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based on any actual events.


My Girlfriend's Brother - Chapter 6 (of 6)
by
Gymnopedies


"Liam? You awake?"

Jez's voice brought me out of my light doze. I'd been awake for a
while, but had been putting off getting up. "Erm, yeah. I guess so," I
replied, giving a yawn. I lifted myself up onto one elbow and sleepily
scratched at my head. Jez peered at me from around my bedroom door,
just his head and one bare shoulder visible. "You want me?" I asked.

"I was just wondering if it was OK for me to get a shower."

"Of course it is. You don't need to ask; just go ahead."

"I would have done," he said, "only there's no towel.

"Ah, yeah, sorry." I now remembered putting the dirty towels into the
washing machine the previous evening. I'd meant to replace them with
clean ones but it must have slipped my mind. "I'll get you one. Go get
your shower and I'll bring you one in."

Jez disappeared and I forced myself to get out of bed, stretching my
muscles. Then, barefooted and wearing just my shorts, I padded through
to the kitchen to get some clean towels from where they were stored in
the cupboard above the hot water tank.

As I entered the bathroom, I could hear the sound of the running
shower. "I got your towel, Jez," I called, feeling a strange momentary
pang of disappointment that the boy had pulled the shower curtain
across and was hidden behind it.

"OK, thanks Liam. I won't be long."

"No rush. It's here when you want it." I contemplated waiting here
until Jez pulled back the curtain, but quickly got control of myself. I
put the towel on the rail and went back to the kitchen, where I tried
once more to make sense of what I was feeling. I'd actually gone into
that bathroom hoping to catch a glimpse of Jez naked. What the hell was
the matter with me? My hand trembled as I poured myself a glass of
water.

Jez followed me into the kitchen a couple of minutes later. He had a
towel wrapped around his waist and he held it in place by gripping the
corners at his side. His hair was wet and their were droplets of water
on his shoulders and chest. I gave him a smile, which he returned. For
some reason, his smile made my heart beat faster.

"How do you feeling this morning?" I asked him.

"OK, I guess. A bit sore." Jez touched lightly at the scabbed-over cut
above his eye.

"Here, let me look." I stepped up to him and put my hands one to each
side of his face as I peered closely at the swollen area on the side of
his forehead. The skin of his face felt so soft to my touch. "It
doesn't look too bad," I said. "Which one of them gave you that?"

I immediately felt him tense up at the question. This was obviously
something he didn't want to talk about, but at the same time it was
something we couldn't ignore.

"Mum did it," he said, a tremor in his voice. "I was on the floor and
she kicked me."

"She kicked you in the face?" I looked at him completely dumbfounded,
my mind refusing to accept that any mother could do that to one of her
children.

"At least she missed my mouth this time," said Jez, with an extremely
forced smile.

"Oh, Jez. Why didn't you tell someone what was happening? Why did you
stay there and let her keep doing it?"

He gave an unhappy shrug. "What would they have done if I'd told
someone? Either they would have given her a warning, which would have
made her hate me even more, or I would have been taken into care."

"Surely even that would have been better than having her treat you like
that."

"You think so? You ever been in care? I spent three months in a
children's home when I was twelve; it was awful. Besides, she didn't
hit me all the time. It was only sometimes. I tried to keep out of her
way most of the time, and I kept telling myself that maybe it wouldn't
happen again." He went quiet, then lifted his eyes to look up into
mine. "What's going to happen to me now?" he asked, on the verge of
tears.

"Nothing," I told him firmly. "You're staying here with me; as long as
you want to, anyway. You're sixteen now, so as long as you're safe, I
don't think Social Services would be interested, unless your mother
decides to make a fuss. If she causes any trouble then we go to the
police and tell them what's been happening to you."

"I don't want the cops involved," Jez said quickly. "I don't want
everybody knowing about it."

"Don't worry. We won't go to them unless we have to."

"You really mean it, I can stay here?" Jez looked at me hopefully.

"Yeah, I mean it. You're my number-one boy." That last part came out
without thinking, intended to cheer Jez up. It certainly did the job.

"Oh Liam." Jez game me a one-armed hug, his other hand still engaged in
stopping his towel from falling to the floor. I hugged him in return,
and we stood for several long seconds with our bare chests pressed
together, my hands running lightly over the smooth, soft skin of his
back. It felt incredible.

"I think you ought to go get dressed, Jez," I said, eventually. "We've
got a busy day ahead. We need to go out and get you some clothes."

He looked at me worriedly. "I haven't got any money. I haven't got
anything at all."

"It's not a problem," I smiled. "I'll get you everything you need."

"You can't keep spending money on me."

"Oh yes I can. Emma never worried about spending my money."

"I'm not Emma."

"I know you're not," I said, gently stroking his cheek. "Go get your
clothes on."

As Jez went to get dressed, I went into the bathroom to get my own
shower. My mind was still in turmoil and I was more confused than I'd
ever been before. I was feeling things for Jez that I had never felt
for Emma; things that I had never felt for anyone else at all. It
wasn't so much physical things, it was much more emotional. I wanted to
take care of Jez, to comfort him when he was upset, to be with him all
the time. But it went beyond that. There seemed to be an almost
constant desire for physical contact, like the way I had just stroked
his cheek; it had been an impulse gesture, but that sort of contact
went way beyond simple friendship. It wasn't just the fact that Jez was
a guy, though that was disturbing enough. There was also the small
matter of me being an adult and Jez still being a child; feelings of
this sort weren't natural. I gave a wry smile as it occurred to me that
Jez was sixteen. Emma had only been seventeen, just one year older, and
I'd thought nothing of fucking her brains out for half the night. It
was a matter of perception: Emma had always been experienced well
beyond her years, and Jez had none of that experience and seemed
surrounded by an aura of innocence and vulnerability. My breath caught
as I realised the direction my thoughts had taken. I had actually been
contemplating some sort of sexual contact with Jez. Guilt washed over
me. This wasn't right. I immediately banished all improper thoughts
from my head and tried to concentrate on more practical matters. I
began making a mental list of what we would need to buy today for Jez.

