Date: Fri, 30 Dec 2005 23:59:17 +0000 (GMT)
From: Mike Arram <mikearram@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: Henry in the Outfield 15

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.


XV

  'I didn't mean to out you y'know,' Henry's conscience was bothering him.
  'I know that, Henry.' Ed smiled. 'You didn't know ... couldn't know, I was
coming back.'
  It was the second week of their reunion.  They had already had one
blissful weekend at Trewern, and they could look forward to many more.
Andy and Matt had commanded the attendance of both of them in Highgate at
exeat for the week, and Mr and Mrs Atwood had raised no objections.  In the
meantime, they had heeded Worsman's advice and behaved quietly around
school, saving up their hormones for the weekend, when they rutted non stop
as long as human biology permitted.
  The situation had to be explained to Richard before he went back to
Manchester.  He had looked a little awed at his brother.  'Henry, you're
way so cool.  Fancy turning out gay.  I'll be the envy of the Union.  A
genuine gay little brother.  The chicks will think I'm so sensitive and
understanding to tolerate a little pansy round the house.  Can I kiss you?'
  'Did I ever tell you Ricky, how much I hate you,' Henry had said.  But
Richard had kissed and hugged him anyway when he left to resume his romance
with the awful Rachel.
  This second weekend, Ed had joined Ed in the sanctuary, donned the alb
and made a very fetching additional acolyte at the ten o'clock eucharist.
'I've been meaning to do it ever since that incident after the King Billy,
when we got haunted.  It changed my mind about the supernatural, and if
it's true that there are ghosts, there may be other things I have to
believe in now too.'
  It was autumn and the days were drawing in, and the unfinished story of
Jed Scudamore and Nathaniel Corner had returned to them.  After the
service, they wandered out into the churchyard.  It was a warm and sunny
day in early October.  The trees were still green but some leaves had
turned and fallen, littering the grass.  They sat down on Jed's tomb
companionably.  'Morning, Jed!' they greeted him cheerily, but there was no
reply.  They surveyed the nearby depression in the grass which was the last
resting place of Nathaniel Corner.
  'What was it all about?' Ed wondered. 'You were given a glimpse of their
long ago love affair, and then that awful night we both saw Jed's spectre
which was trying to tell us something, but I never got what it was.  It was
lurking here, when we caught up with it, and then it went over there, above
where Nathaniel is, and it was gone.  And there's been nothing since?'
  'Nope, nothing, just this feeling that there is more to come.  The fact
that we haven't got what Jed's trying to tell us more or less confirms it
for me.  Once he succeeds, he'll rest and leave us alone ... maybe.  But I'm
more and more seeing why he picked us.  He knows we're like him, that we'll
understand better than most.  It's me that Jed's picking on cos I'm like
him ... not as pretty mind, he really was a beauty, pale and dark, not
unlike a young Matt White in some ways.'
  'Oh you fancy him do you?'
  'Well not as he is now, all dried bones and dust.  Gives me the shivers
to think about it, but as he was, well ... yeah!  Want to make something of
it?'
  Ed laughed, 'No, not at all.'
  'The thing is, I was wondering whether we could get a bit more proactive
about this haunting business.  I'm learning from you, Ed.  Let's go out
there and meet him half way.'
  'And how do you do that, little babe?'
  'All the teen horror movies have séances, so why should we be any
different?'
  'Aw no, you can't be serious.  It'll be a massacre; it always is.  This
rogue demon hijacks the thing, next thing I know I'll be looking at my
intestines hanging out of my gut, while you're butchered in very painful
and long drawn out ways.'
  'It won't be like that ... I hope.  Anyway Mrs Freemantle at Fifteen Acre
Farm told me how to do it at the Mothers' Union coffee morning, she even
let me borrow her ouija board.'
 'Was that the satanist Mothers' Union?'
  Henry gave him a hard look.  'I think we should do it in daylight, but
not at the vicarage.  Dad has views, I know.  So ... er, I think we should
do it at the centre of it all.'
  'What here?'
  'No.  In the Great Wood, by the nettle clearing.  That's where they used
to meet and make love.  That's where Jed died.'
  'Erm ... some caution here, little one.  What are you after?  Do you want
contact or do you want to stir things up further?  It seems to me that it's
information we want, not manifestation.  Frankly I've seen as many ghosts
in this lifetime as I want.'
  'I want answers as to why some dead kid is colonising my dream world.
That's where they'll be if they're anywhere.  Besides, there's something
about daylight and the supernatural.  I don't know that the sun weakens
spirits, but it makes living creatures like us stronger to resist maybe.
Certainly I'll feel safer.
  At two that afternoon, they sidled through the woods and found the
network of paths.  Ed looked around, 'So is this where ...'
  'Yeah, I used to get naked and wank here.'
  'OK, then.'  Ed lifted off his top and pushed down his jeans, pulling off
his trainers as he took them off.  He stood naked, feeling his genitals and
looking expectant.
  'I think we should stay focussed, Ed,' Henry said with a quirky smile.
  'I am focussed,' Ed replied, 'I can feel my dick getting more and more
focussed all the time.'
