Nathan B...'s Schooldays
by N Fourbois
When Nathan and Tom returned to school in mid-September they were different; they felt different; they acknowledged they were different, but for all the intense and in-depth discussions they had held they were unable to identify the reasons. To someone objective and more impartial the reasons would have been obvious. With their sixteenth birthdays they had come through puberty relatively unscathed and were nearing the end of adolescence, mercifully early, for while the physical changes of puberty could easily be over and done with at their age the emotional turmoil of adolescence might well extend to the age of twenty-one or even later.
The boys had decided that the day before the beginning of term was to be theirs. It started at half past eight when Mrs H... would be safely tucked up at work, Angela H... would also be at work at her holiday job and when Natt turned up on the doorstep of Tom's house. Tom still wearing his overnight boxer shorts opened the door and hugged Nathan who was already dressed for the day's main activity. Tom immediately demonstrated how genuine the warmth of his welcome was as his dick fell out through the fly and slowly stood up to greet his old friend. Their plans were to make hot passionate love while they had the house to themselves, then make their way down to the harbour, catch the eleven o'clock ferry and go on a half-day cycle tour of the Island. They had chosen the right day for the sun shone warmly out of a cloudless sky.
As they lay naked in each other's arms on Tom's bed, Nathan idly asked what time it was.
"Not half past past nine yet," answered Tom. "We've still got a few minutes before we have to shower. Give me a hug." They turned and faced each other, wrapped their arms round each other's body and were about to lie cheek to cheek when Natt shouted
"Ooh! Your face is rough. You need a shave. Is there a full moon tonight or something?" Both boys had started to grow hair on their faces some months ago. While Nathan diligently shaved his for the same reason he kept his hair short, namely he could not bear the feeling of excess fuzz, Tom let his grow during the holidays, only shaving now and again, but he realised he would have to be clean shaven for his return to school. His facial hair was coarser than Nathan's and he rubbed the stubble on his chin across Nathan's cheek in reaction to his question, letting out a baleful howl. Their cocks, momentarily soft after their spent passion, ground together as their bodies met, none the less enjoyable for that, and Nathan sucked on Tom's tongue. Their feeling of bliss was only interrupted by the bleeping of Tom's alarm clock which he had set against the risk of their falling into a post-coïtal slumber. They groaned, separated and showered together, dressed in their lycra cycling shorts and tops and spent a valuable five minutes admiring each other and themselves in front of the mirror. "Lycra is a privilege, not a right," intoned Nathan, conscious that perhaps of not quite possessing the snakelike physique of a racing cyclist in order to have earnt the privilege of wearing lycra. Tom entertained no such thoughts. He was numbered among the blessed who could wear anything and still look good. He had carefully observed Nathan growing up and losing his puppy fat, and he was too much in love with his boyfriend to notice any possible defect. There was no time now, but he would indeed shave that evening before going to bed, if that's what Nathan wanted. They packed what they needed in their panniers, carrying their valuables in their bumbags, fastened their helmets on their heads and made their way to the docks. By the time they had booked the tickets they still had five minutes before they could board and spent the time watching a cormorant diving for fish. They woul d arrive on the Island at about midday which would give them six hours to explore. They consumed their packed lunches on the ferry. The ferry tied up at the end of a long pier. If they hadn't had their cycles they could have caught a train to the shore or walked. In the scrum to get off the ferry Tom felt through the sensuousness of the lycra his backside being gently squeezed.
"Not now, Natt!" he shouted with a grin, but then suddenly noticed Natt a bicycle's length in front of him and a most unpleasant looking man leering at him. The friendly grin changed to an expression of disgust and contempt.
It did not take them long to cycle out of town. The countryside was interesting, the roads uphill and down. It was said that the greatest distance from A to B on the Island was twenty-four miles, but they had no intention of testing that today. Indeed they had but a single destination in mind. Towards the south side was a secluded cove, a sun trap. Since it could only be reached from the main road by using a mile long track on cycle or foot it was not terribly popular as there were other places with a car park and a Mr Whippy ice cream van to attract the less adventurous summer visitor. Added to that it was a weekday when most of the schools had gone back. Nathan and Tom were certain they would be very much on their own. On reaching the shore they chained their cycles together, quickly unpacked their swimming togs from their panniers, laid out their towels and stripped naked. They both sported bikini lines, but today would be the last chance to do something about it for another year. As Tom shook the bottle of sun lotion he asked Nathan if he wanted a massage. Able to resist everything apart from temptation he readily agreed and lay down on his towel while Tom knelt over him and started to rub in the lotion, beginning with the shoulders and soon working his way down to Nathan's buns. While Natt was lying on an erection, Tom was unable to hide his, not that it mattered, except the tip of his cock brushed, sometimes vigourously brushed against Nathan's oily crevice. So absorbed were they with each other they didn't hear the approach of two other boys who had been swimming in the sea and who were now walking up the beach towards them.
"Hi, there," cried out one husky adolescent voice, then the other. Automatically Tom turned towards them and the 'hi!' stuck in his throat as he spotted the two newcomers equally butt naked on their return from skinny-dipping. Natt instinctively turned round and oblivious of his stiffy got up to greet this pair of incredibly good-looking strangers. Tom's gaydar started working overtime as he extended a greasy hand and told them his name. He was right and received the correct response. Carl and Felix introduced themselves and they were obviously on together from the way Carl protectively put his arm round Felix's waist.
"We didn't actually expect to find anyone else here," said Carl.
"We didn't either," answered Nathan. "But where are your things?"
"In a black plastic bag behind that rock," said Felix pointing.
"I gather the sea's quite warm," remarked Tom making no effort to disguise the fact that he was checking the two strangers out.
"That's right," replied Carl. "You'll find that out when you dip those two thermometers you're carrying in the water," he said joining in the spirit of things. "Where are you from?"
"The mainland," said Nathan. "School starts tomorrow, so we thought we'd do something special for the last day of the holidays."
"And when we'd done that, we decided to spend the rest of the day on the Island," added Tom.
"And was it special?" asked Felix.
"It's always special when us two do it," boasted Natt.
"I say, you'll probably think this is a bit of cheek, but we forgot to bring any sun barrier with us and we wondered if you'd lend us some of yours," asked Felix.
"No way," said Natt as quick as a flash. Tom looked at him aghast. "But we'll give you some on one condition."
"You let us apply it." Carl looked at his friend.
"Yeah, okay, if we can do the same to you."
"An offer we can't refuse," Tom said quickly in case Nathan did.
Felix and Carl fetched the black plastic sack out from behind the rock and took their gear out. They laid their towels on the sand and stretched themselves out on them face downwards. Nathan, who rarely missed anything, noticed straight away from the stuff the boys tipped out onto the sand that they had identical bath towels and identical patterned speedos. 'They can't be twins,' Natt thought to himself. Their ordinary clothes were in a sports bag and so that line of thought led no further. The other thing that struck Nathan was that here were two utter strangers who were prepared to place complete trust in him and Tom. The boner he was sporting was throbbing like mad. Tom controlled himself better; he was only semi-hard. Our two boys set to work with the bottle on sun lotion placed between them. Carl and Felix couldn't see what was happening to them, but equally that didn't seem to worry them either. Nathan was less of an expert in massage than Tom and he kept looking across at him to see what he was doing. Tom kept in time with Nathan's more hesitant movements. First the shoulders, particularly the shoulder muscles, then the back, the kidney area and finally the butt. The silence was broken only by little grunts and groans escaping from the two strangers, reassuring Tom and Nathan that they must be doing the right thing. During the time their buttocks were being kneaded Nathan reached across for more lotion and poured it onto Carl. He wasn't to know that it felt cool in contrast to Carl's sun-warmed skin. He'd poured out a little too much and had nothing to wipe up the surplus which inexorably spread its way like WD40 into Carl's crevice. Nathan pursued it with his finger. An intake of breath followed by
"Mmm, that's good" emanated from Carl and Nathan continued, probing first with one and then with a second finger. After that affirmation of pleasure from Carl Tom followed suit with Felix. Our two boys were continually looking at the job in hand, then at each other and back to what they were doing. Tom had capitulated to his dick's will and was now sporting straight and throbbing wood and as if to let Felix know he would gently prod his crevice with the tip. Finally Felix's patience snapped and he shouted testily
"For god's sake, if you're going to shag us, why the hell don't you get on with it?" Unperturbed Tom and Nathan looked at one another again. Nathan raised his eyebrows questioningly. Tom nodded.
"Would it make it any easier if we knelt?" piped up Carl. Our boys looked each other and tacitly acknowledged that this was consent.
"Why didn't I think of that?" said Tom. Felix and Carl changed their positions and Tom and Nathan eased their ways in. Any passer-by would have thought that they were practising for the next Olympic synchronised butt-fucking competition, the four boys appeared so accomplished in their art, even down to the split second timing of both tops and bottoms in shooting their loads. You could almost hear the strains of Ravel's Bolero reaching its climax, so reminiscent of Torville and Dean's figure skating championship. Nathan and Tom remained inside their partners acknowledging the standing ovation from the imaginary audience and as it died down, they withdrew and Carl and Felix collapsed onto their towels. The applause rang out again as the international judges raised the cards giving their verdicts. The only sound was the lapping on the shore of the receding tide and the mewing of gulls overhead.
"We'd better get ourselves cleaned up." said Carl breaking the spell. Felix got up and shouted
"Last one in the water's a faggot," and all four dashed down the beach and into the warm sea.
"Hadn't we all better be last?" cried out Tom and the other three burst out laughing.
Once all four of them were in the water they cleaned themselves up and then swam and chased one another, swimming inbetween another's legs, having jousting competitions mounted on their partners' back and finally amidst a whole lot of laughter the frolics degenerated into a game of dick-tag. Eventually when they paused Felix looked at his waterproof watch and Mickey was pointing towards eight and Donald was between four and five.
"Hey, lads, we're supposed to be home by five. They'll think we've drowned or been carried out to sea on the current." There was a sudden scramble up the beach towards the heap of clothes. The whole afternoon had passed without another single person arriving on the scene. Carl and Felix quickly dried themselves and slipped on their clothes. Nathan thought they looked sexier in tanktops and shorts than they did naked. The boys said where they lived, but without pencil and paper that would probably soon be forgotten. Not, however, the experiences of that warm and sunny September afternoon at the cove on the Island. They shook hands and hugged and when Felix and Carl were gone Tom and Nathan slowly slipped into the lycra cycling kit.
"Did you notice, Tom, they were wearing the same clothes as well?"
"Now you come to mention it, you're right. Do you think they were brothers?"
"No, they can't be. They've got different addresses, dumbo."
"Who are you calling dumbo?"
"You, of course." At that Tom jumped on Natt and pulled him down onto the towel he had spread out to dry. He'd caught Nathan by surprise and as they lay there he planted a long deep kiss on his lips. When they finally broke the kiss Nathan said with an air of reluctance in his voice "Come on, Tom. Stop trying to have your wicked way with me or we'll miss the ferry and won't be very popular when we get home." The boys packed their kit into their panniers, rode along the path towards the main road and made their way towards the ferry. They just had time for a bag of chips and a can of Pepsi before boarding. They were beginning to feel the effects of the day's efforts.
After securing their bikes Tom and Nathan made their way towards the deck at the stern. None of the other passengers were there, so Tom went up behind Natt and held him in a gentle hug, a full nelson with his hands on Natt's shoulders rather than his neck. They stood there watching the sun perceptibly sinking over the sea. It was fast growing cool and the breeze that had sprung up made them feel cold as it blew through the lycra, drying the sweat and chilling their bodies. They huddled together for warmth enjoying the sunset. In a calculated way Tom said
"Don't look now, Natt, but..." As expected Nathan whipped round and caught sight on the other side of the ferry a gorgeous creature, perhaps a tad younger than themselves dressed in jeans and tee shirt.
"Do you spell that word with one or two ts?" asked Nat (or was it Natt?).
"Two definitely looking at him."
"Hey, let's go and chat him up."
"We can't do that. He's probably not gay."
"It doesn't matter whether he is or not. We won't ever see him again and gay or str8 we won't have lost anything and we'll have enjoyed the company of a very cute piece of eye candy." The predators made their way across the deck and stood either side of their quarry.
"What's a good-looking young man like you doing travelling to the mainland by himself?" Nathan always admired the cool confidence with which Tom could approach strangers and make them feel at ease. Now he loved him for it. The good-looking young man looked at Tom, then at Nathan on his other side and back to Tom, smiled sweetly and said that he wasn't alone. His parents were having a cup of tea in the restaurant. "Are you on holiday?" asked Tom.
"Was," came the resentful reply. "I'm just off to my new boarding school on the mainland. Term begins tomorrow."
"Same for us," said Tom, "but we go to day school." There was a wistful look in the lad's dark brown, buttonlike eyes, perhaps a hint of resignation. The evening breeze tousled his brunette, almost black hair.
"So why are you going to boarding school?" asked Nathan.
"My father is starting a new job in Europe and mother's going with him. I don't mind really. Life's a bit narrow on the Island and I'll meet some different people. Plus the fact I get to go to the continent during the holidays." At that moment their conversation was interrupted by an announcement over the tannoy that drivers should rejoin their cars and cyclists their cycles.
"Good luck with the new school," said Tom, shaking his hand, holding it rather longer than necessary and drawing him into a hug. The boy made no attempt to pull his away.
"Yeah, good luck," said Nathan eventually getting to shake his hand. As they parted Tom gave him a playful, but gentle pat on the bum. He made no objection.
"You see, Natt," said Tom as they waited for the gangplank to be put in place "I've got the gift."
"The gift of gaydar. I can pick 'em out of a crowd just like that. He'll enjoy boarding school all right."
