Date: Tue, 25 Aug 1998 11:54:36 PDT
From: TellerOf Tales <teller_of_tales@hotmail.com>
Subject: Simon's Story part 6

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 and ASSGM Archives. Do not distribute it to any newsgroups 
and/or other web-sites without permission from the author.

To understand this part of Simon and Robert's on-going story better I 
suggest you read Simon's Story parts 1 to 5 before starting this part.

Classification: tt mast spank anal

Simon's Story Part 6:
Fallout


Simon met Robert at his house the following morning. It was still too early
to head off to school so they sat chatting quietly in the sitting room.
Most of the talk was about the 6-year-old with cancer that they had met
when in hospital and how they could help make life more comfortable for
others like him.

Robert also had another more pressing worry on his mind. "What about the
fat kid? He's sure to make more trouble this week, and he's in most of my
classes."

"Don't worry. James sorted him out last week. It's the other two we need to
worry about. You know, those two older guys that gave us a hard time last
Friday." Simon replied. "If they get their friends together we could be in
big trouble!"

"After that beating they might even go for us when we are alone." Robert
said nervously. He wasn't much of a fighter despite James's attempts to
teach him some Judo.

The boys left for school. Every thing seemed pretty normal as they went in.
There were small groups of kids dotted around the place but no one seemed
to be paying them undue attention. Even their tutor room was relatively
quiet. The fat kid just stared silently. No remarks or sly digs, nothing.
The morning was just the same as any other. At lunchtime the boys were out
in the playground. James, Greg and Thomas were chasing a football round the
playground, which left Simon and Robert on their own.

They were sitting on the wall around a raised flowerbed when a ball came
flying over and hit Simon in the face. He fell backwards onto the
flowerbed. Some boys came over looking for their ball and the fat kid was
with them. Robert knew trouble was just around the corner.

Simon was a little disorientated when he heard a yell from Robert. He was
still lying amongst the flowers. As he started to sit up a fist hit him
hard in the stomach. He fell back down amongst the flowers. He recognised
one of the boys. It was Chris, the kid that took a beating from them the
previous Friday.

"Now shit for brains! It's my turn!" Simon was forcefully pulled out of the
flowerbed by his arms. He struggled as hard as he could but couldn't break
free of the two older boys that were holding him up.

"No one drops me and gets away with it, CUNT!" From one blow Simon heard
the most tremendous cracking sound as his eyes started to water. His vision
blurred and he had that horrible ammonia like smell. Blood was flowing
freely from his nose down over his mouth and chin. He was scared his nose
had been broken. Chris had one final surprise for Simon. He brought his
knee up hard and fast between Simon's legs leaving him crumpled up in a
heap on the floor surrounded by a pool of his own blood.

Robert was faring a little better at William's hands. He took a severe
kicking before he too received a good hard kick in the balls. "Fuck off out
of here! This school is for normal kids and not for the likes of you. Arse
Fucker!" William shouted.

It was all over in 3 - 4 minutes. Rumours of the fight spread round the
school faster than light along with exaggerated details of the action.
Simon was annoyed, more at himself than anything else; he hadn't even hit
one of them and got a bloody nose into the bargain. Knowing what the
teachers were like they both headed for the toilets, as fast as they could,
and cleaned themselves up.

Fortunately for Simon his nose wasn't broken and by the end of lunch they
looked pretty much the same as usual apart from a few green stains on their
shirts and a slightly unusual walk. The rest of the afternoon was pretty
routine and just before school ended for the day their tutor Ms. Wilson
asked them both to stay behind.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked them. The boys just turned and
looked at each other.

"No Miss." Robert answered for both of them.

"So what was all the trouble about at lunch time?"

"What trouble Miss?" Simon asked.

"Don't give me that. You two were in a fight and I guess things didn't go
your way judging by the talk around school. So come on get it off your
chests!" Ms. Wilson was normally pushy but on this occasion she excelled
herself.