  'Oh, shit,' Henry said, and swarmed out of his own clothes, 'this is just
too sexy.  Go for it, Ed.'  He got on all fours, displaying his small
buttocks to his mate.
  'What, without lube.'
  'Spit on it, they do it in the stories you showed me on the web.  Anyway,
you were up there only this morning.  I can still feel you inside me.'
  'Risk piles then.  You asked for it.'  Ed covered Henry, kneeling in the
grass, and feeling the sharp stab of a stone in his kneecap.  He gave a
little yelp.  'I'm not sure this outdoor sex is all that comfortable,
little babe.'  He put his hand under Henry's mouth and got him to gob spit
in his hand, and then added his own.  He slicked his already straining cock
with it, then moved back and spat directly on to Henry's anus, rubbing it
in and feeling it.  The saliva did make a difference, but he doubted it was
enough.  He positioned his penis and pushed.  Henry's well-used hole opened
to him, as it always now did, but then things got tougher.  It was dry
inside and the skin of his erection caught and pulled on Henry's inner
flesh as it didn't when they prepared themselves properly.  Henry whimpered
and shifted under him.  But it was too late now, Ed was moving in him and
although he tried to move slowly, he soon lost control and his thrusting
became vigorous; fast, furious jabs like a dog on a street corner.  The
animal analogy excited his mind, as he felt the moving air on the hairs of
his skin.  He arched as he came, thrusting hard up into Henry, who yelled
loudly, in real pain.
  Ed didn't fall forward on Henry as he usually did, but pulled out
deliberately and slowly, and sat back on his haunches.  'No blood,' he said
appeasingly.
  'Well isn't that a relief.'
  'But the mess on my dick is something else.  Urgh.  It'll have to be the
grass to wipe it off.'
  'It maybe wasn't such a good idea.  Oh well.  We live and learn, and my
bum will suffer for my pride.  Let me sit and relieve my discomfort on this
cool grass for a bit.  Where's my pack?  Here's the stuff.  And don't get
dressed, we'll do this in the nude.'
  'That is so perverted.'
  'Nudity, says my RS text books, is a basic human state which strengthens
the achievement of spiritual goals, stripping the mind of secular
concerns.'
  'Yeah ... what I said, perverted.  Don't mind me.  I ain't complaining.'
  Henry placed a fold-out board in front of him.  It was surrounded by
letters and he placed a small glass tumbler in the middle.  They sat on
either side, their legs splayed and overlapping, the board in the space
between them.  Henry gave Ed a narrow look.  'Stop staring at my little
dick.'
  'It's not that little; as you'd know if you'd felt it inside you.
Anyway, it's a very pretty little dick and I love it.'
  Henry smiled at him, 'I think all this sexy talk may help.  Nathaniel and
Jed were really affectionate lovers, so far as I could tell.  I don't think
they'll mind us making out.'
  'Dunno about that,' replied Ed gloomily, 'the Ancient Roman dead were
supposed to be envious of the living and hated them, so the living made
offerings of wine or even animal blood to keep them off their backs.
Nathaniel and Jed may resent us still being able to enjoy sex, when it's
only a memory for them.'
  Henry called him to order, telling him to put his finger on the glass
tumbler.  'OK, uuh, now I've got to summon the spirits.'
  'And how do you do that?'
  'Come spirits?'  Ed had to be given time to recover from the nervous
hysterics that suggestion inspired.  'OK, OK.  Er ... Are you there
Jehoiadah?  It's me, Henry.  Me and Ed want to ask you questions.'
  There was silence and nothing happened at all.  Henry repeated his feeble
conjuration twice.  He looked across to Ed, who raised an eyebrow.  Then
the tumbler stirred slightly.
  'Was that you, Ed?'  Ed looked startled, and shook his head.  Henry asked
almost in a whisper.  'Jed, is that you?'  The tumbler moved abruptly to
the YES symbol.
   'Oh my God.  It's working.  Er ... Jed?  Was that your ghost we saw?'
The tumbler circled out and then back to YES.  Henry wondered what he could
ask.  'Jed, did we discover what you wanted to show us?'  YES again.  'What
was that?'  The tumbler paused and then circled the board slowly; it
stopped without indicating any answer.
  Ed looked at him, a little breathless.  'That's a hard question which
needs a long answer obviously.  Try a shorter one.'
  'OK.  Er ... Jed, is there still something we need to know?'  The tumbler
liked that question and went straight to YES.
  'Is it about you?'  The tumbler went to NO.
  'Oh!  That's unexpected.  Is it about Nathaniel?'  YES this time.  'Ahah!
Getting somewhere.'  Henry pondered a while.  'Can we help you guys?  Henry
looked up at Ed when the tumbler went to NO.
  'What's it all about then?'  he said. The tumbler took this as a question
and circled, and this time there was a vibration in the glass as it began a
deliberate search for letters.  D- A-N-G-E-R, it spelled.
  'Oh, crap,' said Ed, 'I bloody knew it. They always threaten you.  I just
knew it would be like this.  Here!  Cold innit!  I'm coming over all
goose-bumpy.'
