Johnny Come Home
by Rafael Henry
Chapter 9
They passed each other in the downstairs hall, Alex and Anna.
'I'm just leaving Anna. My bus is due in five minutes.'
'Well if you miss it, I'm sure Adrean will run you home.' She says with that sweet smile of hers. Alex thought what a wonderful mother she must be.
Alex stepped back from the bus stop so the driver would know he didn't want the number eighty-two. The bus sped past as Alex turned back towards the house. He'd say he missed the bus.
Adrean stopped the car about a mile before Alex's place. He'd pulled off into a quiet lay-by. They got out and sat together in the back seat. The kiss was tentative at first, Alex feeling bristles on his face. Quintus . Then they started fumbling. By the time they got things undone, Alex could feel Adrean was hard, just as he was. Their pants were in the way now, Adrean's particularly problematic and the same style that was inflicted upon the boys, only larger but equally cumbersome. Alex got his penis out, quite short but thick and circumcised like Alex's. Adrean was already rubbing Alex up clumsily, and in a way that wasn't going to work for him any time soon. Not so Adrean. Alex had the perfect grip, a full fist, and judging by Adrean's current state of mind, it was going to be quick.
He pulled out a square of fabric edged in blue from his pocket having abandoned Alex. Alex took it from his hand, maintaining a steady up and down on Adrean's penis, the wide meatus open now. And then those sounds. There are no words good enough, but every boy knows it. That final exhalation mixed with the sound of deep satisfaction. It would have been messy, in a car as they were, but Alex deftly caught it all, the white cotton square held in his right palm, in the firing line. Alex didn't stop rubbing him, not until Adrean put his hand down to stop him when the very last of the sensations had subsided.
Quintus . What might have been.
Alex walked the last fifty yards home under the few street lamps in the village, as he watched the car turn round and head back to the city.
Another Monday morning came all too soon, if you dislike school. John found Alex up in the library, his go-to refuge rather than join his boorish contemporaries in the form room before school started.
'The letter from my dad Alex. What was in it?'
'I haven't opened it yet have I. I'll see you at lunchtime. Here as usual?'
Of course you will see him. In the meantime, the letter……
Dear Alex. What can I say to apologize sufficiently? I am most deeply sorry for Friday night. I don't know what I could have been thinking about. I'm deeply ashamed of myself for such lack of self-control. I'm shocked at my appalling behaviour. And poor Anna. I hope and trust she shall never know, until there's a moment when I must tell her, if that moment ever comes. Perhaps it won't. Can you ever forgive me? Please find it in your heart if you can?
Yours deeply in gratitude, Adrean.
Not too bad for a Perkins diesel factory foreman I suppose.
Sorry, that was uncalled for. Alex in a subtle way rather asked for it didn't he? He could have caught that number eighty-two bus, but he chose not to. He chose to accept the offer of a lift home, and left the possible consequences to chance. Alex had introduced him to a small taste of what was available to adults to view on the internet, and it was the first time Adrean had seen such graphic and realistic theatre acted out in front of him, for his delectation. It had affected him. Even at the tender age of sixteen, Alex had seen it too, a number of times and had already realized how morish some of the content was. But it wasn't quite the same as he had guided Adrean to. What Alex had seen was innocent enough, no actors paid for their trouble, no evil intentions. It was all very private stuff. Quintus probably knew about all that.
The music teacher was absent so Alex's class didn't happen. Most of them, about six, wandered off which gave Alex the opportunity to pen a note to Adrean.
You silly man! If there is any fault Adrean, it's mine. I deliberately missed my bus. I don't know why I did that any more than you might know why you do things. I have no regrets Adrean, really I haven't, and I'm not hurt in any way. I'm sixteen and I have free will. It was my fault. All mine. Please don't be upset. I'm terribly fond of John. You must know that. I hope you didn't tell Anna. Love Alex. See you on Wednesday as usual?
John gave his father Adrean's reply to Alex's message as they passed in a corridor before school began the next day.
Dear Alex. Anna would have been very jealous as anyone would be. She thinks you are very beautiful as of course I do. But we mustn't get in the way of you and Johnny. He loves you so much. Yes I mean it. Love. That's what it is Alex. Truly. Try and make yourself less irresistible! Where's my handkerchief? What did you do with it? Love Adrean.
