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    Many thanks for your positive responses to the story. Will endeavour to continue with it. Telling a story I'm not too bad at, but grammar, and punctuation, is not my forte.
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    Dominic. Part 1 Six weeks before the end of the summer term because he’d won a scholarship, he’d been taken out of his regular school and sent to a Public school for boys. So that he could be assessed and placed into classes that catered for his academic abilities. Now two weeks later he lay on his bed letting his imagination take him on a ride of make belief where all the scenes enacted were controlled by him and played out to his satisfaction. As he walked to school there ahead of him was Matthew Blake and his friends. They hadn’t seen him yet, till one of the boys turned to look around and noticed him. The boys ahead stopped having been alerted to the fact that he was behind them. He approached the group, this time there was going to be a different outcome to the scenario that normally took place when confronted by these boys on a daily basis. They had know idea of the changes that had taken place in him, and the super fighting powers that he now possessed, even Bruce Lee was not in his league. When he neared them they sneered at him and shouted the normal offensive remarks. He didn’t bother to even break his stride but just walked around them to continue on his way to school. The moment he felt the hand on his shoulder he turned, and in the next instant the boy responsible for trying to detain him was lying on the floor howling in pain. The other boys stood and stared in disbelief at what had just taken place. He didn’t say a word instead he looked at the boys as if they were bits of human excrement, turned on his heels and continued on his way to school. The boys helped their friend up and decided that if they all rushed his assailant at the same time they would be able to inflict the same pain that he’d meted out to their comrade. He heard the running feet nearing him and was not surprised, it was what he’d expected. The moment he knew that they were within striking distance he leapt into the air turning at the same time, and his feet striking out taking the two leading boys in mid-drift, landing lightly on his feet his arms shot out taking the other two boys out of the fight and then he was face to face with Matthew Blake. He stood still and gazed at the boy who was two years older than him, fourteen inches taller and most probably nearly twice his weight. “It’s just you and me now Blake he exclaimed, you ready to take your punishment.” “Do your worst Spencer you don’t scare me.” Matthew Blake said, as he advanced towards the smaller boy in a shuffling gait with both hands up and fists clenched. “I don’t intend to scare you Blake, just give you some of the treatment you and your cronies have been giving me.” “DOMINIC, if you don’t get out of bed now you’re going to be late for school.” “Okay mum I’m up, I’m up.” And Dominic Spencer his thoughts broken returned to the real world. He walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror at his reflection. There was this boy who had turned twelve a week ago, with a mop of brown wavy hair skinny as can be staring back at him. He tried flexing his muscles but was unable to notice any difference in the size of his arms when he did, nor for that matter any muscle. He went into the bathroom and stood on the scales 76lbs. “Umm one pound heavier than last week,” he thought, but if I had to go to the loo and have a dump it would be the same. He stood up against the doorpost put his hand on top of his head so that it lay flat on his head with the middle finger touching the doorpost, he then stepped away to look at where the finger rested, That’s still about four feet eight inches jeez! Man, this is so bad when is it going to increase by at least half an inch, he thought, then stripped to get into the shower. While in the shower his mind began to wander again, It would be brilliant if I could get super powers like being abducted by aliens and have my body changed then sent back to earth to put everything right. I would be able to fly or even be like Silver Surfer and have a board that you can’t fall off, that goes as fast as light and. His thoughts were shattered again by his mother’s voice, “DOMINIC, I’m not going to tell you again, hurry up.” “Alright mum, alright, I’m nearly finished,” he shouted back, annoyed that his thoughts of super powers had been broken. He was in the kitchen within the next few minutes stuffing some cereal down his throat kissing his mother and sister goodbye and rushing out of the house. After the bus ride as he walked the last couple of hundred yards to school he kept a constant lookout for any of the adversaries from his daydream. Then he came out from one of the side streets and his stomach churned as Matthew Blake, joined him on his walk to school. He bowed his head and tried to slow his pace so that he would fall behind. Turning his head the older boy beckoned with his hand, “Come on Spencer keep up I want to talk to you.” Quickening his pace he caught up again with the older boy. “What about Blake?” “You’re in our class and you’re two years younger so I suppose you’re one of those kids who has brains oozing out of his ears, but it’s a bit different from junior school isn’t it.” Dominic was silent and just kept pace with the fourteen-year old. “What’s with you Spencer can’t you answer.” “Yes, it’s different to junior school, and lot’s more bullies to make life miserable for some boys.” “I suppose you’re referring to me.” “Yes, to you and the others who you hang around with.” “Yeah, well a bit of name calling doesn’t hurt anyone, but the real reason I wanted to talk with you is that I want your help.” “My help,” Dominic burst out, “In what way can I help you?” “My dad went ballistic when he saw my last report, and if I don’t improve I’m going to lose a lot of my privileges. So, I was wondering if you could help me with some after school tuition to improve my grades.” “Yes, sure, whenever you want, just tell me the days and we can arrange the time.” Dominic tried to keep his voice sounding as normal as possible but inside he was shaking as he thought, Is this for real, or is it some kind of trap to get me alone so he and his friends can amuse themselves at my expense. “What about in the evenings say from 6 to 8pm I could come over to your house Spencer or, if you want we can meet at mine.” “No, not at my place there would be too much distraction there.” “Okay then we can meet at my place starting from this evening after school. My parents will be going out around 7pm for their weekly Friday evening social night so we’ll be left alone after that.” “Alright Blake, whatever you say, but I have no idea where you live.” Matthew Blake supplied an address then strode off leaving Dominic in his wake. Other than during the meal break when Harrison, did his usual of roughing him up a bit in the school grounds, and the normal snide remarks as to his manliness the day went quite well. For once Blake and his friends hadn’t accosted him but maybe this was due to the fact that Blake required his help and had called off his dogs of war. On his return from school he informed his mother that he was going out later that evening to Mathew Blake’s house. He went into his bedroom did his homework which for him was like adding two and two, then showered and changed. He spent time with his younger sister playing with her one of his favourite pastimes, then ate his evening meal said “Goodbye,” to his mother, and made his way to his evening appointment. Walking down the driveway of the Blake house, Dominic was impressed by its size and the surrounding grounds. Nervously he reached for and pressed the doorbell. He heard the sounds of the chimes then footsteps the door opened, and Blake was standing in front of him. “Come in Spencer.” He entered into the hallway and looked around. Ahead and to the right was a staircase that curved to the left as it wound its way to the next floor. He looked down and noticed the highly polished parquet flooring and was a bit reluctant to walk on them in his trainers. “Come on Spencer don’t just stand there,” and Blake gestured to him as he led the way into the Lounge. He followed then stood in shock at the size of the lounge, it was as big as their apartment or nearly. Again Blake gestured to him to be seated next to him on the settee patting the empty space with his hand. Timidly he approached looking all around as he sat next to Blake. “Spencer what the hell is wrong with you, you look like you’re in a dream.” “Uh, I umm, I’ve never been in a house as big or as grand as this before.” “Why, where do you live?” When Dominic told him the area that he lived in and stated that it was a council property, the older boy nodded his head and kept quiet. After a strained silence Dominic looked at Matthew Blake and asked, “Do you want me to leave?” “Bollocks, why would I want you to leave?” “I don’t know, you were so quiet after I told you where I lived that I thought you were embarrassed that you’d asked me to come here.” “I’m not bloody embarrassed, it’s just because you come to our school I didn’t think you would be from that area and in a council flat.” Dominic looked at the older boy lowering his head he said. “The only reason why I attend the same school as you is because I’m supposed to be above average intelligence for my age, and won a scholarship to the school.” “You don’t have to tell me about your brains, we all know about that, you’re two years younger and still way ahead of us. They should put you in with the sixth formers they’re more to your standard.” “I think they’re still assessing me Blake.” You don’t have to be so formal you can use my Christian name if you want.” “Sorry Blake, umm I mean Matthew, when they’ve assessed me then they’ll decide where to place me.” “I don’t suppose you’d want to stay in our class would you.” “I umm I don’t know.” “Oh, come off it Spencer.” “Why don’t you use my Christian name if I have to use yours?” “Oh okay Dominic, you’d be glad to get out of our class wouldn’t you.” “I’m not sure if another class would be any different. The only time I was happy was in my last school. I was with boys of my own age, we used to have great times together although classes used to be boring. Then I was moved to this present school, wish I hadn’t let on about my learning abilities.” Then looking up at the older boy, “So what did you want me to assist you in.” “Nothing.” “What, so why did you ask me to help you.” “Just to get to know and talk to you.” “But you’re always having a go at me at school and calling me all sorts of names.” “Yeah, I’m a bit of a shit aren’t I, but I was jealous of your brains and how a twelve-year-old could be so smart. To be really truthful my dad made me see what a lowlife I’d been when I discussed you with him.” “What did you discuss about me?” “Just how advanced you were in your studies and how we took the mickey out of you because of your size. He was really annoyed, that I for one could treat you in such a manner, and gave me a lecture on my insensibility. I promised him that I would rectify the matter and so here we are.” “Thanks, it has been bad but it should get better now, unless they decide to move me again.” “Don’t worry, I know a few of the sixth formers if they move you there. I’ll have a word with Williams, he’s one of the prefects and he’ll make sure that you don’t get any hassle.” While he talked he studied the small form sitting next to him and now realised that Dominic though small was actually very good looking, verging on beautiful. Was that another of the reasons that he’d made life so difficult for this small, shy, and sensitive boy, whom he was getting fonder of by the minute. “Oh thanks Matthew,” The voice broke Matthew’s train of thought as he thrilled to the sound of his name being spoken by the still unbroken voice of Dominic, he looked at the boy and felt that he would like to grab hold of him and crush him in his arms, instead he smiled and asked, “What would you like to do Dominic, now that you know you don’t have to tutor me.” “Anything you want.” We can play billiards or snooker, PS2 or pc games whichever you like.” “I don’t know how to play snooker or billiards never played it before.” “Well what about the play-station?” “Okay, I’ve played at my cousins at Christmas time.” “If you really want to play the play-station