Ozzie

Ozzie

by A.Horniman

"Hello you must be Quentin. My name's Nigel."

"Do I look like a fucking Quentin? Ozzie! That's what everyone calls me. Alright?"

"Um ... Sorry er ... Ozzie." I stammer. "Please... Come in, come in."

Quentin Osguthorpe was the final resident to arrive at The Elms. He arrived with a bulging army-surplus backpack, wearing camouflage trousers, a bomber jacket and black leather boots. His face handsome in a rather rugged sort of way. Definitely well-built. The outdoor type. And from his reaction to my attempts at a friendly welcome, somewhat touchy about his given name.

The house now had its full complement of residents. All with their own particular challenges. Colin had mobility problems due to cerebral palsy (what in former unenlightened times was called spastic) and had his room on the ground floor. Gavin and Shaun were both Down's syndrome lads with mild learning disability and shared a room on the first floor. And on the top floor, my room and across the corridor from me, Ozzie.

Essentially it was a halfway house for people who were not ready for full independent living but who didn't require institutional care.

My role wasn't exactly care-worker but rather to keep things going. To look after the house, make sure bills were paid. Deal with all the issues of welfare and benefits for the residents and to liaise with Social Services.

Ozzie was described as personality disordered. Well that can cover a multitude of sins now can't it. I can think of quite a few people who would fit that description and quite honestly many of my fellow social workers would.

I'd read Ozzie's notes in the office a couple of days before. In and out of institutions all his life poor blighter. Children's homes, broken foster care arrangements, then a breakdown of sorts in his early twenties (not surprising really) requiring a period of hospitalisation. His file was pretty much of a mess. Blah, blah, blah, schizoid tendencies. Blah, blah, blah, fantasist and congenital liar. Above average intelligence, hmmm. Blah, blah, blah, possibility of drug abuse but nothing proven. Currently stable and off medication.

His role in the house was odd-job and maintenance man while he was looking for part-time work. I could see my role with him as more of a befriending nature. Helping him with interview preparation and to get back into society. I reckoned from his reaction when I met him there were attitude problems probably masking issues of low self-esteem.

This impression is confirmed when I have reason to go into his room the following day to ask him about a leaking shower in the first floor bathroom. Ozzie is wearing a muscle shirt and sweat pants. And yes, as I suspected he has a very well-developed muscular build. And the walls are covered in pictures of body builders and wrestlers cut out of magazines.

"You're into body building I see." I say.

"Isn't that sort of obvious?" he replies. "So what can I do for you?"

I explain to him about the shower in Gavin and Shaun's room and as I'm speaking to him he has his hands down the front of his sweat pants. It's difficult not to drop my eyes to look. Such a fine masculine figure he cuts.

He catches me looking and smirks. Oh dear. I didn't seem to be hitting it off with him too well. So I change the subject.

"Oh Gavin and Shaun will be back around 5. I'll introduce you then."

"Fine." he replies flatly.

Gavin and Shaun get back from their day centre just after 5. Two chunky little guys with bright eyes and the perpetual happy grins that many Down's people have.

"Nigel!" says or rather shouts Gavin. "We're starving! What's for supper?"

"Stew."

"Yeah! Stew! they chorus.

"We like stew!" says Gavin.

"Is the shower fixed yet?" asks Shaun. "I'd like to have a shower before we eat."

Then Ozzie appears still in his muscle shirt and sweat pants.

"Oh Ozzie, this is Gavin and Shaun. Gavin wants to know if you've fixed their shower."

"All fixed." says Ozzie.

"Thank you Ozzie." says Shaun.

The lads can't take their eyes off Ozzie.

"You got lots of muscles." says Gavin.

"You like my muscles?" asks Ozzie preening himself

"Yeah!" they both reply.

Good, I thought. Ozzie would benefit from the lads looking up to him and admiring him. And the lads would benefit from having a strong older brother type figure around - a role I wasn't really cut out for, I suppose being more the caring type which is why I suppose I got into social work.

And Ozzie goes into a classic double biceps pose for them.

"Yeh! Ozzie!" cheers Shaun.

"Can I feel?" asks Gavin.

"OK lads." I interrupt "That's enough for now. Get yourselves ready for supper."

And Shaun goes into a copy of Ozzie's pose with a serious look on his face.

"Off you go." I say and they clatter up to their room.

"I hope you don't mind all that." I ask Ozzie. "Down's people can be very direct. They just say what they think and feel."

"That makes a change from so called normal people." Ozzie comments

"Yes, you're right. I suppose it does really. But they're no trouble. A bit boisterous and loud at times."

"Well, we've all got to let off steam sometimes." he responds.

And as he speaks his right hand is running over his muscular chest casually playing with his nipple. He catches me looking and smirks again.

"But they're quite right. You do have a good body." I say.

"Thanks." he replied laconically. "You can have a feel as well some time. If you like ..."

"No that isn't... I mean I didn't... I'm not..." I stammer.

"Don't worry Nigel." he says putting his hand on my shoulder. "I'm sure we'll get along just fine."

The next day Colin is back from a few days with his parents. Ozzie helps him with his bags and to get his state-of-the-art electric wheelchair up the ramp and through the front door. Then in the evening he plays pool with Gavin and Shaun on the miniature pool table we've set up in the communal area.

Then around 10 o'clock Ozzie knocks at my door.

"I'm expecting a phone call from Phil Collins tomorrow. Could you take a message for me if I'm out."

"Phil Collins?" I question.

"Yeh. I did some roadying for him on his last tour. He said I was the best and he was going to get in touch to talk about a gig that's coming up."

"Yes sure..." I reply.

Phil Collins? I wonder to myself and I remember what was written in Ozzie's notes: "fantasist, schizoid..." Oh dear... I suppose I should just humour him. Just treat it as normal. I mean I can't call him on this. I mean there's no mention of a violent disposition in his notes but I wouldn't want to have to deal with him angry given his strength.

The next day there's no phone call from Phil Collins and Ozzie never mentions anything.

Then Mrs Fitzgerald from the day centre pops round for one of her visits. She's a bit of a holy-roller. Massive clunky crucifix around her neck. She tells me that Gavin and Shaun are really progressing well and she compliments me on the house.

"Interesting arrangement." she says. "All boys together eh? And you manage to keep it so clean!"

I ignore her sarcasm. Obviously in her opinion men are inferior creatures, incapable of running a household. She picks my brains a bit about the other tenants. She knows nothing about computers and is rather nonplussed when I tell her about the way that Ozzie is helping Colin with his blog.

"Blog?" she asks.

"Oh, on the Internet. It's a bit technical for me too actually." I reply.

"So what else does he do, this Ozzie?" she asks.

"He's our odd-job man. Anything that needs fixing, he'll fix it."

"Oh I see. A bit of a jack-of-all-trades," she remarks snidely.

"Yes, you could say that," I reply, "but he seems to be remarkably good at most of them."

"Hmm. We could do with someone like that at the centre..."

"I'll mention it to him. He's looking for part-time work. Shall I give him your phone number?"

"Yes, you could do, if he's interested."

That evening. Ozzie and the lads are watching the wrestling on TV. I find it all totally mindless. Those great hulking muscle-bound brutes mauling each other. It's all so fake. But Shaun and Gavin are really into it and Colin is cheering along with them.

"C'mon Boogeyman! Stomp his face!"

Then when the programme is over, Shaun and Gavin want to do some wrestling holds and Ozzie is describing the Japanese Strangle Hold.

"C'mon Nigel, let me do it on you." says Ozzie.

"Er... no actually no." I decline.

"Do it on me!" says Gavin.

And Ozzie gets Gavin on his belly, pulling his arms crosswise across his neck, strangling him.

"Careful! You're hurting him." I caution.

"Don't be such a mother hen. He's alright." says Ozzie. "Try and push me off with your legs Gavin."

And Gavin is bucking and straining and trying to push Ozzie off without success.

"I submit!" shouts Gavin.

"OK now your turn to do it on me." says Ozzie.

And Gavin gets him into the same hold while Ozzie tries to push him off. But Shaun goes round and starts tickling Ozzie under his arms and down his sides and soon all three of them have collapsed on the floor in a giggling heap of bodies. Shaun and Gavin mercilessly tickling Ozzie, Gavin working on his feet and Shaun is tickling him between his legs. Good heavens! All three of them have erections!

"OK lads. That's enough now." I say, fearing that things are getting rather out of hand.

"Shower time!" says Gavin. "I'm all sweaty." and the three of them charge upstairs.

Ozzie has clearly settled in quite well. Gavin and Shaun idolise him. He's helping Colin out as well with his specially adapted computer. It only seems to be me that's having problems with him. Whenever he's talking to me he'll be rubbing his hands over himself, his chest, the muscles of his arms. Sometimes he'll even have his hand down the front of his sweat pants adjusting or rather playing with his genitals. Often I notice he isn't wearing any underwear and there's quite a sizeable member dangling there, quite visible through the baggy material.

He smirks when he catches me looking. He knows he's got me.

"So you like blokes then do you?" he asks me one day.

"How do you mean?" I reply defensively.

"Well you seem to like looking at me..."

"I'm not gay." I reply.

"I didn't say you were. But you like my muscles don't you."

"Well, er... yes. You certainly have a good body."

"Thanks. If you wanna have a feel, that's alright. I don't mind."

"Actually, I'm not ... I mean, I don't..."

"I let Gavin and Shaun," he goes on. "they love feeling me up, running their hands over my muscles."

"That's not..."

"It's alright Nigel. We're all over 18 here. No one's breaking any laws. No one's being made to do anything they don't want to."

"So long as that's understood." I state in my best professional voice.

"But it gets 'em really horny." he goes on. "They love wanking each other off."

"Shaun and Gavin?"

"Yeah. You didn't realise they're doing stuff together? Just because they're Down's doesn't mean they don't get sexual urges. Put two twenty year old males with raging hormones together and what do you expect?"

"You haven't..."

"Haven't what?" he asks.

"You haven't done anything with them?"

"Just wanking, that's all. That night after the wrestling we were all in the shower soaping each other up - 'mucking about' that's what they call it. We had a great circle jerk. You could join us next time if you like. It'd do you good. Gavin's got a lovely bum and really sensitive nipples and Shaun's got a massive cock and nice fat bollocks and he shoots loads."

"Stop it!" I shout at him.

"Or maybe you prefer me." he continues. "You can feel me up and give me a nice slow wank. It's hard for you now Nigel. Shall I get it out?"

And his erection is tenting out his sweatpants.

"Ozzie please..."

"Is that a yes Nigel?"

"I'm not gay, Ozzie."

"I never said you were..."

And he takes my hand and puts it on his chest. "Go on touch me. Feel my muscles."

And I run my hand over his body, his chest, his rock hard abdominals.

"You see. It's alright. OK?"

"Yes..." I reply.

"Shall I get my top off?" he asks me.

He strips off his top without waiting for my answer and he's standing bare chested in front of me.

"Squeeze my nipples." he says. "I like having 'em squeezed. Oh yes man. That's good. Now give me your other hand."

And he takes my hand and puts it between his legs. And I feel the hardness of his cock pulsing. It's the first time I've touched another man's penis.

"That's it. Oooh. You've got a nice touch. Now, let me get my sweatpants off."

And he's standing there in his boxer shorts.

"Go on, get your hand inside my shorts. Have a good feel. That's it man. Nice sweaty bollocks and a big stiff cock. All for you mate."

And he's playing with me, unzipping me, getting my dick out. And we're standing there holding each other's erections.

"How does that feel? Nice?"

But he doesn't wait for my reply. I can't look him in the eyes as we're masturbating each other. And his hand feels so good on my dick. And I follow him, getting faster till I feel his dick swell and he's panting and his dick spews cum across the room and he's still wanking me and I'm close, I'm so close and I let go and feel myself shooting.

"Nice eh?" he says. "You see I told you we'd get on just fine."

"I'm not gay Ozzie." I say.

"It's alright Nigel. That wasn't gay or anything. Just two blokes giving each other a bit of release, that's all. You're not going to turn into a hairdresser or anything."

And I laugh.

"Good." he says. "So how was your first lesson?"

"Lesson?"

"Just joking mate. But I can show you other stuff if you like ..."

"I'm not sure. This isn't really what I'm supposed to ..."

"That's alright. Take your time."

