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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!

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PART FIVE.

Garry and John Make A Home  (M/t/t, mast, oral, anal, cons) part 5 of 5
by
Alexander

Chapter Eleven.

On Tuesday Garry and Jake came back to the flat after school for tea as usual,
before they went of to their swimming club, and as usual they stripped off.
Before leaving they disappeared into Garry's room for ten minutes, I'd assumed
for Garry to get into his T-shirt and shorts. When they came out, Garry was
dressed and ready, but Jake wasn't. I looked at them curiously and Gary said
that Jake wasn't going swimming as he wasn't feeling very well.

"I said that I wouldn't go either, but Jake said I should. Just because he
isn't going, that was no reason why I shouldn't. Can he stay here until I get
back, and then I can walk home with him?"

I thought it rather odd, but said it was alright. It was even stranger that
Jake hadn't got himself dressed, knowing that he would be here alone with me,
at least until his mate came home. When I looked to Garry for some sort of
explanation, he didn't react at all. It was only when he was leaving the flat
that he indicated for me to follow him. Once outside the door, he quickly
whispered that Jake wanted to talk to me alone. I started to ask him what it
was all about, when he grinned and said he'd see me later.

The last thing I felt like doing was coping with another teenagers problems;
I'd had enough with Garry and me the past couple of weeks, and the idea of
listening to Jake's problems as well made me feel uncomfortable. Closing the
flat door, I looked at Jake and asked if he was feeling alright.

"Yeah, I suppose so," he mumbled, "I just didn't feel like swimming today."

I hadn't a clue what to do with him for the next couple of hours and so I
turned the TV on and invited him to put whatever video on he wanted. I sat in
my chair and opened my book. A few minutes later, I was conscious of the volume
being turned down and the boy stood next to me, his groin level with my eyes,
thankfully without an erection.

I looked up at him with my eyebrows raised.

"Can I ask you something?" he said, looking down at his feet.

'Here it comes,' I thought, and steeled myself, "Yes, of course."

He sat on the edge of the chair, resting his arm along the back. "Do you mind
me coming here with Garry?" was the surprising start.

"No, of course not. You're welcome anytime you like."

"And you don't mind what we do?"

I assumed he meant the sexual things, and replied, "After the other night, what
do you think?"

He took the opportunity to slide into my lap and rested his clasped hands in
his groin, with his legs dangling over the arm of the chair. He blushed deep
red at my comment, and said, "I wasn't sure," very quietly. Once again, I was
struck how very attractive his freckles made him look when he blushed.

I was still not very happy with the situation he'd put me in though, especially
as Garry wasn't here.

"I've got four brothers and sisters at home, and I'm the oldest. They never
seem to have much time for me these days, and the house is always noisy and
smells of washing and ironing."

I couldn't resist a smile as I saw his nose wrinkle up at the memory.

"That's why I like coming here. It's so sort of calm and peaceful, and I like
Garry 'cause we can talk and do things together."

I nodded in agreement and looked closely at him, taking in his whole body, for
the first time really. His skin was flawless, not a mark or a scratch anywhere;
he was toned that lovely olive- sort of colour which showed how much time he
spent outdoors in the sun. His legs and arms were smothered in that fine
down-like fine hair which added immeasurably to his masculine beauty.

"And Garry can walk around in just his pants. My brothers and sisters do at my
house, 'cause they're littler than me, I like doing it as well sometimes, but
I'm not allowed to and when I do it, I get a boll........, a telling off."

There was a slight pause as he thought what to say next.

"I share a bedroom with Michael, he's my brother and he's only ten. I never
seem to get any peace and quiet."

I let him ramble on, not terribly sure where he was heading, if anywhere. I
learned that he and his brother used to 'do things' together sometimes, but
only when Michael was in the mood. In any case, Jake was worried that someday
he might let it slip out what they had been doing. Since he'd met up with Garry
though, they hadn't done anything. I began to understand that there wasn't
really any particular point to Jake's ramblings, it was just that he wanted
someone to talk to. I felt happier now that I understood where he was coming
from, if not where he was heading.

"It's good that you and Garry can sort of 'get it on' as well, whenever you
want, I wish I could." I saw a tent rising in his pants, and to my horror,
found I was hardening up as well.

"What's Garry been saying?" I said, forcing what I hoped looked like a
sympathetic smile.