Alex smiles as he recalls the moments. The white square of cotton in the palm of his hand, and then the ejaculation. All of it perfectly contained. He'd neatly folded it, kept it in his hand until he reached the house, opened the door with his latch key and reached his bedroom so he could examine his achievement. He carefully unfolded the neat package and stared down at it, open mouthed. It had all dissipated into a general soggy dampness. Alex put the unfolded hanky to his nose. It smelled just like his did. Undressed now he lies down on his bed, the unfolded square on his tummy. He can see in his mind's eye, Adrean now, as he does it for him, and then what happened so quickly as a result of his expertise. He'd thought of something that might amuse Adrean.
He done this before, lots of times. Filming himself doing it, and with the sound turned up high too.
Afterwards, his breathing slowed now and the guilt set in, he knew it was a disgusting thing to do. Disgraceful in fact. But as the guilt recedes, he puts the evidence in a small plastic bag, sealed for safe keeping and preservation. He and Adrean together now. Now Adrean can return it, with interest. He wasn't going to give it to John. He would hand it back personally at Adrean's next training session; tonight.
Anna had packed the boys off to bed early. They went up meekly enough, after giving Anna good long kisses, knowing it was pretty useless to argue with their slim dark-haired mother, as lovely as she certainly is. She'd given the boys their washed and ironed clothes to take up with them, two neat piles, and even their underpants got a quick run over for good measure. Alex and Adrean had been upstairs for an hour already in the small back bedroom he used as his office. Curious John, close to their bedroom door and holding his pile of ironed things, has a peek through the door, a little ajar.
'Can I see?'
'No John. Off you go, now. ' Was Adrean's rapid and definite reply.
So he and Alex had two hours together, the door shut tight. Anna wouldn't disturb them. She knew better than to disturb Adrean when he was working.
'Have you brought your camera Alex?'
'Yes. I'll start by showing all the buttons and what they all do. It's a clever piece of kit.'
Sean, his father had bought it for him. A Sony.
'Do you use it much Alex?'
'Yes, quite a bit. It has a sound capability too. I can replay some video for you?'
Adrean's machine came with a pre-loaded media player. With the camera plugged in, a list of titles appeared. Alex chose 'My studio', which was essentially a tour around his bedroom and work space. His bed is tucked into a corner by the door into the kitchen and the rest of the area is dedicated to a clay bin, a modelling stand, bags of plaster, short lengths of wood, aluminium wire, and all the other stuff that he needed. One part of the twenty-five foot by fifteen-foot area was left free. The space that John stood in as his model.
'That's good quality Alex, don't you think?'
'Not bad. The sound is good too.'
It was two-minutes worth.
'That's a nice space you've got. Do you have more?'
'Yes. I have one of Johnny. I made it last weekend when he cycled over. He's getting ready to model for me. I'm not sure if you want to see that one. Obviously he takes his clothes off. He's being a bit silly. There's sound on it.'
'I would like to see it Alex.'
Adrean seemed quite definite about that.
'Are you sure? He's nude Adrean.'
'He's my son. I've seen him naked enough times.'
'When was the last time?'
'Yesterday. He hadn't locked the bathroom door.'
'Ok. Are you sure?'
'Yes.'
Alex ran the length of video to the end, the point where John has removed the little clothing he had on, all of Alex's, and stopped his silly game. He's very obviously excited at the prospect of his body being visually examined for the next hour.
'Can we see that again Alex?'
'Of course. I can stop it at any point.' He says, rewinding the tape and then starting it again.
'Back a bit. If you go back a bit. Yes, just there.'
'Have you ever seen him like that Adrean?' Alex asks, their two thighs pressing hard against each other.
'No, not for a long time. He certainly wasn't anything like that.'
'Proud dad then?'
'You slept together last weekend presumably.'
'Yes. He was a tired boy after his exercise. All that cycling. I had to put him in the bath tub to warm him up after a soaking in the freezing cold rain. He slept very well. By the way I've brought back your hanky from the other night in the car.'
When Alex threw that one in, Adrean smiled.
'Oh dear. Sorry about that.'
'It wasn't a problem at all.'
'Do you have others?'
