The Persistence of Memory

by Rafael Henry

Chapter 8

'I wonder if Rosie will get anywhere with Duncan?' I asked Garth.

'She might. He's very compliant and she looks like she usually gets what she wants.'

'But Duncan isn't the slightest bit interested in girls.'

'Neither were you………were you?' I replied.

'Definitely not darling! But you managed it?'

'Yes, rather effectively seduced by Anna.'

'Not just once as I recall you telling me.'

'No. I think it was three Thursday afternoons running. You just lie back and think of England Garth.'

'Yes, I do know the feeling. I live with your father sweetheart!'

'I wasn't thinking of England at the time actually. Something else entirely. Two other things, or boys in the shape of Johnny and Richard.'

'And then there was Eustace. Well done. He's real enough is he not?'

'Yes he's real enough. And mine.' I replied. Eustace is the Johnny's youngest brother, two now, and the fruit of my very own loins and a goodly dose of fourteen year-old spermatozoa in peak condition.

'So you managed it then?'

'Yes, with that large dollop of imagination. I had Thursday afternoons off and the house was ours. It was Johnny's mum, Anna's idea. I'd arrive back in my immaculate school uniform which she said was a giant turn on for her. Ok, so what? We had discussed it, jokingly, but I didn't realise how serious she was. The next Thursday she led me by the hand up to the bedroom, sat on the edge of her bed with me standing in front of her, took off her shirt, and started to fiddle with the front of my trousers. It felt like the old days at S. Endellion's when we could sneak into the lavs for a fiddle. Rather nice. I liked her so there wasn't anything I wasn't prepared to do to please her. She asked me if I was happy to spend some time in bed with her. I agreed. It was a very nice way to spend a Thursday afternoon. She was very flat chested and narrow hipped so on her front she could have passed for a teenaged boy. I found myself kneeling between her legs with a pretty good erection which she was playing with. She just guided me in, and I did it. I remember how easily it slipped inside her as I lay on top of her. I didn't want to kiss her. I remember that. She talked about boys all the time. Lots of intimate things about Johnny loving me and what he wanted to do with me.

'Make me come Alex……make me come……..make me come!' The boy kept shouting. I could feel his kinderkunt gripping me, relaxing, and then gripping me again. I was going to come. Nothing was more certain.

She went on like that because she sensed that it was going quite well for me. She was masturbating herself all this time with two fingers either side of her little thing she had shown me earlier and deep between the two folds of flesh.

Johnny told me he was cumming as his legs went this way and that, his toes curling up, and those sounds he always made when his feeling came.

She kept pushing her hips up near the end, up and down, and I could feel her gripping me, just like Johnny does.

Johnny cried out when he came, a strange evocation of deep satisfaction and a loving crying.

I felt the liquid travel through my body. It felt like hot liquid, from my bottom all the way through the tube that is my hard boy penis, and forced into Anna's body at the exact moment of my deepest thrust. I pushed harder into her as I felt the pulses of ejected semen flow.

Several pulses into my boy . My only boy. My deepest love.

She cried out, knowing that she had been filled by me. The schoolboy in the sexy uniform. The gay school boy who has just had sex with the passionate mother of his best friend.

Later I realized that I had bruised my pelvic bone, very slightly. I felt drained as I lay on my back beside Anna. I looked down at my stomach to see if anything was there. There was. Some very thick pale yellow stuff all the way down my penis, from tip to toe, mixed with semen.

Anna saw me looking. Twenty minutes later I was in heaven again, but I had got there in a very different way. The next time I looked, my penis was free from what a woman might leave on you after sex, thank goodness. I didn't like it.

'It only takes one Garth.' I said, cuddled into him, his hand on my thigh.

'Indeed it does.'

'Have you ever?'

'With a girl? Good gracious no! I couldn't, not in a million years.'

At that point I almost asked him to take me there and then. On the carpet would have been fine. He's not my father of course, in blood terms, but I love him in a way that you can't love your real father. That kind of thing is and never could be, my thing. Never ever.

But I do think that siblings experiment quite a bit, in their early years. And then it has to stop. Johnny and Richard certainly had high jinks together, and I wouldn't mind betting Rosie has had, or is still getting her hands on her younger brother. Or is that just me thinking like I do think, too much?

