Date: Tue, 27 Dec 2005 08:05:32 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mike Arram <mikearram@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Henry in the Outfield 12

This is my fifth gay erotic novella on Nifty.  The four earlier ones
chronicle -- in different ways -- episodes in the same love affair: They
are, in order: 'The Decent Inn' and 'Terry and the Peachers' in the Nifty
archive under the College section; 'The Heart of Oskar Prinz' in
Beginnings, and 'The Chav Prince' in High School.  This, however, is a very
different kind of story.  But different though it is, I have to confess
that I went under to the temptation to include some earlier characters of
whom I am particularly fond.  Nevertheless this is the story of Henry and
Edward, who, as Justin unkindly says, may sound like refugees from Thomas
the Tank Engine, but they aren't.
  The story contains graphic depictions of sex between young males.  If the
reading or possessing of such material as this is illegal in your place of
residence please leave this site immediately and do not proceed further.
If you are under the legal age to read this, please do not do so.


XII

Things were different after their sex that night.  A barrier in their
intimacy had been crossed, and if they were close before it, they were a
couple after it.  It was all they could do not to kiss in public and hold
hands, but that they could not do, until the world changed.  Strelzen was a
perfect setting for their romance, it was almost as if they breathed it in
with the summer air in that beautiful city, where sunlit day succeeded
sunlit day.  Mum and Dad learned to expect to find them snogging on the
sofa of the apartment, and they got used to it.
  On the Wednesday mid morning, Micky and Nikki turned up as promised, bags
slung over their shoulders.  They shook hands formally in what they had
learned from Fritz was the Rothenian way between males.
  'What do we need to take?'  Henry asked innocently.  'I've got a drinks
bottle and some cash, and my bathers and towel of course.'
  Micky nodded and said that'd be fine.  They caught the expectant sideways
look at Nikki.  They found the Spa bus at Parlementplaz.  It was quite
full, with plenty of young mums, small kids and adolescents of both sexes.
The chatter of a foreign language was all around them, and it added to
their good mood for some reason.  They were living in a new, strange and
delightful world in more ways than one.
  They joined the crowds drifting in through the Spa turnstiles, they paid
the admission and went into the changing rooms.  Ed looked at Henry and
grinned, when they found themselves in a room full of naked men and boys.
They shucked off their clothes casually and without a question.
  'Ready, lads?'  Ed said to Micky and Nikki, who were still standing there
clothed, waiting for the look of shock that never came.
  'Bugger,' said Micky, 'you knew didn't you?'
  'Yeah,' replied Henry, 'we were warned.'
  'No hard feelings then?'
  'Not even a hard on,' smiled Ed.  Nikki laughed, he had enough English to
get the joke.
  'Pity about your swimsuit line,' Henry said as Micky and Nikki were
undressing, 'and I haven't even got that, just white all over.  A pale
foreigner in a nation of the tanned.'
  'They are a well-bronzed people aren't they?  We may sort that out before
we leave.  Your colouring is naturally dark, I think.  You'll brown nicely
given a chance.  Not nervous, are you, about going around in the nude?'
  'A bit, but in some ways it's a fantasy of mine come true.  There's
something of the flasher in me I think.'
  The four boys rubbed in sun screen, slung towels over their shoulders,
leaving the Spa robes behind them.  It was thought to be soft to take a
robe, Nikki said.  It was the naked girls that caused Henry the most
problem, suprisingly, because of his acknowledged orientation.  Their
exposed bodies were so unfamiliar, apart from sneak glimpses in newspapers
and magazines, and he could not help but look.  Some, he admitted to
himself, were slim and interesting: the most boyish looking ones, he
noticed.  There was even a stirring in his penis at one point, but the
fright from the fear of having a public erection led to an immediate
detumescence.
  Micky noticed, 'You don't stare at girls here, Henry.  It's not done.'
  Henry started and fumbled an apology, adopting the Rothenian way of
looking but apparently not seeing.