"It was just a misunderstanding. That's all."

"About what?" She asked. There was total silence. "Come on!" There was
another longer pause.

"Some one threw a ball and it hit me in the face knocking me backward onto
the flowers and things got a little out of hand. That's all Miss."

"Show me your hands. Both of you." She carefully looked at their hands,
back and front. "You two obviously didn't do much which means you were on
the receiving end of it and still you stick up for these thugs." Again
there was silence. "How about if I tell you what was going on?" She asked.

"Miss?" Robert said questioningly.

"Rumour has it that you two aren't the same as most boys." She was watching
their reactions closely. "I don't mean physically but in your
relationships." Both Robert and Simon tried to suppress their surprise but
failed miserably. "So there is some truth to it. How long have you been "
she paused for a moment trying to choose the right words "together"?

"What do you mean Miss?" Robert tried to ask innocently.

"You know what I mean. You're an item, a couple, aren't you?" Both Simon
and Robert blushed profusely making it impossible to deny it even if they
wanted to.

"Yes miss." Simon said almost proudly.

"Yes miss." Robert added following Simon's lead.

"I thought so. You have both been closer this term, much closer and almost
inseparable when you share the same classes. I'm not saying you have done
anything wrong, far from it. Just be careful. A lot of the kids around here
have bad attitudes towards non-conformists. You might do better if you
tried enlightening them, discretely mind you, rather than fighting them.
Other wise you will probably come off worst in the end. Here take these and
read them." She said handing them some leaflets. "They suggest places you
can go and talk to people who have experienced what you are going through.
They might be able to help you through this rough patch."  Both Simon and
Robert sat there thinking about what Ms. Wilson had said. It made sense to
them besides; they might even meet others their own age in the same or a
similar situation.

"Thanks Miss." They both said almost together.

"Go on, get out of here." The boys stood up and as they started to turn
away.

"You won't tell anyone will you Miss. Please." Robert asked.

"Not unless I have to." She smiled and some how the boys felt a strange
understanding with her.

Thomas, James and Greg were waiting for them at the school gates.

"Where have you been? We've been waiting for hours." James asked.

"We had to stay behind." Simon explained without going into detail. Simon
and Robert walked together with the others who slowly went their own way.
Both boys had been strangely quiet all the way home. They had been polite
to their friends but didn't say any more than they had to.

When they got back to Robert's they let themselves in and went straight up
to his bedroom. They got themselves comfortable on the bed and started
reading through the leaflets they had been given. They were mainly about
support groups and counselling.  There was a group that specialised in
helping young people.

"These look good. Why don't we phone them and see what they say?" Robert
asked Simon.

Simon carefully read the leaflet through. "Seems ok."

They headed off downstairs and after asking to use the phone they called
the group. They spent a few minutes chatting to them and eventually agreed
to go and see them the next day after school. Robert explained what they
were going to do to his mum.  She appeared relieved. They had no idea that
she, together with Simon's mother, had been talking to their tutor,
Ms. Wilson. Simon left for home a little later and confirmed with Robert
that his mother was happy for them to go ahead later on by phone.

School was pretty mediocre the next day. The wind-ups and snide remarks
continued but there were no major dramas. Straight after school the boys
headed off to the address on the leaflet.

They knocked on the door and were let in by a young lad, Peter, who
appeared to be no more than 16. This encouraged them a little but both were
really nervous about discussing their private lives with a stranger. As it
turned out Peter was also gay. He spent some time making sure they
understood the legalities of their relationship before relaxing and just
letting them tell him what they wanted to.

An hour or so later Robert and Simon left feeling as though some one had
removed a ton weight from their shoulders. They now realised that they
weren't the only ones in their situation. Peter had explained that they
would only meet other lads, and lasses, when the others were willing to
meet them. They all knew exactly what it was like to face ridicule and
scorn.

The next day at school was a turning point for Robert. Despite meeting
Peter the previous night the pressure from other people was starting to get
to him. At morning break he finally broke.

