Chapter 63
Running through the field

The boys, one small, one much larger, ran as quickly as they could through the meadow with the long grass. Bryan's shorter legs made it somewhat easier for Beau to keep up, but the smaller more nimble boy managed to dodge and swerve from his larger boyfriend. They were heading in the general direction of Bryan's new home, but actually criss-crossed through the meadow.

"Hah! I've got you now!" Beau yelled triumphantly.

The large boy had indeed managed to get a good solid grip of some of Bryan's clothing, but as he slowed down, Bryan just unzipped the high visibility vest Beau had gotten hold of and ran on.

"That's what you thought!" the small boy shouted.

His high pitched voice suddenly changing into a short-lived shriek as he tumbled over a rock he couldn't see as he had been busy looking over his shoulder. He started giggling madly as the older boy approached him quickly.

"Are you alright?"

Bryan tried to get back on his feet to continue running but Beau grabbed one of his ankles just as he set off. He hit the soft ground once more and immediately turned onto his back to glare at his boyfriend. He couldn't keep the frown on his face for more than a moment, though. His mouth cracked into a happy smile.

"Never better Beau-man!"

Beau held onto the ankle until he could sit down on the ground next to Bryan. He hugged his small boyfriend close while scanning the horizon. Seeing no one he quickly moved to kiss the still grinning boy in his arms. The kiss was a gentle, loving and happy one in the beginning but soon morphed into a more longing, more passionate, arousing make-out session.

Beau broke off the kiss, suddenly overpowered by the need of mounting the young boy in his hands. He couldn't possibly wait until they were in the privacy of Bryan's bedroom, it had to happen right there and then. Bryan had tumbled to the ground only a couple of meters from a low stone wall marking the perimeter of the meadow they were in and Beau dragged the giggling small boy across the soft grass right over to the foot of the wall.

Bryan stopped giggling when Beau turned him onto his knees and hands and with no warning tugged his shorts and boxer briefs down.

Beau didn't waste any time, had only tugged the clothing as far down as necessary to bare the small boy's arse. He tugged his own shorts and boxers down without undoing neither button nor fly and his 6 inch [15 cm] cock slapped up against his stomach as it was freed from the constricting space. He was about to push it into Bryan's little arse hole as forcibly as he could when he realised how much it would hurt the small boy if he did that without any kind of lubrication.

Still, he was much too horny to spend any time licking and probing the small hole with his tongue so he spat on his cock, got it as wet as he could from his spit in as little time as possible. Then he grabbed a strong grip around the narrow hips in front of him and jammed his cock inside without ever having to use one of his hands as guide.

Bryan yelped loudly from the sudden pain in his bum hole, but somehow managed not to outright scream. He couldn't help but sob as Beau without pause forced all of his cock into his little hole only to immediately start sodomizing his small body as if they had been a couple of dogs in heat. The brutal fuck ended just as quickly as it had started, only two minutes after. Beau moaned as he unloaded deep inside the still sobbing boy.

"Shit Bryan. I'm sorry. I don't know what got me to do that. Are you okay?" he asked full of remorse as he much more gently pulled his cock out of his small boyfriend.

"I'll... Ow! I'll be fine. Only… Just… Give me a minute… Owie. Then we can go… Go to my house. It's over, behind that hill there," Bryan hiccupped with tears streaming down his cheeks.

Beau helped Bryan get his shorts back up over his bum and leaned back against the stone wall. He pulled Bryan over to sit on his lap and gently soothed the small boy, repeatedly whispering how sorry he was.

"Fucking stop saying that," Bryan said after having listened to the older boy for three minutes.

"No. I am sorry. Please, don't be angry at me."

"I'm not angry at you. I just wasn't expecting our first fuck in more than two months to be so bloody intense. Sorry I cried like a baby."

"I shouldn't have done that. I just got so horny, I couldn't think straight."

"Yes. You wanted to fuck me, so you did."

"I should've been more careful."

"No. You fuck me any way you want to, don't try to do it easier or harder because you think I'll enjoy it more. It isn't about me, it's about you! That's what the contract says. The one we both signed. I knew most of the things you'd do to me would probably hurt. But I signed it. And so did you."

"You liked it? Me fucking you like a madman?"

"I won't tell you. I don't want you to worry whether or not I like what you do to me."

"So you didn't like it. Duh, of course you didn't. You were crying."

"I cried because it bloody hurt, okay? Not because I didn't like it. Or liked it. Argh, what I'm saying is when we're having sex, you should just do whatever you want to me. As long as it doesn't leave scars. And when you think I've done well, you reward me. Like we talked about in prison, remember?"

"So, to get this straight, let's say I'd like to watch you get fucked by a dog. That would be okay?"

"EWWWW, why on Earth would you want to watch something like that? But, as long as it wouldn't leave scars I s'pose I'd have to do it."

"I guess that rules out a horse or a bull."

"Oh my God, you are sick! I only meant you could do what you wanted to do to me when I wrote the contract. I never thought you'd think of making me have sex with others, certainly not animals."

"Relax, I don't want to share you with other people. I'm not like Colt. But, it would be kind of hot to see a dog fucking your skinny little arse."

"Long as it's a small… Oh shit, what am I saying? Oh well, it's not like any of us actually have a dog, so it's never gonna happen anyway."

"Never say…"

"Don't!"

"What?"

"Don't fucking say 'never say never'. It isn't going to happen. Think about it, you can't just abduct a dog and get him to do me. That's got to be illegal and wrong in so many ways."

"Well, who said anything about kidnapping a dog? You could just ask your parents if you can have a dog. Why not? This has got to be the perfect place for having a dog. And you'd have a friend that'd always be happy to see you."

"Oh right. Only I have you as a friend. I don't need a dog."

"As much as I'd love to, we just can't spend as much time together as we did in prison. Even if I should somehow get my mum to move here, we wouldn't live so close I could come over every day. Certainly not when school starts again. I really think you should consider getting a dog. Not so you could let him fuck you. That would only happen if and when I'd want, but so you wouldn't get lonely."

"I'm not lonely, not right now anyway. Let's go, I want you to see my room. I spent ages figuring out how to decorate it."

The boys set off walking hand in hand towards Bryan's house. Bryan walked in a rather peculiar way, prompting Beau to ask him why.

"Duh, your sperm is trying to leak out. I didn't know you'd fuck me right after you got off the bus so I didn't bring any toilet paper. I don't want it messing up my boxers and shorts."

"Ah!" Beau said and took off in a run dragging the smaller boy along.

"Beau! Stop, I can't hold it in like this."

"Who cares? Just fart it out, go on, you know you want to. It'll be so much more comfortable for you."

Bryan didn't do that, but stopped trying to keep his bum cheeks clenched. It wasn't possible anyway, not at the quick pace Beau forced him to keep up. He forgot about it when Beau suddenly stopped next to him.

"Wow, Bryan! You do live in a proper manor! I never knew my little boyfriend was a millionaire."

"I'm not. Neither are my parents. That's why it's only part of it that's been restored. It'll cost a million quid or something like that to fix it up completely, so I'll probably spend the rest of my life living in a construction site."

"But how did they get the money to buy this in the first place? It's massive. How many windows are there? Did you count them yet?"

"Uh, I didn't count them yet, we can do that later if you'd like. The state house, mansion, small castle, whatever it really is, has been in my mum's family for generations. The oldest part of it dates back to the early 1400s. But that's only like the shed that's leaning up against it in the back. There's been two big fires here but there's no way to tell that now."

"This is just sick. Lovely sick I mean. Have you had a look around yet? Found any skeletons or something like that?"

"I'm not really allowed to explore. My dad said there are parts of the walls and ceilings that'll come down if someone as much as look at them the wrong way. He did show me some of it, but I had to wear a hard hat and some big reinforced boots."

"So, you have had a look around on your own. Don't worry I won't tell anyone."

"I climbed up on the loft, but there wasn't anything interesting up there."

Bryan didn't tell about the embarrassing moment where he had nearly wet himself when the stupid pigeons had scared him. Nor how he had almost been hit by the ladder tumbling down as he had tried to lower it to the ground. It hadn't been much fun lugging it back outside with bells ringing inside his ears, like a constant calling to go to mass. At least he had found out how to get the two piece ladder disassembled so he could take it out one piece at a time. It had been much harder getting it put back together.

The loft entry hatch was still wide open but his dad had apparently not seen it or maybe he thought it had always been like that.

"There must be a dungeon in a place like this. One where they kept prisoners and tortured them to reveal things they wouldn't say."

"There is a cellar, but I think it was used for wine, not keeping people locked up. It's off limits though."

"So, you've never gone into it?"

"No. I don't want to end up buried under tons of rocks."

"Surely, that wouldn't happen. The walls have to have stood there for hundreds of years."

"Still, we're not going into the cellar so you can find a torture chamber. Then you'd only want to test the things in there on me."

"Aw, you're no fun."

"Come, let me show you my bedroom. It's quite safe as is the kitchen and the living room, and my mum and dad's bedroom."

"That's all they've restored so far?"

"Yeah, it cost them 150 grand. My dad said it would've been cheaper to just build a new house on the land, but something about conservation of the landscape prevents that. It's also what makes it so expensive to restore the house. It has to be done so it'll not only look like when it was built, but from the same materials too. Well, except for the inside, there's better insulation now than back then of course and the builders can do pretty much whatever, as long as it can't be seen on the outside."

"You should become a building engineer or something, you sound like you already know it all."

"I don't know all of it, only what I've been told and when I overheard my dad talking to some carpentry factories about having new rafters for the roof made. That's crazy expensive. Like 100 grand and it's only for those that are broken now. It's because the rafters need to be oak and need special cut outs and crap. But imagine what you could have for 100 grand? It's like a fully decked Lamborghini and not bloody nine or ten wooden rafters. Okay, maybe not a Lamborghini, but you know what I mean, right?

"Oh, take your trainers off please. My mum doesn't like it if people wear outdoor shoes indoors. We have some guest slippers if you want to wear those?"

"Nah, I'll just walk around in my socks. Sheesh, this floor is lovely. Smooth and almost cold."

"Yeah, it's the original granite that the builders polished or something. If you run through the kitchen, you can slide all the way from the kitchen to the entrance door. Uh, not that I'd do any such thing of course. Now, that would be much too childish."

Beau grinned at Bryan. Sure, it was childish, but sliding across a polished stone floor did sound fun.

"Want some lemonade and biscuits? We can take it to my room. My mum don't mind as long as we take the glasses and plates back down to the kitchen after."

"Sure, I didn't eat much for lunch."

"I could make you a sandwich or something if you'd like?"

"Biscuits are fine, Bryan. Where's your room at?"

"It's up the stairs and then to the right. The only door that way, just before the drywall. It blocks off the rest of the hallway, there's like six more rooms behind it. But not restored yet of course. Maybe they never will be. On the left, that's my parents' bedroom. Don't worry, the walls are thick and so are the doors, they'll never hear what we might do with each other at night this weekend. If they agree to let you sleep over. But, I don't see why they wouldn't."

"Oh, I'll be on my best behaviour, it'll be all yes, Mr. Willowsby and yes Mrs. Willowsby when they get here. What did they say when you told them how we met and all?"

"Uh, they got a bit concerned. I s'pose that's only natural. They know you've been to prison but not why. I don't think they'll ask you, but if they do, try to, I don't know, just don't say you fucked Joey. But don't lie either, they can see right through that, I don't know how they do it. It's just very annoying."

"Don't worry, I'll tell them that I did something I shouldn't have, that I've learned from it and won't ever do it again. Which isn't lying, I'll never be able to fuck Joey again."

"Man, you're good!"

"Thanks."

"Take the plate please, I can't carry three things with only two hands, y'know?"

"Well, you could. You'd need a fourth thing for that, though. It's called a tray."

"Oh, you're so clever. I have you so I don't need no tray."

"Let's just go to your room. These biscuits, they make me hungry. Did you bake them?"

"No, my mum did."

"Lovely. Then I know I won't die if I eat them."

Chapter 64
Test tube baby

"Your room is huge, Bryan. It's like four times the size of the cells in prison."

Beau had put the plate of biscuits on Bryan's desk and took in the sight of the young boy's room. Everything from the hardwood floor to the thick curtains looked brand new. Most of it was new, only the desk, office chair and bed had been transported from Winlaton to be put inside Bryan's new bedroom. The two large windows let in a ton of light.

"Yes, I only need a laptop for schoolwork and a PS4 now."

"Don't forget a big sound system. You could totally throw some big parties in here. I guess you'd want a sofa or something, but there's plenty of room for that too. It's so much like your own small flat. What's that door there?"

"That's only a cupboard, the door over there is to my bathroom."

"You have your own bathroom?"

"It's not as grand as it sounds, I have to keep it clean myself."

"Shit Bryan. You sound like a spoiled brat now."

"Heh, sorry, I am bloody happy and all for the house and my new bedroom, it's just... Ah, I don't have anyone to share it with. I could've lived on the moon, y'know, I'd have the same chance making new friends up there as here. You're here now, but it's only for a short time. Then I'll be all alone again."

"You just told you weren't lonely."

"I lied, okay? I've been living here two weeks now and I haven't seen any kids, not even little ones yet. There's only this giant ruin to make me feel even lonelier. I have a big room, so what? I'd rather live in a shoebox if it meant I could walk out the door and be with friends. We don't even have internet out here yet. Just the stupid satellite TV with hundreds of boring channels. Even when I was in prison and kept to myself waiting for you to get there, I never felt so alone as I do now."

"There has to be other kids here, there's a primary school in town."

"They're probably scattered over ten square miles. Probably all of them are on vacation."

"Well, I'll be here for the next ten days or so. We can have lots of fun until I go back to my mum."

"If my parents agree to it."

"I told you not to worry. I can behave myself when I have to."

Beau picked a biscuit from the plate and started nibbling at it.

"I was right, the biscuits were nice!" he stated after having eaten his share of them.

"My mum knows how to cook."

"That only makes me look forward to dinner. My uncle can't cook, so mostly we've eaten the stuff you only have to put in a microwave and it's not very tasty."

"Well, if you're lucky you'll be able to eat here Friday to Sunday. Maybe some of the days next week too."

"If my uncle will allow me to. He prefers when I'm in his bed. I mean, when I'm in my bed at his house."

"Sure," Bryan said sarcastically.

"Speaking of beds, yours is a large one."

"It used to be my parents'. Before we moved here."

"So, it's the bed they made you in?"

"Huh? No!"

"Hah, your parents had sex on the bed you sleep in every night."

"Yes, but I wasn't conceived in it."

"On the backseat of their car then?"

"Not that either. I'm a test tube baby."

"Huh?"

"My parents couldn't have kids the normal way so they had to get help to do it. They put a sperm cell of my dad's into one of my mum's eggs in a test tube. That's why I'm a test tube baby."

"So your dad had to spunk into a cup. Hah, that's hilarious!"

"It isn't funny!"

"Sorry, but it is. I can just imagine him sitting in a cubicle wanking his cock and having to spunk into a plastic cup or something."

"That's disgusting."

"It kind of turns me on. How's your arsehole holding up?"

"I'll live."

"That's the spirit! I want to make love to you properly on your bed. Let me take your clothes off you."

"Wait, I'll go get a towel, I don't want to mess up my sheet."

"Fine, just hurry, I want to fuck you for the longest time and your parents will be home in less than two hours."

"Okay, okay. Open the windows, we can hear the cars if they come home early."

"You're so clever. It'll probably get rid of the smell from sex too."

Bryan returned with a large bath towel from his bathroom. It was more than large enough for him to fold in half and still be sure it would catch any fluids escaping from his bum during their coupling. Folded up it was a 70x70 cm [2½x2½ ft] square which he placed right in the center of his mattress. He had only just put it there when he felt Beau grab the hem of his polo shirt and pull it upwards. He lifted his arms like he had been a little toddler being undressed. Beau dropped the shirt and tugged the smaller boy's shorts and underwear down.

He kneeled behind his young boyfriend and helped him step out of the shorts and the tight boxer briefs. He quickly did away with the ankle socks and left Bryan completely and utterly naked. With a light pat to his bum he told him to get into the bed and lay on his back. He quickly got undressed and joined Bryan on the bed.

Beau climbed on top of Bryan and started kissing the small boy as he ground his cock between Bryan's thighs. The kissing lasted for a little more than five minutes before the older boy gently lifted Bryan's legs up and back, baring the arse hole he wanted to sink his dick into. He could see at least some of the spunk he had previously shot into the boy had leaked back out. It was slightly yellowed from the trip into and out of the depths of the boy. More importantly it hadn't dried yet due to the moisture between the small boy's buttocks.

"I'm gonna put it in you now, Bryan. I'll do it slow, but it's going in like this."

Bryan didn't appreciate the sound of that, but merely accepted his fate. It would hurt, he knew, particularly after the very rough fuck he had endured less than an hour ago. He also knew the hurt would dissipate over time and after that it would feel amazing to be fucked in the position Beau had chosen. Beau's dick wasn't nearly as long as Charley's had been, would barely be able to poke into his sigmoid colon, but would certainly bump into and over his prostate a great many times.

First, alas, he had to endure the sharp pain of his violated bum hole being spread open again by the blunt end of his boyfriend's cock. He whined as it went inside, yet Beau didn't stop.

"Oh Bryan, I love how you moan when I stick it in. I'll never get tired of listening to it."

Bryan didn't respond, he was too busy trying to get his hole to relax. He heard every word though and now knowing his boyfriend appreciated the sounds he made, he didn't try to stop them. He gasped as the cockhead popped through his opening, told himself the worse part was over then. His bum hole only had to get used to being spread open for much longer than it took to poo now.

Beau pulled back a little, the opening his cock was going through felt a bit dry, but the musky fluid inside Bryan's arse had lubricated the head of his cock. He pushed his cock back in a little deeper, and withdrew it when the anus dried up again. He only had to withdraw his cock three times like that to get fully inside the small boy trapped underneath him. He didn't say anything, just looked down into Bryan's eyes and slowly, ever so slowly pulled his cock back until it nearly popped back out.

He pushed it ever so gently back inside again, saw how Bryan squinted his eyes, and heard how the small boy exhaled as his cock filled up his arse. There was no need to rush, Bryan's parents wouldn't be home for two hours give or take a few minutes and Beau had spunked no longer than an hour earlier. Even though Beau knew Bryan was enjoying it much more than the faster, more furious fucks, it wasn't only for the little one's benefit Beau fucked him ever so gently. It was simply because Beau quite enjoyed it too.

Even if it was in the middle of June, and the day was sunny and warm, it wasn't anything as hot as it had been that May in the prison. With the windows open, Beau could hear birds singing, mixed with Bryan's sporadic soft moaning and gasps when his cock hit the proper spots inside the young boy's arse. When Bryan gasped particularly loud, Beau tried to make his cock move back into the exact same place several times after.

It's so lovely being able to fuck Bryan in his own bed, with the windows open and not having to worry about anyone seeing or hearing us.

Beau withdrew his cock just a little and pushed it back into Bryan and smiled when the small boy moaned and writhed underneath him. He did it again, only a little faster and a bit harder. When Bryan responded with an even louder moan, Beau increased the speed some more. The older boy wasn't anywhere near coming unlike Bryan who was nearly there. He kept prodding into the small prostrate only moving half of his cock in and out of his boyfriend's relaxed arse hole.

Even if he preferred Bryan's hole to be as tight as possible when he fucked him, he didn't make the young boy tighten it up. It would only make him spunk far too soon and Bryan deserved a long nice fuck as a reward for not putting up too much of a fuss when he had practically raped the young boy in the meadow.

Bryan's breathing got more laboured and Beau adjusted the speed once again, moving quicker and more insistently into the little boy. Beau had fucked him plenty of times before, knew exactly what it would take to make him cum without ever touching his little cock. He didn't have to look at Bryan's cock to know that it was as hard as it could be even if neither boy had touched it during the love making.

The small boy had long ago accepted he wasn't to touch himself without permission when he was with Beau. Bryan simply had to wait for Beau to allow him an orgasm, only this time he didn't have to for much longer. It wasn't just one orgasm Beau allowed him to experience either, the older boy kept fucking the small boy through three kiddy orgasms before he decided it was time to concentrate on his own needs.

He repositioned himself a little, changed the direction in which his cock was travelling inside his young boyfriend. Beau went from the short in and out strokes to long dicking the smaller boy, pushed every last bit of his cock into the arse and ground his pelvis against the upturned buttocks for a few seconds before pulling all the way out. He stabbed his cock back into the arse hole before it had time to close up.

"Bryan, firm up your arse, as hard as you can. I want to come."

Even though Bryan was getting a bit tired from all the action inside his bum, three kiddy orgasms back to back had really taken their toll on him, he did the best he could to please Beau. It hurt somewhat when his hole clamped tight around the large cock, but he didn't want Beau to squeeze his nipples or worse yet, squeeze his nuts. That would only make his body hurt in more places than just his bum hole.

If Beau hadn't been able to feel the sudden increase in friction from Bryan tightening his hole, he could hear it every time he pulled his cock out of the small boy. The small pop sound the hole made as his dick head vacated it, turned him on like it always had. He had to reach down and guide his cock back into the hole, as it was too firmly shut to let him push it back in unassisted.

Bryan gasped from the pain he experienced as the cock was so firmly pushed back into him and gasped anew when it filled his rectum and poked into the sigmoid colon. Fortunately for Bryan, It didn't take Beau very long to finish with short errant strokes into his bum and the sudden release of sperm lubricated his bum again.

