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Subject: RP "Garry and John Make A Home" - Part 4 of 5
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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 FOUR of Five

Garry and John Find A Home (m/t/t, mast, oral, anal, cons)
by
Alexander.


Chapter Nine.

We didn't mess about in the morning. Instead we had a long lay-in, watched the
boats out at sea and the seagulls wheeling about noisily in the sky, and not
talking very much. Garry got up, made a breakfast of coffee and toast and
climbed back into bed.

"Let's go out for the day," I suggested. "We could both do with some exercise,
and it looks like it's going to be a nice day."

"OK. Let's go climbing."

He didn't mean mountain or rock climbing; there aren't any near Dover apart
from the friable chalk cliffs. What he did mean was scrambling up the steep
grassy hills which surrounded the town, like giant up-turned pudding basins.
Getting to the top was a struggle, but the views were worth it. On a clear day
like today the French coast would be clearly visible, and even the sun's
reflection from car windshields could be picked out.

I let him shower first as I cleaned up the kitchen; I followed and went to get
dressed, finding an old pair of jeans and a T-shirt. Garry appeared in the
briefest of shorts and his best new top. He looked good enough to eat, but
nevertheless was asked to find something more appropriate. We threw a few bits
of food and tins of drink into a bag and set off.

It was a wonderful day. Just the two of us wandering around the hills and
lanes, exploring wherever we wanted and in splendid isolation. Neither of us
were what you would call 'people people', we enjoyed our own company and didn't
like crowds very much. Rambling through the countryside, sometimes arms resting
on shoulders, side-by-side, sometimes half a mile apart; we spent a good few
hours at peace with the world. We took some pictures of each other in
appropriate mountaineering-type poses, mainly to send off to his mother and
brothers, before eating our scratch lunch high on a hilltop overlooking the
sea, with Garry sat between my raised legs, elbows resting on my knees. On the
way back home, we found a field so Garry could have drive round: a perfect end
to a perfect day as far as he was concerned.

Once indoors, we dropped everything where we stood, stripped down to our pants
and sank gratefully into 'our' chair and rested. Garry snuggled his head into
my neck, stuck his thumb in and closed his eyes.

"You stink!" he giggled.

"So do you, like a pig-sty!" I retorted and closed my eyes.

Two hours later we awoke in darkness. Night had fallen and as yet we hadn't
turned the lights on. I asked Garry to move, or to get the lights.

"Naaah. Let's don't move. I like it."

He was right, it was nice. All alone, ensconced in our little cave, thinking
about the rest of civilisation scurrying about here and there was a tiring
thought in itself. We dozed again. Eleven o'clock came and I awoke with stiff
muscles and feeling chilly. Garry was out cold. As gently as I could I worked
my way round him, placed him back in the chair and went for a shower, after
covering him with a blanket.

When I'd finished, he was still sleeping so I carried him to his room, put him
to bed and switched the lights off. I woke him at half-past seven the following
morning; I don't think he'd moved once.

Jake appeared at half-past eight and came in to wait as Garry searched for his
school things, scattered all over the place as usual. Jake and I sat in the
kitchen and chatted idly as we killed time.

"So, you coming over Friday night?" I asked, with nothing more in mind than a
simple question. He coloured up bright pink and said, "Yes. If that's OK with
you."

"Of course it is, I'd like that. Garry would too." I paused and thought over
what I'd just said. Did it sound right? I hadn't said anything he could
mis-interpret had I? I couldn't really tell, but was that bulge in his trousers
slightly bigger or not? I gave up thinking about it and went in search of my
'brother'.

Garry never said anything about it that evening except to tell me that Jake had
reminded him that he was staying over on Friday. Now that was interesting.

The week fairly flew by. Jake popped in every night for an hour or so and
seemed to become more relaxed in my presence, even cracking jokes once in a
while, both of them by now stripping as soon as they came in the front door.
Thursday night when Garry was spending two minutes sitting in my lap, Jake even
sat on the arm of our chair and joined in the conversation.

After he'd left to go home, Garry finished his homework and sat on the floor in
front of me, watching the news. I ruffled his hair and he turned to flash me a
smile.

"You know Jake's here tomorrow night," he said through a mouthful of biscuit.

"Yeah?" I replied questioningly.

"Well." He fell silent for a moment as he considered his words.

He took a deep breath and said, all in one go, "Well. I can't sleep with you,
and it's Friday and I should and can I stay with you tonight? We won't do
anything. Promise. Can I? Please?"

Who could resist such an eloquent plea? I didn't stand a chance, and he
probably knew it. Once he looked at me with his big cow-eyes, I was sunk
anyway.

