Date: Sun, 18 Nov 2012 17:58:35 +0000
From: Bobby Chester <thebobbyfish@gmail.com>
Subject: Jamie Lawrence, Chapter Thirteen

Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Thirteen

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For the American readers amongst you; This story is set in England. The use
of the word "College" refers to the institution attended by children aged
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Jamie Lawrence - Chapter Thirteen

  On Sunday morning, Callum woke early. The sun was barely creating an
orange line on the horizon, but Callum had been having a bad dream which
had startled him from his slumber. He sought solace by cuddling up to his
favourite cousin. It was actually quite nice. Shane was warm, and his chest
was surprisingly comfortable.

  Callum quickly noticed that Shane's morning erection was in full effect,
tenting his pyjamas to the point of strain. Besides his own, Callum had
never seen a hard dick. He quickly checked that Shane was definitely asleep
before he carefully moved his hand south. He reached down to the drawstring
and cautiously pulled it loose. Again, he checked that Shane was still
deeply sleeping.

  He reached into Shane's pants and felt the warmth emanating from his
loins. Before he knew it, he was wrapping his hand around Shane's hard
shaft. As he felt it for the first time, he let out a sharp breath of
excitement. This was so wrong! Surely his Mum would ground him for
this. Shane would probably beat him up, but his curiosity didn't allow him
to stop.

  He carefully lowered Shane's PJs to reveal the monster and he stared at
it for a long moment. Shane snorted in his sleep and Callum panicked,
letting go of it and snapping his eyes shut.

  He waited just long enough to be sure that Shane was still asleep before
he opened his eyes again. He checked Shane's eyes were still closed before
he took Shane's dick back in hand. He carefully pulled the foreskin back
and studied the exposed head. Shane's dick was fascinating. It was much
bigger than his own, for a start. Easily eight inches or more.

  Callum started to gently stroke the beast, lightly working his thumb over
the head. He started warily, but as he got braver, he started to work it
faster.

  Shane moaned in his sleep. "Mmm, Jamie."

  'Probably some girl from his old school,' thought Callum.

  A bead of pre-cum popped out of the end of Shane's dick. On an impulse,
Callum released Shane's shaft and took the drop on his thumb. He popped it
into his mouth and swilled it around a little. It actually tasted quite
nice.

  Once or twice, Callum had tried his own and had found it salty and
unpleasant, but Shane's was a little sweet. He checked Shane was still
asleep before he reached down again and squeezing his cock. Callum's own
dick was throbbing in his pyjamas so he reached in and palmed it, working
it in time with Shane's.

  Callum began to rub both dick's in earnest. He moved faster and faster
until Shane's body started to writhe slowly. He moaned in his sleep,
repeating the name 'Jamie' over and over. Suddenly, Shane's body tensed
up. Callum panicked. If the cum landed on his shirt, Shane would wonder how
his dick ended up outside his pyjamas. Quick as a flash, Callum darted down
and took Shane's head in his mouth. The hot, creamy load poured into his
mouth and he started to swallow. The taste, coupled with the excitement
drove Callum to the point of orgasm and he creamed his shorts.

  Four blasts later, Callum stuffed Shane's softening dick back inside his
bedclothes and lay down facing away from his cousin. He could taste the
remnants of Shane's cum on his tongue, and he found that he liked it. Guilt
washed over him as he lay there. If Shane ever knew...

  Callum started to cry and Shane stirred. "Hey, kiddo. Did you have a
nightmare?" He rolled into Callum and hugged him from behind. "You're
okay. You're safe with me."

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  Darren woke with a smile still on his face. He showered with a smile on
his face. He made his breakfast with a smile on his face. He even made
extra for his parents; something he hadn't done for a very long time. He
sang while he cooked, dancing and shaking his bottom as he went.

  As he turned around to set the table, he spotted his mother and father
standing in the doorway with huge grins on their faces. Evidently, they had
been watching him dance. They both applauded his little performance and he
blushed furiously.

  "I, er..." He laughed embarrassedly at himself. "I made
breakfast. Pancakes." Both parents were wide eyed when they sat at the
breakfast bar. Darren set a plate in front of each. He kissed his mother's
cheek and gave his dad a hug. "Syrup or butter?"

