N Fourbois | Dear Timmy...

Dear Timmy...

by N Fourbois

As if I did not know this well already... IOMfAtS Forum, (09 June 2008)

Dear Timmy

I think I know what you are trying to say, but I am not sure why. Is it because your own sexual experiences as an emerging gay man were so awful that you assume that those of every other gay boy must be as well? In which case I must tell you of my experiences which were quite the opposite. Admittedly I grew up in more enlightened times.

I knew from early on that I was gay and it was never a problem at home since my mother's youngest brother, whom she was very close to, was also gay and out. Because of age differences in the family he was more of an older cousin or brother to me than an uncle, but he was old enough to have served a short commission in the armed forces and to have seen active service. Now still in his lower twenties he was building his career in civvy street. The implication of what I have said is that he was in no way effeminate, he was officially recognised for his bravery and he had successfully served among other men at a time when open homosexuality meant an instant dishonourable discharge from the service. It is to him that I owe the fact that I have grown up as a balanced individual, albeit queer.

Since the age as a boy where I could be trusted and could be reasonably independent I would go off for two weeks during the summer holidays to stay with Uncle Ben at his house in Devon (not that I called him 'uncle'). The significant holiday was when I was between Years 10 and 11 nearing the age of sixteen. Puberty had come to me during the long days as it does with so many boys. In fact I think it was the sun during one summer stay with Ben that set it off and so I had a couple of years of thought, emotion, self-doubt and most importantly an enquiring mind before on the first evening of this year's holiday with Ben I came out to him.

It was during that fortnight that he wised me up about being gay, and it was not all theory. Despite, or maybe because of his being older I had always admired his physique and now that I'd come out to him, I had plenty of opportunity to do so on the beach as well as around his home and garden where he would wear whatever he wanted to - or didn't - when we were en famille; and even if I say so myself, since the onset of puberty, I suppose because of the sport I played, I too was developing quite a tidy body.

I well remember the first morning of my summer's awakening. I thought I would get up early, woken by the sun's rays. Dressed in just PE shorts I went downstairs to find Ben already having his breakfast. He was on the patio stretched out on a lounger sunbathing absolutely naked. This was not the first time I had seen him fully undressed, but it was the first time I found him sexually attractive, and I could no way deny that I did. My short white PE shorts prevented that. They were enough to ensure my decency under normal circumstances, but these were not normal circumstances as my dick began to swell in excitement and before stiffening had slipped out of the left leg and was standing proud revealing my hairless, pink, tightly bulging balls. Ben smiled as he watched this process which to me seemed to be taking hours rather than seconds. There was a definite twinkle in his eye as he said

"Good morning, Ross. I see your pleased to see me." While saying, or rather stuttering 'good morning' back, I was struggling to cover myself up, but by now my dick was so stiff that there was no room to manœuvre my shorts. They were too tight to move. But that was not the end of my revelation for when I saw that my appearance hadn't left Ben unmoved either with his cock growing and following my example, logic took over from the emotion of embarrassment and told me since I was gay and Ben was gay, really what was happening to us was only what came naturally.

Now there are stiffies and there are stiffies. This was in no way a pisshard as thank goodness I'd had a pee before coming downstairs and the feeling was therefore exhilarating rather than painful. This boner was remorseless with no sign of it slackening off. Ben leapt up from his sun lounger, put his arm round me and took me into the kitchen, lifted up me onto one of the work surfaces and applied his lips to my raging member. I didn't resist, I didn't want to resist, he was so gentle and I was in heaven running my fingers through his hair. Wasn't this something I'd been wanting to happen to me for weeks if not months. I was grateful that I hadn't had my morning wank which usually took place in the shower. I couldn't control my breathing as my heart rate increased until suddenly my load gushed into Ben's mouth.

In sympathy with Ben I took my shorts off prising them over a now semi hard cock, used them to clean myself up and threw them into the linen basket. He took a swig of coffee to wash down my seed and gave me a wicked grin.

"Now what would you like for breakfast, Ross?" I was tempted to say 'The same as you,' but that was being saved for a future occasion.

So according to your thesis, Timmy, that act, admittedly illegal by a few weeks and intergenerational, should have damaged me in some manner. In fact it had the opposite effect. In the short term I was dancing on air for the rest of the day; in the long term it was to lead on to a fulfilling relationship and an exciting time ahead. I have no regrets.

After breakfast Ben gently led me into the living room with his arm around my waist and we sat in silence on the settee together. There was no need for talking. A million thoughts were going through my mind, a thousand questions, too many to deal with at once. What I experienced with Ben had been more exhilarating than anything I had experienced before whether at my own hand or with my team mates at the rugby club. Showers at school were great fun for boywatching and checking out, but always accompanied by the pressure of time and supervision. However, at the rugby club it was different. After a match or practice we could spend as much time as we liked in the communal bath and showers, no adult supervised us for fear of accusations of lechery or worse and so we adolescents burgeoning with hormones were keen to prove our masculinity with each other and it had nothing to do with being str8 or gay. It was part of the post-match culture, a part which as a gayboy I enjoyed very much. If what I had just had with Ben was being homosexual, then I was one hundred and ten per cent for being homosexual.

While all these thoughts were going through my mind I was unconsciously staring at Ben's tackle, and when he realised it, his dick swelled slightly without stiffening. Part of the fascination of boywatching was the difference, not only in size, but design of penis and testicles. I watched his foreskin slide back to reveal the moist glans which dried as it was exposed to the air. Something made me kiss his cheek, a little rough as he hadn't shaved yet that morning. He tried to kiss mine back, but on autopilot I turned my head and he missed with our lips meeting. I don't know what made me do it, but I let my lips part his and our tongues met. Why was I doing this? This was the first French or sexual kiss I had ever had in my life and it certainly wasn't Ben who was leading. A bolt of electricity went though my body, my cock stiffened and I let Ben take over. Whatever he was doing to me, the feeling was so intense that I shot my load over him. I broke the kiss.

"Come on, Ross." he groaned "you can't leave me like this," and he placed my hand on his balls. I wasn't yet ready to give him a blowjob, but began to jerk him off. After all, this was within my ken from those long baths at the rugby club. Since he was so worked up he was soon to come off and the spell was broken. To save the fabric of the sofa he quickly went and grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen. "I think we'd better clean ourselves up, Ross. Do you want to shower first?" Still thinking of rugby I replied

"Ben, can I shower with you?" We went upstairs, Ben fetched two large bath towels from the airing cupboard and with a lot of girlish giggling we went and lathered each other up in a hot shower. For the rest of the day I was walking, swimming or sunbathing on air.

Because we acted like brothers and best mates together, because we were both out and because of the things we shared, we could talk to each other about anything. That first full day of my holiday we had planned to do absolutely nothing and to do it on the beach. Ben made sandwiches while I filled thermos flasks with hot tea and iced lemon barley water and we packed them all into the car. Being local Ben knew the hidden beaches away from the tourist tracks. It was obvious that my induction course into the life of a gay boy had actually started last year when Ben refused point blank to go swimming with me if I wore boardies or shorts. Speedos or nothing, and as it was a public beach it had to be speedos. Did he actually realise how difficult it is to buy speedos these days? It took a specialised sports shop or the internet, and for what they were they were not cheap. Not that I minded for whenever I was to do any competitive swimming at school it had to be speedos and I had by now collected three or four pairs. The black ones I only wore for competitions. The light coloured ones were required wearing for the beach. I must admit I fancied myself in a pair of jammers, but they really were expensive and the ones I saw were either predominantly black or dark blue, hardly figure enhancing.

