Date: Sun, 11 Aug 2013 11:10:39 +1200
From: bob charles <pennywise3636@gmail.com>
Subject: Washed Up (Gay / Young friends) chapter 14

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 14:

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.

************

Manuel's dad is thinking long and hard about what I have asked him and the
longer he is taking to answer the more my heart sinks, thinking that he
isn't going to tell us. I can see the same thing happening in Manuel who
was looking at his father earnestly after I asked the question, now his
face is becoming more and more disappointed. I feel sorry for him because I
really want him to know that it isn't his fault. It can't be his fault,
well can it?

"Manuel it isn't your fault. There is no way on earth that it could be your
fault, so you can stop blaming yourself for it." Manuel's dad eventually
says, breaking the tense silence that has clouded the table. It is a start
but for Manuel's sake, but I know he has to tell the whole story. I'm not
going to pressure him into it because it has to be hard on him and I know
he will tell us in his own time, well he will at least tell his son anyway
and that's all that really matters.

"The reasons your mum left can be blamed more directly on your mum's
parents, your grandparents, because they were the ones who effectively
ruined everything." He continues, leaving everyone a little stunned at the
revelation because we can't comprehend what could have gone so wrong that
her parents could have driven her away from her own new born baby. Manuel
is listening on intently hoping to get answers for what has been bugging
him most of his young life.

"You see both of our parents are rich and highly respected people in
Marseille society, and they are also devoutly Christian. Your mum and me
were young and in love, and well things happened which your grandparents
didn't agree with. When your mum got pregnant with you it was the final
straw for her parents and they essentially kicked her out of the family. It
wasn't you it is more that your mum and I were doing stuff that our
parent's religion doesn't agree with." He says, with tears starting to
trickle from his eyes as he recalls what happened.

"My parents did the same, so we were both left as outcasts by our own
families. It really tore your mum up, and as a result she couldn't handle
it and turned to drugs. When I realised that she was taking heroin I kicked
her out, and told her that she wouldn't be allowed to see you again until
she cleaned herself up and got off the drugs. I did it to protect you, but
unfortunately she didn't listen. She is still a drug addict on the streets
of Marseille. To protect you further I had to get out of the city and start
a new life, so I move here. It wasn't your fault in the slightest, and I
don't want you to blame yourself anymore." He finishes up.

Tears are trickling from the eyes of everyone at the table, because we are
all feeling really cut up about Manuel's dad's story. It really must have
been difficult for him to kick out the love of his life in order to protect
his new born son, but I really envy him for making such a courageous
decision. Manuel's burden has left him, and I can literally see the weight
getting taken off his shoulders. He gets out of his chair and runs up to
his dad and gives him a big hug.

"Thank you dad. I'm sad that you had to kick mum out but I'm glad you
did. You have been really good to me and I really love you for it. I'm sad
about you parents because they should love you like I do." Manuel says to
his father in a serious but loving voice. He has taken all the information
surprisingly well, and aside from a couple of tears, he hasn't cried at
all.

"Son I love you too. You are the most important person in my life and I
will do everything within my powers to make sure you have it better than I
did. I hope you now understand why I told you that you have no
grandparents, because I feel really bad for lying to you about them."
Manuel's dad says lovingly to his son.

"Dad you didn't lie to me because your parents disowned you, so therefore I
don't have any grandparents." Manuel tells his father in a serious tone of
voice, causing his dad to give him a huge hug and a little peck on the
forehead to show his appreciation for what he has just said to him. It
really is a loving tender moment between the two, so the rest of us just
sit there quietly to give them the respect and privacy they deserve.

They just hug each other for a long moment, and the love they feel for each
other can be seen clearly. It leaves me feeling a little envious because I
would really like to be as close to my dad as that. I used to be before
things went horribly wrong, and I really do miss the loving father I had at
one stage of my young life. I would give anything to get that father back,
well everything except Pierre that is.

Gradually, after a long time Manuel decides it is time let go of his
father, but ensures to give him a tender loving kiss on the lips first. The
boy really is sweet and caring when he leaves his dad and retakes his seat
at the table. I am really glad to have both of them enter our lives,
because they are both the friendliest most caring people, who I have
developed a close bond with. I know that Callum has too.

"Thank you Mr Bruni. I'm truly sorry that things have turned out the way
they have, but I am really glad you told us and cleared things up for
Manuel. If it is any consolation we are your family now, so you are no
longer alone in the world." I say sincerely to Manuel's dad. I say it in
the most heartfelt and loving way because I really do regard them as
family.

"I am so honoured that you said such a nice and loving thing, and I do
accept your invitation this time. I didn't before because I was scared,
scared I would get rejected and hurt all over again but I can now see that
it won't happen with you lot. I thank you for coming into our lives because
Manuel really needs a family as caring as you." Manuel's dad replies with a
warm friendly voice.

I am thinking about getting out of my seat to give him a hug and get those
loving fatherly feelings that I miss so much all over again, but I'm beaten
to it by Callum. As quick as a flash my little brother is out of his seat
and latches tightly onto Manuel's dad. He then buries his head into the
man's shoulder while he cries in happiness and acceptance. I decide not to
get up at this stage just to allow my little brother a tender moment to
himself, and anyway I'm still holding the hand of the love of my life so I
already have the most important person to me.

Seeing Callum hugging the man so tightly has a profound effect on mum, as
she feels herself falling even more in love with the man. She really can't
believe it because she has only just met the guy and hardly knows him at
all and yet she knows that she loves him. Mum has never made any attempt to
find anyone after what happened with dad, but somehow the perfect man has
fallen into her life and she doesn't know how she is going to cope without
him.

Sarah has also noticed the way mum seems to be falling for the man, but it
is really hard for her. As much as my sister now knows the truth about dad,
it is still hard for her to hate the man who has always been so kind and
loving to her. She does regard Manuel's dad as family but isn't yet willing
to accept him as a replacement father, because she feels like she will
betraying her real dad despite of everything he has done she still can't
fully hate him.

François is feeling a little left out, because he really doesn't think
that this will change anything for him. He is actually worried that it
might mean he gets less time with us if and when we come to visit. He keeps
a brave face because he doesn't want anyone to know how he is truly
feeling, but somehow Manuel picks up on it. He changes chairs while Callum
is hugging his dad, and embraces François in a loving hug.

"François, you are family too. I'm sure me and dad will visit as much as
we can, and I will convince dad to invite you over to dinner as much as I
can. I don't want you to feel left out because you really are part of the
family." Manuel whispers lovingly to François, and then gives him a
sweet tender kiss on the cheek. François hugs the little boy back and
mouths `thank you' to him.

They are both smiling from ear to ear because they both feel truly accepted
for the first time in their lives. François has always sort of been an
outcast, and now with his leg having been amputated it has made things even
worse. He really thought he was destined to spend the rest of his life
lonely, until Pierre showed up in his life, and now look at what has
happened. He really wishes he could find someone special to love, but he
can look past that because he now has a loving caring family to worry
about.

All the niceties come to an end when the waitress arrives with our
dinner. Callum reluctantly releases Manuel's dad from his hug and returns
to his seat, which Manuel has just vacated for him. The waitress places the
plates she has bought out in front of their respective diners, and then she
heads back to the kitchen for the remaining dishes. I have to wait for her
to come back before I get my dish, but looking at the ones that have
already been bought out I'm not disappointed. They look as good as they did
the first time we came here.

The waitress arrives back shortly after she disappears with the remaining
dishes. I really am impressed with the way she can carry four plates all at
once and makes it look easy. She places mine and Pierre's in front of us,
before handing out the last two plates. I have the carnard a l'orange,
which Pierre had ordered the time we came for lunch, now in front of me. It
really does look delicious and I dig in straight away.

