Date: Sun, 9 Apr 2017 08:25:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: c m <nesteuk@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: The Hockey Boys, Mark and me, part 4

Same disclaimers apply as in Part 1.

Comments always welcome to nesteuk@yahoo.co.uk


	The next morning there was an answerphone message waiting when I
went downstairs to make coffee. My aunt had had a serious relapse, and my
parents were going to stay for another day, probably two and maybe
three. They wanted to make sure I had everything I needed. I made coffee
and headed back upstairs. Mark's hair was sticking up all over the place as
he sat up.

      'My folks are going to be away for another couple of days.' I smiled
my biggest smile.

      'Really? Mark leaped at me, wrapping his arms around me. Then we have
two more days!' Then realisation struck.  'But my folks are coming to pick
me up today. Can we get hold of them?'

      'We can try.'

      Mark made the call. When he came back, I could see that he wasn't
very happy.

      'My folks say that they need to come and get me...but', and here he
smiled, `they would be happy for you to spend the next few days with us,
until your parents get home. I know it won't be the same, but it would be a
chance for them to get to know you. And they are fine about all the gay
thing. I've got a truckle bed in my room that you could use...what do you
say?'

      I thought about it. I would have liked to tell my parents that I was
gay first, but I couldn't turn down any opportunity to be with Mark - and
getting things straight with his parents would have to be faced at some
point as well. I hoped that they were as understanding as Mark said. Or
this would be a very uncomfortable few days. Well, I suppose that I could
always catch a train home if necessary.

      'Sure Mark. Are you certain that they are going to be OK with all
this...with me. You sure they won't think some senior has seduced their
little boy?'

      He giggled. 'If necessary, I'll tell them that I seduced you. Which
would only be the truth. But they won't think that. Don't worry. I've
talked about you - you know, the hockey, the way you've helped with my
course work. They are going to love you.'

      'I'm scared, Mark.'

      'Don't be. It's going to be fine. Come here.' He grabbed me and
pulled me into bed beside him. He put my hand on his cock and he put his
hand on mine. 'Wank buddies. That's how it started. Let's celebrate.'

      So we did. We wanked each other slowly and sensuously. He ended up
sitting on my thighs, rubbing our cocks together and making us come
together. Then we showered, got dressed and had breakfast. I cooked, and I
called my mother to tell her that I had been invited to Mark's. She was
pleased and gave it the okay. Then I packed an overnight bag and, just
after 11, his mother arrived to collect us.

      On the journey to Mark's house, his mother asked me loads of
questions. About my parents and what they did. About my family. About
school and hockey and A-levels. About what we'd done for the last couple of
days.

      'Mark's talked a lot about you. How you've helped him - how smart you
are.'

      'Mrs.Taylor, Mark really doesn't need much help. He's going to ace
his exams all on his own.'

      'It's kind of you to say that, but it's been nice to know he has a
friend who shares his interests.'

      At this, Mark nudged my leg and gave me a look. I stifled a
laugh. 'Yeah, the hockey and stuff . We just seem to get on.'

      'Well, it was very nice for Mark to have the chance to spend a few
days with a friend.  I hope you didn't get up to too much mischief and that
your parents will find the house as they left it. We are only too pleased
that we have the chance to repay their kindness so quickly. I've made up
the guest room for you, so I hope you'll be comfortable.'

      'Oh Mum, I thought Chris could use the truckle bed. Seems a shame to
use another room.'

      'Well, it's done now, and the guest room has its own shower and loo
which would be a lot nicer than having to share the bathroom. And it has a
double bed which is a lot more comfortable than that truckle.'

      Was it my imagination or had she paused before the words 'double
bed'? I looked at Mark, but he was still thinking about how to get me to
share his room and I don't think he had noticed.

      Mark's house was an elegant affair situated on a private estate of
five other similar houses. His was at the end of the drive. His mother
parked the car in the garage and then showed us into the house.

      'Why don't you take Chris up to the guest room, and then pop down to
the kitchen while he sorts himself out. There's a couple of things I need
to go through with you.'

      As we went upstairs, Mark was talking about me just moving into his
room anyway. I stopped him.

       'Your Mum's made up the guest room. It would be rude of me not to
use it. And anyway...it has a double bed. Maybe that might not
be...convenient?' I saw a slow smile spread across Mark's face.

      'Does your Mum know that I'm...that we...'

      'No. But I suspect that's what she wants to talk to me about. She's
always asking if the friends I bring back are gay.'

      'What will you tell her?'

      'What would you like me to tell her?'

      I paused and took a deep breath. 'I'd like you to tell her that, yes,
I'm gay.'

      'And if she wants to know if we are a couple?'

      I nodded. 'Tell her... yes, we are.'

      'And if she wants to know if we're sleeping together?'

      I stared at him. 'She'll ask you that??'

      'Probably. They are very open. I told you.'

      I looked down at the floor. This was all going so fast. I felt Mark
step towards me and lift up my head with his hands. He looked into my eyes.

      'It will be OK Chris.'

      'Are you sure? Really sure? I can't have them telling my
parents. Mark, I've only admitted to myself that I'm gay two days ago. I'm
not like you...I haven't known - or at least acknowledged it - for a long
time. I haven't had time to get comfortable with it. I love you Mark,
nothing will change that but this is all so....new...and different. It's
not how I have been brought up. I wish it was but it isn't.'

      He held me to him. 'I promise you it will be alright. I know that
this is all a lot to handle. You've come miles in no time. But I'm here for
you. And we are about to have two more days together in my house. And you
are in a room with a double bed. Now, if she asks, is it OK to tell Mum
that we are sleeping together?'

