Date: Sun, 4 Aug 2013 11:11:42 +1200
From: bob charles <pennywise3636@gmail.com>
Subject: Washed Up (Gay / Young friends) chapter 13

Washed Up.

Disclaimer:

Warning: this story contains sexual content, contact between young boys,
and other themes that may offend.  If the subject matter offends you, is
not to your tastes, or if you are under legal age for your area, then find
something else to read. In the following story all names and events are
completely fictional.  Although I may mention a specific location, place,
or person any resemblance to said people, location, or places is completely
unintentional.

Chapter 13:

Manuel has trouble trying to keep his grip on Callum's tiny little dickie
as the boy squirms around uncontrollably from the ministrations, but he
manages to keep pounding away on it without losing his grip on it. Both
boys' are struggling for breath as the tremendous feelings start to surge
through their bodies. Their faces are glowing in elation, with their glazed
eyes clamped shut from the intensity of the experience.

Pierre is subconsciously starting to pound on my little boner whilst I
sleep, when he notices something out of the corner of his eye. The door
handle is getting pulled down quickly, and Pierre panics leaping from the
bed and then he tries to hide. Manuel and Callum are unaware of the
impending invasion and they continue to stroke each other's rock hard
members. They finally notice that something is amiss when the door flies
open, and they quickly stop what they are doing, jump off the bed and cower
behind it.

All the commotion going on in the room wakes me from my sleep, and I look
towards the door. My body shudders violently and I start to panic. I try to
get up but I'm completely paralysed in fear. I start to sweat profusely as
my body starts to go into terror mode, and I lose control of my emotions
causing me to bawl my eyes out. He found me. I really can't believe it, but
he has found me. My body has shut down completely at the realisation that
dad is at the door.

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I'm completely terrified, but even though my mind is quickly shutting down
there is one other thing I still can't understand. Why is he standing there
completely naked, with his huge cock erect and waiting? The look on his
face is wicked, a look a pure evil and malevolence. It makes me even more
terrified about what is going to happen, and the worst part is that I'm
completely paralysed so I know I'm no use to protect the others from this
wicked man. Then the worst thing happens and he moves.

"Josh, Josh, are you alright." The man in the doorway says in an extremely
worried but surprisingly sincere tone in his voice, after seeing me curled
up on the bed with a petrified look on my face and my body trembling
violently. Callum peers up from the bed and looks over my way. He looks
really worried seeing the state I'm in, but he also knows what is happening
and what could potentially happen.

"Francois don't touch him as he will go into shock!" Callum screams loudly
and with a huge amount of urgency in his high pitched voice, as Francois
heads over to the bed that I am curled up on. Pierre now uses the chance to
look over my way, since he now knows that it is his uncle who has intruded
on us, and not someone else.

"Shit, what's wrong with Josh?" Pierre asks worriedly, because he has never
seen me in a state like this without any reason. The last time he saw me in
this sort of state was when I told him about dad raping me, but he knows
that I haven't told that story since I had been asleep. So he is completely
baffled by what it is that has set me off. Although I have told my
boyfriend about my night terrors he has never witnessed one, and because of
that it has skipped his brain.

"He is having a night terror. You jumping out of the bed in a panic when
Francois opened the door must have accidently set him off." Callum explains
frantically to Pierre. My boyfriend suddenly feels really guilty about
ditching me in his panic, but he had been extremely worried that it was mum
coming in to check on us, and given what he was doing with my dickie he
didn't want to get caught by her. If she had seen him he knows all hell
would have broken loose, so he erred on the side of caution.

"How do we get him out of it? Do you think I can touch him?" Pierre asks
flustered, but desperately because he wants to be able to help me given it
is partly his fault that I'm like this.

"Don't really know. I can touch him but he doesn't respond, but I know your
connection with him is stronger so maybe you will be able to and succeed
more than I can." Callum replies, a little anxiously. He is worried like
hell about me going into shock because it will ruin our trip, but he
figures that Pierre is probably going to be alright. Well he hopes so,
because he doesn't want to see the result if he is wrong.

Pierre tentatively gets back onto the bed, and then cautiously reaches over
and tries to stroke my back. I feel a jolt of electricity as he lightly
brushes my back, and my body starts to relax. The amount my body relaxes is
barely perceivable but it is and most importantly I haven't freaked
out. Pierre is still overly cautious so just does another light stroke
along my back, to ensure that I wasn't just a fluke the first time.

Pierre seeing that I haven't panicked any further snuggles up as close to
me as he can while he continues to gently and lovingly caress my back. I
start to feel amazing, and the image of dad quickly melts into the ground
like butter left out in the sun, and disappears into oblivion. My body
quickly returns to normal, totally relaxed and my mind come back to reality
a short time later. I feel completely safe like nothing in the world could
hurt me now, and most importantly I feel absolutely loved and treasured
beyond anything I have ever felt before.

"Thank you for saving me." I whisper in a dry hoarse voice to Pierre before
embracing him in a tender kiss. The world around me and Pierre melts away,
because all I can see is my never ending love for Pierre. The feelings are
even more incredible than they ever have been before, and they get
mind-bogglingly good when Pierre kisses me back. I feel out of this world
from the love I get radiate from Pierre's lips to mine. My hard little dick
twitches as a result of the overwhelmingly intense feeling from the
unadulterated love which I'm feeling. My dick still being hard has been a
saving grace, because as a result of it I didn't wet the bed.

Francois and Callum look on in astonishment while Pierre pulls me totally
out of my night terror. Callum has never been able to achieve that before,
all he seems to be able to do is hug me but I never come out of my terror
from him. Manuel is worried as hell because he doesn't understand what has
just happened. All he knows is that we are now kissing without a care in
the world, and that is in complete contrast to how I was when Francois
entered the room.

"What the hell is going on?" Manuel asks totally bewildered by what has
just happened. Francois looks over at the boy but doesn't know how to put
what happened into words. Callum is at a loss for words too, which is
making Manuel a little agitated because no one is answering him. I have
heard his question whilst I'm engaged in my gorgeous kiss with Pierre, and
I know that it is going to be up to me to answer him, so I reluctantly pull
off our kiss and explain to Manuel what happened.

I explain it to him as best as I can and tell him what causes my night
terrors. The more I tell him the more concerned and upset he becomes. He
really feels for me, but when I explain what Pierre did for me his face
turns to one of astonishment. He can't believe that Pierre has managed to
pull off what no one else can in waking me safely from my terrors, but then
again Manuel has picked up on the special connection that we have so knows
as unbelievable as it seems it was meant to happen.

"Wow, Pierre must really be special for you, you are so lucky. I hope I can
find someone as special on day." Manuel beams to me, causing Pierre to
blush with pride. I don't blame him either, because he really is a special
person to me and I really couldn't go on with life without him. I am just
going to have to make damn sure that I treasure Pierre, and treat him like
the god that he is.

"I'm sure you will find someone as special as Pierre one day, you will just
have to be patient." I tell Manuel sincerely, because I know that the
special little guy will find someone, just like I'm confident that Callum
will too. He gives me the biggest smile while I say that, but he really
hopes that I am right because he knows that he struggle to even make
friends so can't quite see how he will find his special someone, but he
trusts my judgement so knows somehow it will happen.

"Anyway, I had come in here to tell you, that I tried ever so hard to
convince your mum to let you and Pierre sleep together, but she wouldn't
budge. Now after having seen that, I'm going to ignore her so you two can
sleep in Pierre's room, and I will look after these two. Don't worry I will
sort your mother out." Francois says to me and Pierre, causing us both to
produce the biggest smiles and hug each other ecstatically. I am so
relieved and so is Pierre because it means that we won't have to go through
the normal night torments we have to put up with when we are separated.

"Thank you so much, we really appreciate it more than you imagine." I say
to Francois affectionately.

"I doubt it. Anyway, you two better at least put some pants on before going
into your room. I will use this opportunity to talk to your mother
again. Manuel, Callum you two better get yourselves ready for bed."
Francois says. He then lobs the key to Pierre's room over to us, and then
leaves making sure to close the door behind him, just because he isn't sure
what we will get up to while he is gone so just wants to make sure no one
else can see what's going on in the room.

