Who Dares Wins

by N Fourbois

Part Three

Dear Readers. Here is the third and probably final part of Who Dares Wins. Unfortunately I must give a health warning as, unusually for my stories, there is some explicit sexual activity, which I feel is necessary for the development of the characters. Also one schoolboy has been harmed in the writing of this tale.

It was a frustrating time for Jamie. He had survived his grounding, but was unable to exploit the freedom that had been newly returned to him. To begin with the camping weekend with Gideon had been cancelled because of his misdemeanour and now the three Farthings had gone on their summer holiday and Jamie and Gideon still hadn't been able to find the privacy or opportunity to consummate their otherwise flourishing relationship. It was not that as such which was frustrating him for he lived according to the motto of what you've never had, you never miss. But he had held Gideon in his arms and they had kissed each other deeply and passionately, bringing each other to orgasm in other ways, and this he did miss while the solo use of his hand, even when combined with vivid fantasies, was little compensation for the real thing. But what made matters worse was that shortly before the Farthings were due home the Duttons would be off on their family holiday and so it would only be shortly before school was due to start that the two boyfriends would see each other again, let alone develop the physical side of their relationship. Jamie had never believed it possible to miss someone as much as he missed Gideon. At least he now had his mobile telephone back and within the restraints of their pocket money they could ring or text one another.

The Dutton family were sitting round the kitchen table having tea. When they were finished Charlie asked if he could be excused as he was meeting his friends in the park to do whatever eleven year olds do with their friends in the park.
"What are you going to do this evening, Jamie?" asked his mother.
"Dunno," he answered in rather a petulant manner.
"Haven't you got any other friends besides Gideon?"
"Yeah, of course, but they're all doing things, like holidays and visiting maiden aunts and music practice. Gideon's fun. It's like losing your right arm when he's not around. It's like when we were grounded. I didn't mind staying at home. What hurt was not seeing Gideon, or even being able to talk to him."
"So he's really special to you?" asked his father by way of confirmation. At this Jamie blushed deeply and began to wonder if there was more to this conversation. His dilemma was whether to keep quiet or probe as to what they might know. His face had given him away anyway.
"Mum, have you and Mrs Farthing been talking about us?"
"No, not more than usual." But Mrs Dutton had been given her entrée. She left a pause. "Jamie, if you had a problem, you would tell us, wouldn't you, dear?" Jamie was on his guard. "Well, a personal problem."
"What? Like bad breath or smelly feet?" "No. I mean..." At this his father came in to help his wife.
"Jamie, this is difficult for us to say, but Mum found Charlie's diary lying around and she read it."
"I shouldn't have done, but you like to know what your children do and think, and now I wish I hadn't, and I haven't told Charlie yet." Jamie wondered what on earth she could have read. Was it details about the mooning episodes? Had he told his younger brother about what they'd got up to in town that afternoon when they were bored and did the dares? He thought of everything but the obvious. "You see, Jamie, he wrote something about seeing you and Gideon kissing each other in the garden shed." 'Oh, my God!' Jamie's world had just collapsed. He burst into tears and those tears were sufficient to give an affirmative answer.

His mother and father gently took him into the living room, sat him down between them on the settee and held him tenderly until he calmed down. As he calmed down he gradually realised he was not in trouble. He composed himself and through the sobs managed to say
"Gideon and I are gay and we love one another."
"And Gideon loves you?"
"I'm sure. Looking back I think we've loved each other for years. It's just that recently it's been a different kind of love. We've always been there for one another, but now we hate it when we're apart and yes, we have... we do kiss and I know it's girly, but I don't care."
"It's not girly when you really do love someone," said his father. "We've never brought you up to think of kissing and hugging as girly. You always kiss Charlie good night; you always have done."
"But this is different kissing. It makes my whole body feel good, not just my body, my mood, I can't explain it properly, and I know it does the same for Gideon." Jamie sobbed a little more and lay his head on his mother's shoulder. As he slowly regained his composure, his father said to him
"Why didn't you tell us?"
"I couldn't, not after the way you went ballistic over the mooning incident. I didn't want you to stop me from seeing him." Mr and Mrs Dutton looked at each other over Jamie's head. The look expressed how difficult it was being a parent and to do the right thing.
"We would never do anything like that, Jamie," said his mother. "Mooning is different. That's showing disrespect to someone in a crude and common way. In some ways this is quite the opposite. With love you're showing great respect for another person and okay, we don't expect you to do this sort of thing in public, but if you're certain you care deeply about another person, you want to express it."
"Do Gideon's parents know?" asked his father. Jamie nodded "And they approve?" Jamie nodded again.
"I think so. He said they were very good about it, but he made them promise not to tell you until I said they could." They both kissed him on the cheek.
"You know, son," said his father, "I don't think you'll forget this day. You'll be different, you'll think differently. Do you keep a diary as well?" Jamie shook his head.
"We're going to have to talk to Charlie about this," said his mother, "but don't give him a hard time, Jamie. Remember, he hasn't really done anything wrong. It's me who has for reading something private, something I shouldn't have read. Will you forgive me?" Jamie nodded. "Now what I suggest, dear, is that you go upstairs and sit in a nice warm bath for a bit. We'll wash up and clear away the tea things and when you come down we'll have a nice big ice cream, one of my specials, and when we've eaten that you can go and ring Gideon. Just this once you can use the house phone and save your phone card and battery. All right?"
"Thanks, Mum, thanks, Dad. I've been wondering how I was going to tell you. I really was, and now you've told me." When Jamie had disappeared upstairs Mr Dutton said
"Martha, this is going to be a whole new ball game for us, bringing up a gay son. And now I wonder about Charlie."
"Don't worry about him, Eric. We've a couple of years yet, and gay or straight, we'll take it as it comes. Don't forget we can talk to the Farthings now and we've got them for mutual support."