      I smiled and shrugged. 'In for a penny I suppose. Yes, OK, tell her
that we fuck like rabbits all the time'. I looked at him and Mark
spluttered into laughter. I grinned at him.

      'On balance, I don't think I'll put it that way.'

      'OK. I'll unpack my vast array of things and you go down and have
that talk.'

      It must have taken me all of two minutes to unpack my small bag and
hang up the shirt, put away my spare underwear, put my toothbrush in the
shower room and stick the other few bits and pieces beside the bed. It was
a nice room that looked over the garden to the rear of the house. I sat
down on the bed and bounced up and down on it experimentally. It was firm -
and it didn't squeak. I smiled to myself, and then got up and went
downstairs.

      I followed the sound of voices to the kitchen. as I entered, I heard
Mark's mum saying 'Well, he's a very charming boy as well as being very
handsome. I'm sure your father will enjoy talking to him.'

      'Hello, Chris. I hope you found the room alright?'

      'It's very nice. Thank you. It's kind of you to have me here for a
few days.'

      'It's our pleasure. And I'm delighted Mark has found such a lovely
young man as his first boyfriend.'

      I looked across at Mark who just shrugged and held out his hands in
an 'I told you so' way.

      'I expect he's told you that he told us he was gay when he was
thirteen, and I want you to know that we are very comfortable with that. I
am assuming that as you have spent the last three days together on your own
that you are sleeping with each other.'

      I couldn't believe this conversation was happening, but Mrs. Taylor
just kept going.

      `So far as the sleeping arrangements here are concerned, we would
prefer that you used the guest room rather than sharing with Mark, so that
we can at least have the illusion that we are not encouraging you to have
sex, but we realise that what you do once you've gone to bed is entirely
your affair. We will not interfere. We are interested only in Mark's
happiness and his safety, and he has convinced me that you are to be
trusted. His father may want to talk to you, but as far as I am concerned,
I would like you to know that I like you very much. I am delighted that my
son appears to have very good taste in men.' She smiled.

      'Thank you, Mrs. Taylor.' I said in a slightly strangled voice. `I
don't know exactly what Mark has told you, but our...relationship...has
only really...developed...during his stay with me. I'm not like Mark in
that I didn't know...or at least I didn't admit... that I was gay until I
realised what I felt for him and what he means to me. And I only recognised
that three days ago. I still haven't told my parents, but I will. Your son
is the most special person in the world, Mrs. Taylor. I will never hurt him
or give him, or you, cause to regret my coming into his life. He has
changed everything about my world.'

      'What a nice thing to say.'

      Mark ran over and hugged me, before planting a huge kiss on my
cheek. 'He's one in a million Mum. I told you so. I'm so happy.'

      I saw his mother smiling. 'I can see he makes you very happy,
darling, and that makes me happy.'

      Mark tugged at my arm; 'Let me show you my room.'

      I followed him back upstairs and we went past the guest room to the
next room along the corridor. It was a good size, with a bed in the corner,
a chest of drawers and a fitted wardrobe with mirror doors on the front. A
bookcase stood beside the bed and there were various items of sports
equipment against the wall. A record player and some LPs were on the floor
in the corner.

      'Welcome to my humble abode'. He shut the door behind us and pulled
me into a kiss.  'See? I told you it would be alright. She loves you. And
we have, in effect, permission to sleep together provided we don't rub my
parents nose in it. When we go to bed, I'll say goodnight to you and then,
five minutes later, I'll be snuggled up beside you in the guest room.'

      'If I decide to let you in...'

      'Why you...'

      'Come here.'

      I wrapped my arms around him and hugged him. He put his mouth on
mine, his tongue flicked against my lips. I opened my mouth and let him
in. He pulled me backwards towards his bed and we crashed down on it. His
hands reached for the zip on my trousers.

       'No, Mark. Not now. Let's do this properly later. And what was that
about your dad wanting to talk to me?'

      'Spoilsport.' He pouted grumpily at me. 'Dad? Oh, that will be
alright. He trusts Mum but he'll want to see for himself that I haven't
fallen victim to some bully who wants to use me and abuse me. He'll love
you every bit as much as Mum. Incidentally, and at the risk of making your
big head even bigger, she thinks you're absolutely gorgeous...which you
are. In my view, however, the best thing about you is that you have
exquisite taste in boyfriends.'

      I rolled my eyes. 'That'll be you, I suppose?'

      'Indeed'

      We were sitting in front of the TV in the lounge when Mr. Taylor got
back from work. We heard him talking to Mrs. Taylor in the kitchen and then
he appeared at the door, G&T in hand. I stood up, walked over and shook
hands.

      'It's a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Taylor.'

      'So, you must be Chris. Tash has told me about the conversation she
had with you earlier. It's fair to say she approves. I'm sure I shall feel
the same. Of course Mark had talked about you but I didn't know that you
were, that is, that you were more than just... school friends.'

      'Well, sir, until very recently we weren't. We had some things in
common and we liked each other...but...well...things have a way of
overtaking you unexpectedly...or me anyway...and we found that we liked
each other... in a whole new way. A whole better way. I think it is
wonderful that you brought Mark up to be comfortable with his sexuality and
that he felt confident enough to talk to you about it. I wish I could have
done that with my parents. Your son has shown me what I am and has made
me...OK...with it. More than OK. I owe him and you and Mrs. Taylor a
lot. And I know that you must worry about him and who he will choose to
have a relationship with - especially his first relationship. Thank you for
trusting me - I won't let you down.'

