Date: Wed, 17 Jan 2007 22:50:37 +0000
From: succum241 <succum241@lycos.co.uk>
Subject: Mick & Friends - 16

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Chapter 15 ended:

As we were drying after the shower, Bob said that he would really like me
to spend the night with him. I explained that I did not feel I could do so
in Witham yet as I got only three nights a week at home with my mother and
I felt that I should spend them with her especially as I spent so much day
time away. Bob said he understood, but that it was going to be a really
long wait till the next weekend, and he hoped he would get the chance to
see me again then. I assured Bob that I would do what I could to see him as
well as Michael and Mark each weekend until I moved full time to Witham,
and I was glad that I had found some new friends so quickly, especially
friends who understood what I was like.

Chapter 16

The next couple of weeks were pretty much the same as the previous ones
with the exception that Kevin was not able to stay over and so we did not
have a chance to do any cherry picking. Brandon and I did have a fair bit
of time alone together and so were able to take care of our sexual needs
regularly. Poor old Kevin was only able to get in some lunch time nibbles
and an occasional afternoon with Brandon and me. Most of my weekend time
was spent with Bob, Michael and Mark. Between Bob and Brandon I was kept
plucked bald and sexually satisfied. I was also able to maintain the areas
of Bob I had previously plucked and expand the area of coverage. I also got
to suck off all three of my new Witham friends one after the other the one
afternoon and with both of the other two doing things to me while I was
performing my oral assaults on the third. Perhaps the best part of it was
when I was blowing Mark because while I was doing him, Michael got
underneath me and began to suck on my cock while at the same time Bob was
riding Michael's cock and rimming me. To top it off Mark and I came at
virtually the same time so as I was drinking in his cum, I was also
shooting my cum down Michael's throat, and my bum was sucking Bob's tongue
in as it contracted with my orgasm. Added to this, was that Mark was the
last of the three in my suck-off marathon and so I was able to relax in the
afterglow of my own orgasm. Somehow the other three seemed to think that I
was to be pandered to and as I lay back, they continued to stroke my body
and generally stimulate me so that my cock which had begun to go soft after
cumming, but had not quite succeeded, was brought back to full rigidity and
maintained at that ready state for over two hours more, and I was brought
to my peak once again shooting a smallish sample onto my stomach, which was
quickly lapped up by Bob's eager tongue.

I had also managed to get the three of them around to my house to meet my
mom. They had come, albeit rather reluctantly because they knew that my mom
knew I was gay and as they were my friends then they thought she would
think that they were most likely gay. In fact mom knew for definite they
were because she had asked me and I had told her. But I had not told them
because they had not asked me and as I was now so open with my mom the
thought to tell them never entered my head.  Of course mom was just
wonderful and the perfect hostess, giving us all a good tea and teasing
that the only way she got to see me over the weekends was to feed me. I
blushed which pleased the others as it gave them something more to tease me
about. Unfortunately they were not able to stay a night with me, but I was
sure that opportunity would come before too long. Also as I only had one
more week with Brandon, I would soon be staying all the time in Witham and
so would be freer to go and spend nights with them. With only having that
one week left, Kevin, Brandon and I were getting increasingly worried about
how we were going to organise our first fucks and also how we were going to
cope with the split.  Some of that was sorted for us, for on the Sunday
evening Mrs Shelley called my mom to ask if I could stay over for Friday
night and most of Saturday, that last week as Mr and Mrs Shelley had to go
up north for a special awards evening on the Friday and would not be back
until late Saturday afternoon. As they were not able to take Brandon with
them they wanted me to stay with him to keep him company.  Because it was
my last time for the foreseeable future, my mom agreed and then asked me if
I would like to.  Of course I agreed and hoped that Kevin would also be
allowed to stay over. Well that had been organised without any input from
me because Mrs. Shelley had also asked for Kevin to stay over.  I like to
think that she had done this purposely because she knew it would be the
last opportunity for the three of us to be together for some time at
least. I then phoned Bob and told him what was happening and he was very
upset as he also wanted to see me. I comforted him with the reminder that I
would be in Witham full time after that and would not be staying away
regularly during the week anymore. Bob went on to say that he really liked
me and hoped that we would be good friends. I told him that I liked him
also and was happy to be his good friend. All in all I felt really good and
happy as I finished that call and went off to have my bath. As I had no
plans to do anything special for the rest of that evening, I lingered long
in my bath and then didn't bother to put anything on and after packing my
case for the week, went downstairs to watch a bit of telly before it was
time to go to bed.

