
front of her and wrapped his arms around her holding her tight. He was
shaking like a leaf again.
	"I suspected it before Simon told you about himself. It wasn't
until camp that I finally became sure about me."
	"Oh my God!" There was a pause as she gently stroked the back of
Robert's head comforting him in much the same way she had her own son only
a few weeks before.
	"Who else knows?"
	"Only you, Mike and Simon. That was the ultimatum. I think Mike
thinks I have been fiddling with my own brother."
	She gently tilted his head back and looked deep into his
eyes. "Have you?"
	"No! Why doesn't anyone believe me?"
	"It's ok. I had to be sure. You'll understand when you are
older. So what was the ultimatum?"
	"I have to tell my mum and dad today or he will." At that point
Mike walked into the room.
	"I take it he has told you his news from camp."
	"What's this about an ultimatum?"
	"It is better that he tells his dad than he finds out from someone
else. Isn't it?"
	"Yes, but some thing like that needs careful timing or who knows
what might happen."
	"Don't remind me. If I don't push things along who knows when he
will tell or possibly who might tell, besides, I think he's been playing
with his little brother."
	"I think you are wrong there."
	"YOU ARE WRONG!" Robert burst out. "I have never touched him!"
Robert broke down again and buried his face in Simon's mum's lap. Simon,
who had just returned from the garden, knelt behind Robert and wrapped his
arms around his friend hugging him tight. Robert turned his attentions to
Simon and returned his embrace. At that moment Robert's younger brother
entered the room with their parents.
	"What's up son?" Robert's dad asked. His voice was full of
concern. When Robert didn't answer him he turned to Mike.
	"What's going on? What's wrong with Robert?" He asked again.
	"I'LL TELL HIM!" Robert shouted at Mike before he even had a chance
to open his mouth.  "I said I would, and I will."
	"What the hell is going on here?" His father asked more forcefully.
	"Sit down dad." Robert said from his position on the floor still
wrapped in Simon's arms.  The tears were still rolling down his cheeks. His
father had sat down on the settee next to his mum.  Robert stood up and
slowly walked across the room towards them. Simon followed close behind.
	"Please don't say anything until I have finished." He said as he
sat half on his father's lap and half on his mother's. "This isn't easy for
me to say." Robert started.
	"You're gay." Robert's dad said quietly and calmly. Robert and
Simon both looked at him with expressionless faces.
	"How did you know?"
	"I've suspected it ever since the night you were with Simon in our
bathroom. Your body gave you away as you stood Simon up. You popped out
through the fly in your boxers." Robert was absolutely speechless. He
released Simon and turned back to his parents. He was immediately hugged
and kissed. There was no hesitation what so ever. Mike stood there amazed
at his friend's response to the situation and a little ashamed of his
response to his son when he first found out.
	They all spent what was left of the afternoon together. There was
some discussion about the situation and the future but the hardest part of
all was telling Robert's younger brother. He took it well. Especially when
he announced he had seen Robert and Simon "playing together". Naturally,
both boys were shocked. They thought they had been so careful.
	Both families slept well that night, especially Robert who had
faced one of the hardest days of his young life only to find his news was
old news.
	Robert slept late the following morning and awoke to a
surprise. His younger brother was curled up in bed beside him. His mind
raced. He lifted his hands out from under the covers and just lay there.
	"Can we play games like you and Simon do?"
	"Sorry mate. Those games are for me and Simon. We'll just settle
for tiddley winkles."  Robert replied trying hard not to upset his brother.
	"Ok." There was a short pause. "I love you Robbie."
	"And I love you too, squirt." The two boys were just laying there
next to each other when their father came in.
	"Here's some tea for you both." He said as he put the two mugs down
on the bed side table.  Despite all of the recent events he was still
perfectly comfortable for the two boys to be alone together like this.
	" I've got to go shopping with your mother. We'll probably be gone
for a couple of hours. Do you think you can behave yourselves until we get
back?"
	"Sure. I am off to play at Tommy's." Squirt said as he slid out of
bed and headed back to his own room.
	"I'll walk him round on my way to Simon's."
	"You're a good lad." His dad paused for a couple of
seconds. "Robert, I'm not going to lecture you son. Please, be
careful. Despite " he paused again. "Despite every thing, your mother and I
love both of you very much and we don't want anything to happen to either
of you. Do you understand?"
	"Thanks dad." Robert responded as he sat up and gave his dad a big
hug. With that his dad left. Robert just laid there for a couple of minutes
before sliding out of bed and getting ready to go round to Simon's.
	He left Squirt at Tommy's and as he turned into Simon's road he was
almost knocked over by Simon as he ran hell for leather away from his
house.
	"What's wrong? Why are you running?" Robert asked him. As Simon
looked up, Robert's heart seemed to miss a beat. Simon had a black eye and
his lip was bleeding. "What the fuck happened to you?"
	Simon grabbed Robert by the arm and almost dragged him away, back
towards Robert's house. He didn't say a word but kept looking back over his
shoulder.
	"What is it? What's going on?"
	"Wait 'till we are at your place." Simon said. He was still
breathing hard. They could hear shouting. It was getting louder.
	"Quick." Robert said. "Over the wall." The boys scrambled over the
6 foot wall as best they could. They landed on a concrete path that ran
across the bottom of a row of gardens behind some terraced houses. They ran
on and ducked up an access path that came out in the middle of the row.  It
was a short cut that Robert had used on several occasions. Robert unlocked
his front door and they dashed in locking it behind them.
	"What the fuck did you do to them? Who are they?"
	"You remember the night, on camp, when we slipped into the PL's
tent and caught them?  Simon explained. "Well, it was those two and a
couple of their mates. They started pushing me around so I decked one of
them and hinted about what I had seen. The bastard just hit me straight in
the face."
	"Let's get you sorted out. Get your shirt off and go up to the
bathroom so I can clean you up."