I smiled down at him, nodded in the direction of his groin and said, "As long
as you keep that thing under control." He giggled happily and adjusted the
boner growing in his pants. I moved mine too. There wasn't really any hope for
either of us.

Usually we head off to bed about eleven o'clock on school nights, but tonight
Garry started yawning, or pretending to, before ten. I picked him up off the
floor, sat him in my lap and whispered, "If you're that tired young man, I
think you would be better off in your own bed. By yourself," I added hastily in
case he thought of suggesting that it didn't matter which bed as long I was in
it with him.

That immediately elicited a grin from him and the yawning stopped as if by
magic. What it didn't stop was his grinding his butt into my groin and nibbling
my ear. I slid my hand under the waistband of his pants and cupped it round his
balls and prick, holding them gently and giving them the occasional squeeze.
Changing my hold slightly, I rubbed the palm of my hand over his cockhead until
I felt his pre-cum start to leak out. Making sure it was well and truly wet. I
pulled my hand out, and presented it to him. After first smelling it, he licked
it clean and grinned at me, "That was nice, get me some more." he said quietly.

"You're impossible!" I laughed, "You ain't supposed to enjoy it!"

" S'your fault. You taught me. Remember? I always thought it was piss until you
showed me!"

"So? You still ain't supposed to enjoy it quite so much!"

We lapsed into a comfortable silence and watched the end of a TV film before
deciding to call it a day and heading for bed. Garry and I enjoyed our bed
times when we were sleeping together, it was the best time of day for us both.
There is something very special about the feeling when you cuddle up together
after the trials of the day are over and relax. Even without the sex side of
it, a night sleeping with the person you care for most in the world, safe from
interruption and distraction is truly wonderful. I think we always woke up in
much better moods and feeling better when we had spent a night embracing each
other.

We kissed and cuddled for a few minutes simply relishing the calmness and
tranquillity before picking up our books to read. After a while I heard Garry
drop his book to the floor and he nestled up on my chest, arms on my shoulders.
It became impossible to read comfortably with him like this, so without much
regret, put my book down, turned the bedside lights out and snuggled down,
putting an arm round Garry's waist and breathed out a sigh of contentment.

"What we going to do about Jake tomorrow night?" Garry asked.

I'd been thinking of this off and on all day and hadn't come up with any
answer, there were too many if's and but's. "I don't know. He's your friend
it's up to you, and him, I guess."

"Yeah. I think he wouldn't mind us all sleeping together in the same bed. It'd
be good."

"Perhaps Jake won't want to do anything like that any more, or perhaps he just
wants some fun with you and not me," I said.

"Naah. He's been on about it all week. And he gets a boner every time we talk
about it!" Garry giggled. "Told you before, he wants to get it on with you."

"What about you? It's not fair on you is it? I don't want to spoil anything for
you."

"That's OK. I don't mind. It'd mean you and me get to go to bed together, which
is the best!"

He squeezed me gently and gave me a quick kiss. This simple show of tenderness
gave me an instant hardon, and I felt around for Garry's dick, which, like mine
had been soft until now.

"That's better," he sighed as we lightly held on to our dicks without moving
our hands.

"Let's see what happens, shall we?" I said. "If you want to, and he wants to as
well, then I suppose we could. But only if he's sure about it."

"OK," Garry replied, "Let's go for it and see what happens. You wouldn't mind
if he just wanted to sleep in my room then?"

"Of course not, if that's what he wants."

I got another kiss and a tickle in my groin. "I'd still come and say goodnight
to you though," he smirked, "Just to make sure you were alright by yourself!"

The next question threw me a bit. "Have we got enough money to get a little
portable tv?" he asked.

"Yeah, I think so, why?"

"It'd be nice to have one in here, or in my room."

He was scheming something, I just knew it, but decided not to ask. The idea was
a good one anyway.

"Yes, OK then, I'll see what I can do."

"Tomorrow? Please! Then we can all watch a video in bed."

So that was it. I laughed and tickled him under his arms, "You never give up do
you? You've got a one-track mind - dirt track!"

He joined in the laughter and let go of my cock to wrestle me onto my back,
arms stretched out over my head. He clambered on top of me and lay out, full
length, gazing into my face. The mood changed instantly as we locked eyes and
exchanged a world of love. The room disappeared into a mist as his angelic face
filled my entire being, a knot building in my guts and my heart racing.

"I rather like you," he said tenderly.

"You're not too bad yourself on the whole. I think I'll keep you," I grinned,
"You and your bloody hormones!!"