  Both parents chose butter while Darren opted for sweet syrup. He was not
a great cook, but pancakes he could do.

  His father, Michael, took his first bite. "Mmm. Lovely. So, son, what's
brought this on?"

  Darren smiled enigmatically. "Just in a good mood today. A REALLY good
mood. I think for once, I'm actually happy."

  "So therapy is really working then?" asked Michael, stuffing in another
bite.

  "Yeah. Therapy's good," said Darren vaguely. When Michael looked back at
his plate, Darren gave his mother a quick wink. She smiled, knowing exactly
what he was thinking.

  "Well!" said Michael, jumping from his stool a few minutes later. "That
was wonderful. I've got golf with the guys from Adaris Media so I'd better
get ready."

  He turned to leave, but Darren darted towards him and caught him in a
great bear-hug. "I'm sorry I've been such a dick and I'm sorry I screwed up
so badly."

  His father was a little startled, but he returned the hug happily. They
stood in each other's arms, their embrace slowly erasing the weeks of
mistrust and heartache. Darren felt the shit of the last year washed away
by the love of his father. He had his Daddy back, and he swore to himself
that he would never let anything take him away again.

  The pair heard a sob and looked around. Tanya was looking at her men,
watching their reunion with tears in her eyes. She came over to them and
they enfolded her between them. They were a family again. The hurt that had
strained them for so long, though not forgotten, had certainly been
forgiven.

  After a few minutes, they broke the hug and Darren and Tanya returned to
the table. Michael cleared his throat, as if he were trying to shift a glob
of emotion. "Well, I, er..." He stammered, his voice shaky. He wiped at his
eyes and cleared his throat again. "Shower." He almost bolted from the
room.

  "I, er, I take it your date went well?" said Tanya after Michael had
left. Her voice was just as thick as her husband's had been.

  Darren wiped at both of his eyes. "Yeah. Kyle's great. Wonderful."

  "So, do you think you'll be seeing him again?"

  Darren smiled again. His cheeks were actually starting to hurt with the
amount of smiling he'd done today. "Definitely."

  Darren's phoned beeped. 'Hey babez. U want 2 cum over 4 dinna? Rents
cancelled Sunday lunch. Pick u up @12! K xx'

  "He wants me to come over for dinner today. Can I go Mum?"

  "Wow. Two dates in two days. He must like you. I guess that's okay."

  "Thanks Mum."

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  Three hours later, Darren gave his mother another kiss on the cheek and
said "Love you." He darted out of the house and into the orange Punto.

  "Hey sweetums," said Kyle.

  Darren leaned over and gave him a quick smooch. "Hi babe."

  "Your Mum's still watching."

  "So drive. I want your lips, sexy."

  Kyle giggled and put the car in gear before pulling away. It took twenty
minutes to reach the block of flats that Kyle called home. It was a ten
story building that looked to have been built in the seventies, although
the estate seemed very well kept. Ash trees lined the streets and the path
leading up to the main entrance to the building was lined with rose beds.

  "Wow, nice flowers."

  "Thanks. I planted them myself." Kyle beamed.

  "Really? Wow. Pretty good for a nurse."

  Kyle winked. "Multi-talented, me." He buzzed the door open and led Darren
to the stairs. "I'm on the sixth floor. Need to stretch your hammies?" Kyle
grinned.

  "Shut up, pipsqueak. I'll give you a bloody piggy-back up!"

  "Ooh, big man!" exclaimed Kyle as he mounted up.

  Five and a half floors later, Darren had slowed almost to a stop. Kyle
weighed barely eight stone, but after a hundred and fifty steps, eight
stone felt like eighty. The situation was not being helped by the fact that
Kyle kept playfully nipping at Darren's ears and kissing his neck.

  "It's hard to climb stairs when you're, you know, HARD!" complained
Darren.

  "That's the whole entertainment value of it." Kyle actually licked
Darren's neck sending a shiver of pleasure through Darren's body. Finally
at the door, Kyle dismounted and unlocked it. "There's beer and white wine
in the fridge. Take your pick."

  "I don't think I should. I'm in recovery."