we will, but I’ve got a better idea.” “What?” “Let’s just sit and talk.” “Yeah I’d prefer that, I haven’t had a lot of practice on those games, actually I only played it the once then only for a couple of hours.” “So how does it feel to be with kids a lot older than you?” “I never thought that older boys could be so unkind, just because I happen to be younger and a lot smaller.” “I should be one of the first to be put in the firing line for making it tough for you, but if you want we could become friends, do you want too?” “You’re not having me on are you Blake, umm Matthew?” “No honest Dominic, I’m not, I even told my mates to quit with the name calling, and roughing you up during todays break periods.” “Thanks a lot, I could do with a break from all the hassle.” “So what’s it like being a brain box and having all the special treatment.” “It gets pretty intense at times, okay so I’m able to absorb and understand information better than most kids of my age, and older. But I also like to play like the other kids. That’s what the adults seem to forget. Because I’m so advanced in my studies, they don’t see me as a twelve year old, but someone much older. It really use to suck at times, until I reminded them of it, then they realize their error and let me out to play.” Their talk was interrupted by Matthew’s parents entering the room, he introduced Dominic to them and Mr Blake walked up to him took his hand and shaking it said, “I’m very pleased to meet you Dominic, and I’m glad to see that Matthew has started to make amends for his earlier behaviour.” “It’s nice to meet you Mr and Mrs Blake.” Turning to his son Mr Blake said, “We’ll be back by mid-night Matthew, try not to make too much of a mess and make sure you take Dominic home on time, I don’t want his parents worrying.” “Okay, bye dad, bye mum,” and the boys were left to themselves. “Do you want to have anything to eat or drink Dominic?” “No, I’m fine, I ate before coming over.” “Right let’s go up to my room so I can finish my homework I hadn’t quite finished when you arrived.” The two boys made their way up the winding staircase, Dominic looking around in awe at the sumptuous manner in which the house was decorated and furnished. Reaching the landing Matthew turned to his right, walked along to the door at the end of the passageway and entered followed by Dominic, who didn’t fully enter the room but stood in the doorway and stared. “Oh shit! Dominic not again, come on in and sit on the bed.” He walked over to the bed and sat down as Matthew had suggested. “Gosh, I wish my room was as quarter as big as this I’d be over the moon.” “What d’you mean as quarter as big, your room can’t be that small.” “You haven’t seen our council flat, our box room has been converted into a bedroom for me. I think the dimensions are Nine feet by seven, but at least I have it all to myself and I’m not disturbed when I’m studying.” Matthew looked at the younger boy, and his feelings of guilt upset him, as he thought of his and his friends earlier behaviour towards Dominic. He watched the boy as he sat on the bed and bounced up and down a couple of times testing the mattress. “Okay if you’re comfortable I’m going to finish off my homework which shouldn’t take too long, you won’t be bored will you? “Me no, I could sit here all day just looking around, you’ve got a brilliant room.” “Well look as much as you want.” Matthew said, and sat at his desk to do his homework. Dominic sat in silence looking around at all the paraphernalia that was in Matthew’s room, till eventually his eyes rested on the boy seated at the desk. He studied the older boy and thought, He’s quite nice now that he’d got to know him a bit better. Don’t suppose he’d want me, as a special friend, he’s heaps bigger and richer than me, at least he and his friends won’t be taking the mickey out of me anymore. Wish he was my best friend that would be brilliant, nah that can’t happen I’m too small and young for him to want me as a best friend. “What you thinking about?” “Uh! “You heard.” “Uh! Nothing, just looking around.” “Well at least you’re quiet, normally the other kids can’t stop asking questions and yapping while they’re here.” “Didn’t want to disturb you while you’re doing your homework.” Matthew pushed his books to one side saying, “Balls to the homework can do it later,” he sat at his desk looking at the boy seated on his bed whose feet didn’t touch the ground. A sudden impulse had him jump from his seat and run across towards the boy. Grabbing him round the waist with one arm he lifted and pushed Dominic backwards and pinned him to the bed. He lay with part of his body resting on top of younger boy looking down at him.” “Got you,” he exclaimed. “What, what are you going to do.” Dominic stammered nervously “I thought we were going to be friends you’re not going to beat me up are you?” “Well you thought wrong I’ve been longing to do this to you. Now you’re really going to get it.” He lowered his face to the boy’s and rubbed their noses together then laughed. Dominic angry at first for the fear instigated by Mathew then saw the funny side and laughed along with Matthew. “Do it again Matthew I liked that, it was nice.” Matthew stopped laughing and gazed down at the smiling boy, again he lowered his face to the younger boy’s but this time brought their lips together in a quick kiss. Dominic was startled but at the same time thrilled by the kiss, looking up at Matthew he enquired. “What was that for?” “I’m sorry about the kiss, couldn’t help it, I just felt like doing it.” “Oh, are you a homosexual?” “No, I don’t think so, I mean I’m not sure, I’ve never fancied any other boy before, just you, and then only when you came here and I had a chance to get to know and see you close up. I don’t know, I just got this urge inside of me to hug and kiss you. You’re not too put off by what I’ve said and did are you?” “No, I’m happy to know you like me, but I don’t really know much about this sort of thing only what I’ve read, and never given it much thought.” “Don’t you think about sex, and all that sort of stuff?” “Not really, should I?” “Don’t you umm you know play with yourself and such?” “By play with myself do you mean masturbation?” “Yes.” “No, I’ve never done it, never thought about it should I have?” “Don’t you get erections?” “Of course I do, and when I fondle my dick it feels nice but that’s all.” “Haven’t you ever rubbed it till you get a really nice feeling in your dick like as if you’re in heaven?” “No.” “Not so smart after all, I was doing it at least three times a day at your age.” “What’s so smart about masturbation?” “You’ll find out when you do it for the first time.” “Will you teach me?” “Umm I umm I it’s nearly time for you to go home, come on I’ll walk you back.” “You didn’t answer my question.” “Look, all you have to do is hold your dick in your hand and rub it up and down till you get a tingling in your balls, then you get this really good feeling like no other, it’s absolutely indescribable.” “Well if you’re not going to show me, I may as well go home.” Dominic if I was to show you how to do it. You and I might feel bad about it later.” “What do you mean bad?” Well you’re younger than I am, and I might feel that I’m taking advantage of you because of your age and inexperience, and you might feel embarrassed about letting me do it to you. Just let’s leave it for tonight.” The boy sighed reluctantly, “Oh okay if you say so.” “I’m sorry Dominic, I promised my dad that I’d get you home on time and it’s already gone past eight. I promise I’ll show you tomorrow when you come over. Now come on I’ll walk you home.” “You promise, you double promise.” “I promise, I promise, now move it will you, otherwise your parents are going to have a go at me.” “I don’t have parents only the one, my mum.” “What happened to your dad?” “No idea my mum never talks about him, in any case she isn’t married.” “Oh well never mind, let’s get you home before your mum has a go at me.” They left the house and walked chatting like boys normally do, the older at times wrapping an arm around the smaller boy protectively till they arrived at the block of flats where Dominic lived. “You coming in for a while Matthew?” “If it wasn’t so late I would but I’d better get home, what time are you coming around tomorrow?” “Can’t be too sure, have to help my mum with the groceries so say about 1pm.” “Okay give me a call before you leave.” “Umm I can’t, we don’t have a phone, only a mobile that my mother keeps.” “No problem, just come over when you can, and I’ll see you tomorrow.” Matthew turned to leave. “You’ve forgotten something Matthew.” He turned back confronting Dominic, “What? “Dominic laughing said, “Aren’t you supposed to kiss your date goodnight,” and turned to run into the flats. Matthew smiled and grabbed the boy before he could enter through the doors to the flats. He spun him around and quickly pecked him on the lips then turned and ran off. Dominic stood staring after Matthew till he was out of sight. With Matthew gone he suddenly felt a little sad and realised that he missed his presence. He turned and entered the door and climbed the stairs to their first floor flat. Inside he greeted his mother then played with his younger sister before she went to bed. With not a lot to interest him on the TV he went to his room to read but could not concentrate on his book. Thoughts of what had happened earlier kept invading his mind. He put his book down and started fondling his loins till he was erect. Sliding his hand under the elastic waistband of his tracksuit bottoms he started to rub his penis in the way that Matthew had told him. He was starting to experience some quite intense feelings in his loins when his mother’s voice interrupted the administrations to his penis. With the fear that his mother might walk into the room and catch him in the act of masturbation his penis quickly deflated. He got up from his bed and made his way to see what it was his mother required of him, knowing that he could continue his experiment later. As he walked home Matthew’s thoughts were in overdrive about his actions and what had driven him to do what he had. He’d kissed the boy twice but also in the open, luckily there had been no one to see it happen, but all the same that was a totally stupid thing to do. Still feeling the other boy’s lips on his had given him an instant erection, and right now thinking about it he’d have to go and get some instant relief, otherwise he was liable to make some rather nasty stains on his bed sheets tonight. He waited impatiently looking out of the front room window towards the entrance to the drive waiting to see that small slim form, with a mass of brown wavy hair atop his head flopping down around his ears walk into view. The red lips that looked like they’d been sucking a strawberry lolly, which he’d kissed twice. His face, that made him want to crush the boy to his breast and have him remain like that forever. His thoughts now centred on the fact the boy had still not arrived, His thoughts were in overdrive. Where the fuck is he, he said he’d be here by one o’clock and it’s nearly two now, if he isn’t here in the next five minutes I’m fucking off to Brian’s house. 