Pierre and I scramble to get out of bed, and then scavenge around for our
pants. Somehow they ended up miles away from where Manuel and Callum had
stripped them off us. Once we locate them, we pull them on and run out the
door holding our pants up. I have to return briefly back to the room,
because in our mad rush we had forgotten to pick the key up from where it
landed on the bed.

Manuel and Callum both have disappointed looks on their faces knowing that
we aren't going to be sleeping in the same room, making me feel a little
gutted. I give them an apologetic smile before grabbing the key and leaving
the room as quickly as possible so I don't get sucked in by them. I really
do feel bad about it, because aside from when I was in hospital, this is
the first time I haven't slept in the same room as Callum for ages, so it
does tear me apart leaving my little bro.

Once outside the room I remember the reason for ditching Callum and Manuel,
as my half naked sexy boyfriend is standing there with a seducing smile on
his face, waiting for me to unlock the door. He is still holding his pants
up because he, like me, doesn't see the point in doing them up just to have
to undo them again. I quickly stride up to the door and unlock it. As I
open the door Pierre pushes me from behind and bundles me inside as quickly
as possible. Once inside the room Pierre let's go of his pants allowing
them to fall gracefully down his silky smooth legs to the floor, and slams
the door closed behind him.

With the door now closed and Pierre naked, my sexy French boyfriend steps
out of his pants, latches onto my arm, swings me around till I'm facing him
and gives me the most passionate loving kiss. He shoves his tongue deep
into my throat, as he continues to push me towards the bed. The feelings
are so incredible that my mind is instantly blown away and I'm left feeling
light headed but buzzing in ecstasy and drop my own pants as a result. I
kiss him back feverishly, and we do bloody well not to break from it, when
I suddenly fall backwards onto the bed after tripping on my pants which are
down around my ankles.

I really don't know what has got into Pierre but I like it. I like it a
lot. The passion of our kissing intensifies as he both just can't get
enough of each other. We are like two carnivorous animals trying to chew
each other's mouths off. Our fiery make out session becomes even hotter as
I feel Pierre's hand gently start to caress my silky sweaty chest. My hands
are roaming around his back, gently giving him a soothing sensual massage,
while I struggle to kick my pants off me completely at the same time.

Now totally free from the restrictive pants, I flip Pierre over and get on
top of him. I'm not sure why I do that but it now gives me the freedom to
pleasure my lover as I see fit. I start to gently caress his smooth
muscular chest while I continue to passionately kiss him. Pierre now moves
his hands from my chest to my back as he gives me a sensual rub down.

Everything is totally awesome and my body has my love for Pierre surging
through it in waves of desire. I'm totally in heaven and my nostrils are
filled with Pierre's sexy boy scent as it wafts from him through the heat
of our make-out session. His mouth tastes so sweet and I can get enough of
it as I try to shove my tongue deeper into his mouth. His sweaty muscular
body feels so velvety soft and silky smooth under the manipulation of my
hands while I continue to gently massage him. Yes everything is just
awesome and I struggle to believe that anything could be better than this.

My body suddenly shakes violently, and not in a good way as Pierre starts
to massage my pale round globes. Due to the heat and the passion of the
session he misreads the signals my body are sending him and continues to
caress my butt. I try to ignore it because I really don't want it to affect
me or the love I feel for Pierre, but I feel really, really
uncomfortable. Pierre's hand slips between my ass cracks as he continues to
feel up my butt making me feel even more distressed, and on the verge of
totally losing it and freaking out.

"No, no, no! Please no!" I scream as my mind freaks out because I feel
Pierre's hand brush against my boy hole. Within an instant I go from a
heated make-out session to a complete train wreck. My body is shaking
uncontrollably in trepidation, and I am bawling my eyes out. I have
instinctively rolled off Pierre and curled up into the foetal position
because my mind just can't process things properly, mainly because it keeps
playing me graphic images of what my father has done to me. I really wish I
could get over all of this, and I really hate that fucken arsehole because
of it.

"Shit! I'm really sorry, I just didn't think. I really didn't mean to scare
you... it's all my fault." Pierre says in tears at the reaction he has
accidently caused my body to have. He hugs me as tightly as he can, and
tries to lovingly stroke my back to get me to relax again.

The door suddenly bursts open since I had forgotten to take the keys out of
it after I unlocked it before so it allowed easy access to our
room. Francois and Sarah crash into the room in a panicked frenzy after
hearing me scream out loudly from within their own rooms. They see us on
the bed naked and start to wonder what has gone wrong. What they see is me
still curled up into the foetal position, and Pierre embracing me in a
comforting and loving hug trying desperately to calm me down.

"He's nowhere near ready." Pierre cries to them. Sarah looks utterly
confused by Pierre's seemingly random comment, but Francois picks up on
what is wrong straight away. He is really concerned with the intensity of
my reaction because he instinctively knows that Pierre won't have done
much, because he knows how much Pierre cares for me and will do anything to
keep me safe, so wouldn't have tried to push me too far into anything.

"It's alright, it's alright. I know you didn't mean this to happen, and I
know how you're feeling. You two haven't seen each other in a long time so
I suppose it is to be expected that things are a bit more fiery than
normal. But you have to remember that Josh has been through a lot and as a
result is very vulnerable. You just have to slow down, and let Josh get
comfortable with things before to try to go any further." Francois says
soothingly as he strokes his nephews back to try to calm him. He also
gently massages my shoulder knowing that I need some support as well.

Sarah's mouth drops wide open as she now realises what has
happened. Instinctively she knows that it wasn't sex, so is very worried
about the reaction I'm having. She finally knows the true extent of the
damage that dad has caused and feels really sorry for me, because she
realises that if I don't get over it then it is likely to impact on my
relationship with Pierre. She won't let that happen, because when she sees
me with Pierre it gives her hope, that she too can find someone who loves
her more than anything else in the world.

"Pierre, when we get back to New Zealand I think it is going to be
important for you to go along with Josh to see the psychologist, as I think
she will be able to help you both out. I don't like seeing Josh like this
and I think that the psychologist will help you to avoid these things
happening as well as giving you advice about to how to get him to overcome
it." Sarah tells my boyfriend because she really does believe the
psychologist will do everything she can to help us, and I have to agree
with her on that.

"Thank you for caring and your advice, but also thank you for not making me
feel bad about what we were doing. I really appreciate it, and I know that
Josh does to." Pierre replies. His tears have eased to little trickles,
because he is still upset at setting me off but he does feel more
comfortable now knowing there are plenty of people who are going to support
and help us.

"That's alright neither of us would dream of embarrassing you like that,
and just remember if you want any help or advice on things then we will
both be willing to try and help." Sarah says on behalf of both of them. She
then comes over and ruffles both of our hair, getting a smile from me in
response since my body is back under control again.

"Thank you so much sis, you have done so much for me that I don't know if I
will ever be able to repay you." I croak before sitting up and giving my
sister a big hug and peck on the lips.

"It's alright and you don't owe me anything. If anyone owes anyone, then
it's me, because I have been a complete bitch to you when you didn't
deserve it." Sarah replies hugging me back. I'm really quite surprised at
how comfortable I am given I'm naked and what we had been doing, but Sarah
and Francois really have been so supportive of us and they do make me feel
totally at ease.

"You don't owe me because if it wasn't for you then I wouldn't be back with
Pierre. I really appreciate all the help you have given me and Pierre, and
well, I love you for it." I say to Sarah from the depths of my heart. I
can't believe how much my attitude has changed towards my sister, but I'm
really glad that we don't hate each other's guts anymore, because it feels
like I almost have a complete family again.

Sarah squeezes the life out of me with her hug as I say that, because she
is so happy to hear me tell her that I love her. It is something she has
wanted to hear from me ever since she found out the truth behind what dad
did to me, since she really has felt so guilty about the way she has
treated me, and she really wasn't sure whether I would ever forgive her for
it.

"You don't know how much that means to hear you say that, you really
don't. I love you too and sorry for all the bad things I have done to you."
Sarah says to me as she burst out crying. I hug her tighter and give her a
gentle pat on the back to show her that I really did mean everything I said
to her, although I think she already knew that.

