Johnny Come Home
by Rafael Henry
Chapter 12
May I continue this in my own words now?
My father and his partner Garth listened with some sympathy to my idea, or rather Adrean's idea; that I should move in with him and Anna and the two boys. It would save my career at the Academy, for what it's worth, and I can finish my secondary education without any more disruption. It made complete sense, after all I was sixteen recently so I'm not exactly a kid any more.
We met the following Saturday morning; me and Dad, and John and Richard's parents, in the 'front room', as they call it, at the compact three-bedroom house in the outskirts of the city. Adrean and Anna made various assurances which seemed to satisfy dad of their integrity and good intentions which was a relief to me as I really wasn't looking forward to yet another new start just yet. Besides I had other reasons to want this meeting to go my way. I'm glad that John and Richard weren't there.
The house has three bedrooms which seemed to be one of the deciding factors. My own narrow double bed would be brought over and put in the room that Adrean currently uses as an office, therefore an ideal place for me to sleep and double up as a shared workspace. As the meeting progressed positively, I felt myself getting more and more excited. Then came the moment when dad agreed and I looked over at Anna who was already staring in my direction, rather glassy eyed. I had to be careful that my own emotions didn't boil over and embarrass me. I've noticed how Anna looks at me. Adrean had commented before how much she likes me. It was the way he said it. I can't believe that she could possibly like me in that way…….the way Adrean does.
So in the next two weeks all the practicalities were attended to, my moving date decided upon and the packing up process at home begun. There was one hiccup however, and that was the size of my bed. It was too wide for the very small 'office' room. Another small divan was needed. As for all my sculpture kit, that would have to go down to the west country with everything else. At the end of the meeting everyone shook hands and the deal is done. Brilliant. I can't wait to tell John the outcome. He and Richard went off on their bikes to be out of the way, but I know he'll be anxious to hear the decisions made on my behalf.
Anna had made another pot of coffee while I wandered into the long garden behind the house and found the small timber summer house right at the back next to the boundary fence with a gate in it, through which the boys' bikes would appear at some point. John had been told to disappear for an hour. No less thank you very much. Exactly one hour from the start of the meeting, the gate opened and the two boys appeared with the bikes and John checking the large and quite cheap watch on his wrist. I was ready for them. John looked at me open mouthed and obviously in a state of high anxiety. I just smiled at him and he knew it was good news. He dropped his bike and ran to me. You can imagine how we were feeling at that moment. And then Richard joins our little celebration, all three of us in a tight huddle. I kissed John fully on the mouth, and then I kissed Richard the same way. John pulled my face away from his enthusiastic brother and kissed me again. Richard took the hint and he was gone, his face flushing wildly. He's the prettier one of the two, blonder, the fearless rugger tackler. John, darker haired, mouse almost, narrower in build, and way ahead of his cute playmate brother in the maturity stakes. Richard is sending all the signals that he wants to join the party, but he can't. We watched him walk disconsolately up the concrete path with his bike, his bottom wiggling inside his sexy play shorts, looking back one more time. One day that boy will make someone very happy, but he's got some growing to do before that can happen.
John went into the summer house. I've not seen it before, the timber building about ten-foot square containing a couple of large wicker armchairs with floral patterned foam cushions that fit the seat shape perfectly. His face is flushed now as he beckons me in. He has a brief fiddle, just a second or two, that leaves him looking interesting. It looks like another no-pants morning. He sees me look down and smiles.
He pushes me into one of the chairs and then plonks himself down in my lap with my hands around his tummy and his either side of my thighs. It's a position we know well, and the one we decided was ideal and best fitted for our purposes. There's a firmness now in his tummy, something that puberty is bringing him, amongst other things. I know what he wants so I slip both hands inside his shorts. I don't like the kind of pants he wears, but Anna is responsible for that, but this morning I don't have those things to contend with. I can get hold of him reasonably efficiently and play with him while I investigate the skin of his neck and smell the damp heat of his head and hair. The soft little skinny worm between my fingers begins to grow as I knew it would. I love the smell of him when he's cooling after exercise. A sort of damp musky perfume. Being a uncircumcised boy, I find his intactness curious. I would far rather I hadn't been interfered with as a tiny infant. Still, there's not much I can do about it now. At least I have John's to play with. If we were in my studio cum bedroom now, we would soon be skin to skin in this position, but we're not. Anna could easily come down looking for us. But all is not lost, at least for John.