Jamie lingered in the bath. Of course he grew hard from thinking of Gideon, but he summoned up his natural self-discipline to save it for later. At last he climbed out of the bath, dried himself off and put on a tee shirt and a pair of tracksuit bottoms. When he arrived downstairs there were three special ice creams on the kitchen table with fruit, nuts, whipped cream and maple syrup. Just as they were about to tuck in, Charlie burst in through the back door.
"What's this?" he cried. "A family celebration? Without me?"
"We're celebrating the fact you're not here," said his father drily.
"Charlie, if you wash your hands and then go to the freezer, you'll find another one already prepared with your name on it." He washed his hands at the kitchen sink, then fetched his from the freezer. He looked at it quizzically.
"I can't find my name on it," he said.
"You'd better put it back then and go without," said his father.
"No way."
"If you look at the wafer, you'll soon see," said Jamie.
"It just says 'Bozo'. That's the brand of wafer... Oh, I see. Very funny. Ha ha," he replied as the other three curled up with laughter. The fun was returning to the Dutton household.

After feeding his face with ice cream for a minute or so, Charlie looked up and knowing there had to be a good reason for one of Mum's specials, he said with ice cream all round his lips
"Tell us then. What are we celebrating?" Jamie came in quickly and said
"I've come out."
"You've come out of where?"
"The garden shed!" retorted Jamie.
"What were you doing in there and why are we celebrating?"
"Because I've told Mum and Dad that me and Gideon are in love. We've come out of the closet. It's an expression. It means we've told people we're gay."
"What's the big deal about that? I've known that for ages. I've seen you with Gideon in the shed."
"I know and you've even written about it in your diary."
"How d'you know?" said Charlie.
"You're not even allowed to read it."
"Calm down, boys," said Mrs Dutton. "I'm the one that read it and if you don't want it read, then tidy it away." Charlie was crimson as he wondered what else his mother had read.
"Oooh!" was all he could say and he hurriedly resumed eating his ice cream. "Thanks, bro," said Jamie to Charlie and put his arm round his brother.
"Get off, you queer."
"Uh uh, we'll have no more of that, Charlie," said his father sternly. "Jamie is still the same Jamie as he was this morning." Jamie doubted that in his own mind, but said nothing.
"Sorry, Jamie," said Charlie as he took his big brother in a big hug. "I was only joking, honest."
"Charlie," said his mother, "time you were getting ready for bed, and you, Jamie, go and make that phone call before it gets too late."

Jamie went into the study and closed the door behind him to avoid anyone overhearing. He then realised he had to go up to his room to get Gideon's number as it just number 1 in the memory on his mobile. He wrote it down: 07 694-443366 and then the penny dropped. If you looked at the letters on the keypad, the last six spelt G-I-D-E-O-N and he wondered how much of a coincidence that was or whether Gideon had got it deliberately somehow. But if that was the penny, it was a pound coin that dropped next when he read the preceding three figures in front of Gideon. He howled with laughter, or giggles would be more precise. He went back down to the study, closing the door behind him again, and remembering his Blue Peter training carefully dialled the number after getting permission from the person who pays the telephone bill.
"Yo Jamie." His name had obviously come up on Gideon's screen.
"Yo Gids! How's it hanging?"
"Too much not having you around."
"Can you talk freely?"
"Just a minute... Mum, it's Jamie, but the signal's not very good in here. I'm just going outside for a minute. Hey, Jamie, how are you doing?"
"Bored to tears and missing you, but I've got some news."
"What's that."
"I've come out, here, at home. They know all about us."
"Oooh. How did they take it?"
"Okay. It was Charlie that dropped me in it... accidentally," and he told Gideon the whole saga about his mother reading Charlie's diary.
"Wow," said Gideon.
"And my mum wants to talk to your mum about it now," continued Jamie.
"That's cool by me."
"Do you know what?"
"What?"
"It's a good job this isn't videophone."
"Why's that."
"I'm wearing a loose pair of jogpants, my white ones, and talking to you, I've got underneath the biggest hardest boner I've ever had and I can't stop rubbing it."
"Stop it. You've made me go hard now and not only am I wearing my very short white shorts, but there are so many people around I can't do a thing about it."
"Aaaah!"
"What's up, Jamie?"
"I've just come all over the inside of my tracksuit bottoms," he panted. "I'm going to put the phone down a minute and clean this mess up." Jamie took his handkerchief out and mopped up the best he could. "Hi Gids. Are you still there?"
"Sure."
"I must have come in buckets. I've never known so much spunk at one go," he said as he struggled to pull out his tee shirt to cover the blotch on his bottoms. "It just goes to show how much I miss you."
"Tell me about it," responded Gideon.
"I'd better go now. I've been allowed to use the house phone as a special treat. By the way, cool number."
"What do you mean?"
"Your mobile number. Look at the letters on the keypad."
"Don't get it."
"It's all right. I'll explain when I see you. I'll give you a call tomorrow when I've got a new phone card. Dream of me tonight."
"Just try and stop me. Hugs..."
"... and kisses - deep throated ones. Bye, Jamie."
"Bye Gids," and they both hung up. Gideon went and found a quite corner to re-arrange himself and his shorts and then went back inside to rejoin his parents.
"Mum, Dad," he said excitedly. "That was Jamie."
"So you said," answered his mother.
"He's come out. His parents know he's gay."
"Yes, dear. We know what 'coming out' means."
"And they're cool with it and want to talk to you when they get back off holiday."
"I think we'll have a lot to talk about."