Because of his local knowledge Ben could park the car really near to the beach. At ten o'clock we were the only takers and even by two in the afternoon there could not have been more than a dozen families spread over the sands' expanse. We arrived just as the tide had turned and was gradually ebbing during our stay there. We carried the sun loungers, hamper and coolbox down to our chosen spot at the water's edge. We needed our own supplies as the only other chance of sustenance was the possibility of a visit from an ice cream van halfway through the afternoon. But that was all part of our choice of this quiet spot.

Work done I quickly stripped off my sandals, sweats and tee shirt and ran off into the sea, not thinking to test the water first. Ben was five seconds behind me, but a little more cautious. We swam, ran around, ducking and diving, and splashed each other like ten year old schoolboys. That was all right for me for after all I was a schoolboy, mmm, aged ten... plus. I boywatched at Ben in his yellow speedo. After lusting over him naked for the first time earlier that day I found my admiration of his physique had moved on. I now knew what lay underneath that primrose cotton lycra - no more mystique - but one of the interests of boywatching is the cold water effect. Its effect on Ben was not to make him shrivel, but to make his equipment go semi hard and make his bulge appear larger and more distinct. Before my balls dropped I definitely shrivelled and they would disappear up inside my body, but now with a couple of years' growth they were too large to disappear and the shrivelling of dick did make its smaller, but rather than disappearing it became a hard stub which stuck out horizontally in my light blue speedo and looked like a truncated erection.

"You like what you see, Ross?" asked Ben pulling me out of my fascination with my uncle's groin. I mumbled an adolescent grunt to indicate yes. "You're not so bad yourself, you know. I could easily pull your trunks down and give you bj."

"You did, Ben, three hours ago."

"Mmm, so I did. I wondered where I got the idea from."

By now the sun was higher in the sky making the air comfortably warm, helped by a cooling breeze, not such an oxymoron as it first appears.

"You need some sun screen, Ross. Spread your towel over your sun lounger and lie on your front." I did what I was told and as Ben massaged the cream into my back, I realised that this was entirely different from when Mum slapped sun cream on. My feelings were given away by the little involuntary grunts and groans I uttered whenever Ben's hands touched a particularly sensitive spot. The experienced old trooper Ben was, he took the hint and perhaps went a little further than he would have done a year ago. I was already on such an exalted plane of sexual pleasure that I was pleased to receive more from my uncle and certainly made no objection when he tenderly slipped my speedo over my buttocks - we still had the beach to ourselves - though I wondered whether the damaging UV rays really would reach two inches into the inside of my anal crack. But why should I care? Between abdomen and cotton lycra I was nursing the hardest stiffie I had ever had and it was a good job my bathers were still wet so that they could hide the gallons of precum that were escaping from my membrum virile.

Ben didn't require any sun screen as he had already acquired his initial tan. That was my loss. We lay on our sun loungers in silence. For me it was an opportunity for reflection. During the past few hours my life had changed, I had in some ways grown up and now I was gay with full conviction. I didn't even want to be str8 any more. I was prepared to commit my life to the cause and enjoy the positive aspects. I knew the downside of being gay, but so far having experienced none of them personally, that's exactly what they remained, cold facts stored in the back of my head. That one impulsive act of my uncle's had torn the veil, opened up a new vista and I still view it as one of the most positive encounters of my life. It's not as if I knew it at the time, but later in life it helped me understand that quotation from Goethe 'Es fiel mir wie Schuppen von den Augen'. (The scales fell from my eyes.) Over our picnic lunch I recounted all this to Ben. He could judge my hyped up state and was wise enough to know that I would not be in listening mode. He was in a difficult position himself. After acting impulsively he was relieved that I had reacted so positively. We could now behave as equals and interact with each other with thorough candidness, particularly on sexual matters. I was not to know it at the time, but our later chats revealed that he had lusted after me ever since the onset of puberty and while not wishing to boast I was made to realise that I was an extremely attractive boy and if I had not been myself, I would also have lusted after me. Does that make sense? I know what I mean. It would have been interesting if I'd had an identical twin.

We took another dip in the ocean before lunch to cool down. I put a singlet over my body to give it a break from the sun. It was no coincidence that it rode up far enough to reveal my package and the crack that separated my buns at the back. I knew what I liked in the boys I watched and so I consciously made the effort to present myself in a similar way. It certainly kept Ben's attention and I viewed the bulge in his speedo as a 'barometer' to measure the effect I had. Okay, I was manipulative, I'll drink to that, but it gave us both pleasure and who knows who else as the beach filled up with other people, young and old, male and female? I loved it. Lunch was a time for talking and afterwards we relaxed and read, Ben the newspaper and me a book, to allow time for our digestion to work. By this time our spot by the sea, although unmoved, was twenty yards from the water's edge. As we grew hot, we decided it was time for another swim. I pulled off my top and we raced into the water. Ben won, having the longer legs at the time, but I got my own back because I could swim faster and when we were out of our depth I made a grab and pulled off his yellow speedo which I held up, waved at him and swam off knowing he couldn't catch me up. I eventually relented, but not before kissing the crotch of the speedo. I knew Ben would be prepared to walk naked twenty yards up the beach to where his towel was, but I was not prepared to face retribution. Another hour's sunbathing, tea and the rest of the sandwiches and it was time to go home. My speedo was dry, so I left my sweats off and managed with putting just the singlet on. We collected up the gear, carried it back to the car and made our way home. As we talked Ben affectionately stroked the inside of my thigh between gear changes. I snuggled closer to him.

After unloading the car we went to shower (separately) to get the salt off our bodies and out of our hair. I put on some white shorts and my singlet. My body had that healthy glow from just the right amount of sun and I already had a a noticeable tan line from where my speedo had been.

"We'll have to do some thing about that," said Ben when I told him about it. I made a pot of tea as I was the first downstairs after the shower and five minutes later Ben joined me on the patio. "Ross, are you making supper tonight?"

"You're joking. My cooking's the most basic, not even up to barbecue standard."

"If you're going to be a fully qualified gay, you've got to be able to cook. It's part of the lifestyle."

"Isn't that a bit of a stereotype?"

"Maybe, but it's true all the same."

"Should I take a course in flower-arranging while I'm at it?"

"Nah, that's a bit fem, and I certainly don't think of you as a queen. You are all boy. That's what I like about you."

"Well, if I'm going to do the cooking, have you got any of your fluffy rice, Uncle Ben?"

"Ha bloody ha! If I'd had a shag for every time I'd heard that one, I'd have worn my dick away ages ago."

"Hmm, we can't have that now, can we? It's one of your more appealing points."

"Arrange the following words into a well known phrase or saying - off, piss," he shouted with a grin as he grabbed a drying towel and flicked it at me catching me on one of my buns.

