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Two Jubilees and One Spitfire.
Resume:- Trevor and Ross, his New Zealand partner, are living together in Leytonstone, which is a part of the London sprawl into Essex. Trevor is a lecturer at the London School of Economics, and Ross is still writing books. Ross has gone home to New Zealand to visit his folk.
Part 39. A Testing Opportunity.
It all began on a cold winter evening in the first week in January. Trevor had had a hard day at the LSE. Nothing had gone right. Not that anything serious had happened, but a series of niggly things, like having a long search for some information; some typing that he had asked for had not been done; his room seemed colder than ever. It had taken a good half an hour longer than usual on the tube back to Leytonstone. The pavements were slippery, and he had gone down on one leg and grazed his knee and damaged his trousers. It was a rather irritable Trevor that had got himself a meal, and had settled down in front of the fire. He was doing some reading when there was a ring at the door. It was a very disgruntled and annoyed Trevor that got up to answer it.
Much later that evening Trevor sat down to write to Ross, so let Trevor's words describe what happened the rest of that evening.
My dear Ross,
You just do not know how much I wish you were here. Not just for the obvious reason that you may think, though that is desperately true. I wish you were here to talk to.
Something serious has cropped up, one of those lengthy discussion matters, too serious to argue about. I just wish you were here to talk it all through, as I am rather at my wits end knowing what I should do.
I had had a lousy day. Bad day at college, trains late, slippery pavements. I had settled down to do some reading, and was beginning to think of an early night, when there was a ring at the door. I nearly did not go to the door, but thought it might be something important at that hour.
It was young Zach.
For a fleeting moment I did not recognise him as he has grown taller and filled out quite a lot since we last saw him. He must now be nearly seventeen. But let me write to you exactly what was said and what happened as it will help me to get my thinking straight, and if you can get a reply to me, perhaps you can advise.
"Zach!" I exclaimed, "Come on in."
He came in and walked through into the living room.
"Would you like a drink," I asked.
"Yes, please, Uncle Trevor."
"I think we can drop the uncle now, don't you. You're nearly as tall as me." I offered him a beer, coffee, or tea.
"Beer, please." But it was said in a monotone, and not in the sort of cheeky spirit I would have expected from young Zach.
I told him to sit down. I went out to get a couple of cans of beer from the fridge. Then followed a strange conversation, you know Zach as of old, and will appreciate how untypical it was. "Cold drink for a cold night!" I remarked.
"Yes."
"Your Mum all right?"
"Yes."
"School?"
"Okay."
I began to suspect from Zach's rather monosyllabic replies and the fact that he never looked me in the eye that something might be wrong.
"You feeling okay, Zach? You're not your usual ebullient self."
He shrugged his shoulders.
"Something wrong?"
He nodded.
"Serious?"
He just shrugged his shoulders.
"You in trouble with the law?"
He shook his head.
"You into drugs or something?"
A slightly more vigorous shake of the head.
"Got a girl pregnant?"
Another even more vigorous shake of the head. All this done without looking at me properly.
I could think of nothing else, so I changed tack. "Zach, have you come round tonight to talk, for some help?"
Zach nodded, at long last he glanced up quickly at me.
"I'm all ears. Tell me what the trouble is."
"Mum said to come round." This came out as a barely audible mumble.
"So what's the problem. You two falling out or something?"
"No, nothink like vat."
"Well; try starting at the beginning."
There was a lengthy silence.
"I vink I'm like you, Uncle Trevor."
"Like me In what way?"
"I like boys more than girls."
I looked at him, and for the first time he looked at me properly.
"What makes you say you like boys more than girls. A lot of lads do at your age."
"I don't mean I just like muckin' around wiv boys rather van girls. I don't like girls in the way other boys do."
"I think a lot of boys your age would say that. The vast majority grow out of it."
"It's not like vat. Lot of my friends are into girls, snoggin, and shaggin whenever vey can. I've tried snoggin in the back row at the flicks, and that's enough. I know I don't want the shaggin."
"What do you want then, Zach?"
"I vink I want it with a guy, like you and Ross."
I think I smiled slightly. "How do you know about Ross and me?"
"Mum told me, but ven I saw it were obvious."
"When did your Mum tell you?"
"Just over a week ago. When I first spoke to `er."
"What happened?"
"I were feelin miserable, and she asked me what's wrong. She dragged it out of me. I vought I were ill, mental or somethin. Somevin seriously wrong. I said somethin about bein ver only guy like it."
"She laughed and said I knew one like vat well. I forced er to tell me. She said your Uncle Trevor and Ross. Were she right?"
I think I nodded, and told him, "Yes, she was right."
"Vanks. Vat feels a lot better knowing that you are like vat."
"There are quite a lot of men who are like that, Zach."
"I ain't met none."
"Can I ask you some personal questions, Zach?"
He nodded in reply.
"Do you toss yourself off at all?"
"Of course." His answer implied an obvious stupidity to my question.
"When did you start?"
"By myself. I listened to some guys in ver same class talkin about it, and did it to myself vat night."
"Enjoy it?"
For the first time I was given one of his smiles. "I should say."
"So you're a regular each day?"
"Sometimes two or three times." There was a slight note of pride in his voice.
"That's perfectly normal for a boy of your age. Ever done it with another boy, you tossing him off, or he tossing you off?"
He shook his head and answered, "No."
"Would you like to?"
He nodded again. "But I know it's wrong."
"How do you know that?"
"Just do." He looked down at the carpet again.
"I'm surprised that you've not done it with another boy from school. Lots of boys do it, most of whom will probably end up happily married."
"Can I ask you, Uncle Trev. Did you as a boy, wiv another boy?"
I think I smiled. "Yes. I first did it with another boy when I was seven. Long time ago. He's the chap who made that old Spitfire you used to play with" "Did you like it." "I used to toss him off. I was too young to produce anything.