"Oh, nothing really, except that you and him sometimes sleep in the same bed
and do things."

"Such as what?" I asked, now very concerned.

"You know, like the other night. Errr, masturbating and err, err, BJ'ing."

He found that bit hard to say, I guess because he didn't want to use the words
he would normally have used. I also knew that he didn't know that Garry and I
did a little more that sucking and jerking each other off! I breathed an
immense sigh of relief.

"Oh, you mean wanking and blow-jobs," I said, laughing at him a little. 
"Don't be frightened, I know the words! Would you believe Garry and me have
heard them once or twice before?"

He grinned back at me, obviously relieved. "Yeah, well. You two do it twice a
week, and I'm lucky if I get it once."

Once more I had reason to thank my 'brother' for his intelligence and
discretion. "It's no big deal. We both like it and it does us good once in a
while. Sort of takes the pressure off."

His boner was now solid, and I was sure he could feel mine pressing into his
backside. He moved his hands out of his groin, adjusted his cock and looked at
me, pleadingly. I knew what was coming next and I hadn't a clue what I was
going to do about it. I knew what I'd like to do, and I'm sure Jake had the
same idea too, but it wouldn't be fair to Garry, either from my side or
Garry's. He'd be seriously upset if he ever got to find out about it. I dearly
wished he was here now to help me.

"Garry wouldn't mind," Jake said as if reading my mind.

"How do you know?" I asked, "It wouldn't be fair to him, would it?"

" 'Cause we've talked about it," he said, his nerves making his voice tremble.
"It's not like you're lovers or anything, you're brothers and I wouldn't care
if my brother did it with anyone else, and he couldn't give a toss what I do."

This threw me until I recalled a conversation Garry and me had about this sort
of situation and I felt a bit better. Not happy, but better.

"But I'm a lot older than you, and I'm not your brother," I said in a
last-ditch attempt to stop things going any further. "That makes a difference."

"So? I don't really care. Would you?"

I looked at him seriously, trying to make my mind up. "Only if we tell him
afterwards," I said quietly.

He nodded seriously and dropped his arm round my neck. Garry had told me that
he didn't like kissing, and didn't .... well, that wouldn't come into it
anyway.

"Where do you want to go?" I asked. "Here or the bedroom?"
 His face didn't change, he still looked a bit embarrassed although he'd given
up any attempts to disguise his erection.

"The bedroom?"

"OK, then let's go." I tried to smile at him and make him feel better.

Despite the fact that I'd just been effectively seduced by Jake, he was the one
who looked guilty. If he was to enjoy the fruits of his hard-won labours, I had
to make sure he was comfortable with himself otherwise it would be a complete
disaster for us both.

"Come on, it's not the end of the world. And who knows, you might even like it.
You certainly did the other night!"

He grinned broadly at this and stood up. Pulling myself to my feet, I looked
down at the tent in my trousers. "I'm ready, and I can see you are. Shall we go
for it?"

The walk to the bedroom seemed to take for ever, and once there, he lay down in
the middle of the bed, arms straight down by his side, his prick standing up in
his pants. He looked just like a virgin waiting to be taken, which in some ways
I suppose he was.

I lay along side him and put my hand on his stomach, feeling it tense up. I
slid my hand down to his pants and rested the palm of my hand on his dick,
rubbing it very slightly.

"Just relax and enjoy it," I whispered. "When you're ready, take your pants off
if you like, but you haven't got to do anything you don't want, and we can stop
whenever you 
like."

He nodded and raised a slight smile.

Not enjoying being kissed made it a little harder for me, Garry loved it and we
always started with a kiss and a cuddle. Instead I ran my hands over his torso,
taking care to massage his nipples gently and stroke his waist. I moved down to
his thighs and softly stroked them, watching his cock jump and twitch with
every move I made. I watched the wet spot grow bigger in his pants.

Delicately I picked his hand up and place in on top of my cock, just as mine
was on his. He got the idea straightaway and copied me, move for move. I put my
hand on his waist and turned him over to face me.

"What do you like doing best?" I whispered as I ran my fingers up and down his
dick, now leaking profusely.

There wasn't a moment's hesitation, "Being played with and then being sucked,"
he said tremulously.

I slid a hand under his pants and took the weight of his balls in my hand. He
did the same. With my other hand I started to work my pants off for him. He
tried to take his down but couldn't quite manage it, so I let go of his tackle
and shoved mine off, allowing him to remove his. Now naked we cuddled up closer
and for a few seconds embraced before putting our hands back where they were.

