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Disclaimer:

This story contains scenes of a sexual nature between two males of differing
ages. If this is not to your taste, or is illegal where you live, or you find
it morally offensive, then read no further and leave now!!
The story is purely imaginary and bears no resemblance to any living person or
persons as far as I know, much as you or I might wish!

Comments are always welcome at johnvenn1698@yahoo.co.uk
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PART THREE

Garry and John Make A Home   (M/t, mast, oral, anal, cons) (3/5)
By
Alexander.


Chapter Seven.

Wednesday swung round and I left work as usual, remembering that I couldn't go
home yet. I wandered into town slightly bored and looking for somewhere to go
for a couple of hours. I couldn't go and eat; we would be eating later.
Instead, I went for a drink with the barman I'd met on my first visit to Dover.
We sat and chatted for a while: it made a pleasant change for me to be out
alone at this time of day and I found it restful, my mind in neutral as I
watched the world go by. My eye was taken by two young teenagers sitting in the
lobby. There were about Garry's age and were deep in conversation, heads almost
touching. My mind turned to Garry and Jake. I hoped that things were working
out for them, whatever they wanted.

Sipping my drink, I recollected my first time with another boy. I was eleven,
nearly twelve. Some friends and I had built a sort of den in our garden shed
where we'd assembled some treasured possessions and a collection of comics and
toys. It was one Saturday morning when David came round to play; he was a year
older than me and lived three or four houses away. I didn't like him all that
much because he tended to be very sort of dominating and dictatorial sometimes,
but he knew things and could do things I couldn't, like getting the lights to
work in our den and things like that. Anyway, we shut ourselves away in our
hide-away and were flicking through some magazines when out of the blue he
said, "How big's your peter?" (We called it that in those days). I'd started
having erections over the past few months, and had even learned that playing
with it was OK fun. I knew he'd been getting boners too, I'd seen them through
his trousers sometimes. The question seemed sort of dirty, and being eleven
years old, exciting. I said that it was about three inches. He laughed at me,
and said in his best put-down voice, "Mines bigger than that."

We couldn't leave it there of course and within minutes had our erections on
display. He was right; he was bigger and even had a tiny bit of hair as well.
He got me to hold it for him, and rub it up and down; in my innocence I hadn't
a clue what I was doing, but was happy to share the fun with him. I don't
remember him touching me that first time, but I didn't care. When he came I
thought it was fantastic and I was hooked. We did it regularly and frequently
after that first time, with him always in charge and me doing as I was told.
The best thing was that I soon got some other mates of mine in on the secret
and I had some much better times with them. Derek in particular was good fun;
he simply couldn't get enough of it. Whenever we got together, we always found
some time to play with our dicks and over the years had some terrific fun. Once
David discovered girls, he drifted away from us thank goodness; it was only in
later years that I realised what an unpleasant and selfish person he was. Me
and Derek on the other hand never did think much about the opposite sex, we had
enough fun together not to bother with them!

I'd finished my drink and was vaguely thinking about getting another and
carrying on with my delightful daydreaming when I saw the time. Reluctantly I
put my memories away until another day and got to my feet, thinking that I
needed to do some food shopping on the way home. Back to reality with a bump!

When I got indoors, I noticed that Jake and Garry were stretched out on the
living room floor watching TV, as usual Garry wearing his shorts and Jake in
his grey school trousers. They rolled over, said 'Hi!' and returned to the TV.
Garry joined me a minute later in the kitchen as I made a drink. I glanced at
him and raised my eyebrows, waiting for him to say something. The little
monster didn't give anything away, not even in his face. All I got was a cheeky
little grin and the tip of his tongue stuck out at me as he grabbed a brace of
Cokes and ran back.

When I settled down in my chair, they sat up, cross-legged and started chatting
with me about their day at school. Jake's zip was undone and I tried to attract
Garry's attention to it without Jake knowing. Eventually after a lot of face
pulling and frantic nodding, he saw what I was trying to do. Without taking his
amused eyes off me, he cupped his hands over Jake's ear and whispered to him.
Jake blushed deep scarlet and discretely pulled it up.

After Jake had left, Garry drew the curtains, switched the tv off and deposited
himself on my lap, legs hanging over the side of the chair and his shoulder on
my chest. He didn't say a word, just the usual peck on the cheek and thumb in
his mouth. I was dying to ask him what had happened, and he knew it, but we
were playing a game. He swung his legs idly as he stared into space, just
waiting to see how long it would be before I gave up. Determined not to let him
win, I ignored him and closed my eyes. I felt him move his head to my shoulder
and start to nibble my ear. He was deliberately trying to get me going one way
or another. I surreptitiously slid a hand inside the leg of his shorts and
searched out his cock. I was only a little surprised to discover he wasn't
wearing any pants. Not only that, his cock was semi-hard and stickily wet. I
withdrew my hand and made a big show of smelling my fingers and licking them as
if to confirm my suspicions. I looked at him in mock horror.

