Date: Thu, 11 May 2017 19:51:34 +0100
From: J. Forrester <niftyencomiums@gmail.com>
Subject: The Embarrassment of Riches - Chapter Twenty-Five

The Embarrassment of Riches
Chapter Twenty-Five: The Only Way Is Exit

The people, places and events in this story are entirely fictional and any
resemblances to real people, real places or real events is coincidental.


"He felt as if he were running away forever."

"That's it?" asked Sean.

"That's it..." said Martin; "I think that's how it ends."

It was early in the morning on the first Friday of June which officially
the last day of the exam timetable, though Martin and Sean and the others
had long ago sat their final exam. For this reason, Martin and Sean had
agreed to work a Friday shift at the Pothos Emporium.

Martin had stayed over with Sean so they could go in together. Throughout
the night they had cuddled and fooled around before falling into sleep;
Sean was contented and Martin felt slightly less miserable within
himself. There was still half an hour before they would have to get ready
and their conversation had rolled around to Martin's travel plans. He found
it hard to talk about going away and even harder to admit he didn't know
when, if at all, he would return. His parents were hugely supportive –
perhaps sensing that he was unhappy and needed to get away to find
happiness elsewhere. Sean was equally encouraging but clearly wished Martin
would stay to maintain their tryst. Martin had yet to break the news to
E.J. and his uncle Frazer. But he would soon.

The question of how it ends had come about when Martin had shared his
intention to write a substantially autobiographical story while he
travelled the world.

Sean had laughed when Martin first told him; "What were you going to call
it again... Cocks and Cum? It'll be an 18 certificate."

Martin had to admit, the last nine to ten months of his life had been
filthy.

"I don't intend to publish it. I don't think Penguin books would be
interested," Martin jested in return.

"Then why write about it all?"

"To sort things out. To see where I went wrong. To figure out who I am,"
Martin replied.

From there, Sean had asked how the story would end when Martin's own story
was ongoing.

"Running away forever is kinda a downbeat ending, isn't it?" Sean asked.

"I prefer the word melancholy," Martin responded.

Sean giggled and gave Martin's shoulder a push.

"Call it what you like, it's too gloomy," Sean told him as he fought
against Martin's own jostling.

"Maybe I'll add an addendum," Martin acquiesced.

They were both clad only in brief, legs entwined, facing each other and the
play fight was becoming sensual; groping and stroking more than pushing and
shoving. Martin was about to start stroking when there was a knock at the
door and Matt walked in.



"Mum wanted to make sure you were..." he stopped when he saw what looked
like, to the immediate eye, an intimate scene; "...awake."

"Yea, we're good," said Sean.

Sean deliberately turned to face Matt to make clear he was not actually
being intimate with Martin, not at that moment anyway. Sean was however
glad his sheet was still covering his groin because his cock was achingly
hard inside his briefs.

Sean knew that Matt still disapproved of Martin. Matt was still deeply
angry with Martin for hurting Sean's feelings. Sean had attempted to
explain to his twin that he was just friends with Martin - friends who fool
around and have sex... and so they returned to the place where Matt was
concerned Sean would be the one who ended up hurt again.

"I know what I'm doing," Sean had snapped at Matt last week.

"You thought you knew what you were doing last time before you found him
with two dicks up his ass," Matt had retorted savagely.

Sean hadn't replied to that. Matt was worried, Matt was probably right, or
at least half-right. But it wasn't what Sean wanted to hear. He was a big
boy who could make his own stupid choices and Matt could disapprove, but it
didn't mean Sean was going to stop.

"If you guys want a lift to work, mum'll drive you. But hurry up," Matt
said and then left the room.

"I'm gonna shower," said Sean as he hopped out of bed and left the room in
his briefs.

Martin could hear Sean and Matt talking, followed by laughing - he was
happy to hear them cheery together. Martin knew Matt's frosty reception was
his fault. He swung his own legs out of bed and looked out his change of
clothes, then checked the letter he had prepared was still there, tucked
into his bag.



From his bag, Martin retrieved his mobile phone and thought about something
he had been putting off doing for a while now: telling E.J. about his
travel plans. Martin had put it off because he knew he was running away
from E.J. – from his lover and father, also from his uncle Frazer and
the whole complicated debacle. Martin had had a few Sunday dinners with
E.J. and Frazer and they had been comfortable and amicable and left Martin
feeling hollow inside the moment he left.