"That's better," I murmured in his ear. "Much better."

I couldn't quite make out what he mumbled in reply, but it was something
similar.

He began to masturbate me seriously, but I made him slow down with a reminder
that we weren't in a hurry and it would be a lot nicer if we took our time.
Easing off the pace, he used both hands to feel all round my cock and balls,
but not venturing an inch beyond that invisible line that separated 'balls'
from 'butt'.

He was good. His fingers danced feather-light up and down my dick, collecting a
finger-full of pre-cum and massaging into my navel and cock-hair. At least he'd
done that before I noted, probably to himself. We played with each other for as
long as I felt he could before it was too much. Twisting myself round, I put
his dick in front of my lips and licked it all round. Tentatively I felt his
tongue exploring mine, and before long he'd taken as much of it into his mouth
as he could, licking and sucking on it as hard as he could. I was about to ask
him if he wanted me to tell him when I was coming, but I thought that would be
an unwanted distraction for him and kept quiet. He could sort that one out
himself. Meanwhile I was thoroughly enjoying the feeling and taste of his
beautiful uncircumcised tool in my mouth. He was a bit longer than Garry and
reached just a little bit further down my throat than him; only a little but
the difference was amazing. That, and the delight he got when I tickled round
under his delightful naked cockhead was magnificent. I tried to make it last as
long as I possibly could for him, but the novelty and excitement were just too
much for him. I was holding his balls when I felt them draw up into his groin,
simultaneous with his dick enlarging down my throat.

I squeezed his balls gently and sucked as hard as I could, washing his
cock-head with my tongue at the same time, waiting for the pleasure of eating
his juices.

"Ughhh ... Ughhh ... Ughhh," I heard him moan as he shot his load into my
mouth, each spurt given extra force by his the impassioned and manic thrusting
of his groin. I swallowed as much as I could, only a little dribbling from my
lips. I was aware that I came at the same time, and also aware that it ended up
in his mouth.

"Jesus Christ! Fucking Bloody Hell!" he said as his cock slowly softened, face
suffused bright pink, "Jesus!"

I'd never heard him swear before, nothing heavy anyway and it came as a bit of
a shock to hear him. Even in extremis Garry only swore mildly.

I grinned up at his radiant face.

"That was fucking ace!" he almost shouted, "Fuck ........" He stopped and
looked at me. "Sorry, I couldn't help swearing, but ....."

"Ok, never mind. I trust you enjoyed it then?"

"Yeah. Oh, yeah. Like never before!"

He lay there, blissfully happy, his now wilted cock drooping and resting over
his balls. Garry was right, his few cock-hairs were bright ginger. And
cum-stained.

"You'd better get a shower," I laughed. "I assume your mother thinks you've
been swimming."

"Yeah, she does. When's Garry home?"

I looked at my watch, "About half an hour I guess."

"Good." He picked up his discarded pants and looked at the heavy pre-cum damp
spot on them and sniggered.

"Won't anyone wonder what it is?" I asked him

"Naah. I just throw 'em in with the rest and she never notices. Least, I don't
think so!"

I let him grab his shower. Thinking now what I was to tell Garry, I put my
pants and shorts back on and went to the living room.

Once he was dressed in his school clothes, he told me that he would take a walk
and meet Garry from the pool and they could walk back to his together. Once
he'd left, I started worrying again what to tell Garry when he came in. I was
angry with Jake for putting me in this situation, annoyed with Garry for not
being here, and even more pissed off with myself for letting it get as far as
it did. I mentally steeled myself for an unpleasant confrontation.

 Twenty minutes later, he walked in the door and threw his bag on the floor as
usual. I looked at him, trying to work out what sort of mood he was in. No clue
at all; just as normal as a matter of fact. But there was something about his
eyes ......

He stripped off and sat down on my lap.

"I don't suppose you want any more sex tonight, do you?" he grinned impishly,
staring me in the face and hooking his hands together behind my neck.

"Wha.......?" I started to say.

"Don't panic! He told me all about it."

I looked at him, mouth agape.

He laughed, and kissed me lightly. "You were set up! You don't think I'd let
anyone mess about with you without my knowing, do you?" he tittered.

