The Bus Stop

by Rafael Henry

Chapter 16

We just go to life drawing once a week now, on Fridays after school. I don't want to do more than that, and we've dropped the portrait class too. We both think the novelty has worn off a bit, at least for us if not for Henry. The last time, when Henry stood up from his sitting position astride his 'donkey', he had a pretty good bump at the front of his shorts, the dirty old man at the ripe old age of 23, or is it 21? It's the first time he has worn those since we started modelling for Phil. I have seen young men strolling along Hythe seafront in shorts like that, unfashionably tight and more than half way up his thighs and definitely not in fashion at the moment. Young men in pairs who wear shorts like that tend to be the ones who gave me a second glance as I passed them on warm summer days on the seafront. When I looked behind me a few seconds later, they are too, the two of them standing still no doubt commenting, or is that arrogance on my part! On the rare occasions when that happens, it makes my tummy flip. Shall I turn around and walk provocatively back? Thus far I have never dared. But with Kerry with me things might be different this summer, which, if the long-range weather forecast is anything like accurate, promises to be another warm one. The summers do seem to be getting warmer. Global warming. I get my own personal global warming courtesy of my lovely boyfriend, as does he from me on a daily basis. And the weather is getting warmer now we are into May, so we want the time after school to ourselves to enjoy the much longer days. Only seven or eight more weeks to the longest day.

Kerry has his mobile phone now; he got it for Christmas, half paid for by mum and dad, a bit from me and the rest Kerry put to it from his immoral earnings. Well, no more immoral than my earnings and not really immoral at all I suppose. Hard earned I'd say. It depends how you view us providing such a service for others and getting paid for it. Perhaps we are a kind of boy prostitute. Not a good thought really.

About three weeks ago I spoke to Henry whom I like. He's in his early twenties and a handsome devil if ever I saw one. I fancy him. I do, even to the extent that I've imagined him having his way with me. Kerry and I had gone round to his place one afternoon after school and he asked me to go to bed with him. Just like that, not for any sort of sex, but in one's imaginings things like that can easily be arranged. We kissed and we both got hard-ons and then he gave me what I was craving, good and hard for ages. What he did in my imagination made me come pretty nicely I might add. Kerry has never wanted to do that for me, ever. It's not what he can do. I've suggested it but he won't. He just wants me, on the rare occasions we can go that far. I just can't help wondering what it would be like to have an adult penis inside me, thrusting in and out until………it was all over for him, and ideally me too, accompanied by shouts of joy from me; my joy as well as his.

The point is that I told Henry I was worried about all this selfie stuff kids are doing and I was very concerned about Kerry becoming a victim of such behaviour. I said that my dear friend is quite innocent and would never realise the danger he might be in, and did he have any advice for me? He knew what I really meant.

'You mean from me don't you Arlo. You think I might take advantage of him don't you. Don't beat about the bush Arlo. What do you take me for? I can assure you that…….I just like him; and you too. I'm……..well you might have guessed.'

'Yes I have, and neither of us mind that little detail Henry. We don't mind at all but we, or rather I, have to be sure that he's ok with you. He's had a pretty awful life so far but now he's turned it around. He's very precious to me, and my family. It would be absolutely dreadful if he was hurt in some way.'

'You don't need to tell me that Arlo. I know. Look, is there some way we can get over these little doubts? I'm acutely aware. That's all I can say Arlo. Why don't you both come over and then you can be sure? What about that for an idea?'

Kerry must have been round to Henry's place three times now, without me to know what has been going on, if anything has. I don't think it has. He would have told me. Mum has no real idea of what we do, and certainly not about what Kerry does when he has some time to himself which he must have. I cannot be with him all the time and I don't want to be. She thinks we go around the town or go for long walks which would give us plenty of time to go around to Henry's place to satisfy his urge to draw nude boys doing something interesting. If Henry wants to draw us and make a private arrangement, then we can set some rules can we not? I thought about this last night. He ought to be nude too, if he wants us to be. That's fair isn't it? I suppose that sounds like a joke but I think I mean it. I've got my birthday next week. I'll be fourteen. Henry told me via a text message he's only twenty-one. I'm wondering what he knows about life, where he came from, or even what he does to make ends meet? I'm tempted. These thoughts I'm having about him, and me, and Kerry, are strong ones, and exciting ones too. I've no idea what a mature penis does but I can guess. And what does he really think of me? I rather think that my curiosity is about to overwhelm me. Another thought occurs. Might Henry become a substitute for Kerry? No, he could never be. Surely not?