I liked doing it to him, and he used to play with my cock, and give me lots of kisses and cuddles, and I liked that very much." "Boys kissin and cuddlin?" "Yes, why not? If they like each other, even more so if they love each other." "Do you and Ross?" "Yes, a lot. We love each other a great deal." This seemed to come as a fresh idea to him. He looked at me. "You used to kiss me a lot," I said. "I know. But I were a kid ven." I smiled. "What about kissing a girl?" "I've tried it. Several times in the back row at the flicks." "Done anything else in the back row of the flicks?" Rather shame faced he smiled. "One girl let me touch her titties once or twice." "Did you like it?" "It were all right." "Did you get an erection? A hard on?" "A bit." I have an idea he blushed slightly, but it was difficult to tell. "You ever kissed a girl. Un..Trev?" I nodded, "Yes." "You ever shagged a girl?" I shook my head. "No, Zach. That's outside my experience. But would you like to shag a girl?" "No." "Tell me, Zach. When you are tossing yourself off. Is it just relief, or do you imagine it is with someone?" "When it's during the day I just wank away until I shoot. At night in bed, I vink. I vink of some girl with big tits, and we're in some hay, warm sunshine, no clothes on." But then he paused. "I seem to stop vinking of the bint I'm going to shag, and start imagining being shagged by ver guy. I vink of olding is cock, playing wiv it, touchin is balls. I seem to forget ver bird wiv ver big tits." "How long has that been happening, Zach?" "Since I first took a bird to the flicks and got er in ver back row." "What does you Mum say?" "She said she didn't know what to say. Vat you'd be able to elp me. Cause you know what it's all about." There was a pause, and then he burst out, "I don't want to be gay, a pooftah, a shirt lifter, or anythin else like vat." "We can't help what we are, Zach. Though I admit what we get called can hurt." "Do you vink I am?" Ross, I thought very carefully before answering that one. There was a lot at stake on the answer. "I'm not sure, Zach. I'm not sure. I think you may be, but I'm not certain. Lot of boys go through a phase, and grow out of it. But you say you've never done anything with another boy. The fact that when you masturbate, toss yourself off, you are really interested in the man, not in the girl you are imagining. I'm sorry, that's not very helpful." "Can I ask you some more questions, Trev?" "Yes. I reserve the right not to answer. Fire away." "Wiv ver boy who made the Spitfire, how did it start?" "It's a long while ago. I was sent down to Somerset at the beginning of the war. I lived with a farm worker, his wife and two sons. One son was younger than me. He was a horrible prat. The older one I liked. He was the one who made the Spitfire. We all slept in one bedroom. They were in a double bed, and I was in a small bed. The younger one got ill, and the small bed was taken into his parent's room, so I had to sleep with Harry in the double bed. In bed cocks got hard, he felt mine, or I felt his, I have forgotten which, and the rest is history as they say. I used to toss him off regularly." "You like doing it?" "Very much." "You and Ross?" "I was in New Zealand, swimming in the sea. And this lovely man came along and swam near me. We got talking. Then one evening we went for a walk to watch the sunset. He started stroking my shoulders. It was nice. I think I stroked his leg and so on." "What do you do exactly?" "All sorts of things." When I went no further, he asked, "But you not saying no more?" "Not now. What Ross and I do is personal, between the two of us." "Do you kiss?" "Yes." "And cuddle?" "Yes." "No clothes on?" "Usually." "Toss each other off." "Yes, Zach, and I'm not going to tell you any more." "But there is more?" "Yes. But I'm not saying tonight." I laughed. He laughed. "I tried, Uncle Trev." "Yes, Zach, you did. Has what I've said been of any help?" "Yes. Mum says it is important that my first time is a good time. She said to me `I don't want you having some nasty experience with some dirty old man down some back alley. All sorts of horrible things can happen. You can get hurt, when men push their cocks up a young man's bum. You can get injured badly. Or I could get a nasty disease." "That's true. I was hurt once." His eyes and mouth opened in blank amazement. "My Dad was killed in the blitz, Zach. My Mum went to pieces.
She started having a lot of men living with her for a while, some for a couple of weeks, some a bit longer. One day I came home and caught one of them on my Mum's bed tossing himself off. He had a huge cock. I'd never seen one like it before. Harry's seemed big, but his was still growing. This man Fred, talked sweetly to me. He let me touch his cock, and he touched mine. I thought that was nice. He got me to lie face down on my Mum's bed. Before I knew what was happening he was shoving his great prick up my bum. I yelled, so he put his hand over my mouth. He shoved his cock right in. It was like a red hot poker. I bled for two or three days after, and was sore for a long while. No, Zach, your Mum's right, you don't want that to happen to you." " Ave you ad a cock up your bum since?" I grinned at him. Ross, you know that lad's charm. He'd get blood out of a stone, if he tried. I nodded. "Does it always urt?" I shook my head. "You found out enough?" "Thanks, Trev. Thanks for telling me." "That's between the two of us." "I vink my Mum might know." "Why do you say that?" "When we was talking about it, I asked her what men actually do, she said all sorts of things. I vink that's all sorts of vings.'" He grinned. "You're putting two and to together now, aren't you?" I grinned at him. He flashed the old impish Zach smile at me. "Yes, Uncle Trevor." "Zach if ever you want to talk more, then feel free to come and see me." He then looked me straight in the face. "Uncle Trev. Sorry! Trev, would you show me?" It must my turn to be open mouthed in surprise. "Are you asking me, what I think you're asking. You want your first time to be with me?" He looked at me, with his great big beseeching eyes, with great seriousness. "Yes, Trev." "But Zach. You are years younger than me. I'm forty four, and you nearly seventeen. It would be illegal, you would need to be over twenty one for it to be legal." "That's a long time to wait," he muttered. "What would your mother say? And in particular, what about Ross. We've made a sort of promise to make love only to each other. [Dear Ross, the moment I said that I remembered the except Isaac clause' in the Blenheim Concordat. But I was not going to go into that.] "We can ask him later when he comes home?" "Didn't you know, Zach. He's gone to visit his parents in New Zealand." "Oh. I thought he'd be around this evening." "No he's away for several months, I'm joining him for three weeks at Easter time." He looked at me with a beseeching look on his face. "No, Zach, no." "Don't you like me no more?" "Zach, it's not a question of liking you or not liking. It is a question of right or wrong, for all the reasons I have just given you." "Is it because I'm West Indian?" "No, Zach, not at all. In fact I had a friend from Nigeria, Kundi Akinola. We made love together often over a period of two or three years. He was a lovely man. Unfortunately he got killed by a landmine in Nigeria about six years ago." "Can it urt?" "Depends what you do. Some men can even be rough just tossing another man off." "I know you wouldn't `urt me, Uncle Trev." "No, the last thing I'd do to you would be to hurt you. You've been special for me ever since that first time when you were about four, and you ran into this room and jumped on my lap, and started giving me kisses." "How can I find someone I can trust. I can't get evacuated down to Somerset, I can't go swimming in New Zealand, so how can I find someone?" "It often just happens, Zach. It just happened with Ross and me." But then I thought of what might happen to him. We may be living in a slightly more open and tolerant society, but there are a lot of dangers around for the attractive gay youngster. There are gay men who would be only too willing to force him into things he was not ready or prepared for. In someways Zach is very street wise, but in this area is very innocent. I did some very quick thinking and decided to buy time. "Zach, what you've asked me to do for you, is one of the most wonderful and trusting things a man like me can be asked.
There are a lot of men who'd give their eye teeth to do what you've offered me. But there are also a lot of other men who given half the chance would rape you, much as I was raped by Fred years ago. I wouldn't want that to happen to you. But I've said, I'm a lot older than you. I'm old enough to be your Dad. The only men I've ever been with have either been older than me, or at the most a few months younger. I'm twenty-eight years older. You're nearly seventeen. Then there are two other people involved. There's Ross. What would he say if I told him, By the way Ross, I've been sleeping with young Zach while you were away. I hope you don't mind!' Then there's your Mum, what would she say if she found out we'd been doing these things together. She would think I'd been abusing the friendship and trust which she had placed in me." "Why don't you ask her? Find out what she'd vink? You could write to Ross, couldn't you?" He paused for a moment, and then with all the cheeky sparkle he added, "If he were ere, ver two of you could show me." "Zach, you're still a cheeky monkey." We both laughed. I thought some more. "Zach, I need to do some very careful thinking. Come and see me again in a fortnight's time." He soon went after that. I was very careful not to touch him in any way. We didn't even shake hands! I wanted to give him a hug, but I knew that if I did it might lead to something more. So my dear, Ross. What can I do to help our friend Zach?"
The letter was sent off the next morning. Trevor had written it on ordinary paper, and it cost a lot to send it by airmail.