  They spent a lazy day soaking in the bubbling, warm Spa pool, or plunging
into the cold dip when they were too hot.  Micky and Nikki advised them
against the Turkish baths, as the local gays used it for a meeting place
and some of them were predatory.  Nikki said that a guy had offered him
serious money for a blow job in the tepidarium when he was fourteen.  Micky
looked disgusted, and Henry and Ed caught each other's eyes with a troubled
look.
  After lunch, Ed and Micky joined in a volleyball match with some
Rothenian teens, and Henry lay out, admiring his lover's muscular and
athletic body in action.  Ed rose effortlessly to meet the ball on his long
and powerful legs, the sheen of sweat glistened on his body and his own
balls swinging around nicely between his legs.  Oops, erection alert, he
said to himself.  He may have been biased, but he thought his Ed the
juiciest hunk in the game.
  Henry lay out on a towel on the grass with Nikki, a boy who betrayed
definite nerdiness, and with whom he soon formed a sympathetic bond.  They
chatted and soon enough Henry forgot they were both unclothed, and they
became just two nerds in communion.  Henry began asking about what it was
like being a Rothenian boy, about schools and rites of passage.  And soon
enough too he began asking about the Rothenian language, and before they
knew it, they were into a serious language lesson, with Nikki quite a good
teacher.  He took credit, he said, for Micky's facility with idiomatic
Rothenian.  His fees, he said, were pretty reasonable.  All this and an all
over tan too, Henry thought.
  Henry, Ed and the other two were in a very companiable mood when they
took a shower and dressed to leave.  As they got off the bus, they arranged
to meet up on the Friday, for another Spa session.  Thursday was out with
Mum and Dad to look at the world famous castle of Kesarstein, with its
fairy tale turrets and dramatic mountain-top site.  Neither boy was averse
to this sort of tourism, providing they were allowed to go their own ways
once they were there.  They ambled with the crowds through the tourist
village beneath the great fortress, peering in gift shops and looking at
the menus of the restaurants.
  'Oops!' said Ed.
  'Whassup?'
  'Look at this place, what's this doing here?'  A blank shop front
advertised 'Erotic Dream City' and it was pretty clear that it was a sex
shop.
  'This must be the Rothenian sex industry we heard about.  Doesn't look as
though they miss an opportunity, does it,' observed Henry.  He looked at
the passing crowds and tourist trains.  Not a one amongst them looked
directly at the shop.  'But who in their right mind would walk through the
door anyway?'
  Ed was intrigued, and then he noticed something, a young male came round
the side of the shop, looking ostentatiously nonchalant.  'Ha!' he said,
'there's a side door!  Come on, Henry.'
  'What, heh!  What you doing?'  But Ed was gone, and on his way up the
side path.  Henry looked round wildly and seeing no choice, followed him.
  Ed was grinning as he held open the aluminium door for Henry, revealing
the dim windowless interior.  Apart from a young Rothenian on the till, the
place was empty.  Henry looked round at racks of porn DVDs and stacks of
very dubious objects.  Ed seemed completely unfazed by this expedition into
Sodom.  He even gave a cheery nod at the guy at the till, who nodded back
but gave Henry a suspicious look.
  Once his nerves stopped twitching, Henry browsed the shelves with Ed.
'No gay stuff at all,' Ed said, disappointed.
  'What, would you seriously get gay porn?'
  'Why not?  We could do with some hints, little babe.  We're making up
what we do as we go along.'
  'Isn't that half the fun?'
  'Yeah, but we must be reinventing the wheel half the time.'
  'This is about my bum, isn't it,' Henry looked a little unhappy at the
memory of his failure in bed.
  Ed looked softly at him, 'Henry, when you went into me, it was fantastic,
I just want you to share the feeling.  And ... I think I see a way.'  He
went over to a shelf of standing objects, and selected one.
  'A dildo?'
  'It says it's a 'fundensplaug' on the box, whatever that is, but it looks
like it may help.  Anyway, I'll buy it.'