After the phone call Jamie went to say goodnight to his parents.
"Are you okay, Jamie?"enquired his mother.
"Yes, Mum. Why?"
"We thought we heard you cry out."
"Just a bit of cramp from the way I was sitting. I'm all right now." He thanked his parents, kissed them goodnight, went up to his room, changed his jogpants for boxer shorts and got into bed. There was a knock at the door and without waiting for an answer Charlie burst in. Jamie wondered why he'd bothered to knock. The younger boy was in tears. He went up to his brother and took him in a hug.
"I'm so sorry, Jamie. I got you into trouble." Charlie climbed into his brother's bed and Jamie just took him into a cuddle until the tears stopped. As brothers they were very close and would never deliberately do anything to hurt one another.
"It's okay, bro," said Jamie. "Yes, you could have got me into trouble, but in fact you didn't. You really did me a good turn. You see, Mum and Dad would have found out about me and Gideon in the end and I just didn't have the guts to tell them. All you've got to remember is that this is a family secret. It'll come out sooner or later, but at the moment I prefer later." They lay there quietly in each other's arms.

Suddenly there was a knock at the door and Mrs Dutton came in with a cup of tea for Jamie. She drew the curtains to let the morning light and air in. Then she spotted two boys rubbing their eyes as they slowly woke up. She thought how sweet, but kept the thought to herself.
"Good morning, Jamie, good morning, Charlie. I'm glad you two have made it up," and she kissed them both on the cheek. They said good morning in a sleepy state and Jamie, the more awake of the two, said
"There was nothing to make up, Mum." Mrs Dutton brought in a second cup of tea and left the boys alone.

Charlie was now fully awake.
"Hey, Jamie, why's your thing so big?" Jamie tutted and replied
"It's called morning wood and you'll be like that when you're a bit older and you shouldn't be touching it without my permission anyway."
"Sorry, Jamie, but it feels so nice and hot."
"That's okay, but remember I share that with Gideon and nobody else."
"Is that what makes you gay?"
"Something like that."
"Then I want to be gay when I'm older."
"Charlie, it's not something you choose like your job or your clothes."
"I want to be like you, Jamie"
"We'll see. You won't have to worry about that for a couple of years or so yet."

* * *

The weeks rolled by slowly until the end of August when the two lovelorn boyfriends could be re-united. The Duttons returned from their holiday on August bank holiday. A week and a day until school began. The first thing Jamie did before unpacking was to go up to his room, take out his mobile phone and ring Gideon. Voicemail! He simply said "I'm home. Love, Jamie." But the Farthings were out visiting relations, Gideon had left his mobile at home and they would not be back until ten, not that Jamie knew that.

At nine o'clock sharp the following morning Jamie was on the doorstep at Gideon's house, ringing the doorbell. He heard the rush of feet inside and the door opened. They simply fell into each other's arms and sobbed their eyes out. Pure emotion with the complete absence of any sexual feeling. Finally they recovered sufficiently to be able to talk to one another.
"Look what I've brought you back from holiday, Jamie." Jamie unwrapped a long narrow box and opened it to discover a rainbow coloured leather necklace with matching bracelet and kissed his boyfriend to thank him. Jamie offered Gideon his packet... no, let me rephrase that. Jamie handed a small parcel to Gideon who slowly and carefully unwrapped it. It was a tee shirt likewise in the colours of the rainbow.
"Two minds, but a single thought," said Jamie.
"Great minds think alike," answered Gideon.
"Fools never differ," countered Jamie and immediately received a friendly punch on the arm.
"Trust you to spoil it."
"Well, if we're going to be part of the rainbow culture, we may as well have the nice things it's got to offer," said Jamie. The pair spent the rest of the morning hanging out together, telling each other about what had happened at home and how they had coped, interspersed with little displays of affection, but never indulging in any serious sexual play, simply happy to be back together again and more than content to be rebuilding their relationship from scratch.