"Shame we'll never even see him again. We don't even know his name."
"It's Anthony M..., Anthony L M... to be precise."
"Crikey, Tom, you're a fast worker. How did you know that?"
"Nathan B..., for goodness sake sharpen up. You've probably got one of the most acute minds in the whole school and yet you don't apply it outside." This was like a clarion call for Nathan and he almost felt hurt.
"You know from our school that we have to have our school clothes marked with Cash's nametapes, don't you? Well, the boarders have to have all their kit named, casual clothes included. So when I hugged him I looked for the nametape on his tee shirt. And there it was, blue on white... Anthony L M...." The sun had set by the time they got onto the road for home, but the twilight persevered until they arrived there. "See ya tomorrow morning, Natt," said Tom.
"S'pose so. If I feel like it and don't you forget it. Great day, though."
"I suppose we'll have to keep rubbers and K-Y gel in our saddlebags from now on in case we do another bike tour like that."
"We'll worry about that next summer. Good night, Tom, and thanks."
"Good night, Natt, and thank you." They wanted to hug and kiss, but there was too great a risk of being spotted by Nathan's neighbours. Tom mounted his bike again and covered the half mile to his house alone. Both boys went to bed early that night feeling healthily tired and glowing from a day in the sun. Neither had lost his tanline although it was noticeably fainter.
The first day of the Autumn term dawned only too soon. It was the fifth one for Nathan and while it still held some of its excitement for what was new, after four years it no longer had that air of expectancy. To begin with he was no longer interested in the talent among the new boys. After all they were much younger than him, but probably more significantly he had Tom and ninety per cent of his sexual energy was directed towards him. Not that the other ten per cent was suppressed as the previous day's adventure on the Island and the brief encounter on the homeward bound ferry had witnessed. By the time he walked onto the platform at the railway station with Tom it felt as if he had never been away from school. He was, however, impressed with the smartness of all his school mates. He, Tom, Martin W..., Ian C... and Eric McB... had all gone into dark grey trousers as an outward sign of their seniority in Year 11, while Stuart McA..., Grahame N..., Mick L... and Roly B... were now wearing darker blazers, the uniform of a sixth former. Eric McB...! Did I say Eric Mc B...? Why was he there? As the boys got chatting, it became clear. Eric's family had moved house and now he was to be a regular trainboy.
"You know, Tom," said Nathan "those new bugs get smaller every year. By the time we get into the upper sixth they'll be the size of mice."
"Either that, or we're getting bigger." Every member of the group appeared to have grown over the summer holidays.
As soon as school assembly was over the pressure was piled on.
"Boys, this is your first year of public examinations and so you will need to work that much harder. You should be getting two hours of homework a night and if you don't there is always extra you can do. In January you will take your trial examinations. Not mocks as they are so often called. There is nothing 'mock' about them. They are to be taken seriously." So that was code from their new form master for 'Welcome back, boys. Good to see you again. Hope you all had an enjoyable holiday'.
At morning break Tom and Nathan split up. Tom wanted to find out about the arrangements for rugby and when the practices were. Nathan wanted to find Jack W... who was now starting Year 9. He spotted him walking out past the pavilion going towards the playing fields.
"Hey, Jack!" Nathan shouted.
"Hey, Natt!" Jack called back. Nathan would never have recognised the voice in a crowd. It had deepened even further into a sexy bass register and Jack had gone through his growth spurt over the summer break. Natt was impressed and he hugged him in greeting. Ever since the play two years previously it had been common knowledge that there had been something between them, and neither boy cared anyway. Jack had his thespian way of being different and Nathan was secure in his lifestyle and quite capable of giving a finger or two to anyone that made any adverse comment.
"Shall we walk round the fields, Jack?"
"Why not?" answered Jack and in a theatrical gesture he gave him his arm. Despite now being so physically mature he was still capable of batting his eyelids and acting the little boy while tarting, and Nathan enjoyed every moment of it. When they were alone farther down out on the fields and they were nearing the fives court Jack put arm round Nathan's buttocks and stuck his hand into his trouser pocket.
"Mmm, I thought so. You don't change, do you, Natt?" Natt did the same thing back.
"My, you have grown over the summer." Nathan drew him into the fives court. Fortunately there was no one else there. They unzipped each other's trousers and provided the relief they both needed. 'Three boys in twenty-four hours, could almost have been four,' thought Nathan. 'God, I'm getting to be a slut.' On the way back to lessons Jack told Nathan that he still had the same boyfriend, who was resting from the church choir while his voice settled down. They had gone on a week's church camp together where they shared a two bedded room and had done the evil deed together - several times and both ways - and now he felt he was a man. They reached the school buildings just as the first bell went.
Lunch arrangements were not totally to Nathan's liking. He and Tom had been chosen to look after a table each and so for a year they would be separated for school meals. However, out of calamity often comes good fortune and on his left sat Martin and, bucking the system because he was in a different house, sat Jack. A year of having the inside of his leg surreptitiously stroked under the table, and sometimes not just his leg. On the way to the station after school Nathan confessed his indiscretion to Tom who accepted it with equanimity.
"There but for the grace of God go I, Natt. You never know what can happen in a rugby changing room, especially when passions are running high after a match. They don't call us rugger buggers for nothing." They continued to walk along the street together at some distance from their friends. Tom leant across to Natt and whispered in his ear "If I'd been alone with Jack in the fives court, I might well have done something similar. I always thought of him as both a classy and a pretty boy. He's still classy, but he's no longer pretty. Handsome, attractive, good-looking, yes, but pretty no. He's too much of a hunk of masculinity for that now."
"Oh god, Tom, I so want to kiss you," and he gave his hand a brief squeeze.
"You'll have to wait, I'm afraid."
"I think we'd better invent some homework for tonight. After all, you heard what Snoops said. If we're not set any homework, we've got to find some."
"Your place or mine?"
"Mine," said Nathan "and then both our mothers will know where we are. And Dad's going to be late home from work tonight, so there's a bit more time before tea."
Mrs H... picked the boys up at the station and dropped them off at the B...s' house. As Mrs B... opened the front door Bruce bounded out to greet them trying the impossible of licking both boys to death at the same time. Mrs B... invited Mrs H... in and insisted that all three had a cup of tea. Finally after an agonising ten minutes of being sociable the boys were allowed to go upstairs and get on with their homework.
"I'm going to put a Bob Dylan album on," said Nathan. "I've discovered Mum can't stand him and won't come near my bedroom while he's singing."
While day one of term is always different, day two could be any day of term. And so our two boys were back into the routine of car, station, train, walk, school. Even Eric McB... had been accepted as part of the scenery. Morning break Nathan and Tom spent with their form mates, no pursuits of passion whether of rugby or Jack W.... Even a visit to the school loos was a much safer expedition since the evil J..., school perve and thoroughly bad egg, had taken a hint from the popularity ratings and decided to continue his education elsewhere instead of entering the sixth form. The stainless steel of the urinals still gave endless hours of mirth as it acted like those distorting mirrors at the fairground. Two more periods, then lunch break and the all-year-round cricketers were looking forward to their game on the fields. Tom and Nathan were jostling their way along the corridor in the throng heading for the dining hall when suddenly Tom exclaimed
"Oh my God. Don't look now, Natt, but..." By now it was a recognised Pavlovian stimulus to make Natt look.
"What? I can't see anything."
"Look. About five people ahead."
"I do not believe it."
"Well, he did say he was going to boarding school on the mainland."
"And we did say we went to day school on the mainland."
"And we were all three right, but we never realised we could be talking about the same school."
"Leave it for now and we'll do a pincer movement on him when he comes out of lunch." Nathan and Tom went to their respective tables. Lunch seemed to be taking an interminable time, but if they'd bothered to look at their watches they would have realised that it was in fact five minutes shorter than the previous day. Finally the School rose for grace, the staff filed out followed by the Sixth Form (Years 12 and 13), followed by Year 11. Tom and Nathan waited outside while the rest of the school was released.
"Oh no! It just had to be," said Nathan. "He's on clearing duty."
"That's all right. Less chance of losing him in the crowd." Finally he came out and our two sprang from behind a row of lockers, took up position either side of him and Tom said
"Anthony L M..., what's a good-looking young man like you doing attending a school like this?" The poor boy nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Oh, my God, you two. I never expected to meet you again. And how did you know my name?"
"We have ways and means of knowing everything," said Nathan in the tone of a foreign agent from a James Bond film.
"We must introduce ourselves properly," said Tom continuing with the accent. "I'm Tom H...," he announced shaking hands and naturally not omitting the little test he tried on the ferry to check whether it was true and he received the desired response.
"And I'm Nathan B...," said Natt giving and receiving the same handshake.
"I'm Tony," said Anthony L, not wishing to be saddled with his formal name whose use only indicated he was in trouble.
"My friends call me Natt."
"So most people call him Nathan," added Tom in jocular spirit. After the mock laughter had died down, Tony accepted this as an invitation to call him Natt.
"How are you settling in?"
"Great. Everyone seems pleasant and helpful."
"Have you made any particular friends?" added Tom, secretly hoping he hadn't.
"Not really. They all seems to have their own groups and friends. I'll just have to see who I end up with."
"Would you like us to show you around - the unofficial guided tour as it were?"
"Yeah, great. I haven't anything special on this lunchtime." As Natt and Tom led him off they both independently tried to steer him with their hands on his bottom. "I didn't realise it was fun time," he said with a nervous laugh and without protest. They took him off on a tour of the fields and the outer installations including the Corps hut and the fives court, the hidden wooded area beyond the CCF assault course. On the way back Tony stopped and said
"Do you mind if I ask a personal question?"
"Ask what you like, dear boy," said Nathan "as long as you don't mind if we refuse to answer." Pushing their luck even further Tom, sure he was on a winner, added
"And as long as you don't ask us out on a date because we're spoken for." Tony blushed. The red of his cheeks embellished his suntanned face.
"I er... I don't think I need ask the question now," he stuttered in confusion, "but I will. Are you two er... by any um... chance gay?"
"Is the Chief Rabbi Jewish?" retorted Nathan.
"Of course we are," Tom assured him "and we're boyfriends," he added so that there should be no misunderstanding.
"I just asked," said Tony "because I am as well."
"We know," said Nathan. "We knew that when we met you on the ferry."
"You're doing it again," Tony cried out in frustration. "How did you know?"
"It's called gaydar," explained Tom. "It's a gift and I have it. Plus the handshake and the fact you didn't protest when I touched your bum."
"I just couldn't resist two hunks in lycra cycling kit."
"You see?" In the distance they could hear the first bell for afternoon lessons.
"We'd better go," said Tom. "But before we do there's just one thing you ought to know. The gay community here wears its house badge in the right lapel."
Nathan unpinned Tony's badge and repinned it on the other lapel of his jacket. "By the way, which form are you in?"
"10a." Nathan looked at Tom and Tom looked back.
"Tom, do you honestly think we ought to be cradle-snatching?"
"Hey, guys, that's not fair. I'm fifteen next month. How old are you?"
"Sixteen, my dear chap," said Tom with an air of mock superiority.
"Just," added Nathan when he saw the disappointment in Tony's face. "And we have entertained boys younger than you."
"Well, you have," protested Tom.
"That's true, but can I help it if I'm attractive to the younger male?"
"Attracted I believe the word is. Attracted."
"You bitch! You swore you would never tell anyone." Tony laughed while Tom and Nathan were camping it up. 'I do think these are going to be my first friends here,' he thought to himself. Then they walked back to school.
"How many are there in the 'gay community here'?" asked Tony.
"Ask Natt," said Tom. "That's his department. He keeps a database on his computer."
"It's got other things on it," protested Nathan. "The answer to your question is that I don't really know. If statisticians are right..." Tom gave out a loud yawn. Nathan ignored him. "...there must be approximately seventy-five in the school, about eleven per year group, but a lot of them are not out. For instance I only know of three apart from us in Year 11 and I've only had sex with one of them." They quickly arrived back at the school buildings. Tom and Nathan said goodbye to Tony and told him that if he needed any help settling in they were there for him. As they walked along the corridor to their form room Tom looked Nathan in the eye and said
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?"
"What? That I'd like to get my hand inside his trousers?"
"That's right," said Tom. At that moment they bumped into Phil E....
"Hi there. By the look on your faces you two old queens look as if you've just been gobbling one another."
"Far better than that," said Nathan. "We have discovered a little lush in Year 10 who's not only new, but gay as well."
"And there's a story behind it. So hands off or you'll have us to deal with."
"Mmm, nothing I'd like better, but you see, my dears, I have other codpieces to fry and I wouldn't be seen dead with your cast-offs anyway." Despite the banter they knew that Phil was a pretty honourable man. They just wanted to stake their claim.
Term time could put a strain on the physical side of Nathan and Tom's relationship. They were and remained two hot-blooded and passionate sixteen year old hormone pumping machines. Of course at school and at home they did spend a lot of time together, but now the evenings really were needed for homework and Saturday afternoons meant school rugby for Tom. Sometimes they could go out on a date in the evening or just chill out at one house or the other, but it wasn't the same as sleeping together and unfortunately the 'sleepover' excuse was wearing a bit thin because they were growing older and because they lived only a half mile apart. As Autumn progressed their Sunday afternoon walks with Bruce had to remain just that - walks. It was too cold and damp for anything else. And so the two boys were looking forward to half term. Mrs H... still worked mornings and since Angela had gone off to university, during that week Nathan would regularly arrive on Tom's doorstep at 8.30 and they would do whatever two gay sixteen year olds in love with one another did until Mrs H... was due to return home. In the afternoon they would go for a cycle ride, hang out in town or go swimming. The first Saturday, though, they spent with Martin W... and Charlie who was staying over with him for half term and that could legitimately be turned into a sleepover as the film they intended to see finished rather late. It meant of course that Tom and Nathan could share that basement bedroom undisturbed while Martin and Charlie made the bedsprings bounce nextdoor. Furthermore the first Sunday of half term was always the one with the extra hour in bed for the start of wintertime.