It is superlative to say the least. It is better than the rabbit stew I had
last time, of which Pierre is trying now. The duck is cooked to perfection
and just falls apart, and with the orange sauce it's drizzled in, is really
is immaculate. I am really glad that I got this because it without a doubt
is the best thing I have ever eaten, and I have eaten some really great
food while we have been in France. The only thing I'm disappointed in with
the dish is that I have finished it, and even though I'm full I still want
more.

Pierre seems to really enjoy the rabbit stew, but I think that he prefers
the duck as well. His plate is still scraped perfectly clean by the end,
but he has been watching me eat with a little bit of an envious look on his
face. Everyone else really enjoys their meals as well, and once finished we
all just sit back in our seats and let the delicious food settle in our
stomachs. The meals are all in perfectly sized portions so none of us feel
bloated, just comfortably full.

After a little while of sitting there talking, the waitress comes back to
clear our dishes. At the same time she asks us whether we want any dessert,
which this time we decide that we do. So once the waitress has cleared the
dishes from the table and taken them away, she returns with the dessert
menu. I don't bother waiting for Pierre or François to translate the
menu for me, because something has already caught my eye so I order it.

I order a cre ?me bru ?le ?e for my dessert, because I have heard of it
before and from what I gather the dish is to die for. Pierre decides to
copy me and orders the same thing, while François translates the menu
for everyone else. The waitress takes everyone else's orders before she
leaves again to take them through to the kitchen.

While we wait for our dessert to arrive we all relax, taking in the
ambience of the restaurant while casually talking amongst ourselves. I have
taken hold of Pierre's hand again because I no longer need it to eat with,
and I just love having some sort of physical contact with my
boyfriend. Manuel's dad and mum are yet again just talking between
themselves and pretty much ignoring the rest of us. They have started to
flirt a lot more openly as well, telling me that they really are starting
to fall in love. I really am happy for them and just hope it all works out.

The waitress quickly ends all the conversations when she returns with
everyone's delicious looking desserts and dishes them out. I am so looking
forward to digging into mine because it looks really delightful and
tasty. Once the waitress has given everyone their dessert she leaves us to
enjoy the food.

I follow Pierre's lead, because he has obviously had this before. I pick up
my spoon and give the hard toffee crust a bit of a tap to break it. The
crust is a lot harder than I expected it to be, so it takes me a couple of
attempts to break through to the custard interior. I take my first sample
and I am not disappointed one little bit, because it really is to die for
it is that delicious.

The only problem I have with the dessert is that it quickly runs out and I
am left to try and scrape the bowl as clean as I can, using my spoon. I
can't lick it clean because my tongue doesn't reach the bottom, and yes I
have tried. I do the best I can to enjoy as much of the remnants as
possible, but as hard as I try I just can't scrape it clean enough for my
liking.

I eventually give up trying to clean my bowl anymore because I just can't
seem to get anymore of the wonderful dessert onto my spoon. Pierre has been
watching me desperately trying to get all of the dessert, and is sort of
giggling at my antics. He must think I'm mad or something, but I don't care
and just give him a big cheesy smile in return.

Everyone else at the table has also finished their desserts but they have
ignored my antics and are again talking to each other. The waitress seeing
that I have now finished, comes back and takes away the plates. While she
gathers my bowl she gives me a funny looking smile, because she too has
been watching me and found my antics quite amusing.

Once she has finished clearing the plates she disappears again for the last
time. We continue to sit around and talk for a little while longer, before
mum and Manuel's dad get out of their seats and go to the counter to
pay. I'm sure Manuel's dad only goes along to be close to mum, because I
know mum will not let the man help with the bill at all, because it is her
treat to him for what he did for us yesterday.

Once mum and Manuel's dad have gone to pay the bill we take the cue and all
stand up and stretch out to iron out all the kinks in our bodies from
sitting down for so long. Once we are all stretched out properly and
feeling limber again, we head over to the counter where mum and Manuel's
dad are. Mum has just finished paying by the time we get there so we all
follow her back outside and then make our way back to the hotel.

Once back outside I instantly take hold of Pierre's warm delicate hand and
we wander back under the clear starlit night sky hand in hand. It just
feels so right and magical, especially under the yellow glow of the
streetlights while we wander through the streets of Vichy. I have made sure
that we have drifted a ways behind mum so that she can't see us, not that
it really matters because all her attention is on Manuel's dad.

The closer we get to the hotel, the closer mum and Manuel's dad get to each
other. I'm half expecting them to start holding hands like Pierre and me,
but as much as I think they want to the never do so. They are still walk
close enough to each other that it almost looks like they are joined at the
hips, but they still avoid the temptation of showing their feelings
publically.

Callum and Manuel are goofing off as usual, and are pushing each other
playfully while we all walk down the street. Their enthusiasm quickly gets
the better of them, which leads to Callum almost pushing Manuel out onto
the road. They quickly settle down after François gives them a stern
talking to, because he really cares about them and doesn't want to see them
getting hurt through their horseplay.

Sarah, who seems to have adopted François more than the rest of us, is
really struggling not to laugh at the two younger boys' clowning
around. She had been in a deep conversation with François, up to the
point when Manuel almost ended up scattered on the road.

I'm really not sure what Sarah regards François as, because I know that
she is still reluctant to completely disown dad. As much as she knows the
horrible truth about the man I know she is still struggling to let go of
the man who has done so much for her in her life. She has always been dad's
favourite, and she knows it which is why she is finding it so hard. With
François though she does seem really happy, and I think he is slowly
taking on the role of her dad despite Sarah's reluctance to admit it.

Manuel and Callum calm down a lot after their telling off, and also because
of the fright they both get when Manuel nearly ends up on the road. Instead
of playing around, they are now talking and joking animatedly between
themselves. It really has been a long time since I have seen Callum so
happy about everything. He really doesn't seem to have a care in the world
anymore, and Manuel is a big reason for that.

Knowing mum isn't paying any attention to me and Pierre I release his hand
and wrap it around his waist and pull him closer into me. Pierre does the
same thing back and we walk the rest of the way back to the hotel as close
together as possible. It really feels awesome being able to hug Pierre so
publically and not be worried about it in the slightest. Mum is the main
person who I am worried about but she is otherwise occupied at the moment,
as for anyone else I feel completely safe having Sarah, François and
Manuel's dad so close by, so I am not worried about getting hassled by some
homophobic moron.

We reach the hotel without any major dramas, well except for Manuel nearly
ending up sprawled on the road. We get a surprise when mum and Manuel's dad
go straight in the front door to the lobby. I had been expecting Manuel and
his dad to be going home now, albeit very reluctantly, but again mum seems
to have other ideas.

As Pierre and I enter the front door I know that I have to release my sexy
boyfriend now or else mum will not be happy in the slightest. It takes all
my will power to release Pierre because I really don't want to do it, even
if it is only temporarily. I really wish mum could get over this adversity
she has towards our relationship, because I would really like to be able to
cuddle and kiss Pierre without having to worry about mum losing her cool.

It turns out I didn't need to let go of Pierre, because once we get inside
the front door and into the lobby I notice that mum and Manuel's dad have
already gone upstairs, leaving everyone else behind. Seeing this it doesn't
take me long to be holding Pierre all over again, in the same fashion as I
had been before we entered the hotel. Aside from the other two love birds
everyone else is standing in front of the lifts waiting for it to come back
down, so Pierre and I hurry to join them.

None of the others take much notice of us, when we join them waiting for
the lift. They really aren't concerned in the slightest that we are
publically hugging each other, which is good and makes me feel all at ease
about it. While standing there waiting for the lift to arrive I get this
sudden urge to kiss Pierre, so I do right there in the hotel lobby and it
feels amazing. The kiss is very short lived as I get a light smack on the
back of my head from my sister, telling me that I shouldn't be doing that.