The next day. It's like nothing has happened. Ozzie comes breezing in.

"Oh I might have to go away for a couple of days. There's a bit of a problem with one of the space ships. They've asked me to give a hand with the hyperspace drive."

"Sure Ozzie." I say and he breezes out.

Space ship? Hyperspace drive? Now I've got to be careful here. I mean. I don't know. I don't know what to think. I mean I'm getting in rather out of my depth here. I'm not sure I know how to handle this stuff, this detachment from reality. And also I mean mutual masturbation with one of the residents. If this was to get out... But as Ozzie says, we're all over 18 here.

"All fixed." he says one day after breakfast when the other residents have been shipped off to their day centres.

"Great." I reply automatically. "Er... what's all fixed exactly?"

"I told you didn't I, the spaceship. They were well pleased."

"They?"

"The Pleiadeans. You must have heard of them surely."

"Well..." I stammer.

"They rescued me from the Greys. You've heard of the Greys haven't you? Roswell? Area 51? Anyway, they were the ones who abducted me. Had me teleported up to one of their ships. Doing these sexual experiments on me. Had me in one of their milking sheds."

"Milking sheds?" I was having difficulty following.

"Yes, you must know. Where they milk your sperm from you. Sounds like fun doesn't it but it's a bit much when they stick this vibrating thing up your arse and a sucking thing on your dick and you're being made to come 5 or more times a day. God knows what they do with it. Maybe drink it. Maybe do genetic experiments. I dunno. Anyway, the Pleiadeans rescued me the day before the Greys were going to do some operation on me. So I owe them right. I did a deal with them. Said whenever they had a problem with one of their ships they could call on me and I'd see what I could do."

"Right." I stammer.

"Had to get them to translate the bloody manual for me. It was written in this weird language called Babel-something and I'm crap at languages well apart from a bit of French from school, but "Une biŠre si'l vous plait." doesn't help much with hyperspace drives."

"No. I suppose it wouldn't."

"Also I've found this gym that gives free membership if you've got a letter from Social Services. Any chance you could sort it out for us?"

"No problem Ozzie. My pleasure, really." I say, pleased that the conversation had returned to earth.

"Oh and I think Gavin and Shaun could do with a bit more exercise as well." he continues. "I've been reading about Down's syndrome on the Internet and they have a tendency to poor muscle tone and heart problems in later life. A bit of training could do them the world of good."

"That's great Ozzie. You're sure you don't mind. I mean they can be a bit of a handful."

"Nothing I can't manage I reckon. So you can sort out the gym membership for us?"

"Consider it done."

"Great. And if you want to pop into my room later we can have another of our sessions if you like."

"I don't know Ozzie."

"You enjoyed it last time... Shot quite a nice load if I remember..."

Then mercifully the phone goes and I get up to answer it. It's for Ozzie.

"Oh Phil! Yes, right. Next month? Cool!"

I fight down the urge to ask if it was Phil Collins. It's not really my business. But maybe Ozzie isn't the Walter Mitty character his notes make him out to be.

"Ozzie?" I'm knocking at his door about 11 that night.

"Come in." he says and he's lying on his bed in his boxer shorts reading a wrestling magazine. He certainly has a good body - well developed chest, muscular arms and thighs.

"Er sorry..."

"It's alright. Is this a social call?" he asks almost too politely.

"Well, I wanted to, I er... forgot to mention that er... Mrs Fitzgerald from the centre where Shaun and Gavin go..."

"Oh yes, they've mentioned her. Go on."

"Well she might be looking for a handyman on a part time basis. And I thought you might be interested?"

"I might be..." he says running his hand over his chest and belly "Was that all you wanted?".

"Er... Yes. I just thought I'd tell you while I thought of it. Er... I'll say goodnight then." and I turn to leave.

"Nigel." he calls me and I turn round. "Don't I get a goodnight kiss?"

"I told you. I'm not gay."

"But you're curious aren't you. You like looking at me. You like touching me. So don't tell me you wouldn't like to 'muck about' some more eh?"

"It's late Ozzie."

"But it's not too late. There's still hope for you. How about I put on a little show for you eh?" and I watch with my mouth open as he rolls over onto his belly and starts humping the bed. His muscular back. His buttocks flexing and his thighs thrusting.

"Please Ozzie, no..."

Then he pulls his boxers down and wriggles his bum.

"Nice arse innit. Sexy eh? Hasn't had a cock up there for far too long. What do you reckon eh? But that would be a bit much for you as it's only your second lesson. Maybe I should work on Shaun some more. Have you seen his cock? It's fucking huge man. I'd love to get ..."

"No Ozzie, please, enough. Just stop it will you."

"You can always leave Nigel. There's nothing stopping you. But you can't leave can you."

And he turns over and he's looking at me, stroking his erection.

"Just a cuddle and a wank Nigel. That's all. Just ten minutes."

"I can't Ozzie. I can't."

"Just sit on the bed a moment. Now touch me. I ain't gonna bite you."

And I sit and he takes my hand and puts it on his chest. And my hand travels across his chest, rubbing his nipples.

"Yes, the nipples. Squeeze 'em. Go on. Yes. That's nice." And his penis kicks as I work on his tits.

And he's touching me, my chest, my arms.

"Let's get your shirt off shall we. There we are. Just two blokes touching each other. Feels nice doesn't it?"

"Yeah." I breathe.

"Now feel my legs, all nice and muscly. Nice hairy thighs. I like you touching me. Now my balls, yes, oh yes, just hold 'em, squeeze 'em gently. There's about four days of spunk backed up in there and you're going to help me with it. Let's get your trousers off eh? A bit more skin. Wow! That's a real man-size dick you got there Nigel. Can I?"

And his hand is round my cock before I can answer. Running his fingers up and down and stroking it in a corkscrew motion.

"Someone else's hand always feels better than your own doesn't it." he comments.

"Yeah." I reply, lost in the sensations.

"Come closer I want to show you something."

And I scoot up to him and he manoeuvres us till our crotches are pressed together and he takes both our cocks in his hand and starts rubbing them together. Pre-cum is starting to flow and his hand slides up and down our cocks. The feeling is electric.

"Lie down." he says and I lie down and he wraps one arm around me while his other hand is working our cocks.

"Feels good?"

"Yeah."

"Wanna come?" he asks.

"Yeah."

"You will but not just yet..." he says and he takes his hand away and wraps me tight in his arms and he's pushing and grinding his crotch against mine. Oh God, the feeling is so intense. And he reaches down and moves my cock till it's between his thighs and squeezes them together trapping me.

"Now fuck." he says and I start to move my hips, pushing my cock back and forth between his thighs. The sensations are amazing and he's pushing back against me and I feel his erection hot and hard against my belly and we're grinding and wriggling against each other till he clutches me to him and I feel him shooting his sperm between us and moments later I'm making a sticky mess between his thighs.

We're holding each other as we come down from our orgasms.

"Thanks." he says. "I needed that."

I start to get up.

"You OK?" he asks.

"I'm fine." I manage to say.

"I think you're completely blown away." he says.

"Yeah. Something like that. Goodnight Ozzie." I whisper as I stand up.

He reaches out and takes my hand for a moment and squeezes it. "Goodnight Nigel. Sleep well."

"Thanks. You too."

The following day I had a long boring afternoon of meetings at Social Services and I arrive back at the Elms around 6 and even before I open the door I can hear the sound of Elvis Presley's "All shook up" blaring out.

"Oh Hi Nigel." Ozzie says as I stand open mouthed watching the scene before me. Shaun and Gavin in Elvis wigs and shades, both holding wooden spoons as microphones, gyrating and miming to the record. Colin is grinning from ear to ear and bouncing up and down in his wheelchair.

Ozzie stops the record.

"OK guys, it's better. A lot better but it needs to be more sexy. Give it more crotch."

"What do you mean?" asks Gavin.

"I'll show you." Ozzie replies and he puts the track on again and he's up there miming and rocking and really giving it the old bump and grind.

"Like that. OK? Real sexy."

And Shaun and Gavin have another go.

"Yeah guys you got it." Ozzie shouts over the music, "Really good. A bit more practise and we're there."

"Can we do it again?" asks Shaun.

"Let's have a break then we'll have another go in a minute." says Ozzie.

"Nigel!" shouts Gavin. "We're rehearsing for a show!"

"Show?" I respond.

"Yeah!" says Gavin, still shouting although the music has now stopped, "We're doing a show at the centre!"

"Yeah!" says Shaun. "We're Elvis!"

"I suppose this was your idea..." I ask Ozzie.

Ozzie shakes his head. "Entirely their idea. I'm just giving a bit of artistic direction."

"Is that what you call it?" I say coolly, raising an eyebrow.

"Oh come off it Nigel. It's a bit of fun that's all."

"But what about Mrs Fitzgerald. Don't you think it's a bit er... raunchy for her?"

"Maybe." says Ozzie. "But everyone else will love it. Don't you think they're great! They really get into it. We're getting the flared rhinestone jumpsuits next week from a mate of mine."

"The girls will love you in those." I say to Gavin.

"I don't want the girls to love him." says Shaun putting his arm around Gavin. "He's mine."

"Right," I say after an embarrassed pause. "I'd better get started on supper then. Sausages OK?"

"Yeah. A nice fat juicy sausage would be perfect." says Ozzie.

"I was talking about supper." I respond wearily.

"So was I Nigel. So was I." Ozzie counters with a grin.

After the lads have gone to bed, Ozzie and I are alone in the TV room. We're watching late night TV and Ozzie as usual has got a hand down the front of his sweatpants. It's turning me on. Watching his sexy body. Remembering the last session we had when we got off rubbing against each other. My dick is starting to swell in my jeans. I feel the urge to reach down and adjust myself but I'm sure Ozzie will notice and take it as encouragement. I'm professional for god's sake. I can't get sexually involved with one of the residents. But damn it, I'm already involved.

"You're a good dancer." I say to him.

"Thanks. You liked all the bump and grind did you."

"So you must have had some training..."

"Well, actually I worked as a male stripper for a few months up north. Clubs mostly. A few private gigs."

"Quite a varied life you've had then."

"But it all got a bit out of hand one night at a private do. I turned up dressed as a policeman at this rugby club party to pretend to arrest this bloke as a wind-up. Then I was supposed to do a strip, you know as part of the entertainment. It turns out that they suspected that this bloke whose birthday it was was gay and being coy about it. So instead of getting a female stripper they ask for a bloke to turn him out and let him know they were OK with it. And I do the usual thing, strip down to a jockstrap and getting him to rub baby oil on me. And I had a raging hard-on at that point being surrounded by all those big muscly rugger buggers. And I get birthday boy's shirt off and I'm rubbing oil on his chest and belly and he's got a nice stiffy in his trousers. Then before I know it they have me over a table, lubing up my arse and birthday boy is working his fat cock into me and really giving me one with all his drunk and horny mates cheering him on. Then the rest of them want some as well so before long they're all dumping their loads in me, both ends. It was awesome. They were really generous as well at the end, gave me a really big tip."

Ozzie's talk is turning me on even more. But is he telling the truth? It doesn't matter I suppose. We're both hard and there's an intense sexvibe in the room.

"I would never have thought a big chap like you would ... er ... you know."

"Enjoy taking it up the arse? Is that what you were going to say."

"Er... yes."

"Can't get enough of it. After that night I went cock crazy for a while. Ended up getting busted in a public toilet with a young builder. That's when I told them all that stuff about voices telling me what to do. So they put me on a section and I found myself in the loony bin."

"Oh right. So that's what happened." I respond, not sure whether to believe him but deciding to go along with it for the moment.

"You've read my notes. So you know some of the story. But there's a lot that isn't in there."

"Like the space ship..." I offer.

"Right. If I'd told them that I'd still be banged up. Still it wasn't too bad in the nut house. I was getting plenty of sex there. There was this cute Italian kitchen porter with a nice fat salami on him! And he knew how to use it too..."

"Seems like you're all fired up and ready for action." Ozzie continued. "Ready for another workout are you? I bet that horse-cock of yours could do with a nice hot tight hole to play in..."

"That's not going to happen Ozzie. I'm sorry."

"Alright. Well let's just muck about a bit any way."

And he's on the floor in front of me, getting my cock out. And his mouth closes over the top and just swirls his tongue around the top.

"No Ozzie. Not here. Someone could walk in."