He smiled slightly at the poor joke and rested his forehead on mine, kissing me
on the end of my nose.

For once we didn't feel like sex, not screwing anyway. Even Garry was perfectly
happy just laying together and caressing one another softly, enjoying the
warmth and companionship. In some ways it was better than full-blown sex, there
was no sort of primal, desperate urge to race towards orgasms. The sensual
kisses and fondling was supremely erotic for both of us; and without being
touched, our dicks were throbbing, getting excitingly close to cumming several
times, but by mutual consent, backing off in time so as to prolong our
love-making for as long as possible.

It was Garry who came first. We were kissing when I felt his body jerk three or
four times and a warm feeling spread out from his groin. He tightened his grip
round my neck, but didn't break the kiss for an instant. He moaned into my
mouth ecstatically as he spasmed: my balls boiled over and my cum spurted out,
ending up I don't know where, I groaned and hugged him tightly, utterly
satisfied.

Soon after we were laid side-by-side, with Garry facing me. He was twirling my
hair between his fingers, just looking at me. I kissed his eyelids as they
drooped closed and we dozed for a while.

We both woke the following morning, sweaty and sticky, but surprisingly
refreshed considering how little real sleep we'd had. Over breakfast we chatted
about the arrangements for the night to come, carefully avoiding anything
vaguely sexual, but aware that it was lurking in the background. Garry said
that he'd collect a video on the way home from school and I would try and find
a cheap tv for us during my lunch break. He still had my card I remembered, and
he offered to pay for the rental himself, which I thought was good of him!

I watched out of the window as Jake and Garry walked down the road together,
heads inclined towards each other and an animated discussion taking place. I
idly wondered what they were talking about so seriously as I got ready for
work.

I managed to find a fairly cheap tv set for us, a bit more expensive than I'd
planned, but it did have a built-in VCR which was a bonus. I also grabbed a few
snacks for us as well, mainly sweets and things. There was a box of flavoured
ice poles which I threw in as well for good measure.

Garry and Jake must've been at the window watching out for me because they were
frantically rapping on the glass as I struggled to get the new tv out of the
car. Glancing up at them, slightly irritated that they hadn't bothered to come
down and help, I saw two pink torsos grinning back at me and instantly
preferred that they stayed where they were!

When I reached the top of the stairs to our flat, the door opened and two
tousled heads peered cautiously round it and after checking that no one was
around, scampered out wearing nothing but their underpants, relieved me of the
box with the tv in it and dragged it indoors.

Within seconds, it was unboxed and sat on the table. Garry was trying his best
not to let his excitement get the better of him and he carefully unwrapped it,
dropping the discarded packing on the floor. His eyes glittered brightly as he
noticed the cassette slot and he shot me a broad, happy grin. I put my arm
round his shoulder, hugged him and kissed him lightly on the top of his head. I
glanced over at Jake who was standing on the other side of me. He too was
grinning and so I put my other arm over his bare shoulders and gave him a
squeeze as well. There was an instant's pause as I felt him tense up, but
almost immediately he relaxed against me, hugged me round the waist for a split
second and flashed me a wide cheery smile. I ruffled his hair and went into the
kitchen to put the pizzas in the oven, leaving the boys to sort the tv set out.

Once the dinner was under way, I checked on the boys. They had the tv plugged
in and were studying the instruction book trying to work out how to tune it in
and sort the remote out. I decided to take a quick shower and get changed while
it was fairly peaceful. Thoughtfully I chose to put a pair of shorts and a
baggy t-shirt on for a change.

Once I was feeling better I joined the boys and sat in my chair as they
channel-hopped, settling eventually on the kids cartoon show. Garry, noticing
my presence, jumped on my lap and snuggled down. He smiled at me, kissed me
firmly on the lips and turned to watching Looney Tunes. Jake smiled at us both,
more relaxed than I'd seen him before and also turned back to the tv. After
five minutes of hip-grinding and an occasional peck on the cheek, Garry gave my
boner a hard squeeze, sniggered and slipped on to the floor with Jake.

Pizza was eaten al la picnic style, squatted on the floor. Once the pile of
slices had disappeared, I brought out the Coke and frozen ice poles for them.
They were sucking on the ices, sliding them in and out of their mouths and
giggling insanely at each other at the sight. Garry turned to me, looked
studiously at the ice and said, "Looks like a prick on a stick!" and they both
burst into laughter.

"Yeah, but which end of the stick?" I retorted. They looked at each other,
laughed again and high-fived.