"Now is not an appropriate time for that, I will allow you to hug in public
providing it is quiet enough but leave kissing for the safety of your
room." Sarah says to us sternly but sincerely, which shows me she isn't mad
but she is just trying to look out for us. I just give my sister a nod of
the head to let her know that I understand and will try not to let it
happen again.

We are then interrupted by a ding and then the opening of the elevator
doors, which puts an end to any further discussion as we all scramble to
get in. The lift doors then close with the same ding they opened to, before
it abruptly jolts and then starts climbing towards our floor. The lift is
pretty old and as a result is really quite noisy. I can hear the winch
humming noisily as it winds the creaking groaning lift towards the top
floor.

Once at our floor the lift stops as abruptly as it started, causing it to
bob up and down for a couple of moment's until the momentum settles. There
is another ding before the doors grind their way open so that we can all
get off. We all get out of the lift as quickly as possible, and we are all
a little surprised that neither mum nor Manuel's dad is anywhere to be
seen.

Manuel and Callum are both jumping up and down with excitement because they
know that Manuel is going to be staying the night again. I feel my heart
give a leap for joy as well, because I'm hoping it means that François
will look after the two youngsters again so Pierre and I can sleep
together. Sarah who is unaffected by any of this says goodnight to all of
us and disappears into her room, leaving us to sort ourselves out.

I give François the best pleading look that I can generate, but he
doesn't seem to notice. He just seems to totally ignore me, and ushers the
two troublesome nine year olds into the room before they can get themselves
too hyped up again. I'm still standing there wondering whether I'm sleeping
with Pierre again or if I have to babysit the boys'. Pierre doesn't wait
around and drags me towards his room with him.

I'm still feeling a little guilty because François may have been
intending on sleeping in here the night, but my fears are quickly eased as
François closes the door once he has the boys' and himself inside the
room. Knowing the François is definitely looking after the young ones
again; I let my guard down and quickly jostle Pierre into our room, closing
the door with a bang behind me.

Once inside the safety of our room I pull Pierre into me and give him the
most romantic and loving kiss I can. Pierre kisses me back tenderly but
still passionately, which just fuels the fire of my infatuation towards
him. We both kick off our shoes and then pull our socks off our feet, by
stepping on the toe of the sock and pulling our foot out of it, before
repeating the process on the other foot. We stand there kissing each other
as lovingly as we can whist we unbutton the other's shirt, and slowly strip
them off.

Once the shirts are removed we carelessly dump them on the floor where we
stand, and proceed to fumble with the buttons of the other's pants. When we
have got the pants undone and unzipped, we temporarily break off the kiss
in order to safely remove them from our legs, before resuming back where we
left off but this time completely naked. We slowly make our way towards the
bed, with our lips still locked together, only separating to take a big
breath of air.

I can already feel the beads of sweat forming on my forehead and trickling
down my face, before dripping into the oblivion. Nothing really seems to
exist anymore, except for my love of the beautiful sexy French boy whom I
have passionately engaged in a kiss. My heart is thumping hard in my chest
cavity as it tries desperately to pump oxygen through my body, but due to
the passion behind our kissing we aren't taking enough breathes to make its
job easy.

I have my eyes open while I passionately kiss my lover, because I just want
to stare into his beautiful sparkling hazel eyes. The devotion and love he
has for me is visible with the way his eyes sparkle, but they also seem
full of energy and fulfilment. Looking deep into his soul he looks
complete, which is the same way I am feeling. We have found each other,
soul mates for life.

Our dicks have both risen to the loving contact and the beautiful warm
loving sensations which are surging through our veins. My little pecker
feels so hard that I really don't think it can get any harder, because as
it is it feels impossibly rigid. Despite the fact that nothing is in direct
contact with my hard little dickie, it still gets the most gorgeous warm
pleasurable feelings radiating out from it, and surging through my small
frame like a tidal wave racing across a vast empty ocean.

With our lips still firmly locked together and our tongues intertwined we
slowly inch our way towards the bed. Time is at a standstill and the world
is still in a pleasant haze, as we are just lost in our overwhelming
passion for the other person. I hear a soft knocking on the door but decide
to ignore it. `It must be Callum or Manuel playing around' I'm thinking,
which is why I don't pay any attention, well that and I really don't want
to stop kissing Pierre.

I hear the knocking again after a few moments, but this time it's a little
louder and more urgent. Grudgingly I decide to break off the beautiful kiss
with Pierre so that I can answer the door. It is really difficult to do
because neither of us want to stop what we are doing, because we are
getting the best feelings in the world and we just love each other too
much.

My mood is a bit annoyed because of having been so rudely interrupted, so I
am preparing to let whoever it is on the other side of the door have it. I
know I shouldn't let my anger cloud my better judgement but given how late
it is at night I would have thought the rest of them would have been
courteous enough to allow us our privacy, especially Callum and Manuel who
both should be in bed asleep anyway. I deliberately stamp me feet as I make
my way to the door to have it clear to whoever is there that I'm not happy,
and to emphasis the fact I throw the door open after I have unlocked it.

I am shocked and confused when it is mum who I see on the other side of the
door, because this is the first time she has ever come to my room since me
and Pierre have been back together. I hadn't even considered her as a
possibility, so my anger dissipates quickly from the shock I receive. Mum's
face quickly flushes a bright shade of red, leaving me even more confused.

"Shit... um... couldn't you at least answer the door with something around
your waist?" Mum says with a clear tone of embarrassment in her voice. I
look down and realise I am still completely naked, and to make matters even
worse my little dickie is still as hard as steel. I can feel my face
turning red from humiliation but it's too late to do anything about it now,
so I don't even bother trying to cover up myself. My dick quickly deflates
anyway from the sheer embarrassment of the situation.

"I'm sorry if I have interrupted anything, I really am, but I want you to
put some pants on and come over to my room because I have something I want
to tell you. Pierre can come too if he wants but I mainly want to see you."
Mum says sincerely. I can't believe it in the slightest as I was preparing
for the nuclear blast of anger from her, especially since I think that she
has misread the situation again, but she doesn't seem to be concerned in
the slightest with what we were doing. `Has hell frozen over' I think to
myself because this was not the reaction I had ever expected to see from
her.

Mum then gives me a smile and heads back to her room. Her smile is forced
but not because she is annoyed at me, no it is almost like there is
something really important on her mind. I suppose it has to be something
important because she came to Pierre's and my room to tell me personally
that she wanted to see me, and that in itself is amazing. I'm really
starting to feel nervous now because I have no idea what could be so
important that mum has to see me now about it.

I close the door up again and head back towards my boyfriend. Pierre's face
says it all as it is full with disbelief and confusion. He also had
expected mum to go nuclear so he had hid himself as best as he could. I
pick up the pants which I had just discarded onto the floor and put them
back on. I don't bother to say anything to Pierre because I know that he
will come with me regardless, which is the same as me. He quickly has his
pants back on and buttoned up and we both head out the door and to mum's
room, holding hands of course.

As we stroll down the corridor towards mum's room, I start to think. What
has gotten into my mother? I mean she seems like she has something
important to tell us, but what surprises me most is that she never went
ballistic at me for doing stuff with Pierre. Usually I would have been in
huge trouble for answering the door in the buff, let alone the fact I still
had a stiffie and yet she didn't really seem too fazed over it. Has she
finally come round and seen some sense? God I hope so.

We get to the door of mum's room which has been left wide open, so we enter
closing the door behind us. Mum and Manuel's dad are both sitting in the
armchairs, but it is seeing Sarah also in here that surprises me. Mum
smiles at me and Pierre as we make our way over to the double bed still
holding hands, which surprises me even further. Something has really got
into mum, and whatever it is I don't want it to ever go away.