He couldn't keep the pretence up any longer. Giggling, he gave me a big hug and
thumped me on the chest with his fist. "Bastard!" he grinned. It was a draw and
we kissed each other to call a truce.

"Everything OK then?" I asked.

He nodded and smiled, "Yeah. Fine." He didn't say any more, and I wasn't going
to ask; if he wanted to he'd tell me in his own time. In the meanwhile I was
content to know that he seemed pleased with the way things had gone.

When it came to his bed-time, he said goodnight and took off for his shower as
usual. I finished watching the news, heard the shower turned off and decided to
follow his example and go to bed myself. After I'd washed and showered, I
didn't bother dressing and walked to the bedroom, drying my hair as I went. The
first thing I saw was Garry's blue shorts on the floor. The second was Garry in
bed, arms behind his head, waiting for me.

He knew the rules and never breeched them unless there was a reason, so I made
no comment. I climbed in next to him, ruffled his hair and smiled to let him
know it was OK. There was no need to ask him what he wanted; when he was ready
he'd tell me. It took about five minutes before he turned onto his side, rested
his head on a crooked arm and put his hand on my waist.

"It was alright. Thanks," he said quietly.

"Good. I'm glad. Everything went alright then?"

"Yeah. It was funny really."

"Wanna tell me? You needn't if you don't want to," I answered.

"I don't mind."

I faced him and invite him to get closer. Once he was comfortable, he went on
to tell me how things had gone.

"When we got in, we went to my room and I got changed as usual, but this time I
took my pants off as well. I told him that I didn't like wearing them with my
shorts, but you made me and 'cause you weren't here, I could take 'em off. He
was watching me all the time so I knew he could see my dick and things and I
let him. I could see him get a bit hard in his trousers but I didn't say
anything. We sat at my desk first looking at some books, and I'd put that
picture you took of me in my trunks, you know the one where you card see my
boner, on the desk where he could see it."

Garry had obviously given his plan some thought before he got Jake into his
bedroom. "So, what happened next?" I asked, feeling my own cock get harder.

"He kept looking at it, trying not to let me see him do it, but I could tell he
was 'cause his dick got really hard so I could see it sticking up in his
trousers." Garry slid a hand under the bedclothes to adjust his boner.

"I sat real close to him and got our legs together and said that you'd taken
the picture when we were camping this summer, but you wouldn't let me show it
to anyone. He didn't ask why, I think he'd guessed anyway. I looked at his
prick and then at mine, we were both hard. I said to him that's why I didn't
like wearing pants. Jake sort of laughed and went a bit red, and said that he
knew what I meant."

I cuddled him a bit closer and said, "You are evil when you want to be aren't
you?" 

He sniggered and pecked me on the cheek. Garry was enjoying telling the tale,
and went on to say that Jake didn't know what to say next although they both
knew what they were thinking.

"So?" I asked.

"Well, I moved my dick so's he could see it better and show that I didn't mind
him looking at it. I asked him if he wanted to see it. He didn't say anything
but he nodded, so I pushed my shorts down over it and I asked him to get his
out as well. He did and we sat looking at them for a bit before he asked if we
could go and sit on the bed. I told him to take his things off and we got on my
bed and felt each other's dicks."

"Bet that was nice," I whispered.

"Yeah. He's got a nice one, and it got really hard. We sort of felt each other
and rubbed them. He started to wank me off and so I did it to him until we both
came. It was good."

"Didn't you do anything else?" I asked, a little surprised knowing my nephew.

"Naaah. I think he was a bit scared. He wanted to get dressed after he'd cum,
but I said not to 'cause I liked it, and we could do it again in a minute. He
seemed OK with that, so I played with it and tickled him, you know, like we
do."

He put his hot hand round my balls just then and demonstrated his technique,
forgetting to take his hand away when he'd finished.

"That was nice," I moaned.

"Mmmmmmmm. Anyway, I got him all hard again and we wanked some more until we
both came again. Then we got dressed and watched some tv until you came in."

I kissed Garry on the lips and said, "I'm glad you had a good time. Think he'll
do it again, if you want to that is?"

"Dunno. I said he could stay over one night if he wanted and he said yes, he
might."

Surprisingly, I felt a bit jealous of Garry, not because of the bit of fun with
his friend, but because he was young enough to do it and enjoy it as a simple
ten-minute pleasure taken up and put down without any repercussions on either
side. Shaking my head to clear away the unwelcome thought, I replied that he
would be welcome anytime.

