COMING OUT AND FINDING LOVE AT CHRISTMAS by Robbie, Colonel Calverley
The following story contains descriptions of a consenting relationship between male characters. If you find any such material to be morally or legally questionable in your area, please do not read any further. Additionally if you are under the legal age in your area, please leave.
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If you are looking for sex, sex, sex, you have come to the wrong place. This is what it says on the box -- a story, and IF a little sex occurs now and then, so much the better.
Having got that all over and done with, sit back, get comfortable (whatever that means??) and enjoy yourselves.
It was the Tuesday evening before Christmas when the doorbell rang, and when Dad came back into the living room after answering the door Stella was with him. Stella is a welfare officer responsible for placing youngsters into temporary foster homes when their own parents cannot look after them for some reason. I usually make myself scare when Stella visits as she doesn't like discussing her clients' problems in front of me, but as foster parents it is necessary for Mum and Dad to know.
We had a quick chat (Stella always treats me like an adult, and this is one of the things that I like about her along with the fact that she genuinely tries to look after her clients, and place them in the home that suits them most) and then I disappeared along to my bedroom, which is on the ground floor of our house, while the other two bedrooms are upstairs. In fact, Dad had my bedroom built on to what was originally a two-bedroomed house, and at the same time included an en-suite bathroom for me.
About forty minutes later I heard my parents and Stella in the hall saying their goodbyes, so I popped my head around the door and added my good wishes for Christmas. "I'll probably see you before that," Stella said, which led me to believe that we would soon have another new face in the house. As the front door closed Dad called me into the living room while Mum went and made us some hot drinks.
"Sit down, Adam," Dad said with a serious expression on his face.
"What's up, Dad?" I asked, "Is there something wrong?"
"Maybe, son," he said, "It looks as though we're going to have visitors for Christmas."
"Visitors plural?" I asked. "Are they brothers or sisters?"
"Hmmm, well this could be the problem Adam," Dad said, "Unfortunately its twins and they're one of each."
"Oh," I said, thinking the worst and soon to have it confirmed.
"I'm afraid it means you would have to share your room with the boy, and the girl could then have the spare room."
Dad knows how much I value my privacy, and I think he suspects that I'm gay although nothing has ever been said on either side. Just at that moment Mum came in with the tray of drinks. She took one look at the expression on my face, which reflected my feelings, and said, "I see Dad's told you about the twins." I nodded. "Did he also say that the final decision is yours, darling? Stella only approached us because she's absolutely desperate and can't find anybody else to take them."
"You don't have to decide straightaway," Dad said, "We have until Thursday to make up our minds and, as Mum said, the final decision has to be yours." Now this put me in a difficult position. If I said no, then the twins would probably have to be split up, one of them coming to us and the other going elsewhere.
"We've got twins like that at school," I said, "Greg Bradley is in my year, and I think his sister's name is Grace, but I don't have any lessons with her. They're incredibly close and I know it would really upset them if they had to be split up for any reason. They always spend the lunch hour together, and some of the other kids used to rib Greg something rotten, but he tries to stand up to them"
As I said this, I saw Mum and Dad glance at one another and Dad said, "So you see the position we're in. These kids really need to be together."
"Is this going to be long-term or just a short placement," I asked.
"Difficult to say at the moment," Mum said, "But it looks as though it could be for a fair while if what Stella told us is right. I'm sorry Adam, but for reasons we can't tell you we have to keep the details quiet at the moment because the kids don't know about it just yet. When you know all the facts you'll see why."
I sat and thought for a minute, and then I said, "Can you let me sleep on it, and I promise I'll let you know in the morning, but can you just tell me one thing?"
"If we're not breaking a confidence we will," Dad replied.
"How old are the twins?"
"They're fifteen, the same as you, Adam." Dad said.
"OK then, I'll let you know in the morning." I promised, "As I've got a lot of thinking to do I think I'll turn in early. Goodnight, Dad. Goodnight, Mum."
"Night Adam." Came their reply, "Sleep well, darling," Mum added, and then Dad said, "Whatever you decide Adam, it's fine with us."
"Thanks, Dad," I said giving him a hug, "See you in the morning."
Once in my bedroom I stripped off, threw my dirty clothes into the laundry bin and headed for the bathroom where I peed and showered, thinking about what it might be like to share my bedroom with another 15 year-old boy, especially if he was cute. My cock got hard as usual when I showered, so I took myself in hand and as I got closer and closer to the edge, Greg Bradley's face kept appearing in my head. All things considered he's pretty cute and has a neat enough body. I've seen him in the communal showers at school a few times and I have to say that I enjoyed the view. He wasn't what I would call a friend, in fact I have few friends -- well just one really and he's Jackie Maple. We've been best friends for as long as I can remember and we tell each other everything, and I mean EVERYTHING. He knows that I'm gay and he's fine with it. We've messed around together a few times, but he's absolutely straight and just at the moment he's worried sick because Melanie Sykes has missed her period and it seems that he's the only guy she's been with.
As Jackie's face disappeared from my mind and Greg appeared before me again, I blew my load all over the shower wall and sank to my knees from exhaustion. I haven't had an orgasm as intense as that for a long, long time.
Once I'd got my strength back I finished my shower and dried off hurriedly as it was turning pretty chilly. Then as I climbed naked between the sheets I wondered if I would have to have another bed in the room. I've slept in my Mum and Dad's old double bed for several years now since they got themselves a water bed. I supposed that there might be room to fit a single bed alongside my double, but it wouldn't leave much room to move around, especially if there were two of us sharing.