**********

I had always enjoyed shopping. There is something therapeutic about
wandering around the stores buying nice clothes. However, I'd never
enjoyed it so much as I had today. Shopping with Jez took things to a
whole new level. The teen had at first been reluctant to spend money,
apparently satisfied with the cheapest items he could find, but I was
having none of that. In spite of being a bit on the thin side, Jez was
a great-looking kid; even more so now that Dino had sorted his hair
out. I knew that with the right clothes, he wouldn't just look great he
would look incredible and, for some reason, this was really important
to me. Jez had eventually given in, not that he'd had any choice in the
matter, and he'd even started to enjoy the experience. We had already
been back to the car with one load of bags and were still going strong.

Our next port of call was the jewellers. This was something I hadn't
been looking forward to, but it had to be done. I had previously paid a
deposit on the diamond ear studs that were to have been Emma's
eighteenth birthday present, and I had been supposed to call into the
shop yesterday to pay the balance and collect the studs. That was
before things had taken an unexpected turn. I gave the store assistant
a short explanation of the situation and she was about to refund my
deposit when, out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Jez looking at a
display case containing watches. I gave the assistant a signal to hold
off for a moment and went over to the boy.

"See anything you like?" I asked, casually.

"Yeah, loads," he grinned. He looked around. "You finished."

"Almost," I told him. "Which one do you like the best?"

"That one," he laughed, pointing to a nice looking watch. It had a
segmented stainless steel strap with gold coloured highlights, and a
round face, again highlighted with a gold colour. It was priced at
Ł120, one of the more expensive ones in that display case.

I waved to the assistant to come over. "Can we have a look at this
one?" I asked her.

"What are you doing?" Jez asked me, a look of worried disbelief on his
face.

I ignored him and accepted the watch from the assistant. Taking hold of
Jez's hand, I slipped the watch over it and closed it around his wrist.
It looked good. "You like it?" I asked the boy.

"Yeah, of course I like it. But..."

"It's a bit loose," I told the assistant. "Can you adjust it?"

"No problem," the assistant smiled. "We can take a couple of links out
of the strap. It'll just take a minute."

"Great. We'll take it. Use the deposit from the studs and I'll pay the
balance."

"OK, I'll just need to take it through to the back for a minute so that
we can take these links out for you." The assistant disappeared through
a doorway.

"What are you doing?" Jez hissed at me, his eyes flicking towards the
door of the store as though we were doing something wrong and he was
checking his escape route.

"I'm buying you a watch," I told him, with a grin.

"But you can't," he insisted. "It's too much money."

I gave a shrug. "You like it, so it doesn't matter how much it costs.
Look, if it makes you feel any better, think of it as a reward for all
the money you saved me by telling me about Emma."

"I don't want a reward. Not for that."

"Well think of it as a gift then."

"But..."

"Jez, I'm buying you the watch and that's the end of the matter."

Jez gave me a stubborn glare and he looked so sweet that I had to
struggle to stop myself from hugging him.

The assistant returned with the adjusted watch and I once more put it
on Jez's wrist to try it for size. It fit perfectly.

"He'll keep it on. Put the box in a bag for me," I told the girl,
handing her the balance of the money.

Jez continued to glare as we left the shop. However, as we walked
along, I noticed him admiring the watch on his wrist, a look of delight
on his face. He glanced up at me, catching me grinning at him.

"What's so funny?" he demanded.

"You are," I laughed. I briefly put my arm around his shoulders, giving
him a squeeze.

It was already well passed lunch time and we hadn't eaten since
breakfast, so I suggested we get something to eat, and Jez readily
agreed. We found a small cafe and bought some sandwiches and some
drinks.

As we ate, I noticed that Jez had gone very quiet.

"You OK?" I asked him.

He looked at me. "Were you really serious when you said I could stay
with you?"

"I told you I was. Jez, you've got nothing to worry about on that
score. You can stay with me for as long as you want; I like having you
around."

"But what happens when you get yourself another girlfriend? Suppose you
want her to move in? You won't want me there then; I'll be in the way."

I didn't know what to say. This was something I hadn't even considered.
Emma was hardly out of the door, and I was still smarting, so I had
given no thought at all to future relationships. Besides that, I was
having serious problems trying to sort out my feelings towards Jez.
"Maybe I won't get another girlfriend," I said, rather lamely.

"Yeah, right."

"Whatever happens, I'm not going to kick you out. I've got two
bedrooms, and if I do have a girl move in with me, she'll be sleeping
with me, so that will still leave one for you."

"I'll be in the way though."

"You won't. Jez, stop it." I was starting to get annoyed, though the
annoyance was more with myself than with Jez. He was right, I really
hadn't thought any of this through. I had been avoiding thinking about
the longer term, and I still didn't want to think about it. Everything
seemed far too mixed up and confused for me to look at anything beyond
the immediate future.