Oddly, I did cook supper that night, under the close instruction and supervision of Ben, and as we sat there eating it I felt a sense of achievement.

"I'd like to do that again some time, Ben," I said.

"You're on," he replied. Although restful, it had been a tiring day and so we went to bed early before we could fall asleep in front of the television. I was looking forward to having a much needed wank after the stimulations of the day. I got undressed and climbed under the duvet on this double bed. I loved sleeping naked when it was warm enough. I could do it here. My mother didn't really approve at home; Uncle Ben positively approved. Despite my anticipations I couldn't really get going in my desire to jerk off. My head was too full of thoughts to concentrate on the matter in hand. I lay there and lay there churning these things over in my head. Compared with what Ben had done this morning anything I did with my hand or fingers was second rate. Finally I could stand it no longer. I got out of bed and stole along the landing to Ben's room. The door was ajar, so without knocking I crept in, lifted the duvet and crawled into his double bed.

"I'm glad you've done that, Ross. I couldn't very well get into your bed." Ben rolled over and cuddled me in his arms. I felt great, I felt secure, I felt loved, I felt his dick meet mine as I snuggled my naked body closer to his naked body. Now both our dicks had woken fully, roused themselves and were standing side by side in solidarity.

"Do what you did to me this morning, Ben."

"Maybe, but that was on impulse. It's part of your qualification course to be gay to develop from sex into making love." I suddenly felt more relaxed. I wanted to kiss Ben. I searched out his cheek with my lips. It was a lot smoother than when I'd kissed it that morning. I don't know what soap he used, but it just made me hornier. Ben used his expertise to make our lips meet and then our tongues. It was a good job we used the same toothpaste. Even this was better than any wanking I could have done alone. Ben put his hand round my bum and as he pulled me in I noticed his finger sliding into my hole. It felt good. I ground my stiffening cock against his and wanted more and more. I really wanted to get inside him as I aggressively fought with his tongue to get mine down his throat. Somehow I did want to get my dick inside him and yet at the same time stimulated by his now two fingers in my hole I wanted him inside me. I was so worked up by now that I had to ask him.

"Ben, do you really want to..." I hesitated. "Do you really want to shag me?" I hate the word 'fuck'. I hate it as a swearword. I detest it even more as a word for intercourse or making love. It's a violent word. 'Shag' is not a swearword and softens it a bit.

"We'll see how it goes, Ross. Have you ever had a boy inside you before?"

"Never."

"Then we have to be careful. You can't just stick your dick into a boy's bottom. It's not designed for it and so technique's involved. Otherwise it will hurt you or do you damage. Just cuddles for now and we'll see how it goes." But Ben knew his art well. He wanted a shag, he knew I wanted a shag, but he was going to get his way with me sanctioning it. I had a lot to learn from this great guy. While I concentrated on the kissing and the grinding, he concentrated on the fingerwork and it was that that was making me want to go all the way until I broke off the kiss and screamed

"Give it to me, Ben, for god's sake give it to me."

"Okay," he quietly whispered in my ear, pulled away from me and put the bedside light on.

"Ross, I'm afraid this is going to be a bit mechanical, but a good grinding... I mean grounding will make it a lot easier for you in future. Think of it as learning to drive. You have to acquire a lot of skills before being allowed out onto the road alone. Do you think you're a top or a bottom?"

"A what?"

"If you insert your dick, you're called the top, and if your boyfriend inserts his, you are called the bottom. It's logical most of the time, but not always."

"I don't really know. Apart from this morning I've only ever done wanking."

"Right. It doesn't really matter. You'll find out soon enough. Or you can be versatile - that's no preference. But this evening you're going to be the bottom because you have to understand what it's like to be a bottom in order to be a successful top. Trust me." Ben fetched a small toilet bag out of the cupboard of his bedside table and tipped the contents onto the bed. "I want you to get out of bed and kneel on the edge of the bed with your bum facing the light. The first thing I'm going to do is lube you up. This is most important and you must always do it. If push comes to shove, spit is better than nothing, but not much better." He squeezed some translucent jelly out of a tube marked K-Y gel onto his first two fingers and started to rub it along the crack of my arse. I jumped because it was cold. He then put some more jelly on his fingers and inserted them as he had done while we were snogging. "Dual purpose this is - to get the lube as far as possible inside you, but also to work on your sphincter and make it open more easily. You see it's designed to open and let stuff out, but not to open and let things in. Like all muscles it needs training and the first time you use a muscle it will ache." My sphincter must have been reacting well for the lubing was giving me great pleasure, so much so that I had to ask him to stop to prevent me from coming off. "That's because I'm stimulating your prostate gland which is really what my prick should be doing. That's all part of the thrill." I was rockhard anyway. "Okay, nearly ready." He wiped his hands on a towel out of the linen basket.

"Now, the next thing I want you to do is put this rubber on my dick."

"What's that for? You're not going to make me pregnant, are you?"

"I wish..." he said with a sparkle in his eye. "Two reasons basically. 'Elf 'n' safety. Yes, as a virgin you're clean and because I've always been cautious I know I'm clean, clean from disease that is, but you've got to remember that no matter how much fun it is, sex is mucky. When I pull out, I don't want my cock covered with your shit..."

"But I went before I went to bed."

"Doesn't matter. There'll always be a residual amount unless you have an enema beforehand, which is not pleasant and is a definite passion killer. Some couples do that earlier in the evening so they can go bareback at night. And secondly do you really want my spunk with bits of shit in it dripping out of your bum and onto the bed linen where you've got to sleep for the rest of the night?"

"Mmm, I see your point."

I carefully took the condom out of its foil remembering from my PSE lessons at school not to snag it with my fingernails and that this time I had a real penis to deal with rather than a banana. Why on earth don't they buy in dildos for those lessons? Perhaps because they'd get nicked by horny adolescents whereas a banana's perishable anyway and we were allowed to eat them after the lesson. I got Ben to face the light. His dick was half hard in anticipation.

"Give it a tweak, Ross." A couple of strokes and it was at full strength.

"Lie on the bed, Ben, it'll be easier." He lay on the bed and it was a great thrill for me to roll it down his shaft.

"Hand me the K-Y. I'm going to slick it up. If I let you do it, I'll come off before I get anywhere near you. Now resume the position."

I knelt on the bed with my bottom over the edge. Ben stood behind me.

"When I go in you'll probably feel about two seconds of pain - what virgin doesn't? - and then it should feel nice. Pull your cheeks apart. It'll help guide me onto your rosebud. Are you ready? I'm going in." I felt the warmth of Ben's dick's tip probing my hole, a fraction of an inch deeper each time, when suddenly he plunged. I screamed out, but by the time the scream ended the pain had gone and I had this exquisite feeling inside me. Ben held it there. "Are you all right, Ross?"

"Fine," I panted trying to adjust my breathing." He started to move to and fro slowly and gently, making sure he didn't slip out. I could hear the sticky sound of the K-Y doing its work My dick was rockhard and I started to jerk it.