A kid about Robert's age shouted. "Hey, Robert. How's your bum chum this
morning? Did he give you a good one last night?" Robert turned and looked
the kid square in the eyes and just stared at him. He was shaking all
over. His palms were sweating and there were beads of perspiration starting
to build up on his forehead. He didn't know weather to explode or just lay
down and die.

"Oy, poofter, where's your bum boy today?" Robert's heart was racing and he
was breathing very quickly now. He started to go dizzy and then nothing.
The next thing he knew he was laying on the ground.

"Lay still Robby. It's ok. You passed out." Simon said reassuringly in his
ear.  Robert could think of nothing else but Simon. He fought to get hold
of him. Nothing was going to get in his way.

"Calm down Robert. Calm down." Said one of the teachers. He continued to
struggle. He had to get hold of Simon. That was all he wanted. Simon had
never seen him like this before. He was scared that there was something
wrong then a voice behind him gently said.

"Hold him." He glanced over his shoulder. It was Ms. Wilson. She nudged him
gently forward. That was all he needed. He moved like the wind and gently
and lovingly lifted Robert up into his arms. They hung on to each other as
though it was there last ever chance of being together. Robert was still
breathing very quickly and Simon gently held a bag to Robert's mouth and
nose as a teacher told Robert to concentrate on slowing his breathing down.
After a few minutes Simon lead Robert off to the sick room where Robert
gave in to his major desire at that moment and kissed Simon long and hard.

There was the sound of a woman clearing her throat behind them. It was Ms.
Wilson. She looked at them in a strange way. Almost as if she knew just how
they felt.  She said nothing.

"Can you give this number a ring and ask for Peter please Miss?" Simon
asked trying to fight his way through his embarrassment.

"Your Counsellor?" She asked. Simon just nodded yes. She went away and
Simon picked up where he and Robert had left off. A few minutes later
Ms. Wilson returned.

"Peter can't come over at the moment, he's at school but Philip is on his
way. You two just wait in here and behave." She smiled as she turned and
left. Again the boys felt as if she understood how they felt. This puzzled
them both. About 10 minutes later there was a knock at the door and Simon
let in a man. He introduced himself as Philip, Peter's colleague. They
spent over an hour talking. They found out why Robert had fainted. It was
due to hyperventilation and a panic attack. The pressure of the situation
and those around him had brought it on.

Robert was much calmer now and it wasn't until Ms. Wilson pointed out that
Simon had hugged Robert out in the playground that they realised their
relationship was now common knowledge around school. The playground had
been cleared but there were still a lot of people watching from a distance.

There was a gentle tap on the door. Ms. Wilson opened it and James came
rushing in. It took her by surprise when he went straight over and hugged
them both before realising they weren't alone. Thomas just peered around
the door.

"What's going on here?" She said quite loudly to James. He blushed and
tried to hide his face in his shirt. "That sort of behaviour won't be
tolerated young man!" Her tone softened as she waved Thomas in. "It's
alright. Robert's fine. Now off to your lessons you two. Now!"

James and Thomas scooted off, apparently to their lessons, happier now that
they knew Robert was ok but both had 1001 questions that couldn't wait
until lunchtime.  Robert stood up and made ready to leave.

"Are you ready for this?" She asked.

"Yes miss. The longer I leave it, the harder it's going to be." He did
however pick up the paper bag, fold it neatly, and put it in his pocket.
"Just in case." He said with a grim. As he was leaving he said.

"Thanks Miss." And moved as though he was going to hug her but Simon just
coughed lightly causing Robert to change his mind. They met up with Thomas
and James who were lurking just around the corner. James started asking
questions faster than anyone could answer them but was palmed off with
"Leave it until lunch time."

The rest of the day was less eventful. It was the girls now that puzzled
Simon and Robert. They seemed to be more interested in them. Simon and
Robert's other friends stayed pretty close to them when they had the
opportunity but Robert was left pretty much on his own during class. That
evening when he got home he discovered that the school had made the
obligatory phone call and every thing had been explained to his mother.

