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Just One of Those Days, but It Got Better

by N Fourbois

Part 3

When I was getting my things together for school the following morning, I put some 'supplies' in a small Tupperware box and hid it in the 'secret' pocket of my backpack, just in case Tony didn't have any. But then he was the one who told me about the clinic and he's out at home and so he bound to have his own supplies. No matter. I left them in my backpack. I wonder what they'd do at school if they searched our belongings and found them. There's nothing in the school rules banning them and they're always telling us in PHSE lessons to use them.

On the way out I told Mum I was going to Tony's house after school to help him with a problem and that I'd be home in time for tea. I met Tony at the school gates and he told me he'd given a lot of thought to what we discussed over lunch and he hoped we'd be able to sort something out after school.

We took our walk round the fields at morning break. Simon and Nathan were some yards in front of us. We couldn't hear what they were talking about, which was probably a good thing.

"Hey, Natt," said Simon "you know my brother fancies you, don't you?"

"Yeah, of course I do."

"I don't mind if you want to do stuff with him. We've always been brought up to share."

"Do you think I fancy him, then?"

"Yees. Why? Don't you?"

"Of course I bloody well fancy him. He's one hell of a hunk, but I've got you and I don't think I can handle two at once."

"Have you ever thought of a threesome, Natt?"

"Now that hadn't occurred to me."

"Hey, Tony, you were dead horny yesterday. Didn't you get enough over the weekend?"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Three boners in the English lesson."

"Oh, that. That's because it was so boring and I kept having flashbacks to the weekend and the Ronan concert. And because I knew you were on trouser watch. OMG, I've popped another boner."

"You're just like Justin Bieber, the number of boners he gets."

"I wish Ronan did. Don't fancy a game of pocket billiards, do you? I'd have to cue off because I'm saving myself for after school."

"We can't out here, Tony, and by the time we get to somewhere we can, break'll be over."

"Crikey, my pants are all wet."

Sitting next to Tony in class I could smell his involuntary ejaculation. Combined with sweat it's the ultimate in parfum de garçon . I expect others could smell it too. I wondered whether they knew what it was. "So much for saving yourself," I said to him.

I walked home with Tony after school. He had to wheel his cycle, but it wasn't too far. His house was nice and warm when we got inside. He called out to check whether his mother had come home early, but found the house empty. I hung my jacket up in the lobby, put my tie in the pocket and took off my shoes. I knew the routine. The Maltbys had deep pile carpets throughout and outdoor shoes were definitely prohibited. I wondered if that's what they meant by 'shag pile'. We went straight up to his bedroom. He bolted the door just in case, though he thought we'd have an hour and a half to ourselves at least.

"How are we going to do this?" Tony asked.

"First of all we get into the mood."

"I've been in the mood all day," he grinned. I took the supplies out of my backpack. "Oh, you needn't have bothered. I've got plenty." He opened the drawer of his bedside cabinet and I put my Tupperware box back into my backpack.

"Have you got the extra thin ones?"

"Of course," and he took out a packet of Avanti and a tube of K-Y. "This is what they give us gays at the clinic."

"I know."

"So how are we going to do this?"

"The first thing, Tony, is that we get ourselves aroused. That means I get you so worked up that you can't refuse me anything and then to keep things simple we'll do it doggy." I took my socks off, sniffed them, offered them to Tony, but he passed, then put them in my pocket. I then took his off, sniffed them and put them on his bed. I can't stand sex, naked with socks on. That's not naked. I told him to lie on the bed, laid myself beside him and started to snog him. As our snog progressed we undressed each other until we were just in our undies. Feeling his balls, I could tell his slip had dried out, but the pouch felt starched. I revelled in this and when I finally got his slip off, I put it to my nose and slowly inhaled the bouquet. My own nob was almost tearing a hole in my CKs, trying to escape. "Okay, I'm ready," and I could see he was too. I knelt on the bed and told him to lube me up, my crack first, outside my hole, then gradually work the gel inside, slowly and generously. I stood up, slid a jonnie out of its foil and slowly rolled it over his rampant and dripping cock. I got back onto the bed and knelt with my butt facing him and told him to get on with it, slowly and gently. I felt him pressing against my rosebud. "Push a little harder."

"I don't want to hurt you, Nick."

"I'll tell you if you do. I'm not difficult to penetrate." My arse gave and his prick slid in. From there nature took over and even with this beginner I could tell that it was better than anything I'd had from Chas. Despite his own opinion Tony was a natural top. I was getting all the right feelings: the heat and volume of his cock, the slow pumping sensation, his balls pressing against my butt, even the P-spot. As I felt the rhythm speed up, I knew heaven could not last much longer and I felt his body shake. If he had not been wearing the condom, his seed, the most intimate gift he had to offer me, would have been forcing its way under the pressure of his orgasm far into my inner sanctum. If only… I felt Tony pull out. "Hey, where are going? You're not finished yet. You leave your dick in all the time it's hard and let it slip out as it softens." He pushed back in and let nature take its course. When his dick finally flopped out, he removed the Avanti and knotted it. "Now come and hold me on the bed. You can keep that as a souvenir of losing your front cherry."

We cuddled and indulged in light kissing. I took his hand and put it between my legs. "Now you've got to do something for me." He fondled my balls. My dick was already hard. He passionately kissed my neck, my nipples, he licked out my belly button and finally took my cock in his mouth to finish me off.

We were both woken by his alarm. Half past five. Half an hour before his parents got back; half an hour before I was late home for tea. I jumped out of bed, grabbed some tissues from the box Tony offered me, cleaned myself up and got dressed. I put my backpack on, hurriedly told him that the job he did would have been great from an experienced guy, let alone a first timer. Going out of the front door, I said "PE tomorrow. Should be a laugh." I jogged to the bus stop. I was lucky. A bus pulled up immediately. I got in with five minutes to spare.

"Hi, everybody."

"Hi," my mother called from the kitchen. "Get your school things off quickly. Tea's nearly ready."

"Okay, Mum," and I went straight upstairs to be met by Simon.

"Well, bro, we all know what you've been up to."

"Wot?" He pointed at his own neck. I caught a glimpse of mine in the mirror. "OMG, no!"

"And you stink, bro. Sweat and… sweat and… if I didn't know my big brother better, I would say dried spunk."

"Keep you voice down." I was going to add 'prat, but this was not the time since my brother had been so helpful to me. "Mum," I shouted over the banisters, "have I got time for a quick shower?"

"Yes, but make sure it is quick."

When I'd got out of the shower and dried myself off, I finally dared to look in the mirror again and there it was for all the world to see, a bright, newly formed, purple lovebite. I searched in my dressing table drawers. I knew I had some Clearasil zit ointment somewhere. It also covered the zit cosmetically to make it less noticeable. It half worked. Plan B. Somewhere I had a chunky knit sweater with a polo neck. That would have to do. Dressed, I went down into the kitchen for tea, but I do wish Simon would stop staring at my neck. That apart I was feeling on top of the world.

"Good day at school, love?"

"Great, Mum. One of the best recently. And looking forward to PE tomorrow with my new comp top."

After tea I went up to get on with my homework. When I'd finished, I went down and joined the rest of the family watching television. I was boiling in my pullover, but didn't dare remove it. In the end I said I was going to have an early night. Five minutes later there was a knock at the door and Simon joined me. He was already in his pyjamas. As usual his dick was poking out and waving around like a monkey's tail.

"It's hanging out again, Si."

"I know. I've stopped worrying about it any more. If I want to stop it, I'll wear something underneath and I know you like looking at it and tugging it. So feel free."

"It's all right, Si. I'm still feeling good after stealing Tony's front cherry."

"At the cost of a hickey?"

"You could say that, but it's saved our relationship."

"Do you want a cuddle? I think I owe you one from yesterday afternoon." I climbed onto my bed and patted it in invitation.

"We shouldn't owe each others cuddles, bro. We should just do them."

"Even when we're eighteen or thirty or sixty?"

"Why not?" I said. "You see, we may lose our friends, meet new ones, but all the time we're alive, even though we may be on different sides of the globe, we'll still be brothers and nothing can stop that."

"Nicky, I've been thinking about what we were talking about yesterday…"

"And?"

"Do you really think that Christian Tranter is fat and ugly?"

"Fat, yes. I think I said his dick is ugly."

"Do you really fancy Mr Timmis?"

"I'm not sure 'fancy' is the right word. I like him very much. I admire him. I think he's a good teacher, but he's too old for me to have sex with and it's not going to happen. But…"

"But what?"

"I've been thinking about this. It's no secret he likes boys. We can't criticise because we do as well. Now, if he gets some pleasure out of looking at me in my gym kit, or nude, when I go to and from the shower, that's fine by me. I'm proud of my body and it does no harm. I'm going to talk to Tony about that and see if he'll join in. You and Nathan can think about it. We have a member of staff that could be like us, who might support us if we're ever in any difficulties stemming from being gay."

"Do you really fancy Nathan?"

"Oh, yes. It's purely physical, not emotional. Yes, I'd like to get him into bed."

"You know he fancies you, too?"

"I do now."

"Do you think Tony likes me?"

"I'm sure he does, but he's never mentioned anything one way or the other. Why?"

"Well," said Simon "I think you once mentioned wife-swapping parties. If you and Natt really wanted to, I wouldn't mind spending a night with Tony so you and Natt could be together."

"I think you'll have to come back to me on that one. Say if all four of us went camping in the summer."

"And Nicky, do you really love me more than all the other boys in our life?"

"That question you don't even need to ask. I adore you, and it's not just sexual. That bit's only happened over the last year or so."

"What, since your balls dropped?"

"Simon, you do have a way with words. No, since your balls dropped. That's the sexual side, but I've loved you ever since I can remember. Even when you're a pain in the arse I still love you."

"Moi? How can you possibly call me a pain in the arse?"

"Simon, snuggle up closer." I kissed him gently on the lips.

"Nick, you need a shave." His dick that had been lying peacefully outside his pyjama bottoms suddenly woke up. I gave it a couple of pulls, but said "No, not tonight, Si. Just lie here quietly with me. I'm in a contemplative mood."

"Mmm, you smell nice, bro. Nicer than when you came home tonight."

"Boy smell, like Brussels sprouts, is an acquired taste."

I lay there quietly in that halfway state between waking and sleeping where the surrounding sounds are amplified, yet at a distance. I heard Simon get off the bed and whisper good night, but I made no attempt to answer. When I came to, I was shivering with the cold. My alarm showed it was getting on for midnight. I quickly went to the bathroom, then got undressed and snuggled under the duvet. I didn't even want a wank. I soon fell asleep, but with the light off this time.

During the week breakfast is not a family meal. Once we're showered and dressed, we get what we want and put our things into the dishwasher afterwards. Because of that I didn't see much of Mum this morning. Better still she did not see much of me. Also I did what a lot of kids at school do, at least until they arrive, I put on my hoodie and my school blazer over it. The hood covered the important part of my neck. Mum did, however, quiz me on what time I went to bed and I told her I slept from about half past eight till just before midnight and could assure her I hadn't missed out on any sleep. Quite the opposite in fact.

I carefully packed my PE kit, even put in my 'athletic supporter', though with my new comp top I wouldn't need it. (Athletic supporter had somehow grown to be a worse term to use in polite conversation than jockstrap.) I also took my shortest shorts. I'd bought them in France while on holiday and the short legs were flared. Boys in France in particular, indeed in general all over the continent, know how to wear shorts.

The lads at school didn't appear to notice my lovebite and I know Tony would want to keep quiet about it after the reaction to his. I don't think by now anyone in the tutor group, indeed the year group was under any misconception about our relationship. 'Fuckbuddies' seemed to be the term most popularly used. I think I preferred that to 'boyfriends', even if only because it was accurate, though cruder, but then we were Year 10 boys and I don't think life gets cruder than that. We were surprised that we didn't get more stick. On the other hand we did believe that one or two in the year group were envious, if not jealous, of our relationship because at least we were 'getting some' and they weren't. In Year 10 you knew from your own experience that the use of your todger was no longer confined to peeing over high walls.