My tone had been harsher than I'd intended and Jez lapsed back into
silence. He sat staring at his plate, playing with his food. I wanted
to say sorry, but that seemed pretty pointless unless I could add some
sort of explanation, and at the moment I couldn't do that.

"Come on," I said getting to my feet. "I don't think either of us are
that hungry, and there are still some things that we need to get." I
waited for Jez to get up and then followed him out of the cafe.

As we stepped out into the street, Jez suddenly stopped dead, frozen in
his tracks, and I stumbled into him. As I stepped round him, I shot a
puzzled glance at his face and saw that it had completely drained of
colour and that he was staring across the street. I followed his gaze.
Janice and Emma were walking towards us. Janice had a bitter smile on
her face.

I glanced back at Jez. His eyes were still fixed on his mother and
sister and he had started to tremble. He was terrified. I deliberately
stepped in front of him, blocking his view and, putting my hands to
each side of his head, I forced him to look directly into my eyes.

"Jez, listen to me. They can't hurt you. I won't let them hurt you.
You're safe. You don't have to speak to them. You don't even have to
look at them. Just ignore them. I'll take care of it."

Jez gave a small nod and swallowed nervously. I gave him a smile that I
didn't feel and tenderly stroked his cheek, noting absently that this
was the second time today that I had made that intimate gesture. Then I
turned to face Janice and Emma.

"Well look who it is," Janice sneered.

"You want something, Janice?"

"Not from you," the woman replied. "Though I can't help wondering why
you're taking such an interest in a young boy; I'm sure a lot of people
would wonder the same thing."

"Let them wonder," I replied. "If they ask, I'll tell them. And I'll
also tell them that his mother is an evil bitch who used him as a punch
bag. Maybe the police would be interested in seeing the bruises he's
got all over him. You make any trouble, Janice, and I swear you'll come
off much worse than I will."

"Don't threaten me," she said. "It would be his word against mine."

"You want to try it and see who they would believe? I think the bruises
speak for themselves."

She started to look uncertain. "He didn't get anything he didn't
deserve."

"One of these days, you'll get what you deserve," I said, trying to
keep a grip on my building anger. "If you do anything else at all to
try to hurt Jez, I'll make you very sorry."

Janice must have picked up the sincerity in my voice, because she
stepped back a pace. "You're welcome to him," she muttered. "He'd
better keep away from my house; I don't want to see him there again. I
don't want anything else to do with him." Her voice was like ice.

Jez was behind me, so I couldn't see his reaction to this, but I could
imagine how he must feel. Hearing these words from his own mother must
have been every bit as painful as a kick in the ribs. I felt my anger
redouble and I clenched my fists at my sides. "You really are evil. I
don't know how you can live with yourself," I snarled. I looked from
Janice to Emma. "Like mother, like daughter; you two really do deserve
each other. Where's Dan, Emma? Has he seen through you already?"

"Fuck you, Liam."

"Funny, that's the only thing you were really good for." I met her
glowering stare for a long moment then started to turn away. "Oh,
Emma," I said, turning back to her with a cold smile on my face and my
voice dripping with sarcasm. "Happy birthday."

I did turn away then. Putting my arm around Jez's shoulders, I led him
away from the scene. Neither of us looked back.

Jez was obviously badly shaken and I decided the best thing to do was
head back to the car. Anything that we hadn't already bought would have
to wait for another day; I needed to get Jez home. The boy didn't speak
at all, and I kept my arm around him. I could feel the tension in his
body.

I put Jez into the passenger seat and, climbing into the driver's seat,
I turned to look at him. His face was pale and I could see that he was
on the verge of losing control. Automatically I reached out to him and
took him in my arms just as his body started to shake with great
wracking sobs. I held him while he cried, trying to give him what
comfort I could. Gradually the sobbing eased, though I still held him
against me, his head pressed against my chest. Gently I stroked his
hair. "Everything's going to be OK, Jez," I reassured him. On impulse,
I pushed his hair back and kissed him lightly on his forehead.
"Everything is going to be OK."

**********

Jez was very quiet. He hadn't spoken a word during the journey back to
my apartment, and since we'd got back he'd done nothing but sit in the
lounge and stare silently at the TV, a blank look in his eyes. Seeing
him like this made my stomach clench, and I silently cursed Janice and
Emma.

How could I ever have believed that I had  felt anything at all for Emma?
I knew I had never loved her; our relationship had been based more on
physical need than anything else. But now even thinking about her
caused me to feel real disgust. The thought of sex with her made my
skin crawl.

I made myself a coffee and poured Jez a glass of juice. Taking these
through to the lounge, I sat down on the sofa next to the miserable boy
and handed him the glass.

"Thanks," Jez said, softly.

"You OK?" I asked him.

He didn't reply immediately, but continued staring at the TV. Then he
slowly turned his head to look at me. "She said she didn't even want to
see me again. She must really hate me."

"Try not to think about it," I told him. Pretty lame, but I couldn't
think of what else to say.

"How can I not think about it? My mother hates me."

"Well I sure don't hate you," I said. I gave him a smile and put my arm
around him. "We can take care of each other; just the two of us. We
don't need anyone else."

That got me a smile. Jez looked at me. "I love you, Liam."