In E.J.'s company he would always feel what he was missing: the
relationship they had shared and that now could never be. Telling
E.J. about his plans to travel would be the final admission that he was
moving on with his life – and that he could not move on while he stayed.

Martin selected E.J.'s number and dialled.

"Hello? Are you ok?" E.J. answered brightly, then concerned.

E.J.'s voice quickened Martin's heart just before stabbing it; "Yea, I'm
fine. Did I wake you, I know it's early."

"No, I was up anyway. I've got a full house at the moment so I'm planning
to get out and maybe go for a swim or something," E.J. explained.

Martin's heart felt sore and he wondered if it was as hard for E.J. as it
was for him.

"I was hoping you and Frazer might be free for dinner on Sunday? I know we
normally plan it with a bit more notice but... I wanted to see you both,"
Martin said carefully.

"That should be fine. I'll call Frazer later... are you really ok?"
E.J. asked - suspicious of Martin's "I wanted to see you both."

"Yea."

"Ok," E.J. let it go and Martin was grateful; "I'll text you once I've had
a chat with Frazer."

"How are you two getting on?" Martin asked in a rushed voice.

He knew he sounded jealous and he wasn't even sure if they had anything to
be jealous of. They were co-workers and friends certainly but was there
more going on? Would he really want to know if there was?

"Fine, Martin. Just fine. I'll talk to you later."

Martin put the now-silent phone back in his bag and sat to ponder some
things.



Sitting on the edge of the bed, Martin's mind drifted to the bed he had
shared with Sean. It was partly due to convenience – so they could go
into work together; the other part was the strange friendship they now
shared. It was that friendship that concerned Matt and made him frosty
towards Martin.

Martin and Sean were not dating. They were friends who worked at the same
place, had went to the same school, who socialised with the same people and
who occasionally had sex and fooled around. No wonder Matt was worried.

Even to Martin it was obvious Sean still coveted the idea of a proper
relationship and the strange thing was, so did Martin. He wanted to want
Sean, so why didn't he? Martin indulged the idea of Sean being his
boyfriend but it didn't feel right, it didn't fit. In his heart Martin was
still hung up on E.J. and all the days they would never have – how could
he still be stuck on that record?

Matt was right to feel animosity towards him, Martin thought. He was having
sex with a guy who wanted him badly, perhaps blindly. It made Martin feel
like a selfish shit to carry on with Sean - no matter how many times Sean
told him, assured him, and reassured him that they were definitely just
friends. He wasn't sure "just friends" had any meaning when one person felt
as strongly as Sean did.



Sean came into the room wearing a fluffy white towel that showed off his
smokin' hot body. It was hard to think about giving Sean up when he looked
like that.

While Martin took his turn in the shower, he was still thinking about
Sean. Sean was a sweet guy, a kind soul; Martin would be lucky to be with
him, so why the reluctance? He knew Sean wished for a relationship, to call
Martin his boyfriend; to date and make love rather than fool around or
fuck. Martin just didn't feel that way but Sean made it clear he was
comfortable with the unhealthy fooling around part of their
friendship. Never the less, it made Martin feel cold and cruel – as if
he was taking advantage. He felt like he was using Sean.

A while later, the boys were bundled into the back seat of the car and on
their way to work. Sean's mum was nice and whatever she thought was going
on between of her son and Martin, she kept it to herself. Martin and Sean
chatted amiably as they entered the shopping centre on the edge of town;
Sean's mum was headed into Stirling for the day so he would have to get the
bus home.

Martin and Sean took the escalators up to the fifth floor; the view from
the moving stairs was panoramic, offering a sight all the way back down to
the main atrium. In half an hour the whole centre would be packed with
people.

For the past few weeks at the Pothos Emporium, Martin and Sean had been
wearing Tennis shorts and t-shirts. The grand slam tennis season was in
full swing and since donning the shorts, a little shorter than those
sported by Andy Murray et al, sales of the outfit had rocketed. Martin
finished watching Sean, now wearing just his briefs, about to slip on his
shorts when he slid out of the room in search of Graham. Graham was not in
his office but Martin left something for him on the desk and turned to
depart.

"Martin? Can I help you?" Graham seemed distracted this morning despite his
query.

Martin started to answer but Graham broke in before he had the chance.

"Gordon has called in sick so I'll be on the shop floor most of the day,
not in my office. Is it important, can it wait?" Graham asked.

Martin glanced back at the desk; "It can wait," he said uncertainly.