The meal over and the mess more or less cleaned up, Garry scrambled through his
school bag and produced two video's. One he put back and the other he threw
across to Jake. He glanced at it, half-smiled and slotted it in.

I thought better of asking what the second video was, and settled down to watch
some sort of disaster movie with them.

Ninety minutes later, when the world had been saved yet again, the hero had
married the heroine, and everyone lived happily ever after, the boys started
whispering to each other, tittering once in a while and shooting furtive
glances in my direction once in a while. They were up to something. It wasn't
long before they scurried off to their room, hands making nominal, but
unsuccessful attempts to hide little boners. I left them alone and picked up a
paper to read.

There was little or no noise from Garry's room apart from a low beat from his
CD and the sound of his Playstation working overtime.

It was getting towards eleven o'clock when they surfaced, much later than I'd
anticipated, bearing in mind what Garry had in store for Jake. They said they
were going to bed and asked if they could take the tv with them. I agreed and
said that I was thinking of going to bed soon anyway. Garry picked the set up
and carefully carried in down the corridor. I heard my bedroom door open and
smiled to myself. I was going to give them half an hour to settle down and have
some time to themselves, but quarter of an hour later I heard a shout from
Garry asking when I was coming to bed, and could I bring his schoolbag with me.
Folding the paper up, I grabbed his bag, and with my incipient boner leading
the way walked to the bedroom.

They had re-arranged my room for me. The table which usually had my papers and
books on it had been moved to the foot of the bed and the tv set stood up on
it. The curtains were drawn and all the lights off except the two bedside ones.
Garry and Jake were stretched out in bed, arms folded under their heads. A few
comics were spread out on the bedcover, obviously unread. There was also a
heady smell of deodorant in the air. The two grinned at me, Garry broadly and
expectantly, Jake slightly nervously.

Garry lifted the bedcover up for me as I sat down to undress. I noticed he was
still wearing his pants, and so elected to keep mine on as well. I got into the
bed, next to Garry and made myself comfortable, or at least as comfortable as I
could, sharing it with two young teenagers. Garry turned his head from side to
side, checking Jake and I were settled before pressing the remote to start the
film.

"What's it called?" I asked.

"Dunno. Forgot," said Garry, "Here have a look."

He passed me the box. It was a low-budget, very X-rated mild porn movie, all
bums, tits and cocks I guessed. Normally I would have made some jokey comment
to Garry, but refrained as this was obviously all part of his plan.

The film opened with a view of a film-set bedroom, the bed already occupied by
a very buxom female. The door opened to admit a Latin-looking man. He said
something to the girl, but the sound track was so piss-poor that it was
indecipherable. Still, who watched the film for the dialogue?

Within five minutes they were in bed and ................... You can probably
guess the rest!

Garry and Jake were engrossed in the action, with little mountains rising and
falling over each of their crotches. Garry leaned into Jake, whispered
something and getting a nod back. There were some writhing motions under the
clothes and they each produced their underpants and waved them at me, giggling.
Sighing I took mine off, waved them in the air and joined in their sniggers.
The twin mountain-building resumed with greater vigour.

Garry slid across the bed to get closer to Jake, and at the same time put his
hand between my legs, urging me to get closer to him. Soon we were as close as
we could be, without actually being on top of one another. Garry's hand pushed
mine away from my dick and he grasped it firmly, starting to masturbate me
slowly. I noticed the tent over Jake's cock moving up and down at precisely the
same time. That could only mean one thing! I turned to look at Garry who
grinned at me wickedly and shrugged his shoulders as if to say "Who? Me?" I
leaned up a little to look at Jake. His eyes were closed and his mouth open,
his tongue swiping his lips.

It wasn't long before Garry's boner was being stroked, and it certainly wasn't
me!

We carried on watching the film, the boys wide-eyed and almost drooling with
lust. Whether it was for the girls or men, I didn't want to know.

I'd never been involved in a three-some before, and I assumed that neither of
the boys had either and I was curious as to where we would go from here. The
problem was solved when after a prolonged whispering between Garry and Jake,
Garry looked at me, winked and grabbed my wrist. He sort of turned sideways,
thrust my hand into Jake's groin and dived under the bedclothes. His mouth
found my dick and swallowed it. I held Jake's hugely erect boner and smiled at
him, a little embarrassed at the situation I'd found myself in. He was as just
as embarrassed as me I think, but let me leave my hand where it was anyway.
Slowly he turned over towards me, slid his hand into Garry's groin and started
to work his dick. I took this as a sign that I could carry on, and I did,
trying to imagine every inch of his tool in my mind as I felt it's length time
and time again. He soon relaxed enough to start sighing and moaning as he felt
my fingers stimulating him. Once in a while I gave it a rest and felt around
his balls and groin, encouraging him to moan even louder. Another first for me
was the feel of an uncircumcised prick. Fascinated, I ran my fingertips round
the underside of his corona. This produced a deep guttural groan from Jake and
a definite hardening of his dick. This was indisputably a very sensitive spot
for him and I left it alone for a while in case I accidentally make him cum
before he wanted to.

