The Bus Stop

by Rafael Henry

Chapter 18

Henry carried Kerry back up the beach and across the tarmac road, along the rough path back to the Old Lifeboat House, through the little door that leads up the bare and creaking wooden staircase up to his first-floor studio with that great view over the pebble beach and the glistening English Channel in the midday sunlight, the reflections like bright pearls set on background of blue. We are at the farthest western end of Hythe beach almost adjacent to the army firing range, forbidden territory that divides us from the expanse of another very different mile long sandy beach and those wonderful dunes at Camber, all in a different county, my father's county, Sussex.

I think Kerry must be in mild shock from his sea bathe, something he has never experienced before, growing up many miles from any coastline. The only swimming he has ever done was in the public baths provided by the town. Swimming in our cold tidal waters where waves will frighten the inexperienced, or worse, is a very different proposition. I think he's enjoying the ride in Henry's arms, two hands supporting him underneath with the boy's arms tight around him, his face rubbing against Henry's not entirely without hair, chest. You would have to be strong to carry a boy of Kerry's size and weight, but Henry looks the part, excitingly muscled and athletic. Needless to say I checked him out on the beach in his brief swimwear very similar to ours. There didn't appear to be anything overly frightening in there. I'm imagining that well-built men have well-built penises, but that's not necessarily so at all, according to the Book. I've seen similar aged boys in the showers and on the beach who vary hugely in that department. I'm in the middle, I think. Thus far I haven't given Kerry much cause for concern apart from the third time we did it properly when I got slightly carried away. I hadn't long had one another way with him but I was keen to do it again just twenty minutes later. It took a while and a lot of energy but I got there in the end. I don't think Kerry could have lasted much longer. He was beginning to object to the length and depth issues. It wasn't pain but some discomfort for sure, which perversely, when he started those urgent sounds, made me come. That made me think about why I found that so erotic. I'm sure I enjoyed the domination factor, not to cause him any discomfort, but have what I wanted in the way I wanted it.

We were in bed that evening, ready to sleep after an exactly day, albeit a Saturday with mum and dad out with my sister somewhere.

'I'm sorry Kerry. What I was doing to you this afternoon. I'm not sure you liked that much.'

'Why? I did. Towards the end it began to get a bit……too far in maybe.'

'I thought I might be hurting you that's all. I would never want to do that.'

'You did, a bit, but I didn't mind it Arlo. I did. I always want you to do it like that. It doesn't matter if it hurts a bit. I just want you to…….'

'Do you?'

'Umm, that's way better than just being gentle. I almost……..you know…….got the feeling.'

'Really?'

'Umm. I wanted you to go on but…….'

'That's amazing. Thanks for telling me.'

In the Good Book it said that what it called 'prostate orgasms' were quite hard to achieve through anal sex unless the giver could go on for ages. I think that should be our ambition now, to do it so we both have our feelings, more or less at the same time. Imagine that. Blissful indeed. Both of you together in simultaneous ecstasy. I'm going to try to get one of those but in the Book it suggests using some sort of throbbing motorized sex toy that vibrates inside, or get your partner to do it for you. Kerry? I doubt it, but I bet Henry wouldn't mind having a go.

Henry laid Kerry down on the big bed. He's decided to play all limp and pathetic as he settles onto his right side with his knees drawn up a little and his hands tucked under his chin. That's a great pose, showing an expanse of bare back where his tee has ridden up. I looked at Henry.

'Oh that's too good to miss Arlo. Get down on your knees boy and give him a little TLC. That's the thing with you two boys, your relationship is fascinating. That's what I want to do with you two, find a way without words of explaining exactly what your relationship is, and how it works. Every part of it. I'm quite convinced that you love each other like brothers rather than lovers. I'm quite sure that you do. Arlo, grab that rug over there and put it over that gorgeous boy. Then go to him.'

'And do what?'