Martin met Sean in the corridor leading back to the main shop and Sean
smiled as if they had not seen each other in weeks. Graham caught the smile
and thought about the intimate liaison that had occurred between them three
months ago; after they had had sex in the atrium outside the Pothos
Emporium, things had seemed inhospitable for a while. They seemed to be
back to being comfortable with each other – very comfortable.

"I was hoping to recruit you two for a little promotion today," Graham said
as they got to the main store.

"Oh, yes?" asked Sean; there was something in his voice that told he was
already suspicious and or wise to the forthcoming request.

Martin, naive as ever, wore a more quizzical face; "What promotion?"

Graham grinned widely; "Massage oils."



It was a few hours later and the shop was busy, despite the early summer
bringing plenty of sunshine to Stirlingshire. A large contingent of the
clientele were young men in shorts and t-shirts and Martin indulged his
predilection for looking at legs. It was a new fascination but he just
loved legs, legs and more legs. Faces, lips, eyes, great bodies, nice bums
and big bulges were still a predilection too of course.

Graham had been behind the cash register all morning just like he said and
seemed glad of the opportunity to take a break to organise the
demonstration.

"Sean, would you like to do the honours of massaging Martin?" Graham asked.

Plenty of people had heard him and looked around to listen in, sensing an
imminent exhibition.

"Sure," Sean readily agreed.

That left Martin looking up to see Graham smiling at him; "Martin, would
you mind stripping off?"

He had done it so many times before but Martin still got a tingle of
anticipation and a sinking feeling of embarrassment as he was about to
expose himself. Martin kicked off his shoes to make himself barefoot and
then pulled off his t-shirt to reveal his enviable body. Without ceremony,
Martin dropped his shorts and underwear with one fell swoop and let his
long flaccid penis hang out. The people in the shop were all taking an
interest now and Martin somehow did not get fully hard under the gaze of
many eyes.

"Oh silly me," said Graham; "I haven't even got the supplies out yet. Or
the massage table."

Graham gathered up all of Martin's clothes, leaving him naked and asked him
to just carry on working. "I'll get the centre of the store set up for the
promotion. I'll only be half an hour or so," Graham reported.

Sean chuckled at the manoeuvre of making Martin bare arse naked half an
hour early but said nothing as he knew Graham was just as able to
manipulate things to Sean's own detriment. Twenty or so minutes later and
all was ready, Martin was invited to lie face down on the massage table and
a towel was draped over his bum.

It was a small towel, low enough to show off the top of Martin's smooth
arse crack. Martin's thighs were delicious and his calves curved and
relaxed as he lay stretched out on the table.



A variety of oils were arranged on a stand near the massage table; scented
with orange, lavender or black pepper; infused for "sensual and
aphrodisiac" or "energy and vigour" and; muscle recovery or anti-aging.

Sean had never read so much shite in his life but was delighted by the
opportunity to touch Martin's skin while slathered with oil whatever its
purported concoction. Martin felt oil dribble onto his back; the oil, even
at room temperature, felt warm and Sean's hands heated it by another few
degrees. Sean's hands started at Martin's shoulders, kneading the muscles
with slick hands. Sean was both inexperienced and inexpert but he made such
a good effort that Martin felt himself genuinely relax. Slippery hands
roamed all of Martin's back and teased the towel down a bit as Sean's
fingers threatened to expose Martin's arse. But they didn't.

Instead, Sean moved lower, working his hands up Martin's legs; claves and
the back of Martin's thighs were soon warm and slick – headed by the
overhead lights and the breath of the enthralled audience. This time, Sean
teased the audience as well was Martin by sliding his hands under the towel
and touching the cleft between Martin's buttocks; the watching crowd could
not see Martin's arse but they knew it was being set upon.

Finally Sean moved the towel to expose Martin's gorgeous bum which, without
oil on it, was the only part of him that wasn't shiny. Yet. Sean upended
the bottle so a stream of oil could drip onto Martin's exposed buttocks
followed by slippery hands that rubbed the oil all over Martin's slippery
globes. Oil allowed Sean to easily slide a finger between Martin's arse
cheeks, tempting the hole between them with glancing passes.

The gathered crowed delighted as Sean pulled Martin's cheeks apart as he
massaged the glutes; Sean concentrated all his massaging efforts on the
back of Martin's thighs and his buttocks while the audience waited for the
inevitable frontal exposure.