I couldn't wait for the PE lesson. Tony and I went off to change early. To put a leotard on, you have to start from naked. I put my comp top on, pulled it up and finished with the straps over my shoulders. I re-arranged my tackle making sure my balls were comfortable and my dick was pointing north. That was a matter of practicality as well as comfort. I adored the way the garment held everything tight, the way it was pressing my incipient boner against my abdomen and transferring the heat, the way my nipples pressed against the material, the way the front outlined my rib cage and the way the thong back left my butt cheeks bare, but a comp top cannot cover up a lovebite. I quickly pulled on my shorts to cover the outward signs of the self-lust I was enjoying. I looked in the mirror. Narcissus would have approved of with the result. I might have to experiment with the arrangement of my tackle all depending on the size and shape of bulge, I wanted in my shorts, but modest was quite sufficient for my top's maiden outing.

All this was wasted on my classmates, apart from Tony. Next week we would have to come in later to change. However, it was not wasted on Mr Timmis, who by the way was wearing shorts, those very short proper gymnasts' shorts, instead of his stirrup pants. He congratulated me in front of the others, saying how smart I looked. Another of my secrets was out. I thanked him publicly for his compliment. I rewarded him with the sweetest, tartiest smile I could muster, and I think it worked for I was to be his demonstrator again this week with all the privileges attached to the work, apart from feeling a hand on my inner thigh. Fine. During the warm up Tony and I seemed to be receiving the attention usually reserved for Aaron Berstead and partner. Who was his partner this week? Today's lesson involved a lot of movement and an intense heart work-out and so at the end of the lesson we were all sweaty and hot with the spin off that our tackle was at the opposite end of the spectrum from the dreaded CWE (cold water effect). I continued with my plan, which I had informed Tony about, and went into the shower as last of the class. Because I was so hot all my bits and pieces were loose and bouncing around as I walked, or rather minced through the door of the changing room and along to the shower. I stopped by Mr Timmis and forced a conversation, thanking him for getting me the comp top, how comfortable it was and that my brother looked forward to wearing his. I thought I'd put a word in for Simon. That gave sufficient time for him to check me out, though it is difficult to maintain a conversation with someone who's not looking you in the face. I was in time to enjoy the last of the hot water before it ran out. I washed all my sweaty bits, gave Tony's plonker a couple of tugs, let him go back to the changing room ahead of me and before running the gauntlet of passing Mr Timmis and at great risk of an erection, I pulled my foreskin back to give him something new to stare at. I couldn't stop and stare of course, but I'm pretty sure I achieved the objective of making him pop a boner. "Yeah!" I said and punched the air. Naturally that made everyone turn round and stare at me, but I couldn't care less. In fact I enjoyed it. What did surprise me were the cheers, the round of applause and the shouts of 'jailbait' which broke out and Mr Timmis was in no position to come and find out what all the fuss was about.

Over lunch Tony said to me "You look like the cat that got the cream." We had been joined by Simon and Nathan.

"Now that would be a step too far." At that point Tony did not understand the reference.

"Yeah, but what made you start punching the air?" Simon pricked his ears up. I lowered my voice and everyone leaned in towards me conspiratorially.

"I made Timmis pop a boner."

"Oh! So that's why they were shouting jailbait," said Tony.

"Shhh! Keep you voice down."

At that point Christian Tranter along with Aaron came to join his brother. The moment had passed. I spent the rest of lunch between bouts of eating and stroking the inside of Nathan Tranter's thigh under the table. At one stage he covered my hand with his and I thought he was going to remove it, but no. He moved it farther up his leg and encouraged me to feel his balls. He was already nursing a boner. At the same time so was I.

When we had finished eating, Christian and Aaron picked up their trays to take them to the trolley. "Sorry, chaps," said Aaron, "Me and Chris have some unfinished business from morning break in the boiler room. Know what I mean?" and Christian leered in an unsavoury manner.

"No, I haven't the foggiest idea what you mean," I replied. "Tell us," and Aaron flipped me the finger.

"Can't you tell, shit-for-brains?" he said. "Chris has got a half hard-on already and I haven't done anything yet." It wasn't that I couldn't guess. It was just my way of showing a dislike of the mindless phrase 'Know what I mean?'.

"Yeah, you'd make mine droop, as well," said Tony. Simon was watching all this with his mouth open.

He, Tony and I were about to clear our plates when Natt tugged at my blazer. I looked at him and saw a certain pleading in his face. "I'll catch up with you guys." Nathan lowered his voice to a whisper.

"Nick, I've nothing against you feeling my balls, you know. In fact, I rather like it. Simon says he likes it when you feel his." So much for family secrets, I thought. "If you want to do stuff, I don't mind, and Simon says he doesn't either, even though we're boyfriends." At first I didn't know what to say. It had always been at the back of mind that I'd quite like to have Nathan as my boyfriend. Tony and I were always going to be just good friends. There seemed quite a gulf between the age of thirteen and fifteen whereas there was none really between, say, thirty and twenty-eight. I looked at him, patted him on the knee and said

"And one day, Natt, it may happen. You never know," and I gave him sweet and encouraging smile. 'Sooner than you might imagine,' I thought.

At home that night I told Simon what had happened. "I know," he said. "Nathan told me too." I wondered whether to mention the bit about family secrets, but I didn't want to spoil the mood. "I really don't mind if you do, Nick. We've always been brought up to share," he giggled, "but I don't want to share Tony, thanks. Just not my type."

I was still feeling horny from lunchtime, but I wasn't in the mood for my baby brother. I was still lusting over Nathan. I left Simon to get on with his homework while I went upstairs, locked my bedroom door, stripped off my school uniform and had a really good wank. I fell asleep on top of my bed, waking up after half an hour shivering with the cold. I had an idea. I took my comp top out of my sports bag and pulled it on. I immediately felt warmer. Then I stood in from of the mirror arranging and re-arranging my dick and balls, trying to decide on a compromise between which looked best and which felt best. If I wanted a good bulge, it was dick pointing straight down over my balls. That's how I left it when I put on a pair of sweats and a pullover. I noticed the lovebite was fading. I thought I'd better get on with my homework or I'd still be doing it at bedtime. I unlocked the door.

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The next day, Thursday, I thought at breakfast my hormone storm had subsided and so it should have done after a second wank before I went to sleep, fantasising about Nathan, and yet another in the shower. This morning's was merely mechanical, no fantasies, just getting the excess water off my belly. At least I could concentrate in lessons during the morning, but the hormones were rampant by the time I joined the lunch queue. Just my looking around the dining hall caused every boy to catch my eye and become an object of sex, apart from Christian Tranter. Tony told me he knew I was thinking of sex because my eyes were glazed and I kept moistening my lips with the tip of my tongue. Over lunch it was just Tony and me. I could tell him about Nathan and about the three wanks I'd had in twenty-one hours. "Tony, I don't know what's happening to me at the moment. I find it difficult to think of anything else other than boys and sex, and jerking off's not solving anything. I get a boner again within fifteen minutes of shooting my wad." He looked at me sympathetically without speaking. "I don't suppose I can come home with you after school? I promise you won't be disappointed."

"When have you ever disappointed me? If you're that horny, I'll even screw you. Until the other day I didn't realise what I'd been missing. I think it's because Chas always insists on topping and he conned me into thinking I was only a bottom and wouldn't enjoy being the top."

On the way out to get changed I managed to catch Simon. "Hey Si, I'm going back to Tony's place after school to get on with our PHSE project. I should be home before Mum and Dad, but if I'm not, will you tell them where I am?"

"No probs, bro."

"How did the PE lesson go?"

"Tell ya when you get home. See ya later."

Sitting on the bus on my way home from Tony's I could in my imagination still feel his cock inside me. It felt hot and exciting. I was feeling his balls pressed up against my bum, his cock slowly moving backwards and forwards, slipping out and having to be pushed back in with the repeated thrill of penetration and stimulation of the prostate. In my mind's eye I was lying there on my back, my legs over his shoulders while he deep-throated me. Considering it was only the second time that he'd topped, he had certainly mastered the art. I asked him his secret to which his answer was reading gay stories on the net and watching porn with Chas. Because we hadn't fallen asleep, I'd get home a bit earlier which suited me. Reality returned, I pressed the bell and got off the bus.

When I got in, I found Simon doing his homework on the kitchen table. "Hi, bro! How did your project work go?"

"One of the best bits of work me and Tony have done together." That told Simon a lot and yet it told him nothing. "I'm just going to put my games kit into the washing machine. Then you can tell me all about your PE lesson. Do you want to sniff my jock before it goes in?" Simon nodded. I fished it out of my bag and handed it to him.

"Mmm, smells of changing room."

"Or to be more precise, changing rooms smell of boys' smelly crotches."

"I think I could get to enjoy that. Now it's given me a stiffie. I can smell sweat, piss and spunk."

"That's precum, not spunk. Must have been from when Tony put his hands in my rugby shorts pockets. I thought he was going to give me a wedgie, but he started playing pocket billiards with me and I could feel his prick pressing into my crevice, but he had to stop before I got anywhere near to coming. I'll just put this lot into the machine and you can tell me about your PE lesson, Si."

"Well, it was great, Nick. It went just as you said it would. By the way, thanks for letting me wear your large shorts. I chatted Mr Timmis up and he spent the whole time checking me out."

"What was he wearing?"

"Shorts and comp top."

"How did you like your comp top?"

"Fine once I'd sorted my bits out."

"And what did you go for?"

"The bulge. Dick pointing down over my bollocks."

"And were you a demonstrator?"

"Not a demonstrator, the demonstrator."

"What were you demonstrating?"

"Climbing the ropes," said Simon.

"Did Mr Timmis do it as well?"

"Of course."

"Wicked. So you could see up his shorts and he could see up yours?"

"And the whole class could! So I'm glad I went for the best possible bulge. I like to keep the punters happy."

"And did you?"

"Nathan was more than happy and I didn't hear any complaints from any of the others," Simon grinned.

"Did Mr Timmis get an erection?"

"Not on the ropes. That could cause unfortunate burns. I'm not sure, but I caught him hurriedly re-arranging himself as I came out of the showers, but a little thing like that wasn't going to stop me chatting to him again."

"Was it a little thing?"

"C'mon, bro. Get real. You've been there."

"Yeah! Fun, isn't it? And no, it's not a little thing."

We were interrupted by the sound of my parents coming in from the garage.

I thought that would be all the excitement at school until the following Wednesday, but I was proved wrong in a nice way during Friday lunch. Tony and I were sitting together at one of the long tables with benches (as opposed to the smaller tables and chairs in the dining hall extension). We were deep in conversation when suddenly we were pushed aside and Nathan Tranter forced his way in to sit between us, closely followed by my brother who sedately decided to take an empty seat opposite us. "Hi, guys," they shouted in disunison.

"Why don't you sit down and join us?" said Tony sarcastically.

Natt looked at Simon and said "Nah!" The banter went on for a couple of minutes until the new arrivals finally got on with their lunch. While Simon, Tony and Nathan were chatting away, I drifted off into one of my adolescent daydreams. Wednesday's conversation ' Nick, I've nothing against you feeling my balls, you know. In fact, I rather like it ,' was going though my mind.

"Nick, you've gone off again. NICK!" It was Tony.

"Oh, have I? Sorry." I realised what I was thinking about. I joined in the conversation again and got on with eating, letting a couple of minutes go by before putting my hand under the table to stroke the inside of Nathan's thigh. He wasn't slow to move it farther up his leg and imagine my surprise when I found his trouser zip undone waiting for me to go gold digging. Now I realised why he was so keen to sit next to me. I felt him chub up in his undies. His package was red hot against my hand and I found that with a quick flick on the elastic with my thumb and fingers I'd got his dick out and I could pull his foreskin back and forth, until he whispered in my ear

"Nick, I think that's enough or I'm going to have an accident." I withdrew my hand immediately and he quickly zipped up, presumably leaving his cock in limbo between his pants and his trousers.

I went home with Simon that afternoon. He told me that Nathan now had a crush on me and was desperate for us to have sex. "Over to you, bro," I said. "He's your boyfriend. Sort him out one way or the other."