I was speechless, and so was Garry, with laughter. "Your face!" he stammered
out at last.

He told me that he and Jake had come to an agreement, sort of. He said that the
three-in-a-bed romp the other night had been fun, but not satisfying somehow,
either for Jake or Garry. Somehow or other, the conversation had ended up with
the two boys agreeing that Jake could 'seduce' me tonight.

"But why didn't you tell me?" I asked, "I would have done it."

"No you wouldn't. I know you, you'd've said no 'cause you love me too much. And
in any case, it was much more fun this way!"

He was right of course, I would've almost certainly said no, for Garry's sake
as well as mine.

"But you owe me for having fun with Jake," he added with an evil leer. Friday
night he's all mine, and you can sleep all alone, by yourself." Then he added,
"And if you're lucky I might, just might, come and see you before breakfast!"

I could have choked him quite cheerfully at that point, but satisfied myself
with grabbing his balls and giving him a painful squeeze, and a kiss.


Chapter Twelve.

Our lived settled into a steady routine over the next months; Garry was doing
well at school and I was settled into my job. It turned out that Garry was a
good artist and quite sporty as well, enjoying both Rugby and swimming. These
began to take more and more of his time up at week- ends which was good for
him, both in terms of his social life and exercise. Jake still came round every
day, thoroughly enjoying the freedom he felt in our flat.

Our sex life also settled down. We slept together more often than not, but not
always having sex. We had a lovely, caring relationship which suited us both
perfectly, never as happy as when curled up together, either in bed or in our
chair. Jake stayed over every Friday night with Garry, and some week-ends as
well when he could get away from home. I think he and Garry were happy with the
way they were, I know they always slept together and eventually, by tacit
agreement, we even stopped the pretence of making up the spare bed. Jake used
to come over to see me once a week or so when Garry was out, usually with
Garry's knowledge, and we had some good times. He got to like kissing and
cuddling but we never progressed beyond that - I wouldn't allow that to happen,
and he didn't seem interested anyway.

They both dated girls together to begin with, usually in a four-some, but
neither seemed especially interested in them at first. By the time they were 16
though, Jake was into girls fairly seriously and was out most nights with one
or another, but he still reserved his Fridays for him and Garry. Garry never
got himself a steady girlfriend, only picking one up when he needed a companion
for a disco or a party, not that they weren't interested him: he'd grown into a
very good-looking young man and has a pleasant, easy-going personality which
enabled him to get along with everybody.

We were talking in bed one night when I asked him about girlfriends and so on.
He cuddled up to me, and, very seriously, said that he was more than happy with
us as we were, and wasn't at all interested in females sexually. I felt guilty
about this as I blamed myself for his preferring to have gay sex with me or
Jake, rather than normal sex with a girlfriend. He told me that it wasn't my
fault or my influence, it was his choice.

"I've given it a lot of thought," he informed me, "You and me, we're the same.
I like doing it with you and you like doing it with me, and we're both OK with
it." It was a shattering surprise when he added, "I've done it with a couple of
girls, and it wasn't nearly as good as when we do it." He made me laugh out
loud when he added, "I knew it was no good because I never even got anywhere
near weirding out on them. I even had to think about you to make myself cum!"

When his sixteenth birthday came round, we had two parties for him. One in the
flat, with all his friends and one with just him and me. The one with his
friends lasted nearly all night, ending up with him and Jake, drunk, naked, and
giggling hysterically in my bed after everyone else had gone home, trying
without success to get their dicks hard.

He and I had dinner out together for our celebration; I'd bought him his first
proper suit and he looked really smart in it. We went to the best restaurant in
town, and stayed in a hotel for the night, enjoying being waited on hand and
foot. It was perfect.

Not wanting to create a fuss, I didn't argue when the receptionist naturally
allocated us a twin- bedded room. Garry and I were not quite ready to be
'outed' in that way just yet and so accepted it without question. It wouldn't
make any difference anyway. We took a shower together, kissing and cuddling
each other like we used to do when we first started out as a couple, washing
one another assiduously and making sure 'those special parts' were well and
truly clean. Looking at the two beds, we giggled like children, threw the
clothes from one bed onto the floor for appearances sake, and jumped in the
other, wrapped in each other's arms, our iron-hard boners already leaking.

I kissed him tenderly and deeply, running his beautiful hair through my fingers
for the millionth time. He returned the kiss and whispered, "I love you, more
than anything else in the world. Promise we're gonna be alright, for ever?"

