A Touch of Heaven
This story is based on the life of one George Carr. (Name changed -- obviously) Please treat it with the respect a true story deserves. See the introduction to chapter 1 for the details.
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Rick.
A Touch of Heaven
Chapter 18
Between our birthdays and Christmas, our second Christmas together, we just carried on as normal. We saw each other whenever the opportunity arrived, and we had sex at every chance that came our way. We enjoyed the occasional sleepover at each other's homes and generally just enjoyed our life together. And yet I still was not sure that Scott loved me as he had never declared it in as many words. But then, neither had I. We just never seemed to talk along those lines. It did not matter if we were just having fun together, or if we were being intimate with each other we seemed to know exactly what the other wanted and did our best to provide it. As a result, although I was fairly certain that Scott loved me, I always had that little niggle of doubt. This played on my mind during those months leading up to Christmas and I was slowly becoming more and more convinced that I had to declare my love for Scott to Scott. But then when we got together and the opportunity presented itself I just could not bring myself to say it out loud because I had this fear that if I did and Scott did not feel the same way, I would lose him forever.
When Christmas came I wanted to give Scott the same present I had given him for his birthday, and spoke to him to start thinking of and looking for ways in which we could do it. I told him I wanted him to have me in any way he chose for as long as we could organise it. If he wanted to fuck me the whole time then that would be great. If he wanted me to give him a blow job or more than one or to jerk him off without having to even think about me, then that was what I wanted for him. Or of course he could have whatever combination he wanted. I also added if there was something new he wanted to try then I was willing to go along with it even though I did not know what it was yet. But Scott stopped me dead in my tracks by saying "no" because that was what he wanted to give me and I had been giving him that a lot and now it was my turn to receive. I was somewhat devastated because although I had a little bit of money and was going to buy him a small conventional Christmas present, I could not think of what else I could offer him. I told Scott this and he saw how it would hurt me for him to refuse my gift and so we eventually agreed to give ourselves to each other. We then set about planning how we could do this before he had to go on his annual holiday with his parents. Another period in my life that I was not looking forward to at all. I could still remember the last time he was on holiday and how it affected me and I could only see that happening all over again this time.
One of the problems with our gift giving was where we could do it as we still were not using the Scout hut and opportunities at each other's homes were few and far between and fraught with the risk of an early return by a parent. We had had enough near misses already and certainly did not want a near miss to ruin the giving of our gift. We thought of maybe going camping as Scott was sure he could borrow a tent from the scouts, but then we gave that idea up almost in its infancy because we knew our parents would never let us go and camp in the middle of nowhere and one of those commercial or youth camp sites would not offer sufficient privacy for what we wanted to do. So a lot of our time was spent wracking our brains trying to think of a solution to our problem. The solution came in the nick of time through one of Scott's parents friends. They were going to be away at a wedding for a weekend and as it was only going to be two nights, they did not want to put their dog and cat into the kennels and so asked the Whites if it would be ok if Scott could stay at their house and look after the animals from Friday night to Sunday afternoon. Scott's parents surprisingly gave their permission and asked if it would be ok if Scott had a friend with him just in case there was a problem then at least one of them might be able to make a phone call for help. On the strict understanding that there would be no more than one friend and no drinking, they agreed to it and then approached Scott to see if he was willing. It would mean that he would have to go home for meals and if I was willing to join him I could go with him to his house for meals as the friend's house was just a couple of roads away. Of course Scott immediately saw the benefits of this opportunity and agreed. When he phoned me I too did not hesitate in agreeing and all that was needed was my parent's agreement. Mrs. White telephoned my mother that evening and with the assurances that they would keep an eye on us and make sure we did not do anything bad (little did they know) my mum agreed.
And so it was that the second last Friday before Christmas we moved in with a small bag each and a list of what we were to feed each animal and when and where it was to be done. We had had our dinner before going there on the Friday evening and Scott's dad was going to run the friends to the local airport and then promised he would be back to check on us, just in case, on his way home. Of course this meant that we would have to wait a bit before we could get down to business, but what did that matter. We were going to do our own breakfast and lunch at the house and would only go home for the evening meal as we had told our parents that at sixteen years old we had better be able to do that much for ourselves. This meant that we would have all of Saturday and until just after lunch on Sunday to do our gift giving.