On Saturday evening Tony and I went to the cinema. Simon was over at the Tranters'. It was fun because we smooched during the film, but that was as far as it got for although he came back to my place afterwards, my mother forced us to be sociable until his father came to pick him up. At the same time Mr Tranter and Nathan dropped Simon off. He didn't have to say a word for me to know that he'd had a good time. Lucky sod. It didn't stop him coming to my room half an hour after he'd gone to bed and he was still there in the morning, but at least he'd dealt with my horniness. It was a shag that I really wanted, but we didn't dare do it with our parents in the house. What was more frustrating we'd been told we were going to church the next day. The choirboys were small compensation for although they were pretty, most of them were trebles which meant their balls hadn't dropped. By Sunday evening I was so desperate I felt like banging my nob on the bedstead and so when Tony and I met by the school gates on Monday morning I was almost begging him to let me go home with him after school for some in depth PHSE project work.

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However, Sunday was in many ways a day of rest for once we arrived home from church we didn't go out again. Because of church Sunday lunch was late for Mum didn't start to cook until midday. After that the short days meant that it was not worth going out for a family walk and if we had, we would have been caught in the rain which suddenly came on.

Church is a time for Mum and Dad to show off the family. People from the congregation like to talk to us, about school mainly, and how fast we are growing. I can almost feel some of the girls staring at me with their big moony eyes, but then I'm probably doing the same to their brothers. We always go to the church hall for coffee after the service. Sometimes Mum and Dad help with that and those are the Sundays that Simon and me are most likely to be left in bed and allowed to sleep in until they came home. My dick and balls kept telling me how they wished it were just one of those Sundays. This week even my butt was beginning to express a similar opinion.

After the service had finished, we went across to the hall and I was chatting with some neighbours along with Mum and Dad. They didn't seem to notice it, but I was wondering where Simon had got to. Sometimes we join in with the choirboys in a game of football. I looked out of the window, but he wasn't there. Meanwhile the rector had joined us. He wanted to ask mother to read at the following week's service.

"What do you want me to read?" she asked. He leafed through the sheaf of papers he had in his hand.

"Oh, dear, I seem to have left it in the vestry. Excuse me a moment. I shall have to go and fetch it."

Five minutes later the rector returned, huffing and puffing. "Mr and Mrs Croker, may I have a private word?"

"Go and join in the football, Nick. We won't be a moment." Well, it was more than a moment and when Dad came to collect me from the game, I could see his face was displaying some consternation.

"Nick, your mother and Simon are in the car. Before we go back, I need to have a word." I looked interested. "You know when the rector went off to the vestry to fetch that reading?" I nodded. "Well, he found Simon and one of his choirboys with their trousers round their ankles. I don't think I need to say more." I wanted to burst out laughing, but knew it was not the right reaction.

"Oh?" I managed to get out, still keeping a straight face. Part of my trouble was that I immediately felt in solidarity with Simon. "Boys sometimes do that sort of thing, Dad."

"I know," he retorted with slight irritation in his tone. "I was a boy once."

"I've done it." I waited for his reaction. I thought it might take the pressure of Simon. Silence, then

"Perhaps you chose your time and place better," he said testily. I wasn't prepared to share with him any more of my experiences in jerking and sucking boys.

When we reached the car, there was a distinct frost in the air. Simon gave me one of those pleading, puppy dog looks. In the back of the car I held his hand discreetly so that it couldn't be seen from the front. At a time like this it was expected that I should align myself with the po-faced adults in condemnation, but it was a case of 'there but for the grace of God go I'. I could not abandon my baby brother. When we arrived home, he went straight up to his room. After I'd changed, I went into the kitchen. "Mum, what are you going to do with Simon?"

"Your father is dealing with it," came the curt reply, that answer itself being an indication of the severity of the misdemeanour. I had just banged my head against a metaphorical brick wall.

I went upstairs and listened outside Simon's door. Silence. I tapped lightly and went in without waiting for an answer. There sat Simon on his bed just staring into space. "Okay, bro?" I said, knowing that the answer was no. "Come here a minute." He stood up and walked zombie-like towards me. I could see he wanted to cry, but was being a man and holding back the tears. I wanted to cry, but I didn't succeed in holding back the tears. I took Simon in a hug and kissed him on the cheek.

"Nicky, what do you think will happen?"

"Think about it, Si. Not a lot can happen. You're grounded, but that can't go on forever. You might lose a week's pocket money. You might have to do all my chores for a week, but that's a good thing." He gave a little smile. "What do you think if I talk to Dad – it'll be easier than with Mum – and tell them that we're both gay? It's got to come out sooner or later. If I come out, it will take some off the pressure off you. To put it bluntly, you're out already, Si, from this morning onwards. You might have to go and apologise to the rector. Just think. You could have given the poor man a heart attack, and what's church about if it isn't about forgiveness?"

There was a knock on the door. Dad came in without waiting for a reply. I'm pleased he saw me cuddling Simon. I didn't let go of him. He motioned for me disappear. I stood my ground. "Dad, before you speak to Simon I want a word." I think my boldness threw him off balance. I could see that he wanted to throw me out and do what he was intending to do, but he had always been contemplative by nature. He thought before he reacted.

"Okay, Nick."

We went downstairs into the study. "Dad, what are you going to do with Simon?"

"I don't know. I want to hear what he has to say for himself."

"I think there is something you ought to know first."

"What's that, Nick?"

"Simon is probably gay."

"Well, that's obvious."

"I was going on to say, Dad, that I am too." Dad froze. He thought. "Except with me there is no probably. I've researched it. It happens with some people. It's not a choice. You are made that way, or to put it another way, me and Simon are made that way." Again Dad grew silent.

"I didn't realise. And do you get up to the sort of things that Simon was getting up to?"

"No one's said to me what he was doing except that he had dropped his trousers, but the answer is probably yes. What did you do when you were our age? Had you kissed a girl?"

"Nick, are you being impertinent?"

"No, Dad. I am trying to protect my brother because I love him and I'm trying to put this into some perspective because it's something you and Mum will have to come to terms with."

"I'm trying to protect the family's good name," he blurted out and then his face betrayed the fact that he wished he hadn't said it. "I'm sorry, Nick. You're not the one who's in trouble."

"Perhaps it's better for you to take it out on me. Simon is far more sensitive than I am. There's no point in punishing him. He's suffered enough and if you want to find out what it's like having a queer son, talk to the Maltbys. I mean that, Dad. Seriously. They've come to accept it."

"Would like to say what you have told me to you mother?"

I nodded. "Just as long as she listens in the way you have, Dad, and doesn't throw a wobbly." He gave an involuntary laugh.

"I think she's passed the 'wobbly throwing' stage."

"Now? Before you go and talk to Simon?"

We went into the kitchen where Mum was busying herself with roasting the joint of pork we were having for lunch. "What has he got to say for himself?"

"Simon? I haven't spoken to him yet. Nick has something… Nick and I have something to tell you. Leave the cooking and sit down for a minute." Mum sat down at the table with us. Between us Dad and I recounted what had been said in the study. At the end of it she said rather softly

"I know. I've known that both you and Simon are gay for a long time."

"Who told you?" I said.

"No one. Mothers always know instinctively, then hope it's just a phase. Women in general do. They have this gift, far better than men. What do you call it? Gay something. Gaydoh."

"Gaydar, Mum."

"That's it."

All three of us needed a few moments to think, a few moments to review our intellectual positions. Dad took the longest to think. Finally he said "Okay, I know how I'm going to handle this. I am not going to go up and deal with him. Nick, will you go up and fetch him down and we talk to him as a complete family." I could see that my mother wasn't completely comfortable with this, but it was the way our family worked. Mum ran the day to day things including us boys' behaviour, but when it came to crises then Dad took command and his word was law, even with Mum.

When I went into Simon's room, I could see that tears had won. His eyes were all red. "Come along, Si. Time for the death sentence, but give me a hug first." Hug over, we went down to the kitchen. Dad took control. For me this was the third time I'd heard the sequence of events. Dad dwelt on Simon letting himself and the family down before ending with emphasising that Mum and he accepted that we two were gay and confirming that they still loved us.

"You two boys had better make yourselves scarce until lunch," he said. "Your mother and I still have some talking to do."

We went up to my room. I could see Simon was relieved and starting to regain some normality. "So it's official now, Si," I said. "We're both out. No going back. I can put that Tom Daley wallpaper on my computer and put up my Superman poster, you know, the one where you can clearly see his dick and his balls outlined in his speedo. We really ought to be celebrating coming out."

"I don't think it would go down too well at the moment," said Simon.

"You're dead right of course, but…" I mused. "We are going to celebrate. We are going to celebrate tomorrow after school before Mum and Dad get home."

"How? Party time?"

"That's right. We are going to make love… properly. I am going to make my baby brother feel so good that for him the best thing in the world is being gay."

"But you usually go to Tony Maltby's to do your PHSE project."

"Tony is just my best friend, you're my only and beautiful and sexy brother. I like Tony. I love you, Simon." He looked at me with those great big sapphire eyes guaranteed to melt the hardest gay heart. One day women will be cursing because, while he would be able to do anything with them, to them he would be off limits. "C'mon, Simon, we'd better get ahead with our homework."

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"Sorry, Tony, I can't make it tonight. Family celebration. How about tomorrow?"

"Let's say Wednesday, Nick. Mum's often home early on a Tuesday."

"Okay. Fine by me, and Simon, we've got to get out of school pretty sharpish and be on that first bus." Then I felt Nathan's hand on my knee under the dinner table. I leant over and whispered in his ear "Not today, Natt. I've got to save myself for later." Nathan would dearly have loved to ask a question, but clearly under the circumstances was not able to.

The Croker brothers must have been the first two out of the school gates that afternoon. We had to sprint to the stop to catch the bus, but at least we managed it. "Now, Simon," I said in a low tone in his ear "when we get home I want you to have a quick shower with particular attention to that gorgeous, pert little butt of yours. I want it so clean that I can eat my tea off it. Don't get dressed. Just put your undies and dressing gown on. Leave the rest to me."

When we got to our house, I left my key in the lock of the front door so that Mum and Dad couldn't get in and would have to ring the bell. I would rather get a bollocking for forgetting to take the key out of the lock than one for shagging my baby brother. Simon was as good as his word. By the time he appeared in my room showered and ship shape, I had only taken my shoes, socks, tie and blazer off. I had, however, also set my alarm clock for a quarter to six and got the 'supplies' out of my safe in the wardrobe. I looked at Simon. He glowed, appearing hotter than ever, if that were possible. I enjoyed a surge of feelings: love, fraternal and sexual, desire to inseminate him, joy at being so close to him, physically and emotionally, and I could sense all those feelings being returned tenfold. I felt happier than I could ever remember, even if twenty-four hours previously we were just emerging from a crisis point. All this and I hadn't even begun to chub up yet. "OMG, Simon, you are outstandingly beautiful. You are the dearest thing to me in my life." He lowered his head and looked up at me. It was that Princess Diana look which he had mastered without even knowing it.

"They say we look alike, bro," he replied "and so you must be just as good looking. I think you're even more beautiful than that. You're a hunk. When are you going to get undressed so that I can look at you?"

"I'm not." I saw the immediate look of disappointment on his face. "You are going to do it for me, but there's no hurry." His face immediately lit up. "Come and snog me."

Simon pinned me against the wall. It was at that moment that I realised how much he had grown – his adolescent growth spurt. He was quickly catching up with me. We kissed. His breath smelt of toothpaste, mine of whatever, but it didn't deter him. Shortly after teasing my lips with the tip of his tongue, it was in my mouth doing battle with mine. How we managed to draw breath, I do not know. He paused only to unbutton my shirt, unbuckle my belt and unzip my trousers. I stepped out of them, drew his dressing gown over his shoulders and let it fall. I led him over to my bed. I was in charge again. I avoided kissing his neck. I knew where that would lead and he was in enough trouble already. Then I did something I had never done before. After caressing each nipple with my lips and tongue, I licked his still hairless armpit. To this day I don't know what made me do it and I have never enjoyed it so much since. The pressure in my 2(X)1 ^st slip was building and I had as yet not laid a single finger on his package. I could feel how moist the pouch was, warm and wet; I was obviously oozing. However, we had some way to go before I turned petting into heavy petting. I dribbled into Simon's navel and proceeded to lick it out. I could no longer keep my hands off his tackle. I slipped my hand under the waistband his CKs, absorbed the heat from his throbbing boner with the palm of my hand, then slipped my fingers under his loose, but equally hot balls. I was sure that they were bigger than when I had last held them, but now the time had come to get down to the real thing.