"How are you feeling now son?" She asked as he entered the front door.

"Fine. I don't understand what all the fuss was about."

"You pass out at school and worry us all and all you can say is 'you don't
understand what all the fuss was about.' You ungrateful sod!" Simon
interrupted and gave Robert a hard stare. He could see the tears starting
to build up in his eyes.

"Come here son." His mother said as she stretched out her arms towards him.
Robert sat down with a bump on the settee beside her and the hugged long
and hard.  "You know Simon is right. Don't you?" He nodded without
releasing the hug. The phone started ringing.

"I'll get it!" Simon said not wanting to disturb the touching scene before
him.  Although they couldn't hear what was said clearly it was obvious that
it was someone Simon knew. He poked his head around the door.

"It's Peter. He'd like to know if he and Philip could come round and talk
to us tonight? They are a little concerned about what happened today."

"That's the counsellor guy isn't it?" Robert's mother asked.

"Yes." Simon answered. His mother looked questioningly at Robert. He just
looked back at her.

"What time? I'd like his father here." Simon disappeared but returned
pretty quickly.

"Around 8 if that's ok?"

"No problem." Simon passed the message on to Peter and hung up the phone.
He sat down beside Robert and gently put an arm around him.

"I think you should stay for tea and help me look after this one. I'll give
your mum a ring and let her know." Simon nodded and before long Robert was
hugging him just as tightly as he had his mother while she went to the
phone and then started preparing tea for them all.

"What's wrong with Robby?" Asked Squirt.

"He had a funny turn at school today Squirt. There's nothing to worry about
though." Simon said reassuringly to Robert's younger brother. Squirt
wriggled his way in between Robert and Simon and it wasn't long before he
was sat on his brother's lap with Simon now edged out.

The brothers sat there talking for nearly 20 minutes and by the time they
had finished Robert looked much more cheerful than he had almost all
day. Robert's father came home and after tea the three boys tidied the
living room ready for the visitors.  Squirt sat in the window looking out
for the guests. Robert had made a conscious decision that including him
would be much more beneficial this time and far less complicated. His
father agreed.

"They're here." Called a squeaky little voice as a car pulled up outside.
"There's three of them!" Another chair was hurriedly brought in from the
kitchen and Robert, with Simon at his side, let them in.

Peter did the introductions and they soon found out that Mark, the third
guest, was Peter's partner and Philip was their counsellor and mentor. For
the next couple of hours there was an awful lot of talking. It was mainly
about their emotions and how they were coping with the stress their
situation had generated, not only for them but also for their families.
They were all told about different ways of dealing with the stress.

Simon and Robert went up stairs with Peter and Mark who spoke about their
relationship and how they overcame the difficulties they encountered. For
the relatively short time they spent talking together both Simon and Robert
learned a lot and if anything became even closer having seen, that despite
their age, it was possible to battle through all of the bigotry and
prejudism. For the first time since their relationship developed they
didn't feel alone!

Simon was allowed to stop over that night. An event that wasn't usually
permitted on school nights but that day hadn't been a normal day either.
Simon sorted himself out in the bathroom while Robert spent some time with
Squirt who had a large number of questions before he too slid into bed
beside Simon.

"Hey. You've got your skiddies on." Robert said disappointedly.

"We've got school tomorrow and we both need some sleep."

"They won't stop me." Robert replied. He disappeared beneath the blankets
and before too long he was proven right as he emerged triumphantly from
beneath the bedclothes waving Simon's boxers like a flag.

"Are you happy now?" Simon asked feeling a little vexed at his lover's
persistence and determination.

"I will be shortly." Robert responded with a big grin on his face. Simon
gave in gracefully, which made a change for him. "Si' what do you think
about us when we're apart?" Simon just looked at Robert. It's not the sort
of question he usually asked and caught him by surprise.

