Date: Mon, 04 Apr 2005 07:46:32 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Two Jubilees  Part 39

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Two Jubilees and One Spitfire.

Resume:- Trevor and Ross, his New Zealand partner, are living together in
Leytonstone, which is a part of the London sprawl into Essex.  Trevor is a
lecturer at the London School of Economics, and Ross is still writing
books.  Ross has gone home to New Zealand to visit his folk.

Part 39. A Testing Opportunity.

It all began on a cold winter evening in the first week in January.  Trevor
had had a hard day at the LSE.  Nothing had gone right.  Not that anything
serious had happened, but a series of niggly things, like having a long
search for some information; some typing that he had asked for had not been
done; his room seemed colder than ever.  It had taken a good half an hour
longer than usual on the tube back to Leytonstone.  The pavements were
slippery, and he had gone down on one leg and grazed his knee and damaged
his trousers.  It was a rather irritable Trevor that had got himself a
meal, and had settled down in front of the fire.  He was doing some reading
when there was a ring at the door.  It was a very disgruntled and annoyed
Trevor that got up to answer it.

Much later that evening Trevor sat down to write to Ross, so let Trevor's
words describe what happened the rest of that evening.

***

My dear Ross,

You just do not know how much I wish you were here.  Not just for the
obvious reason that you may think, though that is desperately true.  I wish
you were here to talk to.

Something serious has cropped up, one of those lengthy discussion matters,
too serious to argue about.  I just wish you were here to talk it all
through, as I am rather at my wits end knowing what I should do.

I had had a lousy day.  Bad day at college, trains late, slippery
pavements.  I had settled down to do some reading, and was beginning to
think of an early night, when there was a ring at the door.  I nearly did
not go to the door, but thought it might be something important at that
hour.

It was young Zach.

For a fleeting moment I did not recognise him as he has grown taller and
filled out quite a lot since we last saw him. He must now be nearly
seventeen.  But let me write to you exactly what was said and what happened
as it will help me to get my thinking straight, and if you can get a reply
to me, perhaps you can advise.

"Zach!" I exclaimed, "Come on in."

He came in and walked through into the living room.

"Would you like a drink," I asked.

"Yes, please, Uncle Trevor."

"I think we can drop the uncle now, don't you.  You're nearly as tall as
me."  I offered him a beer, coffee, or tea.

"Beer, please."  But it was said in a monotone, and not in the sort of
cheeky spirit I would have expected from young Zach.

I told him to sit down.  I went out to get a couple of cans of beer from
the fridge.  Then followed a strange conversation, you know Zach as of old,
and will appreciate how untypical it was.  "Cold drink for a cold night!" I
remarked.

"Yes."

"Your Mum all right?"

"Yes."

"School?"

"Okay."

I began to suspect from Zach's rather monosyllabic replies and the fact
that he never looked me in the eye that something might be wrong.

"You feeling okay, Zach?  You're not your usual ebullient self."

He shrugged his shoulders.

"Something wrong?"

He nodded.

"Serious?"

He just shrugged his shoulders.

"You in trouble with the law?"

He shook his head.

"You into drugs or something?"

A slightly more vigorous shake of the head.

"Got a girl pregnant?"

Another even more vigorous shake of the head.  All this done without
looking at me properly.

I could think of nothing else, so I changed tack.  "Zach, have you come
round tonight to talk, for some help?"

Zach nodded,  at long last he glanced up quickly at me.

"I'm all ears.  Tell me what the trouble is."

"Mum said to come round."  This came out as a barely audible mumble.

"So what's the problem.  You two falling out or something?"

"No, nothink like vat."

"Well; try starting at the beginning."

There was a lengthy silence.

"I vink I'm like you, Uncle Trevor."

"Like me  In what way?"

"I like boys more than girls."

I looked at him, and for the first time he looked at me properly.

"What makes you say you like boys more than girls.  A lot of lads do at
your age."

"I don't mean I just like muckin' around wiv boys rather van girls.  I
don't like girls in the way other boys do."

"I think a lot of boys your age would say that.  The vast majority grow out
of it."

"It's not like vat.  Lot of my friends are into girls, snoggin, and shaggin
whenever vey can.  I've tried snoggin in the back row at the flicks, and
that's enough.  I know I don't want the shaggin."

"What do you want then, Zach?"

"I vink I want it with a guy, like you and Ross."

I think I smiled slightly.  "How do you know about Ross and me?"

"Mum told me, but ven I saw it were obvious."

"When did your Mum tell you?"

"Just over a week ago.  When I first spoke to `er."

"What happened?"

"I were feelin miserable, and she asked me what's wrong.  She dragged it
out of me. I vought I were ill, mental or somethin.  Somevin seriously
wrong.  I said somethin about bein ver only guy like it."

"She laughed and said I knew one like vat well.  I forced er to tell me.
She said your Uncle Trevor and Ross.  Were she right?"

I think I nodded, and told him, "Yes, she was right."

"Vanks.  Vat feels a lot better knowing that you are like vat."

"There are quite a lot of men who are like that, Zach."

"I ain't met none."

"Can I ask you some personal questions,  Zach?"

He nodded in reply.

"Do you toss yourself off at all?"

"Of course."  His answer implied an obvious stupidity to my question.

"When did you start?"

"By myself.  I listened to some guys in ver same class talkin about it, and
did it to myself vat night."

"Enjoy it?"

For the first time I was given one of his smiles. "I should say."

"So you're a regular each day?"

"Sometimes two or three times."  There was a slight note of pride in his
voice.

"That's perfectly normal for a boy of your age.  Ever done it with another
boy, you tossing him off, or he tossing you off?"

He shook his head and answered, "No."

"Would you like to?"

He nodded again.   "But I know it's wrong."

"How do you know that?"

"Just do."  He looked down at the carpet again.

"I'm surprised that you've not done it with another boy from school.  Lots
of boys do it, most of whom will probably end up happily married."

"Can I ask you, Uncle Trev.  Did you as a boy, wiv another boy?"