The week passed quickly and they realised that the first Tuesday in September, and therefore school, were approaching fast. Although they didn't particularly relish school, at least the rugby season was upon them. They hung out together and with Alex and Will. Will had been dumped. His girlfriend had found someone else while on holiday. Gideon felt more comfortable with that although he didn't discuss it with Jamie. It smacked of jealousy, even though he had nothing to be jealous of. He didn't even fancy Will, such was the security of his present situation. He didn't fancy anybody apart from Jamie (and at sneaking moments himself!), but he was still going to check out the other boys in the changing room out of sheer curiosity when he realised how much they had grown over the summer. Old habits die hard. And finally Gideon and Jamie talked about how they would face the coming term at school, for through something they said or did, someone was bound to discover that they were an item. In fact their first half term in Year 10 passed peculiarly without incident to the point where they became a little complacent, though they behaved impeccably in public and Will and Alex gave them full support, guarded their secret and watched their backs.

* * *

"Hey Gids! Did you get one of these?" Jamie showed him an e-mail he'd printed.
"Sure," and he took a piece of paper out of his pocket and showed it to Jamie. It was October now and they were looking forward to half term. The boys were walking home from school. They had got into a routine of going to one house or the other and doing their homework together, hanging out and getting fed and watered wherever they were. The Farthings and the Duttons had accepted the other boy as 'family' and the parents felt they had control, not that the boys were out of control in any way. They had their private moments, whether it was a kiss and cuddle, heavy petting or something a little more orgasmic. The parents understood that however they reacted, young love would find a way and they preferred their sons to be open in their relationship. However, that relationship was finally reaching the point where they wanted to take it to the ultimate stage. They were beginning to feel emotionally ready and this e-mail was the start to their plans. It was an invitation to a party at Will's house on the first Saturday of half term. Will's parents owned a house with a granny flat attached. His grandmother had died a couple of years earlier and by and large the flat was used only for family guests, but to celebrate his fifteenth birthday his parents had allowed him to hold a party in it. They could supervise from the main part of the house while not intruding and the following week the decorators were due to start refurbishment so it could be let, which meant there was no great worry about the inevitable mess that twenty young people would make. Jamie read out further instructions: fancy dress and bring a partner 8 pm - 11 pm RSVP.
"What are we going to do, Gids?"
"Well, you're my partner."
"Fine and then we'll be outed. Great."
"No, wait, Jamie. I think I've got an idea. Let me think this through." They walked along the pavement in silence. Jamie tried to grab Gideon's hand as they walk along, but Gideon was on another planet and his attempts failed. Just as they reached Jamie's house Gideon came out of his trance and said "I've got it." At that stage Mrs Dutton greeted them and so he didn't have a chance to explain.

After tea they went up to Jamie's room to do their homework.
"What's this idea you've got then, Gids?"
"Do you remember when we played Dares? Well, there's a bit of that in it. You reply to the invitation and say that you can't go, but then you come as my partner."
"But won't that be a bit obvious?"
"No, dork. Remember it's a fancy dress party."
"So?"
"For an intelligent kid you can be a bit thick at times. We go as a pair - we're disguised - and if it's a male and female disguise so much the better."
"I'll be the female one," begged Jamie.
"If you want to. You know my feelings on the matter. Still we'd better talk to out mums and dads first."

It took a couple of days and some telephoning plus a conversation at the W I, but at last it was settled and the boys put in their separate replies. The Duttons invited the Farthings to dinner that Saturday night which meant that Charlie had someone to look after him. At eleven they would pick up the boys and Jamie would go on a sleepover at Gideon's and stay until Monday morning. The boys were made up with this idea. All that remained was to decide on what to go as.
"You'd better make up your minds pretty quickly in case we have to hire stuff. Remember you won't be the only ones to be needing fancy dress," said Mrs Farthing. They went up to Gideon's room to do their homework. At least that was the theory.

"What about Robin Hood and Maid Marion?" said Gideon. "I fancy the tights."
"It would be a good disguise," replied Jamie, "but I don't fancy the long dress and I think I'd cream my knickers on the spot if I saw you in tights."
"I know. Vicars and tarts."
"Mmm, if we can't think of anything better, but it might be hard to disguise you."
"Thanks a bunch."
"I didn't mean it that way."
"I've got it," said Jamie. "I just hope Mum's still got her old uniform."

School broke up for half term on the Friday and the boys hadn't planned to see one another during the day on Saturday. Gideon's costume was relatively simple. Fortunately Mrs Dutton could help him out with the one accessory he needed.
"Mum, I'm just going into town. I need something for the weekend."
"Okay, dear. We'll be here. We shall only have a snack at lunchtime as we'll be feeding this evening. Do you know if there's any food at Will's party?"
"I expect so, Mum, but it'll only be snacky things."
"Right, Gideon, I'll make you something at lunchtime. How are you going into town?"
"Bike, Mum."
"Be careful and don't forget your helmet."
"No, Mum. I never do."