Garry was feeling randy as his wandering hands and moist lips told me. His
dripping cock also gave me a clue as it leaked onto my thigh. In the right
mood, a wank, no matter how enjoyable for him, was inevitably followed by
steamy, passionate loving.

"Wanna do it?" I enquired tenderly.

"Yeah. That's just what I want," he sighed. "Do you wanna do it to me?"

Did I!! Leaning over him, I kissed him deeply, and crawled on top of him, my
weight being taken on my arms as I rested my dick on his belly and allowed his
to fit between my thighs. We rocked up and down as we tongue-wrestled and
petted each other until I felt his knees lift up and my cock slip down towards
his butt.

He lifted his legs up and over my shoulder as I targeted my cock. Easing down,
I paused just for a second, watching my lover's face as I prepared to give him
all the delight he could take. We locked eyes as I slipped my full length into
him. He mewled at the so-much wanted sensation of being filled once more with
my dick. His butt cheeks spasmed tight as I bottomed out, as if trying to
prevent me from ever taking it away. He grasped his own cock and fingered the
end of it, already lost in his own world of sensual delight. I didn't care
about his frenetic climaxes now, I knew that he both expected them and needed
them in a way if he was to be truly satisfied. I long-dicked him slowly,
managing to free a hand and tweak his nipples at the same time. Under me he
writhed and wriggled in an attempt to extract just one more ounce of bliss from
somewhere. He rammed a fistful of bed sheet into his mouth to silence the
screams as he squirmed. I speeded up slightly and concentrated on his prostate.
I slowed down to give him a chance to take a breath before increasing the pace
again. A little puddle of his cum glistened in his navel as he gave up trying
to keep hold of his cock and gave in utterly and completely to another
fast-rising orgasm. I too joined him in the dance of love, urging my body to
try just a little harder and a little longer to prolong the rapture before I
collapsed, but the battle was already lost. I shuddered as my prick swelled and
set like iron. I felt my balls tighten in my groin and rammed into him harder
and harder until I erupted magnificently inside him, with more passion and love
than I'd done for a long time. Time and time again I spurted out gobs of
lava-hot cum, each one causing me to wince with the aching pain and blessed
relief. Somewhere along the line, Garry had lost it without my noticing, his
rigid torso flat out below me, legs outstretched towards the ceiling. Even the
muscles and veins in his neck were taut and standing out. I wasn't as concerned
as I had been previously, but it was still an awesome sight. I kept my cock
inside him until it gave up the struggle and softened. Reluctantly I let it
fall out and cuddled up to Garry as it wilted.

I closed my eyes, only to open them seemingly seconds later with a kiss from a
rosy-cheeked, tear stained Garry. 

"That was the best ever!" he grinned. "I even cum again!"

I was exhausted. It was true, it was good: for both of us.

"If that is the effect that Jake has on you, then I guess he'd better come and
live here with us," Garry sniggered.

There was an element of truth in what he said, and he knew it. I did get
aroused when he was telling me what they did; he knew I would and that's why
he'd told me in such graphic detail. We both got turned on by it.

"You're right," I said, "But I don't want him. It's you I want, and only you.
He's OK to get you started, but I'm the only one who can finish you off."

"Yeah, I know. That's 'cause we love each other isn't it?"

Unusually we spent ages kissing and cuddling that night, unable to get enough
of each other. Several times we tried to sleep, but each time we were awakened
by a need for more TLC. Neither of our dicks softened at all, all night.
Eventually we awoke well after nine. In a panic we fell out of bed and rushed
round trying to get ready. I gave up after a few minutes and said to Garry not
to bother, I'd ring in to say I was going to be late, and I'd give Garry a note
for school for when he appeared in the afternoon. That settled, we slowed down
and had a late breakfast.

I wrote the note, showed it to Garry who laughed and stuck it in his pocket.
'Couldn't come to school this morning as he was awake all night, wanking and
dreaming of Jake.' I gave him a second one which credited him with a stomach
upset. Leaving for work, I left Garry with a suggestion that he clean the flat
up a bit, and open some windows to let some fresh air in. Always the one to try
and get the last word in, Garry shouted for me not to forget the empty Coke
tins on the way home as we'd be needing them. Thank God none of the neighbours
would know what the obscene joke was.


Chapter Eight.

Most days Garry got home about an hour before I did, but tonight he wasn't
there when I arrived. I was a bit concerned, although he'd been late once or
twice before, I still worried until I knew where he was. Much to my relief he
appeared, breathless about twenty minutes later. He said that after school he'd
gone to Jake's house to pick something up and forgot the time. I reminded him
yet again to at least text me if he was going to be late. He accepted the
reminder in his usual way, kissing me quickly on the cheek and promising once
more never to do it again. There was something about him which led me to
believe he was in a particularly good mood that evening, perhaps it was the way
he was bouncing about helping me get tea ready or the smirk which never left
his face. Something had excited him, but he wasn't going to tell me yet. Once
tea was finished, he sat on my lap, legs astride the chair and faced me. He
hooked his hands behind my neck and looked at me, his big brown eyes twinkling
with excitement.