Trevor left a note for Gloria telling her wanted to see her to talk about Zach. He suggested a time, and she came round to 37 Chelmsford Road.
"I gather, Gloria, you suggested that young Zach came round to speak to me?"
"Yes, Trev I did. I don't know what to say to help him. If I went with any one it would be with another man, and hope he wasn't like the last one I had, Zach's Dad. I knew you'd know what to say. I know you're fond of Zach, and want the best for him."
"Did he tell you what I said?"
"He told me a lot, I don't know if he told me everything."
"Did he tell you what he asked me to do?"
"Yes, and what you said. It were my idea that he asked you. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt or harm him in any way."
"Thanks for your confidence in me. I'd be the last person to take advantage of or hurt young Zach in any way. But Gloria, I'm old enough to be his father."
"Pity you're not. You'd make a damn good job of it."
"It'd be illegal. I could go to prison for it."
"Who'd know? Zach would never split, not on you. He likes you too much to say or do anything that'd hurt you. I'd never say, `cause it were my idea. Do you want him to take pot luck up some dark alley with some man he doesn't know? You'd show him, Trev, that sex and love should go together."
"Thanks, Gloria, for your trust in me."
"Do you not want to, Trev, because he's black?"
"Good Lord, no. You've seen the photos I've got upstairs haven't you. Surely you noticed the one of the Nigerian man tucking his shirt into his trousers with a broad grin on his face. That photo was taken immediately after the first time we made love. That's why there is that grin on his face. That man was Kundi. We were lovers for two years or so before he had to go back to Nigeria. No, it is certainly not because of the colour of Zach's skin. He is a handsome good looking young man. You know I've always liked him. No, the trouble is the law, but in some ways that is a minor consideration in these circumstances. I know I could trust you and Zach. There are two difficulties. First, I am so much older than Zach. Second, there is Ross. I love Ross,
and will do nothing that might endanger our relationship in any way. I've written to him, but don't know when I'll get a reply."
"I wouldn't want you to endanger your relationship with Ross. No way! I've told Zach he can never be Number One with you. Ross is your Number One, special. I think he understands that."
"There is something that surprises me, Gloria. Zach has not even been engaged in any mutual tossing off with another boy from school. I know a lot of boys do that, and it's just a stage in our growing up."
Gloria was thoughtful for a moment. "Zach had a lot of friends when he was first at school. As you know he were such a happy boy. When he went up into the next school things were different. He became quite a lonely kid. I began to worry about him. It didn't seem to be normal. I know he was bullied a bit at school. I could never get to the bottom of it, and find out the reason why. When he took a girl to the flicks things changed. He seemed more accepted by the other boys at school. He made a few friends. But deep in himself he seemed even more uncertain. I eventually took the bull by the tail and asked him what was troubling him. It were then that he tried to tell me, and I began to think he were one of these men who prefers men to women."
They talked for a further half an hour. When Gloria stood up to go, she put her hands on Trevor's elbows, and looked him full in the face. "I would trust you with Zach anywhere. I know you'd never hurt or take advantage of him. You know from your relationship with Ross, that sex and love should go together. You love Zach, I know that. You'd help him with his schooling if asked. You'd advise him about money matters. You'd help him in any other problem. Please, try to see your way to helping him with this one. I want the best for him, and I know you'd give him the best."
Over the next ten days Trevor found himself repeatedly weighing up the pros and cons of the dilemma he was in. A further factor came into his mind. If he did do what Zach and his mother were asking of him, what would happen if Zach got a fixation on Trevor. What would happen if Zach fell head over heels in love with Trevor. How would his relationship with Ross be if that happened. He decided to try and talk to Ross on the phone. He knew that was likely to be unsatisfactory in many ways, but it would enable him to get some idea of what Ross thought about it. If Ross was totally against going along with Zach then that would settle the issue once and for all.
Ringing New Zealand was not straight forward in those days. He knew that New Zealand was twelve hours ahead of GMT [Greenwich Mean Time] so if he rang at 9.00 in the evening it would be 9.00 in the morning the other side of the world. He reserved a call for 9.00 the following evening to Ross' parents. He only hoped that Ross would be there.
When he arrived back from work the next day, there was a letter from New Zealand in Ross' handwriting. He breathed a sigh of relief as he tore it open. Ross must have replied immediately to Trevor's letter. Now he would know what Ross thought.
My dearest Trevor, You don't know how much I am missing you. It is so lonely in this bed without you. I get into it each night and remember our times together. I walk around, and remember you. We argued about politics here, or religion there. That's were you argued that Shakespeare was a second rate playwright, and not to be compared with Bernard Shaw! I am counting the days until you arrive. Mum and Dad are fine, and send their love. They are both looking that bit older, and are slowing down a bit. Don, my eldest brother, is taking on more and more responsibility around the place. Dad seems increasingly happy for him to make big decisions. I am off to Australia for a few days tomorrow. Don't know exactly when I'll be back. But I know I'll be at Christchurch to watch the plane land that is bringing the great love of my life to me."
Trevor put the letter down. What was he to do now?
He made the phone call through to New Zealand. A delighted Ada answered. Ross was still in Australia and she did not know when he was going to be back. Trevor's letter had arrived a couple of hours after Ross had left. Yes, she'd ask Ross to get in touch as soon as he was back.
Exactly a fortnight after his first visit Zach came round again to see Trevor. They sat facing each other in the two small comfortable chairs each side of the fireplace in the small living room of 37 Chelmsford Road.
"'Ave you `eard from Ross?"
"No. I rang his folk. He's in Australia and they don't know when he's going to be back. He'll contact me as soon as he gets back, I'm sure."
"When do you go off to New Zealand?"
"Four weeks time."
"'Ow long will you be away?"
"Three weeks. I get back just before the summer term starts."
The looked at each other. Zach with a slight pleading look in his eyes; Trevor with a thoughtful frown.
"Zach, I presume you've been thinking over things over the last two weeks?"
Zach nodded.
"You still think you're really attracted to men and not women?"
Zach nodded. "I vink I'm more sure."
"You still want me to do it with you the first time. I'm much older than you. I haven't got the figure I used to have. There are one or two creases and wrinkles around nowadays." He smiled at Zach.
"You look all right to me."
"But it's illegal. If we were found out I'd go to prison for abusing a minor."
"I'd never split on yer, Trev. And I'd come as often as I could to visit yer in prison." The broad grin of the old Zach was back on his face.
Trevor laughed.
They sat looking at each other again.
"I've been giving it a lot of thought. If Ross says he's unhappy that's it. It is `no can do', understand."
"I understand. But what if you don't hear from Ross before you go away. That's a bloody long time."
"I know, Zach. I know that. But I should hear from Ross before then." Trevor paused, and took a deep breath. "But if I don't hear from him, then I suggest you come round here for the weekend before I fly off to New Zealand. We would then have plenty of time together, we wouldn't want to rush things, would we?"
Zach's face lit up. "Thanks Trev, you're more than a perfect uncle." He immediately started talking about school, and what he hoped to do when he left school. It was as though a great cloud had been lifted, there was joy and fun back for Zach.
Each day Trevor looked for a letter from New Zealand, none came. Whenever the phone rang he hoped it was Ross, but it never was. The two weeks were busy ones for Trevor. He was getting things ready for his trip to the Antipodes. He was looking forward to being with Ross again, but never far from his mind was the thought of Zach. If it came to it he would make sure that the first time for Zach was as good as ever it could be.
