After the Ghetto
Part 2
by N Fourbois
Mr van den Berg returned as promised in time for dinner on Friday and while all three were sitting over their meal in the dining room under Brabazon's gaze it was natural for them to ask what they were going to do over the weekend.
"Oh, it's still a surprise, except this time I do know what it is," answered Philip. "Brabazon has packed your cases. You'll find them in your rooms. You'd better add anything you think you might need and that doesn't include computer games. You won't have time. We're leaving sharp at eight tomorrow morning by car. Smart casuals." Adam laughed inwardly at the idea of 'smart casuals' for he had never seen Simon in any clothes that weren't smart. Then it occurred to him that the remark might have been for his benefit and that a ripped tee shirt and cut-offs might not be the thing. The meal over the boys took Lucy for a walk, but her sixth sense told her that she was in for a quiet weekend under the kindly, but less than exciting care of Brabazon and Mrs Green.
Saturday morning and the boys were up and ready, breakfasted and strapped into the back of Mr van den Berg's car, waiting for the off. Brabazon had already stowed their cases into the boot and was receiving his final instructions.
"Sorry to keep you waiting, boys," said Philip, starting the engine and heading for the London road. At this hour on a Saturday the streets hadn't even been aired and once they had reached the trunk road it was dual carriageway all the way to the suburbs. "This is what I've got in mind and I hope it meets with your approval. We're driving to my club where we'll be staying overnight. I'm sorry, but I was too late to book separate rooms for you. So I hope you have no objections to sharing." Philip paused and glanced in the rear view mirror to judge the boys' reactions. They were obviously trying to suppress a giggle, but Simon managed in a deadpan voice to say
"Well, we'll just have to learn to cope with that." They spent the rest of the journey wondering whether they had been busted or whether Philip really thought they never shared when they were at home and he wasn't prepared to give anything away.
"First thing we're going to visit is HMS Belfast, then a boat trip up the Thames to Westminster Bridge, followed by a ride on the London Eye."
"Wow!" said the boys in unison.
"We'll grab a spot of lunch somewhere, then I've managed to get tickets for the early performance of Billy Elliotafter which we'll dine back at the club." While the boys were absorbing all this, Philip continued. "Tomorrow we can go to the zoo and when we're ready we'll make our way home." The boys were obviously thrilled. "I think we'll keep it at that. I don't want you two boys going off to school all washed out Monday morning. I know they put you through it during the week. That's one of the reasons I like the school. But I want us all to get some rest and recuperation this weekend as well as enjoying ourselves."
For Adam this was an entirely new experience. For Simon it was the first time he had gone away since his mother died. He had had similar weekends before she had become ill, but they were centred round what his parents wanted to do and he came along too as it were. He was much younger then and didn't get so much out of the trips and also they hadn't been that often with his father's frequent business trips which mother occasionally went on.
The journey passed quickly and they were soon drawing up outside Mr van den Berg's club in the West End of London.
"Out you get boys. Have you got all you need?" All three of them got out. The commissionaire greeted him by name, he handed him the keys and asked him to park the car. They went into the club. Mr van den Berg signed himself in and registered the two boys. They were each given a key card and told which rooms they would be staying in. "The toilets are over there," he said pointing. "Otherwise we're ready to go."
"What about our luggage?" asked Adam.
"You'll find that in your room when we get back, or do you need something urgently?"
"No, no, Philip. I just didn't realise... "
"That's okay." He lowered his voice. "These London clubs are darn difficult to get into and it's expensive to be a member. I could only join because my father was a member and, if you wish, I hope you two will be able to gain membership one day. The amount of time I spend in London it's still cheaper and a lot more convenient than using hotels, the service is top class and you don't have to keep searching for loose change for tips." Adam was impressed and obviously very much on a voyage of discovery. "Still, no time to lose."
Philip led the way to Green Park Tube station, bought three go-anywhere-for-a-day tickets and they headed for the Jubilee Line to take them to London Bridge. After their tour of HMS Belfast they walked to the quay on the Thames and were lucky to get str8 onto a boat which took them upstream with a commentary to Westminster Bridge. From there it was but a short walk to the London Eye. Luckily the boys had thought to put their cameras in their pockets and the warm spring sun had dispersed any mist hanging over London so that the view from the Eye was magnificent. Adam just had to take a photo of Simon resplendent in dark blue trousers, medium blue shirt and a red spotted bandanna tied as a neckerchief. Mmm, thought Adam, he's still nursing that old war wound. Afterwards they walked through to Waterloo station, caught the Tube to Leicester Square and walked to Covent Garden where they found a pizza parlour and had lunch. The family was pleased to sit down for a bit and were served by a very helpful Chinese waitress who explained all the intricacies of the menu. Once refreshed they walked round the market area watching the various buskers. Philip pointed out the Royal Opera House.
"We won't be going there tonight. I think it's time we made our way to the Victoria Palace for the matinée." Back into the Tube and with one change they surfaced at Victoria, walked to the theatre and joined the queue to get in. Philip produced the tickets and they made their way to the front of the dress circle. Both boys were enthralled with the show, particularly Adam who understood why Simon found the dance classes at school so inspiring, and the physical prowess needed, in strength, stamina and co-ordination, meant that it was not the soft option or sissy activity many thought it was.
The family joined all the other members of the audience pouring out onto the streets of London, blinking as they reached the daylight. One stop on the Tube and they were back at Green Park and a short walk away from Philip's club.
"Dinner's at eight, boys. We'll meet in the bar just before and suits are de rigueur. I suggest you just chill out for a couple of hours."
"I'm knackered," exclaimed Adam as the door of their room swung closed behind them. They looked round the room and were impressed at the facilities - oak panelling, deep comfortable armchairs, more than adequate wardrobe space and en suitefacilities. Their suits had been hung to get rid of the wrinkles.
"Which bed do you want?" asked Simon.
"It doesn't matter, does it?" said Adam with a knowing smile. They may have been single beds, but with their generous width they were almost doubles. "The first thing I'm going to do is have a ziz."
"Does that mean a pee or a nap?"
"I meant a nap, but as you've mentioned it I'll have a pee first." Simon set the radio alarm to prevent them from oversleeping and within five minutes both boys were asleep on separate beds.
Simon was the first to wake. He got off his bed and went and lay down beside Adam on his.
"Are you awake?" he whispered in his ear.
"I am now," replied Adam, re-arranging the semi hard-on in his trousers.
"Do you feel like some fun?" Adam leant over, kissed him and said
"Mmm. What do you mean by fun?"
"What do you want to do?"
"Do you know what I really want to do?"
"No."
"I'll show you." At that he pulled Simon's shirt over his head. He started kissing him to get him in the mood, playing with his nipples and fingering his beautiful innie of a navel. His hands moved farther down, slid down the zip of his trousers and slipped inside. He could feel that Simon was sufficiently aroused to go further. "Time for you to remove these," and he undid his belt for him and the clasp at the top of his trousers. Simon did the rest of the work by peeling off his trousers and underpants in one go leaving everything free for Adam to jerk him off. It didn't take long before he spasmed his boy juice over his stomach and with a little help from Adam's finger it collected in his navel. As quick as lightning Adam stripped and immediately started to wank himself off and as he came, he aimed the white gold at Simon's stomach where it mingled with what was already there. He had reached his goal and could lean over his beloved, use his tongue to mix the shed boy juice further, then proceed to taste it, savour it and swirl it like some vintage wine round his mouth. Then he rose, lay alongside Simon and deeply kissed him so that they both could savour the joint produce of their loins. How long their enjoyment lasted they could not tell, but it was interrupted by the 'beep beep beep' of the alarm radio. It was time to get ready for dinner. They showered together, dried each other off, put on clean underwear and dressed. "Simon, you look stunning," and he did, dressed as he was in a blue suit under which he wore an azure blue cotton and lycra turtle neck pullover. Adam, who was wearing the conventional long-sleeved shirt and tie, leant over and kissed him on the cheek. "I so love you, Simon van den Berg. You are so good looking." From the photos in the house he had come to realise that Simon must have inherited his handsome features and black hair from his mother&rsqu o;s beauty.
They went downstairs, little finger holding little finger until they met people in the foyer, and went to the bar.
"Hallo, boys," said Philip. "Good rest?"
"Yes, thank you," said Adam. "Saved by the alarm clock."
"I've ordered drinks for you. I thought you might like to try these. If you don't like them, I'll get you something else."
