Date: Mon, 18 Feb 2002 22:11:39 +0800
From: gspencer <gspencer@amitar.com.au>
Subject: The man in my dreams

This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to any person,
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All my stories are written for those who have a moderate grasp of English
and like a story in which there may be some sex. Any word you do not
understand can be found in the Pocket Oxford Dictionary. 1992 edition.
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Dedication. To the young man who inspired my vision of Martin, and
therefore this story. He is straight in every way you can use that word and
knows I am gay. Last time he visited me he told me that if he could have
chosen his father, he would have chosen me.

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			   THE MAN IN MY DREAMS

I get depressed when I hear people spending all their time concentrating on
the negative, always talking about those who hate us and try to hurt us, as
if they were the most important thing in the world. I want to tell you a
story about the man I still dream of, more than just occasionally.

     His name is Martin Rockwell. He's the one you're always reading about,
or seeing on TV whenever he wins another complicated case. He's the one
with the mind like a steel trap and the tongue like a razor, the best legal
mind in over a century as one journalist described him. Yes he does have a
wife and two, soon to be three, beautiful children and no, he is not Bi.
He's been naked in the shower washing me and didn't even get half hard.

     What is a gay guy doing dreaming about a straight guy? I'm in love
with him. Not like that but like you love a wonderful caring brother or
your very best friend. He is both to me. He is also my boss. His brother is
my partner and his stepmother is my workmate and the other legal researcher
working for him. She is on loan from his father because Janine had to leave
unexpectedly. Her pregnancy was not going as well as everyone hoped. Ellen
is training her replacement, since I can't talk on the phone.

      What's wrong with me? I have cerebral palsy. I can do all sorts of
things with the aids I have, but my speech impediment can't be fixed.
Martin and Damien have no trouble with it. Neither does anyone at Hilder,
North and Rockwell, but it often upsets other people and some of them think
I'm stupid because of it.

   I intend to write as if I spoke normal English, but just to help you see
the problem, I will give you a sample. If I said to you "What do you want?"
it would come out "Wa do oo wan?" Martin saw through the speech impediment
into my soul and loved what he saw. Damien did too, but he was very shy
back then, and so was I. In time Damien took out my soul, held it in his
hands, kissed it and cherished it. Do you wonder why I love the Rockwells?

      Martin was the man in my dreams for well over a year. I knew he was
straight and intended to marry Melinda but it was him I was in love with,
until I got to know Damien enough think of him as more than just Martin's
little brother. I suppose I had better start at the beginning and hope I
can write well enough to make you see behind the public persona and give
you a glimpse of one of the most wonderful people God has ever put of this
earth.

     By the way, my name is William Gosport. I will write this as I saw
it. Some of the things that people were thinking I have had to guess from
what they told me later, but I think they are fairly accurate guesses. If I
sound a bit sarcastic and edgy at times, please forgive me. Years of people
looking down on you simply because you have a disability tends to do that
to you.

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     It was the first day of the new school year and I really was not
looking forward to it. There were many time when I kicked myself for my
stubbornness in refusing to go to a school for the handicapped. It was just
that I wanted to get a proper education, not be fed pre-digested pap.
Besides, if you went to the school they wanted me to go to, you never got
to sit the normal exams. Just because I had cerebral palsy did not mean I
was stupid and I refused to be forced into that mould. I wanted to show
people that I could overcome my handicap and put my brain to its proper
use.

     I know I'm an arrogant, strong-willed, stubborn, selfish shithead.
I've been told often enough. The funny thing is that it has never been by
my parents or my friends, although Martin did once tell me I was stubborn,
but he was smiling when he said it. Before you ask, yes I did have
friends. Five of the most loyal friends one could ever hope for. Year Ten
was the year I made several more and we are still friends today.

     The five friends with whom I started that year were Alex, Jocelyn,
Roger, Natalie and Robert. They had been my friends since Year Six. That
was when I convinced my mother that I should be in an ordinary school. I
was twisted but I could walk and talk and hardly ever had muscle spasms by
then. I hardly ever had a bad day when I needed to use crutches and I no
longer wet myself and needed to change all the time. Mum did insist that I
took a change of underwear in a plastic bag, just in case, but I hardly
ever had to use it. It was not until high school and mainly in Year Nine
that I began to need it again. That was when we got some nasty newcomers
who thought it would be fun to tease and harass me. They got me so upset
that at times my self-control broke down and I began to get muscle spasms
again.

     Loganbrae High School was the school where all the kids from
surrounding schools went when they wanted to go to university.  There were
always lots of kids who dropped out, or transferred, after Year Ten and the
school took kids from surrounding schools to do Years Eleven and
Twelve. They were very successful and most of the seniors got into the Uni
courses they wanted.  Some of the schools they came from were much rougher
than ours and that is why we sometimes got nasty but smart kids in Year
Eleven. The Headmaster and all the teachers were very nice and they would
not put up with bullying, but they can't be with you everywhere you go. The
way the new boys had treated me last year was why I was worried about going
back to school.

     The gang was waiting for me as I got off the bus. They were so excited
that you would have thought it was months since we saw each other instead
of a few days. They told me later they thought I might give up because of
the harassment. They hadn't realised how stubborn I am. They had tried
their best to keep me from being bullied but they were no match for my
tormentors.

     The first couple of weeks were easy. Probably because of everyone
settling into new classes and new routines. The influx of new kids seemed
to be the same as usual and we soon settled into the year's work. It was in
the third week that the bullies began to appear. I was on my way to lunch
and to meet the gang under our big tree. As I was walking past the bottom
of the stairs I was knocked over by Arvi Properjohn, who was talking to
Rogerson and not looking where he was going. I tried to get up, but I need
to hold on to something when I'm down on the ground.

     "What the hell? Look where you're going shithead. Oh look Rogerson
it's the spas. Getting even clumsier than last year spas? Going to shit
your pants for us?" Then he laughed and nudged his mate who was laughing at
his sally.

      "I would have thought someone of your age and intelligence would have
learned better behaviour by now." A strong pair of hands clamped under my
armpits and lifted me to my feet. He was behind me and I had no idea who it
was. "It appears you may be even more intellectually disabled than he's
physically disabled. You're certainly more socially inept, and in need of
help if you aren't to fall flat on your social face."

     "Shut your face or I'll shut it for you."

      "Resorting to violence is a futile exercise. If you have to do that
then you've already lost the argument. I usually avoid it but, if it's the
only way you're capable of arguing, I will accommodate you any time and
place of your choosing."

     "You're a smart arse. You're new and stupid, you're going to piss
yourself before we're through." Rogerson was angry.

      "I see! You're only brave enough to go one-on-one if your opponent is
already disabled. For someone like me you cowards need to be at least two
on one. Now I know the score I'll be ready."

     There was quite a crowd around us by now and there was a call of
"Teacher" from the back. Within seconds we were alone and he took his hands
away and bent to pick up my bag. As I began to move I realised I had the
biggest woody ever. All I could hope was that my trousers were baggy enough
for it not to be too obvious.

     "What seems to be the trouble Mr Rockwell?" Mr Fergusson asked.

      "No trouble sir. I was just helping this young man up."

     "You're not in trouble are you William?"

     "O nooo Hir."

    Mr Fergusson smiled at both of us. "Judging by the report from Mr
Rockwell's old school, I didn't think you would be, but I was just
checking." Then he walked away.  I turned to take my bag and almost shot my
load. I was looking at the nearest thing to a god I had ever seen. He was
better than any of the models in my secret store of magazines.  Not much
taller than me, probably 180cm, with the most amazing hazel eyes and soft
brown hair.

     "Are you OK now William or would you like some more help?"

     "I'm fine Mr Rockwell. Thanks for your help."

      "My name is Martin and all my friends use it. I'm only Rockwell to
strangers or people I don't like. I hope you're not offended if I think of
you as a friend, and ask you to call me Martin too?"

      "Oh no I'm not offended. It's always nice to make new friends."

      "Well you'd better get down to the tree before your friends start
worrying about you, and I had better find Damien before he starts worrying
about me."

      He went in one direction and I went in the other. I almost floated
down to the gang and told them everything (except about the woody) and
answered their questions as best I could. They did seem to look at me a bit
strangely as I described his strong hands and broad shoulders. Natalie and
Jocelyn were nudging each other when I described his captivating eyes,
strong nose and beautiful smile. They seemed really pleased that we now had
another ally who may become another friend.

     I didn't know I had fallen in love, or was it lust? I had never
thought much about the mechanical side of sex. Everyone assumes you don't
have sexual feelings when you're handicapped, but they're wrong. They find
it easier to avoid thinking about it because there is so little possibility
of someone like me finding a satisfactory sexual outlet, let alone a
partner. I had just grown up thinking I would always be single. I might
have dreamed of how I would like to be treated by one of the guys in my
magazines, but I had never dreamed it might be possible. Now I desperately
wanted it to be possible. Now I wanted to be held and fondled by the very
real Martin Rockwell.

     That night I did not wait to have a wet dream. I wanked for the very
first time. I had never wanted to before then. I was content to let my
balls take care of emptying themselves and to enjoy the impossible dreams
they gave me. I discovered some of my fingers are too clawed to straighten
enough to hold my prick and they don't have much strength. I had to use the
backs of the fingers and both hands to get it to work, but it certainly did
work. The trouble was, it was so overwhelming it caused my brain to fire
random signals everywhere and I spasmed for five minutes at least after
cumming. Fortunately no one heard me and came to investigate. It did make
me rather sad though, I realised I would never be able to pleasure my
partner that way, if I did manage to get one.

     The next few weeks were pretty quiet on the trouble front. I think
they were too busy to even think about me. We often saw Martin with another
boy who was in Year Eight. They were sufficiently alike for them to be
brothers, although the younger boy was much more slightly built than
Martin. Whenever we met Martin in the halls he was friendly and kind and
the gang began to really like him. Jocelyn even said to me that I wasn't
exaggerating, he really was a hunk. I think she might have realised I was
gay, but I never said anything and neither did she.

      It was two weeks before semester's end when I found we had acquired
two other bullies in the new intake. I was on my way to the bus after
school when they saw me. The gang were on different buses so I was alone.
They stood in my way and I'm not quick enough on my feet to get around
anyone who wants to stop me.

     "Looky looky Moshe. They even let spastics into this school."

      "What a bummer Thommo, fancy having to breathe the same air as this
sort of shit. Why aren't you in a Home where normal people don't have to
look at you?"

     I was tired and this was getting to me, I hit overload and I began to
get the shakes. Then it happened again.

     "David Thompson, Moshe Aarons, how many times do you need to be told
before it sinks into your thick skulls? This is unacceptable behaviour. I
find it hard to believe that you could be so stupid Moshe. People
discriminate against you because of your religion, and yet you have no
empathy for anyone else who's in the same position. It says volumes about
your character, and none of it's good. Get yourselves out of here and leave
my friend alone."

     "Trust you to interfere Rockwell. You must have every lame dog and
stray cat in the city in your backyard."

     "Whatever you say Thompson. You know my opinion I've had to tell you
often enough. Get lost and never interfere with William again or you'll get
the rough edge of my tongue." They left, swearing at him as they did, but
it was very quietly.