Trevor got back home about 6.00pm on that Friday evening. There were three letters on the mat inside the front door, none of which had a New Zealand stamp. Zach was due round at 7.30pm so he had an hour and half to prepare a meal and have a bath. It was a simple meal, fish in a cheese sauce baked in the oven, and a bread and butter pudding. He hoped that both would be to Zach's taste.
Almost on the dot of 7.30pm the door bell rang. It was Zach.
"Have you heard from Ross?" was the first thing Zach asked.
"No I'm afraid not."
Zach sounded a note of disappointment. He put the small bag he was carrying on the floor and followed Trevor into the living room.
"I hope you like what I've got for our meal. It's nothing special. Fish?"
"Nice."
"Followed by bread and butter pudding."
Zach's face lit up. "Great! That's a favourite."
"Let's eat straight away. Sit down." Trevor pointed to the seat at the table where he had always sat as a boy. He was going to sit in Isaac's place. Trevor brought in the first course of their meal. He had no sooner dished out the food when there was a ring at the door. "Who on earth can that be. I hope it's not J.Ws. or someone I will have to invite in."
Trevor got up and went to the front door. He opened it to find his next door neighbour standing there. "Trevor, this arrived for you this afternoon. I would have brought it round earlier but I had to go out before you got back from work, and I've only just got in." She handed Trevor the orange coloured envelope of a telegram.
"Thanks," said Trevor. "I wonder who it's from?"
"Hope it's not bad news," said the neighbour as she closed the front gate.
Trevor closed the front door and began to open the envelope as he walked into the living room. He pulled out the telegram and read, RECKON ISAAC EXEMPTION APPLIES IN BLENHEIM CONCORDAT. GO AHEAD. LOVE TO BOTH. ROSS.
Zach looked up at Trevor as he came back into the room, and watched his face change from a puzzled frown to a broad grin.
Trevor handed the telegram to Zach. He read it through, and looked up at Trevor. "So it's all right then?"
"Yes, Ross is happy." Trevor patted Zach's shoulder as he sat down. The first physical contact between them.
They looked at each other and exchanged happy smiles, and tucked into their meal. Trevor asked Zach about his week at school. Zach did not like school, and in no way was an academic. He was looking forward to when he would leave. They started talking about the jobs that Zach might do after leaving school. They gradually relaxed with each other. They were now beginning to establish a new level of relationship. It was no longer a child with an adult, it was a young adult with an older adult. Trevor very definitely treated Zach as an adult, and Zach responded. All the old fun and humour was there, but he began to appreciate and enjoy being treated as an adult by this man who had meant so much to him over the last twelve or more years.
Zach welcomed the bread and butter pudding. "Mum makes it as a special treat, because she knows `ow much I like it."
He had three large helpings, much to Trevor's amusement and pleasure.
They had finished and were just about to clear away when the telephone rang. This was out in the hall, so Trevor got up to answer it.
"Leyton 4321," said Trevor.
A crackly voice came from the other end. "Hi love, it's me, Ross."
"Ross!" shouted Trevor in joy.
Zach got up and stood in the door way, wondering if Ross was having second thoughts.
"Have you got my telegram?"
"Yes, got it about half an hour or so ago."
"Good. Thought I'd ring, just to make sure, and give you both my blessing. Can you get together with Zach before you fly out here next week."
"He's here with me now."
"Good, Can you spend the weekend together?"
"Yes. That's the idea."
"You're a lucky old Pom. Zach's a lovely lad. Hope you both have a wonderful time."
"Would you like to speak to him?"
"Yea. Put him on."
Trevor handed the telephone over to Zach.
"Hi Zach. I hope you have a weekend you'll remember with happiness all the rest of your life."
"I'm sure..."
But Ross just carried on. "Zach boy, you couldn't wish for a better man for your first time. He's the best lover in the whole world. Take care of him for me. Remember he's an old man."
Zach laughed. Ross's words were heard by Trevor, "I'll give you old man. You Kiwi geriatric, you're every bit of six months older than me," shouted Trevor down the phone.
"Tell him I can't wait for next week when he gets out here. So Zach, don't exhaust the old codger, leave something of him for me. I must go, as this call is costing a bomb."
Goodbyes were shouted down the phone.
"Are you happier, Trev?" asked Zach.
"Yes, very." As they went back into the living room Trevor briefly put his arm round Zach's shoulder. "Washing up, and then some coffee?"
Zach nodded.
"You any good at wiping up?"
"I ave to do it at ome," answered Zach, pulling a long face.
The washing up was quickly done. "I've lit the fire in the front room," said Trevor. "You go and sit in there and I'll bring in the coffee."
Three minutes later Trevor followed Zach into the front room.
That front room was furnished like many small front rooms of terraced houses in the suburbs of London. Either side of the fire was an arm chair, and in front of the fire was a settee.
Zach had gone and sat in one of the arm chairs.
"Come and sit on the settee," said Trevor.
Zach moved, and Trevor handed him a cup of coffee. "Sugar?"
"Please."
"How many?"
"Two, please."
Trevor put two spoonfuls of sugar in Zach's cup and stirred it, before handing it to him. Trevor sat down alongside Zach, and placed his own coffee on the low table in front of them. Zach placed his alongside. The fire was casting a cheerful glow.
"I don't think we need the overhead light on." Trevor got up and switched the light off, and returned to his seat. He put his arm round Zach's shoulders. "Happy?"
"Yes."
"So am I. You used to like sitting on my lap or close to me when you were small."
"I still do." Zach turned his face and gave Trevor a smile.
Trevor gently stroked the lobe of Zach's ear. He was rewarded with another smile.
"Like that?" asked Trevor.
Zach nodded.
Trevor brought his other arm round and pulled Zach closer. Zach responded to the invitation by leaning against Trevor.
Trevor turned his head and placed a gentle kiss on Zach's forehead.
Zach turned his face towards Trevor, who placed his lips against Zach's and gave him a gentle kiss.
"It's like old times, uncle Trevor, only much, much better." Zach kissed Trevor in a similar gentle way. Zach shuffled himself even closer to Trevor. They exchanged kisses. At first the gentle and fairly short. Gradually they got longer, and more passionate. Then Trevor flicked his tongue over Zach's lips. The young man gave a deep contented sigh.
"Trev," whispered Zach. "I've got a massive `ard on."
"Good. Let me tell you a secret, so have I!"
"I've got to adjust it." He put his hand to his crotch. "That feels better."
Trevor did the same. They continued kissing, but now Trevor brought his hand up to stroke Zach's cheek and neck.
Zach opened his mouth and Trevor's tongue made its entry. Zach responded with his tongue. It was still very gentle, but there was great feeling and enjoyment there.
"I didn't know vat kissing a man could be so great," said Zach.
Trevor felt two almost contradictory things happening in Zach,
as they kissed and he held him close. Zach relaxed more and more, he was enjoying every moment, but on the other hand there was a steadily mounting intensity and passion in Zach's kissing.
Trevor put his hand down onto Zach's thigh. He slowly rubbed the lad's leg. Then he started to undo the zip on Zach's jeans.
Zach turned to look down as Trevor put his hand in, felt a round, and brought the cock out into the open.