"Let me do that, Ross." It was seconds before I came and with the paroxysms of my body my spunk spurted all over the bed. Ben pushed in hard to stop himself slipping out. As my body calmed he resumed thrusting, gradually getting faster as he approached orgasm. I can't describe the feeling, but I loved it. Suddenly he orgasmed deep inside me and as that subsided I put a hand behind me onto his buttock to stop him pulling out. Finally nature took its course as his cock slackened and slipped out. I was even higher than I had been after the blowjob that morning. As Ben removed the rubber and knotted it I said

"Don't throw that away. I want it as a souvenir." He held it up to the light.

"See the little lumps of crap, Ross? Go and wash them off if you're going keep it." I did as I was told and left it in the bathroom overnight. We got back into bed ignoring the mess I had made when I came off, and snuggled our chilled bodies up to one another and fell asleep in each other's arms.

In the morning we awoke stuck together in places. Luckily neither of us had much body hair. We kissed, slowly jerked each other off and after an hour woke again stuck together. This time we got up and cleaned each other off in the shower. I told Ben I had this peculiar feeling in my backside and didn't know whether it was pain or pleasure.

"It's an acquired taste, but as you get more experience and your sphincter opens more readily, you won't notice it, Ross." After that it was many a night before I slept in my own bed again, using my room for daytime naps, a place to get changed, store my stuff and have a few private moments.

The sun was splitting the paving stones again and so we didn't bother to dress for breakfast.

"What do the neighbours think of your walking around the garden in the nude, Ben?"

"If you look around the garden you'll see the walls and hedges are pretty high and they'd have to stand on a chair in their back bedrooms to get even a glimpse of me, and that's only when I'm at the bottom of the garden. And you'll notice I keep a spare pair of shorts with the baseball bat by the front door for the unexpected caller." I switched the kettle on to make the tea. Ben got things out of the fridge. He was going to make one of his full English cooked breakfasts and I was to pay attention as I was going make the next one. "Start thinking about what you want to do, not just today, but for the rest of the holiday, and we'll discuss it while we're eating." I put my thinking cap on while I brewed the tea and automatically laid the table on the patio, quite forgetting I was supposed to be learning how to make a cooked breakfast. It occurred to me that I was learning so much here, more than I did at school. Ben took the warmed plates from the oven and shovelled on fried bread, beans, sausages, bacon and two poached eggs each. I carried them out to the table on the patio and poured two mugs of tea. I sat on the bench with my back to the sun concerned to get rid of those tan lines. Ben of course had no such worries with the all over tan he sported.

"Okay, Ross, what have you decided?"

"Several things, but these are outlines and I'm going to ask you to flesh them out. This year's obviously different from when I've been here before."

"That's because you're older, no longer a little boy, you've made certain decisions about your life and you've got to start taking responsibility for yourself. This is why I'm getting you to join in more and do things."

"You sound just like Dad."

"Well, we can't both be wrong and so far you've done everything cheerfully. Being grown up has its privileges, or the rights that people moan on about these days, but they have to be balanced by duties." I could hear Ben's service training coming out and even if it was the same message I got from Dad, I found it easier to take from Ben.

"Okay, Ben, two things which I think we have really already decided on; one you're going to teach me to cook and two you're going to teach me to be gay... properly gay, how to get the most out of the gay life style and remain safe. Have you ever been beaten up for being gay?"

"No, not so far, but that's because I'm careful. I don't flaunt it. Apart from with the family and those I want to know, I act str8. It means I sometimes find women embarrassing when they throw themselves at me."

"Oh, get you!"

"If I think it's safe I tell them I'm gay and sometimes that doesn't even stop them. You'll have the same problem because you're such a good looking guy."

"Ooh, you've made me blush now."

"Hot flush from your period?"

"Bitch." Ben exaggerated a pout. "Oddly I already have had that problem at school either because they don't believe my reputation or because they think they can convert me. But I adore being gay. I don't want to be converted. I dream of boys at school with big bulges in their trousers, never of girls with big bulges in their blouses."

"You're a poet and didn't know it."

"Going back to your Gay Certification Course, can I..." and here I lowered my voice "can I shag you tonight? Just to prove I've learnt the lesson?"

"If it's just to prove you've learnt the lesson, the answer's a definite no. But if it's because you find me irresistibly attractive, or even because you love your ol' Uncle Ben, then you can try to seduce me and you never know your luck, you might get your wicked way with me." He tapped his nose with his forefinger and gave me a knowing wink.

"Tell me, Ben, are you a natural top or a bottom?" "Versatile I would say. I enjoy both and it depends. I see a guy on the street and I think to myself 'mmm... yes, I'd like to give you one,' and then I might see another guy at the gym and think 'mmm... oh yeah, I'd love to feel you inside me'."

"And what do you think to yourself when you see me?"

"Hmm... I need notice of that question. To get back to what I was saying... sometimes it depends how the foreplay pans out. It happens naturally - or should I say unnaturally -" and he giggled to himself "and no conscious decision is made."

"Have you got lots of lovers?"

"Let's say I've got lots of friends. I wouldn't be living alone or letting you into my bed if I had a boyfriend or partner. Any road up, we're supposed to be discussing what you want to do on holiday."

"Much as I enjoyed yesterday I wouldn't want to do that every day. I want to be a bit more active. Also I want to get rid of my tan line. I want the guys at school drawing in their breath when they see me in the showers."

"You little tart. I bet they do that already," Ben grinned.

"I'm not sure I like the word 'little', even if I am only fifteen."

"I can't argue against that, and I'm not talking about your height." The banter emphasised why Ben and I hit it off so well and and it just melted away the years between us. Big and little brother? Maybe. Best friends? Definitely. "We can spend an hour or two at my fitness club any day."

"Won't that cost?"

"Not too much as I can get you in on family membership. There's only one snag. It's a private club, a bit exclusive really. It remains private, because then unless it gains the approval of the members it can legally not open itself to women and anyway the same company runs a women-only club on the other side of town and therefore our club caters for people like us, if you get my drift." I'd finished my cooked breakfast and took a sip of tea. I looked into Ben's eyes. I was intrigued. "There's a dress code, you see."

"Okay, fine, I'm used to school uniform."

"Hold on. I haven't told you what it is."

"Now you have got me interested."

"Blue competition top and and white shorts?"

"Blue's my favourite colour and I adore white shorts, but what's a competition top?"

"If a girl were wearing it, it would be called a leotard."

"And if a competitive gymnast were wearing it, it would be called a competition top? Why didn't you say so? I drool when I see those gymnast guys. You mean I would have to wear a leotard and look like them? I'm already in a swoon."

"So you wouldn't mind?"

"Mind? I hope there aren't any mirrors there. I would want to rape myself instantly."

"Narcissus eat your heart out. I take it that's not a problem."

"That's not, but I can foresee some. Like when I see the other guys and like when you see me. It's that question again... would you think to yourself 'mmm... yes, I'd like to give him one,' or would you think 'mmm... oh yeah, I'd love to feel him inside me'?"

"God, you're a tease," laughed Ben and reached across the table to ruffle my hair, knocking over and spilling his tea. The hot tea ran between the slats of the picnic table and just missed his dick.

"I'll clear this up while you sort yourself out," I said. "That could have been very nasty."