Meanwhile, Garry was having the time of his life between us, my cock filling
his delicious mouth and his cock being tickled by his best mate. He must've
been in heaven. And as hot as hell, too because it wasn't very long before his
threw the bedclothes off and took a deep breath of fresh air, his face bright
red and a sheen of sweat glowing on his forehead.

The film had finished ages ago, but no one had noticed until the machine
clicked off and started to re-wind. We all looked at it in surprise and
giggled.

"Oh, well, we'll watch it again later," Garry said. "Change places will you?"
he said to Jake, "I wanna come that side." They rolled over each other and Jake
settled down next to me. Now the covers were off, I could took a long steady
look at Jake's cock. It was beautifully hard, and shining in the light. It
didn't seem to have grown a great deal in length from when it was soft, but it
was certainly harder! And fatter too. It was very nice indeed. Garry, seeing me
staring at it, nudged me in the ribs, stuck his tongue out slightly and nodded
in the direction of Jake's weapon. I shook my head, but he insisted. Leaning
down towards it, grasping the red-hot meat between my fingers, I looked up at
Jake. He was leaning back on his elbows, staring wide-eyed at his throbbing
cock and me. I raised my eyebrows questioningly. He gave the slightest nod and
held his breath. Slowly, tongue first, I took his dick into my mouth. I heard a
gasp from above me and a slight upward thrust of Jake's hips. Gradually I
absorbed as much of his dick as I could before closing my lips round it and
starting to suck. He clamped his hands over my ears and tried to make me go
faster. I resisted as hard as I could, and eventually he allowed me to slow
down to a more reasonable pace. But still his humping and bucking were
uncontrolled and in the back of my mind I hoped that he didn't do the same
thing Garry did when he was over-excited. I felt his dick engorge slightly, and
before it was too late, I pulled off. Two little wads of sperm dribbled out;
we'd caught it just in time. Garry had his head next to Jake's, arms round his
neck watching me.

I grinned sheepishly for some reason and held on to Jake's still solid rod.

"See, I told you he was good, didn't I?"

Jake nodded, still breathing raggedly.

"Wanna cum yet?" Garry half-whispered to Jake.

"Yeah," he just managed to gasp out.

Garry arranged us into a sort of circle on the bed. I thought at first we were
going to have a circle-jerk, but when he ducked down to take Jake's cock in his
mouth, I changed my mind. A little nervous still, Jake wrapped his mouth round
the tip of my leaking dick and tasted the pre- cum. Deciding it wasn't too bad,
he took in the next inch or so. I left him to his own devices as I hungrily
devoured Garry's more familiar cock and worked my tongue inside his foreskin.
Jake wasn't all that experienced as I should have guessed, but he only scraped
me with his teeth a couple of times and it was well worth it. Not as good as
Garry, but with a little practice, ........

There was no way Jake could last very long, he'd been so close to shooting so
many times tonight that it only took the barest effort from Garry before he was
rewarded with his prize. I felt his body tense as he swallowed the gift, time
and time again he swallowed until with a gasp he lifted his head. I brought
Garry to his climax as fast as I could, using my fingers to help. I knew what
would happen if his orgasm was delayed too long and I didn't want him
embarrassed in front of Jake, not like that. He shot his magnificent load
straight down my throat, pulse after pulse after pulse. With no little
difficulty I managed to get most of it down me. Just as I was swallowing his
first shot, I was aware that I was dropping my load into Jake. Losing all self
control, I let it fire away as I worked on Garry. The cool air round my dick
told me dimly that Jake must've taken his mouth away, but I didn't care. I was
spasming like there was no tomorrow, and my mouth was full of Garry's delicious
cum.

Re-arranging ourselves on the bed, I leaned over and kissed Garry on the lips,
forcing his lips apart slightly with my tongue. Evilly, I pushed a drop of his
own cum into his mouth and closed it. Knowing just what I'd done, he glared at
me for a second and then grinned.

Jake was still gasping for air, and knowing how Garry felt just after cumming,
I risked a rebuff and hugged him tightly to me, put his head on my shoulder.

"You alright, Jake?" I whispered in his ear, stroking his hair at the same
time.