"Yeah, I know," he says and redoubles his efforts on my dick. God he's an expert. I've never had a blow job like it. Most women won't do it and of those that will most don't know what they're doing. And he's got his other hand between my legs working on my balls. Oh yes, Ozzie.

What's he doing now? He's dropped his sweat pants and he's moving up to sit facing me on my lap. He's going to sit on my cock.

"No Ozzie. A condom."

"I was tested clean in hospital and you haven't done anything for ages so I reckon we're OK."

And he aligns the tip of my cock with his moist hole and he lowers himself and the head pops in and I feel my dick slowly being engulfed in a delicious hot tight tunnel that's squeezing and sending waves of pleasure all over me. He's breathing and whimpering.

"Oh yes. That's good. Your dick feels so good Nigel. It's been ages since I've had one as big as yours."

And he just sits there totally impaled. And I feel the muscles of his arse massaging me from the inside. Incredible. And I reach down and feel his dick, it's hard as a rock.

Shaun's voice: "Are there any biscuits? Oh! What are you doing? Are you wrestling?"

Oh drat! We didn't hear him as he came down the stairs.

"Yes, Shaun, that's right. I'm teaching Nigel some moves." says Ozzie.

"Great! Can I watch?"

"No not this time Shaun. Just get your biscuits and go back to bed." I say.

"Oh OK. It looks like fun though. Can't I watch for a little bit."

"No Shaun. Goodnight." I say.

"Oh alright. Goodnight Ozzie. Goodnight Nigel."

"Goodnight Shaun."

And he pads back upstairs.

"Phew! That was close. Do you reckon he knew what was going on?" I say.

"Nah, I don't think so. C'mon you're losing your stiffy. Let's get you fired up again." And Ozzie is squeezing my dick with his arse. "Oh yeh. That's better. Alright Nigel?"

"God you're hot up there." I say.

And Ozzie starts riding my cock. And I look at the pleasure on his face. He's loving it. And he's wanking himself as I'm pushing up into him and soon there's a volley of cum between us as his arse clenches and I feel the orgasm rise within me and I can't, I don't want to control any more and I shoot my load up inside him.

"Wow! That was something. I needed that." says Ozzie. "Thanks mate. Next time we'll do it doggy style and you can fuck me as hard as you like then. I like it a bit rough."

"I think we need to clean up." I say and we head for the shower and we wash each other. And Ozzie's squelching his soapy fingers all around my dick and I'm getting hard again.

"I thought so." he says. "You're ready for round two aren't you."

And before I can say anything, he's bent over and with my hard-on against his hole and I just pop it in and slide it up into him and I'm straight into a fuck. God his arse is responsive. It's like he's totally there with me.

"Harder. Fuck me harder." he's saying and I'm giving him my best as the water cascades around us. At least we won't get disturbed in here. God! Who'd have thought a couple of weeks ago that we'd be... Oh his arse is so good, so good. Gotta make it last. Yeah. That's it. A nice steady pumping rhythm and he's pushing back against me. Feels so good. Wanna make it last. Wanna make it good for you Ozzie. Think of something to stop myself coming too quick. I know! The stations on the Central Line: Oxford Circus, Bond Street, Marble Arch, Lancaster Gate, Tight fucking hole squeezing my dick, Shepherds Bush, North Acton, Gonna fuck you good Ozzie. Gonna pump you full of my jizz. Oh God it's coming! I can't... I'm gonna, I'm gonna. Oh yes!

"Gonna shoot Ozzie!"

"Go for it man. Give me your load..."

And I drive my cock as deep as I can in him and he's panting and whimpering with pleasure, feeling me lose another load deep inside his body.

Coming down from the sex high. Shower dripping over us. I wash his arse again and we kiss.

"Good?" he asks.

"Yes. Good." I reply. "How about you?"

"Great! You're doing great man."

It's become obvious that Shaun and Gavin are now lovers. I won't say this is Ozzie's influence but he probably helped things along. The thought flashes up whether this is something I should report to Social Services? To hell with that, it's really none of anyone's business but theirs. They're both over 18 and consenting. The way they look at each other. The way they're always touching each other. That's OK in the house. We all know what's going on. But I have to make it clear to them that they have to be careful outside. So I go to their room for a chat.

"Nigel! Come in!" says Shaun.

Their room is tidy. A big picture of Elvis in all his glory on one wall and a wrestling picture on the other wall. I was thinking of a way to bring it up but Shaun does it for me.

"Can we have a bigger bed?" he asks me.

"I'm sure it can be arranged, but why?"

"These beds are too little and we like to sleep together and cuddle."

"And he keeps pushing me out." says Gavin.

"Hmm. I see. Well, how about we just move the beds together, then you can cuddle when you want and there'll be enough room."

"Thank you Nigel! That's brilliant!" says Shaun. "Can we move them now?"

"Sure, no problem." And we shove the beds against each other. "But there's another thing." I go on, "When you have sex, use a cloth to clean up afterwards, not the sheets."

"Sorry Nigel!" says Gavin. "It's Shaun! He comes so much and it gets all juicy and sticky!"

"It's not my fault!" says Shaun. "It's him! He's always playing with my willy, getting it all hard!"

"It's nobody's fault." I say. "I'm just explaining. Just when you've finished you just use a cloth to wipe up."

"You hear that Shaun?" says Gavin. "Next time you rub your big fat willy against my bumbum and shoot all that sticky stuff, you get a cloth and wipe it up!"

"Or." I suggest. "He could lick it up!"

"What? Lick up my own come?" says Shaun.

"Why not?" I say "It doesn't taste bad and it's fun."

"Do you taste yours?" asks Gavin.

"Sometimes." I reply.

"And do you taste Ozzie's?" asks Shaun.

"That's private." I reply.

"Is Ozzie your boyfriend?" he continues.

"I like him but we're not like you and Shaun."

"Gavin's my boyfriend!" says Shaun proudly.

"Here that's OK. But outside you've got to be careful what you do and who you tell." I say.

"Why?" says Gavin.

"Some people won't understand." I say.

"What do you mean?" says Gavin.

"OK. Some things are private. I mean you can't kiss and cuddle when you're outside."

"But boys and girls do!" says Shaun after a moment's thought.

"But it upsets some people when two boys do it."

"Oh!" says Shaun.

"Mrs Fitzgerald for example. I don't think she would like it."

"Oh!" they say.

"She could make big problems and she probably would. But here in your room you can do what you like." I continue.

"OK. How about downstairs?" asks Gavin.

"When it's just me and Ozzie, no problem. But no kissing and cuddling when there are visitors. Is that clear?" Oh God. I hated doing this. But I could just imagine Mrs Fitzgerald's reaction to a canoodling Gavin and Shaun.

"What about when Colin's there?" asks Gavin.

"I'm not sure there." I say.

"But I think Colin likes boys too." says Shaun. "You should have a look on his computer, he's got all these sexy pictures of men." This was news to me. Was this Ozzie's influence as well?

The next day Shaun and Gavin are back from the gym but there's no Ozzie. So I ask them where he is.

"He said see you later." says Gavin.

Then about seven there's a phone call from Ozzie from a phone box.

"Is it still out there?" he asks me.

"Is what still out where?" I reply.

"A black Volkswagen minibus. Can you check and see if it's still parked outside."

"Why Ozzie?"

"Just check for me OK? Please Nigel."

And I pop to the window.

"No there's no black Volkswagen minibus."

"You're sure?"

"Yes. Absolutely. What's this about Ozzie?"

"I can't say now. I'll be back in a bit. I'll use the back door."

Half an hour later he's back with his hood up and his sunglasses on.

"They know where I am now." he says. "Shit! I thought I'd given them the slip." He takes off his sunglasses. His eyes have a haunted look.

"Who, for God's sake Ozzie?

"I didn't want to get you involved in all this Nigel." This is the first time I've seen him so emotional. "I mean you're doing your job," he goes on, "And there's Shaun and Gavin and Colin and I didn't think ... I'm sorry Nigel. I'm really sorry."

"What on earth for?" I ask.

"Putting you all at risk because of me!"

"What risk Ozzie?"

"The Men in Black. I didn't want to ... Oh Jesus."

And he's pacing the room muttering to himself.

"I'll have to leave. Go back to hospital as a voluntary patient. It's no good. It doesn't work. I didn't want to bring this on you. Oh God I'm sorry. I'm sorry."

"Ozzie, wait up. Let me check. I can find out who owns the van. I'm sure it's OK."

"I can't take that risk Nigel. And I can't put you at risk either. I'd never forgive myself if ... Look ..."

"But what about Shaun and Gavin." I tell him. "You've really helped them. They're really looking forward to the Elvis thing. You can't disappoint them. And the gym. They're a lot healthier since you started taking them to work out. And you've shown Colin so much on his computer. And me Ozzie. We've... You can't just.... There's got to be something we can do."

"I don't know Nigel. I didn't want this to happen."

He's silent for a moment. I can't tell him it's all in his mind. It's his reality and he has to deal with it. But I need to get him some medication to calm him down. Of course! The phenobarbital that Colin has to control his epilepsy. It's a tranquilliser. Maybe tomorrow he'll feel differently.

"I've got something that'll help." I say and go to the medicine cupboard.

"What's that?" says Ozzie.

"Barbiturates. Help you sleep. See how you feel in the morning."

"Alright. I don't really like taking drugs but I could do with a good night's sleep. I've been freaking out man."

"It's alright Ozzie." I say and put a hand on his shoulder.

"And Nigel. Thanks. I know it's your job but you really care don't you?"

"You're a special guy, Ozzie. The way you've helped all the other residents. They all think you're great."

"And Nigel can we... Could you stay with me tonight... It would help. At least till the barbs kick in."

Ozzie takes the sleeping pill. We go up to his room and he's getting ready for bed. He pulls me to him and holds me. There's a desperation in him.

"Get naked with me Nigel."

And I'm in his embrace and he's kissing me, softly, gently, working his tongue inside my mouth till I'm responding. We're both hard. Hands on each other's dicks. Snogging like two teenagers.

"It'll be OK, Ozzie. Don't worry." I say to him.

He's shaking and moaning as I wank him. And with my other hand I play with his drawn up balls and run a finger round his pucker. He's moist. I ease my finger inside him and feel the muscle clamp around it. I want to taste him. I've never tasted another man's cock. But now I want to taste Ozzie's. I put my mouth over the top of his cock and close my lips around it, working my tongue while I play my finger around inside him. He's getting close, body starts to tense, he shudders and my mouth is rewarded with the flood of his ejaculation. He's panting, breath returning to normal, body relaxing, going limp. The sleeping pill must be starting to work. I cover his naked body with the bedclothes and watch him for a moment before returning to my room.

"Goodnight Ozzie." I say to his unconscious form.

The next morning at breakfast. The lads are off to their day centre. They ask where Ozzie is but I tell them he's not feeling too good this morning.

Then as I'm loading the dishwasher the door bell rings. I answer it. Two men in black suits wearing sunglasses.

"Does a Quentin Osguthorpe live here?" one of them asks in dry almost robotic voice.

"No, I think you've got the wrong address. There's no one here of that name."

There's a pause. He looks at me blankly. Then continues, "We were told he lives here. We'd like a word with him"

"Well you've been misinformed. There's nobody here of that name." I repeat.

He stares at me stupidly.

"We know he lives here. Is he in? Are you a friend of his?"

"Look. I've told you. There's nobody here of that name." And I start to close the door.

"OK. Thank you," he says in the same dry monotonous voice. And they leave.

I go upstairs and look out of the window. A black Volkswagen minibus pulling away!!! Shit! It's true! No, it can't be. All that stuff, it's just fantasy for the conspiracy theorists. The sort of thing they make movies about. Oh dear. I really don't know what to think.

I go up to Ozzie's room. He's still asleep. The sheet is barely covering him. His boyish face with the morning stubble on it. The beauty of his muscles. The masculine strength of him. I can see the outline of his erection. He looks so sexy lying there like that.

He starts to twitch, first his arm, then his whole body and his eyes open.

"Morning, Ozzie."

"They were here weren't they," he says.

"Yes."

"How many?" he asks.

"Two."

"Black suits, shades."

"Yes."

"Car?"

"Black Volkswagen minibus."

"Cheap bastards, they must have had their budget cut. Did you get the number?"

"No, sorry. I forgot."