"I see you are still a bit short of hair," Mom said teasingly, and then
asked, "Do you like not having it, or is it the attention you get as it
gets shaved?"

"Both," I answered simply. "And its plucked not shaved."

"Yes, I presumed that you didn't do it all yourself and plucking would take
more help than shaving."

I couldn't believe I was actually having a conversation of this nature with
my mother, and yet was both happy and proud to be in such a comfortable
relationship that we could talk about these things. Yes, I still got
embarrassed about it, but I was willing to suffer that embarrassment to
maintain the openness. I felt very proud because I knew that there were not
many other guys my age who could be like this with their parents. I
certainly did not know of anyone else. Even Brandon was not this free and
he was the free-est other person that I knew. "I love you mom and really
appreciate how you treat me. Other guy's parents are not willing to talk
like this with their children. Thank you."

"I also like to be able to talk with you, Mick. I love you too, and I am
interested in what you do, and what makes you happy. I want to know as much
as you are willing to share, but I also know that there are some things
which you will want to keep private and I respect that; just as I know that
you respect the same thing with me."

"So how is your love life going then?" I asked mischievously.

Mom burst out laughing, because she knew that I was teasing. "Well, now
that you mention it, cheeky monkey, there is someone. Nothing serious, but
we are seeing more of each other than we would if we were just friends. His
name is John and I think you will like him.  When I told him about you and
that you were gay, he didn't even flinch. He said he hoped to be able to
meet you sometime and that the two of you could be friends.  When I asked
him outright how he felt about you being gay, he was totally ok with it and
said that he thought his own son might be, but he was not sure.  Would you
be ok if I invite them around for a meal sometime?"

"Yeah sure. I can't tell if I will like them or not if I don't meet
them. Do you know how old his son is?"

"I'm not sure but I think he might be a little older than you. By the way,
I have asked John not to tell anyone else about you. I think you should
have a say in who knows and who doesn't."

"Thanks mom. I appreciate that.  Some guys at school would make life really
hard for me if they knew. John's son might just be one such person. I can't
tell until I get to know him."

"Right then, I'll see when they can fit in with our schedule. John's son
only spends every other weekend with him.  The rest of the time he stays
with his mother in Colchester."

"What's his name?"

"Oh, sorry, it's David, but John refers to him as Dave, or Davey."

"Well I'll let him introduce himself and go with whatever name he uses
himself." Our conversation dwindled and I decided it was time to head off
to bed as I wanted to go over my memories of the afternoon and my marathon
suck. I could do that in the lounge but I know that the reaction would be
very apparent and open as I was, I was not ready for the embarrassment of
mom seeing my hard-on again.

My memories came back very vividly and pretty soon I could not keep my hand
away and so after about twenty minutes, I was spurting forth with my fifth
load for the day. It did not take much longer for me to fall asleep. I
slept well and woke with the thoughts of the night before still on my mind
and the usual morning woody to go along with it. I turned off the alarm and
got out of bed. I was not going to give my cock any satisfaction that
morning to rather save myself for Brandon and maybe Kevin, if we were able
to get away at lunch time. So it was into the shower, and have a piss
whilst letting the water drive into my backside. Pissing in the shower was
so much easier when you had a hard-on which was not likely to go down too
quickly. You can just stand there and let it flow without trying to break
your cock in half in an attempt to aim it into the bowl, or doubling
yourself over to achieve the same result. So I stood there for a few
moments and then once the pressure was off, I began to soap myself and make
sure that my body had all the sleep of the night washed off. Because I had
also paid attention to Micklet I was still hard when I stepped out of the
shower and drying did nothing to help relieve the situation. So it was a
naked walk back to the room with my flagpole wearing the banner of state
(its state). Fortunately I had just passed over the threshold of my bedroom
when mom came out of her room on her way to the bathroom. She may have seen
a naked bum cheek, but nothing protruding loudly from the front. I pulled
my school shirt and trousers on and left the fly open while I put my socks
and shoes on and by that time I had softened enough that I could do my fly
up and not have a tent in the front. I grabbed my two bags and went down to
get my breakfast and soon was ready for the trip back to Brentwood for the
week.