'Just be with him for a few minutes. He looked like he hadn't slept last night worrying about today and that immersion therapy you've just put him through. He did that because he knew you wanted him to. Don't you think there was just a chance that he was terrified to go in that sea? He might just go to sleep now, if he isn't already. I've been thinking for ages about what I could do with you two in visual terms. I see it as a love story. A whole sequence of ideas put together to tell the story of your friendship purely in visual terms. No dialogue at all, just a collection of everyday scenes and events. I see the bus stop as pivotal, possibly. The journey you two do every school day. Yes, I sense a plan that's slowly taking shape here. I mean that what you do now when you're kneeling by him is all part of your own very personal story. Go and do what you want to do. I know you might think I'd like you to act upon him in a sexual way but I don't. What proportion of your interactions with Kerry are actually sexually motivated; do you think?'

'Hardly any at all. We do sexual things together, that's true, but………'

'It never starts that way? Is that true?'

'Oh yes absolutely. I find him very much to my liking in all sorts of ways including that way so………'

'So do I. He's just so adorable; and attractive to anyone who……..'

'Yes I know what you might say. But with me it's not just him.' I said, looking at Henry and not looking away.

'I might just be thinking that way myself Arlo. With me it's not just Kerry, as a physical entity which on that level I'm finding very attractive but you as well. I have no intention of thinking any further on that track by the way. But I can admit to you that thinking and looking might be ok with you, and Kerry. Is that ok?'

'Of course it is! Shall I look and see if he's asleep?'

I knelt down thinking hard about what Henry has just told me, my heart beating somewhat faster as a result. Kerry is too young for me. That's always been my worry. But we can't help ourselves. We've talked about this enough times and I know mum is thinking exactly that, dad too no doubt. But they don't want to rock our boat given the precarious state that Kerry might be in. I don't think he is at all. I think he's resilient and way more confident within himself now and absolutely fine.

I've got the travel rug over Kerry and he hasn't moved an inch in the last five minutes. Whether he has been listening to Henry going on I don't know. But I do know what I want to do with him now. I looked round to see what Henry is up to. He's setting up the video camera, but not directly behind me but to one side, my left side. Alright, I know what to do. I don't need or want any direction. Neither does Henry want to direct me simply because that's not the point of this exercise. I have this surge of love for Kerry that brings tears to my eyes, a bit of a cliché I know , but that's how it gets me. Sorry. It won't be anything sexual, just the giving of tender loving care to the boy I need to show my love to.

'That is so nice Arlo. Has anyone ever done that for you?'

I'm not going to stop feeling Kerry's sleeping body, my palms passing over the warm bare skin of his back under his tee, feeling soft and loose material, deliciously non-fitting you might say, allowing a bit more freedom for me to stray under, around and just a tiny way inside. And those legs! Such lithe and wondrous limbs that they are.

'No, not really. It's not appropriate for parents to handle their child in that way is it. Certainly not Fiona, my sister. She'd rather kick me in the head. Actually she wouldn't. Anyway, no I never have had attention like that.'

'Not even Kerry?'

'No not really. He wouldn't know how yet. He will one day I'm sure, but he's not into that. It's all sensations at the moment with him. Romance has to take a back seat rather but he'll learn, gradually.'

'Would you like to be?'

'Yes I would. Just to see what it's like, getting it rather than giving it. It would make a change, not that Kerry doesn't do his best. He does. But he just doesn't know yet.'

'And you do?'

'More than he does that's for sure.'

'I'd like to give you some TLC; if you would accept it from me?'

'Of course I would!'

'We could sit together in that easy chair over there and look at the sea while your friend snoozes. He seems to be away with the fairies for a while.'

'He's well gone. Normally what I'm doing would stir his stumps, and there's no stirring going on.' I said looking round at Henry perched behind the camera.

'Leave him now Arlo.'

I put the travel rug over him and looked at his face. He's asleep, properly now, a tiny dribble coming from the corner of his mouth. He looks so adorable when he sleeps. He's not perfect, but he is to me.