"No worries. They're usually untraceable anyway."

I nod.

"Nigel."

"Yes. Ozzie."

"Those barbs you gave me have got me really horny!"

"Yeah?"

And he pulls back the sheet to show me his morning wood. "I reckon a good fuck'll help."

And he leans over, unzips my jeans, his hand inside my shorts and gets my dick out and he's licking the top then closes his lips around it and takes it into him. I put my hand to his head and gently ruffle his soft blond hair. God this guy can get me so turned on. His hot mouth playing up and down the full length of my dick, his tongue teasing the crown and the piss-slit, his hand playing with my balls.

"Oh, Ozzie, Ozzie." I say.

He pauses and pulls off. Then he's on his back with his legs pulled up. I line up my cock with his pucker and slide into the heat of his body. His head drops back and a deep animal-like moan comes from him.

"Oh fuck me man. Just fuck me."

And I do that. Ramming him till he's gibbering and squealing. Giving him short periods of rabbit fucking, then long dicking him. He pulls me to him into a kiss then I'm back on the job, squeezing his nipples. Feeling my orgasm rising within me. He's wanking himself then I feel his whole body give spasm after spasm as his arsehole clenches around my dick.

"Come with me man." he says. And we're together. We're one as our orgasms hit at the same time.

My dick slides out of him and we're in each other's arms, caressing each other. He's licking my face, we're sucking tongues.

After a few moments: "Shit, that was good, man!" he says.

"It was great Ozzie." I reply.

Later after a long shower together, we're downstairs over a cup of tea.

"So those guys with the black suits and sunglasses..." I start.

"You did well man. You headed them off. I owe you one."

And he leans forward and kisses me.

"Do you think they'll be back?" I ask.

"I don't know." he says. "They give me the willies. They're like robots in human skin."

"Worse than Social Workers?" I offer.

"Much worse!" he says and laughs. "But I don't think they'll bother us again now."

"Who are they?" I ask. "Are they CIA or something?"

"Fucked if I know." he says. "All I know is they go for people who've seen UFO's or who've had contact with, you know, aliens and that. They try to intimidate them. But you weren't fazed. You saw them off. I doubt they'll be back now."

"So you don't have to leave."

"Not unless you want me to." he says. "Not unless you think it's too risky having me here."

"Nothing we can't handle." I say.

"We?" he questions.

"That's right."

"Nigel. You've read my notes," he says. "You know what they say about me."

"Come here Ozzie." I say to him and take him in my arms. We just hold each other for a moment, his body relaxes and a big sigh comes out of him.

[Transcript of Social Services meeting]

Charlie (Chairing the meeting): Right, Nigel can we have your report on The Elms please.

Nigel: Thanks. OK. The house seems to be doing really well. Gavin and Shaun are a lot more confident. Colin is amazing us all with the websites and blogs he's been working on. And Ozzie has blossomed, no longer so aggressive and touchy, like he's fitting in at last.

Charlie: Great. And Mrs Fitzgerald, you say that Ozzie has been working part time at Denbigh Street.

Mrs F: That's right. Yes.

Charlie: And how has he been getting on?

Mrs F: Well, he's been fine actually. He seems to handle all the odd jobs and he gets on well with the members.

Charlie: You mentioned there was a bit of a problem at the party.

Mrs F: Well I don't like to speak about it really.

Nigel: Is that when Shaun and Gavin did their Elvis act?

Mrs F: That's right.

Nigel: I heard it went down really well.

Mrs F: Well it wasn't my sort of thing at all actually. I found it rather lewd.

Charlie: But it's supposed to be a bit raunchy isn't it. I mean Elvis the Pelvis? That's what they call him isn't it?

Mrs F: But they're Down's syndrome! They shouldn't be doing that sort of thing!

Nigel: They are men with Down's syndrome and they are adults.

Mrs F: Adults with learning difficulties and one thing we try to do is teach them to behave properly in public.

Charlie: Let me get this clear Mrs Fitzgerald. Did anyone complain to you?

Mrs F: Er... No, not exactly.

Amina (senior assistant at Denbigh Street Day Centre) : I was there actually. It was a real laugh. They looked really cool with their wigs and sunglasses. Everyone loved it!

Charlie: So it seems Mrs Fitzgerald that you were the only one who found it lewd and offensive. Don't you think you're overreacting?

Mrs F: Well, er...

Nigel: They're not children Mrs Fitzgerald. They're adult males in their twenties. They are fully aware what they can do in public and what they can only do in private.

Mrs F: I'd rather not think about that if you don't mind. They do seem to be a bit too affectionate with each other for my liking. It's not natural.

Charlie: Has anyone else complained about their behaviour?

Mrs F: No ...

Charlie: Well then ...

Mrs F: Well, it seems I'm in a minority of one here. But I do intend to keep my eye on them.

"Amina was spot on." I say when I was telling Ozzie about the meeting. "She sits there all cool in her hijab then pipes up at just the right moment saying what a laugh it was, completely disarming Madam Fitzgerald."

"Daft Cow. She goes all coy whenever I smile at her. So I make sure I dress the part of the hunky odd-job man when I'm there."

"You do that so well." I comment.

"Well it worked on you!" he says with a lascivious grin.

"Oh! You mean it was all a set up!"

"Of course it was. I wickedly set out to seduce a naive social worker," he replies nonchalantly, "But you don't have any regrets do you?"

I sigh. He's absolutely right. "No Ozzie," I say, "no regrets."

"It means I get a chance to ride that whopper of yours," he continues.

"It's not a whopper. It's ..."

"It bloody is mate!"

News of Shaun and Gavin's Elvis act had spread. And a few weeks later there was an invitation for them to enter an Impersonate Elvis competition at a local pub. They'd be up against some seasoned performers. They were delighted of course.

"Look lads. It doesn't matter if you don't win. You'll have a great time." I tell them.

"Don't listen to him." Ozzie countered. "You're going to win and that's that."

So every evening for the next week was taken up with rehearsals. Ozzie working on their moves. The precious flared rhinestone jumpsuits were drycleaned. The wigs were carefully stored on wig blocks.

I'm not really a pub person myself. Not really a drinker and I haven't been in for years 'cos of all the smoke. But now they've banned smoking I don't mind the occasional pint. The Duke of Cambridge, our local just a few streets away, has a good friendly atmosphere with a mixed clientele. Young and old. A few black and asian faces. I'd been there a few times before with the lads but the night of the Elvis competition it was packed.

We manoeuvred Colin's wheelchair up the steps and found space at a table in the corner. Ozzie was perfectly at home. Sorting out our drinks. Getting information from the organiser about the running order.

"There're gonna be 5 acts altogether. They're all solos apart from you two." said Ozzie. "You'll be on third."

I had a look around. There was one real veteran in his late sixties and a couple of others in their Elvis costumes.

"See the Chinese guy over there?" said Ozzie. "He calls himself the Chinese Elvis."

I poured Colin's lager into his special cup. Gavin and Shaun were a bit quiet, sipping their shandies.

The Chinese Elvis was on first, aggressively miming to "Hound Dog". Then the veteran who mimed to "Are you lonesome tonight?" while leering suggestively at the audience. Then the organiser said: "And our next act is Shaun and Gavin who are going to entertain us with "All shook up". And they were on. And as soon as the music started their shyness disappeared and they were radiating such fun and such enthusiasm that no one could fault them. The record ended. The put their arms round each other, bowed to the applause and came back to our table.

"Brilliant lads!" says Ozzie. "You knocked 'em dead."

"Was it alright?" asks Gavin. "We got a bit mixed up in the middle."

"That was fantastic guys." I add. "They really loved you."

Then there were two more acts. Nothing special to say about them really. A middle aged guy doing "Hound Dog" and then a rather plump chap, a bit like Elvis in his declining years miming to "You're the Devil in Disguise".

"OK" says the organiser, "Now we're going to call the acts back on stage one by one and you're going to show your appreciation for the one you like best. If you like them. Clap for them."

"What do we have to do?" asks Shaun.

"Just go on stage when he calls you." Ozzie replies

"Do we have to do it again?"

"No. Just go on stage and bow."

I think I was the most anxious. I've never been very good at doing things in public and I guess I was nervous for them. What if they lost? How would they cope with the disappointment?

But the applause and cheers that thundered out when they came up on stage made it clear that they were the winners.

"Ladies and Gentlemen. I think you've made your decision. The winners tonight are... Shaun and Gavin!"

More applause and cheers. Shaun and Gavin back on stage, not really understanding what's going on. "You've won!" the organiser tells them. And they're grinning and bouncing up and down. And Shaun grabs Gavin and plants a big kiss on his mouth. There's a surprised lull in the applause then a big cheer. Then "All shook up" starts up and they go into their act again. It's pure joyful chaos. They forget the moves, the lip-synching is a mess but the audience love them.

They come off stage and they're surrounded by people who want to congratulate them. The plump chap and the veteran shake their hands and tell them "Well done, lads". The Chinese Elvis deliberately ignores them. I straighten their wigs so they have their photos taken, grinning like Cheshire cats.

Then the organiser comes up to them.

"Here's your prize, a hundred quid. You deserve it lads, you were great."

"Thank you very much," says Shaun politely. "Nigel. Can you look after our money for us please?"

And I take the money while Barry, the organiser is chatting away excitedly nineteen to the dozen. Telling them what a great act they've got. Telling them that he'd like to use them again and are they available for bookings. Ozzie instantly goes into manager mode, fields the questions and does the negotiations, something I could never do. While Shaun and Gavin stand quietly sipping their shandies.

That night in Ozzie's bed we're going over the events of the evening.

"Weren't they brilliant!" says Ozzie.

"It's all your doing," I remind him. "You're the one who coached them and got them out there."

"Yeh, I s'pose so but they just come across as so happy on stage. How can anyone not love them?"

"How could anyone not love you Ozzie?"

"You don't mean that. You're just saying that." he says turning away from me.

"Silly bugger." I say to him, pulling him back towards me.

We're sixty-nining. I never thought I could enjoy sex so much. Ozzie has really brought me out of myself. I mean I've had a few tentative relationships with women. Never really much success there. I've always enjoyed women as friends but when things went to the bedroom, it never really caught fire. Not like now. Ozzie was right about me. I love touching his body, his muscles. I love the feel of his hands on me, exciting me. Our snogging sessions as he calls them - such tender passion. Moving us both towards the inevitable release. Ozzie's mouth is working on my cock and his hand stroking my bum, his finger teasing my arse and, when I don't object, sliding in. Oh god Ozzie!

"Fuck me Ozzie." I hear myself say.

"You sure?"

"Yeh."

"You like my finger up your bumbum," (we've taken to using Shaun and Gavin's word) "And you want to try something bigger."

"Yeh.

"I don't think you're ready for it." he says twisting his finger around inside me and sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.

"Please Ozzie." I say. The bastard has got me begging for it. His finger moving inside me. Then he's adding some lube and another finger.

"Get you nice and slack for my cock eh? Slide it up inside you and give you one."

His fingers and his words are driving me crazy.

"Is that what you want?" he asks.

"Yes Ozzie. Please fuck me."

And I'm on my belly and he's positioning the head of his cock against my hole and I feel myself tense as he pushes. There's pain but I want to give myself to him.

"Relax, baby, just breathe."

And his dick inches into me, my first dick, Ozzie's dick, stiff and slippery, easing into me as I will myself to relax.

"OK mate?" he asks.

"Yeh..." I whisper.

"Tell me if it's too much. I don't want to hurt you."

More and more of his cock is pushed into me till I feel his pubes pushing against my arse.

"I'm up you mate. And you're gonna get fucked now." Grinding his cock into me and slowly starting the journey.

"Lovely arse mate. Nice and tight. Fits just right on my cock. Oh yeah!" Feeling myself open and relax as he makes short strokes inside me. Then suddenly he pulls out and I feel empty and abandoned.

"Put it back!" I say.

He sniggers and shoves it all the way back up me in one stroke and I feel a sigh come out of me with the sheer pleasure of it.

"I think you like being fucked." he says.

"Yeah..." I manage.

And he fucks me in a slow, regular rhythm, taking his time, a slow shagging that goes on and on for I don't know how long. He's using me for his pleasure but he's making sure I get my pleasure as well, stroking my sides and reaching round to squeeze my nipples. I hear myself moaning with each thrust of his dick inside me and I wonder if anyone else in the house can hear it. Why have I never tried this before?