      A slow smile spread across Mr. Taylor's face. 'Thank you
Chris...thank you very much for that. I can see why my wife likes you. As
for you', he added pointing at Mark, 'You treat this man well. I'm not sure
you deserve him.'

      He headed back to the kitchen.

      'It's pleasure to meet you; yes SIR, thank you for trusting me
SIR...what a creep!'  Mark was in fits of laughter.

      'Hey...just remember what your dad said...you don't deserve me.'

      He stopped laughing and looked at me. 'It's true. I don't. Oh Chris,
you are so lovely, you seem to know just what to say. You have both of them
around your little finger.'

      'We'll see. Maybe they'll think differently if they walk in us when
I'm balls deep inside you with you screaming in pleasure.'

      'I don't scream.'

      'Bet I can make you.'

      'I'll look forward to you trying.'

      At that moment, Mr. Taylor poked his head back round the door and
asked Mark if he could spare him and his mother five minutes.

       'Errr...sure dad.' He turned to me, 'Back in five'. I smiled and
shooed him out.

      When Mark came back, he stood in the door and said, 'Come upstairs
with me.' I stood up and followed him up to his room. We sat on the bed.

       'So what was that about?' I asked him.

      'That was about Mum and Dad being worried about me - in a nice way I
guess. They said that they trusted me and that I was old enough to make my
own decisions...and that they liked you very much. But they wanted to know
when we stopped being friends and started being boyfriends and they wanted
to make sure that I wasn't being taken advantage of as a gay boy and that
you weren't asking me to do anything I didn't want to do, and finally they
wanted to be sure that we were being 'safe'. I told them that we had only
become a couple during the last seventy-two hours. I told them how I had
been the one wanting you for years and that I was the one who seduced you,
not the other way round. I told them that what we did was not really any of
their business, and that despite being bright you were pathetically
innocent when it came to sex. As for being safe, I told them that since it
was the first relationship for both of us they could relax on that score,
and that, whatever else might happen, at least neither of us would end up
pregnant. Mum nearly dropped her drink when I said that and I could see
that Dad was having to try very hard not to laugh. They thanked me for
being open and honest...and said that they couldn't have wished for me to
bring home a nicer, politer or more good-looking boy. I was almost sick.'

      'Wow. What an amazing chat to have with your parents. I can't see
mine doing that.  God, I hope it's all OK when I tell them.'

      'I'm betting it will be fine. They love you...that's all that
counts.'

      I nodded unhappily. I hoped he was right.

      We all sat down together for dinner that evening. Mrs.Taylor had
cooked a lovely fish pie. We talked about all sorts of things - it just
felt like I was part of the family. Some of my stories made them laugh. We
even talked about the conversation Mark had had with his parents
earlier. They apologised if it had sounded like they were doubting me. I
told them that I understood.  - which I did. If Mark was precious to me,
how much more precious must he be to them?

      After dinner Mark and I sat in his room and listened to some music,
sprawled on the floor. I asked him if he had done much stuff with other
boys since he had known he was gay.

       'Nothing like we've done, Chris. You know about Fergus at school -
and Johnny, though that doesn't really count as I just wanted to get to
you, and it was only a couple of times, and I'm sorry about that - other
than that, my friend Jamie and I touched each other once when I was
fourteen, but he didn't want to do it again. We're still friends but that
was a one-off experiment. Other than that I'm a virgin - or at least I was
until two days ago...' He grinned.  'How about you?'

      I shook my head. 'I played around with a boy called Neil at Prep
school. Nothing more than touching. We did it three times just before I
left to go to the school we are at now.  Like you and Jamie it was just
experimenting - and I think Neil was probably more into it than me. He was
the one who initiated it.  Though maybe it did kinda wake some feelings up
in me. Then after that there has just been Johnny - and you.'

      'How many times have you jerked off with Johnny?'

       I paused. 'Hmmm...let's see...three years with three eleven week
terms is ninety- nine...and average twice a week makes about...two hundred'

      'Two hundred! Fuck...that's a lot.'

       I giggled, 'It's a lot of wanky hankies, that's for sure. How about
you and Fergus?'

       'We didn't start until the start of my second year, so two years
times thirty three weeks at about ...less than once a week...is maybe fifty
times. Hah! It turns out that the gay boy is less experienced than the one
who didn't know he was gay!'

      Just after ten, Mark's Dad knocked on the door. 'Night, Mark,
Chris. Mum and I are off to bed. I've got an early start in the
morning. Chris, I am truly so pleased that Mark has found someone like
you.' He went out of the room, but then popped his head back round the
door. 'Don't get pregnant' and with that closed the door behind him.

      I looked open-mouthed at Mark. He shrugged. 'If we're busted, we
might as well take advantage of it. C'mon, let's get to bed too. It's been
a long day and I need a serious cuddle.'

      I went into the guest room and got ready. I stripped off and put my
clothes in the wardrobe which was pretty similar to the one in Mark's
room. I picked up a towel that Mrs.  Taylor had left on the bed for me, and
went into the shower room. This turned out to be a wet room, with a drain
in the centre of the floor. The shower was an all-singing, all-dancing
affair with jets that sprayed you from unexpected angles which it took me a
few minutes to work out, but once I'd sorted out the controls, was
thoroughly enjoyable. I reckoned I'd have to get Mark in there with me at
some point over the next few days. Having washed myself thoroughly all
over, I turned the water off and towelled myself dry, wrapping it round my
waist before stepping back into the bedroom. Mark was already lying propped
up in the bed. I could see a pair of boxers on the floor so I guessed he
was naked.