"Oh. I don't know." He said thinking briefly. "There's a song by the Everly
brothers about dreaming."

"Sing it for me. Please."

"I'm not sure of all the words but it goes like this." He paused and
cleared his throat. "When I want you, in my arms, when I want you, and all
your charms. When ever I want you all I have to do is dre-e-e-am dream
dream dream" There was a sudden croak in his voice and it suddenly sounded
very strange. Robert stifled a laugh realising immediately what may be
happening.

"Don't worry Si'. I know exactly which song it is." He leant over and
tenderly kissed Simon's cheek. Simon started to speak again and the pitch
of his voice was all over the place. Some times it didn't even come out at
all. Simon buried his face in Robert's shoulder. The embarrassment was too
much for him.

"Hey. Don't worry about it. It happens to us all." Robert reassured Simon
as he gently stroked the back of his head and neck.

"It's ok for you. It's not your voice that's breaking." Simon's voice had
settled at a lower pitch for the moment.

"No but it will and I hope you'll be around to support me." Simon just
smiled.

"What do you think about when we're apart?" Simon said as his voice started
to go funny again.

"I don't know. I think more of the fun we've had together."

"What the sexy stuff?" He said with a wry grin.

"Some times but also the other stuff too like summer camp. You know when we
were in the water." Robert stopped as his memory took over. Both of them
just lay there with dreamy expressions as tears of joys started welling up
in their eyes. The boys spent the next half an hour or so gently caressing
each other's bodies before falling asleep.

The boys were woken gently in the morning by Squirt. He was dressed and
ready for school. Simon was the first to realise the time and threw the
covers off of them.

"Hey Robby! We're late!" He said just before slapping Robert's bare behind
who jumped up with a start as a crimson hand mark started to develop.

"Cut that out. It hurt." Squirt was stood close by and started to
giggle. "What are you laughing at?" Robert shouted as he bound out of bed.

"You've got boners." Squirt giggled a little more when he saw the effect
his new word had on the other two. Simon and Robert dashed about like
loonies trying to get ready for school but only seemed to keep falling over
each other. Squirt was enjoying a good laugh at these two comedians.

The boys made it into school just as the bell started ringing. They sat
down in their tutor room panting. Ms. Wilson just smiled as she jumped to
the wrong conclusions.

"You two must have been at it all night!" The fat kid said loudly. Before
either of the boys could say anything Ms. Wilson bellowed at him.

"What on earth do you mean by that?" She paused. "I think you had better
stand up here in front of the tutor group and explain what you meant but
you can only use the proper terms. The fat kid stood up and waddled to the
front of the class getting redder and redder as he went.

"Everyone knows they're bu . . . Homo's" He corrected mid-sentence "and we
all know what they get up to, don't we." There was silence. "Well don't
we?" He looked around the class for support but it wasn't there. A hand
shot up.

"What's a Homo?" Asked one of the boys. The fat kid was lost for words.
Simon whispered some thing to Robert. The fat kid started to mumble and
pretty soon his embarrassment and the fact that the class had started to
laugh at him only made matters worse.

The bell went and the class went off to their lessons. Morning break
passed. There were a couple of unpleasant episodes for Simon and Robert
but, to their surprise, the girls stepped in and started defending them. In
fact the girls seemed friendlier now than they had in the past. Robert soon
discovered that they were no longer seen as a threat. Lunch break went
pretty well despite more taunting by the other boys but again the girls
sorted it out.

That evening, just as Robert was heading off to bed there was an urgent
sounding knock at the door. He let his father answer it. Well boxers aren't
really right for answering the front door in, are they? Any way, Robert
paused on the stairs; just long enough to find out that it was Mike. His
dad stepped outside and they spoke for a few minutes before Mike brought in
the rest of his family. Simon immediately shot past them and hugged Robert
as if his life was about to end. Robert sat him down on the stairs and
comforted him as best he could. Poor Simon was shaking like a leaf. The two
fathers just looked at them and smiled.