I felt my eyes start to water, and before I started crying, said, "I love you
too, you're the best thing that ever happened to me. And we're going to be
together until the end of time."

I leaned over him and picked up a bag with two special presents in it for him.
First was a pair of rings. Identical gold and silver heart-shaped ones, one
with a simple "G" in it and one with a plain "J". We fitted them on our fingers
and blessed them with a kiss. The second was a beautiful antique silver photo
frame with my favourite picture of him in it, the one of him in his swimming
trunks.

We cupped each others pricks in our hands and held them gently, rubbing fingers
up and down sensuously. He laid his head on my chest and sighed.

"There's something else," I said seriously. "You've got to go back to Oxford."

I felt his dick soften immediately and his body tense up. He sat up and looked
at me, his face showing intense shock and utter disbelief.

"Whaaa..........?" he started, "Why?................," the tears starting to
fall.

I had one other piece of news, good news, for him which I'd been saving for a
couple of weeks, and had intended to have a bit of fun with him when I told
him, but when I saw the look on his face, I knew I'd made a disastrous mistake.
I'd misjudged his reaction completely and was seriously out of order.

"Don't panic, don't worry," I said desperately, "It's OK, honestly. Listen to
me."

He stared at me, letting the tears fall freely.

"I've got a new job and it'll mean moving away from Dover. Right the way down
to Exeter. It'll mean you and I moving house and getting a new one. All I was
going to say was that if you like, you can go and see your mum and dad and tell
them if you want."

"Bastard! You fucking ........." he pummelled me with his fists, hard, on the
chest, crying bitterly now.

I hurt badly, the physical pain causing me to grimace, but that was nothing
compared to the hurt I had inside. He was right, I was a bastard, I'd
frightened him badly.

I hugged him tightly and apologised profusely, saying that I didn't mean to
scare him.

He looked at me as if I was dirt, wiping up the tears with the back of his
hand, saying nothing.

Wrapping the blanket around us, I held him until he calmed down.

"We're opening a new office," I started to explain, "And I've been asked to
manage it. I said I'd go, but I'd have to ask you first. If you don't want to
go, then we won't. It's up to you."

He snuffled a bit and gazed at me, calmer now.

"Don't ever do that to me again," he said very quietly. "That was a bastard
thing to do. I hated you just then."

I said sorry once more, promised never to do it again, and kissed him on the
cheek.

"So," I said, "What about Exeter anyway? You're leaving school this summer, and
I thought you might like to go to college in Exeter to do Art or something."

"Yeah. That'd be OK." he said, still a bit pissed off with me. "But I am not
going back to Oxford - no way! Not even for a day."

I said that there was no need for him to go if he didn't want, I just thought
he might like to go home for a week-end or something.

"No," he said firmly, "If I do anything before we go, and I'd like for us to
go, then do you know what I'd like best?"

"What?"

"Go camping for a week-end, like we did before."

I ruffled his hair, overjoyed that he was a bit more cheerful now. "That's a
brilliant idea. We can go to Devon and hunt for a flat at the same time."

He grinned, grasped my balls and squeezed them. Gently. Our dicks grew hard
again and we cuddled up.

"Wonder if these rooms are soundproof?" he mused, gazing into my eyes as he
shifted to sit on my groin.

"I hope so!" I smiled, "Let's find out shall we?"

"Great!" he almost yelled, "Do you want my present now?"

"Only if it's what I think it is," I giggled. For an answer he inserted my 
swollen dick into his
waiting hole.

We made love for ages that night, slowly and tenderly, re-living and
remembering all the best times we'd had together, and cementing our
relationship for the future. Dover was in many ways the beginning,
experimental, learning, part of our relationship. Now we were moving on to new
pastures, absolutely certain that we were made for each other and the future
was ours, ours alone and ours united.

By the way, the hotel room wasn't soundproof, not against Garry's special
orgasms anyway. When we checked out the following morning, we received an icy
stare from the Duty Manager and a quietly delivered request that we never pay
them a return visit. We walked out the door, arms on each other's shoulders,
and giggling. We didn't give a toss.

The last connection Garry and I made with Oxford was when I returned the
monthly cheque his father sent, with a note saying that from now on Garry and I
would take care of ourselves.

THE END ........ or is it?



		
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