I think I smiled.  "Yes.  I first did it with another boy
when
I was seven. Long time ago. He's the chap who made that
old
Spitfire you used to play with"
"Did you like it."
"I used to toss him off.  I was too young to produce
anything.
 I liked doing it to him,  and he used to play with my
cock,
and give me lots  of kisses and cuddles,  and I liked that
very much."
"Boys kissin and cuddlin?"
"Yes, why not?   If they like each other,  even more so if
they love each other."
"Do you and Ross?"
"Yes,  a lot.  We love each other a great deal."
This seemed to come as a fresh idea to him. He looked at
me.
"You used to kiss me a lot,"  I said.
"I know.  But I were a kid ven."
I smiled.   "What about kissing a girl?"
"I've tried it.  Several times in the back row at the
flicks."
"Done anything else in the back row of the flicks?"
Rather shame faced he smiled. "One girl let me touch her
titties once or twice."
"Did you like it?"
"It were all right."
"Did you get an erection?   A hard on?"
"A bit."  I have an idea he blushed slightly,  but it was
difficult to tell. "You ever kissed a girl. Un..Trev?"
I nodded, "Yes."
"You ever shagged a girl?"
I shook my head. "No, Zach.  That's outside my experience.
But
would you like to shag a girl?"
"No."
"Tell me, Zach.  When you are tossing yourself off.  Is it
just relief, or do you imagine it is with someone?"
"When it's during the day I just wank away until I shoot.
At
night in bed,  I vink.  I vink of some girl with big tits,
and we're in some hay, warm sunshine,  no clothes on."
But
then he paused.  "I seem to stop vinking of the bint I'm
going
to shag,  and start imagining being shagged by ver guy. I
vink
of `olding  `is cock,  playing wiv it, touchin `is balls.
I
seem to forget ver bird wiv ver big tits."
"How long has that been happening, Zach?"
"Since I first took a bird to the flicks and got `er in
ver
back row."
"What does you Mum say?"
"She said she didn't know what to say.  Vat you'd be able
to
`elp me.  `Cause you know what it's all about."  There was
a
pause,  and then he burst out,  "I don't want to be gay, a
pooftah,  a shirt lifter, or anythin else like vat."
"We can't help what we are, Zach.  Though I admit what we
get
called can hurt."
"Do you vink I am?"
Ross, I thought very carefully before answering that one.
There was a lot at stake on the answer.  "I'm not sure,
Zach.
I'm not sure.  I think you may be,  but I'm not certain.
Lot
of boys go through a phase,  and grow out of it.  But you
say
you've never done anything with another boy.  The fact
that
when you masturbate,  toss yourself off,  you are really
interested in the man,  not in the girl you are imagining.
I'm sorry,  that's not very helpful."
"Can I ask you some more questions, Trev?"
"Yes.   I reserve the right not to answer.  Fire away."
"Wiv ver boy who made the Spitfire,  how did it start?"
"It's a long while ago.  I was sent down to Somerset at
the
beginning of the war.  I lived with a farm worker, his
wife
and two sons.  One son was younger than me.  He was a
horrible
prat.  The older one I liked.  He was the one who made the
Spitfire.  We all slept in one bedroom.  They were in a
double
bed,  and I was in a small bed.  The younger one got ill,
and
the small bed was taken into his parent's room,  so I had
to
sleep with Harry in the double bed.  In bed cocks got
hard, he
felt mine,  or I felt his,  I have forgotten which,  and
the
rest is history as they say.  I used to toss him off
regularly."
"You like doing it?"
"Very much."
"You and Ross?"
"I was in New Zealand,  swimming in the sea.  And this
lovely
man came along and swam near me. We got talking. Then one
evening we went for a walk to watch the sunset.  He
started
stroking my shoulders.  It was nice.  I think I stroked
his
leg and so on."
"What do you do exactly?"
"All sorts of things."
When I went no further, he asked, "But you not saying no
more?"
"Not now.  What Ross and I do is personal, between the two
of
us."
"Do you kiss?"
"Yes."
"And cuddle?"
"Yes."
"No clothes on?"
"Usually."
"Toss each other off."
"Yes, Zach,  and I'm not going to tell you any more."
"But there is more?"
"Yes.  But I'm not saying tonight."   I laughed.
He laughed.  "I tried,  Uncle Trev."
"Yes, Zach,  you did.  Has what I've said been of any
help?"
"Yes.   Mum says it is important that my first time is a
good
time.   She said to me `I don't want you having some nasty
experience with some dirty old man down some back alley.
All
sorts of horrible things can happen.  You can get hurt,
when
men push their cocks up a young man's bum.  You can get
injured badly. Or I could get a nasty disease."
"That's true.  I was hurt once."
His eyes and mouth opened in blank amazement.
"My Dad was killed in the blitz, Zach.  My Mum went to
pieces.
 She started having a lot of men living with her for a
while,
some for a couple of weeks,  some a bit longer.   One day
I
came home and caught one of them on my Mum's bed tossing
himself off.  He had a huge cock.  I'd never seen one like
it
before.  Harry's seemed big,  but his was still growing.
This
man Fred,  talked sweetly to me.  He let me touch his
cock,
and he touched mine.  I thought that was nice.  He got me
to
lie face down on my Mum's bed.  Before I knew what was
happening he was shoving his great prick up my bum.  I
yelled,
so he put his hand over my mouth.  He shoved his cock
right in.
It was like a red hot poker.   I bled for two or three
days
after,  and was sore for a long while.   No,  Zach,  your
Mum's
right,  you don't want   that to happen to you."
" `Ave you `ad a cock up your bum since?"
I grinned at him.  Ross, you know that lad's charm.  He'd
get
blood out of a stone, if he tried.  I nodded.
"Does it always `urt?"
I shook my head.  "You found out enough?"
"Thanks, Trev.  Thanks for telling me."
"That's between the two of us."
"I vink my Mum might know."
"Why do you say that?"
"When we was talking about it,  I asked her what men
actually
do,  she said all sorts of things.  I vink that's `all
sorts of
vings.'" He grinned.
"You're putting two and to together now,  aren't you?" I
grinned at him.
He flashed the old impish Zach smile at me.  "Yes,  Uncle
Trevor."
"Zach if ever you want to talk more,  then feel free to
come
and see me."
He then looked me straight in the face.  "Uncle Trev.
Sorry!
Trev, would you show me?"
It must my turn to be open mouthed in surprise.  "Are you
asking me,  what I think you're asking.  You want your
first
time to be with me?"
He looked at me, with his great big beseeching eyes, with
great seriousness.  "Yes, Trev."
"But Zach.   You are years younger than me.  I'm forty
four,
and you nearly seventeen.   It would be illegal,  you
would need to be over twenty one for it to be legal."
"That's a long time to wait," he muttered.
"What would your mother say?  And in particular, what
about
Ross.  We've made a sort of promise to make love only to
each
other.   [Dear Ross,  the moment I said that I remembered
the
`except Isaac clause' in the Blenheim Concordat.  But I
was
not going to go into that.]
"We can ask him later when he comes home?"
"Didn't you know, Zach.  He's gone to visit his parents in
New
Zealand."
"Oh.  I thought he'd be around this evening."
"No he's away for several months,  I'm joining him for
three
weeks at Easter time."
He looked at me with a beseeching look on his face.
"No, Zach, no."
"Don't you like me no more?"
"Zach, it's not a question of liking you or not liking.
It is
a question of right or wrong,  for all the reasons I have
just
given you."
"Is it because I'm West Indian?"
"No, Zach, not at all.  In fact I had a friend from
Nigeria,
Kundi Akinola.  We made love together often over a period
of
two or three years.   He was a lovely man.  Unfortunately
he
got killed  by a landmine in Nigeria about six years ago."
"Can it `urt?"
"Depends what you do.  Some men can even be  rough just
tossing another man off."
"I know you wouldn't `urt me, Uncle Trev."
"No,  the last thing I'd do to you would be to hurt you.
You've been special for me ever since that first time when
you
were about four,  and you ran into this room and jumped on
my
lap,  and started giving me kisses."
"How can I find someone I can trust.  I can't get
evacuated
down to Somerset,  I can't go swimming in New Zealand, so
how
can I find someone?"
"It often just happens, Zach.  It just happened with Ross
and
me."
But then I thought of what might happen to him.  We may be
living in a slightly more open and tolerant society, but
there
are a lot of dangers around for the attractive gay
youngster.
There are gay men who would be only too willing to force
him
into things he was not ready or prepared for. In someways
Zach
is very street wise,  but in this area is very innocent.
I
did some very quick thinking and decided to buy time.
"Zach,  what you've asked me to do for you,  is one of the
most wonderful and trusting things a man like me can be
asked.
 There are a lot of men  who'd give their eye teeth to do
what
you've offered me.  But there are also a lot of other men
who
given half the chance would rape you, much as I was raped
by
Fred years ago.  I wouldn't want that to happen to you.
But
I've said,  I'm a lot older than you. I'm old enough to be
your Dad.  The only men I've ever been with have either
been
older than me,  or at the most a few months younger.   I'm
twenty-eight years older.  You're nearly seventeen. Then
there
are two other people involved.   There's Ross.  What would
he
say if I told him, `By the way Ross, I've been sleeping
with
young Zach while you were away.  I hope you don't mind!'
Then there's your Mum,  what would she say if she found
out
we'd been doing these things together.  She would think
I'd
been abusing the friendship and trust which she had placed
in
me."
"Why don't you ask her?  Find out what she'd vink?  You
could
write to Ross, couldn't you?"   He paused for a moment,
and
then with all the cheeky sparkle he added,  "If he were
`ere,
ver two of you could show me."
"Zach,  you're still a cheeky monkey."
We both laughed.  I thought some more.
"Zach,  I need to do some very careful thinking.  Come and
see
me again in a fortnight's time."
He soon went after that.  I was very careful not to touch
him
in any way.  We didn't even shake hands!  I wanted to give
him
a hug,  but I knew that if I did it might lead to
something
more.
So my dear, Ross.   What can I do to help our friend
Zach?"

The letter was sent off the next morning.  Trevor had written it on
ordinary paper, and it cost a lot to send it by airmail.

***

Trevor left a note for Gloria telling her wanted to see her to talk about
Zach.  He suggested a time, and she came round to 37 Chelmsford Road.

"I gather, Gloria, you suggested that young Zach came round to speak to
me?"

