Date: Tue, 16 Mar 1999 13:56:18 PST
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Simon's Story part 15

WARNING:

	This story may contain descriptions of sexual acts between boys of
similar ages. If this is not to your tastes or is not legal in your
locality, please leave now! The story and its associated characters are
entirely fictional and any resemblance to people, living or otherwise,
is purely coincidental.  Some parts of the story have been idealised.
	The author has copyrighted this story.  A single copy had been placed
in the Nifty Archive. Do not distribute it to any newsgroups and/or
other web-sites without permission from the author.
	This has developed into a bit of a novelette and you may find it easier
to read the previous parts first.

Classification: Kleenex

Simon's Story Part 15:
Weekend Camp The Second Night

	The boys had been sat around talking for a while when there was a call
for Simon from outside the tent. It was the SPL's voice. Simon walked
over to the tent door and looked out before slipping his trainers on and
going out. Skip and the SPL were sat in the dining shelter.
	"Is every thing OK Simon?" Asked the SPL.
	"Fine. The Patrol is working as well as ever. Why?" Simon asked.
	"It's OK we're just checking as it is the first time you have run a
Patrol on your own." The SPL said.
	"Good. We didn't think you'd have a problem but we had to check." Skip
said.
	"What's happening to Mr Squeaky?" Simon asked. "The lads keep asking
and I don't know what to tell them."
	"You won't be seeing much of him for the rest of camp. He is in with me
contemplating his future as a Patrol Leader. You know we expect the
highest standards from the PL's and he let the team down." The SPL
answered.
	"So I am running the Patrol for the foreseeable future then?" Simon
asked back.
	"You could put it that way. Does the responsibility feel heavy?" Skip
asked.
	"I am more worried about letting the Patrol down than anything else."
	"Don't worry. You've not had any training yet so we are expecting you
to make some mistakes. All we ask is that you do your best and we both
know that you will."
	"Thanks for trusting in me." Simon said feeling very proud.
	"Don't stay up too late. Tomorrow may have an easy start, but there is
a lot of work to be done."
	"OK." Simon replied before leaving them and returning to the tent. As
he walked away he heard Skip and the SPL talking. He was sure he heard
one of them ask the other if they thought he would be able to take the
job on. It wasn't until he went back into the tent that he noticed that
the PLs kit had gone too. The others were sitting talking quietly when
he sat down.
	"How about a game of dare. Si'?" Robert asked with a cheeky grin. Simon
knew this would be his biggest test yet if he agreed and also if he
didn't. Simon considered his answer carefully.
	"Ok. But for 20 minutes only and not outside the Patrol's campsite." He
said authoritatively.
	"James is dare master first." Robert declared. It was their custom to
start with the youngest and work up. James just sat there grinning like
the proverbial Cheshire Cat.
	"Ok Thomas. Your dare is to kiss any two bare bums." James said with a
wicked smile. Thomas looked around the group. He wasn't sure how Alex
was going to react so he pointed to Robert first. Robert calmly stood up
and dropped his joggers and pants before bending over. There was a
squeaky sucking sound before a soft pop that indicated the first kiss
was complete. He looked round the group until he got to Simon. Simon
stood up slowly and turned round before showing them his bum. He bent
over and there was a little giggle from him as Thomas's lips made
contact. Thomas sat down satisfied his dare was over for the time being.
	"Robby, you have to strip off and let anyone I choose measure your
willy. Soft and hard." James said as Simon looked at him. Simon looked
at Robert and shrugged his shoulders. Robert stripped off and lay back.
He had decided that if he was to be measured then the measurer was going
to have to do all the work.
	"Alex." James said. Alex looked in horror, first at Robert and then at
Simon. His face flushed as he took the small ruler from James. He turned
to Robby.
	"It's ok Alex. Just imagine you are measuring your own." Robert tried
to reassure him, but it didn't really help much. Nervously Alex reached
out, but just as he was about to touch Robert his nerve failed and he
scurried off and hid his face in his sleeping bag.
	"OK guys. That's it for tonight. Get yourselves undressed and in to
bed." Simon instructed them. He was mainly interested in taking the
pressure off of Alex, but time was getting on too. Neither James nor
Thomas was happy with this instruction, but knew better than to argue
with Simon. One by one the torches (flashlights) went out. Simon
however, notice that Thomas and James had moved their sleeping bags
closer to the front door of the tent and were now huddled very close
together. Robert had copied Simon's trick of joining their sleeping bags
together and was lying next to Alex. Simon just smiled, got undressed
and slipped in to bed.
	Robert's arm immediately curled around his neck and pulled them
together. What Simon hadn't noticed was his other arm was stretched out
and gently brushing Alex's hair back from his face.