"What is it?" asked Simon.
"Elderberry cordial with soda water and ice."
"Different," said Simon, "but I wish they hadn't put an umbrella and a cherry in it. People might think we're gay." The remark caught Adam just as he was sipping his drink and the resulting laughter made him snort it up his nose and cough. Philip appreciated the joke and said with a str8 face
"We certainly can't have them thinking that now, can we?" He was pleased to think that his boys were so comfortable with their situation as to be able to joke about it. At that moment a steward arrived.
"Mr van den Berg, your table is ready." Not having eaten since midday the boys were ravenous. They hadn't even had time to discover the minibar in their room, let alone raid it.
Once the three were seated in the dining room the waiter brought the menus.
"You are welcome to order whatever you want, but I suggest you do not order starters," said Philip. "The servings are most generous and after dessert, if you are still hungry, we can always order cheese."
"I can't find any burgers here," remarked Simon just to provoke.
"That's right," replied his father, "just as you won't find KFC chicken nuggets, pizza, dönor kebabs or baked beans. It's just that they get cold while being fetched from the chuck wagon round the corner," he continued, voice serious, but eyes smiling. In the end Adam selected duck with a cherry and cherry brandy sauce and Simon wanted steak.
"Which sort shall I order, Dad?"
"Well, rump is the most common, but it's luck whether it's tender. Here you will find it tender. It also has a good flavour. T-bone is overrated, but became popular because the government tried to ban it as a cause of vCJD. If you're setting out to enjoy steak, I suggest you try rib eye and here rare really means rare, that is almost raw with blood running out once you cut into it. Order medium this time and try medium rare next time. You'll have to experiment until you find what you like best." The waiter returned.
"Are you ready to order yet, Mr van den Berg?" He repeated the boys' order and added
"I'll take the Dover sole and bring an extra selection of vegetables, please."
While they were waiting for their food it gave Philip an opportunity to talk to the boys, for he knew that boys being boys conversation would be rather subdued while they were actually eating.
"Simon and Adam, the first thing I want to do is apologise to you both... " The boys raised their eyebrows wondering what was coming next. "... for the lack of time I've been able to spend with you recently and I trust this weekend will have gone some way to making up for it. Adam, I welcomed you into our family and yet there was no family to welcome you into and I regret that. Although it's only been a month or so I hope you are beginning to feel one of us. I recognise that in our separate ways we have been through the most atrocious times over the last year and I am hoping we can, without any disrespect to the departed, put them behind us. I want to propose a toast to us and the future." The three remained seated so as not to draw attention to themselves and drank the toast. There were a few moments' silence in memory of lost family. "Now, boys, from the little I have seen and the little I have heard from Brabazon, you get on very well together. I don't know how you think of one another, but I would like to think of you as brothers. Simon, your mother and I would have liked to have more children, but it wasn't to be." After a pause for thought Philip continued. "I'm going to correct what I said and I don't want to cause either of you any embarrassment, but I do know how you think of one another, closer than brothers, and if that brings you happiness, you will have my whole hearted support. Everyone has difficulties in their path through life; as gay young gentlemen you are going to have more than your fair share and although you will always be financially secure that cannot compensate for the other difficulties you may well encounter." Philip took a sip of his drink. "I'm sorry. I didn't want to bring the mood of the weekend down. I trust you've enjoyed it so far and tomorrow I thought about spending the day at the zoo, if that's what you'd like." At that moment the waiter brought the food.
Once the food had been served and the waiter had gone Adam spoke up.
"I think I can speak for Simon as well." He openly took hold of his hand on the table. "We have thoroughly enjoyed this weekend. Meeting him was the most wonderful thing that happened to me and I couldn't even have dreamt of what has happened to us since." Simon brought his other hand across and covered Adam's.
"I knew he was right for me when we met up by the wishing well. And another thing, Dad, Lucy took to him right away. Can we tell you this?" Simon gave Adam a look for encouragement. "We do also think of ourselves as boyfriends." Adam smiled his agreement.
"You must for your own good be discreet as far as that is concerned," said Philip. "What you do in private stays in private, but I don't want to receive a phone call to hear that you have been beaten up. The trouble is I feel so helpless in that direction. The gay world is so foreign to me. It didn't exist when I was growing up, even though we knew there were such people. Still, let's get on with this marvellous food before it grows cold."
"What did you think of Billy Elliot?' asked Philip.
"Great," said Adam. "When I started dance classes this week I was a bit doubtful about whether they were for me. However, now I've seen Billy Elliotin the flesh, I really want to learn to do something like that - at school I mean, for fun, not as a job."
"Did you see the film version?" asked Philip.
"Yes," said Adam, "and do you know what I remember most? The boy who played Billy... "
"Jamie Bell," added Simon.
"... had bright blue eyes, while the man who played him as an adult...
"Adam Cooper," interrupted Simon.
"... had brown eyes."
"It's fun looking for things like that. Do you remember the TV version of David Copperfieldwhere David as a boy was played by Daniel Radcliffe?"
"Oh swoon," said Adam.
"Well, in the play Daniel 'brackets swoon close brackets' Radcliffe is clearly right handed while Ciarán McMenamin who played the grown up David wrote left handed." At that moment the waiter arrived to enquire if everything was in order. After he had gone Simon leant over to his father, put his hand on his arm and confidentially enquired in a stage whisper "Dad, do you think he is gay?"
"Quite possibly. What makes you think so?"
"Look at his uniform."
"What am I looking for?" said Philip.
"The waistcoat barely comes down to his waist, the trousers are tight fitting and so they show off his bum and the front of them is flat - no fly - and they show off his package... "
"Package?"
"Dad, you know, his bulge."
"Yes, okay, thank you, Simon. I'm with you now."
"Well, no str8 guy would want to be seen dead looking like that."
"As I said, quite possibly. A lot of gay men are employed in service industries, especially in places like this because they tend to be more attentive and like working in a male environment." Philip realised his son was growing up fast and in one respect leaving him behind.
"Will you give him an extra big tip from us?"
"I told you. We don't give tips. It's against club rules. He would get the sack if it were reported. I would be admonished. It's all included in the subscription. They get higher pay than they would in a public restaurant and one of the reasons is that all club members expect the same high standard of service and tips could lead to some getting better service than others. If you look around carefully, you will see cash is never used. Each member receives an account at the end of the month which he is expected to settle by cheque or through his bank direct to the bursar before the next account is due. I have an arrangement that my account is always paid by direct debit and so I never have to worry about it."
The conversation over dinner continued in a lively manner. Philip said
"Simon, I like you in that azure turtle neck. It really suits you."
"Thanks, Dad."
"You've been wearing a lot of those recently. When we were children, it usually meant we were trying to conceal a love bite." At that two boys nearly choked over the mouthful they were chewing. "I'm sorry. I seem to have said the wrong thing." Adam just kept his head down. The more assured Simon pulled the turtleneck down with his finger and said
"Look, Dad." Trying to change the subject, but not quite succeeding, Philip said
"Adam, is that one of your school shirts you're wearing?"
"That's right. I didn't have anything else to go with the suit."
"My dear boy, I'm so sorry. If you need anything like that, just ask. It looks as if we must fit in a shopping expedition tomorrow. I don't know what time the shops open on Sunday, but I think we ought to get it done as soon as possible and then we can spend as long as we like at the zoo."
By this time the family had finished their main course and had great difficulty selecting from the dessert list. Even when they had ordered, they found that even the most ordinary sounding sweets were far from ordinary and came in extra large portions with all the extras as standard.
"I don't know if this will interest you, boys, but I'd like to take you on one of my business trips to South Africa during the summer holidays. You will have to amuse yourselves while I'm actually doing business, but then I can plan something for us to do for a couple of weeks. However, I must remind you that it will be winter there - rainy and cool, but not as cold as here. Think about it and let me know."
The boys were amazed that it was gone half past ten when they had finally finished.
"I think we all need an early night," said Philip. "Don't hurry in the morning. We've got to wait till the shops open, and don't wait for me for breakfast. It's an informal affair. I am sure you will be recognised, but if not, just show your key card. Also you will need to pack and vacate your room by twelve. Leave your cases in the room and they'll be taken to the car for you. I hope you've enjoyed your day." The boys said their thank yous in an appreciative way and said good night. Philip kissed them both on the cheek before saying good night himself. Locked in their room the boys sat in the armchairs and chatted about the day. Simon opened his suitcase and took out a laptop.