The older boy, all fucked out for the day, gasping for air and sweating profoundly, relaxed his body and lay on top of Bryan. Bryan kept his legs locked around Beau's hips as he fell to his side. They kissed gently as they lay there, on Bryan's bed, Beau's still stiff cock imbedded into the smaller boy.

Chapter 65
Meeting the parents

The boys shared a bath before Bryan's mum came home. It wasn't long after she had arrived, that Bryan's dad came home too. They all sat on the patio around the large round teakwood table, Bryan and his mum kept to the shade under the terrace parasol. Beau and Bryan's dad didn't mind sitting in the sun, but their skin wasn't quite as delicate either. Not once did Bryan's parents ask why Beau had ended up in prison, the only really awkward question his mum asked, was how the boys had met.

Bryan and Beau had looked at each other, Beau smiling and Bryan blushing. Beau explained how Bryan had knocked on his door on his first day in prison and how well they'd hit it off with each other almost instantaneously. Fortunately he never mentioned the joint showers nor the rather intimate acts they had performed on each other.

He explained how Bryan had been a tremendous support helping him settle into the life at prison. A life that was so different to anything he'd ever experienced beforehand.

Later, when Bryan helped his mum in the kitchen and Beau helped Bryan's dad prepare the grill on the patio, Alice told her son how nice and well-behaved Beau was. And he really had been nice, he was witty, well-spoken and extremely polite. He had even poured some of the homemade lemonade for his mum, when she'd asked if he'd pass the pitcher to her.

And he never said any bad words.

After the prolonged barbeque dinner, that only ended when the mosquitoes got far too annoying to ignore, Beau bid Alice a good night and thanked her politely for allowing him to see Bryan again. He even told her how much he had loved the different salads she had made. Bryan thought that was a bit too much, he only ever complimented his mum's cooking when he desperately wanted something. But, she lapped it up like a dog that was about to die from thirst.

When they stopped outside the house where Beau was staying with his uncle, he thanked Bryan's dad for driving him home, even offered to pay for the petrol. The older boy had sat in the front passenger seat, something Bryan never had been allowed due to being too short. The law clearly stated children should be at least 4'7" [1.40 m] to sit in a car seat with no booster seat and Bryan was still only 4'3" [1.30 m]. Bryan had felt the pangs of jealousy as he sat on his booster seat in the rear of the car.

It's like my parents like Beau more than me and I'm their son.

He had to force himself to stop thinking like that.

Beau only did all of that so he could be allowed to sleep over on the weekend. It isn't like he's trying to steal my parents from me. Also, it was my dad who told him to sit up front so Beau could more easily give him directions.

When they returned to the house, later than Bryan's normal bedtime, he was sent to bed immediately. He had only just changed into his jammies and gotten under the light duvet when his dad came to say goodnight.

"Beau is welcome to sleep over on the weekend, Bryan."

"Thanks dad. He is a nice kid, just like I told you."

"He is. You could probably learn a thing or two from him. Now, sleep tight, buddy. Don't stay up all night texting Beau."

"I won't."

Bryan watched his dad leaving his bedroom, waited for his mum to come say goodnight as well. True to his word, he didn't spend all night sending text messages to Beau. The older boy just didn't respond to the first text Bryan sent him and he fell asleep while waiting for the reply.

When he woke the next morning, Beau still hadn't replied to Bryan's text. It seemed really weird to Bryan, had it been him waiting for a message telling him he could sleep over at Beau's, he would've waited up all night watching his phone like a hawk. By lunch, Bryan couldn't wait anymore, he was worried that something might've happened to his boyfriend. He dialled Beau's number. After about 30 seconds he heard Beau's voice message service take over. He quickly hung up and redialled the number.

"What?"

"Uh, are you Beau's uncle? Uncle Andy?"

"Why, yes of course I am. And I'm sure you're his little boyfriend, if I'm not mistaken?"

"I'm Bryan, Beau's friend yes."

"Cut the crap kid, I know you're Beau's boyfriend. He doesn't keep any secrets from me. Well, he tried to, but, just between you and me, he failed miserably at that."

"What did you do to him?"

"Oh, nothing he didn't want me to do."

"Let me talk to him!"

"Don't raise your voice when you're talking to me kid. You do want Beau to visit you in the weekend right?"

"Yes. But, please let me talk to him."

"He's quite indisposed at the moment, I'm afraid."

"I'm going to call the police if you don't put him on the phone."

"You little son of a gun. Alright, wait a minute."

Bryan could hear the man walk to another room, at least he thought he could hear a door open. Then he heard muted voices. He couldn't quite hear what they said, but he was sure the scary sounding old man was talking to Beau. The phone changed hands.

"Bryan?"

"Beau! Are you okay?"

"I'll talk to you later, I'm fine."

"Are you sure? I can call the cops."

"Don't! I'm okay, really. I just can't talk right now."

The phone call was abruptly ended.

Damn! What do I do now?

Bryan really wanted to call the police, or his parents, anyone who could tell him what to do. Beau hadn't sounded fine, no matter what he had told Bryan.

If he doesn't ring me before 3PM I'm going to call my dad. I don't care what Beau or his Uncle Andy said.

He paced his room, couldn't sit even for a moment, thinking something awful was happening to Beau. He almost jumped when his phone started ringing.

"Beau? Is that you?"

"Yes, Bryan. It's me."

"What the hell happened? What did your uncle do to you?"

"Bryan, relax! Aw, damn it. I really didn't want you to know, but you talking about cops and everything has upset Uncle Andy. Listen, what I do to you is sort of something Uncle Andy does to me."

"What?"

"You heard me. When I visit him, I'm kind of his slave."

"Shit!"

"It's alright, really it is. It's what I want. I asked him to, like you asked me to be your boss."

"But, he's an adult, not only that, he's your uncle?"

"No, he's not my real uncle. We're not related. I don't care if he's an adult though."

"But, it's against the law."

"So is what you and I do. Does it really matter?"

"I don't like it though. What did he mean that he knows about you and me being boyfriends?"

"He asked me about you. I told him you were just a friend but he didn't fall for that. He spanked me until I told him everything we've ever done. Bryan, he really wants to meet you, but I told him that would never happen."

"Hell no, I don't want to be anywhere near him. I don't want you near him either, Beau."

"He only does what I want. But I don't think he's anything for you. Not with what happened to you back then with Colt."

"Are you sure? I mean about him only doing what you want? He sounded really mean to me when I talked to him on the phone."

"It's just acting, bad acting really. I like him though, so don't ever think about calling the police on him."

"What about us against the world Beau? Remember when you said that?"

"I do. I still mean that, Bryan. I do love you and want to be your boyfriend forever."

"How does your uncle fit into that then?"

"I don't love him like I love you. It's not easy to explain."

"Please, try. I don't understand how you can say you love me and then fuck around with your uncle?"

"I, ah, Bryan… You know I fancy boys, little boys like you and younger. But I also like being treated like a little boy myself, a naughty one. One that needs to be spanked and such to behave. My uncle does that for me. He's not going to interfere with our relationship."

"I don't know what to say to that. I thought we were best friends and yes, boyfriends. That we didn't keep anything secret from each other."

"I wanted to tell you about him tomorrow. I told you that. I didn't want you to find out like this. Sorry Bryan. I really am."

"So am I. Shit! FUCK! Why can't I have you all to myself? I don't feel like having to share you with your uncle."

"I'm sorry Bryan. But, think of it this way, if I didn't have my uncle, I wouldn't be this close to you right now. I'd be in Northampton or wherever, not some 15 miles [25 km] away from you."

"I guess. It still doesn't feel right though."

"Well, tomorrow and all through the weekend I'll be all yours."

"Wait, I thought I am the one who's supposed to be all yours?"

"Ah, you know what I meant. It'll just be you and me. And your parents."

"Okay. What bus will you be on tomorrow?"

"The one that leaves at 11:50."

"Right, I'll meet you at the bus stop then."

"I love you, Bryan."

"I love you too."

"Bye now."

"See you."

Chapter 66
Bruised bottom

Bryan walked from his bathroom to the chair that held his clothes. His bum still hurt quite a lot, Beau had really smacked him hard and long that Sunday before the older boy had taken the bus back to his uncle. So hard Bryan had thought his parents would've heard the repeated slaps landing on his buttocks. The boys had been outside, pretty far from the manor and everything else for that matter. Bryan had kind of asked for it, at least he had asked Beau to show him that he loved him more than his uncle.

He had really hoped for a very long and intimate kissing session, which they did indeed end up with, but not until Beau had smacked his bum harder than ever before.

Only time he hit me harder was when he caned me. That was by far worse! But I deserved that so much too. I got a C on that maths test!

Unbeknownst to Bryan, Beau had brought one of the indoor shoes with him. The 1cm thick starched felt sole had hurt much more than Bryan would've thought something like that could hurt. Beau had put the smaller boy on top of his lap, shorts and boxers pulled down like Bryan had been a naughty toddler who needed to be chastised. The first ten whacks had been tolerable, the next ten had brought tears to Bryan's eyes. Ten more and Bryan had been sobbing quietly, a further ten had made the small boy cry louder.

The last ten smacks, when Beau had replaced the felt slipper with his palm, had been the hardest of them all. Bryan had screamed from every impact and tried to free himself from the tight hold Beau had him in.

Fifty slaps should've amounted to 100 minutes of kissing, but they didn't have enough time before Beau had to leave. Kissing for so long would probably also only have made their lips hurt too. Instead, they agreed to kiss again, with no slaps, the next time they'd meet up again. Bryan had washed his face in the cool stream winding itself through his family's property and had forced himself not to wince when he sat down for dinner with his parents that Sunday evening.

Beau had been taken home in the afternoon by Bryan's dad and Bryan. Bryan, in his booster seat, had felt every bump along the way, his buttocks blistered as they were. It didn't help at all, that he had to clench his buttocks tightly shut to prevent the fresh load of sperm inside his bum from seeping out into his underwear. Beau had deposited it deep inside the young boy just before politely asking Bryan's dad if he'd mind taking him back home to his uncle's house.

As polite and well-behaved as Beau had been around Bryan's parents throughout the weekend, he'd been much harsher towards Bryan when they were alone. Beau had taken the smaller boy's words regarding him being used by Beau as the older boy pleased, quite literally. Bryan had been smacked seemingly for no reason at all, other than because the older boy held the power to do so. While they also had kissed and cuddled, it had been the rough sex Bryan had been subjected to most of the time.

Bryan didn't complain though. He'd experienced some fairly nice dry orgasms when Beau thought he had deserved them.

Well, if it had been up to me, I would've been giving myself a lot more orgasms. Only, it wasn't up to me, that's why I made Beau the boss to begin with. So he can control me.

Beau had even fucked the younger, smaller boy in the middle of both Friday and Saturday nights. Bryan had been woken by the rough insertion of the older boy's dick into his bum and had been prevented from shouting out by a hand over his mouth. Sleepily he had lain on his stomach while the older boy fucked him as hard as he wanted.

'Twas a good thing I put the towel under me before we went to bed, it caught all the spillage.

Bryan had set his alarm to wake the boys half an hour before his parents would wake up, so they had time to clean up and go back to bed before his dad came in to wake them. Because Beau and Bryan never uttered a word of what they really did when they were alone, Bryan's parents didn't realise what went on in their own house. That is, not until the morning after the weekend.

Monday morning, he'd gotten out of bed a bit later than usual and had gone to his bathroom to pee and clean out his bottom, before getting dressed. He'd only gotten about halfway to the chair, where his mum as per usual had put the outfit she wanted him to wear for the day, when he heard his door open. He didn't have time to run back to his bathroom and shut the door, so he went for the bed instead. Just as he thought himself safe, he heard his mum's voice from behind him.

"Bryan, are you up? Breakfast is on the… What in God's name has happened to your buttocks?"

"Mum?! I'm naked! You have to knock before entering, you know…"

"Never mind that. Who did this to you? Don't tell me your father… DOUGLAS WILLOWSBY, GET UP HERE RIGHT THIS INSTANT!"

It wasn't 20 seconds later that Bryan's dad entered his bedroom too. Bryan's mum held on to her son by his upper arm, preventing him from getting into his bed. He had clasped his free hand over his boy bits in front, but couldn't do anything to cover up his bum.

"Why are you shouting so early in the morning?"

"Douglas, you bloody well know my opinion on corporal punishment. Why in the Lord's name have you disregarded everything I believe in and spanked my sweet baby boy? Look at his buttocks, look what you've done!"

"I never laid hands on Bryan. Maybe I should've… Oh my! Bryan! Who did this to you? Oh for Christ sake, let the boy put on his clothes, Alice. There's no need to embarrass him further. Bryan, put on your clothes and come straight down to the kitchen. We need a serious talk."

Bryan waited until both of his parents had left his bedroom and shut the door behind them before he finally let go of his willy and nuts. He cursed silently as he pulled up his boxers, not caring if his bum was sore or not. He finished getting dressed and took in a deep breath of air before walking down to the kitchen. He certainly wasn't looking forward to the talk he'd have with his parents.

"Right, have a seat, take the cushion from the other chair and sit on that. Your behind must be really hurting a lot."

"No, it isn't so bad, dad. It looks much worse than it is."

"When we're done talking I want you straight back in bed with an icepack on that bottom, Bryan. I'll phone the hospital and tell them I won't be coming in today."

"Mum! I don't need an icepack. The colours will fade in a couple of days. It's nothing really. Don't skip work because of this, please."

"In a couple of days? How do you know this? Has that evil boy hit you before?"

"He's not evil, but yes he has."

"How can you sit there and claim he isn't evil when he hits you?"

"Because… Please, don't hate me. I kind of want him to."

"Why would you want anyone to hit you?"

"Because I like it. There, I said it. I enjoy it very much when Beau smacks my bum. Okay?"

"No, Bryan. This isn't okay. You're only thirteen. People can't just smack your bum whether you like it or not. It's bullying."

"I knew you wouldn't understand!"

"Bryan, come back here right this instant."

Bryan heard his dad's order but it didn't stop him from running up the stairs and slamming his door as hard as he could. When the door opened mere seconds later, he ran to his bathroom and shut that door too. He couldn't lock the door, although it did have a lock he had no key. He let himself slide down to sit in the small space between the loo and the tiled wall. Only then did he realise he hadn't turned on the lights in the bathroom, but it didn't matter. The darkness was welcomed, not frightening at all.

"Leave me alone!" Bryan yelled angrily as he saw the door open.

His dad didn't leave him alone, instead he flipped down the lid on the loo, sat on it and closed the door. He didn't say a word, just sat there. Bryan could hear his dad breathing in the darkness, then a muted sigh.

The two sat in silence for a couple of minutes.

"Bryan? I don't hate you, neither does your mother. We don't understand why you'd enjoy being smacked so hard it would leave bruises on your buttocks. But, you say you do like it and so we believe it must be true. It doesn't matter though, we're not going to allow you to see Beau again. Not as long as you're underage. We're not doing this to punish you or Beau, we're doing it to keep you both safe.

"While that kind of activity might seem fun and exciting, and it probably is, you're both much too young. There's a very fine line between having loads of fun and someone getting badly hurt. You don't know where that line is yet, and until you do, we have to decide where the line goes for you. Given your past experiences, we think it's best if you do not see Beau at all. This is not open for debate.

"You will not invite him over again and you'll not attempt to sneak off to meet him anywhere. You can talk or text to him on your phone and on your laptop, but you will not meet him physically. I trust you to follow these rules. However, should you attempt to break them, we will press charges against Beau. The only reason your mother isn't on the phone talking to the police right now is because you told us you enjoyed what Beau did to you. That and because he seems like a good boy, only he seriously needs to learn there are things you just don't do to your friends.

"Now, I want you to go fetch your phone, then you will text Beau explaining you're not allowed to see him again and what will happen if you do."

"But daddy?"

"No, Bryan. It hurts me too, but this is simply the way it has to be. We're sending you to a day camp so you can meet other friends. Your mother and I already talked about doing that before all of this happened, and now it only seems to make even more sense. It's an opportunity for you to meet local kids, kids you'll probably go to school with when it starts after the holidays. I'll drop you off in the mornings and your mum will pick you up in the afternoon."

"Fine!" Bryan said angrily.

"Good, now go do as I asked you. I want to see your phone after you've texted Beau."

"So you can check if I've done as you said."

"Exactly. I do trust you, but not when it comes to this. I hope you understand?"

"I understand you don't want me to see my boyfriend. As that is what Beau is."

"Boyfriend?"

"Yes, boyfriend. We're not only friends, but boyfriends. We love each other."

"You're telling me you think you're gay?"

"Yes. I am a homo. Queer. I like boys, I love when I have sex with Beau. Sorry for not being the perfect little boy you've always wanted me to be."

"I need some time to digest that information. I don't think any less of you, I'm just sorry you thought you couldn't tell me about this earlier."

"Like when? Over dinner? Mum, can you pass me the potatoes please? Oh, I'm gay by the way. I think not."

"It doesn't change anything I've just told you. I hope you'll someday find a nice person to be your loved one. You'll simply have to wank until you're sixteen. And I mean wank your own penis, not someone else's."

"Dad?!"

"I was a boy myself, I know what it's like. Just wait until you're older before you start having sex again. That's all I'm asking. It's only a little over two years from now. Now, go text Beau. We'll talk later about you being gay."

Beau I sorry but we can no longer see each other again :'( my parents found out. dont ask how. they know and they dont like it. If we meet again they will call police and report you. SORRY! Bryan :'( :'( :'(

SHIT! u ok bryan? sorry this really sux! :'(

I love you but not allowed to see you again. we can still talk on phone or internet. please say you want to.

Course I want to. I'll never forget what we did. It was so luvly. I luv u foreva Bryan :* :* :* :*

My dad will read this! :p ;) :*

Crap! U cud hav told me! Sorry mr willowsby. For all I mean.

(hug) I wish I could do that irl. But I have to wait until 16 for that.

Lets stay in touch. Ask ur dad, well I spose I can ask myself mr willowsby can bryan and me talk on cam?

I'll ask him. Gotta go. Sorry again! :*

No, I'm more sorry than u. text later k?

k.

Chapter 67
The new laptop

"Thank you, Bryan. You can tell Beau that it's okay to talk via webcam. There's one in your new laptop. Actually, you weren't supposed to have it before you started school, but given the circumstances you may as well have it now."

Bryan went back to his bedroom, carrying the box with his new laptop. It was a rather poor attempt by his parents to soften the blow of never being able to see Beau again, but Bryan reminded himself that they never meant for the laptop to be any kind of consolation. It was mainly for schoolwork after all. He put the box on his desk, didn't waste valuable time by reading any of the text on it before opening it. Inside he only saw another cardboard box, but when he lifted that box, he found the wrapped up computer.

Carefully he worked the laptop out of the protective wrapping and gingerly sat it on his desk. He flipped open the display and found even more protective crap taped onto the display. The on/off button was covered by a warning sticker with an instruction to plug in the charger before powering on the computer. He couldn't find the charger at first, it was hidden inside the box he had lifted to uncover the computer, there were a myriad of leaflets in the box as well, one for pretty much any language known to man it seemed to Bryan.

What a waste of paper. They could have just made a menu or something that would appear when you start the laptop for the first time.

He dumped all the instructions back into the box, figuring he'd read them when and if necessary.

How hard can it be to put one plug into the charger, put the plug on the other end of the wire into an outlet and the other plug from the charger into the proper hole on the laptop?

Finding the proper hole on the laptop took some time lifting and studying it from several angles. It was hiding inside one of the hinges for the display lid. When everything was finally hooked up properly, Bryan threw the switch on the outlet and observed a green LED light up on the charger. At first, nothing else happened, the laptop seemed as dead as it had been before the charger had been powered up.

Just my luck, oh wait, there's a flashing light. What a strange place to put it. You'd have to lift up the laptop to see it.

Bryan ripped the warning sticker off the power button and pressed it. He heard a brief, soft squeaky sound and the keyboard lit up along with the display.

"Cool! I can even use it in the dark!" Bryan exclaimed.

He sat on the edge of his chair, eagerly awaiting the computer to finish booting so he could explore what came preinstalled on it. To his disappointment, the first thing he saw was a Multilanguage menu asking him to select a language. Not only that, but immediately upon selecting English, which was at least made easy as it was preselected in the long list, an even longer boring text appeared.

As if anyone would ever bother reading through all that utter crap! How do I make it continue? There's no button to click.

Eventually he found the button all the way at the bottom of the long text. He didn't read the text, just scrolled all the way to the end and clicked where it said 'Accept'. Bryan didn't really knew what he had just agreed to, but it couldn't be anything seriously important.

If it was important, they wouldn't hide it in a five pages long text.

The laptop's display changed to show a progress bar with a text informing it was preparing the laptop for first use. It took forever to change from 0% to 1%, at which time Bryan was ready to hit his forehead into the desk from frustration. When it took equally as long to go to 2%, Bryan had enough.

At this rate it won't be ready until tomorrow morning!

He went to look out his windows and saw the old woman walking her dog in the distance. He picked up his binoculars and watched them as they strode slowly through the rugged terrain.

Maybe Beau is right. This would be a nice place for a dog. He could run around freely, no need to be on a leash out here. Nah, even if I should want a dog, mum and dad would never allow it.

