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My thanks to John who has read this through for any details that may need explanation for transatlantic, or non UK readers, and made several corrections. Any remaining errors, grammatical, spelling historical or whatever are entirely my fault.
This is the long promised third part or the trilogy that began with A Tale of Two Englishmen, and continued with Malcolm's Boys. It is almost a totally 'free standing' story, though a knowledge of the early parts may add a little to understanding the complexities of the Pridham family
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Jonathan 3 April 2008
Jonathan cycled round to Robert's early in the afternoon of the day after Janice's funeral.
"Where're your things?" said Robert.
"Mum's bringing them round. There was too much to bring on the bike, as we've got school on Tuesday morning, remember?"
"An unfortunate fact of life. But when's she coming round?"
"Sometime this afternoon, why?"
"So we can't do anything till she's been!"
"There's always school work."
"Yea, I've still got some to do. To be doing that when she comes round will earn us some Brownie points."
They laughed, and settled down to doing some revision, as exams were coming up in a very few weeks.
Lois didn't not arrive until just before 5.00pm, but she did find them working and was impressed. Robert courteously invited here to have a cup of tea or coffee. She accepted and came in.
"Where are you sleeping, Jon?"
"In the small bedroom, Mum. Why?"
"I just wondered."
She did not stay long, and they watched her drive away, with Robert's hand fondling Jonathan's backside. They closed the door and turned towards each other.
"Three whole days, and four good nights, Jon."
"And that's not counting the rest of today."
"So let's not waste time." Robert pulled at Jonathan's arm, and led the way upstairs two at a time. They did not need any prompting, soon they were naked and on the bed.
"I've been looking forward to this weekend for so long."
"Same here, Bob. I thought it might not come off, what with Gran's funeral and so on."
"How did that go?"
Jonathan gave an account of the last few days, and while he spoke their hands wandered over every part of each other's body.
"I had a word with Uncle Kevin."
"The gay one in New Zealand?"
"Yes."
"And?"
"I told him I was now certain about my sexuality, that I was sure I was gay. And I told him about you"
"Was that safe?"
"Oh, yes. He told me to make absolutely sure Dad didn't find out. The two of them barely spoke. They went around avoiding each other. Dad condemns him whenever his name comes up at home. I think my Dad and Mum regard what we are doing as the most serious sin that it is possible to commit."
"I know. Mine are more outspoken against it, even than murder and paedophilia, in spite of there being so much in the press about that."
"I just can't understand it. For me to make love to you is the most natural thing in the world. It would be unnatural for me to play around with a girl."
"Ugh! All those floppy tits."
"Some guys are turned on by them. The bigger the better."
"Not me. I like a guy with a nice firm chest, and a hard cock I can play with, suck, and who is willing to put it up my arse. I think you are getting more hair on your chest. There is more every week. It will soon join up with what's below."
"You can talk." Jonathan pushed Robert over onto his back, and got down between his legs to give his cock a good suck.
"Not too much, Jon. I haven't wanked since yesterday morning. Been saving it up for you."
"Good, a nice mouthful on the way then."
A couple of minutes later Robert was rolling around and crying out, as his large load poured out into Jonathan's mouth.
"I wonder how many times we'll cum over the next few days, Bob."
"Let's keep count."
"Notches on the bedpost?"
"That would take some explaining."
It was two hours later, and dark outside, when they both became conscious of other basic needs.
"I'm feeling hungry, Jon."
"Come to think of it so am I."
"Come on then, food." Bob got off the bed and walked out of the room.
"Aren't you going to put any clothes on?"
"Don't see why. We'll make sure all the curtains are pulled. and it will save time when we want to come back up here again."
They went off down stairs, feeling strangely free and rebellious at going around naked. Bob's mother had left a great quantity of food for the two boys. Evangelicals may avoid many sins of the flesh, but gluttony was not one of them.
"Is there anything worth seeing on the box?" asked Jon.