"You've got a laptop as well, Si?"
"Well, yes, but you've got one too. Haven't you looked in the drawers of your desk?" Adam had to admit he hadn't. Simon downloaded from his camera the pictures he had taken. "If we've got time in the morning I'll show you some pictures from my 'special' folders," and he tapped his nose with his forefinger as he said it. "And now I want nothing more than to make mad passionate love to you. I can already feel a stiffie coming on."
Adam and Simon had a lazy morning and when they eventual surfaced and went down to breakfast they found Philip already there studying the financial sections of the Sunday papers.
"Good morning, boys. Did you sleep well?"
"Yes, thanks," they chorused.
"I'm absolutely starving," said Adam.
"Well, go and help yourselves. It's a buffet at weekends." When they returned, Philip continued. "I'm afraid the shops don't open until twelve on a Sunday. So I suggest if we go shopping, we leave the zoo for another weekend. I hope you're not too disappointed." Simon looked at Adam, Adam looked at Simon.
"I think, Dad, and Adam will agree, that we're both knackered and that it might be an idea to do the shopping, go home early and chill out." Adam nodded.
"Okay, that sounds fair enough. It would be easy enough to organise another trip up here and if we tried to do both, I don't think we'd do justice to either. Also I do remember saying something about you being fit for school tomorrow. Fine, I'll make the arrangements and as I told you, make sure you're packed and the cases will be put in the car. Just hand your key cards in before we go."
It was six o'clock when the three pulled up on the drive at home. The shopping expedition had extended beyond shirts for Adam, and both boys took carrier bags into the house. Brabazon welcomed them home, followed by an excited Lucy. Philip arranged dinner for seven, while Adam and Simon's first duty was to take Lucy out for walkies. They changed into their new corporate identity lycra running gear and decided to take the nostalgia trail to the wishing well. For all their efforts running, and they were by no means slow, Lucy barely broke into a trot to keep up with them. Back home they put on tracksuits for dinner, not approved wear from Brabazon's point of view, afterwards watched television for an hour, and then showered and retired to bed early. There was no fun that night, only serious tiredness. They both slept like tops.
The following morning Simon and Adam woke up ready to go. They had made a wise decision to cut short their activities in London. They showered together out of respect for the environment, not of course because they wanted a little sexual relief before the facing rigours of all those gorgeous boys at school. Adam was surprised to find his other school uniform hanging ready in his wardrobe as the one he'd worn the previous week had been removed by Brabazon for 'valeting'. The weather looked threatening, but it was dry enough to cycle. They carried their freshly laundered and carefully packed sportswear in their backpacks. It was not an arduous ride to school, particularly as they were so fit anyway, and most of it could be taken on dedicated cycle paths to avoid the hazards of motor traffic. Meeting in their tutor room was just like any other day. Adam felt at home and fully integrated with the other boys. And so the morning ran a smooth course with its built in advantage of a day's academic work timetabled into a single morning. Simon and Adam were just going to wash their hands for lunch when they felt a pat on their backsides.
"God, Simon, you're an animal," laughed Adam. "You can't leave... "
"That wasn't me," protested Simon. "I thought it was you... " At that they were interrupted by a voice behind them. They looked round and saw Tony. He put his hands in the air and said
"Hi, guys, I cannot tell a lie. It was me." Simon provocatively stuck his tongue out at Adam and grinned.
"Oh, in that case carry on," said Adam, lifting up his jacket to aid access. "I didn't think it was Simon. He usually treats me a lot rougher."
"Ooh, you fibber, Adam Neave," riposted Simon. "You'll pay for that when I get you home."
"Is that before or after supper?" asked Adam wriggling his eyebrows.
"Hey, guys, I'm still here - Tony, you do remember me, don't you?"
"Sorry, Tony luv," said Simon continuing to camp it up. "How could we forget?" and he pouted. Tony was laughing so much he couldn't get out what he originally wanted to say.
"I just wanted to ask if I could join you for lunch."
"But you usually do," replied Simon.
"I know, but I mean just the three of us. Perhaps we can find a table in the corner somewhere?" Suddenly the conversation had taken on a serious tone.
"Nothing wrong?" asked Adam sympathetically.
"Mmm no, not wrong exactly. I just want to ask you something... something private... and I think you guys are probably the best people to ask." Adam shrugged his shoulders and looked at Simon.
"Okay by us," said Simon. The three boys went and had a pee, washed their hands and sauntered off towards the dining hall to join the queue.
After collecting their food they took their trays to the remote end of the dining room and our boys sat Tony at the end of the table while they sat either side of him and let him open the conversation.
"Er... we all know you're gay, Simon... " Tony blushed.
"Does the Queen wear a crown?" said Simon.
"But are you as well, Adam?" Adam, however, sensed it was not the time for a comical reply.
"Is that what you wanted to ask us?" said Simon.
"Shh, Si," said Adam "and listen. This sounds serious. Yes, Tony. I came out a year or so ago with my ex-best friend. My parents took it okay, but his didn't and they stopped us being friends."
"Oh, sorry. It's just that I just wanted to make sure before... " Tony's voice was reduced to a whisper which was hard to hear in a dining hall full of noisy schoolboys. "... before I say this." Our two boys strained their ears to hear him. "It's just that I'm pretty sure I'm gay too and I don't know what to do about it."
"I take it then you haven't got a boyfriend," said Adam.
"Have you ever done stuff with another boy?"
"No, but that's it. I'd like to. It's all I think about when I go to bed at nights and when I wake up in the morning."
"And does that make you wank?" asked Simon.
"Nothing like the direct question," said Adam.
"Every time and I usually have to go off to the bog for one during the day at school. I feel so tense if I don't."
"Would you like us to help you with that?" said Adam. Tony blushed.
"Would you?"
"No promises," said Simon, " but after activities take a long time changing. We'll do the same to make sure we're the last in the shower and if it's all clear we'll give you a hand - as it were." All three giggled.
"Really?"
"Well, it's just a one off," said Adam "and we'll try and come up with some suggestions. Lunch together tomorrow?" The other two boys agreed.
"We'd better eat up or we'll be late for cricket nets," said Simon.
Tony made sure he was last in to change by volunteering to help put the kit away. Adam and Simon were in a different group and were killing time by sitting on the bench chattering. As Mr Bendall, one of the games masters, walked by he said
"Come along, boys. All the hot water will be gone by the time you get into the showers." At that moment Tony arrived.
"All right, guys? I'm not too late, am I?"
"Calm down and take it steady," said Simon.
"I can't. I'm bursting for a you know what." By this time the other boys had finished their shower and were drying off or getting back into their school uniforms. They stripped and walked along to the showers. The last remnants of the various classes were still in there.
"Ooh. He wasn't kidding," said Adam. "The water isn't hot any more." They stood in a row under the showerheads, Tony in the middle, with their backs towards the entrance. Tony illustrated a certain irony and that is when you get a group of guys together the shortest always compensates for his lack of height with an extra large portion of between his legs. Simon reached across and took Tony's already stiff cock in his hand and did the business. There was no finesse and Tony didn't take long in coming, but it was sufficient to establish a bond between the three. He was about to sort Adam out when the heard Mr Bendall's voice outside the shower room.
"Hurry up, you three. I won't tell you again. Private study's at half past four." It was the deliberate way he pronounced 'privates study' and the emphasis which made them think they had been busted, but any guilty thoughts were now interrupted by a gush of really cold water which killed any further thoughts of passion and shrivelled the means to satisfy it. Mr Bendall had switched off the power for heating the water.
Back home Simon and Adam were discussing Tony while taking Lucy for her walkies.
"Adam, do you think we helped him at all today?"
"Mmm, hard to say. At least he knows he's got some people to talk to and confide in."
"That puts a big responsibility on us 'cos we daren't mention it to anyone else."
"He really needs a boyfriend, or at least a best mate who's gay," said Adam. "We can't do much about that."
"Why?"
"Well, we don't know who's gay."
"You don't."
"Only 'cos you won't tell me."
"I thought it better for you to find out than to be prejudiced by me."
"You said there were two among the ones who came and played football in the holidays, Si. Tony was obviously one and wasn't he the one that wanted to go skinny-dipping in the pool?"
"That's right. I'm going to leave you guessing for a bit longer about the other one."
"I know what. Do you think it would be possible to have Tony over for a sleepover one weekend?"
"Let's ask Dad. Of course you know what the difficulty will be, don't you?"