"It's grown a lot since I last saw him," said Trevor. He put his hand round it and pulled the foreskin down to reveal the glans. But that was more than enough for Zach. With a groan that was a mixture of ecstasy and distress, his cock erupted.
A series of powerful squirts sprayed out, shooting a couple of feet. The drops went everywhere. Onto Trevor's face, chest and trousers, and similarly all over Zach.
Zach was mortified. Trevor burst out laughing.
"I'm so sorry, Trev. It's gone all over you. I couldn't do anything about it. I tried to `old it back, but I just lost it."
Trevor's laughter simmered down to a chuckle. "That's all right. That's was one of the best fountains of life I've ever seen. Tell me, when did you last have a wank."
"Three days ago. I was saving it up for this weekend."
Trevor laughed again. "My dear Zach. If you are anything like me at your age, you can do it on the hour, every hour, twenty four hours a day, seven days a week." He pulled a clean handkerchief out of a pocket and handed it to Zach. "Here you are. Clean yourself up with this." From another pocket he produced a used handkerchief and used it on himself.
[Isaac had always insisted on having a clean handkerchief in reserve!] Trevor sniffed. "And that wonderful clean smell of a young man's semen!"
When they had cleaned themselves up Trevor suggested that they went upstairs. Trevor led the way into the middle bedroom. He had decided that he did not want to make love to Zach in the bed that only he and Ross had used. Somewhere at the back of his mind was a quotation about keeping the marriage bed undefiled. He did not know where it came from, and thought that whoever had said it would not have thought the marriage bed was being kept undefiled with what went on took place on the bed in the next room!
Zach still felt upset over what had happened. "I'm so sorry about what happened downstairs."
"My dear Zach, there was nothing to be sorry about. Come here."
Zach stepped closed to Trevor, who put his arms round him, and gave him a kiss. Zach responded, putting his arms round Trevor.
"That cock of yours is still hard. I bet it could shoot a good load again already," said Trevor.
"Maybe, but I want to see your cock. I've never seen it. I tried once."
"When was that?"
"When you came back from New Zealand and slept in my bed. I climbed into bed wiv you while you was still asleep. I tried to look ven, but you `ad your pants on."
Trevor put his hands on either side of Zach's face and pulling him close, covered his face with kisses. "You cheeky young imp." He stepped a half pace back. "Well if you want to see my family jewels you'd better investigate."
Zach looked up into Trevor's eyes, with `query' written all over this face.
Trevor grinned and gave a slight nod.
"Can I undress you?"
"If you wish." Trevor was delighted that Zach was taking some initiative.
He began by undoing Trevor's shirt buttons. He soon saw the hairy chest. "I'd forgotten you was airy." Trevor undid his own cuff buttons, and Zach pulled the shirt out of Trevor's trousers, and took it off. He ran his hands through the thick hair. He knelt down and then undid the belt holding up Trevor's trousers, and pulled down the zip. "You're ard too!"
"What do you expect with a sexy young man undressing me."
"You think I'm sexy?"
"Yes, very."
Zach removed the trousers so that Trevor stood in his stocking feet and his white Y front pants. These were tented out, with a large damp patch. Zach reached up and slowly pulled these down. Trevor's cock and balls were fully revealed just inches from Zach's face. He just looked.
"I don't think I have ever looked so closely at someone's cock and balls, not even my own."
"Am I all right?" asked Trevor. "You can touch me. I don't bite."
Zach's hand came up. One went round Trevor's cock, and the other softly cupped his balls.
"Do I pass muster?"
"Yes," was simple answer. "What's that?" asked Zach, pointing at the faint scar at the top of Trevor's right thigh."
"That's where I was wounded in Korea."
"I knew you'd been vere, I didn't know you was wounded."
"I'll tell you the story sometime. But right now I'd want to see you. All of you as naked as me."
Zach stood up, and in a flurry of arms, legs and flying clothes he stood naked in front of Trevor, with his arms outstretched above his head.
For a moment Trevor just looked. Before him stood the teenager, nearly seventeen. He looked more man than boy, but definitely a young man. His body was well proportioned, though he was not as tall as Trevor. His skin was a slightly lighter brown than Kundi's had been. His skin glowed with health and vigour. For a brief moment Trevor sought in his mind for a word that would describe the texture of Zach's skin -silk?, satin? velvet? No word was adequate; the healthy skin and body of a young person on the verge of maturity is unique, beyond any comparison that a mere word could make.
Trevor stepped closer, grasped Zach, and pressed against him. Their cocks made close contact, and were pushed together. Arms went round each other; they embraced tightly.
"You're a wonderful young man, Zach. I like all that I can see and feel."
"And you're not too bad for an old man!" laughed Zach.
"You cheeky monkey!" Trevor started tickling Zach, who laughed and wriggled to get away from Trevor. They collapsed onto the bed. They continued to wrestle, and then they started kissing, and enjoying their closeness.
"Just lie on your back, and leave it all to me," ordered Trevor.
Zach obeyed wondering what Trevor was going to do. He knelt with his knees each side of Zach and began to kiss his face. Then he lowed his head so the he could lick and nip Zach's nipples with his lips. They hardened with this attention, but there was not further reaction from Zach. Trevor reached down and grasped Zach's cock. "You've got a very nice piece of equipment down there."
"If you play with it much more that bit of equipment will work again."
"Good, that's what I am hoping." Trevor enjoyed pulling Zach's foreskin up and down, seeing the purple dome appear and disappear again. Zach's breathing became deeper and more hurried. He began to writhe with pleasure. Then it came, not as much as three quarters of an hour before, but still a sizeable quantity. The white spunk again sprayed out. "I could watch that a hundred times and not get bored."
When Zach recovered he turned to Trevor. "Can I do it to you?"
"If you wish."
Zach began by an exploratory touching of Trevor's cock. "It feels strange olding somebody else's cock. It's so ard, and yet so soft, the outside part."
"Like your own?"
"Yea, but it's different."
"You don't mind?"
"No, I like it." Zach began to do the necessary, and soon there was a load of Trevor's spunk shooting into view.
"Thanks, Zach. That was good."
When they had done the necessary mopping up, that lay in each other's.
"Happy?" asked Trevor.
Zach nodded. "I should say!" He gave Trevor a long kiss.
"One of the things that you have to learn is that men are not all turned on by the same things. Part of the fun is discovering what really gets the man you're with going. Earlier I played a bit with your nipples. They hardened, but I don't think it did a great deal for you, did it?"
"No. Should it `ave done?"
"It's not a question of whether it should or should not have done. It just didn't. When I do that to Ross, he's immediately switched on. He likes having his nipples pinched really hard, the harder the better. He starts calling out for more and more of it. During the time we have to together I'm going to try and discover your sensitive areas. Sometimes they are called erogenous zones."
"What are yours?"
"I'm not going to tell you. You must try to discover them yourself. Often a man does to you what he likes having done to himself. I'm like you, not switched on by having my nipples pinched. It took me a while to discover that that was what Ross liked. If the two of you got together I expect Ross would very quickly do something to your nipples to see, much as I did a little while ago."
"Thanks for telling me vat. But are you `appy. Trev. About Ross and everythin'?"
"I'm happy, because he has given us his blessing. But I am looking forward to seeing him on Monday week."
"How soon will you.....?"
"You're an inquisitive young man," replied Trevor with a laugh. "He'll meet me at the airport, and I expect we'll go off into the bush somewhere for some love making before we get back to where his parents live."