	Simon did as his friend told him to. He winced a couple of times as
he lifted his T-shirt up.  Robert gasped as he saw some bruises on Simon's
back and side.
	"Jesus!" Was all Robert said. Simon's back had a couple of red
marks on it, both were about the size of a fist but there was also a large
bruise, mainly shades of black and blue but had a yellowish tinge around
the periphery that disappeared down below the waist band of his jeans.
Robert helped Simon off with his shirt which revealed several more punch
sized red marks.
	"I think running might have been a better alternative this time."
Robert was trying to cheer himself up as much as Simon. They headed off up
to the bathroom. Robert cleaned Simon's face up and looked his split lip
over. It was more messy than damaged.
	"I think that needs some TLC." Robert said as he proceeded to kiss
it better. Simon tried to respond but his other injuries caused him to
wince a bit. Gently but firmly Robert stood Simon up and started to
unfasten his jeans.
	"Come on mate. I'm a bit sore for that at the moment."
	"Sh." Robert continued to remove Simon's jeans. Moving round behind
him he gently pulled the waist of his shorts down at the back. The bruise
was about the size of his hand. It worried him slightly.
	"Was this a kick or a punch?" Robert enquired.
	"What?" Came the answer.
	"This." Robert replied as he gently touched Simon's back near the
centre of the bruise.
	"Ow! Take it easy." Simon paused for a second or two. "Don't laugh!
I did that when I fell backwards against a car when I was trying to get
away." Robert just chuckled.
	"Sit down for a minute while I run you a hot bath."
	"What's that for?"
	"It'll help to relax you. You're tight from the beating you took
and I want to make sure the rest of you is alright."
	"You know Rob' you'll make some one a fine mother someday."
	The comment passed Robert by as he was adjusting the water
temperature in the bath and added some bath salts. When he was satisfied he
stood Simon up and removed his shorts taking the opportunity to gently
caress and fondle his friend. He was greeted with the expected response.
	"Just lay there and relax. I'll be back up in a couple of minutes."
Robert disappeared down stairs. Simon just lay there relaxing and enjoying
the sensations of the water hugging his skin.
	"Here. Drink this." Robert said as he handed Simon a cup of tea. He
sat up a little as he took the tea. It was then he noticed his friend was
now naked also.
	"What's this then?" He joked as he grabbed Robert's favourite toy
and pulled it gently towards him.
	"You didn't think I was going to waste this opportunity did you? We
have the house to ourselves." Both boys grinned impishly as Robert climbed
into the bath and just sat there chatting for a while. Heads at opposite
end. Occasionally, one would tease the other between the legs with a toe or
two but mostly they just lay there. By the time Robert climbed out of the
bath, about 30 minutes later, Simon was starting to nod off. After he had
dried himself he pulled the plug chain and the water started to empty away.
	"Come on sleepy head. It's time to get out." Robert teased as he
gently fondled and played with Simon. Simon stood up lazily and Robert
dried him off from top to toe missing nowhere out.  Once dry the boys
headed for Robert's room and closed the door. The collapsed in a tangle of
arms and legs on the bed as they expressed their love for each other. Their
passion mounted quickly as did their boy hoods.
	"I meant what I said about doing me. You know that don't you?"
Robert reminded Simon.
	"I know. I just don't think I am ready for that yet. We have plenty
of time, lets just take our time and have fun before we get too serious."
Simon replied.
	Robert felt disappointed at his friends response but didn't want to
push him. Instead, he started massaging his friend's backside. Gently
needing and stoking it and his back. Simon was purring like a satisfied
kitten which made Robert very happy. Simon wriggled round until they lay
top to tail. He opened his mouth and Robert knew it wouldn't be too long
before he gave his lover a sample. He started teasing Simon with his
tongue. Every new contact caused Simon to shudder. It was playing hell with
the rhythm he had set up but that only meant he would have to wait a little
longer for his reward.
	Robert got a little braver and started exploring further down and
back up the other side of his friend with his tongue. Simon let out a loud
groan as Robert found a special and sensitive place.  He started to fondle
and kneed his friends buttocks while his tongue continued exploring. Simon,
by now, was incapable of doing anything. The pleasure his friend was
generating in him was rapidly driving him wild. His head was starting to
spin, his eyes were a little blurred but most of all, he was finding it
hard to breath. He gasped. The pleasure now had a slightly different feel
to it. There was a funny pain too. Not the hurt sort of pain but a
pleasurable pain. It suddenly dawned on him what Robert was up to. It was
too late. He groaned again as his sight blurred into a multicoloured light
display. He knew too that his friend had found out how to really please him
but unfortunately, it also meant that they were both now covered in his
release.
	Simon started to come down from his high. He still had that tight
feeling in his backside but could see his lover's face grinning widely back
at him.
	"Well. How was it?" Robert asked.
	"It was wild. Oh, sorry about the mess." They both smiled at each
other. "Where did you learn to do that?"
	"From you. You remember, on camp, with the PL and his mate." Both
of them chucked at the pun as the memory of the night when they watched the
PL and APL. "You said to use your finger first. Remember?"
	"I remember alright. I also remember what comes next." There
looking back at him was Robert's eyes. Begging eyes.
	"Can I. Please?" Simon just lay there. He must have thought about
it for to long. He felt Robert's finger move, inside him. He let out an
involuntary groan.
	"Are you sure? It's the turning point in our relationship. It's a
serious step." Robert just nodded. Simon's response was to raise his
backside slightly to make it easier. Robert shuffled round without removing
his finger nearly causing Simon to go over the edge again.
	Robert started gently nibbling and kissing before he moved over the
top. He kissed the back of Simon's neck causing him to shiver. He felt the
finger leave only to be replace by something a little thicker. Robert
groaned a couple of times.