"Yes, Trev I did.  I don't know what to say to help him.  If I went with
any one it would be with another man, and hope he wasn't like the last one
I had, Zach's Dad.  I knew you'd know what to say.  I know you're fond of
Zach, and want the best for him."

"Did he tell you what I said?"

"He told me a lot, I don't know if he told me everything."

"Did he tell you what he asked me to do?"

"Yes, and what you said.  It were my idea that he asked you.  I know you
wouldn't do anything to hurt or harm him in any way."

"Thanks for your confidence in me.  I'd be the last person to take
advantage of or hurt young Zach in any way.  But Gloria, I'm old enough to
be his father."

"Pity you're not.  You'd make a damn good job of it."

"It'd be illegal.  I could go to prison for it."

"Who'd know?  Zach would never split, not on you.  He likes you too much to
say or do anything that'd hurt you.  I'd never say, `cause it were my idea.
Do you want him to take pot luck up some dark alley with some man he
doesn't know?  You'd show him, Trev, that sex and love should go together."

"Thanks, Gloria, for your trust in me."

"Do you not want to, Trev, because he's black?"

"Good Lord, no.  You've seen the photos I've got upstairs haven't you.
Surely you noticed the one of the Nigerian man tucking his shirt into his
trousers with a broad grin on his face.  That photo was taken immediately
after the first time we made love.  That's why there is that grin on his
face.  That man was Kundi.  We were lovers for two years or so before he
had to go back to Nigeria.  No, it is certainly not because of the colour
of Zach's skin.  He is a handsome good looking young man.  You know I've
always liked him.  No, the trouble is the law, but in some ways that is a
minor consideration in these circumstances.  I know I could trust you and
Zach.  There are two difficulties.  First, I am so much older than Zach.
Second, there is Ross.  I love Ross,
 and will do nothing that might endanger our relationship in any way.  I've
written to him, but don't know when I'll get a reply."

"I wouldn't want you to endanger your relationship with Ross.  No way!
I've told Zach he can never be Number One with you.  Ross is your Number
One, special.  I think he understands that."

"There is something that surprises me, Gloria.  Zach has not even been
engaged in any mutual tossing off with another boy from school.  I know a
lot of boys do that, and it's just a stage in our growing up."

Gloria was thoughtful for a moment.  "Zach had a lot of friends when he was
first at school.  As you know he were such a happy boy.  When he went up
into the next school things were different.  He became quite a lonely kid.
I began to worry about him.  It didn't seem to be normal.  I know he was
bullied a bit at school.  I could never get to the bottom of it, and find
out the reason why.  When he took a girl to the flicks things changed.  He
seemed more accepted by the other boys at school.  He made a few friends.
But deep in himself he seemed even more uncertain.  I eventually took the
bull by the tail and asked him what was troubling him.  It were then that
he tried to tell me, and I began to think he were one of these men who
prefers men to women."

They talked for a further half an hour.  When Gloria stood up to go, she
put her hands on Trevor's elbows, and looked him full in the face.  "I
would trust you with Zach anywhere.  I know you'd never hurt or take
advantage of him.  You know from your relationship with Ross, that sex and
love should go together.  You love Zach, I know that.  You'd help him with
his schooling if asked.  You'd advise him about money matters.  You'd help
him in any other problem.  Please, try to see your way to helping him with
this one.  I want the best for him, and I know you'd give him the best."

***

Over the next ten days Trevor found himself repeatedly weighing up the pros
and cons of the dilemma he was in.  A further factor came into his mind.
If he did do what Zach and his mother were asking of him, what would happen
if Zach got a fixation on Trevor.  What would happen if Zach fell head over
heels in love with Trevor.  How would his relationship with Ross be if that
happened.  He decided to try and talk to Ross on the phone.  He knew that
was likely to be unsatisfactory in many ways, but it would enable him to
get some idea of what Ross thought about it.  If Ross was totally against
going along with Zach then that would settle the issue once and for all.

Ringing New Zealand was not straight forward in those days.  He knew that
New Zealand was twelve hours ahead of GMT [Greenwich Mean Time] so if he
rang at 9.00 in the evening it would be 9.00 in the morning the other side
of the world.  He reserved a call for 9.00 the following evening to Ross'
parents.  He only hoped that Ross would be there.

When he arrived back from work the next day, there was a letter from New
Zealand in Ross' handwriting.  He breathed a sigh of relief as he tore it
open.  Ross must have replied immediately to Trevor's letter. Now he would
know what Ross thought.

My dearest Trevor, You don't know how much I am missing you.  It is so
lonely in this bed without you.  I get into it each night and remember our
times together.  I walk around, and remember you.  We argued about politics
here, or religion there.  That's were you argued that Shakespeare was a
second rate playwright, and not to be compared with Bernard Shaw!  I am
counting the days until you arrive.  Mum and Dad are fine, and send their
love.  They are both looking that bit older, and are slowing down a bit.
Don, my eldest brother, is taking on more and more responsibility around
the place.  Dad seems increasingly happy for him to make big decisions.  I
am off to Australia for a few days tomorrow.  Don't know exactly when I'll
be back.  But I know I'll be at Christchurch to watch the plane land that
is bringing the great love of my life to me."

Trevor put the letter down.  What was he to do now?

He made the phone call through to New Zealand.  A delighted Ada answered.
Ross was still in Australia and she did not know when he was going to be
back.  Trevor's letter had arrived a couple of hours after Ross had left.
Yes, she'd ask Ross to get in touch as soon as he was back.

***

Exactly a fortnight after his first visit Zach came round again to see
Trevor.  They sat facing each other in the two small comfortable chairs
each side of the fireplace in the small living room of 37 Chelmsford Road.

"'Ave you `eard from Ross?"

"No.  I rang his folk.  He's in Australia and they don't know when he's
going to be back.  He'll contact me as soon as he gets back, I'm sure."

"When do you go off to New Zealand?"

"Four weeks time."

"'Ow long will you be away?"

"Three weeks.  I get back just before the summer term starts."


The looked at each other.  Zach with a slight pleading look in his eyes;
Trevor with a thoughtful frown.

"Zach, I presume you've been thinking over things over the last two weeks?"

Zach nodded.

"You still think you're really attracted to men and not women?"

Zach nodded.  "I vink I'm more sure."

"You still want me to do it with you the first time.  I'm much older than
you.  I haven't got the figure I used to have.  There are one or two
creases and wrinkles around nowadays."  He smiled at Zach.

"You look all right to me."

"But it's illegal.  If we were found out I'd go to prison for abusing a
minor."

"I'd never split on yer, Trev.  And I'd come as often as I could to visit
yer in prison."  The broad grin of the old Zach was back on his face.

Trevor laughed.

They sat looking at each other again.

"I've been giving it a lot of thought.  If Ross says he's unhappy that's
it.  It is `no can do', understand."

"I understand.  But what if you don't hear from Ross before you go away.
That's a bloody long time."

"I know, Zach.  I know that.  But I should hear from Ross before then."
Trevor paused, and took a deep breath.  "But if I don't hear from him, then
I suggest you come round here for the weekend before I fly off to New
Zealand.  We would then have plenty of time together, we wouldn't want to
rush things, would we?"

Zach's face lit up.  "Thanks Trev, you're more than a perfect uncle."  He
immediately started talking about school, and what he hoped to do when he
left school.  It was as though a great cloud had been lifted, there was joy
and fun back for Zach.

Each day Trevor looked for a letter from New Zealand, none came.  Whenever
the phone rang he hoped it was Ross, but it never was.  The two weeks were
busy ones for Trevor.  He was getting things ready for his trip to the
Antipodes.  He was looking forward to being with Ross again, but never far
from his mind was the thought of Zach.  If it came to it he would make sure
that the first time for Zach was as good as ever it could be.

***

Trevor got back home about 6.00pm on that Friday evening.  There were three
letters on the mat inside the front door, none of which had a New Zealand
stamp.  Zach was due round at 7.30pm so he had an hour and half to prepare
a meal and have a bath.  It was a simple meal, fish in a cheese sauce baked
in the oven, and a bread and butter pudding.  He hoped that both would be
to Zach's taste.

Almost on the dot of 7.30pm the door bell rang.  It was Zach.

"Have you heard from Ross?" was the first thing Zach asked.

"No I'm afraid not."