Martin's cock was rock hard and sandwiched between his own body and the
table beneath him; occasional subtle motions allowed him to hump the table
slightly and to rub his cock against the firm surface. Pre-cum was leaking
from his cock and making a sticky mess of his stomach.

Martin was away in a world of his own, so it took a few seconds to register
Sean's instruction.

"You can turn over now, Martin," said Sean.



In a gesture of discretion, Sean held the towel over Martin's midriff as he
turned but no-one failed to see his massive cock flopping onto his stomach
with a satisfying slap. The towel was draped over Martin's penis and balls
but the hard-on eked a gap from which the head of his dick threatened to
emerge.

Sean applied generous amounts of oil onto Martin's chest and rubbed it over
his shoulders, pecks and nipples and then his abs. Fingers teased under the
towel and Martin feared he'd cum before he had even been properly stroked
off.

"You looked hot, Sean. Maybe you should take your t-shirt off?" suggest
Martin breathlessly.

Martin reached over and cupped the back of Sean's knee then slid his hand
up the bottom of Sean's shorts to stroke the back of his athletic
thigh. Even without oil on his hand, Martin's caress was warm and damp with
sweat. Sean responded appropriately and pulled his t-shirt off, lifting his
arms as he did so and then tossing the garment aside with disregard.

Sean remained the master of the cock-tease because, having removed his
hands from Martin's abs and pubis, he left the penis covered and moved onto
Martin's legs again. Within minutes, all of Martin's body was shiny –
front and back – and under the hot shop lights, Martin felt like he was
baking. Sean resumed his teasing just above Martin's dick, the tips of his
fingers sliding beneath the towel to glance the head of Martin's
cock. Martin's erection trembled and sought to escape its concealment, a
bare centimetre peeked out from beneath the towel before retreating back
beneath its hiding place.

At last, Sean could take no more and put himself, Martin and the expectant
audience out of their misery by whipping off the towel and completely
exposing Martin's seventeen year old body to everyone.



Sean applied oil to his hands and then brought them to Martin's quivering
erection. With greasy slides of his hand, Martin was trembling with
excitement but Sean knew just when to stop and give a respite to prevent
him from cumming.

Soon, Sean was holding Martin's big dick with one hand and sliding a single
finger from the other hand along the perineum; when Sean reached Martin's
arse-hole, his finger slipped in with ease. It was another sensation with
which Martin had to endure because Sean was still not for letting him
cum. Everyone watching was enjoying the show, but Martin was reaching the
end of his tether.

Martin finally advanced things by reaching over and tugging at Sean's
shorts. Two good tugs and the shorts released Sean's own erection. Martin
shuffled his body up the massage table a few inches until his head tipped
over the top end; without prompting, Sean moved to the head of the table,
shuffling as the shorts fell to his ankles. With Martin's head tipped back
and his mouth open, he could probably have taken nine inches of cock down
his straightened throat. As it was Sean's circumcised penis topped out at
six and a half inches but it was thick with a nice head and Martin's throat
bulged visibly as the cock pumped in and out.

Sean's view of Martin's magnificent body was... magnificent. Martin's long
creamy-skinned body continued to glisten under the shop lights, his navel
sank inward and his cock throbbed untouched against his belly; Martin's
long legs and bare feet trembled restlessly as Sean filled up Martin's
mouth.

Cock-muffled mumbling brought an end to Sean's absent-minded admiration;
"What?" he asked, after extracting his cock from Martin's mouth.

"Get on my fucking cock," Martin said breathlessly.



Sean excitedly stepped out of his shorts and kicked off his trainers so
that he too was totally nude. Then, Sean moved back to the side of the
table. A conveniently placed condom lay waiting for him and in seconds the
ultra thin prophylactic was wrapped snugly around Martin's dick. As Sean
climbed onto the table the analytical part of his brain wondered if it was
strong enough to support two strapping boys but the primal sex-driven part
of his brain was yelling "get it up you."

Sean faced Martin as he squatted over his lover - his strong thighs held
him above the cock that belonged to his heart's desire. He and Martin had
fooled around and even occasionally had sex, but Sean still wanted Martin:
body, mind and soul. He knew he was settling for the body as he lowered
himself onto Martin's cock. Martin had held his cock up for Sean's arse to
receive it and the boy lowered himself onto it with delight. The sensation
through Martin's body was enchanting and by the time he was all the way
inside Sean, he was aching for an orgasm.