At the end of the class Henry came over to where we were getting dressed.

'Look boys, I think you Arlo are reading too much into this situation. Might you give me the chance to show you that I'm ok?'

'What does that mean Henry?'

'It means that Kerry has you with him Arlo. That can't be bad can it? What about if we meet outside? The beach maybe? Or a walk somewhere? It's half term next week isn't it? The weather forecast is good.'

'And it's my birthday on Wednesday.'

'There you are then! Perfect. Come round and see the studio I rent first. The old lifeboat house near the Martello tower.'

'Oh goodness. You have that place?'

'I don't live there as you know. I'm a bit of an artist, film maker. All that sort of thing. I come to this class to learn more about the human body. Drawing it is the best way to understand human anatomy better. The process really makes you observe, and looking is understanding. I just want to observe Arlo. There are so many subjects to observe at the town's seafront don't you think? All the people going up and down, all the activities going on, the people, bicycles, dogs, pushchairs, swimmers; everything happening. Kerry knows that I only mean well for him, and you if you would like to get involved, as you are to some extent. Looking is understanding and enjoying. You are two wonderful people so worth knowing. Come and see what I do. Why not?'

While he was speaking I could see Henry looking at Kerry as he pulled up his grey school shorts, tuck his pale blue shirt in and finally secure the clips in the elasticated waistband.

'So what about Monday morning boys? As early as you like. Enjoy the nice weather.'

I looked back at Henry. He looks innocent enough, and very, very good looking with that long blond streaky hair.

'Do you ever go to the beach Henry?'

'I'm down there all the time in the summer. What about you boys?'

Kerry looked at me. It will be his first summer down here.

'Oh yes. Whenever we can. After school too; for a quick dip in the sea before our teatime.'

'Brilliant! That's a plan then? Monday morning at the lifeboat house, and remember, the earlier the better. Do you know where it is? Just walk in. The door facing the beach will not be locked. Just go up the stairs and you'll find me there.'

'So what do you do there?'

'It's a bit of a story really, but to get to the nitty gritty, I was always interested in photography, and film in particular, but had no money to develop it after college. An uncle took an interest in me shall we say. He thought I was good enough to become a professional so set me up with a studio and enough money to fund a few projects. He bought me all the kit I needed and pays the rent on my house. So, a bit of luck really.'

'What do you make films about?'

'As I mentioned, just ordinary life and all the people in it, going about their daily business, just like you two do. I'm thinking that as a couple, you make an interesting subject for exploration.'

'Oh, right. Why?'

'And I can fund it too. You said your half term is coming up at the end of next week. Maybe we can make a short film? You might enjoy doing that; learn a bit about film making at the same time as having fun and getting paid for it.'

'How long does it take?' I asked, thinking at speed.

'Who knows but it can all be done in a few hours if I keep it simple. We could try something really quick and simple in the studio first to see if this might be something you would want to try.'

'Just us?' Kerry chipped in.

'Yes. This might be a guess but I suspect you are good friends; as in, very good friends?'

'What does that mean?' Asks an excited Kerry.

'That means you are, as I mentioned earlier, a couple . Two boys who like being together a lot of the time. You enjoy being physically close to one another. Is that true? You excite each other. You like how the other one looks. You find each other attractive. Am I right? Both of you prefer boys to girls?'

I looked at Kerry who smiled and looked back at me, and then we both looked at Henry. He gave us that benign look with raised eyebrows that told us he was very sure about his assessment of us two boys, together. Does it show that much? Probably. Then he goes for the jugular……..

'Fifty pounds each for every day you work for me. Nine until four. Maybe five days at the most.'

That's two hundred-and-fifty pounds sterling each, in cash, a tidy sum not to be sneezed at.

I look back at Kerry who is nodding enthusiastically. He's going to agree to this anyway, so I think I ought to be with him.

'Yes, we want to do it Henry.' I say, very taken with this idea.

'Perfect. I'll get a storyboard together in the next couple of days. Will you be modelling for us this Friday a usual?'