When I walked into the school grounds, Kevin was waiting for me and wanting
to share the news that he had been given permission to stay over on the
Friday and Saturday.  He also told me that he too, was now bald as Brandon
and he had got together over the weekend and plucked each other. I have to
admit that I was a bit jealous, and then remembered that I had had Bob to
myself for the same thing and did not think they should be jealous of
that. I pulled Kevin into a toilet block and seeing that it was totally
empty bar us, put my hand down his trousers and had a good feel of a smooth
cock and ball bag. Of course this gave him an erection and because he was
no longer wearing undies, he was tenting his trousers rather noticeably. I
leaned in and kissed him full on the lips and then we had to break as we
heard another guy coming into the ablutions. I turned and began walking out
leaving Kevin and his tent in full view. I had not done that intentionally,
but the other boy coming into the loos did not miss it and although he did
not say anything, his expression was one of questioning. But because he was
a couple of years younger than us, I did not think anything would come of
it.

"You turd!" Kevin said as we left the room, "I'm going to get you for
that."

"Oh yeah? How?"

"Haven't thought of that yet. But you will know it when I do it." But Kevin
was not really threatening, just teasing. That's not to say that if he
thinks of something to embarrass me with he won't use it.

We talked some more of how great it was going to be to have almost 24 hours
together without anybody else getting in the way.

"We should save ourselves from Wednesday to make sure we can handle the
time together." Kevin suggested.

"I'll suggest it to Brandon this afternoon," I said, agreeing that saving
ourselves will make things better on Friday/Saturday.

"We can discuss it together, because I am coming round to you guys after I
have finished my homework today."

"Ok, I'll not mention it then till you get there."

"Right, I'll see you at lunch time then." Kevin said as we parted to go to
different classes.

At lunchtime I headed for our spot only to find that Kevin had beaten me to
there and had literally stripped off and was lying down on his gym towel
waiting for me. His cock already very hard. I dropped down and after
spending some time feeling and looking I gave Kevin what he wanted. A
tongue wash of note. He was so wound up that his first blast of cum, shot
down my throat with such force that I had no chance of even tasting it let
alone catching it and holding it to savour; but I was able to catch some of
his after shots which did not blast out like a nuclear warhead.  Then it
was my turn and dropping my trousers I moved up his body so that he could
get my cock in his mouth without him having to change his position. Kevin
had got so good at giving head, he could bring you off in minutes or he
could hold you off for an hour. Today he made it last for ten minutes and
then began to really turn on the pressure as he stuck his finger up my arse
and pressed on my button; using that to start me off and within seconds I
was filling his mouth with my seed. We separated and then just sat there
beside each other in our state of undress for a short while quietly
enjoying each other's presence. We ate our sandwiches and then got dressed
again and went back to our classes.  We would meet up again in the last two
periods for the day as they were a double English. As usual we sat together
and I was up against the wall, meaning that Kevin had safer accessibility
to me than I had to him. We were about ten minutes into the lesson when I
felt Kevin's hand on my leg moving up towards my cock. I didn't think too
much about this as it was typical practice for us when the situation
permitted. I felt him rub my cock to hardness through the material and then
he was undoing my fly to pull my cock out. But he didn't stop there for he
undid the clasp at the top of the fly so that he could spread the flaps
wide. He jacked me for a bit and then took his hand away and put it into
his own trousers pocket. I presumed that he was just adjusting himself and
so waited for his hand to come back. It did and then I felt something cold
and wet and realised he was doing something different. I looked down, but
the desk blocked my view and I couldn't lean back to see as this would
leave an open view for others to see as well. After a few minutes of
fiddling around, he did my trousers up again and then held his hand against
me there.  I could feel that there was something wet still inside my
trousers and by keeping his hand there, I could not do anything without
making a scene that would attract some unwanted attention. Kevin used his
left hand to scrawl a barely legible message, which after I had managed to
work it out, said 'I told you, you would pay for this morning - ha, ha.'  I
just had to wait till the lesson ended. And then wait some more, as we
waited for the classroom to clear. Finally I could examine the damage. I
looked down and there was a huge wet patch over the front of my trousers
making it look like I had pissed in my pants. I opened my fly and saw a
huge wadge of wet toilet paper wrapped around my stiff cock. It was as I
took the last of it out that I discovered that I also had a large wet patch
over the back of my trousers as well.  There was no way I could cover both
areas up without looking strange and getting even more attention.