"Well? Spill it. What's got you so hyper?" I asked.

"Can Jake spend the night Friday?" he gasped.

"Tomorrow?" I questioned.

"Yeah. It is alright isn't it? Say it is, pleeeeeease. You said he could."

"Yes, of course it is. I'd love to have him." The double entendre was
deliberate and not missed by Garry.

"Bet you would, but he's not like that. Welllllllll, not yet anyway. And even
then only after me, I saw him first!" he giggled. "I told his mum that you'd
call her tonight to say it was OK."

Without further ado, he picked up my phone, keyed in the number and handed it
to me when it started to ring.

I spoke to Jake's mother, confirmed that it would be alright, and chatted about
other things for a minute or two before Garry grabbed the phone from me and
asked to talk to Jake. There was something surreal about Garry chatting to his
best mate, arranging a sleep-over with him, straddled in my lap with his boner
staring me in the face.

"So. How'd that happen so quick?" I asked. "Yesterday you weren't sure about
anything."

"When I got to school he was waiting for me in the playground and dragged me
off to where it was quiet. I thought at first he was pissed off at me 'cause he
looked angry. Then he said he was worried that I hadn't come to school in the
morning and thought that you'd found out about what we'd been doing the night
before and I'd been stopped from coming to school."

He paused, having to take a deep breath because he was gabbling everything out
in one go.

"Anyway," he carried on, " I said that wasn't the reason. I told him I'd had a
bad stomach and took the note you wrote from my pocket."

I could guess what happened next and I felt a knot growing in my stomach. "And
you got the wrong note," I said flatly.

"Yeah. But I didn't give it to him. At least not straight away," he grinned.
"Wait and let me finish."

The knot loosened a little.

"I saw your one for me first, then gave him the other one, for school, to read.
When he gave it back, he said why's my name on the other one? I didn't know
what to do at first, but then I saw he was looking pissed off with me again, so
I made him promise to keep it a secret and showed it to him."

"And then?"

"He looked at me funny and I said that you'd caught me wanking --- again!" he
laughed. "And so you wrote the note for a joke."

He'd calmed down a bit by now, but was still highly amused by the story. 

"You didn't say anything else, did you?"

"No. Not much anyway. I said that you were my brother and we sometimes messed
around when we were smaller. He said that was OK 'cause him and his little bro.
have done some things as well."

I heaved a sigh of relief, thanked God that Garry had an agile brain, and
relaxed. I satisfied myself by reminding him of the need to keep that side of
our life a deep secret, not that I needed to in a sense because he was very
aware of what would happen if we were ever found out.

Garry busied himself tidying his room and making up the top bunk for the next
half hour, eventually dragging me in there to check it out. He'd done a fair
job of it too, all the clothes had been put away, the desk tidied and the
posters straightened. The framed picture of him in his swimmers had been put
back in its place on top of the bookcase. I congratulated him before saying
that he could have the use of 'our' big bed if he preferred. It took him a full
minute before he realised I was pulling his leg, but not before I noticed the
swelling in his pants.

I got the usual reply. "Bastard!"

Half an hour later, I carried him to bed, his own, after he fell asleep in my
lap. A happy smile on his face and his thumb in his mouth. I really aught to
break him of that habit, sometime. It makes him look so childish and innocent.

I was disturbed early the following morning when a naked and cold young man
slid in my warm, comfortable bed.

"Morning!" he said, far too cheerfully for 6.30 in the morning. "Coffee's up."

I struggled to get my brain in gear and sat up, bleary-eyed.

"Couldn't sleep," he chirped. "So I thought I'd give you breakfast in bed."

I looked between him and the mug of coffee, still not fully conscious.

"No, not me, stupid, unless ............." he smirked and kissed me lightly.

"Piss off!" I managed to say, kissing him back. "Twirly."

"Twirly?"

"Too early!"

He giggled and cuddled up.

"It's gonna be good tonight," he sighed. "I like Jake. And not 'cause of what
you're thinking!" he added. "I've never had anyone sleep over before."

He said this without any rancour, without any emotion at all. Simply a flat
statement of fact. I felt very sorry for him; to reach his teenage years and
not have had sleep-overs with your mates once in a while seemed almost
un-natural somehow. I determined to give him as good a night as possible.

"Wanna go bowling or anything?" I offered. This was a new thought for him, he'd
assumed that they'd spend the evening in the house playing games or something.