"I think that's one problem resolved. Don't you?" Mike said to Robert's
father.

"I think that was pretty much a foregone conclusion." They both smiled.

The adults went into the sitting room. Robert stayed on the stairs with
Simon, listening to what was going on. It was proving difficult to get
anything sensible out of Simon but it soon became clear that there had been
some sort of fire and the house had been damaged. It wasn't serious but the
house was uninhabitable at the moment.

Robert gently coaxed Simon up to his room and after undressing him put him
to bed. When he was settled Robert went down to find out what was going to
happen next.  By this time it had been agreed that Simon was going to stop
with Robert during the week while Mike and his wife went and stayed at Aunt
Flows house which was still up for sale. With everything settled Robert
went up to bed. One of his dreams had come true, for a while anyway. After
slipping out of his boxers he slid in beside Simon and after gently kissing
his cheek curled up and was soon fast asleep.

In the early hours of the morning Robert was startled from his sleep when
Simon started thrashing his arms and legs about. He seemed to be trying to
escape and was shouting some thing like fire. Robert tried to calm him down
with little effect. His eyes were suddenly dazzled as the light in his room
came on. It was his mum and dad. They too tried to calm Simon down and
after several minutes succeeded but not until Squirt had also been
disturbed and had blundered in bleary eyed.  "What's goin' on?" He asked.

"It's ok. Simon's having a bad dream." Robert's dad replied. Squirt
immediately scrambled across the bed and curled up behind Simon gently
wrapping his arm over his shoulder and chest.

"It looks as though we have gained another son?" Robert's mother commented
idly.

"It does, doesn't it." Before anyone really knew what was happening Simon
and Squirt were both fast asleep and Robert didn't have far to go either.
Robert's dad gently re-arranged the quilt over the now sleeping boys and
switched the light off as he and his wife headed off to bed again.

"I'm not sure I like having Squirt in with the boys?" Robert's mother said
to her husband as they lay in bed.

"I think he'll be ok. Neither of them would touch him." He responded
catching his wife's point almost immediately. "They both know in no
uncertain terms what would happen if they did!"

"I know this is only temporary but could you have a chat with them tomorrow
and make it clear. You know. Lay down some ground rules or something.
Robert and Simon have been getting fairly intimate of late and I don't want
Squirt seeing anything let alone being involved."

"It's ok love. I'll talk to them." It wasn't long before both adults joined
the boys in the land of dreams.

The following morning the house was in total chaos as everyone fought to
get in to the bathroom. At one point Squirt was washing with Simon in the
shower and Robert hurrying them both up. Breakfast was a little more
organised due mainly to the fact that Robert's mum gave up on the bathroom
and started preparing breakfast early. In the end almost everyone made it
out of the house more or less on time.

School started off in the usual way. Both Simon and Robert were lugging
their PE kits. Simon was forced to borrow some of Robert's spare kit. They
knew it would be a little tight in places but it was better than nothing.
Morning break finished and the boys took their usual places next to each
other in the changing room. Simon changed into his borrowed kit, which was
much tighter than either of them had reckoned on. He looked almost as if
the shorts had been sprayed on. Every contour of his backside was clearly
visible and the front left absolutely nothing to the imagination.

"Hey. You look great in those." Robert said casually to Simon.

"That's as may be but if I bend over my arse is going to hang out of the
back seam." Robert chuckled.

"That's something I'd like to see."

"Simon! Get here now!" The games master bellowed. Simon responded
immediately. "What do you think you are doing? You can't wear those!"

"I know Sir. I was coming to see if you had a pair I could use." The games
master just looked at him.

"Go to lost property and borrow a pair." Simon left quickly but hadn't
allowed for the fact that the corridor would be full of girls. Simon did
his best to hide his embarrassment amid the barrage of wolf whistles and
comments about his body as he fought his way down the corridor. He made it
back to the changing room highly embarrassed and very red in the face.