It was a couple of seconds before he answered. "Yeah. Yeah. I'm OK now.
Thanks."

I let him go, but he left his arms draped round my neck. I pulled Garry across
and we had a group hug, grinning at each other rather stupidly.

"See. I told you. It's OK isn't it?" Garry blurted out to his mate. Jake nodded
in response and dropped his head to his chest. "Don't panic," Garry told him
quietly. "I used to feel a bit pissed off just after I had a good cum, but it
soon goes, you'll see." Jake raised his head slightly and managed a small
smile.

"Wanna watch the film again?" Garry said, full of beans.

We looked at him in disbelief. Where in hell does he get the energy? He was
told, ' no, not yet. Later maybe.'

"OK then, I'm gonna get a Coke. Come on, Jake." Garry rolled off the bed and
grabbing Jake by the hand dragged him off to the kitchen.

There were gone a good five minutes before they returned, each with a Coke and
one for me. Jake was obviously feeling himself again and he was grinning and a
more normal colour. And they both had bloody erections!

I pulled the blanket over us and stared at the film, unseeing. Jake and Garry
had an arm round each other's neck, giggling at the film, their hands working
one another's dicks gently under the covers. I turned my back on them and
dozed, leaving them to get on with it.

Only once was I disturbed before daylight. I felt Garry put his arm on my chest
and give me a deep, loving kiss.

"Jake's gone for a piss," he whispered. "He's OK with everything."

I smiled, relieved for us all.

"And we've cum again!" Garry sniggered. "Told you to get the extra tins didn't
I!"

I kissed him back and cuddled up to him until Jake climbed back into bed,
smiling happily at me, all traces of nervousness gone. I gave Garry a hug, gave
Jake a hug, and turned over to leave them alone.


Chapter Ten.

They were sound asleep when I awoke and so left them and went to shower and get
something to eat. They were still in bed at ten o'clock and so I went through
and woke them. Taking two mugs of coffee into the bedroom ten minutes later, I
saw they were now wide awake, laying face down on the bed, watching the video
and as naked as they come! They rolled over as I opened the door, and looked at
me. Jake made half an effort to cover himself, grinned, shrugged his shoulders,
and sat up. Garry just sat up.

"'Bout time you were up," I said. "It's nearly lunch time. A panic-stricken
glance at the clock earned me a tongue stuck out. "And when you're up, you
might strip the bed, and open a window. It smells like a," I paused, searching
for the right word. "Bordello in here. And before you ask, look it up!"

Once I'd made sure the boys had eaten something, I allowed them out. Like last
week, they headed for down town, Garry telling me that he'd be home in time for
tea.

He arrived on time, but not hungry. Apparently they'd stuffed themselves so
full of burgers that he wasn't at all hungry. I made do with some sandwiches
and asked Garry if he'd had a good day.

"Yeah. We went round the town a couple of times, met some mates from school and
just knocked around."

 A few weeks ago, I would have worried about him wandering around town, but now
I knew him well enough to know he wouldn't get into any bother.

"Everything else OK?" I asked.

"Yeah. Oh, and Jake says, Hi! And thanks for a good time'."

I looked at him seriously.

"I mean it," he laughed, "Don't worry. He really did have a good time and he's
coming over next week."

I relaxed and sat down, Garry joining me after he'd opened a tin of Coke for
himself.

"So, Tiger, What's new?" I said, putting an arm round him.

"Nothing really. 'Cept I'm glad to be home with just you and me."

I know how he felt.

"Let's switch off," he murmured after a while.

I wondered what he meant at first, but as I watched him organise things, I
began to understand. First he put an old 'Indiana Jones' video in the machine,
pulled the curtains and turned all the lights off. He then stripped down to his
pants and stood in front of me, thumb in his mouth. I got the idea. I quickly
stripped off my shorts and shirt, sat down and let him get comfortable.

Just once in a while he likes to revert to being a child. Not so often that
it's a problem, but frequently enough. I remember reading a psychology book
years ago about Regression Therapy whereby psychologists encourage patients who
have some sorts of problem to regress, back to a point in time before their
difficulties started, and gradually bring them forwards, hopefully curing their
problem in the process. I may be wrong, but I think Garry was doing the same
sort of thing without knowing. We'd never spoken much about his life at home
before we met, partly because I didn't want to pry, and also because I knew a
lot of it was painful to remember. Just once in a while when something stirred
up a bad memory, I saw him wince and wipe a tear away. His usual reaction was
to shrug his shoulders and hug me, just for a second as if to confirm I was
still there.