      'Your hair is sexy when it's all wet and sticky-up like that. Let's
hope that's not the only thing that's all sticky up soon...'

      'You are a total tart, Mark Taylor.' I dropped the towel and slipped
into bed beside him. 'You sure this is OK?'

      'Mum and Dad sleep at the opposite end of the house. And you heard
Dad, he knows perfectly well what we are going to do.'

      'And what ARE we going to do, my little sex fiend?'

      'That's rich coming from you. You may have been a slow starter, but
you are certainly a fast learner.'

      'I had a brilliant teacher.'

      'Shut up and kiss me - and then I would really, really like you to
fuck me. I'm all clean and nice inside. Incidentally, you know that you can
use the shower in your bathroom to clean yourself out? No need for the
douche?'

      'Err, no, I didn't discover that. There were an awful lot of buttons
and things though.'

      'I'll show you in the morning.'

      He passed me the tube of KY which was more than half empty.

       'Looks like we need a shopping trip tomorrow.'

      He lay on his side and pulled his top leg up towards his chest.

      'Just slide into me from behind. I want you, Chris. Please. Now.'

       I lined the tip up against his entrance and pushed inside. It seemed
to slide in more easily than before.

      'Mmmm...feels good. I love having you in me.'

      I fucked him gently for a few minutes, but I wanted to be able to see
his face. I wanted to look into those liquid eyes as I made love to him. I
told him what I wanted.

      I pulled out and he rolled onto his back and lifted his knees to his
chest then spread his legs. I knelt between them and pulled his thighs
against mine before re-entering him. It slipped in all the way. Mark
moaned. I began to move in and out, our eyes locked together. It felt like
oiled silk as I picked up the pace. As I built to a climax I could hear his
breath getting faster and shallower. He was stroking himself, and the
little squeaks and moans of pleasure got more frequent, his eyes closed
with pleasure, and I felt him wrap his legs around my waist. I knew I was
close, and then with a final thrust, I was shooting inside him.

      'Fuck... that was amazing, Chris. You just get better and better. I'm
tingling all over.  Finish me off too..'

       I took hold of his cock, working it hard and fast. I took a firm
grip on his balls, too, and heard a sharp intake of breath. I closed my
thumb and forefinger tightly around the neck of his sack. I could feel his
balls trying to pull up but I held them down. Mark was now bucking on the
bed.

       'Just do it. Please. Please finish me. Let me cum. I need to cum.'

      I took him in my mouth before releasing my grip and seconds later he
was flooding my mouth with his seed.

      I put my head on the pillow beside him. 'That was mean, Chris,
stopping my balls from emptying.'

      'But it felt good when you came didn't it?'

      'Verrry good.' he kissed me. 'Come on...we need to sleep. And I'm not
going back to my bed. I'm staying right here beside you.'

      'If you're sure that won't cause trouble.'

      'It'll be fine. And they need to get used to the idea that we sleep
together.'

      I shrugged mentally. They were his parents. He knew them better than
I did. And they seemed pretty cool.

      I woke up to the sounds of movement in the corridor outside. I
glanced at the clock.  Seven am. I guessed it was Mr. Taylor getting up. I
heard his footsteps pass the door and carry on up the corridor. They seemed
to pause briefly then carry on. I wondered if Mark had left his door
open. And then I wondered if he had done it deliberately.

      Mark was still asleep beside me. He had thrown an arm over me while
he slept. I carefully lifted it off, and he just murmured in his sleep and
turned over. He was beautiful asleep. His features relaxed and his unruly
hair spread over the pillow. I kissed him lightly and went into the
bathroom to use the toilet.

      Back in bed, I scooched up behind him and put my arm over him. He
snuggled back against me, and if he was aware of my hardness he didn't do
anything to indicate it. I heard a car start downstairs at seven-thirty and
reckoned that that was Mr. Taylor going off to work. I was happy just lying
there with Mark asleep against me. I let my hand drift down between his
legs and felt him hard and thick. I was tempted to stroke him, but I just
wrapped my fingers around him and held him. I must have drifted off. The
next time I looked at the clock it was almost nine. As I rolled over, Mark
lifted his head off the pillow beside me.

      'What time is it?'

      'Almost nine.'

      His head flopped back onto the pillow. 'Still early. 'Where are you
going?' he asked as I got up and wrapped a towelling robe from the wardrobe
around me.

       'I want coffee. Is it OK to go and make some?'

       'Mmm...sure. Bring me one too.'

       'At once your Majesty'.

      He opened one eye and stuck his tongue out at me.

      I went along the corridor and downstairs to the kitchen. I saw that
there were jars of coffee and sugar and two mugs sitting beside the kettle
all ready and waiting. I switched the kettle on and went over to the fridge
to get out the milk. As I closed the fridge door, Mrs.  Taylor came into
the kitchen.

       'Oh, I thought it would be Mark getting you coffee, not the other
way around. I apologise for my son's bad manners.'

      'Oh that's alright Mrs. Taylor, he's not really properly awake yet',
then I realised what I'd said. I blushed. Mrs. Taylor came over and put a
hand on my shoulder.

      'It's alright Chris. We know you two spent the night together and we
really don't mind.  Mark is old enough to make these decisions for himself
and his Dad and I are already very fond of you'.

      She stood back from me and looked me up and down. 'And I must say,
you really are a very handsome boy - especially in that robe. No wonder
Mark can't keep his hands off you.'

	I blushed again.

	She added, 'Now, I have to go out for the day. Could you tell Mark
that I'll be back about six.'

      'Certainly Mrs. Taylor.' I grabbed the mugs of coffee and headed back
upstairs.

