Chapter 80
Lots of water

Early in the morning, Bryan was gently roused by his dad. The kiss to his forehead was nice, but the young boy laying half on top of him felt better. Kieran was still dead to the world, sleeping heavily. Bryan's dad hadn't said a word to Bryan about Kieran using his belly for his pillow, he'd only smiled at the sight. Fortunately for the two boys, Bryan still had the duvet on, or his father might not have smiled. Bryan could tell his pyjamas bottoms were somewhere around his knees, certainly not where they were supposed to be.

Bryan would have loved to stay in bed for the rest of the day, but he had to pee and for that to happen he needed to get to the bathroom. Even if Kieran had said he wanted to try drinking pee, Bryan was most certain the small boy wouldn't like the taste of morning urine.

I don't really know what it would taste like, but it sure doesn't smell very nice.

He woke Kieran in a much less gentle way than his dad had roused him, when he reached down to pull up his short pyjamas bottoms. His moving about pushed the younger boy's head off his belly and sent it to the mattress next to him.

Kieran mumbled a protest as Bryan left the bed pulling his bottoms all the way up over his buttocks. The young boy was still trying to get rid of the sleep gunk that had built up over the night when he tiredly stood next to Bryan in front of the commode. He used the back of one of his hands to wipe his eyes while he tried to point his morning hard-on in the general direction of the bowl in front of him instead of the ceiling. The first spurt of pee hit the upturned toilet lid and seat before he got it splashing into the water.

"You're cleaning that up yourself!" Bryan said.

He liked having Kieran as a friend, but even friendships have their limits. One of them, at least in Bryan's eyes, was to clean up pee from a friend. Accident or not, Kieran was quite old enough to know how to use paper to clean up his own mess.

As Bryan washed his hands, Kieran lay on his knees in front of the toilet wiping up his pee. After Kieran had washed his hands too, they went back inside Bryan's bedroom and put on the clothes they had been wearing the day before. Kieran's clothes were still in the washer, waiting to be hung out to dry, which was the next order of business. Finally, they went to join Bryan's parents at the breakfast table.

"Guys, I'm terribly sorry, but I can't take you cycling today. I've been called in to work today."

"It's okay dad. Can we go on the weekend instead? Then mum can come to."

Alice, Bryan's mum laughed.

"Bryan, I'm not going to cycle with you down hills, I've written enough journal entries about what injuries people end up with in the MIU [Minor Injuries Unit, small emergency room]."

"It isn't dangerous, mum. Only if you don't know what you're doing."

"Which is exactly why I won't do that. I can't even remember when I last was on a cycle."

"You exercise every other day, dear."

"Yes, but an exercise bike doesn't move or swerve under me. No, I'll stick to that, thank you very much."

"Kieran, if you don't want to spend the day with Bryan I can drop you off at your house on the way to work," Bryan's dad said.

"My parents aren't expecting me, and I'm sure Rowan would much prefer if I'd stay. So, I'd like to stay here with Bryan if it's okay?"

"It is. I think you boys did a fine job yesterday, so you only have to check in with me at noon. But, I'm expecting to hear from you 12 sharp, Bryan."

"Yes mum. I'll ring you then."

"Good. Any plans for today then?"

Bryan looked across the table at Kieran. The younger boy only shrugged his shoulders.

"No, we thought we'd go cycling with dad. Since that's out of the question now, maybe we'll go explore the property."

"As long as you don't put yourself in any kind of danger, Bryan, that's fine with me. But, no exploring the manor. There isn't anything worth finding anyway. The place has been deserted for at least 25 years where people have had ample opportunity to remove anything of value. You should've seen it when we drove here to meet the builder. Even the old fuse box had been removed. We'd have to get it replaced anyway, but that's just an example of what has been stolen from here."

"I meant we'd go explore outside. Maybe draw up a map or something."

"That would be cool," Kieran agreed.

"I think we have a map somewhere, but it's only showing the borders of our property, not what's on it. With about 1000 acres of land, there's bound to be something that might be interesting."

"How much is 1000 acres?" Kieran asked.

"You know the size of a soccer pitch?" Bryan's dad asked the eleven year-old.

"Yes, roughly."

"1000 acres is about 550 soccer pitches."

"Wow! That's a lot."

Bryan was just as astonished.

"Does that mean we're rich, dad?"

"No, Bryan. Unfortunately it doesn't mean we're rich. We have a lot of land, but can't really do anything with it apart from renting some of it out to farmers. The income from that hardly amounts to anything though."

"Oh. Couldn't we farm the land ourselves?"

"I don't think any of us knows enough about farming. Even if we did, we don't have the proper equipment for it and that alone would cost much more than we can afford. Hopefully, once we get this big old country house restored to its former glory, people will be interested in vacationing here. Then we can make a bit of money. Nothing that'll make us rich though."

After Bryan's parents had left for work, Bryan and Kieran cleaned up the kitchen, while they talked about how to best make a map of the property.

"First we need to find a reference point," Bryan said.

"No, first we need to figure out how to measure distances."

"That's important too, but if we don't know where to start, it won't matter."

"Okay. There must be some kind of marker or something somewhere. Why don't we start out at the end of the driveway and then follow the street?"

"We could do that, though we've no idea of how far to either side of the driveway the property expands."

"Okay, then let's start from the back of the manor and walk in one direction from there, like due west or something."

"That's what I was thinking too. I have a compass, somewhere. Well, at least I should have. I had one in Winlaton, but haven't really seen it after we moved here. We can search my room for it after we get done here."

"Okay. I know a way we can measure distances."

"How?"

Kieran pulled out his smartphone.

"Using this. There's got to be an app that can tell us how far we've walked."

"You're a genius Kieran!"

The younger boy smiled at the praise.

"It might even be able to draw a map for us," he suggested.

"Maybe so, but what's the fun in that? Nah, let's just draw our own. We'd be like real explorers walking into unknown territories. There might be dangerous animals and wild people out there."

Kieran laughed. It seemed highly unlikely there'd be any wild people living in the south-west of England and as far as the dangerous animals went, there couldn't be anything worse than maybe a couple of foxes.

Bryan blushed from the laughing.

"Okay, I know, it's a bit childish, but use your imagination. It'll be more fun that way."

"Alright, I only laughed at the wild people thing. I don't think we'd find any Indians or something like that here."

"Probably not. Move a bit, so I can sweep where you are. Oh, would you please fill the bucket so I can mop the floor?"

"I'll mop the floor. You can sweep or maybe vacuum the hall, we kind of dragged in a lot of dirt yesterday."

"Right. Once I'm done with that, I'll clean my parents' bedroom, if you'll clean my bathroom, then we'll be done in no time."

"Maybe I should wait with your bathroom for a while."

"Why?"

"Uh, I have to pee soon."

"And so what? Unless you pee all over… Oh…"

"That's what I was thinking."

"Alright. Wait, let's both drink a large glass of water now. Then one after you've finished mopping the floor in here and one more after I've cleaned my parents' bedroom. If you want, you can clean their bathroom, just don't tell them you did that."

"Then we'll drink another glass of water, and we can have fun."

"Right."

"I like your way of thinking."

"We'll go explore after lunch. From now until then, we'll drink a large glass of water every half hour."

Kieran snickered at the thought of where all the water would end up. But he readily agreed to the plan. Bryan found a pair of 4 dl [13 oz.] glasses and filled them to the brim with tap water. They carefully clinked them together in a toast and emptied them as quickly as they could. It made Bryan burp and not to be outdone by the older boy, Kieran burped too.

"It is 7:30 now, we'll drink again at 8."

"You do realise that by noon, we'll have been drinking 3.5 litres of water?"

"Yes. And peed about the same."

"But not into the toilet."

"No, most certainly not into the toilet. Unless you find out you don't like pee at all."

"Or you."

"I don't see that happening. Before I went to prison, I had to drink a lot of pee. I didn't like that at all, but mostly because I was forced to do it. And because it didn't come from a cute boy like you."

"You really think I'm cute?"

"Yes. I told you on Skype right?"

"You did, but I thought you only said it to be nice to me."

"Noooo, Kieran. If I didn't like you, do you think I'd let you pee on me?"

"I suppose not."

"And I'll drink your pee too. Well, not the first time you have to go, but when it's mostly water coming out of you I will."

"After that, I'll drink yours."

"You don't have to do that. Only if you really want to yourself. Don't do it just because I'll drink yours."

"I want to. I don't care if you'll drink my pee or not, I still want to try drinking yours."

"Okay then. But first, we'll only pee on each other. Next, when we both have to pee again, we can try drinking it. By that time I hope the water will have diluted it so it doesn't taste too yucky. Like they suggested on the sites we looked at yesterday."

"Right, I remember reading that."

"Yep. And when we need to go again, we can try to do that inside the bum. But, I still don't know if I can get my willy inside your bum, it's just so little."

"It fit perfectly in my mouth last night. It didn't seem so little then. Why did you fall asleep by the way? Didn't you enjoy what I was doing?"

"Oh sorry Kieran! I enjoyed it very much. Well, after you stopped trying to eat it. But my mum makes me take a sleeping pill every night."

"Sleeping pill? Why?"

"Well, when I was in prison I was only supposed to have one if I asked for it myself, but the doctor or someone else made a mistake and made it so I had to take one every night. And when I was released from prison they gave my mum a prescription for the pills. She's just doing what the doctor told her to do, she said to me when I told her I didn't need it."

"That's clearly not right! For how long have you been taking these pills then?"

"Since I was about your age."

"Jesus! That's almost three years then."

"Yes. Well, I've sort of gotten used to it. When I swallow the pill, I'll usually be fast asleep about an hour later."

"It's still not right though."

"But I can't change it."

"Call your GP and talk to him."

"Without my mum knowing? No way."

"Why not? I've talked to my GP in Swansea without my parents tagging along."

"Really?"

"Sure. Who's your GP?"

"I don't know. I never went to see a doctor while we've lived here."

"We'll call mine then. We got to get you off those pills."

"What, now?" Bryan asked as Kieran pulled out his phone.

"Yes, now."

Bryan stared at his friend, not knowing what to think, much less do. When he didn't say anything, Kieran browsed through his contacts list and found the number for his GP's surgery.

"Hello? My name is Kieran Byrne. I'm calling on behalf of my friend, he'd like to talk to my doctor… Uh, no, I don't think he's registered with you, but he'd like to register. His name is Bryan, that's with a y not an i, Wil-lows-by. Lewdown. Yes. Yes, that's where he lives… Sure… When is that? Okay, thanks. Yes, we'll ring back then. Bye now."

Bryan still wasn't sure what exactly had just happened, so he asked Kieran.

"Uh, the secretary I talked to asked me to ring back when the doctors answer the phones. That's at 9 AM."

"Oh. Okay. Uh, we better get on with cleaning then."

"Yes, you're right. I feel like I'm about to wet myself."

"Hold it in just a bit longer. We'll go when you're done mopping the floor here."

"Okay. It won't take long."

"It better not. I'm about ready for a pee too."

Chapter 81
Discovering secrets

The boys were a bit shy as they undressed in front of each other in Bryan's bathroom. Even though they had seen each other's private bits before, the thought of what they were about to do was making both of them a bit uneasy. Their desperate need for peeing prevented them from getting boners even as they both got into the bathtub.

"Who goes first?" Kieran asked.

"I don't care. Long as one of us do it quickly. My bladder is damn near killing me."

"Okay."

Kieran relaxed as best as he could and a spurt of pee shot out of his dick. It hit Bryan's right foot, making both boys giggle nervously.

"Keep going, I don't mind," Bryan said in a soft voice.

"I'm trying. It won't come out now."

Bryan sniggered. The younger boy had wanted this so badly to happen and now he couldn't relax enough to actually do it. Bryan closed his eyes and concentrated on letting go, did much the same as he had done the times where he had to pee into a cup knowing a grownup was studying his every move. It hadn't been easy getting his pee to flow out then, but Charley had told him about a trick that always worked for him. All he had to do was imagine himself standing next to a waterfall and listen to the falling water.

It worked this time too, he could hear his pee hitting the bottom of the bathtub. It sounded quite loud, almost caused him to break off the flow, but he concentrated harder on the waterfall. He opened his eyes and saw the pale yellow stream wasn't aimed directly at the bottom of the bathtub, but was hitting Kieran's shin. He pointed his dick a bit higher, saw how the stream moved upwards until it hit Kieran's dick.

The younger boy was beginning to chub up, his dick had lengthened a little and was well on the rise. Bryan didn't dare looking up at Kieran's face, was afraid of what he'd see if he did. Instead he kept peeing right onto his young friend's stiffy.

Kieran was quite randy, the pee, that had hit his leg and now aimed directly at his dick, was so warm it nearly felt like it was burning him, yet it was one of his biggest wishes coming true. He'd always pee on himself before showering or filling the bathtub, had secretly hoped to find someone who'd pee on him. He'd never dared to ask anyone though, not until he had met Bryan. Horny as he was, his bladder was also quite full, and suddenly he found himself peeing again. His stream didn't hit Bryan in the crotch, but hit almost dead center between the older boy's nipples.

It didn't seem to bother Bryan, as Kieran could feel the warm pee from the older boy still hitting his balls. The stream of Bryan's pee was rapidly dwindling though, much too soon for Kieran's liking. The young boy firmed up his buttocks and increased the strength of his own peeing and hit the older boy in the face. He saw how Bryan scrunched up his nose and squeezed his eyes shut, but he didn't do anything to avoid getting hit in the face.

As Bryan's stream cut off, only to start anew, albeit only for a few small bursts, Kieran's stream slowed down as well. He couldn't keep the pressure up to continue hitting the older boy in the face, could only watch his stream of pee move down the older boy's body and then ultimately stop.

"No, please wait, just for a minute or so," Kieran said when Bryan reached for the sprayer.

Bryan really wanted to wash away the pee on his face, he didn't dare open his eyes in case it would burn them, but did as Kieran asked. He could hear the tell-tale sounds from Kieran's rigorous fapping.

"Kieran, don't wank. Just let me wash the pee out of my eyes and I'll suck you."

"Okay. But only your eyes then."

"Right. Uh, could you do it for me then?"

"Sure."

"Thanks."

Kieran turned on the water, only the faucet and only in a small dribble. He used one of his hands to wash Bryan's face around the older boy's still tightly shut eyes.

"There, you can open your eyes now. The pee's all gone from them."

Bryan blinked open his eyes to look at a very horny eleven years old boy. Kneeling in front of him hurt his knees some, but nothing he couldn't handle for the few minutes it took for him to suck the boy to a seemingly very satisfactory dry cum. He nearly slipped when he stood up again and his knees almost buckled when Kieran kneeled and sucked in his own pee soaked stiffy.

"Oh man! If that's what I missed last night, then I really do want to stop taking those sleeping pills."

"I had a bit of practise while you slept."

"You did fine, sure you haven't done it before last night?"

"No, that was the first time."

"Sheesh. You're brilliant!"

"Really?"

"Yes! I'm not kidding."

Bryan reached for the sprayer again and this time he wasn't stopped by Kieran. The boys sprayed each other off washing away all the pee. They didn't use soap or shampoo because, as Bryan pointed out, it would only be a matter of an hour or so before they'd end up in the bathtub again. They had another glass of water and then continued cleaning the house from where they had left off.

"I can't believe that when I go the next time, I'll be tinkling in your mouth Bryan."

"I'm excited about peeing inside your mouth too. It'll be the first time for me. I hope you'll be able to stand the taste."

"It didn't taste so bad when I sucked you off just now."

"No? Well, it was your own pee on my willy and not so much of it. It'll be quite different when I put it in your mouth and let go. You'll have to swallow pretty fast in order to keep up."

"I'll do my best."

"I'll try to go slow, I don't want to drown you with my pee."

"Oh, no one is going to drown here. I'll go real slowly when I pee in your mouth too."

"Thanks. And thanks for helping me tidy up the house."

"So, we're all done now?"

"I think so, we did the kitchen, hall, my bedroom and my mum and dad's bedroom. Oh, did you clean their bathroom?"

"No, not yet. Your bathroom needs cleaning too."

"Okay, we'll clean those two after we're done with the pee games."

"Alright. Should we search for your compass then?"

"Let's. I think I know where it might be. There are some boxes I haven't unpacked yet. Most of them are in my cupboard."

The two boys went back upstairs and entered the cupboard. It was a walk-in closet, but only just. It had only been designed for one person to enter at a time, still Kieran managed to squeeze himself inside too. There were two boxes on the floor, pushed in underneath the shelves.

"Let's look in these two first," Bryan suggested.

Kieran picked up the nearest box, but it was much too heavy for him to carry very far. With a small thud he nearly dropped it back onto the floor.

"Give me a hand here, it's really heavy."

Using their combined strength, they managed to get the heavy box out of the cupboard and into Bryan's bedroom. The other box was somewhat lighter, Bryan didn't have any problems lugging it out of the cupboard on his own.

Kieran in the meantime had opened the first heavy box and shifted through the stuff in it.

"No wonder it was so heavy, why do you have all these small rocks in it?"

"Oh, that's what it was. I had nearly forgotten about those. It's my rock collection. See?"

Bryan picked up one of the rocks and turned it around in his hand until he found a number on it.

"This is rock number 165, now, where is the notebook? There's supposed to be a notebook in here too, it's where I've written, oh there it is, you took it out of the box. Try turning it to page 165."

Kieran found page 165 and saw not only a text describing the rock, but also where Bryan had found it along with a drawing of the rock as it had sat in the ground before Bryan had taken it. He turned to the last page that had been filled out by Bryan. Here he found a photograph in place of the drawing. He read that this particular rock had been found on Omaha beach in Normandy, France in the summer of 2015.

"Why did you stop collecting rocks? It's a very impressive collection."

"I decided collecting rocks was childish."

And it had been, at least compared to sucking on Colt's dick. Bryan quickly pushed aside the memory of how he had been sucking on the teenager's dick Friday after Friday with the vacation in France being one of only two Fridays where he'd not have to do it.

And all that only for a stupid cheap gold necklace. It wasn't even real gold, only gilded. So fucking daft I was back then. I was nearly nine for crying out loud, I really should've known better.

"Leave the box out here, we'll take it with us when we go out after lunch. There's no reason for keeping these stupid rocks any longer."

"Are you sure? It must've taken a really long time to collect them all?"

Kieran closed the notebook and reopened it on page 1. The page had a drawing that could have been a rock, it could also be a deflated blue ball a very young Bryan had drawn. Kieran could see it was Bryan who made the drawing as he had written his name under it, with a small b and an inverted capital R in it.

"You knew how to write when you were three?"

Bryan took the notebook from Kieran and had a cursory look at the page.

"Not very well it seems like," he said and blushed.

"Who cares about that? That's really something Bryan. You can't just ditch this, it's like a part of who you are."

"Maybe a part of who I used to be."

"Well, keep the notebook in your room, we can put the box with the rocks in the shed."

Bryan sighed.

"Alright then, if it makes you happy."

"It does. Man, how the heck did you know how to write when you were three? I only started learning when I was like five."

"I don't know. I just did. It's hardly anything to get excited about now, is it? Leave that box and look through this, I'll see if I can find more boxes to look through."

Kieran opened the other box, it was full of toys. Mostly Playmobil, if not all of it. Part of Kieran wanted to start playing with it, but he knew he was far too old to play with toys. It didn't stop him from looking through everything, even opening the pirate ship to look into it, just to make sure the compass they were looking for wasn't hiding inside the hull.

Bryan had taken one other box out and was busy rummaging through it, so Kieran went into the cupboard to find another. He couldn't see any at first, at least not near the floor, but as he looked up he saw a box. It sat on the top shelf, high up above him. He looked at Bryan, wanted to ask the older boy if he knew what was inside that box, but he looked deep in thought as he studied the items he pulled out from the box in front of him. Kieran looked back up at the box, then the shelves.

The shelves looked sturdy enough for him to use like a ladder. And if he climbed up where the shelves on one wall met the shelves from another wall, he could hold onto the post that supported the shelves in front. Unbeknownst to him, this was exactly how Bryan would climb up to retrieve items that would otherwise be out of his reach.

Kieran climbed up the shelves more quickly than he had anticipated being able to and found himself in a dilemma. To bring down the box safely, he really needed both his hands on the box, but if he let go of the pole, he'd surely fall to the floor. The space between the top shelf and the high ceiling looked to be large enough for Kieran to somewhat comfortably sit on the shelf while looking through the box in that position. So that is what he did.