'Hankies? Yes, a few. They come in handy.' He says with a low laugh.
'So when did you know Alex?'
'About myself?'
'Yes. I'm curious. Do you mind me asking you?'
'No I don't mind at all. Probably by the time I was eight. And then definitely by the time I reached my boarding school. I think I was quite attractive to older boys by then, and attracted to them. It was a revelation at shower time seeing what appeared to be grown men with tons of body hair and everything . I remember one of the prefects in our House. He had an enormous penis. At least it seemed like that to me, at the time. I got my hair ruffled quite a lot, and noticed other boys looking at me. I liked that and if I caught their eye, I would smile at them. Then they knew, but I was never promiscuous like some other boys were. I'd go with one until we got bored with each other and moved on to someone else, and then I'd find another. In between there were all the usual outlets for tension in the dormitory.'
'Like in the bed next door,'
'Precisely. Assuming the boy wasn't into astronomy or something. The wrong kind of telescope as far as I was concerned. A couple of years later I met Quintus and fell in love. I thought that was my life all sorted, but it wasn't sadly.'
'So it's full circle then? The other way round now; John and you?'
'Yes, I suppose you could put it that way.'
'Which way round was it then? For you and John.'
'You might not like this Adrean, but it mostly came from him. The ideas.'
'And the other stuff? Anything? I'd quite like to know how he's getting on.'
'Don't worry, there's nothing wrong with his works Adrean. Like father, like son eh? And he's not finished growing yet. Not by a long chalk.'
'Really?'
'Yes, really. Would you like your hanky back now?'
'Will I need it?'
'If you want?'
'Would you like to see it later? I mean afterwards. I can arrange that easily enough?'
'Can you?'
'Of course. It's simple. But it's the sounds I like. Doing it where no one's going to hear you. But the sound has to be genuine, not acted up in any way. Sometimes it sounds rather fake. If it's real, then it's far more effective.'
'Are you a noisy boy then?'
'Yes I always have been, quite demonstrative in fact. Is Anna next door?'
'Probably.'
'Does that matter Adrean?'
'No.'
'She's very attractive isn't she?'
'Yes. She was seventeen when we got married. She was pregnant with John. She had a way of drawing you into her. We had sex constantly and it was no surprise when it happened. I think it was the first time. We'd gone for a walk and found a good spot to lie down in. I had forgotten the necessary protection and needless to say, we did it without. I had every intention of withdrawing in time but you know how it gets to you. You just want it, so you do it. You think later. By that time it's all over.'
'Or all in . Would you like me to do it now?'
'You?'
'Yes. I'm in the mood rather, and don't forget I've got your hanky in my pocket.'
'Ok then.'
'But not you. Just me. I'll put something I like up on the screen.'
'Will that help?'
'It will, and it'll help you too. I promise it will.'
The door to the room is directly in front of the desk and behind the large monitor screen. Even if Anna came in, she would probably not see what was going on behind the desk.
With his shirt pulled up to just below his chest, and his trousers undone, underpants lowered just enough for the dog to see the rabbit, Alex masturbated for Adrean, the square of white cotton edged in blue unfolded just above the business end and after two excursions, in very poor unsavoury condition.
Adrean insisted he took Alex home in the car again. Apart from the usual long sigh from Alex, just air from the lungs and no voice involved, it was relatively soundless, and different in that regard from Adrean in the car in that very same layby, and with the benefit of a clean and yet unsullied square of white cotton which this time went home with him.
There was a light in the car, necessary for the camera, unlike the last time when Alex could only feel what he was doing and not see Adrean's ejaculate appear at some velocity from his gorgeous body. It was roughly three minutes' worth on the tape and worth every second. Now he has two files to playback, his and his .
When Adrean got home at just after ten, he went up to check on the boys. They were both sound asleep and looking profoundly beautiful he thought. Anna was in bed reading, semi covered. Breast feeding two children that appeared in quick succession had left her small, but what was pushing nicely through the thin cotton material of her night shirt looked good to Adrean. Two hard nipples. If she asked him for something later, he doubted if he could agree. He felt spent. She put the book down to one side.
'Do you think he means it Adrean?' She asks quietly.
'Hard to say. It's just a rumour according to his father.'
'John will be devasted.'
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