Nathan and Tom were wide awake at seven on Sunday morning. Daylight was already peeping through the small window that ventilated the basement room. For the first time since the summer holidays they felt physically satisfied, although how long that would last was anybody's guess. Nathan was just returning from the bathroom when the light caught him just right.
"Stay just like that, Natt," said Tom. "You know I take you too much for granted. Let me just look at you." Nathan didn't move. He simply allowed Tom's gaze to pass up and down his naked body. "Your face has thinned out. It looks more manly, but your eyes have kept that same sparkle and laughter. You've grown some hair on your armpits. Some kids find that quite a turn-on, but I've never seen it." Nathan was enjoying this critique of his body, this physique critique. "I adore the way your dark nipples stand out from your body in almost permanent erection."
"Like my cock in that respect," interrupted Natt.
"No hair on your chest, smooth just as I like it, and then the hair begins with that treasure trail down to your er... er... treasure funnily enough." Tom continued to gaze. "That adorable cock and the way your foreskin peels back as soon as it threatens to stiffen. Magic. And oh... it's happening now." Nathan just interlaced his fingers, put his hands on his head and let it happen. "Now I don't want you to get upset, but if you want me to lick and suck your balls, we're going to have to shave them. I'll just gag if I get that hair in my mouth."
"We've got at least two hours before breakfast and I've got my razor here. Will you do it for me now?"
"Let me just admire your butt and your legs. Mmm, your legs are beginning to sprout hair. Do you fancy having them waxed?"
"Tom, I'll do almost anything for you, but I draw the line at waxing anything."
"Come here, you gorgeous little beauty." Tom took him in his arms and pulled him down onto the bed.
At nine o'clock Tom and Nathan appeared promptly at breakfast, both with their balls shaved and their bushes trimmed, a bit wasted on those sitting round the breakfast table. Mr and Mrs W... had gone to church and so Martin was in charge of cooking. Conversation over the breakfast table was amazingly animated. It's surprising what an extra hour and bright sunlight pouring into the kitchen can do.
"Do you know what happened to me at home over the summer?" piped up Charlie.
"No, you haven't told us yet," said Tom drily.
"Listen to this, guys. My mother found a used condom in the dustbin. Why she should go searching in the dustbin, I do not know. We have a maid to do that sort of thing. But ever since she's been on at me about the dangers of getting a girl pregnant. Me of all people. As if..." Charlie finished off in mock indignation and the assembled company rolled around with mirth. [Apologies, Chaybin, too good a story to waste.]
"And was it yours?" asked Nathan in a tone of voice that made people uncertain whether he was serious or taking the piss.
"Well, mother, father and I were the only family members at home at the time and I don't think she would have made the same fuss if had been father's. Anyway, he had the snip after the third of us kids arrived."
"How did you two sleep?" Martin asked Nathan and Tom.
"Not a lot," replied Tom. "My boyfriend here is soo demanding."
"I couldn't get to sleep because of the noise from the mattress springs coming from nextdoor," said Nathan. "You want to get some WD40 on them."
"Blame Charlie," said Martin. "I was on the bottom."
"I didn't know you had bunkbee... ds...," Nathan trailed off as he suddenly realised what he was saying and that he was making a dork of himself. 'That will mean another telling off from Tom for not using my brain,' he thought. 'Still, I'm man enough to take it and it's fun making up afterwards.'
"Morning, boys." The kitchen door had opened and Mrs W... breezed in newly returned from church. Her husband was putting the car away. "I hope you all slept well."
"Yes, thank you, Mrs W..., very well," came three replies.
About eleven o'clock Nathan and Tom were picked up and taken home. In the afternoon Bruce took his humans for walkies.
Refreshed after half term the boys returned for what can be quite a depressing time, the season when they set out for school in the dark and return home in the dark. The daylight inbetween is not all that bright even on a cloudless day as the sun hangs low near the horizon. Although little is said about it, it is the time when SAD syndrome can set in and to a certain extent may be counteracted by the excitement of the forthcoming Christmas festivities. The main extra-curricula interest was provided by Phil E..., although it might be a fair question to ask whether he was conscious of the fact that he was the centre of the chattering classes' attention.
The previous September, Mr F..., a new young history master had joined the school after qualifying. Tom and Nathan's class were fortunate enough to be taught by him, fortunate because he must have been the first of a new generation of history teachers. Prior to this the class had not been terribly inspired by the 'read the book, make notes, learn the notes, write a test essay' method of teaching history. Perhaps someone in authority had realised that here was a bright class which was rather uninterested in history with their public examinations at the end of the year, plus the choice of subjects for A-level in the sixth form. There was the imminent danger that sixth form history could collapse the following year. Mr F... brought a breath of fresh air not only to the subject he taught, but also to the way he approached the pupils. He became one of those masters who were popular for the right reasons. Before September was out it became obvious, if not to Phil, that a special relationship was growing between Mr F... and him, for there would be banter between them, exclusive banter which no other boy could join in. While staff-pupil relationships were generally good throughout the school such an individual relationship was viewed with disapproval by the pupil body. It was Nathan that picked up this liaison at an early stage. Despite a marked lack of gaydar he was otherwise gifted in judging character and human relationships simply from observation and listening. At this stage in his life he wouldn't have known the term body language, but he was a superb, if unconscious, interpreter of it. Added to that was the way his retentive memory recorded conversations to be replayed, then compared and contrasted with deeds at later date. For whatever reason Nathan and Tom were travelling home by themselves on the train one evening when the topic came up.
"Tom, I wanted to ask you. What do you think of Phil E...?"
"In what way?"
"Lots of ways."
"Well, first of all, he's like us."
"Queer you mean?" said Nathan.
"Not a word I like to use, but yes. As I said, he's like us, but I don't feel as if we have much in common. For a start there's never been any rivalry over the boys we fancy - sorry, I meant like."
"To begin with, if the three of us had been str8, would we have had anything in common with him? Just because we're gay doesn't mean we've got to be close friends."
"On the other hand there's never been any animosity between us and he saved your skin that time a couple of years ago."
"You play rugger with him. What's he like as a team mate?"
"Just like any other," replied Tom. "Does a bit of checking out in the showers, but it doesn't go any further than that and don't forget the so called str8 kids do their fair share of checking out too."
"Why? What's bugging you, Natt?"
"It's not exactly bugging me, but I would say that F... was one of Phil's 'clients' for want of a better word."
"You don't mean to say they have s..."
"No, that's a serious allegation, but a lot of tarting goes on between them. Just watch their faces. And Phil gets away with murder saying things that would land the likes of you and me in detention. Also I've seen them around together after school and the boarders say they can be seen together in the evening." The train was slowing to take the sharp curve into the junction at H....
"I'll keep my eyes open now you come to mention it," promised Tom.
"You know we're always talking about the number of gay boys in school? Statistically..." Tom produced a stage yawn when Nathan said the dreaded word statistically "...there's got to be..." He took his School List out from the inside pocket of his jacket. "...one, two, three, four..." He was counting up the members of staff. "There's got to be at least five gay masters here," pronounced Nathan.
"More, it wouldn't surprise me," countered Tom. The train drew in at the platform just at that moment and with Mrs H... waiting in the car to meet them the topic had to wait until they alone again.
In November something unexpected happened to lighten the late Autumn gloom. After lunch Nathan and Tom were walking out onto fields to join the all-the-year-round cricketers when they heard a voice hailing them from behind.
"Hey, it's Mr Don't-Look-Now-Butt," said Nathan.
"Yo, Tony," shouted Tom. "Give me skin." Now that was fine when Tom and Natt gave skin, but they had developed the routine to the extent where the last move was to give each other's balls a gentle grope - any excuse - and so it was a bit of a surprise for Tony when Tom forgot himself and finished off with the grope. Tony didn't mind in the least. He was just surprised. It was sign of his acceptance. He was just cross with himself for not having returned the compliment.
"I'm glad I found you two chaps. I hope you don't think this is a bit of a cheek..." Nathan squeezed his bum.
"Now that's what I call a bit of a cheek."
"...but you said at the beginning of term if I needed any help settling in you were there for me." Tom and Nathan's minds immediately flashed back to their cycling trip on the Island when a very enjoyable and unexpected adventure took place that was also prefaced with 'I say, you'll probably think this is a bit of cheek, but...'. Perhaps this was the magic formula for another opportunity.
"Try us," said Nathan and Tom in unison.
"Well, this is not exactly settling in, but you know that at the end of the month we have this long weekend free and the boarders get an exeat? I haven't actually got anywhere to exeat to and if I stay at school it's in the sanatorium and they say it's most excruciatingly boring and Matron doesn't like it because it means she doesn't get a free weekend. So I was wondering whether I could stop with one of you two." Nathan and Tom looked at one another with that birthday, Christmas and Easter rolled into one look, but they didn't give anything away.
"It'll cost you," said Tom.
"That doesn't matter. We get an allowance to pay for board and lodging."
"We're not talking about money," added Tom quickly.
"We're talking about your body." Tony tried to disguise any reaction, but the way his eyes automatically lit up belied any illusion of indifference.
"Hey ho, if I have to sell my body in order to avoid a long weekend with Matron, so be it," he sighed. "I'm that desperate."
"We'll talk to our parents tonight," Natt assured him.
"Thanks, chaps," and he ran off leaving Tom and Nathan staring at his butt as it disappeared into the distance.
"Have you been writing early letters to Father Christmas, Natt?"
"Two a night and they've just been answered." They laughed. "I think you'd better ask your Mum first, Tom. You know mine. She'll say yes and then think she's got to entertain him all weekend which will mean no entertainment for any of us, and he'll be queuing up at the San door next time there's an exeat. And can I come for a sleepover?"
Nathan enjoyed life; he enjoyed each day to the full as it came, but now just this once he was wishing his life away, yearning for that last Friday in November and praying that that particular weekend might last a week, a month, a year. Nathan was in love with Tom, whatever that meant. If it meant wanting to be in his company twenty-four hours a day, wanting to touch him and be touched by him, wanting the stimulation not only of physical contact, sexual contact, but intellectual contact too, intellectual sparring even, wanting to help him in every way and be helped by him, feeling incomplete without him, then he was in love with him and he was sure Tom was equally in love with him too, though such words rarely passed their lips. They would have been a superfluous reassurance and while the boys may well have been in love with each other, they were also full-blooded, sixteen year old hunks burgeoning with masculinity, with all the hormonal moods of the late adolescent. He was not one hundred per cent absorbed by Tom, nor Tom by him. There were other things in the world that would help to deepen their relationship and Tony was one such. This was not infidelity; this was the teamwork produced by their relationship, adding to it, not taking away from it; Tony would enrich their partnership and be enriched by them in the way Mike R..., Jack and Martin, Raoul and Lucien, Angela's boyfriend and Tom's erstwhile Australian acquaintance had been an enrichment, but this time Tom and Nathan could share, share in the way that lovers did.
Nathan could not concentrate on his lessons that last Friday afternoon in November. He was continually looking at his watch, eventually drawing the inevitable cutting-down-to-size remark from Sarky R..., the maths master, five foot two without his you-can-look-two-inches-higher shoes, who had forsaken a promising career with a top division north-eastern professional football club for the vocation of instilling mathematics into snotty little schoolboys like him. The bell rang at a quarter to four for the end of afternoon school. Natt's mind had beaten his body out of the classroom door by two minutes. He and Tom met Tony as pre-arranged just inside the school gates at ten to four. Fifteen minutes walk to the station and ten minutes for Tony to queue up and buy his railway ticket. Once on the platform Tom led the other two into the empty gents. Nathan silently handed over a pound coin, Tom asked Tony for one and along with his own deposited the three in the Durex machine.
"What are you getting those for?" Tony asked naïvely.
"Now we don't want to get you pregnant, do we?" replied Tom as quick as a flash and the three guffawed excessively at the joke in a way that only adolescents can, until a cubicle door was snapped open and a member of the public appeared. Our three left post-haste and in silence.
There were six of them in the train compartment. Despite a lively atmosphere at the prospect of a long weekend no one noticed that Nathan remained silent. He was preoccupied in checking Tony out for it had suddenly occurred to him that apart from that chance encounter on the ferry back from the Island the previous September, dismissed as a 'ship that passes in the night', he really had no real idea of what delights Tony's school uniform might be concealing. Since he was in a different year they didn't after all change together and for such an opportunity he would have to wait until the communal activities of the late Summer term. Mrs H... was waiting for the boys outside H... station. She drove them to Nathan's house. Mrs B... provided her and the boys with tea and biscuits while Nathan changed and fetched what he needed for the weekend. Bruce looked forlorn as he saw his young master and with him the chance of impromptu walkies disappear out of the front door. Mrs B... wished them all an enjoyable weekend. After arriving chez H... Mrs H... showed the two weekend guests to the spare room apologising for not being able to get three beds into Tom's room, although not so naïve that she didn't realise what the actual sleeping arrangements might be. She simply put those firmly out of her head.