Or started to do anyway. As he pushed the box aside to make room for him to park his buttocks onto the shelf, he uncovered some strange things that had been hiding behind the box. Two small transparent plastic boxes with what Kieran could only define as oversized pacifiers, pink no less, a normal sized baby blue pacifier and a white tub with a yellow sticker on it that read "Boy Butter". He had just reached out to grab the 16 oz. tub when he heard a loud gasp from underneath him.

Bryan had finished looking through the box that contained most of his old Legos, without finding the compass he was looking for. There was only one box left where it might be, the one he had put in front of his most secret things. He went into the cupboard and was about to climb up the shelves when he noticed Kieran hanging onto the pole with one hand and reaching for something at the back of the top shelf.

Bryan gasped out loud as he realized the younger boy must have seen what he absolutely didn't want anyone to see.

"Kieran! Come down from there, right now."

"Sorry Bryan. I didn't think you were hiding something up there. I only wanted to look into the box. Not the other stuff," Kieran explained after he had climbed back down.

"Okay. It's not a big deal anyhow. Just don't ever tell anyone what I've got on my top shelf, please."

"Oh, I'd never do that. But, why do you have those, uh, pacifiers?"

"When I was in prison a friend of mine gave them to me."

"Okay. Why do you keep them?"

"They help me go to sleep, if you really must know."

"You didn't need one last night though?"

"No, you were sucking my willy, so I didn't have to suck on a dummy."

Kieran only giggled at what Bryan said.

Chapter 82
Getting off the pill

They finally found the compass in the box that had been on the top shelf. By then, it was almost 9 AM, and even if both boys were in a dire need of peeing, Kieran insisted they ring the GP first.

"If we don't ring at exactly 9 AM, then we might not get a chance to talk to him today," he told Bryan as he held his finger over the dial button.

He kept swiping the phone every time it tried to turn off the display and just as the watch on it changed from 8:59 to 9:00 he hit the dial button. Apparently other people had gotten the same idea as the two boys only heard the busy signal from the speaker. Kieran redialled twice before they finally heard the proper sounds from the phone.

"Please dial 1 if you wish to speak to Dr Quinton, dial 2 for Dr Hansson, dial 3 for Dr Patel, dial 4 for secretary. Dial 0 if you wish to hear this message again."

"It's Dr Hansson we want," Kieran said and pushed on the 2 on his phone.

"The Doctor is currently speaking to another patient. Please hold. You're number… three… in line."

"I hate this part," Kieran said.

He put the phone on the desk in front of him and the boys sat listening to the music, frequently interrupted by the same bad recording of a lady telling them the Doctor was busy. Every time she announced what number they were, they held their breath for the short moment before a different voice said the actual number.

Bryan swore when she for the fourth time had said they were number three. He was about to tell Kieran to just hang up the phone so they could go pee, when suddenly he heard they were now number two. It was another agonizing eight minutes until they were told they were first in line. Another four minutes later the doctor introduced himself.

"Hello Dr Hansson. Kieran Byrne speaking."

"Ah, yes. What can I do for you today Kieran?"

"Uh, nothing really, I'm calling on behalf of my friend, Bryan. He's taking some pills he doesn't like very much and wants to know what you think of them."

"Okay, well, why don't you put him on the phone for me then?"

"Hello Dr Hansson, my name is Bryan Willowsby. I don't know if I'm registered with you but I hope you'll answer my questions anyway?"

"How old are you Bryan?"

"I'm thirteen years old. My birthday is the fourteenth of October."

"Okay. And where do you live?"

"In Lewdown."

"Right. May I ask why it isn't one of your parents I'm talking to right now?"

"Well, it's a rather long story, but the short version is I've been in prison for some time and while I was there they gave me sleeping pills at night. And now I've been released but my mum insist I must still take the sleeping pills as that's what the prison doctor had said."

"Do you know the name of the pills you take and their strength?"

"Uh, can you wait just a few seconds, the bottle is in the kitchen."

"Okay. So, for how long were you in prison Bryan?"

"A little over two and a half years. But I didn't do what they said I did."

"That's okay, I don't need to know the specifics."

"Kieran, grab that chair for me, I can't reach the pills from here… Okay, they are called… I can't pronounce this name Doctor, I have to spell it out for you. Z, i, m, o, v, a, n, e. And it says 7.5 milligrams."

"Are you sure you're holding the right medicine bottle Bryan? You couldn't accidently have picked up one of your parents' medicine?"

"Uh, no Doctor. It has a label with my name on it. Bryan Willowsby and then it says 1 pill each night for sleeping disorder."

"And your father's name isn't Bryan per chance?"

"No, Doctor, my dad's name is Douglas."

"Okay. Bryan, is either of your parents home now?"

"No. But, I'm old enough to mind myself while they're at work."

"That's not why I asked, I think you sound like a responsible teenager. No, the reason is that I need to tell them not to give you those pills anymore. They're not designed for children, in fact they haven't even been tested safe for children."

"So, they could be dangerous for me?"

"Well, they might be. How long have you been taking them?"

"For as long as I was in prison, one every night."

"Oh! Uh, okay. If you haven't experienced any ill effects from them I don't think you will. But they're really only meant to be taken for a maximum period of fourteen days. I'm afraid you can't just stop taking them from day to day. We'll have to gradually wean you out of them."

"Really? For how long?"

"I think the safest would be over a month. One week of ¾ pill per night, one week where you take ½ pill and two weeks of ¼ pill. But I'll have to speak to one of your parents about this."

"Okay, but I don't know how to tell them I've talked to you without them knowing."

"Don't worry about that. If you'll tell me how to reach either one of them, I'll call them myself and explain."

"Thank you, Doctor. Uh, there is one more thing, I'd like to talk to you about, but strictly without them knowing."

"It depends on what it is you want to talk to me about. I mean, whether or not your parents would need to be involved."

"Uh, well. Okay, it's just I'm afraid I haven't started puberty yet."

"Ah. I don't think you have anything to worry about, yet, but I can't really say that based on only talking to you on the phone. I can perform a check up on you, well, I really have to do that anyway to see if the Zimovane has had any ill effects on your body, although I'm fairly sure they haven't.

"Okay, I'd like that."

"Is it possible for you to get to Lifton on your own, say tomorrow?"

"Sure, it's close enough for me to cycle there."

"Alright. I have an opening for emergencies at 10AM. I can't promise to see you right then, but if you can come by and wait, then I'll make sure you won't leave again without having talked to me."

"Thanks again Dr Hansson. I'm sure Kieran can tell me how to find your surgery."

"You're welcome. Oh, Bryan, I'll need the phone number to reach your parents. Today, if possible."

Bryan told the doctor the telephone numbers to his mum and dad's mobile phones. Then told him he'd be at his office by 10AM the next day.

"Now, that wasn't so bad was it?" Kieran asked when Bryan ended the call.

"No, but if I don't get to pee like right now, I'll wet myself."

"You and me both then. Let's get back in your bathtub. Who gets to go first?"

"You peed on my face earlier. I think it's only fair I get to pee first now."

"Alright. Let's go!"

"No, don't let go until we're up there."

They hurriedly stripped out of all their clothes and got into the bathtub once again. Bryan stood with Kieran kneeling in front of him and the younger boy put his lips around the older boy's willy.

"No Kieran, don't suck on it. You'll only make it harder for me to relax."

The younger boy's giggles didn't help Bryan relax, so he turned on the faucet just a tiny bit so he could hear the sound of running water. This eventually got Bryan's own water flowing, though quite a bit more than Kieran could keep up with.

"Sorry," Bryan said after he had pinched his willy, cutting off the stream.

The younger boy coughed for a bit then put his lips back on Bryan's dick. Bryan relaxed his fingers a little and let a small trickle of pee flow through his little willy into his young friends mouth. He could see Kieran's cheeks slowly puff out and when the young boy swallowed, he cut off the flow for a short moment. It took a couple of minutes of slowly filling Kieran's mouth and allowing the boy to swallow before his bladder finally was empty.

"Your pee is delicious," Kieran told Bryan as he got up from his kneeling position and smacked his lips.

"I know you're lying now."

"Okay, it isn't exactly Pepsi Max, but it didn't taste horrid either. Only like, I don't know, lukewarm water?"

"Good, then the diluting theory worked! Alright, time for me to have some of your delicious waste water then."

Bryan kneeled and smiled up at Kieran.

"Your willy's all firm. You're really enjoying this aren't you?"

"I am. But I'll enjoy it more when my bladder doesn't feel like exploding."

"It won't be long now. Just concentrate on peeing, I'll squeeze your willy when I need to swallow, so don't worry about stopping before you've finished peeing."

"Okay."

Bryan moved his head close to Kieran's groin and pulled down a bit on the 4" erection so it pointed at his mouth. He closed his lips around the dick head and waited for the younger boy to start peeing into his mouth. Bryan didn't have to wait for long, the faucet was still running and it triggered Kieran's body to relax enough for the young boy to let go. Almost immediately Bryan had to pinch the firm erection using his thumb to press into the urethra and slow the stream of pee filling his mouth.

Although, he could easily tell that it was pee he had in his mouth, it didn't taste too bad. The diluted pee was mostly clean water with very little actual waste material in it, certainly a lot different from the times when he had been forced to let men empty themselves into him.

It was so disgusting back then, but doing this for Kieran is making me monster horny.

Even if drinking Kieran's pee made Bryan horny it also upset his stomach a little. Not to the point where he had to throw up, far from it, but he did get a bit nauseous from it. Fortunately Kieran's bladder was the size of a normal eleven year-old boy's, limiting the amount of pee Bryan had to drink to less than 5 dl. Queasy as he was, he still managed to suck Kieran into a powerful orgasm.

The two boys didn't have time to get out of the tub before Bryan's phone started ringing.

"It's my mum," Bryan said to Kieran before walking naked into his bedroom.

He answered it as soon as he had shut the door to the bathroom behind him.

"Hi mum!"

"Hello Bryan. Why have I just been on the phone with a Dr Hansson?"

"Because of the pills you want me to take every night."

"If you wanted to talk to a doctor, we have a perfectly good and competent GP right here next to the hospital."

"Sorry mum. I didn't know that."

"You could've just asked me and I would have gladly brought you to see her."

"Her? Mum, I don't want a female doctor!"

"Well, since you apparently went ahead and got registered with another doctor, you no longer have a female doctor. Still, Bryan, female doctors are just as good as male doctors, if not better."

"I don't want a woman to look at my willy or my bum when I need to have shots."

"There's no need for a doctor to look at your penis. Why on Earth would you need that?"

"Uh, no reason, not right now. I meant if I ever needed to have it examined for something."

"Sometimes I really wish you had been a girl, Bryan. You and your father do and say things I can't possibly understand. Anyway, we're going to see him next week. I've received an email from him with a schedule for how to get you off the medicine. I suppose I should've known better, with my line of work. I'm simply too used to doing what the doctors tell me."

"Mum, you're not a doctor, not even a nurse. You're onl… no you are a secretary, you don't have the training they do."

"You almost slipped there, didn't you? I do know I don't have the same training, but I did take several courses to learn about medicine before I could work as a secretary. Right, I need to get back to work, the journals don't write themselves."

"I'll call at noon."

"I know you will. Talk to you then."

"Bye mum."

"Bye Bryan."

"I don't get my mum."

"I don't get mine either, you're not alone, Bryan."

"No, really. When I was in prison, I had quite long hair. I mean almost shoulder length. And she complained about it making me look like a girl. Just now on the phone, she told me she wished I had been a girl."

"If you had been a girl, we wouldn't be friends now."

"I know really. I don't want to be a girl, well not, you know, with a vagina and breasts and all that. I don't mind pretending to be a girl with another boy. I mean for sex. I quite like it when someone uses me like a girl then."

"When someone sticks it in your bum?"

"Yes, 'xactly!"

"You can pretend to be my girl any time you want."

"Aw. And you can be my boyfriend any time you want."

"Whoa. Slow down. Let's just stick to being friends for now."

"Friends still fool around with each other, right?"

"Only the best of friends do that. And you are my best friend."

"So are you."

"Cool. Should we drink another glass of water now?"

"We just drank a lot."

"Yes, pee! Not water."

"If you don't mind, I'd rather have a glass of Coke."

"You mean real, proper Coca Cola?"

"Yes. The sugary stuff."

"Uh. Well, okay I suppose. It might make me a bit hyper though."

"I don't have anything else, well, save for lemonade? There's no sugar in that."

"That's probably better."

"Okay. It's almost the same colour as your pee, too, only the taste is quite different."

Both boys giggled at that.

Chapter 83
The map

The boys sat at Bryan's desk, now sipping on a glass of lemonade each. They didn't down it like they had done with the glasses of water earlier in the morning, as Bryan didn't think it necessary.

"We've just had like half a litre of pee each. It'll count as one glass of water," he had explained Kieran.

They sat with a large piece of square paper, upon which Bryan was drawing an outline of the manor.

"I know it isn't accurate, we'll just write the proper measurements down when we head out after lunch then we can draw a proper map after."

"Right," Kieran agreed.

Bryan knew what the landscape looked like, at least along the route to his secret location, so he drew that on the map as well. Dark green X's marked where there were trees, blue lines indicated the small stream they had crossed along the way. Light green meant meadows or fields and grey indicated the driveway.

"We'll use black for stone walls and such."

"We better bring all your colour pencils, there might be other things out there we don't know about."

"We'll pack a knapsack. Like when at camp."

"Long as we don't have to feast on mealworms I'm all for it."

"Eww, no worms, I promise. Only if they're made from liquorice then."

"Sweets would be cool. Or chocolate."

"It would, but I don't think we have any. Maybe dark chocolate."

"Nah, I'd rather go without then."

"Me too. Well, this is what the map of the known world looks like then. It seems to make most sense if we go directly south from here. That's a part of the property I've never explored."

"Then that is what we'll do."

Kieran thought for a bit.

"Can I tinkle in your bum now? I really need to pee again. All the water and lemonade and your pee wants to come back out now."

"Okay. I'm not entirely sure how we'll do this, but let's get into the bathtub and see what we can come up with."

They undressed quickly while Bryan thought of how to best position himself for making it possible for Kieran to pee into his bum. They found out Kieran's dick was long enough to pierce into Bryan's bum while both boys were standing. Bryan only had to lean forwards some while spreading his cheeks and with a bit of spit on Kieran's dick head it went in without a problem.

"Holy fuck, this is extremely nice," Kieran exclaimed as his dick pushed into Bryan.

"It's not bad on this end either. Turn on the faucet now and try to go."

"I'm not sure if I want to tinkle or just bum fuck you. I never thought it would feel quite like this."

"You can do both. But I think it would be more comfortable for you if you peed first."

"Then pee I shall."

It took a while, several minutes in fact, before Kieran finally was able to start peeing. Every time either boy shifted just a little, it would make his dick move a bit inside Bryan. The sensation from this conflicted with his need for peeing, and it was only when he had gotten more used to the heated firmness surrounding half of his dick that he finally could let his pee fly.

Bryan had started to tire from the bent over position when Kieran finally announced that he was going to start peeing. Not only was he tiring, the position he was in, also put some strain on his fairly full bladder. He really wanted to just pee right then and there, but kept from doing it as he also wanted to fulfil Kieran's request of being peed into.

The older boy had gotten used to rather high volume enemas by his almost daily rinsing out his bum. He was able to comfortably squirt in a total of 2 litres of water and hold it in for more than ten minutes before cramping from it. Thus, the pee enema he was in the middle of now, wasn't problematic at all. It did turn him on to no end, knowing that it wasn't water, at least not fresh from the tap, being squirted into his bum.

He only wished for Kieran to go on when the younger boy informed him that he was all done and slowly withdraw his penis from his bum hole. He clenched it tight, didn't want the pee to come gushing out as he hadn't given himself an enema that morning. He knew it wouldn't just be pee that'd come out if he lost control of his sphincter. This gave him an unexpected and unwelcomed challenge.

If I relax to pee, then surely my bum will relax too. Then there'll be pee and poo all over the tub. I'll have to poo it out first, before trying to pee. I can just pinch my willy tight when I poo, then I won't pee when I do that.

"Uh, Kieran. I need to use the loo before I can try to pee inside you. It probably won't smell very nice in here, when I go."

"Oh. Do you want me to leave while you poo?"

"That's up to you. You can stay if you want to, but I can't guarantee you'll survive it."

"I think I'll just stay. The exhaust fan is on so it can't get all that bad."

"Uh, you don't know what you're in for. But alright, if I don't get to pee soon I will blow up and then there'll be pee and poo all over."

Bryan carefully climbed out of the bathtub, still clenching his sphincter tight. Only when he sat on the toilet did he let loose while tightly clinching his little stiffy. It didn't take long for most of the pee and what else was inside his bum to come out and he dutifully wiped his bum hole before flushing. Only then did he unclench his penis and stand from the seat. A drop of pee emerged from his tight foreskin, otherwise the operation had went exactly as planned. His bum had been emptied and his bladder still full of pee, ready to go inside of Kieran's bum.

He dug into his memory, trying to find which position had made a dick go into him the furthest. There were only two such positions, one where Bryan had been laying on his back with his bum pushed up high and his knees almost touching his ears. But that would require Bryan to lay on top of Kieran and be able to look into his face. He doubted he could pee lying down like that.

The other position had been where Bryan was on his knees and hands and arching his back as much as he could. He'd never be able to forget when Charley had fucked him forcibly like that the first time in the disgusting shower room in the prison. It had been wild, and hurtful, particularly when the oversized cock went really deep into places it probably wasn't supposed to go. It had required Charley, and Beau too for that matter, to stand with their feet on either side of his knees and squat down a bit.

He guided Kieran into the latter position, told him really arch his back and push his bum out as much as he could. When he squatted behind him, he could see the little closed up backdoor of his friend. He put some spit on his dick and squatted lower. It took a bit of time to find the hole while pushing and readjusting. He couldn't rely on his sense of sight as his stiffy was much too small to even reach the anus before it was hidden from view.

"Is it in?" Bryan asked many times.

Kieran would then tell what direction and how far from the hole his dick was. It was like playing a game of hot or cold, though for Bryan's stiffy it was always feeling warm in between Kieran's buttocks. Finally his stiffy found Kieran's anus and immediately he pushed firmer at it. His dick didn't enter the warm tight tunnel, but his dick head was at last pushing at it.

"I'm going to try now. All of my pee might not go inside you, but at least some should."

"Okay."

Bryan's pee started to flow out of his dick at high pressure, it went into the anus and some went back out again. Most of it did however make it through the sphincter Bryan had told Kieran to relax as much as possible. Bryan moved his fingers from his stiffy and pushed his pelvis harder against Kieran's bottom. This in turn pushed his little stiffy a bit more into the tight bum hole making a perfect seal around his penis.

"Ooh," Kieran gasped as he felt Bryan's little dick move just a little further into him.

The sensation of having pee filling his bottom was strange. It wasn't exactly how he had imagined it would feel, still he wasn't complaining. It had been his secret wish for it to happen for the longest time, yet he didn't know exactly what had prompted him to wish for it. It didn't really matter to him right then as he laid on his hands and knees with Bryan holding onto his hips.

Bryan didn't pull his dick head free from the little opening it had squeezed into, it felt much too nice for the older boy even when he had stopped peeing. He pushed harder at Kieran, hoping for his dick to be able to sink further inside the hot tunnel of his younger friend. Alas, he only managed to move Kieran's body forwards with his small pelvic thrusts.

If only my willy was an inch longer I'd be able to fuck him proper. It's just so God damn useless!

It wasn't until Kieran complained about his knees starting to hurt from the hard surface in the bathtub that Bryan finally gingerly got up and the still stiff willy moved out of his bum hole. Kieran made sure to squeeze his anus shut as he stood up and got out of the bathtub. The pee Bryan hadn't managed to put inside of him dripped onto the floor as he quickly went over to sit on the toilet before he created an even bigger mess.

Later, as the boys helped each other clean the two bathrooms, they discussed how it had felt being peed into and agreed that it surely wouldn't be the last time they'd do that particular activity together. Their attention soon shifted to the quest they'd set out on after lunch, though.

"Operation Explore the South," as Bryan had named it, was quite an expedition, at least it was in Bryan's eyes. It wasn't just going to be a long hike to find something interesting to do, no this was a matter of making a reliable map that generations to come would find useful.

"It may even save peoples' lives!" Bryan stated.

Kieran wanted to laugh at the older boy, that thought was just too silly. With the technology readily available to anyone who had a smartphone or even a basic GPS, nobody would ever need a map drawn by two kids to find their way around. Besides, walking from one side of the Willowsby property to the other could hardly take more than a couple of hours. Surely not long enough for anyone to die from thirst or lack of food.