  "Oh. Sorry. I didn't think." He actually looked a little ashamed.

  "Don't worry. You'll get used to dating a junkie," said Darren with a
little sadness in his voice. He had the sudden disheartening thought that
there would be no champagne at his wedding. No toast when he graduates
University. His Dad would never be able to buy him a pint on his eighteenth
birthday.

  "Hey, it's okay." Kyle stood on his tiptoes and gave him a hug. "We all
have our baggage. At least you seem to be getting a handle on yours. Now,
for dinner I was thinking of the whole enchilada. Proper Sunday dinner,
except we go with a clucker instead of a mooer. White meat is much better."

  Kyle set Darren to preparing the veggies while he put the 'clucker' on to
boil. He was being so serious, which to Darren's mind was so out of
character for him. Every moment he had ever shared with Kyle, he had been
the giggly, happy little man. Now he was carefully measuring his herbs and
checking gas flows like a pro. It was nice for Darren to see this side of
him.

  It didn't last long. As soon as Darren had the veggies in the steamer, he
started to give Kyle a back rub. Kyle quickly admonished him and put the
potatoes on to cook. When the water came to boil, Darren reached his arms
around Kyle from behind and pulled him in tight before starting to kiss and
nibble his ears.

  Kyle would allow Darren's ministrations to go on for a few seconds at a
time, releasing a few smalls moans before tapping Darren's hands away and
returning to the stove. Darren quickly changed his tack.

  He put his mouth right next to Kyle's ear, pressing his crotch to Kyle's
backside and running his hands over his chest. "Do you know how cute you
are?" he said breathily into Kyle's ear. He wrapped his arms around Kyle's
waist and kissed his earlobe. Kyle moaned softly. "Your lovely soft skin."
He kissed Kyle's neck. "Your cute little bum." Another kiss and he spun
Kyle around. He picked him up by the buttocks and placed him on the
worktop. "Your full, red lips that always taste of some fruit or other."

  Darren leaned in slowly. Kyle's breathing had become heavy as Darren had
built the atmosphere. He had his eyes half closed as Darren took his bottom
lip into his mouth. 'Mmm,' thought Darren, tasting Kyle's
lip-gloss. 'Peach.'

  They kissed slowly, enjoying the sensuous feel of each other's
lips. Kyle's hands roamed over Darren's back. He pulled Darren in tighter
to his body. It felt like he wanted to pull him right into himself. Darren
put his tongue to Kyle's lips and Kyle opened his mouth. Their tongues
touched and began to massage each other.

  Kyle pushed Darren's face away, just by an inch. He could still feel
Kyle's breath on his lips when he said in a low voice "I need to have a
gander at the chicken."

  Smiling widely, they both went back to work. Darren took a quick moment
to rearrange his erection. He rewashed his hands and put the Yorkshire
puddings in the oven.

  Kyle started to hum 'Poker Face' while he carried on. Darren stepped back
and just watched him. He flitted from pot to pan and back again with
grace. He sang and hummed and wiggled his little arse as if he were
alone. As Darren watched, he found himself thinking that he might be
looking at his future. He thought that 'Mr Kyle Dempster' had a nice ring
to it. He thought that 'I love you Kyle' had a nice ring to it too.

  He wanted to say it out loud, but two dates was too soon, but as he
watched Kyle in all his domestic glory he knew he felt it. Kyle was the man
for him.

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  "Right, Jamie. Get your coat."

  Jamie stared warily at his mother. "Why?"

  "Because you and I are going to rescue the Carters from a roastless
Sunday," she said brightly. She grabbed her car keys and tapped her foot
impatiently. "Well?"

  Jamie rolled his eyes. He should have known. With Diane out of commission
and both Gerry and Dawn completely incapable of cooking, there was nobody
to left to do it. The Lawrences had hosted Shane almost every night since
Diane's accident, but 'Beth the Samaritan' wanted to give them a family
meal before they forgot what one tasted like.

  Jamie's biggest concern came from the fact that his mother had yet to
meet either of Shane's parents. Beth knew that Gerry had no idea about his
and Shane's relationship, so there was no worry on that score. The worry
was that Diane and Beth wouldn't get along. Warring mothers were a
guaranteed end to a relationship in Jamie's mind.