After I'd cleared up the mess I went and lay on my stomach on a sun lounger. The sun was beautifully warm and it wasn't even 9 o'clock yet. In a few minutes Ben came back.

"I've telephoned the club. They're going to add you to my membership as family for a fortnight and no charge. We're booked in for ten. We'll get the breakfast things cleared away, motor on down there and get you sorted out. Oh, and write down your waist and chest size for me."

After we'd cleared everything up, we got dressed, I put some shower things, a spare pair of trainers and a speedo in a rucksack, then waited for Ben to pick up his stuff. The club was situated on the outskirts of town and was more like a country club with its golf course, tennis courts, indoor and outdoor pools and of course its gymnasiums. After signing in we went to the shop to get me kitted out.

"Wasn't that a bit expensive, Ben?" I asked as he handed me two sets of kit.

"It's all right. Your Dad sent me a cheque for your incidental expenses for the fortnight, and as usual it was on the generous side."

"Gosh, thanks, Dad." We went off to the changing rooms. They were luxurious compared with my school's changing rooms or the rugby club's. It gave a choice of an open changing area or individual cubicles, open showers or private ones.

"I always use the open changing area," said Ben. "You never know who you might meet." He could see I was having trouble with my competition top. I'll use that name as it sounds more masculine than leotard which makes me think of seven year old girls like my sister at their ballet classes. "There's only one way, Ross. You have to strip off completely, step into it like a pair of shorts, pull it up, put you arms through and adjust it over your shoulders." Once on the tight fitting cotton lycra felt wonderful, like a second skin which stretched with me as I moved. "The crotch acts as a jock and keeps everything tucked in and supported, even your size!" Ben knew how to make a guy feel good. "You have to decide whether you want to flip your dick up or tuck it down for bigger bulge. I'll leave that to you." At that moment a group of four teenagers came in and in the wall mirrors I could see them grinning. They didn't say anything. I slipped on the shorts. I liked the way the top's cut away back left your buns uncovered and the cotton shorts hugged the waist and had very short, but wide legs. Perfect freedom of movement. I fleetingly admired myself in the mirror. The word Narcissus came to mind again until I was distracted by the reflection of the four teenagers changing into their comp tops. "Come on, Ross. Stop perving and we'll go and meet Todd."

"Who's Todd?"

"My personal trainer, but then he's everybody else's personal trainer as well." Todd was six feet plus, blond (what else? and I suspect dyed) with huge pecs bulging inside his top and biceps like Popeye's. As staff he didn't wear shorts, but brilliant white competition pants and had 'Senior Trainer' embroidered on his top. He'd obviously decided to flip up. Ben told me that it was no secret in the club that he batted for our team.

"Hi Todd, this is my nephew Ross. He's staying with me a for couple of weeks and wants to tone up a bit, especially his abs."

"Hi, Ross," said Todd as he wrapped his huge fist round my miniscule hand in a shake. "How old are you?"

"Fifteen," I replied. I saw a look of misgiving come across his face. "...and a half," I croaked. No change to the look. "...three-quarters?" I whimpered.

"I'll see what we can do. The thinking is that pumping iron doesn't really work until at least age sixteen when the body's more or less adult. If you're prepared to supervise, Ben, and I mean supervise, I'll work out a ten day programme. Let's see the starting point, Ross. Slip your top down a moment. Mmm, for a before-man that's not bad. Show Ross around, Ben, and I'll catch up with you in ten." There were work areas not involving apparatus and good old barbells. Todd was as good as his word and after explaining everything to us Ben guided me through the circuit. At the end of it I'd worked up a sweat and I could feel my abs had been made to work. We went back to the changing room, changed into our speedos and sought the outdoor pool. I did fifty lengths to keep myself in trim, showered, then we went home.

"That kit will have to go in the wash, Ross, or it will stink by tomorrow. That's why you've got the spare set. Quarter of an hour on the patio, then we start on lunch."

As I lay naked face down on a lounger, Ben sat beside me and we discussed the rest of the day.

"It's too hot to eat a cooked meal for lunch. We'll make a salad. Are you happy to have steak and chips this evening?"

"That's fine, Ben."

"I'm afraid we'll have to do a bit of work this afternoon then. I suggest we cycle down to the beach as soon as we've let our lunch go down."

"Isn't that a bit far for cycling?"

"No, don't worry, different beach. It might be a bit crowded, but we're only going for a dip. On the way back we'll pick up two steaks from my butcher, and then it's the Sainsbury's run in the car to stock up. By the time we've cleared up after supper I think we'll both be ready for an early night." 'Early night?' I thought. 'I'm on holiday, why do I want an early night?' Then the penny dropped. For one of the rare moments during that summer I had not been thinking of sex. Of course, it was the hoped for return match. I was going to become a man, a real man. I lay thinking and wondering who I was going to share all this experience with when I went home. I had plenty of mates I fooled around with in the showers after sport. It was always a bit of a laugh, but shagging, that was a bit heavy. I couldn't think of anyone who would go that far. I must have dozed off for the next thing I knew was that I was experiencing a gentle trickle of iced water with the occasion ice cube down my back. It shocked me awake, but otherwise it felt marvellous after the heat of the sun.

"Come on, lazybones, you'll have a sore butt if you lie in the sun any longer."

"As if I haven't got one already..." and we both burst out laughing.

"I'm afraid calamine lotion won't help the one you've got already." We both burst into a fit of the giggles. "While you've been in the land of nod I've washed the lettuce and cleaned the cabbage, so this is where you can start." He threw me across a pinafore. "Put this on. 'Elf 'n' safety. It's not very nice to have our dicks in the food anyway and with a slip of the knife we might find that salami has suddenly become an item on the menu." I shuddered at the thought and ran upstairs to put a pair of shorts on.

The pattern of the holiday had been established. My circuit in the gym was first priority and some days we even got down there at seven o'clock and had breakfast afterwards. That left a whole day if we needed it for other activities. For instance on the Sunday we took bikes by car to our finishing point, parked up, cycled back, chained our bikes up at the starting point and did a hike along the coastal path. I didn't realise that Ben was so knowledgeable about nature as he pointed out the flowers and the birds. No wonder he knew where the good beaches were. Another day we visited a huge model railway and on another spent the day in Plymouth and visited the dockyard. But among all the variety Ben was as good as his word in keeping me fit, teaching me to cook and how to cope with being gay, socially as well as extending my sexual knowledge and experience, how to woo a guy and make love as opposed to picking one up and having sex. By the end I thought I knew it all, but Ben had one surprise lined up for me and he gave me no warning about it either.

Days later...

That fortnight must have been the fastest two weeks of my life. Looking back, most of what we did had been routine with one or two high spots. However, the biggest surprise was yet to come. We were having supper on Friday night. My sixpack had certainly improved, I was well tanned all over my body, I even felt healthier.

"Ross, have you thought what your test piece is for tomorrow night as we'll need to stock up on food in the morning?"

"I want to attempt a full roast. Pork, I think."

"Okay, that's fine, but I suggest in this warm weather that you keep it to just two courses and that the dessert is cold."

"That's easy. It's going to be fresh fruit salad. I can make that in advance and it'll keep cool in the fridge."