2pm came and the boy hadn’t arrived, alright another five minutes and I’m definitely going he can go to hell. Ten past two and still no Dominic. “What the hell could have happened to him, and he hasn’t even got a bloody phone so that I can call him, he’s a right little shit I’m going to, and Matthew’s face broke into a huge grin, God here he his. He headed to the front door flinging it open and ran down the driveway meeting Dominic half way, then grabbing him lifting him into his arms swinging him around and asking, “Where the bloody hell have you been, I’ve been waiting effing yonks for you.” “My mum was messing around in the shopping mall, she took ages to finish the shopping.” Not letting go of the Dominic he carried him into the house then set him on his feet. “Come on lets go to my room, oops do you want something to eat or drink first.” “I’ll have a cold drink please, its thirsty work walking here in the heat.” “Okay, you carry on to my room and I’ll bring it up.” Dominic made his way to Matthew’s room and sat on the bed waiting for him to appear. Shortly Matthew arrived carrying a tray containing a tumbler and a can of Pepsi and set it on his desk. He opened the can and poured it into the tumbler filling it to the brim. Then walking over to Dominic, he handed it to him. “Here you are, that should quench your thirst.” Taking the glass Dominic expressed his thanks then proceeded to drain it. As he stood up to go and put the glass back on the tray, Matthew smiling took the glass from him to take it back to the desk. “You must have been thirsty, do you want another one.” “No (and in the middle of his sentence he burped) thanks, oops sorry.” Matthew couldn’t help himself he replaced the glass went over to the boy hugged him lifted him onto the bed and pinned him down with his body. With Matthew squeezing and shaking his body Dominic burped and apologised again. “This will stop you burping,” and Matthew brought their lips together. He was in heaven tasting the younger boy’s lips which had a sweetness to them from the Pepsi he’d just finished drinking. He broke the kiss then looked down at the boy’s face, the mouth was slightly open, and he could see the two front teeth with a very slight gap between them that looked so large compared to the other teeth, it made him look really cute. Dominic with a questioning look on his face and his eyes searching Mathew’s asked, “Do you like kissing me.” “Yes,” Matthew responded, “I don’t know why, but every time I see you I want to do it. I must be going crazy, I’ve never felt like this about anyone before. I’m sorry I won’t do it again.” “It’s okay I don’t mind, but I was just wondering why you do it.” “I told you last night why I kissed you, if I tell you how I really feel you might think I’m weird.” “And kissing another boy is considered the norm I presume.” “Because you’re more intelligently advanced than most boys, do you have to talk in that superior manner, you’re not a teacher talking to one of his pupils.” “Sorry Matthew, I really didn’t mean to sound pompous, will you please tell me I really want to know?” Matthew released his hold on Dominic and sat up on the edge of the bed. With his feet on the ground he hung his head trying to compose his thoughts on how best to express his feelings to Dominic. He felt a hand come around the back of his head then rest on his cheek and force his head to turn and look into the face that was consuming his thoughts. Dominic kneeling on the bed to get his face level with Matthew’s looked into his eyes said, “Come on Matthew tell me.” He smiled at the younger boy, “Okay brains seems like you’re a bit backward in the human emotions field, though I suppose you are still quite young. Mind you I’m only a couple of years older myself but I have had a bit more experience than you. Anyway, here goes. I think, no I know I’m getting extremely fond of you Dominic, I’ve dated girls and even had a couple of them wank me, but I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve not done anything sexual with you except kiss you, and yet, I feel being in your company is all I need. With the girls I only went with them to get them to play with my dick and feel their tits and finger them, but there was nothing like this feeling like I’m having now.” Gazing into the younger boy’s eyes he asked, “Do you have any romantic feelings towards me Dominic, you can speak the truth I won’t hold it against you if you don’t?” “I don’t know Matthew,” Dominic responded nervously, “I feel nice being with you and even when you kiss me, but I’m not too sure about the wanking thing.” Matthew’s laughter burst forth, after controlling his laughter he said, “That’s put very delicately isn’t it, you’re not too sure about the wanking thing. Dominic, I just told you, being near you and kissing you is enough. I don’t.” And Matthew’s voice was interrupted by Dominic, “But I tried it last night like you told me. The first time my mum interrupted me, and by the time I got to bed and started doing it again I was so tired I fell asleep. Now today, I’ve not had a chance to do it. So, I’m still not sure about what it’s like to have a wank and how it makes you feel towards someone. Can’t you show me then I’ll know if I want to or not?” “Oh shit! Dominic, you don’t want to do it now do you?” “Bloody hell Matthew, are you dumb, how many more times do I have to say it. Yes.” Matthew rose from the bed saying, “Just let me go and shut the door in case one of my parents decides to come in.” He returned to the bed, “Okay lie on the bed but first lower your tracksuit bottoms and briefs to under your dick.” Dominic did as he was instructed while Matthew sat beside him. He looked down at the slim inch and a half uncircumcised flaccid penis. He put his hand under the boy’s scrotum feeling the marble sized balls and gently fondled them. Dominic’s penis sprang to life and was rock hard instantly. Matthew continued to play with the ball sac then moved his hand to grasp the three-inch erection and started to stroke it. Dominic was in heaven while Matthew played with his loins, he was having the most marvellous sensations coursing through his body. As Matthew continued to stroke his dick he started to feel something building inside of him in the lower regions. Suddenly instinct took over and he started to buck his hips into the hand that was giving him so much pleasure. Matthew sensed the boy was nearing his orgasm so started stroking even faster, then suddenly the boy’s body convulsed his hips bucked and he gave out a long drawn out moan as his orgasm took control, he continued to thrust his dick into Matthew’s hand till his orgasm subsided, he closed his eyes and lay still. Regaining his composure, he felt a pair of lips press against his and opened his eyes to see Matthew looking at him. “Dominic, are you all right?” “Dominic smiled never better, now I know why you did it at least three times a day, that was as you said indescribable.” “Matthew.” “What?” “Can we do it again?” “Bloody hell you’ve only just finished.” “Well let me do you first then you can do me again.” “Dominic, is that all you want me for, to have wanks?” “I umm I ‘m sorry, it sounded bad didn’t it, but I did like it an awful lot. “If you’re annoyed about it I’ll leave if you want me to.” Matthew thinking the boy only wanted to get his rocks off replied “That’s up to you if you want to leave by all means go.” The younger boy responded. “I asked you if you wanted me to leave and you turn around and say, if I want to. If you can’t make the decision then I’ll make it for the both of us.” Dominic stood up adjusted his clothing and started to walk out of the room. Matthew trying to retrieve the situation called out, “Are you coming back tomorrow?” “Dominic stopped, turned and looked at the boy sitting on the bed. “No point is there, if you think the only reason I come around here is for a wank.” Matthew sprang from the bed walked over to the younger boy grabbed him by the shirt; “If you leave I’ll beat the shit out of you.” “What? “You heard, do you think I’m going to let you go just like that.” He grabbed Dominic who was struggling and lifted him into his arms then carried him to the bed and flopped onto it in a heap. With his arms and legs enveloping the younger boy, he clung to Dominic who had become still as they lay together. The younger boy lifted his head laid it on Matthew’s shoulder then worming his arms free wrapped them around Matthew and squeezed. Matthew smiled he was happy again this is what he wanted just the two of them in each other’s arms. Gently grabbing a fistful of hair on Dominic’s head he brought it around so that he could bring their lips together. The kiss seemed to light a spark between them that Matthew could not resist any longer, he forced his tongue into Dominic’s mouth seeking and finding its partner and proceeded to caress it with his own. “Dominic gasped and broke the kiss, “Oh gosh! I’ve heard about French kissing but never thought that it would be so incredible.” “Matthew laughed again, “That’s something else you’ve learnt, now who’s tutoring who?” Dominic giggled “They say I’m very quick at learning so let me put into practice what I’ve learnt,” as he brought their lips together then lowered his hand to fondle Matthew’s erection. Matthew broke the kiss “No Dominic not yet, let’s just lie here for a bit I like having you in my arms.” “But your hard as rock Matthew.” “So.” “So, let me do something about it.” “The older boy smiled and pecked Dominic on the lips. “Okay but I don’t think I’m going to last very long, so you had better stop fondling me for the time being, stop Dominic stop, Oh God stop or I’m going to do it in my trousers let me take them down first.” Dominic ignored Matthew’s requests to stop and continued to stroke his cock through his clothing, suddenly Mathew stiffened, his hips started jerking uncontrollably as he erupted inside his underwear. As he recovered from Dominic’s administrations Matthew looked at the younger boy, “Oh God that was wonderful but you made me make one helluva mess in my clothes, I’m going to have to go and clean up.” “Can I see it Matthew?” “Alright,” and he lowered his trousers and briefs. “Yike’s the semen looks awful, something like phlegm. “Yeah well you’ll be shooting the same when you’re older, now I’d better clean it up.” “No I’ll do it seeing that I was the cause of it.” Dominic rolled over to the side of the bed and reached the bedside table removed some tissues from the box and started to clean Matthew’s discharge. As he cleaned the now flaccid penis his movements caused it to grow to a semi state of arousal.” “Huh seems like someone’s getting all excited again.” “Yeah, well what do you expect when someone is stroking it instead of cleaning it?” “That’s it I’ve had enough of cleaning,” and Dominic put the tissues aside slipped his tracksuit bottoms and briefs down to his ankles then lay with his rampant member on top of Matthews exposed loins. The older boy wrapped his arms around the diminutive form and squeezed him into his body, as their hips gyrated eager to experience again the pleasures of a few moments ago. Matthew and Dominic, recovering from their second orgasms lay contentedly in each other’s arms enjoying the closeness of their bodies, and wishing that this moment in time would never end. T.B.C. maybe
  3. Stanley died in a fire and his body was burned pretty badly. The morgue needed someone to identify the body, so they sent for his two best deer hunting friends, Cooter and Gomer. The three men had always hunted and fished together and were long time members of a hunting camp. Cooter arrived first, and when the mortician pulled back the sheet, Cooter said, Yup, his face is burned up pretty bad. You better roll him over. The mortician rolled him over and Cooter said, Nope, ain't Stanley The mortician thought this was rather strange, So he brought Gomer in to confirm the identity of the body. Gomer looked at the body and said, Yup, he's pretty well burnt up. Roll him over. The mortician rolled him over and Gomer said, No, it ain't Stanley The mortician asked, How can you tell? Gomer said, Well, Stanley had two assholes. "What! He had two assholes? asked the mortician. Yup, we never seen 'em, but everybody used to say, "There's Stanley with them two assholes. Cooter and Gomer are both now employed in the FBI investigating Trump.
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    Don't Judge Others

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    Been there, done that, so know exactly what he's talking about
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    Irish Prostitute

    THE IRISH An Irish daughter had not been home for over 5 years. Upon her return, her Father cursed her heavily. 'Where have ye been all this time, child? Why did ye not write to us, not even a line? Why didn't ye call? Can ye not understand what ye put yer old Mother through?' The girl, crying, replied, Dad... I became a prostitute.' 'Ye what!? Get out a here, ye shameless harlot! Sinner! You're a disgrace to this Catholic family.' 'OK, Dad... as ye wish. I only came back to give mum this luxurious fur coat, title deed to a ten-bedroom mansion, plus a 5 million savings certificate. For me little brother, this gold Rolex. And for ye Daddy, the sparkling new Mercedes limited edition convertible that's parked outside plus a membership to the country club ... (takes a breath) ... and an invitation for ye all to spend New Year's Eve on board my new yacht in The Riviera.' 'What was it ye said ye had become?' says Dad. Girl, crying again, 'A prostitute, Daddy!.' 'Oh! My Goodness! Ye scared me half to death girl, I thought ye said a Protestant! Come here and give yer old Dad a hug!!! 'Oh! My Goodness! Ye scared me half to death girl, I thought ye said a Protestant! Come here and give yer old Dad a hug!!!