Henry stood up just as I did. I have an erection still, as I have had all the time I was seeing to Kerry's comforting. It's what his mind and body do to me. The feel of it, the thought of it, and remembering the things we have done together. All those things combine to affect my body in this way. Those thoughts, feelings and sensations going on in my head transfer almost instantly.

I saw Henry look down at the front of my shorts. I'm a couple of days short of my fourteenth birthday. How can a boy hide it? The simple answer to that question is; they can't hide it.

'May I sit in your lap please? Kerry enjoys that. The first time we………'

'In our shorts?'

'I suppose so.' I said.

He said 'You've modelled for me and the others haven't you?'

'Yes. Nude.'

'Did you enjoy that? I mean the nude bit?'

'Umm. I did. It was fun.'

'Ok, good. You might think of it in those terms then? Nothing new for you. But it will be for me but I don't mind, not at all.'

'Me seeing you naked? It might scare me a bit.'

'I doubt it. I think I'm pretty much like you Arlo. Shall we? As you've not seen me that way before. Perhaps I should go first?'

I said 'Nothing like a little drama then?'

'Huh! Absolutely. Do you want to do it?'

'Really? Alright then.'

In for a penny, in for a pound as they say, so the big reveal shall commence.

Henry just has a tee shirt on top, plain pale blue, powder blue which mum would think a little……..well never mind what she would think. I like it. He's six inches taller than me, at a guess, shirt not tucked in so I can get it straight up and over his head. Gosh he's nicely built, and just a little hair on his chest. Dad has tons of it and around his penis and up his tummy. It joins up with the stuff on his chest. I saw him by accident in the shower a couple of years ago. I was slightly shocked at the sight of his penis, a great big thing hanging down, but thrilled that it was that thing that made me. Well done dad! And his pair of dangly things too that produced a gallon of sperm to squirt into mum. I wonder what she thinks of all that stuff going into her? Perhaps she likes it. Anyway I'm not about to ask her.

Henry smiles down at me.

'Come on Arlo, be brave. It's not going to bite you so your safe until……….' He said, tailing his sentence off.

'Are you sure you want me to?' I said, eyebrows raised. He smiles, raising his too. I'm going to enjoy this undressing game, I think, just as I always do when I undress Kerry. Henry raises his arms by way of my invitation to take a couple of steps towards him and start the revelation of the unknown.

I'm nervous at this stage because I'm undoing Henry's shorts, lemon yellow, which works well with the blue colour of his tee, not unlike the colour of Kerry's school blazer.

Two metal clips at the top, and then the zip fastener which comes down easily. White pants, and poking just below the gathered waistband, the head of his penis. I can see that there's that covering of thin skin stretched across the head part I've seen in other boys, just leaving the slitty bit showing now as the sturdy organ grows.

He's not like me. I can just see inside the slitty peeing bit. It looks shiny and moist, wet almost, but not. What's that?

With my thumbs in both sides of the waistband, I pull it all down in one go. His penis flops forward, that covering of skin gone back slightly leaving almost all the pink head showing. The shiny stuff in the slit has grown into a bead about the size of a small pea, and beginning to change shape from a round blob to a larger one elongating and conforming to laws of gravity, just suspended there. It looks like it will drip down any moment. My penis is just under thirteen centimetres but Henry's is longer by a distance; probably another six. There's no upwards curve and no sideways bend in it. It looks perfectly straight, the head part slightly narrower than the rest of it, the shaft I think the Good Book calls it. I like it. I'm impressed. I want it.

'What do you think Arlo. Scary?'

'No. It's…….nice. Rather impressive actually.'

'Oh good. I'm glad it doesn't frighten you. It means well. They're good friends for us boys to have so we should be grateful don't you think?'

'Yes, very good friends to have. What's that funny stuff here?' I asked, almost touching it with the tip of my middle finger.

'Oh that can appear sometimes when it gets excited.'

'Like now?'