"What?"
"Not Dad, but Brabazon. He won't enter into the spirit of the thing. Instead of a sleeping bag in one of our rooms, he'll insist on setting up a guest room properly for him. I think we'll have to educate Brabazon in the modern ways."
"Good luck with that." Suddenly they heard a splash and there was Lucy in the lake, wagging her tail, trying to make friends with the ducks who were swimming away as quickly as possible.
"Damn! We'll have to dry her off now before she can come into the house," said Simon.
Lucy was more or less dry when they arrived back, just as Philip was arriving as well. Brabazon opened the door, greeted Mr Philip, announced that supper would be a cold collation at 8.15 and put Mr Philip's car away in the garage. It was a good opportunity to sneak Lucy in and upstairs out of the way. A quick brush and comb and no one would know the difference.
In the dining room the boys collected together the bits and pieces they wanted eat and sat down with Philip.
"Dad," said Simon "do you think we could have a friend over for the weekend?"
"I don't see why not. Do I know him?"
"It's Tony," said Adam.
"Oh, I remember, plays in the hockey team. You'd better have a word with Brabazon and I'll have to ring his parents."
"We haven't asked him yet, but could you have a word with Brabazon and explain what a sleepover is, or he'll insist on putting him in a spare room and that's not the point."
"Anyway, we'll ask him tomorrow," said Adam.
"By the way, Simon and Adam, I'm home now for at least a month and that'll include half term. So get your thinking caps on and see what we can organise."
Next day at school Simon, Adam and Tony had lunch together at the far end of the dining room.
"We've had a chat at home," said Simon.
"And we'd like to invite you to spend the weekend with us," continued Adam.
"On a sleepover.'
"Hey, guys, do you mean that?"
"A gay guys' weekend together," whispered Simon conspiratorially.
"We've got nothing particular on this weekend. Ask your parents if it's okay... "
"And my father will phone your parents to confirm it."
By half past seven that night everything was arranged. Tony's mother would pick up all three boys after school on Friday and deliver them to Simon and Adam's home, then pick them up on Monday morning in time for school. In that way there would be no complications with bicycles and the boys would arrive together. Over dinner that Tuesday evening the boys were animated as they discussed the forthcoming weekend with Philip.
"Dad, have you managed to fix Brabazon over the rooms yet?"
"Come on. Give me a break, Simon. Miracles I can perform. The impossible takes a little longer." A long throat clearing heralded Brabazon's entry to serve the main course. Simon blushed and stared at his cutlery. Brabazon served after which he pointedly asked
"Is there anything else I can help you with, Mister Philip?"
"I'll have a word with you after dinner, Brabazon," said Philip in an authoritative tone that restored the equilibrium of the household.
After dinner there was still an hour's light left to take Lucy for her walkies. With a meal to digest a run was out of the question, but Tuesday's dance and gym classes had been sufficient exercise for the day.
"Adam, what exactly are we going to do when Tony's here?"
"Well, swimming, play football, snooker, play CDs, watch DVDs, walk Lucy... the normal things we do over a weekend, I suppose," he answered obtusely.
"No, dork, you know what I mean."
"No, I don't."
"Well, you know... stuff. You know he's begging for it."
"Oh, stuff. Why didn't you say so? Why ask me?"
"You're more experienced than I am in this sort of thing."
"Am I supposed to feel flattered?"
"Now you are just being awkward," said Simon pinching Adam's bum and kissing him on the cheek. They got cheered and jeered at by a group of youths they hadn't noticed playing soccer in the park. Lucy gave a single bark and they hurried on so as not to provoke any trouble.
"I think," said Adam "we'd better let Tony set the pace. After all, we didn't go all the way for several weeks."
"On the other hand he might seduce us."
"We'll wait for that to happen. The worse thing we could do is force anything upon him and if we go through the weekend without doing anything... "
"Stuff?"
"... then we two shall just have to make up for it with an early night on Monday." It was Adam's turn to pinch Simon's bottom, but he didn't dare risk a kiss in public.
On Friday the boys were keenly looking forward to their weekend guest. The Brabazon thing had been settled, but not without a few sighs of 'What would your father have said, Mr Philip?' and Philip putting his foot down with a firm hand. The compromise was that a spare room would be made available in case 'Master Anthony' should change his mind. How things would have panned out if Mr Philip had been away didn't bear thinking about. Anyway at ten past six the three were discharged from Tony's mother's 4 x 4. Brabazon opened the front door and Lucy ran out and greeted them enthusiastically. As Tony carried his bits and pieces into the house, Simon pointed at his sleeping bag and said with a knowing smile
"I don't think you'll be needing that," and laughed. Brabazon overheard and put on his 'I told you so' look. Philip was there to meet Tony and his mother and he invited her in for a drink while the boys were settling in. She said she had to get home as domestic duties called. Brabazon told the three boys to bring down their school uniforms for valeting and informed them that dinner would be at seven.
"Do you always take dinner at seven?" asked Tony, slightly taking the mick.
"No," answered Simon seriously. "Only if Dad's here and the time can change according to his business commitments. When he's away, we have tea in the kitchen. Brabazon runs the household. He's the butler and you must always call him 'Brabazon', by the way, and he likes things done properly in the old fashioned way. Have you ever seen Jeeves and Woosteron TV? He's a bit like that. You see, Dad's away on business a lot of the time and now my mother's dead the staff are more important in running the house and looking after us." Meanwhile the boys had reached their bedrooms and Tony was stowing his gear in Simon's room. They got out of their school clothes and put some comfortable casual clothes on.
"Tell me, Adam," said Tony, "are you and Simon related, like a stepbrother or a cousin?"
"It's a long story," said Adam, "but basically my parents died in a road accident last year and I became an orphan. The van den Bergs adopted me - although it's not official yet - but if everything works out I shall legally become Mr van den Berg's ward and he'll be my guardian till I'm eighteen and I suppose then Simon and I will officially be stepbrothers... I don't really know."
"And you are both gay, aren't you?" asked Tony insistently.
"As the rainbow," answered Simon, striking a ballet pose.
"Yes, both of us," replied Adam.
"Is that why you're together?"
"Mmm, it might have something to do with it," mused Simon. They heard the gong. "That's Brabazon telling us to get ready for dinner. Don't forget your school uniform. Just put it on a hanger and we'll take it down with ours."
Dinner consisted of a light salad buffet. Philip and the three boys collected what they wanted and sat down at the dining table together.
"So what are you three going to do this weekend?"
"Hang and chill," replied Simon.
"And in English?"
"We haven't any definite plans," said Adam.
"We just want to mess around and rest after a hard week at school," said Tony.
"After dinner we'll take Lucy for a run and then can we go for a swim?" asked Simon.
"That's okay. I'll be around. Just let me know when you go down to the pool."
"Then tomorrow we want to go into town," continued Adam. "We've got some shopping to do and we'll have lunch at Burger Star."
"Don't forget to let Brabazon know that you won't be in for lunch."
"And we'll worry about Sunday when it comes along," said Simon.
"When I was discussing arrangements with Brabazon, he was expecting to provide a full Sunday roast. So I'll ask him to keep that for the evening and if you think of anywhere you'd like to go, let me know. I could do with some hanging and chilling."
"Daad! Grown ups don't say things like that," protested Simon. "It's pants," and the other three burst out laughing.
Lucy took her humans on the well-worn path round the lake, through the park and up the hill to the wishing well. She still couldn't understand why the ducks, geese and swans wouldn't make friends with her. Simon and Adam wondered whether she remembered the significance of the wishing well, but on this occasion it gave them an opportunity to satisfy Tony's curiosity by explaining to him how they met.
"So you're like boyfriends as well?" enquired Tony.
"That's what we think of ourselves as," said Adam, "rather than stepbrothers or whatever."
"And do you do... er... stuff together?"
"Oh, yes, of course," said Simon as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "Otherwise we'd just be friends... or best mates, or something like that."
"How did you know you wanted to become boyfriends?"
"It just happened," said Adam. "I was out taking a run, we met on the way up to the wishing well here. I saw Simon, who was also on a run with Lucy, I looked at him and thought 'wow, what a stunner!'. I don't know what Simon thought, but we stopped and chatted by the well and that was it until weeks later I was adopted by the van den Bergs." Simon smiled at him. "Well, it wasn't quite it. I couldn't stop thinking about Simon and while I hoped to meet him again, I didn't ever think I would even though I came on runs again up here at roughly the same time in case he was walking Lucy."