Mrs H... gave the boys time to settle in and get their homework done before calling them down for tea. The one thing that contrasted her and Mrs B... was that she had become more laissez-faire. Perhaps it was because Nathan was an only child while Mrs H... had an older daughter and had therefore not only seen it, done it, got the ballcap, etc, but had to divide her love and attention between two children. Nathan wasn't pampered or spoilt, he was allowed to do things unsupervised - his independent nature had established that early on in his life - it was just that he felt certain invisible restraints at times and had rather more done for him than perhaps was good for him. Tony was introduced to Mr H... before they sat down for tea. He was an easy-going fellow who loved to preside as pater familias over a large and bustling household. He missed his daughter and her friends and was gifted at making any young person introduced into the house feel at ease. Tea lasted some time and Tom and Nathan thought nothing at the end of it of clearing the crockery and cutlery and putting it into the dishwasher in front of Tony. For Nathan the H...s' house had become a home from home and while Tom was always made very welcome by Nathan's parents he felt he had to be on best behaviour all the time and could never relax in the way Nathan could here. Perhaps it was because Nathan's mother had more difficulty in accepting that she had a gay son and in accepting his relationship with Tom while Tom's parents were far more laid back about it and really had come to terms with the fact.
The boys had put some considerable thought into the weekend. They disappeared upstairs to play 'their music', to play computer games and whatever. It was only later, past their normal bedtimes, that they were planning to watch a video. Tom knew his parents would be safely tucked up in bed and provided the boys didn't disturb them they wouldn't disturb the boys. Tom had set up his TV and video recorder in the spare room and with Nathan's help the previous evening taken the two armchairs out and replaced them with a sofa. He also turned up the valves on the radiators for maximum heating. The scene for potential seduction had been well and truly set twenty-four hours in advance. Although - perhaps because even - Nathan had already seen it he and Tom decided to rent Get Real. Neither Tom nor Tony had seen it - they had checked that out - so they considered it would be just the thing to set the mood for the night and the ensuing weekend. While they were having Horlicks and biscuits in the kitchen, Mrs H... had gone upstairs and tucked back the bedclothes. Not a soul had mentioned the fact that it was a double bed and not a word was spoken by anyone on the subject all weekend.
The boys said good night to Mr and Mrs H... and climbed the stairs. They heard the parents go to bed and all three settled down in front of the television, carefully placing Tony in the middle on the sofa. They were in a giggly mood before they even got as far as starting the film, but calmed down as the titles began to roll. Tom and Nathan each put their arm round Tony's shoulder and were soon holding his hands with complete absence of any resistance. Indeed he snuggled down between them making himself comfortable. As he became absorbed in the film his seducers started gently stroking him which put his whole body at ease. Did I say whole body? Not quite for it could be seen without any difficulty and without the cover up of a cushion being placed over his lap that his white sweats were reacting favourably to the several stimuli, physical and mental, that his body was subtly being exposed to. The opportunity came along with the kissing scene between Steve and John when Tony suddenly exclaimed
"Hey, boys don't do that."
"Don't do what?" asked Nathan.
"That," he repeated in that sexy, husky voice of the young teenager, pointing at the screen.
"What, this?" replied Tom and gently planted a kiss on his lips. Tony just melted, the kiss became a French kiss as Nathan's rambling hand stroked the throbbing crotch of his jogpants. The scene had been set for the night. When they came up for air, Tony confessed
"Well, I've never done that before."
"What?" said Tom pressing home the advantage.
"Kissed with tongues. I've heard people talk about it, but never realised it could feel so good." Nathan rewound the film.
"Phew! It's hot in here," said Tom and stripped off his tee shirt. Nathan removed his as well.
"Do you want a hand with yours, Tony?" said Natt.
"It's okay, thanks." As he stood up the other two ogled at the large bulge in his tracksuit bottoms which clearly stood out from his slim and wiry body. The film restarted with a replay of the kissing scene and when it ended Nathan gently kissed Tony while Tom fingered one of his nipples. Halfway through they stopped the film once more, deciding it would be more comfortable to watch it lying on the bed. Nathan and Tom stripped down to their underpants to see if Tony would do the same. He was wearing boxer shorts and his semi-hard dick had slipped out though the fly. Our boys had nearly reached their second goal.
When the film had ended, Tom switched off the video and the TV set.
"I suppose we'd better get to bed," said Tom "or there'll be some serious nagging in the morning." The next phase of the plot was coming into play.
"Yeah, I feel knackered," said Nathan as he walked across to his overnight bag. "Oh shit, I've forgotten to pack my pyjamas."
"You mean your mother's forgotten to pack them," countered Tom to give the scene some verisimilitude.
"No. I packed my bag. Let's face it. With my mother there would have been two pairs packed in case I had an accident and ended up in hospital."
"You don't mind, Tony, if I don't wear pyjamas, do you?"
"Er... um, no... of course not. I don't wear them either... except at school. It's a rule and you never know when there's going to be a fire drill." He went off to clean his teeth and when he got back he took his boxers off and got into bed.
"I say, guys," said Tom tentatively. "I was wondering if you two would mind if I slept in here with you. It can get terribly lonely in my room," he added piling on the agony, "and I'm scared of the dark."
"It's all right by me," said Nathan putting as much indifference as possible into his voice and trying not to giggle at the way they were setting Tony up.
"I don't mind either," he said nonchalantly, trying not to sound over keen, but his face betrayed his real feelings. After they'd cleaned their teeth Tom and Nathan stripped off their slips and hopped into bed, one either side of Tony. Tom switched the light out.
Tom woke about six o'clock. It was still dark. He wondered at first why some of his body hair was stuck together and then he remembered. He went off for a pee, but before returning he went into his own room and beat up his bed to give it that slept-in look. When he returned he climbed into bed on the other side so that he could spoon up to Nathan. Nathan half woke as he felt Tom's chilled body tuck into his back. At the back end of November it didn't get light until about eight o'clock. The boys woke as light was beginning to penetrate the curtains. The way they were sleeping all tucked into one another they not only looked cute, but they formed a sandwich with Tom and Tony as the bread and Natt the filling.
"Did you sleep well?" enquired Mrs H... as three dishevelled, but at least showered boys, piled into the kitchen.
"Like a log."
"Didn't wake up all night," came three distinct replies.
"I hope you didn't leave it too late before going to sleep. Otherwise you'll be all washed out and not fit to return to school on Monday."
"As if..." answered Tom in mock indignation.
"What are you going to do today?"
"We're going swimming this morning," answered Nathan, "ten pin bowling after lunch, then the cinema with Martin this evening."
"What are you going to see?"
"We don't know yet," said Tom. "We'll decide when we get to the multiplex."
"I suppose you'll be wanting lifts?"
"No, it's okay, thanks, Mum," said Tom. "We'll cycle in this morning. Tony can ride Angela's bike... if he doesn't mind riding a girlie's bike," he said with emphasis. "Then this afternoon we'll go in by bus and stay in until the film starts. Then could you pick us up after the pictures, please? We'll give you a ring from Martin's place."
"Well, not too late."
"No, it's okay. We're going to the early showing. Anyway we've got things to do back here and we don't want to be too late, otherwise we'll get black rings under our eyes, as you always say, Mum."
Once they had finished breakfast, Nathan walked back to his house to fetch his bike and the three met at the top of the road to cycle off to the swimming baths. Tony had been warned previously about the 'house rule' concerning wearing a speedo. When they got into the changing room Nathan announced that he was going to take a dump which aroused an amazing lack of interest amongst those within earshot. When he returned the other two were already changed which caused Nathan to stop in his tracks and let his jaw clunk on the stone floor for there was Tony. Yes, he had obeyed the 'house rule' and was wearing a speedo, but it was not the normal model, but the type sported by serious swimmers, a onepiece covering the body from shoulder to knee, the front of which was chiefly in golden yellow, the back mainly in royal blue with the pattern skilfully interwoven into the other colour. Not only that, but the pattern was designed in such a way that it made the waist and hips look narrower than they really were while automatically guiding the eyes to the bottom on one side and the crotch on the other, added to which the lycra made the garment absolutely form-hugging, accentuating the pecs, buttocks and package.
"Oh my god!" was all that Nathan could say. Both he and Tom had slept naked with Tony the previous night and thought that they had seen everything, but this stunning swimsuit simply enhanced that everything and Nathan was reminded that he had always found the closely fitting clothed male form far more attractive than the naked one.
"Where on earth did you get that swimsuit from, Tony?"
"It's awesome," added Nathan.
"It's the suit we have to wear for competitions at my old swimming club on the Island. We don't wear it for training, of course. You can only order it through the club because it's specially made for us with a patented design. I take it you like it?"
"Like it? I've never seen anything like it before," whispered Nathan. "I bet that was designed by a gay."
"I don't know. We told them the club colours and Speedo came up with the design."
"If only you knew. I could take you over that bench without a second thought if we weren't in public."
"I shouldn't worry about that. I think you've made it obvious to everyone here anyway," laughed Tom pointing at Nathan's sweats. Nathan looked down and said, half to himself,
"Why on earth did I have to wear the white ones? Today of all days."
"Vanity," said Tom and poked his tongue at Nathan.
"You guys had better go on and swim. I can't get changed in public in this state."
"If you three nancyboys don't stop mincing around and get out of here quick, you're going to get thumped." They looked up and saw two skinheads towering over them, a menacing look of hatred on their faces. One of them had 'love' and 'hate' tattooed across his knuckles. At first our boys thought it was bruises from where he dragged them along the ground, but no one was in the mood to say it. Fortunately they were dressed ready to go. Tom and Tony scattered without any thought for Nathan towards the pool. Natt ran back into the toilets and locked himself into a cubicle. When he thought it was safe he came out, looked around and got changed. 'I suppose that's one way of dealing with my erection problem,' he thought to himself. He went out through the foot bath and dived into the pool catching up with his friends.
"Hey, guys, thanks a bunch for staying there and looking out for me."
"Sorry, Natt," said Tom and Tony. They swam to the side.
"You know," said Tom "we'd better watch ourselves. Tony, believe it or not, we're usually very careful about how we behave in public, but I guess we forgot ourselves and nearly learnt the hard way."
"Sorry," said Nathan. "I think I started that off, but, Tony, you do look gorgeous in that kit."
"Sorright, Natt. I didn't think. Usually when I wear this there's the whole team dressed in it and so no individual stands out that way."
"You stand out that way," interjected Nathan and giggled at his own joke.
"I suppose I wanted to pose and impress you two guys."
"You impress us anyway," answered Tom. "Are you going to wear that at school in the summer?"
"Go on," said Tom. "I dare you."
"No promises," replied Tony.
At that moment three girls swam up to Nathan, Tom and Tony and started chatting them up. 'That's the last thing we needed,' thought Nathan and wanted to say so. 'Why do I always get the fat one?' He thought of his own physique and realised why. Of course they spent most of the time admiring Tony and his bathing suit. In the end when one of the girls touched him he got fed up. As usual the girls were doing all the talking and the boys were wasting valuable swimming time.
"Ladies," said Tony finally in as camp a voice as possible when one of the girls started to touch him, "can we let you into a secret?"
"Oooh," screeched the girls. He stage-whispered into the ear of one of them
"What?" she shrieked.
"We're gay," he repeated.
"Homo," said Tom and pouted.
"Queer," added Nathan and bent his wrist while placing the other hand on his hip.
"Faggots," they all said in unison.
"Just my luck," shouted the loudest girl. "I get to chat up the dishiest boy in the pool and I find he's a poof. Go suck yourselves, boys," she shouted venomously.
"We will," they called back in a friendly tone of voice as the three girls swam off back to their friends.
"Hey ho, it's going to be one of those days," said Nathan nonchalantly.
In fact it wasn't one of those days and such things don't necessarily go in threes. Tom and Nathan discovered how good a swimmer Tony really was and he ended up coaching them to do tumble turns. They cycled home in time for lunch and when they were ready caught the bus into H... and knocked on the door at Martin's house. After introducing Tony to Mr and Mrs W... and a short chat the boys set off for the bowling alley. To be on the safe side Natt teamed up with Martin and played against Tom and Tony. It was dark when they left the alley and made their way to Burger Star. After that they turned up at the multiplex and decided to watch the latest remake of Dracula. As they took their seats in the cinema Nathan and Tom carefully manœuvred to make sure Tony was sitting inbetween them and away from Martin. Although over a year ago, that half term weekend had gone deep and not been forgotten. They returned to Martin's house where Mrs W... regaled them with cocoa and home made cake until it was time for Tom to ring his parents. In the event it was Tom's father who turned up to drive them home. In their minds the night was still young and there was much to do.
"What are we going to do this evening?" asked Tony after they had said good night to Mr and Mrs H... and disappeared upstairs.
"You heard what the girls said this morning," said Nathan.
"What? 'Go suck yourselves, boys'?"
"We're going to introduce you to the joys, thrills and art of fellatio," said Tom.
"What's that?" said Tony.
"Fellatio? Oral sex, more precisely sucking a dick, 'cause if you do it to a girl it's got another name."
"What? Pussy licking? Muff diving?"
"Well, that's one way of putting it, I suppose."
"Two," said Nathan.
"I beg your pardon, Natt?"
"That's two ways of putting - pussy licking and muff diving - not one, but two ways of saying it."
"Thank you, Natt," said Tom. Tony didn't realise that this was all part of a well established and rehearsed routine. "As I was saying, there's an official name. Sounds like cunning linguist," said Tom.
"Cunnilingus," affirmed Nathan the brainbox with an air of superiority.
"If you don't like the idea you can always say so," said Tom. "No one's going to force you."
"No, it's okay, guys. I'm up for it, and more." The 'and more' was ignored, but not missed by either of our two boys.
The three boys quickly got themselves ready for bed. Nathan and Tom sat Tony on the sofa and got to worked slowly arousing him and when they judged the moment right set to work with Nathan deep-kissing him while Tom knelt between his legs and first licked his balls and then his throbbing cock. Eventually after the first wave of satisfaction they climbed into bed, put the light out and fell asleep with Tony strategically place between Tom and Nathan. It must have been around three o'clock when Tom woke. He stretched across Tony and tapped Nathan on the shoulder.