Zach sounded a note of disappointment.  He put the small bag he was
carrying on the floor and followed Trevor into the living room.

"I hope you like what I've got for our meal.  It's nothing special.  Fish?"

"Nice."

"Followed by bread and butter pudding."

Zach's face lit up.  "Great!  That's a favourite."

"Let's eat straight away.  Sit down."  Trevor pointed to the seat at the
table where he had always sat as a boy.  He was going to sit in Isaac's
place.  Trevor brought in the first course of their meal.  He had no sooner
dished out the food when there was a ring at the door.  "Who on earth can
that be.  I hope it's not J.Ws.  or someone I will have to invite in."

Trevor got up and went to the front door.  He opened it to find his next
door neighbour standing there.  "Trevor, this arrived for you this
afternoon.  I would have brought it round earlier but I had to go out
before you got back from work, and I've only just got in."  She handed
Trevor the orange coloured envelope of a telegram.

"Thanks," said Trevor.  "I wonder who it's from?"

"Hope it's not bad news," said the neighbour as she closed the front gate.

Trevor closed the front door and began to open the envelope as he walked
into the living room.  He pulled out the telegram and read, RECKON ISAAC
EXEMPTION APPLIES IN BLENHEIM CONCORDAT.  GO AHEAD. LOVE TO BOTH.  ROSS.

Zach looked up at Trevor as he came back into the room, and watched his
face change from a puzzled frown to a broad grin.


Trevor handed the telegram to Zach.  He read it through, and looked up at
Trevor.  "So it's all right then?"

"Yes, Ross is happy."  Trevor patted Zach's shoulder as he sat down.  The
first physical contact between them.

They looked at each other and exchanged happy smiles, and tucked into their
meal.  Trevor asked Zach about his week at school.  Zach did not like
school, and in no way was an academic.  He was looking forward to when he
would leave.  They started talking about the jobs that Zach might do after
leaving school.  They gradually relaxed with each other.  They were now
beginning to establish a new level of relationship.  It was no longer a
child with an adult, it was a young adult with an older adult.  Trevor very
definitely treated Zach as an adult, and Zach responded.  All the old fun
and humour was there, but he began to appreciate and enjoy being treated as
an adult by this man who had meant so much to him over the last twelve or
more years.

Zach welcomed the bread and butter pudding.  "Mum makes it as a special
treat, because she knows `ow much I like it."
  He had three large helpings, much to Trevor's amusement and pleasure.

They had finished and were just about to clear away when the telephone
rang.  This was out in the hall, so Trevor got up to answer it.

"Leyton 4321," said Trevor.

A crackly voice came from the other end.  "Hi love, it's me, Ross."

"Ross!"  shouted Trevor in joy.

Zach got up and stood in the door way, wondering if Ross was having second
thoughts.

"Have you got my telegram?"

"Yes, got it about half an hour or so ago."

"Good.  Thought I'd ring, just to make sure, and give you both my blessing.
Can you get together with Zach before you fly out here next week."

"He's here with me now."

"Good, Can you spend the weekend together?"

"Yes.  That's the idea."

"You're a lucky old Pom.  Zach's a lovely lad.  Hope you both have a
wonderful time."

"Would you like to speak to him?"

"Yea.  Put him on."

Trevor handed the telephone over to Zach.

"Hi Zach.  I hope you have a weekend you'll remember with happiness all the
rest of your life."

"I'm sure..."

But Ross just carried on.  "Zach boy, you couldn't wish for a better man
for your first time.  He's the best lover in the whole world.  Take care of
him for me.  Remember he's an old man."

Zach laughed.  Ross's words were heard by Trevor, "I'll give you old man.
You Kiwi geriatric, you're every bit of six months older than me," shouted
Trevor down the phone.

"Tell him I can't wait for next week when he gets out here.  So Zach, don't
exhaust the old codger, leave something of him for me.  I must go, as this
call is costing a bomb."

Goodbyes were shouted down the phone.

"Are you happier, Trev?" asked Zach.

"Yes, very."  As they went back into the living room Trevor briefly put his
arm round Zach's shoulder.  "Washing up, and then some coffee?"

Zach nodded.

"You any good at wiping up?"

"I `ave to do it at `ome," answered Zach, pulling a long face.

The washing up was quickly done.  "I've lit the fire in the front room,"
said Trevor.  "You go and sit in there and I'll bring in the coffee."

Three minutes later Trevor followed Zach into the front room.
  That front room was furnished like many small front rooms of terraced
houses in the suburbs of London.  Either side of the fire was an arm chair,
and in front of the fire was a settee.
 Zach had gone and sat in one of the arm chairs.

"Come and sit on the settee," said Trevor.

Zach moved, and Trevor handed him a cup of coffee.  "Sugar?"


"Please."

"How many?"

"Two, please."

Trevor put two spoonfuls of sugar in Zach's cup and stirred it, before
handing it to him.  Trevor sat down alongside Zach, and placed his own
coffee on the low table in front of them.  Zach placed his alongside. The
fire was casting a cheerful glow.

"I don't think we need the overhead light on."  Trevor got up and switched
the light off, and returned to his seat.  He put his arm round Zach's
shoulders.  "Happy?"

"Yes."

"So am I.  You used to like sitting on my lap or close to me when you were
small."

"I still do."  Zach turned his face and gave Trevor a smile.

Trevor gently stroked the lobe of Zach's ear. He was rewarded with another
smile.

"Like that?" asked Trevor.

Zach nodded.

Trevor brought his other arm round and pulled Zach closer.  Zach responded
to the invitation by leaning against Trevor.

Trevor turned his head and placed a gentle kiss on Zach's forehead.

Zach turned his face towards Trevor, who placed his lips against Zach's and
gave him a gentle kiss.

"It's like old times, uncle Trevor, only much, much better."  Zach kissed
Trevor in a similar gentle way.  Zach shuffled himself even closer to
Trevor.  They exchanged kisses.  At first the gentle and fairly short.
Gradually they got longer, and more passionate.  Then Trevor flicked his
tongue over Zach's lips.  The young man gave a deep contented sigh.

"Trev," whispered Zach.  "I've got a massive `ard on."

"Good.  Let me tell you a secret, so have I!"

"I've got to adjust it."  He put his hand to his crotch.  "That feels
better."

Trevor did the same.  They continued kissing, but now Trevor brought his
hand up to stroke Zach's cheek and neck.

Zach opened his mouth and Trevor's tongue made its entry.  Zach responded
with his tongue.  It was still very gentle, but there was great feeling and
enjoyment there.

"I didn't know vat kissing a man could be so great," said Zach.

Trevor felt two almost contradictory things happening in Zach,
 as they kissed and he held him close.  Zach relaxed more and more, he was
enjoying every moment, but on the other hand there was a steadily mounting
intensity and passion in Zach's kissing.

Trevor put his hand down onto Zach's thigh.  He slowly rubbed the lad's
leg.  Then he started to undo the zip on Zach's jeans.

Zach turned to look down as Trevor put his hand in, felt a round, and
brought the cock out into the open.

"It's grown a lot since I last saw him," said Trevor.  He put his hand
round it and pulled the foreskin down to reveal the glans.  But that was
more than enough for Zach.  With a groan that was a mixture of ecstasy and
distress, his cock erupted.
 A series of powerful squirts sprayed out, shooting a couple of feet.  The
drops went everywhere.  Onto Trevor's face, chest and trousers, and
similarly all over Zach.

Zach was mortified.  Trevor burst out laughing.

"I'm so sorry, Trev.  It's gone all over you.  I couldn't do anything about
it.  I tried to `old it back, but I just lost it."

Trevor's laughter simmered down to a chuckle.  "That's all right.  That's
was one of the best fountains of life I've ever seen.  Tell me, when did
you last have a wank."

"Three days ago.  I was saving it up for this weekend."

Trevor laughed again.  "My dear Zach.  If you are anything like me at your
age, you can do it on the hour, every hour, twenty four hours a day, seven
days a week."  He pulled a clean handkerchief out of a pocket and handed it
to Zach.  "Here you are.  Clean yourself up with this."  From another
pocket he produced a used handkerchief and used it on himself.
   [Isaac had always insisted on having a clean handkerchief in reserve!]
Trevor sniffed. "And that wonderful clean smell of a young man's semen!"