Gideon had worked out a little plan to overcome any embarrassment. He cycled into town and locked up his bicycle and the helmet at the shopping centre. First stop the hole in the wall to draw some extra pocket money, then he went off into Boots the Chemist. He went up to the pharmacy and when it was his turn he handed the shop-assistant a sealed envelope.
"My mother asked me to get this for her." The assistant had expected it to be a prescription, but showed no emotion when she had slit it open carefully and read what Gideon had written: '1 tube of K-Y gel. Please wrap it up so that my son doesn't see what it is.' The assistant went off, returned with a paper bag, took the money from Gideon, put the receipt into the bag and stapled it. Then he went across to Lloyds the Chemist, handed the assistant at the pharmacy counter another sealed envelope which she tore open.
"Could I have this for my father, please?" The assistant read likewise in Gideon's handwriting: '6 extra strong condoms. Please wrap them up so that my son doesn't see what they are.' In a similar manner the assistant went off, came back with a paper bag, took Gideon's money, put the receipt inside and sellotaped it up. Two more errands. Gideon crossed the precinct, went into the greengrocer's and bought a bunch of bananas. He felt he could ask for those without any embarrassment. He just had to choose a birthday present and card for Will. There was a little wickedness in his choice. 'I've never seen Will in a jockstrap. There's only one way to alter that. Give him one for his birthday,' he said to himself. There was no shyness or embarrassment here. He'd already bought them for himself and so he went straight into the sports shop, picked one off the display stand and paid for it. Shopping complete he went back to his bike and cycled home.

He parked his cycle in the garden shed and luckily both of his parents were deep in conversation with the nextdoor neighbours. Gideon said hello as he walked past and casually mentioned he'd got Will's birthday present. He went up to his room and locked all the goods away in his desk drawer. Later he helped his mother get his room ready for Jamie to stay and the rest of the day was his own. He helped his father until lunchtime to collect up the autumn leaves in the garden. In the afternoon he started the preening for the evening, spent an hour in the bath before his mother cut and styled his hair. He changed into a shirt with a collar and tie, put on a pair of slacks and then just had to amuse himself until his parents were ready and it was time to go. He'd already packed his costume, not that there was much to pack, in a small case.

The family was due round at the Duttons' at seven. They arrived punctually. Mr Dutton was cooking the meal while Mrs Dutton was getting Jamie ready. Charlie was detailed off to entertain the guests which he did very well. Gideon went up to Jamie's room and when he went in he gave a gasp. He'd never realised that a female could look so attractive, and he wasn't referring to Mrs Dutton. There was Jamie in his mother's blue and white starched nurse's uniform, a short dress, and he was wearing black tights which emphasised his shapely legs. Gideon immediately popped a boner. Mrs Dutton was just putting the finishing touches to his make-up before putting on the wig and pinning the white starched cap to it. Gideon was speechless.
"What do you thinks, Gids?" said Jamie.
"If I were str8, I could go for you."
"Gideon Farthing!" Mrs Dutton said in mock disgust and they all laughed. Gideon put on his white lab coat and hung the stethoscope Mrs Dutton handed him round his neck and he was ready.
"We need a photograph of this," said Mrs Dutton and Jamie got out his digital camera for them both to pose.

Once they were ready Mr Farthing took the boys out to the car, Jamie stowed his overnight bag in the boot, they checked they had Will's presents and drove off. He dropped the boys outside Will's house, wished them an enjoyable party, said he would be there to pick them up at eleven and went and had a quick word with Will's parents.

"Jamie, I can't call you Jamie, remember?"
"Try Jemima. Then if you call me Jamie you can pretend it's short for Jemima."
"Good thinking, Batman... er... Jemima." as they were overtaken by someone dressed as Robin.
"Nice butt," whispered Jamie.
"I'll try and spot the front later," replied Gideon. They went into the granny flat. The lighting was very subdued. They greeted Will, dressed as Superman, which made both Gideon's and Jamie's eyes pop out on stalks as he had 'his underpants on outside of his tights'.
"Like the padding," said Gideon.
"Get stuffed! That's not padding, that's the real thing, and no, you can't test it for yourself." He introduced Jemima which made Will rather puzzled as one of the only two outside of the families who knew his secret.
"I'm sorry Jamie couldn't make it," said Will, still too naïve to realise what was going on. He thanked them for their presents, hoped they'd have an awesome evening and told them to get snacks and drinks from the kitchen. They soon found Alex the Trekkie and Jemima was introduced to him. Jamie disguised his voice well employing a low, but sexy tone.

Armed with snacks and drinks Gideon and Jamie came back into the main room. There were couples already dancing in the centre of the room.
"How would you like to dance, Jem?" asked Gideon.
"Slow and close to you."
"You'll have to wait until the music slows down."
Will had obviously put a lot of effort into choosing the music which played from his iPod through the stereo system. Jamie and Gideon danced anyway, realising that this was the first time they had ever danced together and discovering how enjoyable it was. During the slow numbers they held each other in a tight clinch. In the dark Gideon could slide his hands up the nurse's uniform, place them on Jamie's buttocks and pull him in close so that they could feel each other's stiffies. They were both in heaven as their lips met and their tongues explored.
"Come on, Gids. I can't take any more of this. Let's find the bedroom." There was only one other couple in there and they were too occupied to notice Gideon and Jamie come in. They climbed onto the double bed and embraced. Gideon's hands wandered under the nurse's uniform. He could feel the throbbing bulge between Jamie's legs, but the tights defeated him and he just gently stroked the bulge until he felt Jamie spasm. Jamie groaned and whispered in Gideon's
"I need you inside me. I'm ready for it."
"We can't do that here, my love. Tomorrow, I promise. Mum and Dad are going to church and we'll have the house to ourselves."