"Sarah, Josh... and well in a way it affects you too Pierre. I have
something important I want to tell you, and I hope you will take this the
right way." Mum says as soon as me and Pierre have taken a seat. I'm taken
back by the way mum directs the last part of what she says directly at
Sarah, because normally if there are going to be any major issues it is me
who causes them.

"What is it mum?" I ask a little apprehensively, because I am still used to
any news from mum being bad news. I mainly ask though so we can get this
over and done with, because I really want to go back to what I was doing
before with Pierre.

"Jean and I have decided to go out with each other, because we feel this
really strong connection with each other, so Josh I suppose I now
understand how you feel about Pierre." Mum informs us. I smile as bigger
smile as I can manage because the news is really great to hear. I'm glad
that it means the Manuel's dad could potentially be my father, but the most
important thing is that I think mum finally understands what I feel towards
Pierre.

Sarah on the other hand doesn't quite know how to react. She had seen how
close mum and Manuel's dad have become, but she never expected this. Well
she wouldn't allow herself to thing about the possibility, because she
still struggles to let dad go as a bad egg. She really wants to be happy
for mum but she can't, but then again she isn't sad or angry with the
news. It has really left her feeling conflicted and confused.

"But... but... what does that mean about dad?" Sarah asks, not really
thinking properly. She already knows what the answer is, but she asks it
anyway. She still can't quite come to terms with things yet, so she is
hoping that mum will eventually say something that will clear things up one
way or the other.

"We got divorced before we even went to court. I had stuck by his side for
too long and it almost ruined everything. I have decided it is time to move
on, especially since I have found someone who makes me feel so unbelievably
loved." Mum replies to Sarah as honestly and politely as she can. She
doesn't want to offend Sarah because she knows how conflicted my sister is
about it, so she makes sure that she doesn't say anything too derogatory
about dad.

"Mum why did you stay with him so long? I mean you must have known
something really bad was going to happen before it finally did?" I ask mum
nervously. I really need to understand how mum could allow things to be so
bad for so long, and I figure now is the best time to bring it up, even
though I'm not sure that I'm going to like the answer.

Mum swallows hard because she hadn't prepared herself for this. She had
prepared for a battle with Sarah because she knows how close my sister is
to dad, so she hadn't even thought about any potential questions I might
ask. Mum in a lot of ways is glad that I have asked this question because
it really is the last thing before the whole dad issue can finally be put
to bed, and it also may help to swing Sarah around to being happy for her.

"Your father used to beat me as well Josh, and the main reason you never
noticed was because you were too busy trying to keep Callum safe, that you
weren't paying any attention to what else was happening. Again just like
when dad beat Josh, Sarah you were never around, because your dad was wise
and wanted you on his side. The other thing dad did was threaten to kill me
if I were to leave, and he made it perfectly clear that you kids would be
staying with him, so I stayed living in fear just to try and protect you
but I failed miserably unfortunately." Mum says sobbing by the end.

I am completely shocked because now I realise that I had also been missing
a lot of what was going on in the house. I had been too caught up in
resenting everyone because of dad beating the shit out of me, and trying to
protect my little brother that I didn't notice that mum was getting beaten
too. I am now starting to feel really guilty for the way I have treated my
mother for so long, because in the end she didn't really seem to have a
choice, and she stayed to try and protect us against the monster that my
father had become.

For the first time the guilt is eating away at me, because of the horrible
way I had treated my mother given she was only trying to protect me, the
news really has made me feel horrible, mean and nasty inside. I really am
ashamed with the way I have behaved for so long, so without a second
thought I release Pierre and go over and give mum a big hug. I am really
starting to lose control of my emotions again through all the new shocking
information mum has told me, and as a result I can feel some salty tears
dripping from my eyes and rolling down my cheeks.

"I so sorry for the way..." I sob to my mother.

"Josh don't be stupid. You treated me the way I deserved because I still
made the conscious decision to stay with your father even with everything
he was doing. I had options available to me but I still decided to stay. I
should have rung the cops or run off with you kids to women's refuge, but
no I decided that things would get better with your father and this would
all end soon. I was so wrong and almost killed you, so I have deserved
everything you have given me." Mum tells me sternly but from the bottom of
her heart.

She leaves me feeling conflicted now, because I still feel really horrible
for the way I have treated her, but now she is telling me that I was right
to treat her so appallingly. Mum has embraced me in a tight hug to emphasis
just how sorry she is for allowing things to get so bad, and I just hug her
tighter. Regardless of what mum has just told me I am still going to feel
guilty about the way I have treated her, which I think is due to the
positive influence Pierre has had on me.

"Shit mum why the hell didn't you get out of there dragging us along with
you? What if it hadn't have just been Josh, and he had completely lost it
and gone after me and Callum? I am really glad that Josh has managed to
protect Callum, but I still feel you dodged a big bullet mum and I think
you should count yourself really lucky." Sarah strongly lectures mum.

"I know Sarah and it is something that haunts me to this day. I know how
bad I fucked up, and that is why I don't want Josh to feel sorry for me. I
have hurt him so atrociously that I do not ever expect him to forgive me. I
thank my lucky stars every night that he is still alive, and that neither
you nor Callum got hurt." Mum says before she finally breaks down. She is
shaking like a leaf and crying heavily as the waves of guilt surges through
her yet again. It is something she has to live with and she knows that and
accepts that. She doesn't want it any other way because she knows she could
have avoided everything.

"Mum I forgive you, and I'm really happy for you and Manuel's dad. I just
hope you can now be happy for me and Pierre. This is the only thing that I
ask of you for my forgiveness." I tell mum sincerely, and almost get the
life squeezed out of me because mum hugs me so tight.

"Thank you so much. You really are a wonderful kid even with everything I
have put you through. Yes I am now happy for you and Pierre because Jean
has opened my eyes to allow me to see what true love really is, and I can
see that now between you two." Mum sobs, before planting a kiss on my
forehead and then releasing me from her embrace, so that I can return to my
lover.

I don't go back over to Pierre straight away; instead I go over to Manuel's
dad who I'm really hoping will soon be my dad as well. I think I surprise
him a bit when I launch myself at him and hug him as tight as possible, but
he quickly recovers and hugs me back. Sarah on the other hand is still not
sure what to think, and she really can't believe how easily I forgive mum
for everything she has done to me. Then again she also realises how quickly
I had forgiven her, and she knows that she was as horrible to me as what
mum had been.

"Mum, I'm not going to lie in saying that I'm thrilled for you, but I will
try to be happy for your decision because I can see that it is for the best
for everyone. Josh I just want to say that you really are amazing, and I
know Pierre is a big part of that, but the way you have openly forgiven me
and mum for the shit we have put you through is truly awe inspiring. Thank
you little bro." Sarah says from the bottom of her heart.

"Sarah, if it wasn't for you then I wouldn't be back with Pierre, and
wouldn't have found so many wonderful people who seem to care and cherish
us like their own family, so it should be me thanking you." I reply
sincerely to my sister, who gives me a big smile and blows me a kiss.

"I'm so glad you and mum are going out, but I want you to keep her happy
and safe." I whisper softly to Manuel's dad, who nods his head to tell me
that he will do as I say. I then release him from my hug and go back to my
boyfriend, sit beside him and drape my arm around his waist and pull him
into me.

"One last thing mum, why didn't you get Callum and Manuel to come to tell
them all this, because it affects them as well?" Sarah asks.

"I was going to, but François had just got them calmed down and in bed
asleep, so I decided not to wake them again. I'm going to tell them
tomorrow, so we are likely to have two hyped up nine year olds on the train
with us." Mum replies with a bit of a smile, while she imagines what the
two youngsters are going to be like when they hear the news. Everyone else
has a little giggle as well at the same thought.