"Come on, we'll miss our bus." He said urgently and grabbing my hand he
began to pull me out of the room.

Kevin was right. We did not have enough time to do something to try and
hide the wet patches and so I was forced to go out and suffer the snickers
of anyone who noticed it. I grabbed my case and dashed from the room
heading for the bus pick up point.  We only just made it in time and had to
get on a nearly full bus and walk to our somewhat reserved positions at the
back. They were only reserved because there was an unwritten pecking order
and as such our seats were at the back.  Even though I held my bag in
front, I know my wet patch did not go unnoticed and there were a few
sniggers from some kids who were too scared to laugh out loud. We sat down
at the back and I placed my bag in my lap to cover as much as possible from
prying eyes, but could not be too certain how successful I was being.

"You are in so much trouble!" I hissed at Kevin.

He just grinned and whispered back, "I told you I would get you. And I got
you good. Didn't I?"

"Well, just wait. Remember, when you least expect it."

"And just what should I be not expecting?"

"I don't know yet, and even if I did I wouldn't tell you. But you will know
it when it happens." I threatened.

We sat in companionable silence until we got to the stop that Kevin
normally gets off at.

"I will see you later." He said as he got up.

"Sure thing. Come prepared."

"Prepared for what?"

"If you don't know, then you are going to be a bit shocked when Brandon and
I get a hold of you." I grinned.

"Oh that; always prepared for it." Kevin said with a face which was
beginning to go red.

Kevin left the bus and I got off at the next stop, and walked the short
distance to Brandon's house, where as usual I had to wait a few minutes for
Brandon to get home. I had been looking down at my feet waiting to hear the
sound of the Shelley's car, when I was surprised with a shadow falling over
my space. Jerking my head up, Brandon asked, "Penny for your thoughts?"

"Oh hi. Where'd you come from?"

"From School. Where else?"

"I know that, but where's your mom and the car?"

"The car's in for a service, and mom's doing stuff in town until it's
ready. She won't be home until about six."

"Cool. Kevin says he is coming round after he has finished his homework."

"Yeah; I know. I think he wants us to make some plans for Friday."

"I think so. It might also be a good idea to decide at what stage we want
to do the fruity business."

"Maybe. At least we're going to do it. I was getting worried we would never
get the chance before you moved. That's why when mum talked about being
away for the night, I asked if we could stay here. She was going to try and
get me to stay with either you or Kevin, but we might not have had the
chance then."

"You clever guy, now can we go inside please, I've had these clothes on for
too long."

"You also have needed to piss haven't you?"

My wet patch was still visible. I groaned, "No; that was Kevin." I went on
to explain the circumstances and Brandon laughed till he almost got a wet
patch in the same place. Not because he was about to lose bladder control,
but because I was ready to piss on him for the pleasure he was getting from
my discomfort.