'Yes, like now. He's having certain thoughts which excites him.'

'Like he's nothing to do with you then?'

That made him laugh.

'You now. I don't think he can wait much longer.'

'Oh dear. What will he do?'

'Spit at you probably, in annoyance that he was kept waiting far too long to meet you.'

I let him undress me. As he did so the head of our respective penises touched momentarily. I should not have let that happen but I did nothing to prevent it, any more than he did. When he turned around to walk over to the chair near the window I could see his rear end, like two hard globes of muscle with a dark line between them. I could see his large testicles between his legs when he walked, just, and a dark flattened oval shape between the two bottom cheeks. I'm not sure if there's any correlation between large balls and the amount of semen an adult produces. Presumably the bigger they are the more they make. That stands to reason doesn't it? Mine look about half the size of his.

He told me he's six feet tall. I'm five two. He put the video camera to one side of the chair and assured me that only our heads and the upper part of our chest would be visible to the lens when we sat in the easy chair with the view. We would be seen in profile only, our faces lit nicely by the light from the window.

'I like the idea of two heads together in relation to the view of the sea, a sort of contemplative moody scene, no dialogue at all but just atmosphere. It might work well. What do you think Arlo? I want your input all the way.'

'This is all about art isn't it?'

'Oh yes, and drama, and whatever else transpires. Speculate to accumulate. Take a few risks and profit by them. Things will happen by chance which will generate more ideas and directions with any luck. Don't try to predict or predetermine what happens. Go with the flow Arlo, if you feel able? The trick is to relax and not rule anything out. What we have in us will come out.'

'That sounds scary.'

'It is, in a way, but think how scared Kerry must have felt before he met you. He must have been terrified for his future, poor boy. You were meant to find him Arlo, just as he was right there for you to find. Don't you think that's amazing? He'll go away one day, perhaps sooner than later. But you'll go on loving him for as long as you shall live, just as he will love you back. Nothing can or will destroy that. Only if you want it to wither away. Come on, let's sit down and admire the view.'

I had another look at Henry and his fine figure sitting in the chair ready to receive my bottom on top of him. The thought struck me that my bottom would sit right on top of his now not quite flaccid penis. You don't get much closer than this do you?

'Put your legs either side of mine Arlo, then lean back.'

I did as he told me as I gently lowered myself onto him, his securing arms now around my middle, two warm hands resting on my lower tummy, my head right under his chin. The chair is a leather one that swivels, nicely padded with quite a high back so we could rest our heads perfectly.

'Comfy?'

'Umm, very. You feel all warm.'

'Probably because I am, with you on top of me like this. I love it. It's a nice view from here, don't you think?'

'I'm not thinking about the view. I can feel you under my bottom.'

'A bad feeling?'

'No, quite nice actually, although a bit distracting. It's quite hard thinking about the visual qualities of the sea when I can feel you under me like this. You feel ever so close somehow.'

'Just don't think about whatever it was you were thinking about. May I ask you something Arlo, something a bit personal?'

'Yes if you want to.'

'You mentioned a book you and Kerry refer to sometimes. You called it the good book, or something like that.'

'Yes, it's a book about sex. It offers the novice some good advice on how to negotiate a physical and sexual encounter. The best ways to do things, and things to avoid. There are two in the series, one for men and women and the other for just men, together.'

'Not boys?'

'No. It couldn't could it? Not really. Boys aren't supposed to do that kind of thing.'

'But they do. Do you two talk about sex much?'

'Now and again, or quite often. As we are both boys there's only one book that seems relevant to us so we read bits of that one. It's fun.'

'Just reading about it or doing what it says?'

'Both. We've tried a few things.'

'And enjoyed it?'

'Yes.'

'Have you ever really gone for it? You know what I mean by that, do you?'

'Umm. We've tried.'

'And?'

'Yes. It worked, up to a point.'

'Yours introduced to him?'

