Summer
by Robert Symes
Chapter 7
This story is set in rural England in 1982. The cultural references are from that time and place so I hope that references to cars, TV shows or music won't spoil the story for those who don't know them. Follow the links provided for more information or just ignore them. (And yes, I know you can use a search engine just as well as I can. The links are for convenience, not to insult anyone.)
In some chapters controversial opinions will be expressed. Some are opinions I profoundly disagree with but I've tried to state them fairly, not parody them. It is this author's policy to have no opinions about anything, or at least not to state them. Any opinions you see on these pages are those of the characters or the site owner respectively and I neither endorse nor oppose them.
The Last Weekend
We got back around lunchtime on Tuesday, dropping the girls at their homes before going to mine. I got out of the car and unloaded my stuff then Alex drove away. I didn't invite him in. I wasn't upset with him and I certainly wasn't ashamed of my home but we had nosy neighbours and I didn't want any gossip or anyone getting curious about a strange car parked outside. And after four days camping what I wanted most was a good hot bath.
Wednesday and Thursday were 'Rob and Alex' days. He picked me up a bit away from the house and we drove to distant attractions where no-one knew us and we could just be together, though we were careful to look like friends not a couple in public. And we talked in the car for hours. No opportunity for sex beyond what we thought we could get away with in the car, parked in quiet places, but that was normal for us.
And then Friday arrived. Monday would mean school for most of us, work for Alex. But first the weekend, and we were in party mood. Mr and Mrs Porter were leaving for their weekend away after lunch so we picked up the girls and got there about three. The Porters knew about our plans, we weren't going behind their backs, but it was better to let them get away before crowding their house with teenagers.
"Let me show you to your bedroom, boys" said David. "I think you'll like it. You girls know where the guest room is so go on up and put your stuff away." He led us through the kitchen into a little hallway beyond it. He pointed to a door on the right. "That's Dad's study, please don't go in there." He opened the door in front of us to show us a toilet and shower room. "Your bathroom, gentlemen, use it whenever you want, no need to ask. And here is your bedroom." He opened the external door on the left and led us through it into a walled off area about thirty feet by fifteen behind the garage and a bit of the house.
To our left was the side wall of the house with windows to the kitchen and above it the bathroom, behind us the garage, hallway and shower room, in front and to the right a six foot high brick wall making the area private with a high solid wooden gate to the garden. There were a couple of dustbins, a few black rubbish bags next to them and a rotary clothes drier but most of it was just grass. On which they had put up the frame tent without any of its internal partitions so we had a ten foot square private space. They'd even given us an electric lamp and a radio/cassette powered by an extension lead from the garage.
"This is perfect" I said as we put our stuff inside. "We're never leaving. Thank you."
"Yes, complete privacy. This is great" added Alex.
"You're welcome. I'm glad you like it" replied David and we went back into the house.
We didn't really do much of anything that first afternoon just a group of friends sat around talking. It was such a rare luxury to be with our own kind, relax and just be ourselves, show affection for our partner if we wanted, not worry who might turn up and surprise us. Most people take that for granted, we never could. If you wonder what gay boys and lesbians have in common I just told you. And none of us were the type who hate women, we just don't fancy them.
Andrew was conspicuous by his absence. He might stagger in after closing time, he might stay somewhere else but that was normal for him on Friday and Saturday nights, apparently, nothing to do with us. So much for our emergency driver, he'd be too drunk even if he was there, but we shouldn't need one.
Tony put himself in charge of catering and wouldn't allow anyone to help him so at six o'clock we sat down to a gammon joint with potatoes, broad beans and white sauce. Delicious. And Alex knew a shop that cared more about profit than the letter of the law so we had a bottle of wine between us, that's only one small glass each. The shop didn't know he was under age, they just didn't ask.
After we'd eaten David cleared away and started the dishwasher and we sat down to watch a film. Andrew had rented a couple of films for us as he was over eighteen so we got to see 'Porky's' that David had recommended to Alex the day we met. It was funny. The girls said it was puerile but even they were laughing.