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    Jewish cab driver

    A clearly inebriated woman, stark naked, jumped into a taxi in New York City and lay on the back seat. The cab driver, an old Jewish gentleman, opened his eyes wide and stared at the woman. He made no attempt to start the cab. The woman glared back at him and said, "What's wrong with you, honey? Haven't you ever seen a naked woman before?" The old Jewish driver answered, "Let me tell you sumsing, lady. I vasn't staring at you like you tink; det vould not be proper. The drunk woman giggled and responded, "Well, if you're not staring at my boobs or my butt, sweetie, what are you doing then?" He paused a moment, then told her..."Vell, M'am, I am looking and I am looking, and I am tinking to myself, vair in da hell is dis lady keeping de money to pay for dis ride?" Now, that's a businessman!
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    Time for some size jokes

    thanks for a good giggle
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    Elderly Couple

    Elderly couple in church celebrating their 50th Wedding Anniversary. In the middle of the service the woman takes out a pen and paper from her bag and writes. Just did a silent fart what should I do. The man writes back, Buy a new battery for your hearing aid
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    The Black Bra

    I had lunch with 2 of my unmarried friends. One is engaged, one is a mistress; and I have been married for 20+ years. We were chatting about our relationships and decided to amaze our men by greeting them at the door wearing a black bra, stiletto heels, and a mask over our eyes. We agreed to meet in a few days to exchange notes. . . Here's how it all went. My engaged friend: The other night when my boyfriend came over, he found me in a black leather bodice, tall stilettoes and a mask. When he saw me he said, 'You are the woman of my dreams. I love you.' Then we made passionate love all night long. The mistress: Me too! The other night I met my lover at his office and I was wearing a raincoat. Under it only the black bra, heels and the mask over my eyes. When I opened the raincoat he didn't say a word, but he started to tremble and we had wild sex all night. Then I had to share my story: When my husband came home I was wearing the black bra, black stockings, stilettos, and a mask over my eyes. When he came in the door and saw me he said, you’re going to love this . . . . .. * * * * * * * "What's for dinner, Zorro?"
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    Italian Confessional

    Italian Confessional An elderly Italian man who lived on the outskirts of Rimini, Italy, went to the local church for confession in 1960. When the priest slid open the panel in the confessional, the man said: "Father, during World War II, a beautiful Jewish woman from our neighborhood knocked urgently on my door and asked me to hide her from the Nazis. So I hid her in my attic." The priest replied: "That was a wonderful thing you did, and you have no need to confess that." "There is more to tell, Father. She started to repay me with sexual favors. This happened several times a week, and sometimes twice on Sundays." The priest said, "That was a long time ago and by doing what you did, you placed the two of you in great danger, but two people under those circumstances can easily succumb to the weakness of the flesh. However, if you are truly sorry for your actions, you are indeed forgiven." "Thank you, Father. That is a great load off my mind. I do have one more question." "And what is that?" asked the priest. "Should I tell her the war is over?"
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    A drunk man who smelled like a brewery sat down on a subway next to a priest. The man's tie was stained, his face was plastered with red lipstick, and a half-empty bottle of gin was sticking out of his torn coat pocket. He opened his newspaper and began reading. After a few minutes the man turned to the priest and asked, 'Say Father, what causes arthritis? ' The priest replies, “My Son, it's caused by loose living, being with cheap, wicked women, too much alcohol, contempt for your fellow man, sleeping around with prostitutes and lack of personnel hygiene.” The drunk muttered in response, 'Well, I'll be damned,” then returned to his paper. The priest, thinking about what he had said, nudged the man and apologized. “I'm very sorry. I didn’t mean to come on so strong. How long have you had arthritis?” The drunk answered, “I don't have it, Father, I was just reading here that the Pope does.”
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    Come Away With Me 3

    Come Away With Me Part 3 It had been over a week since Ethan had seen Michael, and was beginning to wonder if they would ever talk again. He had thought that Michael would ring to apologize but nothing at all had happened, and he himself had felt that as he was not in the wrong he was not going to be the first to phone. He made his way home from school with Johnny at his side. “You still seeing Bolton in the evenings Ethan?” Johnny enquired “No haven’t seen him for over a week.” “Then why haven’t you been over to visit me in the evenings?” “Didn’t really feel like it Johnny” “What’s the reason you haven’t been to see him?” “No reason just giving it a bit of a rest for the moment.” “What’s he like to talk to?” “He’s okay actually quite interesting.” “Do you like him? “Yeah, he’s not bad, better than some of those stupid friends he used to have.” “How come after he had that truce with you he became a bit of a loner?” “Don’t know, anyway why are you so interested in him all of a sudden?” “I’m not interested in him just never had a chance like you to talk to him.” Well I’ve not spoken to him for over a week, and I don’t think I will be speaking to him anytime soon.” “Have you had an argument with him? “No, why d’you ask?” “Because of the way you’re talking and the way you’ve been acting at school for the last ten days.” “You’re imagining things what’s with you all of a sudden.” “Okay no need to get your knickers in a twist only asked a simple question.” “I’m sorry Johnny, see you in school tomorrow.” he turned with Johnny’s goodbyes echoing in his ears into the street that he lived on. Michael was miserable; he couldn’t understand why he’d got so jealous of Ethan’s friendship with Johnny, causing him to drive Ethan away, and now he had no one that visited him. He’d lost interest in trying to get about on his crutches and constantly made excuses not to. His loss of appetite was soon made apparent in the thinness of his body. His parents noticing his change in character questioned him and were politely told to “Leave me alone.” In the second week when the situation hadn’t improved they informed the doctor about his condition. The doctor after due consideration told them he’d be around to see the boy after his surgery appointments. Later in the evening after the doctor had examined Michael he sat discussing the boy’s health with his parents. “There is nothing medically wrong with Michael,” he said, “his fractures are mending well from what we can see from the last x-rays that were taken, so something must have happened at home to cause this downward trend in his physical well-being.” “That’s just it doctor we just don’t know what it can be.” “Have you questioned him on the matter?” “Yes and we can’t get a thing out of him.” “What about his friends can’t they find out what the problem is?” “Well he hasn’t had any visitors not for quite a time. Even before his accident he didn’t get many friends coming around not like he used to have. Then only Ethan Grant visited him while he was in hospital, and only the once on the first day he came home, since then no one has been to visit him.” “That could well be the problem not having any friends visiting him. I’m not sure what we can do about that, you can’t very well force children to visit, only ask.” “I’m not too sure that Michael would like us asking boys to visit him doctor, he’s told us on a couple of occasions to leave him alone.” “Well the only other way to get him to eat would be to threaten him with hospitalisation again, and that’s what I’d better do right now, will you excuse me a minute while I go and speak to him again.” The doctor knocked and entered Michael’s room. “I’ve been discussing you’re decline in weight with your parents Michael, and it seems that you just don’t want to cooperate and eat what’s prepared for you. If you continue to eat such minuscule portions of food then the only solution is to enter you into hospital. Then have you fed intravenously until we feel that you can be trusted to eat properly again, do you understand?” “Do what you want doctor I don’t really care what you do.” The doctor left the room and confronted the parents again. “That didn’t seem to have much effect on him, if his appetite doesn’t improve in the next week then let me know and we’ll re-enter him into hospital.” “Alright doctor and thank you for coming.” Precisely eight days later Michael Bolton was back in hospital, and promptly put on an intravenous feed his weight was down to 95lbs. he’d lost nearly 55lbs in weight and the doctors were getting concerned about his condition. His parents and younger brother were absolutely distraught not knowing what could cause Michael’s health to deteriorate in this manner. For the first two days Mrs Bolton stayed and slept in the hospital with Michael, on the third day she went home and Michael’s father took over. After attending to the younger son she drove down to the local supermarket to stock up the groceries for the next few days. Inside she bumped into Ethan’s mother who at once enquired about Michael and how he was doing.” “He’s back in hospital again.” she replied. “Oh my goodness whatever happened.” “Well we don’t know, he just hasn’t been eating and seems to have lost interest in everything, so the doctor re-admitted him to hospital, so they could feed him intravenously and keep him under observation.” “Oh dear I’m so sorry to hear that Mrs Bolton, I do hope he recovers soon is there anything that I can do to help.” “No, not really we don’t even know what to do, please excuse me I have to get going and finish my shopping bye for now.” Ethan’s mother finished her shopping and went home. Later that day when her son returned from school she questioned him. “You didn’t tell me that Michael was back in Hospital.” “What,” Ethan shouted absolutely astounded, “Michael in hospital since when?” “I don’t know I met his mother in the supermarket and she told me. He seems to be quite bad they’ve got him on an intravenous feed at the moment.” “Oh God, mum you’ve got to take me to the hospital right now.” “Have your tea first then we can go.” “No mum right now. I just can’t think of eating after hearing about Michael.” “Alright get whatever you have to and let’s go.” “I don’t need anything mum the quicker we get there the better.” They made their way to the car and within ten minutes were at the hospital and making their way to where Michael was hospitalised. At the entrance to the ward Ethan stopped and looked around, he saw Mr Bolton seated at the side of Michael’s bed that was blocking his vision of Michael. He quietly walked over to stand behind Mr Bolton and looked over to see Michael sleeping. Sensing someone behind him Mr Bolton turned and smiled as he recognised Ethan. “Come and sit down Ethan there’s a chair there,” he said indicating, “that you can use, draw it up beside me.” Ethan did as was requested and sat down, “How is he Mr Bolton?” “No different than when he entered hospital Ethan, we thought that he might decide to start eating properly when he was brought in, but it doesn’t seem to have made any difference to him.” Has he been sleeping long?” “About a couple of hours or so. I’m just going to go and have something to drink do you want anything Ethan?” “No thanks Mr Bolton.” “Okay see you shortly.” As soon as Mr Bolton left Ethan stretched his hand out and clasped Michael’s and started gently squeezing it. He felt like he wanted to burst into tears to see his friend looking so sick and weak. He couldn’t believe this was the same Michael that terrorised him now just a shell of his former self. The hand that had hit him a couple of times was now as slim as his own. The thoughts brought the tears that he had managed to hold back earlier flow down his cheeks unchecked. He was so full of his sorrow that he didn’t hear Mr Bolton return till he heard him sit down beside him. Quickly he removed his hand from Michael’s