	"Robby, I don't mind if you and Si' wanna . . . you know." Alex said
quietly.
	"Thanks." Robert replied. "But that would leave you playing gooseberry
and that wouldn't be right."
	Alex smiled at him.
	"Robby. Can I ask you a personal question?" Alex asked.
	"Sure what is it?"
	"Do you and Si' . . . wanna do me?"
	Robert was taken back by the forthrightness of the question. He didn't
really know what to say. "If you want to play along, you can, but no-one
is going to make you do anything you don't want to. Does that answer
your question?" Simon just lay there. He knew that Robert was more
diplomatic than he was and if they were to stand any chance at all
Robert had to do the talking.
	"Do you want to have some fun with us?"  Robert asked Alex.
	"I don't know. I'm not gay or anything like that, but for some reason
it interests me. Do you know what I mean?"
	"Yea, kind of. I always wondered what it was like to make love to a
girl." Robert fell silent. Alex had taken hold of his hand and was
gently holding it against his chest. Robert could only guess and hope
what was going to happen next, but his dreams weren't to be. Alex curled
his own fingers around himself and as he did so, he let out a quiet
gasp. It was the first time he had ever done this with anyone else
around.
	Robert started moving his hand gently stroking up and down Alex's
chest. Alex by now was totally engrossed by the new and exciting
feelings he was experiencing, the thrill of having someone else so close
to him as he took his pleasure to the limit. Simon propped himself up on
one elbow.
	"Robby are you . . ." Simon started to say, but Robby shushed him.
	"Pleeeease." Alex started to say but it was too late. Robert too
realised there was a new problem to be dealt with.
	"Hold on. I'll clean it up." Robert said quietly to Alex as he
disentangled himself from Simon. A few seconds later as Alex's sleeping
bag zip was being pulled down, Robert handed him some tissues.
Temptation proved too much for Robert as Alex started to clean himself
up he sneaked a quick preview of Alex's pride and joy.
	The boys settled down for the night. Thomas and James were engrossed in
some game or other and Simon had to quieten them down several times.
Alex, Simon and Robert on the other hand lay quietly. Simon and Robert
were both snuggled down together and were happy just to lay together and
cuddle. Alex though, was feeling left out. He wasn't sure about the
games the others the others were playing, but he knew he hated being
left out. He moved his sleeping bag closer to Robert and when he was
close by him he carefully reached his arm over and stroked the back of
Robert's head. Robert rolled on to his back and hugged Alex to him being
very careful not to trigger another accident.
	The morning dawned bright and fresh, unfortunately the boys didn't. At
around 8 o'clock skip wandered around the campsite. Most of the Patrols
were up and about, but one wasn't. Simon's. Skip looked in through the
doors of the tent. He smiled as he remembered his days as a Scout.
Fortunately the boys had all moved around in the night and were in a big
huddle in the middle of the tent making it hard to distinguish who was
huddled up with who. Skip glanced at his watch before walking to their
dining shelter. He picked up the big billy and the ladle. He hadn't done
this since he was a PL himself. Carefully he opened the tent doors at
either end of the tent before he started banging the billy with the
ladle.
	The boys woke with a start and the next few moments saw boys diving out
of bed in instant panic as they tossed dirty clothes and bedding all
over the place as they looked for something to wear. Eventually they
emerged from the tent and were greeted by Skip and the rest of the
Troop, laughing. They had made a superb comedy sketch which the others
appreciated even if they didn't. Skip told them it was too late for
breakfast, but Simon had an ace up his sleeve. Simon and Alex walked
across to the dining shelter and opened their food box. It was crammed
full of straw. Skip looked on knowingly as the others looked puzzled.
Thomas and James were busy cleaning the table down and preparing it for
breakfast. Robert in the mean time was sorting the tent out. A few
minutes later all five of them were sat down eating a warm breakfast of
porridge that had been cooking overnight in a hay box. The only thing
that was missing was a hot drink and that would be ready when the
washing up was completed.
	"Well Simon, you seem to have everything organised." Skip said with a
satisfied smile.
	"I had a good teacher, besides I know what I am like in the mornings."
He chuckled softly to himself as he glanced quickly at Robert. Robert
was the one behind the hay box idea despite his PL's objections. They
were all glad he had talked the PL round to the idea.
	After breakfast, the Troop donned uniform and fell in around the flag.
According to tradition, they held a Scouts' Own. A sort of simple church
service that the Scouts themselves organise and run. Most of the boys
disliked singing, but Simon, Robert and James made up for that by
singing a recent hit from the charts that could be interpreted to have
religious ulterior meanings. By the end of Scouts' Own, the whole Troop
were feeling very happy and whistling or humming the same tune.