He thought for a minute, then said, "No. Not tonight, thanks. But we can next
time. Can we get a video?"

I agreed, and we nestled together drinking our coffee in silence, each with our
own thoughts.

I had a text message lunch-time from Garry. 'Ice cream. Coke. Crisps.' 
I replied, 'What, no Jake then?' 
His answer was ' :)' which said everything.

Arriving home burdened with the provisions, I dumped them on the kitchen table
and checked out his room. Tapping on the closed door, I waited until I heard
Garry say 'come in.' They were sat on the top bunk, scanning through car
magazines, both still in their school clothes. I got a cheery grin from Garry
and a slightly quizzical one from Jake, head on one side. I guessed what he was
thinking and let it go. Fishing out some cash from my wallet, I handed it to
Garry and suggested he went to get a video.

"Can I borrow your card?" he asked. "I can't find mine."

I knew this was a lie 'cause I'd seen it in his school bag that morning. He
couldn't borrow the sort of film he wanted on a juvenile card. Grinning, I
tossed it to him and said, "That'll cost you!" I meant nothing by it, but the
slight stare from Garry and 'the look' from Jake said something else. Even I
blushed when I realised what I'd implied and closed the door quickly.

They returned half an hour later with an X-rated shoot 'em up SciFi movie,
with, according to the picture on the jacket, lots of semi-naked women. I asked
Jake the obligatory 'won't your parents mind?' question, accepted the
pre-ordained answer, and suggested they save it until later.

Both boys dashed off to their bedroom and re-appeared five minutes later in
their now becoming usual in-house attire. Garry had changed from the Y-fronts
he wore to school today into his tight red briefs. Jake was wearing some blue
patterned ones which, whilst not so tight, showed his package off nicely. He
looked slightly embarrassed, but a look from Garry dared me to make any
comment. Manfully, I ignored them both and carried on as if there was nothing
unusual going on. As they went to the kitchen to help themselves to food, I got
a grateful wink and a mouthed 'thanks' from Garry.

For the next couple of hours they played games, demolished the food, and
disappeared into their room whilst I watched the news. When I shouted that they
could watch their film if they wanted, they re-appeared as if by magic. Despite
looking as closely as I dare, I couldn't see any signs that any activity had
taken place, not that I was bothered much anyway, I was just very interested.

Garry took charge. He drew the curtains, switched off the overhead lights and
put the cassette in the VCR. The room was in total darkness now except for the
tv glow and a subdued light from the kitchen. Jake sat cross-legged on the
floor watching the credits roll. Garry, to my amazement plonked himself on my
lap and cuddled up. He wrapped his arms round my neck, kissed me once on the
cheek and settled down, sans thumb for once. Jake looked at him, smiled
slightly and received a dazzling grin from Garry in reply. I had the distinct
impression that this blatant display of affection was as much for Jakes
benefit as mine, as if to say, 'see it's OK for us men to have a cuddle.'

Once the film proper started, I got a final peck from Garry and he joined Jake
on the floor.

The film had next-to-no plot, lots of big bangs and flashes, loads of scantily
dressed nubile women and succeeded in attracting their undivided attention. I
spent half the time enjoying watching them, and half the time suffering the
film.

I could only see Jake properly from where I was sat, Garry had his back to me.
The film had got Jake excited as I watched the bulge in his pants get bigger,
to be absent-mindedly fingered and adjusted once in a while. Garry occasionally
whispered in his ear, which resulted in a suppressed snigger and a lurch in the
tented underwear. I even saw Garry sneak his hand across and casually grab a
feel of Jakes dick when he thought I wasn't looking. Jake didn't hurry to brush
his hand away, he just took just a second or two longer to react than he should
have done, and grinned at Garry, flashing a glance in my direction to check I
hadn't noticed. I had a solid boner by now, and couldn't have moved even if I
wanted to: I was also aware of a wet patch spreading in my underpants. As the
film ended, far too soon for my liking, it hit me suddenly that Garry was to
have company that night and I was condemned to a night's celibacy. It was the
first Friday night since we'd moved in that we weren't to share a bed. Oh,
well, such is life I sighed.

The two boys didn't move, not even when the VCR clicked off. I soon realised
why; they had exactly the same problem I had, except they were only wearing
underpants. Jake's hands were covering his now very prominent boner and I could
just hear Garry sniggering at their predicament. They both took side-long
glances at me, silently wishing I would move. I did the only thing possible
under the circumstances and stood up, turned my back to them before they
noticed my erection, and wished them both a good night. Another favour he owes
me I thought.