but not before Mr Bolton had seen him clasping his son’s hand. “Ethan you don’t have to take your hand away. If you feel comfortable holding Michael’s hand then do so. Here you’d better wipe your face,” he said handing him a tissue. “Thanks Mr Bolton,” Ethan said through his sniffling, “I couldn’t help it when I saw how thin Michael is do you think he’s going to be alright?” “Yes I think so, the doctors here are very good. I think they’ll get him back on his feet and looking normal again. I saw your mother in the restaurant I asked her to come up as there was only the two of us here so she should soon join us.” He had hardly finished speaking when Mrs Grant walked into the ward and sucked in her breath on seeing the condition of Michael. “Whatever caused Michael to relapse to this condition? She enquired of Mr Bolton; “he was getting along fine the last time I saw him.” “We just don’t know, from the first day he got home he seemed to just go downhill.” Hearing Mr Blake mention when Michael’s health started to deteriorate Ethan realised that it was the day of their argument, but he couldn’t have taken it so bad his leaving that day, he thought. He couldn’t, Oh God, was he to blame for Michael getting so ill. He hadn’t meant their argument to last as long as it did, he’d felt miserable not being able to talk to him. Please God let him get better, his mind raced and thoughts flew through mind, I promise God, I’ll do my best to behave and I won’t argue with him again, just don’t let him die please God, please. His thoughts were interrupted as Michael’s eyes opened and focused on his face. Slowly a smile spread across his face, “Ethan,” he whispered. “Michael, did you have a good sleep.” “Yeah but if I’d known you were coming I’d have stayed awake.” “Michael, I’m sorry for walking out on you the day you came home from hospital.” “Bullshit, it was my fault, I made you leave the only thing was I didn’t know how badly it would effect me.” Turning to Mr Bolton and his mother Ethan asked if he could talk to Michael in private if they didn’t mind as they had to settle a misunderstanding that they’d had some time ago.” Sure Ethan.” Mr Bolton said and escorted Mrs Grant out of the ward. Ethan returned to holding Michaels’s hand then gently squeezing it he smiled and said, “Michael, Johnny, and the others they’re my friends, but you’re not, you’re different you’re more than a friend. I just don’t have words to explain how I feel when I stand beside you, like now holding your hand. At this moment my chest is aching and I want to wrap my arms around you and just squeeze you, I don’t feel like this with my other friends just you Michael you’re something special.” “I’m sorry for acting like a fool Ethan, and causing everyone so much worry, I really was jealous of Johnny, and thought that he would make you forget me, but now you’ve made me feel like I want to jump out of this bed. Can you come closer and put your arms around me like you said, I need you to hold me for a while.” The small boy stood up and wrapped his arms around the patient, he managed to get his small arms around Michael only because of his loss of weight. As Ethan held him, on the spur of the moment Michael turned his head and placed a kiss on his cheek. “Michael will you give over the other kids in the ward can see what you’re doing.” “Not in the least bit worried about what they think, anyway that was another way of saying thank you.” “For what?” “For everything, for telling me how you felt about me for making me feel hungry again, and most of all for just being here with your arms around me.” Ethan could no longer hold back his feelings after hearing what Michael said, he lowered his lips to Michael’s and pecked him on the lips. “You boy’s seem to have finished talking I see.” “Ethan let go of Michael and spun around to see Mr Bolton and his mother standing at the foot of the bed. “Umm, yes Mr Bolton and Michael is feeling a lot better.” “Is that’ because you were giving him mouth-to-mouth resuscitation,” he said smiling. “Umm no, I was just I was umm I.” “Alright Ethan,” Mr Bolton interrupted his spluttering, “I was just joking I’m sure that Michael was enjoying your administrations on him as I don’t see any signs of disapproval on his face.” Ethan hung his head and started to leave when Mr Bolton stopped him. “Don’t leave Ethan, I’m sorry I shouldn’t have made fun of you, Michael needs you so much, just the look in his eyes tells me he’s feeling better because of your presence here.” “You’re not mad at what you just saw Mr. Bolton.” “No Ethan, I’m not mad, I’m happy to see my son with a sparkle in his eye again maybe your presence has done him more good than all the medicines.” “I don’t know about that Mr Bolton, but he did say he was starving not long ago so he must be feeling better, don’t you think?” Mr Bolton looked at the boy’s upturned enquiring face, “I reckon that’s the best news we’ve heard in quite a few days Ethan,” he said ruffling the boy’s hair, “Now all we have to do is find him some food instead of pumping all that grunge through his veins.” Michael’s recovery if not spectacular was speedy so that within a couple of days he was allowed home and his parents told to return with him in a months time to have his fractures x-rayed prior to have the plasters removed if the healing process was satisfactory. He was glad to be back home again with the added bonus knowing that Ethan would be around as soon as he could after school. Ethan not wanting to lose Johnny’s friendship told him that after school he would be visiting Michael every day till he was back on his feet. At first Johnny was none too pleased having Michael taking up so much of Ethan’s time but he soon found other friends to spend his evenings with. The day finally arrived when Michael returned from the hospital minus his arm and leg plasters. The strapping around his rib cage being removed some two weeks earlier. When Ethan made his daily visit after school as he walked into Michael’s room he stopped in his tracks, mouth open. When he found his voice he looked at Michael sitting on the bed with a big grin on his face. Ethan slowly walked over to him and wrapped his arms around Michael laying his head on his chest he mumbled, “You didn’t tell me you shit.” “I wanted to surprise you,” encircling his arms around the smaller boy. “Made my mum and dad promise not to tell you even had to threaten Robert with sudden death if he even hinted it to you.” Kissing the smaller boy on the top of the head, “So what do you think, big improvement eh?” Ethan didn’t answer with watery eyes he lifted his face to bring their lips together, their tongues sort and found its partner as they revelled in the feelings the kiss brought about. Breaking the kiss Michael spoke, “Ethan.” “Yeah.” “Will you do me a favour? “What?” “Will you ask your mum if you can sleep here tonight? Its Saturday tomorrow so there’s no school for you.” “Okay, but I won’t phone I’ll go home and ask her she’s bound to say yes, then I can pick up my clothes and come straight back.” “You won’t be long will you?” “I’ll be so quick my feet won’t touch the ground.” Giving Michael a quick peck on the lips he said, “Bye,” left the room yelling his goodbyes to Michael’s parents as he ran out of the front door. “Michael, what on earth is going on I just heard Ethan yelling goodbye and the front door slam.” “It’s okay mum, he’s just gone to ask his mother if he can spend the night here.” “Oh, and I suppose I’m not to be consulted on this matter.” “Oops, sorry mum just didn’t think, can he spend the night.” “No.” “Oh Mummmm.” “Alright I was just joking.” “Thanks mum.” An hour later when Ethan hadn’t returned Michael got on the phone to Ethan’s house. After a couple of rings Mrs Grant answered the phone. “Umm Mrs Grant is Ethan coming over to spend the night?” “No, I’ve told him that he’s not allowed to sleep at your house, and the less he saw of you the better.” “What do you mean the less he saw of me.” “Michael was interrupted by Mrs Grant saying, “Goodbye,” and putting the phone down. Michael was stunned, he quickly went to his mother and told her what had happened. “Michael, Mrs Grant is well within her rights to stop her son from seeing whoever she feels is not right for him. I would do the same if I thought that another boy was a bad influence on you.” “But mum I haven’t done anything bad.” “Michael your father told me about how he and Mrs Grant found the two of you kissing.” “Oh but that’s not bad is it.” “Not in my eyes Michael, but other people don’t see things in the same light. Mrs Grant I suppose was just waiting for you to have your plasters removed to put a stop to your friendship with Ethan. In her eyes because you’re the more physically mature she holds you to blame for what happened, and she doesn’t want Ethan joining you in friendship any longer.” “Well she can’t stop me from seeing Ethan at school. The term ends next week but after the holiday when I’m fit to go back I’ll see him then.” “Yes, you can see him then but don’t antagonise Mrs Grant, you’ll only make matters worse.” Ethan sat opposite his mother in silence. “I’m doing it for your own good Ethan, he’s a bad influence and he’s corrupting your mind, boys like that should be kept away from the others.” “He’s not corrupting my mind, I want to be with Michael and be his friend.” “Yes, I don’t mind you having friends, but kissing other boys.” “So that’s what it’s all about.” Ethan said interrupting his mother, “Well Michael wasn’t kissing me I was kissing him so you’ve got it all wrong.” “You never had these kind of thoughts until you met him. You never did any kissing with Johnny did you?” “I didn’t have the same feelings for Johnny, like I did for Michael.” “Look I’m not going to argue with you, you’re not seeing him again and I mean it. Don’t think that you’ll see him in school after the holidays, because I intend changing your school so that will be the end of any relationship with Michael Bolton.” Ethan stood up stared at his mother then without a word turned his back on her and walked out of the room. The next day only when she spoke to him did Ethan speak to his mother, at all other times he kept quiet and never instigated any conversation. Mrs Grant thought that after a few days he’d get over the ban on seeing Michael, and that he would resume talking to her. Three weeks later and the situation was still the same, Ethan only spoke when spoken to, the rest of the time he remained silent or locked away in his room. Eventually she snapped and decided to confront him. Knocking on his door she shouted that she wanted to speak to him downstairs in the sitting room. The moment he walked into the room his mother started her tirade. “Don’t think by resorting to the silent treatment that you’re going to get me to change my mind. You’re going to a new school and that’s settled, and if you think you can see your friend behind my back think again. If I so much as suspect that you’ve seen him I’ll have the police brought in on the case. They may not be able to do much because of your ages but it will make him out to be the offender. I don’t think the boys in his school will take very kindly to that, if he’s suspected of molesting another boy smaller than himself.” Ethan looked at his mother in astonishment, he’d not realised to what lengths she’d go to break his friendship with Michael and for the first time in days he decided to answer his mother. “I never expected you to be so narrow minded, you may be able to stop me from seeing Michael but you will never break the feelings I have for him. You can only have control over me till a certain age then as soon as I am old enough I will leave this house and you. Then I will go to Michael if he still wants me, and you can live your life whichever way you want, but I will not be any part of it.” When he’d finished talking Ethan turned and walked out of the room and out of the front door. Hearing the front door close Mrs Grant sat down and burst into tears. She realised that by trying to hold onto her son she had more or less driven him away. It wasn’t his friendship with Michael that had prompted her to act in the way she did, if it had been a girl she would have found some excuse to break the relationship. She felt that if Ethan were to become too fond of someone whichever sex, that person would replace her in his affections. She wanted to hold onto him for as long as possible, and was afraid that he would leave her the moment he became emotionally involved with someone else. She’d not expected it to be at such an early age, which had caused her