I drifted off to sleep, Little Adam in hand, dreaming of Greg Bradley lying next to me. I have to say that the idea appealed more and more to me but, of course, it wouldn't be Greg that I would have to share with. What if this boy was ugly ... or fat ... or had B.O. What if he had smelly feet or halitosis?
I woke up several times during the night, and each time I woke I came to a different decision. Consequently when my alarm clock went off at 7.30 I felt like shit, and even worse, I was totally undecided. But I had promised Mum and Dad an answer this morning and an answer I would have to give them. I sat on the loo for longer than usual trying to decide what to do, and then I dressed slowly, not wanting to leave my bedroom without first having made up my mind. I was tying my shoelaces when Mum shouted that breakfast was on the table, so I grabbed my schoolbag and as I opened my bedroom door I made my decision.
When I sat at the dining table I saw that it was my all-time favourite -- scrambled eggs on toast with crispy bacon on the side, to be followed by a strawberry yoghourt. "What do you want to drink Adam?" Mum called from the kitchen.
"Coffee, please Mum, nice and strong please, I didn't get too much sleep."
I was halfway through when Mum came into the dining room with my coffee, closely followed by Dad. Mum went back to the kitchen and brought their breakfasts through and they joined me at the table.
"Well, son, have you made your decision?" Dad asked, just as I got a huge mouthful of scrambled egg and bacon.
I nodded my reply and swallowed hard, "I'm willing to give it a go, but if it's not working out can we ask Stella to try to find another placement for them?"
Dad smiled at me and said, "Of course we can, Adam," I think you've made the right decision.
Mum got up from her breakfast and came around and hugged me. "You're a good boy, Adam, I thought you'd probably say yes, but the decision had to be yours."
"Well, when it comes down to it, it's going to be bad enough to be without their parents at Christmas. If they had to be separated from one another it would probably be the last straw," I said as I shoved a piece of toast into my mouth.
"If you're sure, I'll phone Stella after breakfast," Dad said. I nodded my assent and Dad grinned at me again.
"Does this mean I've got to have another bed in my room?" I asked
"How would you feel about that?" Mum asked.
"Well, I certainly don't want to give up my double," I said, "but if we put a single bed in there with it, there wouldn't be room to swing a cat."
"Well, Dad and I discussed it with Stella and it seems we have to offer foster children their own beds, so we thought we'd put the old zed-bed in your room. It won't take up as much room as a single bed, but it would comply with the regulations."
"Oh, come on, Mum, have you ever tried sleeping on the zed-bed? Remember when Gran and Granddad came in the summer at the same time as Auntie May, and I ended up sleeping on it in the dining room for two night? I hardly got a wink of sleep. It was like lying on a pile of wood."
"Well, we'll have to wait and see what happens. It may only be for a few days, after all."
"OK, Mum," I said, "we'll see if it works like that."
"You never know, darling, things may work out a lot better for you than you think," and she walked into the kitchen.
I picked up my schoolbag and was checking to make sure I had everything when I suddenly realised what she had said. Precisely what had she meant by that comment? Was it an innocent remark or did she mean what I though she might have meant? Without thinking anymore I walked into the kitchen and said, "Sorry Mum, but did I hear you right just then?"
"Oh, I'm sorry, darling; I didn't mean anything by it. It's just that you ... ... ... I mean that Dad and I wondered ... ... ... well, ... ... ... We just thought ... ..."
Mum was obviously having a hard time, and it was obvious from what she said that she and Dad had had their suspicions, and they were obviously not going to chuck me out because of it, so I walked over to Mum, put my arms around her and said simply, "The word you're looking for is gay, Mum, and yes, I am gay." Mum hugged me tight and suddenly I felt Dad's arms enfold me from behind. I hadn't realised that he had heard what I had said to Mum, but he obviously had, and this was his way of showing his support.
The next thing I heard I just couldn't believe. "Why don't you play hooky today and help Mum to set up the zed-bed and make some room in your cupboards for our visitor's belongings? I imagine they won't bring much stuff initially, but then if their stay is extended, they'll probably want to bring more of their gear. Then after you've sorted your room out, you can help Mum to make up the bed in the spare room and get that ready for the girl."
"Wow, Dad, I never thought I'd see the day when you actually told me to stay off school. The only time I tried it before, you found out and I couldn't sit down for a week!!"
Dad laughed and said, "Well, I'm so proud that you made the right decision about this, but seriously we'll have to sit down and talk about the other thing, but I think I speak for Mum as well when I say we're not going to get heavy about things, we just want to get a few things straight and then we can all three of us move on from there. I'll try to get home from work reasonably early and maybe we'll go out for dinner and discuss it then."
"Well, that means we'll be home fairly late, so I'd better stay off school, tomorrow as well," I said, tongue-in-cheek. Dad made as if to box my ears, but suddenly diverted his hands and gave me a playful slap on the butt.
"Don't take liberties, young man," he said, grinning.
I have GREAT parents!!!