Sean sat straddled atop Martin, leaning forward to kiss Martin's lips; it
was, perhaps, a pretence of intimacy but it was enjoyable all the
same. With some effort Sean hoisted himself up and then back down again;
fucking himself on Martin's dick was a workout at the best of times, but on
this occasion it involved squats that caused his legs to burn even as he
felt his cock reach its climax.

Sean sat down on Martin's cock as it erupted and he minded not when he felt
Martin's cum leaking out of his ass; whether the condom had burst of
Martin's cum had simple leaked from where it rolled around the root of his
dick did not matter. Sean stroked his cock to a quivering end and blew his
cum all over Martin's chest, one shot landed on Martin's chin, and as the
orgasm subside Sean squeezed the last drops out until the blobs congealed
in Martin's pubes.

Both boys were panting and watching the stunned spectators; many would have
seen their previous displays but it was still quite a treat to observe a
live show of teenage sex - surely that never got old? Sean leaned forward
again and kissed Martin; their tongues tangled and Martin was just as
willing as Sean to snog. One was motivated by love, the other by lust but
both by the desire to be accepted and desired.

They were still trying to get their breaths back, wondering how the rest of
their day would unfold, when something unexpected happened.

The fire alarm sounded.





Johnnie was tidying up after Calvin and Daniel while they did a final check
of their luggage. Johnnie could hear them playfully jest and tease one
another and there was a brief feeling of melancholy that this time last
year it was he and Cal that had flown off for a week in the sun.

Times had changed and Johnnie had gone from realising his feelings for
Calvin to realising they could never be returned. But that was ok –
Johnnie had discovered a desire to be wanted and loved and he felt he had
probably found that with David De Sotto. Johnnie was reluctant to count his
chickens though, especially after what happened with Dean. He had been too
eager, too keen, too desperate. This felt different though – David
wanted him and wanted the same things as he did and, if he were asked to
predict the future, Johnnie would predict `...they all lived happily ever
after.'

University was now over until autumn so Cal and Daniel were taking a week
Ibiza. Johnnie had been coerced into putting them up for the night, which
involved him beseeching E.J. for use of the spare room. The room had become
spare only because Victor was moving out having been offered a job in
Glasgow. Victor wasn't leaving for another few weeks but the room was more
often vacant than engaged as he hunted for both men and a home closer to
his new employer.

Johnnie repeatedly pointed out that he couldn't drive, so why were they
staying with him and who did they expect to drive them to the airport? The
fact that Johnnie could not drive was deemed to be a minor snag and they
suggested that David could drive them. Johnnie realised it was a `subtle'
rouse for them to finally meet his new boyfriend.

"Sorry, you were saying?" Calvin said as he came back into the kitchen.

Johnnie left the cereal bowls and plates to dry beside the sink.

"I'm thinking of joining the police force," Johnnie reiterated.

"Hmmm..." said Calvin.

"Hmmm..." agreed Daniel.

"What?" demanded Johnnie.



"Policing? Is it coincidence that that's what your new boyfriend does?"
asked Daniel carefully.

"And is it a good idea to get into the same job as a guy you've only been
dating for five or six weeks?" asked Calvin with equal delicacy.

"I mean what if you break up?" Daniel's turn again.

They were looking out for him, trying to protect him – they cared about
him.

"This isn't about David," Johnnie answered; "He didn't suggest I join
him. He didn't print off an application form or put in a good word for
me... I mean, I might not have had the idea if we hadn't met but we did
meet. And this has come from me. It's what I've chosen, it's what I want."

Leaving University had bothered Johnnie for months – he had had an
expensive education even before going the King James VI (Scotland)
University and was afraid of wasting his life. Even this career choice was,
probably, below his parent's expectations of him.

"I can go back to Uni some day if I want to. But only if I want to and
right now, that's not the right place for me. But I don't think cleaning up
after sweaty people is the right place for me either," Johnnie expanded.

He had made this point to E.J. in a more eloquent and polite way but
E.J. was a clever man and knew quite nicely what Johnnie meant. Johnnie
would always be grateful to E.J. for giving him a place to stay when his
life fell apart at the seams and a job while he struggled to find direction
in his life.

"As long as you know what you're doing..." Calvin said supportively but
there was doubt in his voice.

"You don't think I can do it?" Johnnie asked.

"No, no way," Daniel said, saving the conversation. "I can totally see you
in a uniform and putting handcuffs on people..."