to react the way she did. Friendships she could deal with, but when she saw how her son kissed and looked at Michael she became afraid of the boy that held such a lot of her son’s attention. She had waited till he was out of plaster so that there would be no repeat of the previous incident before acting. But now she realised that what she had done had made matters worse. She sat and collected her thoughts and made the decision that she could not continue with her present course of action, and when Ethan returned would sit and discuss the matter with him and try and get their lives back to what it used to be. Ethan meanwhile had walked aimlessly till he found himself at the entrance to the park. Looking around he saw a public telephone, going over to it he inserted 20p and dialled Michael’s number. “Hello Robert, could you ask Michael to come to the phone please.” Ethan didn’t have long to wait before Michaels voice was there asking him, “How he was.” “I’m okay Michael, I don’t have much time, I’m at a public telephone at the entrance to the park so could you meet me here so that we can talk.” “Okay I’ll be there as fast as my limpy leg will get me there, bye see you in a bit.” and he hung up. Ethan walked into the park and finding a secluded spot sat down on the grass to wait for Michael. After a while he unclasped his hands from around his knees and lay back closing his eyes. Ten minutes later he opened his eyes as he felt someone watching him, arching his neck and tilting his head he looked back to see Michael standing looking down at him. Ethan Jumped up and went over to Michael they held hands and just stood looking at each other till Michael asked, “What are you doing here?” “I had an argument with my mum again, she intends sending me to a new school at the beginning of next term.” “Shit! That’s really being mean, I never thought that she would be like that. So now what do we do. I can’t believe that our friendship can cause your mother so much anger.” “Well, we can still see each other. We’ll just have to make plans so that she won’t know we’re meeting, because she threatened to call the police, if she found out that I was seeing you behind her back.” “Bloody Hell! What’s wrong with her Ethan she wasn’t like that before?” “I’ve no idea she just seems to have lost it and gone off the deep end recently.” “Okay, I’ll think up something for us and get back to you,” Michael thought for a moment then said, “I’ll get Johnny to deliver the message that way she won’t know.” He stood clasping the smaller boy to him then nudging the smaller boy on the top of the head said, “Ethan” “Yeah.” He said looking into Michaels eyes. “When we’re sixteen your mum can’t stop you from seeing who you wish and you can also leave home, if you have a safe environment to live in.” “Yeah that’s right.” “Will you come away with me, we could live together at my parent’s home till we’re old enough to have a place of our own.” Ethan looked around the park there was no one in sight he leaned upwards and kissed Michael, “Three years seems forever Michael but if I have to wait ten years I’ll wait. Now I had better get home don’t know what my mother is planning next.” They walked out of the park together then outside reluctantly they went their separate ways. When he arrived home Ethan opened the door and made for his room. Before he could get to the stairs his mother’s voice rang out. “Ethan, could you come in here please.” Reluctantly he turned away from the stairs and made for the sitting room, as he entered his mother looked at him and said, “I think I had better apologize for the way I’ve behaved and causing us to fall out. I’m sorry Ethan, I never wanted it to be like this but I got frightened that you would get so involved with Michael that I would be left out of your life. It’s not about him being a boy or even if it were a girl I just didn’t want to be left alone.” Ethan walked over to his mother wrapped his arms around her and hugged her. “Mum, you never have to fear about me not being part of your life. Even when I was mad with you and no matter what I said, deep down I knew that I could never shut you out.” Mrs Grant with tears streaming down her cheeks managed to control her voice enough to say, “You’d better go and phone a certain boy and ask him if he wants and if his parents allow him, to come and stay for the weekend.” “Thanks mum” he said kissing her on the cheek, “you’ll see its much better having two boys in the house instead of one.” “Yes, and twice as much work now go and make that call.” Ethan made his way to the phone and dialled the Bolton’s number Mr Bolton answered the phone. “Hello Mr Bolton.” “Ethan how are you?” “I’m fine Mr Bolton, would it be alright and if Michael is willing for him to spend the weekend at our house, if you and Mrs Bolton are agreeable?” “I guess it would be alright but hang on a minute I’ll ask him.” Ethan could hear Mr Bolton shouting to Michael asking him if he wanted to spend the weekend with Ethan. There was no reply until he heard a voice. “Ethan is that you?” “Yes.” “My dad’s not having me on.” “No my mum and I have sorted things out can you come over.” “Give me five minutes to throw some clothes in a bag and I’ll ask dad to drive me.” “Okay then get going bye for now.” “Bye.” And the telephone conversation ended. Ethan went over to his mother and hugged her again, “Thanks a million mum.” “Ethan we still have to talk at a later date about your feelings for Michael and his for you. When you’re both sure in which direction you want your lives to progress.” “Yes mum, I think I’m pretty sure now but I’ll wait and see, and I’m sure Michael will have the same outlook.” Untangling herself from her sons arms she, said, “I’d better get into the kitchen and prepare some food for an evening meal for us I’m sure someone must have got his appetite back now.” Ethan grinned “Okay mum I’m going outside to wait for Michael.” While he stood on the pavement looking down the road waiting to see the red Ford come into view he thought, “If it comes into sight by the time I count ten Michael loves me most of all, and forever and ever. One, two, three, four, fiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiive, annnnnnnnd siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiix, annnnnnnnnnnnd, sev, Yeah.” The car came into sight, as soon as it stopped outside the house Michael was out of the car and hugging Ethan. The boys then turned to Mr Bolton saying goodbye to him as he drove off. As they walked in the front door Ethan’s mother was there, “Hello Michael come in and leave your bag in the hallway, the two of you go into the sitting room while I go and finish the cooking. The boys made their way into the room, inside and out of sight of his mother Ethan wrapped his arms around Michael and squeezed then looked up into his face expectantly. “What?” “You know what.” “I don’t, tell me.” “Michael will you give over annoying me.” Smiling Michael lowered his face to bring their lips together. At the first touch they moaned and explored each other’s mouths hungrily, Michael literally lifting Ethan of his feet as he crushed him into his body. Breaking the kiss they stood gazing at each other, “It seems like years since we last did that Ethan, God! How I’ve missed you.” “Me too, now we don’t have to worry about be separated and thinking what we can do to be together.” “Ethan.” “Uh huh.” “If your mum had not allowed us to be together would you have come away with me, when you came of age?” “I don’t know Michael, I was angry at how my mum reacted but deep down I still love her, and I’m not sure that I’d be able to turn my back on her and walk away.” If it had been the other way round would you.” “Yeah, it’s easier said than done, anyway that’s not an issue anymore,” he lowered his head to bring their lips together again when Ethan’s mother walked in. “If you two can stop sucking on each other’s lips for a second maybe you could help lay the table so that we can eat.” The boys blushing and laughing did what was asked of them. Later after they’d all eaten and cleared the table and watched television for a while the boys after wishing Mrs Grant goodnight made their way to bed. Upstairs in the privacy of Ethan’s room for the first time they would be able to look upon each other’s naked forms. Surprisingly they were both shy to undress and just stood looking at each other. Michael was the first to speak. “Ethan.” “Yes.” “Are you feeling the same as me?” “What are you feeling?” “Nervous.” “No, I’m not nervous, I’m just about pooping myself.” Michael burst out laughing grabbed Ethan, and swung him around then carried him to the bed gently laying him down and settling down beside him. His arms wrapped around the smaller boy Michael just lay looking into his eyes. “What.” “Michael didn’t answer. “Michael what’s wrong?” “Nothing’s wrong, everything’s right. I’ve been dreaming of this moment so many, many, times and now that it’s here I don’t want it to ever go away. Just lying here with you in my arms feeling your body against mine is the wickedest feeling in the world, except for the other one of course.” “What other one?” “You know.” “I don’t tell me,” Ethan said, bursting into laughter. “Right I’m not going to tell you I’m going to show you.” Michael pulled the smaller boy into him and started to grind his erection against Ethan’s just as swollen gland. “You took long enough to show me Thought you were going to talk all night. I’ve been umf,” and Ethan was cut short as Michael’s lips covered his and felt his tongue being caressed by Michael’s. Michael broke the kiss, “Ethan, let,s get undressed my dick is aching to feel yours against mine without the clothes between us.” They both got off the bed and started to strip their nervousness gone with the anticipation of what was to come. They stood naked looking at each other, Michael stepped forward and wrapped his arms around the smaller boy and drew him against his body. They shuddered as their bodies made contact and their erections rubbed together. Michael fell back on the bed dragging Ethan with him so that the smaller boy lay on top of him. Their lips came together and eagerly their tongues sort to make contact bringing moans from them as they relished the feelings of pleasure that emanated from the rubbing of their loins and the caressing of their tongues. Suddenly Ethan’s hips started to buck as the he began to near orgasm he ground even harder against Michael’s erection then lifting his head and arching his back he rammed one more time hard against Michael he yelled, “Oh God! Michael, and his hips started jerking uncontrollably as the semen erupted from his loins to spray between them. The sight of Ethan achieving an orgasm, and feeling him shooting his semen between them sent Michael into overdrive. Just as Ethan was nearing the end of his orgasm so Michael exploded, he squeezed the smaller boy into his body yelling, “Oh God! Ethan,” he cried, as his hips started pumping and globs of semen flew out of his penis to mix with Ethan’s deposit. Minutes later Michael rolled onto his side to ease Ethan’s weight off him. They lay with arms still around each other face to face smiled then brought their lips together in gentle pecks. “Michael.” “Uh huh.” “That was the most wonderful feeling I’ve ever had.” “God Ethan, I don’t know, wonderful just doesn’t come close to how I felt, and now with you in my arms I don’t ever want it to end.” “Michael, will you love me forever.” He looked at the smaller boy and pecked him on the lips “What makes you think that I’m ever going to stop loving you. Have you forgotten what happened to me when I thought you’d left me?” “I’m really sorry for that. I still feel really bad about it.” “You shouldn’t it was all my fault for trying to make you do what I wanted and not trusting you. I was so jealous of you I couldn’t stand to think that you’d like anyone else more that you liked me.” Ethan lifted himself up to look down on Michael, he pushed him onto his back then lay on top of him and brought their lips together. Their tongues united and sent currents of pleasure through their bodies their tongues danced inside their mouths twirling, caressing, thrusting, bringing the very spark of life that lay within them to unite as if they were one. When the kiss ended Ethan looked at Michael, “Do you still think that I could love anyone more than you?” “Nope.” Happy and content they lay together arms entwined around each other their eyes beginning to droop as gradually sleep overtook them and they passed into dreamland. The End.
  14. bilal

    Come Away With Me.