He went back to the laptop to check the progress. It had reached 9% and the hard drive activity indicator was flashing like mad. The solid state drive didn't make a sound, but a fan had started. The low hum was hardly noticeable at the time, but it would later really annoy Bryan when it would all of a sudden start up while he tried to concentrate on his studies.

Bryan went in search for something more exciting to do than sit and watch the far too slow progress bar steadily counting upwards. The nice and warm weather seemed to practically beg the small boy to go outside. He didn't quite make it outside before he saw his dad sitting in the kitchen.

"Dad? Why aren't you at work?"

"I'm working from home today. After this morning, your mum and I agreed it would be better if one of us stayed at home with you."

"Oh. I'm going out though, the computer is taking ages making itself ready."

"Sounds just like your mum. Ah, don't tell her I said that. Where are you going?"

"I don't know yet. Probably the lake."

"Alright, you got your phone?"

"Yes and it's fully charged. Like you taught me."

"Good. Put on some sun cream if you're going swimming and be careful."

"I'm always careful. I'll be home around 2 I think. I'll text if I'm later than that."

"Okay. Bryan, I know you must be upset about us telling you not to see Beau. Don't do anything stupid, please. You know we really love you and only want what is best for you."

"No, you don't. You say you want what is best for me, without even asking me what I want. Everyone only see a little boy when they look at me. But, I'm not eight, I'm thirteen and I'm a smart thirteen."

"Sit, please. You can go to the lake later, first we need to sit and talk about this."

Bryan sighed dramatically but sat down. He didn't much want to sit and be lectured again, but he knew running off wouldn't be the answer either.

"Bryan. I'm sorry. You're right, we haven't asked you before making this decision, but you need to remember that we do not have to ask your opinion in all matters. That's why God made parents, for them to take the tough decisions so kids like you, don't have to worry about that. I am interested though, did you really enjoy being smacked so hard?"

"Dad! That's really embarrassing to talk to you about."

"I'm your dad, nothing you tell me will make me love you any less. Even when I thought you had killed Lewis, I didn't stop loving you. When I saw some of the pictures of you and Colt, I didn't get angry, well, not at you anyway. When you told me you think you may be gay, I didn't tell you that I'd only love you if you were straight and got married. When you got angry this morning and ran to your room, I didn't yell at you, did I? No, I think not. I still love you."

"But, you don't love me enough to let me keep seeing Beau. Yes, he smacks me, he does other things that hurts, but he also does so many more things that are loving and nice. Only those things don't leave marks, so you wouldn't know about those."

"So, what you're really telling me is you like being hurt because of the nice things he'll do to you after?"

"He gets so loving it's kind of mushy. But I like that."

"So, if you had a choice, which would you prefer, having to be beaten to get the mushy loving after, or only have the mushy loving all of the time?"

"Duh! That's easy, only the mushy loving or at least only get hurt when I want it myself. But I know I can't have one without the other."

"That's where you're wrong, Bryan. So utterly wrong. Of course you can have love without having to do something to earn it. But, before I explain that, please tell me, did Beau ever want you to hurt him?"

Bryan tried to remember if there had been a time where Beau had asked him if he'd smack him. Or tie him up. Or fuck him so hard he'd want to scream bloody murder from it.

The last simply wouldn't be possible.

There had been times, but not many. Maybe a handful at most. If that.

"Once or twice. I'm not sure."

"Okay, how many times did he do something to you that hurt?"

"A lot."

"And still he got all the loving from you. Without having to earn it."

"I… He… I don't know?"

"Did he ever do something only because you wanted it, without expecting something in return?"

"He kissed me even if he didn't want to… Only later he'd do something to me that I didn't really want."

"You don't have to tell me what you two did together. I can imagine. Let me tell you what true love is all about. At least what it ought to be. Two people who really love each other would never do something to one another that one of them wouldn't enjoy. Love isn't about giving and taking. It's about sharing. If you really truly loved being spanked and Beau really loved spanking you because he knew it made you feel nice, then it would be a completely different matter. But you only let him spank you because you knew eventually he'd do something that made you feel nice."

"It was only if I didn't put up too much of a fuss, he'd do something nice for me."

"And you don't see the unfairness in that?"

"I'm the smaller one, it's only natural that I should let the bigger boy do what he wants."

"NO! Sorry Bryan, I didn't mean to startle you, but there's nothing natural in what you just said. If we were cavemen, then perhaps there'd be some legitimacy in your way of thinking, but not in this day and age. That's one of the reasons of why there is such as a thing called age of consent. So bigger and older kids or adults can't force themselves on smaller and younger kids."

"But, that's how it's always been for me. Ever since I was eight. I can't just forget all of that and start all over."

"I'm sorry Bryan, I really am. I should've been more attentive, should've seen the signs."

"It's not your fault it happened. It's no one's fault. Except Colt's."

"Thank you for saying that. But, Bryan, I've got to insist that you do whatever it takes to let me or your mum know if something is troubling you. No matter what it is, we'll do everything in our power to help you. Even if it's something you think is terribly embarrassing or shameful, tell us. We will never judge you or laugh at you."

"But, you still won't let me see Beau?"

"No, Bryan. You don't see it now, I know, but he's been manipulating you to do whatever he wanted. You're very clever when it comes to maths and science and history, well anything school related, but socially, I'm afraid you're still very immature. That's why you have to rely on me and your mum to decide what's in your best interest long term. Yes, it will take some time to put Beau behind you, but trust me, it's only for the better."

"It isn't just socially I'm immature. You have to have noticed it yourself. My body fell asleep when I was like nine and it never woke up to realise I'm thirteen. Almost fourteen."

"You have to give it some time, Bryan. Yes, you're thirteen, almost fourteen, and yes a lot of other thirteen and fourteen year-olds have started maturing and some even look like young men. Like Beau. There's nothing to worry about yet though. You still have plenty of time to catch up to them. But, surely, you must have seen some small changes to your body? Sometimes things happen so slowly you don't really notice them."

"No, nothing has changed. My willy is still as small as always and so are my nuts. They're tiny compared to Beau's and Da… Uh, Beau's balls I mean."

"There's been other boys besides Beau and Colton? Right, never mind that. Just make sure there will be no one after him, not until you're at least sixteen. And don't worry about your private parts, they'll start growing before you know it."

Chapter 68
Little chemist

Bryan was finally allowed to get on his bike and escape the embarrassing but still strangely comforting conversation he had had with his father. He still didn't like not being able to see Beau again, though the things his old man had told him about love had changed his mind somewhat about the older boy.

If dad is right, and he's always been right before, Beau used me. He told me he loved me, but it wasn't really love. It was only sex!

Bryan was so deep in thought he forgot to make the turn that would take him to the lake and ended up in Lewdown town. He'd been there before of course, but it had always been with his parents when they went for a pub meal. It was only a little town and he quickly found himself on the other side of it on the way towards Lifton. He didn't meet many cars on the small two lane road, but the few he did drove past him at high speed and the drag they caused tried to suck him further into the road.

After the first two near incidents, he made it a point to cycle right on the edge of the tarmac when a car would approach from behind him. He made a full stop the three times a lorry and two busses passed him. It seemed to be tempting faith a bit too much to stay on the road when those heavy vehicles drove past him. When he entered Lifton he saw a sign for Launceston, the small city where his mum worked at the hospital, and also where his new school was. He decided to keep on cycling and see just how long it would take to get there on his bike.

As he went through Lifton he saw a used car dealership and thought to himself that was where he'd end up working as a car salesman when he'd get old enough for having a job. He had to take a backroad to Launceston, but it only made the trip a bit shorter. As he rode into the big parking lot of Launceston College, he had been on the road for an hour and five minutes.

Not bad for a ten miles [15 km] long bike trip when I'm so badly out of shape. I could do it in 50 minutes if only I was more fit. 40 minutes if I was as fit as Beau.

The school grounds was deserted this time of year, which didn't come as any surprise to Bryan. It was in the middle of the summer holidays, no sane kid would set foot in his school, unless forced to, during any of the holidays. Bryan hadn't been there before, had only seen the brochure his parents had given him, so he spent some time peeking through windows to see what it was like in real life.

It was a big school, much bigger than the one he had attended in Winlaton, covering years 7 all the way up to and including sixth form. The pupils would be from 11 to 19 years old. Due to Bryan's unwilling stay in the detention center his parents were going to register him into year 8, even if he really ought to be in year 9. It would just be better for Bryan to spend another year in secondary school before moving up to the sixth form.

Bryan had enough of the school for one day, a day he wasn't even required to go there, but had done so only from boredom. He got back on his bike and set off on the trip home. Before he left Launceston, he saw the Tesco Superstore and went in. He wasn't looking for anything in particular but spent some time just walking up and down the long isles in the large store. Eventually he ended up in the arts and crafts section. It was only a small section, apparently Tesco was more a grocery store than anything else.

His mind now made up about buying one particular item, he went in search for another more suitable store for his need. He knew there was an Argos near the hospital where his mum worked and he knew they had a larger arts and crafts section. If they didn't have what he needed, surely no one would.

Inside the Argos store, his attention shifted from the thing he was looking for by the sounds coming from the electronics section. There, he saw a PS4, on sale, not only that, but it was bundled with GTA V. Suddenly remembering what he had told Beau, about buying the latest game console with the latest GTA game for the older boy, made him smile ironically at his own gullibility. He could easily afford it, it was only £249.99, but he'd never be able to explain to his parents how he got the money to buy it.

How stupid I was. Being boyfriends forever sounded like being in Heaven back then. I know better now.

He did find a cheap headset with a microphone he could use with his new laptop and bought that. Then he remembered why he had gone to Argos in the first place. After searching high and low and not finding what he needed, he suddenly set eyes on a most beautiful set of coloured pencils in a wooden box that set him back another £19.99. It nearly made him forgot all about the most important thing he wanted. This time, he nervously asked a lady if they had it.

"Sorry, we don't carry anything like that. You'd need to go to a specialized crafts and arts shop for that I think. There's one in Market Street I believe."

After carefully listening to the instructions of how to get to Market Street, he set off once again on his bike, this time with the box of pencils and a headset strapped onto the rack behind him. He nearly got lost as he navigated the smaller streets of Launceston. But finally he got back on his bike, this time with an ice cream and half a litre of Coke in his stomach. The third item, and the heaviest of them all, had joined the headset and box of pencils on the rack of his bike. It had been the cheapest of the three, though.

Who would've thought a 2½ kg [5½ lbs] bag of plaster of Paris would be so freaking hard to find?

It was much more than he actually needed, but the small crafts and arts shop hadn't had smaller quantities of the plaster.

The ride back home took a little while longer, but eventually he entered the narrow and long driveway to his home.

Inside his room, he checked the laptop, was at first upset as he thought it had lost power during the long process of preparing the hard drive for the English version of Windows 10 as he had selected. But simply touching the touchpad brought it back to life. This time it was wanting Bryan to fill in his personal data, which he did and clicked on the 'Register' button. The mouse pointer changed to an hourglass and stayed like that for a couple of minutes.

An annoying sound alerted Bryan that something definitely wasn't right, and an ugly pop up on the screen told him an error had occurred.

"Timeout while waiting for server to respond. Please check your internet connection and click retry," Bryan read out loud.

Stupid thing, we don't have a fucking internet connection yet!

Bryan went in search for his dad. This was a problem that Bryan didn't know the solution to.

"Dad, it asks for an internet connection."

"What does?"

"The laptop. It won't continue until after it's connected to some server."

"That might be a problem. BT just told me they need to put new wires into the ground as the existing phone line has been cut somewhere on our property. It's shorted anyway. It won't get done until the end of August, maybe early September."

"How do you work from home then? Don't you have to be connected to the network or something?"

"I do, and I use the company phone as a hotspot. Oh, maybe we can setup your phone to be a hotspot too."

"You think so? This old brick?"

"Just be happy for having a phone at all. Let's see. Well, it does have the option. There, take it back and see if the laptop will connect to it. Just select the network named 'Bryan', I didn't set a password for it, so if it asks for one just leave it blank."

"Thanks, dad."

"Oh, Bryan. Try to restrict yourself a bit when online, the package we got for your phone doesn't allow for much data and it'll cost an arm and a leg if you go over the limit."

"Uh, do you mind telling me what the limit is?"

"I believe it's 2 Gb, I have to check that and maybe we can increase it somewhat, but you'll have to contribute to the cost too. It would have to come out of your spending money."

"Right. Well as long as I can just browse a little I guess it'll be fine. I don't think I'll spend much time on webcam with Beau."

"Sounds like you spent some time thinking?"

"I did. It'll still take time to get over him, but what you told me about love and everything makes it a little easier. I just want to make new friends soon. Someone who won't try to take advantage of me."

"That's why we thought of the summer activities. There'll be other kids your age, I'm sure. One or more of them have got to be able to see what a clever and nice young man you are."

"Oh stop it. You're only saying that because I'm your son."

"That may have some influence on how I think of you yes, but really, you'd be a great friend for anyone to have. Now, go and get that laptop running. Oh and hook up your phone to the charger, it'll drain the battery much quicker now."

Bryan went back to his room and even before he sat in front of the laptop it had discovered the available Wifi network connection. He only had to connect to it and the laptop finished the registration process. After one final reboot, Windows 10 started and Bryan could finally start exploring the contents of his new computer. It didn't take long for it to tell him lots of things needed updating and he used every foul word he had ever learned as he told it to go ahead and download and install them. Bryan had picked up a lot of words, especially from the other kids in prison, but I'll spare you from having to read them all.

The computer could still be used as it downloaded and installed the various updates but it seemed like every program installed wanted to be upgraded to the newest version. He only had time to click his approval to update one program before another popup window appeared. When finally it seemed as there were no more buttons to click and his phone struggled to stay connected to the weak signal from the 3G network, he turned his attention to the items he had bought.

The box of pencils was put on his desk, underneath the cardboard box holding his other pencils. He didn't feel much like drawing right then, so the pencils would just have to wait. The headset was quickly unwrapped, plugged in and adjusted to his head, but wasn't of much use with all the updating going on, seemingly even slower than the initial preparation of the computer had been. The bag of plaster was more interesting, but he needed to do a bit of preparation before he could put it to use.

He remembered the instructions the nice elderly man had given him to ready it for pouring into a mould. He had to have a mould first of course, but he already had one. The waxy mould of his nut sack was still intact, hidden far back on the top shelf inside his new cupboard. He only needed some way of keeping it steady when the plaster had been poured into it so it could set.

The easiest way would be to let some wax drip onto the desk and place the mould in the still warm wax. Right, where does mum keep the candles?

It took some searching and quite a bit of avoiding answering his dad's questions of why he was rummaging through all the cupboards and drawers in the kitchen and living room. It was much easier locating a small container in which he could mix water and plaster. In the kitchen bin he found one of the small discarded plastic containers with the awful naturel yogurt his mum ate for breakfast. It wasn't very large, only 1.5 decilitres, but then, the waxy mould wouldn't be able to hold much either.

Back inside his room with a candle, a pack of matches and the yogurt container on his desk, he carefully climbed up the shelves in his cupboard and retrieved the mould of his nut sack. Safely back on the floor, he put the mould on his desk, and took the yogurt container into his bathroom and rinsed it in the sink. He had to go back to get the bag of plaster and one of his least favourite pencils. He felt like a chemist as he mixed some of the plaster into the half full of water plastic container.

When he thought the consistence was just right, he hurried back to his desk. This step had to be done quickly as the elderly man had explained. The plaster was already setting in the plastic container and he hadn't even gotten the candle lit to start melting wax onto his table. He did this as quickly as he could, melted a rather generous amount of the candle and formed a much larger pool than was really needed.

Here goes nothing.

He'd only have one go at this, he knew the mould would have to be broken to get the cast free from it, and there was no way in hell he'd go through the uncomfortable process of dripping wax onto his nuts to make a new mould.

It would not only hurt, it would be darn near impossible to do it properly myself.

Quickly he poured some of the still liquid plaster into the mould, making sure to move it about to let the plaster get into every nook and cranny there might be inside it. It also helped remove any air bubbles that might be stuck inside the mix of water and plaster. When he thought he had moved it around enough he put the mould into the rapidly hardening pool of wax he had poured on the table. When it sat firmly stuck to the table, he topped it off with the plaster mix.

Now, all I can do is sit back and wait for 15 to 20 minutes, no I'll wait 30 minutes just to play it safe and then it should have set enough to remove the wax. Damn, this had better be working.

An agonizing 30 minutes later Bryan carefully tapped his pencil at the plaster in the mould. It sounded solid and the pencil didn't leave any indentions in the plaster. Carefully he broke the waxy mould away from the desk, and after having taken a deep breath of air, he dug a fingernail into the wax. Piece by piece he broke off the wax and finally all he had left in his hands was an almost flawless cast of his nut sack. If you didn't know what it really was, it would have been hard to guess, though. When he compared the cast to his real nut sack, it was easy to see the resemblance, though.

Much too easy. My nuts haven't grown even a little bit in the more than a year since Beau dripped the wax on them. At least now, I have a pretty solid reference point. Damn, my primary school science teacher would've been proud of me.

Bryan put the plaster version of his nut sack on the desk and pulled his shorts back up. All he had left to do now was tidy up the mess he had created both in the bathroom and on his desk. When he was done, there was no evidence left of what he had just done, apart from a used match, ¾ of a candle stick and the bag of plaster of Paris. And of course his little plaster nut sack sitting on the desk. He briefly considered painting it but chose not to.

That would only make it much too easy for someone to figure out what it really is.

He put the small cast in one of the drawers in his desk. The laptop was still updating, the slow 3G connection made for a long afternoon where he couldn't use it.

Chapter 69
Nudist camp?!

It wasn't until after the small family had eaten dinner that the computer finally rebooted and let an eager boy know it was fully up to date.

About bloody time too. Now, let's see what this thing can do.

The list of programs and apps installed on the computer was long and the curious boy started each and every one of them at a time. There were quite a bit of online social networking programs, Instagram, Twitter, Facebook, just to name a few of them. All of them required Bryan to register with an email address, something he didn't yet have.

I need an email address. How does one get one?

Google seemed to be the easiest way to answer that question, but when he tapped in the URL and the page loaded, it suggested installing Chrome. Which he chose to do and had to sit and wait for ten minutes while it downloaded and installed. The Chrome browser started automatically and the first thing it asked Bryan was for him to enter his email.

"Fuck you! I don't have one yet!"

At least it had the option to create an account which Bryan clicked. He entered his name and then stopped to think when it asked him to pick a username. This needed some careful consideration. He tried entering some he thought sounded cool but they had all been taken by someone else. Eventually he had to settle for a username that wasn't very cool but more importantly was available. He made up a password, and wrote it on a piece of paper along with his new username just in case he'd forget.

He put in the rest of his details, date of birth and phone number, stopped momentarily at the box asking for his current email. Which he still didn't have, but leaving it blank seemed to work. He got another long length of text he had to agree to and finally it asked to synchronise his account.

At least now I can do what I really wanted, search for how to get an email.

Upon entering 'email' in the search box on Google it immediately suggested Gmail. When he clicked that, he found out he already had an email account, the google account apparently came with one built in.

Thus armed with an email address he started creating a profile on all the social media sites his computer held a link to. Most of them asked him if he wanted to add his friends to a contacts list or to invite his friends to sign up too. Friends he didn't have yet. He did send a text to Beau to ask him for his email and where he might be signed up already, but didn't get a reply to it.

"Crap! It's already 10! Mum's going to kill me," Bryan said in shock.

He wasn't tired, still hyped up about his new computer finally working, but powered it down all the same. It would still be there in the morning, and maybe Beau would've replied to his text by then.

His mum didn't kill him, only told him she thought he'd already gone to bed since he'd been so quiet. He swallowed the pill she had put on the kitchen table for him, said goodnight and went back to his room. After an hour and a half had passed by without Bryan falling asleep he turned on his lamp. His thoughts constantly circling about the events of the day. Even if Beau had been using him, something Bryan now suddenly wasn't completely sure if the older boy had done, he still missed the boy terribly.

He powered on his phone, something strictly forbidden to do at night, but there was still no reply to his text. He looked over at the laptop, wondered if he could find something interesting to do while waiting for the sleeping pill to kick in, but ended up reading a book. Finally, three hours later than usual, he fell into a restless sleep.

He only woke when his phone beeped. He wasn't used to hearing that sound first thing in the morning, but he'd forgotten to turn it off. Groggily he looked at the iPhone and read the short text from Beau. It just said what the older boy's skype id was. Bryan had a more important thing to do before finding out whether or not Skype was installed on his laptop. Like most people in the mornings, he had to pee. He sleepily walked to his bathroom to take care of that before getting dressed.

This time he kept a close watch on the door as he quickly slipped off his pyjamas bottoms and just as quickly stepped into a pair of white briefs. The childish boxer briefs he had been wearing for Beau's benefit were no longer appealing to him. The white tight briefs weren't much better, but at least they wouldn't remind him too much of Beau squirting his spunk onto him before he could pull up a fresh pair of undies.

That's something else he did to me that I didn't enjoy too much. Well, the squirting was okay, it was just the awful clammy feeling after I didn't like.

Wondering what the day had in store for him he went down to the kitchen. His parents greeted him much like they've always done, it was like the previous day had never happened. Instead, Bryan's dad pushed a leaflet over towards Bryan.

"Here's what you'll be doing next week. It took a little time to get your mum to agree to it, but we both think it's a great opportunity for you to get out and have some outdoors fun while getting dirty."