"What about you, Simon?"
"Much the same. When I saw Adam, I was taken by how fit he looked and thought I must talk to him. I'm not usually such a slut chatting up attractive boys, but he was different, and at the end when we parted I just knew that his name was Adam and that he came from the local orphanage. I had several sleepless nights - not to mention a sore nob - because of him and I finally plucked up courage to talk to Dad about it. He didn't like the idea of me spending so much time alone in the house since Mum died, even though Brabazon and Mrs Green were there to look after me, and he thought up this plan to try and find Adam, and if all went well to invite him to become part of our family. And well, here we are." Simon and Adam exchanged the kind of looks that only two infatuated teenage boys could exchange.
Lucy gave a bark to remind her humans that it was beginning to get dark and time to make for home.
"What kind of things do you get up to when you're doing stuff?" asked Tony persistently. 'Stuff' had become the word of the weekend and would now raise a laugh whenever it was spoken, rather like 'dodgy' in Get Real.
"If we haven't answered that question by Monday, ask us again," said Adam with a grin. Adam and Simon didn't mind being asked these questions by Tony for this was what the weekend was all about, helping him come to terms with being gay, what it entailed and making him feel comfortable. Simon had known him for almost three years and knew that he was not only intelligent, but had a sharp brain that would not tolerate any intellectual sloppiness.
The three boys arrived home, let in by Brabazon.
"Hey, Dad, we're back," called out Simon and went to look for him in his study, but found him instead watching TV. "We're going swimming now." Adam and Tony followed Simon into the television room and said hello, then they all went down to the swimming pool.
"I'll just go and fetch my bathers," said Tony. "I remembered to bring them this time."
"I wouldn't bother," answered Simon. "There's only Dad and Brabazon in the house and they won't come down unless we press the emergency alarm. We've got a supply of towels and bathrobes down there." Adam took a key from the board in the games room and unlocked the pool. Once in the changing room they stripped off all their clothes.
"Wow!" called out Adam, his mouth open and tongue hanging out. Simon looked round and Tony blushed. "Hey, Tony, you've shaved off all your pubes."
"Yeah, well," he stuttered.
"That's way cool, man," said Simon.
"I like," added Adam. "What made you decide?" Tony got redder and redder.
"Well, I saw it on this website and it made them look so hot when you could see all their equipment. So I thought I'd try it." Adam looked at Simon and Simon looked back at Adam.
"What do you reckon, Si?"
"I reckon when we're in town tomorrow we ought to buy a packet of razors and some shave gel and try it ourselves," said Adam.
"You're on - and it'll save all that unwanted dental floss when we're giving each other head."
"Eugh, you two are gross," protested Tony.
"That's another thing you might well want to change your mind about by Monday morning," said Adam and dived into the pool.
Once in the pool the boys had fun and frolics chasing each other around with a whole lot of butt slapping and dick-tag. When they'd decided they'd had enough, they got out.
"Don't forget to shower, Tony," said Simon. "I don't want to have my room smelling of chlorine all night." As they stood under the shower Tony grew a huge boner.
"You can save that for later," said Adam at which Simon switched the water over to cold which amidst screams proved an instant solution. He then went to the cupboard and got out three towels, three bathrobes and three towelling 'loin cloths'. The boys carried their clothes upstairs, told Philip they were out of the pool and went to the kitchen for cocoa and biscuits. Brabazon automatically took their clothes.
"Don't worry, Tony," said Simon. "They'll be laundered and ready for the morning." Cocoa and biscuits consumed and after Lucy had been given her dog biscuits, the boys said good night to Brabazon, went to the television room, said good night to Philip and went up to bed.
Once in their rooms Adam and Simon put the 'Do not disturb' notices on the door handles outside their room. Adam slipped off his bathrobe and went through the bathroom to Simon's room.
"What were you saying, Tony, about a website where they shave their pubes?"
"Can you show us?" said Simon, booting up his computer.
"If I can remember the address," said Tony and sat down at the desk ready to type it in. This was something Simon and Adam hadn't done, or at least hadn't since they'd been together. They'd had too much to do and the computers in the orphanage had parent control on them anyway. 'Oh gross, disgusting' were some of the comments made as the page came up and yet not one of them could pull himself away. Instead all three were nursing excruciating stiffies. Finally Simon said
"Time for bed, said Zebedee," and Adam and Simon went into the bathroom to clean their teeth. After Tony had cleaned his he asked
"Where am I sleeping?" Simon pointed at his bed and Tony climbed in. Simon and Adam pulled off their 'loin cloths' and climbed in either side of him and left the bedside lamp on. They rolled back the duvet and it wasn't long before Tony felt two hands groping under his 'loin cloth' which within seconds disappeared. He was already hard and just lay back and thought of England when Adam leant over and started to lick his stiffie. He couldn't protest - not that he wanted to - for while Simon was fondling his balls at the bottom end his tongue had just slipped through Tony's lips at the top end.
The sun had risen for several hours when the mass of three bodies entwined finally woke. All three boys were sporting morning wood made uncomfortable by a full bladder. They looked at each other, Adam and Simon grinning, Tony bewildered. Finally all three went into the bathroom and peed together, having a swordfight while trying to keep their streams within the bowl, then back to bed. Feeling Tony's smooth groin our boys were even more convinced that they should shave theirs. They snuggled and cuddled together and it wasn't long before three orgasms were achieved. Adam reached across and looked at his watch.
"If we're going to have time to go into town, we'd better think about getting up." Once the decision had been made they had no difficulty in showering and getting dressed. They went downstairs and said good morning to Mrs Green who had masterminded brunch that morning. The boys tucked in, knowing that burgers apart it would be the evening before they got fed again.
"Mrs Green, where's Dad?"
"Taking Lucy for a walk."
"And Brabazon?"
"Having a day off. I think he's gone to visit his sister. How did you boys sleep?"
"Very well, thank you, Mrs Green," said Tony.
"We didn't," said Adam with a twinkle in his eye and Tony wondered what was coming next. "Tony snores."
"I do not!" protested Tony and the other two laughed.
"Is there a mess upstairs for me tidy?" asked Mrs Green.
"No. We made the bed," said Simon.
"Beds," said Adam, emphasising the s.
"Did you find your clean clothes? Brabazon put them on the chairs outside your rooms."
"Oh, we forgot about those," said Simon. "We'll put them away when we go up to clean our teeth."
When they were ready to go, Simon said
"Of course we'll have to walk. We left our bikes at school, didn't we?"
"We'd have had to have given Tony a bar anyway," said Adam.
"He'd have enjoyed that," added Simon.
"Hallo, chaps," piped up Tony. "You've forgotten me again. You're talking about me, not to me."
"Oh, Tony," said Simon, "how could we possibly have forgotten such a humongous sex-god as you?" and gave him a great big wet kiss on his cheek. "And that kiss reminds me. We haven't had payback time yet for a little incident at school earlier this term." Adam looked puzzled until Simon pointed to a place on his own neck where the skin was still a slightly different shade from the rest.
"Ooh, yes," said Adam nodding.
"What, guys?" asked Tony.
"Oh, nothing," said Simon with an evil grin on his face.
It took twenty minutes or so to reach the shopping centre. A square in the middle had been pedestrianised and now attracted market stalls, buskers and people who just liked to sit in the spring sunshine and watch the world go by. It was this last group that the boys joined.
"Let's spend a few minutes boywatching," said Simon. "We're not in any hurry."
"That's the great thing about this time of year," said Adam. "The guys come out in shorts and tee shirts."
"Yeah, but they're not real shorts like we wear school. You can't see the their thighs and bulges," added Tony.
"Or their butts," added Simon.
"Hey, I like this," said Tony. They watched as a lad about their age came along, perhaps taller than average, slim, wearing a pair of those bright white polyester sweats that aren't sweats because they only come down to just below the knee, and a tank top.
"Yeah, look at that see-through material," said Adam. "I wouldn't mind a pair of those."
"What, and become a chav?" retorted Simon. "Yeu-kee!"
"Bet he's wearing boxers," said Tony. "No bulge and you can see the outline of his dick."
"Mmm, dresses on the right," chimed in Simon. "How inelegant."
"But what a dick!" said Adam. "Wouldn't mind a bit of that."
"You slut," said Simon.
"You're saying you'd say no, Si?"
"Shh!" said Tony. "He'll hear us. I don't want a fat lip."