      'Coffee for sir' I said as I got back to my room. I kicked the door
shut behind me.  Mark sat up in bed.

      'Mmm...thank you.'

       'Your Mum says that she's going out and will be back about 6. Oh,
and she knows we spent the night together.'

      Mark started to say something.

      'It's OK. They don't mind.'

      I also told him what his mum had said about him not being able to
keep his hands off me.

       'Hah! I think she fancies you too! if you were straight, I reckon
you'd be in toy boy territory!' He started to laugh.  'Either way, she's
dead right about me not being able to keep my hands off you. Come back to
bed.'

      We finished our coffee and then had a cuddle.

      'Mmmm...I especially can't keep my hands off this part of you,' Mark
said, putting his hand between my legs.

      I let him play with me for a while, loving the feel of his hands on
me.

       'Why don't you show me that stuff about getting clean inside with
the shower.'

      I saw his eyes grow big. 'You mean you want me to...'

       I put my fingers on his lips. 'We'll see. I just want to see how to
do it for now.'

      Mark showed me how to take the shower head off the side attachment
and adjusted the water so that it wasn't too hot and the flow wasn't too
strong.

       'Now, hold this just inside you and let the water fill you until you
feel full. Take the hose out and just let all the water out of you. Then do
it again until everything is clear.'

      It worked. In two minutes I was clean. I stood there for another
minute or so to let all the water drain out of me. It was all mildly erotic
and I was stiff as a board by the end. I looked at Mark and knew what he
wanted. And I knew that I wanted it too.

       'Can we do it standing up?' I asked Mark.

      'I don't see why not. Are you sure you want me to? We don't have to.'

      I nodded, 'Yes, Mark. I'm sure.'

      'Hold on.'

      He went and got the tube of jelly and squirted out the last bit. He
put some in me and the rest over himself. I braced my arms against the wall
of the shower and opened my legs a couple of feet apart, bending slightly
forward with my bottom sticking out towards Mark. I felt him pressing
against me, and then he was inside.

       I don't know if it was the effects of the water or me relaxing or
what, but this time, when Mark pressed against my inner ring, it barely
hurt at all as I felt the length of him sliding all the way inside.

       'Wow Chris...was that as easy for you as it was for me?'

       'Mmhmm.'

      He started moving in and out of me gently. I slowly started to feel a
glow working its way through my whole groin. I took hold of my erection and
started to jerk it. Mark saw what I was doing and reached a hand round to
take hold of it himself.

      I could feel myself getting close.

       'I'm close, Mark'.

      He started to work me harder and then I was past the point of no
return, my juice hit the shower wall and the contraction of my muscles
around him brought Mark to his own shuddering climax moments later.

      I crossed my arms on the wall in front of me and lay my head on my
arms. I felt physically drained. Mark leaned forward and put his arms
around me. His head on my shoulder.

      'Oh...my...god...Chris. That was...oh god, I love you.'

      He kissed me. I felt him slip out of me. I turned him around to face
me.

      'That felt so good. Much easier than before. Looks like I might enjoy
taking it as much as I enjoy giving it.'

      'Goody,' was all he said.

      I turned the shower on fully and Mark and I stood in the crossfire of
water that all the jets produced. I took hold of Mark's shoulders and
turned him to face one of the jets that delivered a blast of water straight
into his balls.

      'Ow, fuck, that hurts. You bastard, I'll get you for that.'

      We started to wrestle but ended up in a laughing heap on the floor of
the shower, water raining down on our heads. I turned the water off, and in
the sudden quiet and stillness we just hugged each other where we lay. Mark
looked into my eyes.

       'I love you, Chris Alexander.'

      'Likewise Mark Taylor. Likewise'.

      We got dressed and went downstairs to get some breakfast. As were
getting it, the phone rang. Mark answered it. He spoke for a bit then
turned to me.

       'It's Jamie. He and Steve are going to see a film this afternoon and
wanted to know if I wanted to go too. I said I had a school friend staying
and they said for you to come too'.

      'Sure, why not.'

      Mark confirmed the arrangement over the phone.

      'Is that the Jamie you experimented with?'

      'Yeah - and he knows I'm gay. He's fine with it. Steve knows too.'

      'Do they know about me?'

      'Well, I've probably talked about you to them over the last three
years. You did tend to crop up in my conversations. Quite often, thinking
about it. You know... the fact that there was a very good looking boy I
really fancied. With whom I stood no chance. Because he wasn't gay. They
sometimes ask me if I've found anyone...another gay boy... and the answer
is always 'no'. What do you want me to say about you - about us? They are
sure going to be curious - especially if they realise that you're the
unattainable god I've talked about.'

      'Shit.' I held my head in my hands. 'I'm not ready to be 'out' to
everyone Mark. Can we be friends and can I be staying with you because my
parents are away? I mean, it's not a lie - and we were friends before it
became...more. I'm so not ashamed of you and what we have, it's just...it's
all happening so fast.'

      'That's fine, Chris. We may not get away with it, but that's
fine. But if they do work it out, I promise it will be OK. They'll be happy
for me - and they will envy the fact that I've got the loveliest, best
looking guy for miles as my boyfriend.' He came over and hugged me. 'It's
hard for you, all this, isn't it?' I nodded. 'I'm sorry. I've been open
about it - with my family and friends - for so long that I forget how scary
it must be for you.'

      'I think once I've told my parents, it will be easier. Though we
can't be out at school - you know that.'

      'Don't worry. I know that. Even I'm not out at school'. Which, when I
thought about it, was true. I felt a bit better.