I was shaken. Not so much by the words but by the sincerity behind
them. There was no doubt at all in my mind that Jez did love me,
utterly and completely. "I... I love you too," I said, forcing the
words out quickly. I knew that I didn't sound convincing, but it was
the best I could manage. I still couldn't figure out how I really felt
about Jez. Yes, I did love him; that much was obvious even to me. There
was some kind of bond between myself and Jez. He was special and I felt
a need to take care of him and protect him. But what really frightened
me was that my feelings seemed to go deeper than that. My feelings for
him were bordering on the sexual, and that was somewhere I wasn't sure
I was ready to go.

"I'll tell you what," I said, breaking the sudden tension. "We both
need cheering up and we should celebrate you moving in here. How about
I do us a special meal?" I glanced at my watch. It was approaching 3.30
p.m. There was just time to catch the local supermarket, which I knew
closed at 4.00 p.m. on Sundays.

"Yeah, OK."

"Great. Come on. We need to get moving or the shop will be closed." I
took Jez's hand and dragged him to his feet and we grabbed our jackets
and headed out.

It was a bit of rush, but we managed to get everything we needed: A
couple of large steaks, some bits and pieces to go with them, a gooey,
creamy, desert type thing that must have contained a hundred-million
calories, and a nice bottle of red wine to wash it all down with. By
the time we got back, Jez's mood appeared to have improved
considerably. Our hectic dash around the shop had left him little time
to brood and he now seemed almost back to his normal self.

Having had first hand experience of Jez's complete lack of culinary
skills, I decided that his best role in the kitchen would be that of
observer. So I had him sit on one of the worktops, stuck a glass of
wine in his hand, and let him offer encouragement from the sidelines
while I prepared our dinner.

The meal turned out to be a complete success, both in terms of lifting
our spirits and filling our stomachs. The food and the wine had worked
like magic, causing us forget about the past and the future and to
enjoy the present. Even the clearing away, which should have been a
chore, was fun as Jez and I joked around, acting like a pair of naughty
schoolboys.

Having cleaned up the kitchen and returned to the lounge, I suggested
to Jez that he try on the new clothes. He'd already tried some of them
in the shops, prior to buying them, but I thought it would be nice to
see how some of the things went together.

"Sure, why not?" Jez agreed with a grin. He went into the hallway and
came back loaded down with bags. He then proceeded to treat me to an
impromptu fashion show, modelling a selection of shirts and tops and
trousers. This was a side of Jez that I hadn't seen before: the show-
off. Though I suspected that the peek into this aspect of his nature
was very much for my eyes only. What was particularly amusing was the
repeated partial strip that he made between each change of clothing. He
changed in front of me and would undress almost shyly, yet at the same
time with a teasing quality to his movements. The overall effect was
both sweet and slightly erotic.

"Just get on with it," I laughed as he made a show of slowly
unbuttoning the front of a shirt whilst staring me in the eye and
running his tongue around his lips.

Jez forced a pout which he managed to hold for several seconds before
he too dissolved into laughter. He removed the shirt and laid it
carefully aside, selecting a white and blue pullover style top to try
on next. He pushed in his arms and was pulling it down over his head
when he gave a sudden yelp of pain.

"What's the matter?" I asked, wondering if he had found a stray pin or
something.

"I've got it stuck."

"What do you mean, you've got it stuck?"

"It's caught on my earring." Jez had a single, small ring through the
lobe of his left ear.

"Oh, OK. Hang on." I got up to look. Leaning in close, I found that a
loose thread on the garment had become entangled with the earring.
"Don't move; I'll sort it."

"Oww!"

"Nearly got it. Yep, that's it." I pulled the top down over the boy's
head, his smiling face appearing through the neck-hole.

"Thanks."

"That's OK."

Neither of us moved.

I stared at Jez's face, just inches away from my own. I could feel my
heart pounding and my mouth had gone dry. Jez's smile disappeared and
he looked as scared as I felt. My gaze went to Jez's red, sweet-
looking, slightly-parted lips. I remembered being here before, and how
last time I had lurched back from the precipice at the last moment. I
now hovered there on the brink once again, afraid to go forwards, yet
at the same time afraid to pull back. Jez seemed to be begging me with
his eyes. His eyes were beautiful, deep pools filled with love and
trust. I fell forwards into those eyes, and our lips touched.

It was like a floodgate had been opened. Our lips pressed together
firmly, almost frantically. The pressure of the contact forced Jez to
take a step backwards, which brought him up against the wall. His arms
went around my neck, pulling us even more tightly together. My own
hands went to his torso, and to the top, still bunched up around his
upper chest. I fumbled lower, seeking out and finding bare skin, and
sliding my hands beneath the crumpled folds of the garment. Jez's chest
felt warm and silky smooth beneath my fingers, and I could feel his
heart pounding hard and fast. I leaned into him, pressing him back
against the wall, my mouth on his, my hands exploring his upper body
with a firm touch.

"Ughmff!" Jez gave a muffled gasp of pain and I immediately pulled
back. "It's OK," he gasped. "Just my ribs are still sore."

"Sorry," I told him.

He reached out to pull me to him again, but I pushed his hands away.

"I'm not sure this is such a good idea," I said, my mind spinning.

"What...?" Jez gave me an anguished, almost panicked look.

"I don't think..."

"Please."

I looked at the boy's face, awash with emotions. I knew instantly that
he wanted this more than he had ever wanted anything in his life
before. And I knew then, at that same moment, that I wanted it almost
as much as he did. "You sure?" I asked, knowing that the question was
completely unnecessary.

"Oh God, yeah."

I gave him a nervous smile and nodded my head. "Alright. But let's take
things a bit more slowly. I don't want to hurt you."