Pierre and Francois look on approvingly, because the can sense just how
momentous the occasion is. I mean me and my sister have got on really well
since that initial argument in the car, but it is the first time that I
feel like she has totally paid her dues and have completely forgiven
her. She really has been a huge help and I now realise that I would be
totally fucked without her, because she is the reason I have got what I so
desperately wanted and needed. Without her there is no way that me and
Pierre would be sharing a bed for the second night in a row.

"Right, you two should get some sleep, and if you feel the need to have to
play then just remember to take it easy." Sarah says to us after a long
moment, as she releases me from her embrace and stands up making me let her
go as well. Francois and Sarah then surprise the two of us as they both
give us a goodnight kiss on the forehead and a cuddle before they turn and
leave the room. Francois throws us the key before closing the door and
heading back to the two nine year olds in the other room.

"Sorry Pierre I didn't mean to scare you like that. I suppose I need a lot
more time before I'm going to be comfortable with anyone doing anything
with my butt." I say to my boyfriend. I can tell he is still worried about
me, so I pull him into me and wrap my arms around him tightly in a loving
hug.

"It's not your fault I should have known better, especially after the way
you reacted when wrestling with Manuel." Pierre replies sincerely. He is
really blaming himself which is making me feel a bit sad, because it really
was just a spur of the moment thing which was bought on by the sheer
unadulterated passion we feel for each other. He didn't mean to do it, but
yet still blames himself and I don't like him doing that.

"It isn't your fault either, as I just think that we may have got a little
worked up and it sort of well just happened. I know you never meant for it
to happen so stop blaming yourself. Your uncle was right and it just
happened because we have been separated for too long and got a little
carried away." I tell Pierre from the bottom of my heart.

He listens to me and then embraces me in a huge hug and gives me the most
loving kiss to say thanks. The feeling are electric as they always are, but
they always seem that little bit more special after we have helped each
other in a time of need. I kiss him back to show him how much I do love him
and that I'm not blaming him for anything. We both fall into a deep sleep
with our lips still locked together, and our tongues down the others
throat.

The shitty miserable weather has passed by the next morning and the
sunlight is streaming in through the window and lighting up our glowing
sweaty bodies. I have had another wonderful uninterrupted sleep, and slowly
wake up knowing that I am truly loved and appreciated. As my eyes open
fully and focus I am staring into the most sparkly hazel eyes, which have
such a look of love and happiness in them.

My mind bolts awake immediately seconds afterwards, as Pierre gives me the
most awesome wakeup call in the world as he lovingly kisses me. I kiss him
back and those feelings just seem to get better and better. We stay locked
in our loving kiss for ages, neither of us really get heated about it as we
just enjoy showing our love for one another. It is just a special private
moment where we are just enjoying being with each other again, and we feel
no need to take it any further than just kissing.

The moment is really tender and gentle and I really would like it to last
forever, even though I know that is impossible. It really is just so nice
to enjoy the simpler things about love, and even though we now know about
the sex side of things I feel this moment is just as special as the
sex. Our kissing is bought to an end when there is a knock at the door. I
unwillingly break off my loving kiss with Pierre and hop out of bed. I
don't think twice about it as I walk over to the door and open it
completely naked.

"Good morning... oh... shit... I hope I didn't interrupt anything." Sarah
says a little flustered to me as I fully open the door. I am really
confused by her reaction until I follow her eyes and see that my little
dickie is standing at its full 2 inches. It is too late to worry about
trying to cover it up, but for some strange reason I don't feel too
embarrassed about my sister seeing me with a stiffie.

"Nah, we were just kissing is all." I reply honestly to her. She believes
me because there is no reason to doubt what I am telling her, since she
seems to know that we already know that love is more than just sex. Sarah
gives me a warm smile and then sticks her head in the door and waves to
Pierre, who waves back.

"Mum says to hurry up and get up and showered so we can go find somewhere
to have some breakfast." Sarah tells us. I'm so glad that mum got Sarah to
tell us, because I would have died in shame if I had opened the door to mum
with a stiffie, as I really hadn't thought about that. What's worse is that
I don't think mum would handle seeing me like that in the slightest given
that she would presume that I'm sleeping with Pierre, but I think that is
why she got Sarah to tell us.

Sarah then turns and heads back to her room, leaving me to close the door
and go back to my lover. I grab Pierre's hands and pull him up off the bed
and give him another loving kiss. The kiss is short but very, very
sweet. We are so much in tune with each other that we both know exactly
when to stop without leaving the other one hanging. My head is floating as
a result. I really must be the luckiest boy on earth to have such a sexy
lover who makes me feel so good just being around him.

We take hold of each other's hand and sort of snuggle into each other as we
slowly meander into the bathroom. It is moments like this that I find the
most irresistible about being with Pierre, because we can both fully enjoy
just the sweet tender moments as much as the fiery passionate ones. I
really feel like we are a match made in heaven and there is no way I will
ever trade Pierre for anyone else in the world. He is mine, and I am his,
no one can take that away from us now.

I start the shower going and adjust the temperature until it is pleasant
and warm. Once I am happy we both get into the shower and under the torrent
of cleansing warm water gushing from the showerhead. The feelings are
magical as the water flows gracefully over our naked bodies washing away
all the dirt and grime from not only our bodies, but our minds as
well. Everything that has adversely affected our lives seems to seep from
our bodies and flush down the drain into the sewer where it all belongs.

I feel in complete harmony with everything, and oh so relaxed. The more
time I seem to spend with Pierre the better I feel inside and out. My
problems disintegrate into oblivion leaving me feeling chilled out and at
one with the world. Judging by the look of nirvana on Pierre's face I know
he is in the same head space as I am, and it really is an exquisite
feeling.

Pierre starts to tenderly and lovingly lather up my glistening body with
the leftover soap from when Francois must have had a shower yesterday. I
didn't think it was possible, but somehow under the kind soothing
ministrations Pierre is giving me I feel my body relax even further. He is
so adoringly tender and kind that it really makes me feel like a highly
cherished piece of jewellery. I have never felt so wanted and loved as I do
when Pierre is around, and I hope I generate the same ambience in him.

Cloud nine is all but a distant memory as I am much higher than that
now. The feeling of total rapture is even an understatement, as I really
can't think of a word to explain just how special Pierre is making me feel
right now, while he cleans my body so gently, almost like I'm a highly
prized trophy or something. If this is what the rest of my life is going to
be like then I am now looking forward to it, as I'm just feeling so
unbelievably wonderful that I can't see any of the bad stuff anymore.

I involuntarily gasp sharply as Pierre's fingers gently caress my exposed
cherry red glans. My body quivers from the loving tender contact as Pierre
cleans my rock hard little dickie. My heart literarily skips a beat from
the overwhelming irresistible sensations that surge through my body from
Pierre's gentle soothing massage on my hard little member. The feelings
created causes my legs to buckle and I have to do everything I can to stay
standing.

In order to stay on my feet I slump back against the wall of the shower and
use it to support my weight. Pierre moves from my hard as steel little
prick, and caringly takes my little marble sized balls into his thin warm
soft fingers. Compassionately he massages the soap into my silky smooth
ball sack, ensuring he doesn't apply too much pressure and hurt me. He is
really considerate as he cleans his favourite little toy to ensure I don't
endure any undue discomfort as he cleans my most delicate areas.

Pierre reluctantly moves away from my crotch to clean the rest of me. He
does so with the same tender gentle love he has been throughout, and it
really does make me feel like a god of something. Now that he has finished
washing my little dickie I feel that I'm able to stand unassisted again, so
pull myself off the shower wall so that Pierre has better access to the
rest of my well-toned muscular frame.

I shudder unpleasantly as his hands gently caress my pale round globes, but
this time he doesn't push it. Instead he backs away from my bum, and
soothing lathers up all round it in ever decreasing circles to allow my
mind the knowledge that nothing sinister is going to happen. He is being
really careful and making sure he doesn't move too quickly because he
doesn't want my mind to freak out again like it has, twice already.

It works wonders because he is now fully cleaning my globes without
incurring any adverse reaction from my body. He still doesn't push it for
the moment since he wants to allow me to get used to him just cleaning the
exterior of my butt, so he doesn't spread my cheeks and clean up the
crack. I know that if he did my mind would lose it again so I really am
thankful that he has taken that into consideration this time.