	"Hold it a moment." Simon asked. It was starting to get
uncomfortable. Robert started easing back. "Hold it there for a moment." He
said again. There was a pause for a short while. "Go on, do it now." Simon
let out a muffled scream as Robert pushed hard. The moment he heard the
scream he froze. Fear filled his heart. He was sure he had hurt his friend
which was the last thing he wanted to do.
	"I'm ok." Simon reassured Robert. "Just take it slower and more
gently." Robert started pushing again but more gently. They both felt
reassured as they came into full contact. Robert just lay still on Simon
for a couple of minutes.
	"Are you just going to lay there or what?" Simon asked. It was then
that he saw the expression on Robert's face. It was all screwed up as if he
was in pain. "What's wrong?"
	"It hurts Si. It hurts."
	"I know. It's doesn't feel much like fun down here either. Do you
think we should stop?"
	With that Simon felt the weight on his back ease. He groaned as
Robert pulled back.
	"Sorry. Did I hurt you again?"
	"No. Do that again will you." The weight on his back grew again as
he released another groan.
	"Hey, that feels better. What did you do?"
	"Nothing. It must have been you." Robert started a gentle push-pull
motion as Simon's groans grew louder and more frequent. Suddenly Robert
push forwards hard and fast and just held tight onto his lover. There was
another strange feeling in Simon.
	"Did you . . ."
	"Yeah came a satisfied voice form on his shoulder." As he collapsed
into a heap and just lay there. Simon turned slightly and propped himself
up on one elbow causing Robert to fall off. The bed bounced slightly as his
weight hit the mattress. All Simon could see was a beaming smile. He turned
to face the Robert and was greeted by the biggest and longest tonguing kiss
he had ever had.  Both of them just lay there for what seemed like hours
wrapped in each others embrace.
	"We had best get cleaned up. They'll go potty if they catch us like
this." Simon said not really wanting to break the embrace but knew time was
getting on.
	"Yea." Was all that Robert said.
	Simon got up off the bed and picked Robert up in his arms. He lay
there like a rag doll as he was carried into the bathroom. After opening
the shower door Simon turned Robert so that he was now upright and cuddled
him into the shower. There was a loud scream from both of them as the
sudden burst of cold water hit the boys but Simon held him fast. The water
started to warm up as Robert started to liven up. 10 minutes later both
boys were dressed and sitting down stairs watching the TV as Robert's
parents came in.
	Robert was sat there deep in thought. His mind was full of what
they had just done. He felt really good about the pleasure he had
experienced but did Simon really feel the same or was he just saying he
did? Robert started to feel guilty, he felt now that he had forced Simon
into their most recent experience. He felt guilty about what he had done
but he also felt very happy that their relationship was starting to
develop, but was it developing too fast?
	" Robert. Robert. Earth to Robert, come in Robert!"
	"Uh. What. Oh. Hi dad. I didn't see you come in." Robert replied.
	"You were miles away. Was it good?" Robert immediately went the
colour of a ripe cherry, his face, his neck, every where. Simon's
expression immediately dropped as his concern about Robert's parents
finding out about how they had just expressed their love for each other.
	"Don't tell me. I don't want to know." Robert's dad said in
response to his sons reaction. He guessed that the boys had been up to
something but didn't dare speculate. Despite his feelings and loyalty
towards his son the thought of what he could get up to, or had even got up
to revolted him.  How the hell did I ever get a son like him he wondered
but he was still his son and, despite his own feelings, he was still going
to support him all he could. He knew hard times were coming but didn't
quite know when.
	Robert stood up and went after his father. He found him in the
kitchen.
	"Dad." Robert said as he put his arm around him, "I'm sorry I am a
disappointment to you, I know you wanted grand children and all that but
the squirt can still do all that for you. I can't help the way I am."
Robert's dad looked at him. He had a disappointed expression on his face.
	"I know son. I guess it is just as hard for me to come to terms
with it as it was for you and Simon." He returned his sons hug and without
realising it started to gently pat Robert on the bottom.  Both of their
moods lightened and after making some tea returned to Simon who was sat
alone watching the TV. They sat down, one either side of Simon.
	"Right boys," he started, "I want you to just listen to what I have
to say and don't interrupt until I have finished." The boys just looked at
him. His face was straight and serious. "There is nothing I can do to alter
the way you feel about each other despite how I feel. So rather than try
and stop you " he paused trying to say the words that just wouldn't come
out, "I, I feel we need some ground rules. They are quite simple. I don't
want any goings on with other boys, not in this house."  He looked at each
of them in turn. They sat there stunned. He continued "You can only enjoy
yourselves when no one else is around and " he raised his voice slightly to
emphasise his last rule, "YOUR BROTHER ROBERT, IS NOT TO BE INVOLVED IN
ANYTHING I COULDN'T, SHOULDN'T OR WOULDN'T DO! Is that clear?" Both boys
nodded yes as he shook their hands in turn. He stood up, picked up his tea
and left the room.
	"Did he just say what I think he did?" Simon asked.
	"I'm not sure. He didn't say we couldn't, um, canoudle but neither
did he say we could."
	"What?"
	"He didn't say we could have fun, but he didn't say we couldn't
either. He's not normally this vague. I'll go and ask him what he meant."
Robert started to stand up but Simon stopped him.
	"Don't be such an insensitive plonker. He was embarrassed." Simon
said.
	"No he wasn't, he didn't go red like we do."
	"You don't have to go red when you get embarrassed. Have you never
had that funny uncomfortable feeling inside you?"
	"You mean like when I made to much noise that night at camp and
James and Thomas giggled because they knew pretty well what we were doing?"
	"Now you're getting the idea." Simon said as he put his arm around
Robert's shoulder and gently stroked his chest. He gently pulled Robert to
him and kissed him on the lips. Robert froze for a moment and then
responded more passionately. There was a noise that sounded like someone
clearing their throat. The boys broke off and looked at the door. There
standing right in the door way was Robert's dad.