I'm holding his erect penis, carefully retracting the foreskin until the dark pink head appears, admiring the exquisitely sculpted form. John's looking too. Typical boy.
'Have you done it this morning?'
'Yes, but………'
'Ok.' I said, probably sounding disappointed, and resigned to a blank Saturday morning.
John uses both hands to expose himself to me, erect with the head of his penis now enclosed within his extensive prepuce.
'Go on; please.' He says.
'Here?'
'Yes. We can see if anyone comes down the path.'
True.
'Do you remember John, that first time?'
He doesn't answer as I slide the boy's prepuce downwards to reveal all for the second time. What a beauty it is too, and I know it wouldn't take long despite his early morning pleasure seeking. I have his head wedged under my chin as I work quickly with my left hand. There are advantages to being a lefty when your partner is right-handed. By now I've got good at judging John's progress towards the finishing line, and very good at teasing him…….and then letting him have it, poor boy. I'm not so disciplined with myself, quite unable to resist the first signs of success.
Those noises again. I've told him how much I like to hear how he feels. How much I enjoy hearing him moan and groan, and squeak with delight when I get something exactly in the right place. How I love to tease him to the point where he would shout out if I let him. Making him wait, making us both wait. He's been known to push my hand away and finish matters himself, but not this time my sexy kitten. I have his hands tightly restricted against his bare tummy with his tee shirt high up his chest and safely out of the watery firing line, hopefully. Over to you now John. Now you're free. Show me!
But the best laid plans sometimes don't come off. It was Anna coming down the path. John stood behind me with his hands on my shoulders, suitably hidden from his mother's sight. As for me, secure in my very fitted gear and my favourite long baggy woolly, I was safe too, but I don't think Anna was fooled for one moment. Two rather red-faced boys looking decidedly guilty.
None of us seemed in much of a hurry to find a bed for me. It was mentioned a few times but somehow none of the plans materialized. So it was decided, in the interim that I should sleep in John's parents' bed, a very wide double made by Adrean himself. With me close to the edge nearest the door, there would still be space between me and my neighbour, Adrean.
'Won't it be a problem Adrean? You're man and wife. Anna will want you to do the husbandly thing won't she?'
'Yes she will. But you'll be asleep Alex.'
'But what if I wasn't?'
'Just pretend to be then. Will it upset you?'
'No, not at all. At least I don't think so. Is it upsetting?'
'No of course not! It's lovely, if you like that kind of thing.'
'So do you like both kinds then?'
'Yes, but you've already guessed haven't you?'
'Sort of.'
'And do you mind?'
'No! You know I'm fond of you.'
'Thanks. Likewise, and Anna; and the boys of course.'