With my body now gleaming and with a polished clean sheen to it Pierre
hands me the soap so that I can scrub him clean. I eagerly take the soap
off my kind sexy boyfriend, so that I can show him how much I truly love
and cherish him in the same manner as he has done for me. He has made me
feel so relaxed and loved, through his delicate gentle massage that I
really want to do the same for him. My mind is still floating far, far away
as a result of his tender loving care and I need him to experience the same
state of nirvana that I am in.

I love the feeling of his silky smooth body as my hands skim over his slim
muscular torso while I lather it up with soap. His skin is so soft and
smooth that it's like running your hands over something made from pure silk
but much more pleasant. I can feel every little muscle in his chest and I
ensure I give him a thorough massage all over his sleek slim torso. It is
just as magical washing my lover as it was when he washed me, and I am back
in seventh heaven as I continue to buff up my sexy lover.

Having washed Pierre's upper half I move lower to his crown jewels, which
is already hard as steel and throbbing in expectation. It just looks so
magnificent as it pulses away with Pierre's heartbeat that I take a moment
just to enjoy the gorgeous sight. It looks so velvety smooth and totally
delectable that I have to resist all my urges not to take it into my mouth
and suck on it. Even his smooth hairless ball sack which is hanging loosely
underneath seems to be begging me to suck them into my mouth, making it
harder and harder to resist the temptation.

I resist it for now and continue to clean him starting with my favourite
toy. I reach out and ever so gently take hold of my lover's long foreskin,
and start to slowly and seductively peel it back to expose the glistening
reddish brown glans underneath. The bulbous acorn shaped glans really does
look so much like a delicious lollipop that it is making it even harder not
to cave in to the temptations and give him pleasure. Again I do refrain
from it and use my fingers to tenderly massage some soap into his glans.

It is Pierre's turn to gasp sharply from the intense sensations emanating
from his hard little dickie, and I see his legs which are wobbling like
jelly suddenly threaten to give way, as my lover slumps against the wall of
the shower to support himself. I continue to polish up his bulbous knob
until I am happy that I can't get it any cleaner, and then I run my soapy
fingers along his short shaft. I can feel the muscles in his hard little
member throbbing away as I slide my slippery fingers along its length.

Pierre releases a soft moan from the incredible pleasure I am giving him,
making me realise that I may be doing a little too much and winding him
up. I quickly finish lathering up his shaft and ever so gently take his
delicate balls into my slick fingers and massage some soap into his silky
smooth scrotum. It does little to alleviate the incredible pleasure that
Pierre is experiencing as another soft moan escapes from his lips. He also
seems to be slipping further and further down the shower wall as his
rickety legs struggle to keep him standing upright.

Pierre's breathing is shallow but his heart is thumping away like a
jackhammer against the walls of his chest, as I continue to tenderly
massage the soap into his silky smooth ball sack. I know that I have
overstayed my welcome unless I intend on bringing Pierre to the peak, but I
want to save that for later so I let go of his sack and start to lather up
his smooth muscular legs.

Now that I have stopped toying with his dickie I feel Pierre's muscles
dramatically relax as I continue my affectionate massage of his frame as I
soap him up. I tenderly rub my hands right down my boyfriend's back all the
way down to his hips. I see his beautiful round buttocks but as hard as I
try I can't force myself to touch them. My mind won't allow my hands to
come into contact with Pierre's sexy tight butt, instead they hover inches
above them and never make it any closer.

My body trembles involuntarily at the thought of touching his bum. I can
feel tears welling up in my eyes because I feel upset and ashamed at not
being able to complete the job that I have started. Before I found out the
truth behind what dad had done to me I never had any trouble being able to
wash someone's bum, but now I just can't bring myself to do it as I can
fully envisage what that bastard did to me.

Pierre quickly realises what is going on and hastily turns around and
embraces me in a warm loving hug before I become too emotionally
distraught. He then kisses me tenderly to ensure that I stay calm and it
works wonders as the intense loving feelings come surging back through my
body making me totally forget about my shame.

"Look, don't feel bad about it as I know that you aren't ready. I don't
expect you to touch my bum yet because I know you will come around when you
can take control of your mind. Until then I really am not worried and I
will not put any pressure on you. I love you and I know you love me and
that is all that really matters." Pierre says to me. My only response is to
give him the most loving kiss back to show how much I appreciate what he
has just said to me.

The kiss is short and sweet, but I put all my love behind it. I know that
we had better finish up in the shower as everyone will soon be waiting on
us if we take too much longer, which is why I keep the kiss as short as I'm
physically able to. I reluctantly break off the kiss and shut off the
shower, before we both get out and start drying off.

Whilst we are drying off Pierre hears a soft but incessant knocking on the
door, so wraps his towel around his waist and leaves the room to answer
it. I use the chance to look at myself in the mirror. So I wipe all the
condensation off of it and stare at the reflection looking back at me. The
boy in the mirror is totally different to the usual sad depressed
reflection that looks back. My face is glowing, and even my wet matted
golden blonde hair seems to have a glimmering aura about it. For the first
time my blue eye sparkle with happiness and love. I really like my new
reflection and hope I can keep it that way.

I hear Pierre unlocking the door and quickly realise that I should probably
wrap my towel around my waist just encase it is mum coming to tell us to
hurry up, so I quickly do so as I hear the door open. The next thing I hear
is a relatively loud thud so take a look out the bathroom door to see what
is going on.

I instantly crack up laughing as I see Pierre underneath the two little
bodies of Manuel and Callum. In the process of getting tackled to the
ground Pierre's towel has unwrapped itself from around his waist, so his
cute stiff little package is lying there completely exposed and open to
anyone who wants to give it a little tug.

I must have laughed a little loud because both Manuel and Callum look
straight up at me. Callum gets to his feet and gives chase, as I cotton on
to what is about to happen and make a hasty retreat from the bathroom. I
don't make it too far before Callum tackles me sending me and my towel
falling to the floor.

Now both me and Pierre are naked with our stiffies completely exposed,
trying to wrestle off the fully clothed younger ones. Manuel and Callum
don't make things easy on us as they use our state of undress to full
advantage. Every time it looks like we are going to take control of things
they grab onto our hard members and give them a squeeze. They don't squeeze
too hard, just hard enough to cause a little discomfort so that they can
keep control of the situation.

"Well, well ,well, it looks like you two could use a little help. Manuel
and Callum, will you let the other two up so that they can get changed,
because everyone is going to be waiting on them shortly." Francois says as
he enters the room and sees our predicament. He is really trying hard not
to laugh the whole time, because he can't believe how the younger two seem
to be in full control. Well he can as he can see what the two younger boys'
are doing to maintain control of the situation, which makes it harder for
the man to supress his laugh.

Manuel and Callum both look up at Francois with the most disappointed looks
on their faces, before they release our rock hard little boners and slide
off us. Me and Pierre are now free to stand up again which we promptly do
making no effort to cover our stiff little dickies even though the door is
wide open. I'm not sure why but I think we have just got that comfortable
with everyone not to worry about it. well everyone except for mum that is,
but we haven't seen her come into our room at all in the time we have been
here so aren't too worried about her potential intrusion.

Francois then ushers the younger two boys' out of the room, so that me and
Pierre can get ourselves ready. I'm a little disappointed now as I look
around the room and realise that I haven't bought a change of clothes with
me, so it means that I'm going to have to go back to my room to get dressed
and I won't be able to spend my time ogling my sexy lovers body. I release
a huge sigh of disappointment before I pull on the pants I had worn in here
yesterday. Before I leave the room I take one last good look over Pierre's
sexy shiny body and give him a tender kiss.

I then leave the room and head back to my own one to get changed. I am
almost ambushed again by Callum and Manuel as soon as I enter the room, but
they quickly decide better of it when they see that I still haven't got
changed. The both look a little confused seeing me still not changed
properly, until I head over to where my bag is lying on the ground beside
the bed I had been sleeping on.

I rummage through my bag until I find a nice looking set of clothes and
pull them out then lay them on the bed. It isn't till I drop my pants that
I realise that I have an audience watching me get unchanged, as Callum and
Manuel are both sitting on the other bed staring intently at my naked
body. Both of the boys' gazes seem to be fixed firmly on my crotch as they
both ogle my still rock hard little dickie.