Then he pauses and I feel his cock grow inside me and he's shooting his spunk pulse after pulse. His sweaty body feels heavy on me now. Pushing me into the mattress. Slowly he withdraws his limp dick from me, turns me over and puts his mouth to my cock and in a few moments he's taken me to one of the most powerful orgasms I've ever had and he's swallowing my load.

After a few months Shaun and Gavin are starting to get regular bookings doing their Elvis act. Ozzie is their manager and I'm looking after the finances. Things are developing nicely. They do a turn at the local summer festival in Priory Park and get their picture in the paper. That really creates interest and inquiries start to come in from pubs all over London. Mrs Fitzgerald is furious of course.

"It's a freak show!" she's screaming at me down the telephone.

"Are you saying that Shaun and Gavin are freaks?" I reply.

"No but you're turning them into freaks by getting them to do that disgusting act in public."

"Nobody's getting anyone to do anything they don't want. It was their idea."

"But you encouraged them. All those lewd movements..."

"What do you mean exactly, 'lewd movements'?"

She can't say of course.

"You know what I mean!!" she replies. "It's not seemly."

So then we find she's written to the paper dissociating herself from Shaun and Gavin's performance and saying how it's exploitation of vulnerable people. The paper contact us to arrange an interview and Ozzie and I explain to the journalist, a young black woman, that it's really helping to raise the profile of disabled people and give them a more positive image. She smiles and nods and writes in her note pad.

"I've seen their act and they're very affectionate to each other." she asks. "Is it true that they're a gay couple?"

"I think that would really be intruding into their private life to publish that don't you? You have to understand that Downs people are just naturally spontaneous and affectionate." I reply.

She nods.

Ozzie comes in the next day with a copy of the paper.

"Have you seen the article?" he says excitedly. "It's brilliant. She really bought the line about giving disabled people a positive image and it completely demolishes Madam Fitzgerald."

"It's not a line. It's true." I reply. "Anything about them being a gay couple?"

"Not a word," he replies

"'Good!"

It could be all the excitement but while all this has been going on Colin's seizures have been getting more frequent and I'm quite worried about him. If the cerebral palsy wasn't enough, he's epileptic as well. God knows what happened to him at birth. Usually it's just petit mals. It's like he's zoned out, just not there, gone for a few seconds. But the grand mals are getting more regular. A full blown fit with convulsions. Scary if you're not used to it. Usually just let him get on with it and it'll be over by itself. But he's had three this week and I'm concerned it may turn into what they call "status epilepticus" when they go into a state of continuous fitting. I arrange for the doctor to visit.

"So what did the quack say?" Ozzie asks me that evening

"The usual. Increase his medication." I reply.

"Typical! Dope peddlers is all they are. Legalised dope peddlers. They just do whatever the drug companies tell them. Listen, if we increase his tranquillisers he'll be asleep all the time."

"So what do you suggest then Doctor Osguthorpe?" I ask him.

"Watch it Social Worker!" he replies and that's his ultimate insult for me.

"That new large computer screen could be doing it," he continues. "The refresh rate could be setting him off."

"What's a refresh rate?" I ask.

"The rate at which the image on the screen refreshes itself. If it's too low it can flicker and set off a fit like a stroboscope does."

"Can you change it?" I ask.

"I'll have a poke around in the control panel and see what I can do," he replies.

Then Gavin and Shaun come in with their gym bags.

"We're ready!" says Shaun

"Shit I almost forgot. It's gym night tonight." says Ozzie.

"Wash your mouth out." says Gavin. "Saying language like that."

"Sorry lads. Just a second." and Ozzie dashes upstairs to get his bag and they're off for a couple of hours of weights and cardio.

I like gym nights too. It gives me a couple of hours peace and quiet. Usually I cook something I can prepare before and leave in the oven like a big stew and baked potatoes. Something that won't spoil if they're a bit late. But as well as making them hungry, all that working out makes them incredibly horny as well. Ozzie can't usually wait to get me alone when he gets back and from the giggles I hear from Shaun and Gavin's room it's the same for them

But this night when Shaun comes back around 8:30, he's alone.

"Where are Ozzie and Gavin?" I ask him

"I don't know," he says emptily.

"Did you leave the gym together?" I ask him.

"Yes, about half past seven."

"Then what."

"Then we were walking home and Gavin wanted to do a wee."

"Right."

"So Ozzie took him down an alley at the side of a shop. And told me to wait a moment."

"And..." I prompt.

"And I waited and they didn't come back."

"Did you go and have a look?" I ask him.

"Yes. And they weren't there."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes. I'm sure. So I waited a bit more 'cos Ozzie told me to wait and then I came back 'cos I was hungry."

"Can you remember which alley it was?"

"Yes I think so."

"Can you show me?"

"OK."

And he takes me to the alley about 10 minutes walk away. And it's a dead end. There's nowhere they could possibly have gone.

I try Ozzie's mobile but it's switched off. Shit!

"OK we'd better go home and call the police." I say to Shaun. And as we're walking back I hear a car slowing down behind us, I turn round. It's a black Volkswagen minibus! It speeds up and passes us.

"Who was that?" Shaun answers.

"I've met them before I think." I reply.

"They're nasty." says Shaun.

"Do you know them?" I ask him.

"No. But I know they're nasty."

I phone the police when I get back. They suggest we wait until the morning. I explain to them that the two missing people are in the care of social services and they say OK they'll send someone round immediately. Shaun repeats his story to them and we take them to the alley where they disappeared. We give them photos of Gavin and Ozzie and they say they'll put out an alert.

When they've gone Shaun asks me. "What about the black minibus?"

"What about it?"

"Why didn't you tell the police about it?"

"They wouldn't understand."

No Shaun. I don't think anyone will understand if I go on about the men in black and aliens. They'll think I'm crazy. Just like I thought Ozzie was crazy till that knock on the door and I met the two guys in black suits and dark glasses.

"Will they be OK?" Shaun asks.

"I don't know Shaun. I really don't know."

That night after a late meal of dried out stew and shrivelled up spuds Shaun and I sleep together. It was Shaun's idea. He was scared and worried about Gavin. I was worried about Ozzie. It made sense to share a bed at least. I never expected anything to happen.

But as soon as we're between the sheets his arms are around me and he's kissing me on the mouth. God he's strong. I feel the hardness of his erection pressed against me. There are no words. I reach down and get his straining cock out of his underpants. Wow, he's a big boy! I gently squeeze his balls and he moans. Then I'm on my back and he's on top of me kissing me passionately and grinding himself into me. There's an urgency to him, a sheer physical need. He looks at me, his eyes glazed with lust. Then his face breaks into a smile and a warmth floods between us.

The sex is glorious but it doesn't last long. We're both too wired and anxious. Also we're both with someone else, he's with Gavin and I'm with Ozzie. He rubs against me working for his climax and comes spurt after spurt. I've come as well and we lie stuck together belly to belly, crotch to crotch till sleep takes us.

There's a repeat performance in the morning. Again he's on top of me pushing against me. But I want him inside me this time.

"Do you want to fuck me Shaun?" I say.

"I've never..." he starts

"OK. I'll show you."

I lube my arse and his dick, raise my legs and align the top of his dick with my hole.

"Push gently." I say.

My body welcomes his dick as he sinks it into me. Giving me time to adjust to the thickness and length of him until his balls are nestled between my legs. I tighten my arse muscles and he groans.

"Good?" I ask.

"Yeah! Nice!" he says.

All the working out at the gym had given Shaun quite a nice body. It's also given him stamina. It's a long gentle fuck, he's careful with me, not wanting to hurt me. There's also an intensity. Each movement is considered, as his cock fills me and empties me, time after time, the pleasure building between us till I feel his cock swell even more and I know he's coming inside me. And there's so much jism it's oozing out and running down my legs.

He leans forward and kisses me.

We shower together and I really get to appreciate his body, cuddly but in proportion and with good muscle tone Ozzie's done a good job on him. Oh Ozzie, where are you?

"I can't wait to try that with Gavin!" says Shaun. And then realises what he's said and remembers that we don't know when or even if we will see Ozzie and Gavin again and he's crying in my arms.

The day is fraught. Shaun doesn't want to go to the centre so I phone and explain to them what's going on. Amina answers so thankfully I don't have to speak to Madam Fitzgerald. She says she'll drop round later to see how we're getting on.

Then there are all the pubs that Shaun and Gavin are booked to appear at. I send out a round robin email. It would be too exhausting to speak to each one to explain.

The local paper phones. It's the same journalist who interviewed us. She's heard what's going on and says that readers will be interested and concerned and it may help to find them. I can't tell her that there's very little chance of that but I agree to email some photos to her for them to publish.

I mean who would believe the truth. Ozzie and Gavin disappear from a blind alley. Just disappear into thin air! What is it they say? When you've exhausted all possible explanations, you have to accept the impossible as true. So to me it could only be abduction. But who can I talk to? There's no government hotline for cases like this. I go on the Internet and research cases. There's a lot of weird stuff from Latin America about goat suckers and cattle mutilation. Stories like the one Ozzie told me about being taken up to space ship by these characters he called "The Greys", having his sperm milked from him for whatever purposes, then being rescued by the Pleiadeans.

Amina drops round after work. I make her some tea and we chat. Seems her younger brother went missing some years ago so she understands what we're going through. He finally got in touch after 2 agonising years of no contact. Turns out he was gay and he ran away because of the shame he knew he'd bring on his traditional Muslim family. He still hasn't returned but he phones from time to time to let the family know he's alright.

"My parents still can't accept it," she says. "My mother cries every time he phones and my father just gets angry and blames it all on decadent western society. But he's my brother and I can't stop loving him whatever he is."

"Do you miss Ozzie?" she continues.

"Very much." I say and bite my lip before I can say any more. She knows of course. It's unspoken between us. She knows and she accepts.

"They'll be back," she says gently. "I have a feeling that they'll be back. It won't be long."

"Thank you Amina. I hope you're right."

I get food ready and deal with Colin's needs. I explain to him that the computer could be causing his fits and he understands. I ask him if he knows about refresh rates and he does and he says he'll try and sort it out from the control panel.

"Don't worry about Ozzie and Gavin. I'm sure they'll be OK." he manages in his expressionless drawl.

"Thanks Colin." I reply.

Shaun and I eat our supper of sausages and mash in silence.

"He'll be hungry." he says sadly. "He likes sausages. He'll be sorry he's missing supper."

"You love him very much don't you." I say.

"Yes. I do," he replies.

Then: "Can I sleep in your bed tonight again Nigel? It will be too sad if I have to sleep in my bed alone."

"Yes of course you can."

"And can we cuddle again? I enjoyed last night."

"And this morning?" I ask him.

"Yes, this morning was nice." And he gives me a grin.

I have to do a bit of admin so Shaun gets himself up to bed. I leave the TV on burbling mindlessly to itself in the background while get a few emails done. Then all of a sudden there's a loud crash from Colin's room. Oh no the poor bugger is fitting again. I get up to go to his room but before I get there the door opens and I'm gobsmacked to see Colin walking towards me! This isn't possible!! He's wheelchair-bound! I feel a chill of terror go through me. I want to run but I'm frozen to the spot. He stops as if sensing my fear. We face each other in silence.

"Colin?" I whisper.

He speaks. "Good evening Nigel." But it's not his usual drawling voice. It's slow but clear and articulate. "We must apologise for the theatricality," he continues, "but humans seem to expect it and it was necessary to communicate with you by the most direct method. We have taken temporary control of Colin's physical body. What you call his epilepsy makes it possible for us to animate him. Please we mean you no harm. We are a group energy- essence being, what your friend Ozzie calls the Pleiadeans. He has asked us to contact you."

"Is he... are they OK?"

"Yes. They are. They will be returned to you soon."

"Where are they?"

"That is difficult to answer as it requires an understanding of coordinates that are outside your dimensional nexus. But suffice it to say that they did not go willingly. The Greys I believe you call them lack common intergalactic courtesy. Being a well-brought-up Englishman you will appreciate what I mean of course."

"Of course." I say. "So why did they take them? I'm sorry this is all very new and strange for me."

'Colin' moves over to the television and touches it. A picture appears of Ozzie and Gavin on what look like hospital trolleys. They are naked and there are wires and tubes coming out of them. I notice they've got tube things attached to their dicks.