	"Didn't I make myself clear?" He said with a hard stare at the
boys.
	"Yes. I was demonstrating a point to Robert." Simon said as he
turned to face the other boy.  "How do you feel know?" Robert just curled
up and tried to hide his face. The point had been driven home completely
and unforgettably.
	After sitting and watching TV for a while, Simon got ready to
leave. They both stood up and headed towards the front door. They quickly
looked around before they kissed goodbye. Simon left leaving Robert very
confused. Everything that had happened had happened to fast for him to
really understand. He headed up to his room and closed the door.
	He flopped on the bed and just stared at the ceiling. Why didn't he
feel really happy? He had popped his cherry and his dad hadn't put a stop
to their activities. Why didn't he feel right? He closed his eyes and the
pictures from that afternoon came flooding back. It wasn't long before he
had to ditch his trousers, and the rest of his clothes for that matter, and
just lay there on his bed, toy in hand thinking about how he had shown his
love towards Simon that afternoon. His hand felt good but no where as good
as Simon earlier.
	There was a gentle knock at the door. He flipped the bed spread
over his naked body and shouted, "Come in." His dad opened the door, and
walked across to the bed closing the door behind him.
	"What's up son? There's some thing wrong. I know there is?"
	"It's hard to explain without telling you about the things we
did. Dad."
	"Just try, if you don't, how can I help you?"
	"You know how much I love Simon and I enjoy everything we do
together but this afternoon I showed him just how much I love him. It felt
brilliant at the time, but now I'm not sure any more. Why?"
	"Did you decide to do it yourself or were you forced?"
	"If anything, I did the forcing." Robert sat up and hugged his dad
tight. He was also surprised at just how cool his dad was being about the
whole thing especially after what he had just told him.
	"I think that may be, just may be, you forced yourself as much as
you might have done Simon. Your body may have wanted it but I don't think
your mind was ready." Robert thought deeply about his father's words for a
couple of minutes. He didn't even notice his dad putting his great strong
arms around him and returning his hug.
	"Thanks dad." Robert said as he realised Simon had been right the
day before when he said he wasn't ready to commit the one act that would
have shown Robert just how much he loved him despite the fact that he truly
loved him as deeply as Robert loved Simon.
	Robert's mood brightened considerably. "Dad. Did you ever fool
around with any of your mates when you were young?" There was a look of
genuine surprise on his dad's face and Robert was sure he flushed slightly.
	"You know that scar across my back. The one just above my bottom."
	"Yes dad."
	"Well, not even your mother knows the truth about how I got it and
I want you to keep it that way. Promise?"
	"I promise." Robert shuffled round a bit leaving the bedspread
behind and exposing his naked body to his dad.
	"Well, I was about 14 when it happened. I was in our shed with
Mike. Oops. You didn't hear that bit. As I was saying. We were in the
shed. We had heard about wanking, masturbation that is, at school that day
from an older boy in the playground and had decided to try it. We were both
kneeling with out trousers and pants down really givin'-it-some when he
dared me to do him then he would do me. I had just started when his dad
came in. He went mental!" He glanced at his son who was sitting there
listening intently when he noticed his son's erection. "Cover it up please
son." He said nodding down at Robert's lap. Robert dragged the bedspread
back over his lap but all it did was to hide the detail, his excitement was
still obvious.
	"Where was I. . . Oh yes. His dad caught us or rather me doing his
son, who by this time was in seventh heaven. Any way, I snatched my hand
away; all he did was to continue until he was done. What a mess and in
front of his old man, too. His old man grabbed me by the hair and threw me
across the shed. He grabbed Mike and bent him over his work bench and held
him there while he removed his belt. He hit him with it 10 times. He was
screaming like a stuffed pig. His bum was redder than a beetroot. He gave
me the same but used the buckle end instead." He fidgeted as though the
memory still hurt. "We couldn't sit down for three days. When my dad heard,
he gave me another 5 for getting caught. Of course school found out about
it and we both got canned in front of our class. The older kid got his in
assembly the next morning."
	"Was it really Mike, Simon's dad?"
	"It was, but don't mention it to anyone, especially Simon. Mind
you, we did turn it to our advantage. The other boys wanted to see the
marks on our backsides, so we charged them a halfpenny a look." Robert
reach-up gently and turned his dad's head so that he was facing him and
gently leaned forwards and kissed him. His father immediately pulled back
misunderstanding Robert's intentions.
	"No dad I didn't mean it that way. It is the same as I do to mum."
	"Oh I see. Your chasing my wife as well are you?" He said trying
hard to keep a straight face.
	"No. No. Oh d-a-d." The last word raised and lowered in tone as he
drew it out. They both creased up with laughter. Their little chat ended up
with Robert getting a couple of playful slaps on his bare behind. He tried
to retaliate but failed miserably.
	Robert and Simon met up the following afternoon down at the small
park. They liked it there it was much quieter, it was used more by senior
citizens than young people. They were sat chatting about the normal sort of
topics when they saw James and Thomas enter through the path between some
houses on the other side of the park.
	"What are they up to?" Simon asked quizzically.
	"I don't know. Let's just watch them and see."
	The two younger boys headed off to Simon's right towards some
trees, quite a lot of trees in fact but they were crammed into a small area
creating quite a dense patch of woodland. After a furtive look around they
dashed into the trees thinking they had not been seen. Simon looked at
Robert and nodded in the direction of the trees. Robert just shrugged his
shoulders. Simon nodded again and they both stood up. They knew the wooded
area quite well. They had used it once or twice when they wanted to be
alone.
	Robert and Simon headed towards the nearer end and slipped inside
the trees. It took a few seconds for their eyes to get used to the sudden
change in light. Their hearing seemed to sharpen for those few seconds and
they could hear a discussion going on not too far off. Both voices were
high and a little squeaky.
	"I set you the dare, so you have to do it first."
	"You've got to do it too."
	"Yea but after you."