I won't bore you with our preparations for the visitors, but I'll tell you a little about myself instead. My name is Adam Baker and I'm fifteen years old. I've got mousey hair (Jackie says it's chestnut brown, but I don't think so). I have grey eyes which look blue sometimes and I'm not a great sportsman (I'm far too lazy) except for swimming which I do whenever I can. Nevertheless I had=ve a pretty fit body and I like nothing better than displaying it in a skimpy pair of Speedos (I like the white ones best as they become semi-transparent when they're wet). I think I look pretty fit (Jackie says I'm a hunk, but only as a friend -- not in any sexual way -- unfortunately!). I'm about 5'5" tall, my complexion is pretty pale, but in the summer I tan fairly well and my hair gets blond streaks if I'm in the sun for long enough. I was the first in my class to get pubic hair at about 12½ and I have a pretty respectable cock, uncut as is the norm in the U.K. I take a size five shoe (UK size, and I include this information just for you foot fetishists, which I very definitely am NOT). You'll learn from this that I listen to what Jackie says, even though I sometimes disagree with him. Jackie is my rock, and in the past I have relied on him to keep me sane on more than one occasion. When I finally admitted to myself that I was gay it was Jackie who convinced me that life was still worth living and saw me though some of my darkest hours, holding me in his arms (sometimes all through the night) when I was utterly convinced that nobody would ever want to know me. He was the one who talked me out of committing suicide on the one occasion I seriously contemplated it, and it is to Jackie that I owe the confidence that I now have in myself to be the extrovert that I have become. So you'll see that Jackie is much, much more than just my best friend.
That evening Dad was as good as his word and asked me where I would like to eat. As I'm rather fond of Indian food I told him I'd like to go to The Spice Centre', which is one of our local restaurants. We were seated in a fairly secluded booth, and as we had walked to the restaurant and Dad wouldn't have to drive, he ordered a bottle of wine to go with the meal. Once our order had been taken Dad gave me the look that said, Let's cut to the chase', but what he actually said was, "Now then, young Adam, what's this all about?"
I felt myself blush beet red and said, "Well, um ... it's easy really ... I think I'm ... no, I know I'm ... um ... I'm gay."
Dad took a deep breath and said, "Well, it's nice to have our suspicions confirmed, Adam. You mother and I have wondered for some time about this."
"Why," I asked, "How did you know?"
"Well, nothing I can really put my finger on, son," he said, "but by now most boys have shown at least some interest in girls, even if it's just to make smutty remarks about big boobs and the like. But you tend to do just the opposite. When a pretty young girl comes on TV you get up and walk out of the room, but I couldn't help noticing that whenever Mum raved about a fit young bloke you sat there with a slight smile of agreement on your face."
"Gosh, was I really that obvious?" I asked.
"Only to us, darling," Mum said. "I don't think you need to worry about anybody else, except Jackie maybe."
"Jackie already knows. He's known for a long time and it's him who's kept me sane."
"Adam, you could have told us, son," Dad said, "You should have known that we'd understand."
"Maybe, Dad," I replied, "but from what I've read there are loads of kids, even younger than me, who have been chucked out of their homes because their parents found out that they were gay."
It was at this point that the waiter returned, (and he was pretty cute by the way) with our starters, and to set up the table ready for our main course. We had ordered lots of different dishes so we could all have a little of each. Once he'd gone again I thought I'd escaped the inquisition for a while, but Dad continued to question me between mouthfuls, "So Jackie knows about you. Is he gay too?" I almost spat out my pakora when I laughed.
"Jackie is as straight as they come, Dad. I'm not supposed to tell you this, but he's worried that his girlfriend might be pregnant."
"So have you ... er ... been with any other boys, Adam?" Mum asked.
"Sure Mum, I've been with hundreds of boys every day," I said, "the schools full of them." This drew a scowl from both of them.
"Adam that is NOT what your mother meant. Please don't be flippant about this, we're trying our best to help you here."
"I'm sorry Mum, Dad, it's just that I'm finding this all a bit embarrassing, not to say difficult, but in answer to your question I've never done anything with anybody sexually ... ... well, um, never mind." I stammered, remembering that Jackie and I had messed around a little.
"So what you're saying is that you've had a bit of fun with somebody but no actual sex, is that right?"
I nodded, using my mouthful of food to cover the fact that I didn't really want to answer. I was saved again briefly when the waiter returned with a trolley bearing our main courses. He really was a good-looking guy, probably in his early twenties, and he'd positioned himself in such a way that every time he leaned over to put dishes on he table, he brushed against me. By the time he'd finished I was rock hard and I was glad I had my napkin in my lap to hide the tent in my trousers.
"OK, Adam," Dad began again as we served ourselves from the dishes in the middle of the table, "this is a very difficult situation for your Mum and me because we've never actually been in this situation ourselves. If you were straight, and believe me there's still a possibility that you may turn out to be straight after all, I'd be telling you not to even think about sex until you were sixteen, and even then to make sure the girl was over sixteen too. I'd also be telling you that you should always wear a condom, not only to stop unwanted pregnancies, but also to prevent sexually transmitted diseases. As it is, of course, the question of pregnancy doesn't come into it and I guess the under sixteen rule is not so important either, although once you're over sixteen your partner's age must also be considered. What I will say is that wearing a condom is even more important in gay sex, especially if you're being promiscuous."
"Dad!!!" I said, "I haven't even had sex once yet and you've already got me fu ... shagging every guy in sight."
"Adam, there's no need for that," my Mum said sternly.
"Look! I said, can we PLEASE stop this now, or none of us are going to enjoy the meal. You KNOW how much I like Indian food. Anyway I've told you everything I know myself at the moment, so it's no use pumping me for more."
"OK, OK," Dad said, "Let's leave it for now and enjoy the meal like Adam said."
"No, Dad, we won't leave it for now, we'll leave it full stop."
"Alright, darling," Mum said. "Let's just change the subject and be done with it."
The rest of the meal was eaten almost in silence, but I enjoyed the food nonetheless. Dad only tried to raise the subject once more when he asked me if there was anyone that I fancied, but I just started reeling off a list of every boy I could think of until he got the point, and when I raised the question of staying off school the following day he seemed to completely forget about my being gay and began to lecture me about why I HAD to go to school.
Mission Accomplished!!
When I went to bed that night I couldn't help thinking about Greg again and praying that by some strange chance that it would be him who came to stay. Needless to say, copious tissues were used as a result of my thoughts about what might happen.