  Jamie tried to surreptitiously text Shane to give his family some
warning, but as he fondled his coat pocket in the passenger seat of the
car, he remembered that he had left his phone on his dresser. All too soon,
they pulled up outside the Carters' home.

  Without knocking, Beth burst into the house and loudly declared "Never
fear! Beth is here!" Jamie felt that a vague entrance like that needed some
additional information so he ran through to the kitchen where the Carter
clan, plus the two Henrys were gathered.

  "Ladies and Gentlemen, Beth Lawrence." He pointed over his shoulder to
his mother.

  Diane looked up as Beth walked into the room. Her eyes went wide as she
took in the sight before her. "Lizzie?!"

  Beth looked back at Diane, utter shock on her face. "Oh my days! Annie!"
She darted forward and, mindful of Diane's casts, gave her a gargantuan
hug. "Annie! My Annie!"

  "Lizzie! Lizzie Williams. I never thought..." said Diane, her voice
catching in her throat. There were tears in her eyes and strain in her
voice.

  Beth looked around and spotted Gerry. "Gerry!"

  Jamie, Shane, Callum and Dawn were all looking back and forth, completely
nonplussed. "Could somebody please clear up what the hell is going on?"
demanded Jamie.

  Diane and Beth were both crying. Gerry was grinning ear to ear. "Diane,
Gerry and I all went to Uni together! I guess because I used to know her as
Annie, I never made the connection."

  "And Lizzie became Beth?" asked Diane, wiping away tears.

  "Yeah, I thought Lizzie Lawrence was a little heavy handed so I started
to go by Beth."

  "Wait." Diane had clearly only just pieced it all together. "YOU'RE
Jamie's mother?! This is unbelievable!"

  The excitement in the room was starting to wear on Jamie. The longer the
conversation went on, the higher the pitch of the women's voices
became. More than anything, Jamie wanted to kiss his boyfriend. It galled
him that he couldn't kiss Shane just because his father was there.

  He gave Shane a quick wink. "Shane, didn't you say there was an article
you wanted me to see?"

  "Oh. Um, yeah! Come on, it's on my laptop." They both hurried up the
stairs and were in Shane's bedroom within seconds. Almost as soon as the
door was closed, Jamie bounded into Shane's arms.

  "Hey sexy." Jamie pressed his lips to Shane's. "Happy
one-month-aversary."

  "Wow. Has it only been a month? I feel like we're already an old married
couple."

  "Are you calling me old?" asked Jamie playfully.

  Suddenly the door burst open and Shane pushed Jamie away. 'Wow; that
stung' thought Jamie. He had only really been out to the world for a little
over a month, but sometimes it really did feel like he needn't have
bothered.

  In the doorway stood Callum, Shane's younger cousin. Much to Jamie's
dismay, the thirteen year old was actually an inch taller than he was.

  "Hey. The grown-ups wanted me out of the way. Is it okay if I hang out
with you guys?"

  "Sure! This is Jamie, my, er, best friend."

  Callum looked at Jamie, disbelief evident in his stare. "Best friend?" He
shrugged. "Cool. Nice to meet you."

  "You too. So, are you looking forward to starting back at school
tomorrow?" asked Jamie.

  Callum shifted uncomfortably. "I don't really like school. I don't have
many friends."

  "Well, there are some great ways to make new friends. Have you thought
about joining the choir? Or the orchestra. Or a sports team?" Jamie sat
down on Shane's bed and was immediately joined by Callum. He sat so close
to Jamie that their elbows kept brushing together. He kept his head down.

  "I guess. I just get kinda nervous around people."

  "Well, you seem fine with us two."

  "Well, Shane's always been really nice to me. And you seem nice too."

  "Aww!" Jamie cooed. He slung his arm around Callum's shoulders and gave
him a one armed hug. "How can a sweetie like you not have friends?" Jamie
reprimanded himself for being camp and continued. "How about girls?"

  "Girls don't like me. I'm too much of a geek."

  "I'm sure they do! And there's nothing wrong with being a geek. We always
end up getting the girls in the end anyway." Jamie laughed internally.