It was our last session modelling for Phil's class.

The prospect of working for Henry was far more interesting than sitting, standing or even lying down for an hour for what is peanuts compared to Henry's offer. I can see a brand new ipad looming!

Phil wanted us to lie down facing each other, our middle bits kept well apart thank goodness, arms around each other's shoulders, knees bent, so it wasn't overtly intimate.

'We'll call this pose two friends together people. The boys tell me that this is their last session with us. Pressure of homework and all that, so they say.'

'Shame.' Was the mummering response from 'the people.' What they didn't know about, bar one person, was the reason why.

Henry walked back with us more or less all the way home.

'I can take you all the way if you want boys?'

Oh really? He meant all the way home presumably but there might have been a hint of double-entendre there, possibly? All the way is a term we used for a lengthy, if you will forgive my choice of words here, sojourn being gripped by Kerry. He's kept up his pelvic floor exercises for the purpose of pleasing me in that very special way, and he does. It doesn't happen very often, four times now, because it depends on us having the house to ourselves. We like to make it a noisy business with lots of appreciative sound from both of us. The first time was truly amazing. A good ten minutes' worth of total boy fun at the end of which I collapsed onto Kerry with both of us laughing, and then the inspection afterwards.

'Where's it gone Arlo?'

'Where do you think it's gone Kerry?'

''Will it stay there?'

'I don't know.'

'I felt it coming in, and then out again.'

'So did I.' I said, both of us laughing.

'Don't go.' Says Kerry, his voice gone lower and husky. He has such a sexy voice this boy.

'I'm not going anywhere.'

Eventually we disengaged the natural way as what had got close to giving Kerry what he needed in addition to what he had got, shrank and slipped out, covered in my very own slimy stuff. What a feeling that was too, utterly blissful and so, so long in the making, and so quickly all over. But that's how it is isn't it?

Kerry knelt between my raised-up knees, my back against the headboard of our bed, my fingers running through his dark shiny hair. He wants me between his lips as I rise again, his fingers coaxing up anything more that might be lurking in my urethra. But I need to check something. What goes up surely must come back down again. Does it? I don't know.

'Turn round please. Stay on your knees.'

Kerry did as I told him to, still on his knees and presenting, holding his buttocks wide apart, the deep dark door still partially open. I had warned him that we might need to do this.

And then it appeared, at least some of it, quite slowly, as Kerry let it all go into the makeshift cup made by my closed fingers.

Kerry turns around and looks, open mouthed.

'We did it?'

'Yes we did.'

'Would it have that gone in my pants?'

'I suppose so.'

'Oh yuk. I can feel more Arlo.' He informs me, his middle finger exploring.

'Let me.'

A few minutes later Kerry brought forth for my delectation, his own contribution to the party, thinner in consistency, but the sweetest gift of all from someone so beautiful I cannot say. I know I won't have him for ever, but while I do………….

I met my dear sister Fiona at the top of the stairs. Kerry was still fiddling in the bedroom.

'Your clean things Arlo.' She says handing me a few newly laundered pairs of my absolute favourites from Next. 'There's a couple of Kerry's in there too; the tiny ones.' She says with a sniff.

'What's up with you?' I snap.

'Nothing.' She says, her tongue ostentatiously poking out her cheek. I know what she's thinking. Nice teeny things for my nice teeny bum boy, all wet from his friend's stuff…….and his own.

I was a few steps away when Fiona threw this at me…….

'And can you keep the noise down when you two are doing it.'

I spun round.

'What's that supposed to mean?'

'I heard you the other morning. You didn't hear me, obviously. At least I assume you might have been a bit quieter if you knew I'd come back? Maybe not. Far too carried away with dealing with your little friend. Bum boys.' And then she walked off leaving me with a very warm face and an open mouth. I hate her sometimes. Oh poo bottoms, the noises, that was an error but how was I to know she was back in the house? The trouble is that once you get into it good and proper, you just don't care who hears or even sees you. Sex is like that. It just takes over your whole being. That's why it's so good. I want it so badly with Kerry. If it wasn't him, my boy on a plate, it would have to be someone else. I think I'd ask Henry; in fact I would definitely ask Henry if he wanted to do it with me. I would be his vessel, his little pot to fill, to the brim, until it all…….well, never mind all that. But that is what I want. The more I think about the possibilities, the more I desire exactly that. Where's Kerry now?