The next day at school I spotted Greg in first period (which was the dreaded double geography) and he look a bit glum. As we left the classroom I contrived to walk out behind him and I said, "Hi Greg, you look a bit down today."
Greg turned round and looked surprised that I had spoken to him, which was natural I suppose because I had hardly ever spoken to him before. "I'm OK Adam, but I don't see what it has to do with you," he said and walked off to his next class. I turned in the opposite direction and strolled along to my Trigonometry class.
The next time I saw him was as I went into the Lunch room, and he was sitting at a table on his own, away from his usual crowd. I grabbed a sandwich and yoghurt and sat opposite him. When he looked up he glowered at me and said accusingly, "You again Baker -- what are you after?"
"Nothing Greg, it's just that you look a bit unhappy and I just wondered if I could help."
"Why you? Why now?" he said. "You've never had much to do with me before, even when I tried to speak to you, so why are you bothering me now? Just leave me alone. I need to think."
"OK, OK," I said, "I'll just sit here and eat my lunch in silence then. Just ignore me."
"I will, don't you worry, I will." Greg said, and ignore me he did, but this didn't mean that I ignored him. I took the opportunity to take a close look at him and what I saw pleased Little Adam and he began to sit up and take notice. I'd always thought of Greg as `Mister Average', but taking a closer look I had to revise my previous ideas. His eyes were downcast and his eyelashes were the first thing that caught my eye. Any woman would have given her eye teeth to have them. They were long and flicked up at the ends. His cheeks and upper lip had a soft peachy fuzz on them, indicating that he might have quite a heavy beard in a year or two's time. His almost black hair was longer than the present fashion and looked soft and shiny. While I was looking him over he looked up quickly and said, "What are you looking at?"
"You," I replied simply.
"Why?"
"Because I've never really looked at you before." I said.
"But you see me every day." He pointed out.
"Oh sure, I've SEEN you before, but I've never really LOOKED AT you."
"You're weird, Baker," he said as he got up and left.
I stayed where I was until Little Adam got himself under control, but I could feel dampness in my briefs so I knew he'd been leaking. I just hoped that it didn't soak through to my pale grey trousers. I was in luck, it didn't.
Last period before home was Gym, but I had been unfortunate enough to get a verruca on my left foot, so I was excused until the New Year, when I had a hospital appointment to have it treated. It was therefore my dubious pleasure to sit in the locker room for the duration of the lesson (an hour) but it had the definite advantage of being able to sit there and take in the wonderful sight of forty boys stripping off and changing into shorts, and then afterwards stripping again for the communal showers. The activity was pretty hectic and my eyes were all over the place. Little Adam was getting very excited again, but as the lads slowly filtered their way upstairs the gym, across the locker room I spied a figure sitting hunched up in the far corner. On the assumption that any company would be better than no company I grabbed my school bag and wandered over to join him. As I got close up I could see that it was Greg. I seemed to be fated to be in his company today, but after his reaction at lunchtime, I wondered what reception I'd get.
I threw my bag on the floor and sat down across from him, but he didn't react at all. He just stayed slumped over. "Greg," I said softly. "Greg, it's Adam Baker," I said a little louder.
"Fuck off," he said with a catch in his voice.
"Greg, are you crying?" I asked.
"I told you, Baker, Fuck off and leave me alone." He replied.
"Come on, Greg, we're here for an hour so we might as well at least talk to one another."
"Get lost," Greg said; which I considered was a little better than `fuck off'.
"Come on, Greg," I said moving across to sit next to him, "A trouble shared is a trouble halved."
"And what makes you think that I'd want to share my troubles with you? Why are you following me around today?"
"I'm not following you around, Greg," I said, "its just coincidence that we keep bumping into one another."
"WELL BUMP OFF," he shouted, looking up. I could see that his eyes were red-rimmed, and by the looks of things he'd been crying for some time. Ignoring his comments I put my arm around his shoulder.
"Greg, I don't mean to be nosey but why don't you tell me why you've been crying?" I asked.
He looked at me for a moment and said, "Why would you care, Baker?"
"Because it looks as though you might need a friend, Greg, and friends usually call each other by their Christian names."
A small smile played around his lips, but he said, "You really don't want to know, Ba ... Adam."
"That's a step in the right direction," I replied, "and I really DO want to know," I told him.
He looked at me again for a good ten seconds before he said, "it's a long story, Adam."
"We have an hour to ourselves," I replied.
Greg took his handkerchief from his pocket, wiped his eyes and took a deep breath before he began. "After Mum died two years ago Dad found it very hard to keep everything together, and he came to rely pretty heavily on Grace and me to look after ourselves. You see, Mum had a well-paid job and on the strength of their earnings they had committed themselves to quite a lot of debt as far as mortgage and other things go, so he needed to work all the hours God sent to make up for what mum would have earned. Then about six months ago, after our holiday in France, things suddenly seemed to get a lot better. He'd arranged to buy a new car in France because they're much cheaper in mainland Europe, and the arrangement was that he could pick it up in October, then take it to the same company's English service centre and they would convert it to right-hand drive free of charge."
Greg paused for breath and I said, "Well, there doesn't seem anything to cry about so far."