"In the open air?"
"Yea. We both like it, and do it a lot in the open."
"Aren't there snakes and creepy crawlies in New Zealand?"
"No snakes. There are horrid little sand flies that bite. But I've been bitten so many times I'm immune to their bites."
They heard the clock downstairs strike ten.
"Young men like you need their beauty sleep. I need to go to the loo, shall I get us some cocoa, or chocolate, and then we can settle down for the night?"
"I need ver bog too. I can clean my teeth. Mum always insists on vat before going to bed."
"Quite right too," was Trevor's comment.
They went downstairs. Zach went through the bathroom first and went back upstairs. Trevor followed him into the bathroom and made a hot drink for them both.
"Here's your drink."
They stood looking at each other, as they stood naked drinking their cocoa.
"I like what I can see," said Trevor.
Zach finished his drink and came and put his arms round Trevor. "I like everythin' about you, Uncle Trev."
They got into bed and snuggled up to each other. Trevor's hand went down and felt Zach's already hardening cock. "I never thought when I used to bath you, that I'd end up doing this to you."
"I vink vat from ver first time I liked you bathing me. If you carry on wiv vat I shoot another load."
"Want to?"
"Please."
It did not take long before Zach was shooting his third load of the evening. Trevor worked it out that it was three times in less than three hours. `What it is to be a teenager' he thought!
"Thanks Trev," said Zach in a voice that showed he was close to sleep. He turned on to his side with his back to Trevor.
Trevor turned and cuddled up to Zach, and put an arm over him. He remembered the countless times Isaac had done that to him in the next room. He realised just how much he loved young Zach. He was a good young man, and what a privilege and pleasure it had been to spend such an evening with him. It was Zach's first time. For both of them it was special. They would both remember it. Then he began to wonder if he was not in a similar relationship to Zach, as he had been to Isaac. A friend? A teacher? As lovers? Could he and Ross be `sort of fathers' to this young man. In the complexities of such relationships he drifted off to sleep.
Trevor woke first the next morning. For a moment he thought Ross was in bed with him, and then in the growing light of day, he saw the dark skin and African hair of Zach's head and neck. Carefully, without waking the lad, he got out of bed and made his way downstairs.
Zach was still fast asleep when he returned carrying a tray with a pot of tea on it. Trevor put the tray down, and got back into bed. He gently kissed the back of Zach's neck.
The young man stirred, opened his eyes, and looked around. He gave Trevor a broad grin. "I didn't know where I was."
He caught hold of Trevor's hand and pulled it down to his crotch.
There was one very hard penis.
"Three times last night, and you're still up and ready for it.
I've brought you up some tea."
Zach sat up. "Need a piss." He got out of bed, and with his cock rampant before him made his way downstairs. He was soon back, and they sat side by side in the bed drinking their tea. Trevor was reminded of how often he and Isaac had done just that on a Saturday morning, and how it was also a part of the ritual with Ross.
Zach finished first, and put his empty mug down, and felt Trevor's thigh. He moved his hands slowly up from the knee towards Trevor's groin. As he got higher, Trevor groaned, and quickly put his mug down.
"You like that, Trev."
Trevor nodded.
"That one of your special places?"
Trevor nodded again.
"You hard yet?"
"Yes, young man, I am. Do that to me, and I'm soon rock hard."
"Good." Zach then took hold of Trevor's cock, and at the same time gave him a series of deep long kisses.
Trevor's hand gently rubbed Zach back, but otherwise let him carry on. Zach turned back the bedclothes so that he could watch. It was not long before there was a small fountain of spunk shooting from Trevor's cock. It no longer shot quite as a far as it did when he was Zach's age.
When he had recovered Trevor did the same to Zach. It was not long before he shot his first load of the day.
They cuddled together for several minutes.
"Breakfast?"
"Yes. I'm hungry."
"Good so am I. I'll go down first and have a shave, and a bath, and then while you go through the bathroom I'll get breakfast. That all right?"
Trevor got breakfast. There was a grapefruit, and some cereal, a choice of weetabix or Kellogg's cornflakes. Then there was a full cooked breakfast,
fried bacon, sausage, egg, mushrooms, tomatoes and fried bread.
When Zach saw it his eyes opened wide. "I never ave all vat at ome."
"Today is a special occasion. You've got to keep your strength up. Or should I say keep your cock up so you can continue to shoot on the hour every hour."
They both laughed and tucked in. They cleared away the meal, and washed up the dirty things.
"Well Zach, what do you want to do this morning. I'm taking you out this afternoon."
"Where to?"
"I thought you might like to go to White Hart Lane to see the Spurs versus Arsenal match."
Zach's eyes lit up. "Cor! I've never been vere."
Trevor grinned. "Good. But what do you want to do this morning."
They stood looking at each other. Zach slowly broke into a rather embarrassed grin.
Trevor grinned back. "More of `on the hour every hour?'"
Zach nodded.
Trevor took the step to get close to Zach. He put his arms round him, and kissed him. "You're just wonderful. You're becoming rather special."
Suddenly Zach was serious. He pulled a half pace back. "Trev, I know I can never be number one with you. I don't want to be number one, because of Ross. But can I be number two?"
"I will have to talk it all over with Ross when I see him next week. It is still largely up to him. If he sees you as a possible threat to the relationship between him and me, he will say so. We are always completely open with each other. If he is unhappy, then this weekend must be the first and last time for us both. I'll have to see what he says."
Zach looked thoughtful. "Mum would say something aboutit being in God's hands, and trusting Him."
"That's one way of looking at it. I am sure if we are all true to ourselves what is for the long term best will happen. Now let us go up stairs, my dear Zach, and continue with your education, or initiation into the joys of sex between two men."
"I do like it, Trev, when you call me a man," said Zach, his cheerful grin back on his face.
They went upstairs, and undressed. They stood looking at each other. Both cocks responded, Zach quicker than Trevor's for youth is quicker than age in these matters. Each watched the other's cock as it hardened, straightened, and two darker rosy heads appeared out of the foreskins. Zach's cock had one of those elongated heads, so a watcher was always fascinated as it hardened. You could watch the head moving up the foreskin. Quite quickly the tip would appear but even with Zach it seemed to take a while before the whole of the head was out of the foreskin.
"Ross, too, likes watching that happen."
Zach climbed onto the bed, lay on his back and stretched out his arms for Trevor to come on top of him. They cuddled each other for several minutes.
"Now, I'm going to do something different. I just want you to lie back, and enjoy it. Let me make love to you. Don't feel you have to do a thing. If you are enjoying it, you can let me know by the movements and sounds you make." Trevor raised himself off Zach, but on all fours bent over him. He began to kiss Zach's face. He went round to one side of his face, and kissed and sucked Zach's ear. There was a sharp intake of breath, followed by a long appreciative sigh. He continued to kiss, lick and nibble with his lips at Zach's neck. There was less response. So he moved down. He passed over Zach's nipples quickly, for he knew that did not arouse him. When he came to the navel, Zach started giggling, he was obviously ticklish at that point. He came to Zach's crotch. He used his mouth to attend to Zach's balls and groin. The murmurs of appreciation grew loud again. He then turned to Zach's perineum. Zach open his legs as wide as he could. The murmurs became words, "Trev, that's wonderful," and much more. Trevor worked his way up Zach's cock and finally took it into his mouth. "Trev! Trev!" was the repeated response. He swirled isHIS tongue round the cock, tasting the prolific preliminary juices that were flowing from it. Trev made noises of appreciation from deep within his throat. Zach began to buck up and down.