Fiona called me back just as I was about to open our bedroom door.

'Sorry, that was nasty of me Arlo. Kerry. He's lovely. I think I must be a bit jealous of a friendship like that. Sorry. You have something I've never had. Maybe I never will have. He's beautiful Arlo, he really is.'

She moved close and kissed me on my cheek. I looked at her.

'Thanks. I'm just one of those boys I'm afraid.'

'I know you are. We knew ages ago, and don't worry, mum and dad are fine with it, just in case you ever think they're not. Are you sure Kerry is?'

'Pretty sure. I never………..'

'I know you wouldn't do that. What do you want for your birthday?'

'Oh nothing, please.'

'Some more socks? Pants? What sort do you…… and Kerry like? More of the same?' She says smiling, her tongue back in her cheek again.

'How did you know?' I said, with that questioning look.

'A girl's intuition, if you know what that means. You may as well have what you want Arlo.'

I had a call from Henry about nine. We were all watching another 'Call the Midwife' repeat, a show mum watches over and over again. She said there was nothing else on which was true, and it makes her cry. She likes TV shows that make her cry. She's just like that. Maybe that's where I get it from. Maybe. I've wondered recently if there's something wrong with me, in my head?

It was an unknown number so I let it ring for a few seconds by which time I had left them to it, mum with hanky in hand. Kerry was sitting next to her, leaning in to her. He's ultra-sensitive to anything sad on the telly. They can enjoy a good cry together. Mum can have the pleasure of Kerry's body against hers for the next couple of hours and then I'll have him all to myself. I'm sure Kerry like m um's chesty bits. Sometimes he'll virtually bury his face into her breasts as if he wants to suck her……nipples, is it, or teats? I'm not sure. With him I'm sure it's a regressive issue, like wanting to suck his thumb if I'm not watching. There's a definite thing in his head about having something in his mouth; my good luck I guess. Kerry loves my tongue. He tells me to stick it out when we kiss, and then he strokes it with his, over and over again. When I put it back in, he follows it with his. It's a very sexy game. It never fails to get us going…….again.

I hadn't put Henry in my contacts list so his name didn't appear.

'I've thought of a rough plan for Monday Arlo, if you're still up for it?' 'Oh right. Can't wait to hear it. Can you tell me now or do we have to wait until Monday?' 'I thought you could be yourselves for an hour. Just do what you might ordinarily do. As I say, just hang out together. I know it's your birthday on Wednesday didn't you say?' 'Yes, Wednesday.' 'Ok, there's no need to come that day. Have fun at home with Kerry.' 'We would do. We always do.' 'Yes that's what I thought you'd want to do. I might add that being at the OLH shouldn't prevent you from, as I said, just being you two together. OLH stands for the Old Lifeboat House by the way.' 'Oh, us two boys together? Like the Hockney painting.' 'Exactly Arlo, exactly that. That's what I want from you both. Doing what comes naturally to you so I can get a better idea of how you might deal with something bigger.' 'I think I might have misunderstood you here Henry. We have fun doing lots of things. What were you thinking of?' 'Just that Arlo. Lots of things that you do together. It would be a shame to rule anything out surely?' 'Umm, I suppose that's right. I don't think Kerry or I rule anything out.' 'Well that's good. Keep an open mind and see how it goes. You could start by making me a cup of tea and then sit in the front window that overlooks directly onto the beach.' 'Oh nice.' 'I've got one of those padded super-duper swivel chairs by the window. You could try that out. It's big enough for two.' 'Is it? Kerry might want to sit in my lap.' 'You seem to be warming to the idea Arlo. Where are you now?' 'In my bedroom so this conversation remains private. Kerry has just come in by the way. I'm going to put you on speaker.' 'Before you do, is that wise?' 'Yes I think so. Do you do any drawing in there? Shall we bring our posing pouches?' 'Not necessary. Photography is really my main interest Arlo. Still and moving images.' 'Well we might be moving, but I'm a bit wary of being captured on film. We've been having talks at school about that.' 'Have you. You have to be careful as no doubt you've been told. I understand that completely Arlo. It's a matter of trust, should you let that happen. I accept I'm an unknown quantity.' 'Quantity? Kerry and I are a known quantity,' 'Are you? More or less?' 'More in my case, less in his.' 'But something in his case?' 'Now, yes, before, no.' 'So he's getting there?' 'Oh yes. But when do you think you'll become a known quantity?' 'As far as you boys are concerned? Whenever is convenient for you guys. Just say the word dear boy and I'll come running.' 'I think this conversation is getting out of hand Henry.' 'Indeed it is Arlo. No more jokes please. Better keep it in hand then? Where is your friend right now?' 'Sitting on the bed next to me wondering what on earth we're talking about. He's just getting ready for bed.' 'Down to those pants yet?' 'Yes, and he'll keep them on in bed.' 'Your bed?' 'Our bed actually. He's ok now but in the early days he got very unsettled going to sleep, or trying to and I needed to be in with him. Mum got us a wider bed. He's fine now.' 'He's fine in bed then?' 'More than fine Henry.' 'With his things still on?' 'To start with but not when he gets hot. I'm afraid they have to come off then.' 'Come off?' 'Absolutely. Look, I have to get on now. Ten o'clock on Monday then? It's supposed to be beach weather so we'll come prepared. Swimming kit and a towel each to lie on as far as mum is concerned. She's at home all week. School half term.' 'Right. Save yourselves for Monday then Arlo.' 'I'll try but it'll be hard.' 'Will it now? Willpower Arlo; please! I want you filled with enthusiasm for the task ahead, and all fresh as daisies, good and ready.' 'Right, I'll tell Kerry to be prepared for anything.' 'Perfect. See you both then in top form. Sleep well.'