Outside they could hear Will calling for the last dance.
"Gosh, is that the time?" said Jamie. "Where has the evening gone?"
"Come on," said Gideon. "I want the last dance with you." They moved out into the main room for the last, slow dance and they kissed and pressed themselves together. Finally the music stopped, the lights went up and over the stereo system a clock chimed eleven. And then it happened. Fortunately the majority of guests had made their way to their carriages. In front of our doctor and nurse was a youth dressed as a punk they knew from school. Then they realised it was Lacey from Year 11.
"How on earth did he get in here?" Gideon said to Jamie.
"Must have been someone's partner." Lacey had obviously smuggled in some drink for he was worse for wear. He turned and saw a beautiful, if dishevelled nurse and unceremoniously thrust his hand up her uniform.
"Oh my god! She's got bollocks." He looked Gideon in the face and said
"Oh, it's you, Farting, and so that must be that faggot boyfriend of yours, Dutton." At that he turned and vomited all over the carpet. At that moment Will's mother and father arrived and took control. He took Lacey outside while she went to see if his lift had turned up. Gideon and Jamie turned to Will.
"Sorry about that," Will said. "It's ruined an otherwise perfect evening."
"Did you invite him, Will?"
"No. He was the partner of Janice Tudor. If I'd known..."
"Don't worry, Will. It was great party and don't let that spoil your birthday."
"Thanks for the jockstrap by the way. It saved me having to pluck up the courage to buy one. And the body cologne was nice, too, er... Jem... Jamie. I hope you weren't trying to tell me something. Jamie, I'm so glad you could make it after all. I realised you were here when I undid the present." At that point Mr Farthing arrived.
"Come on, b b... er, you two. Your mother wants to get home."
"It's all right, Dad. We've been rumbled and Will knows anyway."
"Thanks again, Will. See you during the week," and our two boys went out to the car.

On the way home they sat in separate corners in the back of the car determined to behave themselves. When they got home, Mrs Farthing made them all cocoa while Gideon helped Jamie to remove his make-up. They soon went upstairs after saying good night. It was that night in October when the clocks go back, so they had an extra hour's sleep. As they got ready for bed, they discussed their strategy for the following morning.

It was well light at eight the following morning when Gideon shook Jamie and then kissed him to wake him up. They had slept in their own beds to save themselves for what was to come. Gideon put on his dressing gown, and Jamie some jogpants and a sweater, and they went down to breakfast. Afterwards they volunteered to clear away, knowing that Gideon's father was duty sidesman at church that day and would have to get there early to help set things up, while after the main service, along with Mrs Dutton, Mrs Farthing would be helping to serve coffee to the parishioners. They knew they safely had the house to themselves from nine until midday.
"Don't get up to anything I wouldn't do," called Mrs Farthing from the hallway as she and her husband left. "We'll try not to. We've got a bit of homework to catch up with," said Gideon. "See you later. Bye."

The chores done the boys went back upstairs, stripped and showered together. The central heating had made the house lovely and warm on that frosty autumn day and it was no hardship to wander around the house with no clothes on. In the shower they smooched, quickly getting into the mood and resisting the temptation for a quick jerk off. They dried each other off and back in the bedroom Gideon unlocked his desk drawer and took out the remaining goodies he had bought the previous day.
"What's the bananas for?" asked Jamie puzzled.
"Trust me. I'm a doctor, or at least I was last night. I saw this on the internet." They climbed into Gideon's bed and kissed. Then the telephone rang.
"Blast," said Jamie as it spoilt the mood for him.
"It's all right," said Gideon. "The 1571 message service will take over after seven rings and if anyone says anything, I'll say I was in the shower and couldn't hear the phone."

They worked up their passion again, extending their kissing away from their lips to other sensitive parts of the body.
"Gids, I'm ready," panted Jamie.
"Are you sure? The first time it's going to hurt a bit."
"I'm hard. I can take it."
"So I see. I'm afraid it's going to be a bit mechanical rather than romantic. That'll come later." Jamie bent over the end of the bed, groaning while Gideon worked the K-Y gel into his butthole.
"Relax., Jamie, while I do this. I can't get my finger past the sphincter, you're so tight." Jamie tried to relax until Gideon felt he could do no more.
"Now we really need a dildo to ease that muscle open, but as I haven't got one and am unlikely get one in the near future, this is where the banana comes in, or should I say goes in?" He took the smallest banana off the bunch, opened the sixpack of condoms, slid one out of its foil and unrolled the condom over the banana, exactly as they had been shown in their PSE and Health Education lessons at school. Gideon had even volunteered himself in class instead of the banana, to the general mirth of his mates, but his offer of help had been predictably declined by the teacher.
"The jonny's for hygienic reasons. It'll also help the slip," he said as covered it with K-Y. "Now you're sure you want this, Jamie, because I think my brakes have failed.?"
"More than anything."
"Lie on your back and draw your knees up towards your shoulders. Perfect, that's the position. Grit your teeth and relax your muscles. You're still too tense." Gideon tenderly introduced the banana into Jamie's butthole. "Relax! More!"
"Aaaaagh!" went Jamie, then "Oooh!" as the banana eased past the obstruction, slid in and hit that sweet spot. Gideon quickly slicked up his own stiff cock with K-Y.
"Push against the banana as if you're taking a crap." Gideon gently pulled on the fruit and it slid out. "Now take up the position again. It's me this time." Gideon knelt between Jamie's legs and slowly lowered his body. "Take hold of my prick and guide it into your hole." Jamie found it awkward, but managed. He was still open and Gideon's cock slowly slid all the way in.