'Umm. I'm sure he doesn't want to do it himself. I'd like him to because I don't know what it would feel like with something inside you like that. It doesn't hurt him if that's what you're worried about. It would if it was something like…….'

'Like mine?'

'Yes. You're way bigger than me. And much thicker; and much longer. It wouldn't go in. Not without massively hurting surely?'

'It would Arlo. You know what the words anus and rectum mean?'

'Yes. The anus is the first part and the rectum is the next bit up.'

'Correct. Both of those parts of your body will expand to accommodate something much bigger than the average sized penis Arlo. Think about what comes out of it. It's very elastic tissue in there designed to stretch if it needs to. Then it just goes back to it's normal size afterwards.'

'Sometimes I do……..you know, something pretty hefty.'

'Exactly. And your bottom will expand just as much as a grown up one will. Even when you were quite young it would. Even then. Did you do that straight way with Kerry?'

'No, we played other games way before that. We worked up to it.'

'But you played with him there, maybe?'

'Yes. I got some of that jelly stuff and used……'

'Your fingers?'

'Yes.'

'Did Kerry ever play with yours?'

'Once he did, just gently, but it was only once. I don't think he liked doing that.'

'Did you like him doing that?'

'Yes. I wish he did it to me loads more but I know he doesn't want to so I don't ask him.'

'So if he decided he wanted to put his penis into your bottom to please you in that way, would you want him to?'

'Yes I would. I'd love that.'

'So you never have had any sort of experience like that before and you would like to. Is that what you're saying to me Arlo?'

'I suppose so, yes.'

I hadn't been aware of what was happening between my legs, but it was happening. Just the thought of it was more than enough to get the blood flowing in there again. A good two minutes passed without anything being said. I just wanted to ask him that question. Would he? Would he mind if I asked him?

We both knew what is going on, unseen between us.

'What are you thinking about Arlo?'

'Nothing much. Just about what you said. Is it nice then?'

'What, exactly?'

'Having something like that inside you?'

'I have had that experience a few times. First, a few years ago with a couple of boys my age, and then much later with a boyfriend I had for a while; over a year in fact. He was older than me by three years. I met him right here on Hythe beach. I was sixteen at the time and he was nineteen. He was a virgin where sex was concerned but a lovely guy and handsome with it. We tried one night to do it but it was a bit of a disaster. Then he found someone else who was better at it than I was. I felt a horrible failure. I think I really wanted to go out with someone younger.'

'Did you find anybody?'

'I did. A bit like you. He was younger than me but we got on really well. He was fifteen and I was seventeen by then. I'm twenty-one now by the way. And you're fourteen in two days-time?'

'Yes. Two years to go.'

'Until what?'

'They told us at school. We're getting loads of sex stuff chucked at us at the moment. It's all this sexting going on, and kids making and sharing videos they make on their phones. It's incredibly easy to do now. Any kid can do it. That's why it's happening all the time. I know boys who make them. They masturbate in front of their phones until…….well you know what happens.'

'Yes.'

'I've seen one or two.'

'And you were impressed, or not?'

'A bit, yes.'

'And you and Kerry?'

'I can see the fun in it because you can replay it all later. They told us never to do it. I might lose my phone somewhere.'

'But do you watch them later?'

'No, not yet but we could do.'

'It's more fun to do something live than watch a recording don't you think?'

'Yes, exactly. Who wants to watch it when you can do it for real.'

'But if you can't ever do it for real?'

'That would be different I suppose. A kind of substitute.'

'A pretty good substitute if there's nothing else.'

Another long silence. The blood that flowed in has now flowed out again.

'I need you to move a little please Arlo. Up a bit higher. You're quite heavy.'

I moved. I'm just above him now and gravity is making us connect, perfectly.

'That's better now. Are my hands ok where they are?'

'No.'

'Oh. Where would you like them to be?'

'I'm here right now Henry. And I'm younger than you. I might be a good fit?'

'What about Kerry?'