      We cleared up the breakfast things before heading out to do some
shopping. Mark's mother had left a short list of things for us to pick up
if we decided to go out, so we took that with us. We walked to the end of
the road and took a bus into town. We picked up the things Mark's mother
wanted from the supermarket and the butcher and then headed to the chemist.
Mark looked at me.

      'Don't worry, I'll get it' he smiled.

      'I'm a real wuss aren't I?'

      'You've come a long way very fast. You're allowed.'

      Mark picked up a large tube of jelly and also found some soothing
skin cream and some vaseline. He paid for them without so much as a guilty
glance and we headed back out into the high street.  Feeling hungry, we
popped into McDonalds and had a Big Mac, before making our way to the bus
stop and heading back home.

      'Do we go back there this afternoon to the cinema?'

       'No, that's the other way. Jamie's mum has said she'll pick us
up. We can either get a lift back or stay there after the film and get a
bus later.'

      Once back at Mark's house we put the groceries away and Mark put the
various creams in the cabinet beside my bed. 'The vaseline is useful if
your skin gets sore.'

       'I bow to your superior knowledge.'

     	I lay on the bed and Mark sat down beside me. I put a hand on his
thigh and squeezed.

	'Do you think we'll ever get tired of sex?'

      'Can't see it happening.'

      'Me either.' I pulled him down onto me and we kissed.

      Shortly before two, a car pulled up outside, and a tall, blond-haired
boy jumped out and rang the doorbell. Mark opened it.

       'Hi Jamie. Jamie, this is Chris; Chris, my friend Jamie.' We shook
hands. Jamie looked at me.

       'Mark, this isn't THE Chris is it?'

      'Ummm...yes.'

      I was aware of Mark shaking his head and Jamie clearly got the
message. Mark had skilfully implied that to say anything more would be to
embarrass both him and me. Jamie got the message. I clearly didn't know
Mark was gay and he mustn't say anything about how Mark fancied me. I was
impressed.

      Jamie's face cleared. 'Hi, good to meet you. Mark's mentioned you -
you play hockey together, yes?'

      'Yes, that's right. And we're in the same house at school. It's good
to meet you too.'

      'Cool. OK, if you want to get your stuff, we'll be in the car.'

      He headed back to the car where he clearly had a brief conversation
with the boy sitting in the back - Steve, I assumed. Presumably putting him
onside with the situation.  Meanwhile, Mark and I had grabbed a lightweight
jacket each before locking up and heading down the path to the car.

      In the car, Mark introduced me to Jamie's mum and to Steve who was
sitting in the back. Mark and I squeezed in beside him. I was sitting
behind Jamie, who was in the front, and I had Mark to my right. Steve was a
good-looking boy with dark hair and brown eyes that met mine and held them
as he stretched across to shake hands. A firm, dry handshake which he held
a fraction longer than was strictly necessary. I smiled at him and he
smiled back. Nice teeth.

      At the cinema, we loaded up with popcorn and drinks and settled down
to watch the film. We picked a row of seats towards the back. Mark went in
first and I sat next to him with Steve next to me and Jamie on the end. It
was warm inside and I laid my jacket across my lap. The lights went down
and the opening credits started to roll. I enjoyed the film. I enjoyed even
more that, after about ten minutes, I felt Mark's hand take hold of mine
and squeeze it. I squeezed back and pressed my leg gently against his,
being careful not to make it too obvious. I felt him press back against
me. Perfect. What was slightly less expected was that about thirty minutes
in, I felt a light pressure on my other leg. Steve's leg had touched mine,
but he had moved it - as though it had been accidental. But then it
happened again - and he left it there. He made no other attempt to do
anything else, although I was conscious of him looking at me from time to
time. I turned once and smiled at him and he hurriedly turned back to the
film. The seats were close enough together for the contact from his leg not
to be overtly deliberate, and it wasn't firm pressure - but I wondered. At
one point Mark tried to pull my hand between his legs under the jacket he
had also laid in his lap, but I thought that that was too risky and gently
shook my head.

      As we walked out after the film ended, I threw an arm around Mark to
my left and Steve to my right in an 'all boys together' way and asked what
we planned to do next.

      'Well,' said Mark, 'we could all go back to my place if your Mum
wouldn't mind coming back to pick you up later, Jamie?'

       'Sounds good. I'll ask her when she arrives. It turned out that his
mum was happy to do that, and we were duly dropped off back at Mark's
house.

       'I'll be back at seven'.

      Inside the house, we headed for the family room and all sat down in
the comfortable chairs and sofas.

      'So how long have you and Mark been friends?', Jamie asked me.

      'About six months I guess. Obviously we were aware of each other a
long time before that, but when Mark started playing hockey in the same
team and then started on the same A levels as me, we just seemed to drift
closer - and it turned out we had quite a lot in common.  And we made each
other laugh...and that was it really. I guess you two have known Mark for
years?'

      'Yeah...we've kicked around together since primary school. There's
not much we don't know about each other.' He looked at me. I wondered if
that was some kind of hidden message. I suddenly made a decision.

      'Look, if you mean about him being gay, I know that. I'm gay too.'

      Mark gasped. 'Geez Chris, you don't have to do this.'

      'Look, Mark, they are your friends. I'm your friend. Why shouldn't
they know?'

      'And are you two...?' Jamie asked.

      Mark looked at me. I looked him in the eyes. He mouthed the word
'sure?' at me. I nodded.

      'Yes...Chris and I are more than just friends. As of three days ago.'

      I hadn't been sure how Jamie would react. But he was great.

      'That's terrific Mark. I'm so pleased for you....and he knows how
you've been wanting him for years, yes?'