I got undressed slowly, fell into bed, and with a lonely sigh, picked up my
book. In the background I heard the two boys shower, two pairs of feet scamper
across the corridor and their bedroom door close. For a while I strained to
hear any noises from the room which would give me a clue as to what, if
anything, was going on. The only sound was the muffled beat from his CD player.
I up after a while and tried, without success, to concentrate on reading. After
going over the same paragraph for the third time, and still not knowing what
I'd read, I gave up and turned the light out. My hand found my lonely cock and
I gently stroked it, eyes closed with images of a naked Garry and nude Jake
flickering through my mind. I came massively, made a half-hearted attempt to
clear the mess up and fell into a fitful sleep.

At half-past three I heard my door open and I turned to see who it was. Garry,
with his head poking round it, whispered, "You awake?"

I grunted a 'yes' and he slipped in, quietly closing the door behind him.

"Missed you, and I thought I come and say hello," he said.

I made room in the bed for him and watched as he joined me. "Everything OK?" I
asked, slightly worried at this early visit.

"Yeah, everything's fine, but I couldn't sleep properly so I come to see if you
were awake."

"What's Jake doing?" I whispered.

"Asleep. We didn't go to bed until two."

He snuggled up and kissed me on the cheek, letting out a sigh of contentment. I
let my hand wander down to his groin, found a soft cock and took hold of it.
Garry flinched as I felt the sticky, flaccid instrument.

"It's a bit sore," he giggled, "Don't let go though, just hold it." He found
mine and grasped it. "It's wet!" he smiled, "What you been doing?"

I smiled slightly and replied that I'd missed him.

He kissed me and lay with his head listening to my heart for a few minutes, the
slow, steady rhythm soon making his eyes close. We didn't want sex together, we
just wanted to be with each other for comfort for a while. I stroked his hair
and chest idly, looking at his angelic face, and fell into a doze, happy now we
were together.

At half-past six, I woke him and reluctantly suggested that he aught to go back
to his bed before he was missed. Sleepily he stumbled out of bed, kissed me
tenderly and whispered "I love you" before staggering, still half asleep back
to his room.

I couldn't get back to sleep and so at half-past seven I decided to get up and
have a shower. I was luxuriating under the warm water when I heard the door
open and someone come in to use the toilet. I assumed it was Garry and slid the
shower door open slightly so we could talk. I turned round and saw the shock of
ginger hair: Jake was stood pissing into the bowl. I stood, transfixed at the
sight, staring at the beautiful scene and taking a good look at him. He'd
finished draining his bladder, and was slowly stroking his growing boner. I
continued to watch, pushing the slightly guilty feeling of being voyeuristic to
the back of my mind as he beat his meat faster and faster until he came, the
wads of cum dropping into the bowl. His knees collapsed under him and he put a
hand out to the wall to support him as he squeezed the last few drops from his
softening dick. His exquisite, slender, circumcised dick. Hurriedly he flushed
the toilet, pulled up his pants and padded out. I was left thinking wild,
impossible thoughts.

It was well after nine when the two boys surfaced and made their way through
for some breakfast. I'd been up for an hour or so, tidied up from the night
before and having made a drink sat reading the paper. Neither boy had dressed;
they were still wearing just their pants as they fed themselves on toast and
cereal. I excused myself and went to grab a shower.

I offered to take the boys out later that morning, but they'd already planned
to go shopping in town together, and then they were going back to Jake's house
for lunch. Garry said he'd be back at tea-time.

I passed a lazy, lonely day, missing Garry more than I thought I would. The
flat was empty and depressing without him. I went out for a solitary drink and
a bite to eat.

Later that evening, when Garry and I were alone, I asked if he'd had a good
time with Jake. He said that they'd had a marvellous time, and that Jake was to
going stay over again next Friday night. I resisted the temptation to probe any
further as to what they'd got up to: it wasn't any of my business and Garry
wouldn't appreciate being quizzed.

It wasn't until we were safely tucked up in bed that he started to tell me what
they'd done. I put a finger on his lips, and said that he didn't have to if he
didn't want. 

"As long as you were OK and enjoyed yourself, then that's fine."

"I don't mind," he said after a while, "He's OK with it." I wasn't entirely
sure what he meant, but let it go.

"Did you know," he mused, "I don't have any pyjamas?"

"I thought you did. Didn't you bring some with you?"

"Yeah. But they got too small and tatty so I threw 'em away. Never wore them
anyway did I?"

I smiled and said that that was his choice, not mine. "Do you want some then?"

"Maybe. If I go over to Jake's house."

He squirmed closer to me and rested his legs over mine, laying on his back.

"Jake never wore his last night, they're still under my bed I think."

I waited for him to carry on.