"There are three of us," protested Adam.
"And if you can tear your eyes away from his crotch for a moment, you'll notice he's with four mates," said Tony.
"Still wish I had my camera with me," ended Simon.
"Don't forget you've got some shopping to do, lads," said Tony.
"Ooh, nearly forgot that," said Simon. "Boots or Lloyds?"
"Superdrug. It's easier to find stuff." They went into Superdrug which was quite close. While they were selecting wet razors and shave gel Tony said
"If you're really going to do this... "
"No," said Simon, " youare going to do it for us. You're the expert."
"You mean I'm going to have to touch your sweaty balls?" protested Tony.
"You're getting fussy. It didn't seem to worry you last night," said Adam. At that a middle aged lady shopper gave them a filthy look and they remembered where they were.
"Either way," continued Tony "you're going to have to trim the excess off with scissors first. And if I'm going to do that I'm going to buy some waxing patches."
"Nasty," said Adam.
"Oh no you're not," said Simon. "I've got a better idea. If we go along to Argos, we can get a battery operated hair trimmer. Dad's got one. It doubles as an electric razor."
With all the purchases made, the boys wandered round the market stalls.
"Hey, I like that," said Tony and pointed out a bracelet plaited from various strands of rainbow coloured leather. They all decided to buy, except that Simon and Adam bought two each as they thought they would make nice little gifts for any sympathetic friends.
"My stomach's telling me it's burger time," said Adam and they looked at their watches.
"I didn't realise it was so late," said Simon "and don't forget we've still got to choose a DVD for tonight." They made their way towards Burger Star. It was an independent burger house and thrived on the custom from the boys at school who said it was much superior to the two international chains. [Names not mentioned to avoid a libel suit. The clown certainly has no sense of humour as far as his products are concerned.] They chose to sit at a table opposite the entrance where they could check out the clientele as they went in and out, and they certainly weren't disappointed. Also their rather personal remarks were largely drowned out by the general din in the place. They still had plenty of time to proceed at a leisurely pace for they only had to be ready for dinner at seven, although with Mrs Green in charge rather than Brabazon procedures were not quite so strict. They also wanted to take Lucy for her walkies before rather than after dinner so that the rest of the evening would be their own.
After feasting their stomachs and their eyes, they strolled to the DVD store.
"What do you want to watch, Tony?" asked Simon.
"Don't mind. I'd rather watch something I haven't seen before."
"Hey, look at this, guys," exclaimed Adam. "They've got Get Real. It's about this kid at school who's gay and comes out. I've heard it's quite funny, but I've never got around to seeing it."
"Shall we go for that then?"
"S'all right by me," said Tony, "but it's a '15'"
"You'd better not take it through then, Tony. Give it to Adam. He's the tallest." Adam handed it to the spotty youth on the check out.
"You guys into this sort of movies, then?" All three blushed. "It's all right. You're among friends," he said as he took off the security tag. "If you want any more like that, just ask me," he said with a knowing look. "Iwork here on Saturdays and Sundays." They noticed his name badge said 'Colin'.
"Thanks, Colin, we'll remember that," said Adam as he took the video and his change. He was sure he noticed something move in Colin's jeans, but he didn't want to stare, or rather he did want to stare, but didn't dare. They left while they were winning. At least he hadn't asked their age. With that they walked the twenty minutes back to Simon and Adam's home.
While they were walking Lucy, Adam said
"How did that Colin in the video shop know we were gay?"
"He spotted your limp wrist when you handed him the money."
"More likely he noticed you standing there with your hand on your hip, Si."
"I did not," retorted Simon.
"Guys, guys," objected Tony, "when you've finished slagging each other off, just think. It's obvious. Three hunky boys... "
"Who's the third?" asked Simon sniffily.
"Me, of course, but let me finish. Three hunky boys together, standing in front of him, each wearing identical rainbow gay bracelets on their wrists, buying a gay DVD, and he's gay as well. It's not exactly difficult now, is it?"
"Hmm," said Adam, "put like that I s'pose not. Are we that obvious?"
"Obviously, said Simon. "We'd better watch ourselves. We don't want to get beaten up." Lucy barked at the boys to remind them it was her walkies and that she was the centre of attention.
Dinner was a very sociable affair. Philip had the knack of keeping the boys entertained by asking the right questions and getting them to talk about themselves, school and what they had been doing that day.
"What film did you get?"
"Get Real," said Tony. "It's about a boy like us and how he comes out to his mates at school and his parents."
"Do you mind if I watch it with you?"
"Not at all," said Tony. Adam and Simon felt relieved. They would have hesitated and not known what to reply.
"You can play it on the big screen in the TV room," said Philip. "It'll be better than watching it upstairs."
Philip and Tony sat in the great big leather armchairs while Simon and Adam sat with their arms round one another on the settee with Lucy curled up at their feet. At the end of the film Philip asked Mrs Green to bring cocoa and biscuits into the TV room.
"Well, boys, what did you think of that?" asked Philip. "I noticed you were laughing quite a bit."
"It could have been any one of us," said Tony.
"Is there any problem like that at your school?"
"No, not really," said Simon.
"Everybody seems pretty tolerant," added Adam. "More so than at my last school. Okay, there's the odd bit of teasing, but nothing malicious."
"Steve Carter made me melt," said Tony. "His voice is so sexy. On the other hand John Dixon did nothing for me. Kevin Gardner did more, revolting as he was." Simon looked at his watch and said
"Dad, I think it's time we went upstairs." He took the DVD out of the player to take up with him. All three boys wished Philip good night and left the TV room. "No, Lucy, you're stopping down here," Simon.
Once up in Adam's room it was time for the big shave-in.
"Where are we going to do this?" he said.
"In the shower," said Simon.
"No, don't do it there." said Tony. "All the hair will block up the plug hole. Lie on the bed and we'll have to collect the hair. Spread out a big towel first."
"I'll go downstairs and fetch some plastic bags," said Adam. While Adam was gone Tony said to Simon
"If I'm going to shave you, there's something I want from you."
"What's that?"
"Proper sex."
"What a full shagging?"
"That's right - from both of you."
"Okay, we'll talk it over when Adam gets back. We didn't think you'd be ready yet." The door opened and Adam came in clutching some carrier bags. He put the 'Do not disturb' sign on the door before closing it and locking it.
"Tell Adam what you just told me."
"I want you two to f... " Adam and Simon gave Tony a look. "To shag me." Simon and Adam looked at one another telepathically.
"Okay," said Adam, "but it won't happen tonight. The first time's not easy and we'd have to do the preparation on you tonight and then if you really want us to go ahead, tell us tomorrow."
"Fine. Who's first?"
"You go first, Adam, as you were the first to spot Tony."
Adam stripped off his clothes and lay on his back on his bed. Tony took the hair trimmer which had been on charge since they'd got in from town and got to work. Adam immediately popped a boner.
"That's okay," said Tony. "It makes it easier to shave the hair underneath your dick, but I can't use it on your balls. The skin's too loose and crinkly and the trimmer will nick it and make it bleed." The first part of the job over, Adam collected the loose hair and put it into a bag. Next came the real shaving. Shaving the remaining stubble was easy, shaving the scrotal hair a little more tricky, but although Adam lay there tense Tony completed the task without injury, one advantage of having tight nuts.
"You'd best go and shower off now." Simon took his turn on the bed. The first part was just as easy as it had been with Adam, the second part a little more difficult as Simon sported a pair of low hangers which were harder to handle. When all was over he showered off the residue, then Tony went and had his shower.
"What do you think, Si?" said Adam as they looked at themselves in the full-length mirror on the sliding doors of Adam's wardrobe.
"Yeah, I think I like it. Makes me look a bit like a preteen."
"Not with what you've got hanging between your legs," said Adam with a giggle and ran his hand over Simon's smooth groin.
"What about you?"
"It feels a bit breezy, a bit cold, but looks very sexy."
"I can see that." Adam was sporting wood. Simon fetched three 'loin cloths' out of the linen cupboard in the bathroom. Tony came out of the bathroom to compare and to admire his handiwork. He was beginning to show a little five o'clock shadow.
"I'll sort that in the morning."
Adam booted up his computer.
"Tony, if you're sure you want to go the whole way, you'd better read this." The topology site had appeared and Tony read avidly.
"I see why you're being so cautious. Can you e-mail me the link to this site? If I write it down now, I'll lose it."