"Natt," he called in a loud whisper. "Are you awake?"
"I am now," groaned Natt in his normal voice.
"Shh, you'll wake Tony. Natt, I need you."
"What for?" said Nathan sleepily.
"No, Natt, I need you... now... in my bed." Nathan was now wide enough awake to understand. Making sure that Tony was still sleeping they quietly slipped their dressing gowns on, silently opened the bedroom door and crept along the landing to Tom's room. Once there they dived naked under the duvet, using each other's body to rid themselves of the chilled feeling gained from half a minute out of bed, and made passionate love, falling asleep afterwards until the light woke Nathan. He nudged Tom.
"What time is it?"
"Time we got back to Tony so that he doesn't think we've abandoned him. I think we'd better make him feel extra good until it's time for breakfast."
Naturally Bruce was not going to miss out on his Sunday afternoon walkies and he was particularly excited as he had three friends instead of two to take out today. When Nathan, Tom and Tony reached the woods, Natt let him off the lead and he went off to sniff the smells of the countryside.
"So, Tony, have you enjoyed the weekend so far?" asked Tom.
"Great. I didn't know what to expect, but I think I'd have been disappointed if we hadn't had fun, er... you know... in bed like we did. It was far better than anything I've had before like the quickie toss-off with someone in the boarding house showers."
"We have got our professional pride," said Nathan.
"Do you guys make a hobby of providing a service as it were to young gays like me?" Nathan and Tom thought for a moment.
"You know, Tom, I'd never thought of it in that light before."
"The answer is no," said Tom "but we might give it serious consideration in future. What do you think, Natt?" Nathan was deep in thought. "I suppose we've been developing our technique over some years," said Tom, "even before we were on together."
"So I guess you're going to bum me tonight?" enquired Tony with a tone of certainty in his voice. "Nope," retorted Nathan with his own brand of conversation-stopping certainty. Tony's face betrayed his disappointment. He was crestfallen. "First of all me and Tom don't even bum one another. We make love."
"And secondly it goes back to what we were saying about technique," added Tom.
"So you don't love me?" said Tony coquettishly, batting his eyelids. Nathan took the question seriously, though.
"Love is a word with many meanings," he replied. "There's the love we have for our families which contains nothing sexual in the least; there's the love we have for our friends which is a great fondness, but it doesn't depend on sex even though it may coincidentally include doing stuff with them, and there's the love which is the bond between two people, Tom and me say, in which sex is an expression of that love and which cannot be extended to anyone else without breaking that bond and for us making love is an important symbol of that love."
"So you've never made love to anyone else," asked Tony.
"Strictly speaking, no, though we cannot deny having had anal intercourse with some others," said Tom "like we did on the day we first met you on the Island ferry."
"Urgh, that's such an ugly expression, anal intercourse. It's enough to put you off for life," said Nathan
"Anyway, that's a story for another day," added Tom.
"Is this really the sort of things you two talk about?" said Tony.
"Sometimes," said Nathan. "After all once you've had your multiple orgasms there's got to be something else left in life and we do try to develop the intellectual side of our relationship." There were obviously things here that had previously been beyond Tony's ken and he was clearly impressed.
"What do you mean by technique?" he asked. Tom took it upon himself to reply.
"If you've never made love before, it's easy to think that you simply stick your cock up someone's arse. It's not, 'cause it can hurt, but do it properly and it gives you both a great feeling. To start with you have to train the sphincter, then there's the prostate and most important you have to lube. It's only after lots of training that Natt and I can make love so easily and give and get a lot of pleasure from it."
"Even Mike R... who taught me everything I ever wanted to know about sex refused to shag me because I wasn't experienced enough."
"So who's the top and who's the bottom?" said Tony.
"The technical term for what we are is versatile," answered Nathan. "It depends on our needs and mood at the moment of passion and the funny thing is we never have to discuss it because we're sensitive to the other's needs and it just happens."
"So what are we going to do tonight?"
"Aah, now that's going to be a surprise," said Tom. At that moment the sound of Bruce splashing about in the stream snatched our three lads out of their bout of adolescent intensity and introspection back into the real world.
They didn't just deliver Bruce back to Nathan's house, but it had been arranged that they should stay and have tea.
"At least we are seeing something of our son this weekend," Mrs B... dropped into the conversation during the meal in the tone of voice and form of moral blackmail that mothers are so good at. After they'd stopped and chatted for a respectable length of time, the boys said their thank yous and returned to Tom's house, Nathan armed with his school uniform freshly laundered and pressed and Tony carrying a large home made cake for his tuckbox, ready for the last three weeks of the Autumn term.
"Now, boys, not too late to bed tonight. I know you boys, but you've got school tomorrow and you'll be washed out," were Mrs B... parting words as the three boys said goodbye to Nathan's parents on the doorstep. As they walked the half mile or so back to Tom's house they were chatting nineteen to the dozen. When they arrived, they sat in the sitting-room with Tom's parents and talked about what they had been doing over the weekend, well some of the things anyway.
"Have you got any homework still to do?" asked Mrs H....
"Just a little bit to finish off," said Tom.
"Well, go and get it done and then then I'll make some cocoa just before you go to bed. And not too late either. Remember you've got school in the morning and I don't want any of you falling asleep in class."
"Would we?" countered Tom and all three put on an innocent expression and shook their heads. As they were finishing off their work Tony piped up and said
"Well, what's this surprise for this evening?" Tom answered
"If we told you it wouldn't be a surprise," and Nathan knowingly tapped the side of his nose with his forefinger.
After the boys had had their cocoa and biscuits, they said goodnight to Mr and Mrs H... and disappeared upstairs. Safely tucked away in the spare room Tom announced
"Tony, tonight Natt and I cordially invite you to a jockstrap party."
"Is that it?" asked Tony, giggling, which rather gave away his feigned lack of enthusiasm. "But I didn't pack my jockstrap."
"We didn't think you would," continued Tom and so we've got you one as a souvenir of your first... I mean, of your stay here with us." Tom went off to his own room and came back with a paper bag holding a small cardboard carton. As he took it out to hand to Tony he said "Now this is rather special. It's a Litesome."
"A Litesome." "Natt's the one with the jock fetish. He'll explain." Nathan was in his element.
"Litesome is, or rather used to be, to jockstraps what Hoover is to vacuum cleaners, a generic name, but the firm doesn't exist any more, so they're hard to come by."
"Would you rephrase that?" giggled Tom. Nathan ignored him and carried on.
"At the top end of the High Street in H... there's an old fashioned sports shop and the owner happened to have half a dozen hidden away in his stock room." Tom handed Tony the carton and he took the item out.
"Oh, it's a cricketer's model," he said as he put his hand in the pouch for the box. "But what's so special about them?" Nathan took the garment from Tony.
"First of all it's made of 100% knitted cotton - no artificial fibres like nylon. So it soaks up the sweat better..."
"And the cum," interrupted Tom.
"...and it's better for jock-sniffing." Tony made a face.
"Don't mock it until you've tried it," added Tom.
"But also," Nathan went on undeterred "note the elastic down the side of the pouch to keep you snug and prevent fall-out." If he'd been head of sales for Litesome they might not have had to close down. "Then look at the back straps. They're encased in a knitted cotton sheath type thingy so that they absorb sweat and prevent chafing from the elastic." Tony was visibly impressed, whether from the quality of this article of sportswear or from Natt's erudition no one really knew.
"Finally," said Tom "look. We've written our three names and the date on the inside of the belt in marking ink."
"Well, thank you, guys. I don't really know what to say. Except I can now see how superior it is to my Umbro."
As the album finished playing they could hear Mr and Mrs H... going to bed.
"Don't forget, boys. School tomorrow," Mrs H... called out from the landing. "Sleep tight."
"Let the party commence," announced Tom when he heard their bedroom door close. "But quietly, okay?" The boys quickly stripped off their clothes, leaving them in an untidy heap on the floor so they wouldn't fall any farther and donned their jocks. Nathan was having his customary difficulty of fitting his instant stiffy into his Mike R... antique model while Tom was also breaking in a brand new Litesome. There was much posturing and mutual admiration in front of the large mirrors which formed the sliding doors of the built-in wardrobe. After the initial excitement, punctuated with shouts of 'Shh, not so much noise' followed by mass giggling Nathan went up behind Tony, kissed his neck and gently slipped his hand inside the pouch of his new gift feeling the instant but restricted expansion of Tony's cock, then pressed his own hard package against his butt, partially parting his crevice. Tony moulded his body into Natt's, overpowered by the advance. Meanwhile Tom produced the purchases made on the station from the previous Friday afternoon.
"Now, Natt likes lime," said Tom holding up the green condom. "Which do you like, Tony? Strawberry or blackcurrant?"
"Strawberry." They laid Tony out on the couch, slipped down his jockstrap and as his dick sprang to attention Tom peeled back his foreskin and deftly rolled the green rubber over it. Lacking any will to resist Tony lay there while Nathan knelt beside him and started to taste lime.
Finally all three flavours had been thoroughly licked and sucked out to exhaustion on the condoms, the boys put their jockstraps back on and decided to go to bed. Again Tony was placed in the middle and the two hosts addressed his needs making him come off, christening his brand new jockstrap. Once they were sure he was asleep Tom and Nathan crept off to Tom's room and made passionate love to each other in turn, with the bottom on both occasions wearing his jockstrap in the hope that it would save him for later. They returned to bed with Tony and caressed him in his sleep before they fell asleep themselves.
Mrs H... had to call the boys to prevent them from being late for school. When they appeared for breakfast neatly dressed in their school uniforms, she looked at them, shook her head and gave them a knowing smile.
"What's up, Mum?"
"Oh, nothing," said Mrs H... "nothing." 'Now, Jenny, don't give the game away,' she said silently to herself. The weather had taken a turn for the wintry and a cold wind was blowing from the east. Tony wrapped his scarf round his neck even more snugly as he put his overnight bag and school bag into the boot of Mrs H...'s car. When they reached the station, he thanked Tom's mother for a thoroughly enjoyable weekend and she said she hoped he might like to come again. The boys disappeared onto the platform.
At morning break Nathan and Tom met Tony and they walked out onto the school fields. The frost was barely thawing.
"Didn't they make you take that scarf off?" enquired Tom.
"I got away with it until assembly and the prefects made me take it off then."
"Let's see,' said Tom. "You're among friends."
"I've never been friends with any cannibals before." He unwound the scarf to reveal two love bites. Just then a couple of his form mates ran past waving their arms as if about to take off in flight and made Dracula noises.
"Piss off," shouted the master of wit and repartee and flipped the finger. Nathan and Tom collapsed in laughter.
The term drew to its inevitable close with the usual Christmas celebrations and jollifications, but overshadowed by the threat of trial examinations on the second day of the new term. After Christmas the rest of the holidays, New Year apart, were spent by our two boys in revision punctuated by some sexual activity, or was it sexual activity punctuated by some revision? That was probably an unfair remark concerning our conscientious pair. They were invited to celebrate New Year with Martin and Charlie at the W...s' and were allowed to stop over and come home the next day. Ironically the B... and H... parents spent New Year's eve together at the B...s' as Angela H... had gone off to be with her own friends. In a sensible way and together they were coming to terms with the fact that their children were growing up, becoming independent and starting to plough their own furrow. One pleasant surprise happened on the first day back to work after Christmas. Nathan and Tom were revising together at Tom's house when they heard the postman push some letters through the door. Tom went to pick up the post and saw a jiffy bag addressed oddly to both him and Nathan. He left the letters in the kitchen and took the packet up to his room where he and Nathan were working.
"You open it, Tom."
"No, you open it, Natt."
"No, go on, you do it." Bruce who had been asleep at Nathan's feet looked up at them as if to say 'Tut, children' and went back to sleep. In the end Nathan opened it because he was the sort who would do it carefully so that the jiffy bag could be used again while Tom would have just ripped it open. He took out the contents and handed Tom the Christmas card that was inside.
"«Hey, guys, I still can't get over that great weekend I spent with you towards the end of last term. I know how much you admired my swimming costume (and the contents!!!). You're just a pair of old speedophiles (lol). I broke all the club rules and ordered a couple of spares. A way of saying thank you. Just don't wear them on the Island or at any swimming competitions. Sorry they're a bit late, but I had to have them sent to me here abroad at my parents' house. Enjoy...» I'm sure we will," said Tom. "Feel like going swimming this afternoon, Natt?"
"Just what I was thinking." Bruce looked up again at the two boys as if to say 'Bang goes my afternoon walkies'. "Let's try them on here first." Owing to the way that lycra feels, especially against lycra, that was the end of revision for the morning.
Tom hadn't noticed another letter with a foreign stamp on it, that one addressed to his parents. Over tea he heard about it as his father read parts out.
"«This letter is to thank you rather belatedly for providing hospitality and looking after Tony during his exeat weekend. As you have probably already found out for yourselves, it can take children rather a long time to inform their parents of anything important. However, once he was back with us from school he couldn't stop talking about the way he felt so at home with you all and Tom's friend Natt.» You've gathered it's from Tony's father? «Amanda and I have a request and we do not want you to feel obliged in any way to say yes. While we are working abroad the school requires us to have a guardian for Tony in the UK and this has proved too great a burden for Amanda's parents through age and because they live so far away from the school. We therefore wondered if you might be willing to fulfil that rôle against the necessary remuneration, naturally...»"
"Wicked," said Tony " so can we? Say yes."
"Well, your mother and I have got to discuss it yet and find out a bit more about the responsibilities it entails, but I think you'll find we'll view it positively."
"Can I tell Natt?"
"You can tell him as long as you say it's by no means certain yet."
"I gather Tony's like you and Nathan," said Mrs H....