  They went over to the till.  The Rothenian lad looked at Henry and said
in heavily accented English, 'I do not think you are eighteen, and you
cannot buy things here.'
  'It's me buying, and I'm eighteen,' intervened Ed.
  'Then I must see your passport,' said the Rothenian.
  Ed shrugged, 'I don't have it with me.'
  'Driving licence?'
  'Sorry.  Look I may never be back here and I gotta have this.  Is there
anyway I can sort of come to an arrangement about the purchase of this
item, I'm willing to pay over the odds because of the inconvenience.'
  The Rothenian looked shifty, 'Well, if you are willing to pay a mark up,
then I suppose I might ...'
  'How about 10%, and I'll pay cash of course.'
  'Very well, then.'
  They emerged into the light, with Henry blinking and blushing.  'That was
pretty coldblooded, Ed.'
  'I am my father's son, Henry.  He's not like your dad.  Getting his way
is what life is all about, and he will say and do anything to get it.  I
just let his part of me take over ... and don't think I enjoyed it, because
I didn't.'  He had the plug in a plain white carrier, and he bundled it up
and put in the back pack Henry was carrying.
  Henry gave a small and embarrassed grin. 'I think I know what we'll be
doing tonight,' he said.

In the Volvo on the way back from Kesarstein Ed and Dad got into a serious
discussion about the cricket season they were missing.  The chaplain's
apartment had no internet access and no satellite TV.  It was causing Ed
anxiety.  Dad could only suggest trying to tune into the BBC World Service,
but Ed had already thought about that, and discovered that the sports
bulletins didn't come on till after midnight, and they offered no
continuous Test coverage.  Ed was trying not to be cross, but he was
clearly disappointed that he had been exiled from his obsession for an
entire month.  Then Henry spoke up.
  'How about Fritzy?  He told me he had access to the web.  Hang on, I'll
ring him.'  He did, and a happy young voice confirmed not only that he had
internet access, but he would be very glad to see them on Saturday.
  'Great,' said Ed.  'It's a nice class of friends we've made here in
Rothenia.'
  Mum looked impressed, 'So it's off to the palace again?  Moving in
rarified circles now, aren't you two?'
  It was after seven when they got back, and following some pasta, they
watched Rothenian TV until they got bored, which didn't take long, made
their excuses and went to bed.  Once undressed they sat together on the end
of the bed, and Henry brooded on the instrument of his torture.  'Funny it
doesn't come with instructions isn't it?'
  Ed looked amused.  'I think that I have to get a felt tip and write
"Insert Here" on your bum, Henry.'  Henry looked at the object hard: there
was a pointed end which flared gradually out into a bulbous section; it
ended in a flange to stop it going further, Henry guessed.
  'OK, well I think I see which end goes in, so ... er, we'd better get at
it.'
  'No, Henry.  First a little massage of your hole, I think.  I'll get the
lube and you get on your stomach.'  He saw the apprehensive look on Henry's
face, so he pulled him into him, and kissed the top of his head.  'Come on
Henry, it's all a learning process.  We're only sixteen for heaven's sake.'
  Henry got into position on his stomach and rested his head on his arm as
Ed got patiently to work on his anus.  He tried to relax himself, and Ed's
slow fingers helped a lot.  This bit at least was no problem, or at least
until Ed got three of his fingers into action.  This was where it had gone
wrong the last time.  Henry felt himself clamping down, but fought against
the reflex.
  'Turn over, little babe,' Ed asked.  Henry obliged, looking up troubled
into his lover's smiling face.  Then Henry felt something new at his entry.
It slid into him easily at first and Ed worked it in and out, levering
gently at his anal ring without causing too much trouble.  But slowly he
increased the pressure, and now Henry felt as though he was doing the
biggest crap in his life.  All the time, Ed was making encouraging
comments.
  'Oh!  Nearly there, baby!' he finally said.  He gave one shove and
Henry's sphincter sucked the object in.  Henry gave a surprised
exclamation.  'That's it!' said Ed.  'It's all the way in!  You took it,
Henry!'  He pushed up on his elbows, lifted his dick and balls and all he
could see was the black flange of the plug stopping his hole.  He felt down
and wiggled it in him.  It felt weird, but not too bad. He just felt very
stretched and very full.