"The milking sheds?" I ask.

"That's correct." 'Colin' replies. "But the Greys are due for a surprise. You see Gavin has Downs syndrome which means he has 47 chromosomes instead of the normal 46. When they analyse his sperm they will realise that he is, in their terms, 'defective' and they will return him."

"What about Ozzie?" I ask.

"Difficult." 'Colin' replies.

"What do you mean?"

"Well. He's what you might call the perfect specimen. That's why the Greys were so keen to get hold of him."

"So how can we get him back?"

"Well since the last time we physically rescued him they've increased their security. But we've got a plan."

"Which is?"

"Sorry Nigel. We cannot divulge that yet. We have to be very very careful."

"OK. I understand. So what about the Men in Black? Are they aliens? Government agents?"

"They're mercenaries. They'll work for anyone. Their main aim is to cover up. To scare anyone who has had contact into staying quiet. They're what you might call the bogeymen of the cosmos."

"Can I ask if you help Colin at all? I mean can you stop him fitting?"

"We've already informed Ozzie of the need to increase the refresh rate on Colin's computer. That will help. Be careful with his diet, in particular avoid all artificial sweeteners. Regular low doses of marijuana will be beneficial as well. But it would also help if he has less jing in his system."

"Sorry. What is jing?"

"Chinese word for sexual energy. If Colin has more sexual release, there will be less wild energy in his system and fewer fits."

"He needs to come more?"

"That's right. At the moment the only sexual release he has is wet dreams and that is not enough. I'm sure you will find a creative solution to this problem."

At that moment the picture of Ozzie and Gavin on the TV screen goes blank and 'Colin' collapses. He's having another epileptic fit, shaking and thrashing about. There's nothing to do but let it happen. I move a chair out of the way so he doesn't bash against it. The fit subsides after about 30 seconds and he's unconscious. I go to his room and get his wheelchair and manage to get him into it. Not easy with a dead weight. It's best to let him sleep it off after a fit. The TV picture returns to normal as I wheel his body back into his room and get him into his bed.

My mind is spinning but there's no one I can speak to about this. Colin who's stuck in a wheelchair is taken over by some alien force and can walk and talk almost normally. Oh God, I wish Ozzie were here! I make a cup of tea then go on line and start browsing websites of contactees. But it just gets me more depressed.

Shaun's voice from upstairs. "Nigel, are you coming to bed?"

"Coming Shaun. Just a moment."

And I close the computer down and get myself up to my room. Shaun is lying naked on my bed stroking a beautiful fat nine inch boner. He grins at me.

"I've got something for you," he says. "A nice big willy. He wants to go up your bumbum again."

I strip as quickly as I can. Who can refuse such a sweet invitation? And after such a crazy day this is exactly what I need.

I get Shaun's towering cock in my mouth and start to lick the shaft up down. The tightly drawn up balls. Then back to his straining dick, the foreskin pulled back and the top tight and shiny. I pull his legs up and aim for his pucker and start rimming him. He's moaning and wriggling and pulling his arse cheeks wider to let me get my tongue in. The smell is male musk and a hint of soap. Then suddenly he pulls out from under me and he's on top of me, hugging me, almost crushing me to him, kissing me, licking my face, my neck; the thickness and hardness of his erection rubbing against me. Then he's got me on my belly with my arse in the air.

"Let me put some lube on you Shaun." I ask him.

I slather his cock with gel and he gets me face down. I spread my arse cheeks and he slides his 9 thick inches right up me with a feral grunt. I groan with the pleasure of it. "Yeh. Good. So good." He's kissing and licking my back like he's telling me that there's human affection in the midst of this primitive act. I'm open to him, wriggling around in pleasure, impaled on his dick. His weight on me, our sweat joining us together and he starts his fuck. The strength of his hips and thighs driving his thickness into me, over and over, on and on. The sounds of his grunting and my whimpering. I reach behind him and feel the strength of his arse muscles flexing. I pull him in deeper. Each thrust sending me, sending us higher. Then he's stock still, shooting his load inside me with a series of grunts. Am I ever fucked!

He pulls out slowly. I reach behind and feel his come dribbling out of me. This guy shoots loads. He grins at me and we go into a really affectionate snogging session.

And this is how it goes on. We fuck to forget. To forget that Ozzie and Gavin are God knows where, held captive by God knows who. We fuck to cope with the absence that pervades everything in the house. Ozzie's room empty expect for its wrestling magazines and posters. The flared rhinestone jumpsuits hung up in Shaun and Gavin's room. The Elvis wigs on their wig blocks. Our lives on hold. Waiting.

The police phone from time to time to say basically that there's no news. The local newspaper has lost interest in the story and has moved on to other pressing issues such as gang warfare and the closure of post offices. Amina is a regular visitor. She understands what we're going through. She helps us keep the hope alive.

"They'll be back," she says. "I just know it. Don't give up."

Colin is fitting less now that he's increased the refresh rate on his computer. I've chucked out any food that's got artificial sweeteners. As for the marijuana, well I'm not prepared to go that route just yet. It is illegal after all. I've been reading up online about its medical use. Fascinating. Why doesn't the government allow it? I don't understand. But I have no idea where I'd get hold of it. Maybe Ozzie will know. Oh, Ozzie ...

There's no repeat performance by Colin when he walked out of his room and scared the living daylights out of me. I've quizzed him about it and he can't remember anything. That's best really. But I remember what 'he' said. That Ozzie and Gavin are OK and they will be returned.

Shaun has started going back to the centre. He's very subdued. Spends his time watching TV or movies. We go 10 pin bowling some evenings, the three of us. Colin watches and keeps score. It's something to do. Something to take our minds off things.

Every night Shaun is in my bed. I've got used to it now. I mean he's in his early twenties, he's hung and he could fuck for England. At least a couple of times before we go to sleep and then again in the morning. We don't speak about it. We just do it and enjoy it. Any thoughts that this is wrong because he's a "vulnerable adult" with Downs syndrome in the care of Social Services get put aside. It gets us through the waiting. And as the song says, "Whatever gets you through the night is alright."

The phone call comes out of the blue at around half past three in the morning.

"Nigel? We're at Scratchwood services on the M1. Can you come and get us?"

"Ozzie!!!"

"Who did you expect at this time of the morning, the tooth fairy?"

"Ozzie. Are you OK? Are you with Gavin?"

"Yes. I'm fine. We're fine."

"Who is it?" asks Shaun sleepily.

"It's Ozzie and Gavin. They're OK!!"

"Gimme the phone! I wanna speak to Gavin!" Shaun says trying to grab the phone.

"Ozzie. Shaun wants to speak to Gavin."

"Listen Nigel." Ozzie says, "I'm speaking from a call box and I had to borrow the money to make this call. Can you come and get us please. Scratchwood services on the M1. The cafe." And he rings off.

My car's in the garage for repairs so I grab some cash from the emergency fund and soon Shaun and I are heading towards the M1 in a taxi.

There's hardly any traffic about and we make good time up to Scratchwood. The taxi driver is curious why two men, one of them with Downs syndrome are taking a taxi up to a motorway service station on the outskirts of London at 4 o'clock in the morning.

"I go up there myself from time to time when I'm bored. A bit of dogging y'know." he says.

"What sort of dog have you got?" Shaun asks innocently.

The taxi driver realises that line of enquiry is not going to work and tries another tack.

"So you're picking a couple of people up there you said."

"That's right." I reply.

"What, they got stuck hitchhiking?" He goes on.

"No, not exactly." I reply.

"Car broke down then?" he persists.

He's not going to give up. I decide to tell him the truth which of course he won't believe and should shut him up.

"No. Actually they were kidnapped by aliens and we just had a phone call from them to say they're back."

"Oh right," the taxi driver says nonchalantly.

There's silence for a while.

"That happened to a mate of mine," he says.

"Sorry?" I respond.

"Yeh. A few years ago. He only talks about it when he's had a bit to drink. Says it was the Greys."

I'm listening, fascinated. "Right." I say.

"Yeh. Said he thought he was only gone for an hour or so and when he came back it'd been 4 days."

"Really?" I say.

"Yeh. His wife had already started advertising for a lodger. Don't think she'd missed him very much."

There's quite a few cars in the car park when we pull in to Scratchwood.

"Popular place this." the taxi driver says.

"Right." I say.

There's a black Volkswagen minibus parked.

"OK, lads," the taxi driver says. "I hope you know who that lot are."

"The Men in Black?" I reply.

"They're nasty." Shaun adds.

"Good." says the taxi driver. "Forewarned is forearmed. They might try to block us in so we'd better park where we've got a way out."

We park in the middle and head over to the cafe.

There's an interesting bunch of nightlife there. Road workers in high visibility jackets having a break on their nightshift. A few middle aged bikers, a bit too chubby for their leathers. A group of giggling young Asian kids on their way home from clubbing. A couple of miniskirted girls with too much make-up looking for business from some truckdrivers. And over in the corner Gavin and Ozzie!

"Hi Nigel. Hi Shaun. How's it going?" Ozzie says coolly.

But Shaun and Gavin are never ones to act cool. They're crying and hugging. But the strange thing is no one pays any attention. Must be the sort of place where anything can and does happen.

"Time for a coffee?" I ask Ozzie.

"Er... I think we'd better get going actually," Ozzie replies, nodding at a table where there are two men in dark suits and sunglasses.

"Good idea." says the taxi driver.

Ozzie looks at me quizzically.

"Oh, sorry Ozzie," I respond. "This is Norman, our taxi driver. My car's in for repairs. It's OK he's cool."

"OK lads?" says Norman.

So we walk out to the car park and the two Men in Black are right behind us. Straight in the taxi and we're off. Now Scratchwood is a strange place to get into and out of. There's only one services on the northbound side and there's a neurosis-inducing one-way system to follow in order to cross over to the southbound carriageway.

"They're following us." Ozzie says.

"Right." says Norman, "Everyone got their seatbelts on? This is where we take evasive action." And he does a sudden turn and we're heading the wrong way round the one-way system. Then we bump over a patch of grass and find ourselves heading back towards the minibus which has to swerve to avoid us. Then instead of doing a U turn, they reverse at speed and end up right in the path of a fifty foot articulated truck which almost jack-knifes trying to stop. That's our chance, while they are still trying to extricate themselves from the argument we take a shortcut back through the truck park, over the bridge and we're heading southbound into London.

There's applause and cheering from Shaun and Gavin in the back seat.

"Well done Norman." says Ozzie. "So how do you know about that lot?"

"A mate of mine got abducted." Norman explains.

"What's abducted mean?" asks Gavin.

"Like kidnapped." I reply.

"Oh." replies Gavin.

"Where did you go?" asks Shaun. "We were worried about you. What happened?"

"We'll talk about that tomorrow Shaun." I reply. "I've got a load of questions as well but I'm sure that Ozzie and Gavin are tired. When they've had a good rest and something to eat I'm sure we'll hear all about it."

"'Ere," says Norman. "You're Shaun and Gavin aren't you? You're the Elvis act!"

"That's right." says Shaun.

"We saw you in Whistler's a coupla weeks ago. My missus thinks you're brilliant. She'll be knocked out when she hears I've had you two in the back of my cab. I gotta have your autographs lads."

So as Shaun and Gavin are signing a scrap of paper from Norman's pocket, Ozzie reaches over to take my hand and gives it an affectionate squeeze.

We wake up around midday. Ozzie is pushing his bum back against my hardon.

"Morning Nigel." he says. "Fancy a bit of male bonding?"

"What do you mean?" I reply. "Like watch a football game and then go down the pub?"

"Nah. How about you shag my arse off?"

And I get him on his back, his legs up, lick the fur along his perineum, get his balls wet with my saliva and then dive my tongue straight into his pucker.

"Yes!" he gasps.

I give him my best rimjob. Licking the sensitive nerve endings around his hole, then trying to get my tongue as far inside as I can. Then I'm back to licking his bollocks while I work a finger inside him. Then two fingers, then three and he's groaning and humping back on my hand, begging me for cock.

I'm only too happy to oblige of course and soon my whopper as Ozzie calls it is balls deep in his butt, so hot, so tight. His thighs wrapped round my waist, pulling me closer into him. Home.

"Harder, fuck me harder." he's calling. Almost shouting. Gosh, I've never known him as horny and desperate as this.