"What do you mean, Mum? Gay?"
"You know very well what I mean, Tom."
"Then say it. We don't mind."
"Okay, Tom," interrupted his father in order to divert him from an argument with his mother. "It would mean he'd have to come here for half terms and exeat weekends. I take it you are broadly in favour."
"Oh yes, sure."
"And what about Nathan?"
"I would think so, but I'd have to ask."
"Fine," said Mr H... "we'll telephone the M...s and say we like the idea, then in the new year I'll get in touch with the school and find out about the responsibilities."
"Can I ring Natt now?"
"Finish your tea first, dear," said his mother "and then you can."
The beginning of the Spring term is the dreariest time in the school calendar anyway, this time compounded by the start of trial examinations on the second day. Two things, however, enlivened the first one. The first was seeing Tony, giving him a hug and being able to tell him that Tom's parents were giving serious consideration to saying yes to his parents' request. The second might have been described as a homophobic incident, had it not been rebuffed in the boys' customary robust and humorous manner. Nathan and Tom were walking along the corridor towards the dining hall when a raucous voice piped up and from a Year 9 boy of all people.
"Hey, lads, backs to the wall. Here come Everard and his bum chum." Our boys stopped, looked down at the perpetrator and Nathan replied
"Mmm, suits us, dear. We can give you a grope and you've nowhere to retreat to." His friends scattered with mock screams of panic, leaving their bold mate the only one with his back to the wall. Nathan had a quick look around, saw no one in authority nearby, put his hand between the unfortunate's legs and gave a gentle rub. "Call me when your balls have dropped." Only Nathan and his tormentor knew that his balls had already dropped and that his dick was beginning to stiffen.
"Cheeky little brat," said Tom as they walked off.
"Not so little, Tom, but cheeky and a brat, sure," Nathan retorted. They couldn't see the smile on the young boy's face as they were walking away. "I guess it's me who's supposed to be Everard. Quite clever really, particularly from a Year 9 boy; and it shows he's interested and been looking." He could feel the familiar throb in his slip.
Exams came and went. They showed the gaps in the boys' knowledge and spurred them on to further efforts for the summer's real thing. Mr and Mrs H... accepted the invitation to become Tony's guardian and the papers were duly signed. That Nathan and Tom had a reputation in school didn't come as surprise to the boys; it did sometimes surprise them, however, when they discovered what that reputation was. With their increasing seniority they were becoming known as the 'godfathers' of the school gay community and their association with Tony even helped to bridge the chasm between the day and the boarding communities on that subject to the extent that they were occasionally sought out for advice. However, there was one problem which was exercising them, largely a social one. It was their classmate and travelling companion Eric McB.... He had reached the age of sixteen and his voice still had not broken. Not only that. He just had to have a high pitched voice that would have stood out among a crowd of eleven year olds. In class the poor boy could hardly speak without a lot of falsetto catcalls from other members of the class and it took the strongest members of staff to suppress it. However, suppressing something and alleviating it are two different things. As if that were not enough, his problems were compounded by extreme halitosis. That apart he was quite a companionable young man and would otherwise have been quite popular. All this came spilling out in a bout of exasperation and depression when it was just the three of them on the train journey home after a particularly trying day of teasing.
The three boys were enjoying the privacy of a horse box for their journey home. So they moved across and sat by Eric (which was fine all the time he was facing the front) and put their arms round him. He seemed to mould himself into them and appeared to enjoy the close contact. He began to cheer up.
"What can I do about it" asked Eric.
"Be patient. It'll happen," Tom said trying to encourage him.
"Yes, but I am sixteen. I can't even get into the cinema sometimes. Can you two help at all?"
"Why are you asking us?" said Nathan.
"Well, you've got a certain reputation..."
"We know that," said Tom with an ironic laugh.
"No, that's not what I mean. A reputation for helping people."
"We've always tried to help the gay community at school," said Nathan, "but you're not gay are you?"
"No, not at all," said Eric rather brusquely. "Sorry, guys, I didn't mean to make it sound like that. Some of my best friends are gay."
"That's what they all say, and I expect some of them are black and Jewish too."
"I know it sounded awful, but I really didn't want it to sound like that." Eric was blushing. Nathan hadn't really been listening to that part of the conversation. His mind had been racing ahead to see if there was any way they might be able to help.
"Eric," he said "if there were any way we could help you, and until I've done a bit of reading I'm not sure, it might involve being rather personal... er... intimate even."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, we might have to ask what you do in er... private."
"How often you have a wank," added Tom bluntly, but helpfully. Eric's face which had just returned to its natural white went an even deeper crimson, not because he did, but because he didn't.
"I don't," confessed Eric. "I never have and despite what the other boys say I don't really know how to do it."
"Have you got any brothers?" asked Nathan?
"Two, Stephen whose older than me and has left home. So he's not there, and Paul who's only ten."
"That doesn't help."
"But talking about being personal," said Tom "there's one thing we must talk about before we can do anything for you."
"How often do you clean your teeth?"
"When I go to bed. Sometimes I forget, I must admit. Why?"
"Don't get upset, but you've got awful bad breath." Our boys thought it wiser not to mention he was referred to as 'Pissbreath' by some of his classmates. Eric immediately started huffing into his cupped hand to see if he could smell it.
"How much do you drink a day?" asked Nathan. "That might have something to do with it. My mother always says you have to keep the body flushed through and statistically..." Tom yawned at the word 'statistically'. It was a Pavlovian response whenever Nathan said it. Natt ignored him. "...you need four and a half pints a day, more in hot weather, otherwise you get dehydrated and the body's organs don't work properly... including..." It had just dawned on Nathan. "...including the one's that make the hormones that start puberty and make your voice break." [Caveat this is not a medical opinion, but the musings of two sixteen year old boys based on what they'd read and heard their parents saying.] The train slowed down to take the curve into H... station. The boys got out and said cheerio until the next day.
It wasn't until they'd finished their homework that Nathan and Tom spoke about Eric again.
"Do you think we ought to help him?"
"Who?" said Tom.
"What do you mean, help him? Buy him a bottle of Listerine?"
"No, teach him how to jerk off. Show him. Do it for him if necessary."
"Might be difficult."
"What makes you say that?"
"Don't you remember? He said he's str8 and according to my gaydar he is. Not even a twitch."
"How big's his dick, Natt?"
"Don't know. Haven't checked him out for a couple of years or so. There wasn't much there then, I must admit, and since then I've not really been interested."
"I've got some pride and anyway since that time I've had you," and Nathan snuggled up to him.
"I'll think about it."
Next PE lesson our boys decided they would change next to Eric, one either side of him.
"Watch your arse, McB...," shouted Sid D.... "They're after it."
"We'll come after yours if you don't watch it, Sid," said Nathan. "At least that'll stop you talking for a few minutes." After the lesson in the showers Tom and Nathan confirmed what they feared. Not a lot to work with. When they had finished changing back into their school uniforms, Tom said
"See you after lunch, Eric." During afternoon break they took him away from the all-the-year-round cricketers for a walk round the school fields. At least the breath problem had gone away.
"I drank six glasses of water at lunch," boasted Eric with pride.
"You'll be peeing all afternoon," said Tom, "but it's the right thing to do."
"Were you serious when you said you didn't know how to jerk off?" asked Nathan. Eric nodded his head and demonstrated what he had been told with a clenched right fist.
"My hand is simply too big to do anything."
"Do want us to show you how?" asked Tom.
"Will you?" Eric asked.
"If you're sure you want us too," replied Nathan. Eric nodded again.
"Well," said Nathan "the next time we get a horsebox to ourselves on the way home we'll do it, but you know you can change your mind if you want."
As if by royal command the train home that evening had horseboxes. Eric, Nathan and Tom separated themselves from their usual crowd and found an empty compartment.
"Are you still up for it?" asked Tom, not wanting to force anything onto an unwilling victim. After all this was business, not pleasure. The train pulled away from the station. Tom and Nathan dropped their trousers and pants and were soon sporting wood. They got Eric to do the same, but it took Nathan's magic touch to get Eric a stiffy. Then our two boys started stroking their cocks slowly to show Eric. However, Nathan found he had to help him. His foreskin was tight, but with the help of a little spit he got it to move back and forwards over the glans. They took out their handkerchiefs and said
"Just do what we're doing." Because they were concentrating on Eric, they could make it last and after a couple of minutes they were clasping their wankerchiefs over the end of their dicks as their bodies writhed and their breathing became heavier and sped up. Now they could supervise Eric properly.
"What does it it feel like?" asked Tom.
"Nice," replied Eric. At that moment the train slowed for the bend before the junction. The boys hurriedly tidied themselves up before the train drew into the station.
"That's what you've got to do tonight in bed, Eric," said Nathan.
"...and keep on doing it until you can't do it any more or you fall asleep, then report back in the morning," added Tom.
Eric duly reported back each morning as they trudged their way from the station to school. Some days later he could finally report a result. During the last week of term his voice started to break.
The proverb which covered the Easter holidays was 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder'. For all Year 11 it was a time of intense revision and so the school trip to Germany did not attract many participants from that year group. However, Nathan was keen to go as he was expecting to continue with German in the sixth form and that meant leaving Tom behind in England. Tony had flown off to join his parents on the continent and so the only distraction for Tom was on the afternoons when he went down to the B...s' house and took Bruce walkies. The only companion Nathan had from his own year was David C..., but more of him later. The plan was to travel by coach, spend the first night in Brussels and after a city tour cut the corner through Holland to arrive late afternoon in Königswinter on the Rhine. Nathan did not enjoy the Brussels experience despite or maybe because of one particular distraction. At about five o'clock the party arrived at the Hôtel du Midi right in the centre of the city and situated across the road from Bruxelles-Midi station. The boys were allocated rooms, assured that this was only temporary and asked to accept it for one night. He found that he was billeted in a room with David C..., Dave O... and John S..., two, what shall I say, mature and lusty Year 9 boarders who had by no means escaped Natt's and Tom's notice at school. In fact Year 9 had more than its fair share of beauties of which Jack W... was only one. Furthermore the room was furnished with an extra large double bed and one single. Being aware of David C...'s 'little problem' Nathan made no claim to the single bed and insisted that because of their seniority David should have it, which left the other two a little apprehensive about sleeping with one of the 'godfathers'. By the time the party had settled in and had supper it was time for an early night after so many hours of travelling.
That night Nathan couldn't sleep. He could easily have blamed the noise of the trains which ran throughout the night, but that wasn't the real reason. Here he was, sleeping on the left hand side of a bed with two of the horniest Year 9 boys on his right. He was afraid of losing control and committing an indiscretion. He was dressed in shorts and tee shirt which gave him a certain amount of protection; his bedfellows, however, were attired in regulation school pyjamas complete with pyjama cord and completely open fly. He dozed and woke up for the umpteenth time, looked at his watch - ten past two - and rubbed himself through his shorts, daring to do no more than that. But it only made him feel hornier and he could not get out of his head the persistent vision of the athletic, hunky, sandy blond John S..., obviously so fast asleep next to him. Finally it was all too much as he slowly turned onto his right side and gently under the cover of the duvet reached across and immediately felt the end of John's pyjama cord. Trying his luck he tugged it slowly and to his good fortune it came undone without knotting itself. Not that it would have mattered if it had for there was plenty of room to slide his hand inside the pyjama bottoms, but if John had woken Nathan could pretend to be asleep and little damage would have been done. Now he had full access. He checked. John was still asleep. He put his warm hand between John's legs. His dick was bloated, but not yet stiff, his sac loose, his balls large and floppy. On fondling his balls Natt felt John's dick stiffen almost instantly. His own was trying to burst the constraints of his shorts. He checked again that John was still asleep. He ran his hand up the hot shaft pushing the foreskin over the glans, then broke into a rhythm, making sure every few seconds that John was still sleeping. His breathing got heavier until he shot his load. Even then he was still asleep. Nathan turned over with his back towards John and licked his han d clean before drying it on his tee shirt. He was just dozing off when he felt his butt being stroked.
Natt's slept fitfully for the rest of the night until light started to penetrate the curtains. A quarter past six. He decided to get up. He could get to the bathroom along the corridor before there was a rush. Once dressed he decided to venture out onto the streets of Brussels. No one had actually said they weren't allowed to. He was surprised to find the streets bustling at this ungodly hour, being swept and washed down with running water. It was neither warm nor cold out, just grey. He found a café-bar open nearby and went in and ordered himself a coffee. At seven he made his way back to the hotel, half expecting to find himself locked out, but the front door was open. He sat in the lounge looking at the newspapers. Breakfast was at eight. Before then he would go back to his room, pack his overnight bag and if need be face John S.... When he went upstairs the other three were fighting over space to get themselves ready.
"How did you sleep?" asked David C....
"Terrible," was Nathan's reply. "How about you lot?"
"Like a log, but I had a wonderful dream," said John. That was all he was going to say about the night... for the time being at least.
After breakfast the boys clambered back onto the bus, clutching their 'lunch packets', things which only ever seem the exist beyond the shores of England, for a sightseeing tour of Brussels, the highlight of which was naturally the statue of the Mannekin-Pis. By six they had reached their hotel in Königswinter and Nathan found himself sharing a twin bedded room with all facilities with David C....
"You're quiet tonight, Nathan," said Mr S..., the party leader, over dinner.
"I didn't get much sleep last night, sir." This was partially true, but he couldn't very well come out with 'Actually, sir, I was unfaithful to my boyfriend last night and now I've got a conscience about it'. In the end Nathan thought he would deal with that problem when he got home. There was another one looming. The party was advised to go to bed early and the boys took that advice. The next morning the sun was shining and the weather warm. The holiday could begin. I suppose it can be difficult to keep a group of adolescents happy for seven to ten days, but Mr S... and his colleagues succeeded, really through occupying them eighty percent of the time and trusting them to do their own thing for the other twenty percent. It certainly worked with this group, especially as there was a party from a girls' school in Barnsley staying in a neighbouring hotel. The girls didn't really fit in with Nathan's and David C...'s holiday plans. They had other fish to fry.