     I stood there shaking like a leaf. Then I saw my bus leaving without
me. How was I going to get home? The shaking began to become a real
spasm. I managed to get out an anguished "Bus". Suddenly those strong hands
were holding me again and his voice was gentle in my ear.

     "Shhh, shhh. You're safe now Will. I have you and nothing bad is going
to happen. Calm down and get control again my friend. We will take you
home. There's nothing for you to worry about."

     It was too late. Urine was running down my leg and puddling beside my
shoe.

     "Damien, bring his bag. We'll use the wash room near the car park."

     He almost carried me, and I'm no lightweight. We seemed to get there
in under a minute. The moment the door was shut my pants were off. I always
wear pants that are baggy enough to go over my shoes. I could see his face
as he worked. There was not the slightest sign of revulsion, only
compassion, and dare I believe love?

     "There should be a spare pair of briefs in his bag." He must have been
talking to the gang to have known that.

     I got my first good look at Damien as Martin was removing my shoes and
then my briefs. He is shorter than Martin and has this amazing red-gold
hair. He is slim and he grew to be wiry but strong, rather than broad like
Martin. He pulled out my spare briefs and washrag and stood up. His eyes
were the same colour as Martin's and just as riveting. The pair of us just
stood there looking into each other's eyes. They were blue, then
golden-brown then green, and so mesmerisingly beautiful. I have no idea
what he was seeing but I was so lost in him that I just didn't care. Then I
got embarrassed and looked away.

     Isn't it stupid? Here I was embarrassed about having everything on
show when people had been seeing me like this all my life. You soon learn
not to be embarrassed about it. Alex, Roger and Robert have all had to help
me a few times over the years and I never felt like this in front of
them. It wasn't Martin it was Damien that made me feel this way. Martin
took the washrag and dried the leg of my trousers. He put my wet briefs in
the sink with the tap running and wet the cloth. He began to wash me from
the ankle up. I started getting hard.

     "Don't worry Will. We'll soon have you cleaned up and be on our
way. I'll rinse your briefs so you don't have the smell of them in your
bag."

     I looked at him and got so hard it hurt. The gentle way he was working
up my leg really turned me on. The expression on Damien's face is hard to
describe. I think wonderment would be the closest I could get. I'm not all
that long but I have one like a small salami or a coke can. Damien could
not take his eyes off it. I began to blush but my blood was needed
elsewhere. Martin just kept washing. He peeled back the foreskin and washed
there. I just had time to say "cumming" and it began to shoot. He held me
as the inevitable twitches set in but I was not too bad that time, and they
were over in just a couple of minutes. He threw the rag into the sink and
just stroked my face while it was happening. He had this beautiful, loving
smile on his face.

     "Don't be embarrassed Will. It could happen to anyone. I'm not upset
or embarrassed by your doing it. You're my mate and helping is what mates
are for."

     Embarrassed? God in Heaven! Here I was virtually naked, held gently
but securely in the arms of the sexiest boy I had ever seen and cumming my
balls off. I wasn't embarrassed. I was in heaven. I laid my head on his
shoulder and kissed his neck, and then I whispered "Thank you".

     He squeezed the washcloth and began to clean me up again. There was a
really mischievous look on his face. "You can dream all you want my sweet
friend, but don't get your hopes up. I'm not that way inclined. I have a
girlfriend and we're planning on getting married as soon as we're able." I
already knew that. One of the boys had told Robert about his girlfriend
Melinda and Robert had told us.

     "I do know of someone who might be interested. But he will have to get
over his shyness first." Damien was looking at the floor and blushing. I
didn't realise what it meant back then.

     They cleaned up the mess and dressed me again and all too soon we were
on our way to the car park. Damien ran ahead and unlocked a silver Corolla
only a few years old. I was home only five minutes later than the bus got
me there.  Of course I had to put my briefs in to be washed and that
brought the questions about why I had needed to use them.  I think Mum was
satisfied with my explanation and she certainly was impressed when I told
her how Marin had demolished the bullies with only a couple of sentences.

     That night over dinner I got a few questions from Dad. That made
Dolores and Julian look very uncomfortable. So what's new? They were always
uncomfortable around me. They even tried to avoid bringing their friends
home if they thought they might have to see me. Mum and Dad tried to get
them to change but it was a waste of time.

      "There are a couple of things I need to know William. Are you still
comfortable about going to Loganbrae and having to put up with this kind of
harassment? And who exactly is this Martin Rockwell? He sounds like a
really good friend. I know a Bill Rockwell who has two sons. His wife was
killed in that terrible train crash where that idiot drove his truck into
the side of a train at the level crossing in Camberwell. I haven't seen him
much since then"

     "Yes Dad. I still want to keep going. Things can only get better now
Martin's there. He really looks out for me and he can cut anyone down to
size. He's never spoken about his father so I have no idea if he is the son
of this Bill Rockwell. I do know that his brother is Damien and that his
girlfriend is Melinda."

     "Melinda what dear?" Mum asked.

     "I think Roger said it was Loomis, why?"

     Mum and Dad exchanged funny looks and then Dad asked. "Do you know
anything about his mother?"

       "Jocelyn told us that Damien told her brother his mother was dead."

     "That's fine Son. I think you just might have found yourself a very
strong and trustworthy new friend." Then Dad left the table. So did I. No
one trusts me with anything breakable and I had other jobs to do.

     That night I had the most wonderful dream ever. Martin was holding me
in his arms and kissing and fondling me. I woke up to find myself shooting
another huge load. The trouble was that I only had a few seconds to enjoy
it before the spasms hit. I was so exhausted that I just went back to sleep
without cleaning up. Twice in about twelve hours was a record for me.
Especially considering that it had only been once every week or so, up
until a couple of months ago.

     The next day I was waiting for Mrs Walton to start English
Literature. I was looking through our book of poems. I opened it at random
and saw this little poem by Tennyson. I had never thought that people could
be compared to animals except in the wildest flights of fantasy, but this
poem about an eagle made me instantly see Martin.

      He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
      Close to the sun in lonely lands,
      Ringed with the azure world he stands.

      The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
      He watches from his mountain walls,
      And like a thunderbolt he falls.

     I got this dreamy feeling. Martin was almost treating me as if I was
his baby brother, his chick. Eagles are well known for looking after their
chicks with great care and gentleness. They are often away hunting but they
have phenomenal eyesight and can see details from miles away. The way he
had come down on those two yesterday was like a thunderbolt. His talons
were his brilliant mind and his sharp tongue and he could kill almost
anything short of a bull with them. No snake could survive him. If danger
came near his chick he would tear it apart. I might not be able to see him,
but he was out there watching. Circling in the sun on huge powerful
wings. My eyes misted up and I have no idea how I got through that period.

      I know it was over the top. Way out there in fantasy land, but it was
how I felt that day. I have never changed my mind about that poem being a
description of him.

      The gang had heard about the incident the day before and I had to
tell them all about it. I didn't try to hide the fact that Martin had
needed to clean me up. They had been my friends for long enough to know
that sometimes it happened and they were not grossed out. The only thing
that Alex asked about it was, 'how did he treat me when he was doing it'. I
told him Martin was as gentle and kind as if I was his baby brother. I
could see Alex relaxing as I spoke. I think that was the day they all
decided that they could trust Martin as much as they trusted each other. It
seemed like he had just passed their ultimate test. I told them how I felt
about the way he rescued me and I even read them the poem. There were tears
in the girls' eyes when I had finished.

     Things went well for months, until near the end of winter. No one gave
us any trouble. We were walking back from West block to East block. As
almost everyone did, Alex and I took the shortcut across the quadrangle,
past the gym. I was on crutches because my stupid leg muscles decided to
play up with the changes in the weather.  Half way across I got this urgent
need to shit. The nearest place was the gym and I told Alex. He knew we
only had a few minutes before it was too late. He ran and held the door for
me since I couldn't manage it with the crutches. We made it into the change
room but that is where it fell apart. In there were Properjohn and Rogerson
just getting ready to leave.

   "Well, well, well. What have we here? It looks like a spastic shithead
and his brown nosed mate. Nice to see you again, let's kick things around a
bit." He kicked one of my crutches out of my hand.

     Alex screamed, "Leave him alone you fucking bullies". Arvi was
laughing as he kicked my other crutch and I lost my precarious balance.
Rogerson stepped over me and grabbed Alex by the shirt.

     "Don't call me names you little shit. I'm going to pulverise you for
that." It was too much for me. I lay on the floor and went into a wild fit
of spasms. Even in that state I could hear their derisive laughter and the
door opening. I was not able to keep still for long enough to know exactly
what happened, but Rogerson suddenly staggered across the room and hit the
wall. As my head swung back I could see my Eagle standing over me. He
looked proud and defiant and very dangerous.

      "You two will meet me in the park after school. I'll be down near the
bush at four and you will be there. If you're not the whole school will
know by this time tomorrow." The door opened again and I could hear Mr
Cook's voice.

     "What's going on in here? Rogerson, Properjohn, what are you still
here for? Get to your classes NOW!" The door squeaked again. "What can we
do for him?"

      Martin was already doing it. He was holding my feet and taking off my
shoes. I smelt pretty bad as shit and piss dribbled into my pants but he
never paused for a second.  "I think he needs a shower Sir, and I'll need
Alex to help me."

      "It's a waste of time asking you how this happened, and guesses are
not good enough. Do whatever you need to and I'll get you permission to be
absent from class. Stay with them Wilson and do whatever Mr Rockwell tells
you. Every 'Knight in Shining Armour' needs a Squire." It's a funny thing
but no one ever thought of shortening his name to Marty, and the teachers
often referred to him as Mr Rockwell. Even at seventeen he was held in that
sort of respect.

     It was the worst relapse I ever had. Even when Damien and I made love
for the first time, I was nowhere near as bad as that. I suspect it was
because of my fear of Joe Rogerson beating up Alex. A couple of kids from
the next class came in for a piss, and I could see the revulsion on their
faces as they saw my drooling mouth and waving limbs, and I smelt. Martin
was holding my legs so I was not being pushed from side to side. He put his
arms around my body and lifted me.

      "Trousers Alex. Try not to get them dirty."

     Then he laid me on the floor again while he stripped. He turned on the
shower and held me up while Alex took off my shirt and vest. Then with
loving gentleness he lifted me over his shoulder and took me under the
warm, cleansing, spray of water.

     I was hanging over his shoulder as he knelt and removed my underpants.
I saw Mr Cook come from the weights room and hand Alex two towels. He
looked worried and sorry, but he wasn't angry. Martin stayed there for a
minute and he washed my briefs out. He threw them behind him on the change
room floor.

      "Wring them out Alex and get his clean ones. Do you need to clean his
trousers?"

      Mr Cook spoke. "I'll have Mr Brown clean his trousers up and put them
over the heater in the weights room to dry. I have to get back but if you
need anything come and ask."

      He washed me from my hair to my toes. He made sure there was not a
skerrick of dirt left on me. Even when he was washing around my hole and my
dick he didn't get horny. His beautiful ornament was hard against my skin
and I could feel it swell, but I don't think it was even half hard. I was
in no state to get my usual woody. My muscles were still spasming and I was
feeling humiliated. There seemed to be a constant stream of kids needing a
piss and they stopped to stare with mouths open and faces curled in
disbelief or disgust. Just because my brain can't control my muscles
doesn't mean it stops working. I could see them. Alex tried to get them
out, and was becoming pretty angry with them.