"You won't."

I gave him another smile and then kissed him briefly and lifted the top
back up over his head and dropped it to the floor. Jez's lips were once
again waiting for mine and our mouths pressed together, my tongue
dancing with his. My hands returned to his torso, this time unimpeded
by any clothing as I caressed the soft skin of his body. My fingers
found one of his nipples; a small protrusion against the otherwise
unbroken smoothness of his chest, and I played with it briefly,
pinching it between my fingertips and causing the boy to moan softly
and squirm deliciously. After a moment I broke off the kiss, my lips
working down over his chin and onto his neck where I lightly nibbled at
the skin. Jez's head went back and he gave a groan of pleasure. I moved
lower, my lips now nuzzling against the boy's chest, and, finding one
of his small nipples, I flicked my tongue across it and then nipped it
very gently between my teeth. Jez groaned. His hands were on my head,
his fingers tangled in my hair, and he pulled my face more firmly
against his slim chest, wordlessly demanding more attention. I released
his nipple and continued my downwards journey, over his ribs and his
flat stomach, licking his 'outie' belly button, then down over his
completely hairless lower stomach until I reached the belt of his
trousers. There, on my knees, I paused. My heart was thumping at what I
was about to do. I felt like a virgin; nervous, inexperienced, not
knowing what to expect yet at the same time trembling with tension and
barely suppressed excitement. I took hold of the boy's belt and, with
shaking hands, I managed to fumble it open. I unfastened the top of his
trousers and then stopped and raised my eyes questioningly. Jez looked
down at me and I saw my own fear and excitement mirrored in his eyes. I
watched his chest move as he took rapid, shallow, shuddering breaths.
Taking some deep breaths of my own to try to calm myself as I pulled
down the zip at the front of the boy's trousers and watched them spring
open to reveal the shorts beneath; the grey shorts I'd lent to him and
that I'd worn myself many times before. There was an obvious bulge as
the boy's cock pushed at the front of the shorts. Jez was at least
partially hard, and I suddenly realised that I too was in a similar
condition. I quickly reached out and, taking hold of the trousers and
shorts at the sides, I pulled them both down together, and as I did so,
Jez's cock sprang free, just inches from my face. Jez wasn't quite
fully hard, and his slim cock pointed almost straight out, drooping
slightly towards the foreskin covered end. Deliberately, not letting
myself think about what I was doing, I wrapped my fingers around the
shaft and gave it a squeeze. Jez responded with a soft whimper, and he
almost instantly became fully erect in my hand. This was the first time
in my life that I had touched a cock other than my own, and part of my
mind flinched away from the idea. My erection, however, responded with
a spasmodic throb.

In spite of its hardness, Jez's cock felt velvety warm to the touch and
the skin was soft. I released my grip and ran my fingers along the
organ, tracing them along the shaft to the point where it widened
towards the head. I slowly eased back the skin, watching, with a
strange fascination, as it peeled back from the swollen, purple glans.
Moving automatically, I dipped down towards the now exposed head and
very light brushed it with my lips in a fleeting kiss.

A shudder passed through Jez's body and he let out his breath in what
was almost a sob. I looked up and gave him a smile. He smiled nervously
back, and I recalled that he had claimed that he had never done
anything with anyone before; this was a first for both of us.

"Let's get these off you," I said, pushing the boy's trousers and
shorts all the way down to his ankles. Jez leaned on my shoulders while
he removed the last of his clothing; he wasn't wearing any socks.

Leaning back on my heels, I looked the sixteen-year-old up and down.
This wasn't the first time I had seen Jez naked, or even the first time
I'd seen him with a boner, but this was the first time that I'd studied
his body in a purely sexual way. Jez was thin, there was no escaping
that, and this gave his body a bony, even angular appearance, but there
was a sort of innocence in the way he held himself that was instantly
appealing. My gaze travelled up to his face and I saw the boy had been
watching me as I appraised his body. He looked down at me, self-
consciously, and he had a look in his eyes that told that me more
clearly than words ever could that he desperately wanted my approval.

"You're beautiful," I told him, and meant it.

Jez's face lit up, confirming the truth of my words, and he reddened in
a blush. He was indeed beautiful.

I got to my feet and leaned into him, my fingers taking hold of his
jutting cock, as my lips found his, and we kissed for a long minute.

"Maybe I should get undressed," I suggested, giving Jez a grin.

"OK," he replied, as if happy to go along with anything at all that I
suggested. It was obvious that Jez had already fallen into a passive
role and was quite happy for, even needed, me to take the lead. I
suppose this was to be expected, given his background and the fact that
I was older than him, though it did create a problem: I knew nothing at
all about having sex with another guy. In fact, before I'd met Jez, the
idea had never even crossed my mind. I did, of course, have plenty of
experience with girls, and I asked myself how different it could
possibly be. Sex was about pleasure. I knew what felt good for guys,
being one myself, so I had a good idea about how to make Jez feel good.
Besides, if Jez had no previous experience at all, he was hardly likely
to criticise. It occurred to me at that point that just as a few
moments ago Jez had been seeking my approval, it was equally as
important to me that I live up to Jez's expectations. The thought made
me smile.

"What's the matter?" Jez asked, noticing my expression.

"Nothing really, it's just that we're both acting like we're scared to
death of doing something wrong."

"I am scared," Jez admitted.

"Yeah. Me too."

Jez gave a self-conscious giggle. "We may as well do it wrong together
then."