I come inside him as he shoots his load between us.

But moments later he's hard again. Lying on the bed, wriggling his arse, turning me on, getting me going again.

He's still hard after I've fucked him to another orgasm and I have to suck him off. Christ almighty! He's come three times in an hour.

"I've never known you reload so quickly." I say to him.

"Yeh. I know. It's been like that since I was on the ship. I think, I dunno, but I guess they must have done something..." He trails off.

"Does Gavin remember anything?" I ask.

"No not a thing," he replies.

"Good." I say.

"Yeh, soon as they found out he has what they call a chromosome abnormality they decided they didn't need him anymore."

"Yes that's what I heard."

"Right, so you got the message."

"Via Colin? Yes. Terrified the life out of me when he came walking through the door like that."

Ozzie sniggers. "I'm sure. They like their drama do the Pleiadeans. They come across all ascended and cool but underneath they've got a wicked sense of humour."

"So what about you? The Pleiadean told me they had a way of getting you out but they weren't going to tell me."

"Can't you guess?" Ozzie says stroking his still erect cock.

"No. You're going to have to tell."

"They increased my sex drive till it was off the scale. I was coming 8 to 10 times a day. The Grey's instruments couldn't cope."

"I'm not sure I can." I reply.

"It should wear off in a couple of days." he replies. "Till then you're just going to have to do your best. Er... I even had Gavin a couple of times in the loos at Scratchwood. I hope you don't mind."

"How did he take it?"

"Like a champion. He could turn into a regular power bottom."

"I haven't been exactly faithful to you either, Ozzie." I go on.

"You mean with Shaun?" he asks.

"That's right. We were lonely and worried..."

"Look, Nigel, this is not a marriage. You can go with who you like. Just keep it clean and safe with other people then we can continue without condoms you and me OK?"

"OK." I reply.

"So we're evens." he says.

"Right." I reply.

"So what's he like?" asks Ozzie.

"Shaun you mean?"

"Yeh. I hope you've taught him how to use that overlarge cock of his."

"You mean his endowment?" I reply.

"And I bet that arse of yours is well lubed with his come."

I blush.

"So I'd better reclaim my rights then."

"But you've come three times already Ozzie."

"Yep and I'm ready to rock again."

"I can't Ozzie. I've come my lot."

"You don't have to do anything. Just bring out the welcome wagon that's all."

"Please Ozzie. Enough."

"So you want me to go and find Gavin do you? I get the feeling that he's rather busy now that you've taught Shaun all about fucking. I bet he's getting a good seeing to at the moment."

"So that leaves me and you Nigel," he continues. "My cock and your arse. Feel how hard it is for you. You know how good it's going to feel when it's up you."

"How many times a day?" I ask him.

"Eight at least. Don't worry Nigel. It should wear off in a few days, a week at most ..."

"A week?" I splutter.

A couple of hours later there's a knock at my door. I'm on my back and Ozzie is still punishing my arse and about to add another coat of cream to my guts.

Shaun's voice. "Nigel. We're hungry."

"Just a minute." I manage to say. "I'll be out in a minute."

There are giggles from outside.

"We know what you're doing." says Gavin in a singsong voice.

"Can we watch?" asks Shaun.

"No! I say."

"Another time lads." says Ozzie.

"OK!" says Shaun. More whispering and giggling.

"You'll have to keep your promise to them now." I say to Ozzie after he's filled me with another load.

"Why not?" he replies. "I've fucked Gavin. Shaun's been fucking you. They want to watch and they probably want to play as well. So why not?"

The next couple of days were challenging to say the least. Dealing with police and social services to explain to them that Ozzie and Gavin don't remember anything. One moment they were in an alley. The next minute they're in the middle the woods near Scratchwood services. They're back and unharmed and that's the important thing. The police are happy to close the case.

What I don't tell them is that they thought they were only gone a couple of hours but it fact it was almost two weeks!

Gavin is fine. A few days not eating very much and complaining of headaches. But otherwise fine. Now the headaches have gone and his appetite is back. It might have something to do with the fact that he's getting regular shaggings from Shaun which would also explain why he's been wandering around with a big silly grin on his face.

Ozzie was back on the job of explaining to pubs, rebooking, getting more gigs. That's when he wasn't chasing me around with a hardon that just wouldn't quit.

"Please Nigel."

"Oh, Ozzie. Not again."

"Sorry about this old chap. But if you don't put out I'm going have to spend a couple of days in one of them gay saunas. There's plenty of hungry bottoms there and I'm sure I won't be short of playmates. 'Cmon Nigel. Just a quicky."

"How many's that today Ozzie?"

"Who's counting mate? 'Cmon bums up for Ozzie. I got another load for you."

"You're going to owe me big time after this!"

"Yeh, sure. Whatever. That's a good lad. Nice arse Nigel. Just what I need."

A couple of hours later and he's after me again. Following me around. Coming up behind me and rubbing his hardon against me. Finally in desperation I lock myself in the loo.

"No Ozzie. I need a break." I say to his tapping on the door.

He tries bargaining. "I'll make it up to you Nigel. Please. Just one more time..."

"I've had enough Ozzie, really. Why can't you just go and have a wank?" I say.

Whoops, I shouldn't have said that. He's angry now, shouting. "I'll break the fucking door down if you don't open it!" He's hammering on the toilet door.

So I open.

"Don't you ever do that to me again!" he says, his face flushed, his eyes glaring.

I've never seen him like this before and to be honest I'm scared. He's dragging me by my arm up the stairs to our room. Thank heavens there's no one else in the house. Now he's got his dick out. He's pulling my trousers and underpants down. He's on my back.

"This is rape Ozzie!"

"Yes it is isn't it," he replies coldly.

He's fingering my well-fucked arse.

"Good, all ready for me." he mutters.

He's playing with my dick and balls. The bastard is getting me hard. He sniggers, realising he's turning me on against my will. He gets the top in and in one shove his cock is up me and he's straight into a brutal fuck, using me as a hole to get off in. It's a wild, white-knuckle ride.

He speeds up, heading for his climax. "Take my load!" he shouts as he drives as deep as he can within me, his cock pulsing its load of spunk.

He's straight out of me and on his back, panting.

"Oh fuck." he's saying. "I'm sorry Nigel. I can't help it."

I don't know what to say so I say nothing. What has just happened has freaked me out totally.

"Nigel?" he says. "You alright mate? Look I'm sorry. I lost it when you locked me out like that. I couldn't handle it..."

I get up from the bed. My whole body is aching. Ozzie's come is dripping from my abused arse. My mind is numb.

"I need a shower." I say to him.

Shaun and Gavin have noticed that there's something wrong between Ozzie and me. They may be slow in many ways but they're both very sensitive to feelings. Ozzie is sleeping back in his own room again. I'm barely talking to him. I've closed down. Just going through the motions.

"Nigel." says Shaun. "Why are you unhappy?"

"I'm OK." I reply flatly.

"No you're not. You've been grumpy for days." he says.

"You and Ozzie, you're not friends any more." Gavin chips in.

I bite my lip as I feel an ocean of pain and anger well up inside me. Everything I've been trying to keep down and under control has been triggered by Gavin's innocent comment.

"No I'm not happy and Ozzie is no longer my friend." I think but I say nothing.

"Can't you be friends with Ozzie again?" Gavin asks.

The dam breaks, I'm shouting.

"How can someone who uses me like that be my friend!? I thought Ozzie was my friend. I was wrong. I was wrong to get involved with him. He's a client for God's sake. It's not professional. I loved him. I let him use me. That's it! No more! Finished!"

I see Ozzie come in. He's heard what I've just said.

"I'm sorry Nigel. I said I was sorry. Oh God! I didn't realise I'd hurt you so much. I didn't mean to really."

"You used me you bastard!" I'm saying to him. "I was just a hole for you to fuck. It was me or going down the sauna. That's all I am to you!"

"For God's sake, that's not true Nigel. OK I know I seduced you. I admit it. But I like you. Really! You've gone out of your way to help me. You've been there for me when it counted. You're more than just a social worker."

"So I didn't deserve what you did to me then." I prompt.

"I lost my rag Nigel. I'm sorry. You locked me out, I couldn't handle that. It brought back when I was about 10 years old in a foster home. They used to punish me by locking me out of the kitchen when I was hungry or out of the TV room when I wanted to watch my favourite TV programme, the wrestling. I used to beat on the door. Even tried to jemmy open the lock. When you locked yourself in the loo it brought everything back and I just flipped."

And I look at him and he's like a little boy standing there. Powerless, desperate.

"I'm sorry Nigel." he says, "Please Nigel... "

I still can't say anything.

"I'll leave if you like." he says.

"You don't want him to leave do you?" Shaun asks me.

"I loved you." I say to Ozzie. "I really did love you."

"Don't you love him any more?" asks Gavin.

"I don't know." I reply.

"You can't just switch love off like that." says Ozzie.

"What do you know about love?" I ask him bitterly.

"You're right. I know fuck-all about love." Ozzie replies. "I've never had the chance to know anything about it. The kids' homes, the foster families. I was lucky to get any scrap of affection. But I thought we were making something together, Nigel. You know. I thought that's what we were doing. That's what it was for me anyway."

"Do you love Nigel?" Gavin asks Ozzie.

"Yes. I love Nigel." he replies.

"Then tell him." Gavin continues.

Ozzie turns to me. "I've been a prat Nigel and I'm sorry. I'm not going to try to excuse what I did. But I want you to know that I do love you. I'm finding love with you and it's a journey I want to continue. But if you don't want to, I'll understand. All I can do is thank you for ... for the chance ..."

"Come here Ozzie." I say to him. And he comes to me and I'm holding him and he's sobbing silently in my arms. And I find myself crying with him and after a while it all subsides and there's a stillness, a feeling of a weight having lifted.

"I'll say one thing about people with Down's syndrome," Ozzie says to me later, "They are straight to the point when it comes to feelings. We're so clever with our ideas and intellectual stuff. We call them slow learners or educationally subnormal or whatever the current jargon is. But they're not fussed with all that. When it's joy it's pure joy. When it's sadness, it's pure sadness. And when it's love..."

"It's 100% pure unconditional love." I finish for him. Ozzie's back in my room. He's lying in my arms again.

"We should thank them." he says. "Show our appreciation."

"Do they need that?" I say.

"We all need that." he replies.

"Shaun and me are really happy that you and Ozzie are friends again." says Gavin.

"You both really helped." I reply. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." He says with polite simplicity and a cute little bow and I burst out laughing and he's laughing with me and we're hugging and laughing together.

"So can me and Shaun make love with you and Ozzie?" he asks me.

"What all four of us?" I reply.

"Yes. All four of us." he replies. "It would be nice. Lots of willies and bumbums and sexy cuddles. All of us. Can we do that?"

"I don't see why not!"

"I want to learn fucking." he continues. "I mean how to fuck. Shaun fucks me but he doesn't like it when I try to fuck him."

"OK..." I reply.

"Can you show me?

"Sure. When?"

"After we come back from gym tonight?" he suggests.

"I'll ask Ozzie." I reply.

"Ozzie. Gavin wants us all to make love together."

"You mean like an orgy?" he asks.

"Yes, No. No not an orgy. Four people who like each other, who love each other, making love. How did Gavin put it? 'Lots of willies and bumbums and sexy cuddles.' What do you reckon?"

"I don't know." he replies. "Can four people make love together?"

"If they want to I guess. If they want to give pleasure to each other. Why not?"

"And if it just turns into a fuck fest?"

"That's alright too isn't it? So, you up for it?"

"When?" he asks.

"Tonight when you come back from gym."

Ozzie grins. "So when we come back pumped up and full of testosterone."

"That's right."

"Willies and bumbums and sexy cuddles?"

"That's right."

Shaun and Gavin are really giggly when they come back from the gym. I'm in the kitchen and I hear their voices as they barge into the house.

"Stop it you two." I hear Ozzie say.

"But you said it was alright to do sexy stuff here, but not outside." I hear Shaun's voice.

"Yes. I said that. Oh alright we're home now."

"Ozzie's got a stiffy!" I hear Gavin's voice in a sing-song.

"So have you!" Ozzie replies.

"So have I!" says Shaun.

I come out of the kitchen. "So you don't want your supper then?"