That awesome shower I have just had has left me feeling so turned on that
I'm not sure as to whether my dickie will ever deflate until Pierre
satisfies my urges, but I can live with it and it is another reason I don't
mind having such a small dick, as at least it is still easy enough to get
comfortable while wearing pants even when fully engorged. I disappoint my
audience as I pull on some black denim jeans to cover my stiffie and then
do it up. I follow that with a blue tee shirt with a surf graphics design
on the back, and a grey and white striped cotton jersey.

I pull on some black socks and my reef surf shoes, and tie up the laces. It
is now that I notice that Manuel and Callum are both wearing the same
clothes as yesterday, because it turns out due to Manuel's accident Callum
has now run out of trousers to wear and it is still too cold to wear
shorts, so they decided to just wear the same clothes they had on
yesterday. I suppose it isn't too bad since they have only been worn for
half a day and there are lots of people out there who wear their clothes
for at least two days, so I don't have too much of a problem with it.

Now that I am fully changed I head back out to the hallway to wait for
everyone else. Manual and Callum decide to follow, and they make sure to
close and lock the door as they leave. Pierre is already waiting out in the
hallway fully changed into some red cotton jeans, white printed tee shirt,
and a cream coloured woollen jersey. I have to say he looks sexy smart in
his outfit, and I go up to him and take hold of his hand and pull him as
close to me as possible.

Callum and Manuel start goofing off together again while we wait for
everyone else, causing me and Pierre to laugh at their antics. Mum comes
out of her room after a couple of minutes, and we instantly get a look of
disapproval from her. She doesn't say anything thankfully, but then again
she did agree that we could hold hands so she can't really tell us off for
not listening to her. Mum is dressed pretty nicely in a black dress with an
off white cardigan on top.

Sarah comes out of her room moments later looking a bit tired, but she
gives me and Pierre the warmest smile seeing us holding hands before she
cracks up laughing at the way Manuel and Callum are still goofing around in
the hallway. It is now that I realise that Francois isn't around as he
wasn't in our room when we left. In fact I haven't seen him since he came
into our room.

The elevator opens a couple of seconds later and out steps Francois, who is
coughing the most awful sounding cough. It sounds like his is trying to
cough his lungs out. As he approaches I get a waft of nicotine and smoke go
up my nose, and it is now that I realise that Francois smokes. I feel a
little concerned about it now that I know, especially with that awful cough
he has, as I now know that he can't be in the best of health, but I have
heard that it is very hard to give up smoking so I understand why he
hasn't.

"Sorry, I have been trying to give up, but I really needed to have one. I
now wish that I didn't but it's too late now." Francois says apologetically
to us. He does look genuinely remorseful about having given into the
cravings, but if giving up is as hard as I've heard then I don't blame him
for it.

"Look you don't need to be sorry because I know how hard it is to give
up. I used to smoke until I was pregnant with Josh and then decided it was
time to quit, because I knew we couldn't afford me to smoke since we were
going to have another mouth to feed. It really was a struggle but with good
support I got through it, and I know you can to. We are all here to support
you through it, because I know that everyone here cares for you and your
health." Mum tells Pierre sincerely, which astounds me because I never knew
that mum used to smoke. I actually feel a little proud knowing that I'm the
reason for mum giving up, even if it was more for the fact that at the time
they couldn't afford to smoke and feed me at the same time.

"Thank you that means so much to me, and it really does help knowing that I
have so many people who care. So thank you all." Francois replies from the
bottom of his heart. Every single one of us just give him an affectionate
smile, and take turns to give him a little hug to emphasis mum's
point. Even mum and Sarah give Francois a hug as they too have grown to
respect the man in the short time we have known him. Manuel just seems to
love anyone he meets and as a result gives Francois the biggest hug and a
friendly peck on the cheek. I'm glad that the kiss is short but sweet
because it means that we must have got through to him about his overly
enthusiastic show of affection.

Now with everyone back together and ready to go, we all wander to the lifts
and head downstairs. Once downstairs we proceed in an orderly fashion
through the hotel lobby and out the main doors. Instead of taking the van
we walk the short distance to the centre of town. It is a lot brighter
today with the sun out, but still not particularly warm with a frigid
breeze still blowing.

We stop at the closest boulangerie (bakery) along the way to get a baguette
and a pain au chocolat each for breakfast. Once we have got everything we
need and it's all paid for we continue on our way. We stop at another shop
a couple of doors down which is the local charcuterie which is essentially
a delicatessen type shop. The selection of sliced meats on offer here is
astounding, as I have never seen so many different types of sliced meat on
offer. Mum gets enough ham for all of us and then pays and we head off
again.

We come across a pretty decent sized park called the parc de sources. The
park is encircled by a wrought iron colonnade, and inside the park is
filled with chestnut and plane trees with lots of park benches and eating
areas. We stroll leisurely through the park looking for a nice place to
eat, which offers a bit of protection from the frigid breeze.

We find a nice sheltered spot along the wall of the hall des sources, which
is an elegant glass hall that is home to another of the town's natural
springs. We all take a seat at a picnic table and Francois expertly breaks
up the baguette into even sized pieces and hands everyone a piece. I take
my piece and watch what Pierre does with his. He rips it down the middle in
order to be able to fill it with some of the ham mum bought, so I follow
suit.

We are soon all sitting there enjoying our piece of baguette filled with
ham. It really is delicious especially given how fresh all the ingredients
are, and the pain au chocolat just helps finish off a great
breakfast. Eating outside in such a magnificent park also helps set a
really positive mood for the rest of the day. Even when I don't think I can
get any happier I do, and it really is an amazing feeling.

Once we have finished breakfast and cleaned up the rubbish, we spend a
chunk of the day just taking a leisurely stroll through the old town of
Vichy. The character and charm of the place is awesome and I am really
having a good time enjoying such a splendid old place. The history really
fascinates me, and Pierre does his best to explain to me about as much as
he can. His sexy French accent just makes me feel like all this is a really
pleasant dream since it all still seems to be too surreal.

We eventually end up at the park down by the river's edge surrounded by
beautiful trees and perfectly manicured grass fields. As we continue to
lazily meander through the park we come across a children's
playground. Before mum even gets a chance to say anything Callum and Manuel
have sprinted off excitedly towards the playground. Me and Pierre crack up
at their enthusiasm before we decide to follow and go act like little kids
again.

Me and Pierre slid down the slides, swung on the swings climbed the monkey
bars and generally enjoyed playing around like the younger two are. For me
I am getting a chance to enjoy part of the childhood I have missed because
of everything that has happened to me in the past. We spend ages playing
around as I try to catch up with as much as I can of the life I have missed
out on.

Pierre is in the same boat in a lot of ways, as ever since his mum died he
sort of stopped being able to enjoy just being a kid so he too is playing a
bit of catch up. It must look like we are immature for our age but given
what we have had inflicted on us I really don't care, because I really am
enjoying being a nine year old again and so is Pierre.

The adults are all watching us playing around on the playground. It warms
mums heart to see me being a kid again, and she is getting a warm fuzzy
feeling as a result. For the first time in ages she has no feeling of guilt
trying to take over, because she knows that I am well on the healing path
now. As much as she still can't accept my relationship with Pierre she
knows that she has made the right decision bringing him back into my life,
and she will try her hardest not to let her feelings about our love
interfere with what really is a good thing for me.

Pierre and I suddenly decide that we want to play with the other two
younger ones a bit more so decide that a game of tag is in order. We spend
ages running around like headless chickens playing tag, causing us all to
get really hot and sweaty, but it really is worth it. By the time we have
all tired out our faces are just beaming brightly out our internal
happiness like lighthouse beacons. It really has been wonderful to rekindle
my youth and act like a kid again as it really is something that I didn't
do a lot of when I was Callum's age.

Totally spent and exhausted, I crash to the ground and just lie back and
relax. The grass is surprisingly dry considering all the rain we had
yesterday, and the temperature is now at a nice comfortable level allowing
me to really enjoy just lying there. Pierre lies down beside me, while
Callum and Manuel decide to sit on the grass not too far from us.