We had a coffee and chatted for a while after the film and then by mutual consent we all decided it was bed time. Let's face it, at least four of us had been looking forward to it all day, sleeping together was a rare luxury.
We went out to our tent and switched the lamp on, placing it at the front of the tent so any silhouette would only be visible to someone who could see through brick walls. We spread our sleeping bags out on the floor and went through the usual routine of kissing, groping and then undressing each other.
"So, how are you feeling?" I asked. "What do you want to do? There's no pressure and you don't owe me anything and I don't want you to do anything you're not totally comfortable with. But I made a promise and I'll keep it if you want me to. But it's totally up to you. I'm more than happy to stick to what we've already done."
"I'm nervous" he admitted. "But remember what you said that night at the mill? You told me you loved it and I don't know what I'm missing out on. You're right, I don't, and there's only one way to find out. So show me. I know I can trust you to stop if I ask you to."
"Of course you can. Well, if you're sure that's what you want. We'll take it slow and easy." I had gone through the kitchen about five thirty to use 'our bathroom' and on my way back Tony had licked some sauce off a spoon and cracked a joke about giving it a 'rim job' which I didn't understand. So he explained it to me. And I thought that might be a good place to start.
I was a bit nervous myself. Would this be really gross and unpleasant? And if things progressed as expected would I end up hurting Alex? Well, like he said there's only one way to find out. We lay down and I got to work with my tongue. And it wasn't gross at all, Alex was perfectly clean and it was exciting listening to him gasp and moan with pleasure as I licked and stimulated his anus. "Oh... Oh my... That feels so good... Give me something more."
"I'm going to try a finger now" I warned. I put a finger in my mouth to get it good and wet and it went in easily. My tongue work seemed to have paid off. I'd found it uncomfortable at first but Alex didn't seem to. I soon added a second finger then a third, exploring, loosening and lubing. I was still getting no complaints, just gasps of pleasure. "Are you ready for the big one?" I asked.
"No need to brag" he quipped. "But yeah, let's do it. Slowly though."
I spat in my hand and got myself as wet as I could and started to push my way in. "Oh. Oh bloody hell." I could see the pain on his face and I stopped. "No, keep going. But slowly. This has to be done." Once the head got fully inside it seemed to get easier and I slowly continued until I was all the way in.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
"Just about. Let me just get used to this." Then after a bit: "Okay, you might as well start." So I did, slowly and carefully at first. After a few strokes he started getting into it and I realised he was feeling what I had. And enjoying it. So I gradually started to speed up. "Oh. Oh yes, more! Faster!" Who was I to argue?
Now that I wasn't 100% focused on not hurting Alex I was able to notice my own feelings. Which were pretty incredible. I was gripped firmly in this warm, wet, slippery passage. My hand could never give me feelings like this. I kept going, driven by my own need now. Thank God he didn't ask me to stop. I would have, but it might have killed me.
I got to the end, slammed into him one last time and felt my balls ache as I emptied them into him. He hadn't quite got there so I pulled out carefully, turned him over and stuck his dick in my mouth, sucking and licking like crazy. It didn't take very long and then he was shooting down my throat. I swallowed it, looked at him and said "Well, now we both know! How was it for you?"
"About the same as it was for you, I think. Not that you can ever really know what someone else feels of course. But going by what you said. It hurt like hell at first and then I got into it a bit. I did enjoy it but if I'm honest maybe not as much as I enjoyed doing it to you. Maybe that'll change with practice. And that thing you did with your tongue? Where did you learn that? You just wait 'til I try it on you. Incredible."
"Tony told me" I began, then saw the look on his face. "Don't worry, I haven't been discussing our private stuff with him or anybody. He licked this spoon and said he was rimming it and I said what the hell does that mean and he told me. It means that. And if the way you reacted was anything to go by I can't wait to experience it."
He smiled slowly. "Well, the night is young and so are we and we don't have to get up early so... Do you think they'd mind if we sneak back inside and make a drink? Look what I brought." A packet of Jaffa Cakes, that brought back memories.