When they had cleaned themselves up Trevor suggested that they went
upstairs.  Trevor led the way into the middle bedroom.  He had decided that
he did not want to make love to Zach in the bed that only he and Ross had
used.  Somewhere at the back of his mind was a quotation about keeping the
marriage bed undefiled.  He did not know where it came from, and thought
that whoever had said it would not have thought the marriage bed was being
kept undefiled with what went on took place on the bed in the next room!

Zach still felt upset over what had happened.  "I'm so sorry about what
happened downstairs."

"My dear Zach, there was nothing to be sorry about.  Come here."

Zach stepped closed to Trevor, who put his arms round him, and gave him a
kiss.  Zach responded, putting his arms round Trevor.

"That cock of yours is still hard.  I bet it could shoot a good load again
already," said Trevor.

"Maybe, but I want to see your cock.  I've never seen it.  I tried once."

"When was that?"

"When you came back from New Zealand and slept in my bed.  I climbed into
bed wiv you while you was still asleep.  I tried to look ven, but you `ad
your pants on."

Trevor put his hands on either side of Zach's face and pulling him close,
covered his face with kisses.  "You cheeky young imp."  He stepped a half
pace back.  "Well if you want to see my family jewels you'd better
investigate."

Zach looked up into Trevor's eyes, with `query' written all over this face.

Trevor grinned and gave a slight nod.

"Can I undress you?"

"If you wish."  Trevor was delighted that Zach was taking some initiative.

He began by undoing Trevor's shirt buttons.  He soon saw the hairy
chest. "I'd forgotten you was `airy."  Trevor undid his own cuff buttons,
and Zach pulled the shirt out of Trevor's trousers, and took it off.  He
ran his hands through the thick hair.  He knelt down and then undid the
belt holding up Trevor's trousers, and pulled down the zip.  "You're `ard
too!"

"What do you expect with a sexy young man undressing me."

"You think I'm sexy?"

"Yes, very."

Zach removed the trousers so that Trevor stood in his stocking feet and his
white Y front pants.  These were tented out, with a large damp patch.  Zach
reached up and slowly pulled these down.  Trevor's cock and balls were
fully revealed just inches from Zach's face.  He just looked.

"I don't think I have ever looked so closely at someone's cock and balls,
not even my own."

"Am I all right?" asked Trevor.  "You can touch me.  I don't bite."

Zach's hand came up.  One went round Trevor's cock, and the other softly
cupped his balls.

"Do I pass muster?"

"Yes," was simple answer.  "What's that?" asked Zach, pointing at the faint
scar at the top of Trevor's right thigh."

"That's where I was wounded in Korea."

"I knew you'd been vere, I didn't know you was wounded."

"I'll tell you the story sometime.  But right now I'd want to see you.  All
of you as naked as me."

Zach stood up, and in a flurry of arms, legs and flying clothes he stood
naked in front of Trevor, with his arms outstretched above his head.

For a moment Trevor just looked.  Before him stood the teenager, nearly
seventeen.  He looked more man than boy, but definitely a young man.  His
body was well proportioned, though he was not as tall as Trevor.  His skin
was a slightly lighter brown than Kundi's had been.  His skin glowed with
health and vigour.  For a brief moment Trevor sought in his mind for a word
that would describe the texture of Zach's skin -silk?, satin? velvet?  No
word was adequate; the healthy skin and body of a young person on the verge
of maturity is unique, beyond any comparison that a mere word could make.

Trevor stepped closer, grasped Zach, and pressed against him.  Their cocks
made close contact, and were pushed together.  Arms went round each other;
they embraced tightly.


"You're a wonderful young man, Zach.  I like all that I can see and feel."

"And you're not too bad for an old man!"  laughed Zach.

"You cheeky monkey!"  Trevor started tickling Zach, who laughed and
wriggled to get away from Trevor.  They collapsed onto the bed.  They
continued to wrestle, and then they started kissing, and enjoying their
closeness.

"Just lie on your back, and leave it all to me," ordered Trevor.

Zach obeyed wondering what Trevor was going to do.  He knelt with his knees
each side of Zach and began to kiss his face.  Then he lowed his head so
the he could lick and nip Zach's nipples with his lips.  They hardened with
this attention, but there was not further reaction from Zach.  Trevor
reached down and grasped Zach's cock.  "You've got a very nice piece of
equipment down there."

"If you play with it much more that bit of equipment will work again."

"Good, that's what I am hoping."  Trevor enjoyed pulling Zach's foreskin up
and down, seeing the purple dome appear and disappear again.  Zach's
breathing became deeper and more hurried.  He began to writhe with
pleasure.  Then it came, not as much as three quarters of an hour before,
but still a sizeable quantity.  The white spunk again sprayed out.  "I
could watch that a hundred times and not get bored."

When Zach recovered he turned to Trevor.  "Can I do it to you?"

"If you wish."

Zach began by an exploratory touching of Trevor's cock.  "It feels strange
`olding somebody else's cock.  It's so `ard, and yet so soft, the outside
part."

"Like your own?"

"Yea, but it's different."

"You don't mind?"

"No, I like it."  Zach began to do the necessary, and soon there was a load
of Trevor's spunk shooting into view.

"Thanks, Zach.  That was good."

When they had done the necessary mopping up, that lay in each other's.

"Happy?" asked Trevor.

Zach nodded.  "I should say!"  He gave Trevor a long kiss.

"One of the things that you have to learn is that men are not all turned on
by the same things.  Part of the fun is discovering what really gets the
man you're with going.  Earlier I played a bit with your nipples.  They
hardened, but I don't think it did a great deal for you, did it?"

"No.  Should it `ave done?"

"It's not a question of whether it should or should not have done.  It just
didn't.  When I do that to Ross, he's immediately switched on.  He likes
having his nipples pinched really hard, the harder the better.  He starts
calling out for more and more of it.  During the time we have to together
I'm going to try and discover your sensitive areas.  Sometimes they are
called erogenous zones."

"What are yours?"

"I'm not going to tell you.  You must try to discover them yourself.  Often
a man does to you what he likes having done to himself.  I'm like you, not
switched on by having my nipples pinched.  It took me a while to discover
that that was what Ross liked.  If the two of you got together I expect
Ross would very quickly do something to your nipples to see, much as I did
a little while ago."

"Thanks for telling me vat.  But are you `appy.  Trev.  About Ross and
everythin'?"

"I'm happy, because he has given us his blessing.  But I am looking forward
to seeing him on Monday week."

"How soon will you.....?"

"You're an inquisitive young man," replied Trevor with a laugh.  "He'll
meet me at the airport, and I expect we'll go off into the bush somewhere
for some love making before we get back to where his parents live."

"In the open air?"

"Yea.  We both like it, and do it a lot in the open."

"Aren't there snakes and creepy crawlies in New Zealand?"

"No snakes.  There are horrid little sand flies that bite.  But I've been
bitten so many times I'm immune to their bites."


They heard the clock downstairs strike ten.

"Young men like you need their beauty sleep.  I need to go to the loo,
shall I get us some cocoa, or chocolate, and then we can settle down for
the night?"

"I need ver bog too.  I can clean my teeth.  Mum always insists on vat
before going to bed."

"Quite right too," was Trevor's comment.

They went downstairs.  Zach went through the bathroom first and went back
upstairs.  Trevor followed him into the bathroom and made a hot drink for
them both.

"Here's your drink."

They stood looking at each other, as they stood naked drinking their cocoa.

"I like what I can see," said Trevor.

Zach finished his drink and came and put his arms round Trevor.  "I like
everythin' about you, Uncle Trev."

They got into bed and snuggled up to each other.  Trevor's hand went down
and felt Zach's already hardening cock.  "I never thought when I used to
bath you, that I'd end up doing this to you."

"I vink vat from ver first time I liked you bathing me.  If you carry on
wiv vat I shoot another load."

"Want to?"

"Please."

It did not take long before Zach was shooting his third load of the
evening.  Trevor worked it out that it was three times in less than three
hours.  `What it is to be a teenager' he thought!

"Thanks Trev," said Zach in a voice that showed he was close to sleep.  He
turned on to his side with his back to Trevor.