I took my bag up to his room and shed my clothes. I then walked down stairs
to see what Brandon was up to. I found him in the kitchen eating a
sandwich. I refused his offer of one and walked up to him to give him a
kiss hello. I then began to strip him while he kept on eating.  Sliding his
briefs down, I feasted my eyes on his bald pubic region. Sliding my hand up
his leg I fondled his balls and took his ramrod in my hand guiding it into
my mouth.  I really enjoy sucking cocks. Brandon swallowed his last
mouthful as his cock entered my mouth, and he looked down at me and said,
"Just the thing to top a sandwich." dropping his hands to feel my hair and
tickle my ears he began to sway in time to my rhythm, increasing the length
of the stroke by pulling back at the same time I did and pushing forward as
I moved down his cock. Sucking a plucked cock was definitely smoother than
sucking a shaved cock. I used my tongue to stimulate him even further
digging into his foreskin and then pushing it back to give my tongue access
to his special spot just under his helmet. At the same time I was letting
my fingers 'do the walking' discovering the feel of his balls again, but
this time in the smooth condition of being plucked. My other hand was
squeezing his bum and massaging his pucker. I felt his hole relax and
slipped my finger inside to make a search for his button. Whenever I felt
his balls begin to tighten, I knew he was getting close and I would ease
off for a bit, so that Brandon's pleasure was increased.  No. This was not
some unselfish act, but a mutual act of giving each of us increased
enjoyment. But Brandon eventually needed some release and he pleaded with
me to put two fingers in his bum at the same time and not to stop but to
bring him to his orgasm. By this time I was also willing to oblige and so
increased the vacuum pressure in my mouth as I sucked and bobbed up and
down on his prick. I slowly pushed both fingers in at the same time and
once they were in I spread them as wide as I could and then used one to
find his prostrate and when I had done so, I brought both fingers into play
either side of it, massaging and squeezing it.  The combined stimulation
caused his balls to pull up into his body and then he emptied his come down
my throat. When he had finished pumping out, I kept some in my mouth and
moved back up to kiss him and share his cum with him.  We stood like that
for quite some time as we swapped our tongues backwards and forwards
between our mouths. Finally Brandon broke away and said he wanted us to go
up to his room.  We gathered up his uniform and undies and went up.

He pushed me down onto his bed and came down over me to begin another long
kiss. Brandon moved his hand over the parts of my body he could access and
finally found my raging erection.  I had been hard since I slipped his cock
into mouth downstairs. Brandon slowly stroked my cock moving down from time
to time to feel my balls and slip a finger further round to reach and
gently rub my hole. Breaking our kiss again, he moved down my torso sucking
on my nipples and dipping his tongue into my belly button before reaching
my cock and ignoring the hard pole standing up he took one ball into his
mouth first and massaged it with his tongue. My other ball was next to
receive attention before he moved on to my dick. I was so ready by this
time he only had to suck for a few minutes, and didn't even get his finger
up my bum before I began to shudder in my orgasm. I just remained lying on
his bed, totally spent after I had finished cumming, and Brandon carried on
feeling my body, spending extra time around my dick looking for hairs to
pluck. Finding one, he quickly pulled it out, having kept the tweezers
handy beside his bed. After a while of his continuous ministrations to my
whole body, I had recovered sufficiently to begin returning the favours and
pretty soon we were both rock hard again, but I spent some time examining
him for hairs to pluck. As he and Kevin had not had that much time to
perform the job, he had quite a few which I was able to remove. We stayed
like that, just feeling and caressing each other until we heard Brandon's
mother return with the car. She was quite a bit earlier than we had thought
she would be. We got dressed in the minimum we needed to get by with his
folks (a pair of shorts each) and went down to greet his mom.

After we had got through the standard greetings Brandon's mother told us to
disappear for a bit while she got the tea on the go. "Just make sure you
are dressed again when you come down for it." She told us, making both of
us blush.

"Mo-othe-e-rrrr!" Brandon moaned, "You are not supposed to say things like
that."

"And why not? I know what you two, or three when Kevin's also around, get
up to.  I just want you to show some decorum when your father and I are
around."

"Yeah, ok mum, but do you have to remind us all the time that you have seen
us naked?"

"It does keep you behaving yourself a bit though."

"Come on Brandon; you'll not win any points by this. My mom's just as
bad. Let's just do as she asks."