    Thanks for the positive comments guys . Not sure of making the story web worthy it only has three chapters to it. Bilal
  15. bilal

    Come Away With Me. 2

    Come Away With Me Part 2 The driver of the car didn’t have a prayer of stopping in time as Michael dashed out into the road. Now he just sat there stunned and in shock, after he’d felt the impact of the car hitting the boy and seeing him hurled into the air. Cars screeched to a stop, people yelled, and Ethan like the driver of the car stood frozen as he saw Michael hit by the vehicle. He’d looked across the road when he’d heard his name called, and now wanted to run over to Michael, but he couldn’t move. Tears were flowing down his cheeks, then suddenly his vocal chords responded to what he’d seen and a horrific scream erupted from his lungs. He dropped on all fours to the pavement his mind in turmoil at the events that had just enfolded in front of his eyes, his body jerking with the sobs pouring out from him. People ran in different directions some to attend to Michael and to see what could be done for the boy, at the same time calling for medical assistance on their mobiles. Others attended to the driver, and some to Ethan, who was still on his hands and knees on the pavement sobbing his heart out. With the arrival of the police and ambulances some semblance of order was established as cars moved, and people were ushered along their way. The paramedic from one of the ambulances after treating Michael took him away, while the second team attended to Ethan, still traumatized and softly sobbing to the other ambulance. After attending to Ethan a couple of the team attended to the driver of the car, making sure he was fit to accompany the police to answer any questions deemed necessary. At the hospital Michael was first x-rayed to ascertain the extent of his injuries and then to surgery. One of the nurses managed to extract their names and addresses from Ethan before they sedated him and admitted him to the children’s ward. Ethan’s mother was the first to arrive and was shown into the ward where her son was sleeping peacefully for the time being. She turned to the doctor and enquired. “How long will my son have to remain in hospital?” “That depends on the counsellor, but I think it would be no more than a day.” “How is Michael the other boy?” “I don’t really know, he’s still in surgery and won’t be out for some time yet. He’s had extensive injuries to one of his right arm and leg, and also his ribs, they’re not life threating that’s all I’ve heard from the ER staff. I should imagine that he’ll be sent to intensive care after surgery for the first twenty four hours to make sure all is well, then transferred here to the children’s ward if they feel he’s out of danger.” “Oh My God!” Mrs. Grant exclaimed, “Can I go and see Michael’s parents.” “Not at the moment they’re in with the hospital counsellor and will stay there till Michael comes out of surgery, which will not be for quite some time. So I would leave it till tomorrow Mrs. Grant.” “Alright doctor, now how long will it be before Ethan wakes up?” “Well he was given quite a heavy sedation, you must realise what he saw had quite a traumatic effect on him. Actually I think you should spend the night here we have a bed next to Ethan’s for you, so when he awakens you’ll be there for him. If you want you can use the phone to ask any relations to bring whatever you require for your stay here tonight.” “Thank you Doctor for your consideration, I’ll get my mother to bring whatever I need over here and also some things of Ethan’s.” “You’re welcome Mrs. Grant, if there is nothing else you require I’ll continue with my duties.” Saying his goodbyes he left. In the waiting room Michael’s parents sat both silently praying that there son would make a full recovery. The counsellor had spent an hour or more with Michael’s parents allaying their fears and putting their minds at rest. That their son was in a serious but not a life threatening condition, and had left, telling them if they required him for anything, they had only to press the call button, and he would be with them as soon as possible. At first Michael’s mother had been nearly hysterical when the police had given her the news of his accident. Now that her husband was at her side holding her hand, and the assurance of the counsellor that Michael was not in any imminent danger of losing his life, she felt more composed, but was still fearful until she could see for herself that her son was out of danger. The hours dragged by they phoned Mrs. Bolton’s sister to speak to their younger son Robert where they’d left him. He was full of questions about his brother, which they answered to the best of their ability which seemed to satisfy the boy. Then what seemed like an eternity, which in reality was just over four hours, the doctor walked in with a smile on his face. “Mr and Mrs Bolton.” He beamed. “Yes.” They answered. “You’ll be glad to hear that Michael is out of surgery and in the Intensive Care Unit. Before they could question him he continued, “Don’t be alarmed it’s just to keep a check on him. If no complications arise, he should be out of ICU and in the children’s ward later tomorrow.” The doctor paused for a bit then continued, “Now to inform you of his injuries. Luckily the driver because of the traffic wasn’t going very fast, so Michael came out of it with fewer injuries than we at first suspected. His right arm and leg are broken, and he also has three broken ribs and a concussion. We’ve done a full scan of him and found no internal injuries. The concussion will leave him with a bit of a sore head when he wakes but he’ll have a lot more discomfort from his broken bones than his head. So now if you want I will answer any questions you have.” Mr Bolton was the first to speak asking the doctor, “Will he make a full recovery?” “Yes the breaks were clean and the car wasn’t travelling very fast so being young Michael should be running around in about three to four months, without any handicap.” Both parents thanked the doctor on hearing his statement then asked if they could see their son. He led the way out of the room and to the ICU ward where they saw Michael in plaster with all the normal array of tubes stuck into the boy, who had just emerged from surgery. This to the parents would have been frightening had not the doctor been on hand to allay their fears and explain the purpose of the various tubes. The boy was still unconscious from the anaesthetics but was expected to come around within the next hour or so. The doctor after answering a few more questions and putting the parent’s minds at ease made his excuses and left. So Mr and Mrs Bolton took seats at their son’s bedside looking furtively at each other and waited for him to regain consciousness. Twenty-four hours later Ethan who’d been informed that Michael was alive and out of danger was being discharged from hospital. His mother and he were just gathering up his belongings ready to leave when Michael was wheeled into the ward. The orderlies soon had him settled in and left him in the care of the nurses. Ethan and his mother slowly walked over to Michael’s bed the boy’s eyes met, Ethan stood silently staring for a bit then asked, “How are you?” Michael grimaced, “Not too good at least the pain killers are doing their job, but what are you and your mum doing here?” “I Umm got shocked when I saw you hit by the car. I thought you’d been killed, and sort of broke up, so they kept me in hospital for a day now they’re sending me home.” “Oh sheesh! Wish you were staying longer at least I’d have someone to talk to.” “I can come and visit you if you want Michael, my mum could bring me over.” “Would you? That would be great.” “Michael we have to go now I’ll bring Ethan over tomorrow.” “Okay Mrs Grant bye for now, bye Ethan.” They left the ward and on the way out met Michael’s parents they spoke briefly then continued on their way home. Ethan with his mother visited Michael on a regular basis every day for the first week, but with all of his family and relatives around Ethan had very little chance to speak to him alone. The second week Ethan’s mother thinking that there would be the normal crowd visiting Michael said she’d stay in the hospital cafeteria, he could go up on his own to visit Michael, as there would be too many people at Michael’s bedside. Ethan walked into the ward alone and was surprised to see only Michael’s mother there. Greeting Mrs Bolton he stood looking down on Michael. “Hi Michael.” “Don’t stand there Ethan, come and sit on the bed,” and Michael patted the bed with his good arm. As Ethan sat on the bed Mrs Bolton asked “Did you come on your own Ethan?” “No Mrs Bolton, my mum brought me but she went to have a cup of tea in the café, she thought that there would be too many people here seems like she got it wrong today.” “Well they’ll all be here later when they come back from work. Meantime I think I’ll join your mother in the café for a cuppa.” She kissed her son on the cheek and said she’d be back shortly, leaving the two boys to themselves. They sat silently looking at each other till reaching out his hand Michael took Ethan’s in his, “Thanks for coming every day, I couldn’t say it before too many people around but it means a lot to me.” Ethan was shaking inside; feeling Michael’s hand in his was sending all sorts of feelings running around his body. He clasped Michael’s hand tighter then started to sniffle. “What’s wrong Ethan?” “Don’t know I’m feeling sort of funny inside holding your hand,” Michael pulled his hand away. “No, I didn’t want you to take your hand away,” Ethan said reaching over and clasping hands again, “I meant funny nice, and really happy to see that you’re getting well,” Ethan hung his head then looking into Michaels eyes said, “You don’t think I’m a sissy wanting to hold your hand do you?” “Nothing sissyish about it, I like holding your hand as well, I’ve been wanting to touch you for ages.” “What d’you mean touch me for ages.” “I umm I sort of umm,” “Come on Michael tell me.” “Well when you first came to the school I sort of took a liking to you when I first saw you, but you didn’t pay any attention to me. Because your size some of my friends started to call you a wanker. I didn’t want my friends to think I had feelings for you so went along with the name calling. The only other way I could find to get near you so my friends wouldn’t suspect anything was to pick on you. I know it was the wrong thing to do. I didn’t have the guts to come out openly in the first place, but I suppose my image meant a lot to me then, at least I did manage to put it right in the end.” “You really wanted to be my friend from the beginning?” “Yeah, but after I stopped picking on you I hardly ever got a chance to speak to you again. You were so tied up with that Johnny character, I don’t think you even knew I existed.” “Well he was the first boy to get friendly that day and we just started going together from then.” “Yeah fat lot of good it did me.” “You’re jealous that I got friendly with Johnny, aren’t you.” Michael didn’t answer he gently pulled his hand away and lay staring at his visitor.” “Ethan reached over and clasped hands again, “Sorry didn’t mean to sound so cocky.” “You were right I was jealous of Johnny, I used to wish it was me with you all the time.” “Yeah well I used to, and still do stand in front of the mirror imagining that I was you, with big muscles, and all the boys thinking I’m their hero.” “Ha, well you had better find another model to admire, this one can’t even sit up let alone stand.” “You’ll get better Michael, I’ve always fancied you, but thought that you wouldn’t want to be friendly with a weed.” “Ethan, I suppose now is the time to tell you what’s on my mind then I want you to go home and think about it. If you don’t come back to visit me I’ll understand.” “What d’you mean?” “Shush, will you let me talk and no questions afterwards, just go home and think about it.” “Okay” Nervously Michael started to speak, “I umm uh here goes. From the very first time I saw you like I said earlier, I wanted to get to know you and be friends with you. But being seen with a boy, that my friends thought was a total looser made me back off. Only after that day when I went home with you and we got to know each other did I realise what it was within me that drove me to do what I used to do to you. It was like a love hate thing, I wanted to be with you but my image wouldn’t let me. Since we had the truce and you’ve had the chance to make friends, I thought that I would be one of those friends but it never happened. Yeah you spoke to me only a quick hello and that was it. I used to sit in my room sometimes dreaming of being your best friend, and saving you from all sorts of dangers. Then carrying you back in my arms and