     Martin must have known what was going on but he behaved as if this was
the most normal thing in the world. "Calm down Will. Don't let them get to
you. If you let them upset you they win and they don't deserve to win.
You're worth ten of them. Just let yourself relax and your control will
come back. Please dear Will try to relax. Take your anger out on me. Punch
me if you have to. I'll take everything you dish out just so these ghouls
don't have the satisfaction of winning."

     His words seemed to work. I could feel myself beginning to regain
control but the tension from muscles that had knotted up was becoming
excruciatingly painful. I managed to throw my arms around his neck and I
cried into his shoulder. He held me and gently patted my back until the
sobbing stopped. That gave me back my control but it still left the pain
from the knotted muscles and the humiliation. He was so gentle as laid me
on a towel on the bench seat to dry me and then laid a shirt over me while
he dried himself.

     "See if we can use a massage table and if Mr Cook or Mr Brown can give
us some massage oil. We have to get these knots out of his muscles before
they get so painful they set him off again." Alex was off like a shot. He
was back in just a minute.

      "All set Martin. Shall I take his legs?" I could see Alex's eyes.
Talk about a bad case of hero worship. Who am I to talk? If I had been in
any state to do it I would have thrown myself at his feet and begged him to
let me show him how I felt. I would have given him my virginity. I would
have sucked him dry. I'd have done anything he asked to show him how I felt
right then.

     They picked me up and carried me into the weights room, still with my
strategically placed shirt on. Mr Brown was holding the door for us and he
had a clean towel spread on the massage table. There were a couple of kids
in there finishing up, but they just ignored us. I think they were
embarrassed because Martin was still naked. Alex had come back before he
had finished drying himself and he hadn't waited to put anything on. He was
treating me as if I was the most important person in the world and his own
modesty was irrelevant. Mr Brown handed him a little hand towel and he
slipped it under the shirt and over my equipment before he lifted the shirt
away. I was in absolute awe that he could be so careful of my modesty and
so careless about his own. I could see that Alex felt the same and so did
Mr Brown.

     I am sure that man is a natural healer. I have never had a massage
like the ones he gives. Massages from Damien are a pure delight, but they
never heal the way his do. Even now, if I have a bad spasm and get knotted
up, if Damien can't release the tension he calls Martin. He worked on every
muscle in my body both front and back. While he was working on my back I
got a woody. Talk about embarrassing. It was nothing to what happened next.
He was working on the muscle in the top of my thigh when it happened. I
couldn't help it. I just started squeaking and bounced my dick on the table
a few times while I shot my load. His reaction was instant. He draped the
towel over my buttocks and put his arm around me, turning me a little to
face him.

      "Please forgive me for being so careless Will. I've embarrassed you,
and I feel awful. You've had enough embarrassment and humiliation without
my stupidity adding to it."

      "Noooo! Not you! Me." I burst into tears.

     Then Alex was at my side, holding my hand and brushing the tears away.
"It's alright Willie. Don't cry. It was an accident."

     "Shhh, shhh, my sweet Will. I know how you feel about me. I should
have been more careful. Don't be upset. There's nothing to be ashamed of."
I opened my eyes and looked straight into Mr Brown's face. He was kneeling
between the two of them. There was an instant pang of fear, but it shrank
into nothingness as he spoke.

      "Don't get upset. No one will ever know that this happened. Your
friends will never tell and neither will I. I don't think any the less of
you because of this. It could happen to anyone. You're still recovering
from a very traumatic experience and this was just too much for your poor
body to bear. Be brave. Hold your head up. Don't let the bastards win just
because of a little thing like this." He really meant it. I could see it in
his face. He handed Martin a damp cloth. "Clean him up and get dressed.
Throw the towels in that bin there. I'll keep everyone out until you're
ready." He dropped a few drops of a stinking liniment into the bin then he
went and stood outside the door from the gym. Martin cleaned me and Alex
had my underpants ready the moment I was dry. Alex had the towels in the
bin as soon as I moved off the big one. He came back with my trousers.

     While Martin was dressing Mr Cook peeked around the door from the
change room. Seeing we were presentable he came in. I was sitting on a
stool and Alex was holding me up. I was just so floppy from the massage and
everything. Mr Cook spoke very loudly, looking me straight in the eyes.

      "William Gosport, you are one of the bravest people I have ever met."
At that Mr Brown opened his door and the next batch of weight lifters came
in. "I said one of the bravest because the two people alongside you are
every bit as brave as you are. You have some of the greatest and most loyal
friends anyone could ever have. It doesn't take a genius to guess what
happened, but guesses are no good in a court of law. If they were I would
have had them arrested before they left the building. If I ever see anyone
treat you like that, I'll have them out of this school the same day. I've
rung your mother and you're to go home and rest. Mr Rockwell, would you be
able to take Mr Gosport home?"

      "Of course I will sir."

      "Mrs Gosport will help you with him when you get there. Do you want
Mr Wilson to help you to the car?" We were used to Martin getting this sort
of respect but what was he doing treating Alex and me the same way?

     "If he could sir."

     "You three are an object lesson to this school. On your way then
gentlemen and walk with pride Will Gosport. You're a rare and precious
individual. Dodson, you can carry their bags down. Mr Gosport will not be
able to carry his and Mr Rockwell will need to help him." The weightlifters
were standing there with their mouths open, as if they were catching flies.

      On the way down to the car Alex asked him how he had known about us
being attacked. Martin had been walking past the change-room window, and
had heard Alex yell. I almost melted inside when we got to the car. They
put me in as gently and carefully as if I were an incredibly expensive
piece of artwork.

     When we got home Mum never asked a thing. I was feeling stronger and
insisted on using my crutches. Martin walked behind me with his hands ready
to catch me if I stumbled and Mum brought my bag. Martin told Mum he
thought it would be less embarrassing for me if he put me in my pyjamas and
Mum never said a word, but I saw her hold his hand for a minute before she
left. I think there were tears in her eyes.  She brought me a warm drink
and a snack but Martin said he had a small matter that needed attention and
left. The moment he was gone Mum came back and sat on the bed.

      "Mr Cook told me what he guessed had happened and what that young man
and Alex did for you. I don't want any details. I just wanted to let you
know that I am so sorry for you that this happened and yet I am so proud of
you and of your friends. Bring them home some time so that your father can
meet them. I think he would like that. Rest now darling and if you don't
feel like getting up for dinner that will be fine."

      That night, over dinner I got the first inkling of what Martin's
"small matter" was really about. Julian couldn't sit still and Mum asked
him what the matter was. He just looked down and said "Nothing". Dad
grinned at him. "Spit it out Tiger. What's the exciting news?"

      "Martin Rockwell beat the.... ah.... er.... beat up Arvi Properjohn
and Joe Rogerson this afternoon. They went into the bush at the back of the
park and only Rockwell walked out. No one was allowed to watch in case
someone called the police." I went white as a ghost. With all the other
things that had happened I had forgotten what he told them before they
left. Dad looked at me with a worried face.

     "What's the matter Will? Are you feeling ill again?"

     "No. I'm OK. It's nothing."

      "It's not nothing," Mum intervened. "They were the ones in the change
room weren't they! Martin did that to them because of what they did to you!
That's what it was about wasn't it?"

     "I think so Mum."

     "When you make friends you sure manage to pick the good ones son." Dad
was looking serious. "I would never have thought of Martin Rockwell
resorting to violence. I wonder what his father will say. It must have been
nasty for him to get that angry. I'd better ring Bill tomorrow."

     My eyes were tearing up. "May I be excused please?" Mum was looking
sympathetic. "Of course darling, I'll bring your sweets along later and see
if you feel like them then."

     I cried myself to sleep thinking of the danger Martin had put himself
in just because of me. I woke to the feel of someone gently stroking my
hair. It was Dad.

      "Are you feeling better Tiger? You're worried about Martin aren't
you? I just nodded and pulled myself up on the pillow. Dad tucked another
behind me and took my hand. "Well you can stop worrying. Your mother
wouldn't let me wait until tomorrow to ring Bill. She insisted I ring him
tonight. He was going to ground Martin for two weeks and take his car away
until I explained why he had been fighting. He told me he was proud of his
son for what he had done but he couldn't let him get away without some
penalty so he's grounded for two weeks and he gets to keep the car.  He's
alright, just a lot of bruises and a blood nose. He'll be at school
tomorrow but he'll be pretty stiff and sore. I hope Melinda won't be too
upset. Mum is going to ring Jasmine tomorrow and explain."

     "You mean Mum's friend Jasmine is Melinda's Mum?"

     "Indeed I do. Melinda has known you since you were babies. I'm
surprised you didn't realise who his girlfriend is."

      "I've never thought about it and I never could remember their family
name."

      Dad laughed. He put a plate of apple pie and cream in my hand. "Eat
this Tiger and Mum will bring you a cup of cocoa."

     The next morning the doorbell rang while we were still eating
breakfast. Mum came back with Martin and Damien in tow. "Mr Rockwell has
instructed Martin to drive William to and from school every day, if we're
agreeable. What do you think dear?"

      "That's extremely generous, but how do you feel about this Martin?
It's a bit out of your way." Dad stood up and walked over to take Martin's
hand. " It would be our pleasure and honour if you were to look after
Will. You're welcome in this house at any time. I want to hug you for what
you did, but I won't try to touch you, your father told me how bruised you
are."

      "The honour's mine Mr Gosport. Your son's the bravest person I've
ever met. He's as stubborn as hell, but by God he's got guts."

      I almost melted inside. The Eagle thought I was brave. If only he
knew how frightened I was. Dad was grinning from ear to ear. Julian jumped
up and grabbed his bag. "Can I come too?"

     "There's room for everyone." Martin was smiling. Dolores gave a snort
and turned her back.

     "Be the snob then." Julian told her. "More room for us."

     Our first trip was pretty quiet for obvious reasons. Martin was
hurting, Damien was shy, and Julian and I were not yet comfortable enough
to initiate conversation with this demigod. That changed long before Friday
came around. Martin drove past the front of the school and tooted the horn
at Alex and Jocelyn. Their bus was the first one in. Alex ran down to the
car park and Jocelyn stayed to collect the others.

     When Alex got to the car I got this silly impression in my head. I
thought he was going to fall on his knees at Martin's feet. "How are you
Martin? Do you need any help?"

     "I'm just a bit sore mate and I think I'll need a hand to get Will out
of the car."

     "I'll do it." Alex ran around to my side. Instead of just offering me
his arm as usual, he wrapped his arms around my chest and lifted me to my
feet. "How are you Willie? I hope you're feeling better. You should have
been here yesterday. He was awesome."

     "That's enough Alex. You know I don't like gossiping."

      "Get used to it Martin. I wasn't the only one there and you can't
stop all of them. What about Mr Cook and Mr Brown? Think they won't tell
every teacher in the school what happened? You thought they only came at
the end but they were there when you took them into the bush. Anyway I'll
only tell the absolute truth. You went home before Properjohn and Rogerson
crawled out looking as if a truck had hit them. They almost shit their
pants when they saw Cook and Brown. You didn't hear Mr Cook tell them that
if they were stupid enough to do that again they would be facing him and Mr
Brown. It was fantastic."