"Let that be a lesson to you." The games master said. The rest of the class
burst out laughing. The boys were sent out onto the playing field. Simon
thought he would never live the humiliation down and that it was all
Robert's fault! The lesson went reasonably well despite some taunting about
his borrowed shorts. But that was better than the usual taunts.

The lesson finished and the boys were all smeared with mud and sweat. They
hit the showers and things seemed to be going well when Robert caught Simon
scanning the other guys. He brought his elbow back hard into Simon's
ribs. There was a dull thud as it landed.

"What the fuck was that for?" Simon shouted at Robert. Robert just walked
off as the big green monster started to awaken in him. He was jealous!
Simon tried several times during lunch to find out what had upset Robert
but didn't get an answer. It wasn't until later that evening when things
were starting to get out of hand that he found out.  Robert was casually
lying on his bed when Simon came in. He sat on the bed beside him.

"What's wrong with you?" Simon asked but received the cold shoulder. He
persisted with his question until Robert sat up and punched him hard in the
side.

"You!" He said.

"What have I done?"

"I saw you. You were eyeing the others up in the showers." He answered as
he let loose another punch catching Simon on the arm.

"Pack it in!" Another punch flew and Simon reacted this time. He pinned
Robert down on the bed. They started struggling. Robert didn't really have
a chance. Simon eventually lost his rag and slapped Robert hard across the
face. Robert stopped instantly.  Shocked. He hadn't expected Simon to do
that especially as it was all Simon's fault, or so he thought.

"You set me up with those shorts this morning. Trying to make a fool out of
me."  Simon stated. Still keeping Robert pinned down.

"I tried to help you and you eye up the others. What sort of friend are
you?"  Simon noticed the use of the word 'friend'.

"I only did it to get my own back! You above all others should know I'd
never two-time you. Besides who else is there?" Both boys started to see
the reality of the situation. Simon slowly released Robert and started
heading out of the bedroom.

Robert rolled over and cried hard into his pillow. The pain of his slapped
face mingled with the pain of his stupidity. Certainly he wanted to see
Simon in his tight shorts but he never wanted to embarrass him. Simon had
locked himself in the bathroom.  He was sat on the floor. He too was crying
his heart out. He loved Robert so much that his slap hurt him as much
mentally as it had Robert physically.

There was a shout from down stairs. Robert's dad wanted to talk to the
boys. He didn't get an answer mainly because neither of them heard him. He
called again before coming up to see where they were. He opened Robert's
door and was confronted by his son lying on his bed crying. Simon was no
where to be seen.

"D-a-d. Simon won't let me in the bathroom." Squirt said in a desperate
sounding voice. "What's wrong with Robby?" He added as concern overcame his
desperation.

"I think they have had an argument." Squirt moved toward his brother. "No
leave him and use the toilet downstairs." His father said calmly. Squirt
ran off as desperation returned and was approaching the point where it
could be too late.

"Come on son. What's the matter?" Robert turned slowly. His father was
surprised to see a large red hand mark on his son's face. Robert moved
closer and wrapped his arms around his dad. He hugged him tight.

"I've been a real idiot Dad. I thought Simon was going after someone else
but he wasn't."

"We all make mistakes son."

"Yea, but I punched him." This really surprised his father who knew his son
was no fighter. Robert's crying intensified.

"Come on. You'll soon be back together. You two never could stay mad with
each other for long." The door creaked as Simon opened it slowly. He knew
Robert and his dad were in there and he was unsure of what to expect.
Robert's dad put his arm out and Simon joined him and Robert on the bed. It
didn't take long for him to resolve the boy's situation and got two wet
shoulders into the bargain. When the boys were calmer he had a chat with
them and ensured they knew the ground rules. When he left both boys were
sitting on the bed, arms wrapped around each other crying with joy now with
the knowledge that they had both made real pratts of themselves.