"I'm coming to that now," he replied. "Everything went smoothly until then, and as we had half-term in October, Grace and I went with him again to France, and we collected the car. We drove it back to England and a week later Dad took it into the service centre over here to have it converted to right-hand drive. Grace and I were at school, but when we got home there was no sign of Dad." We made a meal for ourselves and then at about 11 o'clock that night Dad came home escorted by two policemen. They waited until he had found his passport and given it to them, and then they left. Dad sat us down, he was in tears, and he told us that while we were in France the first time he had been approached by somebody at the car dealership and asked to carry some packages back to England. There was a lot of money involved, so Dad asked what sort of packages they were. They told him that it was better if he didn't know. Being strapped for cash he agreed to do it and he was given a substantial advance on the fee, the balance to be paid on delivery of the car to the English service centre. When he delivered the car in England the police were waiting there and they arrested him. It seems that the packages in question contained heroin, fifty kilos of pure heroin were packed into the voids in the doors, street value after cutting twelve million UK pounds. And do you know how much Dad was supposed to get? Five thousand pounds. Five thousand measly pounds. They only released him on bail because of Grace and me, but they made sure they got his passport first so he couldn't skip the country. His trial starts tomorrow, and it looks as though he'll have to stay in custody throughout the trial and he'll probably go to prison afterwards. Grace and I have no other family, so it looks very much as though we'll have to go into care until we're of age, probably in a residential home."
"Shit, Greg that's awful," I said, "But why did he agree to do it?" I asked.
"For the money, of course. Dad's no drug dealer and although he suspected it probably was drugs, he thought it might just be hash. He actually convinced himself that it wasn't really a crime. Also he was promised more money if he was willing to do it again." Greg's tears started to flow again, so I pulled him into a hug and felt the dampness of his cheeks against my own. In spite of the seriousness of the situation, Little Adam rose to the occasion again, and I felt a little guilty about it, then I realised that Greg had stopped crying and had actually given a little laugh into my shoulder.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Just that under any other circumstances, I'd probably be enjoying ... ..." His face went red as he realised what he'd said and he pulled himself away from me. "Forget I said that, please, Adam." He said, the tears beginning again.
"I don't think I want to do that Greg," I said. Greg looked petrified as I leaned forward, so as I kissed his tears away I said, "I think (kiss) that we (kiss) have something (kiss) in common (kiss)'
Greg turned to look at me, his eyes wide open and asked, "Are you having me on, Adam?"
In reply I leaned forward again and kissed him gently on the lips. "Does that answer your question?" I asked in reply.
"I think it does," Greg replied as he leaned forward to kiss me.
Of course you'll realise that by now I was pretty certain that Greg would indeed be the boy who would be sharing my bedroom over Christmas, but I didn't want to say anything to him just in case it didn't happen.
I took Greg's hands in mine as I said, "Well, whatever happens, Greg, I'll be here for you and I promise you I won't say a word to anybody else about what you've told me. I think you and Grace are going to have enough trouble without me making it worse. Of course, it's bound to be in the newspapers but Bradley's not an uncommon surname so people might not associate it with you."
"Thanks, Adam, I know I've got Grace, and she'll be strong for me, but if we're put in a home it will be really tough, so a friend at school will be a real plus."
"Well," I said, "I have a feeling that things might work out better than you expect."
"What do you mean?" asked Greg, "how can things be better than I expect? Dad's pretty certain that he'll be going to prison. The only reason that they let him come home instead of staying in custody is because of Grace and me. There's nobody else to look after us."
I smiled at him and said, "I just have this feeling that things will turn out alright in the end. Now come on, let's go into the toilet and you can was your face." We went into the toilet and while Greg washed his face I went to the urinal for a pee. As my stream got going I glanced over towards Greg and he was looking in the mirror above the sink, not at himself, but sideways so he could see my cock. I immediately began to get hard and thought I'd play along with him so I began stroking myself, making no effort to hide from him. As Greg abandoned all pretence of washing his face, he turned and stared openly at what I was doing, his right hand went down and began adjusting himself. "You'd be more comfortable if you took it out," I said. Greg's head snapped up and a look of fear came across his face as he realised that I'd seen him watching me. I continued stroking myself, and by now I was at full mast and halfway to paradise. Greg glanced down, saw that I was still playing with myself and he slowly unzipped his fly. He had a bit of trouble getting his cock out because it was so stiff, but when it eventually appeared it was a beautiful sight to behold. Like me and most boys in the U.K. he was uncut, and as he stroked himself his foreskin pulled right back revealing his precum-covered glans.
"Shit, Baker, I've only ever done this on my own before. Can I ... um ... can I ..."
I took my hand off my cock, looked at the fascinated expression on his face and said, "Help yourself." As he reached over and took my cock in his hand, my cock spasmed and I thought I was going to shoot there and then.
"Wow, Adam, that feels so good, soft on the outside and hard in the middle."
"Same as yours I imagine," I said as I moved my hand over towards his cock and gently began to massage it.
"Oh, Adam, that feels amazing. No one's ever touched me there before." He took a deep breath and said, "Be careful, Adam, I'm pretty close."
"Me too," I said with a waver in my voice, "very close ... ... in fact ... ..." And that was as far as I got before I blasted my load over the toilet floor followed a few seconds later by Greg.
As we were getting our breath back Greg did something totally unexpected. He began to laugh. Not hysterically, but heartily nonetheless.
"What's so funny," I asked, smiling at Greg's hilarity.
"Oh, Adam, you are fantastic. Fifteen minutes ago I was as low as I have ever been in my life, then you came along and took me through a roller-coaster of emotions in just that short time, and here I am actually laughing. I just can't believe it."
I took him in my arms again and hugged him, our softening cocks touching between us when a voice behind me said, "Hey, get a room you two." We sprang apart and I turned around to see Jackie standing there. As we parted Jackie looked down at our cocks and then at our spent juices on the floor and then said, "Oh, you two are disgusting."