"I've got something better to watch than a grotty TV programme. My uncle Martin came round the other day to say goodbye. He's off on his travels again. I rang him up before hand and asked if I could borrow his DVDs. He's lent me the lot. Many I've not seen. They'll make your eyes like organ stops, Jon."
"Where do you keep them hidden from parental prying?"
"I've loosened a floor board at the back of the cupboard in my bedroom. Most of the time it is covered with things. I keep things out of Mum's eyes there."
"I have nowhere, I hadn't thought of doing something like that. Mum always seems to be going through my things."
"I know they don't seem to realise that we're growing up and should be treated like adults."
"So after we've eaten it is some adult DVDs?"
"Now you can cut some bread, we are almost ready to eat."
That evening they cuddled up together on the sofa and watched the DVD. Jonathan's eyes were like organ stops as he had never seen anything so explicit. Both lads had very hard cocks the whole time.
On Sunday morning they hauled themselves out of bed and went to Church. Jonathan sat with Robert in the seats where Robert's family usually sat.
Lois, Jonathan's mother came over. "Are you two boys all right? looking after yourselves?"
"Were fine, Mrs Pridham," said Robert.
"I wondered whether you'd be staying in bed, knowing how difficult it is to get you up, Jonathan, in the morning."
They both succeeded in suppressing a giggle at her words.
"Little did she realise we were both up in more than two meanings of the word 'up' this morning," whispered Robert.
Jonathan snorted as he supressed his laughter.
The service was lengthy, with a prayer that lasted twenty minutes, and a sermon that last three quarters of an hour.
"At least he did not mention homosexuality," said Jonathan as they cycled back to Robert's home.
"I know. I think I would've blushed bright red if he had done so."
That evening they watched another of Martin's DVDs.
"I wish there was more story line to these DVDs," said Jonathan.
"There is no story at all really. Just two guys suck and suck, and then fuck and fuck. Pretty boring really."
"Perhaps we ought to produce our own. With a real story line."
"With us in them."
They laughed.
They earned brownie points with Robert's mother, by cleaning up the house on Monday evening, so that when she came home the place looked clean and tidy. On Tuesday morning they were off to the first day of the new term at school bright and early.
The next day Jonathan sent an Email to Kevin, now back in New Zealand.
Dear Kevin, It was good to talk to you after Gran's funeral. Dad quizzed me on the way home about where I had been. I worked on the principle that the truth however painful is usually better than trying to cover. I have found that the parents usually can tell when I'm fibbing. I told him I had been speaking with you. He pulled into the side of the road, and proceeded to lecture me about you, and your wicked ways, and how I must have known that he didn't want me to talk with you. He was really very angry, and I had to listen to him holding forth for about 20 minutes , it seemed that long, though I suppose it was about 5. I dread to think what he would say if I told him we had hugged, and as for him knowing about me******!!!! The weekend with Bob was great. Three whole days and four whole nights alone together. Most of the time we went about the house totally naked. It saved time getting undressed when we wanted to have fun. It also meant all essential parts were readily accessible at all times. I think we were both quite tired when it came to Tuesday morning and school. Bob had got hold of his uncle Martin's gay DVDs. We watched these. WOW. I've never seen anything like them. They gave us both the most colossal hard ons. LOL But I must confess that after a while they did seem rather boring. Little or no real story, just repeated body movements. I expect you're glad to be back with Owen. Love Jon XXXX
A couple of days later there was a reply. Jon, Good to hear from you. Sorry to hear of the problems with your Dad. I'm afraid his religion just feeds his prejudice. Glad you had a good time with Bob. Take care - and I mean that in several ways. Owen sends his love and best wishes. Love Kev XXX
The next two months are dominated by preparation for and eventually the taking of exams.
I am afraid we have to leave to get on with it. Nothing of significance happens until July 2008. The story really begins to warm up in August. But we must follow it at the pace it happened.
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