So we pulled some clothes on and spent the next hour sitting at the kitchen table, drinking hot chocolate and eating Jaffa Cakes. And talking. We really wanted a future together but it couldn't happen until I left school in two years time. And of course, it couldn't happen openly until I was twenty one, if ever, the bank thought it a security risk for blackmail. Which automatically turned it into one of course. Stupid sods. But lots of people share flats and houses don't they so who will know the difference?
Heads full of beautiful dreams, prototype plans maybe, we returned to our tent for round two. Which was much the same as round one, but with the roles reversed. Much better. I enjoy 'giving' but I've come to adore 'receiving' from Alex, there's nothing like it. And then we slept the night together, our sleeping bags zipped into one.
In the morning when I woke, Alex was the first thing I saw. I yearned to get used to that. We got up, got ready and went into the kitchen in search of breakfast. David must have heard us because he came in and said "At last. We were starting to wonder if you died in your sleep." I looked at the clock on the wall, after nine thirty.
"Sorry" quipped Alex. "We were ' up ' quite late last night if you know what I mean." I was delighted, he'd never have said that a month ago.
We put bread in the toaster and put the kettle on for coffee. A slightly older version of David came in and slumped in a chair at the table. "Coffee" he moaned. "Or maybe just shoot me now, but use a silencer, I couldn't bear the noise."
"Serves you right, it's self-inflicted." David was totally unsympathetic. Tony, Sue and Alice had followed the newcomer into the room. "This is my brother Andrew, setting a good example to the youth, as always. Make him a good strong coffee with two sugars while you're there Rob. I don't want to shoot him, he's useful sometimes." It was obvious there was genuine affection behind the banter. I got a third mug from the cupboard.
After coffee and toast it turned out everyone wanted to go to the Heritage Centre, about twelve miles by car but a real pain to get to by bus. I'd never been there and Alex didn't even know it existed so was happy to drive over and check it out. Tony volunteered to ride in the luggage area and off we went. It was quite big with a lot to explore and its own cafe for lunch so we stayed well into the afternoon. We stopped in town on the way back just to wander around and check out the shops, a supremely boring activity that girls seem to like. But Alex didn't really know the place so I could show him around. We got home a bit after five.
As soon as we got in all the boys went into the kitchen. Tony to start dinner as self-appointed caterer, which was great, he was good at it, loved doing it and nobody else wanted the job. David went to make drinks for everyone, Alex and I were passing through to put a couple of things we'd bought in the tent. Andrew and another lad I didn't recognise were sitting at the table eating pizza. "Hi Nick, Andy" David greeted them. "Starting early tonight?"
"Yeah, pub opens at six and we plan to be there when it does. Pity you children can't join us. Well, don't wait up" Andrew teased.
"I don't think our local pub's quite ready for the sexual revolution and gay lib yet" suggested Tony. "It's just as well Nick's sworn to secrecy. And it's a pity you slobs can't join us for a good meal, I was going to ask you, one or two more is no trouble. I don't know how you can eat that crap."
"It's nice crap, we like it" replied Andrew. "And it's easy to cook and lines the stomach before we poison our bodies with alcohol. But tomorrow night..."
"Okay, you're invited. Now can everybody hurry up and get the hell out of here? I can't work in a crowd." We took the hint and got the hell out.
And a little after six we were rewarded with homemade meatloaf, mashed potatoes, peas and gravy. If Tony's dreams of a career in computing fell through he could probably earn good money as a chef. And Alex had obtained a couple of flagons of cider. I was starting to enjoy this life of crime, and hoped to commit even nicer offences later.
It would have been nice to go out somewhere as a group but there was really nowhere to go. Luckily we still had another video to watch, The Blues Brothers this time. David seemed to have a taste for foul-mouthed American comedies but if this weekend's offerings were typical, so did I! I laughed until it hurt. The girls seemed to like this one better, cheering and shouting "You go, girl" when Jake's jilted fiancé opened up with her machine gun.
Same as yesterday, we had coffee and a chat and then it was bedtime.