He didn't laugh though. Even if Bryan was acting immature, in fact quite childish, when talking about some things, he was much more mature in other areas. He knew a lot about sex, one of the more important things to Kieran, and when they talked about it, and even better had sex with each other, Bryan never acted like a child.

He may look like a child, his dick certainly looks like it belongs on a boy half his age, but he knows everything there is to know about sex.

While that wasn't exactly true, what Bryan did know about that particular subject was far more than Kieran would ever get to know. A better way to put it might be that Bryan knew a lot about sex, but he hardly knew anything about love. He knew what would make his body feel nice, though he knew far more about how to make someone else feel that way, and he knew what would hurt like a bitch. But, true and proper unconditional love he'd never fully experienced.

Bryan might not know much about unconditional love, but he did know, or at the very least, had an idea of how to make the best map ever made by anyone. After lunch, the two boys set off from the southern-most part of the country house. They had amassed the supplies they needed for the expedition and carried them in backpacks. Kieran had been issued with Bryan's schoolbag, something that really didn't do much to further the younger boy's imagination of having been sent out by the king to chart out the unknown land ahead.

At least, Bryan had trusted the younger boy to carry the old compass. It meant Kieran had to make sure they walked in a straight line to the south. Quite often he was told to stop while Bryan added things to the map. Not so often, but still frequently they'd mark a tree or a bush with their streams of pee. The large amount of water they had been drinking throughout the morning meant they had to pee far more often than normal.

"How far do you think we have walked by now?" Bryan asked.

"Sec… Uh, 1252 meters," Kieran said after having checked the GPS tracker app on his smartphone.

Bryan looked at the field in front of them. It had recently been ploughed after the summer's harvest of wheat.

Or something or other, it might've been wheat. I can see straw in the dirt.

He shifted his look from the field down to his and Kieran's sneakers.

"I think we're wearing the wrong footwear for this," he told the younger boy.

"It'll be fine, it looks solid to me."

Kieran took a step into the field, then another and a third. He turned to look back at Bryan that hadn't moved with him.

"Aren't you coming?"

"I really don't think we should continue."

"Aw, why not? See, I'm not sinking into the dirt?"

He stomped his left foot harder into the dirt he was standing on. When nothing happened he jumped up with both feet off the ground. When he came back down his feet went through the dried up crust of dirt and sank into the mud below it.

"Aw, man!" he cried out in desperation as he realised what had just happened.

"I told you!"

Kieran tried to take a step towards Bryan but the mud wouldn't let go of his sneaker-clad feet.

"Don't just stand there, help me!"

"Alright. Calm down. It isn't like the ground will open up and swallow you whole."

"I'm not afraid of that! I'm about to fall over."

Bryan shed the backpack from his back before he carefully walked the two paces to where Kieran was. He couldn't see the younger boy's feet at all. His legs seemed to just stop, just below the top of his socks, everything lower than that was sitting below the muddy surface of two holes in the dirt. As Bryan looked closer, he could see the crust of dried dirt was only about 3 cm thick. It had been enough to fool Kieran into thinking all of the field was nothing but dry dirt.

"Here, hold onto my shoulder and let's get you out of there."

The two boys worked together and finally Kieran stood on top of the crust again. His left sneaker was missing and the sock he was wearing had turned from white to dirt brown from the mud. He was close to crying when he noticed he was missing one of his shoes. He sniffled as Bryan laid on his knees and reached into the muddy pool trying to locate the lost sneaker.

It seemed to take ages for the older boy to force the mud to let go of the trapped shoe but finally he sat back and held up the once so pristine looking sneaker. As Bryan upturned the sneaker to get rid of the muddy water inside it, Kieran sobbed and his tears started running down his cheeks.

"Hey now, Kieran. It isn't so bad. It's just a bit of mud. We'll put it in the washer when we get back home and it'll be good as new again."

It took quite a bit of time for Bryan to comfort Kieran while they slowly walked back towards the manor. Kieran had slipped of his muddy sock and Bryan had wringed it out and put it inside the quite messy sneaker.

I fucking hope it'll work washing it. It's my fault it happened. What a bloody stupid idea to make a map in the first place.

As they passed a small stretch of rocky surface, Kieran held onto Bryan and hopscotched next to him. He was still unhappy but had stopped crying. Back at the manor, Kieran used the garden hose to wash off as much mud from his feet as he could. Bryan went inside to find a towel for his unlucky friend and both of them went to the small utility room where the washer and dryer was.

"Put the trainers and socks in the washer," Bryan said to Kieran.

"You sure this'll work?"

"Honestly, I've no clue. But it can hardly make them any worse than they are now."

Kieran threw his socks and then the trainers into the washer and closed the door to it. He could see them through the thick glass in the door. Bryan looked at the four different kinds of laundry detergents available. Never having operated a washing machine before made for a really hard choice, not only of what detergent to use, but also if he should use fabric softener. He was in for another surprise as he slid open the drawer where he had seen his mum put in the detergent and fabric softener. The drawer was divided into three sections, neither of which showing any signs whatsoever of what went where and why.

A closer inspection revealed that the sections were numbered, 1 through 3, but that didn't really help Bryan much. Kieran proved just as clueless as Bryan.

The detergents were at least labelled and Bryan knew how to read, so he did just that. Unfortunately none of the labels clearly stated any of the detergents were made for washing sneakers, but he knew bleach would probably not be a good idea. That ruled out one of the detergents. Another one was exclusively for wool, so he discarded that one too. The last two were both for coloured clothing, one liquid and the other was a powdery substance. He chose the powder, only because it had a scoop in it.

When the boys couldn't find an instruction manual for the washer that could reveal which section of the drawer was for what, Bryan added a scoopful of the powdery detergent to all three sections. He closed the drawer and looked at the dial for selecting a wash cycle. Neither of the cycles were specifically for footwear, let alone sneakers, so he selected what he thought matched the best, the delicate cycle. He couldn't select a temperature above 30C, he found out after having pressed the temperature selector button a number of times, so he chose that, said a quick prayer and hit the start button.

"Okay, 65 minutes and your trainers should be clean."

"Clean, but probably very wet."

Kieran watched and listened to the washer filling halfway with water. One sneaker floated on top of the rising water, the other sat with the socks at the bottom of the drum filling with water. It took a couple of minutes for the washer to do anything other than fill with water, then the drum started spinning slowly. The floating sneaker stayed afloat for the first 4 revolutions, then it tipped over and rapidly filled with soapy water too.

Instead of spending the next hour watching the washer doing its job, the boys went upstairs. It was quite a lot more interesting for Kieran to be thoroughly washed by Bryan.

Chapter 84
Striking a deal with the devil

When Bryan had finished washing Kieran's body, he turned his focus to the younger boy's bum. The firm small buttocks were quite intriguing to Bryan. He hadn't ever really thought of himself as being into other boys' bums, but there was something about touching Kieran's bum.

It's different than the other boys' bums. Maybe it's 'cause it's smaller?

It certainly was smaller than any boy (or man) Bryan had been intimate with. Only Lewis' bum could have been smaller, but Bryan hadn't exactly been intimate with the seven year-old he had been imprisoned for killing. Wrongfully of course, but still Bryan felt awfully guilty of having made it possible for Colt to stab the little, very young boy. It didn't help much that Dan had told him Colt might have done it anyway, or would've put the little boy through the same if not worse, experience that Bryan had been through.

I'd never put anyone through the same stuff I've been through. Though, I can see why older boys might enjoy a younger boy's bum. Kieran's sure is nice anyway. And it's hella tight, too.

He'd slipped his index finger a bit inside Kieran's bum hole, almost without giving it any thought. The young boy didn't prevent him from doing it, he'd only happily spread his legs a bit while being careful of not slipping in the bathtub.

It did feel a little rough going in, with only water to aid the insertion and so Kieran couldn't help but gasp out in a bit of pain.

Bryan understood the problem immediately and slowly removed his finger from the warm hole.

"No, please don't," Kieran said desperately.

"But I'm hurting you."

"Was still kind of nice."

"I'll do something that'll be even better. Let's dry off and go to my bed. I'll show you."

With Kieran positioned on Bryan's bed, face down with his pelvis up on the two pillows, Bryan moved in behind him. Having his bum licked was something Bryan liked a whole lot, the only thing that could be better in his world was kissing. He had licked a bum or two himself, lately it had been Beau's. The older boy had been quite demanding in how he wanted Bryan to lick it, even if it had been quite messy at times. Bryan had licked it anyway, only stopping a few times to spit. With Beau holding onto his little nuts, he hadn't had much of a choice, really.

The smaller bum in front of him was clean, however. He knew as he had just washed it himself, heck he'd even given it a pee enema just a few hours beforehand. The very thought of that gave him a stiffy that just wouldn't vanish on its own. He couldn't do much about it, not with both of his hands spreading open the two buttocks in front of him.

I'd trade in my soul with the Devil himself to be able to sink my cock, my BIG cock into Kieran's bum right about now. One the size of Charley's, a proper horse cock, so I could fuck him real deep. Oh, I'd give my right nut for that. Hell, both of them, if only I could still get a stiffy and orgasm.

The Devil didn't have any use for Bryan's soul, at least a horse sized cock didn't magically grow out between his legs that day. He had to settle for the chance of licking the tastiest bum he'd ever dare imagine, and that's what he did. He drove Kieran close to madness lapping, licking and probing the tight bum hole with his tongue. The younger boy certainly didn't pay any attention to his prized sneakers being tumbled around inside the washer, as Bryan did the best he could to stick all of his tongue into Kieran's bum.

He didn't say anything when Bryan all of a sudden switched to stick his finger deep inside of him, this time it went in easy, on a film of spit. It stretched him a bit when the older boy added another finger to slide in deep, yet it was only uncomfortable for a moment or two. When the fingers started massaging the spot inside his bum, one he didn't even know was there, he couldn't keep silent any longer.

Kieran sounds almost like an actor in one of those lame pornos Colt made me watch.

And he did, albeit as he did it in his high-pitched treble voice, it sounded more like Kieran was imitating one of the female porn stars.

It only makes sense, he's the one being fucked by my fingers, ain't he?

Bryan almost responded to the dirty-talk from Kieran as the younger boy kept begging him to "keep doing it just like that." But he refrained as he feared it would only make him sound like Beau or, even worse, like Colt. Still, he wanted to make it feel even better to Kieran. A quick glimpse at his futile little boner only made it evident to Bryan that the Devil hadn't heard his offer of one while-maybe-not-pure-but-still-little-boy soul in exchange for a horse sized prong.

I do have something I could use though.

"Don't move, Kieran. I'll be right back."

Ignoring the younger boy's objections and questions of why he stopped, he quickly ran to his cupboard and scaled the shelves, faster than ever before. He almost dropped the half full container of Boy Butter on his way back down, but he made it down in one piece. Both him and the container. After a quick visit to one of his desk drawers, he jumped back onto the bed behind Kieran who still had his legs parted. The younger boy was still asking what he was on about, as Bryan opened the container and dipped one end of the candle he had gotten from his desk drawer into it.

"This will feel real nice in a minute," Bryan said as he spread the younger boy's buttocks using his right hand.

The candle was about the same width as his two fingers, maybe slightly less, but more importantly, it was more than double in length.

Even if Bryan said it would feel nice, it felt nothing but to Kieran. It was cold, the Boy Butter was cold as well. It didn't feel anything like the fingers that had massaged his prostate so nicely before.

"I don't like it," Kieran told Bryan as he reached back with one hand to stop the older boy from inserting more of the cold and hard stearin into his bum hole.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Kieran."

"Just do what you did with your fingers that was brilliant!"

"Okay. The butter should at least make my fingers feel a bit nicer when it warms up."

"I'm going to cum in 20 seconds if it's any nicer than it was before."

"Not if I have anything to say about it!"

Bryan didn't let Kieran orgasm after only 20 seconds, he spent another five minutes finger fucking and massaging the little gland inside his young friend. Then, he finally allowed him to cum. The twitching of the young, but strong anus told him Kieran really enjoyed it.

While Kieran lay basking in his post-orgasmic bliss, Bryan went to his bathroom to retrieve his washcloth and a towel. With gentle but effective swipes he cleaned up the Boy Butter from his friend's still upturned bum and then wiped it with the towel. He sat next to Kieran on the bed but didn't get a chance to lay down next to him before he heard the eager voice from the younger boy.

"Can I do that to you? Please?"

After Kieran had finished playing with Bryan's bum, the two boy's adventurously went down the stairs naked to check up on the washer. It was beeping as they opened the door to the utility room, something Bryan at first thought was due to something having gone wrong. The beeping only really meant it had finished, he could see as he stood in front of the white machine. He opened the door, and reached into the drum, expecting to find only lint but much to his relieve, he found the two sneakers and socks inside.

They were undamaged, though the insole had come out of one of them. They weren't exactly as white as they had been prior to being sunk deep into a mud bath, but they were a lot cleaner than when they had been put into the washer. Bryan apologized profoundly to Kieran but the younger boy took it in stride.

"They're only trainers. I've almost outgrown them anyway. Put them in the dryer and let's see what happens."

It was a darn sight more happy boy than had been in tears over his sneakers. Bryan wasn't sure what had made the change in the boy, only hoped it would last. He put the sneakers inside the tumble dryer and shut the door. There wasn't a window in that door, so they couldn't see what went on inside but could hear the ruckus it made as the sneakers were lifted and then fell to the bottom of the drum only to be lifted up again.

"Fuck, I hope it won't break from this," Bryan said as he listened to the incessant thuds coming from inside of the machine.

"Don't tell me. Your mum would kill you!"

"Damned right she would."

"Well, there's no smoke coming from it. No screeching or anything. Only the sound of my trainers moving around in it. It'll be fine."

"I sure hope so. Oh, I almost forgot. Don't want to leave any evidence behind."

Bryan opened the tray in the washer and saw one of the sections still had the detergent he had put inside it. Another was completely clean and the last was, well, not exactly clean. He wondered why the last one, the one in the middle was full of water with quite a bit of the detergent still in the bottom of it. He couldn't think of a reason for it, but knew he couldn't leave it like that. The tray had been clean when he opened it.

It took him a bit of time pulling at the tray before realising he had to push down on a latch for the washer to finally let go of it. Then it was simply a matter of giving it a rinse under the faucet in the deep sink in the utility room to get rid of the leftover detergent. He wiped it down using paper kitchen towels he had sent Kieran to fetch. Once he figured out how to put the tray back into the washer, all evidence from him ever having used the machine had gone. He even remembered to turn the cycle selector back to 0 where it had been.

"What do you want to do now? It'll be another hour and a half before my parents come home."

"Hmm, since we're still naked and all. Can I stick it in your bum? To fuck, not to pee?"

"I think I might like that. Okay. Let's do it."

Chapter 85
No girls needed

Bryan laid on his back, holding onto the back of his thighs while Kieran moved to position himself. The younger boy could easily see the hole where he wanted to stick his dick into, it was right there, in between the two buttocks so widely spread apart. He could scarcely believe his luck, not only had Bryan turned out to be a great friend, he was also a more than willing partner for fooling around.

Though bum fucking hardly qualifies as fooling around. It's proper sex!

Even so, Kieran wasn't about to back out. His dick had already been inside that hole once, though he had concentrated harder on making himself pee rather than what it had felt like then. This time, it wouldn't be for peeing but for properly fucking the older, but very slightly smaller, boy submitting himself so willingly to him.

The difference in their height was so little it was nearly impossible to tell, unless measured. Which they had in fact done, standing up against the wall in Bryan's room. The two feint pencil marks on the wall, one for Bryan and one for Kieran, were indisputable evidence of the all-important 0.75cm difference in Kieran's favour. The difference between the lengths of their private parts was much more evident, yet Bryan had insisted they measure those too. And not in inches, no it had to be centimetres.

"It's more accurate that way," Bryan had claimed.

Inches or centimetres didn't change the fact Kieran 'won' that competition easily too. His dick measured almost exactly 10 cm [3.9"], depending on whether or not they included the foreskin in the measurement. Something Bryan had insisted on, as the older boy knew his dick was much shorter when his tight skin was retracted. Still his only measured 6.5 cm [2.56"], even when he had tried to cheat and make his foreskin stick out further than usual. It had all been good old natured fun though. Bryan was elated even if he 'lost', he was well pleased that his willy was 2.5" and not the 2" he had thought it was.

It was fun, and quite exciting too, for both boys, what Kieran was about to do when he sat there on his knees in front of Bryan's upturned bum. The oval hole seemed to beg him to stick all of his 10 cm dick into it, glistening from Bryan's own spittle as it was. Kieran was almost shivering from excitement as he shuffled closer to Bryan. He could hear Bryan's words of encouragement, prompting him to go ahead and put it in. Bryan lifted his legs further back, making sure the younger boy had as easy access to his nether region as possible.

When Kieran finally pushed himself into Bryan, the young boy's penis sunk in to the hilt in one push. Bryan knew it was fully in when the tip of it poked into his firm little prostate. It hadn't hurt him at all, his bum hole by then had gotten used to much larger pricks being shoved into it with far lesser concern for his wellbeing.

As the younger boy figured out how to position himself behind and above him, Bryan emitted only happy sounds. When Kieran started moving his dick back out a bit and sunk it right back in again, the older boy let go of his thighs, folded his legs around Kieran's narrow hips and locked his feet tightly together. Kieran could still freely move in and out of his bum, as he lay there on his hands and knees above Bryan. It wasn't long before Bryan hugged the younger boy with his arms too.

It was Kieran who started kissing Bryan this time, turning their fooling around into so much more than simple sex.

This is proper love making, if I have to label it, Bryan thought.

Kieran's short in and out movements, hardcoded into his instincts from long before he ever had a need for them, slowly improved. At first he'd fucked into Bryan irregularly, almost rushed, something Bryan didn't really mind, but the older boy knew it would be far better for both, if Kieran could find the rhythm. Any rhythm would do the job, as long as it was, well rhythmic.

Bryan had the advantage of having his legs folded up around Kieran, all he had to do was to relocate his feet a little. With his right heel dug into the valley between Kieran's firm buttocks, he was able to set the pace, simply by tensing or relaxing his lower legs. It was like Bryan had found the remote control for Kieran's short thrusts, when he wanted the younger boy to go faster, he'd nudge his heel more firmly against Kieran's tailbone and splay his knees open a little more. If Kieran then sped up too much, he could slow him right down by gripping him more closely with his lower legs and moving his knees closer together.

Soon, Bryan also started working his little but mighty bum hole, exactly like Charley had always wanted him to do, but Bryan hadn't been able to with the monster cock inside of him. He didn't keep it tight all the time like Beau had forced him to, but relaxed his bum when Kieran moved forwards and gripped the skinny 10cm dick firmly as it was pulled back out a bit.

"Holy fuck, it feels wicked when you do that," Kieran told Bryan after breaking off their kissing.

The young boy had momentarily stopped with his dick fully inside of the older boy, catching his breath. He started back up just after, unable to just let his dick sit there. With renewed energy he soon moved in the same rhythm as before he stopped.

"It feels great on this end too," Bryan agreed.

Though Kieran's dick was slim, it was just long enough to reach Bryan's prostate, to prod into it and slide over it a little bit. If it had been five or maybe even six inches [13-15 cm]

Bryan's little stiffy was every bit as stiff as the somewhat larger one moving in and out of his bum was, but Bryan couldn't reach it in the position they were laying in. He didn't really mind either, the way he was controlling the action in his bum more than made up for not being able to manipulate his own stiffy. He only hoped Kieran had enough stamina left for letting Bryan experience an anal orgasm before he'd run out of steam and go through his own kiddy cum inside of him.

He tried to time it so both of them would orgasm at the same time something made harder to do as the closer they both got the more often Kieran would stop for a breather. It seemed to Bryan that the younger boy was climbing up the hill much faster than he was.

Must be so much easier to cum from fucking than being fucked.

Bryan did what he could to keep Kieran going when he felt himself getting nearer the point of no return, yet the boy stopped once again. It was nice laying there kissing and being fucked by the slim dick that hadn't even hurt when it was stuck inside of him. Still, Bryan wanted desperately to cum! Anal orgasms were just so much better than penile orgasms or at least they were to Bryan.

I can always wank to get a normal orgasm. I can't really fuck myself to get that great feeling.

It wasn't due to a lack of trying. Bryan had on a number of occasions fucked himself with his fingers, but even if he could sort of just reach his prostate with the very tip of his middle finger, it just wasn't enough for him to actually cum from it. He hadn't tried to fuck himself with the candle in his drawer, like he had tried to fuck Kieran with it, and wasn't about to try it now Kieran had told him it didn't feel nice at all.