"Mum how is this going to work given we live in two different countries?" I
ask realising one big important point has been totally forgotten about.

"I was wondering when someone was going to ask that. Well to start with
Manuel and Jean are going to come with us and François for the rest of
our time here. We will still be going back to New Zealand but only
temporarily because we have some stuff to get sorted back home before we
move back here." Mum replies.

I can't help it, and neither can Pierre as we both yell out in
celebration. I am really looking forward to moving to France, and the other
positive spin off is that Pierre will no longer be separated from his
remaining family, so to us it's a win – win situation. Sarah also
produces a big smile because she realises this is going to help her
immensely with her dream of being a chef. I mean what better country in the
world is there to learn how to be a chef? Maybe Italy but that's only just
over the border anyway.

"Why can't we just move now, I mean why do we have to go back to New
Zealand? We really have nothing there except bad memories any way." I ask
mum, because I really do not see the point in going back home for anything,
especially if we are just going to move again. I really can't be bothered
with the long boring plane trips, which is the main reason I don't want to
go back.

"As strange as it sounds. But Josh you are the reason we have to go back. I
want you to go back to seeing your psychologist because I can see how much
she has accomplished with you already. I hate to have to admit it but I
really do want you and Pierre to have a full relationship, which
includes... well you know what, so I figure the more you see your
psychologist the easier things are going to become between you two." Mum
tells me sincerely.

My mouth drops wide open, along with that of Pierre's and Sarah's. None of
us can believe how much mum has changed her tune in such a short space of
time, because now she wants to help me be able to have sex with Pierre,
which is something a short time ago she would have killed us for. I am
really starting to wonder whether hell has indeed frozen over, but quickly
realise how much of a positive influence Manuel's dad is having on
her. They really seem to have the same love for each other as what I have
for Pierre.

"Mum have you been hit on the head or something. What I'm am understanding
is you want to go back to New Zealand to help Josh get over what dad did to
him, so that he can have sex with Pierre. I don't believe it but I'm so
glad you have finally come around, because I was really worried about you
and Josh totally resenting each other for the rest of your lives." Sarah
says still totally gobsmacked at what mum has said.

"Yes Sarah that is the whole reason I want to go back. If it hadn't been
for you, François and of course Jean, then I think you are right and I
would have lost Josh for good. I now see the importance of everything, and
I really feel like I owe Josh more than I could ever give him, so Jean and
I decided that this should at least go some way to healing the wounds I
have caused." Mum replies.

Mum then gets tackled in a big hug, but surprisingly it's not from me. No
Pierre is so thrilled with what mum is going to help with, that he has
shrugged himself free from my hug and gone over to show mum how much he
really appreciates it. Mum is caught a little unprepared because she had
been expecting it to be me as well, but she isn't concerned instead she
just hugs Pierre back to let him know that everything is alright.

I'm just left completely speechless by the sudden turn of events. I mean
I'm still trying to get to grips with the fact that mum for the first time
is happy for me and Pierre, and now she drops this bombshell. I know she
had wanted me to continue my therapy because she has always believed it is
going to help me with some of my other issues, but now she wants me to do
it so I can enjoy a full relationship with Pierre, which includes sex. I
really don't know what to think anymore.

"Thank you mum... also thanks Manuel's dad for this... I think. I really do
hope you two make it, because I can see the good that your relationship is
bringing already." I say eventually. I know that I have to say something,
and well it is all I could really come up with. I really am perplexed by
the whole sudden change in mum's attitude, and I keep wondering when the
bubble is going to burst and I wake up, but it never seems to happen.

"That's alright son, because it is the least I could do for you after
everything I have failed to do for you in the past. Now I think it is time
you two went off to bed because we have a big day tomorrow, as we will be
catching the train pretty early in the morning." Mum says, and then
releases Pierre from her embrace so that he can do the same.

Pierre does and wanders straight over to me on the bed, and pulls me up. He
gives me a quick but still warm and loving hug, before he takes my hand and
starts to lead me to the door. Yet again mum amazes me, when she just gives
us a big smile after seeing us hug. I would really like to know what drugs
she is on, because the lady in mum's room definitely doesn't seem to be my
mother.

"Oh shit, one last thing before you go. I really hate to ask you this but
you two are the only ones who can help. Callum and Manuel are still having
issues about going to the toilet after the incident the other day, and well
I know how much they trust you, especially Josh. I was wondering whether
you could try and get them over this issue, because as hard as François
is trying he doesn't seem to be making any headway." Mum says to us,
knowing full well that I will never say no to her request, because after
all when Callum needs my help I am there for him.

"Yeah we will see what we can do." I reply to mum. I'm a little upset at
hearing that the two boys' are still scared to use the toilet on their own,
but I really am now seeing how big an impact that jerk has had on the
youngsters. It really was a scare that they could have done without,
especially with what Callum has had to witness in his short life.

"Thank you!" Mum replies to us sincerely, knowing that we will do
everything we can to get them over this little hurdle so that they can go
back to living life normally again.

With that over and done with we leave mum's room and head back to
Pierre's. As we enter the room again we realise just how late it has
become, and also just how bushed we are. So instead of resuming where we
left off when mum interrupted us, we just remove our pants again and climb
into bed, snuggling into each other a closely as is physically
possible. With those tingling warm loving feelings coursing through our
veins again, we quickly fall into a deep refreshing sleep.

We are abruptly woken the next morning to an urgent pitter patter at the
door, which sounds like two sets of small hands trying to knock as hard as
they can. Stretching as I continue to try and wake, I roll out of bed and
head straight over to the door. I'm still feeling really groggy and trying
to wipe the sleep from my eyes as I open the door up. Needless to say I
haven't even thought about the fact that I'm completely naked and sporting
a rock hard boner while I unlock and then proceed to open up the door.

"Our mummy and Manuel's daddy are going to get married!" Callum yells
excitedly, before him and Manuel launch themselves at me, sending me
crashing to the floor in a heap of bodies.

Pierre just cracks up laughing seeing the way the too extremely excited
boys' ambush me, but also because of the way they have innocently
misunderstood what mum must have just told them. I still haven't quiet
cottoned onto what Callum had exclaimed before he tackled me, all I really
know is these two boys' are extremely excited about something and I seem to
be paying the price for it. I don't care because I love the two youngsters
to bits and I'm really glad that they must feel the same about me.

"Will you two little rascals get off Josh and allow him to get ready. Also
we are not getting married, just dating, but we might decide to later on if
things continue to work out." Mum says after finally catching up to the
excited youngsters. I can see from the expression on mum's face that she is
trying really hard not to laugh at my predicament, but obviously due to the
fact I'm now aware that I'm sporting a boner mum is also a little
embarrassed at what she is seeing.

Mum then grabs Callum by the arm and heaves him off me, before doing the
same to Manuel, because she knows that neither boy was ever going to get
off me unless made to. So I am now lying completely naked and exposed on
the floor of my room sporting a throbbing hard stiffie, right in front of
my own mother. It should be every twelve year olds worst nightmare, but I
don't feel uncomfortable about it in the slightest. Something has really
changed inside of me because I really am not the same boy as I was, and I
know Pierre is the main reason for that.

"Right get off the floor, shower and change because we have to leave
soon. Also for god's sake will you take care of that problem of yours
because I'm sick of seeing it?" Mum says in a demanding tone in her voice,
but at the same time she really seems to be happy for me which is really
unusual.