We went off back to his room, and agreed that we would just keep our
clothes on then and leave the door a bit open so that if Mrs Shelley came
past she would know that we were still dressed.

"You know that I go around naked at home when it is just mom and me there,
and the other day she was asking me about being bald around my cock.  We
actually just sat down and talked about it, and I told her that I was
plucked not shaved."

"What did she say?" Brandon was amazed that mom and I had talked like
that. He knew that she and I were a lot freer around each other, but he had
not realised just how free that was.

"She wanted to know why I did it. Whether it was just for the feel or if it
was because it was someone else who helped to maintain my smoothness. So I
told her it was for both reasons."

"Man, I wish I could talk with my folks like that. Sometimes I think they
don't really understand why I am the way I am and wished that I was
straight."

"Why don't you try and raise the issue with whichever one of them you are
easiest with and see what happens. You never know; maybe you'll get a
response you don't expect but really want. But if you moan at them when
they say something a bit embarrassing, it will not help you."

"I don't know. I guess I'm a bit scared of getting the answer I don't want,
but expect."

"It couldn't be too bad because they know you're gay. They know you have
gay friends and have some level of sexual activity with those friends, and
they still are ok with that; so what can they say that would be so hard to
handle?"

"I don't really know. Maybe nothing, but I'm still a bit scared."

"Ok then we will have to do something about it."

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not sure. I'll have to give it a bit of thought and get back to you on
that. In the mean time, you also give it some thought."

"What do you have give some thought to?" Kevin asked as he walked into the
room.

Both Brandon and I jumped as we had not heard the door bell, and so were
not expecting someone else so close yet, "How did you get in?" Brandon
asked him.

"Your mom saw me walking up the path and let me in. Now what are we giving
thought to? I ask again."

"Brandon wants to ease his wariness of talking to his parents about his sex
life."

"Ah yes. I take it just dropping some details into a conversation is not a
solution then?"

"We don't know until we have given it some thought." Brandon said.

"Ok, Then; but while we are doing that can we also give some thought to
Friday?" Kevin asked getting right down to the reason he had really come
over for.

"We will have long enough together to be able to fuck and be fucked by
everyone else." I put in.

"I'm cool with that." Kevin agreed, "I think that we should do some
preparation so that we get the best enjoyment, like holding off for a few
days beforehand.  No cumming at all."

"How many days are you thinking of?" Brandon asked nervously.

"I was going to suggest we abstain from Wednesday onwards. Or in other
words, tomorrow is the last day we can have an orgasm. We can still have
some fun, just not a cum between us."

"Ok, but that will be pretty hard as we are all used to cumming at least
once a day." I said, "And with Brandon and me sleeping in the same bed, we
could end up doing something in our sleep, or at least half sleep, before
we realise what we are doing."

"I don't think you will get horny enough to go that far in two days." Kevin
said, "But if it does happen, I will graciously forgive you, and get the
most enjoyment because I will be the randiest one out of us."

"Now that that's settled, let's get on with today. Mick please close that
bedroom door and Kevin, please get all that excess skin covering off."

Seconds later, we were all naked and secure behind a locked door. I was not
taking any chances. It's one thing being naked in front of your own mom,
but to have someone else's mom see you, and all of you, is quite
another. Even one who saw you when you were asleep and you were not aware
of it at the time. We didn't need to talk about what we were going to do
then, we all just climbed onto Brandon's bed and began to do what we wanted
to whoever was in reach. As a result, Kevin ended up as piggy in the middle
with Brandon sucking on his cock and me rubbing my cock over his nipples as
he jacked Brandon's cock. I wanted to get a blow job and so I stopped
masturbating against Kevin's tits and began rubbing my cock on his lips. He
didn't need any further hints and as I rubbed, Kevin's tongue came out and
began investigating my penis. Then his free hand came up and took hold of
my balls and tugging on the bag, he used that to pull my cock into his
mouth, so that he could give me a proper blow job. He sucked, licked and
pushed his tongue under my foreskin to tickle my spot. Then he sucked my
cock down his throat deep and serious. I had not been deep-throated like
this before and was getting really close when Kevin beat me to it and in
the final lead up to his orgasm, he began moaning which caused some
sensational vibrations on my cock, and even though he was not pumping on
me, the vibrations from his voice box were enough to bring me to the brink
and then push me over. I think we must have come at the same time but Kevin
had no intention of letting go of my cock. He kept his hold on my balls and
tugged them closer to his face forcing my cock to stay in his mouth. I had
long since finished my orgasm, but my cock was still hard and still being
sucked on as if it was a baby's dummy. I don't know why, but I seemed to be
the choice recipient of spoiling by all me friends these days; and I was
thoroughly happy with that. Especially this time as Kevin had become so
good at giving head.  He kept my cock in his mouth and fired up long enough
that he could then begin to suck it in earnest for a second time and know
he could bring me to an orgasm whenever he chose to. When that had
eventually happened, he let go of my cock and declared that some day he was
going to see how long he could keep another guy stiff using only his
mouth. "I reckon the first time I am going to try for three hours." He
concluded.

