Westpoint Tales

by Kiwi

Flight of The Toucan - Pt 7

Robbie dropped his bag and started shedding his clothes. Bryce turned the covers back, then turned the light off before quickly stripping and climbing into bed before Robbie had finished. "Come on then, Little Boy."

"What? No strip tease for me?"

"No. I don't do that. Come to bed, Robbie."

"But, I - oh, okay then." He grinned and turned on the bed-side light before sliding under the covers.

Bryce rolled over and hugged him, then reached across and turned off the light. "It's better in the dark."

"No it's not," Robbie turned it on again. "I want to see you."

"Robbie, I don't want the light on. Turn it off please."

"But I do. Why can't we have it on?"

"We can't. Look, I'm a bit shy, okay? Turn the light off."

"You're not shy." Robbie sat up and looked down at him. "Bryce. What's the matter here? Don't you want to be with me?"

"Of course I want to be with you. I am shy, and . ."  He sighed and shook his head. "Let's get it over with then." He took off his t-shirt and slid his boxers off. "You may not want to be with me, Robbie."

"What are you talking about, Blondie? Of course I want to be with you. I've been trying to get alone with you for hours - all day really."

"I'm talking about this." Bryce kicked the covers off and lay spread-eagled on his back, displaying his naked body - his beautiful naked body. "Feast your eyes on that. This is why I've never had more than a one-night stand. I think it's God's joke on me. Funny huh?"

"No, it's not funny. Not funny at all."

"Okay, it's fucking pathetic then. I'm sorry, Robbie. You can leave now if you want to - I wouldn't blame you if you did."

"Do you really think that I'm that shallow? I'm not going anywhere. This is where I want to be - here, with you."

"You do? Really? Oh Robbie, thank you. I'm sorry."

"Stop saying you're sorry, there's nothing you can do about it. Besides I think it's quite cute really."

"Don't make fun of me."

"I'm not, I mean it. It's cute and you're beautiful, Blondie." He kissed him again.

"Sure," Bryce pushed him off. "The beautiful Bryce Hartigan - the best looking boy in Westpoint."

"You are, easily the best."

"Yeah, best looking with the smallest cock. I'll bet there's not another fifteen year old in town with a three inch dick."

"And? Three inches? How big is it when it's hard?"

"I'm talking about when it's hard."

"I keep telling you, Bryce. I don't care what you look like on the outside. Well, that's not quite true. It wouldn't matter if you weren't, but you just happen to be the most beautiful boy in the world, and I love looking at you and admiring what I see. So you're not perfect? It's no big deal, just a little thing."

"Robbie, I told you. Don't make fun of me. This is sensitive."

"I hope it is. I hope it's really sensitive." Robbie gently stroked Bryce's under-sized wedding tackle. "I love it, Blondie. I love it that you're not absolutely perfect on the outside. If you got this one little," (He grinned), "Little fault, that just makes you human and easier to love somehow. You're perfect on the inside anyway."

"I'm not you know," Bryce pulled him down and hugged him. "But you just keep on thinking that. You are perfect, Robbie, you really are. I love you so much."

"I love you more than I can say. I'm glad you haven't got a twelve inch donkey-dick. If you did, it would be much harder to do this."

He kissed his way down Bryce's body - his neck, shoulders, nipples, down his stomach following the blond treasure-trail to his sparse pubes. He kissed around his tiny balls, then slid his tongue up and took him into his mouth.


Bryce threw his hands up and gripped the head-board above them. He arched his back in total surrender to Robbie's busy mouth. "Awesome! I'm not going to last - I'm going to shoot. Watch out, Little Boy."

Robbie took his mouth off him long enough to look up and grin. "Fire away, Blondie. Give me all you've got." Then he returned to his task.

Bryce could feel his balls churning and pulling up tight as his climax built. Every muscle clenched tight and he threw his head back and screamed, "Fuck Meee! Oh Oh Oh - Aaah!" And he exploded in the most shattering climax of his young life. THIS was the way it was meant to be!

Robbie, eagerly, drained every drop and swallowed hungrily. When Bryce's dick finally wilted and went soft, he released him with a last kiss on the rounded head and came back up to kiss him again. He relaxed and stretched his body along Bryce's larger body, his face tucked into his right shoulder.

Bryce's racing heart and his breathing slowly settled down. "Robbie, Oh Robbie. That was amazing. Really awesome. Thank you that was the best. You are the best, the best thing in my life - ever! I love you, Robbie. I really, really love you. Thank you my Little Boy."

Robbie lifted his head and grinned. "So, you'll be keeping me on then?"

"I'm not letting you go. Never, ever, ever. Thank you, Robbie." He held him and hugged him so tight.

A few minutes later Bryce returned the favor. He wasn't as good at it, he'd never done this before, but what he lacked in experience he made up in enthusiasm. Anyway, just the thought of who this was who was doing this to him was enough to tip Robbie over the edge in no time at all.

They lay a while, kissing and cuddling and exploring each other's bodies with eyes and fingers. Both of them loved what they saw. Robbie's dick was almost twice as long as Bryce's. A fine upstanding member.

Bryce whispered in his ear and told him that he could fuck him if he wanted, he wanted him to.

Robbie declined. "No, Blondie. Not this time. We'll keep something for later."

"But, I want you to."

"Good. You keep on wanting me. For now, this is all you're getting. I'll finger-fuck you."


"Yeah. Like this. Spread your legs, Blondie."