"I guess so." I took a step back and lifted my shirt up over my head,
tossing it aside. I could feel Jez's eyes on me as I stripped, and as I
stepped out of my shorts, his gaze fell on my erect cock. I moved back
towards him, and his hand tentatively reached out, his fingertips
running along the underside of my hard shaft. It felt wonderful. "You
sure you haven't done that before?" I groaned.

"Only in my head."

I stood with my hands at my sides, enjoying both the sight and feeling
of Jez's fingers exploring my dick. "You've really had fantasies about
doing stuff with me?" My vanity made me ask the question.

Jez gave me an embarrassed grin. "Yeah," he admitted, his hand still on
my dick. "Almost since the time you first started going out with Emma;
I used to pretend that it was me you were picking up and not her."

"What sort of stuff did you imagine doing with me?" I knew I was being
mean asking this, but I couldn't resist.

"Just... stuff. You know what I mean."

"No, that's why I'm asking."

Colour rose in Jez's face and he could no longer look me in the eye.
"Sucking and stuff like that," he muttered.

"Me sucking you, or you sucking me?"

Jez squirmed. "Both. But mostly me sucking you."

I put took hold of the boy's chin and lifted it, forcing him to look me
in the eye. "You know what?" I told him. "You are so cute when you
blush." He tried to look away, but I held him firm and kissed him on
the lips. He immediately stopped fighting me and returned the kiss. I
put my arms around him and pulled him against me, and he released his
hold on my cock, his arms going around my back. Our erections rubbed
one against the other as our naked bodies pressed together.

After a moment, I moved from his lips and round to the side of his
head, nibbling lightly on his earlobe. "You want to go through to the
bedroom?" I whispered.

"OK."

I gave him a final quick kiss and then, taking his hand, I led him down
the short passage to my bedroom. He hesitated in the doorway, his eyes
flicking nervously between me and the bed. Then he gave a smile and
followed me inside.

As we reached the bed, he hesitated again, and this time there seemed
to be real fear in his eyes. I sat down on the edge of the bed and
pulled him down beside me.

"We don't have to do this," I said to him, gently, keeping hold of his
hand. "We can just sit and talk if you want. Or we can get dressed and
forget the whole thing." I held my breath, terrified that he was now
going to pull back. Even though the idea of what we were about to do
scared me, now that I had finally admitted my feelings to myself, I
wanted this boy so badly that it hurt.

Jez looked at me and he shook his head. "What if I'm not as good as
Emma?" he asked me, in a cracked voice.

"What?" I asked, incredulously, hardly able to believe that he was even
considering this.

"I've heard you tell people how incredible Emma is in bed. I'm not
going to be as good as her."

"Jesus, Jez. You think I'm going to be giving you marks out of ten or
something? I don't care how good you are, or how bad you are, or
anything like that. I just want us to be together."

"You mean that?"

"Of course I mean it. Come here." I put my arms around him, and as we
kissed we toppled over onto the bed. I broke the contact long enough to
shuffle onto the bed properly, pulling my number-one boy after me, and
then enfolded him in my arms again.

As we kissed, I let my hands explore his body, caressing his shoulders
and the smooth skin of his back, his gently curved arse cheeks, then
around over his hips to stroke across his balls and rigid cock. From
there I moved upwards across his flat stomach and onto his chest, still
far more boyish than man-like, my hands wanting to touch him everywhere
at once. Jez responded to even the slightest touch, his body squirming
and writhing, his breathing ragged and uneven, as though this were
something he had been waiting for all of his life. I rolled him onto
his back and broke our kiss. He looked at me, a little wild-eyed, but I
responded with a grin and very gently nipped his lower lip between my
teeth. When I released him, he smiled back at me, nervously.

"I love you, Jez," I told him, my voice just a whisper.

The boy's eyes sparkled and he swallowed visibly. Then he pushed
against my shoulders and I allowed him to turn the tables, putting me
onto my back, surprised that he had suddenly taken the initiative. I
was even more surprised when he lifted himself up and sat astride my
chest, looking down at me. He paused for a moment and then, with sort
of cheeky smile, his hands moved to my shoulders, his fingertips
lightly tracing backwards and forwards across my skin. Slowly, he
shuffled his body backwards, his concentration intense, as he continued
his constantly moving, feather-light touch on my torso. The effect was
incredible and it was now my turn to squirm. The contact was
maddeningly light yet at the same time amazingly erotic and I was
starting to feel as though my body was on fire. As he moved lower, he
reached behind himself, bending my erection back and then shuffling
down over the top of it so that it was nestled between his arse cheeks,
straining to stand upright yet being forced almost painfully downwards.
I felt him clench his cheeks and he wriggled his hips backwards and
forwards, forcing me to gasp with pleasure as he effectively wanked my
cock with his arse. When he then reached behind himself again and
fingered the swollen head of my erection, I was unable to hold back a
deep groan. And to think that Jez had been worried that he wouldn't be
a match for Emma. This boy was amazing.

I put out my hand and took hold of his hard cock and Jez gave me a
happy grin. While he continued to finger my restrained cock head, I
played with his erection, stroking and pulling on it.

Suddenly, Jez gave a gasp and his cock started to spasm beneath my
fingers. I immediately started to pump faster as cum erupted from the
head to splash down across my stomach and lower chest. There were four
good sized spurts, far more than I had expected, before it slowed to a
dribble, and it was an interesting experience for someone who has only
ever wanked himself before.