"Thanks."

"...and also becoming a policeman."

Calvin and Johnnie laughed and the tension left the room; Daniel proffered
his hand for a high five from Cal which was dutifully given.

"I hate you guys," Johnnie said.

"No you don't," Daniel said as he left the room to brush his teeth.



Johnnie and Calvin shared a quiet moment.

"Are you happy, Johnnie?" Calvin asked worriedly.

Johnnie knew this question was born out of guilt; Calvin had moved on from
having sex with Johnnie recreationally to having a successful relationship
with Daniel that would be six months old come the end of the month. Johnnie
on the other hand had moved onto a man who had cheated on him after a few
weeks and a relationship that hadn't even gotten physical yet.

"Cal, you know I love you... and always will," Johnnie said.

It took Calvin by surprise and the multiple, often confusing, often
overlapping uses of the word "love" caused Calvin some anxiety.

"And you love me, I know," Johnnie added; "You're my best friend. And
yes. I am happy."

Calvin smiled before wrapping his arms around Johnnie in a hug that made
them both feel great. The doorbell sounded and Johnnie insisted he got
it. Johnnie would rather David did not meet Cal or Daniel without him
making the introductions. E.J. would usually have answered the door, it
being his house after all, but he had departed early to go the
Symposium. It was E.J.'s day off and for one he was using the facilities
rather than managing them.

"Good morning," Johnnie said to a bundle of balloons.

"Morning," said the voice behind them.

David's head peeked out from behind them.

"What's the occasion?" Johnnie asked of the bright smiling balloons that
floated between them.

"No occasion," answered David; "Too soon for fruit, too late for
flowers. You don't really seem like the flowers type."

"He likes pansies," Daniel quipped.

David smiled indulgently and was assisted into the house with the bunch of
balloons; then he kissed Johnnie and shook hands with Daniel.



"Nice to meet you, Daniel. Johnnie speaks very sarcastically about you,"
said David.

"That's nice," Daniel deadpanned. "Thank you for the lift, you didn't have
to do this," Daniel said as he shook hands with David.

"Yes I did... Johnnie told me I had to," David said but couldn't keep his
face straight while saying it.

"You never said he was funny," Daniel said to Johnnie. Then to them both;
"I'm going to check up on Cal. We'll get the cases outside."

"The car's unlocked," David said.

"Cheers," thanked Daniel.

"What are the balloons for?" Johnnie asked.

"It's just a gesture. Guys get girls flowers, I just thought..." David
blushed.

"You are the sweetest thing," Johnnie told David.

"I know," David answered.

"So you're David?" Calvin said in a friendly rhetorical tone.

David and Johnnie were kissing when the question came and when they both
turned to look at Calvin, he was smiling.

"And you must be Calvin," David said; "I've heard lots about you. Most of
it a criminal offense under the Sexual Offences Scotland Act,
2009. Indecent exposure for example."

Calvin turned green and stopped smiling then Johnnie and David started
laughing and Calvin realised David was joking.

"You were right, that was a lot of fun," David said to Johnnie. Stepping
towards Calvin, he offered a hand to shake; "I was just messing with
you. It's nice to meet you."

"Likewise," Calvin answered and shook the proffered hand.

"Cuppa tea before we go?" suggested David.

Johnnie nodded and pointed through to the kitchen – while David went to
put the kettle on, Calvin stepped up to Johnnie.

"I like him," Calvin said.



David and Johnnie had some time to themselves while Calvin and Daniel were
left to get their cases into the car and argue over who was having the
window seat on the outbound flight.

"So there is something I've been meaning to ask you..." David said as his
opening gambit.

"Yes?" Johnnie replied suspiciously.

"Do you want to go to a Formal with me tomorrow?" David asked.

"Huh?"

David chuckled; "My sister Lucy is going out with a lad who goes to the
Earl of Lennox Boys School and they're having their end of year Formal
tomorrow night. I've volunteered as a chaperon. I know its short notice but
it would be really nice if you wanted to come with me."

Johnnie could just imagine the shenanigans that the likes of Martin,
Connor, Sean, Kazuo and Matt could get up to in formal wear. Or maybe for
once they would be well behaved and civilised.

"Are you sure it's ok? I mean, it makes sense for you to be allowed
chaperon `cause you're a police person but I'm just a random bloke turning
up to hang out with a bunch of school boys..." Johnnie said.