We just spent a while relaxing and talking away mindlessly like little
boys' should do after having so much fun. The adults are sitting on a park
bench talking amongst themselves because even they aren't in any rush to go
anywhere. It is a glorious day and with everything we have done it just
keeps getting better and better. I have not had a day like this in ages
where I have just been allowed to be a kid, and there have been no strings
attached, so it really is the best I have felt in a long time. And having
my sexy boyfriend with me just makes it all the more worthwhile and
exuberant.

I am so comfortable, happy and relaxed that I almost doze off numerous
times while we are all nattering away to one another. Eventually I decide
that it's time to stand back up, not only because I'm dozing off all the
time, but also because I can feel the residue moisture from the grass
seeping into the back of my shirt and pants making me start to feel a
little cold.

Starting to feel a chill because of my wet back, I strain to get myself
back into a sitting position and then stand up. I can see the adults are
still talking amongst themselves and look to be in no hurry to leave, so I
decide to start up another game of tag. Before anyone cottons onto my idea
I tag my little brother and run away. Manuel and Pierre knowing what I have
started quickly get to their feet and scatter in all directions, leaving
Callum to slowly click on to what is happening.

Callum is a little bit slow and sluggish to start with since he has become
miles too relaxed for the sudden game of tag, but it doesn't take him long
to loosen up and get back into the spirit of things. Again we are running
around like decapitated poultry, and soon we are beaming our exuberance out
all over again.

I look at my little brother a little enviously, knowing that he still has a
couple of years at least to truly enjoy being a kid, and I really wish I
could turn back time so I could have enjoyed my childhood more too. I know
that will never happen so I make it my goal to enjoy every moment I am in
France to act like a little kid, just so that I do have some fond memories
of my childhood, but when I get back to New Zealand I know I will have to
act my age again.

I try to draw out the game of tag for as long as I can, knowing this is one
of the last chances I will get to enjoy acting like a child. I really want
to start a free for all wrestling match, but know mum would be none too
happy with that especially if we get our clothes dirty. Once everyone has
tired from the game again we head back to the playground for one last play
because we all instinctively know mum will want to go soon.

Me and Pierre eventually end up on the swings and battle each other to see
who can swing the highest. We both get to about the same height before it
becomes too dodgy to push the swing any higher, so we ease back and relish
one of the simpler delights of being a child. I notice out of the corner of
my eye that someone has taken the remaining swing and look over to see who
it is.

I am really surprised to see that it is Sarah who has decided to swing with
us, but I am really happy to see her out here having fun with us especially
after all she has done for us. She seems to be having an absolute blast as
well, while she swings along beside us. It really is strange as to how
simple the concept of a swing is, but yet how much pleasure you can get
from such a uncomplicated device, but either way I'm not really too
concerned because I am having miles too much fun to seriously think about
something so trivial.

I suddenly notice Callum and Manuel running off towards the adults, who I
now see have got off the bench and now wandering along the river's edge
back towards the direction the hotel is in. reluctantly I stop myself
swinging, and wait till the swing stops itself because I don't want to
leave it just yet, so I don't use my feet as a break to stop it
quickly. Sarah and Pierre follow suit, and then my sister notices the look
of disappointment on my face.

"I know you really don't want to leave, and I know that mum really didn't
want to stop you having fun, but if she is leaving then it must be time to
head back to the hotel and get ready for tea. Mum really enjoyed seeing you
being a kid again so wasn't going to stop you until we had to leave." Sarah
explains to me. I am really pleased to know that mum didn't leave to stop
me having fun, instead she did the opposite and allowed me to have fun
until the final minute, but I still feel disappointed that it is all over.

"Yeah I know. I'm glad to see you having fun as well." I reply to Sarah,
but my voice is unenthusiastic and still has a hint of disappointment in
it. Sarah gives me a hug to try and cheer me up which works a little but it
isn't until Pierre also hugs me as well that I stop feeling a little
let-down at having to stop having fun. The hugs are short but very sweet,
before they both release me so that we can catch up to the others.

As we wander off in the direction we last saw the others heading in, Pierre
takes a hold of my hand and pulls me closer into him. We walk along towards
the hotel lovingly holding hands and sort of snuggling into each
other. Other than Sarah there is no one else around so we feel safe enough
to continue to walk this way without any fear of reprisals. Sarah turns
around briefly to see why we seem to be slowly drifting behind, and when
she sees us she can do nothing but smile to herself whilst hoping that she
will be lucky enough to find that special someone.

I really don't understand why people would be offended by us holding hands
because it really does feel like the most natural thing in the world, and
the feelings of closeness and completeness make me never want to release
Pierre special delicate hand. We hold hands as long as we possibly can
before we reluctantly release each other because there are too many people
around now, and we really don't want to cop any flack because someone takes
offense to two boys' holding hands.

I feel hugely disappointed at having to release Pierre's tender soft hand
because I really can't understand what anyone's problem is with it. It is
perfectly natural and the most basic form of showing love and affection to
someone, so why two boys' holding hands offends anyone beats me. I am
tempted to take a hold of Pierre's hand again and tell anyone who objects
to `shove it' but I quickly realise just how bad an idea that is, so just
continue to wander towards the hotel normally while fuming a little at how
bigoted and intolerant the world is.

We get back to the hotel quite a while after everyone else, but thankfully
Sarah has made sure that she stays close to us to ensure we find our way
back safely, because if she didn't I think Pierre and I would be completely
lost by now. We all quickly head upstairs and to our rooms so that we can
get ready for dinner with Manuel's dad, who must be due to show up shortly
if he isn't already here.

Sarah disappears into her room and Pierre into his. I have no choice but to
get changed in my room because I didn't leave my good clothes in Pierre's
room and by the time I get them and head back to Pierre's room it will be
pointless, since he will pretty much be changed already. Callum really has
been thoughtful of me the whole time we have been here, because yet again
he has left the door unlocked so I can enter without having to knock.

I turn the handle and open the door and yet again get ambushed by two
extremely excited nine year olds. Both of them are only half changed, well
I should say unchanged, because they have only got as far as removing their
tops. Thankfully this time they don't tackle me, instead they launch
themselves into a big hug around my torso. They both look really happy and
pleased about something, which sort of makes me wonder what they have been
up to before I showed up. I quickly realise that they didn't have any real
time to get up to too much, so I am a little confused as to their reaction.

"Oh Joshy I am so happy that you played with us at the park and was a kid
again. I never thought I would see you doing that again and I am really
happy for you." Callum beams to me. I had never thought of that as the
reason for the looks of happiness on their faces, but I suppose I shouldn't
be surprised, because I think Callum has always just wanted me to act like
a kid again.

"It really was fun playing around with you two like a nine year old again,
hopefully we might get another chance but I am getting too old for that
now." I reply to my sweet little brother and give him a loving hug back.

"You aren't too old, as you are still just a kid. Anyway you are only as
old as you allow yourself to be and I want you to just keep being a kid
like me." Callum retorts letting me know exactly how he feels. I just
squeeze him tighter because I really feel overwhelmed with happiness at
everything which has happened up to this moment.

My life really does feel like it has meaning now, and all the wounds of the
past seem to be slowly healing themselves. I know I still have a long way
to go, but for the first time I feel like I can be a normal person again,
and with the love and support from everyone I know I can conquer my
internal battles. The thing that warms my heart the most is seeing all the
scars in Callum's life starting to close up and mend themselves, because I
really do feel guilty for inflicting such pain in his life even though all
I was trying to do was protect him from exactly that.

"Come on you two we need to get ready or everyone will soon be waiting for
us." I tell Manuel and Callum, who both give me a disappointed look and hug
me tighter. I sigh knowing that they just want another moment or two to
enjoy being with me, because I really want to be with Pierre again. if I
didn't love my brother so much I would probably be getting annoyed right
now, but instead I just hug them both a little tighter to show them how
much I do appreciate and love them.

Callum and Manuel reluctantly release me from their embrace after a couple
of minutes. Then they both drop their shorts and undies to the floor and
step out of them. They are both now standing in front of me completely
naked with their soft boyhoods exposed for everyone in the room to see,
which is only me but it still surprises me as to how comfortable Callum is
about himself now.

Now that they are both naked they don't get changed straight away instead
they latch back onto me a strip off my clothes, leaving me completely naked
as well. I am left a little dumbfounded by how quickly it happens but I'm
really not too surprised, because the two boys' have already done this to
me and Pierre before.