It was easy to slide his slip over his equipment and butt and down his legs. "Are you ready, Si?" With a heavy breath he said yes. I kissed him and told him to lie on his stomach while I lubed him up, first his crevice, then his rosebud, then one finger inside, then two. "Okay, we're ready to go." I dropped my sodden slip and my liberated cock sprang to its full size and hardness. Both Simon and I did thickness better than length, but neither of us had ever received any complaints. I lubed my cock.

"Do you want me to roll this over your dick, Nicky?" Simon said, holding out an Avanti condom still in its foil.

"Not today, Si. Today I want nothing to come between us, not even a rubber skin."

"Silicon, bro."

"I want to deposit my seed deep inside you as a token of my love. I cannot do or give you anything more personal than that. I almost wish we could make a baby together. Now lie on your back. That's it. Legs over my shoulders. Good. I'm coming in." He let out a great groan of pleasure as I penetrated his sphincter.

"Take your dick out and put it in again." I did. "And again." This time I left it in and lay on his chest so that we could kiss. I don't know how long that lasted until nature took control and I started to move my dick back and forth inside him. I think I even hit the P-spot when I felt his whole body judder. I made sure he could feel my balls swing against his butt cheeks. Finally, as much as I would have liked to, I could hold back no longer. My heart beat harder and faster, a frisson went through my whole body, seeming to last minutes rather seconds, and my seed flooded deep into my baby brother's inner sanctum. I experienced a great sense of achievement. I left my cock inside him for as long as I could, but finally, limp, it flopped out. Simon relaxed.

"Nicky, that was fantastic. I want to do it to you."

"Not tonight, Si. Anyway, we haven't finished."

"What, there's more to come?"

"Yes, you. Come and kneel on the bed so that you can see your butt in the mirror." I knelt behind him, trying hard not to block his view. We could both see my spunk beginning to dribble out of his hole. I bent forward and started to lick it. It was still warm from being inside his body. The heat and wetness of my tongue obviously moved him for I heard a sharp intake of breath as I tried to penetrate his rosebud with my tongue. They say it's the strongest muscle in the body. In the end I was left with one mouthful. I turned Simon over, got him to lie on the bed and gave him a deep French kiss, transferring the product of my loins into his mouth, there to be savoured by his taste buds.

I looked at my watch. Plenty of time. "Come and cuddle me, Nicky."

"We still haven't finished. Come and sit on the side of the bed." Before he did, I spread out a towel to protect the duvet, then knelt in front of him and started licking his balls, taking first one, then separately the other into my mouth. I won't be able to do this for much longer, methinks. Then after licking his shaft and his acorn, savouring the taste of precum mingled with leaked spunk, I took his cock into my mouth and slowly, but powerfully brought him to orgasm. I nearly choked, he came so energetically and suddenly, but I regained sufficient control to be able to roll his semen around in my mouth like vintage wine before swallowing, but not sufficiently to avoid a facial. I rescued enough from my face to be able to snog Simon and give him 'a taste of his own medicine'.

We used tissues to clean up, flushed them down the loo and snuggled up together, still naked, under the duvet. "Now, Simon, you can tell me what happened in the vestry yesterday morning." I checked the alarm clock. "Still plenty of time to tell your story and have a shower."

"Before I do, Nicky, I just want to say thank you. Thank you for getting me out of the cacky with Mum and Dad."

"Careful, Si. I don't think you're flavour of the month quite yet. You'll probably have to wait until I do something wrong."

"And thank you for such fantastic sex. It's the best I've had so far."

"That wasn't sex, Si. That was making love. I adore you, Simon Croker, and that's the best way I know of telling you."

"I adore you too, Nicholas Croker, and I want to give you the same pleasure, except… you need a shave first." I ran my hand over my chin. "And not just there, but down below as well."

"You can do it for me after school tomorrow and then I shall look my best for Mr Timmis on Wednesday."

"You tart."

"I never thought about it that way before, but you're right of course."

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We lay there for a couple of minutes getting our breath back. "Nicky, you know that choirboy with the red hair, and it is red, not ginger? He goes to our school."

"Yeah, I've seen him around."

"Well, his behaviour is absolutely outrageous for a Year 7 boy. His name's Webster, Ronan Webster, and he's an absolute slut."

"Can't say I've noticed," I lied.

"And he carries a huge bulge in those loose school trousers of his."

"Mmm, perhaps I did notice."

"Anyway, that's who we're talking about. He said to me in the lunch queue on Friday 'Hey, Croker, why are you always staring at me?' 'Because I find that huge bulge in your trousers hot.' I didn't realise that Mr Timmis was on duty and standing right behind us. I don't think he heard, though. 'Are you going to church on Sunday?' I told him probably and so he arranged for us to meet in the vestry after the service. It was his turn to tidy the music and put the cassocks and surplices away. Then I could look at it, touch it, do what I liked with it and he was as good as his word.

"When I went into the vestry on Sunday, he'd already finished the tidying up, apart from one cassock. That was there in case anyone came and he could say he hadn't finished the job yet. He asked me if I was gay and I said flippantly 'Give me a kiss, Ronan, and I'll tell you and he gave me a peck on the cheek. I said 'That's not a kiss,' and I put him up against the wall and deep throated him. 'This is a kiss.' I was a bit rough with him, but he seemed to like it and when we broke, he said 'I think you've answered that question satisfactorily. Okay. I said I'd show you my cluster,' and he dropped his trousers and his pants, 'but I expect you to show me yours now.' So forward for a Year 7 boy. 'Not a problem,' I answered and dropped mine. We were both hard from the snog and I tell you, bro, he was impressive. I have never seen such a large donk, well, not in real life anyway, and as I said, he's only in Year 7! He even makes Mr Timmis look average. 'You can jerk it if you like. My sister does,' he said. 'I'd much rather suck it,' I replied. 'You can do that if you want,' he said and I was just about to go down on him, when the rector came in. I thought he was going to have an eppo, his face turned so red. Then he told us to get dressed and that he would be talking to our parents. And you know the rest, Nick, except for two things. The rector didn't have the guts to sack him from the choir. He just said that since Ronan's voice was changing he needn't come to choir practice any more, or to put it another way you don't sing in the choir period, and the other was about Ronan and his sister, but I'll have to tell you about that another time." The alarm clock beeped.

"C'mon, Simon, we've just got time for a quick shower, if we do it together, and for you to spread your homework over the kitchen table. I'll take my key out of the front door."

It was a frustrating evening, though I was glad I'd tried to get ahead with homework on Sunday. I don't know why, but I always did mine in my room and Simon always did his on the kitchen table. I think it was at first because Simon didn't have a decent desk to work on, but he has now. Also, I have a desktop iMac, while he prefers his laptop. Probably a form of control, too, so that we didn't disturb one another. Anyway, once I'd finished, I went downstairs and sat with the rest of the family until the end of the TV programme. It was only eight o'clock. Simon suggested we went and played a computer game, but I guessed what was behind it. He was bursting to tell me about Ronan Webster and his sister Lynn.

Once we were in the room, he set the game up, locked the door and came and lay down beside me on his bed. I was just going to put my arm around him when he said "Hold on a minute, Nick," and he put on a Justin Bieber CD.

"Can't you do better than that, Si?"

"It's loud enough to keep Mum and Dad away and stop them listening at the door. I'm sure they want to find out more about us being gay, but they don't want a confrontation and so might listen at the door.

"Okay, Nick, you mustn't tell a soul. This really is hush hush." Simon began to whisper. "He does stuff with his sister, and so does their older brother."

"Why's he stopped?"

"If you let me speak, it'll all become clear. You see, she liked to play with his dick. You remember I said he had quite a big one? Well, his sister thought that too and she never found anyone at her school who came close – her school's a mixed one, obviously – so she liked to play with both her brothers' and to begin with Ronan enjoyed it. She let them put it into her pussy. She is even on the pill because she was scared of getting pregnant, so she said."

"I suppose she goes to the school nurse if she is that desperate."

"I think that's mainly the problem. She's got quite a reputation at her school for putting it about," said Simon. "Anyway, one morning just Ronan and Lynn were in while their parents and big brother were out somewhere. Lynn was feeling really horny and she wanted sex. She went into Ronan's room, told him what she wanted him to do and lifted up her nightdress. 'What's that bit of string, Sis?' asked Ronan. 'It's all right, Ronan. Just pull it,' which he did without further thought and then it was too late. He realised she was having her period and the smell and sight of a soiled tampon made him throw up, actually throw up, and he's never done stuff with a girl since."

"Can't say I blame him," I said. "About the worst you'll get with a boy is a smeggy dick and you don't see many of those."

"Mmm! Smegma, my favourite!" cooed Simon.

"I bet you've never ever seen it."

"Oh, yes I have."

"Then you ought to pay more attention to your personal hygiene." He blew me a raspberry.

"Before I was so rudely interrupted, thanks to his sister Ronan had grown to enjoy sex, and with his reputation…"

"And the bulge in his trousers for one so young…"

"…he was always in demand, especially at school, but also with the other choirboys, and I thought we were in for some fun until the rector walked into the vestry yesterday. 'If you've got it, share it,' he always says… Ronan, not the rectum."

"What's Nathan said about all this, Si?"

"He doesn't know anything about it and I'd rather it stayed like that for the moment. His family are Roman Catholics and go to the Church of the Holy Virgin and so he's unlikely to know many of the choir at our church.

"He's got different problems with church," Simon continued. "He's an acolyte."

"What's that?"

"It's like an altar boy and there's half a dozen and they take turns. They're all hot and he thinks that's why they get chosen and he could cheerfully do stuff with any of them, but the worst thing is the priest. He's a bit like Mr Timmis, nowhere near so sexy, but yeuky and he touches them." I immediately thought how hot Mr Timmis was and my mind wandered. "Eugh, Nick, you're dribbling," said Simon as he dug me in the ribs with his elbow. "Another thing Natt has to do is when we use a rubber…"

"Silicon," I said to get my own back. Simon gave me a look, one that simply spelt out 'saddo'.

"…he's suppose to confess it."

"Eh? What about doing stuff? Doesn't he have to confess that?"

"Yeah, but it's not so serious because it's just a weakness of the flesh, temptation, whereas using a jonnie goes directly against the teaching of his Church."

"And does he?"

"Nah, it's more trouble than it's worth and he says he can live with his conscience. He says that when he's eighteen he's going to convert to being a Protestant. He couldn't believe that all Protestants were going to be cast into hellfire and he might just be one of the lucky ones who aren't."

"So Simon, you're a two-timing git?"

"No, bro, certainly not," he vehemently protested, but with a grin. "Three-timing git. Don't forget I've got you," and we fell about with laughter, giving each other a hug.

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Tuesday lunchtime at school. Tony and I were eating together. I was pointing Ronan Webster out to him and telling him what, besides his red hair, made him remarkable and an obvious favourite among the senior boys. Simon and Nathan weren't far away from him. "We'd better get down to the serious business, Tony."

"What? What we're going to do after school?"

"No, what we're going to do to wind up Mr Timmis tomorrow." Before we could start thinking, there was a thud and Nathan had plonked himself down beside me and Simon had on the other side of the table next to Tony. Simon kept looking at Natt as if he were trying to prompt him, but Natt took no notice. "We were just trying to dream up a wheeze for Mr Timmis's lesson tomorrow." At that moment I felt a familiar hand taking hold of mine and placing it on the inside of a familiar thigh. I needed no further guidance and found that Natt's fly was again unzipped waiting for me. However, imagine my surprise when my hand slipped into his trousers and discovered that he wasn't wearing anything underneath. I put my hand on his cock as it was beginning to chub up and I could get a very satisfying feel of his bollocks. They were loose and jiggled nicely in my hand. By now his cock was stiff, but I made sure it wasn't sticking though his fly hole. However, it was hot in both senses of the word. I whispered in his ear "One day, Mr Jonathan Tranter, you are going to get your comeuppance."