	"No both together!"
	"Chicken!"
	There was a rustling noise and then some giggles then all went
quiet. Robert and Simon crept closer avoiding the twigs that were laying on
the ground. There, not more than 6 feet away, on the other side of a bush
were Thomas and James. James was stood there completely naked. Well, except
for his trainers and socks. His maggot had taken the opportunity to pop up
and look at the scenery but that was probably due more to the slight breeze
that caressed it and the rest of his slight frame more than anything
else. Robert and Simon both had difficulty controlling the fit of giggles
that was slowly creeping up on them. Both of the older boys froze as Thomas
turned to face them, pulled his fly down and took a leek without even
suspecting that they were watching him and James.
	"Remember, you have to run right around the trees." Thomas said.
	"Yea, I know or I have to pay the penalty." James responded
sounding far from happy about the situation. There was a sudden rustle of
leaves and the sound of cracking twigs as James dashed out of the wood and
ran as fast as his legs could carry him. Simon suddenly whipped off his
sweat shirt and leapt through the bush. Wrapped Thomas's head tightly in
his shirt and dragged him backwards behind the bush again.
	"Keep your mouth shut and do as you are told or else." Simon said
in the deepest voice he could. "You." He said to Robert whilst signalling
him to keep quiet. "Get those clothes." Robert dashed off and grabbed the
clothes. Simon secured his sweatshirt around Thomas's head and threatened
him to stand very still or else. Thomas almost shit himself when he was
grabbed. He was convinced it was some weirdo and didn't want to get hurt.
	"Remove your clothes." The deep voiced Simon commanded. Thomas
obeyed some what nervously. Robert on the other hand was having a tough
time controlling his giggling fit. Simon kept staring hard at him. The now
almost naked Thomas was spun around several times before being walked to a
different part of the small wood.
	James returned. He was breathing hard. It was further round the
trees than he had imagined but atleast no one had shouted at him so he
thought he had got away with it. That is, until he discovered both Thomas
and his clothes were missing. He called for him several times but got no
reply. He too nearly shit himself when Robert who used the same technique
Simon had on Thomas grabbed him. James just stood there crying quietly and
shaking like a leaf. He was convinced his number was up.
	When Robert and the blindfolded James got to Simon and the now
kneeling Thomas, James was positioned in front of Thomas who was ordered to
suck. James tears soon changed to groans of pleasure as Thomas did
something he was getting very good at. James's young body spasmed and
Robert had to catch him as his knees gave way. Their roles were
reversed. Thomas too groaned as his pleasure mounted, it reached a peak and
he to was helped to the ground as his knees folded.
	"Naughty boys who run around naked and do dirty things to each
other in the wood get spanked and spanked good." Simon said in his deep
voice.
	"No! Please, No!" James pleaded.
	"Did you or did you not run around naked?" The deep voice asked.
	"Yes sir." James admitted nervously. "But you made us do the
other."
	"Extra spanks for arguing with me." Came the voice again.  Simon
laid his hand on Thomas's shoulder. "Bend over boy. Legs wide apart." He
said as he pushed down on Thomas's shoulder. Thomas was now resigned to the
fact that he was going to get a sore backside and tried hard to hide his
sniffing as his imagination started to run riot. In the mean time James had
also been bent over into much the same sort of position.
	"Whack him twice on each cheek but do it very gently." Simon
whispered to Robert so that the other two boys couldn't hear.
	"Are you two very naughty boys ready to receive your punishment?"
	"Yes sir." James answered in his squeaky but very scared voice.
	"Me too." Thomas replied. "Sir." He added as an after thought. Both
boys yelped as the first very soft almost loving pat connected with their
bare bottoms. They imagined the pain of course.  They yelped again as the
second landed. It too was just as gentle. Robert and Simon could no longer
contain their laughter and it erupted stronger and louder than any of the
yelps.
	Thomas suddenly twigged. He had been had, but who by. Simon
realising this immediately whipped off their blindfolds causing them both
to spin and fall over. Robert in the meantime had hidden their clothes.
	"YOU BASTARD!" Thomas yelled at the two older boys as he lay on the
ground looking up at them. James just creased up. The prank really appealed
to his sense of humour until he discovered that their clothes were no where
to be seen. Robert and Simon beat a hasty retreat and stopped about 50
metres outside the woods and just stood there laughing.
	"Where did you hide their clothes?" Simon asked. Robert just turned
round and showed him the bulge sticking out of the back of his shirt and
trousers. That was the last straw. The two boys just collapsed in a
heap. The two younger boys came out to join them. Simon and Robert had left
their sweatshirts behind. James was wearing one like a pair of crutchless
tights and Thomas had his legs coming out through the neck and used the
arms as a belt. This started the two older boys laughing again.
	Robert's laughter didn't last for long. James pounced on him
landing square on his chest and winded him slightly but that wasn't the
cause of his discomfort. James had grabbed the crutch of his trousers and
was squeezing tightly. Robert's eyes were starting to bulge as he threw
up. James leapt clear just in time. Robert now lay curled up in a tight
ball on the ground holding his painful balls.  James hadn't realised,
probably through his youth and inexperience just how painful this action
could be.
	Simon immediately started comforting Robert and trying to get him
to let him examine the damage. He stood no chance. The best he could do was
to cuddle and try and reassure him. James stood there scared to death
thinking he had seriously injured his friend. Robert stood up slowly.
Simon turned his attention to James. The way he felt at that moment he
could have battered him into next week. He was so angry his face was
red. He grabbed James by the arm and was just about to drop him on the spot
when two things happened at the same time. James used his Karate and caught
Simon in the diaphragm. He dropped like a ton of bricks fighting for
air. Robert shouted.
	"Stop. Don't hurt him." James assumed he was talking to him and
pulled his punch but not enough to stop Simon from kissing the deck. Simon
assumed he was talking to him and was relaxing his grip just as the blow
landed.