Trevor turned and cuddled up to Zach, and put an arm over him.  He
remembered the countless times Isaac had done that to him in the next room.
He realised just how much he loved young Zach.  He was a good young man,
and what a privilege and pleasure it had been to spend such an evening with
him.  It was Zach's first time.  For both of them it was special.  They
would both remember it.  Then he began to wonder if he was not in a similar
relationship to Zach, as he had been to Isaac.  A friend?  A teacher?  As
lovers?  Could he and Ross be `sort of fathers' to this young man.  In the
complexities of such relationships he drifted off to sleep.

Trevor woke first the next morning.  For a moment he thought Ross was in
bed with him, and then in the growing light of day, he saw the dark skin
and African hair of Zach's head and neck.  Carefully, without waking the
lad, he got out of bed and made his way downstairs.

Zach was still fast asleep when he returned carrying a tray with a pot of
tea on it.  Trevor put the tray down, and got back into bed.  He gently
kissed the back of Zach's neck.

The young man stirred, opened his eyes, and looked around.  He gave Trevor
a broad grin.  "I didn't know where I was."
  He caught hold of Trevor's hand and pulled it down to his crotch.
  There was one very hard penis.

"Three times last night, and you're still up and ready for it.
 I've brought you up some tea."

Zach sat up.  "Need a piss."  He got out of bed, and with his cock rampant
before him made his way downstairs.  He was soon back, and they sat side by
side in the bed drinking their tea.  Trevor was reminded of how often he
and Isaac had done just that on a Saturday morning, and how it was also a
part of the ritual with Ross.

Zach finished first, and put his empty mug down, and felt Trevor's thigh.
He moved his hands slowly up from the knee towards Trevor's groin.  As he
got higher, Trevor groaned, and quickly put his mug down.

"You like that, Trev."

Trevor nodded.

"That one of your special places?"

Trevor nodded again.

"You hard yet?"

"Yes, young man, I am.  Do that to me, and I'm soon rock hard."

"Good."  Zach then took hold of Trevor's cock, and at the same time gave
him a series of deep long kisses.

Trevor's hand gently rubbed Zach back, but otherwise let him carry on.
Zach turned back the bedclothes so that he could watch.  It was not long
before there was a small fountain of spunk shooting from Trevor's cock.  It
no longer shot quite as a far as it did when he was Zach's age.

When he had recovered Trevor did the same to Zach.  It was not long before
he shot his first load of the day.

They cuddled together for several minutes.

"Breakfast?"

"Yes.  I'm hungry."

"Good so am I.  I'll go down first and have a shave, and a bath, and then
while you go through the bathroom I'll get breakfast.  That all right?"

Trevor got breakfast.  There was a grapefruit, and some cereal, a choice of
weetabix or Kellogg's cornflakes.  Then there was a full cooked breakfast,
 fried bacon, sausage, egg, mushrooms, tomatoes and fried bread.

When Zach saw it his eyes opened wide.  "I never `ave all vat at `ome."

"Today is a special occasion.  You've got to keep your strength up.  Or
should I say keep your cock up so you can continue to shoot on the hour
every hour."

They both laughed and tucked in.  They cleared away the meal, and washed up
the dirty things.

"Well Zach, what do you want to do this morning.  I'm taking you out this
afternoon."

"Where to?"

"I thought you might like to go to White Hart Lane to see the Spurs versus
Arsenal match."

Zach's eyes lit up.  "Cor!  I've never been vere."

Trevor grinned.  "Good.  But what do you want to do this morning."

They stood looking at each other.  Zach slowly broke into a rather
embarrassed grin.

Trevor grinned back.  "More of `on the hour every hour?'"

Zach nodded.

Trevor took the step to get close to Zach.  He put his arms round him, and
kissed him.  "You're just wonderful.  You're becoming rather special."

Suddenly Zach was serious.  He pulled a half pace back.  "Trev, I know I
can never be number one with you.  I don't want to be number one, because
of Ross.  But can I be number two?"

"I will have to talk it all over with Ross when I see him next week.  It is
still largely up to him.  If he sees you as a possible threat to the
relationship between him and me, he will say so.  We are always completely
open with each other.  If he is unhappy, then this weekend must be the
first and last time for us both.  I'll have to see what he says."

Zach looked thoughtful.  "Mum would say something aboutit being in God's
hands, and trusting Him."

"That's one way of looking at it.  I am sure if we are all true to
ourselves what is for the long term best will happen.  Now let us go up
stairs, my dear Zach, and continue with your education, or initiation into
the joys of sex between two men."

"I do like it, Trev, when you call me a man," said Zach, his cheerful grin
back on his face.

They went upstairs, and undressed.  They stood looking at each other.  Both
cocks responded, Zach quicker than Trevor's for youth is quicker than age
in these matters.  Each watched the other's cock as it hardened,
straightened, and two darker rosy heads appeared out of the foreskins.
Zach's cock had one of those elongated heads, so a watcher was always
fascinated as it hardened.  You could watch the head moving up the
foreskin.  Quite quickly the tip would appear but even with Zach it seemed
to take a while before the whole of the head was out of the foreskin.

"Ross, too, likes watching that happen."

Zach climbed onto the bed, lay on his back and stretched out his arms for
Trevor to come on top of him.  They cuddled each other for several minutes.

"Now, I'm going to do something different.  I just want you to lie back,
and enjoy it.  Let me make love to you.  Don't feel you have to do a thing.
If you are enjoying it, you can let me know by the movements and sounds you
make."  Trevor raised himself off Zach, but on all fours bent over him.  He
began to kiss Zach's face.  He went round to one side of his face, and
kissed and sucked Zach's ear.  There was a sharp intake of breath, followed
by a long appreciative sigh.  He continued to kiss, lick and nibble with
his lips at Zach's neck.  There was less response. So he moved down.  He
passed over Zach's nipples quickly, for he knew that did not arouse him.
When he came to the navel, Zach started giggling, he was obviously ticklish
at that point.  He came to Zach's crotch.  He used his mouth to attend to
Zach's balls and groin.  The murmurs of appreciation grew loud again.  He
then turned to Zach's perineum.  Zach open his legs as wide as he could.
The murmurs became words, "Trev, that's wonderful," and much more.  Trevor
worked his way up Zach's cock and finally took it into his mouth.  "Trev!
Trev!"  was the repeated response.  He swirled isHIS tongue round the cock,
tasting the prolific preliminary juices that were flowing from it.  Trev
made noises of appreciation from deep within his throat.  Zach began to
buck up and down.
 Trevor let Zach's movements decide the pace and depth.  With a great cry
of ecstasy Zach's spunk shot powerful jets into Trevor's mouth.

It was several minutes before they both recovered.  Zach clung to Trevor,
"Trev, that was wonderful.  I never ever dreamt of such feelings.  Thank
you, thank you."  Trevor's face was covered in a welter of kisses.

"It's good isn't it?  Isaac loved doing that to me, and he's good at it."

"Isaac, your guardian?"

Trevor put his mouth close to Zach's ear.  "I think I need to tell you a
story.  Once upon a time there was a baby boy born in the backstreets of
Limehouse.  When war broke out he was sent down to Somerset where he lived
with a farm worker and his wife and two sons.  The older boy liked to be
tossed off, and the London boy liked tossing him off.  When the boy had to
return to London the older boy gave him a wooden Spitfire that he had made.
He came back to a London of the Battle of Britain, and then the blitz on
London.  The boy's father was killed when trying to rescue a couple of
children from a bomb damaged building.  The boy's mother started having
various men live with her.  One of them named Fred savagely raped the boy.
The boy began to run wild.  He began getting up to no good.  Then he got
involved with a man called Bill.  He ran a racket of having boys that he
let out to men for sex.  That boy became one of those.  One day he was
taken to a Jew who lived at 37 Chelmsford Road Leytonstone.  The Jew who
was called Isaac, was kind to the boy that first time.  They talked, and
kissed and cuddled.  The next week the boy decided he wanted to meet Isaac
again, so he went back.  But Isaac was out.  It was a bitterly cold
December day and boy stood wet and shivering on the door step.  Eventually
Isaac came home, and took the boy in, undressed him, gave him a hot drink,
and got into bed with him to help warm him up.  Isaac loved the boy and
brought him up as both his son and lover.  The boy loved, and still loves,
Isaac very much.  For many years they used to make love to each other, and
Isaac loved sucking the boy's cock until the love juice poured forth and
filled his mouth."