It wasn't long before they had undressed and were under the bed covers.
Their little bout of jealousy seemed to bring them even closer together, if
that were possible.  Robert wriggled free of Simon's arms and started
kissing his way down his body. He lingered as he reached his nipples.
Robert knew they were one of Simon's most sensitive areas and he was busy
trying to say sorry for what he had done to him. By now Simon was writhing
and squirming as his pleasure levels shot off the top of the scale. By the
time Robert had reached his primary target Simon was making it quite
difficult for him.  He just couldn't lay still. Robert's ministrations made
that virtually impossible.

Robert acquired his primary targets. He started on his lover's silken
sack. Gently sucking and kissing until it was so tight it made his task
extremely difficult. He moved up slightly and started on the crown of the
jewels. Simon's body went rigid almost immediately and Robert had to act
fast to prevent him from making a mess of the sheets.  He greedily
swallowed all that Simon had to offer and tried for still more. He wasn't
disappointed. He surfaced several minutes later to see Simon with an
expression of perfect bliss and contentment on his face.

They just lay there side by side for several minutes as Robert let Simon
enjoy the afterglow he had worked so hard to create. It made him feel good
to know he could give so much pleasure to someone he loved so much. Simon
opened his eyes and lifted his head slightly before sealing his lips around
Robert's. Their tongues started dancing as their passion grew.

Simon gently rolled over on top of Robert without breaking their kiss. His
knees parted and he straddled Robert's stomach. A hand that was busy
caressing and stroking his lover's body slipped out from under the covers
and reached for a jar. The lid popped off and Simon dipped a couple of
fingers in. He coated Robert's sceptre liberally before he gently and
lovingly impaled himself on it.

There was as little uncomfortable pressure before the pleasure grew and
Simon slowly and gently started rocking. Robert's eyes were screwed up
tight as the pleasure he was receiving rapidly mounted. During all of this
Simon's crowning jewel was also being slowly but surely worked into a
potentially explosive state and for the first time they both passed the
point of no return almost simultaneously.

Simon stayed impaled as he lay on top of Robert. Both were covered in sweat
and more than a little of the contents from Simon's treasure chest. They
didn't hear the gentle tap on the door or the squeak as it opened but both
felt a thrill of almost being caught in the act as Robert's mother came
in. She was a little embarrassed but gently sat on the bed beside them and
brushed their hair from their hot sweaty brows.

"I'm glad to see you two have made up after your little tiff earlier." She
smiled at them but couldn't decide if their glowing red faces were due to
her presence or from what they had been doing.

"Thanks mum." Robert said softly. He started to sit up a little but quickly
changed his mind.

"Yea thanks." Simon added as he sat up and kissed Robert's mum fondly on
the cheek. As he sat up he groaned slightly as Robert's sceptre rubbed
against that special spot.

"I'll leave you two alone." She said with a growing grin on her face. She
stood up and left closing the door behind her.

"That was a gentle hint that it's getting late." Robert said as he glanced
at his bedside clock. Simon responded by rocking his hips again and working
on that special spot. It didn't take long for the boys to reach the point
of no return for the last time that night.

"Three all," Simon said as they slipped across the landing to the bathroom.
Robert just grinned. There weren't two happier people in the whole of the
world as far as they were concerned. They slipped into the shower and both
enjoyed the feeling of the warm water as it cascaded down over their
bodies. Simon started soaping Robert's jewels. He shied away.

"Sorry love. I didn't mean to hurt you."

"It's ok. I'm just a little sensitive, that's all." Simon felt awful. He
should have known. He was felling the same way. He switched his attention
to the rest of Robert's wet body as Robert returned the favour. It wasn't
long before both boys were standing so proud they hurt but could do nothing
about it. They slipped back to bed and just lay side by side holding hands
as sleep took them both.


I would like to thank Lord Vader for proof reading this part of the
story. If you have any comments or suggestions please email me at
teller_of_tales@hotmail.com as usual flames will be ignored.