"Well you have me as a willing subject" I offered.

"Me too." Brandon added.

That had brought it up to the time for Kevin to take his leave and head off
home.

"See you tomorrow," I said

"And I will see you on Friday if not before." Brandon chipped in.

"Yeah, see you guys." And Kevin waved back as he walked down the front
path.

We turned and went back inside. We intended to go back up to Brandon's
room, but his mother called to us from the Kitchen where she was preparing
the evening meal. Obediently we went through to the kitchen instead where
we were asked to set the table as tea was nearly ready.

"What have you boys got planned for Friday night?" Mrs Shelley asked.

Brandon gave me a look of horror, but I realised it was an opportunity to
see how being open and frank with her might help Brandon with his problem;
so I replied, "We haven't fully decided yet, but as it the last time I will
be around for a while, we think we should do something special." At the end
of that, Brandon was bright red with embarrassment, but I could tell he had
seen what I was attempting and he was going to try and make an effort.

"What sort of special are you meaning? Do you want me to get in a
particular type of food or is it more lotion and condoms you will need?"

Brandon was too shocked and had to sit down, but managed to say, "Maybe a
bit of both."

"Yes, well I thought it might be something like that. Have any of you had
anal sex before?" Mrs Shelley asked.

Brandon had wanted more freedom to discuss some of these issues with his
parents, but neither of us was too sure of getting this detailed.

"Mom, there are some things you just don't discuss with your parents,
please."

"Ok. I'm sorry. I just want you to know that we, that is your father and I,
are aware that you are having some sort of sexual activity with both Kevin
and Mick and while we would rather believe we have a sweet innocent little
boy, we are also realists and know that boys going through puberty get up
to a whole lot more than we want to admit to ourselves. I just want you to
know that though we would rather you did not go all the way, we also know
that if we banned you from it, it would make little difference as you would
just do it anyway if that is what you really wanted. So we will leave some
condoms and lube in the bathroom before we go. But please just be very
careful."

"Mom... uh ... umm... I ... um ... just want to say ... um ..."

"I think he just wants to say thank you." I interrupted.

"Yes; Mom I want to be able to talk these sorts of things over with you,
but just don't know how." Brandon blurted out.

"Brandon, it is awkward for all of us. I find it easy to talk with your
father about sexual things, but he finds it difficult. You are so much
younger than me and also the opposite sex, so there will naturally be some
awkwardness. We will just have to try and overcome them. Both your father
and I do love you and we want to help and support you as you grow up and
discover yourself; but we can only do so much without your input as well."

"I guess I kind of know that, but well... its ... embarrassing."

"Brandon, I know it's hard, but it does get easier." I said. "I really
think it is hard for both sides also, but I'm sure that my mom finds it
easier now than she did at first, and also I find it easier than it was at
the beginning."

"I'm sure Mick's right. We'll just have to be brave and be embarrassed
until things get easier as we go along." Mrs Shelley said. "Now you two run
along and do whatever it is that you gay boys do to amuse yourselves."

We both turned red at that last comment and went off to Brandon's room. It
seemed dinner tonight might be a little bit of a difficult affair.