I jump a little and get my biggest surprise of the day when there is a loud
knock at the door. The surprise comes in the form of Callum, who without a
care in the world heads over to the door still completely naked to answer
it. He doesn't make any attempt to cover himself, even given the prospect
of mum or even Sarah being just on the other side of the door. Callum
throws open the door in a way I would have expected if he was clothed, but
not given that he is naked, and there is a man standing there.

"Papa!" Manuel yells, and rushes over to his dad and embraces him in a
tight hug. He then gives his father a short but sweet kiss on the lips
before hugging him again. Me and Callum are happy with the way the way
Manuel displayed his affection, because it really does mean that we have
got through to him. His dad looks completely surprised by the way Manuel
has shown him how much he loves him, because he has got so used to being
continually kissed that he has forgotten how to show your love in a
sensible and proper fashion.

"Will you be my daddy?" Callum asks Manuel's dad earnestly but completely
out of the blue. I am stunned and rendered completely speechless by
Callum's question and the way he asks it as if it is the most natural
question in the world. Callum hugs the man as he asks the question, so that
he can feel the fatherly love, which radiates from the man, all over again.

"Look I do love you, especially for what you have done for Manuel, but I'm
not sure that is such a good idea because I live here and you live in New
Zealand. So it is going to be hard for me to even pretend to be a father to
you, with how far we are going to be apart." Manuel's dad replies as
honestly and soothingly as possible. He really doesn't want to upset Callum
because he cares a lot for him and me as well, but he does need Callum to
see some sense.

"But... but... I know you're right, but we will be coming back quite often
so we will still see you heaps." Callum retorts, incidentally putting all
the pressure on me to ensure we visit as often as possible. I don't care
because I want to come back over here as often a possible anyway because of
Francois, but now also because of Manuel's dad who I feel a close bond
to. I regain my senses and go over and embrace the father in a hug as well.

"Please, I want you as a dad as well. You really mean so much to us." I
plead with Manuel's dad, who releases a big audible sigh telling us that he
is on the verge of caving in. We hug him tighter hoping it will break down
the last of his barriers and get him to admit defeat.

"I'm still not sure. I'll tell you what, we will see how things progress
and I will talk to your mother about it as well." He replies making us feel
a little disappointed that he didn't give in and allow us to sort of adopt
him. He gives us a warm fatherly hug though to tell us that he really does
care, he is just a little bit worried about the whole distance thing is
all.

"Anyway you naked lot need to put some clothes on before someone catches
you." Manuel's dad orders us and releases his embrace of us. Remembering
that we are all still naked we grudgingly release Manuel's dad from our
hugs, and head off to find some clothes.

Manuel's dad hands his son the clothes he has bought for him to wear, so
that Callum can have his own clothes back. Manuel grabs the clothes and
heads over to Callum's bed and lays them down on it, and waits for Callum
to find his clothes before getting dressed himself. Callum only has to find
something for his top half because he really has no other option but to
wear the same pants again, because he has run out of clean ones. Which of
course begs the question as to why he took them off in the first place, but
nothing surprises me too much anymore about my little brother because
Manuel has changed him so much.

Pierre who has already finished getting changed waltzes into the room
straight past Manuel's dad, who he greets politely and wanders straight
over to me. I have my back to my boyfriend as I sift through the contents
of my bag in search of something to wear, so I am completely unaware that
my boyfriend is even in the room let alone standing right behind me.

Once I have the clothes I want to wear I stand back up, and Pierre uses the
chance to reach around and give my flaccid boyhood a playful grope. I turn
around in a flash thinking it is Manuel or Callum teasing my little dickie,
and am quickly embraced in a tender loving kiss from my boyfriend who again
fondles my prick which reacts instantly this time and quickly hardens to
its full 2 inches. The kiss is short and sweet and extremely tender and
loving, which leaves me wanting more but knowing this isn't the time to do
so.

Despite Manuel's dad still being in the room I still make no attempt to
hide my raging stiffie because I'm not really worried about people seeing
me in that state anymore, especially after my sister having seen my boner
when she came in this morning. Pierre lets me go so that I can get changed
so that we can go out for dinner on time without me getting in trouble for
holding everyone up.

I quickly pull on some black briefs disappointing Pierre who has been
ogling my stiff boyhood, because I cover it up on him. Pierre still stares
at my near nakedness with a look of longing and appreciation, and he takes
a really good long look at my tented out undies, which causes my stiff
little dickie to twitch inside my briefs. I pull up my aqua blue cotton
jeans and carefully do them up ensuring that my little tent isn't sticking
out. I then pull on a plain white tight fitting muscle shirt, and a cream
coloured pullover.

Now changed, I take my time to take in my sexy French boyfriend and his
smart looking outfit. He is wearing black dress pants, a white with thin
gold stripes collared shirt and a cream button up cardigan type of
thing. He had done his hair as well which has a perfectly straight part
right down the centre. He really does look smart and sexy, and I let him
know it by giving him a tender loving kiss on the lips.

I quickly put on my shoes and socks, before standing up and taking Pierre's
hand and following everyone else out into the hallway. Mum instantly gives
me and Pierre a disapproving look at seeing us holding hands, but she
remembers that she allowed us to do it so keeps her mouth shut. It really
is going to be a long hard struggle for her to come to some sort of real
acceptance towards our relationship, but the more she learns to not say
anything about it the easier things will become.

Callum and Manuel are roughhousing around as we all wait on Francois and
Sarah to finish getting themselves ready. The two boys' really do enjoy
being with each other, and they both are really happy all the time at the
moment. They have connected on a level of being great friends but I don't
think it will go past that, because I am almost confident that both boys'
are straight, despite Manuel's current fascination with boys' genitalia.

Mum and Manuel's dad are fully engaged in a conversation now that she has
taken her mind away from Pierre and me holding hands. They really seem to
be getting animated with their chat, and I'm almost sure that they are both
subconsciously flirting with each other. I am actually really happy to see
that as if they do hook up it will make it easier on Pierre and
me. Although I'm not quite sure how it will work given they both live in
countries on the opposite side of the world to each other, but if it makes
them happy I don't care. I mean what's the worst that could happen, we all
move to France?

With mum engaged in an animated conversation with Manuel's dad and the two
younger boys' playing around, I pull Pierre in close to me a give him
another quick loving kiss on the lips. The feelings are so awesome that I
really wish I didn't have to stop, but I can't risk mum catching us kissing
or all hell will break loose.

I break off the kiss suddenly as I feel my hair getting ruffled up. I look
up and Francois's craggy face smiling at me. He whispers into my ear that I
should be more careful where I choose to kiss, because there are lots of
people who would object to seeing that. I just nod my understanding, but
this is the first time we have kissed anywhere where we could potentially
get seen so it's not like we go overboard with it.

It turns out that mum had also seen me kissing Pierre, but Manuel's dad had
managed to convince her just to let us be. He told her the more we showed
our affection while she is around the quicker she would be forced to get
used to it, and as much as she doesn't like it she knows he is right. Mum
does also whisper in my ear that she doesn't want to see me kissing in
public places but that is all she says about it much to my relief.

I still keep a hold of Pierre's soft delicate hand and sort of snuggle into
him at the same time, because I really do need to have some sort of contact
with my lover. The feelings I get from him are far too addictive to not be
able to touch him, so I will hold onto his hand as long as I possibly can.

Sarah finally emerges elegantly from her room and sees me and Pierre
holding hands so smiles at us. She really has been so supportive of my love
for Pierre that I struggle to believe this is the same person I absolutely
hated not that long ago. She has done more for me and Pierre than I ever
could have dreamed and I am eternally grateful to her for it all.

Now that everyone is out in the hallway and ready, mum tries to settle the
two younger boys' down seeing as they are both still hyped up and running
around like lunatics. Once she finally has them quietened down enough for
her liking, we all head towards the lift. Again we go downstairs and make
our way through the hotel lobby outside, but this time we don't head to the
van because there is now too many of us to fit in comfortable. Also the
restaurant is just a short walk away, so there really is no point in all of
us loading into the van.