* * *

"Jamie, it's eleven o'clock. We'd better start cleaning ourselves up before Mum and Dad come home. How do you feel?"
"Great. That was wicked. I've got this funny feeling in my butt, a sort of ache, but I don't know whether it's pain or pleasure."
"You can do me the same way tomorrow morning before you go home. Deal?"
"A deal," and they sealed it with a kiss.

They cleared away the débris, went and showered again, got dressed and made their beds.
"We'll have to get rid of this lot somehow," said Jamie.
"It's all right. They'll be some more tomorrow. I'll lock it away for today. We'll put it into a plastic bag and dump it in a litter bin in town. Fancy a banana?"
"Funny you should say that. I've just gone off them."
"I'll go and see what that phone message was about."

Gideon came back.
"It was Will. Wants to know if we want to go and hang out with him and Alex this afternoon."
"That's okay by me," answered Jamie.
"After his party he's got a new girlfriend."

The weekend whizzed past. On Monday morning the boys slept in late and Gideon's parents had gone to work. Jamie fulfilled his promise to Gideon and at midday they made their way round to Jamie's house for lunch. During the meal Mrs Dutton said
"There's something about you two boys that's different. I don't know what it is, as if you're blossoming..." Jamie and Gideon smiled at each other and blushed. Charlie just stared at them with his mouth open.
"You know, I like my brother's boyfriend," he said out of the blue.
"Get on with your lunch, Charlie," replied three voices as one.

* * *

It was a quarter to nine when Gideon and Jamie got into school that Monday after half term. They had spent a fantastic week together and after the fancy dress party their motto, which they acknowledged they adopted from the SAS, namely 'Who Dares Wins', was certainly working for them and since they were finally out to everybody they felt more comfortable in themselves. While they still could not be one hundred per cent certain that all four parents fully approved, they were absolutely sure that they did not disapprove. They were happier in themselves because they could be more open in what they said to each other and the way they looked at and touched one another. They didn't do furtive.

Will and Alex met them in the corridor on their way to registration.
"Hi, loverboys," cried Alex.
"Piss off, queerbasher," Gideon and Jamie said in unison and all four of them high-fived before going into a group hug.
"Hey, you're not going to like this, but..."
"What's that?" said Jamie.
"You'd better take a look at your lockers." As they rounded the corner they could hardly miss the pink spray paint with the words 'poof' on one and 'faggot' on the other.
"I thought things were going too well." said Gideon. There was the usual gaggle of onlookers and a spontaneous cheer went up when Jamie and Gideon arrived. They both felt like turning tail and running, but oddly enough it was a genuine cheer, not a jeer, and their form mates rallied round these two popular boys. Of course no one knew who had done it, but there was a determination on everybody's part to find out.

Mr Braithwaite, the form tutor, came to see why none of the boys had turned up to registration yet and on seeing the lockers sent them all into their tutor room. Of course all the girls wanted to know what was going on, but the amazing thing was the support that Gideon and Jamie received. Most of the group had been at the party and so the fact that they were an item was not news. Only one girl was a little bit weepy and being comforted by her friend, who helpfully announced that she fancied Gideon and now she knew he would never go out with her. Meanwhile Mr Braithwaite had been organising the cleaning staff to clean the paint off the lockers as soon as possible, and in fact by the time assembly had finished it was gone.

Gideon and Jamie were easily able to put the incident behind them. They were extrovert and so they just brushed it off; they were confident in their relationship; and they knew their mates were behind them, so much so that by the beginning of afternoon break immediately after lunch they had a lead. One of the girls had noticed in the lunch queue that Lacey, the Year 11 boy, had small daubs of pink paint on his hands. Gideon, Jamie, Alex and Will immediately summoned a council of war.
"We've got to make certain," said Jamie. "I know we don't like him, but that's no excuse for dealing with him."
"It's no use us going to have a look," said Gideon. "He'll be on his guard."
"We'll go," said Will, "but separately so as not to arouse his suspicion."

Within five minutes Will was back confirming pink paint on the back of Lacey's fingers on the left hand, same shade as on the lockers. A couple of minutes later Alex returned and corroborated Will's findings.
"I've got an idea about how to deal with him. I'll work it out tonight and ring you, but what I want you to do now is for one of you, Will, you perhaps, go and make an appointment with him before school tomorrow to buy some cigarettes from him. He sells singles. That's how he makes his money because the juniors can't afford to buy a packet." Will was off. As the first bell rang for the end of break he was back.
"The deals on. Half past eight tomorrow, usual point of sale by the steps that lead down to the boiler room."