"That's very responsible of you," David said commendably. "But one, you're
thinking about joining the police force. Two, it's a purely volunteer job
– you don't need a PVG to chaperon. Three, I spoke to your old head
master..." David paused and grinned through his best impression of an
angelic face. "Do y'know... he happens to remember you?"

"Is that so?" Johnnie replied innocently.

"There really is no problem with you coming. I really will be working
though – stopping the underage from drinking, watching out for drugs,
unsafe behaviour, unwanted advances..." David had turned serious but the
underlying gesture was still there.

"So you want me to be your date to the prom?" Johnnie asked.

"Pretty much, yea. What do you say?"

"Pretty much, yes."

Their kiss was again interrupted by Calvin's arrival.

"Me and Daniel are ready to go when you guys are," said Calvin.

"Righto. Let's go then," said David as he stood up from the kitchen table.

"The dive to Glasgow airport will give us plenty of time to get to know you
better," suggested Calvin.

"I'm an Aries," David said facetiously.

"Huh," replied Cal, then: "What's your favourite colour?"

"Blue."

"Favourite animal?"

"Dog."

"Boxers or briefs."

"Nope..."





E.J. was drinking coffee and watching the swimmers in the Symposium
pool. His hair was still damp from when he had been in the pool a half hour
earlier. He stretched out his legs and enjoyed the sight of shirtless young
men in swimming sorts - plus a few braver men who were in Speedo.

"Pervert," said a voice that dragged him out of his distraction.

E.J. turned his head to see Frazer standing over him, he smiled and then
chuckled at being caught ogling the clientele. "I was just enjoying the
view," E.J. said.

"Grey Speedo boy?" Frazer asked, nodding out the observation window and
back towards the pool.

"Pervert," E.J. replied jokingly.

This time Frazer chuckled and invited himself to join E.J.'s table.

E.J. relaxed back in his chair as he explained: "I had to get out of the
house, Johnnie had friends staying over and I didn't want to..."

"Get in the way?" Frazer suggested.

"Make them breakfast," E.J. retorted.

"Johnnie was telling me he's thinking of reducing his hours and or
quitting?" Frazer said, become aware that they were both talking shop on
their day off. Did they have nothing better to say to each other?

"Yea, I know. Keep him on as long as he wants - he's become a good
friend. To be honest, I like having him around,"
E.J. confided. E.J. suddenly realised the same thing Frazer asked - talking
about work on their day off so he asked: "I thought this was meant to be
your day off? Why are you here?"



"I could ask the same thing," replied Frazer; "I was in body attack."

"I was swimming," E.J. replied. "Listen, I was going to call you anyway. I
was wondering if you were free for dinner on Sunday?"

"Oh..." replied Frazer, momentarily surprised before brightening; "Yea, I'd
love to."

E.J. realised too late that it sounded awfully like he had asked Frazer out
on a date.

"Martin called me this morning. He wanted to have dinner with us..."
E.J. started to clarify.

"Right. Yea, yea... of course," Frazer said while looking faintly
embarrassed.

"It's not that I don't want to have dinner with you," E.J. said.

"But you have to be there for Martin," Frazer tried to say without sounding
jealous.

"I suppose so," E.J. replied cautiously. "Not because of me-and-Martin,
though. Because... he's my son. I only just found him but for as long as he
wants me in his life, I owe it to him to be there for him."

"My sister would want that too," Frazer admitted.

"I also want you in my life," E.J. said, taking Frazer's hand.

"So... What's for dinner?" Frazer asked.





The fire alarm was so unlikely as to be a clichι so Martin and Sean
pretty much ignored it. Sean dropped to his knees to take Martin's unspent
cock in his mouth while squeezing the last drops of cum out of his
balls. The two lads were dimly aware of the rising commotion coming from
just outside the shop, which was quite a feat given the sound of the alarm.

Then Sean felt a hand take him under the arm and a voice spoke with
legitimate urgency; "Sean, get up. C'mon, you two."

Martin's sloppy cock slipped from Sean's mouth as he looked up to see a
genuinely concerned Graham. However a genuinely concerned Graham could
still be devious and manipulative. The shop really had emptied but the
crowd of people trying to leave were still jamming up the threshold. Graham
led Martin and Sean got to the back of the line, still naked and barefoot
– Martin still slippery and glistening with massage oil. Once outside
the shop they realised the reason for the continued alarm and the continued
alarm (pun intended).