Jez looked at me sheepishly, his breathing heavy. "I'm sorry," he
panted. "I couldn't stop it."

"Don't worry," I told him, gently. "It looked like you needed that." I
looked down at the smears and splashes of sticky fluid that decorated
my midriff.

"Yeah, but... I should have been able to last longer than that."

"It doesn't mean we have to stop," I pointed out. "Unless you want to."
And I fervently hoped that he didn't want to; there was no way I could
roll over and go to sleep at this point.

"No, I don't want to stop," he said quickly. "I don't ever want to
stop," he added with a smile.

"That's my boy!" I gave his now slightly sagging cock another stroke,
feeling his sticky cum on my fingers.

Jez let me play with him for a moment and then, pushing my hand away,
he climbed off me, and crouched down at my side, taking my erection
firmly in his fist. His next move totally amazed me. He leaned forwards
and began to lap up his own cum from my stomach.

"Oh, Jesus!" I moaned, as his tongue darted into my belly button. I
watched, totally entranced, as he cleaned up every drop of cum from my
body, giving me a thorough tongue bath in the process. Even when there
was no cum left, his licking continued, moving lower now, nuzzling
through my pubes with his tongue and his nose, until I felt that
beautiful, agile tongue licking against the base of my erection. He
paused there for a moment and looked up at me, giving another of his
cheeky grins, then he once more mounted my chest, this time facing away
from me. He bent forwards, dropping his face towards my groin. This
presented me with a view of the boy that I hadn't seen before. Jez's
knees were spread wide, on either side of my chest, and as he had bent
forwards, this opened up his arse cheeks just inches in front of my
face. I found myself staring at his puckered hole, surrounded by a few
stray curly hairs. Beneath hung his balls and behind them I could just
see the tip of his now soft, sticky boy-cock dangling down. However,
before I chance to admire the view, my attention was completely
directed to the feelings coming from my groin, as Jez's tongue began
swirling around the swollen, exposed head of my hard penis.

"Oh fuck, Jez," I gasped. "That feels fantastic." My hands went to the
globes of the boy's arse cheeks, massaging the soft flesh in silent
encouragement for him to continue with what he was doing. At any moment
I kept expecting to experience the familiar sensation of my cock being
enveloped by a warm, willing mouth, but it didn't happen. Instead, the
licking continued, all the way around and across the head of my dick,
underneath the sensitive rim of my glans, then up and down the shaft.
It felt unbelievable.

As Jez continued his licking, my own fingers strayed into the crack of
the boy's arse. I knew from experience that being touched and fingered
around that area felt good, and I lightly stroked my fingertips over
his tightly closed hole. I was rewarded by a muffled groan and the boy
squirmed erotically. The groan was repeated as I pressed a little more
firmly, right on the hole itself, and Jez pushed his arse back towards
me, indicating that he wanted more. I wished I had some sort of
lubricant to hand, but there was nothing close by, and I was not about
to interrupt things to go looking for some; spit would have to do. I
briefly sucked on my fingertip, getting it good and wet and then
returned it to the boy's arse, working gently but firmly at that tight
entrance, pressing and releasing, frequently rewetting my finger.
Without pausing in his licking, Jez reached back with both of his hands
and grasped his arse cheeks, pulling them even further apart. On
impulse, I bent my head forwards and stretched out my tongue to that
exposed hole, poking directly at the entrance. A shudder passed through
Jez's body and he gave what sounded like a sob.

"You like that?" I asked.

"Don't stop," he begged.

I went at the task enthusiastically, alternately probing at the hole
with my tongue and my fingertips, encouraged along in my explorations
by the feeling of Jez's tongue which had now extended its range to take
in my balls as well as my cock. Gradually, Jez's entrance began to
relax and open up until I was able to get the entire tip of my finger
inside him. I'd push in, give a little twist and pull back out again
and with each twist, Jez would squirm and moan. Now that I could get my
finger inside, I moved my lips further down his arse crack towards his
balls, nipping lightly at that sensitive area with my teeth then
licking across the back of his ball-sac. A sudden moment of unease
passed through me that I was licking a boy's balls; strange how this
bothered me, when licking his arse hadn't. Maybe it something to do
with the fact that everyone has an arse, but only guys had balls.
However, the feeling disappeared as quickly as it had come. It was
Jez's arse, and Jez's balls, and Jez's dick, and I wanted him so badly
that I was literally aching for him. I continued to lick on his balls,
holding onto them with one hand whilst the index finger of my other
hand still probed into the boy's now loosened hole. After a few moments
I released Jez's balls and reached under for his dick, which was once
more starting to show signs of life. I bent it towards my mouth and
nibbled on the boy's foreskin, tasting the sweet stickiness of the
precum that was oozing from it. As I nibbled and sucked, I stroked the
velvety skin of his shaft, and as it fattened and lengthened to become
once more completely hard, I eased the foreskin back and took the
entire head of the boy's swollen dick into my mouth. It was a strange
sensation and my first experience of sucking cock. A short time ago I
would have been disgusted at even thought of doing this, but now, far
from feeling any disgust, it was making me feel even more aroused than
ever.

As if me taking Jez's cock into my mouth had been a signal, Jez stopped
his licking and I felt his warm lips touch the head of my dick and
slide slowly down, until he had engulfed the whole of the head and the
top part of the shaft. A soft moan forced its way out through my own
mouthful of cock. I was in heaven. And just as I thought things could
not get any better, I felt Jez's fingers exploring down behind my
balls, seeking out my itching arsehole.