We all make our way down the street in an orderly fashion. Manuel's dad and
my mum are walking side by side, and in fact they have hardly left each
other's side since they gathered out in the hallway at the hotel. Sarah is
walking with Francois just talking about stuff, it seems like Sarah has
become close to Pierre's uncle like he really is part of the family. Manuel
and Callum are skipping along just having as much fun as they can without
going overboard and getting scolded for it. I still have Pierre's lovely
soft hand in mine while we wander towards the restaurant.

It is a really pleasant evening for a stroll. The sun is low in the sky
casting an orange to red glow on the underside of the light smattering of
cumulus clouds in the sky. The frigid breeze which was up earlier in the
day has died and changed directions so there is just a faint light breeze
coming in from the opposite direction which is good because there is also a
little warmth to the breeze now making it really quite pleasant. The
streetlights have been turned on and are lighting the streets in a pleasant
yellow glow, made even nicer by the old fashion fittings the bulbs are
placed into.

There is almost a romantic feel in the air, and I can feel the extra love
surging through me. It really is wonderful being able to hold Pierre's hand
as we walk down the streets of such a beautiful town, while knowing we are
going out to have a really nice quality meal at a restaurant. Aside from
that one unfortunate incident I have really enjoyed my time so far in
France and I can't wait to see what's in store for us next.

We make it to the restaurant which is the same one we had lunch at when we
first arrived after having picked up Pierre and his uncle. I am really glad
that we are coming back here as I really loved the food last time around,
and now it gives me a chance to try one of the other delightful meals they
have on offer. Callum is really excited too, because he can't wait to get
some more escargots after having thoroughly enjoyed them the first time
round.

We enter the restaurant and are immediately shown to a table because mum
had made sure to book us in to ensure we got enough seats for all of
us. The waitress is warm and friendly and immediately takes our drinks
order, which is champagne again no real surprise there. I am really
enjoying this French custom of kids being allowed alcohol with their meal,
as champagne is just to die for, it is so nice.

Callum has made sure to sit beside Francois, while Manuel of course sits
right beside my little brother. Callum has specially chosen to sit beside
Francois because he wants to get the man to order the food he did last
time. The problem is Callum can't pronounce escargot so he is totally
confusing Francois with what he is saying. Pierre and I pick up on what
Callum is trying to ask Francois so help him out, well I should say Pierre
helps him out because he can pronounce what they are called.

Sarah who is sitting at the head of the table is making faces of disgust
knowing what it is Callum is after. She can't believe that her youngest
brother likes such a repulsive thing, in fact she can't believe anyone at
all could eat it because she thinks it's the most horrible tasting thing
that she has ever tried. Sarah is sitting at the head of the table because
mum has chosen to sit as close to Manuel's dad as possible.

Mum and Manuel's dad just seem to be endlessly engaged in conversation,
with both of them also still subconsciously flirting with each other
still. I'm not sure whether they are aware that they're doing it, or at
least they are not aware of how blatantly obvious they are about it. It is
that obvious that I'm almost sure that everyone else at the table has
picked up on it, well I'm not too sure about the youngsters but I know
everyone else has.

"Joshy, does my papa like your mummy like how you feel about Pierre?"
Manuel whispers to me from across the table. Well now I know that everyone
at the table has picked up on how close my mum has got to Manuel's dad. I
for one am happy about it because if all her attention is focused on
Manuel's dad then she isn't concentrating on me and Pierre.

"Yes Manuel, I think they are in love with each other. I hope it's not a
problem." I reply to the youngster, who just smiles and shakes his head to
tell me that he has no problem with it. I give him a warm smile back
because I'm glad he is happy with the situation.

"Cool then maybe we really will be brothers. That would be like so awesome
cos I love you, Pierre and Callum because you have already been like
brothers to me." Manuel whisper's enthusiastically to me with an even
bigger smile on his cute as a button little face. I can do nothing more
than produce a bigger smile myself as his affection rubs off on me.

"Maybe, but it doesn't matter because you will always be one of our
brothers." I reply sincerely to Manuel, who just produces the biggest smile
that he physically can. I think that he would have hugged and kissed me by
now if it wasn't for the fact he is sitting on the opposite side of the
table.

While I have been talking with Manuel the waitress has come back with the
champagne and poured everyone a glass. Francois also used the opportunity
to keep Callum happy by ordering a couple of plates of escargot. He wasn't
sure whether Manuel or his father also liked them so plays it safe and
orders the extra plate just encase, because he figures Callum will eat most
of them anyway.

With the order placed and the glasses full the waitress disappears again,
leaving us to mingle amongst ourselves again. Everyone is just softly
talking to the person next to them, with the exception of the two
youngsters who are becoming very animated and rambunctious in their
conversation.

I am really happy with what I am seeing at the table, so I decide to do
something I've always wanted to do. I release Pierre's hand for the first
time since we started holding hands at the hotel. I then pick up my
champagne glass and a small spoon, and lightly tap the glass making a
tinkling noise in order to get everyone's attention. Once I see that
everyone is looking towards me I start.

"I would like to propose a toast to our one big happy family." I say
grinning from ear to ear, because I really am glad to be surrounded by so
many people who care so much for me and everyone else around them. We may
not be a true family but it is close enough for me.

Everyone just starts clinking their glasses together making me even happier
that they agree with what I said. I'm a little surprised Manuel and Callum
don't break their glasses when they clink them together because they do it
a little overenthusiastically. It really is a special occasion and I am so
happy that I had to go to France now because I not only have the most
special person in the world to me back, but I have also gathered the most
loving caring people to be part of my family.

With the toast over and everyone talking amongst themselves again, I take
Pierre's hand into my own once more. It really does feel wonderful and
natural to hold Pierre's hand and I really wish I never have to let it
go. I know I felt really close to Pierre when we were living together, but
I feel a lot closer to him now. Maybe it's because we have been separated
for so long, or maybe my love for him has grown stronger, but it doesn't
really matter as he makes me feel complete.

The waitress turns back up with the two plates of escargot and places them
nicely on the table, before leaving again. Almost as soon as the plate
touches the table Pierre and Callum are into it, and getting as much as
they can. Francois soon joins them, and starts to enjoy the French delicacy
with the boys'. I decide to have a couple because I didn't think that they
tasted bad, and I also think it would be rude not to.

Manuel and his father are a little unsure as to whether they want to try
them or not, because neither of them have ever had it before. Manuel's dad
has seen them dished up numerous times when he was a kid, at some of the
parties his parents used to throw, but he was always too scared to try
them. Having seen Callum enjoying them enthusiastically and me grabbing a
couple myself, they decide to go for gold and at least try them.

Manuel is still very tentative as he puts it up to his mouth in order to
try a cooked snail for the first time in his young life, but eventually he
puts it in and tastes it, and then he ends up like Callum trying to get as
many as he can. It really is quite funny to him, with how tentative and
scared he was to try it in the first place but now he thinks they are one
of the best tasting things in the world. Manuel's dad on the other hand is
the same as mum and me, very nonplussed about them. He doesn't see what the
big deal with them is, but he also doesn't hate them.

The plates are quickly polished off, with Manuel and Callum getting the
bulk of the delicacy. The waitress quickly returns and takes away the empty
plates after having seen that they are empty. She returns a short time
later to take our orders. It takes a long time to go through everyone, but
we all get our orders placed successfully. Pierre and me swap what we had
last time so that we can enjoy what the other had the first time we came
here. I have to say that I really am looking forward to mine, because it
just looked so delicious when Pierre had ordered it.

With the orders placed the waitress turns around and takes them through to
the kitchen, leaving us to further enjoy the casual yet vibrant atmosphere
of the restaurant. It is now that I remember that I have one important task
to deal with, because I had promised to get to the bottom of a certain
issue. I have decided that now is going to be as good a time as any, so set
myself up to ask the question.

"Mr Bruni, do you mind if I ask you a question?" I say to Manuel's dad
after getting his attention first. He just nods his head to let me know
that I can continue.

"You don't have answer this but I think it will be helpful if you do. Why
did Manuel's mum leave? I only ask this because Manuel blames himself for
the reason she left him but I really can't understand how it could be his
fault." I say to Manuel's dad. He takes a big gulp followed with a deep
sigh, making me think that he isn't going to answer the question. I hope he
does for Manuel's sake but I'm not going to put any pressure on him.

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