"Good thinking. Make a list of ingredients. By the way, did I tell you I've invited a couple of friends over for supper?" My jaw dropped and my heart sank.

"W-w-what?"

"Don't worry. I wouldn't have let you do the cooking if I hadn't had complete faith in you and I'll be here as back up. It might be your 'trade test', but it's not an official exam. You can use me as your kitchen boy, but you'll have to tell me what you want me to do. And should it all go wrong, we'll have a back up."

"Anyone I know?"

"Marc and Josh. I work with Marc and also they belong to our fitness club."

"Are they gay?"

"What else?"

"Are they an item?"

"No, they're brothers. They inherited their house from their parents and decided to live in it. I think you'll like them or I wouldn't have invited them. Don't forget the setting. The ambience is important, so think about whether you're using the dining room or the patio, table settings, that sort of thing." The die was cast, so I set my worries aside and concentrated on the task ahead.

The second Saturday must have been the hottest day of the year, the culmination of three weeks' high pressure, of three weeks of unbroken sunshine during the day. It was bearable because the air was so dry. They were not, however, the best conditions for working in a roasting kitchen, but I was determined to pass out with flying colours. I was not even thinking about qualifying from Uncle Ben's Gay Accreditation Course; that was the last thought in my head. We'd finished the Sainsbury's run by nine o'clock, were in the farm shop by quarter past and at Ben's butcher's half an hour later. He had phoned ahead and a beautiful joint of pork was awaiting us. Back home I prepared the fruit salad, a bit of a fiddle, while Ben made us an ordinary salad for lunch. Luckily his cottage had a large kitchen. My gym course had finished the day before as it was Todd's long weekend off, but we had time to motor down to the club for an hour's tennis before lunch. I had a weird feeling as I put on my competition top and club shorts for the last time, or at least last time for this holiday. Ben suggested that after lunch we should relax in the garden for an hour, go down to the beach for a quick swim and then life would get serious. Our guests were due at seven, dinner at half past so that we wouldn't eat too late.

I'm not going to weary you with the details of preparation and cooking. Needless to say Ben did more to help than he would ever admit. The table was laid in the dining room with white linen, lavender napkins also made of quality linen and a candelabra. Half an hour before our guests were due to arrive I went upstairs to shower and change, while leaving Ben who was already dressed in charge of the kitchen. I put on my pink checked long sleeve shirt, navy blue trousers and dark blue tartan tie. Apart from a few butterflies in my stomach I felt good. I went downstairs and nervously checked and double checked. Ben was the wine waiter and had a bottle of red wine open to chambré and various fruit juices. At 7.29 a black VW Beetle (modern version unfortunately) drew up outside the front door. At 7.30 the door bell rang. Ben answered and brought Marc and Josh into the living room. The world stood still. Marc was Ben's age, but Josh... OMG! Not only was he the most beautiful creature I had ever seen on this earth, but also he was just a little older than me, sixteen as I was later to find out. Ben introduced them both to me. I went through the motions, but now my full attention was really on Josh. A beautiful, craggy face, large sparkling blue eyes, a head of hair full of ringlets (natural, not permed, as I discovered later) and was it dark with blond highlights, or blond with dark highlights? He was dressed in a lavender dress shirt with no sign of a crease, (how did he know which napkins we were going to use?) blue tie and black trousers. I had never seen a human being so perfect before.

We settled our guests with a drink and chatted for a few moments before I excused myself, went into the kitchen, put on my apron and got on with the final preparations.

"Anything I can do to help?" I looked up and saw Josh standing in the doorway, his hands on the crossbeam of the frame as a support. 'Sure, strip all your clothes off and stick your dick into my mouth' did go through my mind, but that was more out of naughtiness rather than seriousness. This creation of the gods was far too precious for that. He had to be put on a pedestal and worshipped.

"Sure," I said "can you put those dinner plates on the hot plate for me, please?" I took another pinny off the hook on the back of the door and handed it to him. "We can't have you spoiling those lovely clothes." I helped him tie it up at the back. His skin smelt heavenly, a combination of soap, aftershave and his natural odour. Standing behind him I had an excuse to stroke his bottom. He pressed my hand on his buttock. I came out of my dream and looked at the clock. Ten to eight. "Oh my god, look at the time." I took the roast leg of pork out of the oven to let it rest a little and separated the crackling, roast potatoes and parsnips. "Josh, can you put a light under the vegetables? They only need to be brought up to the boil." He was no slouch in the kitchen. I put the roast and the crackling on a pronged carving dish and carried it into the dining room, then the dishes of roasties and parsnips, by which time the green vegetables had come to the boil. I got Josh to strain them while I fetched the warmed dishes out of the hot plate. I proudly announced in the living-room that dinner was ready and led Ben and Marc through to the dining-room. "Josh, you sit here on my right and Marc opposite me and Ben opposite Josh." Boy, was I glad that I had decided on a setting two side by side rather than square table. Before sitting down Ben organised the drinks.

"Josh, do you drink wine?"

"Just, a little, thanks." His deep mellifluous voice just melted me.

"How about you, Ross?"

"Again just a little. I want remain in control of the kitchen."

We sat down and Ben as paterfamilias carved the joint, handing the first plate to Josh as the honoured guest. Everyone helped themselves to vegetables, but I made sure that I was particularly attentive to Josh's needs. No matter where I put my right leg it would brush up against Josh's left. If I put my hand under the table it would receive a squeeze. I needed to get up and refill the gravy boat, but the one-eyed trouser snake was completely misbehaving and I was afraid Marc and Ben would notice. Josh had noticed without even looking. The conversation was lively with Marc asking me questions and Ben asking Josh questions to such an extent that I felt I had known them for years. The remarks about the meal were complimentary and soon it was time to serve the fruit salad. I had added a little sherry to the juice and the fruit had absorbed the alcohol. No one wanted cheese, thank goodness, as I'd completely neglected that in the planning. Ben and Marc retired to the living-room while Josh and I went to brew the coffee. Without being asked Josh rinsed the crockery and pans and loaded them into the dishwasher. When he bent over I just stood there open mouthed.

"We don't want to come down in the morning to be greeted by those," he said. I naïvely supposed he was using the royal we.

We served the coffee. Ben and Marc were sitting together on the sofa, so we took the armchairs. We chatted for a good time and as it started to get dark Josh said

"Phew, it's rather warm in here, Ross, don't you think?"

"Now you come to mention it. Let's take our coffee onto the patio." As soon as we were outside he took my hand and led me up the garden path. We could hear the grasshoppers chirping and smell the honeysuckle. The air was absolutely still. I was intoxicated, not from the half glass of wine I had drunk, but from the heady odour emanating from Josh, his body, his hair, his sweet breath. The bottom of the garden Ben had left more or less wild with trees and hedges and you could not be seen from the house. Josh stood me with my back to an apple tree, tenderly held my hands by my side and kissed me on the lips. An almost full moon was rising.