Going by the dates, I worked out that it was Thursday the 8 ^th of May when Anna conceived Eustace. We had done it both of the Thursdays either side of that date, but we did it that afternoon twice, frontwards first, and then backwards, but still facing Anna. If you forget that it's a girl and shut your eyes and think it's someone else, it can be just as good. Well, nearly, maybe! Basically you're dealing with exactly the same thing, anatomically speaking. A kinderkunt, whether owned by a boy or a girl, should provide Duncan with the same pleasure, in theory. I've never asked Duncan how far he and Johnny's brother Richard got in the bedroom. It's not my business. I imagine that means us boys have to provide pleasure for our partners and still remain virginally pure. It certainly looks that way, not that the average anal sphincter can't return to it's pristine state in a short time, much depending on the size of the intruding object. My advice to young boys who are contemplating accommodating older and much more mature boys is to think twice about it, not that they are going to ask me . If Quintus had taken me up on my offer, it would have taken me a month to recover my poise, I'm sure, before I was fit to go again. He's hinted very bluntly recently, and I haven't completely ruled him out.

But Duncan has ruled out Rosie, despite my asking him to be kind to her. She obviously has him down as a potential boyfriend. It's not hard to tell. Poor girl. Suitable male company aged eleven to thirteen barely exists here in Poverty S. Erth, and that's only in the form of her brother Robert. No wonder brothers fuck their sisters in places like this. It's the same for Ralph Mole, Robbie and Rosie's dad. Perfectly heterosexual men can enjoy a sexy romp with another guy. So Garth tells me. I know Garth fancies Ralph, and I don't suppose my father, his partner, would object. I'm not sure if I could cope with that scenario. Way too complicated.

Garth asked me if I'd have a word with Duncan who has yet to conform to Garth's advice about keeping his pants clean. I always look to check, and there's room for improvement.

'He's your boy Alex. Can't you tell him? It's a pity he can't suck his own penis and swallow the stuff. That would solve the problem.'

'So you never used your pants then Garth?' I said, responding louder than I intended. Don't you go criticising my boy. 'Well? Did you?'

'I might have done once or twice.'

'Quite. Anyway, what's the damage? Or do we want soggy tissues all over the floor or under the pillow to clear up?'

'Ok Alex. No biggy is it?'

'No it isn't! Thank you.'

I'm furiously protective of the boys I love.

I knew a boy who could reach his own one with his mouth. I think it's very rare. I never got anywhere near it sadly. Maybe Robbie could do it? He has one of those elastic bodies that would be bendy enough?

I remember getting my first pair of what I thought very sexy briefs; slips as they were called. Not a lot to them, but silky smooth and oh so sexy. I remember going straight upstairs and massaging myself to a very satisfying orgasm, with no skin-to-skin contact, pants on, the white cotton being sufficiently thin to become excitingly transparent as the few drops of my early and immature semen were absorbed into the material, the underside of the head of my circumcised kinderdick clearly visible, and still rock hard. Lovely. Within the hour they were dry and still on me. I kept that first pair on all that night, and swapped them for a fresh pair the following morning having done it again in the others. I didn't care who thought what. Garth dealt with everything anyway. He got them for me. He knows what I think is sexy and makes me feel good. Rosie was out playing in the garden one morning. Robbie showed me Rosie's. I held a pair up and looked. Nice. Just plain white and no frilly bits. Umm? Why not? Rob's were horrible old fashioned baggy things. No good at all.

Robbie's sister Rosie called round yesterday not long after we got back from school. On her own and not with Robbie in tow. She'd got herself up in a summer dress that barely covered her bottom. Very nice too.

'Can Duncan play?' She asks meekly.

'I'll ask him. Come in a minute.'

She was clearly nervous as she waited for her answer after I had called up to Duncan's room. A few seconds later he appeared. He'd changed into his white play shorts Garth had got for him from Next. I could see he had nothing else on underneath.

'Hello Rosie.' He says, standing in rather classic pose a few feet from her, his arm against the door frame.

'Hello. Can you come out and play? Robbie's got loads of homework.'

'So have I.'

'You can do that later Duncan, surely?' I quickly added. I think Duncan should play with girls. Duncan looks back at me as it I've thrown him to the volves.

'Don't be too long down at the park though. Rosie, get him back here by six thirty. Ok sweetheart?'