"I'ad no idea, vat you `ad that sort of story.  Vanks for tellin' me."
They kissed and cuddled for a while.  "Can I do to you what you've just
done to me?"

"If you want to?  But you don't have to."

Zach repeated what Trevor had just done to him.

When they had both recovered it was time to get something to eat before
going off to Tottenham for the football match.

They enjoyed the match.  Spurs won.  Zach shouted his head off in
enthusiastic support of the home team.

When they got back to Leytonstone Trevor sent Zach out to buy some fish and
chips, while he warmed some plates and laid the table.  [I know that Kundi
enjoyed eating fish and chips outside from the newspaper, as in those days
many did.  But it is also possible to bring fish and chips back and eat
them at home.]

"What do you want to drink?"  asked Trevor when Zach returned.
 "Beer or some wine."

"Wine?  I've never drunk wine!"

"Wine let it be.  Another first time for you."  Trevor gave Zach a kiss
before going into the kitchen and removing a bottle of white wine from the
fridge.  They ate their fish and chips with enthusiasm, and Zach decided he
liked the wine.  They cleared the table and washed up.  They went into the
front room and sat close together on the settee watching television for an
hour.  When the programme they had watched was over Trevor asked.

"What do you want to do now?"

Zach just raised his eyes to the ceiling and grinned.

"Teenagers!" laughed Trevor.  "But let's have a bath first, and then when
we want to we can just settle down for the night.  It's about time I bathed
you."

"Can I bath you too?"  Zach's very white teeth flashed as he laughed.

"If you wish."  Trevor gave Zach a kiss, stood up and pulled Zach onto his
feet.  They had a quick hug, and went through into the bathroom.

Trevor turned on the taps, and Zach started to undress.  Trevor watched.
"I love watching you reveal your all to me.  Look what it is doing?"
Trevor thrust his crotch forward and the outline of his stiffening cock was
clearly visible.

"You're just a horny old man.  I'm glad I have that effect on you."  Zach
stepped into the bath, and revealed that he too was getting aroused.  He
was surprised when Trevor undressed and went to get into the bath.

"Move up.  There's room for two in this bath."

"You done it before?"

"Yes, with Isaac many many times, especially when I was young, and the hot
water had to be heated by the back boiler.  But also a number of times with
Kundi."

"Kundi?"

They sat facing each other.  "Another story," said Trevor, "Once upon a
time there was a student from Leytonstone studying at Nottingham for his
second degree.  Also there was an undergraduate from Nigeria, studying to
be an engineer.  They got to know each other.  The student from Leytonstone
took the student from Nigeria to visit various places.  They became
friends.  They had a lot of fun and laughter.  The student from Nigeria
called his cock his dong.  He said that his dong was fourteen inches long."

"Was it?"

Trevor shook his head.  "One hot summer's day they went for a walk in
Sherwood Forest."

"Robin Hood?"

Trevor nodded.  "They found a deserted field and relaxed in the sun.  There
was more teasing about the size of the Nigerian's dong.  The Nigerian said
that the student from Leytonstone could see it if he really wanted to.  So
the student from Leytonstone undid the flies on the Nigerian's trousers and
pulled out his cock."

"Was it big?"

"Slightly bigger than mine.  The Nigerian then wanted to see the other
man's cock, so he undid the other's trousers and pulled out his cock.  They
undressed so that they could see each other properly.  They had a very
active cuddle rolling around on the grass.  Then the Englishman tossed off
the Nigerian and he shot the biggest and whitest load of spunk the
Englishman had, and has ever seen."

"You've led an interesting life, Trev."

"That was the beginning of a very good loving relationship that lasted
until the Nigerian had to return home.  Now stand up and I will soap you
all over just like I used to when you were a little boy."

Zach stood up.  "I always liked vat.  Ver way you rubbed your `ands all
over me.  It felt different to Mum."

Trevor started to soap Zach all over.  "This has grown a bit over the
years," said Trevor as carefully and gently washed Zach's vital parts.

When he was covered in lather Zach got down into the water, and rose
shining wet in all his beauty.  "I can't wait to get you back into bed."

"But your turn first."  Zach carefully soaped Trevor all over, paying
particular attention to all the intimate places.
 "I suppose this hasn't grown any since those days?"

"I don't think so."

When the washing was over and the water beginning to cool they got out of
the bath, and Dried themselves quickly.  Zach bounded upstairs three at a
time; Trevor followed more slowly admiring both the agility of the teenager
and the beauty of his body.  Once in bed they got close together.  After a
while Zach rolled over onto his back.  Trevor's hand wandered over Zach's
chest, and downwards.  As he stroked his stomach there was again the
response of a deep contented sigh.

"You like that?"

"Yes, very much."  Trevor continue to rub gently Zach's stomach.  He then
moved his attention further down.  With a finger he touched and stroked the
younger man's perineum.  He opened his legs wider to give Trevor freer
access.  Then Trevor's finger began to explore further back, seeking out
the sensitive entrance into Zach's body.  As his finger lightly ran over
the entrance there was a sigh of pleasure from Zach.  "Oh, I do like that."
Trevor's finger continued its gentle movements, and then began to press
harder.  Zach was so relaxed and trusting that the finger slipped in
easily.

"How do you like that?" asked Trevor.

"Fine. Great!"

"How would you like my cock in there?"

"Won't it `urt, like when Fred did it to you."

"It'll probably hurt a bit. Fred just pushed it in.  I'll be gentle, and
put some Vaseline there to help.  If it hurts too much we'll stop."

"Do you and Ross?"

"Quite often."

"Did you and Isaac?"

"Yes."

There was a pause.  "Can I to you?"

"If you want."  Trevor's finger continued to move around inside Zach.  "I'm
going to put some Vaseline down there, and try to get a couple of fingers
in."

This took a couple of minutes, and now Trevor was able to stretch Zach and
prepare for penetration.  "Get on your knees with you bum in the air." Zach
knelt on the bed with his bum in the air, and his head down on the pillow.

"Did you know, you've got a beautiful bum.  Two lovely brown bum cheeks.
They're perfect."  Trevor gave each one a long kiss, and then reinserted
one finger.  Very soon the second was in.  Trevor withdrew his fingers, and
placed his cock head on the puckered hole.  He began to push.  He sensed
the pain in Zach and immediately stopped.  Once Zach relaxed he began to
push again.  Slowly bit by bit, by stopping and starting Trevor's cock
penetrated.

"I can feel your balls," came the muffled voice of Zach still buried in the
pillow.

"I'm right in now.  You all right?"

"I feel so full."

Trevor remained still, and felt Zach relax again.  He began to move, very
slow slight movements at first.  Zach's head came up, and he began to push
back.  He wanted more.  Gradually Trevor increased the strength of his
thrusts into Zach.  But all too soon it was too much for Trevor.  His cock
throbbed inside Zach as it shot a full load of spunk deep inside the young
man.  Trevor's cock soon lost its strength and slipped out of Zach.

They lay side by side looking at each other.  There was a look of wonder
and joy on Zach's face.  "Thank you, Trev, that was wonderful.  Each time
you've done something new to me, I have thought nothing can be better than
that."

Trevor kissed Zach.  "You know something?  I've always been fond, no let's
use a stronger word, I've always loved you, ever since you were a small
boy.  I love you very much, Zach.  And even if, after this weekend, we
never do anything like it again, I shall always love you.  Know Zach, that
I'll always be there for you.

They lay quietly in each other's arms for a while.

"The Americans would say that `you've just lost your cherry.'

Zach laughed as he had never heard that expression before.  "I'm glad I
lost it to you.  I'll always remember my first time, vat it were wiv you."

"Do you want to do it to me?"

"Please, Trev."

"We'll try a different position."

Trevor got on his back, and pulled his knees up and raised his bum from the
bed.  Zach prepared them both, and quickly and easily slipped his cock into
Trevor.  He only made a couple of thrusts before he was depositing his load
deep inside Trevor.

"I came too quickly," said an exasperated Zach.

"Usually happens the first time.  I hope you do it many many times with men
you love.  It's when you love, that it's best.  You can do other things,
especially tossing each other off, that is not so meaningful.  But fucking,
screwing, shagging, whatever word you want to use should be kept for those
you really like."