"Hey, how did you know my full name was Jonathan?"

"What? When your name in the School List appears as ' Tranter J R'? It's not difficult. Jonathan Roger Tranter?"

"You've done it again. How did you work out the Roger bit?"

"Oh, that was complete guesswork. I just associate Roger with you." Nathan was impressed, though I'm not sure he should have been, had he bothered to trace my thought patterns.

I thought I'd better withdraw my hand in case anyone spotted us. However, holding his stiff cock had inspired me. "Hey, Tony, I've got an idea for PE tomorrow."

"What's that?" he said. I lowered my voice.

"When we go into and out of the showers we sport a boner."

"Do you think we'll get away with it?"

"Don't you remember what Mr Timmis said that time in the lesson when I was going commando?" Tony shook his head. I told him. "'Don't worry, lad. It happens to all of us,' and then don't you think the significant word there is 'us'? He's including himself."

"Okay, I'm up for it, but only if we go in with the crowd instead of waiting for everybody to go in first as we usually do."

"I'd even do it just by myself," I countered. "It'll be a good laugh."

At home after school I had a shave to get rid of the roughness on my face and then Simon shaved my pubes for me. It's easier if you have someone you can trust to do it and it was a learning experience for him. I was still of the opinion that he shouldn't shave his yet, for at his age he looked better with than without and neither was it a thing to do just because big bro did it. Of course we came up against the unanswerable question with Simon: why did blonds have black pubes even though redheads had ginger ones? He performed his task to perfection, not a hair left nor a blood-letting nick anywhere. As a reward I let him suck me. He said it was odd with the taste of shave gel, but not unpleasant. I don't know where he has been practising, but he was learning fast how to give very good head. He was better than Tony, which in one way caused me concern, but, in view of what I had been saying about my personal relationships, was only to be expected. We got on with our homework afterwards. I wouldn't be home until six the following day.

By and large my sexuality, my sex life and my schoolwork had settled down and come to terms with one another. After a shaky start at the beginning of term I made sure that I buckled down, and I did the same with Simon. It was essential that our clandestine lives should remain as hidden as possible from our parents, though I don't think since we both came out after the vestry incident they were under any illusions that we might be leading a monastic existence. It was just that they preferred not to know about it, and keeping up academic standards at school was an important way of achieving that. In any case Dad was one of those that subscribed to 'what the eye doesn't see the heart doesn't grieve over'. Another thing Simon and I were in agreement about was keeping up appearances. Okay, it might be a gay thing, but so what? If we were looking for attractive boys, it was important we should do our best to make ourselves attractive. We kept our school uniforms clean and tidy, our hair cut and neat, top button and ties done up properly and shirts tucked in. We selected our casual clothes within a budget, but preferred to have less quantity and more quality. I think too between us we were developing a 'gay philosophy'. Okay, we had come out, now let's get on and do the thing properly and enjoy ourselves. We were lucky to have so many friends who were out and were sure we had some who would like to be. If we could by our example help them come to terms with themselves, so be it. Also, we tend to underestimate those among our fellows who are straight and still remain good schoolmates.

So Wednesday came along and although I was looking forward to PE, I could now easily settle down to the lessons beforehand. Tony and I went off to change. He was getting cold feet, not about performing, but not being able to perform. "What do we do, Nick, if we can't get hard?"

"Postpone it till next week. I've never had that trouble," I boasted. "Quite the opposite, if anything. You know how uncooperative the teenage prick is, Tony."

"That's what I'm worried about. I'm feeling very unsexy at the moment." I unzipped his fly and put my hand in his trousers.

"Does that help?"

"Not really." Admittedly his balls were tight and his dick felt all foreskin and no meat.

"Then don't worry about going into the showers, but when you're in there, do some checking out and you know how packed it gets in there."

"Okay, Nick. Also I'll have to work really hard to get my body temperature up and the blood flowing."

"I hope you're not going to be like this after school."

"With you smooching me, Nick, I very much doubt it." By now the rest of the class had arrived and we carried on changing.

I enjoyed the lesson and I think Tony did too. Over the term the dynamics had definitely altered. Aaron Berstead was no longer the centre of attention. It was clearly me. I'm glad that I was able to enjoy the attention, for I could understand an unwilling subject detesting it, particularly if it had been a straight guy. But then I was only in that position because, one, I was not straight, and two, I had been provocative in my behaviour. I had a quick word with Tony and we decided not to try it on going into the showers, just when we came out.

On the way into the showers I gave Mr Timmis a big tarty smile to attract his attention, but I needn't have bothered because he wasn't looking at my face and I had attracted his attention anyway. In the showers it was easy to bone up. I didn't even have to touch myself. Just avoid looking at Christian Tranter. I looked across at Tony. Still no luck. In the end he had to abort the operation. Now on my own I shook the excess water off and walked along the plastic walkway back to the changing room. I don't recall ever feeling harder than I did then and in my own dreams my prick had put on an inch just for the occasion. I stopped by Mr Timmis. I could hear his heart beating, or was it mine? I had no qualms about looking at his groin, covered by those short gymnasts' shorts. After all he was looking at mine. "Sir, when does gym club meet?" I'd finally wrenched his gaze away from my boner for him to look me in the face. "Gym club, sir, when does it meet? I think I'd like to join next term."

"Oh, sorry, Croker." His mind had returned from Planet Genitals. "Tuesdays after school. It'd be great to see you there. You've got some talent we could develop." I was wondering whether he was referring to gymnastics or my tackle.

"And I think my brother would like to come along too." There was a real glint in his eye when I said that.

"Yes, bring him along." What I actually wanted to say was 'I don't mind you checking me out, sir. Really. I feel rather honoured. In fact, I shaved my pubes specially for you today,' but I didn't have the guts to. And my prick was aching, it was so hard, and it gave no hint of going soft yet. "Hurry along now, Croker, and get dressed or you'll be late."

"Yes, sir. Thank you." Now it was me who was on cloud nine, but I was soon brought down to earth when I entered the changing room to unexpected applause and cheering which only ended when my dick deflated to its normal angle of dangle.

"Sorry about that, Nick," said Tony.

"What?" I said with a grin. "Failing on the boner front or telling the lads what I was doing to Timmis?"

"Cock up on the boner front."

"I don't think 'cock up' is quite the right expression in this instance." We both got a fit of the giggles. "I'm pleased to see your tackle is back to normal now that the fat lady has sung. I was thinking of calling this evening off."

"No, don't you dare, Nick. I've been looking forward to it, I feel so horny."

At lunch we hadn't been sat down for two minutes before Simon and Nathan placed their trays on the table and slid along the benches bashing into us. "How'd it go this morning?" said Simon. We told them in some hope that we might then be able to get on with our lunch. I was relieved to discover that Nathan's trousers were securely zipped up today and from the feel of his package he was wearing some underwear. "Hey, Nick, Natt and Ronan are coming to hang at our place on Saturday."

"Does Mum know about that yet?"

"Yeah. I texted her this morning and she said yes." I wondered if she realised who Ronan was.

After school I walked home with Tony. He had learnt not to ride his cycle to school when I was going back home with him. "What are you doing at the weekend?" I asked.

"Bit of a bummer really. The family's got a big anniversary we're celebrating. So we're booked into this hotel in the middle of the country about fifty miles away. When I say the family, that's Mum, Dad, uncle and auntie plus Chas and we're meeting another uncle and auntie and cousins there."

"Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"No danger of that. The other cousins are girls and I think they are going to find out that Chas and me are queer. Should be fun."

"So if it's just Chas and you…"

"We're sharing a room."

"… it will be a bit of a bummer. Can't be all bad."

"Piss off, Croker."

"I'll tell you what, Tony. I'll let you top me so that you won't have forgotten how to do it by the time you get back from your weekend."

On the bus home from Tony's I was on a high. Even the fact he had just scuppered my weekend by going away, couldn't knock me off my perch. Lessons had gone well. Despite Tony's failure in PE, the lesson and the winding up of Mr Timmis had surpassed expectations, even more so as I enjoyed five minutes of form hero worship afterwards. The sex with Tony was superb. Whatever he had been doing bottoming to Chas, he had learnt the techniques well and I was still enjoying a very nice feeling inside. All I would still maintain is that with Tony it was superb sex; with Simon it is superb love-making.

I arrived at the front door just as Mum and Dad were drawing up on the drive. Mum got me sit in the car while Dad opened up the garage. "Nick…" At least I wasn't in trouble. "Nick, your Auntie Freda has had a fall. She's okay, a bit bruised, nothing broken, but your father thinks we ought to go and visit her on Saturday to see if she needs anything. Now before I knew that, I said Simon could have a couple of friends round. I don't want to knock him any more after last weekend and so we wondered whether you were doing anything and if not, whether you could stop in and keep an eye on them." Now I knew who the friends were and it would have taken wild horses to drag me out of the house, but I played the old soldier and moaned that my weekend plans had been ruined because Tony was going away with his family and so I would after all be able to stay in. Now that did gain me several brownie points. "That's good of you, Nick, dear. I wish we didn't have to go. The weather forecast said there could be up to an inch of rain on Saturday, but needs must. Don't say anything to Simon yet. I'll deal with him." I got out of the car and Mum drove it into the garage.

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Friday night the temperature dropped suddenly. Saturday morning eight o'clock fine with a frost. Mum and Dad made sure both us boys were up, just as I was about to have a wank, of course, and they drove off. I'd received my written instructions. Nine o'clock Nathan and Ronan arrived, Ronan dressed in 501s and for the first time I could have a close look and saw immediately he lived up to his reputation. Nice tight little arse too. Out of school and school uniform I would have put him in Year 9 old or Year 10 young, certainly not Year 7. Nine-thirty the precipitation began, not rain as forecast, but snow. I thought of geography lessons: one inch of rain is the equivalent of twelve inches of snow. I looked out of the window. The snow was being driven by strong gusts of wind and already drifting. I turned on the wireless and there were warnings to motorists and pedestrians not to go out in it, unless it was a matter of life and death.

I felt a vibration in my groin. I fished out my smartphone. It was Mum's caller ID. "Hi, Mum."

«Hello, Nick. We wanted you to know that we've arrived safely. It's only just begun to snow here, but we heard the warnings on the car radio. What's it like at home?»

"Very heavy, strong winds and it's already drifting. The car across the road is completely covered."

«You all stay warm indoors and we'll keep in touch. There's plenty of emergency food in the freezer and tins of soup in the larder. You can defrost frozen stuff in the microwave.»

"Yes, Mum, we'll cope. You've taught us both very well."

«We'll stay in touch. Luckily I've got the phone charger in the car. Speak to you later.»

"Bye, Mum."

I don't know what the other three were up to. They were in Simon's room and there was a lot of giggling. I actually spent time catching up with reading the latest issue of GY mag that Tony had passed on to me. I was fascinated by the centrefold which consisted of two hot young men, eighteen at the most. 'Simon van den Berg and Adam Neave on their engagement.' An official naked engagement photograph, that's novel. Like to see that hung in the living room over the fireplace. I turned the page and on the right hand side was a smaller version in exactly the same pose, but dressed in dark lounge suits. Gosh, they were good looking, even better than in the naked photograph. It was accompanied by a short version of how they met and recommended reading their biography, The Ghetto Omnibus by N Fourbois. I wonder if it's on Kindle. I'll put it on my Christmas list. Leafing further through the magazine, I became interested in Fifty Things a Gayboy should keep in his Wardrobe . I had a number of them already and I was intrigued by some of those I didn't. Eleven o'clock. I looked out of the window. With the heavy fall the garden had disappeared under the snow which was drifting. I was going to suggest that we made a snowman or had a snowball fight, but the wind was too strong for that. Maybe this afternoon.