She smiles sweetly, and nods, her hands held together in front of her school dress. Duncan ran off upstairs and returned soon after in a tee shirt, short socks and his white trainers, ready for his first date with a girl . How sweet.

They were back by five to six.

'How was it at the swings Duncan?'

'Fine thanks.' Was his short answer.

Fifteen minutes later, at home with her father and brother, Rosie's answer to the same question was a little more animated, which had her brother Robbie worried. He needn't be worried that his friendship with Duncan has been hijacked by his sister. It hasn't been.

Duncan pushed Rosie on the swing as her dress rose up from the wind created when she swung back to him, allowing her knickers to be seen. She knew that would happen. Perhaps that might encourage him? The sight of her pants. Then they might have a stroll together around the periphery of the play area well away from others. Go amongst the trees maybe? A furtive kinder kiss? Or a sexual fumble even. Every girl looks forward to her first touch of a boy's penis and the other things boys have between their legs, as the boy has his first touch of the girl's equivalent parts. Whatever they are, or feel like. But Duncan has no intention of finding out what hers feel like. No thank you Rosie. But will he let her do what she has in mind?

I've removed the box of tissues from Duncan's room after my exchange with Garth. Duncan won't ask me why I have. Anyway I told him, and Duncan.

'Just do it in your pants darling. It really isn't a problem. But please, not in a sock. That is so gross. Besides, tissues are such a waste of paper.' I said in that camp way I can put on.

When Duncan came back from the park with Rosie, I sent her home with a big smile.

'Love to Robbie.' I shouted down the garden path.

I sat Duncan down in the leather armchair and drew up another less elaborate example, closer to him.

'So how did that go darling? Your first date with a girl.' I teased.

'Ok thanks. I'm not sure I'm going to like girls.'

'Well approximately half the world's population are female Duncan. You're currently living with three men. You will have to relate to females at some time so you'd be well advised to get used to them a s a p. Rosie would be a good start. It doesn't mean that your deeper and more meaningful relationships are not with your own sex sweetheart. It's just that girls are out there and you're going to have to get on with them. Besides, you don't know your sexual preference yet. Not for sure. Maybe you'll be ok with both boys and girls. Like me.'

'And Garth?'

'No, not Garth.'

'Or your dad?'

'I've never known the balance in his case. He made me, don't forget.'

'But he loves Garth?'

'Yes he does.'

'And you?'

'Well, shall we say I'm on the boys' side, mostly. Have you heard enough now?'

'No. Can we go on with this? It's interesting.'

'Of course. And it's important. By the way, you ought to be wearing undies when you go out. You're not a baby any more you know.'

'I'd already put my clothes down by the washer. I didn't know I was going out again.'

'No you didn't. Anyway, you should. You've started to show rather.'

'Show?'

'Yes darling. As I said, you're a bigger boy now.' I said, dipping my head. Duncan looks down too.

' Does it show?'

'Well look at it sweetheart. What do you think? Go and look yourself in the mirror over there.'

Duncan walks over to the mirror and lifts up his tee shirt to admire his reflection. He knows perfectly well that his kinderbeast has grown significantly in the past month, including the sudden presence of a large vein running down the top of it. That wasn't there two months ago.

I'm behind him now. With my two hands I pull the waistband of his shorts higher, and then let it go. We're both looking at the boy's reflection.

'See what I mean? Rosie might be getting the wrong idea.'

'Is that wrong then?'

'No, not if you like it. Do you like looking this way?'

'Yes.' Duncan says, touching himself lightly with his middle finger on the very tip of the business end.

'That's ok then. No pants at the park then in future.'

'But pants in bed?'

'Whatever you like darling. You'll need something .' I said, smiling.

'Does Garth mind?' Duncan says.

'No. Cooking and laundry are very close to his heart.'

'What shall I say to her if Rosie calls for me again?'

Robbie's school is far more academically challenging than the one Rosie attends. She's at what's known here as a Secondary Modern, where if a homework assignment is set, the kinders might complete it, or not. They load Robbie's class up with homework, so when we bring him back from Truro each school day, we drop him off outside his house and make sure he's safe inside, his rucksack heavy on his back, like the weight of the world is on his shoulders. So that's his evening taken care of, and every evening, poor lad, until he gets to bed only to be woken the next morning for the whole thing to start again. In sharp and annoying contrast is Rosie's day, and with precious little to do of an evening, and with plenty of light left in the day, Duncan is on her mind as the free school bus provided by Cornwall County Council gets the school kinders back to their various villages and communities within a ten mile radius of the City of Truro.