Greg began to cry again but Jackie went to him and put his arm around his shoulder. "Hey Greg, I'm only ribbing you. Adam is my best friend and I'm well aware of who he is and what he is, and he's STILL my best friend."
"Jackie," I said, "Greg's not only crying because of what you said. He's got a lot going on in his life at the moment, but you did say the wrong thing at the wrong time."
"I'm so sorry, Greg, I didn't mean to make things worse for you. If you and Adam are together, then I'm very pleased for you both." Jackie said.
"I think you're jumping the gun a bit, Jackie," I said, "We've only just fooled around together, a bit like you and me, but I think I'd like to get to know Greg better, a LOT better,"
"Really?" Greg said, a small smile returning to his face."
I took my handkerchief from my pocket and wiped his eyes. "Really." I said, and kissed him gently on the lips.
"Hey, you two lovebirds, I have to pee, that's what I came down for, so you'd better get out of my way."
I took Greg back out into the changing room and when we sat down together Greg said, "Did you really mean what you said, that you want to get to know me better?"
"Like I said to Jackie, I want to get to know you a LOT better, Greg." Greg leaned in and we kissed again, long and slow. We heard Jackie chuckle as he passed us on his way back to the gym, but we didn't even break our kiss, even for him.
We continued for the rest of the lesson just holding hands, occasionally kissing, and talking about anything and everything. Greg told me that he felt more positive about his future as he had my friendship. I told him in return that I wanted our relationship to be a lot more than friendship, and he certainly wasn't arguing with me. Eventually we heard the sound of forty pairs of bare feet hammering down the stairs from the gym, so we moved apart and sat there until we were dismissed. Then we walked slowly together to the school gates. Greg leaned against the wall and told me he usually waited there for Grace, and then they walked home together. I usually crossed the road and waited for the number thirty-eight bus which took me within twenty yards of my front door, but as the buses ran frequently, I decided to wait with Greg, although we couldn't even hold hands because we were in full view of our peers.
A few minutes later Grace arrived and hugged her twin brother before she asked why I was there with him. Greg explained that I had found him crying in the gym locker room and had comforted him. He told her that he had told me what was going on with their father and that I had promised not to say anything to anybody else, and that I had made him feel a lot better, but he obviously didn't tell her what we had done together. Grace's attitude softened towards me and she thanked me for caring for Greg, and even gave me a hug. I said goodbye to them and crossed the road to wait for my bus, watching them walk arm in arm down the road.
That night at dinner I told Mum and Dad about Greg and they admitted that it was indeed Greg and Grace who would be coming to stay with us, but they hadn't told me because Stella had asked them to keep it under wraps. I told them that Greg and I had become friends and that I had also spoken to Grace, but that I hadn't told them about the fostering. I explained that Grace was the stronger, more dominant of the twins and said that Greg had been in a terrible state until I'd managed to calm him down.
"And are you ... um ... good friends?" Mum asked.
I grinned and said in the same tone of voice that Mum had used, "Yes, Mum, we're good ... um ... friends, and I hope we're going to be very good ... um ... friends." And for some reason this seemed to make Mum blush.
The following morning I got to school early because I wanted to meet Greg before school started. He and Grace arrived around ten minutes later and his face lit up as he saw me. The twins came over to me and Greg grinned at me and said, "She knows, Adam."
"Who knows what?" I asked.
"Grace knows about us." He explained, exasperated, "and what's more, she approves." He added.
"I smiled shyly at Grace, who said, "Look, Adam, I've suspected that Greg is gay for some time. I've tried to set him up with a couple of my friends but no matter how they came on to him he just wouldn't bite."
"I didn't even realise that they were coming on to me," Greg explained, "am I stupid or what?" he said, grinning.
"You're not stupid, Greg." I said. "Gorgeous, handsome, sexy and wonderful, yes. Stupid, no." Greg blushed and Grace nodded in agreement.
"When we got home I asked Greg what had happened as he seemed to be much brighter than he had been when I last saw him, and he burst into tears. I thought he was upset, but it turned out that they were tears of joy. Adam, I can't pretend that I'm pleased that Greg is gay, but I'm pleased that you've found one another and care for one another, but I would say just one thing -- if you ever, EVER, EVER upset him or desert him, you'll have me to answer to, and believe me, you will NOT survive intact. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
I nodded meekly and put my arm around Greg's shoulder. "Please believe me, Grace, when I say that I have absolutely no intention in ever letting this boy go now that I've got him."
"Well, we're not sure what will be happening after today," Grace said. "Our placement officer, Stella, is meeting us from school today. We'll be going home to pack a bag each, and then she'll be taking us to eat and the on to a foster home. It seems that we're not going into a residential home. They've found a family who are willing to take us both, so at least we'll stay together, although you hear such horrific stories about foster parents. Most of them only do it for the money, and the kids can go to hell as far as they're concerned, or they treat them as unpaid servants."
"Well Grace, you never know your luck. I just hope that we'll be able to see one another whatever happens," knowing full well what would be happening, but honouring Stella's request that I keep schtum. Grace pulled me into a hug, and then we let go one side and brought Greg in with us for a three-way embrace.
Greg and I hardly saw one another during lessons that day, but I spent the lunch break with him and Grace. He asked if I could be with them when they met Stella after school, but I made an excuse about having to collect something from the music room, as I didn't want Stella to see us together in case the thought I'd spilled the beans. Greg wasn't very happy about that, but he cheered up when I said I'd meet him early the following morning. Little did he realise that we would meet again much sooner than that.
I watched out of the music room window until I saw them get into Stella's car, and then I went out and skipped across the toad to the bus stop. "You're in a good mood," Jackie said, "something to do with the new boyfriend?"