"I warn you now," said Simon. "If we perform the dark deed it'll be a bit mechanical. You'll find it rather different when you get a boyfriend of your own and make love to him for the first time. The topology site'll help you there. Are you ready?" Tony nodded. "Kneel on the edge of the bed. Adam'll do this. He's got bigger fingers than me." Adam lifted the flap of the 'loin cloth' and Tony flinched as he felt the cold of the K-Y gel against his crack. Adam went to work with the expertise he'd gained through his relationship with Simon and he soon had Tony grunting and gasping. He massaged his prostate and knew the job was done when Tony shot his load into the front of the white towelling 'loin cloth'.
"Can it get better than that?" asked Tony.
"If you take care and do it properly I can assure you it can," answered Adam.
The boys noticed that in the meantime it had got completely dark - not completely for there was still a slight glow from the set sun in the north west - but dark enough for moths to be hurling themselves at the windows. Adam drew the curtains and with just the bedside light on the three boys climbed into Adam's bed and the fun began.
They woke early the next morning. Whether it was in anticipation of what was to come or simply that they were relaxed from the previous day didn't matter.
"Tony, are you still up for it?" asked Simon.
"Sure."
"Right," said Adam. "You've got to make up your mind that sex is a messy business and can have an unpleasant side. So the first thing you have to do is take a dump, then have a shower and do the best you can to clean your hole afterwards. The best thing would be to have an enema."
"What's that?" asked Tony.
"You squirt warm water up you arse, hold it in as long as possible, then squirt it out again. It saves your boyfriend getting shit on his cock," answered Simon.
"Mmm, yummy."
"But we're not really into that. If you want to know more about it there's a story on the web that goes into quite a bit of detail," said Adam. While Tony was in the bathroom, Simon and Adam lined up all the things they needed: K-Y, two condoms different colours, tissues, a self-seal plastic bag, a bath towel and a jockstrap. When Tony was finally ready, Adam said
"Put this on," handing him the jock. It will keep your cock under control and soak up any spunk you shoot." Tony took up the same position he had the previous night and Adam started to lube him up with the K-Y gel. Tony's cheeks spread nicely, clearly revealing the target. Adam found it easier to work his fingers in this time, partly from yesterday's easing of the sphincter and partly because Tony was more relaxed about the experience. "Ready?" Tony grunted a yes. "Simon's going first. His dick's thinner than mine and will go in easier." Simon was already hard. Adam unrolled the pink condom over Simon's dick, before he took up the position, standing by the bed.
"Okay, Tony, going in now," said Simon as he lined up his rampant cock. It slid in easily. Adam had done his work well. Tony gave a slight 'aagh' as it pushed past his sphincter, closely followed by an 'aah' from the pleasure he felt.
"You're going to make a natural bottom," said Simon.
"Okay?" said Adam. "At this historic moment you have just lost your cherry. You have been deflowered, to use Stephen Fry's technical term. You are no longer a virgin." Simon gently continued to push until his smooth groin hit against Tony's smooth buttocks. Tony was making all the right noises.
"Can you go a bit faster?" he asked. Simon didn't need asking and his low hangers slapped against Tony's butt. He soon shot his load and pulled out. It was a good job Adam was in the queue for Tony was nowhere near quitting. Adam was ready to take over. He had donned the straw coloured condom and applied some gel. Tony felt the cold as the tip pushed against his sphincter, but Adam slipped in immediately, even though his dick was chunkier than Simon's and did the business more slowly, bringing Tony to such a pitch that he ejaculated into the jockstrap he was wearing. However, Adam was nowhere near done and was able with a little control to keep going for another five minutes before his tight balls tightened even further and exploded, shooting their load into the teat at the end of the rubber. Adam stayed in as long as he could before his dick slackened and slipped out. Although he and Simon considered themselves versatile Adam was the more accomplished top and Simon was developing into a more able bottom, which perhaps is how it should be for a compatible relationship.
Tony got out of the crouching position, pulled off the cold, wet jockstrap and collapsed on the bed with a grin and a satisfied look on his face.
"Phew."
"Did you like that?" enquired Adam. Tony nodded.
"It'll get better as you practise," promised Simon. Three satisfied boys lay down together on the bed and promptly fell asleep. They thought ten o'clock was a suitable time to surface. In the shower Adam asked Tony
"How's your arse?"
"Oh, shut up."
"Mmm, so's mine" interrupted Simon in a camp voice. "It must be the weather."
"Ho ho ho," chortled Tony and Adam. "The old ones are the best ones." The three boys dried themselves and got dressed.
"Before we go downstairs, here's a little souvenir of your first rogering," said Simon and handed Tony a sealed plastic bag containing two knotted condoms. "Do with them what you will. The pink one is mine and the yellow one is Adam's."
"Why did you use them?" asked Tony. "It's not as if I'm going to get pregnant."
"Dad made us promise."
"So you use them with each other?"
"No," replied Adam. "We used to, but sometimes passion takes you by surprise, but we decided to keep the promise if we had sex with anyone else and as Philip is very tolerant about us we decided we mustn't let him down."
"What shall I do about this?" asked Tony holding up a dry, but starched and stained jockstrap.
"Give it to me," said Adam. He took the proffered article, held it to his nose and took in a deep breath. "I just adore your scent, Tony," then he tucked it under his pillow.
"What are you going to do with it?"
"I'll wear it for cricket tomorrow so it'll have both our scents and sleep with it until it loses its flavour, then it can be laundered. It's all right. I've got another one... or two." Simon just looked on and smiled, his face full of love for Adam.
"Does he do that with yours?"
"No," said Simon. "He doesn't need to. He's got the real thing."
Downstairs they said good morning to Brabazon and started to tuck in to brunch.
"Did you have a nice day off yesterday, Brabazon?"
"Yes, thank you, Master Simon. Master Anthony... " Tony nearly choked over his cornflakes. No one ever called him Anthony, not even his parents when he was in trouble. "... your school uniform is ready if you would like to take it up with you." Tony recovered enough to say
"Thank you, Mr Brabazon."
"Brabazon is the correct form of address for a butler, Master Anthony." Adam and Simon gave him one of their 'told you so' looks. Tony saw his school uniform hanging from a clotheshorse hoisted up to the ceiling. It looked like new.
"Where's Dad?" enquired Simon.
"He's attending church, Master Simon," Brabazon replied. "By the way, young gentlemen, dinner will be a six in the dining room and I shall leave the buffet laid out in case you should feel peckish in the meantime."
After finishing their breakfast the boys went out into the back garden with a football and started kicking it around on the lawn. When they tired of that they sat on the sun lounger on the patio. Finally Philip came out to join them and asked Brabazon to bring out some cold drinks.
"This is hanging and chilling, is it, boys?" Philip asked provocatively. Simon gave him a look.
"There are times we just don't want to do anything, Dad."
"I appreciate that. I'm not completely antediluvian. I also appreciate that times have changed since I was a boy. Then it was a crime to be idle and if you had nothing to do, you were pretty soon found something." Philip found this an excuse to talk about his childhood, how he was largely brought up by Brabazon and the then housekeeper during school time and spent a lot of the holidays in South Africa while his parents were there on business. Although he was descended from the Boers he did not consider himself one as such, but the surname certainly helped when he was working out there among them. He had been born in England and despite the trace of a South African accent he considered himself English. Simon had never picked up the accent. His mother had made sure of that. He usually organised Christmas there, officially for business, but in fact to get the family away from the dreary long days of winter at the turn of the year. "If you're hungry, boys, there's plenty of food in the kitchen. I'm going to stay here and read the newspapers, but don't let me stop you from what you were going to do." The boys decided they would go down to the games room and play snooker - via the kitchen of course. They took turns playing a frame each, but Simon and Adam were amused that Tony was more interested in admiring their butts as they took their shots than watching what was going on the table. When they tired of that they decided it was time to take Lucy out for walkies.
"Hey, Tony, have you got your kit with you?" said Simon.
"'Cos if you have," went on Adam "we'll do this as a run. We can keep fit and work up an appetite."
"Or you can borrow some of mine," said Simon.
"It's going to be borrowing if you don't mind," answered Tony. The boys went up and changed and as soon as Lucy saw them she knew what the routine was. She just wished that they could keep up with her better. This time they gave in and let her swim in the lake. The wildfowl gave her a wide berth. On their return they could smell good smells coming from the kitchen. Simon said
"Hey, Dad, okay if we go for a swim to cool off?"