When we got in the tent Alex was looking at me in a pensive, slightly nervous way. "What's wrong?" I asked.
"Nothing's wrong, as such. Remember that night at the mill, you said you'd be my bitch anytime and it's not degrading if it's playful?" I nodded. "Well, I'm a bit nervous even saying this and feel free to say no, but could we maybe play like that sometimes? I've been so meek and mild all my life it could be fun to abuse and dominate someone. Only playing of course and I won't really hurt you or mean what I say. And of course, when we're not role playing we're still equals and I love you. What do you think?"
I thought wow, where did this guy come from? I'd never told Alex, partly because I thought he was a bit straight-laced and wouldn't approve, but I have some submissive tendencies, as you may have noticed in some earlier chapters. Of course, I wouldn't tolerate any genuine abuse, but as fantasy role playing? Hell, yeah. And my sweet, shy Alex wants to help? He's really coming out of his shell.
I explained all this. He can be the dom, I'll be the sub, within reason and so long as it doesn't spill over into real life. But playing can be fun for both of us.
He stared at me silently for several seconds. I started to wonder if I'd disgusted him and blown it. There's always that risk when you open up to someone. But he said "I'm so grateful to Paul Butler and his mate." I must have looked amazed. "Not for what they are or what they tried to do, but if not for them I never would have gone in that park that day and I never would have met David, Tony and especially you. Now I'm staying at David's beautiful house, eating Tony's excellent food, and sleeping with a boyfriend who just keeps getting better the more I know him. Three months ago I was the only freak I knew and I wouldn't dare dream of anything like this. You're not a dream come true, you're better than any dream I ever had."
I felt quite emotional. "Well, if you put it like that I have to agree, much as I hate the idea of being grateful to those scumbags for anything. Maybe I should thank God for using the scumbags to facilitate something beautiful. But you were never a freak, and you're better than any dream I ever had. So let's stay awake for a while. What did you want to do?"
He suddenly looked blank. "Good question! I hadn't thought that far. Have a philosophical debate maybe? From what I've heard God doesn't do people like us favours, and genetically we are freaks. But that would waste an opportunity, we can discuss it anytime. Sexually? I don't know, I've gone blank."
"Okay, we'll table the debate for now. I've done some reading about that stuff and it's interesting. How about, we just carry on as normal and see if any ideas come to mind."
So we did. We started, as usual, with kissing, then groping, then undressing each other. This was becoming a ritual we both enjoyed. But when I was naked and reached for his briefs he grinned and held onto the waistband. He thrust his erection forward. "You want that, don't you?" Of course I did. "You know I'm going to rape you with it?" I did? "Well ask nicely for it then, or you won't get it." Ah, now I got it, the game was starting. Excellent.
"Please can I take your pants off?" I tried. "I want to see that beautiful tool before you drill me with it."
He moved his hands away. "Very well. Proceed." I did, dropping to my knees to take them off him, and he looked at me with a haughty, contemptuous look on his face as I stared at his body. He seemed to be a good actor. "Get it wet for me then" in a tone that implied I should have already done so. I leaned forward and took it in my mouth for a few seconds until it was glistening wet.
He dropped down next to me. "Get on your hands and knees, boy. I'm going to make you beg." And he did, driving me crazy with tongue and fingers.
"Oh... Give it to me. Please" I grovelled. So he did, slamming into me and hitting the spot so well I finished just before him without even touching myself. "Thank you, sir" I said just after he squirted into me. It seemed appropriate.
After a while he stood up. "Well that was fun. And I'm sure we'll invent better role plays in time. But now it's back to Alex, not sir. Shall we go and have a drink?"
We went into the kitchen and made one. And finished off the packet of Jaffa Cakes we'd started the night before. Then we went back out for round two, no playing this time, just good, loving sex. And then the rare joy of sleeping side by side, sated.
All good things must come to an end, and our little house party ended mid-afternoon on Sunday. Mr and Mrs Porter were expected back around five so we dismantled the tent and put it away, then left around four. Alex dropped the girls off first, then me, and we all went home to face the grim reality of Monday morning.
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