Robbie, naked after getting shot of his uniform, stands looking at himself in the bedroom mirror. Rosie has been home for a while. They have to share the bedroom. Rosie pulls off her school blouse to reveal her bare chest. She stands next to her brother who is still looking at himself in the long mirror. She looks at her body, some six inches taller than her brother's. She touches the back of the boy's head with her fingers, and then lets her arm slowly follow the line of his spine all the way down to where the narrow gap between the boy's buttocks begins. And then all the way up again, and down once more. They are both watching in the mirror. Robbie is holding his little penis between his two fingers and his thumb, the tip of it that's enclosed in the soft pale pink skin that overhangs just a little.

'Is it any bigger now Rob?'

'No.'

'Not like Duncan's then?'

'I don't know.'

'Yes you do .'

'No I don't.'

'You do, you little liar. You do it with him. Can I feel it?'

She put her hand down to replace her brother's, gave it a few gentle squeezes and let it go.'

'I'm calling for Duncan again. Do you want to come?' She says.

'I can't. English and maths to do.'

'Oh bad luck.'

She didn't mean that. Her good luck actually.

Duncan was in the middle of changing out of his snazzy uniform when he heard the knock on the front door. That would be Rosie and the next stage of his familiarization with the opposite sex. He pulled up his white shorts and looked in the mirror. Nice. What Alex referred to as a nice bump was in evidence. His tummy turned over but for no reason he could think of. Like a nervous tumble really. Alex would answer the door.

Rosie tried to get Duncan to do a cartwheel, but Duncan's not the acrobatic type and she quickly gave up on that idea.

'Swings?'

A much better idea.

Duncan pushed her higher knowing that when she swung back to him her dress would fly up in the wind and he'd see her long slim legs and what she was showing at the top of them. Different ones today. All white as opposed to pink and patterned with flowers. Nice. Just like the modern boy is wearing these days. Like Garth gets for him and Alex.

Every time she swung back to him, he looked again. And again. He thought of Robbie and how lovely he is, and how he would look in one of those dresses. A boy in a girl's dress. A boy in a pair of those. And her knickers too. What would he look like in them? But would he want to? He'd think him queer. Was he? Is he? Does he want to be? There was nothing there in her pants. Nothing he could see anyway. How boring. But they would really good on Robbie. Way better than those things he has to wear.

Rosie sprang off the swing holding her dress down at the same time, self-consciously, and almost ran into Duncan with the momentum. Duncan put his hands out to prevent a harder collision between the two of them, both his hands either side of her chest now. They stayed like that for a few seconds which made Rosie take a deeper breath. As she let the breath out, she looked up and saw Duncan looking at her.

'Shall we go for a walk again? Like we did yesterday?' She asks.

'Ok.' Said Duncan feeling a mixture of doubt and excitement.

They got to same place they'd been the previous day, behind a large oak tree, out of sight. Rosie leaned back against the trunk of the tree, her hands behind her. She's smiling at Duncan who is standing just a few inches from her. She moves her hands to the front of her dress, her fingers pointing forwards as if preparing to pray.

'Do you want to come nearer Duncan? You can if you want to.'

As he does so, hearing Alex's words in his ears, she lays her palms on Duncan's hips. She moves him nearer still as they both look down. She takes her hands off the boy's hips and brings them together in front of once more, the backs just touching Duncan.

Duncan can feel the slight contact between them, but he doesn't make any effort to move backwards. Instead, he moves his hips forward not only to maintain the contact but increase it. There's definite pressure now on the back of Rosie's hands; and consequently, on Duncan's penis, as it lies there unfettered by any of his Parisien beauties. The girl and the boy look at each other. There are questions in her eyes. Might the boy object? This was no accident. What should I do now? It's too good an opportunity to waste. Anyway, what is there to lose? All he can do is to tell me to stop. So Rosie comes up with the right question.

'Do you mind Duncan?'

And gets the answer she desperately wants.

'No. It's ok.'