We had been in Brandon's room, playing snap with a pack of cards for about
a half hour when we heard his father arrive and go through to the kitchen
to greet his wife. He then came and popped his head into the room to say
hallo to both of us before heading off to freshen up a bit before tea. Not
much later, we heard the call to go for our food and quickly abandoned the
game in favour of something of greater interest – filling our stomachs.

"Brandon, your mother has been filling me in a bit on the conversation
which happened a short while ago. I also find this sort of subject
difficult, but I will try because I want us all to feel we can talk to each
other about everything without the fear of getting into trouble or such
like. Not that that gives you excuses to go and do wrong things and then
think that if you tell us about it you will not have to bear the
consequences." Mr Shelley said.

"Thanks dad, I understand, I think. It's just that it is so difficult to
tell you guys how I feel about things, like Mick for instance, without
being embarrassed and not knowing how to say it and all that."

"Well how about you say it how you want to and only if we misinterpret it
do we need to try and go into a more detailed explanation." Mom Shelley
said.

"Yes and the same goes the other way. If we say something you're not sure
about, then you need to ask us to explain it also." Mr Shelley added. "Now
about the weekend, your mother has told me what she has agreed to and I
will make sure the necessary is present for it. But I want you guys to
understand that this is a very big step you are taking. I am not going to
try and stop you, but I would be wrong not to let you know that I would
rather you would wait for some years before trying that sort of thing
out. Apart from the fact that it is the equivalent of what heterosexual
people are encouraged to save until they are married, there is the risk of
your doing physical damage to each other. I know that you have probably
read a lot about it, but that is not the same as the physical act. Please
if you are determined to go through with it, please go very carefully and
remember if one doesn't want it, then he doesn't get forced into it. And
that goes for you to Mick. Mrs Shelley and I love you like another son, and
we want what is best for both of you and Kevin as well."

"Yes Mr Shelley, thank you." I said because I didn't really know how to
respond.

"Ok dad."

When the meal was over, Brandon and I escaped to his room again.

"Boy that was heavy going." Brandon said.

"Yes it was, but you will find that it gets easier. Remember your folks are
struggling with it as well."

"At least we are talking now though. I mean tonight that is the most we
have ever talked about my sex life."

"Hey not just your sex life, mine and Kevin's as well."

"Come on, let's go for our showers and get ready for bed. I've had a heavy
day at school on top of this afternoon and evening. And I still want to get
in some more loving before we stop on tomorrow."

"Brandon, we're stopping on Wednesday, tomorrow's Tuesday."

"Not quite, we agreed we would not let ourselves have an orgasm from
Wednesday, which means the last orgasms are on Tuesday which means we stop
tomorrow."

"Ok I get it, well we've got a lot to cover then, let's go." I went over to
my bag which I hadn't yet unpacked and began to get my stuff out. Brandon,
meanwhile, simply picked up a pair of sleeping shorts and headed straight
for the bathroom. I followed a few seconds behind with my soap bag and a
pair of shorts.

We stripped off in the bathroom and climbed into the cubicle together. Of
course as we washed each other down we spent some time bringing pleasure to
each other and were sporting our usual after shower boners by the end. We
dried ourselves off, rather than each other, so that our boners would go
down, and then dressed. Solely in our sleeping shorts we headed out to say
our good nights to Brandon's parents.

"Goodnight dears." Mrs Shelley said. "Sleep well."

"Goodnight boys, and don't make too much noise before you actually settle
down for sleep." Mr Shelley said indicating he had a good idea of what we
were going to be doing before we shut our eyes in true sleep.

Back in Brandon's room we lost our shorts and jumped into bed to cling
together in an embrace which allowed our lips to connect and our bodies to
touch at various points and our hands free to roam over other parts of each
others bodies. Our shower erections were soon back and our hands began to
bring each other to a heightened state ready for our mouths to consume each
others appendages in a mutually agreeable 69.



Well that's it for this chapter. Hope you are still enjoying the story. If
you want more, please write and tell me so. My address is at the beginning
of the story.

Rick