Kieran still hadn't resumed his fucking and Bryan thought he'd never be able to orgasm from being fucked by the younger boy. He felt his level of excitement ebb out, it seemed to decrease with every passing second of inactivity in his bum.

"No!" Bryan said out loud.

"Huh?"

"Please, you've got to keep doing it. Even if it's just for a minute. I need to get off. Please!"

"Thought you liked it."

"I do! But I'll like it even more after a minute of nonstop serious fu... Ahhhh!"

Kieran was already fucking full speed before Bryan managed to complete his sentence. Kieran didn't understand the part about getting off. Well, he knew the nice feelings from wanking long enough of course, he just didn't realise that you'd be able to get off while being fucked in the arse. He'd thought fucking was a strict one-sided affair, something only the top would get something out of.

Maybe that's why he wants me to hurry up. So he can fuck me and cum.

He really did what he could, but fucking was so much harder than wanking. It really took a lot of energy out of the young boy, much more than he'd ever thought it would require. He just had to stop again. Only for a few seconds to catch his breath again. His lungs felt about ready to pop out of his mouth, his nostrils and throat much too narrow to allow the amount of air in that he needed. He heard Bryan whine from frustration underneath him. Still, he had to take another few gasps of air before he felt ready to resume.

Kieran felt every bit like a marathon runner who suddenly found himself on the finishing straight, the throes of a sweet orgasm about to overcome his body when he felt Bryan's body jerk underneath him.

What's he doing? Surely he can't…

But he was. Bryan had waited longer than he had anticipated, had been denied orgasm more times than he really cared for. Now, he let himself be carried away on the strong wings of a powerful anal orgasm. He didn't notice Kieran had stopped fucking him, couldn't care less whether or not the slim boner moved inside him. The orgasm faded rapidly, left his knackered body behind and he tiredly opened his eyes to look straight up into Kieran's. He smiled shyly at the bewildered boy, thanking him silently for what he had done.

They lay like that for a moment before Bryan realised Kieran weren't making any attempts to move away from him.

"Did you cum?" he asked the young boy.

"Nuh-uh. Did you?"

"Uh-huh. Was really nice."

"You came from me fucking you?"

Bryan nodded.

"I didn't even know you could do that. Cum from being fucked?"

"Why not? You came from my fingers in your bum not so long ago."

"That's different. You were moving them all over. Massaging that thing in there."

"Your prostate, yes. Your dick did that to mine now."

"That's cool. So you get something out of pretending to be my girl too."

Bryan pulled a face at the words Kieran had said.

"I didn't mean it like that. Girls are strange. I'd only really be with one if she let me fuck her. I prefer my friends to be boys."

"I'd never want to fuck a girl. Only boys."

"Don't you want to at least try it once? Only for comparison?"

"Nah, I don't need to try it to know I only like boys. I've never even fantasized about being with a girl."

"Oh. Well, until I do try it, I'm not going to stop fooling around with you. It's great fun."

"It is. Go ahead, fuck me some more. So you orgasm too."

"I don't feel like doing that. Not now anyway."

"Too tired?"

"Yes. It feels really nice but it's just so much work. I felt like dying."

"You still have a stiffy."

"Duh, my dick is inside your body. It's bloody nice in there."

"Want me to suck it?"

"What? After it's been in your bum?"

"Sure. My bum's clean."

"Okay."

Kieran pushed himself off of Bryan and lay next to him on the bed. Bryan had him push up his bum so he could place a folded pillow under it, and the older boy sat legs crossed between the younger's outspread legs.

"Ah, I love this!" Kieran said loudly as Bryan sucked in his dick.

He gasped when Bryan put a spit-covered finger into his bum while he kept sucking on his dick. The double frontier assault on his body got him to climax within moments.

"If it's always going to be like this, I won't ever need a girl to fuck," he said gaspingly after Bryan had finished working over his body.

Chapter 86
A drowned rat

Bryan was on the road, forcing his bicycle to drive as fast as it could. What had started as only a drizzle when he left his home had suddenly changed into much worse rain. He was halfway to Lifton when the sky seemingly fell from above in one massive pool of water cascading down onto him. He had heard distant claps of thunder when he set off, but had optimistically pedalled off without wearing any more than just a light summer's coat. Something he really was regretting now as the lighting and thunder came closer and closer.

The cars drove slowly past him, most had their lights on even when it was 9:30 in the morning. The day before, the sun had already been high in the sky. Now, it was nowhere to be seen.

Typical fucking English weather. Now I'll probably catch a cold too.

He saw a car approaching and could hear another one coming up towards him from behind. He considered to just keep pedalling, wanted to get out of the rain as quickly as possible. It not only made him wet but also extremely cold. The wind made it hard for him to ride in a straight line, but at least it went across the road before he was hit almost straight on by it. He didn't have to fear being blown onto the road by it, the worse it could do was push him off into the long grass next to the road.

He quickly made up his mind to move off the road and wait for the two cars to pass him. He was happy for his decision as he noticed it wasn't a small car approaching him from the rear, it was a large van. He noticed the chromed three-spokes-in-a-circle Mercedes logo on the front just before it passed him. He couldn't see the company name or any other details on the back as the less than clean water on the road was sucked up by the van and poured onto him. Even if he didn't think the driver would be able to see it, he made a very obscene hand signal at the van as it vanished into the greyness of the rain.

"You mother fucking idiot! Come back here and I'll fucking teach you a thing or two about life!" he shouted from the top of his lungs in his high pitched voice.

As if he wasn't wet enough from the water pouring almost horizontally onto him, the spray from the van had covered the entire side of his body with small dirt and rubber particles. And probably a number of other small things you'd never expect to find on a tarmac road when you looked at it. He angrily got back on his bicycle, he didn't want to be late for his appointment. The first time he was going to a GP on his own. He had even taken a shower that morning and put on freshly washed clothes. Even wore deodorant.

He didn't know what the doctor had in store for him, maybe he'd only talk to him.

But maybe he wants to give me a full medical examination. Wouldn't want to stand there wearing dirty underwear with skid marks in the rear.

"All of that for this?!" he yelled looking angrily at the sky above him.

It looked like one giant storm cloud had taken over the sky. Only when he quickly scanned the entire horizon could he see a very faint blue piece of sky. But it looked as the storm was going to push that aside any minute now too. So it would dominate the entire sky. He quickly got his eyes back on the road instead of looking at the sky. He'd already veered into the road when the gusting wind died down for only a fraction of a second.

He was happy when he finally parked his bicycle in the rack outside the small doctor's surgery. He quickly put the chain lock through the opening in the frame of the bike and around the rack. That way, if anyone wanted to nick his bike, they'd have to run off with the rack too. Though he doubted anyone in Lifton would want to steal his bicycle and certainly not in this rain, he didn't want to take any unnecessary risks. He walked to the entrance door to the surgery and noticed his reflection in the glass door.

"I look like a drowned rat," he mumbled disgustedly to himself.

His hair was flush against his skull, all the wax he had so carefully distributed into it that same morning had been washed away by the rain. The burr cut he had received when he had been in prison was fortunately only a very vague memory now. His hair had been spiked, and it had taken him half an hour in front of his mirror to get every bit of it sitting exactly how he wanted it. He didn't think of himself as being vain, but he had heard what his parents said about his lengthy morning ritual in front of the mirror when they thought he couldn't hear him.

Looks are important! Why else do people go on about first impressions and all?

He was happy to see he had arrived a bit early. It was 9:50 and the doctor had told him it wouldn't be until after 10, maybe a little later, he had time to see him. He spoke to the secretary then made a beeline to the restrooms. Fortunately it was one with sink, and more importantly a mirror and toilet in one room. After securing the door, he used paper towels to dry his face and bare legs, he had stupidly worn shorts that morning, but with all the rain it was probably for the better anyway.

Then he set onto the more important task, bringing some kind of life back into his dreadful looking hair. It took a lot of paper towels to get most of the water out of it and without any wax and brush, he didn't even have a comb, he tried to use his fingers to make it at least somewhat spiky again. He wasn't pleased with the result, but it had to make do. At least it no longer looked as if his mum had cut his hair using a bowl as reference.

Bryan exited the restroom feeling a bit more at ease with his appearance, even if his clothes were more than just a bit damp. Before sitting on the plush, but fairly worn chair, he took of his jacket. The polo shirt he wore underneath it was mostly damp too. He could feel the clammy sensation on his shoulders and back. He wasn't alone in the waiting room, but he didn't talk to any of the other people waiting. They were all grownups, most of them elderly and he wasn't feeling confident enough to make small talk with any of them.

He picked up a magazine from the table beside him and started slowly leafing through it. He furrowed his eyebrows as every article in it and even the ads all without exception was about Diabetes in one way or another. It wasn't until he looked at the front page of it that he understood why. The name of the magazine was 'Diabetes'. He felt more than a little stupid when he put it back on the table and looked for something a little more interesting to him. He sighed silently when he found nothing but ladies' magazines and other issues of the 'Diabetes' one.

He had just prepared himself for a long boring wait when he heard someone calling out his name.

"Bryan? Bryan Willowsby?"

Bryan looked up and saw a man looking at him.

"Bryan?" The man asked again.

Bryan blushed a little and nodded affirmatively and quickly got onto his feet. He shook the man's hand when he got close enough to do so and followed him to his office. Though he wasn't wearing a lab coat he had presented himself as Dr Hansson. It was his name on the sign next to the door as well. Bryan sat in the chair the doctor bid him and waited as the man read from his computer monitor.

"So, Bryan. I talked to your mother yesterday, I would've talked to your father too, but I wasn't able to reach him on the phone. I trust you've already started cutting back on the Zimovanes?"

"Yes, even if my mum thought it was very hard to cut off a quarter of the pill last night."

"Ah, yes. I suppose that could be a problem. I'll make a prescription for you now, it'll make it easier for your mum. For the first week, you'll need to take one half of the pills you already have and one half of the new ones. Then the following week you'll take one half of the pills you have now, and the last two weeks you'll take one half of the new ones. Don't worry about remembering all of this now, I'll write it down in a note you can bring to your mum. Did you have any problems going to sleep last night?"

"No, I went to bed at half past nine and switched off the light around half ten. I fell asleep not long after."

"Okay. Well, when school starts up again, that's on Tuesday isn't it?"

"Yes, doctor."

"Right, then you should probably think about going to bed earlier. What time will you need to get up to be ready for school?"

"6 I think. The bus leaves from Lewdown a little after 8."

"Right, you should try to make sure you sleep no later than 9 then. What is more important than when you go to sleep is that you wake fully rested. But teenagers generally need nine to ten hours of sleep."

"Okay."

Bryan wasn't completely sure about that, but the man in front of him was a doctor. He had to know what he was talking about. On the other hand, Bryan had never been one for staying up late anyway. Not even before he was forced to take sleeping pills.

"Okay. Well, I remember you told me you had some concerns as to maybe suffering from delayed puberty?"

"Yes. That's actually more important to me than the sleeping pills. My 14th birthday is on the 14th of October, and we're almost in September now. That's in less than seven weeks. But, as you can see, I don't look fourteen at all, not even thirteen."

"Well. First things first, puberty doesn't start when a boy is, let's just say, twelve years old. It can start for some boys when they are as young as nine, while with others it won't happen until they are nearly fifteen. That's what we think of as being the norm. For very few boys it'll start earlier than nine and for few boys it'll start later than fourteen. Only very few boys will ever need to undergo hormone treatment to suppress or jumpstart puberty."

"So you're telling me not to worry about it?"

"Yes. Unless you've been seriously ill and had to have chemotherapy or something like that, then I doubt you'll have any problems. Other than being impatient of course, which is quite understandable too."

"Okay. Uh, I never thought I'd ask this of anyone, but could you, I don't know, have a look? Just to see that everything is fine?"

"Like a check-up?"

"Yes."

The doctor looked at the clock on the wall. Bryan looked too, it was 22 minutes past 10.

"It isn't something we normally do, but we don't have many patients in the waiting room and my first appointment cancelled. Okay, I can do that, also since I haven't received your journal from your old GP yet. Please, take off your clothes but keep your underwear on."

Bryan got up and looked around for a place to put his clothes. Finding none apparent places, like a coat stand, he opted to put his coat on the chair he had been sitting on. He pushed off his trainers and sat to remove his socks. Standing back up he pulled off his polo shirt, which left his upper body bare and undid the belt in his shorts. He pushed them off his hips and quickly pulled his underwear back up as they had started to come down with the shorts.

He put the shorts on the chair with the rest of his clothes and stood in only his white briefs and waited for the doctor to tell him what to do.

"Right, Bryan. Jump up on this and sit with your lower legs hanging off of it," Dr Hansson told him while he patted the paper-covered blue gurney.

Fortunately the gurney wasn't very high so Bryan managed easily to park his bum on it as requested. The doctor used a foot operated pedal to lift the gurney a little higher into the air. He spent some time listening to Bryan's lungs, placing the stethoscope different places on first his back, then his chest while Bryan had to breathe deeply. Afterwards he checked his heart then put the stethoscope away. He had a quick look inside both of Bryan's ears and checked his eyes.

Rather quickly he checked the lymph glands along Bryan's jaw, then checked his arms and legs. All the while he explained what he was going to before he did it, but not why. Bryan was curious as to what the doctor was looking for as he felt the warm hands touch various parts of his body. The pushing, prodding and occasionally pulling didn't hurt at all, not until the doctor examined his left knee.

"Ah, a bit of a strained ligament here? Does it hurt when you walk?"

"No, it's only a little sore. I'm not sure what I did to it."

"Well, I'm not too worried about it really. No problems with the other knee?"

"None at all."

"Good. I'm going to check your reflexes now, just relax, it won't hurt."

The small weird looking hammer didn't hurt, only made his legs jerk by themselves. The doctor told him to lie down on his back on the gurney so he could check his front. He started at Bryan's chest and worked his way down but bypassed his private bits. The closest he got to them was when he checked the lymph glands on either side of Bryan's groin.

"Right, jump off the gurney now, and stand straight up, then bend forwards."

Bryan did and could feel the doctor move his hand down his spine, then proceed down first one leg and then the other. The doctor told him to turn around and face him.

"I'm going to check for any lumps in your scrotum now, it means I'm going to put my hand into your underwear and touch your testicles. Do you understand those words?"

"Yes, doctor. I know them. And it's okay."

The doctor nodded at this and used his right hand to check Bryan's nuts and nut sack. It wasn't exactly comfortable for Bryan to stand there and let a man touch his private bits but it didn't take long at all for the doctor to finish.

"No lumps, none that aren't supposed to be there anyway. I'm going to have to lower your underwear in a moment, I just need to locate something first. I don't use it very often, but I do have it somewhere."

The doctor opened the cupboards in his office/examination room, but couldn't find whatever it was he was looking for. He apologized to Bryan then left the office. Bryan didn't know what to do in the meantime, he was still wearing nothing but his underwear. Though the windows only faced out to an enclosed garden he still felt a bit vulnerable as he stood there almost naked.

Chapter 87
The examination

It was but a minute later the doctor returned with something that looked like an oversized rattle for babies. When he noticed Bryan's curiosity towards the item he had fetched, a string with beads or small egg shaped things on it, he explained what it was.

"This is an orchidometer. It's an easy way to check the size of testicles. Since you're concerned about your development I thought a more visual approach might make you a bit more comfortable. Here, as you can see, the testes here are colour-coded. The yellow ones are what you'd expect to find in prepubescent boys, the smallest one is not much bigger than the ones all boys are born with. The blue ones indicates how they'll grow during puberty and the red ones are fully grown testes.

This may feel a little uncomfortable as I have to handle both your testes, one at a time and compare them to these. It shouldn't hurt, but tell me immediately if you feel any pain, okay?"

"I will."

Bryan observed as the doctor pulled his underwear down over his bum and bared his private bits. Then more felt than saw the doctor gently manipulate his nut sack until only one nut and very little scrotum was trapped in between two of his fingers. The doctor held up the string off mock-up balls next to his and shifted through them until he found the one that matched the size. Then did the same with his other. Other than feeling a slight bit of tugging on his nuts, nothing at all as bad as Beau had subjected him to, it wasn't anything as bad as he had expected it to be.

The doctor put the orchidometer aside then looked up at Bryan. He sat on a low stool in front of the boy.

"Your penis looks quite red at the rim of the foreskin. Do you have any difficulties retracting it?"

Bryan blushed fiercely at what the doctor had observed and only shrugged a little.

"Do you mind if I check it for you?"

Bryan managed to slightly shake his head. Then closed his eyes as the doctor reached for his penis. He was about to die from shame when he felt his body react to the somewhat gentle manipulation of his foreskin.

Traitor! Fucking traitor.

His willy didn't care what Bryan called it, someone wanted to play with it. It had been sleeping while the nuts below had been carefully explored. Now it wanted its fair share of the play time too.

The doctor didn't spend too much time fiddling with Bryan's erection. Only enough to notice that the foreskin was tight, even if it could move somewhat freely back over the glans. He was happy to see that the young boy in front of him at least knew how to keep it properly clean. There was hardly any smegma to be seen, which was only good. He helped the foreskin back over the glans and pulled up Bryan's underwear for him.

"Right Bryan. That's the end of the examination. You may get dressed now and then we can talk about what it revealed as I type it in your journal."

Bryan was only thankful for the doctor not making any remarks about him suddenly springing a stiffy during the examination. He hurried getting his clothes back on and the cold and wet shorts actually put a dampener on his stiffy.

There's a first for everything I guess.

As he, now dressed save for his coat that still hung over the backrest, sat on the chair listening to the clickititack of the doctor's typing, he awaited the verdict.

"I'm just typing in the basics now, let's see, nothing wrong with lungs, no broken gears in the heart, both lights on I mean nothing wrong with the eyes and I could see the light shine from one ear through the head to the other ear. All that is fine."

Bryan couldn't but giggle at the funny things the doctor seemingly told himself as he typed.

"No spurting blood, nor was the sewer system clogged up. A bit of farting but only to be expected."

"I didn't!"

"Oh, sorry?"

"I didn't fart!"

"Well, none that smelled too bad. No, seriously, there's always a bit of gas inside your bowels that moves about from one part to another."

"Oh?"

"Yes, it's completely normal. And between you and me, everybody farts, normally around ½ litre per day. It's worse to hold in a fart than to let it go. Only, sometimes you of course should ask to be excused so you don't let one rip at the dinner table or in class."

"I didn't know that."

"Well, now you do. At least I learned something useful in medical school, right?"

Bryan nodded while grinning.

"Oh yes, before I forget, strained ligament. The Posterior cruciate ligament to be precise."

"Posterior? Doctor! There's nothing wrong with my bum."

"Ah. Your bum would be the gluteus maximus in medical terms, well at least the muscle in it. Posterior only means rear, in this case the rear ligament in your knee."

"Oh okay. I thought you were talking about my bum."

"Alas, I wasn't. You have any problems with it?"

"No, it works just fine, thanks."

"Good. I didn't examine it as you hadn't told me of any problems. It's a lot more invasive than what I put you through now, so unless it's required I never do that."

"Uh, no. That's definitely not needed now."

"Right. Okay, while we've been chatting, I've finished writing the journal entry. First of all, my examination revealed nothing out of the ordinary. You're a perfectly healthy prepubescent boy of thirteen years, soon to be fourteen. Now, remember the orchidometer?"

"Yes."

"Your testes are both the size of the third bead on it. Just one size smaller than those of a boy in puberty. So it's only a matter of time, probably not a whole lot either, before you will begin to notice all sorts of things happening in your body."

"Really?"

"Well, without having your blood tested so I can see the actual level of hormones in your body, there's no way to be 100% sure, but I'd say you're right on the verge of starting the next chapter of your life. Your testes have grown at the same rate as the rest of your body, they don't look at all out of proportion to your penis, which is usually seen when there's something more serious going on. Oh, now that we are talking about that area, I don't really like the redness at the end of your foreskin. I'm sure if I was to study it under a microscope I'd be able to see abrasion and probably scarring too."

"What does that mean?"

"Well, your foreskin is tight, too tight really. Did you suffer from phimosis when you were younger?"

"Yes. They gave me some cream I had to put on and then pee in a weird way."

"And you did that?"

"Uh-huh."

"Well, you'll have to do that again. I'll prescribe a cortisone cream for you to put on your foreskin twice every day. I'm sure you'll get some enjoyment out of working it really well into the skin. Only, do remember to wash your hands afterwards, this stuff isn't nice to get into your eyes or mouth. If the cream doesn't do the trick, you may have to undergo a small procedure."

"Procedure?"

"A small cut in your foreskin, only the part that is a bit too tight though, I'm not talking about a full circumcision. Though it might end up with that if your foreskin doesn't loosen up before your penis starts really growing."