  'What do we do now?' he asked Ed.
  'Er ... dunno.  What say we leave it in and let your bum get used to it
for a bit.  I'm up for some mouth action, if you'd like.'  So Henry got
over Ed and let his penis hang down so that his mouth could take it, and he
jerked Ed erect so that he could suck him into his mouth.  They spent a
while in the sixty nine position, until Henry almost forgot there was
something jammed up his bum.
  Ed finally took him and rolled him on to his back again.  Henry lifted
his legs back and displayed himself to Ed.  He took the flange and twisted
it a little.
  'Ooh!'  Henry responded.  'Try pulling it out.'
  Henry looked very preoccupied as Ed began pulling the object out of him,
for a while it was touch and go. Henry briefly panicked that it was stuck
there for good, and his imagination projected terrifying pictures of a
visit to a casualty ward in a Rothenian hospital and all sorts of
embarrassments with doctors, nurses and pliers, but the panic passed when
his anus gave up and let the plug out.  Ed pushed it in and out for a bit,
and although Henry twisted and groaned a bit, his hole seemed happy to let
it happen.
  Ed looked closely at Henry's anus once he had withdrawn the plug.  He
looked at Henry and grinned, 'I think we've got it sorted, little babe.
It's like a red cave there.  Keep it open while I get myself sorted.'
  'How do I do that?' he said plaintively.
  Ed loomed over him and looked down, suddenly passionate.  'Oh, we are so
going to enjoy this,' he said.  Henry felt the warm and spongy head of Ed's
cock at his entry, he felt the push and then groaned from deep inside as
Ed's large erection slowly slid into him with very little resistance.  He
reached up and pulled Ed's mouth down on to his.  They kissed as Ed held
himself deep in his lover, and then awesome feelings began in Henry's bum
as the movement started, slow at first, but building up to a deep and
steady thrusting.  Spasms of electricity radiated out from the
overstretched nerves and muscles of his anus.  If there was pain it soon
passed into pleasure.  He was utterly under the control of the powerful
male body above him.  Ed was away, his head up and his neck muscles taut as
he pumped away at Henry's arse.  Then suddenly Ed fell on him and he felt
his full weight.  Ed's arms wrapped round him and his legs were forced
right back, and the serious fucking began.  Ed was pushing in deep, quite
out of control, rotating his cock and using his hole completely for his
satisfaction, and Henry loved it.  They grunted in sync as the powerful
thrusts drove the air out of Henry's chest.  God knows what the state of
his arse would be tomorrow, but he couldn't care less now.  At last Ed
thrust in deep and stopped breathing in his ear, and Henry knew that his
lover had at last spurted deep inside him.  Ed stayed on him, pinning him
down for quite a while, before he withdrew and fell off Henry.  They lay
back, breathing deeply.  That was it.  Henry had lost whatever notional
virginity he had left to him, and their relationship was now fully
consummated.
  In the afterglow, Ed pulled him close and enveloped him with his arms and
legs.  Henry was utterly content.  He felt warm, safe and loved.  The
strong arms that held him tight would always fight for him, and never let
him be hurt.  The warmth that radiated out from his lover was symbolic as
well as real.  And all he could whisper were the trite words, 'I love you,
Ed.'  But trite though they were, they said everything, and an extra
squeeze from Ed made the point.  They slept and awoke together in the same
position in the light of dawn.
  Henry squirmed round and smiled into the smiling face beside him.  'This
is as good as it gets, isn't it?' he said, brushing at Ed's unkempt blond
fringe.
  'I can't think that there's anything more I want out of life, my precious
little babe,' was the solemn reply.  'Oh ... that is apart from another
...'
  'OK.  I think I can take it.' He felt between his cheeks, and it didn't
seem too sore and puffy, though it was more painful than he admitted.  He
lay on his stomach, and after Ed had prepared himself, he felt the pressure
building up, and slowly his hole again surrendered to its new master.  Ed
came gloriously inside him a quarter of an hour later.