"After our shower, we got undressed, well took our pants off anyway 'cause
that's all we had on. I was sitting on my bed looking at him when he fished
some pyjamas out of his bag. He was gonna put 'em on when I said 'why? I don't
wear 'em.' He threw 'em under the bed and said he wouldn't either then. Then we
sat back on the bed and put the CD on. He said that he was embarrassed after
the video 'cause he had a hardon and didn't wanna move 'cause you'd see it."

"I know," I laughed, "I saw. And I saw you grab a feel of him as well when the
film was on."

Garry had the grace to blush slightly and retorted, "Well, what else did you
expect? In any case, you had one as well - I saw it in the tv. AND you were
playing with it!"

I'd forgotten about the reflection on the tv screen, and I certainly don't
remember fiddling with it!

"Well, what else did YOU expect, with two almost naked handsome boys for me to
look at?" I laughed.

"OK. Well, Jake said he'd seen it as well and asked me how big it was. I told
him it was a bit bigger than mine and a bit bigger than his as well. But not
much," he added, grinning.

"We were both hard again so I felt his and he felt mine. Then he asked me if I
wanted to do anything. I said, 'yeah, what?' I thought he just wanted to wank
or something, but he asked if I wanted to suck it."

We held each other's dicks and slowly worked them up and down as the erotic
image formed itself in our minds.

"I told him that I'd never done that before, and asked him what it was like. He
said that him and his little brother did it sometimes, and it was good fun."

Both our cocks twitched.

"I said that it would be OK and what do we do. Then we got on the top bunk and
got into a 69. Do you know you can see the sea from the top bunk? Anyway, he
sucked me and I sucked him. He wasn't very good at first 'cause his teeth kept
scratching, but after a bit he got used to it and it was brilliant."

That was why his dick was tender last night, I thought.

"And we did it for ages. We told each other before we came so's we could stop
and have a rest then we'd do it again. But then I couldn't help it and I cum in
his mouth and he came in mine. I swallowed his, but he coughed and spit mine
out. It was gross!"

I laughed at the thought and let him carry on.

"But it was OK though, and when we'd finished, we felt each other till we was
hard again and did it again. He really liked it Then he went to sleep. I tried
but I couldn't. That's when I came to see you."

I slid him off the top of me and squeezed him tight, "I'm glad it was OK."

"Mmmmm. And we had another this morning when we woke up," he giggled. "But he
didn't have hardly any cum though," he mused.

Hardly any wonder, I thought, remembering Jake in the toilet. I smiled at the
memory and told Garry about it.

He giggled and said that explained why.

Passionately we kissed and stroked each other for a while. Garry having some
fun with Jake was one thing, but I knew what Garry wanted, and what he liked.
Jake was a one-off sort of thing, it would be good for however long it lasted
and they would both enjoy it. But Garry and I were in a different league.

We nestled our pre-cum soaked dicks together and toyed with our nipples, taking
little pecks at each other once in a while. I could feel the heat from him as
he moaned with pleasure, his legs wrapped round mine like a grapevine. Like his
orgasms, physical contact was important to him and had to be close and intense.

"Well?" I asked.

"Oh, yes!" he groaned, "Yeah!"

"Which way?"

"Lay back. It's my turn."

He took my swollen dick into his mouth and deliciously wrapped his tongue round
it as I pulled his into mine. Working my tongue inside his foreskin and trying
to tickle under his cockhead, I tasted the slightly salty taste of the remains
of his cum. It was heavenly and I let out a groan of pure delight. Playfully, I
reached up and grasped a nipple between my fingers and thumbs and massaged them
until they were proud and erect, Garry's chest heaving with the fantastic
sensations coursing through him. I could even feel his cock trembling in my
mouth as he immersed himself in pure joy.

"Legs up," I heard him whisper, "Hurry up!"

I raised them and rested on his shoulders, and almost before I was ready, he
inched forward, grasped his dick in his hand and thrust it straight in. No
pause, no delay, just one long thrust. I yelped in pain and surprise, tears
coming to my eyes. Before I could say or do anything, he began banging away
viciously and violently, face contorted with passion. Recovering as best I
could, I held him by the waist and pushed and pulled with him, forcing him
deeper and deeper down. With every stroke I felt less and less in control and
more aroused than I'd been for a long time. Without warning and without having
a finger laid on it, my super-hard cock spurted out huge gobs of cum, only to
be ignored as he kept on thrusting harder and harder. Then he came. I swear his
cock swelled to twice its size as he erupted great spurts of his love-juice
deep inside my gut. I felt every spasm as he emptied himself almost brutally,
his body still thrusting long after he'd shot his last bullets as if searching
desperately for one last round.

He crashed down beside me, bright red and sweating profusely, eyes glazed and
body rigid. I wasn't far away from that either. Struggling for breath, I stared
at the ceiling open mouthed.

"Jesus, Garry!" I managed to stammer out minutes later. "Christ! What was that
all about?"