       'Yes...I've told him all about the conversations we've had about me
lusting after him.'

      I smiled. 'Jamie, Steve. Please understand I have only come to terms
with being...gay...these last few days. Mark made me realise what I am, but
nobody else knows.'

      'Hey, that's cool Chris. You can trust us. We are just happy for this
guy.'

      Steve spoke up. 'And you were right Mark...he is bloody gorgeous.' I
blushed.

      'Hands off...he's mine.' We all laughed.

      With the ice broken and everything out in the open, we all
relaxed. It was soon like all four of us had known each other for
ever. Mrs. Taylor got back just after six to find us all hooting with
laughter at one of Steve's stories. She came in and said hello to all of
us, and then asked Mark if he could go and sort the logs out for her in the
garage; apparently something had dislodged the pile and they were all over
the floor. Jamie immediately offered to help, leaving Steve and me alone.

      'So you just worked out that you are gay?'

      'Yes...I suppose I must have known but I never faced it. It isn't so
much a case of working it out as acknowledging it. It was only when I
realised that I had feelings for Mark that went way beyond being friends
that well...I couldn't pretend any more.'

      'Is it hard?'

      'Yes, it's hard. It changes everything. I have to tell my parents for
a start. I hope they are as understanding as Mark's. But they love me. I'm
sure it will be....OK.'

      I could feel my voice waver as I said the words, and next thing Steve
was beside me with his arm around my shoulders. There was nothing sexual
about it, he just wanted to comfort me. I gave him a brief hug.

      'Thanks, Steve'.

      'Hey, why wouldn't I want to put my arms around a gorgeous hunk like
you? You are the type of guy who makes straight men wish they weren't.'

      I laughed. 'Really?'

      'Yes, really. And if you weren't with Mark, I'd definitely make you
my exception.'

      'I'm flattered...and if I wasn't with Mark, I just might let you.' We
hugged again - a little tighter and longer before he sat back.

      'Ummm....can I ask you something personal? You don't have to answer,'
said Steve.

      'You can ask. I'm not guaranteeing I will answer.'

      'Do you and Mark...sleep...together?'

      I had two choices. Did I tell him to mind his own business, or did I
treat him more gently? I decided I liked Steve and I didn't want to spoil
our - or his and Mark's - friendship.

      'I'm not sure that that's really a question you should ask, but...'

      He looked down at the floor, embarrassed. 'I'm so sorry, forget I
asked...'

      'No, no. You asked. It's OK. Let's say that we go to bed together,
but there isn't much sleeping involved. Or there hasn't been for the last
four days.' I smiled. He blushed.  'It's all very new to me'.

      'May I ask you a question, Steve?' He nodded. 'Was it my imagination
or were you pressing your leg against mine in the cinema?'

      He put his head in his hands. 'Yes...that is to say, no, it wasn't
your imagination. I am so sorry. I don't know what came over me.'

      He looked up at me. 'The thing I find sexiest in the world is
beauty. And you, god help me, are beautiful. The most beautiful boy I have
ever seen. I've never felt attracted to guys, but I was overwhelmed. I am
overwhelmed now. And I am so jealous of Mark knowing that he has that
beauty beside him all the time. I just wanted to touch it. Touch you. I'm
so sorry.'

      I was touched. It could have been cheesy, but I didn't think it
was. I thought that, actually, I had just been given a glimpse into his
soul.

       'It's OK, Steve. In fact that is rather beautiful'. I stood
up. 'Come here.' He stood in front of me, and I put my arms round him and
pulled him to me. I could feel him shaking as he put his arms in turn
around my waist.  I knew with absolute certainty that Mark would be OK with
this.

      'Have this to remember me by'.

      And I kissed him, lightly, on the lips. Just once. I sat down but he
just stood there. He raised his hand to his lips and then looked at me.

       'Thank you,' was all he said.

      'Hey, come on, let's go and see how those wasters are doing in the
garage.'

      In the garage, the stack of logs was mostly restored. 'What is taking
you two pathetic specimens so long?' I enquired. Steve giggled. Mark
straightened up.

      'So sorry to be so tardy, my lord. I assume that you've been doing
something backbreaking like changing channels on the TV?'

      'Don't be ridiculous, I've just been seducing Steve.'

      'I wouldn't put it past you at that. Be very careful, Steve, he is
sex mad.'

      I wondered how Steve would react, but he caught the spirit of it
perfectly. 'He is an absolute stallion. He has ravished me twice
already'. We all laughed.

      By now it was nearly seven, and we saw Jamie's mum pulling into the
bottom of the drive. Jamie gave me a hug and so did Steve before getting
into the car.

      'Great to meet you, Chris. Hope we'll see more of you soon.'

      'Not as much more of you as I hope to see soon', Mark whispered into
my ear.

      'You are incorrigible'

      Once back inside, I told Mark what had happened between me and
Steve. 'I hope you don't mind'.

      'No...it's cool. Rather lovely really. And you are very sexy. Do you
think he'd want more if he could have it?'

      'Maybe. Why? Do you want him to have the chance?'

      `How would you feel about that?'

      'Right now I just want you.'

      'So...?'

      'I like Steve - and he is kind of cute. But I don't want anything to
get between you and me. And you are all I want right now.'

      We went back inside to find that dinner was almost ready. Moments
later, Mr.  Taylor's car pulled into the drive. Mark and I went upstairs to
tidy up before we ate. When we came down, Mr. and Mrs. Taylor were already
sitting at the table. A big bowl of chilli con carne was in the middle of
the table, along with dishes of rice and a tomato and cucumber salad.