     We could all see Martin wince as he locked the car. "They're not the
only ones who feel as if a truck hit them. I just hope I never have to do
that again. It's only worth it if they leave Will alone."

     Julian picked up Martin's bag and slung it on his other shoulder. He
was almost strutting as we made our way in the back entrance. The rest of
the gang were just coming down to meet us. Martin took his bag and told us
he needed to rest so he was just going to sit in the classroom and relax
for a few minutes. Everyone was talking at once and Alex hardly managed to
tell us any details before the bell rang. Julian and Damien asked if they
could sit with us at lunchtime and we were glad to have them. The bush
wasn't so thick it concealed everything, and they wanted all the gory
details as much as the rest of us.

     By lunchtime it seemed as if the whole school had heard about the
fight. I have no idea where Martin went but no one saw him, except his
class, until the last bell. We got every detail more than once because
people kept coming up and asking Alex if this or that was true. People kept
looking at me as if I was the one who had won the fight, and Julian was
basking in the reflected glory of being my brother and being driven around
by this week's hero. Damien just looked embarrassed most of the time, but I
noticed he kept sneaking these little looks at me and I couldn't help
smiling every time I caught him. It was cute. That was the end of my being
picked on. No one made another nasty remark in my hearing for the rest of
the year. Things were a bit less tense on the way home. Julian and Damien
started to become friends and talked a lot. Julian ended up being proud to
be my brother and he is still as proud today.

     The next morning Dad delayed leaving for work until Martin and Damien
arrived. He had a message for Martin.  "We've been getting some phone calls
about the incident on Monday. I want to tell you about them so that you
don't get worried. The first thing is that some of them are implying you
have been doing indecent things to William. I didn't even listen to the end
before telling them they were vicious lying rumour-mongers and I would have
the police on them if I ever found them saying such a thing again. If you
had been mistreating William I would have known about it long before
this. He's not afraid to speak his mind and we've learned to read him
pretty well, so he couldn't conceal it for long. Sit down for a minute.
There are a couple more things I need to say."

     Dolores flounced out the front door looking at us as if we all had
leprosy. Mum brought them a glass of orange juice. "Joan rang Jasmine to
ask if they had been getting the same thing and to explain to Melinda why
you were grounded. Jasmine and Melinda thought it was some sort of joke,
and had laughed at the callers. Melinda and William were together quite a
lot when they were babies, so Melinda knows the problems William has and
she knows you inside out young man. She told me that you are one of these
people who just can't resist helping other people, and the more love you
give away the more you seem to have to give her. You never told her the
name of the boy you were helping and she was delighted to find it was
Will. She isn't upset at your father grounding you, although she isn't all
that pleased either."

     I nearly sprayed my mouthful of cornflakes over the table when Dad
said the next bit. "We know that Will is gay and he's over sixteen now so
if you had done anything it would be perfectly legal and he would probably
be delighted. He thinks you're the reason the sun rises in the morning." He
looked at me over his glasses. "Your hiding place for your magazines is not
the most secure. Even Julian can find them and ask me awkward questions
about them." Julian was blushing big time and looking at the floor.
"However I also know that nothing out of the ordinary happened. He has not
been the least bit evasive in telling us what happened on the occasions you
had to help him. One of the reasons he adores you is the considerate and
gentle way you treated him. Did you realise he is gay?"

     "Yes I did, but it makes no difference to me. He isn't the only gay
person I know and I find them to be no different to anyone else. In fact
they're more to my taste than some of the straight boys I know. I made it
plain to him, very early on, that I wasn't interested in him that way but
that I would be as good a friend to him as I was able to be."

     "My dear Martin, no one could ask for you to be a better friend than
you've been. You've put yourself on the line for him and risked far more
than a nasty beating. You must have known what your father's reaction would
be when he found out, yet you did it anyway. No wonder these two and
Melinda think you're a hero. I do too and so does Joan. By heaven young
man, I'm his father. I love him with all my heart, and I'm not sure I could
have conducted myself with the savoir-faire and dignity that you did. I'm
going to ring your father and ask him to allow us to show you just how much
we appreciate what you did. That includes you Damien. William told us how
you helped and how he's never felt the slightest hint of rejection or
distaste from you. Besides Julian would never forgive me if I left you
out. At dinner last night he was carrying on as if you were a finalist for
friend of the year." Julian was blushing again, so was Damien. "Get to
school before you're late. Just remember, the rumours are known for what
they really are by everyone that matters. I intend to ring Joe Cook and
tell him to squash them if they spring up at school and I'll be speaking to
your father later today. Now get going."

     Everyone was waiting at the car park for us. Jocelyn had her brother
Fred with her and Natalie's friend Carol Bostock was there. She had a
letter from Melinda for Martin. No one saw Martin again that day until
PE. He was coming in as we were leaving. Mr Cook saw him and greeted him
with a big grin.

     "What a sight. I think you had better do a lighter routine than usual.
Mr Brown has a special routine for you, designed to get Knights back into
working condition. It's fortunate for you that we're both getting so old
our eyesight is not what it should be. There's a rule, which requires
suspension for fighting if any teacher sees it, even outside school hours.
It's fortunate the bush was so thick we couldn't see what happened," he
winked very obviously, "and guesses are not good enough."

     Before we left Martin gave Roger a letter to give Carol for delivery
to Melinda. Over the next two weeks there were several more in both
directions. I wonder if his father ever found out how they got around his
phone ban. I found out later just how proud of Martin he was so I don't
think he would have complained.

      It's just as well Dad makes a lot of money as a financial analyst,
because he put on a magnificent dinner for Martin. Dolores got very shirty
and refused to attend. Mum was going to force her and they had a big
argument. When Dad heard the argument he told Dolores she was not welcome
at the dinner. He was giving it to show Martin how much we appreciated what
he had done and he did not want her there to be obnoxious and spoil
it. That made her even angrier, but Dad was adamant. He didn't just invite
the Rockwells but also the Loomis family Alex, Robert, Jocelyn, Natalie and
Roger. We had a private room in a five star restaurant and there was very
little formality. Dad did insist on just one toast, he had told me before
the dinner that I had to propose it. I knew just what I wanted to say.

     "To have wonderful friends is a blessing and I have been blessed with
five of the best. But this year I have found another one who is so
wonderful I don't have words to tell you what he has done for me. He has
taught me more about friendship and love in the few short months I have
known him than I learned in the sixteen years before I met him. He has
brought me more friends and made Julian my friend as well as my brother. I
propose a toast to the most wonderful, kind and loving friend anyone could
ever have, Martin Rockwell." I was crying but I stood as straight and
strong as I could. I was proud, not ashamed. I know I wasn't the only one
crying.

     I got so many hugs that night that I was almost bruised by the time I
got home. Alex whispered in my ear that I had said just what he wanted to
say. Melinda gave me a big kiss as well and she couldn't say much because
of her tears. She did manage to tell me she was glad Martin was my friend.
Even Mr Rockwell gave me a hug.

      Carol and Fred decided to join the gang under the tree at lunchtime
and became permanent fixtures as Julian and Damien had. The next year,
their classmates christened the three younger boys the Three Musketeers.

      Martin, Julian, Damien and I became close friends. In fact we became
such good friends that we often went to the Rockwell house with them after
school. Sometimes the others came too, and were always welcome. Melinda was
there quite a lot and there were often friends from their old school. Once
you were Martin's friend you never wanted to let him go. That was when I
got to know Damien better and began to look at him differently. We even
began to talk to each other and I began to see into a person every bit as
wonderful as Martin, different, but just as wonderful.

      Damien was even shyer than I was back then, but that began to change
the next year. He's six months older than Julian and we had a birthday
party for Julian's fifteenth birthday. Dad let him have his first big
party. It was on a Sunday and he invited all the gang and some of his other
friends from school. Mum insisted he have it at home and bought in a lot of
food. There were just too many for her to do it all.

     Damien was sitting in a chair facing me and I was in my special
chair. We were in the dining room and there were people wandering around us
all the time getting food. We were talking about a television programme on
Nigeria and how the oil companies were raping the country. Thinking about
their suffering, I got upset and started to get teary. Damien got up and
put an arm around my shoulder.

     "What are you up to? Are you a little poofter like dribbling Willie?"
Dolores was standing there with a look of disgust on her face.

     Before anyone else could react Martin's voice came from the doorway
like a clap of thunder. "Damien is my brother and he's not a poofter. In
case you're unaware of it. Poofter is a term which implies difficulty with
the gender role one has and it implies that a person is revolting,
disgusting and beneath contempt. The only person in this room that fits
that description is yourself." Dolores tossed her head and was going to
flounce out the other door. Dad was blocking it and wouldn't let her out.

     "Stay right there young lady and listen to what Martin has to say. You
and I will have a discussion later, but it's time you faced the truth about
yourself." There was a crush of kids trying to hear what Martin and Dad
were saying. They didn't have much trouble. Martin was using that
penetrating voice he uses so effectively in court.

     Martin looked apologetically at Damien. "Damien is gay. He has no
problems with this and neither does his family. William is gay and I wish I
could say the same for him, but there is one fly in the ointment, you.
You're so wrapped up in yourself, your image, and your own selfish little
world that other people are just a nasty inconvenience you have to put up
with. At least try to understand this, they are GAY. They have no problems
with their gender role, they are sexually attracted to people of their own
gender, and not in conflict about whether they're male or female. They are
two wonderful, brave and kind people who happen to be different. They're
not sluts who try to get off with anything in pants. They're two young men
trying to make sense of the world and get along in it despite the
difficulties they face. One of the greatest difficulties they face is
selfish, narrow-minded people like you. I doubt that anything will alter
your mind but I intend to change your behaviour. If I ever hear of you
speaking about Damien or your brother like that again, I'll tell all your
university colleagues, since I doubt you have any friends, my opinion of
why you're saying these things. I doubt you will like the consequences. Let
her go Mr Gosport. I think we would all feel much better if she weren't
here."

     Dolores dashed off in a temper tantrum, screaming obscenities at
everyone. Martin looked almost ashamed as he spoke to us both. "I'm sorry
about that. I just reacted. I didn't mean to out you to the whole school. I
was just so angry that she was treating you that way I never thought that
you might not have told your friends about yourselves yet." What happened
next made both of us cry and showed him he didn't have to worry.

     Alex walked around the table and lifted me into a hug. "My friend. Now
and forever." Then he hugged Damien and said the same thing. That started
the procession and every one of the gang, including Fred and Melanie, came
and did and said the same to both of us. That left Julian who had this
wicked smile on his face. Martin looked at him enquiringly. Just to be
different he started with Damien. He wrapped him in a hug that looked as if
he was crushing him. "You're still the best candidate for friend of the
year, just keep your paws off my brother until you're old enough." Damien
was blushing like a bushfire. Then it was my turn.

     I really did think he would hurt me he was hugging me so fiercely. "I
used to think Dolores was right until a certain someone we know showed me
how stupid I was being, and showed me what a brave and wonderful brother
you are. I'm not blind, just don't get yourself caught for another six
months." My mouth hung open. What did he mean?