That stops them dead. Shaun and Gavin look at me and then at each other. Ozzie grins.

"How about we have round one. Then something to eat. Then we have round two!"

"Yeah Ozzie!" says Shaun.

"What's a round one?" asks Gavin.

"I don't know but I know who's got the biggest one." says Ozzie.

"Who? Who?" Shaun and Gavin chorus.

"Nigel!" Ozzie says.

"Now come on that's not fair." I reply.

"Show us. Show us!" they chorus.

"No. This is getting silly."

"C'mon Nigel it's just a game..." Ozzie chips in.

"I don't want you making fun of me 'cos I've got a big one. The boys at school all used to tease me. it was horrible."

"We won't make fun of you Nigel." Shaun says. "I like your willy."

"I like yours too Shaun." I reply. And I'm rubbing Shaun's hardon through his pants. And he's rubbing mine.

"Nice big fat willy." says Shaun.

"So's yours." I reply.

"Yeh? Really? You like it."

"Can I get it out?" I say.

Meanwhile Ozzie and Gavin have got their cocks out and Ozzie is on his knees kissing the head of Gavin's straining erection. Gavin's hands are stroking Ozzie's back. Gavin's head is thrown back and he's shaking. But Ozzie pulls off before Gavin can come.

"Thank you Ozzie." he says politely. "That was lovely."

Soon we've all got our clothes off. I'm sucking Shaun and he's really getting into it. He's forcing my head right down on his cock till I have to pull back to breathe.

"Careful. I couldn't breathe."

"Sorry Nigel. Can I put it up your bumbum instead?"

By way of reply I go on all fours and Shaun puts some lube on his pulsing dick and I get some up me and as Gavin and Ozzie watch, Shaun gets his cock at the lips of my arse and pushes and I breathe, willing my self to relax and he slides it into me.

"Slowly Shaun. You're big."

"Yes he's a big boy isn't he." Shaun replies, "And he loves going up your bumbum."

"You think you can do that?" Ozzie asks Gavin.

"What? To Nigel?" Gavin replies.

"No to me!" Ozzie answers.

"I don't know." Gavin replies.

"Don't you want to? I thought you liked my muscles."

"Yeah!" says Gavin. "They're really sexy."

"Do you like touching me?" And Ozzie takes Gavin's hand and runs it over his chest, down his belly, inside his thighs and over his arse.

"Nice?" he asks Gavin.

"Yeah! All hot and muscly."

"Now put some of this slippery stuff on your finger and put it up my bumbum." And Gavin does as he's told and slides his finger around Ozzie's pucker and up inside the heat and tightness of Ozzie's fundament. Ozzie is moaning.

"Ooh! That's lovely." says Ozzie. "Now wriggle it about. Oh that's great Gavin. That feels lovely. I'm ready for your willy now."

And Ozzie helps Gavin get the head of his cock at the entrance to his body. "Now push." he says. And Gavin takes Ozzie at his word and gives a godalmighty push and he's in up to his balls in one thrust.

"Jesus!" Ozzie yelps.

"You OK?" Gavin ask.

"I'm OK" Ozzie replies through gritted teeth. "Just let me get used to it! How does it feel? Alright?"

"Oooh! All lovely and hot and tight up there. Feels nice round my willy."

"Pull it out a bit and slide it back in." Ozzie says. Gavin does and soon he's into a nice fuck rhythm with Ozzie taking each thrust.

"Shaun!" Gavin calls. "I'm fucking Ozzie!"

"And I'm fucking Nigel!" Shaun replies.

Gavin comes first. Well it is his first time and Ozzie is no slouch when it comes to bottoming, wriggling around on Gavin's cock and giving him an unforgettable first fuck.

Shaun on the other hand has gone completely feral. The lad is born to fuck and he's proving it, working magic in my hungry hole with his deadly mansized prong. He's grunting and shoving and pulling me into a position where he can get a better grip on me and shove it to me harder and faster till he gives a shove with his hips, burying his bone as far up me as he can and I feel his cock pulsing and I know he's unloading a good load of spunk in my arse.

I've shot as well without touching myself. Shaun pulls out of me and stands there with his still dripping, still engorged cock in his fist.

"Yeh!" he crows, punching the air.

"Blimey!" Ozzie says. "Does he always fuck like that?" he asks Gavin.

"Usually." Gavin replies casually.

We break for supper.

I've done pizza. Well it's all frozen and preheated. And some prepacked salads from the supermarket.

"Did I do OK?" Gavin asks Ozzie as we're eating.

"More than OK mate. That was lovely."

"I'd like to do it again." says Gavin.

"Any time mate." says Ozzie.

"But you're my boyfriend." Shaun pipes up, his mouth full of pizza.

"Sorry Shaun." Ozzie responds. "Is it OK if Gavin and me have sex from time to time?"

"Yes Shaun." Gavin echoes, "Is it OK with you if I fuck my lovely friend Ozzie?"

"I suppose so. But you're still my boyfriend." Shaun replies with a growl.

"Thank you Shaun." says Gavin throwing his arms round Shaun. "I still love you lots and lots and lots and I want to wake up in your arms every morning and have sexy cuddles with you."

And Shaun and Gavin are cuddling and grinning together.

"Ozzie." I ask Nigel. "Is it OK if I have sex with Shaun from time to time? I mean we're, you know ... like, lovers now aren't we?"

"I guess we are." Ozzie says with a grin. "Hmm. I've never had a proper relationship before come to think of it. I've had lots of sex with lots of people but never with someone I love who loves me."

"We all love you Ozzie." says Gavin.

"Yes," says Shaun. "We think you're really nice and really sexy."

"Yes." says Gavin and gives Ozzie a big hug. And Shaun joins in as well.

"I've never been with so many people who love me!" says Ozzie in a strangled voice and I see he's crying as Shaun and Gavin bombard him with cuddles and kisses.

"Ozzie's got a stiffy!" Gavin's saying.

"Yeh! Ozzie." says Shaun. "Do some muscle poses for us."

And Ozzie starts posing for us, spreading his back muscles like wings, doing a front double biceps then a side chest pose. And Gavin and Shaun are applauding him. "Yeh! Ozzie!" "We love you Ozzie!"

And Ozzie is running his hands over his chest and belly and thighs. Holding his stiff eight inches of cock in his hand. "Who wants some of this?" he asks. And Gavin's straight down on his knees sucking and licking at Ozzie's oozing dick. And Shaun is on his knees licking Ozzie's bum while I move in on his nipples, squeezing one and sucking alternately.

"Oh yes guys," Ozzie is saying. "Fucking hell this is great! I gotta fuck someone! Who's it gonna be eh?"

"Me! Me!" shouts Gavin.

And Gavin bends over and Ozzie eases himself into the moist pucker that's being offered to him.

"Fuck my boyfriend would you?" says Shaun. "I'll show you what you get for that!" and soon he's buried balls deep in Ozzie's arse. Now, Ozzie has never taken a fuck from Shaun before and I don't think he knows what's hit him. But soon he's pushing back on Shaun's dick moaning and whimpering while he's fucking Gavin.

"What about me then?" I ask.

"Aaah, sorry Nigel says" Gavin. "I'll look after you. Do you want to suck my willy or do you want it up your bumbum?"

"Either." I reply. "What do you want?"

"Up your bumbum. Yeh? C'mon, round here."

I get in front of Gavin and as is his wont he shoves straight in without any ceremony. I catch my breath and the delicious feeling of being buggered spreads through me. Shaun's hammering into Ozzie who's up Gavin who's deep in my guts. It's like we're all part of some living shagging multiple being.

Gavin comes first as he's new to this. I must tell him about not going for a hole in one! But Shaun still hasn't come. He's got Ozzie over the edge of the kitchen table and he's banging away for glory, Ozzie pushing back to meet Shaun's thrusts.

Gavin and I are just cuddling and watching

"He's good isn't he!" Gavin says to me with pride in his voice.

Then Ozzie gets on his back with his legs up to his chest and Shaun carries on the assault. Then they're in doggie style on the floor. Shaun just won't stop fucking.

Then with a shout he's ramming harder and Ozzie is wanking himself and although I'm sitting a few feet away from them, I can feel their orgasms from here. Bloody hell!

Shaun pulls out and punches the air in his victory salute shouting, "Yeah!". While Gavin gets down on his knees and licks all the juices off his boyfriend's dick and soon they're back to cuddling again.

Ozzie is still collapsed on the floor so I go over to see how he is. "Alright?" I ask him

"C'mere mate." he says and pulls me down to him. "Just hold me till I come back to earth."

"Up in the space ship are you?"

"Fucking intergalactic mate. Jeezus that bugger can fuck."

"Can't he just!" I reply

"Shower time!" shouts Shaun and we troop upstairs.

A couple of days later Ozzie is showing me the newspaper. "Have you seen the article about they think there must be other intelligent life in the universe."

"Who thinks?"

"That Stephen Hawking, you know the bloke in the wheelchair."

"No, I haven't seen it. What does he say?" I reply.

"He thinks that it's not a good idea to contact the aliens as he calls them 'cos they may not be friendly."

"So what do you reckon?"

"Well he's right isn't he. I mean the Pleiadeans are alright, super-intelligent and chilled but those Greys, nah, I'm not keen on them. I mean those are the two lots I've met. And then there's the reptilians from Zeta Reticuli. I wouldn't like to run into them."

"So why do you think the Greys are after human sperm?" I ask.

"Well I heard that their species has become infertile so they abduct us humans and get our sperm and use it to breed with." Ozzie replies.

"So there could be hundreds of little alien Ozzies running around in outerspace!" I tease.

"Shit!" he replies. "You could be right there! What a thought eh? Oh by the way, did the Pleiadeans say anything about Colin?"

And I tell him about their suggestion to cut out artificial sweeteners and that they agree with the idea to change the refresh rate on his computer.

"Anything else?"

"Well they also said he needs to come more often. He can't masturbate 'cos he hasn't got that sort of control. At the moment he only has wet dreams to relieve the pressure."

"So what did they suggest?"

"They said they were sure we'd come up with a creative solution..."

Ozzie laughs. "Was that it?" he asks.

"Yes... er No actually. They did mention the possibility of low doses of marijuana... But it's illegal isn't it so I'm not sure I can actually condone that sort of thing on Social Services premises."

"So you'd rather they increase his medication. You know what that'll do to him. He'll be asleep all the time. With marijuana there's no side effects, not like all that chemical crap that the pharmaceutical companies try to pump out to make profits for their fucking institutional shareholders."

"I know Ozzie." I reply. "But what if anyone finds out?"

"Excuse me Nigel. There's stuff going on here which certainly isn't going to be acceptable to a lot of people, the Mrs Fitzgeralds of this world for example. Are we living our lives for them and their stuck up morality?"

"Well er no. Since you put it like that, er no."

"So don't worry about it Nigel. I'll deal with it."

"I don't want you to take any risks. Ozzie."

"Listen. I've got good contacts OK. That's all you need to know."

"OK, Ozzie. I trust you. If it'll help Colin, then it's OK."

It worked! It's only been a month and we've managed to bring Colin's fitting down to just the occasional petit mal and he's completely off the tranquilisers. Gosh knows what we're going to say to the doctor when he asks. Ozzie says to tell him nothing. Shame really, 'cos it could benefit other people in his condition. Especially the medical marijuana. I've been researching it online. It's amazing what that stuff can do for people with glaucoma and epilepsy, how it can help alleviate the side effects of the drugs that people with HIV or cancer have to take, how it has even helped people with multiple sclerosis. I can't understand why the authorities don't allow it!

Oh, and Shaun and Gavin's Elvis act is going from strength to strength. With Ozzie's management and guidance they've been getting more and more bookings and actually pulling in quite an income. We'll be able to afford a nice holiday this year. We could rent a villa in Spain, Ibiza maybe or the Canary Islands. Ozzie should tan up really nicely and Shaun and Gavin should love it. They should all be back from the gym soon. I'll bring it up then.

copyright A.Horniman 2010

Other stories by A.Horniman can be found on nifty:

Noises in the Night Gay Male/Adult Friends section October 11 2007

The Stone Workers Gay Male/Historical section. November 10 2007

Frank Gay Male/Adult Friends section December 9 2007

Last Fuck for Johnny Gay Male/Encounters section June 23 2009

XXL Gay Male/Beginnings section March 27 2010

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