"You'll just have to wait and see," I replied just as the bus pulled up. We couldn't really discuss it further as the bus was crowded, but I said that all would be revealed the following day.
When I got home I went into the spare room to make sure that everything was ready for Grace. Mum had even put a small vase of flowers in there and the room smelled of their blossom.
When I went into my bedroom the zed-bed had been made up and I checked that everything else was ready for my boyfriend ... boyfriend? ... I liked the sound of that.
When Dad came home he said that he had liaised with Stella and that she would be taking the twins for a meal, and then bringing them round to us at about eight o'clock. It was only twenty to six, and the next two hours or so dragged by. Mum tried to cheer me up time and time again, but I just couldn't wait to see the look on the twins' faces, especially Greg's when I opened the door to them.
Eventually the time came and I saw Stella's car pull into the drive. I dashed into the hall and waited for her to ring the doorbell. The wait seemed interminable, and by the time it happened Mum and Dad were standing behind me. Finally the bell rang and I yanked open the door to see Stella standing there smiling, and on either side of her and half hiding behind her, the twins. "Adam?" the said together, incredulously.
"Welcome to my home ... our home," I said. Greg and Grace rushed forward and almost squeezed me to death between them.
"Hi, kids," my Dad said.
"Hello, twins," said Mum.
"Oh gosh, I'm sorry," said Greg, "hello sir, madam."
"Hello," Grace whispered, still half-hugging me.
"Well, I think we can forget the sir and madam," Dad said. "I'm Peter Baker and this is my wife Carrie. We'll work out what you're going to call us later. Obviously you already know Adam, so why don't you go into the kitchen with him and get something to drink and Carrie and I will go with Stella into the living room. We're not trying to shut you out, kids, but we've got paperwork to do, which you needn't be bothered with. Once that's done we'll all sit down together and work out a game plan. Is that OK with you?"
"Great," said Greg.
"Fine," said Grace, and they joined me in the kitchen. I got the Cokes out of the fridge and when I turned around Grace was looking daggers at me. "You knew about this, didn't you Adam?" I nodded my head anxiously. "Why the hell didn't you tell us?" Grace continued, angrily.
"Look, Grace, Stella asked Mum and Dad not to discuss details with me, but they had to tell me a little about it because Greg will have to share my room and they wanted to make sure that was OK with me. Of course, I didn't know then that it would be Greg or that Greg and I would be ... well ... boyfriends."
"Oh, WOW!!" shouted Greg with a huge beaming smile, "we get to share a room!!"
"Let me finish," I said. "Yes, Grace, I did guess that it was you and Greg who would be staying, but Mum and Dad asked me to keep it under wraps because that's the way Stella wanted things. When I promise to keep a secret, I am bound by that promise in just the same way that if I promise either one of you that I'll keep quiet about something, I'll honour that promise too. Does that answer your question? I was dying to tell you because I thought you'd both be thrilled, especially you, Greg."
Greg hugged me close, tears streaming down his cheeks and Grace stood there, thinking hard. I pulled back from Greg's embrace and began to mop up his salty tears with my kisses, and when I looked at Grace again, her expression had softened and she was almost smiling as she watched us. "You're right, of course, Adam. Just promise me one thing."
"Anything," I said, rashly.
"Please promise never take my brother away from me." As she said this, her own tears began to flow, so I gathered her into our embrace and said, "I promise you Grace, that will never happen." And I even kissed her tears away too.
"I see you three are getting along fine." Stella's voice came from behind me.
"We certainly are, Stella," I said, "Is everything settled?"
"Yes, Adam, everything's fine. All settled and Grace and Greg are now officially your foster brother and foster sister. Congratulations."
Much to Stella's surprise I turned to my right and kissed Stella on the cheek, then turned to my left and did the same to Greg. Stella's eyes opened wide, then she winked and said, "It looks as though things couldn't have worked out better. I'll be dropping by after Christmas to make sure everything is OK," she said to the twins. "Mr and Mrs Baker have my contact number, but here's my card for each of you if you need to contact me. I'm sure that won't be necessary as I'm sure you'll be made to feel at home, but rules are rules and you have to take my number. I'll see you all soon, kids, have a great Christmas."
After Stella had left I said to the twins, "I find it strange that Stella didn't mention your father's trial and the possible outcome."
"We talked with her about that over dinner," Grace said.
"It's almost certain that Dad will be going to prison, so we'll be here until a permanent place can be found for us until we reach our majority. Then we can do as we please."
"Well, if I have anything to do with it, you'll be able to stay here until then," I said. The twins were grinning at my reply as Mum and Dad walked into the kitchen.
"OK, kids," Dad said, "In a few minutes Carrie will show you to your room, Grace, and Adam will show you to yours, Greg. I'm afraid you'll have to share with him, smelly farts and all."
"Dad!!" I said, reddening.
"OK, twins," Mum said, "First off you have to know that you can treat this place just like your own home. If you want anything to eat or drink you can help yourself within reason. There are a few simple rules -- no booze, no drugs, no lying, no stealing, no rudeness and no running away. If you're going to be late home you have to let us know or we'll worry about you. Other than that, just be yourselves. Now, what would you like to call Peter and me? I realise that Mum and Dad are probably out of the question, you might like to use our first names or maybe something else. Give it some thought and let us know. Whatever you call us, you can forget the sir and madam' and the Mr and Mrs Baker'. This is your home for now. Get together with Adam and sort it out for yourselves."
"Excuse me, um ... ... Carrie sounds too informal, but maybe Aunt Carrie would do?" Mum nodded. "Aunt Carrie, you told us to help ourselves, so if I wanted some milk from the fridge I could just take it?"