He obeyed and spread his legs, then bent his knees slightly, feet flat on the bed, and raised his butt as Robbie's spit-dampened finger probed and slowly entered his virgin hole.

"Oh, wow! That's good. And . . . Aaah! Fuck me!!"

Robbie's mouth chomped down again and he blew him a second time while his finger probed his butt. When he came, Robbie half feared that his butt was going to cut his finger off, but he soon relaxed as he shot his load.

He came back up and kissed him and the taste of Bryce's sperm passed backwards and forwards on their tongues. Exhausted now, they drifted off to sleep with their arms and legs wrapped around each other.

In the morning they were woken up by Mrs.Hartigan banging on the bedroom door.

"Wake up, Boys. Rise and shine. Breakfast will be on the table in ten minutes. Bryce? Are you awake, Honey?"

"Yeah Mum. I'm awake. Thanks." Bryce raised his head and shook it, trying to clear the sleepyness.

"Morning Gorgeous, still love me today?" Robbie smiled up at him.

"Oh yes! Of course I do. Today, tomorrow and every day from now on. Thank you, Robbie. Last night was just incredible. Best night of my life."

"Thank you, Blondie. Best night of my life too.  Best night so far anyway. There'll be plenty more."

"I hope so. I wish we could do this every night."

"Do what every night?"

"This." He kissed him.

"Damn. You're good, Boy." Robbie kissed him back. "C'mon , we'd better move. Can we shower together today?"

"Yeah. Why not?" Bryce grinned. "Just washing though. There's no time for sex, unfortunately."

They hurried through the shower, dressed in their school clothes and went down to the kitchen. Robbie was a bit nervous now. He'd said nothing to Bryce, but he had noticed that Mrs.Hartigan had only banged on the one bedroom door.

"Good morning Boys," she smiled as she greeted them. "Everything all right then?"

"Oh yes! Everything's great, Mum. Just great."

"That's good then. How are you, Robbie? Sleep well?"

"Yes. Thanks Mrs.H. I had a great night. A good night's sleep."

"That's good too. Sit down Boys. Pancakes this morning. Get them while they're hot."

('Good. No problems.') Robbie sat and enjoyed his breakfast. This was a treat, Granny never had time to do anything like this.

Then, once they'd finished and were having a drink, she hit them with it.

"Bryce, well, both of you really - we need to have a talk. John wanted me to wait until he comes home tonight, but I'd rather get it over with now."

The boys both blushed, both fearing what was coming next..

"Mum, umm. Talk about what? Is there a problem?"

"No .No problems, I think. This is awkward for me too you know. So I'll just come out and say it. In future, would you keep the noise down in your bedroom, please."

"Muum!" Bryce was mortified. "What noise?"

"You know what noise. What you do together behind closed doors is nobody's business but yours. As long as you are together and no-one is being hurt, that is. And Robbie, next time tell me if you don't want a separate room. There will be a next time, I suppose?"

"Yes, Mrs.H." Robbie was still blushing furiously. "There'll be lots of next times, if that's all right with you?"

"Of course that's all right with us, Lovey. Why wouldn't it be? Any friend of Bryce's is always welcome here."

"Whoa! Hold on a minute." Bryce reached over, picked up Robbie's hand and held it. "This is not just a friend, Mum. This is my boyfriend. I'm gay and I love him."

"Tell me something I don't know. We figured that out days ago. What about you, Robbie? Do you love my boy?"

Robbie lifted their still-linked hands up and smiled shyly. "Oh yes. I love him very much."

"That's good too then. Be happy Boys."

"Mum, I can't believe how well you're taking this. Does Dad feel the same way?"

"Of course he does, Son. You know your Dad's brother, your uncle James? Well, his flatmate, George - they're not just friends either."

"They're not? So they are . . .? I didn't know that."

"Well now you do. Just keep the noise down, Boys. We don't mind but we don't want to listen to it. All the "Oh, oh, Robbies" gets a bit much you know."

"Sorry, Mrs.Hartigan. We'll be more careful. Thank you."

"You're welcome, Lovey. Enjoy your youth, Boys. It doesn't last forever. That's in the bible you know. I think Solomon said it."

"Yeah, Ecclesiastes," Bryce agreed. "But what about all the other things the bible says?"

"What? "Slaves obey your masters," do you mean? Or, "women shut up and keep quiet in church?" That's a good one. Then there's, "women cover your heads so that no-one thinks that you are prostitutes." Not everything written in the bible is still relevant today. After all, Jesus said, "Love one another." What's wrong with that?"

"Thanks Mum, and I do love him. I love him very much."

"We love one another," Robbie agreed.

"Nothing wrong with that either. Now, go clean up, go to school and be the best you can."

She was waiting at the front door as they were leaving and they both got hugs and kisses on the way out. Robbie was walking on air all the way to school. He loved his granny. He did, but he still missed his mum."

The first person they spoke to at school was Liz. She came up to them, looked closely at them both, and smiled. "Good," she said. "You be good to my little brother, Bryce Hartigan. Hurt him and I'll scratch your eyes out."

"I'm not going to hurt him, Liz. Not now, not ever."

"See that you don't. He loves you, you know."

"Yeah, I know. Great isn't it? I love him too, I really do."

"That's all good then. Welcome to the family, Bryce. You two will have beautiful babies together, if you can figure out how to."

"All together now," Robbie announced. "Shut up Liz."

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