David's problem was that he could not, or would not, face up to anything that had to do with sex. Heaven only knows how he had survived adolescence, let alone nearly five years of grammar school. In the early days he had simply covered up his ears and run off if a dirty joke was being told or sex was being discussed. At first, of course, he had the piss taken out of him, but schoolboys soon get bored and he was left alone to exist as he was. Puberty had not created any interest in the opposite sex, the same sex even, or himself. The first night in Königswinter Nathan simply crashed out, but the second night he felt that he really must do something about the nob throb he'd been experiencing all day. So under the cover of dark and his duvet he started to address the matter in the firm belief that David had already fallen asleep. However, he was mistaken. When you jerk off you pass a certain point where you're 'hooked on' and don't want to stop until you've climaxed. Nathan had just passed that point and was oblivious to the noise his bouncing bed and bedsprings were making, when suddenly David called out
"Hey, Nathan, what are you doing?" Natt had never known an erection to collapse so quickly, but it didn't stop him from replying as quick as a flash
"Having a wank. What do you think?" and then he remembered David's little problem.
"Ugh!... eeerr!" exclaimed David, putting his hands over his ears and rolling up into the foetal position while trying to bury himself in his continental quilt.
"Don't mock it until you've tried it," replied Nathan defiantly and had to wait until his morning shower before gaining some handy relief.
In the morning nothing was spoken on the matter between the two, David having a conscience for acting like such a baby and Nathan having one for his lack of consideration towards his roommate. It was later in the week after a day's excursion that things took an unexpected turn. The trip had included visiting a vineyard on the River Ahr where the boys were allowed a small sample of the wine produced there. They had crossed the Rhine on a ferry and seen the castles that guard the river gorge between Bonn and Bingen. It had been a warm, cloudless day and as can so often happen in early Spring there was a temperature inversion in the evening and the night grew cold. Nathan and David settled down for bed about eleven. There had been a disco with the girls from Barnsley, but neither had been interested and had played table tennis and pool together in the hotel games room. Nathan was just dozing off when he was jolted awake by David saying
"Natt, I feel cold." They say that a standing dick has no conscience. No thought went into it at all on Nathan's part. He immediately got out of his own bed and snuggled under the duvet without the slightest protest from David, where they were still to be found in the morning. Nathan had taken his second scalp of the holiday. The successful trip continued with visits to Cologne cathedral, Beethoven's birthplace in Bonn, then still the temporary capital of Germany, a sighting of the confluence of the Mosel(le) and Rhine rivers at Koblenz, the Nürburgring motor-racing circuit and a ride on a chair lift up to the Niederwalddenkmal overlooking Rüdesheim. The return journey this time had the overnight stop in Bruges and then the journey home.
Nathan couldn't wait to see Tom. While he had missed him sorely, he had suppressed his emotions as far as possible while he was away. However, he had to wait until the next morning. It was too late to phone when Nathan finally reached home and perhaps a shower was of greater priority after so many sweaty hours' travelling in a confined space with thirty odd other bodies. Promptly at half past eight he was on Tom's doorstep. Mrs H... had not even gone to work yet. Nathan was full of what had happened and in the privacy of Tom's room even included his two sexual exploits related in a most factual way. Tom seemed to accept them without comment except to say that what had happened between Nathan and David C... could be considered social work on a par with the help they were giving Eric McB....
"As far as S... goes I don't think I could have acted any differently in the position you were forced into." Nathan assumed that either he was forgiven or that what had happened was of little import to Tom. Least said now soonest mended. Honesty had certainly proved the best policy. Tom was pleased with the leather wallet with Cologne Cathedral engraved on it that Nathan had brought back as a souvenir for him. The remaining part of the Easter holidays fell neatly into morning revision interspersed with some carnal recreation, going out in the afternoon and back to revision in the evening.
The Easter holidays came to their inevitable end and Tom and Nathan returned to school promising themselves an excruciatingly dull time until their exams were over in July; and by and large they were not disappointed. Tony had returned straight to school from his parents' home, but on the first day Mrs H... had armed Tom with a huge goodie-bag for Tony's tuckbox. At morning break Nathan, Tom and Tony came face to face with O... and S... and as he had nothing to hide Nathan engaged them in conversation, friendly enough, but it was obviously going to lead to a stir when S... said
"Hey, H..., do you know your boyfriend tossed me off in Belgium?" Tom coolly smiled and answered as quick as a flash
"You whistle it and I'll try to sing the words." Nathan and Tony burst out laughing and after what S... had said dawned on him he and O... eventually saw the joke and managed a grin. Finally S... conceded his position by saying
"I must admit you did a very good job, B...."
"Well, if you ever want any advice or help, don't be afraid to ask," offered Nathan. "You know the quality of my work now," and he gave them a knowing look as they turned and went their separate ways.
"They're all right," said Tony. "They've got a reputation as bumchums in the boarding house, but they keep themselves to themselves."
"Thought so," said Tom as he poked his forefingers out from his temples as antennae and went "Zzz, zzz" like an electric current. "The gaydar doesn't let me down." In fact over the term Tom and Nathan became quite friendly towards S... and O..., insofar as schoolboy society permitted boys two years apart to be friendly.
Half term break was a bit of fun for our two boys with Tony spending it at the H...s'. Of course he had to realise that they had revision to do, but they tried to work hard and play hard and it seemed to succeed. Tony was slowly learning to become one of the family and they welcomed him as a new brother. It was on the afternoon of the second Sunday, the day before the return to school, that during Bruce's walkies Tony opened up. In the Spring a young man's fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love... as we saw earlier in this saga. The boys had reached the clearing in the wood which marked the halfway spot on their route. They were chattering away in their normal animated manner when Tony suddenly began to speak quietly, in a conspiratorial manner.
"Can you guys keep a secret?"
"With the ones we've had to keep over the years?" answered Nathan.
"Like the combination to the lock on Natt's leather chastity jockstrap?" joked Tom.
"Are you going to tell us, Tony, or are we going to have to tie you to a tree and smear your dick with honey until the ants eat it away?" said Nathan.
"You'd lick it off, Natt, before the ants had a chance, if I know you." Tony's voice had descended into a whisper even though there was nobody nearby. "I think I'm going to have a boyfriend. First date next Saturday after the cricket finishes."
"Anyone we know?"
"Yes," said Tony.
"Obviously a cricketer," said Tom.
"Are you going to tell us?" repeated Natt impatiently.
"It's Eddie F...," said Tony.
"Ohhh, him. How incredibly interesting," cooed Nathan in that Miss Marple tone of voice.
"Ah, yes, I remember," said Tom.
"He was that cheeky little tick that first called me Everard," said Nathan. Tony just fell about. He had never heard Nathan referred to a Everard before, but he immediately understood why.
"Watch it, Tony, or I'll give you the same treatment."
"No, don't, Natt," said Tom. "He'll just enjoy it like F... did."
"But why's it interesting?" enquired Tony.
"Well, at the time of this homophobic outburst from your intended, my gaydar immediately indicated to me he was gay..."
"...and when I groped him he straightaway grew hard, pointing out that he was one of those psychological cases who act antigay as their way of denying what they know to be perfectly true about themselves." Tony was amazed at what he was being told. Their reputation as the school gurus on matters gay appeared to be true. At that moment Bruce came up to Nathan, nudged him in the crotch with his cold nose to remind the boys that this was his walkies and it was about time they continued so that he could dive into the stream.
Despite exams our pair found time on Monday week to search out Tony and find out how he got on with his date.
"Great," said Tony "we're going to go out for a walk next Saturday. We've both got home matches and now the evenings are so light we're allowed to stay out until nine and he lives quite near the school anyway."
"How far did you go?" asked Tom.
"Only down to the cinema and back," answered Tony frustratingly.
"Prat. I meant..."
"I know what you meant," giggled Tony.
"We only held hands during the film. That's really what I wanted to talk to you about... about when you can go further and how far you can go, you know, like we did when I came to stay with you that first time."
"We're going to have to give you a fatherly talk in the near future, but we've got to go and get some last minute revision in," said Tom.
"Don't forget you're not real boyfriends until you've had a French kiss," added Nathan "and it's bad courting manners as well to grope until you've kissed."
"But we'll tell more before the end of the week," said Tom.
Despite the three week spread the exams passed quickly. The boys just had to wait until the last Thursday in August to get the results. They were given the Saturday off and expected to regroup on the Monday. Of course there were no formal lessons apart from a few tasters in the A-level subjects to help them make decisions, but there was little time for idleness at school either and three of the afternoons were set aside for athletics and swimming training, three of Nathan's favourite afternoons in the whole school sporting calendar. The following Saturday was boarders' exeat weekend and a long weekend for the whole school. Tony had telephoned Mrs H... to ask if he could bring Eddie home with him and she had naturally said yes. After all it was now his home from home. However, there was to be one more incident of interest before then.
Tom and Nathan were going out onto the school fields after lunch when they came face to face with O... and S.... The usual banter took place about their sexual antics until Dave O... said
"Put your money where your mouth is." Nathan had been left a little behind in this conversation, but with hindsight realised that Tom had been deliberately painting the younger pair into a corner.
"Okay," said Tom. "Tomorrow the whole school's got athletics practice. Wait until the first changeover, make your way as if you're going to the high jump pit, then slip into the fives court. We'll see you there."
"Done," and the boys thumped each other's fist in agreement.
"Tom, I don't see how you get away with it," said Nathan.
"Know your enemy," came the reply accompanied by a grin.
The following morning Nathan and Tom came to school armed with their athletics and swimming kit. As they got off the train at P..., Tom said
"Hold my kit a minute," and dived off into the gents. Nathan wandered on slowly down the subway and up onto the opposite platform and waited in the booking hall for Tom to catch up.
"Feel better now?"
"Much better thanks." They were now a couple of minutes behind the main contingent walking up to school. "Now, this afternoon," said Tom "let me do the talking."
"If they show up."
"They'll show up all right. Know your enemy."
"You said that before."
"Trust me and by the way you owe me two quid."
"You'll have to wait until tomorrow and you haven't shaved this morning."
"You know you love the feel of my rough chin across your butt."
"Chance would be a fine thing."
The School streamed out of an early lunch and went to get changed. These training afternoons required masterly planning for all seven years of the school population and demanded everybody's co-operation, but they worked because basically the boys enjoyed them. There were four rotating sessions of about half an hour each. The weather was warm and to Nathan's and Tom's delight everyone was wearing the minimum of clothing. They spent much of the first session boyspotting and were delighted to see Tony and his new boyfriend Eddie in the adjacent group. They waved.
"I'll give Tony his due," said Tom. "He's got taste."
"I'll say so," said Nathan "and, unless I'm very much mistaken, his Eddie is freeballing. Could make for a very interesting afternoon." In his mind Nathan divided boys into groups or types and F... conformed to one of his favourite types. He had straight, jet black hair and bright blue eyes without an ounce of body fat, all sinew and muscle, in fact quite the opposite of Nathan's own body. For years he had always had to fight the flab and though adolescence had caused him to lose his puppy fat he could never be complacent about eating and taking exercise.
The hand bell was rung, resounding across the school fields. The School was on the move.
"Slow down, Natt," said Tom. "Let them get there first." Our two wandered down towards the fives court. It was unlikely they would be missed providing they checked in at the end of school roll call. As they walked through the narrow entrance to the fives court they found O... and S... already there chasing each other playing dick-tag.
"I see you're in the right mood," said Tom with a grin. On seeing them Nathan popped an instant boner. With them in the midst of their growth spurt their tight white PE shorts left little to the imagination, just as he liked it. He could clearly see the outline of S...'s black speedo and O...'s jockstrap stretched across his buttocks.
"So what are you going to do?" asked S... "jerk us off?" His tone of voice was provocative, but his body language was submissive and his face with its batting eyelids showed he was really playing the tart. Nathan was an expert at reading such signs.
"What's the date, Natt?" asked Tom.
"The 8th," answered Nathan innocently.
"Sorry, guys, but it's one of our basic principles that we only jerk off on odd dates and I'm afraid today's an even date. Their faces fell instantly. Tom manœuvred S... against the wall at the far end and according to plan Nathan did the same with O....
"You are sure you're both man enough for this?" said Tom. The exit's over there and you're free to walk now, but we'll be very cross if you do so halfway through. It's now or never." S... and O... looked at each other. They were up for it, whatever it was.
"If you can give, we can take it," said Dave O....
"Don't let anyone say that we're chicken," said John S... in a weak attempt at defiance, but he was already visibly hardening up in anticipation.
"Pull the front of your singlets over your head like football players. We want to see your chesticles..."
"...and suck your nipples," added Nathan. Even at the age of fourteen Dave O... was already starting a treasure trail. Nathan stroked Dave's shorts and as he felt him harden up he slid down both his shorts and jockstrap.
"On even dates, lads," announced Tom with absolute seriousness "we give blowjobs." John and Dave were too worked up to resist and just gave out little squeals of delight. Tom reached into his kit bag, took out two small objects and handed one to Nathan. Fruit flavoured condoms. Natt received the green one, Tom yellow. "Banana flavour for your banana, John." Natt now realised why Tom had disappeared as he got off the train that morning. They deftly tore open the packets, slipped the contents over their partner's cocks and got on with the promised job. Next to the fives court the swimming had got underway and the noise masked any sounds of ecstasy emanating from inside the court. Finally as the condoms were beginning to lose their flavour Tom and Nathan expertly brought their partners off and as their passion and dicks subsided they slipped the condoms off and knotted them, putting them back into Tom's sports bag. The younger boys pulled their singlets back over their heads, drew up their shorts and with a lecherous smile walked towards the exit.