"What about sucking a person off?"

"That comes somewhere between."

With that they settled down to sleep.  Once again Zach curled up with his
back to Trevor, who spooned up behind the lad, and put an arm over him.

"Thanks Trev, for everything."

"Thank you.  I've enjoyed every minute with you.  Love you."

"Love you too."

The next morning, the Sunday morning, they both woke about the same time.
"My turn to get the tea," announced Zach leaping out of bed.

Trevor's eyes followed the slim brown form of Zach as it draped a dressing
gown round itself, covering its nakedness, before disappearing downstairs.
Trevor needed to visit the loo, and followed more slowly.  He came upstairs
as Zach was still getting the tea.

When Zach came upstairs he found Trevor sitting up in bed with the
photographs and the Spitfire from the front bedroom.  Zach poured out the
tea, and they sat up in bed close to each other, sipping their hot tea.

Trevor lent over and gave Zach a kiss.  "Thanks for getting the tea."

"Vank you, uncle Trevor, for everything.  This `as been ver most wonderful
weekend of my life."

Trevor smiled.  "Good."

"Not just because of what we've done wiv our cocks and vings."
 He paused, and looked shyly at Trevor.  "Also because I know vat you like
me.  Even if we never do vis again I know you're vere for me."

Trevor put his arm round Zach and held him close.  "Yes, even if we never
do this again, I shall be there for you.  You are very, very special to me.
And thank you for a very special weekend."  Trevor kissed the tip of Zach's
nose.  "I've bought some photos in for you to see, and I'll tell you about.
But first let me tell you a bit more about this Spitfire."

"What was ver boy's name who made it?"

"Harry."

"Do you know what happened to him?"

"No.  I went back to try and find out about him, but I didn't succeed.
I've often wondered about him.  We were caught doing it once."

Zach looked up at Trevor.  "What happened?"

"We were in a barn.  Harry's father came in and caught us.  He took off his
belt and gave Harry ten of the best.  There were great red marks on his
bum."

"Did `e beat you?

"No.  Though he said I deserved it.  Harry took all the blame, and through
his tears asked to receive the beating that he thought I was going to get."

"Cor.  `E sounds a special sort of kid."

"He was.  I think there's still a special place in my heart for him,"
murmured Trevor wistfully.

"You ain't got no picture of `im?"

"No, unfortunately, only that old wooden Spitfire.  Here's a picture of
Isaac.  But you've met him haven't you?"

"Yea.  But a long while ago."

"I took this one when we got our first camera.  He is walking down the road
on his way back from the synagogue one Saturday morning.  That's why he is
all togged up in his Sabbath best.  I owe so much to Isaac.  He taught me
to study.  He taught me how to speak German and French.  I dread to think
what I'd be now if Isaac had not been in my life."

"Who's this soldier?"  asked Zach as he turned to the next photograph.

"That's Eric, in uniform, just before he left his home for Korea.  He
didn't come back."

"What happened?"

"We were on a hill. Hill 226.  It was one night and the Chinks attacked.
It was hand to hand fighting.  Our bren gun was blown a few feet away by an
explosion.  I went to get it, because we had to have it.  I was shot in the
leg, and Eric stood over me shooting his rifle as fast as he could.  He
saved my life, and lost his own."

"Did ver two of you ever....you know?"

"No.  We'd only just discovered we both liked the same thing.
 We were due for a longer leave in Japan.  We were both looking forward to
getting together.  But I ended up in Japan on a stretcher, and he ended up
in a war grave on some Korean hillside.  I visited his folk when I got
back.  Good folk.  Nice honest people.  His father's a farm worker.  Eric
could hardly read or write.  I used to help him with his letters home.  I
remember him asking how do you spell father."

"F A T H E R."

"Well done.  I'm glad they taught you something in that school of yours.
This photo is of Fergus.  Taken on a Sunday, in his kilt."  Trevor bent
over and whispered in Zach's ear.  "Did you know Scotsmen don't wear
anything under their kilts?"


Zach pretended to look suitableY shocked.

"And yes, before you ask, we did - a lot.  I'm still in contact with him,
mainly Christmas letters now.  He's a consultant in Edinburgh, and has a
partner who's a male nurse."

Zach reached over to look at the next photo.  It was of Paul Driffield on
the day of his ordination.  "Who's ver vicar?"

"That is Paul.  A very special friend.  And no we haven't!  We met at
Cambridge.  You would think him very posh.  He talks posh. He went to
public school, Eton.  His parents owned a very large house in its own
grounds in Gloucestershire.  He's married and I'm godfather to his eldest
who is also called Trevor, after me, for some reason.  Paul is a very good
friend.  You can have good close friendships that don't have to involve
cocks and balls and masses of spunk."

"Can I ask you, Trev.  He looks a nice man.  Do you wish you .. you know?"

"Make love to him?  Yes, I used to, quite a lot.  Not now, I've got Ross, I
would not want more."

Zach was just a little saddened by the mention of Trevor having a godson,
and that with Ross he would not want more.

The next photograph they looked at was of Kundi, laughing and pushing his
shirt into his trousers.  "That is Kundi, from Nigeria.  You remind me of
him, not just because of the colour of your skin.  He was fun, full of
laughter.  He was a great tease.  Sadly he was killed by a landmine a few
years back."

"Did you miss `im when `e went back to Africa?"

"Very much.  I had a difficult few months after he'd gone back.  I know
what I must tell you, as a warning to be very careful.  After Kundi had
gone back I was driving home to Nottingham and needed to have a pee.  I
went into a toilet that was at a lay-by.  I went in and peed, and there was
this other guy having a pee.  He turned and offered me his cock.  It was
lovely one, cut if I remember rightly, you know what I mean?"

"I vink so.  Circumscribed."

"Nearly, circumcised.  The cock looks as ours does when the head is out all
the time, even when it's limp.  Anyway I was feeling horny.  I hadn't done
anything with anyone else for ages.  So I went over and held his cock.
Immediately a couple of policemen jump out of the cubicles, and I was
dragged off to the police station."

"Bloody rossers!" exclaimed Zach.  "What happened?"

"I asked for my own solicitor, and said he would have to come up from
London.  They didn't like the prospect of a Lincoln's Inn solicitor, and
keeping me there over night, so they gave me a bollocking and sent me on my
way."

"Cor!"  Zach was silent for a moment or two.  "You've `ad quite a life,
Trev.  Good times and bad."

"Well that's the way it goes.  Now what do you want to do?"

"I want your cock up me again."

Trevor grinned.  "I thought you'd be wanting something like that.  We'll do
it a different way."

This time Trevor lay on his back with Zach impaled on his cock.  They could
watch each other, and Zach began to learn how he could control the
situation.  Trevor also moved around until he could get his cock rubbing
over Zach's trigger point.
 It was for them both a very satisfying encounter.

So the day progressed.  Most of it was spent in bed, or rather on the bed.
Meals were eaten, and drinks drunk, for such activity is always thirsty
work.  It had been arranged that Zach would go home in the early evening.
They spent the last hour, both rather exhausted, sitting close together in
front of the fire.  Eventually Zach left, with loud expressions of thanks,
and wishing Trevor well in his visit to New Zealand.

Trevor went early to bed, and slept very well!  The next few days were very
busy.  They were the last days of the winter term which were always busy,
and also there was the getting ready for his visit to New Zealand.

He was due to fly out on the Saturday in the early afternoon.  On the
Friday evening he heard something delivered at the front door.  There were
two envelopes, one with his name on it, and the other addressed to Ross.
He opened the one addressed to himself.

"Dear Trev, Many thanks for the weekend.  I didn't knock because I knew
you'd be busy, and I'd be wanting something from you.  [He had drawn a face
with a broad smile on it] Please give the other letter to Ross.  Thanks and
lots of love Zach - short for Zachariah.

Trevor smiled, not least for the final three words.

The next day he was at Heathrow waiting for his flight to be called.  He
was sitting reading the obituaries in the Times.  He looked at his watch,
and got up to make an urgent phone call.

Jeff at Jeffyrks

I am afraid there is no prize except a Nifty Point for identifying the
quotation about 'keeping the marriage bed undefiled'.