"That was to say thank you for a wonderful meal. This is to say thank you for the wonderful evening we are going to have." We kissed again, our lips parted, our tongues met. He placed my hands on his buttocks and pulled me into himself. Our hardening cocks were pressing and grinding against one another. Deftly he slipped his hand in between us and unzipped first my trousers, then his, so that our cocks were only separated by just two layers of underwear and a feeling of moistness. I couldn't get enough of him, but Josh was leading. "Ross, slip your hand down the back of my trousers. No, inside my pants so that I can feel it on my bare skin." We kissed again. "Now slip your finger into my hole. Ah aaah!" he sighed. It was an awkward angle and my finger only went in to the first knuckle joint. We kissed. The

"Aagh!" His sphincter had clamped round my finger. "This is not the place to do this. We'll go up to my room."

"Ross, I want you, I want you badly, I want you inside me. Do you think you can do that for me?" Hand in hand we walked silently towards the house. Light was coming from the living room window where the curtains hadn't been drawn. We peeped in. Ben and Marc had removed their shirts and Ben was stretched across Marc.

"We needn't worry about them, Josh." I was now clearly in charge. We crept through the kitchen and up the stairs so as not to disturb them.

We reached my room.

"Josh, are you sure about this?" He looked into my face with those huge blue eyes and nodded, slowly licking his lips with the tip of his tongue. We undressed to our undies, I pulled back the duvet and led Josh onto the bed where we rekindled our physical passion.

"I'm ready, Ross." Ben's lessons were so engraved on my mind that I didn't even have to think about them. I slipped Josh's tighty whities off. His cock flopped out and rose to its full stature. I held them to my nose and inhaled the bouquet of his loins, then fetched some things out of the bedside cabinet.

"Kneel on the edge of the bed." I squeezed some K-Y onto my fingers and massaged it first along his crack, then over his rosebud and after another dollop started to work it generously into his hole. I wiped my hands on a tee shirt from the linen basket and took a condom out of the pack, one of the new extra strong ones I'd received mail order, sent for by Ben to make sure I stayed safe. "Take it out of the foil and unroll it on my dick." I slipped off my slip, then while he was doing that I lay on my back giving my cock the freedom it had been yearning for. A shudder went through my body as he unrolled it over my glans and down my shaft, then weighed my balls in his hand. "Lie on your back, Josh." He did so, raising his butt and spreading his legs. I knelt between them and took my cock in my hand and pointed it towards his hole. A little gentle probing and suddenly I was in without any resistance. I lowered my body on top of Josh's so that our faces were an inch apart.

"That's soo good," he said before I kissed him. With a combination of control and the fact that I had shed so much spunk over the last fortnight I made it last. I knew I had hit the right spot when I felt Josh's cock spasm between our stomachs and the warm stickiness spread over our skin and pubes. When finally I came the shock waves went through both our bodies. I had never felt anything so intense in my whole life.

With the exhausting day I'd had I should in theory have rolled over and gone to sleep, but I stayed in until going soft and my dick slipped out of its own accord. I removed the condom and knotted it. Another one for my collection. We rolled onto our sides and continued cuddling and kissing, nipples, necks and navels. Eventually we fell asleep in one another's arms.

I suppose it was about six when we woke. The sun was already beaming through the windows. In our haste I had forgotten to draw the curtains the previous night.

"Morning, stud," said Josh. "I must go for a piss." Naked he walked out of the room and a few minutes later returned and dumped a small sports bag under a chair.

"Let me see what I've got here," I said. This was my first chance to study Josh naked and I liked what I saw, his clearly defined nipples, a beautiful innie with light treasure trail and neatly trimmed pubes.

"Ross, you were so good last night. Now I want you to find out how good I am."

"I think I've done that already." I assumed the position and he applied the K-Y. I unwrapped the condom and rolled it over his cockhead till it reached the bottom of his dick. His dick was chunkier than mine or Ben's which made me a little apprehensive, but lust immediately banished fear.

"I see you're Ben trained," said Josh. "So's Marc."

"Are they an item?" I asked.

"Not officially as they say they still want their freedom, but I don't think it will be long. We can talk about that later. We've got more important things to do before I lose this stiffie. Lie down on your right side. Mmm, that's better." Josh lay behind me and made me spoon into him. I felt his cock, hot along the length of my crack. "Kiss me, Ross." I turned my head and our lips and tongues met. The physical passion rose in me to meet the emotional passion. I felt Josh manœuvre.

"You're there, Josh," I said when his cockhead had found the entrance to my hole. A gentle shove and he was in and what's more no pain, just the sheer pleasure as he hit my prostate. My balls and prostate must have gone into overdrive for despite the number of times I had sex over during that holiday there was never a shortage of seed and this time was no exception as my ejaculate flooded the bottom sheet of my bed without any help from me.

It was gone eight when we woke.

"You were amazing, Josh," I murmured. "Two weeks ago I was a virgin and now it just gets better every time," and I kissed him.

"I'll tell you how I lost my cherry another time. What do you want me to do with this?" he asked holding up a knotted condom he'd picked up off the the floor.

"Give it to me. I'm saving them like scalps and logging them as part of my adventures."

"Yeuk, you're gross!"

"I know, but you love me for it." I didn't mean to use the 'l-word', but it added to the sparkle in Josh's eye. A Freudian slip. "Time to get up and shower," and we both headed for the bathroom. When we got back to the bedroom I took my camera out. "I want to take some pics. It's not often I get the chance to snap the most beautiful creature in the world."

"Have you never looked at yourself in the mirror?" I took a towel and dried Josh's hair. Even that was erotic for me and was when I discovered his curls were natural and his roots blond, before photographing each other for holiday souvenirs, not to mention cataloguing purposes, and the odd jerk off session when I got home.

When we got downstairs we found Ben and Marc already cooking the breakfast.

"Good morning, you two lovebirds," said Marc.

"Morning," we chorused back.

"Lovebirds?" I said. "Takes one to know one," I replied as it was slowly dawning on me that my uncle and Josh's brother were maybe more than just good friends.

"I see that vampires struck during the night," said Ben. Josh and I looked at each other, rushed over to the mirror above the sink. It could not be denied. We each sported a large love bite on our necks. As we sat over breakfast Ben and Marc made a joint declaration that I had passed the cooking test and Ben asked Josh "What about the Gay Accreditation Course?"

"With distinction I would say," came his reply.

It was time to go.

"I'll put the things in the car if you two want to say goodbye," said Marc. We went out onto the patio. The sun was not so strong as it was before. There was little to say except 'keep in touch' and 'thank you for a fantastic night', an exchange of addresses, e-mail addresses and mobile numbers, a promise to send the pics and a kiss, and even if both pairs of lips were greasy from breakfast it didn't diminish the passion and the stiffening in the loins. When we rejoined the other two we could not have cared less if there was an almighty bulge, even a damp spot, in our shorts. We shook hands before Josh got into the car and Ben and Marc gave each other a peck on the cheek. The VW beetle reversed, then drove off. I was too hyped up to feel sad.

Ben put his arm round me and took into the kitchen.

"Coffee on the patio?" We looked through the patio doors. The sky was overcast by now, dark grey cloud, and a steady humid breeze was blowing from the sea.

"Let's have it in the living room," I said. We sat on the sofa together, Ben with his arm round my shoulder, mine round his waist.

"Feeling down, Ross?"

"No, quite the opposite in fact. It's been a fantastic holiday and I'm sad to be going home, but last night was something else. It couldn't have been better. By the way, did Josh and Ben know they were going to spend the night here?"