'He's still asleep. You asked me a question just now. Can I tell you?'

'Both of my hands?'

'Part of one hand. The other one nearby.'

'Goodness, now what part of my hand could that be I wonder. This perhaps?'

Henry held up his hand, leaving two fingers straight and the other two and his thumb folded down into his palm.'

'Two fingers?'

'Just one then, to start with?'

It was just one, to start with. I got my feet up on the arms of the chair and leaned right back into Henry so my head was next to his. I like the feel of his bristly face against mine. He could reach me easily now with my knees wide apart. I've done this with Kerry in my lap, just like I am in Henry's now.

'Just see if you like it Arlo. You might not. Just tell me ok? You don't have to be sixteen to enjoy it by the way. Alright?'

I think any words would fail me, thinking back. I've never had a sensation like it before or since. That first time you experience it. To say that Henry got it just right for me is an understatement. The tip of one finger and a little saliva. Very slow circles, round and round and round starting at the edge and working inwards. Ten minutes of convincing me that anything is possible. And then he reaches the very centre of extreme pleasure for me, still making those tiny circles with the very lightest of touches, like gossamer, the gentlest sensation, hardly anything at all.

'Are you alright there?'

I nodded, incapable of any speech.

'Not too much for you then?'

I shake my head, breathing deeply. I have the mother and father of an erection. I can barely stand this treatment he's giving me. I'm just hoping he'll do what I think he's going to do, and quickly please!

I hope that gasp of pleasure doesn't wake Kerry up. I could not keep quiet. It's all just so intense, the sheer pleasure of it all. It made me realise that I want only one thing now. One more thing.

'Shhhh Arlo!' Henry whispers, trying not to laugh. 'Is it that bad?'

I took another deep breath.

'Just try to relax. I'll go on until you've had enough or……….something else happens; but that's very unlikely.'

I knew what he meant by 'something else'. The Book went on about it. Kerry might wake up and if or when he does, he'll not see what's going on.

'Your body relaxes and prepares for it Arlo, so when it happens, you will accept it quite easily. Thorough preparation is always the key to good sex.'

'That's what the Book said, exactly that.'

'And that's where the pleasure is. A partnership Arlo. It takes two like-minded people to make it work well. What you put in you get out.'

We laughed at that.

'What, literally?'

'Yes, that too. You might find out eventually, when you're a big boy. You have no proper pubic hair. Have you not started yet?'

'Started what?'

'Producing?'

'Yes but not enough for my liking.'

'What do you think of it?'

'Think of it?'

'Umm. I mean do you find it slightly yukky? Or not?'

'Not. I wish I could make more of it.'

'How long since it first appeared?'

'About six months, maybe?'

'You will make more. Just be patient. Anyway it doesn't matter at all. It all depends on the sperm count if you want to father kids. It only takes one wriggly little swimmer to get through to do the trick. Would you like that? To father a child?'

'I'd love one like Kerry. Have you ever done it with a girl?'

'I couldn't do it Arlo. I'm one hundred per cent gay. How about you?'

'I'm not sure. Not quite. I might be wrong, but……'

'Good. Keep an open mind on that one. Don't let anyone persuade you that you're one thing or the other. Some guys swing both ways. I thought I did once but I know now. Did you know you've……….?'

'Have I?'

'Oh yes you have a tiny bit. I thought Kerry was surfacing, if that's the right way to tell you that's he's woken up.'

Henry, decent again in his lemon flavoured shorts, torso bare, walked over to the bed and picked up the dozy Kerry and held him in his arms, the boy clinging on to his shoulders, head resting on one of them, eyes still shut, his little orange pants falling down his dangling legs. He brings him over to me where I am in the chair, just as I was. He gently lowers the boy into my lap, both of his legs over mine, ready for me to wrap my arms around him, press his body hard into mine, kiss his head, and tell him that I love him. Henry kindly lays the rug over us.

Henry turns his attention to the camera and lightly touches a control. The tiny red light goes out . Does that mean what I think it means?