  They were exalted and hilarious over breakfast, and trotted happily off
to meet Micky and Nikki at the Spa.  It was another hot and lazy day in the
sun.  Secretly Henry was glad of the effect of the spa waters on his sore
backside, but didn't dare tell Ed quite how high was the price Henry had
paid for his enjoyment.  He carried on his language lesson with Nikki,
increasing his vocabulary and learning routine phrases.  During the
afternoon, on the way back home he impressed the hell out of Ed by ordering
in Rothenian two ice creams from a vendor, and even managing a little
social chat about the weather -- always predictable in Strelzen.

Saturday found them looking up at the Tarlenheim palace from the
Radhausplaz.
  'It's very good of Fritzy to help us like this,' said Ed.
  'I just hope we're not imposing on him.  He's a generous little soul.
But he seems a lonely boy sometimes; it can't be easy being a prince.'
  'OK ... how do we get in here.  S'pose we'd better try through that arch
again.'
  The great doors under the arch were closed, but there was an intercom and
they pressed the button.  A stream of Rothenian hissed back at them.  Ed
replied in slow English, to be answered only by the word, 'Prosim.'
  They kicked their heels on the cobbles for a good five minutes before
there was a clunk and a creak, and a wicket opened in the door.  An ancient
servant in a striped waistcoat beckoned them to follow.  Ed met Henry's
eyes and he said in a low voice: 'Komm zis vay, Doktor Frankenstein vill
see you now.'
  Henry was still sniggering when they got to the entrance hall.  But Fritz
was not there, instead there was a tall and very good looking man in
casuals, who gave them a once over.  In clipped and precise English, he
said: 'Good morning, you are the English boys, Henry and Edward, yes?'
  They admitted it and he continued.  'I am Fritz's brother, Oskar.  Fritz
had to go out with our sister for half an hour ... he lost a molar last
night and there was a problem, so he had to go for an emergency appointment
with the dentist.  I must keep you entertained till he gets back,
apparently.'
  The words were a little standoffish, but there was a merry and dancing
glint in the man's eyes which cancelled it.  This was a good guy, they knew
instinctively.  He led them to the cavernous kitchens, and sat them down,
putting an electric kettle on.  'You drink coffee, I hope?  Good.  Fritz is
a voluble boy with a capacious memory, so there is very little left of your
life stories that I have not heard.  He also tells me that you are lovers
...  do not be offended, he tells me everything because he trusts me to
keep what he tells me to myself.  I am gay, so he feels I should know this.
Now, there is a point to this.  The question is whether you will be here
next week.  I am having a boat party on Lake Maresku for two young friends
from England, who are gay boys also, and I was wondering whether you would
join us.  There is of course no guarantee that you will get on with these
boys - and indeed a strong probability that one of them at least will rub
you completely up the wrong way - but they are English and Fritz is very
fond of them, as he is of you.  So, will you come?'
  Henry and Edward reeled, and replied that the invitation was very kind,
but that there were parents to check with first.  Oskar was intrigued.
'Your parents Henry, do they know about you two?'
  'Yes,' Henry replied, 'My parents are pretty amazing people.'  Ed nodded
vigorously in agreement.
  Oskar smiled.  'I like to think my parents would have been as
understanding had they lived, but we lost them when we were so young.  But
I know at least that they would have been proud of Fritzku: such a good
boy, and a prince of such dignity and presence.'
  There was a pause in the conversation which no one knew quite how to
fill.  But Henry eventually piped up. 'Has this palace got any ghosts,
Oskar?'
  Oskar looked a little startled at the question.  'Ghosts?  Er
... naturally.  It wouldn't be a palace without a whole range of them: grey
ladies, sinister children, phantom coaches, poltergeists.  We would not be
a respectable family without a full selection of them.'
  'You don't believe in ghosts then, Oskar?'