"Callum and Manuel go to your room and make sure it is clean and
tidy. Pierre you better follow Josh and make sure his problem is taken
proper care of, as well as your own." Mum says nonchalantly, completely
baffling us because she is pretty much telling us to play with the others
dickie, which is really unlike her. In fact it is something I never
imagined she would ever say even if she was happy with us being gay,
because it's not the sort of thing you expect to hear from your mother.

With that mum then herds the two reluctant youngsters from our room so that
we can get ourselves ready. Once they are out of the room I close the door,
having picked myself up off the floor first as everyone is leaving. With
the door closed and everyone gone I suddenly realise how much I desperately
need to pee, so instead of heading back to bed to get Pierre I end up
having to sprint to the toilet.

I make it to the toilet in the nick of time, as I feel the first drops
starting to escape from my pee slit. Quickly as I physically can, I
position myself so that my rock hard boner is pointing towards the bowl. I
just get into position when the dam bursts and a swollen river as yellowish
pee blasts out of my dick, hitting the water at the bottom of the bowl with
tremendous ferocity. I release a long involuntary sigh from the feeling of
instant relief from my bloated and swollen bladder.

While my river of piss is still going strong, Pierre comes in and stands
beside me with his gorgeous little pecker already stiff as a plank. Quick
as a flash he has his foreskin retracted exposing his adorable bulbous
reddish brown glans which glistens under the bathroom light, and his erect
appendage aiming into the bowl. I hear him release I long drawn out moan
from the pleasure of relief as his dick swells up before a torrent of
watery clear piss erupts out from the pee slit at the end of his beautiful
little dickie.

We are both just content to let our bladders empty their contents and ogle
the others stunning dickie, to worry about playing games with our pee. We
both seem to deflate at the same rate as the levels in our bladder drains,
so by the time the pee is just dribbling from our dicks we are completely
soft again. We both shake out the remaining drops at the same time, before
I leave Pierre to flush the toilet while I set the shower running.

Once I have the shower going and the temperature set to a pleasantly
relaxing warm setting, we both jump in a squeeze together under the magical
waterfall of highly pressurised shower water. Pierre realises instantly
that he has forgotten to grab some soap, so gets out momentarily and grabs
the first one he can before re-joining me in the shower. The soap he has
got doesn't seem to be anything fancy, just says it's infused with olive
oil whatever that means.

We take our time just lovingly and gently lathering each other up with
soap, softly caressing and massaging every inch of the others silky smooth
body. Despite what mum told us, we never play more with the others dickie
any more than we usually do while in the shower. We give them a thorough
clean, and of course all the attention causes us to bone up again but we
resist the urge to play. I don't know why we don't play whether it is
because mum pretty much told us too, or whether it's just more that neither
of us feels the need. Either way we still have a long and loving shower
just without the sex.

We both get out squeaky clean, and our gorgeous bodies shimmer away
magically under the bathroom light. It is hard to resist the urge to just
stand there and stare, admiring every inch of Pierre's beautiful sexy body,
but I know that we really have to get ready. Reluctantly I grab a towel and
throw it to Pierre who is standing there staring at me, so he gets caught a
bit off guard when the towel hits him in the face. I crack up laughing,
whilst I grab a towel for myself and start to dry off.

It isn't until we have dried off and headed back into the bedroom, when I
suddenly realise that all my clothes are still in the room Callum and
Manuel are sleeping in. I release I big sigh because I know that I'm now
going to have to go back to the room, and quite probably get ambushed again
by the two hyped up youngsters. I'm not the concerned about Callum and
Manuel, it is more the fact that I'm going to have to leave my sexy
boyfriend that disappoints me. I really don't want to have to leave Pierre,
but I know his clothes won't fit me, so I really have no choice.

I sigh again at the realization, and then wander back into the bathroom to
get my towel. I wrap the towel around my waist covering my semi hard little
dickie in the process. I'm not too concerned anymore about anyone seeing me
naked, but I know that if mum catches me then she will tell me off for
wandering around naked, which is fair enough so I've decided to avoid any
chance of that happening.

Once I have the towel securely tied around my midsection, I wander back
through to the bedroom and right up to my sexy French boyfriend, pull him
into me and plant the most loving and romantic kiss on his lips. The
sensations are yet again unbelievable, making me hungrier for more, which
of course leads to a much more heated make out session than I had
originally anticipated. Our tongues intertwine with each other, as we
really get into it. The feelings are just so sensational that I'm finding
it impossible to want to stop, and with the passion I'm feeling behind
Pierre's kiss I figure he is at the same stage as me.

"Mum wants you two to hurry up because she wants to be outta here within
half an hour!" Sarah yells through the door at the same time as she pounds
on it. The sudden noisy interruption causes us both to jump a mile, and we
literally did well not to shit ourselves.

With our kiss now over I figure I had better hurry up and go to my room to
get changed, because mum will leave me behind otherwise. The good thing
about the unexpected disruption is that it caused the boner I had tenting
in my towel to deflate again. I decide to play it safe by not giving Pierre
another kiss, so I just half-heartedly make my way to the door, open it and
leave.

The hall is completely empty, allowing me easy and quick access to my
room. I turn the door handle to get into my room but am surprised to find
the door has been locked. I knock loudly on the door hoping to attract
someone's attention inside the room. I pretty much figure that Callum and
Manuel will be playing the fool, so I know that they wouldn't hear me if I
knocked too softly. It doesn't take too long before the door opens which
doesn't surprise me, but what does is that I'm not ambushed the second the
door opens.

"Thank god you're here, because I really need you to see if you can sort
your brother and Manuel out. They are still having problems going to the
toilet, and well I know how much they both trust you so I thought you may
be able to help." François says the moment he opens the door. I'm quite
surprised he doesn't make any mention about the fact that I'm wandering
around in just a towel, but looking into the room I can tell he has more
pressing issues.

Both of the youngsters seem to be dancing around the room agitated by
something, and at the same time they are clutching at their crotches like
life depends on it. I can tell they are really desperate to pee, but they
won't go anywhere near the toilet. I'm really amazed that they haven't
pissed themselves yet because they really do look like they are the verge
of losing control of their bladders.

"Shit, when was the last time they went to the toilet?" I ask François
inquisitively.

"The last time would have been sometime yesterday and that was a real
struggle because they really didn't want me to help them. They kept asking
for you, but I didn't want to intrude on you so convinced them to see some
sense." François replies with a real sense of concern in his voice.

"Common you two let's get you into the toilet before you both piss
yourselves!" I tell the two busting youngsters in a demanding tone of
voice. Then without waiting for them I head straight into the bathroom to
wait for them.

I really don't think anything of it when I head straight into the toilet
and wait for them. After a few moments though, I realise that something is
wrong and that they are not following me like I had thought. I look out the
door and see both boys' standing there just shy of the bathroom door frozen
in panic. They both have petrified looks on their faces and they really do
look like they are frozen, paralysed by fear, but unlike last time Callum
isn't shaking like a leaf so things have improved a little bit.

I sigh loudly knowing that the two boys' are still terrified to go to the
toilet which also makes me start to feel guilty about it all over again,
because I feel that it is my job to protect them from that sort of thing. I
know it is too late to be able to fix the root cause of their problems, but
I hope that I can at least get them to trust that they are safe using a
toilet again. I really don't want to have to be taking them to the toilet
for the rest of their lives, so will try to help them out as best as I can.

I head back out the door and get in behind the two frozen boy's and put a
hand on the shoulder of each boy. As I do that I feel them both suddenly
shudder in fear, which I am really concerned about because it means that
they are far worse than I originally thought. I try to loosen them back up
by gently and lovingly massaging their shoulders and neck, while trying my
hardest to ensure I don't get them too relaxed that they wet themselves.