  "Really?" asked Callum, his eyes wide.

  "Definitely. Think about it. We geeks end up getting good jobs. We're
nice to be around. We don't just talk about football all the time. We're
catches!"

  "Seconded," said Shane, giving Jamie a surreptitious wink.

  "Plus, we give the girls smart kids, and that's what they really want."

  Callum seemed slightly happier with that. He excused himself to go to the
bathroom. As soon as he was out the door, Shane came over to the bed and
lay on top of Jamie. "Let's try this again."

  "Callum will be back any second."

  "Then we'd better hurry!" said Shane, pressing his lips sensually against
Jamie's. They shared their tongues and rubbed their bodies together before
they heard the creaky floorboard outside Shane's bedroom and they pulled
apart. Callum came into the room with a smile on his face and the trio
started playing on Shane's Xbox while they waited for dinner.

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  "Okay, you go set the table," said Kyle, grabbing a handful of Darren's
firm arse. Left alone in the kitchen, Kyle took a deep breath. Generally,
if John-Paul hadn't liked anything Kyle had cooked, he expressed his
displeasure with a fist. Kyle kept reminding himself that Darren was not
John-Paul. Darren seemed genuinely pleased to be here with him.

  He placed both plates on the table, and Darren grabbed Kyle's arm. Kyle
instantly cringed, but Darren simply pulled him into his lap and wrapped
his arms around his waist. "Thank you, babe." He gave Kyle a noisy kiss and
released him. "It looks great."

  Kyle beamed. It had been a long time since he had had his cooking
complimented. He took his seat and the pair tucked in. Darren sampled
everything quickly and moaned his appreciation. Kyle ate with just his left
hand since his right was being held gently by Darren.

  Darren devoured his meal in record time. Kyle couldn't remember ever
eating like that, even when HE had been sixteen. He wondered quickly where
Darren put it all. Kyle had only eaten half of his meal when he put his
fork down. "I want to save room for dessert," he offered seeing the
questioning look on Darren's face. "I made Sticky Buns."

  Darren pulled Kyle back into his lap. "Hmm, I think I could make some
sticky buns too," he said slyly.

  Kyle rolled his eyes at the terrible pun. "Shush, you. Shall I go get
your dessert then?"

  Darren looked dreamily into Kyle's eyes. "They'll keep." He picked Kyle
up bodily, moved him over to the settee and lay on top of him. His tongue
quickly broached Kyle's lips and the two made out with abandon. Kyle lifted
Darren's shirt halfway up his back and caressed his skin while Darren
rubbed his crotch against Kyle's.

  They both moaned as they got more and more into their little after dinner
treat. Darren had one hand up the front of Kyle's shirt, massaging one of
his nipples, even as his lips massaged Kyle's neck. Kyle was as hard as he
ever remembered being.

  All too soon Darren pulled away, breathing heavily. "Sorry. Need to cool
down or I'm gonna blow."

  "Good point. Don't want to ruin the upholstery." Kyle giggled. "Do you
want to have a shufties at a film?" Darren nodded and Kyle directed him to
the DVD cabinet. "I'm going to have some vino. Back in two shakes of a
stick."

  Kyle nipped into the kitchen and poured himself a glass of white. Once
back in the lounge, he saw that Darren had put on 'Troy.' "Ooh, Brad Pitt
is such a hottie!"

  "Really? You go for that kind of guy?" asked Darren, his eyebrows arched.

  "You don't?!" Kyle was incredulous.

  "Well..." Darren looked odd for a moment. "I actually haven't thought
about any guy but you. Strange, huh?"

  Kyle practically floated into Darren's arms. He was such a sweet
boy. They kissed again as the film started. Darren kicked off his shoes and
settled onto the couch. Kyle grabbed the woollen blanket his grandmother
had knitted for him last Christmas and lay on Darren's chest. Darren
promptly wrapped his arm around Kyle, and they lay comfortably together.

  It was when the war started that Kyle decided the time was right to
return to their amorous activities. Kyle leaned up while Darren was
immersed in the film and started to kiss Darren's neck. He had discovered
that Darren's earlobes were his weakness, so he worked his way up and took
the nearest one into his mouth, nibbling on it gently.