	"You had best get these on and get lost before he recovers." Robert
said as he threw their clothes at them. "Simon won't like that much and I
doubt Ill be able to save you if he turns nasty, which he will most
likely."
	"I'll drop these round tonight." Thomas said as both James and he
headed for cover in the woods prior to getting dressed and high tailing it
out of there. It was Robert's turn to comfort Simon. He was indeed in a
foul mood and cursed and swore at the now absent James before swearing
vengeance. Simon picked himself up off the ground with Robert's help and
the two sore boys walked back to Robert's. Neither of them said much but
both were thinking along similar lines.
	When they got back to Robert's they had a surprise. Both Mike and
Simon's mum were there. They were all sat talking in the living room as the
boys entered.
	"What have we done now?" Simon asked the gathering.
	"You tell us." Mike answered before anyone else had a chance to
speak. The other parents caught on to his tactic very quickly.
	"Nothing." Robert replied as he tried hard to work out what they
might have done that the others may have found out about.
	"Then why are we gathered here? Smarty-pants." Robert closed his
eyes and touched his forehead like a fortune teller.
	"I'm sorry but my crystal ball has broken and this method isn't as
good." He answered sarcastically.
	"Sit down boys." Robert's dad told them gently. Simon sat in the
armchair and Robert sat on the arm. By now both boys were extremely nervous
but neither could have told you why.
	"I have some bad news for you son." Mike started. "It's about
Auntie Flow." He continued.  Simon braced himself for a shock. "She has
passed on." Simon's intuition had paid off. He didn't see her very often
but she was his favourite Aunt. He reached for Robert. Robert simply
redirected his hug towards Simon's mother. She was after all her sister and
he her son. Simon went and sat on her lap and hugged her tight as the news
sank in.
	"I'm sorry mum. I know how fond of her you were. I only wish that I
had gone with you more often instead of thinking about myself."
	"It's ok son. She enjoyed your phone calls just as much as she
would have your visits. They were, after all, your own idea and she knew
that." His mother reassured him.
	"Mum. Can Robert stay tonight? I could really use him being
around." None of the adults raised any objections. The surprise came from
Robert.
	"Tonight you need your family around you. Despite how we feel about
each other, it wouldn't be right. I'll stop here tonight and see you
tomorrow morning." Robert said. It was how he felt but it was also a very
hard decision to make because he also felt he should be with Simon.
"Tomorrow night may be." He could see the look of disappointment in Simon's
eyes. With that he and his parents left.
	"That was a very grown up thing you did son." His dad commented.
	"I knew it was what was expected of me, besides, he needs him mum
while he gets over the shock and I think I may have got a little jealous."
His father ruffled his hair and went out into the kitchen. Robert just sat
down and thought about the stories Simon had told him of the things his
Aunt and he had done. "Dad, I'm just going out for a while. I won't be
long." Robert stood up and headed out the front door without waiting for a
response.
	He headed into town and rummaged around the various shops looking
for just the right card to give to Simon but had no luck. Then he had an
idea. He would make one himself. He was quite good at drawing and Squirt
had some coloured pencils. He headed back home like a man with a purpose. A
couple of hours later it was finished. He had never worked so hard for so
long but the results were worth it.
	He had dug out a picture Simon had given him after their last visit
to see his aunt and using this as a guide he had drawn and coloured in a
bust of Simon surmounted by a bust of his aunt surrounded by a love heart
and some roses. He spent the next hour or so trying to find the right words
and perfect the style of writing he wanted to use.
	"You've done really well son. I didn't realise you were such a good
artist." His mum told him.
	"It's only copying really but it conveys how I feel about his loss
and it will also remind him of how he feels about her."
	"There is only one problem, son."
	"What's that?"
	"It's too big for any of the envelopes we have." Robert was
gob-smacked. But then, his eyes lit up.
	"Mum. I need a really big favour."
	"What is it?"
	"You know that picture frame in the hall, that big double sided
one?"
	"Yes." She said sensing what was coming.
	"Can I use that and get you a new one to replace it?"
	"Well," she thought for a moment. "Seeing how much effort you have
put into the card, I'll get it and give it a good clean first, then we can
all sign the card. Is that ok?" Robert's eye lit up.  The message was
really from him but he didn't mind. Simon would understand.
	That night as Robert laid in bed all he could think of was Simon
and the fun they had had together. Then the news that broke that afternoon
about his aunt clouded his thoughts. Try as he did, he couldn't even raise
a match stick never mind a tent pole in his pants. From then on, every
thought of Simon also brought the picture of Simon's aunt to mind. He
eventually went to sleep cuddling his pillow.
	The following morning dawned dull and miserable. There was rain in
the air. Some how it seemed appropriate to Robert as he left the house, his
card for Simon safely wrapped in a bin liner.  He knocked on the door and
after a short while Simon answered. No sooner had Robert entered, even
before the door was closed, Simon had his arms wrapped around Robert and
greeted his friend as though he hadn't seen him in years. He looked like he
hadn't slept for a week. His eyes were red and puffy; his hair was a mess.
	"You look a real sight!" Robert said to Simon.
	"No shit." He answered sarcastically. "I haven't slept all night."
The boys walked through to the living room. Simon's mum was sat in her
armchair.
	"Hello Robert. Can you try and get him to sleep. I've had no luck."
	"I'll try, but I'm not sure how successful I'll be. Oh, by the way,
I have brought this over for you." He said as he handed Simon and his mum
the card. They carefully removed the card from the bag before unwrapping
it. Both of their faces lit up for a second as they saw the picture on the
front but soon they returned to their former expression of loss and sorrow.
	"Thank-you Robert. It's very good. You have really captured their
characters very well."  Simon's mum gave him a big hug. Simon turned it
over and read the message on the reverse. His eyes immediately filled with
tears as he lurched forward and gave Robert a truly grateful and passionate
embrace. Robert was forced to break it off after a few seconds. He could
see Simon's mother's embarrassment.