  Henry's hackles prickled, and there was something familiar about this
feeling.  It seemed as almost every body hair he possessed was lifting, as
though there was electricity in the air.  And again it was familiar.
Almost on the edge of his hearing, there was a faint whining hum.  Then it
came to him.  That first autoerotic session in the Great Wood, months ago,
when he thought he was about to be discovered.  And again, just as then,
the leaves stirred and gusted.  The trees above them sighed.
  Ed looked up alarmed.  They had taken their fingers off the tumbler.
'What is it Henry?'
  'Damn!  He's coming!'  The wind gusted stronger and surged cold against
them, a shower of leaves drove across them, the board lifted and went
spinning.  Both boys stood, leaves streaming past them.  Undeniably,
through the bushes a heavy body was pushing towards them.  Henry grabbed
Ed's hand.  'Stand still!' he shrieked over the roar of the sudden gale,
'It'll blow out!'  As he shouted those words, the bushes around them
thrashed and Henry felt himself falling.
  Silence.  He opened his eyes.  A strange naked boy was with him in the
clearing.  He had pale skin, sandy hair, and merry green eyes.  He was
undeniably sexually aroused, as was Henry when he looked down, but it was
not his dick, its root and his balls were obscured by a large growth of
hair, and the member was much bigger.  The ginger-haired boy crawled over
to him and took him by the shoulder, smiling into his face as their lips
met.  What a kiss!  It was almost electric.  He felt the other boy's warm
body press him down and they were making out, their bodies meshed, penis
thrusting against penis.  But the other boy pulled back before climax.
  'Jed my love, take me in your mouth I pray.'
  Henry knelt up, and felt himself reach tentatively for the other boy's
erection, he fondled it and then bent down to lick and suck it.  He didn't
know how long he did this, but eventually urgent thrusts from the other
boy's cock warned him of an impending ejaculation.  He gagged a little from
the size of the other boy's member, it was very fat and long and stretched
his mouth He closed his eyes to concentrate.  Finally, he felt a salty
taste on his tongue and his mouth filled with the familiar jets of sperm.
  He opened his eyes, and the pubic hair in front of his eyes was not
ginger and sparse, it was thick, blond and trimmed, and the cock in his
mouth was smaller.  He looked up.  Ed was kneeling up above him, his head
back in supreme ecstasy.  He looked down at the same moment.  'Oh Jed,' he
said, 'this must be the bliss of the heroes of Elysium! My Ganymede! My
Adonis!'

Henry and Ed dressed without a word.  Henry rummaged through the bushes and
recovered the fugitive ouija board.  As he shouldered his pack and caught
Ed's eyes, he shrugged.
  'He was classically educated.  They went to a Latin grammar school.  You
shouldn't be embarrassed about those dorky endearments.  It wasn't you
saying them anyway, it was Nathaniel channeling through you.'
  'My Ganymede!  My Adonis!  ... I could die.'
  They headed back to Trewern village.  After a while, Henry said, 'I think
things just went up to the next level, Ed.  They took us both that time,
and it looks like I've been switched to the role of Jed, and you are
Nathaniel.  Not surprising perhaps.  He had an awesome cock, like a small
tree branch.  Fortunately he only just pushed it into my mouth, and didn't
try to throat me.'
  'I could see Jed.  You're right, he was really cute, and call me strange
but he was a bit like you, little babe, sexy and coy, with the same look in
his eyes when he got fired up.'
  'Big black bush round his privates, did you see?'
  'Mm,' Ed mused. 'I don't suppose boys clipped and shaved down there in
the olden days.  I'll bet they didn't do anal much either.  There wasn't
any lube, and you couldn't get the experience we have without a lot of
serious pain and maybe even some tearing.  So in their days you could only
do it by humping each other or by oral, and from what we saw, oral was a
new thing for them that time they did it.  I know that because I got
needled by your teeth, pseudo-Jed!'  Ed stopped on the path.  'Hey!  I just
realised!  When we were in their dream world, it must have been autumn.
The clearing looked the same, with falling leaves.  What about your earlier
visions?  What time of year was it?'
  'Er ... summer time I think.  No. I'm sure.  There were flowers in the
grass and fresh green in the trees.'
  'Then does it occur to you that we're following a trajectory ... Jed's
taking us through his last months.'
  'Then perhaps I don't have to point out the unfortunate conclusion that
will lead us to; it'll end with what I don't want to see.  Jed's death.'
  'Oh!  Yeah.  I see.'
  'And I still don't get it.  Jed himself said that we couldn't help him
and Nathaniel.  So what's going on.  What is the boy up to?'
  'I read somewhere that events themselves, if they are tragic enough,
imprint themselves on a place, soak into it and, like some sort of
emotional CD, play and replay for those with the sensitivity to pick them
up.  It sounds like what's going on here, don't you think Henry?'
  'But I saw a projection of Jed himself in the church and we both saw him
in the churchyard.  That's not events pressing on us, that's a personality.
But why are we trying to make sense of something supernatural? ... By
definition it's beyond logic.'
  'The reason, dear Henry, is the one we have from one of the spooks
himself, that we are in great danger.'