"RAW adventure camp? Please don't tell me this is a nudist camp or something like that."

"Oh, no. RAW means that it's back to basics. It's about how to survive in the wilderness without tools and very little food."

"Like Bear Grylls?"

"Exactly!"

"I'm not eating any bugs!"

"I doubt it'll be quite as serious as Bear Grylls. However, there is a class with some form of critter catching and eating. You can see it in the timetable."

"You weren't kidding! I thought you only said that to freak me out. That's one day I'll stay home."

"You'll do no such thing. We paid a lot of money for you to go. So you're going every day," Bryan's mum said firmly.

"Money doesn't matter, Alice. Not in this instance."

"So, now we're suddenly rich? I've been listening to you complaining of how much it cost to restore this place. And now you're prepared to just write off 60 pounds because Bryan doesn't want to eat a worm or whatever it is they'll be trying that day."

"60 quid?" Bryan asked.

"I asked you not to mention the cost of the camp while Bryan was around, Alice. It isn't important, Bryan."

"But 60 quid? Is that just for one day?"

"The camp cost us 300 pounds, and that's whether you're going or not," Alice told Bryan.

Bryan was shocked. £300 was quite a lot of money for a boy who only ever got £10 per week in pocket money. He of course had the cash from when he was a boy for rent, but couldn't openly spend or even mention it to his parents.

"Alright, I'm going. I'll even happily eat all the bugs they tell me to. I didn't know it was so expensive."

"If you don't want to taste the bugs, then I'm sure it'll be okay. You'll have snacks and a packed lunch so it isn't really necessary to eat what you don't want to."

"Thanks, dad."

"The important thing is for you to have fun and it would be nice if you made some friends. But don't feel like you absolutely must make friends if there aren't any kids you like."

"Do you know how many kids will go?"

"No, I only know it'll be kids aged nine to thirteen. But the camp was pretty much full when we booked, so you can expect lots of kids."

"Okay. At least I'll be one of the older kids this time. I'm tired of being the youngest and smallest everywhere."

"You should never have gone to prison. If only you had spoken up about that dreadful Colton before, it might never have happened."

"Mum! I thought he was going to kill me."

"Sorry, Bryan. You're right. I didn't mean it the way I said it. It isn't your fault. I'm blaming the police, not you."

"It happened. It's over, we need to move on, let's not dwell at the past," Bryan's dad said.

"Dad's right. Like a friend of mine in prison used to say, life's a bitch and then you die."

"Bryan!"

"Sorry, mum, but that's what he said."

I wonder whatever happened to Davey.

"He may very well have said so, but you're not to use that kind of language in my house."

Now Bryan had a new mission, he wanted to locate Davey. The sweet but sometimes rather stupid boy who had been so loving. There was only one problem, he didn't know Davey's surname and a search on his first name alone returned way too many hits. Davey hadn't ever told Bryan where he was from, had only said something about it being much too far from the prison for his mum and stepdad to come visit. That information didn't help Bryan at all. He did what he had never thought he'd ever do, typed in the words 'Prankhurst Detention Center' in Google.

The center had a somewhat informative website but most of the stuff it said about the typical life of an inmate there were all lies.

I never experienced any of those things, that's for sure.

It almost sounded like a strict boarding school, never mentioned any of the degrading stuff the inmates had to do, like undressing in front of grown people they didn't know and peeing into cups. It certainly didn't say anything about most the kids being perpetually horny and having gay sex all of the time. But, it did have the information Bryan was looking for, the phone number to the center.

Bryan didn't think twice before picking up his phone and dial the number. It didn't take long for someone on the other end to answer and without any questions asked, he was transferred to Wing 3C. He didn't know if Papa Smurf would be on duty, but he hoped for it. He couldn't imagine any of the other guards, certainly not the idiot Patrick, who had been a pain ever since Papa Smurf had reprimanded him in front of Bryan, would want to help him.

"Hello, can I please speak to Mr. Niels?" Bryan said in his deepest voice, hoping it made him sound more like an adult.

"Who may I say is looking for him?"

"Willowsby."

"Please hold, Mr. Willowsby."

Bryan nearly giggled. A prison guard had just called him mister!

"Mr. Willowsby?" Papa Smurf asked.

"Hi Mr. Niels. It's Bryan."

"Oh, it's you. I did wonder why your father would ring. Everything okay out there, Bryan?"

"Yes, well most is, it isn't so simple."

"Well, at least you got out. I wondered whom of us would get out sooner, I'm only happy it was you."

"Heh, you can always resign."

"Me, resign? Oh no, I'm staying until I retire. It won't be long anyway."

"I hope not, you've been in there for an eternity. Uh, Mr. Niels? The reason I'm talking to you is that I'm trying to locate a friend of mine. Do you remember Davey?"

"Davey? Oh yes, you used to spend all your time with that kid. I'm not sure if I can help you though."

"Can you please just tell me his surname? I'm not asking for his full address or anything and you know we were really close friends."

"Well, I don't think you'll be able to find him with only his surname. It's Brown. Davey Brown. I don't remember any middle names and I'm afraid I won't be able to find his address for you. It's quite possible we have it on the computer, but you know how I hate that thing."

"Oh, well it was worth a try. Is Charley still at the center?"

"I'm sorry for having to disappoint you again, Charley was transferred to another prison about a month ago. I don't know where to, but I could ask around if you'd like?"

"No. Thank you, Mr. Niels, for everything you know?"

"You're welcome Bryan. Take care and mind yourself now, I don't want to see you back here."

"Oh, I don't plan on doing anything that would bring me even close to that hell on earth again."

"I'm glad to hear that. Goodbye Bryan."

"Goodbye Mr. Niels."

Bryan hung up the phone with a sigh. Finding Davey would be near impossible with a surname like Brown. It was one of the most common names in England, it could only have been worse if his name had been Smith.

Back on the laptop he found Skype was installed, and he created a new account and tried to figure out how to add Beau to it. Bryan's computer skills were quite limited but he was a typical boy and thus not afraid of learning by trial and error. If he messed up, he knew the laptop could be reset to how it had been when he got it.

Though it would mean waiting for like two days to get it working again.

He sent off the request for adding Beau to his contacts list. And waited. After nothing had happened for five minutes, he shut off the computer and went outside. It was yet another warm sunny day, something rather unusual for England and he wanted to make use of it, instead of waiting for Beau to come online.

Chapter 70
Termination

Later, in the afternoon, Bryan logged on to Skype again and this time Beau was online. The older boy had accepted the request and almost immediately he got a message from him. Well, not a message as such, it was a request for a video call. He put on his headset and accepted it.

"Hi Bryan!"

"Hello."

"Sorry for getting you in trouble."

"It's okay. It wasn't so bad."

"What happened? How did they find out?"

"My mum saw my bum. She walked in on me when I was getting dressed."

"Oh! What did she say?"

"She thought it was my dad who had smacked me. Uh, are you wanking?"

"What? No!"

"Show me."

"Show you?"

"Yeah, your willy. If you weren't wanking it'll be soft."

"Okay. Yes, I was wanking. Just seeing your blurry face on a screen made me horny."

"I s'pose it's okay if you wank when we talk."

"Why don't you wank with me?"

"I don't feel like it."

"Aw, come on, let me see you spank your little cock. It really makes me hot."

"No!"

"Why not? You know you wan…"

Bryan closed the lid on the laptop so quickly he was a little concerned he might have damaged it. But his anger towards Beau was far greater.

He doesn't respect me. I said no, and he just said I wanted to. Well, fuck you Beau!

He went to his cupboard, climbed up to the top shelf and retrieved the carefully hidden contract he had spent so long carefully designing. He jumped back down and sat at his desk again, put on his headset and opened the lid on his laptop. Beau was still there.

"Recognise this?" Bryan asked and unfolded the contract, he held it up so Beau could see it.

"Oh yeah, how would I ever be able to forget that, it's the hottest thing anyone have done for me."

"Well, then observe closely."

Bryan opened his desk drawer and pulled out the small box of matches. His rubbish bin was mesh metal and best of all empty. He put the bin on his lap and lit a match.

"This contract is no longer valid. I'm not yours to treat like shit anymore," Bryan told Beau while looking into the camera.

Quickly, before the flame got closer to his delicate fingers, he held the piece of paper over the bin and moved the match to one of the lower corners of the paper. It caught fire quickly, and Bryan held onto it for as long as he could before dropping it into the bin. He coughed from the little smoke it generated, but apart from that he loved the feeling of being free. Not to mention the expression on Beau's face. Just as Bryan clicked the button to end the video call, the smoke alarm started practically screaming at him.

"Oh fuck!"

He looked at the little white thing sitting so high up in his ceiling and wondered how something so small could make so much noise.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I know where the smoke came from. There's no fire."

He opened his windows and went to open the windows in his parents' bedroom. Only when he opened his door did he hear the other smoke alarms in the house had reacted to the one in his bedroom. They were like wolves answering the calling from another. It took some time for the draft to clear the very little smoke from his bedroom, all the while the five alarms did their best to raise someone's attention. Bryan chose not to stay inside, but quickly ran down the stairs and out through the main entrance door.

Even with the door shut behind him, he could hear the high pitched wails from the smoke alarms.

I bloody well hope they'll shut up before mum and dad come home.

Still, he had no regrets of the dramatic way he had terminated the contract. If Beau didn't understand Bryan no longer was his to boss around, then it was his problem, not Bryan's.

Three minutes after Bryan had vacated his house, all five of the alarms simultaneously quit their crying wolf.

"About bloody time!"

Bryan hadn't put on his sneakers when he had bolted for the door, so he had been forced to stay on the large concrete steps in front of the entrance door. He went back to close the windows to prevent too much of the heat to enter the house and to get rid of the evidence. As he emptied out his bin behind the lean-to shed, he noticed a burn mark on the bottom of the bin.

Oh well, no one else will know it's there. I'm responsible for keeping my room clean anyway.

Chapter 71
The boy with the cool bucket hat

It was the middle of August when it was time to go to camp for Bryan. He brought with him a knapsack with his packed lunch, snacks, water bottle; jumper, spare set of trainers, a pair of socks, and a windbreaker. A towel, swimsuit and sun cream completed the stuff his mum had packed for him. He was wearing long trousers with legs that could be unzipped and turn them into knee-long shorts, a polo shirt and a sun hat. The sun hat had led to a rather heated debate between boy and his mum, Bryan would rather die from sun burn than having to wear the stupid bright yellow bucket hat.

Bryan was signed in and as quickly as his mum had gone out of sight, so had the sun hat.

If only she'd gotten me the camouflaged one it wouldn't have been so bad. That was actually rather cool. Like the one that kid over there is wearing.

The kid in question was an eleven year-old boy. His clothing much like Bryan's, apart from the fact his bucket hat was in camouflage colours. There were other kids there, but Bryan didn't pay them much attention, it seemed like they all knew each other. All, but the kid who stood a bit by himself, much like Bryan. Bryan shrugged his shoulders a little and walked towards the kid. He was meant to make friends on this camp that was his priority. It wouldn't be much fun to attend camp and not have any friends anyway.

Bryan felt extremely shy, but pushed his fears of rejection away as he got closer to the lone kid. He put on his best hi-I-want-to-be-your-friend-but-I'm-not-desperate smile and stopped about a meter from the boy.

"Hi, I'm Bryan."

"Hi Bryan. I'm Kieran."

"First camp for you too?"

"No, I've been to other camps, but it's my first one here. We only just moved here."

"For real? I just moved here too. Well, six weeks ago."

"I could sorta tell on the way you speak. You're from up north aren't you?"

"Not Scotland, but I s'pose it's close to the Scottish border. Where are you from?"

"I was born in Ireland, but moved to Wales when I was two, and now I'm here."

"I live out in Lewdown, not too far from here. 'Bout ten miles [15 km]."

"You're kidding! I live in Stowford."

"Stowford? Sheesh, I went through Stowford the other day when I biked to Roadford Lake."

"You biked from Lewdown to Roadford? By yourself?"

"Uh-huh."

"Wow! My parents would never let me do that."

"Well, I'm almost fourteen. My parents trust me, only I have to bring my phone."

"You don't look fourteen. I'm eleven."

"I know. I'm small for my age. Hardly any bigger than you."

"Who cares? It's better being small anyway."

"You think so?"

"Yeah, it's easier to get away with stuff. If you do something naughty," Kieran said and smiled.

"You're right, I guess."

"Do you know where you'll go to school yet?"

"Right here, Launceston College."

"Get out of here! That's where I'm going too. Don't tell me you're in year 7 too?"

"No, year 8."

"Oh well, close enough. What house?"

"Trevithick, I think it's called."

"I think we'll be seeing each other a lot then."

"You're in the same house?"

"Yes."

The boys turned to face one of the young adults as she asked for everyone's attention and followed her to sit on the grass. The next fifteen minutes was a short introduction of the camp personnel and dividing into smaller groups of eight kids. Both Kieran and Bryan were elated to find out they had been placed in the same group. For the next hour the kids introduced themselves to the other group members and the instructor explained what they were to do for the rest of the day and then it was time for a twenty minute snack break.

The day was a mix of events, where the kids had to work together and could work more independently at times. All of the day was spent outdoors, so it was a very tired yet very happy Bryan, his mum picked up at 5PM. He excitedly told her everything that had taken place and showed her the survival bracelet he had made from real paracord string. They shared a laugh over the nerve wrecking experience it had been for Bryan to test the hammock he had made with Kieran with very little help from the instructor.

He couldn't stop talking throughout dinner that night but nearly fell asleep as he had his evening bath. He certainly had no problems falling asleep with a little smile on his face, looking forward to what the next day would bring of exciting things to do.

The next day, Bryan and Kieran opted to work on another survival bracelet before their group assembled and started learning about cordage, how to make rope from fibres. The kids weren't really excited about collecting stinging nettles, Bryan was most certain he'd get stung from the leaves, but they were taught how to harvest the plants without getting stung. They happily traded their small harvest for the one the instructor told them had been collected by the kids at Easter. It was important the plants had dried, the instructor said.

They didn't really have much time to make rope, but at least they learned the principles. They used what little rope they had made to make improvements to the small lean-to shelters they had constructed the previous day. At break time, Kieran and Bryan decided to test their hammocks again, just to make sure they had survived the night.

"I'm going to make my own hammock for home, this is just so comfy," Bryan said.

"Do you have two trees close enough for it?"

"Yep, there's a small plantation close to my house. I think the distance between the apple trees is perfect for a hammock. Or two. One for me and one for you."

"I'd like that. Do you think your parents will allow me over for a play date?"

"Sure. I don't see why they'd object to that. They wanted me to make friends. I'll ask them tonight."

"Cool, I'll ask mine too."

The two boys continued talking quietly as they sat and whittled a piece of wood. They played a little impromptu footy after eating lunch, and spent the rest of the afternoon learning how to build a proper camp fire and then how to camouflage their camp. While waiting for their mums to come pick them up, they continued working on the survival bracelets.

"Mum, do you think Kieran can come over to our house on Saturday?"

"We have to ask your dad, Bryan. I'm not sure if it's such a good idea to let anyone come over. Not after what happened when Beau visited."

"Aw, mum! Kieran is nothing at all like Beau."

"I'm not implying he is. But talk to your dad first and hear what he says."

"Dad, can Kieran come to our house Saturday?" Bryan asked during dinner.

"Well, I have to consider that. Finish your dinner and go take your bath, you look about ready to crash."

"Yes, dad."

Bryan lay soaking in his bathtub when his dad entered the bathroom and sat on the toilet. Bryan didn't protest, his body was fully submerged in the soapy water. Besides, his dad was a guy and had seen him naked a number of times already.

"Your mum and I talked for a bit after you went up here, Bryan. You can have Kieran over, but you're not at any point to shut the door to your bedroom. I think you know why."

"It doesn't matter to me. Dad, Kieran is only eleven, I doubt he even knows what sex is. We haven't talked about anything like that at camp, and I'm not going to talk to him about it here or any other places."

"I don't care if you two talk about sex. I know what boys are like, I was one not so long ago myself. Just please try not to have sex. Even if it means asking him to leave early. Anything to prevent it from happening."

"You sound like you think I'm some kind of sex maniac. I don't miss having sex, I don't even think about it much."

"I'm happy for you. But it probably won't be long until you can't think about anything but sex. When that happens, you're welcome to ask me what to do about it."

"I already know about wanking, dad!"

"I'm not talking about that. There will be times when you can't wank, but can't stop thinking of doing it. It's what you'll do then, I can help with."

"Oh. Sorry."

"No need to apologize. Now, finish your bath before you wrinkle up completely. Sleep well, my son."

"Dad? Why did you stop kissing me goodnight? And waking me with a kiss like you used to?"

"I thought you had grown too old for kisses from your old man."

"I don't think I'll ever grow too old for wanting that."

Bryan's dad leaned over the edge of the tub and gently placed a soft kiss on his forehead.

"I'll never stop doing this at night until you tell me to."

Bryan smiled up at his dad.

"What did your parents say?" Bryan asked Kieran the next morning.

"My mum wants to talk to your mum to make sure it's okay first. So, she'll wait for her to come fetch you. If your mum comes around first, could you ask her to please wait?"

"Sure, I'd phone her right now, only I don't have my phone with me."

"Yes, it kind of sucks we can't bring them, but it's not like we need them to have fun. I like this camp, it's much better than the others I've been to."

"Speaking of phones, can I have your number please? I got Whatsapp on my phone if you have it, or Skype?"

"I got Skype on my computer. I use it to talk to my friends in Swansea and my gran. I don't have Whatsapp, is it good?"

"I haven't really tried it, only installed it. You kind of need to have friends to use it."

"I'll get it tonight. We can try it after dinner if you want?"

"Sure, I usually take my bath after dinner, but I can wait with that tonight."

"No it's fine, I bathe after dinner too. So, around half past eight?"

"I'll add you soon as I get home. On Skype too, so if Whatsapp won't work, look for me on Skype okay?"

"You bet."

It rained that day with heavy showers, still the camp didn't move inside.

"It's only if a thundershower should come by that we'll go inside. Besides this is a perfect chance to see if the shelters you built are waterproof," the camp manager told them at the morning assembly.

The shelters weren't exactly watertight, Bryan's and Kieran's least of all. The boys had to sit on a poncho and hold a large umbrella over them to keep from getting wet. It forced them to sit close together, but neither boy minded that. They had each gotten a white tee shirt that they had to dye with various colours to make a camouflage print. They tried copying the design on Kieran's sun hat but it wasn't as easy to do as it had sounded when Kieran suggested it.

It was a lot less fun for Bryan to learn about wilderness first aid, specifically when he practised on Kieran. Bryan had a flashback to when he had tried in vain to prevent Lewis from dying and had to be comforted by the camp manager for a time. He only joined the group at the lunch break. Kieran was concerned and wanted to know what had happened, but Bryan only told him it had reminded him of something bad he had experienced when he was younger.

Throwing tomahawks at big wooden targets was a lot more fun, especially when the small axe missed the intended target and went sailing through the air before landing on the grass behind the targets. The critter tasting wasn't as bad as Bryan had thought it to be. The small wriggly mealworm took a lot of guts to first put into his mouth and then quickly swallow whole. It was followed by a lot of water, but didn't really taste of anything, except maybe a bit nutty flavoured. All the kids except for one girl had one worm each.

"Mum! You won't believe what I did today," Bryan said the minute she had gotten out of the car.

"Bryan, calm down. I've had a really tough day."

"Sorry. But I ate a worm!"

"Good for you. Let me get you signed out and let's go home. We've got to make a stop at Tesco, there's no chance I'll cook anything tonight."

"Uh, would you mind waiting a bit? Kieran's mum would like to meet you. It'll only be like five minutes. Not a second longer. Please, mum?"

"And that had to be today of all days. Oh, hi there. Are you the Kieran, Bryan won't stop talking about?"

"Hello, Mrs. Bryan's mum. Sorry, I don't know Bryan's last name yet. I'm not sure if I'm the Kieran, but I am a Kieran, yes."

"Oops, sorry, Kieran. Mum, meet Kieran, yes, the Kieran. Kieran meet my mum, Alice Willowsby."

"Hello, Mrs. Willowsby. My mum should be here any minute now. She'd like to meet you before letting me come to your house. I don't know if she thinks you'd be a child molester or something, but it's just what she wants."

"Kieran!" Bryan said in shock.

"What? I didn't say your mum is a molester, she doesn't look like one to me, though I can't say I've ever met one before."

"Sorry, mum. He's just a kid. You know how kids are."

"I most certainly do. I've only raised one. Don't worry, Kieran, you'll be quite safe with both me and my husband."

"I'm not the one who's worried, my mum is. Bryan is too nice a lad to have been raised by molesters."

"Kieran! Stop using that word please," Bryan said insistently.

"Sorry, Bryan."

A short moment of awkward silence followed. Alice was finding it most amusing, Bryan really looked embarrassed while Kieran wasn't really affected by what he had said. The young boy reminded her of how Bryan had been at the age of five or six, before his mind had started maturing so much quicker than his body.

"There's my mum now, she's in the red Audi."

Thank God it didn't take longer. God, please, don't let Kieran's mum be anything like Kieran! Bryan thought.

"Mum! Over here! Mum?! Aw, she must think I'm still inside. Wait here please, I'll go fetch her."

"No it's alright, Kieran, I need to go sign out Bryan before they think he's run off. Let's all go in there."