	Simon handed the card to his mother. She read the message and tears
immediately filled her eyes. Both boys crouched down to comfort her. She
was quickly learning just how sensitive and caring Robert could really be.
	"You boys get yourself off up stairs. I need some time alone."
	"Are you sure?" Simon asked. She nodded and the boys left the
room. As they left the room, Robert tugged Simon off to the right gesturing
him to keep quiet. They headed off to the kitchen.  Robert set about making
some tea for Simon's mum and the pair of them. While they waited for the
kettle to boil Robert turned to Simon and wrapped his arms around him,
tight.
	"I really," Robert kissed Simon, "missed you," he kissed him again,
"last night." He said resuming his tonguing kiss.
	"Why didn't you come over?" Simon asked breaking the kiss but
continuing the embrace.
	"It wouldn't have been right. Besides you would have turned to me
for comfort instead of your mum. She needed you and your father just as
much as you felt you needed me." The kettle began to whistle. With the tea
made and a cup delivered to Simon's mum the boys headed off upstairs.
	"Right. Now to sort you out." Robert said in a commanding but
affectionate tone of voice as he turned to Simon and placed him in the
centre of the floor. Carefully and systematically he stripped Simon
off. Every time he started to say something Robert put a finger over his
mouth.
	"Come with me." He said as he led Simon across the landing to the
bathroom. "Teeth." He said pointing to the basin. He had noticed
immediately they kissed that Simon's daily routine was all-to-cock. While
Simon cleaned his teeth, Robert ran the bath. By the time Simon had cleaned
his teeth the bath was ready and Robert had stripped down to his
boxers. Simon knew what was expected of him. As he climbed into the bath he
wrapped an arm around Robert and using his superior strength brought him in
with him. There was a loud splash as the water leaped out of the bath in an
attempt to avoid the two boys as gravity took them down to the bottom of
the tub.
	"You silly bugger." Robert exclaimed. "We. No. I am supposed to be
sorting you out.  Besides the doors wide open and your mum is downstairs."
	"Don't worry. She told me earlier that if I wanted some time alone
with you I could have it."  Robert stood up and removed his boxers before
dumping them in the basin. Whilst this was happening, Simon had picked up
the soap and started to rub it over Robert's body. "You didn't think you
were going to have all the fun did you?"
	"No but I wanted to get the work done before we started fooling
around." He answered with a grim that was spread right across his face. It
wasn't long before his body responded to Simon's touch and his breathing
became erratic. With a quick flick of his finger on the end of Robert's
boyhood the impending explosion was postponed. Simon brought him down to
his knees and held on to him. They stayed like that for several minutes
while Robert recovered.
	With the tables turned, Robert quickly soaped Simon's legs down
before getting him to kneel. His hands wandered freely over his lover's
body. Spending more time on some areas than others but Simon didn't
care. They were together, that was the main thing. When both boys were
clean, Simon more so than Robert, they dried each other off and headed back
to Simon's room taking care to close the door this time.
	Robert pulled Simon down onto the bed and started exploring the
hidden depths of his mouth with his tongue. Naturally, Simon responded
faster than lightening, but then, when you are in love as much as these
two, response times tend to be short any way. They stayed on the bed; their
bodies joined at the mouth as their arms, legs and hands did their best to
caress every inch of each other's body. Nature started taking its course
and before long there were two steel like rods camped firmly between the
boys both nearing an explosive conclusion.
	"Wait." Simon said breaking off the kiss. "There's something we
haven't done for a long time." He started wriggling down the bed as an
expectant Robert lay there gently stroking the back of his head and
neck. Robert closed his eyes and an involuntary grunt escaped from
him. Simon's mouth was performing the same trick it had when they were on
camp. His was now firmly held in a warm wet cavern that was performing its
miracles far better than it had ever before.
	Robert's body was becoming increasingly tense as his level of
excitement grew. The electric like tingles were flowing from his lovers
mouth and tongue like never before. He closed his eyes as vivid colours
started flashing through his mind. He grabbed the bedclothes with his left
hand and held on tightly, his knuckles turning white. He was about to
explode when suddenly, the sensations changed; a different area was
receiving attention, then it changed back again. It was all getting too
much for him.
	"Si-mon!" He cried out at the top of his voice as he exploded. His
lover was ready as he greedily consumed all Robert had to off. Robert
relaxed totally as he lay on the bed. He couldn't even open his eyes, well,
not at that moment. He could feel the bed moving around him. It felt like
he was at sea then as he opened his eyes his lover was laying beside him,
his mouth held firmly shut but smiling. He leant forwards and pressed his
lips to Robert's. As he opened his mouth to kiss him Robert became aware of
a new and exciting taste. It took a few moments for him to realise Simon
was giving him some of his own back. His tongue shot straight into Simon's
mouth as he greedily tried to get more. There was a knock at the door.
	"Are you two alright?" It was Simon's mother. The sudden yell had
brought her running up stairs. Fortunately, for the boys, she had calmed
herself before reaching the top of the stairs.
	"We're ok thanks mum." Simon shouted back. Robert was still
partially out of it. He just lay there like a naked rag doll. Oblivious to
what was going on.
	"Are you sure? It didn't sound like it a moment ago."
	"It was only Robert." He stopped short. How can he explain this to
his mother? "We're alright. Promise."
	"Maybe I should just check?"
	"No. No, please don't." Simon's voice filled with fear. Fear of how
she might react to what she saw. There was the sound of receding footsteps
out on the landing and down the stairs.
	"You stupid bugger. You nearly had my mum in here with that shout
of yours!" Simon said turning to Robert who by now was lying on the bed
with his head and shoulders propped up on his elbows.
	"They're gonna walk in on us sometime." Robert responded. "They're
bound too."