'Can I go on?'

'Yes, if you want to.'

So she does go on. She feels the boy's hips again, and then slowly moves her hands inwards until she feels the front of the thin material of Duncan's white sporty shorts.

Duncan needs to take deep breaths as he feels the hands exploring, the girl's fair hair falling just below his chin. He takes another deep breath and exhales it over the girl's head. She's not going to stop. What she's doing tickles, annoyingly. Just get hold of the whole thing now…..please! He puts a hand down onto hers and pushes both onto him.

'Shall we go further?'

'What do you mean? Further?'

'We could go further in. By those bushes over there?'

A grove of tamarisk trees she meant. And once there, they faced each other once again, and the same thing happened, but this time Duncan had an arm over her shoulder. What she was doing felt good, and he was learning more about girls all the time, just as Alex told him he should.

Rosie didn't stop playing with him, but at the same time she looked up at Duncan and asked him if she might kiss him on his mouth. Because he didn't say anything, she reached up and did just that, smack full on his mouth, presenting an possible escape by her arm holding him tightly behind his head. When he managed to pull away from her, he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and took several more deep breaths. It was an experience he did not enjoy. Not like the one he had had before. He had noticed that when Robbie had put his mouth close to his and then touched it, his penis began to grow alarmingly.

Undeterred, Rosie has another question.

'No one can see us. May I see it?'

It? Duncan looks into Rosie's pleading face and nods his agreement. She pulls his shorts down enough to reveal the boy's penis, hanging limply.

The girl has the boy's penis in the palm of her hand, just lying there. She thought, in comparison with her brother Robbie, Duncan's looked so much like she imagined a boy's cock should look like. Robbie looked like an infant compared to this thing. She enclosed the long fat tube as she tightened her fingers around it. It felt soft inside, but as she pushed the skinny bit away from her towards his abdomen, the skin began to slide back just like Robbie's did. And then the shiny head thing appears. She knew that when Robbie let her play with his. You can push the skinny bit back and out of the way. She doesn't like the skinny bit. She wants to know if what happened to her would happen to him. The feeling she got. If it would happen for Duncan, just like it did for Robbie? Robbie could get the feeling , as he called it, easily and quickly. She would watch him do it, waiting for something to come out of the end of it. It didn't. At least, not so far it hasn't. Maybe tomorrow it will?

Her class had been shown the film last year about sex. Of course she had known most of the details way before that, although her father hadn't told her anything. Nothing, just at that time when he should have addressed her inner and unspoken questions. He'd left it to his sister, Rosie's auntie. But she had never seen the stuff that comes out, shoots out, a friend had told her, when a boy gets his feeling. All you have to do is to rub the boy quite hard for as long as it takes him. It can take quite a long time she said, particularly if you don't rub him exactly the way he likes it. Ask him, the girl said. Ask him exactly how he likes to do it himself. All boys do it every day. Sometimes several times because they need to rid of their sperm, so they say. Not true of course. Every boy wants it done, especially by someone else. That's what the girl at school told the other girls, some of whom had put their hand inside their knickers while they listened, and had a nice fiddle with their own penis substitute. All the girls knew how to give themselves that feeling which, if they were in bed, made their whole body go rigid and shake and make them cry out because the sensation was so strong. So incredibly strong when girls come. But when you had sex with a boy you wouldn't get that feeling. Only when you did it to yourself. That didn't seem fair to her.

Rosie put her fingers further under. They felt quite heavy. Above the thick tube she thought he would have hair, a bit like hers that appeared last year. There's nothing there which surprised her. That means that his sperm hasn't come yet. Duncan could have told her otherwise. He started to make his kindercum two years ago now, watery at first, and then very gradually it got thicker with whitish streaks in it, and now whiter still and closer to what one of his friends made at the far end of the School Field.

He put his fingers in it when Richard, John's younger brother did it all over his tummy down at the Hut on the beach at S. Endellion Cove. He moved it all around Richard's tummy, all that slimy, lovely stuff. He put a fingertip inside his tummy button where some had gone. There was a little pool of it in there. It tickled Richard, that did. And then Richard grabbed his head and kissed him. He kissed him really hard and told him something that made him want to cry.

That night he and Richard got undressed and slept together. It was blissful. He was so happy they had. It's really weird, this love business.

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