I've never witnessed, or been close to a man and a woman having sex. It happened the second night. I'd been in the bed a good hour before they came up. Adrean was in bed well before Anna, and when she came in she wore a short nightdress which she took off just before getting in beside Adrean. I had been lying still with my eyes closed, mostly, and ignored by them. They got on with it straight away, Anna on her back and receiving Adrean on top of her. She spread her legs wide and groped for Adrean's penis. He wasn't hard, but still tried to guide it into her. That wasn't going to work so they together facing each other which left me with a view of Adrean's back, and of course access to his bottom. I couldn't resist. I ran my fingers down his spine ending up you know where, and did something a bit naughty. Anna was obviously fiddling with him at the front not seeing what I was up to. It wasn't long before Adrean climbed on top of Anna with his cock raring to go. Don't ever say I'm not a helpful boy please. Anna had her legs spread wide, knees up, as Adrean slipped into her as easy as you like, as Anna pulled his bottom towards her. Within a couple of minutes they got into a good rhythm with Anna beginning to make little pleasure noises. I'm not sure how else to describe them, very similar to John's. That really got to me. It was incredibly sexy. With the bedclothes cast aside, and the sound of sex going on and inspired for a second time tonight, I could masturbate unnoticed, looking sideways every so often at the couple coupling ever faster. Anna appeared to be playing with herself as Adrean did his thing. It took about ten minutes, something like that, before Anna had by the sound of it, orgasmed, then waited a few seconds before pushing Adrean off her body, still panting. Adrean, not yet fulfilled presumably, must have rolled onto his back and within a minute had masturbated, presumably to a finish by the sound of things. On my side by now, facing towards the door, I didn't see it happen, but I heard the sound of several tissues being pulled from the Kleenex box. Mine were under my pillow, but now compressed in my hand. John and I haven't had a play for a while now, so as all this was going on, I was thinking about him, and doing to him, imaginatively, more or less what Adrean was doing to Anna. To me, sex in some form or other, with a real or imagined partner, is an essential part of life. Two bodies so close to me, doing it, as boys say, is truly inspirational. I'd come very neatly into a tissue as I felt a warm hand on my back. Adrean's hand. He stroked my skin for a while which was incredibly soothing. He turned over towards Anna as I did, nestled into his back. I could smell his warm skin. He surely has the best of both worlds now.
Anna has taught me how to fold clothes properly, underpants included. By Thursday she has ironed everything that she washed in the machine on Monday. Thursdays are the boys' rugger practice after school so I'm 'at home' by four twenty and alone with Anna. She's not so much a mother to me, but a friend. We chat away together as I help her with various household tasks. One of my jobs is putting the ironed clothes away in drawers and cupboards, including Anna's. It must be my female side coming out as it's a task I really enjoy. I'm a natural organizer so it suits me to do that kind of thing, and of course I adore the boys, and anything to do with them. I think of 'my' boys as I walk up the stairs to their bedroom carrying the pile of soft springy cotton bits and pieces and feel my body react to my thoughts. Thoughts? Well there is the inevitable carnal stuff, but there is another kind of loving too, just as strong if not stronger, that will love and protect them from harm. I'm convinced that Quintus experienced both of those kinds of loving with me. When he thought he might harm me, just the possibility of it, he was gone from my life, perhaps painful for me at the time, but a lesson given. If he had asked me for anything, I would have gladly and lovingly given it.
I had two separate piles, the small and the slightly larger sized to accommodate the undeveloped and the considerably further developed boys. One can and the other will soon I'm sure. By the time I have walked into the room I'm sleeping in, and begin to change out of my school uniform, I'm already excited. I know Anna's about the place and at some point she will come in. She does. No knock on the door, just her face looking at me.
'I'm doing an extra wash now Alex.' She says, opening the bedroom door. I'm in the process of changing out of my school clothes. I'm standing there naked, apart from my underpants and a large bump inside them. There's no embarrassment. I sleep in her room and she's seen me like this before. And anyway I can't hold a candle to Adrean.
'Can I have those please?' She asks, standing a couple of feet away from me. I nod, and slip my pants down my legs and off one foot and then the other and hand them to Anna. I look down, conscious of the situation and my vulnerability. I look back at Anna, my face flushing hot and pink. I'm half terrified and half excited because in an instant I've recognized what is going on now, at this moment. She looks down at me and smiles.
With both hands she pulls up her tee shirt to reveal her bare upper body. Her breasts are almost non-existent but to my uneducated eye, her nipples look enlarged and a deep pink. Almost brown.
'You can touch if you want to?'
I did, momentarily, and then again for longer. I imagined the boys sucking milk out of them. I imagined Johnny lying there sucking, erect, his knees up and wide apart. I remembered tending to him, afterwards. The wet wipe and the soothing cream.