I knocked on Simon's door. I wondered whether I would find them all naked engaged in a threesome on Simon's bed, but shoes apart they all appeared to be fully clothed. I asked who wanted hot drinks and hot chocolate seemed to be the popular choice. While I was making the drinks, I had another call from Mum. There was no prospect of the snow easing before nightfall. Could I possibly cope if they stayed overnight with Auntie Freda. I answered "Sure. Simon and I can cope." I must admit that after finishing the call all sorts of evil thoughts ran through my mind, each one of which included an intimate picture in my mind's eye of some part of Simon's anatomy.

I called the horde down for drinks and snacks. I won't say anything to Simon yet. However, even while we were sitting round the kitchen table two more mobiles sounded off. Nathan and Ronan's parents were worried about how they were going to get home, and I assured the lads they could stay here until the snow stopped. I kept the local radio station switched on in the background to keep up with the weather conditions. The conversation continued round the table. No one seemed in a hurry to go back upstairs. We talked about school mainly because that was what we all had in common.

My baby brother never ceases to amaze me. He can come out with the most devastating things at times, never with malice, always with an air of innocence and naïvety. This was going to be one of those times. As I said, we were talking about school. Then à propos of nothing Simon piped up with "Ronan, my brother hasn't seen your cock yet." Experience told me that the best thing was always to treat these situations as the most natural thing in the world. "It's all right. He's gay as well." Ronan unbuckled his belt and started to undo the buttons on his jeans."

"It's okay, Ronan, hold on. I'll have a look at it upstairs. Old Mrs Bakewell is probably sitting at her window right now watching us through her binoculars. You wouldn't want to be up in court charged with manslaughter for waving your wand around and giving her a heart attack, now would you?"

Even over lunch, where Simon and I defrosted a loaf of bread and made sandwiches, there appeared to be no let up in the weather. The local reports on the wireless said that there was no point in the council getting the snowploughs out until the snow had stopped, which was expected about six or seven that evening. Fortunately they had crews on standby at the depot for it would have been impossible to call them in from home. Buses had stopped running. The town was apparently paralysed.

Just as it was beginning to grow dark, I rang Mum to update her on the situation. The rest were upstairs watching a DVD. "Look, Mum, I don't think there's any chance that Nathan and Ronan will get home tonight. This snow's supposed to be going on for two or three hours yet and there's little chance of the snowploughs getting out and there's not a lot they can do overnight. Also they need a clear way through with as few cars as possible. So is it okay if they sleep over?"

«I don't think there is any option, love. It does worry me to think of all you boys together there without an adult, but you'll just have to be sensible.»

"Okay, Mum. We'll get the sleeping bags out of the loft." Like heck, I thought. I was already chubbing up at the thought of what we might get up to tonight.

«Okay, Nick. You'll have to make a proper meal this evening, but that's only heating in the microwave.»

"We'll cope. I'll go and organise the troops."

«Thanks, love. You're in the best place. I'll give a ring later.»

I made a pot of tea and shouted up the stairs that they should come down now. "You can pause the vid." I looked out of the windows as I drew the curtains. The snow was falling remorselessly.

The lot fell on me to be mother and once everyone had been supplied with a mug of tea and biscuits, I said "I've just been in touch with Mum and she says the snow is too bad for them to make it home tonight. Also it said on the wireless that the roads in town will remain impassable for a few hours yet, certainly while it's still snowing. Mum said it would be okay if Nathan and Ronan slept over. Well, actually she doesn't use the term 'sleep over' because it's a bit modern." I saw Simon's face light up. "So I suggest, Natt and Ronan, you call your parents, explain the situation and see what they have to say, but to be honest, I don't think you have an option."

While they were phoning, I talked to Simon. "Look, Si, we're going to have to double up in our rooms for tonight. We'll get a couple of sleeping bags out of the loft."

"No, it's all right. I don't need one. I've got room for one in my bed."

"Simon, there are times that you can be a complete dipstick. I didn't say we had to use them. It's just that Mum has to think we used them." He bent his head forward and looked up at me with those big, gorgeous sapphire eyes of his, sucking his thumb with the outcome that he made me feel bad for calling him a dipstick rather than making him feeling bad for being one.

The lads finished their calls, said their parents were okay with their stopping over and sat back down at the table. "Okay, listen up, guys. These are the arrangements. We're going to have to double up in our rooms and we have sleeping ba…"

"I'll share with you, Nick," exclaimed Nathan without allowing me to finish my sentence. I looked across at Simon to see the expression on his face. I wondered what his reaction might be to my sleeping with his boyfriend, although he was really in a 'heads I win and tails I win' situation. Also I thought back to the time he said he didn't mind if I had sex with his boyfriend because we always shared everything anyway. I was pleased too because I could finish off once and for all the job started under lunch table at school. "As I was going to say, we have sleeping bags available for those that want them." There didn't appear to be a very quick take up on that offer. "You will also be able to watch Masterchef because Simon and I will be preparing dinner for seven."

"But there are only four of us." I gave Simon a look which could only have spelt out 'dipstick'. At least he had the grace to blush. "For seven o'clock, 19.00 hrs for those who thought we were going to cater for nearly two thousand," I said with heavy sarcastic emphasis, looking at Simon and accompanied by catcalls of 'duh!' from the remaining two. "Now I don't particularly want to know what you gayboys have been up to today, but from now on no more fun time until we go to bed, understood?"

"Fun time means sex," added Simon, trying to redeem himself and failing abjectly. "We can still have nonsexual fun." He just received looks of pity from his mates.

"I thought dumb blonde only applied to females," I interjected.

"But, Nick, I haven't shown you my cock yet," protested Ronan.

"That's duty, not fun," I answered gravely. "I'll carry out that responsibility when we've cleared away the tea things."

"What are we eating?" enquired Natt eagerly. Natt was one of those types with hollow legs who, politely said, enjoyed his food, yet didn't have an ounce of fat on him. Now I come to think of it he must have been suffering today. I offered him some more biscuits.

"Would coq-au-vin and spotted dick do?"

"Sounds good to me," said Ronan.

"Or do you prefer meatballs?"

"I like coq," said Simon, "but meatballs are easier to fiddle around with." He'd redeemed himself with his mates at least.

The lads moved to return upstairs and continued watching their DVD. "Hang on," I said. "This is an emergency, not a dinner party. I'm not chief cock and bottle-washer… whoops! I mean chief cook and bottle-washer, and I'm not going to have all the work dumped on me, thank you very much." I went upstairs. Simon organised himself and his two friends to tidy up the kitchen.

"Hey, Si, your brother's a bit of a slave-driver, isn't he?" said Ronan.

"Not really. It's just what we have to do when the 'rents are here. And I can forgive him anything because he's so hunky and good in bed." A long 'Oooooh!' in high pitched voices emanated from the other two. Whatever happened to family secrets?

When I heard the three return to Simon's room, I went and joined them. "Okay, Ronan, let's see this fantastic weapon of yours I've heard so much about." He started to unbuckle his belt. "Hold on. I can do that for you." I finished unbuckling the belt and took my time undoing each fly button on his 501s and finally pulling his jeans down to his ankles. I slid his slip down, 2(X)1 ^st I noticed, probably the only quality brand that could reasonably accommodate him. His ginger pubes were as red as his hair. "Hey, Ronan," I protested. "I want to see you limp, not chubbed up."

"That is limp."

"Wow!" I cooed. "Respect," and I touched it and knew immediately he was telling the truth. I had never seen anything like it, well not in real life, though he did compare rather well with the pics of Ralph Woods I drooled and jerked over. His balls were large and tight and pushed his whopper forward. "How big is it hard?"

"It doesn't get much longer than that."

"It doesn't have to," said Nathan.

"Simon, give me a French kiss," said Ronan. Simon obliged without hesitation. Nathan and I watched the leviathan wake until it was fully erect, just short of the vertical, the foreskin rolled back naturally to reveal the whole acorn. Ronan was right. There was only a slight increase in size, however more in girth rather than length. I did feel his balls despite our ban on sex. They were heavy.

"And is your brother so well equipped, Ronan?"

"Of course. Same pedigree, except unfortunately he's completely straight." I resisted licking the copious precum. Naturally I was nursing a half hard-on in my sweats. I can't imagine many boys allowing him to shag them, I thought. Enviable as it is, it must be a liability at times. I'm content with what me and Simon have got.

"Put it away, Ronan, or I'll be breaking the chastity curfew," I said. Still, I wouldn't mind a long weekend with him, I thought. "I think it's worth getting thrown out of the choir for wanting to show that off."

"Oh, you heard," said Ronan.

"Isn't that why you're here?" I replied smiling. I watched as Ronan pulled his slip back on and tucked everything away. I couldn't work out whether he always had that difficulty – quart into a pint pot came to mind – or whether he was putting on a show for the lads.

At half past six we all gathered in the kitchen for Microchef . Admittedly it was no great strain to produce a meal from what Mum stored in the freezer, but I think that for Nathan and Ronan there was an air of mystery about what Simon and I were doing and that they hadn't been so well trained at home as we had. I'd got the coq-au-vin out to defrost earlier so that it wouldn't take so long to heat. "Any of you girlies not eat your greens?" I asked. That was another thing Simon and I had been trained to do. Under the hard gaze from me and Simon I don't think either of our guests dared own up if they didn't. I knew from school that Hollow Legs Tranter ate anything and everything and I simply couldn't even imagine a veggie carrying a piece of meat like Ronan's between his legs and so I wouldn't to ask the V question. After all we were on emergency rations, not dining out at some poncy restaurant. I looked out of the window. It had finally stopped snowing and the eerie landscape under the orange sodium streetlamps I just didn't recognise. If I didn't know that there was a car parked opposite in the street, I wouldn't have noticed its roof peeking out above the snow.

At five past seven the four of us were sitting round the kitchen table getting our lips round some coq-au-vin in a rich sauce. I'd cooked Brussels sprouts as a tester, peas and broad beans, and received no complaints. I decided to mash the potato for boiled spuds would have been too bland. Spotted dick again proved popular. I'd left it to Simon to warm that through in the oven and to open up two tins of custard and heat it in the micro. "Si, I thought we had a can of squirty cream."

"We have. It's up in my room. I'll go and fetch it." Three boys were blushing. When he came back, he said it was empty.

During our conversation over supper we started talking about Mr Timmis. His admiration of the juvenile body beautiful was new to Ronan for he was taught PE and games by a different master, but I could see from his face that our stories had stirred his imagination and that spurred us on to dwell on that topic of conversation. Simon said that he and I were going to join gym club next term and that Ronan ought to come along with us. Simon also talked about him and me wearing leotards for PE and how they attracted the attention of others besides Mr Timmis. He even went upstairs and fetched his comp top and shorts to show Ronan. Nathan of course had seen them before. I told the story of what Tony and I did when we showered after games and PE and said we were running out of ideas that would keep both Timmis and us on the right side of the authorities.

"I wouldn't dare wear shorts like those," said Ronan "because of my low undercarriage."

"You want to try it," said Natt. "It'd be a bit of a laugh."

I was trying to think about what to do until bedtime. You can only watch so many DVDs in a day and I knew Mum was not over keen on our taking friends into the living room, though she might soften since this was an emergency. By the time we'd finished eating, sat around talking and got cleared away it was half past eight and I know we were all looking forward to an early night. Simon and I had a phone call from Mum and Dad just to make sure we were all right. The weather forecast, they told us, was for a rapid thaw to set in once the sun came up on Sunday, but they didn't expect to get away much before midday. They wanted to be home before it grew dark in case the roads froze. The problem of what to do was easily solved. We sat around the kitchen table and played cards. We ended the day with bedtime drinks and disappeared up to bed just after ten.

I have to confess that I was a little worried about how Simon would get on with Ronan, but I don't think the younger boy would hurt him, at least not on purpose.

I told Nathan that he could use the shower if he wanted, meaning have a thorough shower, Nathan, and then it will be no holds barred. I strongly hinted that I was not into smelly arses. I showered when he was finished and as I came out Ronan was standing outside the bathroom starkers except for the bath towel draped over his shoulder. I appreciated his tackle as it hung there naturally in all its glory rather than after being bunched up in his jeans. I gave his dick a tug and said quietly "Be gentle with him."