It was Gideon's turn to go to Jamie's to do their homework that night. They had been taking turns going to each other's houses since coming out to Jamie's parents. It meant that they could be together and Jamie's parents at least thought they could keep an eye on them and prevent them from doing anything too outrageous. The boys had their private moments and all parties were satisfied.

Up in Jamie's room he opened a drawer of his desk.
"I got these some time ago at a carboot sale. Thought they would come in useful one day." He lifted up a pair of handcuffs.
"You didn't tell me you were into bondage, Jamie," said Gideon.
"I'm not... yet," and he gave Gideon a wink "and I won't be for some time because if all goes to plan, I'm going to lose these. But it'll be worth it." At that he explained his plan to Gideon who broke out in a broad grin, then Jamie called Alex and Will to brief them on their part.

At a quarter past eight the following morning the four boys met at the school gates. They had all made the same excuse. They needed to go to the school library to finish off some homework before school. They wandered off towards the boiler house. Will waited at the top of the steps, the others hid out of the way. On the dot at half past eight Lacey came along. Obviously a good businessman.
"Hey, Lacey, I can rely on you."
"How many do you want?"
"Three. I'm a bit strapped for cash at the moment. That's why I can't buy my own."
"A quid."
"That's a bit steep."
"I've got overheads and the risk. Take it or leave it. I can flog them anyway..."
At that point Jamie and Gideon turned up.
"What do you two gayboys want? I didn't know you sm..." but Lacey was unable to finish the sentence as Gideon took one arm, Jamie the other and Will disappeared to help Alex keep a look out. Before Lacey could resist Jamie had slipped the handcuffs on one wrist, the two boys forced his arms through the railings and cuffed the other wrist. Lacey was caught, chained to the railings.
"You've got very dirty hands, Lacey," said Gideon.
"Is that pink paint there to hide the nicotine stains?"
"Or from from spraying our lockers?"
"You queers can't prove it," answered a still defiant Lacey.
"We don't have to. You know you did it and we know you did it, and that's antisocial, like getting little boys hooked on ciggies."
"Drugs next, I suppose."
"Do you know what queers, as you call us, do?" enquired Gideon.
"They suck each other's pricks and shag their arses."
"You're not wrong," said Jamie, "but we prefer to call it making love because we're gentle people really."
"But we also like feeling other boys' balls," said Gideon. At that he sharply pulled down the zip on Lacey's flies. Lacey tried to kick him away, but lost balance and now his legs were spread all his defences were gone. Gideon put his hands inside Lacey's trousers and held his balls. 'Not bad,' he thought, 'but I must concentrate on the matter in hand.'
"Now, are you going to go on persecuting us?" enquired Jamie.
"Might do," replied Lacey sullenly. Gideon gave his balls a squeeze through his boxers. Lacey screamed out.
"I'll ask the question again. Are you going to go on calling us names and vandalising our property?" Lacey said nothing. Gideon gave his balls another squeeze. Jamie stifled the cry by putting his hands over his mouth.
"No, never," panted Lacey. Meanwhile Gideon had pulled Lacey's cock and balls out through the fly of his boxers.
"Are you going to go on selling cigarettes to young kids?"
"That's business. That's got nothing to do with you." Gideon squeezed Lacey's naked bollocks together. "No, no, please, don't." The tears were beginning to well up in his eyes.
"Right, I think we have the basis of an agreement. No more queer-bashing. No more exploiting young kids. Agreed?" Lacey said nothing. Gideon very gently squeezed his bollocks this time as a reminder.
"Agreed. Please leave me alone." There was one more point to the plan. Gideon went through Lacey's pockets, found a packet of cigarettes, unwrapped them and decorated him with them, one behind each ear, the others sticking out of pockets and buttonholes. They left him with his prick and balls hanging out of his trousers, although as the chilly weather had started to take its effect the word 'hanging' no longer applied. Jamie stepped back and took a couple of pictures with his digital camera.
"That's our guarantee that you'll keep your part of the bargain, Lacey, okay?" The tearful sixteen year old nodded and Gideon and Jamie walked off.
"You can't leave me like this." They ignored him. As they caught up with Will and Alex, they saw the queue of potential customers.
"Okay, lads, you can go now," and as our lads walked away they could here the remarks and the high pitched squeals of laughter. Jamie passed the handcuff key to Alex who went off on the last part of his mission which was to hand the key over to his elder brother who was waiting with a small group of Year 11 boys to go and release Lacey. At a quarter to nine the four walked into registration as if nothing had happened.

The story soon went round the school and needless to say our heroes had no more trouble from the homophobic brigade. As a reminder Jamie slipped an envelope containing copies of the photos into Lacey's locker the following day.

Gideon and Jamie are out at home, out to their friends and now out at school. Their emotional and physical relationship is flourishing, making them develop both as rounded individuals, pleasant young men and as a formidable team. Their dealing with Lacey was talked about in hushed tones in the corridors, class rooms and dining hall at school for months to come, unlike the normal gossip which has a very short sell-by date. It is now time for a pause in Who Dares Wins, but I am sure that in the fulness of time our heroes may well return for new adventures. As usual I adore feedback, especially the questioning and critical kind, as do all of my fellow authors. Do keep it coming in. It's what makes us write.
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