Black and acrid smoke was rising - billowing - from the floors below and
from the sounds of things, the entire shopping centre was being evacuated.

"Shouldn't we get some clothes?" said Sean in distress.

"No time," Graham answered.

"We're totally naked!" Martin said.

Wonders would never cease: Martin of all people expressing worry over being
exposed.

"I had noticed," Graham said devilishly. Graham leaned close to Martin's
ear; "I got the letter you left on my desk."

Martin looked back at his boss – he had forgotten he had left it there
at the start of the day.

"Your resignation is accepted," Graham added.



Martin and Sean were pressed onto the escalator taking them down to the
fourth floor. They were each contemplating the consequences of what was
transpiring: being naked, hard and even sexed in the Pothos Emporium was
one thing but this? The Pothos was a haven of gay men and paraphernalia
– it was safe and the like-minded people was a guarantee of
discretion. Now, descending from the fourth floor to the third, they were
travelling another floor farther from their clothes and another floor
closer to total exposure in front of more people than they could
imagine. The average Marks & Spencer shopper was not ready for the sight of
two hot naked seventeen year old boys; one cum-covered and the other whose
ass had just been pummelled by an eight inch dick.

"I sure hope the security cameras don't pick us up," Sean said with a look
halfway between worried and delighted.

"Big brother is watching you," Martin said sinisterly.

"I figured our lives were more like TOWIE," Sean said insincerely as they
stepped onto the next escalator to go from the third floor to the second.

"The Only Way Is Exit?" Martin suggested.

There was a long pause as Sean considered this before replying, "...That's
clever."

Graham could hear the boys giggle at one another but his mind was
elsewhere. As Graham enjoyed the view of their perfect arses, he recalled
his thoughts on Martin from when they had first met nine months ago. Even
then, Graham had been contemplating exposing and embarrassing Martin, the
rich boy who wanted a job. The embarrassment of riches – that had been
the phrase that had come to mind that day; today, Graham wondered if this
was the moment when the embarrassment of riches simply became embarrassing.

They were lucky that the lower floors had evacuated first so they were
still surrounded by the homosexual clientele of the Pothos and, to give
them their due, they had started to rally around the boys. Martin and Sean
found themselves literally surrounded by their gay patrons and therefore
hidden from view as they reached the first floor where the smoke was much
less thick.

"What the fuck are we going to do?" Martin asked Sean over the din of
alarms and voices.

"I dunno," answered Sean but he could not help but think about Martin
greasy and surrounded by men in a very public place.



As Sean's cock rose, it was some consolation to see Martin's dick was also
thickening again. On the ground floor, Martin and Sean could see hundreds
of people pressing through the atrium in an effort to get out of the
building. Panic was barely suppressed and the uncertainty and tension
caused by the alarm and the smoke took most people's attention forwards
towards the exit rather than back to the escalators they had just
descended.

The only exception was a group of seven or eight teenage boys who spotted
Martin and then Sean and gawped at the sight of the naked teens with
unsuppressed amazement. Moments later they were pushed out of sight, not
towards the main entrance through which everyone else was fleeing but into
a concrete service corridor. Sean felt himself pushed against Martin; his
front pressing into Martin's back and his cock pressing against the crack
of Martin's arse.

Martin looked back and grinned.

At the end of the corridor sunlight blasted shadows into nothing and the
naked teens squinted against the sun. They became aware that the gay mob
that had so far protected them had dissipated with alarming speed and
completeness so only two or three men, Graham among them of course,
remained.

Before them was the service car park where deliveries for all the shops
arrived and departed from. Looking left gave a view of a nearly vacant
concrete lot, delivery vehicles having been and gone for the
day. Meanwhile, looking right took the eye to the front edge of the
shopping centre and the throng of people waiting for further instruction or
searching for lost friends or family. No-one had seen them yet, but the
sheer numbers were still alarming.

Martin and Sean looked back to Graham.

"Ok," said Sean. "So where's our clothes?"

"Upstairs," Graham answered.

"But you brought us something, right?" Martin implored.

"There was no time," Graham said innocently.

"But..."

"Graham..."

"What's wrong boys?" Graham asked. The way he said "boys" was so deliberate
and innocent that it made them feel even more exposed and every bit their
seventeen years.

"You can't just stand here with us like this!" protested Martin.

"Of course I can't stand here with you like this," Graham replied as he
indicated their naked bodies.

Then Graham walked away.

Abandoned naked in public? This was getting to be a habit for these boys.







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