"Ow."

"Yes, but it would hurt a great deal more if left untreated. Anyway, let's not paint a big picture here, it's only the very worst scenario. Let's start you on the cortisone cream and stretching, and since you're a teenager, I'm sure you can easily think of ways to stretch your foreskin. Just make sure you do it gently, don't try to stretch it too much too quickly or it'll only lead to more scarring."

"I won't."

"Great, Bryan. I can see you have an appointment here next week, with your mum. I'll need to see you again, a month from now to check on the progress of your foreskin. Please give this to the secretary on your way out and she'll find a date and time for you. Anything else you want to ask before leaving?"

"No, I think I've more than enough to think of now. But, thank you doctor. I'm more at ease now. About the whole puberty thing I mean."

"You're welcome. I'll see you again next week. Bye for now."

"Bye Dr Hansson, thank you for your time."

Bryan went to the reception and got a new appointment for seeing the doctor and the prescription for the new sleeping pills and the steroid cream. Also he got the written instructions for how many of the pills to take. He put the prescription and the small sheet of paper with instructions into his wallet. It was about the only place he could be sure the still pouring rain wouldn't be able to get to them.

Chapter 88
Björn Borg boxers

Bryan had to find a pharmacy, a dispensary of some kind anyway, and he could only think of one place where he was absolutely sure there was one. It was inside the Tesco Superstore, all the way in Launceston. He didn't much care for riding his bicycle in the stormy weather, not with all the rain and certainly not all the way back home from Launceston after. He opted to get on the bus instead and was lucky as it pulled into the lay-by just as he had locked his bicycle to the pole with the timetable on it. He wasn't sure if he was actually allowed to do that, lock his bicycle to a sign post, but with no rack for it he didn't have much choice.

The bus driver looked none too pleased at Bryan as he entered the bus wet as he was. She allowed him on it, however, and Bryan quickly found a seat to sit on before she pulled into the traffic again. It was nice to get out of the rain again even if it was only for a short period of time. Less than fifteen minutes later he exited the bus and ran across the carpark to enter Tesco. Five minutes later he was back out in the rain, cursing adamantly albeit only in his thoughts.

Stupid son of a whore! Rubbish for brains, shit-eating motherfucker! Now what do I do?

The pimple-faced youth worker behind the desk in the pharmacy had refused to hand out the medications prescribed to Bryan. To make matters worse, the next bus heading back towards Okehampton and Lewdown wouldn't depart from Launceston for another two hours. He headed to the other side of the motorway, towards the hospital where his mum worked.

Fuck knows what she'll say to me. Walking up to her in the hospital all wet like this. And then ask her to get me cream for my willy. Maybe she won't notice it on the prescription? Maybe she'll just think it's for the sleeping pills? Nah, surely she'll notice two items on the list, if not she'll certainly see the two boxes.

He decided to postpone the inevitable for just a bit by entering Argos. He spent some time in the electronics section, playing a game on the PS4 on display. It wasn't long until he was shooed away from it again though and he walked aimlessly around in the store. Somehow he ended up in the clothing section, one of the sections he'd normally try his best to stay as far away from as he could. His mum wouldn't take no for an answer and made him try on every single article of clothing before finally buying it or more often put it back on the rack.

Everything had to be tried on, with the exception of socks and underwear. At least she had to buy those if he tried them on, if not, she'd probably make him parade around in only socks and underwear just to make sure they'd leave enough room to grow into.

Well, she does buy decent clothes for me. Though rather conservative. But never cheap stuff, only the proper labels.

He entered the aisle with nightwear, socks and underwear. He saw the see-through boxes with the little boy white briefs he wore, but didn't give them more than a cursory look. A bit further down the aisle were what he really wanted. Björn Borg underwear galore. Along with David Beckham and a number of other makers of underwear. Well, Beckham of course had been a footballer, he didn't know who the guy with the funny, it sure didn't sound English, name was. But, it was what any self-respecting boy would wear. He found a three piece box with boxer tights. Size 12-13.

I'll fit into those when I'm 16 probably.

He sighed and put them back. Surely they had some for younger, smaller kids too. He found some for age 8-9, but none for age 10. He might very well be able to fit into the age 8-9, but for the money they cost, he wanted to be able to use them even when he started growing. Which as per his new doctor, wouldn't be much longer. He looked for a shop assistant and had to walk around for quite a long before he finally found one.

"Sorry, can you help me?"

"I'll do my best."

"I found some Bjorn Borg underwear but couldn't find them in my size."

"Björn Borg, okay. What style? Briefs or shorts?"

"Oh anything but briefs. No, I want real men underwear. Only some that'll fit me of course."

"Right, let's see what we can find then. Any particular colour you'd prefer?"

"I kind of like the black and blue solids and also the weird looking black and white one."

"And what size do you want them in?"

"Age 10. I know they'll be a bit large on me, but rather that than waking up the next morning and find out I can no longer fit into them."

"Right I'll go see what I can find. If you don't leave the clothing area I'll find you."

Bryan walked around for a while and looked at the clothes for sale. He saw a suit that cost 1999 quid, surely nobody in their right state of mind would buy something so expensive. Fortunately it wasn't long until she returned with plenty of underwear in her hands.

Bryan picked three boxes out of them and went with the assistant to the sales register. He walked out of the store 75 quid poorer, but 7 pairs of boxer tights richer. One pair for every day in the week. And they had the proper name on the waistband too.

No more little boy undies for me. Okay, now. Might as well get this over and done with.

The small thirteen year-old boy took a shortcut to the hospital. He ran as quickly as he could around the back of the small mall where Argos and three or four other stores were and ended up in the unloading lot for the stores. He knew he only had to cut through the hedge and then he'd be on the parking lot of the small cottage style hospital. It proved not as easy though, as a wire-mesh fence just behind the hedge blocked his passage.

It wasn't a very high fence and it didn't have barbed wire on the top so he climbed over it. It saved him from having to walk the 600 metres around the mall and back to the main entrance of the hospital. He entered the hospital, clutching the shopping bag from Argos in his hand and started looking for his mum. It didn't take him long to locate the MIU, there were signs pointing out the way for him. He had to wait for a while before a nurse finally noticed him and asked why he was there.

"Uh, I'm looking for Mrs. Willowsby, she's my mum."

"I think she's in the break room, I'll walk you to it."

Bryan followed, still unsure of how to explain why he was interrupting her while at work. At least she wasn't actually working right then.

"Alice? Does this one belong to you?" The nurse asked his mum when they entered the small and rather hygienic break room.

"Bryan?"

"Hello mum."

"But, why are you here? How did you get here? Are you alright? You're not hurt are you?"

"No, no, I'm fine. Honestly."

"Then, please explain to me why you've come here and how? You didn't ride your bicycle all the way from home in this weather?"

"Only to Lifton. I rode the bus from there to here. Uh, I kind of went to talk to Dr Hansson today."

"Your new GP? But we're going to see him on Monday, I thought?"

"We still are. I wanted to talk to him about, uh, something. Something else. So I went to see him today."

"Bryan, you're not supposed to just leave the house on a whim and bike wherever you feel like. Certainly not in the middle of a rainstorm! What's gone into you?"

"I'm sorry."

"Well, telling me you're sorry won't make everything alright again. How will you get home now?"

"I'll just get on the bus and go home."

"You most certainly will not. What kind of a parent would people think I am for allowing my little boy out in the streets alone in this kind of weather? No. You'll just have to stay here until I can take you home myself."

"But mum? What about your work?"

"Don't worry about my job. I'll ask Jolene if she'll mind covering for me. Even if it means I'll have to stay later tonight. Why didn't you go home after seeing Dr Hansson?"

"Oh, he filled out a prescription for me, for some pills that would make it easier to get me off the sleeping pills. Only the stupid kid at the pharmacy desk wouldn't let me have the pills. He told me only adults are allowed to pick up something like that."

"What kind of pills are they?"

"Same kind, only smaller dosage. They only need to be halved, not cut up like you did last night. It didn't make the pill taste very nice either, you know?"

"Oh Lord. You rode your bicycle through a storm only to get new pills?"

"Not only, but that too yes."

"Why did you think it so important that it couldn't wait until next week?"

"I only wanted to help you. I didn't know it would start raining cats and dogs."

"Okay. Here's what is going to happen. You'll sit here and wait. You'll not move from that seat until I return. Then we'll go pick up the pills and I'll take you home. When we get home, you will go to your room and stay there until your dad gets home."

"Yes, mum."

Chapter 89
Ice bath challenge

Bryan was told to stay in the car while his mum went in to fetch the pills. It was still raining, he could hear the large drops of water hit the roof and windows. It blurred his view out of the car but he didn't care. He wasn't trying to look out the windows anyway. He sat with his shopping bag on his lap, but the boxers inside it didn't matter much either. His mum had noticed the bag when they went to the car and had demanded to have a look inside it.

She had seen the receipt for his purchase in the bag and questioned where he'd gotten so much money to spend on something as silly as underwear.

"75 pounds?! Bryan, the underwear you have now is perfectly fine. It was only five pounds for seven pairs. I really think you should return this and spend your money on something more worthwhile."

"It's my money! I saved it. I can spend it on anything I like. And I want these boxers. I'm not going to return them! You can't make me! I'll never talk to you again if you take them back. I'll burn the bloody undies I have now. ALL OF THEM!"

That hadn't made his mum any happier, but at least she hadn't taken the boxers with her into the store. Bryan had gotten the final word when it came to keeping the boxers, but he knew he hadn't heard the last of it yet. His mum had been downright angry when she had left him in the cold car. She was still angry when she returned with a small paper bag in hand.

"You could've told me it wasn't just sleeping pills on that prescription. You made me look like a fool in there when I told them they had made a mistake in the dispensing. Cortisone cream, for phimosis? Well, the entire store must know about your condition now."

Bryan blushed but found some consolation in knowing he hadn't been inside with his mum. He didn't know anyone who shopped at Tesco, maybe apart from Kieran's family, but they were visiting his gran in Ireland. They wouldn't return until Friday. They sat in silence when they drove towards home only broken by Bryan when it looked like his mum would drive right past the bus stop where his bicycle sat, still locked to the sign post.

"Mum! My bike!"

"There's no room in my car for your bicycle and I haven't got the bike rack. You can have your dad get it when he returns from work."

Bryan looked at his red bicycle as they drove past it, followed it with his eyes until it had disappeared from view behind them. He slumped in his seat.

When he exited the car his mum repeated her orders, he was to go straight up to his room and stay there until his dad came home from work. When he asked her what he was supposed to eat and drink, she told him to take an apple and something to drink with him upstairs.

"You won't die from starvation waiting for your dad to come home. Maybe an empty belly will give you time to think about what 75 pounds worth of food is like. It's almost what we spend on food for a week. For three people. I'll be home late tonight, probably not until 8:30 at which time I want you in your bed with the lights out."

"Yes, mum."

She drove off, leaving him on the stairs. She hadn't even switched off the engine while he had gotten out of the back seat, had only rolled down the window to talk to him from inside the car.

Bryan sighed pitifully as he unlocked the door and went in.

Oh well, it's not the end of the world. With all the raining I'd stay inside the rest of the day anyway.

Still, as he shuffled up the stairs with the largest apple he could find in the kitchen and a large mug of tea, he wasn't feeling particularly happy about his life.

What's wrong with me? I never acted like this way before. I shouted at mum. I didn't explain my reasons at all, only flat out shouted what I was going to do, whether she liked it or not. Not very mature of you Bryan. Not at all. In fact, you acted much like a spoiled toddler!

With nothing better to do, he booted the laptop, undressed until he was completely naked and put on the actually rather cool white/black patterned boxer briefs. They were a bit loose fitting, but nothing that seemed too out of place on his skinny body. With some luck, they'd be good for two years, maybe even three. Dr Hansson had said that puberty set into boys from age 9. If so, a boy aged 11 could be two years into it. The boxers were for kids aged 10-11, meaning they'd probably fit a kid two years into puberty. And he hadn't even started yet.

Not yet, but very close. My nuts are almost there. Still it means I'll be able to fit them when I'm almost 16. That's not so bad for 75 quid. It's around 1p a day if I can wear them for a full two years.

The plaster cast of his nut sack was still sitting in his desk drawer. He didn't take it out to compare it to his balls then. If he had he would've noticed that while his nuts might only be a size smaller than those of a boy having recently started puberty, they had been that size since he was 12. Maybe even younger. Blissfully unaware of this fact, at least for quite some time to come, he turned his attention to the computer.

He ate his apple slowly, took one bite out of it and put it on his table, while spending a lot longer chewing on the bit in his mouth than he normally would. Only then would he swallow and follow it with a sip of sugar-sweetened almost milky white tea. He had let the teabag stay in the tea for six minutes, enjoyed the powerful almost sour tasting tea mixed with the sweetness of the sugar.

Skype had loaded with windows, but Kieran wasn't online. He spent some time watching YouTube videos and happened to watch a funny video of a little boy trying to do the ice bath challenge. He was wearing a football kit, well, the shirt and shorts of it, and while Bryan wasn't extremely interested in football, he was still an English lad. Of course he could identify the blue shirt as being Birmingham FC's colours. He had clicked onto the next video before something told him to go back to the one with the kid who was so reluctant to sit in the tub.

No wonder, I wouldn't want to put my bum and bits inside my bathtub full of cold water and a ton of ice cubes in it either.

He didn't know what had made him go back to watch it again. Sure the wee boy was cute, he was around five, maybe six years old, but most boys that age were cute to Bryan. Not sexually cute, just cute, mind you. And this boy didn't really stand out in one way or another. Not even the shrilly scream when he finally did sit in the tub only to jump back out of it, was anything out of the ordinary. Bryan laughed again and moved back to the next video.

"Birmingham. That's where Davey lives." Bryan muttered to himself.

It took him another minute to realise what he had just told himself.

Davey!

The cute, effeminate boy that had kissed so passionately, fucked so brilliantly, always so considerate, well if not in speech, then in his actions. Dumb as a door at times, so wise at others.

Birmingham was a large city, but it did narrow the search quite a bit from Davey being somewhere far away from the prison to an area of 250 or so square kilometres. Bryan couldn't remember the exact size of it but it wasn't terribly important either. Skype had some Davey Browns living in Birmingham but none that matched the one he was looking for. Facebook was the same, although there were some people with no pictures or indications of age on it.

He wrote a short message to those he thought could be the Davey he was looking for. Of course none of them replied straight away, that had been too much to hope for. Bryan was ecstatic though, couldn't settle down to watch another YouTube video, the spark had ignited the flames of hope inside of him. He was still confined to his room, though larger than the one in prison, it still felt the same to Bryan. There were plenty of things to do, if only he had been able to relax, but his mind was busy weaving a very complex and large carpet of thoughts.

Thoughts of what life would be like if somehow, by pure luck or by God's mercy, he and Davey could get together again. It was almost too much for Bryan to contain all the thoughts. He was saved by a much more basic need, he had to pee like a racehorse. As he stood there, carefully wiping the end of his penis using some toilet paper, his train of thoughts slowed down. He had to concentrate on the wiping, it seemed important to him not to mess his new boxers with even a single drop of pee that might be left inside the urethra.

What do I do if I don't find him? Or worse find him and he won't talk to me?

The very thought of Davey having moved on to someone else made Bryan depressed. Then he thought of what Kieran had said when they had been lying in bed, Kieran on top of Bryan with his stiff dick inside him. That he was only good to fuck until a girl would come around. How Beau had turned out to be a sadistic fuck, one who only really enjoyed making Bryan hurt. Charley hadn't been much better, though he hadn't really used his hands to hurt him.

He used his monster willy to hurt me. And he did that splendidly too.

He refused to think about Colt. The boy who had started all of this. If not for him, Bryan would probably still be living in Winlaton, possibly still as alone as ever, but with a very different future in store.

I need someone who'll love me for what I am, someone who won't just discard me like an unwanted piece of toy when they find someone better.

He could suddenly hear Beau's words inside his head. It sounded almost like they were outside again. Beau had told him he really ought to get a dog. Bryan remembered how he had turned that idea down, stating he didn't need a canine friend as he already had Beau as a friend. Now, the idea didn't sound as stupid as it had back then. If he had a dog, he could teach it to do tricks. He could play with it outside. They could sleep every night together in his bed.

A dog wouldn't betray me. Not if I take proper care of it. Not like my human so-called friends!

Chapter 90
A local boy

Bryan knew he couldn't just inform his parents that he wanted a dog and then they'd go out and get one for him. Certainly not at present. Not after he had royally pissed his mum off that very same day. He was still serving out the punishment. Part of it anyway, he fully expected more to happen from his unannounced and unpermitted outing that day. As if that wasn't enough he had lashed out at his mum. He had said things he didn't mean in the heat of it all. Maybe getting a dog would help him become more responsible.

He decided to make a list of what would happen in the event he got a dog.

First of all, I'd get more exercise, something mum is always nagging me about. What else? Oh yes, the responsible part, got to have that in too. A dog could also guard the house when we're not in. And when we have visitors in the B&B it could greet them and make them feel welcome. They could even bring their own dog and they could play together. Hmm… I need help with this.

He googled for good reasons for having a dog and there were a lot of things he hadn't thought of. An hour later he had jotted down a long list of good reasons.

Too many! It sounds like it's nothing but pure joy and everything. That'll never work. Not with my mum and dad.

So, he started looking for reasons of why not to get a dog. This also turned into a long list. There were far too many reasons of why getting a dog wouldn't be sensible. But most of them were arguable. One thing he couldn't get around was it would be expensive. Just buying one would be double the amount of money he had spent on his underwear that day.

150 quid. But, that isn't so much really. I still have more than twice that in the box.

When he had thought of good reasons to counter any of the arguments of why not to get a dog, and looked at the good reasons of why to get one, he could boil it all down to one thing. One perfectly good reason, he wanted a dog. Actually he needed a dog. As he found out when visiting the websites of animal rescue centres, there was a dog who truly needed Bryan too.

He prepared notes for a sales pitch, one which included a heartfelt sorrow for what he had done today. All he had to do now was await his dad's arrival. If he could swing him onto his side, his mum wouldn't be able to refuse.

"So, would you mind telling me why we're going to Lifton to pick up your bike?" Bryan heard his dad ask from the driver's seat.

Even if Bryan had anticipated the question it suddenly wasn't simple to explain.

"Remember we talked about my delayed puberty dad?"

"Yes, I also seem to remember that I told you not to worry about it?"

"I tried not to. But I couldn't and I talked to Kieran about it."

"I see. So it was Kieran's idea for you to sneak out of the house in the middle of a storm and go to Lifton to see a doctor, one your mum and I haven't met?"

"Well, he gave me the idea but he didn't make the suggestion. All I wanted was to get a second opinion of the whole thing. It wasn't Kieran's idea I should go there alone."

"I see. And what did the doctor tell you then?"

"He told me not to worry about it. Like you had told me. But, he found out I've a problem down there."

"I heard some of that from your mum. Go on."

"He told me my foreskin was still too tight. Seems like what I did when I was six wasn't enough to make it better. I was only six though and I did the best I could. It wasn't like you or mum could be bothered helping me."

Bryan said the last part hoping to induce guilt in his dad. He had considered not doing it, but maybe he could use it against him.

"I wanted to, if you think really hard maybe you'll remember I did help you in the beginning. Your mum saw it and threw a fit."

"I can't remember that."

"Well, I put the cream on your little guy and you giggled from the sensation. It probably tickled you a lot. You sure made a lot of noise. Well, your mum heard it and came to investigate. She only saw you sitting on my lap and I had my fingers on your private parts. She thought I was doing something I shouldn't."

"So, it's mum's fault my willy's skin is too tight?"

"Kind of. I tried to explain, but you know what she's like. Maybe you don't, anyway all of that is in the past. Do you know what to do now? I mean with the stretching?"

"Yes dad. You don't need to show me now!"

"Good. I didn't really want to, but if I had to, I would. You're my son, Bryan. I'd die for you, if I had to."

Whoa!

"No. I don't want you to die. There is something though."

"Oh? Okay, spill it. I know you're now going to ask for something that'll be darn near impossible."

"No, it won't be impossible. It's just now that we've moved all the way out here. To the middle of nowhere. We have all the land that we'll never really find a use for. Can we get a dog? Please?"

"I thought you said it wouldn't be impossible. What you're asking for isn't possible."

"Why?"

"For the first part, the expense. Never mind the amount of food a dog will eat every day of its life, the veterinarian bills will go through the roof. Every penny both your mum and I can round up go into the manor, Bryan, you know that."