Anna undoes the string that holds up her Indian style skirt as it falls to the ground. She steps out of it, and with one hand, places it between my legs.
'Beautiful boy.' She says as I stare at her.
She had dragged me into the cupboard full of her mother's clothes, the girl at the party. It was a game of hide and seek, and the only time a female person had touched me like that. I just let her do it. There was an exceptionally nice-looking boy downstairs, probably a year or two older than my nine-years-worth of life. I wished it was him I was trapped in a dark cupboard with but it wasn't. Her not-so-gentle fiddling with me produced the result she was clearly wanting; three inches of hot and hard boy penis. Then she laughed, said something like 'who's a titchy little boy then?' and opened the cupboard door and disappeared. It left me undone and alone and confused. I think at that moment I realised I much preferred a boy to play with. I managed a short conversation with the pretty one downstairs before our people came to collect us. That night, secure in my bed, my eyes tight shut, I imagined me and that boy doing rude things in a dark cupboard. I knew nothing about masturbation but my thoughts still gave me deep satisfaction.
Anna has me cupped in her hand.
'You've never had a girl have you Alex?'
'No.'
'Until now?'
'Oh. Really?'
'Just once then? Just so you can say you did? To be sure about yourself?'
It was quite unlike John. Everything bigger and much easier with a ready-made lubricant in spades. She told me she always masturbated during intercourse because it was so unfair the way girls were made. She told me to think of something I liked while we did it. It wouldn't hurt me or her, certainly not her. She was used to bigger things. It would feel nice she assured me.
I had parted John's buttocks with my thumbs and watched and waited. But that wasn't the sexual imagery that tipped me over the glorious edge. Watching my deed re-appear before my very eyes that morning in a cloudy milky puddle in my fingers.
Richard had watched me kneel beside John's bed as the boy cast off the bedclothes. Richard had done the same, still watching. When John had finished, I turned to kiss Richard goodnight as I always do. He's showing me at this precise moment, what he wants. His brother has had it, so why shouldn't he have it too?
Did I want that too?
This, all in my mind as Anna begins her journey to ecstasy, I did want that. Just as the boy came in my mouth, I felt my semen begin its own journey through my bowels and along the narrow path and deep into Anna. There's nothing more inspirational than being so close to another human experiencing orgasm as her inner body gripped me in short contractions. I think boys can do that as they come. I know I do. I have felt the muscle inside me doing it with my other hand. Just once I did. Me, a filthy boy loving it. The feeling of it, cumming all wet and slippery in your fingers.
Richard would feel so sweet in my mouth, so smooth and succulent, and so wrong to even think it. To even think it? Oh yes, but what delicious taboo to be swiftly followed by a debilitating sense of guilt.
It was my fault, where the internet searches lead us to, Adrean and me, secure in our little office late at night. All our models are guaranteed to be at least eighteen years old. Really?
John and I had made one. My digital camera has the facility to do it, plus sound. Something I knew I could never show Adrean.
I lay next to Anna for some time after our breathing had slowed down to normal. I couldn't look back at her after she had kissed my cheek.
There's always a little left in the works to savour, so Anna said, reaching down with a hand to grip me, open mouthed. She took what she could coax out of me on the tip of her tongue as I watched, my hand on the soft springy pile of the boys' things Anna had left on the bed beside me.
Anna had conceived at the age of sixteen. The age I am now. Adrean was one year her senior at seventeen. Kids get carried away in the moment and the possible consequences are out of the proverbial window in a flash. That's all it takes. That's all it took . Young virile sperm and a fertile egg. Put the two together and there you have it. It happened in the local park, her sitting on a bench and him kneeling before her, and no protection of course. Boys didn't normally take those things to school. They were unlucky this time and the result; a perfect little boy called Johnny, and in due time, ready to give the world and me all he has to offer. God, do please bless him, we pray.
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