Trevor let Zach's movements decide the pace and depth. With a great cry of ecstasy Zach's spunk shot powerful jets into Trevor's mouth.
It was several minutes before they both recovered. Zach clung to Trevor, "Trev, that was wonderful. I never ever dreamt of such feelings. Thank you, thank you." Trevor's face was covered in a welter of kisses.
"It's good isn't it? Isaac loved doing that to me, and he's good at it."
"Isaac, your guardian?"
Trevor put his mouth close to Zach's ear. "I think I need to tell you a story. Once upon a time there was a baby boy born in the backstreets of Limehouse. When war broke out he was sent down to Somerset where he lived with a farm worker and his wife and two sons. The older boy liked to be tossed off, and the London boy liked tossing him off. When the boy had to return to London the older boy gave him a wooden Spitfire that he had made. He came back to a London of the Battle of Britain, and then the blitz on London. The boy's father was killed when trying to rescue a couple of children from a bomb damaged building. The boy's mother started having various men live with her. One of them named Fred savagely raped the boy. The boy began to run wild. He began getting up to no good. Then he got involved with a man called Bill. He ran a racket of having boys that he let out to men for sex. That boy became one of those. One day he was taken to a Jew who lived at 37 Chelmsford Road Leytonstone. The Jew who was called Isaac, was kind to the boy that first time. They talked, and kissed and cuddled. The next week the boy decided he wanted to meet Isaac again, so he went back. But Isaac was out. It was a bitterly cold December day and boy stood wet and shivering on the door step. Eventually Isaac came home, and took the boy in, undressed him, gave him a hot drink, and got into bed with him to help warm him up. Isaac loved the boy and brought him up as both his son and lover. The boy loved, and still loves, Isaac very much. For many years they used to make love to each other, and Isaac loved sucking the boy's cock until the love juice poured forth and filled his mouth."
"I'ad no idea, vat you `ad that sort of story. Vanks for tellin' me." They kissed and cuddled for a while. "Can I do to you what you've just done to me?"
"If you want to? But you don't have to."
Zach repeated what Trevor had just done to him.
When they had both recovered it was time to get something to eat before going off to Tottenham for the football match.
They enjoyed the match. Spurs won. Zach shouted his head off in enthusiastic support of the home team.
When they got back to Leytonstone Trevor sent Zach out to buy some fish and chips, while he warmed some plates and laid the table. [I know that Kundi enjoyed eating fish and chips outside from the newspaper, as in those days many did. But it is also possible to bring fish and chips back and eat them at home.]
"What do you want to drink?" asked Trevor when Zach returned.
"Beer or some wine."
"Wine? I've never drunk wine!"
"Wine let it be. Another first time for you." Trevor gave Zach a kiss before going into the kitchen and removing a bottle of white wine from the fridge. They ate their fish and chips with enthusiasm, and Zach decided he liked the wine. They cleared the table and washed up. They went into the front room and sat close together on the settee watching television for an hour. When the programme they had watched was over Trevor asked.
"What do you want to do now?"
Zach just raised his eyes to the ceiling and grinned.
"Teenagers!" laughed Trevor. "But let's have a bath first, and then when we want to we can just settle down for the night. It's about time I bathed you."
"Can I bath you too?" Zach's very white teeth flashed as he laughed.
"If you wish." Trevor gave Zach a kiss, stood up and pulled Zach onto his feet. They had a quick hug, and went through into the bathroom.
Trevor turned on the taps, and Zach started to undress. Trevor watched. "I love watching you reveal your all to me. Look what it is doing?" Trevor thrust his crotch forward and the outline of his stiffening cock was clearly visible.
"You're just a horny old man. I'm glad I have that effect on you." Zach stepped into the bath, and revealed that he too was getting aroused. He was surprised when Trevor undressed and went to get into the bath.
"Move up. There's room for two in this bath."
"You done it before?"
"Yes, with Isaac many many times, especially when I was young, and the hot water had to be heated by the back boiler. But also a number of times with Kundi."
"Kundi?"
They sat facing each other. "Another story," said Trevor, "Once upon a time there was a student from Leytonstone studying at Nottingham for his second degree. Also there was an undergraduate from Nigeria, studying to be an engineer. They got to know each other. The student from Leytonstone took the student from Nigeria to visit various places. They became friends. They had a lot of fun and laughter. The student from Nigeria called his cock his dong. He said that his dong was fourteen inches long."
"Was it?"
Trevor shook his head. "One hot summer's day they went for a walk in Sherwood Forest."
"Robin Hood?"
Trevor nodded. "They found a deserted field and relaxed in the sun. There was more teasing about the size of the Nigerian's dong. The Nigerian said that the student from Leytonstone could see it if he really wanted to. So the student from Leytonstone undid the flies on the Nigerian's trousers and pulled out his cock."
"Was it big?"
"Slightly bigger than mine. The Nigerian then wanted to see the other man's cock, so he undid the other's trousers and pulled out his cock. They undressed so that they could see each other properly. They had a very active cuddle rolling around on the grass. Then the Englishman tossed off the Nigerian and he shot the biggest and whitest load of spunk the Englishman had, and has ever seen."
"You've led an interesting life, Trev."
"That was the beginning of a very good loving relationship that lasted until the Nigerian had to return home. Now stand up and I will soap you all over just like I used to when you were a little boy."
Zach stood up. "I always liked vat. Ver way you rubbed your `ands all over me. It felt different to Mum."
Trevor started to soap Zach all over. "This has grown a bit over the years," said Trevor as carefully and gently washed Zach's vital parts.
When he was covered in lather Zach got down into the water, and rose shining wet in all his beauty. "I can't wait to get you back into bed."
"But your turn first." Zach carefully soaped Trevor all over, paying particular attention to all the intimate places.
"I suppose this hasn't grown any since those days?"
"I don't think so."
When the washing was over and the water beginning to cool they got out of the bath, and Dried themselves quickly. Zach bounded upstairs three at a time; Trevor followed more slowly admiring both the agility of the teenager and the beauty of his body. Once in bed they got close together. After a while Zach rolled over onto his back. Trevor's hand wandered over Zach's chest, and downwards. As he stroked his stomach there was again the response of a deep contented sigh.
"You like that?"
"Yes, very much." Trevor continue to rub gently Zach's stomach. He then moved his attention further down. With a finger he touched and stroked the younger man's perineum. He opened his legs wider to give Trevor freer access. Then Trevor's finger began to explore further back, seeking out the sensitive entrance into Zach's body. As his finger lightly ran over the entrance there was a sigh of pleasure from Zach. "Oh, I do like that." Trevor's finger continued its gentle movements, and then began to press harder. Zach was so relaxed and trusting that the finger slipped in easily.
"How do you like that?" asked Trevor.
"Fine. Great!"
"How would you like my cock in there?"
"Won't it `urt, like when Fred did it to you."
"It'll probably hurt a bit. Fred just pushed it in. I'll be gentle, and put some Vaseline there to help. If it hurts too much we'll stop."
"Do you and Ross?"
"Quite often."
"Did you and Isaac?"
"Yes."