Kerry is lying with his back to me, uncovered, knees bent, waiting, at least that's what it looks like. Saturday tomorrow. That's three whole nights to abstain. Then it's Monday morning. Quite a long time for both of us to wait. We always lie in for an extra half hour at least at weekends. A tricky one. Kerry will just have to be disappointed.

Actually he's gone to sleep, so that's one night dealt with. I now have the chance to mull over how we both might handle Monday with Henry before I succumb to sleep as well as my lovely boy next to me. There he is, all mine to play with to my happy hearts content. Right now I'm sorely tempted to roll him over and……….no, willpower dear boy.

An idea struck me for our screen test, or whatever it turns out to be on Monday. It won't be a full-length feature film, that's for sure, but it will be an opportunity to see what sort of fit we are for bit of experimental cinemaphotography. Old friends reunited. The boy I met last summer when we were on holiday by the sea. That would fit. I'm going to phone Henry.

'Hi Arlo. What's up matey?'

'Nothing, apart from my idea for Monday.'

'Oh, great. Inform me if you would.'

'I met this boy on holiday last summer when we were camping. He and his family were in the next tent to ours. We got on so well we invited him to come down to Hythe for a week so we could keep up our friendship. We have a holiday studio here, which happens to be your place but never mind that minor detail, and we can stay here. Does it have a bed?'

'Yes, a double as it happens. I've no idea why I decided to put a double bed in there.'

'Ok. So I bring him to the studio, we'll call it that, and we start to catch up. We talk about our good times together last summer and then we just go on from there. I'd like a swim on Monday at some stage. There's a bit of adlibbing of course but we can handle all that. We do that kind of thing in Drama all the time. I'll make sure things run along nicely. What do you think?'

'I think that sounds alright. I'll set up two cameras and sound kit. There'll be a general view towards the big window and the sea and one focused on your conversation with Kerry, facing each other might work well, like two talking heads.'

'And some body too?'

'And some body too, but you are not nude. I can't have that sort of scenario. You two prime the situation and then get prepared for the beach and your swim. And then you return to…….whatever. Slightly cliched but never mind that. It's just a start. I can edit it down to something nice I'm sure, and acceptable. This should be about romance Arlo, not sex. If you get excited at any stage it will be stay inside your shorts.'

I'm beyond excited. Some distance beyond it in fact.

Finally I got to sleep. But before I did, I rang Henry again.

'Henry, I was thinking. Can't we start tomorrow?'

Of course we can!

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The Bus Stop

by Rafael Henry

Chapter 16