"Yes, but don't be too long. Remember dinner's at six and I know Brabazon likes a little time to himself on a Sunday evening. They went down to the pool and stripped off all their kit. After they'd cooled down they held a mutual admiration session and decided they still liked the shaved look. They heard the dinner gong as it reverberated through the house. They would be hard pressed to shower and change before Brabazon served.
Brabazon's Sunday roast was a banquet. It formed the first course and looked splendid as he brought in the roast pork on a platter surrounded by roast potatoes and root vegetables and placed it in front of Mr Philip for him to carve. There were green vegetables, gravy and apple sauce on the table and the meat proved succulent with plenty of crackling. For pudding Brabazon served an ice cream sundae and the meal concluded with coffee. The boys were happy to remain at the table when they were finished to let the meal go down. They had ideas of holding a disco in their room, but decided they were too full to move. When they finally said good night, they played computer games until it was time for bed. They didn't even want cocoa and biscuits. Even sex was sacrificed that night, except that when they did crawl into Simon's bed there was a little snuggling, cuddling and fondling and Simon had not forgotten to take his revenge as he leant over and kissed Tony long and hard on the neck. He would patiently wait for Tony to discover the result in the morning.
Next morning the alarm rang at six thirty. It would take a little longer for three of them to get ready. Tony's mother would be picking them up at a quarter to eight to take them to school and to relieve Tony of his weekend gear, namely a sports bag and his sleeping bag rolled up just as it was when he brought it on Friday. Before they went down to breakfast Adam said
"We've made up a goody bag for you to take with you." Simon handed him a posh carrier bag from a London store. Tony looked inside and found a three pack containing a Tommy Hilfiger slip, a pair of boxer briefs and a pair of boxers all in thick white cotton, a 'loin cloth', a tube of K-Y gel, a three pack of extra strong condoms and the Get RealDVD.
"Just a little souvenir of the weekend as it was so special," said Adam, "but you won't get another one next time you come," he grinned.
"There's going to be a next time?" Tony's eyes lit up.
"And careful where you put the K-Y and the jonnies if you don't want your mother finding them."
"That's okay. I've got a little padlock for the sports bag and I'm the only one with a key. That's great, Adam and Simon. I really like that. Thanks a lot, but how did you know my size?"
"Condoms come in 'one size fits all'," answered Simon. "They even fit your weenie."
"No, you dork, the undies," said Tony.
"Now that's appreciation for you. You give him a prezzie and he calls you a dork," said Adam with a grin.
"It doesn't need Sherlock Holmes to work that one out," said Simon. "Remember we hung back waiting for you in the changing room last week. We looked at your clothes." With that they went down to breakfast and sharp on a quarter to eight Tony's mother drew up outside with Tony's younger brother in the front seat.
"Now where was he on Friday?" asked Simon with his tongue hanging out. He was a smaller version of Tony.
"Hands off, cradle snatcher," said Tony. "As far as I know he's completely str8 and he's certainly not ready yet for a couple of lechers like you. His voice hasn't even broken."
"Charming," said Simon.
"And after all our hospitality," added Adam.
"No, because of your hospitality," countered Tony with a knowing look. "And to answer your question he had to go home early from school on Friday for a dental appointment," at which point Tony's mother alighted from the car and rang the front door bell. Brabazon answered.
"Good morning, Mrs Legge. Mr van den Berg is expecting you."
Monday morning school progressed with dull routine. At lunchtime Simon, Tony and Adam joined the mainstream to eat and discussed their weekend, or at least the expurgated version. All three seemed in high spirits after such a relaxing and relaxed weekend and they left the dining hall together to go and get changed for cricket. All was going fine until in the changing room one of the prepubescent members of the group in a high pitched squeal of unbroken voice which reverberated off the bare walls and floor squealed "What's that?" pointing at Tony, who had just taken his shirt off. There on his neck, hitherto hidden by a buttoned up collar with tie was displayed the bright purple, resplendent and unmistakable macula of a love bite. Of course Tony couldn't see it until he could get to a mirror, but the Pavlovian chanting of 'Legge's got a hickey' left him under no misapprehension, and others neither when he yelled "Van den Berg, you bastard, I'll get you for that."
"You already have," laughed Simon. "It's payback time. Remember a couple of weeks ago." Tony had the grace to admit that he deserved it.
"How am I going to explain this away at home?"
"Well," said Adam pseudo-helpfully, "you could keep your tie on with the collar done up for a few days, I suppose, or you could ask you sister whether she has any make up to cover it. You could make up an unlikely excuse that no one is going to believe like being whiplashed with a skipping rope during training or you could be up front and tell the truth."
"Witch hazel will help it go a bit quicker," added Simon. "Trust me. I know about such things," from when he had been in a similar position.
"So come on then," said Roland Bedford. "What really happened over the weekend?"
"Why are you so interested?" asked Tony trying to defend himself from the indefensible.
"Oh, you know, just interested," he mumbled and blushed. At that moment someone at the other end of the bench released a really loud fart which to his instant relief immediately removed the spotlight from Tony.
It was Monday evening after dinner in the van den Berg household. Adam and Simon were being taken walkies by Lucy. Brabazon came to Philip's study to announce a telephone call on the house line.
»Good evening, Mr van den Berg. It's Amanda Legge.«
"Hallo, Mrs Legge... "
»Do call me Amanda. It makes me feel so old to be called Mrs Legge. I just wanted to thank you for having Tony for the weekend. He hasn't stopped talking about it since he's been in, and he's come back so open and relaxed.«
"Thank you, Mrs L... er... Amanda. My boys enjoyed having him and I'm glad he enjoyed himself."
»Perhaps when they're free they'd like to spend a weekend with us.«
"I'm sure they would. I'll mention it to them."
»Mr van den Berg... «
"Call me Philip."
»I hope you don't mind me calling you like this, but I'd like to have a chat with you about our boys' little problem.«
"Do you mean their homosexuality, Amanda?"
»That's right.«
"We've never looked upon it as a problem."
»Oh!« said Amanda taken aback. »We'd never thought of it like that.«
"Well, come across for drinks one evening after dinner, you and your husband, and we'll have a chat. I'm free all this week, but away next week. If I'm not here, just ring my butler. He's got a copy of my diary in case anything crops up. I'm not sure I shall be able to help very much. I'm a business man, not a counsellor or a social worker, but you're both welcome to come."
»Thank you, Philip. We'll see you before the weekend. Bye for now.«
"Bye, Amanda."
The walk, shortened version, was proceeding with the following intense adolescent discussion.
"You know, Si, I enjoyed having Tony spending the weekend with us, b... "
"But?"
"But we didn't get any time alone together. I really need you tonight and this time I'm the bottom, okay? Early night?"
"Early night."
"Roly Bedbug was coming on a bit strong in the changing room this afternoon, wasn't he?" said Adam.
"At last."
"What do you mean 'at last'?"
"Well, don't you see, he's the other one," said Simon.
"You're talking in jimmy riddles, Si. What other one?"
"For an intelligent kid you aren't half thick at times. You know the group of lads that came and played soccer with us in the holidays?"
"Yeah."
"And I said there was another one among them that was gay?"
"Oh, yes."
"Well, it's him."
"What him? Roly? No! I didn't even have him down for a gayboy. I don't even fancy him."
"Why should you? Do you think every str8boy fancies every female he comes across?"
"No. Well, most of them. I've known one or two whose tongues hang out as soon as they sniff a female."
"And does every girl come on to every boy she meets?"
"Again, normally no."
"And of the four gayboys in the school we know, does any of us strike you as a flaming queen?"
"No, of course not."
"There you go." Adam winced. He hated that expression. "You see, it's a big plot by homophobes to make out that we're completely different rather than different in just one aspect of our lives," said Simon. "I don't mind betting that if he finds out what happened over the weekend he'll either be fishing for an invitation or we'll get one from him by the end of term."
"Should we accept?"
"I don't know. The evil is sufficient unto the day thereof."
"My, you are full of worldly wisdom today."
"My mother always used to say that. Back to Roly. He's not like Tony, looking for advice and support. And he's a bit of a slut. All right bloke... that apart. We'll just have to play it by ear. By the way, his nickname is the short, polite version for Bedbugger, for obvious reasons." Arriving back home Adam and Simon immediately went to the kitchen for their bedtime cocoa and biscuits, said good night to Brabazon and Philip and made their way up to Adam's room for bed.
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