They walked back into the sports complex where the instructors kept the kids busy until their parents could come collect them. Some wouldn't be picked up until 6PM.

"Kieran! I thought they'd lost you. You can't just walk out to the parking lot like that. Remember what happened at the camp when you were eight?"

Kieran shrugged his shoulders indifferently at his mum's mild lecture.

"Mum, this is Bryan and his mum, Mrs. Willowsby."

"How do you do?" Alice greeted Kieran's mum.

"Hello, Mrs. Willowsby, I'm Susan, Susan Byrne. You've already met my son Kieran I see. I hope he didn't terrorise you too much?"

"Oh no, Mrs. Byrne. He only thought I might be a molester."

"That's not exac…" Kieran started objecting.

"Kieran! You apologize to Mrs. Willowsby right this instant."

"Sorry, Mrs. Willowsby."

"Please, call me Alice. If our sons are going to be friends, we might as well skip the formalities, don't you think?"

"Right, Alice. I only wanted to put a face on the person who'd look after my boy on Saturday, if you're still interested after having met the little name caller. Kieran, don't for one second think we're not going to have a chat about this on the way home."

Kieran figured it best to walk away from his mum at this time and dragged Bryan along to watch a couple of kids playing table tennis. Soon they were all four playing, Kieran and Bryan against the two other kids.

"Bryan wasn't much better at that age. How old is Kieran? Bryan never told me."

"Oh, he's eleven, a very precocious eleven year-old, when he wants to that is."

"Bryan is thirteen, I hope Kieran has already told you."

"He did tell me he met a thirteen year-old, but Bryan doesn't look thirteen. Sorry, I spoke my mind."

"It's alright. He is a small thirteen, but that's how God intended for him to be. Just don't tell him you think he looks younger, he's not very happy about it."

"Oh I'd never say anything to make him upset. You mentioned God, are you religious by chance?"

"Yes, we're a proud Catholic family."

"Thank you, God! I was afraid you'd say you were Protestants. I know it shouldn't matter in this enlightened world, but it matters to me."

The two women spent the next fifteen minutes speaking to each other. Only then did one of the camp instructors politely point out that they hadn't paid for the PM club, so they had to take their boys and leave.

Alice gave him a hard look and called sharply for Kieran. Bryan went with him to the two mums.

"Kieran, we need to leave now. Our presence here isn't wanted. We'll come back tomorrow morning though. Say goodbye to Bryan now, properly, like I taught you how to say goodbye to friends."

Kieran stepped close to Bryan hugged him quickly and gave him a really quick peck on his cheek.

"Goodbye Bryan, I'll see you tomorrow!" he said in loud and clear voice.

"I'll see you tonight, on Whatsapp or Skype," he added in a much lower voice so only Bryan could hear it.

"Bye Kieran. See you in the morning."

While the boys had been saying their goodbyes, their mums had quickly exchanged phone numbers. Bryan went with his mum to the car, all the way trying to think of things to make his stiffy go away.

This is one of those moments dad told me about!

The small kiss from Kieran had caught Bryan completely by surprise, and though the peck hardly qualified as being sexy, it had made him get a super hard stiffy.

Surely Kieran wouldn't have kissed me unless his mum had forced him to do so. Telling him to say goodbye to me properly. Must be something the Irish do.

The stiffy hadn't gone away when they walked into Tesco, neither when they left the store with some ready to cook meals. It had almost disappeared when the car entered their driveway, only to come back most annoyingly when Bryan remembered what the touch of the soft lips on his cheek had been like.

I mustn't think of sex! I mustn't think of sex! I mustn't think of sex with Kieran! Oh crap, I mustn't think of sex!

The repeated words didn't work. If anything, they only seemed to reinforce his little hard-on. He kept mostly silent throughout dinner that night, didn't want to look at his dad for fear of him being able to see right through him.

Doug only thought Bryan was tired, the boy had been outside all day long for three days now, and it had been a rather cold and mostly rainy day.

Bryan had his bath that evening angrily looking at his stiffy that poked up through the shallow water like a periscope. Part of him wanted to wank it furiously, to find some form of release, the other part of him refused as he feared he'd only think of Kieran while doing it.

It'll only make me desire him even more. I can't fall for the temptation. Not until I'm sixteen.

His willy wouldn't take no for an answer, kept insisting that he put two of his fingers on it and just wank! It was hard not to keep touching it when he dried himself after the bath, the fluffy towel felt extremely nice, especially when he pulled back the foreskin to dry his little helmet-shaped glans. It almost felt like it was pouting when he put on his pyjamas shorts and covered it up without stroking it.

If it could talk, it would probably keep shouting the old Nike slogan, "Just do it!"

It got more excited as Bryan pulled out his notepad from the backpack and flipped through it to the page where he had written Kieran's phone number and email. Even more so when he created a new contact on his iPhone, one named Kieran and put the phone number in it. When he sent a Whatsapp message to Kieran, his boner literally throbbed inside his pyjamas shorts.

When his phone dinged and vibrated, signalling he had received a message from Kieran, it begged for him to just grab hold and do something. If nothing else, just hold it tight. Still, Bryan ignored it as best as he could.

Whatsapp is cool and all but lets go on skype.

The message was short and straight to the point so Bryan powered on his laptop after setting his iPhone up to be a hotspot. It wasn't long until he asked Skype to start a video session with his new friend.

"Hi Bryan," Kieran said in his sweet unbroken voice.

"Hi Kieran. Was your mum hard on you on the way home?"

"Boy, was she ever. I'm never going to say the word molester again. Oops, I just did."

Kieran's giggle was like music to Bryan.

"Your hair is all wet, didn't you dry it after your bath? And you have a nice chest!" Kieran continued.

"Oh, I forgot to put on my pyjamas top. Wait a sec, I'll put it on now."

"Don't bother, I don't mind. I'll take mine off if it'll make you feel better."

"NO! Sorry, no, don't do that. It's alright."

"Sure, I understand. If I was a girl with big boobies, it would be different right?"

"Not really. I just, nah, never mind. Just please keep your top on."

"Okay. No need to get all weird with me. We're friends. Oh, do you think they'll bring any tarantulas tomorrow?"

"Probably, I'm not going to touch one of them though."

"I am. Their hairs are so soft. You got to try it."

"No. I don't even like the small spiders we have here. They freak me out."

"Are you afraid of spiders?"

"They are yucky."

"I'm only afraid of the poisonous ones. I mean those that are poisonous to humans, all spiders are poisonous to small bugs and such."

"Gee, thanks for telling me that all spiders are venomous."

"Don't worry, most can't hurt you. Most spiders would have to bite you like a million times for you to even feel it."

"Argh, that's not making me feel any better. Just the thought of being bitten a million times… Owie."

"Heh, you still say owie?"

"No, not often anyway."

Bryan heard a more mature voice telling Kieran to go to bed so whoever it was could use the computer.

"Sorry, Bryan. My older brother is being a pest. I've got to go. See you in the morning. And just so you know, you do have a nice chest. I wish mine was as defined as yours."

"Sleep well, Kieran. See you."

Kieran likes my chest? Go to sleep willy, he didn't say anything nice about you! And don't tell me he would've if only he had seen you! It'll never happen.

Chapter 72
Confess your sins

The next day all 24 kids at the summer camp worked as a team to prepare four big camp fires and cook their lunch over open fire. After lunch they watched in awe as two instructors from ZooLab brought in various cages and plastic containers with live critters and animals. Land turtles, snakes, scorpions, tarantulas and even more critters were carefully studied by the kids. Some of the more adventurous kids touched and let the critters crawl on them. Bryan wouldn't go anywhere near the tarantulas and had to endure Kieran's teasing for it.

It was all in good fun though, Kieran knew when to stop and did well before Bryan would get angry at the younger boy. Afterwards they spent some time walking with their instructor identifying the different kinds of trees they passed by. They compared the leaves of some the trees to the pictures in the leaflet they had been handed, before being able to pinpoint what exactly they were.

When Bryan's mum came to pick him up, she waited for Susan to arrive. The two mums talked for ages while Bryan and Kieran chased each other around the parking lot.

"We're going to church on Sunday," Bryan heard his mum say as they were driving home.

"Why?"

"Susan made me realise we've been neglecting our duties as proper Catholics. We must go and confess our sins to God so we may be forgiven."

"Do I have to come?"

"Yes, you wouldn't want having to go through purgatory before being allowed into Heaven when you die."

"I s'pose not."

"Good. I'll have to ring the priest and let him know we'd like to confess."

"I don't even know how it's done."

"Bryan! I taught you. Don't you remember?"

"No. Sorry."

"Well, I'm sure you can find out on the internet. You can search for it when we get home and tomorrow you can think of what you want to confess. I want you to be fully prepared and ready for it on Sunday after mass."

"Yes mum."

"I can't say how happy this makes me. I'm so glad I met Kieran's mum. Susan is a really nice woman."

"I like Kieran. I hope he'll be a good friend."

"It's nice to see you behave more like a kid again, instead of being so mature all of the time. Just let yourself be a kid for a little while longer. You'll have lots of time being an adult."

"I'll try. I promise."

"Thanks to your mum I'm now forced to go to mass on Sunday. And not only that, I have to go confess all my sins too."

"It isn't as bad as you think it is."

"Not as bad? No, it's even worse. I looked at what is considered sins for a Catholic. There's a ton of them and I've done most of them. It'll take the entire day just to name them all."

"You can't list them all, no one does. You start with the harshest sin first and then only name two or three more. Then at the next confession you work your way down the list three or four sins per confession."

"I don't know how to prioritise my sins."

"Okay, here's what I say when I go to confess. Forgive me father for I have sinned. It's been seven years since my last confession."

Bryan giggled at that.

"Seven years?"

"It's really like seven days, but never mind that, just say how long it's been since your last confession."

"I don't remember."

"Oooh, that's a major sin right there! Right, tell him it's been much too long since your last confession. That'll work. I think."

"Okay."

"Then you go on to tell him the worse sin you've committed since your last confession."

"Uh, I'll have to think about that."

"Aw, you can't have done anything really bad. Mine are mostly about thinking impure thoughts."

"Impure thoughts? Oh, like thinking of girls."

"Something like that. And then how many times I've, you know."

"You do that?"

"Sure, everybody does. It isn't a big deal. And then I tell him when I've thought ill of my parents or my brother. Which is most every week."

"Right. And that's it?"

"Yeah, he'll then tell you what you have to do and you do it and all is forgiven."

"Thanks, Kieran. You've been a big help. See you tomorrow at camp."

"Yup. Sleep well."

"You too."

Bryan ended the video call. He could still see how his new friend had made the signal for wanking with his right hand and hear his words when he had said that everybody does it.

And to think I actually thought you didn't!

The last day of summer camp was the big one. Here the kids had to work as a group the entire day, with as little intervention from the instructors as possible. They had to go on a nature walk finding their own way using a compass and map to go to the different stations along the route. They never knew what they'd have to do until they got the station.

The first one for Bryan and Kieran's group was for each kid to walk a series of slack lines from one tree to another, about 100 meters [300 ft] total length. They had practised slacklining the day before, it had been a ton of fun trying to find their balance and then actually walk the line without any help. Kieran walked it first, he nearly ran across the lines, never had to stop and find his balance again.

It was a bit harder for Bryan, especially mounting the line had been problematic for him. With a helpful hand from Kieran he made it across the first and longest span, then he managed to walk the last three lines all on his own.

The next station was first aid, two of the kids had to use their survival bracelets to make a tourniquet, which they weren't really happy about. They thought their bracelets were so pretty it was a shame to undo them. That's when Bryan finally said something that made the entire group stop and listen. Bryan hadn't said much at all to the group, had mostly only talked to Kieran.

"You do know that the only reason for having a survival bracelet is to survive right? It's only an easy way of always having a length of small rope with you."

"He's right, here use mine. I don't mind," one of the girls in the group said.

All of the kids suddenly wanted to donate their bracelets to make the tourniquet.

About halfway through the course, they had to prepare their own lunch. There was chicken meat, at least the kids didn't have to slaughter a chicken themselves, and rice and lots of vegetables that had to be prepared as well as a fire to be built. After a lunch that all the kids agreed had to be one of the best they ever had, they continued on the course.

Back at camp, they helped each other tear down their shelters, hammocks and everything else that had been used during the week. When they had finished, there was no telling a camp had been set up, apart from some grass that had been flattened. Each kid got a diploma from the camp manager and then it was simply waiting for their parents to come sign them out and take them home.

Chapter 73
Bryan's law

Susan arrived just after breakfast the next morning with Kieran. The grownups talked about the manor and their plans for turning it into a B&B, while Kieran followed Bryan to his bedroom. The two boys talked about what they had experienced at camp, what they had enjoyed the most and the least. Making the hammocks and slacklining had been really fun, they both agreed. Bryan didn't think the ZooLab experience had been all so cool and certainly not the critter tasting, but was still proud of having eaten a live worm.

"I'd much prefer not having to do that ever again though."

"Yeah, mine felt like wriggling all the way into my stomach. It nearly made me sick. Remember when we dyed the tee shirts?"

"Yeah, it rained like crazy that day."

"It did. I'm happy we got to sit so close without anyone batting an eye at it."

"Why?"

"I was afraid someone might say it was gay that we sat right next to each other. I could feel the heat from your body, it was very nice."

"Why should anyone think it was gay? We were only sitting close so we wouldn't get wet."

"Well, I had my raincoat in my backpack. I didn't say so because I really wanted to sit close to you. Sorry."

"I liked it too."

"And up here we have the bedrooms, ours and Bryan's. The builders really did an amazing job with them, just wait until you see the bathrooms," Bryan could hear his mum say from the hallway outside his door.

The three adults entered his bedroom and his parents showed everything to Susan. They even opened his cupboard so she could walk into it and see the custom fit shelves and rack hangers inside the very small room. All of them went inside his bathroom and the two boys shared a look at the sounds of appreciation coming from Susan. When the trio had left for the master bedroom, Bryan got up and bid Kieran to follow him to the bathroom.

Kieran joined him and immediately started ooh'ing and ah'ing in a funny attempt to imitate his mum. Bryan nearly toppled over from laughing so hard when Kieran picked up the toilet brush and ooh'd at it.

"What's so funny?" Bryan heard his dad say.

Doug had snuck inside the boy's bedroom when he noticed the two boy's entering the bathroom at the same time.

"Kieran is. He's doing a great job impersonating his mum."

"I'll go tell her, I'm sure she'd like to see too."

"Oh, please don't Mr. Willowsby. It was only a harmless joke."

"My dad wouldn't do something like that. Would you dad?"

"No, just be careful when you do something like that Kieran."

"I'll try."

"Good. I better go see if the ladies need my help with anything."

"Dad, do we have any rope?"

"What do you need rope for?"

"I want to make a hammock with Kieran."

"Ah. Have a look in the shed, but don't go anywhere else in the manor. I mean it Bryan."

"Yes, Sir."

"Dad will suffice. Don't think I don't know you've been up in the loft. That could've gone terribly wrong, Bryan."

"Yes, dad. I'm sorry."

"You didn't get hurt that time, next time you might not be so lucky. So let there be no next time!"

"I won't."

"Good, then we understand each other. Now, go have some fun."

Rather subdued, the boys went outside to the shed.

"Man, your dad is tough," Kieran said as they entered the old lean-to.

"At times. Mostly he is quite nice though," Bryan told his friend.

"How are we supposed to find any rope in here? There's loads of stuff."

Bryan pointed at the rearmost wall. On a long rusty nail there was a coiled up rope.

"It looks kind of old. Do you think it'll hold?"

"Let's get to it first, there's no telling from here," Bryan said.

Kieran chose to stay where he was. The shed was stacked full of old gardening tools, bags of something indescribable and lots of other items that he didn't have a clue of what were. Bryan in the meantime pushed things out of his way and when he couldn't push something he'd either climb over or underneath it. He returned with the rope in hand. It was indeed old, but still seemed okay. It was about one cm thick, perfect for what they intended to do with it.

"I don't think there's enough for two hammocks here, Kieran."

"I think you're right. What if we make a large one, we could share it?"

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that. We'd probably need two sheets for strength. Ah, wait a minute. I got it. We can use the bedspread from my parents' bed. It's like 3 meters [10 ft] long and at least 2 meters [7 ft] across."

"Great idea!"

The adults were in the living room, chatting up a storm and didn't see the two boys sneak up the stairs and enter the, if not entirely forbidden to enter then at least only enter if allowed to, bedroom of Bryan's parents. There, on the bed, was the thick, white cotton bedspread they needed for making their deluxe two person hammock. Quickly they picked it up and snuck back out of the house. Bryan went back inside to the kitchen to get a knife for cutting the rope into two.

"The trees are over here, Kieran. Don't drop the bedspread, my mom will kill me if it gets dirty."

They worked together, bunched up the end of the bedspread before folding it over a stick, just like they had learnt at summer camp. It wasn't nearly as easy, since the bedspread was quite a bit thicker than the nylon sheets they had used at camp. Bryan tied the rope around the bedspread and while Kieran held it up, he tied it off to the tree. They did the same at the other end, then had to tighten it just a bit more as the bedspread nearly touched the ground.

"That there, is one big hammock, Bryan."

"Plenty large for two. I'll lay in it first, I'm the oldest."

Bryan sat on the hammock and carefully turned to lay on it. Kieran wasn't quite as careful, nearly made both of them fall from the hammock as he got in and ended up on top of Bryan.

"Hey, careful!" Bryan cried out.

"Oops, sorry."

Kieran tried his best to roll off of Bryan and each time he ended back on top of Bryan. Both boys giggled at the apparently impossible task of having Kieran lay next to Bryan in the hammock.

"Stop, Kieran! You're crushing me every time you fall back down. Just stay on top of me for now."

"You won't mind?"

"No, it's better than having your hips pretending to be a nut crusher every ten seconds."

"Ow, are you okay?"

"Yes. You didn't really hit me in the nuts, only got real close."

"Maybe I should try again then."

"Nooo! It bloody hurts when I get hit in the nuts."

"What if I do this then?"

Kieran made to grab Bryan's balls and Bryan quickly reached down to defend himself. The hammock was swinging wildly as they roughhoused in it. Each time Kieran tried to touch Bryan between his legs, the older boy grabbed hold of his wrist, both giggling like mad.

After a lot of failed attempts Kieran settled down.

"You really shouldn't touch me there, Kieran," Bryan said in a soft voice.

"Don't you like it?"

"Duh, I don't like having my nuts crushed."

"What if I only petted them?"

"I'd probably enjoy that far too much."

"What do you mean?"

"I'd only get a stiffy."

Kieran giggled.

"That's how it works, silly," he said and smiled at Bryan.

"I don't want to, Kieran."

"It won't make you gay if that's what you're afraid of. It's just fooling around."

"I know it doesn't make me gay. But, we can't fool around like that until we're sixteen."

"Why?"

"Duh, Kieran, it's sex!"

"So?"

"Haven't you had sex education yet?"

"No. I'll have it next term I think. If my mum will allow it."

"Well, we can't do such things until we're both sixteen. It's the law."

"That's stupid."

"It's to protect us. Sex is complicated."

"There's nothing complicated about wanking. You stroke your dick or your friend strokes it for you and good things happen."

"I know about that, but we really can't do it."

"Then I'll tickle you instead. Unless there's some stupid law against that too?"

"Only Bryan's law, if you want to tickle, you'll have to be right quick!"

With that Bryan dug his fingers into Kieran's sides and mercilessly tickled him. He did allow Kieran to tickle back and the hammock started swinging just as madly back and forth as when they had been play fighting. Only this time, both boys actually fell from it before they stopped. Afterwards, they spent an hour exploring a little of the large grounds Bryan's family owned. They quickly tore down the hammock before heading back to the house just in time for lunch.

Kieran kissed Bryan's cheek when it was time to say goodbye, but they met up on Skype not long after Bryan had watched the red Audi drive away.

"Are you alone?" Kieran asked Bryan.

"Yes, why?"

"Is your door shut?"

"Yes."

"Good! Watch this!"

Bryan watched the screen of his laptop closely as Kieran moved his webcam to show his hairless dick to Bryan.

"Kieran! I don't want to look at your stiffy!"

"You made it do that."

"I sure didn't."

"Well, I was thinking of you and it just went boing."

"Please, point the camera back at your face. I'll end the call if you don't."

"Aw, you're no fun. But okay, if that's what you want."

"It is."

"So, what do you think?" Kieran asked after he had adjusted the webcam.

"Of what?"

"My stiffy! What do you think?"

"Uh, it's a nice one I guess."

"Thanks. I kind of like it too. Do you have one now?"

"Nuh-uh."

"I don't believe you. Prove it!"

"Alright, I do have a stiffy. So what?"

"Can I see it? Just a little peak?"

"Kieran. Please, I don't want to show it to you."

"What's the matter, are you afraid mine is bigger than yours?"

"No, it isn't that. I promised my dad I wouldn't have sex with boys again until I'm at least sixteen."

"Cool, you did it before. What did you do?"

"I don't want to talk about it."

"It's nothing to be ashamed of, I wanked with two of my friends back in Swansea."

"Let's just say I did the same with a friend of mine okay?"

"Did you do more than that? I wanted to do more with my friends but they didn't want to."

"If you really must know, then yes. I've done more than that."

"Like what?"

"I'm not telling. I shouldn't even talk to you about this stuff."

"Aw, man! Don't be like Toby and Ryan. Please!"