"I can pay for it. With my own money."

"Really? Do you have any idea of how much a visit to the vet costs?"

"That depends. A consultation is £40, vaccination £55. You give me £10 a week as pocket money, that's £520 a year, more or less. So £95 for a yearly check-up and vaccination means I have £425 left. Out of that I'd have to pay health insurance which would amount to around £185 based on what I've been able to find on the Internet. That leaves £240 for dog food. The dog I'd like eats about 300 grams of food per day, which means it'll eat about 110 kilograms of food per year.

"Dog food, Pedigree at least, costs £2.50 per kilo which will be a total of £275 per year. Unless it's on sale then it'll of course be cheaper. That leaves me with -35 quid, so I'll need a small raise in pocket money too. But since I'll turn 14 soon I don't think that's too much to ask for either."

Doug had pulled the car over around halfway through Bryan's speech. He knew Bryan, or at least he had thought he knew his own son, very well. However, he hadn't expected something like this from a boy only about to turn 14.

"How long did it take you to work all that out?"

"Uh, about two hours this afternoon. But I had to spend time looking for the perfect dog and think up reasons for you letting me have one at the same time."

"But, how?"

"I only did what you've taught me. You always say if you want something, then you gotta find out if you can afford it, if it's something you really need and if you're prepared to put in the work for getting it. Well, I want this dog, dad! I need it and he needs me too."

"I see. Bryan, we're talking about a live animal here, and not just a guinea pig. It'll be a lot of work, something you can't ever not be bothered to do. It's like, well, it's pretty much like having a child."

"Pshh, I don't want a guinea pig. I want, no I need a dog. I want a friend I can always rely on."

"I thought you and Kieran were really good friends?"

"We are. But, I need more than that."

Doug pulled onto the road again to drive the last few hundred metres to the bus stop where Bryan had left his bicycle. It was still there and it didn't take long to put it into the boot of the car. The Volvo's boot was large enough for the bicycle to fit in and still close. Son and dad hurried back into the car.

"So, tell me, what breed is this dog you've fallen head over heels in love with?"

"He's a German Shephard. Well, a crossbreed, but he looks like a smallish German Shephard."

"A male. Why doesn't that surprise me?"

"Aw. It's nothing like that."

"Oh, no! I didn't mean it like that. It's just, well I couldn't imagine seeing you having a lady dog. That's all. What's his name and how old is he?"

"He's 12 months and his name is Henry."

"Henry? A German Shephard named Henry?"

"Don't poke fun at his name, that isn't very polite."

Doug had to laugh out loud, he just couldn't stop and it brought tears to his eyes. He'd never name any dog Henry. What a silly name for a dog. The way Bryan, his own son, had just lectured him in such a displeased, flat tone of voice only added to his fun. It was a good thing they were still parked in the lay-by at the bus stop.

"Alright, Bryan. Now, where is Henry at then? Please, don't tell me you found him miles away from here."

"No, he's a local boy. About 30 minutes towards Plymouth."

"Well, I think we can at least go see him. The only problem will be persuading your mum to accept a dog in the house."

"It said on the website that you can have a dog on trial for a period of time and if it doesn't work out, he can be returned. But dad, if we do take him home, he's never going back again. Did you know they kill dogs if people don't adopt them?"

"Yes, I'm afraid they do."

"I think that's cruel. That can never happen to my Henry."

"Back up a bit, Bryan. Henry isn't yours yet."

"Oh, but he is. I know it in my heart."

Chapter 91
To neuter or not

It wasn't difficult to convince Bryan's mum to let him have a dog, though she did let the boy work for it. Not only had he crossed a line going out on an adventure to see the doctor that day, he had made her work later than usual too. To add to the insult, the boy wasn't in bed as she had expected him to be when she finally did make it home. It helped some on her mood that her son (and his dad) had prepared a candle lit dinner for her arrival.

She drilled him with tricky questions during the meal, but Bryan came prepared and had an answer to all of them. When an hour had passed by and the table had been cleared, candles extinguished and Bryan had gotten his two halves of pills, she had sent him to bed. Without informing him of her decision of whether or not he could have Henry. It wasn't until half an hour later when both parents came into his bedroom and sat on his bed that both of them smiled and nodded at him. He could have Henry.

Of course, there were a lot of rules that followed along with a dog, but that could wait until the next day.

When his parents had left his room and shut the door behind them, Bryan got out of bed and went to his bathroom. He sat on the seat of his toilet after he had pushed down his pyjamas shorts. He took the tube of cortisone cream and set onto dealing with his tight foreskin once and for all. With a generous coat of the cream on the tip of his little finger he pushed it in through the opening of his foreskin. He used index and thumb on the other hand to gently stretch the opening while his little finger was still inside.

The manipulation of his willy didn't go unnoticed and soon it had firmed up from the attention it received. Still Bryan spent another ten minutes just stretching the now even tighter opening before he finally succumbed to the need for wanking.

Didn't Dr Hansson say that I probably could think of other ways to stretch my foreskin? Wanking seems to do the trick just fine.

He tried not to wank too hard at start, but in the end he was pumping his stiffy with three fingers just as quickly and roughly as he always did. He had been able to go for days without wanking, but since he now had to stretch his foreskin, he'd quickly get into the habit of wanking twice a day. Even after he had spent all of the cortisone cream.

He fell asleep that night dreaming of things to do with Henry.

He was crestfallen when he the next day was on the phone with a lady at the shelter. Henry had already been adopted by someone else, they just hadn't been able to update the website yet. Still, Bryan and Doug drove to the rescue centre, if for nothing else, only to see how such a place was working. Doug had taken the afternoon off, working as an IT consultant meant he could, more or less, plan his own days. The animal rescue centre wasn't anything like Bryan had imagined it to be. It wasn't a dreadful place where the animals would sit in each their little cage where they could hardly turn around in.

Yes, the animals were in cages but they weren't small at all. Besides all the dogs were taken outside three or more times a day for hours at a time when volunteers would show up to train and play with them. The owner of the place took boy and father outside so they could see the agility course where a couple of volunteers were working with each their dog. One of them a golden retriever.

"I didn't see that one on the website?" Bryan said and pointed at the dog.

"He's only been here for a couple of days now. We haven't even had the chance to get him neutered yet."

"Neutered?" Bryan wondered out loud.

"That's when they cut off their, uh, you know, Bryan. Their testicles."

"What? Why would you do such an evil thing?" Bryan asked the owner.

"To prevent any more unwanted dogs and to make him more docile. He won't miss them."

"He won't miss… Hell no! Dad! We've got to save him. See how happy he is?"

"Bryan, certain things happen for a good reason. Like neutering dogs. You wouldn't want to have more dogs end up in places like these? Where they might be put down because nobody wants them?"

"No, but that won't happen with this one. What's his name?"

"His name is Walter. But this is highly unorthodox. He hasn't been processed or evaluated yet. We don't know if he'll be the proper dog for you and your family, Bryan."

Bryan didn't wait for the end of the explanation from the owner of the rescue centre, he was already running full speed towards the golden retriever yelling his name loudly as he ran.

"Walter! Waaaaaalter! Here boy." he shouted.

All three dogs being trained stopped and perked their ears at the high pitched voice and immediately tried to run towards the young boy. He seemed irresistible and loads of fun. They could see, hear and smell this was an immature boy, a mere pup in their eyes. And pups were always great fun to play with.

"Let go of him! Walter, come here."

The young woman was already having trouble holding on to the leash of the dog and had to let go unless she wanted to be dragged along the grass behind the happy dog. Suddenly the dog was galloping full speed towards the boy. His powerful hind legs drove him forwards in long jumps, propelling the 58cm [23"] tall and 32kg [70lbs] heavy dog quickly and directly at the boy. The 200 metres boy and dog had to cover suddenly wasn't much at all and Bryan quickly realised he was running directly into a collision with a large bundle of muscle with large teeth that seemed to grow even larger as it came ever closer.

He skidded to a halt and quickly got down his knees and protected his head with his hands. He could hear the pummelling of the hopefully happy and friendly dog as he quickly approached him. Walter literally pushed Bryan over to lay on his back. The dog stood over him with all four feet on either side of him. He closed his eyes shut as the teeth approached his face. He knew the dog was going to take a big bite out of him any second. He prepared to scream by sucking in a large mouthful of air.

And laughed it all out as Walter started licking his face all over with his raspy tongue. The dog yipped at him with happy barks and nudged his snout at the boy's open hands that tried to prevent the dog from licking at his face. In the end Bryan retorted to turn over to lay on his front and protect his face from the ever wet and very long ticklish tongue. When the owner of the centre finally reached them, she got Walter under control so Bryan could stand up. She had purposely walked slowly to them, when she saw Walter wasn't aggressive towards Bryan.

Bryan felt wet all the way down his back as he slowly got up to sit on his knees and embraced the friendly dog.

"He's perfect dad. Please say you'll let me have him. Look how happy he is to… pffffttthhh… No, Walter, I don't want to kiss you."

"Well, I can tell he likes you alright, son. But, let's go in and talk about him with Ms. Baine here. We don't know anything about Walter yet."

Walter looked up at Doug as he heard his name and barked once.

"He comes from a home with children, the parents got divorced and neither one of them wanted the other to have Walter. It's quite a sad story. It was a quite dreadful divorce, the wife was a bit, uh, friendly with male company, if you understand?" Ms. Baine explained Doug.

Doug nodded knowingly. It wasn't the first time something like that had happened, certainly wouldn't be the last either.

"So you mean she had sex with men other than her husband?" Bryan asked.

Ms. Baine looked shocked at Doug who only shrugged and smiled apologetically at her.

"I'm sorry for being so upfront, but why call it something other than what it really was? I'm not a six year-old."

"Oh, uh, well, it doesn't matter anyway. Walter was sent here, since they couldn't agree to share him, like they worked it out with the children. Walter is 18 months, has been chipped, his vaccinations are up to date and the preliminary examination revealed no illnesses of any kind. He hasn't been neutered, yet, as I explained but he is scheduled for it on Friday."

"No. Cancel that," Bryan objected.

"Young man, it's in Walter's and in fact also your own interest that it's done. If not, every time he picks up a scent from a bitch, that's a lady dog, in heat he'll be incontrollable."

"We live really far from everyone, there's no dogs even remotely near us."

"The scent can be picked up by Walter from miles and miles away. It's really for the best."

"No. I read the website. I remember it now, it said all dogs were neutered or spayed unless otherwise stated. That means he doesn't have to be. What if we want to have puppies from him, daddy? We couldn't have that without him having his nu… testicles."

"There's always the possibility to extract sperm from him before he's neutered. It'll cost some to have it stored but it would make it possible to have puppies at some point of time in the future, without letting Walter be able to mate with any bitch he'd want to."

"Listen here, lady. You're not going to cut off Walter's nuts. Not now, not ever! Tell her, dad!"

"Would it really be such a big problem, if he was to remain intact?" Doug asked.

"It doesn't mat…"

"Hush, Bryan. You've made it more than clear what it is you want."

Bryan sulked as he listened to the grownups talk. He hated when he was told to shut up, like his opinion didn't matter.

If I ever have children of my own, I won't ever tell them to shut up. It's fucking rude that's what it is.

Alas, Bryan got it exactly like he wanted it. Walter got to keep his balls, at least for the time being, something Bryan made Ms. Baine promise more than once before they left the centre. They had to visit a few more times before Walter would come to visit their house and his future home. Only if everything panned out exactly as everyone expected it to, would Bryan get Walter.

Chapter 92
Getting used to it

"I'm getting a dog!" Bryan excitedly told Kieran later that evening.

Both boys had bathed and sat talking to each other via Skype. They each wore their pyjamas as per usual. It didn't matter if Kieran was still visiting his Gran, Bryan just had to tell him the news and not via text. It was far too important for that.

"Cool! What kind?"

"A golden retriever. His fur is almost the same colour as my hair. His name is Walter."

"I like that name. How did you find him?"

Bryan explained everything as detailed as he could in the short time they had available. It didn't matter if they were both out of school on holidays, school would start again Tuesday morning at 9AM sharp and both boys had been started on the "getting back to school" program. It meant that for each day they got closer to school starting, the boys were sent to bed just a tiny bit earlier. So they'd be able to wake ready to learn from day one.

Bryan didn't mind, not only was he used to going to bed early, he was more than ready to start school. It had been a long while since the last time he had been among lots of children. He'd even happily go back to his old school if only to be able to learn in a structured manner. He hoped Launceston College would be better than St. Matthews.

It can hardly be any worse.

He was actually looking forward to starting in year 8, even if the other kids would most likely be younger than him. At least their physical appearance would be more equal than it had been at St. Matthews. Launceston had classes for advanced children, something St. Matthews had really been too small to have. He didn't quite know what it entailed as he had been told he'd attend the same classes as everyone else, as well as being in an advanced class. He only hoped it wouldn't mean more schoolwork to be done at home.

Bryan bid Kieran a goodnight and told him he was welcome to sleep over Friday or Saturday night if he wanted to. Saturday would be the first time Walter would come to visit what Bryan knew would be his new home. Kieran said he definitely wanted to be around for that but didn't know if he could spend the night. He hoped he would be allowed to, he said just before he ended the call.

If he does sleep over, I'll have to stop stretching my foreskin for one night. Or at least not put any of the cream on it. It would be hard to explain why Kieran would need to go to the A&E from being poisoned by my cream.

He knew the younger boy would be up for fooling around again, as Kieran discreetly had moved the webcam to briefly point at the tented up front of his pyjamas bottoms. It had been a bold move since he was sitting in the living room in front of his Gran's computer with the rest of the family in the same room. Bryan had clearly heard their voices picked up by the microphone of the headset Kieran was wearing.

Fortunately the young boy hadn't pushed his luck and bared himself as his Gran suddenly came to say hello to Bryan. Kieran had had to quickly adjust the webcam to point at his face instead of his groin.

After his nightly wank, or more officially his stretching his foreskin, in the bathroom, he went to sleep. This time dreaming of Walter, Henry by now long forgotten.

Friday morning arrived and Bryan went with his dad to Launceston to his new school to pick up his student ID. There were lots of other kids, most with one or both of their parents. The school staff had obviously done it before as it didn't take too long before Bryan was able to sit in a chair facing a photographer. Bryan had smiled at the camera lens as his picture was taken and a minute later he re-joined his dad holding his ID, still warm from having just been laminated.

Boy and dad went from the school to a small clothes store, not far from where Bryan had bought the plaster of Paris. The Arts and Crafts store was actually directly across the street from the clothes store. Bryan almost blushed as he saw the A&C store and remembered for what he had used the plaster, but his dad never noticed the sudden change in Bryan's behaviour. He was more interested in picking up the school clothes Bryan's mum had pre-ordered and dropping Bryan off back home so he could go to work.

"You better not be growing any time soon, son," Doug teased as they left the clothes store.

To outfit Bryan he had just spent £220.49 plus a 50p fee for paying with his Visa card. It wasn't because the clothes had been too expensive, Bryan had just needed a lot of stuff. Sweatshirt, coat, 3 polo shirts, 2 pairs of trousers (half of the waist elasticated), 2 polo shirts for sports/PE, a rugby shirt, hooded sweatshirt, 2 pairs of PE shorts, tracksuit bottoms, football socks and boots, shin pads, gum shields and not to forget, iron-on name tags for everything.

Bryan was now ready to go to school, at least he would be after his mum had ironed the name tags into all of his new clothes. All Bryan had to do was wait for Tuesday.

The time waiting was made easier as not only did Kieran return from visiting his Gran, he had also been granted permission to sleep at Bryan's house from Friday to Saturday. Bryan and his dad picked up Kieran on the way home from Launceston and the younger boy helped Bryan cut off price tags from his new clothes and put them in the utility room for Bryan's mum to wash. Bryan didn't trust his skills at operating the washer for a big scale washing like this one was.

Afterwards Bryan showed Kieran photos and videos of Walter. One video clip he was particularly proud of was of him practising obedience with Walter. It had been really fun, more so because Walter kept trying to take the small piece of sausage Bryan had in his hand while he walked briskly around the course.

"See how he sat without me ever having to tell him so?" Bryan asked Kieran.

"Uh-huh, it looks cool."

"That's because he's really smart. He knows what he's supposed to do. All I have to do when I want him to walk next to me is say heel. Then he sits next to me on my left side. And when I start walking, he'll walk right next to me. If I stop, he'll stop and sit."

"He only does that because you give him treats though."

"Okay, maybe that's why. But he seems to know exactly what to do to get the treats."

"Are you going to teach him new tricks?"

"Aye. And you can help. I found a website with all kinds of things you can teach a dog to do. I can even teach him to pick up my room."

"What? Surely not!"

"Can too. You'll see."

The boys spent some time watching YouTube videos of dogs doing tricks while Bryan made notes of what to teach Walter.

"I wish I had a dog I could teach things too," Kieran said sadly, "my dad's allergic to pets though."

"You can always train with Walter any time you want," Bryan generously offered.

"You wouldn't mind?"

"No. We're friends. Walter will be your friend too."

"Cool!"

The two boys had taken a shower, Kieran in Bryan's parents' bathroom, and been told goodnight by Bryan's parents when Kieran asked if Bryan wanted to fool around. Bryan very much wanted to, he had missed it a lot but hadn't been able to come up with a way to initiate it. To downright ask if Kieran was interested would have been impossible for Bryan. The sheer risk of the younger boy not wanting it was enough to keep Bryan from asking. That the younger boy wanted sex just as much as he did was incomprehensible to him.

Still, Bryan had prepared for it, he had removed the sprayer from the hose and filled his bum with water before letting it out in the toilet. It was much faster to give himself an enema this way, especially with the taps fully open. No sooner had he put the end of the hose up against his small bum hole before he had to turn off the water and quickly sit on the toilet. Thus cleaned inside out, he was instantly ready for fun when Kieran had done what he dared not. Simply ask.

"Wanna fool around?" was all the younger boy had asked.

When Bryan had nodded, Kieran had flung aside his own and then Bryan's light summer duvet prior to hurriedly liberate the older boy from his pyjamas shorts. The younger boy was sucking on Bryan's willy before it had a chance to firm up, but it wasn't many seconds before it was every bit as stiff as it could be.

I could get used to this, Bryan thought happily as Kieran busily sucked on his stiffy.

Bryan had usually been the one who had to bring pleasure to another boy, then, maybe, he would receive some kind of attention afterwards. Bryan's sex partners over the years had been Colt, Charley, Davey, Beau and now Kieran. Not to forget many grown men, far too many for Bryan to keep an accurate count. He could really only remember the few that stood out because of the strange things they wanted to do to or with Bryan. And never had any one of the men done anything nice to Bryan, except for the one guy that had given Bryan some lubrication to make anal sex just a tiny fraction easier for the boy.

Davey had pretty much been the only one interested in making Bryan feel nice without expecting something in return.

He only did that because Charley told him to. Had it not been for Charley, Davey would never have wanted to do anything with me.

Thinking of Davey reminded Bryan he needed to check Facebook to see if any of the messages he had sent had been replied to.

I'll do that tomorrow evening after Kieran leaves.

The younger boy used every trick in the book to make Bryan feel good. Not only had he used his lips to skin back his foreskin and tickled the frenulum with his tongue, he also used the fingers of one hand to gently grab his nuts. The index finger of Kieran's other hand was buried to the knuckle inside Bryan's clean bum hole prodding his prostate.

Bryan had put his hands behind his head, had locked his fingers tightly together so he wouldn't do anything to interfere with Kieran's licking, grabbing and prodding. It took all his willpower and then some, not to reach down and mash Kieran's face against his pubic bone while frantically stabbing his stiffy into his mouth. He couldn't stop from squirming about on the bed, but Kieran didn't seem to be bothered by that.

At first Bryan was able to silently enjoy what Kieran was doing to his body though it wasn't long until his breathing got more laboured. As the intensity of the nice feelings increased, so did the noises emitting from Bryan's open mouth. They started as grunts, very low whining, sounds that made Bryan sound more like a drying animal than a young boy enjoying sex.

When the feelings got too intense to survive, Bryan couldn't help but bring his hands down to caress Kieran's head. He didn't grasp it tight, didn't violently start fucking the mouth sucking on his stiffy, only held onto it loosely with his hands. The tips of his fingers caressed Kieran's ears, enticed the younger boy to pick up speed. With a series of loud gasps Bryan came. It was dry as ever, but nonetheless very satisfying.

Kieran kept his mouth on Bryan's stiffy throughout the orgasm and the finger never left the older boy's bum hole. Only when he sensed Bryan had finished did he move his mouth from the spittle-covered stiffy, the foreskin still trapped behind the little shiny glans. Bryan reached down and gently moved it back over the head of his willy. He smiled weakly at Kieran and silently mouthed a thanks.