"Of course, Grace, as long as you make sure you're not leaving us short, and as long as you put the used glass in the dishwasher. You are part of our family now, and our intention is to treat you exactly the same as we treat Adam. By the way, we all go to church on Sunday mornings. If you don't want to come we won't force you, but we would like you to be with us. We're Church of England, by the way."
"That's fine ... ... Aunt Carrie," Greg said with a grin at the unfamiliar form of address, "we used to go when Mum was alive and I really miss it, and I think Grace does too." Grace was nodding in agreement.
"So are we settled on Aunt and Uncle for the time being, then?"
"Yea, I suppose that will do for the time being," Grace said, "but maybe we'll rethink it when we all know one another a bit better."
"That seems like an excellent idea," Dad said. "Now, go and see you rooms."
Grace went upstairs with Mum and Greg made as if to follow them. "No Greg, we're this way." I said and led him through to my room. I threw open the door and said, "Welcome to my domain ... our domain," I said.
"Wow, this is fantastic," Greg said, "but I really need to pee. Where's the toilet?"
"Just though there," I said, pointing to the bathroom door.
"Wow, this is fantastic," Greg said as he opened the door. "Your own bathroom."
As he hadn't closed the door I went and stood in the doorway as he peed. "OUR own bathroom," I pointed out, and joined him at the toilet pan, our streams mingling as they hit the water, and both of us slowly getting harder.
"We'd better stop this for now," I said, "or Mum and Dad will wonder what we're doing. Go and get your suitcase and I'll show you where to put everything."
Going back into the bedroom Greg looked around and said, looking at the zed-bed, "I suppose that's for me?" he asked.
"Well, by law we have to offer you a bed to yourself, but you'll have noticed that my bed is big enough for two. It used to be Mum and Dad's bed, and I was conceived in it. I'd never, ever let them give it away, but that doesn't mean that I wouldn't share it.
Greg blushed and said, "I'll go and get my case."
When he came back into the room I showed him where to put everything, and once everything was away we went back to the sitting room just as Mum and Grace came downstairs.
"Everything OK, Greg?" Grace asked.
Sure, Grace. You?" Greg replied.
"Better than OK, Greg, I have a fantastic room, twice the size at my room at home, and I have a portable TV as well with a digibox, so I've got forty channels I can watch."
"OK kids, would you like some drinks and biscuits?" mum asked.
"Will you let me get them please, Aunt Carrie," Grace said. That way I can find my way around the kitchen."
Grace disappeared after we'd all told her what we wanted to drink. Greg and I sat down on the sofa and Mum and Dad took their usual armchairs. A few minutes later Grace came back with a tray with the drinks and a plate of biscuits. "Hey, Grace," I said, "I've never been able to find out where mum keeps the biscuits and you've cracked it straightaway. Where were they?"
Grace looked at me, then at Mum, then turned back to me and said, "You're not the only one who knows how to keep a secret, Adam Baker."
"Not Fair!" I said.
"Grace, I think we're going to get along very well indeed," Mum said, grinning at her, and then at me.
At around ten o'clock we were all beginning to yawn. "It's been a long, eventful day," said Dad, "and you three have school in the morning. Maybe you'd better get to bed."
"Ok, Uncle Peter," Grace said, "But there's just one thing. Greg and I are very close as I'm sure you'll appreciate. In the past if either of us wakes in the middle of the night, we've always been able to go to the other for comfort, especially since Mum died, and I think it might be even worse now that Dad's in trouble. I'd hate to think that we can't do that anymore, especially Greg. I can cope with most things, but Greg's always been ... well ... I don't want you to think he's a wimp, far from it, but I've always been stronger than him."
"Grace," Dad began, "this is your home for the time being. We want you to feel free to move about the house as you want, but just remember that Greg and Adam will be sharing, so make sure you're decent if you go into their room."
"Hey, Dad, do you think it would make any difference to me?" I asked, cheekily. Dad blushed and bit his lower lip, trying not to smile.
"I take it, then, that there are no secrets in this house?" Grace asked, referring to me being gay.
"Apparently not," Dad said, realising that Grace knew about me too.
"Off to bed, you three, before this gets any more embarrassing." Mum said.
I kissed mum and hugged Dad and to my surprise Greg followed suit, then Grace kissed them both. Greg and I each hugged Grace and made our way to our room.
"It's a pretty big shower cubicle," I said to Greg. "Do you want to go first, or shall we share?" I asked.
"Greg grinned at me and said, "Share, I think." Of course, we had a bit of fun brushing against one another as we showered, but nothing serious except for the odd grope until I grabbed Greg's half-hard cock and led him out of the shower and back into the bedroom where I grabbed a couple of towels. I gave one to Greg and our half-hard-ons became fully fledged masts. I climbed into bed naked as I always did. "Do you always sleep naked?" Greg asked.
"Always." I said.
"OK, I guess I will too. I've tried it once or twice but I get so hard and horny that I can't get to sleep until I jerk off."
"Don't you normally jerk off in bed?" I asked.
"Well, yes," Greg said as he climbed into the zed-bed, "but being naked makes me more horny than ever. Shit, Baker what is this contraption, a torture machine?"
I laughed, remembering when I slept on it. "I know it's not very comfortable."
"Adam, that's like saying that the Chief Rabbi is a little bit Jewish."
Ok, OK, boyfriend, get your pretty little arse in here with me before I think you've gone off me."
Two seconds later we were snuggled together, naked and hard. As I felt Greg's throbbing cock nestle perfectly into my arse crack I heard him whisper in my ear, "I think this is going to be the best Christmas of my life." I had little doubt that it would be mine too.
The End
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