  What he had forgotten is that he had an almost full glass of wine in his
hand, so when Darren reacted to Kyle's attentions, he knocked the glass out
Kyle's hand and all over himself.

  Darren jumped up. "Aah! Shit! Sorry, Kyle. Fuck, I'm such a dick. Damn
it, I'm so sorry!" He darted to the kitchen for a cloth, but when he
returned, Kyle took the cloth from him.

  Darren was working himself into a frenzy. "None of it went on the couch,
so calm down. It's all over you."

  "Yeah, and it's really fuckin' cold!" He chuckled and pulled his sodden
shirt away from his body.

  "Okay, strip. I'll put your clothes in the washer and you can wrap up in
this until they're dry." Kyle held up the blanket.

  "Are you just trying to get me naked?" asked Darren with mock suspicion.

  "Would li'l old me do that?" he asked in his best 'innocent' voice.

  Darren rolled his eyes before he started to strip right there in the
living room. He pulled of his t-shirt first and Kyle saw the rippling
muscles flexing. They were wet from the wine, and Kyle had to remind
himself to breathe.

  Next came the jeans. As Darren peeled them off, Kyle actually did stop
breathing. His well defined legs were a sight to behold. Kyle's heart was
beating out of his chest. "Um, if you...er, want to...uh, you know,
shower..." He pointed towards the bathroom. His mouth had gone suddenly
very dry.

  "Thanks." Darren walked over to the bathroom door and shed his boxers,
giving Kyle a flash of his two perfect cheeks. Kyle was hard again. He took
Darren's clothes to the washer. As he went to insert the boxers, he
couldn't resist having a little sniff. It was musky, and sent another quick
pulse through his dick.

  Kyle returned to the film. Unusually for him, he sat with one hand down
his trousers, slowly rubbing his five inch dick as Brad and Orlando went
about their business. When Darren returned, wearing nothing but a towel and
his skin glistening with water, he pulled Kyle back onto his chest. Kyle,
however, was not interested in the film.

  It had been over a month since he had seen any action, and Darren had
awoken his desire. He kissed Darren's chest, taking a nipple into his mouth
and lathering it with his tongue.

  Before he knew what he was doing, he yanked Darren's towel from his waist
and stared at the young, naked specimen before him. Darren was beginning to
rise to the occasion, and as his beautiful seven inch cock filled fit to
burst, Kyle let out a breath of anticipation.

  He pulled off his own shirt and shoes and lay on Darren's naked form,
returning to Darren's lips while his left hand roamed south to grasp
Darren's throbbing erection. Clearly the excitement of the day had been too
much for Darren as after only four or five strokes, he moaned into Kyle's
mouth, gripped him tightly, and shot his hot load between them.

  Kyle moved down to Darren's chest and lapped up his cum, savouring the
taste and texture even as his own balls begged for release. In a flash,
Darren had Kyle on his back. He kissed him deeply and said "Your turn."

  He kissed fervently down Kyle's tiny chest before using his teeth to undo
the button and zip on Kyle's trousers. Kyle lifted his bum so that Darren
could remove them fully.

  Naked now, Kyle watched as Darren absorbed the sight before him. Darren
took Kyle's dick in his hand and squeezed slightly. Kyle couldn't help but
moan. Darren kissed the inside of his left thigh, and then the right. He
moved up a few inches and kissed again. The anticipation was driving Kyle
wild.

  Darren took Kyle's hairless balls into his mouth and gently swilled them
around with his tongue. Kyle was in heaven. John-Paul had never seen fit to
pleasure Kyle so thoroughly, but Darren seemed to really enjoy it.

  Releasing Kyle's balls, he kissed his way up the shaft, sticky with
streams of pre-cum that had oozed out. Darren stopped for a second and
smacked his lips together, clearly sampling the sticky substance. It seemed
to pass the taste test.