     That left our real problem, the other kids from their year. Martin had
his arms draped over Damien's shoulders and was holding him to his chest.
Julian stood beside me with his arm around me. He looked at them. "What are
you lot going to do? Are you going to out them to the whole school? Make
your minds up. If you can keep this to yourself that's all I ask. I don't
care if you don't want to be friends anymore, just don't make it harder for
them than it already is."

    I hadn't really counted but I think there were six boys and five girls.
They stood there for a minute and looked lost. Then this tall gangly kid
got up the courage to move. He walked over to Damien, took his hand and
shook it. "It's alright mate. I'm cool with it." Once the ice was broken
they made a procession and shook all our hands.

     I was feeling fantastic. I was out to everyone that mattered to me and
they were all supportive. They weren't just supportive, they were 'cool
with it' as that friend of Julian's had said. Mum came from the doorway and
took Damien's hand. She looked at Martin and said. "May I?" Martin took his
arms away.

     Mum wrapped Damien in one of her gorgeous, loving, gentle hugs. "I
want to apologise for what happened here today. I never want you to feel
rejected or unwelcome in our house. You're as welcome here as your brother
and not just because he's your brother but because of who you are. You're
Julian and William's friend and a very lovely young man in your own right.
It's been even more hurtful for you than for William. She's his sister and
he's more used to her than you are. It doesn't make it any better or less
hurtful, just easier to shrug off. I don't know what we'll do about
Dolores. Her behaviour today was abominable and I never want to see it
repeated in this house. Don't let her frighten you away. I'll never let her
do anything like that again."

     I didn't hear what he whispered in Mum's ear, but he told me later. "I
love Will Mrs Gosport. I'll never stop loving him just because of her." Mum
pulled back and looked into his face. I could see the tears and the big
beaming smile from where I was. She kissed him on the forehead and hugged
him tighter. "You have our blessing you sweet, beautiful boy."

     Julian and Martin had grins too. They must have guessed what he said,
but I had no idea. The party never got its momentum back and people began
to leave soon after that, but things changed in ways I never anticipated.
Dolores moved out six weeks later and lived in a shared house with other
students from Uni. Julian and I spent more time at Rockwells' and Mum and
Dad looked pleased about it.

     Julian, Melinda and Martin would stay in the lounge room and Damien
would take me to his room to talk. The first time it happened I was a bit
puzzled by their grins and the shy look on Damien's face, but all three of
them kept encouraging us and we went. Damien shut the door and it cut out
all the noise from the rest of the house. We just watched a programme he
had taped and talked, but he was sitting quite close to me. There was a
knock on the door and Martin called it was time for us to go home. Damien
gave me a hug before he opened the door and it felt really nice. Martin had
this sort of soppy smile on his face as he led us back to the lounge room.
Melinda was looking all soppy too and Julian was looking really pleased. I
couldn't work it out. Damien told me later that Martin had given him a
lecture on how he would have to make all the moves because I didn't believe
that anyone could love someone like me in that way. Melinda and Julian were
in on the scheme and were willing to do anything Martin asked to help us
get together.

     It wasn't a whirlwind romance. Damien was still a bit shy and Martin
was right. I didn't believe it even when it was happening. It took almost a
year before I truly believed it was real and not just some dream that would
vanish as soon as I woke. I wasn't a virgin by then, but I still had
trouble believing it.

     The first time he kissed me was incredible. I must have blacked out
and dribbled a bit because when I opened my eyes Damien was wiping my face
with a tissue. The look on his face was to die for. He had this gorgeous
smile and the love in his eyes was like a beacon. He got this really
mischievous look and said, "We've got time for one more before you go.
Shall we?" I had enough control to pull him to me and we did it again, and
I did it again. Martin didn't ask if anything had happened, but he must
have known. I was barely in control and Damien had this grin from ear to
ear. Good thing Dolores had left home by then. We were both acting like
star-struck lovers when we got to our place. Mum and Dad didn't seem to
notice. Well that was what I thought, because they made no comment. I found
out I was wrong, but that was weeks away.

     Talk about wank. I couldn't leave it alone. Almost every night for a
couple of weeks I was on it and it was getting sore. My knuckles were too
rough for the tender skin. I kept seeing his face and that smile just
before our lips met in that mind-blowing touch. My brain seemed to be
learning how to cope and my spasms were getting shorter and less violent.
Martin must have noticed me wincing when I got in and out of the car and
the clothes rubbed over it. When we got to their house and were safely in
Damien's room, Damien produced this huge bottle of hand cream. "Martin says
you're sore Willie and I need to help you get it better." I blushed and
looked at the floor.

      "It's alright. I've seen it before. It must be hard for you though.
Your poor hands are all clawed. Let me do it for you. Please Willie, can I
rub your willie?" and he giggled.  I was embarrassed and pleased at the
same time.  I nodded shyly and reached for my belt.

     "Let me my beautiful Will." He pushed me gently onto the bed and made
me lie down. I was beginning to get teary. No one had ever said it with the
love and sweetness he had just used. "Shhh my darling Will. I want this to
be perfect for you." He gently pulled my trousers and briefs down to my
knees. He rolled my shirt up under my armpits and kissed me on the belly
button. I was hard as a rock and thought I was going to blow when he did
that. I'm glad I didn't. What followed was incredible. He looked in my face
with such love that I responded with every bit of love I could muster. I
know I had a smile. It was so big my face muscles were hurting. There was
coolness and softness as his hand began to work its way around my raging
erection. His hand wasn't big enough to go all the way around. Slowly and
gently he worked the cream in and I was almost climbing the wall with the
sensation and the need to cum. Then he pulled back the foreskin and began
to work cream into the glans. It was too much. I blew a geyser. He was
giggling and kissing my cheek while it was happening. I couldn't escape the
spasms that time. My brain hit overload and was random firing everywhere.
When I came back it was only because he had finished wiping me up and the
loss of stimulation enabled me to get my feebly waving limbs under control
again. "That was fun Willie. Let's do it again. You have to leave it alone
until I can do it for you. Do you think you can leave it alone for one
night, or is that too hard for you?"

      "I don't think I can leave it alone for more than one night Damie,
and you come to our place on a Thursday. I can't stop dreaming about you
and I don't think I could last two days, let alone four." The look on his
face was delightful. He was shy and pleased all at the same time.

     "Don't worry about it. Martin will organise everything. You'll see.
Everything will work out." I managed to be dressed when Martin knocked. I
was feeling a bit sorry because I hadn't done anything for Damien. I told
him and he just looked at me with a smile. He opened the door to Martin and
then said," There's plenty of time for that my Sweet William. Maybe next
time, or the time after. It's you who needs looking after right now, and I
love doing it." He looked straight at Martin who had what I think the
Americans call a 'shit-eating grin'. I wonder why they call it that?

     I managed to keep my word and left it alone on Wednesday night. On
Thursday I was as randy as could be, seeing Damien and wanting him,
daydreaming about what I could do to give him the pleasure he had given
me. I got into trouble from several teachers for lack of attention to my
work. The gang was teasing me at lunchtime. They knew something had
happened and wanted to know what it was. I was NOT going to tell them, so
they teased me. Damien almost had his head buried in the tree trunk and he
was blushing so badly I thought he would hurt himself. Before it got out of
hand Julian intervened.

     "Are you going to tell us all the details of the fantasy you wanked to
last night? What about you Ronald or you Natalie? Would you set the ball
rolling Alex? I think Will would find it easier to tell you after you've
all told us about your sex life." That shut them up and things got back to
normal. We went to our place after school and Martin informed the gang they
were not invited today. Dad was having a special occasion. That had me as
puzzled as could be but I could see Damien was looking very pleased.

      When we got home Dad was home. That had me even more puzzled as he
usually worked late. It was something to do with early opening and late
opening markets. Martin and Julian were looking sort of expectant, almost
exited. Mum had a snack waiting as soon as we got in. They all had this
funny expression on their faces, like the one you get when you give someone
a present and really hope they will like it. Mum asked me to take Damien to
my room. I have a specially built downstairs bedroom because of my
problems. The moment I walked in I could see something was different. It
took me a moment to work out what it was. The mirror on the wardrobe was
showing there was something on the table behind the door. Damien shut the
door and I turned to see what it was. There was a big basket with a sign on
it. "To our sons. Please be kind and gentle with each other. Love Mum and
Dad." In the basket was hand cream in an easy to open jar, a wastepaper
basket with a plastic liner in it, a box of super strong tissues and a book
called 'The Joy of Gay Sex'.

     It took a couple of minutes for it to sink in and I stood there
holding Damien and just looking. Then my eyes began to run like leaking
taps. I held on to Damien like he was going to bolt, but he was hanging on
to me and crying too. "Get Dad." I was almost incoherent but Damien just
knew what I wanted.  He was back with Dad in a flash and they both had big
smiles despite Damien's tears. I threw myself at Dad and tried to hug and
kiss him. I was slobbering all over him but he didn't seem to mind. He held
me like he used to when I was little and had got upset because I had
dirtied my pants.

      "I think my little boy is trying to tell me he's happy. Is that what
it is?" I looked at him and right at that moment I adored him as much as I
had adored Martin when he saved me.

     "Wha do oo wove me ho mush."

      "Because you're our son and that's what parents are supposed to
do. Because you're so brave and determined to succeed. Because you're such
beautiful person inside a body that tries to keep you imprisoned. Because
you've found love and it's with another person as beautiful as you are." He
shrugged, "Just... because. I'm setting no rules except to go slowly and
love each other every step of the way. If you need anything just ask.
Damien will be sixteen just a few weeks after Christmas and then you're
free to experiment all you want. Your mother and I talked this all out and
this is what we think is best for you both. We love you."

     He turned me and put me in Damien's arms. Damien was still crying but
I could see he was as happy as I was. Dad kissed him on the cheek. "Enjoy
yourselves and never doubt that your mother and I love you both with all
our heart. If Damien wants to sleep here during the holidays he's more than
welcome to." Dad left and closed the door behind him.

     "Willie my love, you're still sore. I can see it when you get in the
car. Come on now my Willie, let me make it better." He did and it was just
as fantastic as the first time. When Martin knocked on the door we were
just lying there looking at the book. The trouble was, I was still almost
naked and Damien was gently massaging my balls. Damien pulled a cover over
me and Martin and Julian came in. They both had affectionate, almost
diffident expressions. Martin was the first to speak.

     "It's time to go little brother. Kiss your boyfriend goodnight." Then
Julian spoke. He was just as kind.

     "Don't worry. I'll look after him for you. Martin's taught me how to
love him the way he deserves. After all he's my big brother and I've had to
learn how to do what he needs done. I know I wasn't always as good a
brother as I should have been but I've reformed and now I'll look after him
just as well as I can. Anyway it's the least I can do for my best friend."

     Julian was closest to me and I reached up to pull him into a hug. I
dislodged the edge of the cover and they could see my state of undress. I
didn't care, they had all seen it before, and I just wanted to show him how
much I appreciated having him as my brother.

    Julian spoke in my ear as he returned the hug with interest. "Jesus
Will! How did you get it in that state? If I'd known you were having that
sort of problem I'd have given you a hand myself."