I knew then that I couldn't hold back any longer. Jez's mouth around my
cock and Jez's fingers probing at my arse were enough to take me over
the edge. There wasn't even time to warn Jez what was happening before
my cock started to throb and I exploded directly into the boy's mouth.
Jez stiffened and pulled back, giving a choking cough, but, like a true
trooper, he went straight back down again, his lips sealing themselves
around my shaft, taking my cum into his mouth. Somehow he managed to
keep going, swallowing each spurt, not even fazed by my hips thrusting
upwards. It was if he were determined to suck out the last drop.

"Jez, you can stop. I'm done," I gasped, squirming as he continued to
suck even after I had nothing left to give.

Reluctantly, the boy did finally stop. He sat up and turned around so
that he was facing me, and he looked at me worriedly. "Did I do OK?" he
asked.

There were smears of cum on his face and a dribble of it running down
his chin, and his hair was matted with sweat. He was the sweetest thing
I'd ever seen, and I loved him like I had never loved anyone in my
life. "Yeah, you did OK," I told him, grinning.

His face lit up in his own grin. "That was pretty awesome," he said.

"It was that, and more besides," I agreed. "But hadn't we better do
something about that?" I nodded down in the direction of his still
jutting erection, which was pointing up towards my face from where he
was sitting astride my stomach. "You need to cum again?"

Jez looked down at his erection and then back to me and gave an
embarrassed giggle. "Maybe," he said.

I briefly ran my fingers along his shaft, watching it twitch and then
moved my hand down to fondle his balls. "Let me watch you jerk it," I
said.

"OK," he gave a shy smile, his shyness seeming out of place considering
what he had been doing a few moments ago.

"Shuffle up a bit higher though, so that I can reach you," I told him.

He did as I asked, moving up a few inches so that I could easily reach
him with my hands, then he wrapped his fingers around his cock and he
started to stroke himself.

I watched for a moment, enjoying the sight of him wanking in front of
me, then I reached out my hand and began to slowly stroke is chest. I
found I loved touching him, feeling his soft skin beneath my fingers;
it was something I couldn't get enough of.

It seemed just moments before Jez was breathing heavily and he was
making small thrusting movements. He gave a muffled groan and a spray
of sticky fluid flew from his cock. Not the long streamers like the
first time he had cum, this time it was more like droplets, most of
which splashed down onto my chest.

Jez gave an exhausted smile as he squeezed out the last drops and then
he looked sheepishly at the sticky mess on his fingers. His eyes
widening in surprise as I took hold of his hand and, pulling it to my
own mouth, I licked his fingers clean. Then, I pulled him down to me,
and I kissed him on the lips.

"I love you, Jez,"

Jez looked at me and there were tears in his eyes. He lay down beside
me, and I held him close.

Sometime later I decided that we'd better clean ourselves up a bit. We
took a quick shower together, and I made the most of the opportunity to
again get my hands on boy's body as I soaped him up and rinsed him
down. Jez seemed to revel in the attention, and obviously enjoyed the
contact every bit as much as I did; he even let me dry him afterwards.

Then I suggested that it was time for bed, since I had work the next
day, and he had school. He pulled a face, but then gave a nod of
agreement.

It turned out that Jez's school bag was safe in my hall closet; Jez had
it put there when he had come over straight from school on Friday, and
then, after our row, I had thrown him out without it. However, what to
wear for school was another problem, and something we hadn't considered
when we'd been out buying him clothes earlier. After a brief
discussion, we decided that I would telephone in to work and tell them
that I would be late and that would give us time to make a quick visit
to the shops to get him some school clothes. I would then drop him off
at school, and at the same time try to explain the situation to them
and see about officially changing his address. I didn't expect this to
be exactly straightforward, since I was sure they would want some sort
of confirmation from Jez's mother, but at least we could set things in
motion and we would have to deal with any difficulties as they arose.
One way or another, we would get it sorted.

"Right, now that we know what we're doing, we'd better get some sleep,"
I told the boy.

He looked at me, nervously. I recognised the look that meant he had
something on his mind.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"Can I sleep with you, in your bed?"

I put my arms around him and hugged him to me. "I was sort of assuming
that we would be sleeping together," I told him. "From now on we can do
everything together."

**********

I lay awake for a long time, listening to the soft breathing of Jez as
he slept beside me. I was so lucky. In the past couple of weeks, the
beautiful boy who lay naked in bed beside me had completely turned my
life around in ways that a short time ago I would not even have been
able to imagine. I turned my head to look at him, just able to make out
his face in the dim light, and I smiled happily to myself. Jez had
taught me so much. He'd taught me to pay attention to the things that
really matter, and he'd taught me what love really was. At one time I
had thought I'd loved Emma, but I now realised we'd been nothing more
but a convenience to each other. Emma had used me, but I had also used
her. I'd used Emma for sex, and that was the sum total of our
relationship. And that was something else that I'd been wrong about:
I'd thought that the sex with Emma had been good, and, in a way, it
had, but only in the physical sense. Sex with Jez went beyond the
physical. For the first time in my life I had had sex with someone I
cared about, and the difference had been amazing. I now knew that there
was far more to sex than simple physical pleasure; there was love. And
love was better than anything.

"I love you, Jez," I whispered.

**********

This brings another story to an close. Thanks to everyone who has taken
the time to read it. I very much hope that you have enjoyed it. If you
have, then please take a moment to send me a quick note and let me
know.

Gymnopedies

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