I leaned over him to find tears, real tears, flowing down his face. I stroked
them away with the bed sheet and held his face.

"Sorry," he sobbed, "Sorry, but I couldn't help myself. Did I hurt you?"

"No. No, you didn't, but what happened?"

"I was telling you about me Jake and I got all worked up. Then I thought about
you and me, and Jake, and everything seemed to get jumbled up in my mind. I
thought you'd be mad about me going with Jake, and we always do things together
on Fridays and I wasn't there, and I missed you, and I wanted you,
and.........." he broke down again, uncontrollably.

I held him close, whispering calmly to him, saying it was alright and that
everything was going to be OK, and anything else I could think of.

It took ages for his sobs to die down and for him to be sensible enough to talk
to. I pulled the blanket over us, and rested his head on my chest.

"You know," I started, "you're only 13 remember, and you haven't got your
hormones in full control yet. It isn't your fault, there's nothing wrong with
you. These things happen sometimes, and you can't do anything about it, but
they can be painful and hurtful sometimes. I know, I went through just the same
thing when I was your age." I don't know whether I was right or not, but I
wasn't far off the truth, at least a far as I understood it.

He looked at me, puzzled until he began to understand what I'd said, or tried
to say. "Then you're not mad at me? For anything?"

"No, of course not, dumbo!" I grinned.

He managed a slight, nervous smile.

"You know," I started again, "You know that this sort of thing wouldn't happen,
unless you really cared for someone, and they loved you, just like your
fantastic orgasms. It's sort of a good thing in a funny way."

"It is? But ....."

I kissed him on the lips to stop him talking. "That's enough. Now shut up and
give me a hug."

He squeezed me tightly and wiped his face with the back of his hand. I lay back
and sighed, holding him tight. I loved him more than anything in the world, and
wouldn't change a thing about him, but his emotional roller-coasters were a bit
wearing sometimes. I'm glad I'm not 13 any more.

We neither of us felt sleepy, so we chatted about everything and nothing for
ages, restoring peace and tranquillity to our bed.

"Hey, tell you something!" he suddenly shouted, "Tell you two things!"

"What?" I grinned.

"Jake wants you, for one!"

Why wasn't I surprised at this? Little hints and glances from him had led me to
believe that he was alright knowing Garry and I done things in the past, and I
think he knew that I didn't object to him and Garry, well ..... you know. I
think I'd even seen a questioning look from him, wondering what it'd be like if
he and I .... but at the time I'd put it down to my own over-active
imagination.

"Oh, yeah? And the second?" I said, trying to give myself time to think.

"You want him!"

Despite my attempt to prevent it, my dick twitched in Garry's hand.

"See, I told you," he giggled, giving it a shake. "But don't worry, it's
probably just your hormones out of control."

I said nothing for a minute, then, deciding to bite the bullet, asked him how
he thought he knew Jake wanted me.

"He told me, sort of. We were in town when he asked me about you, and what we'd
done together and stuff like that, and if we still did things. I told him that
was our secret if we did anything or not, and nothing to do with him, just like
his and mine were. Then he said that he'd told me the secret about him and his
brother, and I knew that what he said they did was true 'cause I did. So I said
that we sometimes wanked each other off, and had even sucked each other a
couple of times. But that was all. I didn't tell him about the best things we
do. Don't mind do you?"

I did mind in a way, but now the cat was out of the bag, I had to trust Garry
and Jake to keep it a secret. I told Garry that I'd've preferred it if he
hadn't told him, but now that he had, he had to make sure that it didn't go any
further.

"It won't, I can guarantee that," he said.

"How?"

"Cause he and his brother, you know, stick it up each other sometimes. And even
if he doesn't, he told me that he does and that's almost the same thing. I
don't think he'd want me telling everyone that!"

"How old's his brother?" I asked.

"'Bout ten I think."

"So, why didn't you do anything last night then?" I queried, changing the
subject

I got a scowl from Garry and, "Cause we agreed that we'd only do it with each
other, 'cause it's special, and 'cause we love each other."

That put me firmly in my place and I apologised.

"That's alright," he said seriously. "But he did ask if we did that though." he
added wickedly.

"And?"

"I told him that it was dirty and I wouldn't ever do anything so nasty!" He
blushed before continuing, "And neither would you, would you?"

"No, of course not, you little liar!"

He flashed me one of his special wicked grins and said, "Wanna do it now?"

I thought for a moment, then said, "No. I think we've both been through enough
tonight. I'd love to try it in the morning though. Once before breakfast, and
twice afterwards!"

He smiled, contented now and squished my soft dick between his legs. "Hold me,"
he whispered as he drifted off to sleep.

END OF PART THREE.



	
	
		
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