Kieran smiled back at Bryan. He still had his finger inside the older boy, wanted to replace it with the somewhat bigger appendage jutting out into the mattress underneath him. He wiggled the finger inside the tight confinement while gauging Bryan's reaction to it. When Bryan nodded his head slightly, but affirmatively, the younger boy broke into an even bigger smile.

Bryan was ready to shut off his bedside lamp and go to sleep but knew it would hardly be fair to the younger boy if he just did that. He turned onto his front, reached back and spread his buttocks, invited Kieran to sink his almost 4" erection into his bum.

The younger boy wasted no time, climbed up on top of Bryan's body and after a bit of fumbling managed to put his dick where his finger had just been. His legs were on the outside of Bryan's and he dug his knees deep into the mattress and started moving his dick ever so slowly out of and into Bryan's bum.

"Please don't get upset if I fall asleep. It really does feel wicked nice, Kieran. It's only the sleeping pill, y'know?" Bryan said in a low, tired voice.

"I know. You don't mind?"

"No, just don't molest me too much."

"I won't."

"G'night, Kieran. I love you," Bryan said almost asleep.

Kieran continued working his dick in and out of the older, very relaxed boy. He thought about what Bryan had said for a little while.

"I love you too, Bryan," he whispered as he carried on.

Bryan was on the very brink of falling asleep when the younger boy stated he loved him, yet Bryan smiled when he heard the words.

Chapter 93
Word games

Bryan woke early Saturday morning, a bit disorientated. He was laying on his front, a position he normally never woke to find himself in. Kieran was on top of him which didn't make it any more comfortable for Bryan. The younger boy was sprawled out using his shoulder as pillow.

Boy, I never imagined I could be a comfy bed to anyone, Bryan thought.

Kieran didn't seem to mind the less than soft shoulder blade he rested his cheek on as he only rubbed his head against it in his sleep. Bryan turned his head to the other side to look at his clock radio. He groaned inwardly when he saw it was only 4:13 AM. He wanted to sleep for a little longer, if only until 6, preferably longer as it meant the time until Walter came by would be less. Thinking of Walter almost woke him up completely.

Only almost, as sleeping with Kieran clinging to his back hadn't exactly improved on the quality of his sleep. It would probably have been better to strap a sack of potatoes weighing 40 kilograms to his back and sleep with those pinning him down.

At least they wouldn't move about in their sleep, Bryan thought as Kieran shifted a little on top of him.

Bryan didn't much care for being used as a bed anymore and as gently as he could, he tried to slip out from underneath Kieran. It was easier said than done, the young boy was dead to the world, even when Bryan finally threw care to the wind and none too gently bucked the boy off of him. Kieran only curled up in the foetal position and continued sleeping after he had finally let go of Bryan.

Bryan went to take a pee, he didn't turn on any lights, just sat on the toilet so he didn't have to worry about aiming for the bowl. It was a mistake though, he couldn't fall asleep after having returned to bed. The feint snoring from Kieran didn't help either. Instead of doing something to the younger boy so he'd get into another, hopefully less vocal, position, he got back out of bed. He sat in front of his laptop and located the power button. With the backlit keyboard he didn't need to turn on any lights to see what he was doing.

The newly established high-speed internet connection, well, as high-speed as it could get out there in the middle of nowhere, made it much more simple to go online. In fact, as soon as Bryan had logged on to Windows, he was online. The setting up of his iPhone to act as a wi-fi hotspot was a thing of the past. As he was the only one in the house awake at that God forsaken hour of the night, he had all of the 21 Mbit/s internet connection to himself.

Not that he had much use of the faster speed, Facebook didn't seem to load any faster than usual.

Must be all the bloody Yanks online now.

Of the five Davey Brown's he had written a message to, two had replied. Two others had blocked him, and the last had read his message but not replied.

Bloody rude! But surely not anyone worth writing with then.

He opened the first message, but it clearly wasn't the Davey he was looking for. He sent a brief reply thanking the person for responding.

Can't accuse other people of being rude and then be rude myself, can I?

He opened the next message, braced himself from getting too disappointed when he'd find out Davey would be forever gone. If this one wasn't Davey, then he'd be left with no ideas of how to locate him. It took ages for the page to load, eventually something did happen but it was only the browser telling him it had taken the server too long to respond. He started cursing out very loud, then quickly remembered what time of day, or rather, night, it was and muted himself.

A quick glance over at Kieran told him the boy was doing his best to impersonate sleeping beauty.

Well, he is sleeping and he is beautiful. Even if he prefers girls. Or at least only will fuck me until he finds a girl.

Bryan tiptoed out of his room to check up on his parents. Even if Kieran hadn't woken, it didn't mean his parents hadn't.

Kieran would sleep through an earthquake. Even an 8.6 one on the Richter scale.

He silently pushed down the door handle and slid open the door just a tiny fraction. There were no lights on in there, neither literally nor figuratively. Bryan shut the door just as silently as he had opened it and returned to his own bedroom. He shut down the browser and tried Facebook again. This time it loaded and happily showed him the message it had denied him to see minutes earlier. It took him a long time trying to decode the very short message.

"Pwiau! I caubt harblee peline its real!! Hom are n? Souwve for wy sbelliu, cow ou skybe! Danie!!! :*"

It's like trying to read Russian or Chinese!!!

Still, he instinctively knew it had to be the Davey he was looking for. There couldn't possibly be two Davey Browns suffering from dyslexia in Birmingham. Other than five words and the ":*" which in the message window of course was a kissing emoji, Bryan couldn't understand the message. It was late at night, well, the wee hours of the morning really and Bryan hadn't slept very well at all, not with Kieran on top of him. So it took him a while deducing the important parts of it.

"Hom are n" must be "How are you?" And if he inverts 'w's and 'u's, then maybe he inverts more letters.

He ended up with a more readable message after jotting it down on a piece of paper and playing with the letters.

"Brian! I cant hardlee belive its real!!! How are u? Souwve for my spellin, com on skype, davie!!!"

Hardlee is hardly. Souwve must be Sorry in that context. Com on skype, self-explanatory. But, he didn't write his email or skype id. Unless…

He started skype, never caring that he was really meant to be sleeping. He went to the window where he could add another contact to his list and typed in "Danie!!!" and started searching. More than one result popped up, but only one could be the boy he was looking for.

I'll always remember the sweet grin of yours, Davey, he thought as he looked at the little avatar picture and told Skype to add him to his contacts.

Davey would have to confirm his request, but at least, and at long last, Bryan had now managed to find him. Davey didn't confirm it straight away, not that Bryan thought he would, not after he had glanced at the clock in the lower right corner of the monitor. It was 5:11 AM, much too early to be up.

"But not too late to go back to sleep," Bryan muttered to himself as he shut down his laptop.

He had snuggled up to Kieran, enjoying the warm boy body in front of him, the pert bum cheeks spooned his groin perfectly. Both boys still naked save for their pyjamas tops.

Fortunately Bryan's mum and dad let the boys sleep in.

"Oh, let them sleep for as long as they want, it's the last day in a while they have the opportunity to do so," Doug had told Alice when she had told him she'd go rouse them.

Bryan woke to the feeling of having his willy sucked. He had been dreaming it was Davey sucking on him, but thankfully never groaned out the older boy's name in his sleep before waking to find it was really Kieran doing the honours. Bryan didn't want to just lie idly and enjoy it and told Kieran to turn around so they could both suck each other at the same time. It was another first experience for Kieran, the young boy found it hard to concentrate on sucking the stiffy in his mouth as Bryan suckling made his own feel so nice.

After they had both reached orgasm, though not at the same time, they shared a brief kiss. Both boys had wanted to kiss passionately for a long time, but broke it off almost immediately due to a serious case of morning breath.

"I do like kissing you, Bryan. Your mouth tastes like sick now though."

"Yours isn't any better. We can kiss later, after we've brushed our teeth."

Later turned out to be much later, however. Bryan's mum was in the utility room where the water pipes as well as the downpipe from the bathrooms upstairs went through, so she heard it when they flushed the toilet. She went up to Bryan's door and knocked, not wanting to open it in case she saw something she'd rather not want to again. She didn't expect Bryan to run around naked with his friend in there, but on the other hand.

They're only boys. Little boys. They're probably changing clothes in the same room. Like they'll do at school anyway.

She could hear feint noises from inside the room, thought she heard Bryan's voice, but couldn't have sworn if it was his or Kieran's she heard. She waited until she heard Bryan's voice, this time she was certain it was him, tell her to enter. She opened the door to see both boys still in their pyjamas looking at her.

"Boys, get dressed and have breakfast. We'll need to tidy up the house a bit before Ms. Baine will arrive with Walter. We'll want it to look dog friendly, right?"

"You bet, mum. There's still more than three hours until they're here, though."

"And we have a lot to do, time will pass quickly. Hurry now."

Bryan looked at Kieran and shrugged and started taking off his pyjamas top. At that point Alice quickly shut the door. She didn't want to see two boys getting naked in front of her.

"That was close!" Kieran said as he tugged his pyjamas shorts down.

"At least she waited until we were dressed. Your stiffy vanished right quick though."

"Course it did. I thought the door would just open and your mum or dad come in. Mine do that at my house."

"Then it's like when I was in prison. They'd knock and wait maybe five seconds then just open the door. Well, the guards. My friends didn't bother knocking."

"So they just walked in on you? What if you were wanking?"

"I didn't do that in the middle of the day there. Well, not on my own. And pretty much never when someone was with me."

"They wanked it for you?"

"Something like that."

Bryan wasn't about to tell Kieran what had went on in his room at the prison. Wanking himself had been a big sin when Beau was with him. That was privilege, something that had to be earned. With Charley he'd never really been in the mood for wanking, the monster cock in his guts had been quite enough. Davey would rather suck or wank Bryan's stiffy for him, even if Bryan couldn't sperm for him. In fact, Bryan could only remember having wanked his own stiffy when Davey was with him, that first time when the dyslexic boy had shown him how to do it.

The boys quickly got dressed and bounded down the stairs. They had breakfast, having to eat their soft-boiled eggs cold. At least the toast was nice and crispy as they toasted it on the fly while eating. Alice put the boys to work and sent Doug to find a dog bed that would be large enough for Walter.

"I don't care if you go to Launceston or Okehampton. You can even go to Plymouth if you must, but you're not returning without a dog bed!" she told Bryan's dad.

He drove off, leaving the boys with Alice. Bryan would've much rather enjoyed driving with his dad to find a proper dog bed for Walter, but couldn't very well leave Kieran behind. And as Walter would be Bryan's dog, he wanted to show his mum that he could be a very responsible young adult when and if needed. Both his mum and dad had been impressed by his ability to find out what it would cost to have a dog. Fairly accurately too.

That neither of his parents were going to make him pay for his dog was another matter, nor would they trust him to always care for it. Even if Bryan hadn't factored it in, there would likely be times when the boy was unable to walk or feed the dog. Not only when going on school trips, also when he'd inevitably get too sick to properly care for a dog, if not for Walter, then another. It was a responsibility much too big for a kid, even if Bryan was very nearly fourteen years of age.

Bryan's dad came from a home with a dog, so he knew what having one would entail. It would require daily walks, come snow or rain, it didn't matter. Yet, he also knew how much love one could get from a dog. With Bryan's life, not only the time he had spent in prison, but indeed also the first eleven years of it, it was about time he experienced better times. Doug hoped they'd soon be able to sell their old home, there was a quite substantial amount of money in it, though money they couldn't spend as long as it was tied in the bricks there.

They couldn't afford another mortgage, even if the bank should've been so inclined as to offer them one. But of course it hadn't. Living off of credit cards had been discussed, but the interest they'd have to pay would have made it even worse than a mortgage. Selling off the vast land would have been ideal, but there were no buyers for it. The two farmers renting into it had gotten the better end of the deal. Still, it was better than nothing.

Life in Winlaton had been nice, at least Doug had thought it to be so. At least on the surface, but when Bryan had been imprisoned, even wrongly, those who had once been friendly, turned out to be everything but that. The old lady next door, who had been almost like a grandmother to Bryan had told everyone, including several journalists from the tabloid newspapers, that she always knew there was something about Bryan. Something evil, though she hadn't been able to tell just how evil the boy was until that day when darling Lewis had been killed.

And while Lewis might have been a right little darling, so was Bryan. Even if the entire country had seemed to wanting him hung for the crime committed. And that was before he had even been found guilty!

Bryan will have a dog, Walter, if God permits. And by God, I will give him a nice home too! I don't know how I'm going to do it, but Willowsby Manor will rise to its former glory!

Doug had taken the surname of his wife, when they had married. His own family name hadn't been as grandiose as Alice's, and without ever asking her, he knew she'd never give it up. Willowsby had a nice ring to it, and he was happy Bryan was a Willowsby, not a mere Taylor.

The boy has inherited his mother's good looks and big heart. I'm not sure where he got the intellect from, it surely wasn't from my side of the family. But his strong and determined will, that's all from me.

In all honesty, the will Bryan had, came from both parents. Alice was just as persistent as Doug and sometimes their strong wills would clash in fierce arguments that could go on for hours. They would eventually work things out, but neither of them would willingly yield to their spouse.

Chapter 94
The other side

While Doug was driving and worrying, Bryan and Kieran was sweating at Bryan's home. Not only had Alice decided to tidy up the house, she'd also set her heart to make it a lot more dog proof than it had been. What she did was think back to the time Bryan had been a three year old toddler and set about moving anything remotely delicate or precious to her away from danger. It meant finding new places to put vases and other such items. It wasn't easy in the confinements of the few rooms that had been renovated so far.

It also meant both Kieran and Bryan had to walk around holding a vase or an old piece of china that Alice had told was irreplaceable until she decided on where they could put it. More often than not, she'd suddenly change her mind and ask them to pick it up again and put it somewhere else.

"Mum!" Bryan finally objected, "I've been shuffling this vase from here to there and back again. Five times already! I'm putting it on the kitchen table until you've made up your mind."

Alice sighed. Bryan was right, still she didn't like being told the truth by her son.

"I suppose it's better if we wrap them nicely and put them in storage until we have more space. Bryan, you know where we put the boxes and the protective stuff. Take Kieran and bring back four, no make it five boxes. And a lot of the bubble wrap."

"Cool! Come Kieran. We're going to the other side."

The way Bryan said it made it sound to Kieran they were about to enter the twilight zone or something.

"The other side?" he asked.

"Don't worry, Kieran. He means the other side of the drywall in the hall. It isn't nearly as scary as he makes it sound," Alice explained.

"Is that why you won't go there, mum?"

"Now, Bryan. Don't get smart with me. You know I don't like mice."

"There aren't any."

"And how would you know?"

"I've never seen any when I went with dad."

"Just because you haven't seen any, doesn't mean they aren't there. But, I do know there are plenty of spiders in the old parts of this manor. Big, nasty ones with giant fangs who'd love to get their clammy hands on a tasty little boy like you."

"Mum!" Bryan shrieked, then giggled, "Spiders don't have hands. You're silly mum."

"Oh, I'm silly. Beware, if you see old Mr. Bitey. He'll set you straight. If he doesn't just eat you. You better watch out for him, he can hide in even the tiniest of shadows. And then all of a sudden BOOM!"

Both Bryan and Kieran jumped at the sudden outburst.

"There is no Mr. Bitey, Kieran," Bryan told the younger boy.

It was more for his own sake he said it, he desperately hoped Kieran would agree and they could both dismiss it as another silliness stemming from a stupid parent.

"I don't know, Bryan. Your mum was mighty convincing. Maybe Mr. Bitey is really a Brown Recluse that came over here a long time ago and grew big feasting on the mice. That's why you never saw any mice. 'cos Mr. Bitey ate them all."

"Is that possible?"

"Totally!"

"Shit! Shine your torch over there, there's a shadow!"

"I got it. Grab the boxes and that wrap stuff and let's get the hell out of here."

"Right. Here, lend me a hand. I can't carry it all with only one hand… Kieran?"

"Shhh, Bryan. Don't move!"

"Why? What's wrong?"

"I think Mr. Bitey is here."

"What?! Where?"

"Oh shit! Bryan, watch out! Above you, right over your head! He's coming for you! He's letting himself down from the ceiling in a string of web."

Bryan screamed shrilly, dropped the boxes he had managed to pick up and ran out of the dark and dusty, but relatively dry room made by the end of the hallway. He kept screaming until he had reached the safety of the bright sunny outsides. He noticed Kieran hadn't followed him out. Expecting the worst had happened, that Mr. Bitey had bitten Kieran and his friend now being eaten by the enormous spider, Bryan tiptoed back in. He was ready to run like hell if he had to, but still he needed to see if he could somehow help Kieran.

He found Kieran laying in the corridor.

"Kieran?" He called out in a whisper, "Kieran? Are you okay?"

Bryan heard no reply, nor could he see Kieran moving. At all.

Shit! He's dead! Oh no, Kieran!

Bryan had to make sure if Kieran really had died. He shone his torch all around, double checking every single spot where a spider would be able to hide. He didn't see any actual spiders, but there were remnants from them. In particularly webs. Loads of them.

He was facing away from Kieran when he could suddenly feel something grab hold of his ankle and held it tight. Bryan screamed and tried to get away from it. He fell to the rugged stone flooring as whatever it was hung onto his ankle and tugged at it. Bryan did two things at the same time, he wet himself and kicked back as hard as he could with his free foot. He could hear a loud "OOF" sound but more importantly he could feel whatever had held onto his ankle had let go of it.

Bryan hadn't reached halfway back outside before he heard a loud sniggering from behind him. He was sure it was Mr. Bitey laughing at his feeble attempts of escaping until he heard Kieran's voice.

"Hey Bryan. Come back. It was only a joke!"

Bryan stopped. It was undoubtedly Kieran's sniggering he could hear.

"Kieran? Are you alright?"

"Well, I think you dislocated my shoulder with that kick. Other than that, yeah. I'm fine."

Bryan went back, cautiously, to where Kieran laid on the stone floor. He found the younger boy rubbing his shoulder. While still giggling.

Suddenly Bryan realised he had been fooled all along. Kieran had of course known about Bryan's arachnophobia and of course so did his mum.

"You're SO dead!" he yelled and launched himself at the younger boy.

Kieran saw Bryan coming and fended him off easily. They ended up on the floor, Bryan on his back and Kieran on top of him. That's when Bryan started crying.

"Bryan? Are you okay? Did you get hurt?"

Bryan wouldn't respond, he only kept crying. It wasn't until Kieran had finally managed to drag an unwilling Bryan outside into the sunlight that he understood what the problem was. The front of Bryan's shorts had an unmistakably dark spot. A rather large one too.

"I'm so sorry Bryan. I didn't mean for you to pee yourself," Kieran said remorsefully.

Bryan was both angry and humiliated. He was ready to damn Kieran to hell, to call him every foul name he could ever think of and then some, when the younger boy did something that astonished Bryan. Kieran wet his shorts, right there in front of Bryan!

Bryan couldn't believe his own eyes and didn't understand why anyone would ever want to do something like that on purpose. Yet, Kieran did and he kept going for a long time too. The pee didn't just make a spot on the front of Kieran's shorts, it dripped from them as well. Bryan could only watch in silent wonder.

When Kieran had finished he looked bashfully at the older boy.

"I am sorry Bryan, honest. I never ever would have done that in a million years if I knew you'd get so scared from it."

"It's okay. You really got me good. But don't EVER do that again."

"I won't."

"What now though? We can't go in like this."

"Sure we can. Don't you remember what I told you about the benefits of being small?"

"What?"

"Watch and learn."

Seemingly with no effort at all, Kieran teared up. Small tears appeared in the corners of his eyes before larger ones followed. He started sobbing, but winked at Bryan and started walking towards the main entrance of the manor.

"Mrs. Willowsby?" he sniffed as he opened the door.

Bryan followed him, wondered how this would play out.

"Mrs. Willows… by?" Kieran sobbed.

"What's wrong, Kieran?" Alice asked from somewhere inside.

"I… I had a… an accident."

"Oh dear Lord."

Bryan's mum rushed to the door.

"Did you have anything… oh? Not you as well Bryan?"

Bryan nodded, although he wasn't crying at the time, his face was still wet from his previous tears. His humiliation hadn't dwindled the least.

"Go up and take off those wet things, no, don't worry about your shoes. Bryan, lend Kieran some of your clothes, alright dear? Oh and on this day too. Ms. Baine will be here in less than an hour. Where's Doug, what's keeping him? Boys, get a move on. Leave the wet clothes in your bedroom Bryan, I'll come pick them up while you're showering. Help Kieran get cleaned up, will you?"