	"I know but I'm not ready for that. Not yet." Simon said as he
turned to face Robert who instinctively put his arms out and pulled him
closer. Simon responded by rolling over and turning his back on Robert. He
was still upset, not by what had happened but by Robert's response to
it. It seemed to him that he didn't care about what other's thought and
felt about them. Robert hugged him tighter. Simon shook himself, trying to
loosen himself form Robert's grip.
	"Hey. Getting all moody and sulky ain't going to sort out our
differences of opinion. We've got to talk about it." Simon moved down to
the foot of the bed and just sat there. "If all you can do is act like an
overgrown kid I'm going home." Robert said as he stood up. As he passed
Simon he noticed the telltale silvery glint of tear trails running down his
face. Robert immediately felt guilty.  Of what, he wasn't sure. He knelt
down in front of Simon.
	"What is it? What's the matter?" Simon grabbed him and held on as
if his life depended on it. He was really going for it by now. Robert
couldn't understand very much through the sobs but he figured it was to do
with his aunt. He knelt there rocking Simon back and forth. The door opened
and Simon's Mum walked in.
	"What is it? What's the matter with Simon?" Robert immediately felt
uncomfortable. The two of them, naked, with Simon's mum standing there
didn't feel right.
	"I think it's his aunt."
	"He hasn't cried properly for her until now. He was trying to hold
it back, putting a brave face on it." She started stroking the back of his
head. He turned to face her and then buried his face back in Robert's
shoulder. They stayed like that for over half an hour.
	Robert eventually coaxed Simon into bed and as he was about to
leave him he was asked, through the sobs, "Stay with me. Please." Robert
slid in beside his friend and lover and pulled the covers over them both.
They both fell asleep. Simon wrapped in a reassuring embrace form Robert.
During the hours that followed, both of Simon's parents looked in on them.
Neither could help but feel touched by the site of these two boys, boys who
were truly in love with each other.
	Robert awoke the next morning. The sun was streaming in through the
window. Shock suddenly hit him. He had stayed out all night and he hadn't
told his parents where he was or anything.
	"Shit!" Robert suddenly exclaimed. "My arse will be red-raw by the
time my dad's finished with it." He said out loud not really thinking about
it.
	"Don't worry." Came a voice from the landing. It was Mike, Simon's
dad. "I phoned them last night and explained what was going on.
	"You mean about me sleeping with Simon." His voice started to
tremble as he realised he had said his thoughts out loud.
	"No. That you were looking after Simon when he needed you most."
There was a pause.  "What do you mean, sleeping with Simon?" There was a
longer pause before raucous laughter burst out. Mike was having a joke with
him but Robert hadn't realised until that moment. He came in and sat on the
bed beside Robert. Robert blushed as he realised they had turned over in
the night and he could feel Simon's hard boyhood pressing against his
buttocks and Simon's hand was caressing his erect boyhood, with Mike
sitting on the bed right next to his son's hand.
	"Don't be embarrassed. We expected you two to get together at some
point and we, both your parents and us, would prefer that it happened
somewhere safe. Somewhere where no one can harm you." Robert relaxed a
little.
	"You mean you don't mind?" He said quizzically.
	"WE don't like it, but, this is the lesser of the evils." Mike
scratched his head as if he was trying to decide weather to say something
in addition or not. He continued "You know your dad and I. How can I put
it. We messed around a bit when we were your age."
	"In the shed." Robert chipped in. Mike was surprised. He didn't
think anyone else knew about the incident. "When you got caught." Robert
added.
	"Yea. What a hiding we got. My old man went bananas." Mike suddenly
frowned at Robert.  Robert pushed back away from him. Mike started to laugh
again. "Don't worry. I'm not my old man.  Thank heavens."
	"For a moment there I thought."
	"You thought what? That I was going to give you a hiding like your
father had. No. Times have changed, besides, I haven't got a belt on." They
both started laughing.
	"Hey you two. Can't a boy get any sleep around here?" Simon
suddenly piped up. The others just looked at him and started laughing even
harder. Mike left the boys and Robert tried to explain what his father and
he were talking and laughing about. Some how it lost a lot in the telling.
	The funeral was held a few days later and Robert had a hard job not
to showing his love and affection for Simon whilst his relatives were
around. Both Mike and his dad had asked the boys to keep their private life
to them selves as much as possible. The phrase "Tongues wag" kept cropping
up but they still managed to find the odd moment to be together.
	The summer holiday passed quickly for both with very few
incidents. The only one of any prominence was when they became over
friendly and Thomas put two and two together and made four, which actually
made a change for him. He was renown for jumping to the wrong conclusions.
The one thing that no one realised was just how close Thomas and James had
become. At one point he was asked not to spend so much time with James,
which was how he stumbled over Robert and Simon's secret.
	It all started one sunny afternoon when the three of them were out
on a hike. They had completed around 12 miles and had stopped for a break
about mid-afternoon. They were only 3 or 4 miles from home and in the
middle of a wood when Thomas dared Robert to do a round of bear arse
kissing. Of course, this was no particular challenge to Robert but Thomas
took exception when he made a meal of kissing Simon's bottom and only a
light snack of his. Well one thing led to another and eventually Thomas
passed a rather personal comment about the other two being gay. Simon
instead of denying it responded with "So what if we are."
	Anyway, to cut a long and messy story short. Thomas realised that
Simon was being straight with him, and although he half suspected it, was
shocked. It took a lot of effort to persuade him to keep his mouth shut and
to leave them to come out when they were ready. Robert and Simon saw very
little of Thomas after that. Until, school restarted.

To be continued, maybe???


If I get enough responses I will continue the story but ideas are a little
short at the moment. If you have any comments or suggestions please email
me at teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored.

I would like to thank Lenny for proof reading this part of Simon's
story. Why not look for some of his stories in the Nifty Archive?
Try his story "Anthony" also in the "Young-Friends" section.