"Come on let's get you two in there." I say to them sincerely, after having
gradually got the m to relax enough to move again. I then give them both a
firm but gentle push to get them moving again. They both try to resist
initially but give in pretty quickly and start walking to into the bathroom
and towards the toilet. To make sure that they both know that I'm there
with them, and also to guide them to the toilet, I keep a hand on a
shoulder of each of the youngsters. Once at the toilet I line them up
beside each other, and instead of waiting as they struggle to undo their
pants, I just whip them down and then follow with the undies which I'm
surprised to see that they are wearing.

"See it wasn't that bad was it? Now hurry up and take a leak because I
still need to get changed." I tell them demandingly while I give them
another gentle massage on their shoulders.

Callum is now shaking a bit more than he was originally, but still reaches
down and takes a hold of his little 1 ¼ inch stiffie, retracts the
foreskin fully exposing his gleaming pink glans and lines himself up with
the bowl. At the same time Manuel has taken hold of his massive 4 inch hard
appendage and also aims it towards the toilet bowl. I watch with a little
bit of fascination while both their dicks swell up before the piss seems to
explode out of their pee slits.

It makes me wonder how they managed to hold on for so long, because the
torrent of piss blasting out of their dickies is really immense, and really
makes a swollen river look tiny in comparison. The both also release huge
moans as the feel instant respite on what must have been tremendous
pressure on their bladders. Now that they are fully focusing intently on
taking a piss, I use the opportunity to try the next phase of my plan to
get them to overcome their fear of the toilet, and I leave them to it and
go to get changed.

I do feel guilty about doing it, but I know it is for the best and I also
leave the bathroom door open to ensure they don't freak out too much. It
also allows me to keep an eye on them while I locate some clothes to get
changed into, but the adverse side is I can hear their pee hitting the
water at the bottom of the bowl, and it still seems to be doing so with
tremendous force.

François gives me a concerned look when he sees me bailing out of the
bathroom while the two youngsters are still taking a leak, but he doesn't
say anything to me because I think he trusts my judgement. I sure hope that
I'm right with what I decided to do otherwise I'm going to have a huge
emotional mess to clean up, but I'm pretty confident I have made the right
decision.

"Oh yeah I took the liberty to wash your clothes for you, since I already
had to put on a load for Callum after the incident the other day."
François tells me, as he sees me opening up my bag to search for some
clothes. He makes sure to tell me in a hushed tone of voice because he is
fearful of what would happen if the two nine year olds heard him, and
realised that I'm not still in the bathroom with them.

"Thank you, you're the best!" I reply in a normal voice, because I'm not
too concerned about the other two hearing me, since they will find out
eventually anyway.

As it is while I'm rifling through my newly washed clothes trying to find
something I want to wear, I can hear Callum and Manuel giggling away
quietly in the bathroom, overtop of the seemingly endless splash from the
piss hitting the water in the bottom of the bowl. The longer they seem to
spend in there the louder their laughing becomes. I really think they may
have totally forgotten about being scared now, which is a huge relief to
me.

"Hey no fair, you weren't supposed to just leave us!" I hear the high pitch
squeal of my brother yell out to me. Then to confirm my thoughts, both
boys' come running out of the bathroom happy as Larry, like nothing what so
ever is out of the ordinary.

Unfortunately for me the two youngsters are hell bent on revenge, for me
ditching them in the bathroom, and they quickly ambush an unsuspecting
me. They tackle me to the ground, and in the process scatter all my clean
clothes around, as well as dislodging the towel which had been wrapped
around my waist. I am left sprawled over the floor with the two nine year
olds trying desperately to get me in some sort of pin, while I frantically
try to push them off of me, but it is a losing cause and they quickly get
the upper hand.

"Will you two little rascals let him get changed before your mum goes
absolutely ballistic!" François tells Manuel and Callum in a very
demanding tone of voice, which promptly gets an unenthusiastic reaction
from them as they slowly release me from there hold before they get off me.

Now free again I pick myself up of the floor and again try and sort through
my clothes, which are now all in a mess and all over the place. The only
other real problem I have is that due to their horseplay I now have another
extremely hard stiffie, which seems to be throbbing in time with the beat
of my heart. I'm not really too concerned with it, more just surprised
because I seem to be getting them a lot more frequently at the moment, and
I feel this real urge to play with it. That is only because Pierre isn't in
here to play with it for me, but I have never felt like doing that before
and now all of a sudden it seems to be all I can think about.

I try to shake the thoughts from my head while I continue to try to find
something I want to wear. In the process of finding something I decide to
hide away my problem and pull on some blue briefs, but it doesn't help in
the slightest. The friction caused by the cotton fabric against the exposed
head of my little dickie is sending really strong pleasant sensations
coursing through my body. I try as hard as I can to ignore the awesome
feelings, but every time I move my dickie seems to shift and rub against
the fabric of my briefs.

I shudder involuntarily through the wicked feelings getting generated in my
prick, and they keep getting better and better as my dick starts to throb
harder and harder inside the confines of my undies. I can feel my little
heart pounding really hard and fast against my chest, and I can also feel
the wetness caused by sweat running down my face from my forehead. I am
really starting to regret not getting Pierre to fix this problem earlier,
because I now know I am really going to have to do it myself.

I try immensely hard to concentrate enough to find some clothes, but it has
become impossible. I have to satisfy the urges my body is telling me to
fix, so I quickly stop trying to find some clothes and take off to the
bathroom. Once in the room I pull the door closed a little too
enthusiastically, causing it to slam shut, and then pull my briefs down to
the floor and take hold of my throbbing little member. I quiver wickedly
from the ecstasy I suddenly feel once I have a firm hold on my rock hard
piece of meat.

I start to stroke it like what Pierre had done to Callum, and with Pierre's
vision flooding my mind the feelings quickly become intense. I can feel my
legs shaking at the knees and threatening to give out from underneath me,
so I pull the seat of the toilet down and sit on it, before leaning back to
give me better access to my hard piece of steel. Again my body shudders in
pleasure, and I take a sharp breath in as a result, before I continue to
stroke my throbbing appendage.

The feelings quickly become more and more euphoric, but still nowhere near
as good as when Pierre did it to me. I just can't stop though, even though
I know it is wrong of me to play with myself when I have Pierre as my
boyfriend. I suddenly get this real strange urge to pee come over me, but
I'm too engaged with giving myself pleasure to be able to stop. It quickly
disappears but is replaced by a sudden explosion of euphoria.

I grunt loudly as I feel my body tense and my balls contract wickedly, all
the while my little dickie seems to explode in pleasure. I take a sharp
breath in, and then hold it as the intense sensations rip through my body
like a runaway freight train. It almost feels like something has been
expelled out the end of my pecker, but due to my eyes being clenched shut
so tightly from the intense pleasure, I can't see a thing.

Then as quickly as it started it seems to fade, and I slump back against
the cistern of the toilet while gasping for breath. My whole body is still
quivering from the heavenly pleasure I have just experienced. My body feels
completely relaxed, but I'm sure I can feel a bit of wetness around my
crotch and on my stomach, the problem being I still can't physically open
my eyes to inspect what has happened.

As I recover enough to open my eyes I finally get to inspect the wet
feeling I have on my crotch and stomach. I'm a little scared that I have
peed myself, but the substance doesn't look like pee. There isn't a lot of
it, but a small puddle on my stomach and a slightly larger one pooled on my
pubic mound. The substance looks watery, but does have a slight tinge of
whiteness to it, so I scoop some up in my finger, before I rub my two
fingers together to inspect it further. It is a bit slimy but at the same
time sticky which I find strange, so I put it up to my nose and take a
sniff. It has no real smell so I decide the last thing to do is taste it.

"Wow, what happened, did he pee himself?" The high pitch inquisitive voice
of my brother abruptly asks, making me suddenly notice the audience that
has gathered at the doorway.