"Yes, mum."

"Told you so," Kieran said to Bryan as they washed each other in the shower.

"Yes, only now my mum thinks I'm even smaller than she thought before. I'll never get any kind of responsibility now."

"Why would you want that? Live a little."

"I… Uh… It's part of growing up. To be trusted to be able to do something and then do it."

"I like being treated like a little boy better."

"Sure. Like you did when your mum said you couldn't come here 'cuz she didn't want you crossing big bad ole Fore Street on your own."

"That's totally different."

"No it isn't. It's showing you can manage on your own. Which is quite difficult to prove when you still wet yourself."

"I only did that to make you feel better."

"I know. But my mum doesn't. She'll tell your mum too. Maybe she'll even put you in training pants."

Kieran looked wide-eyed at Bryan.

"Noo! She wouldn't!"

"Don't worry, you can borrow one of my pacifiers when you sleep over. Long as you promise not to wet my bed."

"Shut it!"

"Only it would have to be one of the pink ones. The blue is mine!"

"You big baby!" Kieran giggled then shrieked as Bryan began tickling him.

"Boys! No fighting in the bathroom. You might slip. Don't make me come in there."

"Mum! You wouldn't. We're both naked!"

"As if I haven't seen everything there is to see, I have changed your nappies young man. For years!"

"That was years and years ago. I've changed!"

To Bryan's horror, he saw the door open and his mum poke her head into the bathroom.

"Not all that much," she said smiling before closing the door again.

"Sheesh. Mums!" Bryan gasped dramatically.

"You're alright, Bryan. Now, get dry, I still need the boxes to put my vases and china in before Walter arrives and smashes them all up with that long tail of his," he heard his mum's faint voice through the door.

Bryan and Kieran shared a look. Bryan's mum had just seen them both in all of their naked glory. Kieran shrugged.

"I don't know why you think it's such a big deal. My mum sees me naked all the time. It's only your body, it's nothing to be ashamed of."

"Maybe not when you're eleven. It's different when you're thirteen."

"Doesn't have to be. She's seen my brother naked too. Hurry now, we need to get everything ready for Walter."

The boys got dressed in Bryan's bedroom. Kieran put on some of Bryan's clothes, including a pair of the new Björn Borg boxer tights, though Kieran called them trunks.

"They're nice," was all he said about them when Bryan asked.

They came down the stairs as Doug, Bryan's dad, entered the door carrying the boxes and bubble wrapping. It spared them another trip into the not very pleasant corridor on the other side of the drywall. Instead they were asked to help prepare a quick lunch while Alice packed her precious and fragile things and Doug assembled the newly purchased dog bed.

Chapter 95
A welcomed visitor

Bryan was the first one to spot the estate car driving up in front of the manor. He had been looking for it, constantly checking his watch. Ms. Baine was late when she finally shut off the engine. A full six minutes late. All was forgiven when she opened the back door of the car and let out a very happy Walter. He immediately started sniffing at the cobblestone of the courtyard, then made a beeline to the first rose bush and marked it with a spurt of pee.

Everybody had been told not to interrupt Walter as he familiarized himself with the new surroundings. Bryan found it difficult not to run to the dog to give him a big welcome hug, but understood the reasons for it. It would be up to Walter, if he wanted to live there at the manor with Bryan and his family. Ms. Baine observed the dog and family, noted how Walter greeted each of the humans with a lick. Even Kieran, who Walter had never met before received a lick. Walter ran up the concrete steps and into the renovated part of the manor.

Everybody followed him inside, but stayed in the hall as Walter investigated his new home. Well, at least what everyone hoped would be his new home. It seemed to be a done deal when Walter went upstairs and after a brief visit inside the master bedroom, jumped into Bryan's bed. Walter walked a couple of times around himself before laying down. He perked up at Bryan's excited voice telling everyone in the house that he was well pleased by the actions of the dog.

"He knows that's where I sleep! He wants to sleep with me. In my bed. YES! Good boy, Walter."

Kieran would have sworn to actually seeing Walter smile as the dog lay there on the bed.

It was only a brief visit by Walter and Ms. Baine, the woman had brought a checklist of things to see were in order and after a quick visit to the garden, she bid the family farewell again. She took Walter with her, but did tell Bryan that the dog was his. She had to do some paperwork before everything was official and Walter could move in with the Willowsbys. Some had to wait until Monday and the grownups agreed it would be best to wait for the next weekend before Walter moved in.

Bryan wasn't pleased with that arrangement, but was reminded of school starting Tuesday. There'd be enough for him to worry about without having a dog that would more than likely be restless the first couple of nights of living in their home. He waved goodbye to Walter as it left the courtyard.

Since it would be at least another hour before Kieran's clothes were dry enough to put on, the boys went up to Bryan's bedroom. With the door shut, they quickly got into mischief.

"Can I suck you again? And stick it in you? It was nice last night but then you started snoring. It kind of felt sick to do it with you sleeping."

"Sorry. I told you I'd fall asleep. It isn't something I do on purpose, it's just those stupid pills. It's getting a little easier to fight them and stay awake but suddenly I just go zonk and pass out."

"You go how?"

"Zonk! Okay, I don't say or do anything. I only fall asleep. It felt nice when you bummed me. Well, what I managed to feel anyway. We have to do it quickly if we're to do it inside."

"There's still a couple of hours before I have to be taken home by your dad. Want to do it outside? It'd be safer that way. No risk of your mum barging in on us then."

"Alright. But I'm not walking all the way to my secret hideout. I know another place. It's quite close but more or less just as safe."

The place Bryan had in mind was where Beau had practically raped him the first day he had come to visit Bryan. It would be nice to have something to remember the secluded spot by other than thinking of it as the place where he had been severely fucked in the bum. He led Kieran to it, but first he set off in another direction. Just in case either of his parents would see what direction they went and for some reason or another decided to come see what they were up to.

I doubt they would though. I got my phone on me, they'd likely first ring then come to find us if I didn't answer the call.

"This is it. Sure, when we're standing up we can watch for miles. But sit and see for yourself."

"You're right. No one will be able to see us unless they stumbled upon us. Won't it be terribly uncomfortable for you to lay here though?"

"Duh, that's why I brought the blanket. If we keep it folded up it'll be nice and comfy. I'd be able to lay on my back all day long with my legs up and you on top of me."

"I couldn't fuck you all day long. I think my dick would just burst into flames then."

"We don't have all day anyway, only about an hour."

"That's more than enough time for it. Should I suck you first, then fuck you? Or would you rather I sucked you after?"

"I don't mind either way. Y'know, we could suck each other first, then you can fuck me?"

"Right! I really liked when we did that."

Both boys pulled their shorts and underwear down to their ankles, as neither felt fully confident they wouldn't be disturbed. After all, they were only about 200 meters from the manor, even if they had walked in a large half circle to get to where they were. They were lying on their sides on the blanket and didn't waste any time before they started sucking each other.

After a couple of minutes, Bryan felt Kieran move a little and readily moved his knees and thighs apart to allow the younger boy to play with his nuts. Kieran had other plans as he left the nuts alone and went for the hole between Bryan's buttocks. A slicked finger went inside. Bryan quickly wet one of his fingers as Kieran spread his legs too. He was a little confused when Kieran caught his hand between his thighs just as he had gotten the tip inside the tight bum hole.

"Don't stick it in. Can you, uh, just tickle it? Nicely. On the outside?"

Bryan agreed to the new rules. He wasn't sure why Kieran didn't want a finger in his bum, the younger boy had seemed to rather enjoy it the last time he had done it. For the next hour the only bum that was put something into was that of Bryan's. It didn't matter to Bryan, he quite enjoyed being on the receiving end, but after they had pulled up their clothes, he just had to ask.

"Kieran, why didn't you want me to stick my finger in your bum? Don't you like it?"

"Eh. I do," Kieran blushingly admitted, "it's only… I kind of have to poo."

"Eww. I almost stuck my finger in there."

Bryan carefully examined the finger tip that had barely breached into the young boy bum. He was happy not to find any traces of the foul stuff, Kieran supposedly was full of.

When they returned to the manor, Kieran's clothes had been dried and ready for him to put on, which he did, but only after a five minute visit to Bryan's bathroom. Afterwards, Doug and Bryan had taken Kieran home. It was a short drive, yet both boys sat on each their booster seat in the rear of the Volvo. The integrated booster seats were so easy to operate that Bryan easily got it ready for Kieran without Doug's help.

After returning home, Bryan went directly to his bedroom and found the shorts and boxer briefs Kieran had been wearing for a couple of hours. They didn't smell used at all, only smelled from the fabric softener Bryan's mum had used when she washed them. Bryan thought it was bordering somewhere right between depraved and perverted, sniffing a pair of underwear someone else had been wearing. Even if the underwear belonged to him and Kieran only had been wearing them for three and a half hours.

I only wish they'd smell more like him! If they did, I wouldn't ever wash them. Even if he does prefer girls.

One person Bryan knew would have to be gay was Davey. Well, he didn't know exactly, but judged on the way he had behaved while inside prison, he just had to be as gay as Bryan thought himself to be. There was only one problem with Davey. He was 200 miles away. Even by car it would be 3 hours and 15 minutes, at least that's what Google maps told him. Public transportation would involve a bus and two trains and take more than 12 hours.

It's like you're supposed to have a car to live here. What about us kids? I'd like to see dad's face if I asked him to handover the keys to the Volvo so I could go visit my friend in Birmingham.

But, at least Bryan had added Davey to Skype, and when he signed on, the sweet boy had accepted. Bryan was elated to see Davey's status change from unknown to online. He put on his headset after making sure he had closed his bedroom door, then clicked on the "Danie!!!" user and requested a video call. It connected and Bryan impatiently waited for the video feed to start.

"Bryan!"

Bryan heard his name said by a young man version of Davey. His voice had deepened from the awkward pubescent voice Bryan had last heard him use.

Well, he's almost 17 now, can't be a boy forever. He's not me!

"Hi Davey."

"You look almost like I remember you. Well, you no longer look like a girl with that cool hair of yours."

"When I was released I got a haircut. Well, I did get one in prison, but I didn't like it much."

"You look much better now. What's up? I never thought I'd hear from you again."

"I wondered what happened to you. You never did send me a letter."

"I lost the address. I'm sorry Bryan. Lots of things have happened since then. I have a job now, working nights at a warehouse."

"You sound so much more mature than when you were in prison," Bryan couldn't help but say.

"As I said, I've changed. Got my head set straight when I got out on probationary release, stopped running with the old gang. Bunch of pussies they were, the lot. Anyway, I didn't forget you, Bryan. My own wee babe, I named him after you. Bryan Brown. I call him Brown Brown, I hope you don't mind?"

"You're seeing a girl?!"

"I'm engaged, man! We're getting married as soon as I can put enough money away for the wedding. You should come. Brown Brown is getting christened at the same time."

The rest of the conversation was a blur to Bryan. He thought he had agreed to come to Davey's wedding but wasn't sure when he later tried to think back to how it had played out. He'd seen a picture of a young woman holding a baby, but still didn't know if he had actually understood what Davey had said. Something about returning to Birmingham and meeting the girl who was now to become his wife outside his work place. Then somehow ended up in bed with her and then made a baby. Number two already on the way.

Chapter 96
I guess?

Bryan didn't eat his dinner that night after having talked to Davey on Skype. He didn't want to get out of bed Sunday morning, either. He flat down refused going to church and his mum couldn't persuade him. When he had said no to lunch after his parents had returned, his dad came to see him.

"Are you sick, Bryan?" he had asked.

Bryan had turned onto his other side to face away from his dad. That's when Doug got into bed lying next to his son.

"Tell me what's wrong, Bryan. I can't help you if you don't."

"Everything," Bryan didn't know how to possibly explain it any better than that.

"I'm not going to play the guessing game with you Bryan. You're too old for that. Clear your mind and pick a place to begin from. Then start talking. Don't simply tell me everything is wrong, as I know that can't be true."

"You wouldn't understand."

"Then explain it so I can. Maybe you don't understand the emotions running through your body or the thoughts in your mind, either. Sometimes explaining something you don't fully understand will help you understand it better yourself."

It took some time before Bryan spoke after having sighed deeply.

"Have you ever been in love, dad?"

"This may come as a surprise to you, but your mum and I do love each other very much."

"Okay then. Have you ever been in love and found out the one you loved didn't love you back?"

"Yes. I have. It isn't easy. It's never easy being rejected."

"Will it ever get any easier?"

"That's a tough question. I think if you get rejected enough times, you'll build a wall, or a steel armour around your heart. It'll be much harder for anyone to penetrate that defence to reach your heart. The problem is that even if the armour may seem to make you stronger, you'll have to lower it every once in a while. When you meet someone you really believe you love and want to be loved by is when you'll have to bare your heart. And every single time you do so, you risk ending up being hurt again."

"Why would I want to ever feel like this again? I'd rather just live without being loved then."

"It would be convenient if it worked like that. But everybody needs love. It's just very hard to find the one true love. Sometimes people go through their entire life without ever finding the right person. But they never give up hope, and neither can or should you."

"It isn't very logical to pursue something you'll never have."

"The minute we stop striving for something is when we might as well give up living."

Doug hugged Bryan closely to him before carrying on.

"You have too much to live for to give up now. It might be impossible to see right now, but you will find something to strive for. You might even stumble across love where you in a million years never would have expected to find it. You're still only a child Bryan, I know you hate when I tell you, but you are. You're still learning about life, you've only just begun to realise you need to find answers to a lot of questions. Questions you never knew you'd be asking yourself or others. Some questions you'll never find the answers to, but, nevertheless you'll still never stop trying."

"Dad? I told you I thought I was gay. I am, I know I am. But I'd much rather be normal. And have kids. When I'm old like you, not like now. Being gay is so confusing, I don't know if a boy is gay or only wants to have sex with me until he can find a girl to get it on with."

"I can see how that might be confusing. It isn't like people wear a tag or share a secret handshake to state they're gay. Only gay people you ever really see are those in the pride parades."

"I don't want to be like them. I don't want to like wear makeup and a big red wig and all."

"Maybe you won't be like them. What you decide to do is completely up to you. I don't think there's a dress-code required for being gay. Should you ever want to march in a parade, I won't stop you. Even if you should want to wear a lot of makeup and a big flaming red wig. As I said, only you can decide what is best for you. Within limits of course. But we've already discussed that."

"I know. I remember. I just don't know what's best for me, dad. Can't you tell me?"

"I wish I could. I don't much enjoy seeing you all depressed like this. One thing I do know, though. You're not making it any easier for yourself not eating anything. Your brain is just like your muscles, it needs energy to work properly."

"I love you dad."

"I love you too. I always will, no matter what you tell me."

"Dad?"

"Yes?"

"I disobeyed you. I had sex. With Kieran."

"Oh. Is that why you're upset now?"

"Kind of."

"Is Kieran the one who only wants to 'practice' until he can find a girl?"

"He said something like it, but not up front. I think I heard him say he loved me last night but I was almost asleep and maybe I was only dreaming."

"I'm not going to punish you Bryan. I'm not all so surprised either. With your background, the only way to prevent you from having sex would be moving to the North Pole or something. Or maybe have you neutered."

"You'd cut of my nuts?!"

"Well, it would take the sex drive right out of you."

"Dad!"

"I'm only joking Bryan. Cutting off someone's nuts isn't done in this day and age. Anyway, promise me this, if you really can't keep from having sex, at least be very careful okay? Don't go having sex with every boy you meet from now on. In fact, I'd appreciate it if you'd stick to just Kieran for as long as you both want. And whatever you do, don't let your mum catch you in the act. I can't tell you what she might do if she discovers you're having sex, no matter if it's with a boy or a girl."

"I'll be extremely carefully. I promise."

"And Bryan? Please, don't tell me if you have sex with any other boys. Not unless I for some reason should dare to ask that question myself, or if someone would try to force you to have sex with them against your wish. I don't need to know every little detail of your life."

"Right."

"Oh, and remember, sex should always be fun and exciting, for both."

"It is with Kieran."

"Bryan!"

"Sorry dad."

"Right, take a few minutes to compose yourself, then come down for lunch. By the way, if I were you, I wouldn't worry so much whether Kieran loves you or not. He simply adores you."

"You think so?"

"I know so. He's head over heels in love with you."

"He has a strange way of showing it then."

"He's very young Bryan. He might not understand his feelings or isn't able to properly express them yet. But, he being in love with you? Most definitely so."

"Thanks dad. But, why didn't you just tell me that from the very start?"

"What? And miss out on the opportunity of talking about gay parades and men wearing red wigs? Oh I think not."

"You're weird, but I love you all the same anyway."

"Now, that's what true love is. Hopefully you'll discover it with Kieran. If not with him, then someone else."

Bryan had lunch then told his parents he was going to ride his bicycle. He didn't tell them where he was going, but he had his phone and promised them he was going to be careful. He went to Lewdown, then rode through it and down the street to Stowford. He needed to talk to Kieran and it wasn't something he could talk to him about on Skype. He needed to see his body language, and all of his body, not just his upper body and head.

Rowan, Kieran's older brother answered the door when Bryan knocked. Rowan greeted Bryan and told him Kieran was in his room.

"Oy! Sad puppy face! Your little lover is here."

"Ná labhairt faoi Bryan mar sin nuair a bhíonn sé in ann a éisteacht leat, leathcheann!" Bryan heard a male voice shout.

A man came to the door. He had fiery red hair both on top of his head and in his face, a full but neatly trimmed beard covered both chin and upper lip. His lower arms and the chest hair that peeked out through the top of his unbuttoned button-down shirt were the exact same colour. His nose was almost as freckled as the two brothers'. A pair of friendly green eyes looked at Bryan.

"We meet at last," he said to Bryan in a friendlier voice.

"Hello Mr. Byrne. I am Bryan."

"Of course you are. Kieran already showed me the pictures on his phone. Call me Paul. Mr. Byrne is my father, rest his bones."

"Pleased to meet you Paul. Uh, is Kieran in?"

"Yes. Well, he was just now. Kieran, ná coinnigh do chara ag fanacht!"

"Sorry?"

"Oh? Ah, pardon me for speaking Gaelic to my sons. It's most rude of me. I told Kieran to stop whatever it is he is doing and come here."

Kieran came to the door, smiling at Bryan.

"What's up Bryan? Bhuíochas, dad."

Paul nodded at the boys and left them.

"Can we go somewhere?"

"Sec. Dad? A bheas ag ar ais go luath."

"Okay," Bryan heard Paul say from somewhere inside the house.

"I don't know how you can talk Irish. It doesn't sound like English at all."

"I learnt Gaelic first then English. It's easy. I sometimes get them mixed up though."

"That's how I speak French too. I would rather everyone just spoke English."

"Sure would be simpler."

"'Xactly. Where are we going?"

"Not too far. Why didn't you just skype me?"

"Aren't you happy to see me?"

"Sure, but we could've been out. Then you'd come here for nothing."

"I took my chances. It's too important for skype. Do you remember when you put it in my bum Friday night?"

"Yes. And you went to sleep."

"I said I was sorry for that. Anyway, just before I nodded off I said I loved you."

"You did?"

"Yes. I think you said you loved me too?"

"I did? I don't remember."

"Aw, Kieran. It's only two days ago. You got to be able to remember that."

"I might've said it."

"Did you mean it?"

"If I love you?"

"Yes!"

"I guess?"

Bryan wanted to press on, to have Kieran really declare his love for him. Still, he didn't, he remembered his dad's words of caution about Kieran likely not fully understanding love yet. Neither did Bryan, for that matter. All he knew right then was that he did love Kieran. And he kissed Kieran right on the lips, only briefly as they were in the middle of the street where they had walked while talking. Kieran smiled bashfully but grabbed Bryan's arm and dragged him in behind a bush. Here, Kieran returned Bryan's kiss. It went on for the longest time.

Bryan slowly rode his bicycle home a bit later. The boys hadn't progressed from kissing into actual sex, but this only made the kiss so much more special to Bryan. He no longer worried about Kieran swapping him out for the first the best girl he'd be able to talk into having sex with him. If it happened, he'd deal with it then. For now, though, he knew he was in love with Kieran and Kieran felt the same for him.

Nobody would be able to kiss like that and not be in love. It was like I could feel a connection between us. Something that went deeper than just swapping spit and touching tongues.

"Kieran, I love you and I want the whole world to know!" Bryan shouted as loudly as he could.

The only ones who heard Bryan were some birds who were startled by the sudden shout. They took flight while Bryan happily rode on towards his home.

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