"No worries, Nick. I learnt that lesson with Lynn."

When I got back to my room, Nathan was already in my bed. He was sitting up giving me a seductive look. This was going to be something far more worthwhile than a quick grope under the table in the school dining hall. I picked up his undies from his pile of clothes on my desk chair and threw them across to him. "Natt, you can put these back on and your shirt. I am going to seduce you, slowly, not rape you, and tomorrow morning, when you've learnt the lesson, you are going to do the same to me." His face lit up.

"What, you mean you're going to let me f… let me er…"

"It's all right. You can use the word, but remember that actions speak louder than words."

"You're going to let me fuck you?"

"If that's what you want, yes. I take it from what I've heard Simon say you're not a virgin." He blushed. "Back and front."

"It's just the idea of a Year 9 boy fucking a Year 10 boy I can't get my head round."

"But it's okay for a Year 10 boy to fuck a Year 9 boy?" I said.

"Well, yeah, that's what happens. It's the way of the world. My brother Christian wouldn't let a younger boy touch his arse."

"Maybe, but Chris has got one or two things to learn about dealing with people. Sorry, Natt, that's not fair. I shouldn't have said that to you."

"But you think it, Nick?" I nodded slowly.

"I work on the law of mutuality."

"What's that?"

"Basically, if I kiss you, you can kiss me; if you suck me, I can suck you; if I rim you, you can rim me if you want to."

"Rim? What's rimming, Nick?"

"If you haven't found out by the time we go down to breakfast, ask me again and I'll tell you," I replied with a wicked grin.

"Are you dressed now, Natt?"

"Yes, shirt and pants." I put out the lights except for my desk lamp which I angled to reflect off the corner of the room and the ceiling, checked that everything we needed was handy on the bedside cabinet and pulled back the duvet. Nathan's shirt was covering his package which I was pleased about since I wanted this to be a voyage of discovery, a slow voyage for both of us, for although I had touched and felt his prick and bollocks several times, I had never seen them and that was going to be one of many pleasures we were going to experience tonight. Natt was going to be the fifth boy with whom I shall have shared the pleasures and excitements of homosexuality. I had the momentary desire that Mr Timmis might be the sixth, but quickly dismissed that thought as wicked, though this was not going to be the last time I entertained it by a long chalk.

"Ready, Nathan?"

"Ready for anything you can give me," he replied impertinently and confidently.

I was about to climb onto my bed when I noticed that the tee shirt and boxers I was wearing were covered in wank stains and were starched in places. "Just a minute, Nathan. I need to change my tee and shorts. They're a bit mucky from last night."

"Ugh, dirty boy. You ought to use tissues."

"And ruin the orgasm? No way, José. Close your eyes. I don't want to spoil it for later and after that you can look as much as you like."

Finally I landed on my bed and snuggled up to Nathan. I put my right arm round his shoulders and drew him in. I slowly put my hand up inside his polo shirt, feeling for his nipples while my lips just lightly swept across his. He was already moaning in ecstasy. I spent time teasing him by blocking every attempt he made to put his tongue inside my mouth. I soon realised that this was no novice I was dealing with, which added to the erotic tension between us. He had been well schooled, by Simon I hoped, rather than by that brother of his. Nathan's gentleness and co-operation persuaded me to credit my brother. Eventually I allowed his tongue in. Meanwhile I was having to exert extreme willpower to prevent my left hand from straying down to his groin. "C'mon, Natt, let me strip this shirt off." I took mine off too. "Have you ever done this?" I licked and sucked his nipples, ran my finger lightly round his belly button before burying the tip of my tongue in it. The moans and groans coming from him made me wonder how loud he would be when he eventually came to orgasm. It wouldn't matter tonight, but it could prove embarrassing if he and Simon were on a sleep over when our parents are here.

I felt his hand roaming towards and over my groin. If I didn't stop it, I would have a premature ejaculation which could ruin any plans for the night. "You're obviously ready, my boy." I eased him out of his slip, surprised at how damp it was, and when I'd got it off him, I held it to my nose and savoured his pubic perfume. It just made my cock harder inside my own slip, but I would have to endure that a little longer yet. I shifted my position so that I could lick his balls, then his shaft and finally pop the glans into my mouth. We exchanged a long kiss with my mouth full of his semen until he said

"Now, Nick, can I do that to you?"

"Be patient, Natt. It'll be your turn in the morning. I promise." I still had some of his spunk in my mouth and I was battling not to swallow it, yet talk at the same time. "Now on to the next phase. I want you to kneel on the bed." He knelt on the edge of the bed, I knelt on the floor and ran my tongue along his hairless butt crack, depositing the remains of his seed and trying to work it into his hole. Still more moans and groans convinced me that he was in the utmost ecstasy and that I was doing the right thing by him. "Okay, it's time for the real thing. You're sure you want this?"

"Oh, yes, Nick, I need it badly. Now!"

I got the K-Y and squirted some onto my fingers. Nathan jumped when he felt the sudden cold gel on his rosebud. I should have warned him. I worked it in, first with one finger then with two. We were ready. I stripped off my slip with great difficulty. It was also moist, but not as wet as Nathan's. "This is your job. Roll the rubber over my prick. I always find it so erotic to delegate that job." He did as he was bidden. "Now get on your back. We're doing it missionary position because we can snog and it enhances it to feel your hot prick between our bodies, especially if I can make you come off again."

"Come off again?"

"Yeah, by hitting your P-spot."

"P-spot?"

"By stimulating the prostate gland inside you, or you jerk yourself off."

Whatever we did, we did it perfectly. I won't say the earth moved, but Nathan's body did as his prostate made him shoot more lovejuice between our stomachs, and that made me shoot my load at the same time. We lay there for a while in coïto pecking at each other's lips. "Don't take it out yet," begged Nathan.

"It's all right," I re-assured him. "It's good bedroom etiquette if the top man leaves his prick inside until it goes limp and lets it flop out on its own."

Inevitably it flopped out. I removed the jonnie and knotted it, offered Nathan a towel which he declined. We snuggled up close together and fell asleep,

It was light when we woke, stuck together by Nathan's natural adhesive. "Did you enjoy that?"

"Fantastic," replied Nathan. "I never realised sex could be so good." I said nothing. I had no objections to outperforming Christian Tranter, but I didn't want to upstage my brother.

"I'm going to freshen up. You can use the bathroom and then it's your turn."

"Do I have to lick your butt?"

"You don't have to rim me if you don't want to. It's an acquired taste and I don't want to force you to do anything you're not happy with. Sex is to be enjoyed. Rule No 1."

We returned to bed with Nathan leading this time. "This is much better than a quick grope under the table, isn't it?" I said.

"A quick grope under the table is far better then nothing. I've always wanted to do it with you, Nick Croker, since the day I realised I was gay. In fact, it was you that made me take that decision."

"We'll talk about it later. Meanwhile I'm waiting for you to seduce me."

Nathan and I were woken by the ringtone on my mobile. It was Mum, wanting to know what the weather was like. I hadn't even looked out of the window. There was the sound of parting velcro as I got out of bed and, naked, walked across to the window. I pulled back the curtain. The weather forecast had been right. The sun was shining and the snow was thawing fast. Bang goes our snowball fight and snowman building, I thought. I duly reported back and Mum said that they hoped to be home by lunchtime. After the call I went along to Simon's room without bothering to put my dressing gown on. I knocked at the door, walked in and found Simon and Ronan asleep in each other's arms. I shook Simon and as he slowly came to, I could not help but notice that he had let the side down. On the left hand side of the neck Ronan was sporting a large, but unmistakeable love bite. I updated Simon and told him and Ronan to come down to breakfast when they were ready, but before they got dressed, I wanted a souvenir photo. I got one of all four of us by using the timer. Why is it that in a group photograph the smallest one always has the biggest dick?

Breakfast was a quiet affair punctured only by calls home by Nathan and Ronan. The Websters owned a four by four and volunteered to take Nathan home as well. Several phone calls later it was all settled. They would call at midday to allow the sun time to melt a fair amount of the snow and for the council snowploughs to do their work. I was dying to ask Simon how he had got on with Ronan, but that would have to wait because I didn't want to cause either of our two guests embarrassment. However, last night was bound to have adjusted the dynamics of our relationships.

I'd messed around with my brother's boyfriend; I'd two-timed my best friend; Simon and Nathan had two-timed each other, though with permission; and Ronan? Ronan was the one we knew least about.

Then while we were still having our breakfast, Simon started off in the way only Simon can. "Hey, Ronan, have you got a boyfriend?" He paused. "Or a girlfriend?"

"With what I pack in my trousers I don't need the first and I can't get the second. Anyway, I find girls off-putting, especially if I get to smell them." I thought back to the tampon incident that Simon had vividly described to me. "You probably don't know many Year 7 boys, but they call me the Slut at school."

"That's not very nice," exclaimed Nathan.

"I don't mind. Why should I with my natural talent? They're only jealous and with it I can get any boy I want, some even I don't want, and some of those sixth formers are quite hunky boys. And you know the best ones? The straight guys. I get a greater sense of achievement after doing stuff with a straight kid and quite often they'll come back for more."

"Doesn't the smell put you off?" asked Nathan.

"No, I adore the smell of boy. Anyway, if a sixth former, or anyone else for that matter, wants a private viewing of my dick, or touch it, I charge them a pound, five if they want to do anything else."

"So I owe you quite a lot of money?" said Simon.

"Oh, not you, Simon. I'll never charge you, especially after the vestry and last night. I'll give you a free pass to my body for anytime that I'm not otherwise engaged. I ought to be paying you, especially for what you showed me." I raised my eyebrows. I must have taught my brother well, I thought.

I looked out of the window. The car parked opposite was already visible. "Okay, guys, it's time to earn your keep. Me and Simon need some brownie points, don't you, Simon? We clear up the kitchen, then it's outside with brooms and shovels."

In an hour we cleared the drive, the pavement outside the house and the patio in the back garden. I don't think the lads minded working, especially as we got stuck in and the time passed quickly. We hung the sleeping bags on the washing line to air them, even though they hadn't been used. I took some photos and got some good shots of Ronan's package and butt in his 501s. By half past eleven we were sitting round the kitchen table, drinking hot chocolate. I'd have made it with squirty cream, if there had been any left, Simon!

"When we've finished our drinks, lads, we all go upstairs, tidy our rooms and have a good look round, particularly for discarded supplies, whether in the waste paper bin or under the bed. We don't want to come home from school tomorrow and find we're facing the Inquisition because our mother or Mrs Fanway the cleaner have found certain 'items'" – cue making quotation mark signs with the first two fingers of each hand – "up there. Know what I mean? And that includes silver foil, used tissues, empty or part used tubes of K-Y, used or unused rubber jonnies. Give them to Simon or me. We know how to dispose of them."

Five minutes later we met in the kitchen again and everybody assured me that every condom had been accounted for. The used ones were put in a Tesco bag which was knotted and the unused ones back in the safe. Just then a vehicle drew up on the drive. I looked out of the window and saw in was a black Chelsea tractor. "Your dad's here, Ronan." Simon went to the door. I was relieved in a way because I didn't want wounds from the previous week re-opened and with a redheaded father, daughter and son standing in the kitchen it would have been difficult to ignore who Ronan was. Ronan introduced his sister Lynn. I don't think she or her father understood why we had such silly grins on our faces, which was probably a good thing, especially as Mr Webster, so far as I could make out from the story told, would not have had the slightest inkling about his daughter and her reputation. I wonder whether he knew his younger son was gay.

However, my hopes were dashed when another car drew up and Mum and Dad climbed out of it. As it happened, I needn't have worried for either Mum didn't recognise Ronan or didn't want to. I suspect the latter. At least it gave our guests an opportunity to tell what had happened and to thank our parents for letting them stay over night. Once we had said goodbye to them Mum went on a tour of inspection of the house. I was pleased that our damage limitation strategy had confined our guests to two bedrooms, the bathroom and the kitchen. We could have opened up the spare bedroom, but imagine the fun we'd have missed out on if we had.