"Maybe I'll tell you later but not now okay? It's nearly time for dinner."

"Promise? I really want to know."

"Okay, I promise. I got to go now. See you later."

"Bye Bryan. See you later."

Bryan ended the call, dinner wouldn't be ready for another thirty minutes, but he simply had to wank before going to the kitchen.

Why is it that every boy I meet wants to have sex with me? And why do they all have bigger willies than mine?

He could still see Kieran's stiffy as he quickly freed his own and started wanking at a massive speed. The young boy's dick had looked to be a good 3½ - 4 inches [9-10 cm] long but rather slim.

I'm sure it would feel nice to be fucked in the bum by it. But we just can't do that.

After dinner, Bryan had his bath and logged back onto Skype. Kieran wasn't online then, but Beau was. Bryan hadn't removed him from his contact list and now the older boy requested a video call. Bryan wasn't interested and declined. Another request for video popped up and again Bryan declined it. He could see Beau going offline after the second request had been rejected.

Beau, we had some fun, but it's over now. Don't contact me again.

Bryan sent the offline message to Beau and removed him from his contacts.

It's true, we did have fun some of the time. Most of the time actually. But it was mostly fun for Beau.

He had only just loaded Chrome to go to YouTube when he saw a popup telling him Kieran had signed on to Skype. But his new friend didn't send him any messages nor did he request a video call. It wasn't until Bryan was ready to shut down his laptop and go to bed when he got the request. He hit accept and waited for the video feed to start.

"Hi Kieran."

"Hey, what's up?"

"I'm just about to go to bed."

"Oh, I just talked to my gran, I told her about this cool lad I met at summer camp and how he lives only 2 miles [3 km] from me. I told her I really hoped he'd be my best friend."

"What did she say then?"

"She told me to be patient. If you, I mean the cool lad, wanted to my best friend too, then he'd tell me at some point."

"That's what grownups always say. Take it easy, relax, there's plenty of time. Well, there isn't, so yes, of course I want to be your best friend."

"I knew it!"

"Are you alone?"

"Uh, I'm in the living room, but right now I'm alone yes."

"Okay, it isn't hard now, but you showed me yours earlier, this is what mine looks like."

"'Tis a nice one. Does it shoot yet?"

"No."

"Aw, don't be sad. Mine doesn't either, but then there's no yucky stuff coming into our mouths if we suck on it."

"Heh, you're right about that, but who said anything about sucking?"

"Well, I'm not sure I'd like to fuck. At least not on the first date!"

"Oy, slow down. I didn't agree to do any sex stuff with you."

"No, not yet. But chances are you will, before long. You said you did it before. Am I too ugly for you, is that it? I know not many people like gingers. I could maybe get mum to bleach my hair, then I'd be blonde like you."

"It isn't that. You are cute, I just can't break the promise I gave my dad."

"He'd never know. I haven't told my parents about what I did with Toby and Ryan. If we're careful, nobody will ever know."

"You don't know my dad yet. He always finds out. Like he knew about me going in the loft."

"Maybe next time you shouldn't leave the entry door open."

"There's not going to be a next time."

"If you say so. I have to go to bed soon, but before I go, can you please show me your dick again? I really like it."

Bryan sighed, then got out of his chair and pulled his shorts down a little.

"No, make it hard. You saw mine. It's only fair I get to see yours too."

Bryan sighed again, more dramatically but wanked until his dick got stiff.

"It's a bit on the wee side, but it sure looks tasty."

Bryan hefted his shorts back up before sitting again.

"I wish it was bigger. But it's what I have."

"It doesn't matter, it's more fun to suck on I bet."

"You can keep on dreaming. That's something that won't happen for the longest time."

"We'll see. Oh and I'll see you tomorrow at mass. Did you find out what to say at your confession?"

"I had it all figured out, but after talking to you tonight I think I have to change it."

Kieran giggled.

"I'm sure you'll find out before tomorrow. See you."

"See you."

Chapter 74
Absolution

The next morning Bryan's mum made him dress up for church. She told him to wear his school tie, something Bryan would rather have been without. His dad had to tie it for him, he had undone the knot after the last day of school, thinking he'd never wear it again.

I should have burned the darned thing too!

Not only that, he had to wear a blazer as well, though not the one from school. That one had been donated to the school to give to someone who would otherwise have had problems affording to buy it. Bryan tried to get away with wearing a short sleeved shirt underneath the blazer, but the missing shirt cuffs gave him away.

"Mum, I'll die from a heat stroke in all these clothes."

"Nonsense, we've air-conditioning in the car and all churches are cold whether it's summer or winter. Put on your black leather shoes. Oh, Bryan, what on Earth have you done to your shoes?"

Bryan looked at the shoes he had just put on. They were a bit muddy and rather dusty, but other than looked okay to him. He did what he always did when he didn't know what to say, sheepishly shrugged his shoulders.

"Oh, I really don't have time for this now. Doug, go start the car and bring it to the door. Bryan, don't just stand there, go fetch me a damp dishcloth. For heaven's sake, take your shoes off before you go to the kitchen, Bryan, I can't very well polish them if you're running off in them, can I?"

Bryan kicked his shoes off in the general direction of his mum, which earned him another scolding for not taking care of his expensive dress shoes. When he returned with the dishcloth his mum was busily brushing one of his shoes and handed him the other.

"Wipe it off best as you can. From now on, you'll polish your shoes every week. If you don't do it properly, you'll get to polish your father's shoes too."

"Now put them on. No, undo the laces and put them on the right way, you'll only ruin the heel counters if you step into them like that."

Bryan was actually happy as he sat in the back seat of the Volvo and strapped himself in. He didn't even mind having to sit on the booster seat, though he was obviously much too old for something like that. At least if you asked him of his opinion on the matter. But sitting in the back of the car, meant his mum no longer had the opportunity to nag at him. Well, not unless she raised her voice anyway. He couldn't understand the fuss over going to church. It wasn't like they were going to be welcomed by God himself.

Only by some old priest who's probably just a wee bit too interested in young boys. Why else would they have altar boys? Though, I'd probably be more interested in a young boy than an old man, or an old lady, myself.

Bryan shuddered at the thought of having sex with an old lady and turned his thoughts to what he had planned to say at his confession.

Shit, what if I say something that'll make the old man die from shock? That's actually possible isn't it, with heart attacks and everything? "In tonight's news, we bring the terrifying story of the recently released from prison baby killer who killed a Catholic priest during confession.

He could vividly imagine the front page of The Sun with a large blow up of his mug shot from the police station at the center, and Lewis' last school picture on one side and the black/white picture of the priest on the other.

I better moderate myself. If the wiki I read is right, all my sins should be forgiven even if I don't mention them during the confession.

He was happy to see Kieran at the church, even if he couldn't sit right next to him in the pew. The much older boy who sat between them, could only be Kieran's older brother. The same ginger hair and the almost identical sprinkling of freckles on their faces made it quite obvious that the boys were closely related to each other. The mass was rather boring, but gave Bryan more time to worry about his confession.

When it was finally his turn to enter the small confessional, he made the sign of the cross before sitting on the stool in there. He could see the priest on the other side of the mesh covered window make the same sign. Bryan needed a second to compose himself but then started in a soft voice.

"Bless me father for I have sinned. I'm almost fourteen years old and this is my first ever confession. I have committed a lot of sins but the most important one must be to think I was smarter than God. I have questioned if God exist and I've used his name in vain. I've disobeyed my parents and kept things secret from them. I've committed adultery and I've envied other boys. For these sins and all my sins I am deeply sorry."

Bryan had figured the priest would go to the penance part and was rather surprised when he instead started asking follow up questions to what Bryan had told him.

"When you say you thought you were smarter than our Lord, what do you mean by that exactly?"

"Sorry, I'm really interested in science and the story of how God created the universe and Earth and everything doesn't make any sense to me."

"I see. You haven't been confirmed yet, I presume?"

"No, Father."

"I would like to invite you to our confirmation group. We discuss the creation and lots of other things there. You mentioned adultery, I suspect it might be the act of masturbation you've performed?"

"Yes, Father, that and other things."

"At your next confession, you will need to go into more detail. For now, what you've said will suffice. As your penance you will say three Hail Marys, one Our Father and you shall work harder at honouring your parents. Please read the Act of Contrition, it's on the wall next to the window."

Bryan read it out loud and the priest recited a condensed version of the prayer of Absolution.

"It was so strange," Bryan told Kieran on Skype after lunch the same day.

"Why?"

"I told him what I've done and all he did was invite me to the confirmation group. And then I had to say some Hail Marys, an Our Father and honour my parents."

"Oh, that's one of the tougher penances I've heard. Confirmation group, eh? You going to join it?"

"My mum would probably hate me if I didn't go. But how can I be part of something I don't really believe in?"

"I don't believe half of it either. It's just old stories and tradition I think."

"It's not only that, Catholics aren't allowed to do what I like to do."

"Like what?"

"It's kind of hard to talk about. But if we're really going to be best friends, I guess I'd have to tell you at some point anyway. I'm quite sure I'm gay. I've not been with a girl yet, but I'm not at all interested in it either."

"Wow. I don't know what to say."

"Well, that's me. If I confirm my belief in God, then I'd sin for the rest of my life or something like that."

"Everybody sins Bryan. That's what Catholics believe anyway. It's a sin not to sin, actually."

"What?"

"Aye. That's what my dad told me."

"I don't get that."

"Picture this, if you're perfect, then you'd be like God and you can't be that or think you're equal to him."

"Oh."

"Yes. Don't worry so much about it, just go to confession when you can and you'll get absolution. Then all is fine again."

"That's so weird."

"Just don't worry about it. Do what you want, that's what I do."

"You make it sound simple."

"That's because it is."

"Not to me."

"We'll have to talk later, my mum and brother just came home."

"Okay. Think you can come over tomorrow?"

"It's Monday tomorrow. I don't think my mum will let me go to your house alone. I'll ask. See you later!"

"Bye Kieran."

Chapter 75
Watching Kieran

"Dad, if Kieran gets permission can he visit me tomorrow?"

"You'd be all alone, are you ready for taking on such a big responsibility?"

"Responsibility?"

"Yes, you'd be minding a younger boy. It would be like babysitting him."

"Uh, I didn't think of it like that. But, yes, it wouldn't be a problem. Kieran isn't so little."

"He's still only eleven years old. That's almost three years younger than you. No matter what you think, you've learned a lot in the last three years he hasn't."

"Right. Still, I don't think there'd be any problems."

"It's okay with me. But any sign of trouble, you'd better be on the phone with me ASAP!"

"Thanks, dad! I won't let you down."

"I'm not worried about you letting me down. I'm worried about your and Kieran's well-being."

"I'll take great care of him."

"I know you will, go help your mum prepare dinner, you'll need her permission as well."

"Drat, I totally forgot."

"Don't tell her that."

"Oh, trust me, dad, I'd never do that!"

Since it was really too early for cooking dinner or even preparing for it, Bryan vacuumed the entrance hall, staircase, living room and kitchen. Much to his mum's pleasure and no less amusement. She was only waiting for her son to finally ask her whatever it was he wanted. When he started washing the stone floor, she knew it had to be something big. Maybe he'd ask for a game console or something. Which would be devastating for both of them as it was something there just wasn't room for in the budget.

It had been tough enough to send Bryan to summer camp, but the outcome of it had been so much more than expected. Not only had Bryan made a friend, but the friend's mum had turned out to be so nice too. Alice still hadn't met Kieran's father, he was out of town on business.

Alice said no, when Bryan asked if she'd like him to clean their bedroom and their bathroom. She'd just done that the day before, so it wasn't necessary. He then took out the rubbish, and finally he approached her, almost shyly.

"Mum, would it be okay if I looked after Kieran here tomorrow?"

"Why would you do that? Is Susan going out? What about his brother, Rowan?"

"Uh, I think his mum will be working tomorrow and I don't know about Rowan."

"Wait, so you've not been asked to babysit Kieran."

"Uh, no. Sorry, mum. I just thought it would sound better if I said I'd watch him. You know, instead of just having him over?"

"You almost led me to believe Susan would go behind my back and ask you if you'd babysit her son. Bryan, that wasn't very nice of you."

"Sorry, mum."

"Well, you did act rather mature cleaning and everything. Did you ask dad?"

"Yes."

"What did he have to say?"

"He said it was okay, but only if it was okay with you."

"Well, put on your apron and help me prepare dinner, then we'll discuss some rules and if you agree to them, it'll be fine with me."

"I'll do anything! Thanks, mum."

"Not so fast young man. You haven't heard my demands yet."

"It doesn't matter, I'll agree to anything you tell me."

"Like taking out the rubbish every night?"

Bryan scrunched up his nose at that, but nodded.

"Yes, I can do that."

"And be in charge of the weekly cleaning of the house?"

"The entire house?"

"Well, only the parts that's been renovated so far of course."

"That's what I meant. It's still a lot of work."

"Bi-weekly then. You'll do it one week, and I'll clean the week after."

"Hmm. Deal, but only if you do the beddings. I can't do that. I'm not big enough for that yet."

"Okay. If Susan says yes, then you can have him over. But, you are to ring every hour he is here to let me know everything is fine. If you miss as much as one phone call, I'm getting in the car and coming home. Trust me, if the house isn't burnt down when I get here, you'll be in a lot of trouble."

"Okay, so if I miss one call, I'll set the house on fire, got it."

"Don't go there Bryan. You know what I mean."

"Sorry, mum. I understand."

"Good. Every rule we've set for you when you're home alone applies to both of you. Make sure Kieran understands them too. And remember, since you're in charge, you're also responsible for him."

"Yes. I know."

"Right. If Kieran tells you his mum has agreed to it, then ask him to have her call me."

"I will."

"Good, I can see you're almost tripping over yourself to go tell him the good news so off you go. I can manage the rest from here."

"Thanks, mum. You're the best!"

"And don't you ever forget that."

All set here. You're welcome to come by 2moro any time you want

It wasn't but a minute later Bryan's phone beeped.

I cant go. My mum won't let me bike there alone. Shes worried about the traffic on 4 street

Are you going to stay home alone then?

No my brother will be looking after me

He could bike with you and go back after you cleared fore street? It would mean hed get to do what he wants 2moro

I'll ask. Sec

Bryan didn't have to wait for long.

Mum says yes and so does rowan. I'll be there round 9. OK?

YES! Itll be so cool. Cant wait. Talk later ok?

After bath. CU.

Almost forgot have your mum call mine

KK

Bryan went back to the kitchen and told his mum to expect a phone call from Kieran's mum, then helped set the table for dinner.

Chapter 76
Don't pee on the carpet

The next morning, Bryan waited outside on the concrete steps for Kieran to arrive when he saw a big tipper lorry slowly drive up the small pathway connecting the manor to the small public road. He observed as the driver slowly but steadily increased the angle of the tipper the closer he got to the manor. It looked kind of cool, had to be somewhat difficult to get the pebbles to spread out so evenly behind the massive lorry.

Bryan was too busy watching the tipper that he only saw Kieran at the last moment. The boy was pushing his bike through the loose pebbles and about 20 meters [65 ft] behind him was his brother, also pushing a bike.

When Kieran got closer to Bryan, he asked him why Rowan had come.

"He wanted to see the manor up close. Don't worry, he'll leave just now. He has our house to himself, I think he'll invite his girlfriend over. What's up with the lorry?"

"My mum was tired of all the mud in the driveway. It messed up the cars too quickly. My dad doesn't think this'll make it any better, but she insisted."

"It looks better though."

"It does, but he said it would only take little time for the pebbles to be driven into the dirt and the mud to return."

"You really live inside this, uh…" Rowan started asking, but had trouble finding the proper word to describe what he saw.

"Manor?" Bryan suggested.

"I know it's a manor, only it looks about ready to come tumbling down."

"There's still a lot to be done, but stage one is done."

"Stage one?"

"Yes, that's how my dad explained it to me. Stage one means to renovate just enough to live in it, stage two is to make the rest wind and watertight. Stage three will be fitting insulation and renovating the inner walls, floors and ceilings, oh and all the installations would go in there too. Stage four will be furnishing all the remaining bedrooms. And then the gardens and stuff outside will be last."

"It doesn't sound too bad when you split it up like that."

"No, but it'll still be years before everything is done. The builders kept finding things that had to be done when they renovated the small part we live in now. It really stressed out my parents."

"I can imagine. Anyway, I'm going to split now. You guys better not do anything I wouldn't."

"So, we can do pretty much what we want?"

"Kieran, you listen to what Bryan says. If you don't, I'll smack you myself."

"I'll behave. Just go, I'm sure your girlfriend is already waiting for you to ring her."

Rowan winked at his little brother, got onto his bike only to dismount it again 30 meters [100 ft] away. The big tipper lorry was approaching the manor more quickly now, the tipper slowly going back down. The driver drove right up in front of the house and jumped from the cabin.

"Hello!" he greeted the two boys.

"Hi," Bryan greeted back.

"I have to get some more pebbles, the road, or whatever you'd call it, is in a much worse state than my foreman thought. It'll take at least two more roundtrips. Do you think your dad will be okay with that?"

"It'll be more expensive then?"

"Some, it'll mostly be the extra fuel needed and my pay of course. The pebbles are fairly inexpensive."

"I have to phone my dad and ask first."

"Alright. Can you do that while I figure out a way to get back out of here? I thought I'd be able to just drive around, but now I see that's not possible."

"Sure. I only have to get my phone. Oh, please stay off the lawn, or what's supposed to be one, the ground is really soft there."

"Thanks, kid, will do."

As Bryan stormed up the stairs to his bedroom, he could hear the lorry's engine rev up slowly and then the incisive high-pitched beeping indicating it was backing up. As he dialled his dad, he could hear how the lorry driver went back and forth in the courtyard outside the main entrance. He'd always thought of the courtyard to be really big, but the lorry that had just entered it made it look like a post stamp.

The three-axle semi-trailer with the tipper was able to load about 30 tonnes of pebble and the entire vehicle was more than 20 meters [65 ft] in length. Just about the same as the courtyard out in front of the manor.

"I'm sorry Bryan, your dad is in a meeting right now. Can I take a message to him?" The receptionist at his dad's work told him.

He had waited for two long minutes listening to the phone ringing, before it had been connected to the front desk.

"No thanks. I'll just try ringing my mum."

His mum wasn't picking up her phone either.

Why did they tell me to ring them if I had any kind of problems? They're not available anyway!

He went back outside to where Kieran was standing, well out of the lorry's way. To Bryan's eyes it didn't look like much had happened even with all the noise. He waved at the lorry, trying to get the driver's attention before moving towards it.

"What did he tell you?" The rather frustrated young driver asked.

"He said it was okay. Uh, he said something about the mud only going to seep back up through the layer of pebbles?"

"He isn't wrong about that. I'm not an engineer, but I've done this for quite a while. The road you have now is only a dirt road, there isn't any solid foundation so the pebbles will be forced into the ground and you'll need to put a new layer on top of it. Probably once every year for a good few years to come."

"Is there any way to stop that from happening?"

"If it was my road, I'd start with a decent layer of slate, then put pebbles on top of that."

"How much would that be?"

"For a stretch of road that's what, 250 meters [800 ft] long and 2 meters [7 ft] wide?"

The driver pulled out a calculator and started punching in numbers.

"Hmm, about 20 grand."

Holy Shit!

"How much did my dad pay for what you're doing now?"

"7.5 grand."

"So it would be 12,500 pounds more to do it proper?"

"Yes."

"Right, I doubt my dad would ever agree to that. How much will it be if you just get enough pebbles to finish the job you've started?"

"About a thousand pounds would cover the extras."

"Oh, sorry, Sir. I just had a thought. You've been covering the entire width of the driveway now right?"

"Yes."

"Is there a way to only cover where the cars will drive? Like, a 50cm wide trail on each side of the path and leave the middle free?"

"I'd need to get another trailer for that, but yes."

"That should be half of the cost of covering it fully and properly?"

"Just about, yes."

"If I'd pay say, 750 pounds in cash, would it be possible to get a rebate? So it would be like 8,250 pounds total?"

"Shoot, I don't know kid. Do you even have 750 quid in cash?"

"I do. Just look at where I live, if you don't believe me."

The young driver scratched the back of his head while looking at the manor.

"If you give me the money up front, then we have a deal."

"I'll have to get it first. Why don't you see if you can get the lorry out while I go get them?"

"I think I'll just back it out of here all the way to the end of the driveway."

"You can do that?"

"Sure, it's no big deal. It'll take a while though. Meet me at the end of your drive then I'll make sure the driveway will be able to last for at least a good ten years before it'll need to be recoated."

"Deal! Kieran, see if you can help guide him back out on the road please. But don't get yourself killed while you do it."

The younger boy who had kept silent all the while Bryan had discussed with the driver nodded at the order. Then listened to the driver telling him what signals to use and where he should be for the driver to see him. Meanwhile Bryan ran back up the stairs to his bedroom and dove in under his bed. Bribing the driver to properly fix the driveway would take more than half of what he had left of the money he had earned when forced to letting men use his mouth and bum.

Still, if it meant his mum and dad would be just a little happier, he didn't mind spending his money like this. After all, he didn't really have much to spend money on, as it had to be spent on things his parents wouldn't be able to tell had cost more than he could afford with his pocket money.