Something Simon, Robert and James would regret later when the tune would
get on their nerves.
	The morning was spent dismantling and putting away the pioneering
projects from the previous day. It wasn't the most favourite of jobs,
but a high degree of team work soon had it completed leaving the boys
some time to start packing their own gear ready for camp to be struck
and the journey home later that afternoon.
	Simon's Patrol had just sat down to lunch when the SPL came running
over.
	"Simon! Simon! You have to see Skip immediately!" He said breathing
hard. Robert looked at Simon as Simon returned his look.
	"Alex. Take over the Patrol. Robert, come with me." Simon ordered.
Simon knew it was going to be something serious because the SPL never
ran anywhere. He always sent one of the younger boys. Simon, Robert and
the SPL all ran off to Skip's tent. Skip was standing by the door with
Robert's dad sat quietly in one corner.
	"Simon, you're mum has been admitted to hospital." Skip said calmly.
Simon's eyes lit up.
	"The baby!" There was a pause. "But that isn't due yet, not for another
few weeks." Simon said excitedly.
	"I know." Said Robert's dad. "But there is something else." He paused.
Simon looked at him with an expression of suspense. Robert wrapped his
arms around Simon from behind and hugged him tight. "Your mum started
labour prematurely and your dad was driving her to the hospital when,"
he paused again, "when there was an accident." Simon's heart pounded.
Robert could feel it through his chest. Robert's face was almost as pale
as Simon's. "A van hit the drivers side of the car."
	"NOOOOOOOO!" Simon yelled at the top of his voice. The birds scattered
from the treetops as his voice rang out.
	"Come along son. Let's get you to the hospital." Robert was shaking
from the shock of the news and Simon was almost a gibbering wreck as
Robert's dad took both boys to his car. The journey to the hospital was
slightly longer than it might have been. A point Simon picked up on, but
Robert's dad didn't say why he hadn't taken the more direct route, which
would have taken them past the wreckage of his dad's car.
	They arrived at the hospital and as they walked from the car, Simon was
shaking like a leaf. All he could think about was his parents. How happy
they were together, all three of them. How they had smiled and waved as
he left them on the Friday evening. What was he going to see? As they
got closer to the Emergency entrance he became more and more scared.
	"Hey! Take it steady. That's my hand you're crushing!" Robert said as
the pain became unbearable. Simon eased his grip without looking at
Robert. They went in and Robert's dad talked to the girl at the desk
before they sat down for a few moments. A doctor came over and after
talking to Robert's dad for a few moments, before leading them to
Simon's mother.
	They entered the room. Simon's mother was laying there. She looked
pale, but was conscious.
	"Mum." Simon said trying hard not to let his emotions show. "How are
you?" He asked as he wrapped his arms around her neck carefully avoiding
the tubes and wires.
	"Hello son." She said in a voice that was barely louder than a whisper.
Simon couldn't control his emotions any longer and they broke like a dam
and his tears flowed like water as it rushes on its way down a valley.
"There. There." She said trying to calm him.
	"How's the baby?" He asked through his tears, but he never received an
answer.
	"MUM! MUM!" Simon cried as Robert and his dad tried to ease him away so
the doctors and nurses could do their job. The noises from the equipment
had changed from beeps to continuous tones and Simon realised the worst.
Robert was sat in a chair. He was pale and crying freely when Simon sat
on his lap and wrapped his arms around him and hugged him so tightly
that Robert feared for his life, but he never said a word. The two boys
did their best to console each other. If the truth was know, both boys
thought almost as much of the other's parents as they did there own.
	Robert's dad was talking to one of the doctor's who was planning on
performing a caesarean in an attempt to save the baby. Robert's dad and
the boys left the room. Robert's mother was sat outside. The news had
brought her straight over from Church. Robert tried his best to comfort
Simon as his parent's tried their best to support both of them. They all
knew some difficult times were ahead of them.
	"Where's my dad?" Simon asked through his tears and his sobs.
	"He's in surgery at the moment and all we can do to help him at the
moment is pray. Let's just stay here for a while." Robert's dad said.
	A few minutes later they heard the cries of a newborn baby. Simon's
expression changed as he realised that his dad and he were the only
family this poor little baby had in the world. The door opened and the
doctor walked over to Robert's parents and spoke quietly to them before
talking to Simon. Simon entered the room; he looked first at his mother
who was covered up before going over to the nurse who was holding his
baby brother.
	"May I?" He asked the nurse. She started explaining to him how to hold
the baby. He tried to explained he had been to antenatal classes with
his mother, but it fell on deaf ears. Carefully he held the little
bundle as tears of joy mixed with tears of grief. Robert was stood by
his side trying hard to smile. Up until now he had never successfully
imagined Simon in the role of brother.