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"I couldn't do the supermarket run yesterday," said Mum "and so we have to scurry round a bit today."

"Simon," called Dad, "will you ring up somewhere and book a table for four people at half past one? I'll leave the choice to you as to seem to know a lot about these things, and that doesn't mean McDonald's or KFC, either." Dad gave me a wink behind Simon's back.

"Then we shall have to go off to Sainsbury's after if we're to eat for the rest of the week," added Mum.

I listened in as Simon made his call. You wouldn't think it was a thirteen year old speaking. "Good afternoon, is that the Dog & Duck?" Obviously it was. "This is Mr Croker. I should like to book a table for four at one-thirty with Ben as our waiter."

«It might be difficult so late, sir.»

"Would you ask Ben to come to the telephone, please?" He sounded quite imperious.

«What was the name again?»

"Croker. Mr Simon Croker." I tried not to laugh.

«Bear with me.» It obviously worked.

«Hey, Simon, good to hear from you. I gather you want to bring the family for lunch.»

"That's right. The receptionist said it might be a bit difficult."

«Only as difficult as she makes it. Of course I can find a table for you. It might not be in the window, you might have to eat in the kitchen and it may be a few minutes after one-thirty, but I'll fit you in somewhere.»

"That's great. See ya later, Ben. **click** Dad, all sorted. Dog & Duck. We might have to wait a few minutes and have whatever table they can find. We might have to eat in the kitchen. I said that's okay. Is that okay, Mum?"

"That's okay by me, but I think you'll find he's pulling your leg," she replied.

"I wish he'd pull something else," he whispered to me when Mum was out of earshot.

Simon and I had to change into something respectable. Mum and Dad had to change as they were still wearing yesterday's clothes. Then we all piled into the car.

It doesn't take long to get to the Dog & Duck. It's only four or five miles away. Dad led us into the pub and up to the receptionist's desk. "Good afternoon, the name is Croker. We have a reservation for a few moments after half past one."

"Mr Simon Croker?"

"No. This Simon Coker," said Dad, putting his arm round my brother's shoulders. I got the impression that our welcome was not so warm as on previous visits once he had mentioned our name, but obviously Ben was looking out for us and he soon came out of the restaurant to greet us. He and Simon hugged. Mum put on her disapproving look.

"It's all right, Mother," said Simon reassuringly and in the imperious tone we'd heard earlier. "Ben is gay and he knows that I am and so it's perfectly acceptable." Dad was studiously admiring one of the paintings on the wall.

"And is it acceptable for you to grind your packages together in public?" I whispered into his ear.

"Only if no one else sees," he replied cheekily.

"Exactly."

I don't know whether it was the fraternal power of homosexuality or plain good fortune, but we were shown to the table in the window straightaway. Glorious sunshine in a dark blue sky and patches of white standing out like sheep in a field where the snow had not yet melted. We all ordered roast dinners. I had pork, Simon beef, Mum lamb and Dad chicken. Ben was as attentive as ever and I could see that something was going on between him and Simon, but I couldn't work out what it was. The meal was thoroughly enjoyable as we spent the time talking about our adventures on Saturday. Of course the 'rents only got the expurgated version. "That Ronan seems a nice boy," said Mother. "I don't think I've seen him before."

"You probably have, but not realised it."

"He goes to our school," interjected Simon. At least he didn't say 'He goes to our church,' though, come to think of it, the rector didn't actually say who Simon committed his indiscretion with, just one of the choirboys.

"And is he gay too?" Mum asked. Simon put on one of his puzzled frowns.

"Do you know, Nick, if Ronan's gay?" My face assumed a noncommittal look and I shrugged my shoulders saying

"I don't know, either. No one's said anything to me." I love these occasions when Simon and I work together to confuse our parents and protect one another.

While eating my meal, I started thinking about Ben. Was it my imagination or were his trousers tighter than on the previous occasion? He hadn't put on any weight. He displayed a subtle package, no detail, just an outline obviously hiding something significant, while his butt was displayed as two round cheeks, not large, certainly not a bubble butt. I couldn't work out what I wanted more, to sink my prick between those two luscious cheeks, or to feel the contents of his trousers between mine. Less than a year to go and I would be legal. In my quieter moments it did worry me that what we did was completely against the law, but there again a standing dick has no conscience. I thought how good it would be to have my sixteenth birthday party at the Dog & Duck and while everybody else was celebrating, Ben and I would find a deserted store room and I would have my wicked way with him. I couldn't think of a better birthday present.

"Nick!… NICK!… NICHOLAS!" I realised where we were. "You were away with the fairies," Mum said. "You've hardly touched your meal. It'll be cold."

"Sorry, Mum. I was thinking."

"You're not sickening for something, are you?"

"No. I was just thinking what a great weekend it's been. A bit of a challenge in a way. A great week all told. I told Mr Timmis that Simon and I want to join gym club next term. He seemed pleased with the idea, more so with Simon. I suppose I'm too old now to train to a high standard. It's like ballet. The younger you start the better." What on earth made me say all that? I wasn't thinking of Mr Timmis at all. I suppose it's this puberty thing. They say our brains are being rewired and we don't always think rationally. Should be over it by eighteen, then our brain loses more neurones than it produces.

The pub and restaurant were quietening down a bit. It wasn't so busy as usual anyway, probably because of the weather. Ben had been at his most attentive and when he brought chocolates with our coffee, he placed two with Simon's and mine. It didn't go unnoticed by Mum and Dad, but they didn't say anything. "Well, Simon," said Dad, "as you booked the meal, I think you'd better go and pay the bill." The look of dismay on his face was a picture. "And don't forget a tip for the waiter." After we had had our fun, Dad handed him his debit card which gave Simon the opportunity to go looking for Ben and talk to him privately. After what must have been more than five minutes, Simon returned with the card machine for Dad to enter the PIN. It seemed another eternity before he came back with the card and Ben. We finally left, but not before he had given us boys a more than friendly pat on the bottom. Mum and Dad were in front of us. I don't know what made me do this, it was an automatic response, but I put my hand behind myself and, without looking, groped Ben's crotch just like the professional soccer players do. He who dares wins and what I felt with his balls jiggling in my hand was worth groping for.

"See you again soon," were Ben's last words as we left.

"What on earth took you so long?"

"Shh!" said Simon with a grin. "Tell you later. Have I got news for you, bro!"

In a way the rest of the afternoon was frustrating. With an early sunset we only had time to do the shopping before it got dark. There was a nip in the air and with a clear sky an early frost. The car windscreen needed de-icing before we could drive home. Sat in the car with Simon I suddenly felt weary. Let's face it. I had got very little sleep last night. I realise you always have to pay for your pleasures one way or the other and on top of that I knew I had been responsible for the three younger boys which cost a large amount of nervous energy. Fortunately nothing had gone awry as far as I knew and it might give Mum and Dad the confidence to trust us boys a little more and allow us more freedom. Talking to other boys I knew that I, the older brother, did all the hard work in path finding and that Simon, the younger brother, gained most of the benefit, but I accepted that as the way of the world. It suddenly hit me that Simon and I as 'out' homosexuals were leading a more sexually active life than our heterosexual fellows at school. Are gays more promiscuous than straights? Or is it that as members of a single sex group we have more opportunity?

"Come on, Nick, wake up," said Mum. "You've fallen asleep in the car."

"And you talk in your sleep," added Simon. Now that did worry me or was he just winding me up?

"Help carry these groceries in and then you can go up and rest on your bed until tea time. We'll call you when it's ready." I did as I was told. I don't know how long I slept for. What did surprise me, and thinking about it, it shouldn't have, was to wake up and find my baby brother asleep beside me with his hand on my crotch. I gently woke him and as he came to, he noticed where his hand was, yet he made no effort to remove it.

"I wondered why my hand could feel a dick and two balls, but my tackle couldn't feel a hand," he smiled. I clasped his wrist, gently lifted it and place his hand on his own crotch.

"Have you got the feeling back in your balls now, Si?" We both had a giggling fit.

"Hey, bro, I'm dead envious of you."

"Why? What now?"

"You did something at the restaurant that I really wanted to do."

"What's that?"

"You had a feel of Ben's balls."

"Yeah," I grinned and they felt good, large, loose and jiggly."

"How could you?"

"Well, if he gropes my butt, it's open season. It automatically gives me permission to goose him. So I did. Anyway, what took you so long to pay the bill?"

"That's what I wanted to tell you. We were talking."

"We thought you had him bent over the freezer in the larder with his pants down and that you were giving him a good rogering… No, that's not quite true. I thought you had him bent over the freezer in the larder with his pants down and that you were giving him a good rogering."

"If only. I'd have been happy if it was the other way round."

"So what were you talking about all that time?"

"This and that. He was telling me about when he came out, and about living in a flat with his partner who's older and that I really ought to meet him because he's absolutely gorgeous. Ben's not actually a waiter. He just works at the Dog & Duck over weekends and on public holidays to earn some cash and he's a student at the university Monday to Friday."

"And what about when you took the PIN machine back?"

"I told him about some of the things that happen at school and do you know what? He told me his partner was a teacher at a local school and I thought I wonder. No, it couldn't be, and yet his partner's name is Adrian and… no, impossible… Mr Timmis's initial is A."

"You don't think… No, it's too much of a coincidence…" I said.

"How can we find out? You know how tight people are in giving personal information. Data protection, ooh, more than my job's worth, computer say no, confidentiality and so it goes on and on."

"Let's try and think this one through."

"Nick! Simon! Tea's ready. Go and wash your hands."

"Talk to you later," I said. "Don't mention anything in front of Mum and Dad, okay? The last thing we want is to involve them in our private underworld."

Teatime can be quite frustrating in our household. Talking around at school, I gather that we are quite old-fashioned, first of all in having tea as a meal. Mum considers it important that we sit down as a family round a table with no television or wireless at least once a day and that we talk to one another and that it will only go on for another three and a half years until I go to uni. But three and a half years is ages, a quarter of my life. On the other hand Mum and Dad have been very modern and progressive about our coming out. So we can't complain and it's no use upsetting the apple cart.

But back to this feeling of frustration. The meal has to take its course. No going off to do our own thing, and that even includes homework, another icon in our family life, until tea has been eaten in a slow and dignified manner, duly digested and cleared away, one of our chores. The table was no place for thinking. It would be interrupted by conversation, but in the end we boys came to appreciate that as the reason we got on so well with one another. Our parents had taught us to communicate. Finally Mum and Dad went into the living room to watch TV, and Simon and I went upstairs. "Your room this time, Si. You're beginning to wear out my bed, you spend so much time on… or in it."

"Yes, I've noticed that too, Nick. Your mattress and the bedsprings are a lot noisier than they used to be."

"Cheeky bastard."

"Tut tut, Nick. You should never call your younger brother a bastard. What does that make you?" He was giggling so much that I started tickling him.

After a bit of a non-sexual romp we both calmed down.

"Okay, Simon, we've got to find out what Mr A Timmis's Christian name is."

"Google?"

"Okay. Get your laptop out." We waited for it to boot up.

"Hmm, hundreds of Timmis's, of which several have the initial A, and three have the name Adrian and none of them live near here."

"Let's look at our other possibilities."

"Well, how about 'Sir, is your name Adrian and have you a partner called Ben?'" Simon suggested.

"That sounds quite direct," I said "and effective if we get a direct answer, but while I have no objections walking past him naked and flashing a boner, I think I'll sit that one out. That's more your style."

"How about following him home?"

"Can your little legs keep up with his car?"

"No. I thought I'd delegate that one. We could earwig when he's talking to another member of staff."

"First of all find your two members of staff," I answered. "How about this? I'll have to try this on Wednesday and if it doesn't work, you try it with Nathan on Thursday. We talk among ourselves about going out to lunch at the Dog & Duck and watch his reaction. If that doesn't work, we'll have to talk about the service we get in there and drop the name Ben into the conversation."

"That sounds good, Nick."

" But we don't let Natt and Tony in on what we're doing because we want them to be spontaneous. Agreed?"

"Agreed." We high fived.

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