  'I didn't say that.  In fact we have a number of strange stories
associated with my family, to one of which at least I can attest the
truth.'
  'Really, can you tell us?'  Henry asked eagerly.
  'Not without breaking some serious confidences, Henry,' Oskar smiled.
  'Oh.  But there are ghosts under this roof?'
  'Yes.  Count Oskar II, my ancestor of the eighteenth century, stabbed to
death the count of Reuss in the gallery after he found him being rather too
friendly with the countess his wife.  I will have the carpets taken up
there and you may see the blood stains on the boards, which can never be
cleaned of them.  A lady sobs there on moonlit nights, and a phantom form
has been seen with her head in her hands sitting in a window seat.  The
servants will not pass through gallery alone at night.  There is a curious
perfume there to be sensed at the place of the death.  Now that, I have
experienced ... though it might be mould, I suppose.'
  'Wow,' said Edward. 'Any more?'
  'A coach with six black horses rumbles into the courtyard in dark of
night when one of us Tarlenheims is about to die.  It does so without any
heed as to whether or not the gate is open.  It has not been seen for quite
a while, but then we had not lived here for two generations until last
year.  But I can perfectly happily wait to see it for as long as it likes;
no skin off my nose, as my young friend Justin puts it.'
  'Who's this Justin?' Henry asked.  'Is he the boy that Sir Andrew
whatsisname adopted, the boy that Fritzy thinks is supercool?'
  'Yes, Fritzku is very fond of him, as are we all.  He is a very special,
and it has to be said, a very brave boy.  We love having him here, he
livens things up a lot when he comes.  But he is an acquired taste, as you
might say.  It is Justin and Nathan who are coming on a visit next week.
They have both finished their college courses, and they need to get away
they said.  They think our dull Rothenia is exciting, although how boys who
live in London can think this, I do not know.  The main thing is to keep
them away from the Wejg; I'm sure Fritz told you what happened the last
time they went there.'
  Ed laughed and they nodded.  Suddenly, Henry was very keen that they
should go on the boat on the lake.  To be with another pair of gay
teenagers was too important for his parents to refuse, as he would tell
them in no uncertain terms.
  Fritz arrived soon after with his sister, a blonde and dignified woman
who greeted them kindly.  They were taken up to Fritz's bedroom and sat on
his tall fourposter bed as he booted up his rather sophisticated Apple Mac.
  'So you both like this cricket,' he asked.
  They both nodded, but Henry confessed it was as spectator and not player,
it was Ed who had an all-consuming passion for the game and who had been
selected for the county under 18s next year, to replace Guy Worsman as fast
bowler (and team gay, as Ed added with a rueful smile).  Ed went on, 'It's
great being here of course Fritzy, but there's a big Test match this
summer, and we're missing it.  Do you understand cricket at all?'
  'It is not a game I have ever seen, no.  Soccer and hockey are the big
games in Rothenia and what we play in school.  I know that it is a game
played in the old British Empire and people stand around a lot in white
clothes in a big field.  It doesn't seem very exciting.  A bit like the
American game, baseball, which Oskar's boyfriend tried to explain to me.
He even had a DVD of the World Series.  The way he talked about it I
thought it would be all action, but instead it was a bit slow and boring.
It seems to me that they are both games for the expert ... the connoisseur,
yes?'
  They admitted that this was probably the case.  Fritz got on the internet
and they were absorbed soon in county match reports and linking to sites
that streamed the Test.  Fritz did his best to look interested, but soon
disappeared with Henry up to the loft spaces and a new siding he was
constructing.
  The day passed amiably.  The Tarlenheims gave them a light lunch in the
grander of the dining rooms, which would easily have accommodated forty.
They sat at one end of the long dark table.  A servant filled and took
their plates, which was an odd experience for the boys.  Oskar and Helge
seemed to have a good time teasing their little brother, and the English
boys soon felt accepted and liked.  The Tarlenheims seemed to have a gift
for making people feel welcome and at home, even in a palace.  They left at
four promising to ring back about next week.