you were happy to be with me. The day I got knocked down I‘d been thinking of you, and when I saw you across the road I just wanted so much to talk to you that I didn’t think, just yelled your name and ran over. What I’m saying Ethan, is I like you more than any of the other boys. I don’t care if the others aren’t my friends just as long as you are I’d be happy. I know what I’ve just said sounds kind of you know queer, but I just can’t help the way I feel about you.” Ethan did as Michael requested, he released Michael’s hand stood up turned and left the ward. He made his way to the Cafeteria where his mother was talking to Mrs Bolton. After saying their goodbyes the two of them headed for the car park. Half way there Ethan stopped told his mother he had to go back and to wait for him at the car he wouldn’t be long. He headed back inside the hospital, and arrived back at the children’s ward to find Michael was still alone his Mother hadn’t returned from the Cafeteria. Ethan walked over to the bed clasped Michael’s hand, “Don’t need to go home to think about it what you said, I know what I feel when I hold your hand see you tomorrow.” “Do you have to go?” “Yeah my mums waiting in the car park, tell you what I’ll try and get her to drop me off here after my dinner.” “That would be brilliant if you could come back again.” “Will do, I promise.” With a bit of difficulty Ethan extracted his hand from Michael’s who was a bit reluctant to let it go, then made his way out to the car park where his mother was waiting for him. He was quiet in the car as they headed homewards not making any conversation and deep in thought. “A penny for them.” “Huh, what did you say? “A penny for them, your thoughts you’ve been sitting there since we left the hospital and you haven’t uttered a single word.” “Sorry mum, will you do me a favour after dinner.” “You want to visit Michael again.” “How’d you know?” “Didn’t take a lot of brain power when you came back the second time, and just sat in the car staring ahead like a zombie.” “I wasn’t like a zombie I was just thinking about something.” “Can I help in any way?” “No, not yet mum, but will you take me back after dinner you don’t have to stay just take me to the ward, and come and pick me up at nine pm.” “I don’t suppose it’s any use saying no, as you’ve most probably already told Michael you’ll be back later.” “Mum can you read minds?” “No just putting two and two together.” “So, you’ll take me back later?” “Yes, I just told you, but what about Johnny normally he comes around on a Friday evening.” “It’s okay he’s going out with his parents tonight.” Seven thirty pm and Ethan walked into the ward to see Michael’s parents and the normal visitors around his bed. There was one extra, a young boy who looked the spitting image of Michael but on a smaller and slimmer scale, which he assumed, was his brother. Again Michael beckoned him forward and blushing Ethan went and sat on the bed where he had earlier. With the visitors around they just made small talk till Michael lifted the top bedcover to let it fall over Ethan’s hand covering it, then gently slid his hand underneath till they met. No one noticed what was happening under the bedcover as the boys continued to talk at the same time squeezing each other’s hand. At eight thirty Michael’s parents and relations made ready to leave Ethan stood to one side to let them gain access to him as they wished him goodnight. Before leaving Mrs Bolton turned to Ethan and asked, “Is someone coming to take you home?” “Yes Mrs Bolton, my mum, she’ll be here at nine.” “Oh that’s good, see you again soon,” and she and the rest of the entourage left the ward. As soon as they were all out of sight Ethan turned to Michael and exclaimed! “Bloody Hell! Michael, are you crazy what if they’d seen us holding hands under the bedcover.” “I don’t really care Ethan, I’ve been longing to make friends with you for so long and now that we are it doesn’t worry me who knows about it.” “Yeah, being friends is one thing, but being seen holding hands we’ll be made fun of by all the other kids, and I don’t think our parents would be over the moon about it either,” “Okay, I’m sorry I won’t do it again, now you’ll have to excuse me for a couple of minutes I need to pee and the nurse has to attend to me.” “Alright I’ll wait till you’ve finished.” Michael pressed the call button at the side of the bed and in a few moments a nurse walked into the ward to attend to him. Ethan waited till the nurse had finished and drawn the curtains back then went over to Michael. “That must be really embarrassing to have to have her do that for you.” “Well I’m getting used to it now but the first time I felt so embarrassed I had a hard time pissing.” “Yeah I would have been the same.” “That’s the easy part the most embarrassing is when I had to use the bed pan and the nurse had to clean me afterwards. The first time I could have died, but she was really good and joked about it and we had a good laugh. So now it’s not so bad only thing is I have to lie here like a bloody mummy, till they think it’s time for me to start moving around.” “Well the time will soon pass.” “That’s okay for you to say, you don’t have to lie flat on your back for the whole day.” “Yeah I know it’s a real pain meantime is there anything I can do for you Michael.” “Yeah put your hand under the shoulder of my good arm and scratch the shoulder blade above the strapping around my chest.” “No problem,” Ethan started to slide his hand under Michael’s body when he told him to stop. “What’s the matter?” “Slide your hand under my bed shirt not on top of it.” Ethan did as he was asked and was thrilled to feel Michael’s bare skin on his hand when he passed the strapping. He reached the spot that Michael had requested and started to scratch him. As he did this he had to lean forward which brought his face much closer to Michael’s and gazed into each other’s eyes. “Is that okay where I’m scratching?” “Anywhere is okay it feels brilliant having your hand on my skin.” “So your back is not really itching at the moment.” “No, but it’s nice to feel your hand on me.” “Michael, can I ask you something?” “I can guess what it is but all the same go ahead and ask.” “Do you like going with boys, you know like doing things with them?” “I don’t like all boys, I like you, and I’ve never done anything with other boys, but I have dreamt about doing it with a boy.” “Who’s the boy you dreamt about?” “Jeez Ethan, that’s a pretty stupid question to ask.” “What d’you mean stupid?” “It’s you dumb cluck.” “Me? “Well who else do you think it could be Dennis the Menace?” Ethan was silent for a short time digesting what Michael had just said; “It’s more or less time for me to go home my mum will be waiting at reception, see you tomorrow.” “What time tomorrow?” “In the morning,” and Ethan made his way out of the ward he was halfway to the lifts when he turned back and returned to Michael. “You really dreamt about me?” “All the time.” He took Michael’s hand and squeezed it, “You going to dream about me tonight?” “What d’you think especially with you standing here holding my hand and giving me a stiffy.” “Oops sorry, I’d better go now let your stiffy go down.” “No, play with it please Ethan then I can have a really good dream.” “What.” “You heard Ethan, please, will you?” Ethan unclasped their hands and slipped his hand under the bedcovers he lifted the bed shirt and his hand soon found Michael’s throbbing member. Gently he squeezed it while groans of ecstasy escaped Michael’s lips he stroked it a couple of times and suddenly Michael stiffened, his penis throbbed and erupted as his semen blasted out onto the sheets and his groin. As he regained his senses Michael exclaimed, “Oh God Ethan that was wicked, but I need to clean up now can you do it for me there are some tissues in the bedside locker.” “Okay, jeez you must have been saving that up for some time I hardly touched you, and you exploded.” “I haven’t done it since before the accident, and having your hand on my penis was just too much and it exploded.” “That’s some appendage you’ve got there it’s huge.” “It’s not huge just average for my size.” “Bloody Hell! If that’s average I’d hate to see what big is. What you’ve got is lots bigger than mine and it’s a lot fatter as well.” “Well you’re a lot smaller than me but when you grow so will the rest of you.” “Okay now you’re cleaned up and I’ve got as much off the sheets as I can I had better go my mum will be waiting for me.” “Thanks Ethan,” Michael said as Ethan made ready to depart, “I can have some wicked dreams tonight.” “Me to,” Ethan responded, “See you tomorrow Michael,” and he left to meet his mother his mind in a whirl still marvelling at the thought of having held Michael’s cock in his hand. He knew that at the first opportunity he got when reaching home he’d have to attend to his own feelings. At the moment his penis was erect and hard as rock, and needed the same relief that he’d given Michael. The days went by with Ethan getting only a couple of chances to repeat their first moment of intimacy with Michael as he normally had someone of his family at his bedside. They did however mange to do so on a couple of occasions the second time Michael even putting his hand inside Ethan’s tracksuit bottoms and fondling him till Ethan had to stop Michael’s manipulations not wanting to eject his semen inside his underwear. The fourth week after his physiotherapy sessions and instructions on how to use his crutches the doctors decided he could go home but no school for another four weeks. Michael was thrilled to be going home although he would miss some of the staff that he’d got very friendly with. The drive home in the ambulance couldn’t end quickly enough until finally they were there and with the help of his father he made his first tentative steps outside to the front door and into the house. The spare room downstairs had been turned into a bedroom for him, so that he wouldn’t have to negotiate any stairs as there was a downstairs shower and toilet available as well. The moment he was settled in he was on the phone but was disappointed when Mrs Grant answered his call instead of Ethan. She told him that Ethan was not in but would tell him when he returned that you called. He felt a bit saddened. Ethan knew that he was coming home today, and being a Saturday there was no school so he thought that he would be at home waiting for his call. He was wondering if Ethan had gone to see Johnny and was working himself into an anxiety frenzy, thinking that now he was no longer in hospital he would have to take second place to Johnny. His thoughts were interrupted by the doorbell ringing. He heard his mother’s footsteps as she went to open the front door then return to stop outside his door a gentle knock the door opening and there was Ethan. They both grinned as they saw each other, Ethan walked over to the bed and sat beside Michael who noticing that his mother had closed the door behind Ethan took his hand in his. “So good to see you again Ethan.” “Michael what’s wrong?” “What d’you mean what’s wrong.” “Michael I can tell when you’re not so good you get all emotional, I saw you last night in the hospital and only left at nine and now you’re saying so good to see you as if you hadn’t seen me in donkey’s years.” “Okay I phoned your home and your mum told me you were out so I though because I was out of hospital you had gone to see Johnny.” “That was my fault, I told mum not to tell you I was coming around, I wanted to surprise you. So would someone be jealous if I was to go and visit Johnny.” “No I wouldn’t be I’d just umm I’d, I’d, I’d go back to my old friends that’s all and you can stay with your Johnny if that’s how you feel,” he said letting go of Ethan’s hand “Do you want me to leave then?” “You really know how to play on a person’s feelings don’t you Ethan? You know I don’t want you to leave and yes you know I’m jealous about you and Johnny and how close you are with him.” “So what do you want me to do give up my friendship with Johnny? That’s impossible he was the first good friend I made at school and I’ll never stop being his friend.” “What about me then, how do you rate me?” “I don’t make a habit of rating you or Johnny, he’s my friend the same as you are only you and I are a bit more than friendly.” “Is that the only reason that you like me for what we did to each other while I was in hospital?” “Michael, what’s with you, you’re acting like you want to drive me away and if you carry on like this I will go and I won’t come back.” “Then go, see if I give a shit run off to your stinking Johnny.” Ethan got up from Michael’s bedside grim-faced, and determined not to be forced into making choices of who he could be friendly with or not and left the room. He made his goodbyes to Michael’s family and went home. T.B.C.