There was one sure-fire way to tell when he wanted comfort and not 'a funny
half hour' - his dick stayed soft! Tonight was a 'soft-dick' night. Reaching
beside the chair, I took my jacket and wrapped him up in it. His eyes said
'thanks' and he turned to Indiana Jones.

We hardly spoke at all during the evening, and apart from making ourselves a
drink, didn't stir from the chair. When the second film ended, we turned the
set off and headed for bed. Once settled and laying back, Garry turned to me
and said, "Do you think I'm queer?"

I was suddenly wide awake and alert. What on Earth had brought that up?

I looked at him, nestled in my arms, trying to work out why he'd suddenly asked
me that.

"I don't know. What's made you think of that? Nothing happened at school or
anywhere has it?"

I felt a cold chill in my stomach as all the possibilities which could cause
him to raise this particular topic flashed through my mind.

"No. Nothing. It's just something that Jake said today."

"What?"
"He said that he likes, er, messing about like we do, but thinks he shouldn't
do it."

"What did you say?"

"I said that if he likes it then it was OK."

He went on to say that Jake was embarrassed at first when he saw Garry and me
and how we got nearly naked and sat together in our chair and hugged each other
and things. They never did that in his house, but when he got used to it, he
thought it was OK and felt sort of jealous of us.

"That's why he likes to come round at tea-times," Garry carried on. "And
getting undressed as well. He thinks it's cool."

"That doesn't mean you're queer though," I said, "If you like doing it, then
why not. I think it's cool too."

"Yeah, but when we do the other things, then he likes that as well, and he
thinks he shouldn't."

I thought for a minute and then said, "What do you think? Not about Jake, but
about you and me."

There was a long pause before he hugged me and said, "I like it. Ever since you
and me, you know, did it the first time on the airfield, I liked it."

He paused again, trying to find the right words.

"I thought about it a lot when you weren't around, and I missed you. Not 'cause
we messed about, but that was part of it. You and me sort of fit together and
even when we don't do any sex, then we like to be near each other, don't we?"

"Yes," I agreed, "We do." I didn't know what to say next, so I waited for him
to carry on.

"I like being here with you better than I ever did with mum, and dad," he
added. "And that doesn't seem right somehow."

"When you were living at home, it wasn't all that good was it?" I said,
carefully. "And you weren't very happy most of the time."

He nodded his head slowly.

"Well, I think they love you very much, but didn't know how to show it." I
wasn't sure if this was true or not, but the alternative thought would be too
much for him to bear. "And some people lash out in temper when they can't
express their feelings."

"Yeah, I know," he said. I hugged him again and he smiled at me.

I went on, "I think you are a special sort of person, and I'm very lucky to
have you. The sex things we do are a sort of extra if you like, something that
we do because we love and take care of each other. Whether we are queer or not,
doesn't matter in the slightest to me. I know that I don't feel the same way as
most people do about girls, and you haven't had the chance to find out yet. But
whichever way you grow up, then you and me will still be very special, for
always."

"Yeah, I know. And I don't ever want to go back to Oxford to live, ever, ever,
ever."

There were tears starting to drip from his eyes and he hugged me tightly.

"Ok," I whispered, "You aren't going to. I wouldn't let you anyway!" I managed
a smile as I looked at him.

"It's best when you and me are like this, sort of talking and together in bed.
I don't care what Jake thinks or does, that's his problem I suppose. But I like
this." He squirmed in my arms and brightened up a little. "And best of all, I
like it when we, you know, do it properly and I go all funny and freak out."

We giggled together and he wriggled himself on top of me, head on my chest.

"What about Jake?" I whispered.

"Don't know. I like him lots and even if he didn't wanna mess about anymore,
then I'd still be friends with him. And I don't like three-somes!" he giggled.
"I can't split myself in two and I get confused!"

He was feeling a great deal better now he'd got all that off his chest. He was
happy now, and hopefully less confused about his feelings. What happens between
him and Jake was in the lap of the Gods, and whichever way it worked out, then
I hoped they would still be friends: I'd a strong feeling they would.

Another clue to his mood change was that he'd got a hard on, which I felt
pressing into my belly. I looked at him and grinned, "Feeling better?"

"Yeah. And randy! Can we do it?"

After our conversation, we both felt the need to get close and re-affirm our
love. Sex may not be the be-all and end-all of our relationship, but it
certainly was an agreeable part of it!

He sat up and rested his hands on my nipples, rubbing them with his palms.
Staring into my eyes, he felt behind him and grasped my dick between his
fingers and thumb. There was only a moments pause before I entered his tunnel
and he relaxed down on me.