     "Damien's nicer."

     That got everyone laughing and they all got me up and dressed me. They
wouldn't let me lift a finger, and Julian was just as gentle as my beloved
and my Eagle. Damien kissed me in front of Mum and Dad before he left.
Fortunately it was on the cheek so I didn't over react. They smiled at us
and looked pleased. I even detected a tear or two in their eyes.

    Our first sleepover was at Rockwells'. School finished on Friday the
week after Mum and Dad had given us that wonderful present. Uni was
finished but Dolores did not come home. In fact I didn't see her again
until her wedding. The only reason we saw her then was that Dad and Mum
refused to attend her wedding if she would not invite me, with Damien. That
was still two years away. Mr Rockwell rang Dad and told him that he wanted
to give us a present to show me I was as loved and accepted by him in the
same way that my parents loved and accepted Damien.

     Martin and Damien came to lunch on that Saturday. They looked as if
they were trying to hold down their excitement. Julian was so excited he
could hardly sit still. He told me, years later, that he had been in on all
the planning. He had helped me pack my bag and kept suggesting I take
things that seemed superfluous to me. The one thing he did which had me in
tears, was to give me a present, just from him. It was a pair of beautiful
green silk pyjamas with gold teddy bears on them. I hugged him for ages
when he packed them for me. When we got to Rockwell's I was overwhelmed.
Melinda, Bill and a lady I didn't know were waiting at the door as a
welcoming committee. They ushered me into the house and it was full of
flowers. There were vases of flowers everywhere. I was introduced to Ellen
as Dad Rockwell's lady friend. He insisted that I was not to address him as
Mr Rockwell again. He could be Dad or Bill but not Mr Rockwell. He told me
Ellen and Melanie had shown him the proper way to prepare the house for
what he hoped would be the first of many visits. I think he was trying to
tell me it wasn't his idea. I thought the flowers looked beautiful, but it
must have cost a fortune.  Damien looked as stunned as I felt.

     He sent Damien and me off to the bathroom to wash our hands. It was an
excuse for him to show me what they had done. I hadn't been in there for
nearly a fortnight. I just stood there with my mouth open and Damien
giggling at my expression. They had put assist bars everywhere, beside the
toilet, over the bath, in the shower, even the towel rail was an assist bar
and they had replaced every tap handle with lever handles. I hugged Damien
and soaked his shirt. I was still so teary he had to lead me back to the
others, because I couldn't see. As soon as he had put me in a chair Damien
went and hugged his dad. Then I realised it was a chair just the same as I
had at home. I tried to say thank you but it wouldn't come out right.

     They were all so wonderful. Melanie came and kissed me. "It's alright
Willie, we can see how happy you are. Don't try to talk yet. Just enjoy the
things we've got to make you comfortable. Damien wanted you to be happy
here and so do we."

     Then Bill came. He lifted me out of the chair and hugged me. "It's not
every day that I get the chance to show my son's boyfriend how much he
means to me. We've known Damien was gay since his mother died and he had
such trouble coping with it. He thought he was responsible for her death in
some way, and Martin and I had a hell of a job convincing him he was
wrong. That was why I transferred him to your school when Martin went
there. Then Martin got to know you and Damien did too. From that day on my
son has improved beyond recognition. He's so happy now that it makes my
heart ache with joy, and it's all because of you. If I had any doubts at
the beginning, Martin and Melanie soon showed me I was wrong. You're just
the right person for him and that makes me willing to give you both
anything you need to help you be happy."

     Then Martin came and pushed his father out of the way. He held me in
one of his 'I'll give you strength' hugs. "Don't believe a word that old
skinflint says. It took all four of us twisting his arm to get him to part
with a single cent." Everyone broke into uproarious laughter and I had to
join in. I knew he was ribbing his father because I knew the way he gave
them things whenever they needed them. "We just want you to realise how
important you are to all of us. Get it into your head right now. YOU ARE
worthy of love and we're going to give it to you. Especially Damien." Ellen
began to bring in coffee and cakes and soft drink. It didn't take long to
demolish afternoon tea.

     They began to encourage us to go to Damien's bedroom. We could see
they were trying to hide their excitement and wondered what else they had
set up for us. We put our arms around each other and almost crept up on
it. We were eager with anticipation, but almost frightened to break the
wonderful spell that seemed to have been cast over us. We needn't have
worried.

     When we opened the door there was a smell of incense. That would have
been Melanie. She loves the smell of sandalwood. The whole room was
garlanded with flowers. They had put picture hooks in the walls and draped
tulle between them, and then they had covered the material with flowers. It
looked stunning. It might have been overkill, but we loved it. While Damien
had been at our place, they had rearranged the furniture and put in an
adjustable steel frame double bed just the same as I had at home. I prayed
I would never lose control enough to wet this one. There were matching
bedside tables with lamps on them and drawers underneath. They were just
right to keep the contents of the baskets in.

     On the chest of drawers were two baskets. One was from Bill and he had
put exactly the same message as Mum and Dad had put. The contents were a
little different though. In addition to the things they had given us there
was a whole packet of condoms and a tube of Wet Stuff. The books were
different too. There were books and pamphlets on safe sex, diseases we
could catch and lots of other subjects as well as an Illustrated Guide. I
am sure it was an illegal publication and would never have passed the
pornography regulations. We never did find out how he got hold of it.  We
didn't use the condoms until many weeks later, but knowing that when we
wanted to, we had his blessing, was just so special.

     The other basket was from Melinda and Martin and was covered in
flowers. The message had us in tears again. "To the most beautiful boys in
the world. Enjoy. M&M." It was full of chocolates and preserved ginger and
jubes and everything we both liked.  Between the two baskets was a
beautifully wrapped bottle, which was scented massage oil. The message just
said, "Love is forever. Ellen". We dragged ourselves back to the lounge
room, hugging and kissing each other. The tears were wetting our shirts but
we just couldn't stop. The moment we were near enough we just threw
ourselves on them. Hugging, kissing, trying to talk, trying to dance. I
even hugged and kissed Ellen and I didn't feel embarrassed at all. Damien
was small enough for Bill to lift him off the floor. "Now I know how Will's
father felt when he told me it was the most wonderful feeling in the world
to make you two happy. He was right, it's worth every pulled muscle." That
got us all laughing again. "Off you two go and enjoy yourselves. Ellen and
I are going out to dinner. Martin and Melinda will get pizza for you when
you're all hungry."

      I have no idea what Martin and Melinda did while they were out
because we took him at his word and enjoyed each other. I wanted to see
Damie naked. I had seen him in bits and pieces but I had never seen him
totally naked. I was entranced. He was so beautiful. It was just as well we
had taken a whole two litres of Sprite with us because we needed to replace
all the water we had already wasted and there was more to be shed before
the night was over. I sat there looking at him as he undressed for me and
my mouth was hanging open with his beauty. That red-gold hair was so
beautiful and I could see the first tiny tufts coming in his armpits. His
chest was naked and he didn't have a happy trail back then. As his
underpants went down I was mesmerised by his beautiful bush. I was too
stunned to want to touch him. His beauty held me powerless. "Do you like me
Willie?" He sounded a little unsure of himself.

     "Oh Wow. Stunning." It took all my energy to get it out. Then the
tears started again. "How can someone as beautiful as you love an ugly
thing like me?"

     I was wrapped in his arms and he was kissing me all over. "My
beautiful Willie, you're not ugly. Let me show you sweetness." He began
undressing me. He kissed every part of me as he uncovered it. "This is
beautiful my darling Will, and this is beautiful too, and this, and this."
He reached my penis and kissed it. It was still flaccid. "This is not just
beautiful my love it's magnificent." He kissed down the stiff, knotted
muscles of my legs and then he reached my twisted feet. "These are
beautiful my lovely Will. I know you don't think they are but I think they
are. They work so hard to hold my sweet one up despite their not working
properly. They do the very best they're able to, to help my darling Will."

      My clothes were lying in a pile on the floor and I had stopped
crying. I was fascinated as to what he would think of next. I had never
seen my body the way he was seeing it. He took my clawed hands and kissed
the fingers. "These are such beautiful hands. An accident at birth means
your brain can't send them the right signals, yet they try so hard to do
what you need them to do. The muscles are weak and they can't straighten
yet they hold a pen and they type on your computer. They do the very best
they're able to and therefore they are beautiful. Come with me my lovely
Will and see how beautiful you are." He slipped my legs off the bed and
helped me up.

       He led me to his full-length mirror, walking behind me and hugging
me every step I took. "Look at yourself with my eyes my brave hero. Your
hands and legs and feet are twisted yet they never give up. Your mind can't
send them the right messages so they have to do the best they can despite
their problem. Your face is so sweet and kissable. Your bravery and your
love shine out of your eyes. I never have to guess if I've done something
to please you, your body tells me instantly that your brain is hitting
overload. You have to work twice as hard as I do to do anything, yet you do
almost everything I do, except run. Love your body my darling. It works so
hard to overcome its problems so that you can be less imprisoned. It tries
so hard to let you be as free as it can make you, and the person inside
that body is so beautiful and so brave and strong, it makes me cry. How can
someone as brave and strong as you love a coward like me?"

     I took my gaze away from my poor twisted body. I wasn't ready yet to
give it the love it deserved. My Damien was hurting and I had to stop
that. I turned and took him in my arms. "You're the brave one. A coward
would have run away when I pissed my pants. A coward would never have stood
beside me when people were poking fun at me. A coward would hide rather
than be seen with someone like me and you don't just want to be seen with
me, you want me as your boyfriend. A coward could never love me the way you
do. Don't you dare tell me my boyfriend is a coward. He's brave and strong
and beautiful." I led him back to the bed. We just lay there, naked,
cuddling and giving each other little kisses and telling each other how
beautiful our loved one was. I have no idea how long we were there, but
there was a knock on the door. Damien didn't hesitate.

     "Is that you Martin?"

      "Yes. I came to find out what you want on your pizza. "

     "Come in and close the door."

     Martin came in and I actually saw him blush for the first time. Not
that he could see much. We were so tightly hugged together. "What do you
want on your pizza?"

     "Will likes Hawaiian best. Get us a medium Hawaiian. Martin? Do you
think Will has an ugly body? He thinks it's ugly and I think it's beautiful
because it tries so hard for him. What do you think?"

     Martin sat on the edge of the bed and began to rub my back ever so
gently. "I won't lie to you and say Will's body is beautiful in the
conventional way. You don't deserve lies from me.  But, yes, I think Will's
body is beautiful. The thing that makes it beautiful is what lives inside
that body. You have a spirit, which transcends your body and makes you
beautiful. Dad has a book of the sculptures of a man called Rodin. In it is
a picture of an old woman. At first sight, you think she's ugly. But, if
you look at it for a while, you can see the spirit inside her shining
through. If he were alive today he would want to make a sculpture of Will,
because he has just the same quality. Damien's right Will you're
beautiful. That's what Melinda and I see whenever we look at you. Never be
ashamed of your body it may not be as good as other people's but it gives
you one hundred percent effort and only fails when the communication with
your brain breaks down. We love you just as you are. To us Will Gosport
you're beautiful." He slipped out quietly because I was crying yet again
and Damien was kissing the tears off my face as fast as they fell. I can
say with absolute certainty that something close to a miracle happened that
night. The underlying (perhaps hidden or repressed is more accurate? I'm
not sure) feeling of humiliation whenever someone looked at my body melted
out of existence.