      'I hope it isn't too spicy for you, Chris.'

       'I'm sure it will be fine, Mrs. Taylor. We have it quite warm at
home.'

      It was delicious. Mark's parents wanted to know all, about the film
and they asked me how I had got on with Mark's other friends.

       'Very well, I think. They were really nice guys.'

      At the end of the meal, Mr. Taylor said. 'One thing. Your Mum and I
know that you spent last night in the same bed. We've talked about it and
we agree that that you are old enough and sensible enough to make these
decisions for yourself. And if you want to have sex together you are going
to find a way whether you share the same bed or not. So we are happy for
you to share the guest room. I think it's better to be open and honest
about these things.' There was a pause. I saw the flicker of a smile on his
lips. 'But you are responsible for washing the sheets OK?'

      'Ohh...DAAAAD....'

      'Thank you Mr. and Mrs. Taylor. We really appreciate that don't we,
Mark?'

      'Yes, we do, thank you. ...and just let us know if we're being too
noisy'. Mark grinned.

      'If you're too noisy we'll come in to tell you to be quiet in person
- and that would be truly embarrassing for you.'

      'Daaaad...that's gross.'

      'So don't be too noisy...'

      At that point the phone rang. It was my parents. They were on their
way home and would come and collect me tomorrow about midday.

       'That's nice, isn't it,' said Mrs. Taylor.

       'Yes,' I lied, 'and thank you for all your kindness over these last
two days.'

      'It was our pleasure. I'm so pleased we have had the chance to meet
you so soon into your relationship with Mark. And we would both like to say
again how happy we are for both of you. You are a truly lovely boy and you
both obviously care very deeply for one another.  We couldn't have wished
for him to meet anyone nicer.'

      I thanked them and then Mark put his arms around my shoulders. I knew
he could feel my distress.

      'I think we'll say goodnight to you now if that's OK Mum and
Dad...we...'

      'It's OK Mark, we understand. Goodnight.'

      Mark took my hand and led me upstairs. 'Oh Mark, I'd hoped for
another day at least.  It's so soon. I don't want to leave. I want to stay
with you.'

      He hugged me. 'I feel the same way, Chris. But we'll meet up again
soon. I know telling your folks is going to be difficult, but once they
know, then it will be so much easier for us to have time together.'

      I realised that he was right. I nodded.

      'But for now, we need to make the most of every second we have left
before midday tomorrow. You have no idea how much sex I want to cram in
before then.'

      I laughed.' I don't care if I'm rubbed raw and my balls beg for
mercy.'

      We undressed and showered - inside and out - before getting into
bed. We made love slowly, enjoying one another's bodies. He rode me the way
he had before. I loved being able to see him and play with him. Then he
took me, my legs over my shoulders as he buried himself as deep as he could
inside me.  Later we sucked each other and later still, now sore and with
aching balls, we stroked each other to a final climax before falling
asleep.

The alarm woke me at seven. 'What the hell time is it?'.

      Mark poked his head up from under the covers. 'I set it. I wanted to
have as much time with you this morning as possible.'

      'Monster.'

      I suppose teenage bodies are designed to recover quickly. Although we
were a little sore, we managed to make love twice more that morning.

      'What am I going to do without you? We've had so much sex I don't
think my body will survive another four weeks without you - and even then,
we 're hardly going to be able to do this at school.'

      'Maybe we can meet up again before that. If not, we are going to have
the strongest wrists in the school from all the wanking we'll have been
doing'.

      We lay in each other's arms until ten. Mrs.T knocked on the door and
said she'd left some coffee outside, which we gratefully consumed.

       'Come on gorgeous. Time to shower and have something to eat before
you go.'

      We showered for a long time - washing each other all over, enjoying
the feel of one another's hands on our bodies. We stood together in front
of the mirror. Side by side, then turned sideways and kissed, able to see
ourselves reflected in the glass. We dressed and I packed my things back
into my bag and went downstairs.

      Mrs. T had cooked us a lovely late breakfast, although I hardly did
it justice. My heart was heavy at the thought of leaving and at the thought
of telling my parents that I was gay.

      'Mrs. Taylor, when mum and dad arrive, could I please ask you not to
say anything that will make them know I'm gay or that Mark and I are more
than just friends. I'm not ashamed of being gay, and I'm certainly not
ashamed of Mark, but I have to find the right time and place to tell them.'

      'Of course, Chris. I quite understand. And when you do tell them,
tell them that they are welcome to speak to me or my husband if they want
to know how we feel about things.'

      I smiled. 'Thank you. You've been so kind to me.'

      'Oh Mark, Steve called and wondered if you and Chris wanted to go
swimming with him at the leisure centre this afternoon. I explained that
Chris was leaving at midday but he said to ask you anyway.

      Mark turned to me, 'Anything to see you in just a pair of speedos,
methinks'.

      'Don't be unkind. I like him.'

      And to my surprise, who should turn up at quarter to twelve on his
bike, but Steve.

      'Mark's mum told me you were leaving today. I wanted to say goodbye.'
He smiled at me.

       'Thank you, Steve, I hope we'll see each other again soon,' and I
gave him a hug. He squeezed me back hard.

      When Mum appeared at the door just after 12, Mrs. Taylor simply told
her that I was the most charming and polite boy and how happy she was that
Mark and I were friends.

      'Why don't you two just check upstairs to make sure you've got
everything?'

      Mrs. T was a diamond. Mark and I went upstairs and hugged and kissed
as if we would never see each other again.  He came with me to the car,
along with Steve, and they were both there waving goodbye as we pulled away
round the corner.