The envelope under his bed only contained £675 so he had to break into his money box. Quite literally too, the ceramic piggy wouldn't allow him to empty it out through the opening in its belly, so full of notes it was. He smashed it into the floor, had to hurry as the driver by then surely had to be waiting for him at the end of the road, probably holding back any traffic on the public street.

He put the 150 five-pound notes into the envelope and left the mess of coins, notes and pieces of his old piggy bank scattered over his bedroom floor. The driver chuckled while looking at the contents of the envelope and asked Bryan if he had saved all the pocket money he had ever been given throughout his life.

"No, but close."

"Right, kid. I'll be back in about an hour with another trailer and the first load of slate. I'll just start from the courtyard, it'll be easier for me. It should also compact the ground a little before the slate goes onto it."

"You know more about that than I do. Anyway, I'm home the rest of the day. You can just ring the doorbell if you need me."

Bryan and Kieran watched the driver back the rest of the way out onto the street and leave. They started back towards the manor, walking next to the pathway. Bryan could easily tell where the wheels of the lorry had pushed the small 20mm pebbles into the sodden dirt. Shallow puddles of muddy water had already started forming in several places along the pathway where the pebbles had been unloaded in a nice even layer.

Mum wouldn't have been pleased with this at all. And that would only have started another argument when I'd gone to bed tonight. I did right by spending half my money on making it much better.

"Did you really save all the pocket money you've ever gotten?" Kieran wanted to know as they walked towards the manor.

"Something like that. I get most I need from my parents anyway."

"And you just spent it all on a stupid driveway?"

"You wouldn't understand why, even if I tried explaining it. But, yes, some of it."

Bryan's mum chose to ring Bryan right then.

"Hi, mum."

"Is everything okay? I can see you've tried ringing me."

"Yes, the driveway guy had some questions, but it's all sorted now."

"Good. If I don't answer when you ring me next time, just send me a text letting me know all is fine."

"I will. Stop worrying."

"I'm not worried. Okay, I am a little. Could you put Kieran on the phone, please?"

"Sure, wait a sec."

He put a finger over the microphone and hurriedly told Kieran not to say a word about the money he had just given to the driver.

"Hello?" Kieran said into the phone.

Bryan couldn't hear what his mum said but thought she asked his friend if everything was fine.

"My brother tagged along and dropped me off at your house… Yes… Yes, Mrs. Willowsby, I'll tell him… Bye now."

"Your mum wanted me to remind you of the rules and said there are snacks and a bottle of soda in the fridge. She also made lunch for us and it's in the fridge too, ready to be popped into the micro."

"Cool. So, the rules, well you know most of them by now I think. No outside shoes indoors, no peeing on the carpet in the living room, no farting while sitting at the table. Let's see what else, oh yeah, no snooping around in their bedroom and absolutely no exploring in the old parts of the manor. That's about it."

"Your mum had to tell you not to pee on the carpet?" Kieran laughed.

"No, I only said that to see if you were listening."

"So, what should we do? It's too early for lunch yet."

"And it's not nearly warm enough to do something outside. Want to watch a movie until the lorry returns? I want to watch what he does for a while when he gets back."

"Sure. What movies do you have?"

"Wanna watch Frozen 2?"

"What?!"

"Hah, only kidding. If you can stomach it, I know where my dad keeps his old horror movies."

"Horror movies? In the middle of the day? Isn't that kind of lame?"

"Well, have you watched Poltergeist? I mean the original one, not the remake?"

"I haven't watched either."

"Trust me on this, you'll want to watch it in the middle of the day. Don't worry though, I can make my bedroom pitch black."

Chapter 77
They're heeere

The boys took a couple of the backrest cushions from one of the sofas in the living room and brought them to Bryan's bedroom. Kieran set up a nice space to watch a horror movie from on top of Bryan's bed, while the older boy went to his parents' bedroom. The Blu-Ray box he wanted was in their cupboard.

Bryan returned with the box in hand and saw how Kieran had turned his bed into an almost nest-like cosy place for two. He loaded the first movie of the Poltergeist trilogy into his Blu-Ray player, powered on the TV before he went and pulled the curtains in front of his windows. The once so bright bedroom got darker for each of the curtains he pulled.

"Do you want me to close the door, Kieran?"

"Yes please."

"Okay, turn on the lamp."

The small bedside lamp lit up only portion of Bryan's bedroom, the curtains in front of the two windows blocked all daylight, not even the tiniest ray of light managed to penetrate the blackout curtains. With the door now shut, only the light from the small lamp and the TV lit up the room. It was the proper atmosphere for watching a horror movie and it only got better when Bryan shut off the lamp as he laid on the bed next to Kieran.

He started the movie and it wasn't long until Kieran thought it best to have a pillow handy to hide his face from the things taking place on the telly. Bryan had seen the movie once before, alone, though it had been with the volume turned almost all the way down and he hadn't had the curtains blocking out the daylight then. Watching it again with the volume turned up high and Kieran by his side didn't make him feel any less scared than the first time he had seen it. The sudden squeals from the younger boy and jerky movements scared Bryan more than the actual movie did.

The ringing of his phone scared Bryan at first, but he was only happy to pause the player.

"H-h-hello?" He stuttered after answering the phone without looking at the display.

"Bryan? Are you okay?"

"Oh, hi dad. Yes, yes I'm fine."

"Did the guys from the gravel pit arrive yet? For the driveway."

"Uh, oh yes, he had to do more than just one run though. I'm expecting him back any minute now."

"That's fine. Is Kieran there with you?"

"Yes, he's here," Bryan said into the phone and whispered to Kieran, "It's my dad."

"Hello Mr. Willowsby," Kieran said loud enough for Bryan's dad to hear.

"Right. I have to get back to the meeting, I'll see you later son."

"Bye dad."

As Bryan hung up the phone, he could hear the noise from a lorry backing up. The high-pitched beeping was the first he noticed, then the deep rumble from the diesel engine as it came closer.

"Let's go outside for a bit. We can watch the rest after," Bryan suggested.

"Great idea. I need to go tinkle first. Meet you downstairs?"

"Okay. Lift up the seat, you went all over it last time you were here."

Bryan saw Kieran smirk at him as the younger boy walked to the bathroom. He didn't linger but ran down the stairs two steps at a time. The lorry had backed all the way up and into the courtyard and he walked towards it. The driver was already standing at the back of the tipper trailer and was adjusting what seemed to be a really heavy and durable piece of steel.

"Hi," Bryan said.

"Hello again. Mind lending me a hand here? You only need to hold this handle upwards while I adjust the slider."

"Uh, sure. What's it for?"

"When I lift the tipper, the slate will start sliding back and off. If we didn't fit these sliders in, then it would just fall out like the pebble did in the beginning of the pathway. The sliders will look like the letter A when we manage to get them in the proper place that is. For fuck's sake… This piece of shit might as well have been welded to this other piece of shit. Just let go for a bit, I'll have to give it a bit of motivation."

Bryan let go of the not very clean handle. The driver lugged back a heavy two-hand hammer and started 'motivating' the steel slider. Bryan had to cover his ears as the lean man worked.

He's truly beating the crap out of it. I wouldn't want to be motivated by him.

Bryan expected the steel to bend or at least get dented from the heavy hammering, but he almost couldn't tell where the lean driver had hit the slider once he stopped again.

"Right, let's try this one more time. I think I got it working."

Bryan reached back up towards the handle, had to stand on his toes and really stretch to push it upwards. With a screech the slider started moving away from him.

"That ought to do it, let me adjust the angle a bit, then you can let go again."

The driver had Bryan walk to the other side of the trailer and push up the handle unlocking the other slider. This one wasn't stuck and moved relatively easy to form the right hand side of the A. The driver picked up a heavy adjustable square pipe and placed it so it locked the two sliders in place.

"There's the A, well, if you were looking down at it from above. When I lift the tipper, the big gate you see in there will open just enough for the slate to come out then the slate will reach the top of the A and traverse down the sides of it. It should, no, it will make two tracks of slate when I drive forwards."

Bryan tried to see the gate in question, but couldn't really see much. It only looked like a large solid steel wall to him.

"Stand well back when I start, I'd hate having to dig you out from under a pile of slate."

Taking the drivers advice, Bryan moved 15 meters [50 ft] away from the tipper and watched as the driver got back into the cab of the tractor. He could hear the engine rev and see the black smoke pouring out the twin exhausts high up in the air. Almost in slow motion the tipper started lifting at the end closest to the cab and he had to cover his ears yet again as the slate inside the long tipper shifted. As the lorry started driving forwards, the gate he had been told about opened.

"Way cool!" He heard Kieran shout right next to him.

The driver kept the lorry driving slowly forwards and the slate glided noisily through the two openings at the rear or the tipper. The slate fell to the ground and filled the deep muddy trench-like tracks made by the heavy lorry.

"It almost looks like a really wide railroad track."

"You're right. This had better be working. I spent so much money on it and my parents even more."

"Why doesn't he fill it all the way up to the edge?"

"He's going to put a layer of pebbles like the ones at the start of the driveway on top of this."

"Oh. Right. Want to go back in and watch the rest of the movie? I loved when she said that: They're heeere."

"You were too busy hiding behind my pillow and squeezing my arm to see anything."

"Was not!"

"Okay. I dare you to watch the rest of the movie without trying to cover up then."

"Oh crap."

"It's only a movie."

"Yeah, but it is quite scary."

"It'll only get scarier."

"Shit. Alright. But if I win, what do I get?"

"I dunno. What would you like?"

"The rest of your money laying all over the floor? Nah, I'm only kidding about that. I'd want to wank with you after we've had lunch."

"Kieran, I told you we can't have sex until you're 16!"

"I'm not going to tell anyone and if you don't either, who'll find out?"

"Is this what you really, really want?"

"No, but it's a good start at least."

"Fine. But, if you look away from the telly even once, then you lose. And if you do, you'll not try to get me to have sex with you until you're 16. And that includes wanking even if it's just wanking in the same room."

"You're no fun, but you better prepare for wanking right after lunch, 'cuz I'm not going to lose."

"We'll see."

"Aren't you supposed to call your mum about now?"

"Oh shiit! She's probably already sent the coppers for us. There goes your wanking then."

"Move it then. Quickly now."

"Hi mum. Sorry, I'm late."

"You were supposed to ring me ten minutes ago, Bryan. If this is how you'll go about for the rest of the day then you won't be allowed to look after Kieran again."

"I'm sorry! I was outside talking to the driveway guy and I lost track of time."

"Oh. Well, when you hang up after this call, you will set the alarm on your phone to 60 minutes. Then you will ring me. Keep the phone on you at all times, you hear me, young man?"

"Yes, mum."

"Good. Now, go back to whatever it was you two were doing."

"Okay, mum. Bye, mum."

"Bye, Bryan."

Bryan had to fiddle with his phone for a couple of minutes before finding the right app and setting up a timer. He set it to 57 minutes, figuring that was close enough to when his mum would expect him to ring her again.

"Is she always like this?"

"No, today she's being particularly nice."

"Really?"

"Well, she's letting you stay here even if they're not home."

"I guess that's true."

"Right, scaredy-cat, ready for some more horror? Good thing you already had a pee, you're not going to wet yourself now even if you should really want to."

"Bah, it's only a movie."

Bryan laughed, yes it was only a movie and the special effects not very good, but he was sure the younger kid would have to look away at least once.

Surely he won't be able to keep watching when the steak rots and the maggots pour out of the chicken leg. Or when the guy tears off his face. Or when the clown drags the boy under his bed. He'll lose the dare and I won't have to have sex with him. It could've been nice, but it's just too risky. No, it's simply not worth the risk.

Even if Kieran did jump, moan and even squeal at times, he didn't once look away from the telly. Of course, he blinked, but didn't keep his eyes closed for longer than was really necessary. Bryan didn't watch his friend all of the time, but at the more frightening scenes he did look over at him.

As the credits started rolling over the screen, Kieran breathed out deeply then turned to face Bryan.

"If I'm getting nightmares over this, I'll tell on you. Maybe we should've just watched Frozen 2."

"I don't have Frozen 2, it was only a joke. We can watch another movie after lunch, a comedy or something to take your mind off the Poltergeist."

"After we've had a nice wank, yes."

Bryan sighed.

"After that I guess."

"It'll be really nice. I can't wait to see your dick up close. You didn't allow me a proper look of it on Skype."

"I did that on purpose. I didn't want you too hot and bothered just before you had to go to sleep."

"Hot and bothered? Come on, you only showed me your dick. It looked like a nice one but it isn't really going to make me ultra horny."

"What would then?"

"I'm not saying. You'd only laugh at me."

"I promise I won't laugh."

"You can make promises all day long, I'm still not saying."

"If you're not going to tell me what it is then I can't do it for you."

"It's fine. It's kind of silly, so just forget it."

"Okay. Help me with lunch then."

Lunch was easy, Bryan's mum had pretty much prepared everything; the boys only had to pop some pieces of the leftover roast from last night's dinner into the microwave. She'd made a bit of potato salad and that along with some pieces of bread made up lunch.

"Would you want Coke or water?" Bryan asked Kieran after he had been on the phone with his mum.

"Just water. We can drink the soda when we munch on the snacks later."

"As you wish young Sir. Can I help you with anything else?"

"Stop acting like a butler! Just sit and eat your food."

Bryan giggled along with Kieran and sat at the table next to him.

After they had rinsed off their plates and put them in the dishwasher, they went back to Bryan's bedroom.

Kieran went straight onto the bed and patted the mattress next to him.

"Uh, I'll go pee first. I'll be right there," Bryan said and went into his bathroom.

He shut the door behind him. He wasn't at all sure if he could not only disobey his dad but also perform a sin in the eyes of God.

Did the priest not tell me to go and sin no more? But what does a priest know about being a boy and wanting to have sex, anyway?

Bryan sighed and went to stand in front of his loo. He actually had to pee, that was no lie. When he had finished he flushed the toilet and turned to the sink before realising he'd have his hand back on his dick again in just mere minutes.

No point in washing my hands only to wash them again after wanking.

He'd made up his mind to wank with his friend. Who could be harmed by that, when it clearly was something Kieran wanted to do? Bryan wanted to as well. He was only a boy after all and what boy doesn't want to wank? His parents just couldn't know about it, ever! As to the sinning, he remembered what Kieran had told him.

A Catholic is supposed to sin. And wanking can hardly be a mortal sin. It isn't like I'm hurting anyone by doing it. I'm not exactly forcing Kieran to wank with me.

He walked back into his bedroom and saw Kieran half sitting, half laying with his back propped up by one of the sofa cushions from downstairs. He had pulled down his shorts and underwear and was playing with his stiffy. Bryan thought it looked like the younger boy was pinching his foreskin with two fingers. Bryan didn't hesitate and joined Kieran on the bed. It was only a short moment later he too had bared his pelvis by pushing his shorts down.

"Can I have a proper look at it now?" Kieran asked.

Bryan nodded, didn't trust his voice, at this point ready to allow Kieran to do whatever he wanted.

"Move your hand out of the way."

Bryan reluctantly moved his hand from his willy. He feared hearing the laughter coming from the younger boy, but fully expected to be humiliated. It gave him a weird feeling in his body, centred in his pelvic region. It confused him when he realised that the thought of being humiliated by his younger friend actually made him horny. Not just a little horny, he felt like bursting at the seams, his stiffy pulsating with every heartbeat.

Kieran didn't humiliate Bryan, but apparently a proper look in his world meant not just watching from different angles but also touching. Bryan moved his hands under his bum which pushed up his pelvis and also prevented him from reaching up and stopping the younger boy's exploration. It had been far too long since someone other than himself had touched his willy.

It had been far longer since Kieran had touched a penis other than his own. The eleven year-old had wanted to touch his two wank buddies' penises but had been ridiculed at the request. He had briefly felt up a boy in nursery school and allowed the boy to cup a feel back, but that was so long ago and had only been for a very short moment. They had both been giggling at the naughtiness of their fairly innocent game and from the rather tickling sensation of having another boy touching their penis.

The small boy, Kieran couldn't even remember his name now, hadn't been hard and neither had he been able to stand still for more than a second at a time. It made Kieran appreciate Bryan so much more. The older boy had been somewhat annoyingly resilient about not wanting to have sex, but had finally agreed to it in the end. At least wank, the other stuff would have to come later.

And it will! And I'm not waiting until I turn 16 for it either. Bryan must be mental for wanting to wait so long.

"Touch mine?" he asked Bryan.

Bryan didn't hear the words as a question but an order and he moved his left hand out from under his bum. He reached over and gently grabbed hold of Kieran's willy. The foreskin moved easily, slid back from the reddish and slightly moist helmet. The younger boy's dick was indeed larger than his own, not double the size, but almost.

Kieran shuddered as he felt Bryan's expert touch on his dick. It felt better than he had thought it would, particularly when the older boy used his index finger to lightly tickle the front of his bared dick head. When he tried to do the same to Bryan, he found the foreskin to be quite a bit tighter than his. He stopped when Bryan moaned, worried he had hurt his new best friend.

"No, it'll slide back, you only have to do it a bit harder. It won't hurt me," Bryan explained quietly when Kieran asked him.

Thus reassured, Kieran gripped the smaller dick harder and pushed firmly at the foreskin. It stretched enough to allow the dick head to pop out and stayed back when he released it. Gingerly he helped it move back up over the acorn-sized dick head then back down. When he touched the skin of the dick head he could immediately feel the wetness of it.

"Did you sperm already?"

"I can't, already told you. It's just a bit of pee probably."

"Oh."

He wasn't bothered by the fact he had gotten Bryan's pee onto his fingertip. He knew where pee came from, could see the little slit at the very top of Bryan's dick head. He was quite a bit fascinated when he was able to coax a few drops of the clear fluid come out of the slit by milking Bryan's dick. He used the tips of his index and thumb to spread it out over Bryan's dick head.

Bryan moaned from the sensation, it was almost too much for him, yet he didn't object. Fortunately for him Kieran didn't do it for very long, the young boy moved his fingers lower on Bryan's stalk and slid the foreskin back up in place. He could feel him move his hand lower and spread his thighs apart as it neared his nut sack.

He wasn't sure what Kieran was going to do, if he'd squeeze him hard or tickle him there, but he wasn't going to stop him either way. Bryan had slipped into his usual role of full submission, never minding that Kieran was more than two years younger than him and much less experienced.

Kieran wasn't like any of the other boys Bryan had had sex with, though. Obviously he was younger and highly inexperienced, nevertheless extremely curious in spite of this. But, he wasn't demanding, didn't have the slightest need of showing any kind of dominance over Bryan. He was only really happy that Bryan had moved his thighs apart so he could look at the small ball sack of his friend. He touched the older boy there, but it was with a gentle touch, firm enough as not to be ticklish, but not at all firm enough to hurt.

"I like your balls," Kieran said.

"You don't think they're small?"

"So what if they are? You having a pair of balls is what matters to me. Wanna see mine?"

"Please."

Kieran laid down as Bryan sat up next to him. He spread his thighs wide just like his older friend had done and closed his eyes.

Just as carefully as Kieran had done to him, Bryan explored the younger boy's ball sack. The balls hung lower in the sack than his own. They were bigger and a bit firmer too, he discovered as he gently put his fingers around one of them. He used the fingers on his other hand to feel one of his own nuts, compared them to each other. He could easily tell the difference. Having had a rather more comprehensive sexual education than most, he knew what this meant. Kieran was well on his way into puberty!

"Kieran?"

"Yes?"

"You're going to be able to sperm soon, I think."

"What? How can you tell?"

"Your nuts. When did they start getting bigger?"

"I don't know, like four or five months ago. Why?"

"Because that's one of the first things that happens when you start puberty. Your nuts will start growing. Yours are like double the size of mine."

"So, there's nothing wrong with my balls?"

"No, I think yours are normal. It's mine that are small for my age I think."

"Who cares? You still get the good feeling when you wank right?"

"Yes, only I don't squirt."

"Me neither, not yet. But if you're done looking at my balls, can we move onto wanking?"

"Uh, yes. Sorry."

"Will you do me, then I'll do you after?"

"Sure. Only, Kieran, this has to be kept a secret. No one can know about it, not anyone."

"I'm never going to tell anyone about what we do. Not about wanking or what else we might do."

"Good. Lie back then, I'll give you a nice proper wank."

After Bryan had rubbed Kieran's dick for much longer than the young boy had ever done himself, he finally let him orgasm. As Kieran had said, nothing spurted out of his dick, but he made much the same noises as the other boys Bryan had wanked or sucked. It was better in a way, there wasn't any mess to deal with but there was nothing to taste either. One other perk was Kieran's dick didn't need to be coaxed back into a stiffy like Charley's or Davey's had done after one orgasm. Bryan wanked him to a second climax, then had to rest. His arm had gotten quite a workout, but neither boy complained about it.

Kieran had just as much fun bringing Bryan to orgasm, though he didn't know much about edging at the time. Neither did he stop when Bryan came the first time, just kept wanking him. It wasn't until after Bryan's second climax and the young boy seemed to just want to continue, that Bryan had to tell him to stop. His willy was getting quite a bit sore from the tight grip Kieran had held it in.

"That was so cool," Kieran claimed after they had pulled their shorts and underwear back up where it belonged.

"It was. It's much better having someone else wank you."

"It is. Thank you so much for agreeing to do it."

"We can do it again later. Let's go wash our hands then we can go see if it's gotten warmer outside."

"Yes, we need to go check the driveway too."

"I almost forgot all about that."