"Hey, lads, where are you two going?" called out Tom. "It's our turn now." John and Dave blushed, came back, were given a strawberry and a blackcurrant condom while Nathan and Tom assumed the position against the wall with their hands resting on their heads.
"Right, we've shown you how to do it. Make it good." Dave and John made it good okay, encouraged by our boys running their fingers through their hair as they knelt in front of them.
"For God's sake slow down, Dave," panted Nathan "and make it last." Finally the knees of both of them began to tremble, Natt screamed and drew in large gulps of air, the passion subsided, the condoms were knotted and placed alongside Tom's kit in his bag. They adjusted their singlets and shorts just as the bell for changeover rang out across the fields.
"Thank you, guys," said Tom. "Any time you need us again give us a little notice and we'll sort you out. Just slip out into the crowd as they change round and enjoy the rest of the afternoon."
"We won't," said John.
"I don't think the rest of the afternoon will be quite so good," said Dave. They grinned and slipped back out through the narrow entrance.
"Lift me up, Natt," said Tom. Nathan lifted him onto his shoulders as he reached up and artistically jammed the four knotted condoms well above head height into a gap between some bricks where the mortar had crumbled so that they hung weighed down by their boy juice contents. "Just a little tourist attraction the general populace can visit," said Tom. Tom and Nathan picked up their kit and went to join the queue outside the swimming pool for their next session as if nothing untoward had happened. They could see Tony and F... ahead of them.
"O... was nowhere as good as you, Tom, but it gave me a great feeling all the same." Jolly jape number one over, it was time for jolly jape two and Tony had been primed.
The previous two groups were chased out of the changing rooms to make room for the next contingent. Nathan and Tom caught up with Tony and F... because they'd made the decision to get changed next to them. The changing room was rather primitive by today's standards, a long wooden shed affair with one bench fitted the whole length. The only illumination was the sunlight shining in over the top and underneath the modesty screen. A single outside freshwater shower had only been fitted the previous summer. Tom separated F... from Tony, and Nathan changed on his right hand side. His curiosity had been aroused and he was keen to check him out.
"Just wanted to see if your balls had dropped yet," said Natt referring back to the Everard incident earlier in the year, and he wasn't disappointed. "I know how a blind man must feel having felt something and never seen it," and he gave F... a friendly pat on his bare buttocks. As he got changed he could smell F...'s fragrant body odour and breathed deeply until he realised that despite what had happened a quarter of an hour ago Everard was about to raise his ugly head. There was a shout from the PE master, telling them all to hurry up. Tony, Nathan and Tom emerged from the changing room together, with F... close behind, all three dressed in their uniform one piece gold and royal blue all-over speedos to be greeted by cheers and catcalls from the assembled crowd. The three gave a twirl.
"I didn't realise you three were club swimmers," said Mr P..., the games master.
"Gay Club swimmers," shouted on anonymous wag from the back.
"That will do, boys," said Mr P.... "Through the foot bath, into the pool and swim back to the side, then wait for further instructions." There was an almighty continuous splash. "No, Simon D.... I said swim to the sides, not the ends." Nathan, Tony and Tom had certainly made a splash of their own in their trendy swimsuits. F... was really impressed not only by his new boyfriend, but by his chums too, if a little apprehensive because of who those chums were. One or two others had their eyes peering out on stalks. And they weren't the only stalks to be seen.
How the grapevine works no one ever knows, but by morning break the next day the four hanging rubbers in the fives court had become the intended tourist attraction and as far as the four users could fathom no one knew how they'd got there and they certainly weren't going to let on.
Friday school ended a period early for the long weekend. Ten days to go until school broke up for the long summer holidays. Our boys had longer than most other schools to compensate for their Saturday mornings and in those days the summer holidays started and finished later, traditionally so that the children could help bring in the harvest, but with the creeping urbanisation of society that rarely proved necessary any more. As Tony was spending his exeat with his guardians, the H...s, he walked down to the station with Tom and Nathan as well as Eddie F... who was staying on a sleepover with Tony on a make or break weekend. To give them space Tom was going to sleep over at the B...s' house on Friday night while Nathan would sleep over with Tom on Saturday. Because the weather was so good they were going to pitch their tent on both nights in the respective gardens, but Tom felt he ought to be at home on the second night in case Tony needed any moral support, although he seemed to be doing quite well on his own. Tom and Nathan turned up at Tom's house at about eleven on the Saturday. Tony and Eddie were hanging out in town and wouldn't be back until teatime and the H...s had planned a barbie in the garden for the evening to which they had also invited Nathan's parents. Curiosity was killing Nathan and Tom with a slow death. They spent the afternoon helping Mr H... get the barbecue ready and by six o'clock they were all starving. Before the cooking began Mr H... gathered the four boys round and while thanking them for their help he reinforced the hygiene rules, sent them in to wash their hands thoroughly and told them they had to do this before handling food. Also all the meat, even the steak on this occasion, had to be cooked through thoroughly. He didn't want four children off school with campylobacter. Although Nathan joined in and said nothing, not even to Tom, lest he offended anybody, he was not terribly keen on barbies for it appeared to him it was simply a sociably acceptable manner of ruining good food, then having to eat it. However, he did not hold back from the dessert trolley which Mrs H... along with Angela had prepared and who was supervising it indoors.
Angela had also invited a couple of friends along. During her first year at university she had gone through her feminist phase and although now emerging from it she had in the process dumped her previous boyfriend, the one of whom her little brother had gained carnal knowledge some time ago now, and had not yet found a new one. The girls were busy chatting up the newcomer, as yet ignorant of the fact that he, or even Tony, was gay. At least it gave Nathan and Tom the opportunity to remove Tony temporarily and subject him to the third degree concerning the previous twenty-four hours.
"Come on, for heaven's sake tell us how it went," said Tom.
"Not bad," answered Tony deliberately understating the event.
"What did you do?" nagged Nathan with an even blunter question.
"Well, last night after we'd unpacked we knocked a ball around in the garden until it got dark. Then we had supper, said good night and went up to our room. We started to watch a film on TV with me sitting on the sofa while Eddie stretched out on it and rested his head in my lap. He couldn't possibly have made any mistake about the effect that had on me and as I got hornier I started stroking him, first his arm, but then working my hand inside his shirt and playing with his nips. We soon grew bored with the film and decided to go to bed. He showered first, then me. When I got back to our room he was already in bed. I didn't think twice I was feeling so horny. It had taken me all my willpower not to toss off in the shower. On impulse I just dropped my towel and slipped into bed beside him. I didn't have time to think whether he might be wearing anything or not, but when I snuggled up to him I found he wasn't either. He said 'Shall I put out the light?' I said 'Okay.' As he got out of bed to walk across to the main light switch I couldn't keep my eyes off him. I have never seen anyone walk so sexily. It was the way his hips and butt swung and his dick and balls swung in time with them. And he knew what he was doing to me. When he'd got back into bed I was just about to put the bedside lamp out when I said, again on impulse, 'A real boyfriend would give me a good night kiss.' He pecked me on the cheek and I said 'That's not a kiss. This is a kiss.' I took him in my arms and pressed my lips against his. At first he wouldn't give. Obviously his first time, so I used my tongue to part his lips and we enjoyed our first fully fledged, Colgate flavoured French kiss. After that he became so horny I just took him. And well, you can imagine the rest and if you can't, tough titty 'cause I'm not going to tell you. What I will say is that neither of us got much sleep last night and he's promised I can suck him tonight."
"What's the date today?" asked Nathan mischievously.
Earlier in the day Nathan and Tom gave up the idea of another night under canvas. They would reserve that just for Nathan's house as it was the only way his mother would let them sleep together. They were both taken by Tony's description of the naked Eddie and were wondering how to contrive an opportunity of admiring this boy wonder.
"I think this calls for a foursome of 'spin the bottle' before we go to bed tonight," Nathan said to Tom. Tom picked up an empty wine bottle from the table and took it up to his room. The four lads regrouped and took a football down to the far end of the garden, but they didn't kick it around for long. They sat or lay on the grass out of the earshot of the adults and had an intense adolescent talk. First of all they laid the 'Everard' episode to rest. While acknowledging how clever a nickname it was, Nathan had never really liked it, but realised that to protest would render it permanent. After that the discussion surrounded the inevitable question:
"Eddie, how did you find out you were gay?"
"I've been thinking about that," said Eddie. "I think it started some years ago. You've probably seen Joe my little brother around the school. I say little, but there's only just over a year between us and we do look a bit like one another. When we were smaller he quite often used to climb into my bed and our parents would find us snuggled up together asleep in the morning. They thought it was sweet. We thought no more about it. Then you get to the age when you become inquisitive and I noticed his dick was different from mine. You see he's a roundhead while I'm a cavalier. We asked our parents about it and they said that when he was a baby he was circumcised. Sometime later he asked why and we were told he had difficulty peeing, so he had to have an operation. Okay, no more questions, we lived with it except..." Eddie paused. "...except I wanted to see which boys were roundheads and who were cavaliers. So that's my first memory about being interested in other boys. And by the way we still get into each other's beds when we feel like it."
"So how did you and Tony get together?" asked Nathan.
"Do you want to tell them, Tony?"
"No, you've started and so you can finish."
"Well, coincidence, I think," said Eddie. "It was in the rugby term. We'd been playing in away matches at St Bridge's School, me in the junior colts and Tony in the colts, and for some reason that day we were the last two left in the showers afterwards. I said to Tony 'Hey, M..., you're checking me out aren't you?' 'Yeah, well... I'll put my hands up to that. But you're checking me out too.' And he did. He did literally put his hands in the air and turn towards me and the light, didn't you?"
"I couldn't do anything else, could I?" said Tony. "I'd been caught out and there were only the two of us there anyway."
"Tell them what happened next," said Eddie.
Tony blushed. "I popped a boner."
Eddie took up the story again. "I said to him 'Are you gay, then?'"
"And I said 'Of course I am. Aren't you?'"
"Then I said 'No, of course not.' 'Why are you looking at me then?' 'I wanted to see if you were a roundhead or a cavalier.' At that one of the games master shouted out telling us to hurry up or he'd shut the hot water off. It was odd after that because that's when I knew I might well be gay and I wanted to deny it, mainly to myself. Still after that Tony would always keep an eye out for me, talk to me, look after me if he thought I was being bullied."
"You never said anything about it, Tony," said Tom.
"We all have our secrets. If Eddie said he wasn't gay, then he wasn't gay, but I still had a soft spot for him. Then came that incident at the beginning of last term when he called you Everard, Natt."
"I'd better tell the story from here," said Eddie. "All those weeks I was fighting against the idea I was gay. I started to hate those who were gay until Tony explained to me how I was really hating myself. I saw you two, Natt and Tom, in the corridor, had all my mates around me for a laugh and to protect me if I got thumped, so I said it and I've got to admit I didn't expect your reaction." Nathan quietly purred to himself. "As you probably remember I got hard when you groped me, Natt, and secretly enjoyed it. Over the next few weeks I had quite a battle with myself and Tony helped me a lot. I nearly shat myself when he told me that your parents, Tom, were his guardians. Over the Easter holidays I had a lot to think about, especially as I was missing Tony. Eventually I had to admit to myself I might be just a little bit gay. I felt so different when school started and Tony was around again. Then he asked me out on a date and here I am today."
"Slowly, slowly, catchee monkey," grinned Tony. By now it was nearly ten o'clock and almost dark.
"Come on, boys," shouted Mr H... from the other end of the garden. "Time to help clear up."
When everything was cleaned and packed away, the boys had their cocoa and said good night. Nathan and Tom crowded into into Tony's room and suggested a game of 'Strip Spin the Bottle'. There was no dissent, but only Natt knew what a dab hand Tom was at spinning it. Not only that, he had the sense not to make it obvious he was targeting Eddie. Inevitably Eddie lost, but before doing so Nathan had sneaked most of his clothes over to the other side of the room so that he would have to walk over to get them. Nathan just stared with his mouth open as a naked Eddie paraded in front of them.
"That's sufficient payback for Everard," he told Tom as they snuggled up together in bed that night.
The rest of the weekend ran smoothly. On Sunday morning the four went swimming. In the afternoon Bruce was taken for his customary walkies followed by tea at the B...s'. Nathan stayed at home that night, but squeezed into Mrs H...'s car for the journey to the station on Monday morning. On the train Eddie was officially put through the ceremony of having his house colour badge removed from the left and being pinned onto the right lapel of his school jacket. As they got off the train, Eddie walked on ahead to put his bags into his mother's car who was waiting for him in the station forecourt.
"Hey, guys, thanks a lot for a super weekend. It was the best."
"When are you going to teach us how to make love properly like you do?" asked Tony.
"Not until you're both sixteen," replied Nathan curtly and responsibly. Tom hugged his shoulder in support and nodded his agreement.
The rest of the term flowed as it had done since time immemorial. A lot of tennis was played after school by our four. Nathan enjoyed as always Sports Day and the Swimming Gala for his own personal reasons with the bonus that Eddie's little brother was boyspotted and resembled one of those traditional Russian dolls, the perfect match that could be fitted inside his elder brother, except that he, Tom and Tony knew F... minor wasn't quite a perfect match of F... major. When school finally broke up the H...s put Tony on the plane for the flight back to his parents' home. Eddie would follow him out there for a holiday later in the break while Nathan and Tom had to exercise all their patience awaiting the results of their public examinations.
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