     While the pizza was coming Damien helped me into the shower. It was a
bit squashed with two of us in there but we enjoyed it. He loved my new
pyjamas and told me he would thank Julian himself. Damien borrowed Martin's
dressing gown for me. I didn't have one since I have an en-suite bathroom.
He told me my pyjamas were too sexy to show off in front of Melinda. She
grabbed the bathroom as soon as we left. She looked a real mess. Her hair
was all messed up and her makeup was smeared everywhere. She looked
beautiful again when the pizza arrived.

     We sat and watched a film while we ate. I think it was a rerun of
'Under Siege'. Then we just sat and cuddled. Every so often we would look
up and find Martin or Melinda looking at us. Then they would go back to
their cuddling. It didn't feel uncomfortable, because of the loving smile
on their faces. About eleven o-clock dad Rockwell came in. Martin took
Melinda home and told us we had better return his dressing gown; he would
need it when he got back. Bill took his coat and tie off and looked at us
with a big grin.

      "You two have made quite a hit with Ellen. She said we got a better
return for effort expended tonight, than we have for anything else we've
done. I have to agree with her. It was better than some of our best cases."

      "Do you intend to get married again Dad?" Damien was sounding a bit
upset.

      "Not for a while yet my boy. I want to see my boys settled and I
wanted to make sure she was as comfortable with them as she said she was. I
think tonight proves that she really is comfortable with my youngest son
and his boyfriend."

     "She's nice Bill." I needed him to know I liked her. The trouble was
Damien looked even more upset. Bill could see it.

     "Damien? Listen to me. It isn't going to happen any time soon. I
haven't recovered from your mother's death yet, and neither has she. You're
forgetting that she was one of your mother's best friends.  It hit her as
hard as it hit all of us. We need lots more time before we've recovered
enough to think about things like that. Why are you suddenly so upset at
Ellen and I going out?"

     Damien seemed to change the subject, but I could see the connection. I
think Bill could too. "Dad why did you give us all those pamphlets and
things about diseases we could get? I'm never going to love anyone the way
I love Will. I'm never going to have sex with anyone but him. Why do we
need to know about that sort of thing?"

     "Well now! Where to start! There are lots of reasons for you to know
that sort of thing. Firstly there are some of those things you can get from
an accident like the condom rupturing while you're having sex with
Will. Then there's the probability that you and Will are going to be asked
questions by other people and I want you to know the right answers to give
them." He paused a moment.

     "I thought about this very carefully and consulted with Julian and
Melinda and Martin. We all think that it's just a matter of time before a
lot of people, besides those you've told, realise you're a gay couple.
Because people see you as very accepting and non-threatening, they're
likely to ask you questions they would be afraid to ask anyone else. I want
you to know the answers to their questions. There are a lot of people who
won't be as lucky as you two and have loving families to support them. I
want you two to be able to give them some support and information. I'm not
trying to imply that I think you and Will are going to separate. I think
you're like Martin and me. When you give your heart to someone, you're
going to keep your partner forever, if God allows it."

      Damien was looking relieved. He got up and threw his arms around his
father who responded by ruffling his hair and saying, "Why is Will wearing
Martin's dressing gown?" When Damien explained he insisted on seeing for
himself. "Well now. You do look a sexy little piece in those. No wonder
Damien wanted to hide you." I blushed as red as a beetroot. He peeled the
robe off me. "Off to bed you two. I'll put this back for Martin." Then he
wiggled his eyebrows at me. "Try not to make too much noise. I need my
beauty sleep." I blushed so hard I swear I was purple. Damien was giggling
like he would burst.

     "Dad you're a rotten tease!"

     "That's one of the perks of being a father. Get to bed."

     What with leaving it alone myself, and the loving massages from Damie,
it was nowhere near as sore. Not that I enjoyed his sweet ministrations any
the less. It had been such an emotional day I went off for quite a while.
When I had recovered I wanted to do something for him. I had plenty of
pictures and instructions from our books, and I knew I could do it. He said
he was too tired and besides he thought it would be better at our place. We
had more privacy. He was frightened he would scream his head off when I did
it. We went to sleep, together for the very first time. I can still
remember every detail of that night, and of the joy of waking in the
morning with my love beside me.

      Christmas was on the Thursday that year. It was strange how our
parents seemed to understand the need for Damien to look after my needs as
much as our brothers did. I don't think they told them about me having a
red raw dick, but I never asked. Damien and Martin came over on the Tuesday
and everyone seemed to expect us to go to my bedroom for a while before we
went out shopping. That sort of acceptance and the lack of comment made it
so much less embarrassing. I asked Damie if he would let me do it, but he
said no. He wanted to wait until we were sleeping together, it would make
our first time much more special.

     I had been saving my pocket money. I hardly ever went anywhere to
spend it. I was too frightened to go out on my own and the gang only came
over in the holidays. I had heaps more to spend than Julian. I have no idea
how he managed to find enough money to buy me those pyjamas. When we got to
the mall I did wonder what was going on. Melinda and all our expanded gang
were waiting in the forecourt for us. We had a ball. We got a few nasty
stares and comments from a few old spoilsports, but most people just smiled
at our antics. It was a fantastic idea. I could go off with Melinda, Alex
and Jocelyn to buy something for Damie or Martin, and Damie could go off
with some others to buy things for us. Damie was the hard one to buy for,
but they never got upset and tried to hurry me. Finally I found something
just perfect. The only trouble was it was 18 carat gold. There was no way I
could afford it. It was over three thousand dollars. I was devastated,
absolutely flattened. Then Melinda got on her mobile phone. She went
outside where the reception was better so I did not hear what she said. I
told the shop assistant I was sorry but it was way too dear for me to
buy. Melinda walked back in just as I was dragging out.

      "Stay right there Will. Rescue is on its way."

     Melinda shooed the gang off to the food hall telling them we would
meet them there, and that it was a secret and they were not to see it until
after Christmas.

      It wasn't long after, that Mum arrived. She took one look at me and
wrapped me in one of her famous hugs.

     "Don't look like that darling. Let me see what you've chosen. I'm
making no promises, but it just might be possible." I led her to the
counter and the assistant had the heavy chain with its large shield,
already spread on a piece of velvet. Mum looked at it for so long and I
just knew she was going to say no.

     "Do you really feel that strongly about him?"

     "Yes Mum."

     "This is what you want to tell him? You want this verse on it and not
something else?"

     "Yes Mum. Nothing else says how I feel."

     "We'll take it. Here's my credit card. Gift wrap it." Just like that
she spent nearly four thousand dollars. When she turned around there were
tears in her eyes, as well as mine. I got another of her gorgeous hugs. "If
he means that much to you my darling then we simply have to tell him." Alex
and Jocelyn were standing there looking stunned. Melinda was looking like
the cat that got the cream.

      Alex recited the inscription very softly.

"People say angels can come in disguise.  I know it's true, He sent me
You."

Then, more strongly, "I hope some day I can find a girl to love me like you
love him."

     Mum took that present home with her and we went to the food hall and
ate our heads off. I was on a high because I had my Damie's present. Alex
and Jocelyn kept giving us funny looks and Damien began to suspect. Martin
tried to get Melinda to whisper our secret to him. She gave him a punch in
the arm and told him to wait until Thursday. Damien asked Jocelyn why she
was looking at him that way. He did manage to worm out of them, in bits and
pieces, that they were envious of his Christmas present, but they wouldn't
tell him any more than that. The whole gang tried to get them to tell but
they refused to give in. Finally we were all shopped out and worn out and
broke. So we all went home.

     Christmas day was exhausting. We had Christmas at our house and then
we went to have tea (we couldn't fit in another dinner) at Rockwells. I got
sleepwear, two more pairs of silk pyjamas and a silk dressing gown. Dad
gave me an electric razor. His card said it was time I looked my best for
someone special. It was funny when we got to Rockwells. Bill literally
shepherded the two of us into Damien's bedroom almost as soon as we got
there. I wasn't sore anymore but I wasn't going to tell them that, neither
was Damie. Then we went back to exchange presents. They didn't seem to be
in any hurry. Ellen and Mum were gabbling twenty to the dozen. Dad and Bill
were catching up on old times and Melinda and Martin were making out in the
corner of the lounge. The only one who looked bored was Julian. Eventually
I couldn't wait any longer. I interrupted Mum to ask her for my present for
Damien. As she handed it to me the whole room went quiet. I handed it to
him with a kiss.

     "Merry Christmas to the most beautiful boy in the world."

     Damien looked at it and produced another small box from behind his
back. Both presents were wrapped in the same expensive paper. It looked as
if they had come from the same shop. "Merry Christmas to my brave and
beautiful boyfriend." He kissed my cheek.

     I tried to get him to open his first and he tried to get me to open
mine first. The rest of them got sick of that and yelled at us to open them
together. When we unwrapped them, we just stood there looking at our
presents for what seemed like eternity. He had bought me a more delicate
gold neck chain with two hearts held together by an arrow. The hearts were
inscribed Damien and William. I couldn't speak. Martin leaped off the
lounge and took the boxes from us before we dropped them. We almost melted
into each other's arms, murmuring our thanks and our love as we nuzzled and
hugged.

     "Wow!" Martin said to Melinda. "If they're like that when they give
each other presents, what are they like when they have sex?"

     I was otherwise occupied but I could hear the smack she gave him. It
must have been hard. "Don't be horrible. I think they're cute." The adults
were laughing their heads off. Julian was doubled up on the floor.
Eventually we broke apart and went looking for our presents. Melinda put
mine on for me, and Martin put Damien's on. It was one of the few times I
have ever seen him cry. Tears were rolling gently down his cheeks.

      "This is going to remind you every day of just how much you mean to
him." Martin hugged him. "I'm so happy for you Damien. You could have been
one of those who have to go through life never meeting Mr Right. Instead
you've met him before you're even old enough to legally have sex, and you
know he feels the same about you as you feel about him. It makes me almost
as happy as loving Melinda does." He hefted the shield in his hand.
"Whenever you get into an argument with him, and you inevitably will, just
read what's written here and it will give you a proper sense of
perspective. God bless you both. I'm so happy for you."

     Melinda gave me a big hug and a kiss. Then she gave Damie one. "That
goes doubly for me. I think the only time I will ever be happier than this
is when I marry Martin." Then she went and gave him a great big smooch.

     I had to show Mum and Dad and Julian, and got hugs and kisses from
them. Then they swapped and I got more hugs and kisses from Bill (yes big
macho Bill) and Ellen. I felt well squished by the end of it. Then we
opened the other presents. I got a dressing gown. It was more than a
dressing gown it was a Robe. It was utterly stunning. Where Melinda and
Martin had found it is still a secret. It was black. It had red piping. The
design was two Chinese cranes. Their tails touched on the back and they
wrapped around under the arms with their heads on each breast. The cranes
were red gold and white. It must have cost a mint. They never would tell
anyone where they got it or how much it cost. At least it was a flawless
screen print not embroidery. If it had been embroidered it would have cost
more than the chain I gave Damie. There were two more pairs of silk pyjamas
and a pair of black Chinese slippers. The robe and the slippers lived at
Rockwells until Damie and I moved permanently into my bedroom. That was not
until Damie finished Uni. He said he would never have the willpower to
study if I was in the same room with him. I had not thought to buy
something for Ellen, but Mum and Dad had included all our names on the
present they had for her. We dragged ourselves home at midnight. Exhausted
but very happy.