As soon as Scott's dad had left for the airport, Scott said, "Right, now we have got to plan just how we are going to do this. I propose that starting from the time that dad leaves again, I start giving myself to you and that lasts until we have to leave to go home for dinner tomorrow. And then when we get back after dinner, you give yourself to me and that lasts until we have to be ready for the Jackson's return. Which means that we will have to stop a bit before lunch as I am sure dad will be around on his way to the airport to collect them to make sure the house does not look like we have had a party in it."
"That sounds ok, except it seems that you have a lot more time giving than receiving and that's not really fair." I said.
"Well it is in a way because I have already been receiving more than you since our birthdays and so I have had some of my present already." Scott countered. "Anyway, it might be that we don't sleep as much tomorrow night as we do tonight."
"Ok. I tell you what we do. We go with stage one of the plan, but we stop a bit before we need to be ready to go home for dinner and give this place a good going over and tidy up. That way there will be less to have to do on Sunday and so we will not have to stop quite as early as we would have. That should help to even things out a bit." I offered.
Scott could see that he was not going to get a better deal and so agreed.
"So what am I to do as dad drives away?" Scott asked.
"I'm still thinking about what I really want and so can't tell you yet; but as soon as I've got an idea I will let you know." I told him.
"Well you don't have all night to think, you know. It only takes about half an hour to get to the airport and then there will be a few minutes for them to get out and say their goodbyes and half an hour back so I reckon we probably have only an hour left or maybe even less." Scott advised.
"That's ok. Now will you please shut the fuck up as I want to think?" I said, grinning at him so that he knew I was only joking with him.
"Yes Sir!" Scott said and made a zipping movement over his lips. He too was grinning enough to show that he had not been offended.
Of course as I started to think about what I wanted, my cock began to get hard and tented my shorts. We were both still going commando so the tent was quite noticeable and Scott did not miss it. I glanced in his direction and saw his eyes glued to my tent and then looking down I noticed he too was tented. I could tell that he wanted to say something, but was not prepared to break my train of thought and so kept quiet. I leant back a little and let my cock push out a bit more. This was too much for Scott and he leant across and grabbed it gently giving it a small squeeze, or rather a hug. I just smiled and left him to it for a bit. Then I put my hand down and stopped him. "We need to get soft again for when your dad gets here." I warned and Scott took his hand away; realising the truth in what I said.
"I'm only going to tell you what I want once your dad has left again." I told him before he could ask the question again as he probably realised that I had made my mind up at least on a bit.
"Ok, that's cool. Now how do you suppose we get these two tent poles down before my old man gets back?"
"We could watch some television." I suggested and Scott jumped up and walked over to the set to turn it on. As he walked his cock bobbed and I could make out the head rubbing against his shorts. Thanks goodness it was just a short walk and soon the tele was blaring out something that was totally uninteresting and we were sitting on either end of the three seater settee watching it and feeling our cocks deflate.
Scott got up and went through to the kitchen and came back bearing two glasses of plain water. He hadn't asked me if I wanted any, he just presumed that because he was thirsty I would be also and just brought one for me. I thanked him and was touched by his thoughtfulness, but I did not get long to dwell on that thought because his father arrived. Scott's dad was, to me, a bit of a fearful person, but that was only because I did not really know him and certainly did not know how he would react if he were to discover us in an intimate situation with each other. But he clearly was also kind because he walked in bearing a couple of bags of goodies for us. He would not let us look at them until he had left which of course kept our curiosity at a peak. What was more was he lingered around for a while giving us the same instructions we had already had from my parents and from Scott's mum. Eventually after about ten minutes of banter and frustrating instruction, he took his leave and wished us each goodnights shaking our hands and giving us a small hug across the shoulders. He walked out the door and we stayed there in the doorway watching as he got into his car and drove off.
"Finally!" Scott exclaimed. "Now what must I do?"
"Close the door and let's go into the lounge first." I told him.