He sighed deeply and closed his eyes, not moving a muscle. Slowly he leaned
down and stretched out, his arms on my shoulders.

"Turn over," he whispered, "and don't let it come out."

We rolled over and he lifted his legs up.

"Fuck me," he whispered, "Please."

I started to work myself in and out, making sure he felt every little movement.
Slowly and tenderly I began to please him. Using all the skill and technique I
had, I fucked him. He reached down to his own pre-cum slicked cock and stroked
it, keeping time with me.

"Do it. Do it. Harder. Quick," he gasped on each thrust, "Quicker."

I did. The grey mist descended and I forced myself in and out just as fast as I
could. Garry was squealing loudly and thrashing round the bed. I didn't care, I
was way past that, trying urgently to shoot my waiting load of super-hot cum
into Garry's rectum with as much force as I could, to satisfy him as well as
me. I was getting towards the end of my tether and struggling to keep the pace
up when Garry, with a last desperate shout, shuddered and fired his cum out
like a rocket, so powerfully that I could almost hear it. In sympathy I managed
one last, ball-busting push and I sprayed his inside with everything I had.

It was the most violent and painful sex we'd ever had: something we both wanted
and needed at the time, but when I'd calmed down, I regretted it badly. It
wasn't love when done like that, it was sheer unadulterated lust. I felt as if
I'd raped him and the feeling wasn't a good one.

When Garry was able to talk some ten minutes later, I almost broke down in
tears as I tried to apologise to him, over and over again. He looked at me,
still not quite able to focus his eyes properly and shook his head.

"Don't," he said softly, "Don't. I'm alright, I'm OK."

I hugged him, still grovelling an apology.

He shut me up by kissing me firmly. "That was different," he laughed. "I
thought your dick was going to come up through my bloody mouth!"

Seeing him still fairly cheerful, I felt a bit better. Carefully I picked my
very tender cock up and examined it closely.

Garry looked at it with me, still grinning at me. "What you looking at? Broken
it?"

"Blood," I said simply.

He looked concerned for a second, wiped his finger round his butt and peered at
it.

"Nope. None here. You?"

I couldn't see any, and told him so.

"Good. Said I was OK didn't I. Dickhead!"

I was still very unsettled and Garry, bless him, tried to make me feel better
by saying, "I weirded out again, so it must've been a good one for me as well.
We're getting good at this aren't we."

It was the first time he'd had to pacify me after sex, and I was grateful he
was the wonderful, caring, adorable boy he was.

I slept very badly that night, having a nightmare that I'd damaged him
seriously. Each time I woke up, Garry was there, looking worried and
frightened. I don't think he slept at all that night. I felt a bit better when
dawn came and we were still cuddled up together.

Garry, realising I was awake, kissed me lightly on the forehead and told me to
stay in bed, he'd get us some breakfast. I was too tired to argue and watched
as he skipped off.

He returned with an enormous tray of food: cereal, toast and coffee. Balancing
it carefully, he clambered back into bed and sat up against the headboard. He
handed me the cup and a slice of toast. "Eat," he said.

He kept looking at me as he ate, his eyes dancing with laughter and an amused
grin on his face, shaking his head from side to side once in a while as if I
was an idiot child. Eventually his antics made me stop feeling sorry for myself
and I smiled at him.

"That's better," he said, sounding just like I did when I was comforting him.
"Let's stay in bed all day today."

That sounded like a very good idea and I lay back, at peace with life once
more. I must have dozed off because I was only dimly aware of Garry getting out
of bed and hearing him pottering about the flat. It wasn't until almost midday
when he slid in beside me, cuddled up and kissed me.

"Flat's done," he said. "Cleaned, tidied and sorted. So you can stay where you
are."

When I got up to go to the bathroom I saw he'd done a good job, it was as good
a one as I could have done. Then a thought struck me. "Haven't you got dressed
yet?" I asked.

"Nope. No point 'cause I was coming back to bed anyway, so I didn't bother."

I grinned at the thought of a nude Garry bustling about, duster in one hand and
a brush in the other. "Come on," I said, swinging my legs over the edge of the
bed, "Let's go out."

We showered together, affectionately soaping and washing each other before
drying off and going back in the bedroom.

He rustled through my drawers and dug out a pair of shorts and T-shirt, a pair
of pants and socks, and threw them to me. From another draw, he produced an
identical set, even down to the pants.
Once dressed we stood in front of the mirror side-by-side and grinned at each
other.

"Perfect!" he giggled, "Now we can go out."

END OF PART FOUR.




		
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