  Kyle was breathing heavily now, moaning at every tentative touch. Darren
kissed the head of Kyle's dick before he finally took the whole of his
shaft into his mouth eliciting a small gasp from Kyle. The warmth of
Darren's mouth; the feel of his soft, agile tongue running time and time
again over the sensitive underside of Kyle's dickhead; the tightening of
Darren's lips as he buried his face in Kyle's shaven pubic region. All of
these and more were sending shockwaves of delight through his little body.

  While Darren played along the shaft, he rolled Kyle's balls around in
their little sack. Kyle laced his fingers through Darren's soft hair and
started to moan in time with Darren's head movements. At length, Kyle felt
his long overdue orgasm rushing forth.

  He tapped Darren's shoulder. "I'm about to cum," he warned. Darren sucked
harder and faster, his hands playing along the inside of Kyle's
thighs. Kyle tapped again. "Baby, I'm gonna-ah!" cried Kyle as his will to
hold back crumbled and his pent-up load busted out.

  Kyle shot three times into Darren's mouth, his breathing jagged and
little moans of pleasure coming out at the same time. Darren had swallowed
the whole offering and was now kissing up Kyle's chest, stopping to kiss
each tattoo star on his way up. He tongued each nipple before finally
returning to Kyle's lips.

  The ecstasy Kyle was feeling was unparalleled by anything he had ever
experienced before. He knew that he was falling hard and fast in love with
this boy, but he was scared to say it too soon in case he scared Darren
away. They kissed for a few minutes more before they lay naked together
under the wool blanket watching the television. Kyle fell asleep on
Darren's chest, happier than he had ever been before.

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  Sunday night was peaceful for Diane and Beth. Beth had cooked and served
Sunday lunch for seven. Gerry had apologised and left before dessert was
served saying that he was going to wet his whistle at the Duck on the
Water. Dawn had gone to bed complaining of a headache, and the three boys
were upstairs playing on Shane's Xbox again.

  Beth had wheeled Diane into the lounge where they now sat drinking tea
and catching up on the twenty years they had been apart. Beth was
flabbergasted that they could have lived so close for so many years and not
run into each other. Even more shocking was that not only had their two
sons attended the same school for the last five years, but were in fact in
love with each other.

  Diane, or Annie as Beth knew her, sighed happily. "Young love. I see it
every time my Shane talks about little Jamie."

  "I know. Jamie's head over heels for Shane. I remember you and Gerry
being like that in Uni. All gooey eyed."

  "He still gets like that sometimes." Diane chuckled.

  "Spare me the details!" laughed Beth, holding up a hand in surrender
before turning serious again. "I've been meaning to come round and talk to
you about the situation with Gerry. Shane seems desperate to come out to
him."

  "I know. It's awful, but I don't know what I can do. I've talked to him
and we're going to wait until after I get my casts off. It seems logical in
case we need to make a hasty escape. Beyond that, I have no idea." She
rubbed at her temples with her one good hand. "I hate talking about Gerry
this way, but if he doesn't take it well, I'll have to leave him."

  "We don't need to talk about that just yet. I was thinking of something
else. Jamie's birthday is coming up in about a month. I was thinking that
we could send the boys off for a spa weekend. We can tell Gerry that they
went camping."

  "What does that achieve?" asked Diane uncertainly.

  "Well, it gives the boys a chance to be a real couple. They'll spend a
weekend, just the two of them, and then maybe it'll make Shane feel better
about the whole thing; if they reaffirm their relationship, it'll make the
lying easier. They don't have to come out yet, but they need to explore
their relationship a little more. They're still young."

  "Sounds like a plan, Lizzie." They clinked their cups. "God, I've missed
you." Diane took Beth's hand and they fell into a comfortable silence as
they basked in the glow of a friendship rekindled.

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I hope you enjoyed this. This chapter is definitely one of my favourites so
far.

Before any of you dirty minded folk say it, in Britain the word Shufty
means to 'look at something'. Get your mind out of the gutter!

Any comments, questions, or even suggestions are welcome. Please feel free
to email me with your thoughts at thebobbyfish@gmail.com. Your emails are
all very welcome, and I will try to answer ever single one of them!

If you haven't already, you should start reading Val 'n Tyne. Also, Riding
Lessons is coming along nicely. Both can be found in the High School
section of the website.

Keep an eye out for Chapter Fourteen!