	"Well little one. I want you to meet your Uncle Robert." Simon said
softly. Robert's eyes refilled with tears yet again. His love for Simon
was only equalled by his love for his parents and this little boy came a
close second with his own brother. Simon turned to face his mother. He
carefully drew the sheet back from over her face and lay the baby on her
chest. It would be the only time they would ever meet, but Simon knew in
his heart that meet they must.
	"So what's the baby's name?" The nurse asked. Looking at Robert's
parents.
	"Michael Robert." Simon answered without looking away from his mother
or his brother. The nurse looked at Simon in surprise.
	"The fair one is ours and I guess the other two are too for the time
being." Robert turned to his dad and gave him the biggest hug ever. He
suddenly realised just how much his parents had come to love Simon.
	"Can I take little Michael up to see our dad when he comes out of
surgery?" Simon asked trying hard to regain control of his tears.
	"I can't see any problem with that as long as you take one of the
nurses with you." The doctor replied with a smile. "But for now, can we
put him into a cot so he can rest?"
	"Where do I have to lay him?" Simon asked trying hard to squeeze every
moment he could out of what little time he would be allowed to hold his
little brother.
	"Follow me." The nurse said as she led the way to a side ward. Simon
carefully lay the baby down on his back. Just before drawing the covers
up he very gently kissed little Michael on the forehead. He turned and
left the room. Robert found him out in the hallway; tears were flowing
freely again as they both hugged each other long and hard. Robert's dad
hugged the two boys to him as he eased them to a nearby chair and sat
down. For the time being the three of them shared in a common loss and
tried desperately to console each other.
	"Mike has just come out of theatre." Robert's mother said with a very
solemn expression and tone to her voice. The three guys all knew that
Mike's condition was still critical and could still go either way.
Robert's mum led them up to the recovery room, her arm was wrapped round
her husband and Robert's was wrapped around Simon. When they arrived,
the nurse gave Robert and Simon a puzzled look before trying to take
Robert's dad off to one side to talk to him, but he insisted they all
stay together. She explained that Mike had sustained multiple serious
injuries any one of which could still become life threatening. He stood
a better chance now, but his chances still weren't very good. Simon's
expression didn't change. He couldn't feel any worse than he did
already.
	Robert's parents went in to see Mike first. He just lay there with even
more tubes and wires coming from him than his wife had. Robert's dad
left. It nearly broke his heart to see his life-long friend lying there.
	"Wait a minute son." Robert's dad said to Simon as he gave him a hug
before sitting down and burying his face in his hands.
	Simon entered the room fearing the worst. He let out a gasp when he saw
his father lying there. He could feel the tears building up inside him
when he heard his mother's voice "be brave son, be brave. Little Michael
needs you." He looked around as hope suddenly brightened his gloomy
heart, but he realised he was only imagining he was hearing a voice he
would never hear again. Simon sat down in the chair beside the bed and
carefully took his father's hand in his own. Simon just sat there
looking and praying for his father to get better. Robert's mother just
stood there with her hand on his shoulder trying to reassure him without
breaking his thoughts.
	"Son." Came a quiet voice. "You are the man of the house now, at least
until I am better."
	"Dad!" Simon said with surprise. "I have some one to show you. I'll be
right back!" Simon quickly walked out of the room before running back
through the halls to collect his brother. He returned a few minutes
later and gently held up his little brother for his father to see.
	"Dad, this is Michael Robert. Your youngest son." Simon said proudly as
he very carefully lay the infant on Mike's right arm so he cuddle the
baby.
	"Can you fetch Robby for me?" Mike asked.
	"I'll go." Robert's mother said leaving what was left of a shattered
family together. Robert came in and sat on Simon's knee, wrapping an arm
round his shoulders as he did so.
	"Boys, I know I have sometimes been hostile towards you and the way you
are, but I want you to know that I truly am happy that you have both
found true love and I want you both to promise me that you will look
after Michael and yourselves." Mike looked at each boy in turn. They
could both see in his eyes how much he loved them. Robert and Simon both
bent forward and wrapped an arm around Mike and the baby as they lay
their heads gently on his blanket covered chest. They stay there for
what seemed like hours until a continuous high-pitched whistle suddenly
shattered the quiet of the room.
	Robert's mum pulled the boys away and picked up the baby ushering them
all out of the room. The nurse took the baby as Robert's parents tried
to console what to them now seemed like their extended family. The
doctor confirmed Simon's worst fears a few minutes later. They were all
shown to a side room where they were allowed to start grieving in peace
and privacy.

	If you have any comments please email me at teller_of_tales@hotmail.com
as usual flames will be ignored. I would like to thank LordVader for his
help proof reading the story. Thanks.