Chapter 78
Size doesn't matter

The sky only had scattered clouds on it when Kieran opened the door and they started walking down the driveway. The carport for the two family cars, his dad's Volvo S80 and his mum's Nissan Micra, and a rolling hill blocked the view from the entrance door to the public street. Bryan put his arm over Kieran's shoulder, thinking the younger boy wouldn't mind it after what they'd just done in his bed. Kieran only put his arm around the back of his friend, he really enjoyed the closeness.

As soon as they got to the top of the low hill, they let go of each other again. It was one thing being loving and everything when no one could see it, it was a completely different thing doing it in public. Neither boy wanted anyone to even suspect anything untoward was going on between them. Nobody would've noticed them, as they were quite alone even when they stood there on top of the low hill. The tipper wasn't in sight, but they could tell it had been there at least once after they last saw it. About 2/3 of the driveway had the first layer of slate on it.

As they stood there on the hill, with the sun shining down on them, they saw the tipper truck drive through Lewdown. Five minutes later, it was slowly backing into the driveway and then almost as slowly it drove forwards while unloading its cargo.

"At this rate, he'll be done just before my parents gets here," Bryan said.

"He better be, your mum and dad won't be able to drive from the street to the house until the pebbles are in place."

"Ugh, you're right. I better text them and tell them to be careful when they get home. I don't want them to crash."

Bryan sent a text to both his mum and dad. Telling both he was still fine and everything was okay, only they had to be really careful when driving into the driveway as it might not be completely done when they got home.

About thirty seconds his phone rang.

"Hi dad."

"Bryan, what do you mean the driveway might not be done when I get home? It can't take so bloody long to spread a layer of pebble on it."

"Uh, yes, about that. I kind of changed that plan a little."

"You did what? Bryan, you can't do something like that."

"But dad…"

"Don't 'but dad' me, Bryan. You're in so much trouble I can't even think of where to begin. Do you realise how long I had to negotiate with the gravel pit to get the pebbles for a price we can afford?"

"But dad!"

"I told you not to interrupt! It took me two hours Bryan. Two hours I should've spent working. If you've made this even more expensive for us, I'll spank you so much harder than that Beau kid ever did."

"DAD! Please listen to me."

"Okay, spill it. What have you done and why?"

"I talked to the driver…"

"I should've known they'd try to con me out of more money. Sorry, Bryan. I should've stayed home today. It was clearly a mistake relying on them."

"It won't cost you more! The driver told me the ground was too soft for only a layer of pebbles. And he was right. I could see the tracks from where he had driven. And, that was when the lorry was empty. Then I thought of the crane we'll need for replacing the rafters. It has to weigh a lot more than an empty tipper lorry. I talked to the driver about making the road better so it wouldn't have to be redone after the rafters had been replaced. Or worse, the crane get stuck in our driveway. So we decided to make a sort of foundation with slate under the pebbles. It looks really nice and will only be better when the pebbles go on top. I'm really sorry dad, but I actually thought I did well."

Bryan was now near tears and his dad could hear it in his voice.

"Bryan, I'm so sorry. I completely forgot about the rafters, I only wanted to please your mum and get the driveway sorted as quickly as possible. If your plan works out, it'll save us quite a lot of money from having to get the driveway fixed again."

"So, you're not going to spank me?"

"I'd never do that to you, Bryan. I'm truly sorry I said that, I shouldn't have."

"I know I should've run it by you first, but the lady at your work told me you were in a meeting and the driver was here waiting for a decision. Mum didn't answer her phone either."

"I'll try to make it home before she does to see the state of the driveway. Did you tell her about it yet?"

"I sent her a text at the same time I sent one to you."

"Oh, good. I'll still try to make it home by 4:30, it might be 5ish, but it should still be earlier than your mum. If the driveway is as good as you say it is, we'll go for a pub meal tonight."

"Uh, dad? Can Kieran come too?"

"Oh, he's still there with you?"

"Yes."

"And you two didn't do anything reckless while you were alone?"

"No dad, all we've done was watch a movie, eat lunch and help the lorry driver."

"If it's okay with his parents, why don't you ask him to spend the night? I'll take a day off tomorrow and we can all go cycling all day long in Dartmoor national park."

"Uh, I'd love to do that, but I don't think Kieran's bike is up to it. It looked about ready to collapse under him when he got here."

"Oh... We'll rent a bike for him. Don't worry about the details. I have to go now, see you later, Bryan."

"Bye dad."

Bryan looked at Kieran.

"So, what would you say if I asked you to sleep over and go out cycling tomorrow?"

"I'd say yes. Is that why you mentioned my bike to your dad?"

"Yes. My dad took me to Dartmoor once before. There are some wicked cycle routes there, off-road too. But it takes a proper bike to cycle there."

"Oh. Then what do I do? It's the only bike I got."

"My dad said he'd rent one for you. Don't worry about the details."

"I'll have to ask first. I wonder if my mum or dad would be easier to talk into letting me sleep over."

"Your mum? She really likes my mum. Just tell her she'll be sitting in the bedroom all night long watching over us while we sleep."

"She's going to do that?"

Bryan laughed.

"No, of course not. But your mum wouldn't know."

"I'll try. I can't ring her yet though. I'll send a text asking her to call me when she can."

"Let her know it isn't anything serious, otherwise she'll only think you're in the hospital or something."

"Boy, you really do know my mum well. But how?"

"She's a bit like my mum, so I'm only saying what my mum would do if she got a text from me telling her to ring ASAP."

"Okay. Uh, where will I be sleeping tonight then?"

"Well, I was thinking in my bathtub… No, relax man, in my bed. It's plenty big enough for the two of us."

"Your mum and dad won't think it strange you're sharing your bed with me?"

"No. Well, my dad might. But it was his idea for you to sleep over. My mum doesn't know I'm gay. At least I never told her. Besides, you're only a little kid. And so am I in her eyes."

"I may be younger than you, but I'm a lot bigger where it counts."

"The size of your willy doesn't matter, it's what you do with it."

"I can think of several things, only you'd just think I'm weird."

"Why don't you try me? The worse that could happen is I say no. Maybe I'll giggle a little, but I'll never think any less of you. Maybe I'd even agree to whatever it is you'd want."

"Can we go someplace a bit more private than here?"

"What? Are you afraid the birds might hear what you tell me? There's not a soul within 200 meters [650 ft] or more."

"Please?"

"Okay. My bedroom?"

"No, somewhere outside, but well away from anyone who might see or hear us."

"I know just the place. It's my secret and personal place. It's where I go when I want to be by myself."

"That sounds like the perfect place."

"You can't ever go there without me or tell anyone about it."

"I won't."

"Alright, let's go then."

Bryan first led the younger boy up to the manor where he locked the door and then they walked to his secret place. They walked for almost thirty minutes, following a path only Bryan knew. I'd describe it in more details, but that would betray his trust in me. All I can say is that the path went through two small groves, across a small stream, where the boys had to jump to get across, across a meadow and ended up in yet another grove. In there, near an old tall oak tree, Bryan finally stopped.

"This is it."

"How the heck did you find this place the first time?"

"I was out exploring. I don't know for sure if it's part of our property but I think so. I've never seen anyone here nor seen any signs of human beings. It's like I'm all alone in the world when I'm here."

"You can't hear anything either, well apart from that woodpecker and a couple of other birds."

"No, not even the A30. When I'm here, sometimes I get naked and pretend to be the first human ever on the face of the Earth."

"Your name isn't Adam!"

"No, thank God for that. The only Adam I know was a downright pervert."

"I'd like to hear you tell one of the priests that you think Adam was a pervert."

"I'm not talking of the Adam. Not Adam and Eve. It's a kid that was in prison with me."

"You went to prison?!"

"Shit! I didn't want you to know that."

"Why? Why did you go to prison?"

"It's a long and utterly boring story. Very sad too. I'd rather not tell you about it now."

"Wow. You're a criminal?!"

"EX! I'm not committing any crimes now, am I?"

"Sorry. So you're an ex-criminal? That's still kind of cool."

"Nothing cool about it. I got a permanent criminal record now. Can never work with kids or do any kind of work for the government."

"Sorry to hear that. It doesn't make me think less of you."

"Thanks. So, what is it you want to do with me that is so weird you couldn't even tell me about it in my bedroom? It isn't like my parents have it under surveillance."

Kieran looked at the ground. He took a deep breath of air before saying anything.

"Okay then. Could you, no, would you suck on my dick?"

"Was that it? We've walked three kilometres [2 miles] so you could ask me to only suck your willy?"

"No, that's not all. But would you?"

"Pssh, sure. It's hardly anything weird, Kieran."

"Okay. Cool. Would you let me stick it in your bum?"

"I'd like that. Yes."

"Will you stick yours in mine?"

"Uh, I can try. I doubt it's big enough though."

"Would you, let me, ah… tinkle on you?"

"You want to pee on me?"

"Yes."

"Okay, now that's starting to become weird. I've not had anyone pee on me before. Though I've nearly peed on someone else, but that's a story for another time. Well, if we do it in the tub just before a bath I guess it would be okay. Might even be fun. Weird but fun."

"You're so cool Bryan. Can I pee inside you too?"

"Inside me?"

"Yes, like, in your bum?"

"Is that even possible?"

"I don't know. But I'd love to find out."

"Okay, now you're freaking me out," Bryan said.

Yet, as he studied the blushing kid sitting cross-legged in front of him, he could tell how the very thought of peeing inside someone made him excited.

It wouldn't be so different from squirting water into my bum would it? But still, it's something that's been inside him. Maybe it will make me sick.

"We can try googling it. If it's safe we can try it. Now, don't tell me you want to poo on me as well. 'Cuz I'm not doing anything poo related."

"No, I only want to pee on and in you. But both in your bum and mouth."

"Ugh. I've drank enough pee to know I don't like the taste of it. But, if you drink like a ton of water before, maybe."

"You'd drink my pee? I only wanted to pee a bit into your mouth and you could spit it out. But, you going to drink it would be cooler I think."

"Just don't expect me to drink your pee every day. Would you like me to pee on or in you as well?"

"I was going to ask that next. Anyway, I think that's all I've ever thought of wanting to do with another boy."

"So no dripping hot candle wax on my nuts or twisting them or tying me up and spanking me?"

"Why the heck would I want to do that to you?"

"Just asking."

"Oh. No I don't' want to do that."

"If I'd want you to smack my bum, would you do it?"

"I don't know?"

"It wouldn't have to be hard, but I'd like if you'd do it once in a while. Please?"

"I suppose I can do that since you'll let me pee in you."

"No, I only said if we found out it was safe you could do it!"

"Right then. If it's safe and we do it, I'll smack your bum as hard as you want."

"It can't leave any marks, but I doubt your smacks will even hurt. You've got even weaker arm muscles than I do."

"I'll show you weak!"

Kieran propelled himself upwards and forwards into Bryan. The older boy fell onto his back and found himself laying on the ground with Kieran boasting on top of him.

"Now, tell me, who's the strongest?"

"I am!"

"Wrong answer, Bryan."

Bryan tried to get out from underneath Kieran. Even if the boys were similar height and weight he found it extremely hard to escape. Kieran sat right on top of his chest, pinned his upper arms into the ground with his lower legs and used his hands and weight advantage to control Bryan's hands. Bryan was about to cry uncle when he realised his legs were free. The ground sloped a little, meaning the older boy's feet were higher than his head and it only made it easier for Bryan to lift them from the ground and wrap them around Kieran's upper body.

The boys tumbled to their sides, before both of them quickly got up on their hands and knees. Kieran made the first move and it was the wrong one. He tried to stand up and Bryan crashed into his midsection sending the younger boy onto his back. Bryan climbed on top of Kieran, practically laid on top of him. He looked into the younger boy's eyes.

"So, who's the stronger of us?"

Kieran didn't answer, tried to buck the older boy off of him, but only really managed to grind his pelvis up against Bryan's. Bryan drove his hips back into Kieran, pushed the young boy back against the ground. Then began dry-humping him.

"Okay, okay. You're the strongest," Kieran finally said.

"Don't you forget," Bryan whispered and stole a kiss from his young friend.

It was just a brief peck, but it was dead smack on the lips. Kieran looked puzzled for a few seconds.

"Do that again?"

"Okay," Bryan agreed.

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The two young boys kissing was interrupted by Bryan's phone. Bryan had only pecked the younger boy's lips, thought it was much too soon to introduce him to proper kissing. He wasn't at all sure of what Kieran would think of having his mouth suddenly invaded by a tongue. Kieran hadn't expressed any wish to kissing when he had told Bryan of the things he wanted to do with him. The stuff he wanted to do had sounded almost childish to the far more experienced boy.

Right up until Kieran had asked if Bryan was interested in water sports. Something Bryan still wasn't exactly feeling comfortable about.

Maybe it'll be different from when I was forced to drink Colt's pee and the few men who wanted me to do that. This time, I can say no without being slapped or smacked until I agree to swallow. And Kieran is younger than me. It might actually be fun! Also because he wants me to do it to him too.

It was about then Bryan's phone had noisily let both boys know it was time to make a phone call to his mum.

"Shit! Kieran, we have to move quickly. There's no signal here."

"Oops! Hurry up, get off of me, we need to get back to where you can ring your mum."

Bryan jumped to his feet, helped Kieran up and both boys ran as quickly as they could back towards the manor. It wasn't until after they had run about a kilometre that a single bar showed up on the signal indicator. It was still well beyond the reach of 3G coverage, but enough to be able to call his mum.

"Hi mum. Just checking in."

"Hi Bryan. You sound winded?"

"Uh, yes, we've just been running around outside."

"Running? You? I never thought I'd see the day where you'd start exercising."

"It was more like tag, and mum, I do exercise!"

"Not nearly enough. Okay, ring me back in an hour. That should be the last time before your dad gets home."

"Oh. Mum? Dad told me that it was alright if Kieran spends the night."

"Really?"

"Yes, and it was dad who suggested it. Not me, I didn't beg him or anything like that."

"Okay. And now you'll want me to ring his mum, is that it?"

"Would you? Please?"

"Alright. I'll let you know what the verdict is when you ring me next."

"Thanks mum."

"Bye now."

"Bye, bye."

"My mum is going to ring your mum. It's almost guaranteed now that you'll sleep in my bed tonight."

"That's great! Only, you don't snore do you?"

"No, well I don't think so. Do you?"

"Not that I know of. Want to go back to your secret hideout or should we just keep walking until we get to the manor?"

"What would you like us to do? You're the guest."

"Anything you want to. You're the older and stronger of us."

"Let's go back to my room. I got something to tell you."

"Okay."

"Close the door, Kieran and sit on the bed please."

Bryan sat on his office chair and rolled it right up in front of the young boy sitting on his bed.

"Listen, Kieran. I know I'm older and maybe I am stronger than you. That doesn't mean you have to do everything I tell you to. Well, unless it's the rules dictated by my parents of course. If we ever do anything, you don't feel like doing then you say so immediately. Just say stop or something like that and I'll stop right away. Okay?"

"Yes."

"And if I say stop when you do something to me, what will you do?"

"I'll stop."

"Good. We're equal, even if I'm older. Heck, it probably won't be long until you're stronger than me. But when that happens, I hope you'll still remember that we're equal. That no really does mean no."

"I promise."

"And I promise the same to you. Now, I seem to remember something about you wanting to pee in my bum."

"Yes! But, can we do it now?"

"Not right now, I was just going to suggest that we try to find out if it's safe."

"How do we find that out?"

"By googling it. Even if sounds a bit weird to me, I doubt you're the first one to wanting to do it."

Kieran blushed.

"Aw Kieran, I didn't mean it like that. Pull that chair over there over to the desk, we'll see what we can learn from google."

Bryan's new laptop fortunately didn't have Net Nanny or any other parental software installed on it. Once the boys found out how to disable safe search on google, they found that peeing inside someone's bum wasn't dangerous as long as the person peeing wasn't sick. Based on the comments they read, they found out that even if it wasn't going to make the person who was peed into sick, most people found the very thought sickening.

"Don't worry about what other people think, most of them would probably say the same thing about gay sex," Bryan told Kieran.

"Are you sure? I don't want anyone to think I'm a pervert."

"Who'll ever find out? It's not like we'll be doing it in the middle of Trafalgar Square. We'll do it in my bathroom when we're all alone."

"You said I was weird when I asked if I could do it."

"No, I didn't say you were weird. I said it was weird. There's a big difference."

"So, you still want to try?"

"Do you need to pee like right now?"

"Not really."

"My dad will be home in about an hour, so we better wait for another day."

"I think so too."

The boys tidied up Bryan's room and went back outside when they heard the lorry as it backed up to the mansion. This time the lorry was laden with pebbles and while the driver slowly emptied the tipper, the boys got busy with a rake each. Bryan's dad came home just as the lorry pulled out of the driveway. He had a short conversation with the driver, who left to fetch one last load of pebbles.

"Hello boys."

"Hi dad."

"Hello Mr. Willowsby."

"You're doing a great job, mind if I lend a hand? Where did you find the rakes, Bryan?"

"In the shed, there's plenty of gardening tools, but most of them really are done for."

"Ah, they're probably at least 30 or maybe 40 years old. I'll see if I can find another rake that still works."

Bryan and Kieran kept raking the pebbles, making the surface smoother than what the driver had been able to while unloading them. When Bryan's dad joined them, things sped up quite a bit.

They had just finished the last part of the driveway when Bryan's mum came home from work. She didn't stop to say hi, only waved as she drove straight past them to the manor. The boys got the honours of carrying the rakes back to the shed as Bryan's dad got into his car to be the second one to drive on the newly resurfaced driveway.

"Bryan, Kieran, go wash your hands and faces, while I prepare tea. Doug, darling, don't look so smug, you look just as bad as the boys. Off you go."

The boys went to Bryan's bathroom. When Bryan took off his polo shirt so did Kieran. They playfully fought each other to get access to the water running from the faucet, which only meant most of the water ended up on the floor.

"You got my shorts all wet," Kieran complained after a time.

"Like you didn't have something to do with mine being all wet now too."

"You can just change into some new ones, I only got these."

"You can wear some of mine, we're about the same size. Mum can wash your clothes so they're all clean for when you go home tomorrow."

"Cool."

Kieran unzipped his shorts and was about to pop open his shorts button when Bryan stopped him.

"Dude! Wait, let me get finished then I'll find some clothes for you. You can't undress when I'm here," Bryan said keeping his voice low.

"Why not? I do that with my brother at home all the time. And you already saw my dick."

"I know, but my parents are home, they might come in here."

"Oh. Sorry, I almost forgot about them."

Bryan quickly finished washing himself and was about to leave when Kieran stopped him.

"You better find me some underwear too, you really soaked me."

"Not a problem. Wait here, I'll bring them right in."

Bryan returned with a complete outfit for Kieran to wear. Kieran picked up the tight briefs Bryan had put on top of the small stack of clothing.

"You only have these?"

"Sorry, it's all my mum will buy for me."

"No, it's fine. I'm just used to wearing boxers."

"I'll have to go buy some boxers from Tesco soon and then I'll burn each and every one of the briefs I have now."

Kieran sniggered at that and told Bryan to get out of the bathroom.

Bryan quickly got changed in his bedroom, while Kieran did the same in the bathroom.

"I kind of like the snug feeling down there," the younger boy told Bryan.

"You just like something hugging your nuts closely. I can do that for you later."

Later turned out to be just after Bryan's parents had said goodnight to the boys. Bryan's dad had kissed Bryan's forehead, just like he had promised he'd always do. Kieran didn't tease Bryan about it, rather he wished his own dad would kiss him like that.

"What did your dad mean about us keeping our hands above the duvet tonight?" the younger boy asked Bryan when they were finally alone and the bedroom door had been shut.

"Duh, he meant that we shouldn't do something like this."

Bryan reached down under the light duvet Kieran had over him and put his hand right on top of the younger boy's crotch. He did it gently, didn't want the boy to yell out from surprise or laugh from being tickled. The walls were thick and the door somewhat able to block sounds from his bedroom, but a loud laugh would surely have been heard through the door.

"Oh. Well, what he doesn't know won't hurt him. Can I wank yours too?"

"Sure. You can even suck on it, if you want to."

"Really?"

"If you want, yes."

"I do."

Bryan lifted his duvet and Kieran ducked in underneath it. When the older boy could feel Kieran tugging at his pyjamas bottoms he lifted his bum off the bed to aid him. He gasped as Kieran put his mouth on his stiffening willy and hissed when he felt the sharp teeth scrape against the delicate skin.

"Mind your teeth, Kieran. Don't bite me," he explained quickly but quietly.

"Sorry."

"'S okay. Just make sure it's only your lips and tongue that touches it."

"I'll try."

"Good."

Kieran didn't suck Bryan to an orgasm that evening, nor did Bryan get to suck on Kieran's dick. While Bryan relaxed and enjoyed the sensation of Kieran's warm and moist mouth on his willy, the sleeping pill, his mum still insisted he had to take, started working. Bryan actually fell asleep while Kieran was still happily slurping on his dick. Kieran wasn't aware of Bryan having fallen asleep, only realised it when he heard the faint snoring from the older boy. At first he thought Bryan only pretended to have fallen asleep, but when Bryan didn't respond to what he said, he knew he was really sleeping.

The young boy got back out from underneath Bryan's duvet and hugged his friend closely. He fell asleep to the sound of gentle snores and it wasn't long until his own deep breathing joined that of Bryan's.

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