Kerry feels so warm and snug in my lap. Three days now since we last. For us that's a long time, and for me like some sort of eternity. From the age of eleven I haven't missed a day let alone three. Desperate isn't the word for it.

I think the now awakened Kerry, in more ways than one way, is having the same thoughts. He's always playing up to Henry and they both know it. I think it's a way of teasing me just to see if they can get me to react and probably do something I will later regret. Henry comes over to our chair…….

'So what is going on under the rug then boys?'

'Nothing.' I said, removing Kerry's thumb from his mouth. He doesn't often do this. It's very odd. Sometimes when he's very tired he'll pop it in. Kerry put my hand which was wedged between his thighs, suitably hidden under the rug that covered most of us, back where he wanted it whilst opening his legs a little bit more. Not being able to resist the invitation I duly comply with his demands and gently stroke his boy orbs, feeling a little deeper to just confirm. After the trauma of his encounter with the English Channel, he's back on form again, his system reminding him that another 'feeling' as he calls it, is long overdue. I could very simply do it for him now, securely and privately under the rug. But Henry has rumbled us.

'It's pretty warm in here now. Shall I take the rug off you now?'

Kerry chirped up immediately 'Ok. It's hot under this thing.'

I moved my hand back down between his thighs, from the position Kerry had moved it not one minute ago.

'Right. Ok. You two look wonderful like that, all cosy and snuggled up. I'm very envious of you. But two's company and three's a crowd, as they say.

'Kerry asks 'Why?'

'Not enough room in the chair for me sweetheart.' Henry says, again passing his fingers through Kerry's long dark hair that needs a good combing through after the sea bathe. Seawater plays havoc with the hair. Salt.

Kerry said 'What about over there? Three is better than two isn't it?'

'In this case I agree, but it's not really bedtime Kerry, officially. Anyway you've not long come out of that bed.'

The boy looks up at Henry, those unblinking dark eyes open wide, thumb back in his mouth.

'Meany.' He says, momentarily removing his thumb.

'And what's all this thumb sucking about?'

Kery just gives him a broad smile. Henry shakes his head in that way that some teachers do when they mildly disapprove of something a boy has just done, but they like him.

I left Kerry in the padded brown leather revolving chair, leaning right back, his feet on the edge and his knees wide apart, and ostentatiously sucking away on his thumb, and staring at Henry who seemed captivated by this pose our boy had struck, with his soft genitalia, not to mention that other part , very much on view, resting comfortably and extraordinarily lovely. The human body in all its forms is indeed a miracle.

Using his feet for propulsion, Kerry spins the chair a couple of complete revolutions before settling on the view over the pebbles and beyond to a benign English Channel, whilst I walked with Henry to the back of the huge room where we found ourselves just inside a small kitchen area and out of sight. It was entirely spontaneous, looking at each other, being touched on my shoulders, me resting hands on the hairs on his chest, and without any hesitation or thought, I looked up and we put our mouths together and kissed, deeply, messily and with the kind of enthusiasm that spelt out to me that if was not going to be him, I knew the kind of sex I wanted. When we parted, somewhat breathless from shock, he said…….

'Why don't you take a day off school next week. You could spend the day here? Just see this suggestion as me planting a seed.'

A seed, or his seed, I thought the joke. I can think of two places he might like to plant it.

'It won't fall onto stony ground Henry, this seed of yours?'

He took a deep breath, and exhaled, slowly and softly, slowly shaking his head at my cheeky inuendo.

'And go to waste? I'd rather it didn't.'

I took my eyes away from his eyes and looked at his open mouth. It was a beautiful kiss that I could still taste. I looked down at the front of his pale shorts to make sure. He saw my downwards glance, touched me again on my face, and smiled.

' You're not going to start sucking your thumb I hope Arlo?'

I smiled and slowly shook my head.

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The Bus Stop

by Rafael Henry

Chapter 18