François is standing there with a wide eyed disbelieving expression on
his face, with Manuel and Callum both behind him trying desperately to look
around the man. I suddenly get overcome by strong feelings or guilt and
embarrassment. I feel so guilty about having played with my dickie without
Pierre, and also embarrassed realising I have been caught. The sudden
intense emotions start to play havoc with me and I can feel my eyes
watering up.

"Oh... Shit... Um... I'm so sorry I didn't mean to walk in on you
doing... well you know what. But you took off suddenly so I thought
something was wrong, and I never expected this... Oh shit look don't feel
bad about it, because it's natural and by the looks of it you really did
need it." François stutters to me once he notices my change in mood. He
then walks over to me and give me a little cuddle to try to calm me down.

"But... but... I shouldn't be playing with myself without Pierre." I say
half sobbing, because I'm still trying desperately to hold myself together.

"Yes, you probably are right, but then again by the looks of it you are
hitting puberty so you are going to get sudden urges like that which
sometimes can be impossible to ignore. I'm sure Pierre won't be upset with
you in the slightest, and well as he matures a bit more he will most likely
end up doing the same thing." François replies, getting a confused
expression from me. I have heard of puberty but don't really know what it
is, let alone I have no idea how he knows that I'm going through it.

"Wow, what happened? I saw something squirt from your dick!" Callum
exclaims excitedly.

"Yeah, did you pee yourself or something?" Manuel asks, just as excitedly
as Callum. They both seem to be really intrigued by the fact I was playing
with myself, but seeing something squirt from my dick has got them even
more curious.

"I don't know, but it wasn't pee. François what's puberty?" I say still
feeling a little guilty about playing with my dickie when my boyfriend
wasn't around, but I'm also really confused with what François had said
to me along with the unknown substance which had squirted from my dickie.

"Um... well... Clean yourself up and get changed, then I will tell you
about puberty and what has happened, providing we have time. I better get
Pierre in as well, because he will be going through the same thing soon."
François replies after a couple of awkward minutes, while he was trying
to come up with a way to tackle the current problem.

François then rips off some toilet paper from the roll and hands it to
me, so I can clean off the gooey mess on me. I quickly wipe myself clean
before washing my hands and then pulling back on my briefs. My dickie has
softened up again after my orgasm which I am glad about, because now I
don't have any worries about getting so wound up again. Then I follow
Manuel and Callum back through to the bedroom.

By the time I have re-entered the bedroom François has disappeared,
which I assume means he has gone to get my sexy boyfriend, while Callum and
Manuel are goofing around on the single bed. I don't muck around this time
and grab the first full set of clothes I can find and start to put it on. I
have picked up my tight blue denim jeans, a yellow printed tee shirt, and
grey Billabong hoody. I pull on some white ankle socks and my black skate
shoes, which I am doing up when François and Pierre enter the room.

My body shudders in delight seeing my sexy boyfriend enter the room. As
always he is wearing the snazziest outfit, well in my eyes anyway. He has
on some really tight fitting maroon cotton jeans, and grey and white
striped Rip Curl cotton jersey. To cap it all off is his sexy face, and the
way his reddish brown lips curl handsomely when he smiles, like he is doing
right now. Then there are his deep hazel eyes which twinkle away under the
light, brightening up my soul. He really is a sight to behold, and one I
will never get sick of seeing.

"Right all of you lot I want you to take a seat, listen and behave. I have
managed to convince your mum to give us enough time to have this talk,
which she agreed is important for us to have this discussion." François
announces to us while he takes his seat in one of the armchairs. Pierre and
I instantly take a seat on the double bed and start hugging. Manuel and
Callum just sit up nicely, crossing their legs whilst still on the bed and
quieten down.

François then goes on to explain that what I had experienced earlier was
an ejaculation, or cum, which means he had to tell Pierre what I had done
earlier bring on the guilt I was feeling all over again. Pierre just laughs
and hugs me tighter letting me know that he isn't bothered by it in the
slightest which makes me happy. He then whispers in my ear that he is sorry
for winding me up so much that I had to do it, to which he explains about
jacking me the other night while I was asleep. All in all he just makes it
seem like it was no big deal which I am really glad about.

François then goes onto explain to us what it has to do with puberty,
and also what puberty is. He gives us a detailed description of the changes
that our bodies will go through during this time, which seems to fascinate
us all. Of course boys' being boys' the idea that our dickies will grow
bigger is what interests us the most. François finishes off his lesson
by apologising to me and Pierre because they should have informed us about
ejaculation when we had our talk the other day. The main thing François
is thankful for is that I didn't freak out when it happened, because a few
boys do when they first experience it.

All of us were really well behaved during the whole discussion. Manuel and
Callum were surprisingly good the whole time, and other than the occasional
snigger when François mentioned certain body parts we didn't really hear
anything out of them. All in all it really was a good talk, and all of us
learned a lot about the changes that is going to happen in us as we get
older. I have to say that François is a really good teacher, especially
considering the nature of the last to major conversations we had, he still
held himself together well and explained things pretty thoroughly.

With the conversation complete François tells me to hurry and pack my
bag, and the others to ensure that they have everything packed in their
bags, before we all head out to the hallway to leave. It is a mad rush
while everyone does what they have to. Manuel and François are the only
one who don't need to do a thing. Manuel's dad had gone back to their house
early in the morning and packed their stuff so Manuel's job has already
been done. François on the other hand is slowly getting a new wardrobe
as mum keeps buying his a new change of clothes each day, so he doesn't
have much to take.

Within ten minutes we have everything done and are all out in the hallway
ready to leave. I have to say I am really thankful for the elevator in this
hotel because it makes carting the bags back downstairs a shit load
easier. To our surprise when we leave the hotel our van is no longer there,
because mum has already taken it back to the place she hired it from. There
is a taxi van waiting directly in front of the hotels front doors instead,
which we promptly load up and pile into.

Once we are all settled into the taxi the driver takes off. It is at this
point that I realise that I have no idea what mum's plans for the rest of
the trip are, because I had never thought to ask her and also because of
the tale mum told the day we arrived I had expected to have been here
longer. I would ask her now but as usual she is too engaged with Manuel's
dad to interrupt. There is also far too much noise to say anything, between
Sarah talking to François and Manuel and Callum playing around, the taxi
is really noisy.

We arrive back at Vichy's train station, and the taxi pulls up to a stop
right in front of the main entrance. We all disembark the taxi van quickly
but orderly, and then unload our bags from the boot. To show how urgent a
rush we are in mum and Manuel's dad quickly race off into the station once
they have their bags. The rest of us quickly follow.

We follow mum and Manuel's dad in the main entrance, straight past the
ticket booth and into a train waiting at the platform. It turns out the
adults have been really busy this morning and organised as well as paid for
everything we were to do today. The train is a similar one to the one we
had caught in Paris to come here in the first place, but I instinctively
know that we aren't going back to Paris, well not yet anyway.

We take our seat just as the train lurches forward, and begins its journey
taking us where ever it is that it's going. The trip only takes half an
hour and before I have realised it we are pulling to a stop at a train
station in Clermont-Ferrand. It turns out we are not staying here for very
long, because once the train has come to a stop and the doors have opened,
mum rushes off the train and heads quickly towards another on which is
waiting at the platform.

We all quickly follow and clamour on another train, which looks exactly the
same as the one we just got off. This time we have a little more of a wait
once we have taken our seats but not by much. I still want to ask mum were
we are going but she has taken a seat away from us with Manuel's dad, so I
don't stand a chance. I'm not disappointed because it means an adventure
into the unknown but at the same time I would like to know what mum has
planned. It is mainly because I have a couple of things I want to do as
well, especially for my lover Pierre.

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