     The next morning they let me sleep in until just before they went out
to visit Dolores. We had decided it was best if I didn't go. Julian woke me
with a glass of orange juice and a smile. "Don't hurry to get up. We've got
it all arranged for you. You won't be lonely while we're away." That had
the effect he intended. I was so curious I couldn't stay in bed. When I
dragged myself down to the kitchen, Melinda, Martin and my darling Damie
were waiting for me. Melinda put the kettle on and got out the tea bags as
soon as she saw me. Damie almost danced up to grab me in a hug and a
kiss. "Come and sit down beautiful. Mum told us what to get for your
breakfast." I sat with my arm around him and my head on his shoulder while
Melinda finished preparing my breakfast. It was a wonderful way to start
the day. They had no sooner put the dishes in the dishwasher than people
began arriving. They seemed to be expecting it. It wasn't long before the
whole gang was there. Some of them could only stay for a little while and
some stayed until Mum and Dad came home.

      Of course they were all eager to see what the big secret had been. It
wasn't just the girls who had tears in their eyes when they saw what we had
given each other; some of the boys did too. Lunch was a strange affair. It
went on for a couple of hours. It was leftovers of course, but not just
ours. Everyone who stayed, seemed to have brought something with them. Mum
had left loads of fruit. No one went hungry. We talked about everything
under the sun. Not just about Christmas presents. All the same there were a
lot of people who looked a little bit jealous when they saw what Damie and
I had given each other. That didn't last long though. Damie put it out of
their heads by going and getting some of the pyjamas I had been given. That
got them hooting and hollering. We had to put up with some pretty crude
remarks from some of them, but it got their minds off our chains. It was
better than letting the envy fester, even if it did cost us some blushes
and embarrassment.

      Mum, Dad and Julian came home looking tired and a bit out of
sorts. They were very nice to everyone and thanked them for keeping me
company. Julian was very kind to Howard, Celina, Joseph and Kerrilee. They
were friends of his and Damien's. Howard was the tall gangly boy who had
broken the ice at the birthday party standoff. The next year he filled out
and became a real heartbreaker. We still see a lot of them.

     We didn't talk about how the visit had gone. I could see from their
faces it had been a strain. As everyone went home, Damien was getting
excited. Dad looked at him with a twinkle in his eye. "Have you told him
yet?"

     "I haven't had a chance to get him alone all day."

     "Tell me what?" They came out almost simultaneously.

     "We thought you might like it if he stayed the night. He seemed quite
keen on the idea." Mum was grinning. So was everyone else.

     "You're joking." I was punch drunk. "It isn't the weekend."

     "Think of it as an extra Christmas present." Julian was
giggling. Damien had big puppy dog eyes, and the cutest expression.

     "Can he really Mum?"

     "Get your bag boy!" Dad was almost as bad as Julian. "Put him out of
his misery." Damien grabbed the keys from Martin and dashed for the
car. When he came back I had a word in his ear. I was hugging him quite
hard at the time.

     "Just as well I didn't know. I might have let it slip. Just think of
what we would have had to put up with if the others had known. They were
bad enough about the pyjamas." That had everyone in stitches. Martin took
Melinda home. We had a scratch dinner, and we all went to bed.

     Damien was right. It was just as well we were at our place for the
first time. He nearly went through the roof when my tongue started rubbing
on the vee underneath his gorgeous glans.  I could get my finger and thumb
around his sweet stick, and I soon had him screaming. Well it wasn't quite
a scream but it was pretty noisy. I swallowed every drop and would have
taken more if he had had it in him. I was ecstatic. I had finally given
something back to my wonderful lover and there was no doubt about him
enjoying it.

     He seemed to understand when I said I didn't want him to do anything
to me. I was giving him myself for the very first time. I was giving him
the Christmas present I had really wanted to give him. I was giving him the
love that bubbled up inside me like a fountain. It was so special that I
wanted this night to be his alone. He melted into my arms and we slept like
babies.

     They must have known something had happened. We were so shy and cuddly
with each other next morning. Julian looked as pleased as if it had been
him that had had sex the night before. Mum and Dad looked so loving I just
had to give them a hug and a thank you. Damien did too.

     During the holidays, Martin and Melinda took us swimming at the YMCA.
I was a thrasher and Damien was a fish. They picked a time when there were
very few people in the pool and began to work on my arm movements.  They
all decided that backstroke was the best for me since there was little
chance of me drowning if my neck muscles decided to play up. They had to
teach me how. I had only ever learned crawl at the water safety classes. I
began to enjoy it so much I asked them if it was possible for me to join. I
got a shock when I found out that Bill had already enrolled me and listed
Damien as my carer. They would not accept me without a carer. The first
time Julian joined us, I proudly signed the book for my first guest, he was
so excited about how my swimming was going he almost bashed Mum and Dad's
ears off. Damien and I just sat there blushing. That was the night Damie
decided to suck me for the very first time.

      He had been reluctant, not because he was disgusted or anything. He
had been licking up all my cum for weeks. He was afraid that his mouth
would be too small and that his teeth would scrape me. I was more than game
for it and he tried that night. I almost hit the roof myself. No wonder he
reacted the way he did. His mouth was just big enough and if he made a tiny
slip now and again I was more than willing to forgive him and let him do it
any time he wanted. He wanted to a lot after that. We never do sixty nines;
they are a bit too dangerous because of my unpredictable reactions.

     I thought long and hard before I decided to tell you about the next
part. It is something so very special for both of us. It's something we
keep for very special occasions, and it is not something I would normally
share with others. The reason for sharing it is that we would probably
never have worked out how to do it without Martin. Can you imagine the love
and strength of character that man has that he could do for us something he
would find personally repugnant? It is here so you can see his inner beauty
and know why Damien and I love, even adore, our big brother so much. What
was even more amazing was that Melinda was there that night. She knew
exactly what happened, Martin never keeps secrets from her, and she didn't
'chuck a wobbly' or anything. In fact, when she saw us afterwards, she got
this gentle little smile and kissed us both on the cheek.

     It was in the holidays between the first and second semester. We had
begun to spend several days at each other's houses during the holidays. We
were at Rockwells for that weekend. Bill had taken Ellen out for the night
and told us not to wait up for him. No one was surprised; it was obvious
they were going to get around to getting married some day. Damien and I had
been looking at the condoms and wondering about using them for weeks. I
insisted that he be the first and I think he was a bit afraid of trying to
take me in him. I wasn't afraid. People had been poking instruments up my
bum since I was a baby, although they hadn't for some years now. Besides, I
wanted him to be the first to experience it. If it was as good as the books
said it could be, I wanted to give that to my beloved. I was so limited in
the things I could do for him. The trouble came when he put the first
finger full of lube on my hole. I was so excited my legs went like tent
poles and my arms started waving like flags.

      Damien sat and waited for me to calm down. The second he tried to
lube me it happened again. I was sobbing. I so desperately wanted him and
my body kept betraying me. Damien was near tears himself. He put on his
dressing gown and went to find Martin. I found out later that they were
doing more than just kissing when he interrupted them. At the time I didn't
notice that his fly was open and his hand stank of stale fish. Martin was
magnificent. He wasn't angry; he was as kind and gentle with me as he
always was. He listened to Damien's explanation and thought for a while,
then he rolled me on my stomach and vanished for a while. He was back
minutes later with three fat cushions from the lounge and five towels. They
piled the cushions and pillows up until they were up to Damien's belly
button as he knelt on the bed. Then they covered the pile with a towel.
They lifted me on with such love and gentleness. The pile sank down to just
the right height for Damien. I must have looked quite a sight with my face
on the bed and my bum pointing at the roof.

     Martin's next trick was the one that made it possible. He tied towels
around my wrists and tied them to the bed head. Then he tied towels around
my knees and produced a piece of clothesline, which he used to secure the
towels to the bed head. He waited while Damien began to lube me up yet
again. This time my body could not interfere; it was so painlessly yet
cunningly restrained. I managed to gasp out a thank you and he hugged
Damien and gave me a kiss (the first and the last one he ever gave me)
before he left.

     I thought I was prepared for the sensation of Damien entering me. It
was not the first time I had felt something intrude from outside me. I was
wrong. It was way beyond anything I had ever felt before. This was not some
doctor with a colonoscope. This was the flesh of my beloved. I think I went
around the moon six times before I settled back into my body. It was so
incredibly erotic. I was willingly giving my body, my all, as a sacrifice
for the pleasure of my darling Damie. It was so overwhelming I had no idea
how it had been for him. He didn't waste any time before telling me. I had
hardly noticed him untie me and roll me on my back. The moment he saw my
eyes were focusing again he started speaking.

     "Willie! My gorgeous lovely Willie! That was so hot. I never knew it
would be like that. It was fantastic my darling. I know you liked it
because you were making all the same noises you make when I suck you. You
were so loud I thought they might come and investigate, but I couldn't
stop. Oh my darling Will, that was just so special. Thank you! Thank you!
Thank you!" He was all over me. Kissing me, hugging me, licking my dick
clean. Somewhere in there I had blown my load and I couldn't even remember
it.

     We lay there, kissing and cuddling for quite a while before I was up
to going to the bathroom. I felt as if I needed a shit and yet I felt that
it would be almost sacrilegious to have one. Damie took the condom to flush
down the loo. He threw it in before I sat down and I noticed there were two
in there. I sat there for a while but nothing came out. I was feeling
better and I had to flush the loo three times before the condoms were gone.
We had a lovely shower together and got into our pyjamas. Damie had some
silk ones, and they had given him ones that matched mine.

     M & M were looking like contented cats when we got to the lounge room.
Martin had retrieved the cushions and they were back on the lounge.

     "Are you ready for pizza? If we don't get our order in soon the local
shop will be closed." We sat there sipping Sprite and gazing into each
other's eyes while we waited. I have no idea how long it was or what the
pussycats were doing. I was lost in my Damie.

     When Damie decided he was brave enough to try to take me. We didn't
need Martin. He had given us the idea and we took it and ran. I have to be
tied down and darling Damie has to do all the work. He says it's fantastic
either way. I still get so excited I can't be trusted.

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     There are lots of other things I could tell you about my glorious
Eagle. The trouble is they involve other people and I won't tell their
story without their permission. You can bet your life that I had permission
from Damie and Martin to write what is here. This is our story and we have
the right to tell it. All the same, I doubt they would have given
permission if I were going to send it anywhere but here.

     There is a boy Damie and I have helped. Martin had to be involved for
several reasons. That young man often sleeps at our house and I think I
will ask him if I might tell his story. Perhaps he might like to write it
himself. Don't be surprised if I send you another file about my wonderful
brother. I never get tired of loving him and singing his praises. I know
I'm a sentimental twit, but how many people are as lucky as I am?

William.