"Might've," answered Ben enigmatically.

"Did you know they were going to spend the night here?"

"Might've" replied Ben again enigmatically.

"Did you invite them to stay the night here?"

"Mmmm, might've. Nothing specific. After all you and Josh could have hated each other at first sight."

"How could anyone hate such a gorgeous creature?"

"Quite easily. You won't have seen it yet, but there is nothing more evil than when two queens clash and jealousy strikes. Worse than women know how to be."

"Are you calling us queens?"

"No, my dear, but trust me. I've seen it, especially in the army. It's not pleasant," and he kissed my cheek.

"Are you and Marc together?"

"In a way. Nothing formal, we don't even think of ourselves as boyfriends, but we quite often spend the weekends together. We might think about a civil union later on, but Marc wants to see Josh settled first."

"What happened to their parents?"

"Died in a motor accident some years ago. Fortunately Marc was old enough to become Josh's guardian or he would have had to go to other relations or a foster home. The parents' wills stipulated that the brothers should stay together before coming of age. There's no money problem, thank goodness." We finished our coffee and I kissed Ben on the cheek.

"That's just to say thank you for all you've done... and all you've taught me over my time here." He kissed me back.

"Come on, Ross, you'd better pack your things together. Your Mum and Dad will be here at five and we don't want a last minute panic with you leaving half your stuff behind. And don't forget you have clothes in the airing cupboard. When you're done, we won't bother cooking. We'll go out for lunch and just have a lazy afternoon."

Reluctantly I went round the house gathering up my belongings, not of course forgetting those in the airing cupboard, and packed them into my suitcase. I was just clearing the bedside table when I noticed Josh had left his watch behind. I hastily finished packing and took the watch downstairs.

"Hey, Ben, look at this. Josh left his watch behind." Ben smiled and chortled.

"We'd better take it back on the way to the pub. We'll go now because I know you two won't part easily."

As we got into the car there was rain in the wind and it had grown even darker. In ten minutes we had reached Ben and Josh's house. Josh and I hugged.

"No," he said to Ben and Marc as they were giving him some stick, "I didn't leave it behind on purpose, but it's a good wheeze. I'll remember that in future." There was laughter all round, especially from me when I realised what the joke was. "Can we have ten minutes? I want to show Ross my CD collection." More general hilarity from the older two. We climbed the stairs to Josh's room. He held both of my hands, looked me in the eyes and said quite str8 faced and solemnly "Ross, will you suck my dick?"

"On one condition... that you'll suck mine?" He didn't wait for an answer, but immediately unzipped my cargos, finding the right zip first time. I unbuttoned his 501s and hauled out his semi hard cock.

"We'll have to be quick, otherwise Marc'll be shouting for us. Have you ever done a sixty-niner? It's easy. Just try and keep my spunk in your mouth and I'll do the same with yours."

"And then?"

"You'll see." We stretched out on Josh's bed head to toe and got on with the business. It was going too quickly, but it had to. I could feel myself coming, but of course couldn't tell Josh. As my dick exploded, there was a flash of lightning outside closely followed by a loud clap of thunder. It made me jump and I kept Josh's cock in my mouth with difficulty. The thunder must have startled him for at the same time I felt the gush of hot viscous liquid in my mouth. I sucked on his dick until he took it out, signalling to me to stand up. He took me into a hug and kissed me. As our tongues met there was an exchange of semen. It mingled in our separate mouths. Finally we had to swallow.

"That's a symbol of us, Ross. Our seed, our DNA, our most defining essence has been mixed and swallowed and can never be unmixed. Think about it on the journey home. Think of me."

Marc shouted up the stairs

"Guys, Ben's leaving in two minutes." We quickly grabbed some tissues to wipe off our dicks and tucked them away, then scrambled downstairs looking as innocent as the day is long with silly grins on our faces.

"You look like the cats that got the cream," remarked Ben.

"Yes, and they've still got it all round their lips," countered Marc. We blushed deeply and hurriedly wiped our hands across our mouths. We quickly said good-bye with a hug and a kiss. I swear I could still taste spunk on Josh's lips. In the car on the way to the pub Ben glanced across at me.

"Ross, do the zip up on yours flies." I blushed again and after a flash of lightning the thunder rolled around and the rain came down in torrents.

As we sat in the Dog and Duck over steak and kidney pie with puff pastry, new potatoes and green vegetables, Ben and I reminisced about our holiday. I was full of admiration for the way he had opened up a new world for me, a world for which I had been born and against which I bore no resentment whatsoever. I was looking forward to getting home again and seeing not only my parents, but my little brother and sister. In appearance Justin was a clone of me, but in nature the opposite. Later on he would say that the great thing about having a sister was that she always brought home the crumpet. I wonder if he had been gay too whether he would have said the advantage of having a queer brother is that he always brings home gayboys? All three of us got on well and I know I loved both of them. I also knew that Justin got into fights at school if he ever heard a bad word said against me because I was gay.

"Ben, do you think I will ever see Josh again?"

"Every night in your dreams, if I'm not mistaken."

"No, but seriously."

"Mmm, seriously. Well, if what Marc was telling me while you two were inspecting Josh's CD collection is right. I gather he hasn't stopped talking about you since they left us after breakfast."

"I don't know why. He's the gorgeous one."

"Oh, your false modesty! But on second thoughts I don't think it is false modesty. You probably don't realise what a cutie you are."

"Do you fancy me or something?"

"I claim the fifth amendment there. Marc certainly appreciated you, nudge nudge, wink wink, say no more."

"Aw, stop that. You'll make me blush."

"Well, you've had plenty of practice today." I leant across the table and gave him a friendly thump on the arm. "But you asked my opinion. My answer is yes if you both want it badly enough, and I think you do. Remember that except on the rare occasions I have a house party there's always a spare room for you if you can get yourself here for a weekend or half term. Josh can sleep over as well, and I enjoy the company." By the time we had finished our lunch the thunder storm and torrential rain had given way to more gentle rain.

"Let me treat you to this meal, Ben, as a thank you."

"Too late, Ross, it was pay with order and anyway your company was a sufficient thank you for me, and the progress you made while you were here."

"What in my Gay Accreditation Course?"

"That too, but I was thinking of your foray into the culinary arts."

"Oh, learning how to boil water."

"There you go again. You're undervaluing yourself." We walked out to the car. Before I got in I checked my flies.

Mum and Dad turned up just before five and we all had a cup of tea together before I put my luggage into the boot. Ben was the soul of discretion as we talked about what we'd been doing. My mother remarked how healthy I looked, especially with my suntan, and she was sure I'd grown while I had been away. Ben assured her that the tan was all over. The blush mechanism sprang into action again. Finally I hugged Uncle Ben goodbye and kissed him on the cheek. Getting into the car I suddenly remembered the love bite on my neck and blushed. How was I going to explain that? All I could talk about in the car was this wonderful boy I'd met at Ben's dinner party.

"We'd like to meet him some time. You must invite him home," said my mother quite genuinely, but then added with a smile "I expect we'll recognise him by his two long pointed teeth?" Guess what. I blushed.

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