There was a pause. "Can I to you?"
"If you want." Trevor's finger continued to move around inside Zach. "I'm going to put some Vaseline down there, and try to get a couple of fingers in."
This took a couple of minutes, and now Trevor was able to stretch Zach and prepare for penetration. "Get on your knees with you bum in the air." Zach knelt on the bed with his bum in the air, and his head down on the pillow.
"Did you know, you've got a beautiful bum. Two lovely brown bum cheeks. They're perfect." Trevor gave each one a long kiss, and then reinserted one finger. Very soon the second was in. Trevor withdrew his fingers, and placed his cock head on the puckered hole. He began to push. He sensed the pain in Zach and immediately stopped. Once Zach relaxed he began to push again. Slowly bit by bit, by stopping and starting Trevor's cock penetrated.
"I can feel your balls," came the muffled voice of Zach still buried in the pillow.
"I'm right in now. You all right?"
"I feel so full."
Trevor remained still, and felt Zach relax again. He began to move, very slow slight movements at first. Zach's head came up, and he began to push back. He wanted more. Gradually Trevor increased the strength of his thrusts into Zach. But all too soon it was too much for Trevor. His cock throbbed inside Zach as it shot a full load of spunk deep inside the young man. Trevor's cock soon lost its strength and slipped out of Zach.
They lay side by side looking at each other. There was a look of wonder and joy on Zach's face. "Thank you, Trev, that was wonderful. Each time you've done something new to me, I have thought nothing can be better than that."
Trevor kissed Zach. "You know something? I've always been fond, no let's use a stronger word, I've always loved you, ever since you were a small boy. I love you very much, Zach. And even if, after this weekend, we never do anything like it again, I shall always love you. Know Zach, that I'll always be there for you.
They lay quietly in each other's arms for a while.
"The Americans would say that `you've just lost your cherry.'
Zach laughed as he had never heard that expression before. "I'm glad I lost it to you. I'll always remember my first time, vat it were wiv you."
"Do you want to do it to me?"
"Please, Trev."
"We'll try a different position."
Trevor got on his back, and pulled his knees up and raised his bum from the bed. Zach prepared them both, and quickly and easily slipped his cock into Trevor. He only made a couple of thrusts before he was depositing his load deep inside Trevor.
"I came too quickly," said an exasperated Zach.
"Usually happens the first time. I hope you do it many many times with men you love. It's when you love, that it's best. You can do other things, especially tossing each other off, that is not so meaningful. But fucking, screwing, shagging, whatever word you want to use should be kept for those you really like."
"What about sucking a person off?"
"That comes somewhere between."
With that they settled down to sleep. Once again Zach curled up with his back to Trevor, who spooned up behind the lad, and put an arm over him.
"Thanks Trev, for everything."
"Thank you. I've enjoyed every minute with you. Love you."
"Love you too."
The next morning, the Sunday morning, they both woke about the same time. "My turn to get the tea," announced Zach leaping out of bed.
Trevor's eyes followed the slim brown form of Zach as it draped a dressing gown round itself, covering its nakedness, before disappearing downstairs. Trevor needed to visit the loo, and followed more slowly. He came upstairs as Zach was still getting the tea.
When Zach came upstairs he found Trevor sitting up in bed with the photographs and the Spitfire from the front bedroom. Zach poured out the tea, and they sat up in bed close to each other, sipping their hot tea.
Trevor lent over and gave Zach a kiss. "Thanks for getting the tea."
"Vank you, uncle Trevor, for everything. This `as been ver most wonderful weekend of my life."
Trevor smiled. "Good."
"Not just because of what we've done wiv our cocks and vings."
He paused, and looked shyly at Trevor. "Also because I know vat you like me. Even if we never do vis again I know you're vere for me."
Trevor put his arm round Zach and held him close. "Yes, even if we never do this again, I shall be there for you. You are very, very special to me. And thank you for a very special weekend." Trevor kissed the tip of Zach's nose. "I've bought some photos in for you to see, and I'll tell you about. But first let me tell you a bit more about this Spitfire."
"What was ver boy's name who made it?"
"Harry."
"Do you know what happened to him?"
"No. I went back to try and find out about him, but I didn't succeed. I've often wondered about him. We were caught doing it once."
Zach looked up at Trevor. "What happened?"
"We were in a barn. Harry's father came in and caught us. He took off his belt and gave Harry ten of the best. There were great red marks on his bum."
"Did `e beat you?
"No. Though he said I deserved it. Harry took all the blame, and through his tears asked to receive the beating that he thought I was going to get."
"Cor. `E sounds a special sort of kid."
"He was. I think there's still a special place in my heart for him," murmured Trevor wistfully.
"You ain't got no picture of `im?"
"No, unfortunately, only that old wooden Spitfire. Here's a picture of Isaac. But you've met him haven't you?"
"Yea. But a long while ago."
"I took this one when we got our first camera. He is walking down the road on his way back from the synagogue one Saturday morning. That's why he is all togged up in his Sabbath best. I owe so much to Isaac. He taught me to study. He taught me how to speak German and French. I dread to think what I'd be now if Isaac had not been in my life."
"Who's this soldier?" asked Zach as he turned to the next photograph.
"That's Eric, in uniform, just before he left his home for Korea. He didn't come back."
"What happened?"
"We were on a hill. Hill 226. It was one night and the Chinks attacked. It was hand to hand fighting. Our bren gun was blown a few feet away by an explosion. I went to get it, because we had to have it. I was shot in the leg, and Eric stood over me shooting his rifle as fast as he could. He saved my life, and lost his own."
"Did ver two of you ever....you know?"
"No. We'd only just discovered we both liked the same thing.
We were due for a longer leave in Japan. We were both looking forward to getting together. But I ended up in Japan on a stretcher, and he ended up in a war grave on some Korean hillside. I visited his folk when I got back. Good folk. Nice honest people. His father's a farm worker. Eric could hardly read or write. I used to help him with his letters home. I remember him asking how do you spell father."
"F A T H E R."
"Well done. I'm glad they taught you something in that school of yours. This photo is of Fergus. Taken on a Sunday, in his kilt." Trevor bent over and whispered in Zach's ear. "Did you know Scotsmen don't wear anything under their kilts?"
Zach pretended to look suitableY shocked.
"And yes, before you ask, we did - a lot. I'm still in contact with him, mainly Christmas letters now. He's a consultant in Edinburgh, and has a partner who's a male nurse."
Zach reached over to look at the next photo. It was of Paul Driffield on the day of his ordination. "Who's ver vicar?"
"That is Paul. A very special friend. And no we haven't! We met at Cambridge. You would think him very posh. He talks posh. He went to public school, Eton. His parents owned a very large house in its own grounds in Gloucestershire. He's married and I'm godfather to his eldest who is also called Trevor, after me, for some reason. Paul is a very good friend. You can have good close friendships that don't have to involve cocks and balls and masses of spunk."
"Can I ask you, Trev. He looks a nice man. Do you wish you .. you know?"
"Make love to him? Yes, I used to, quite a lot. Not now, I've got Ross, I would not want more."
Zach was just a little saddened by the mention of Trevor having a godson, and that with Ross he would not want more.
The next photograph they looked at was of Kundi, laughing and pushing his shirt into his trousers. "That is Kundi, from Nigeria. You remind me of him, not just because of the colour of your skin. He was fun, full of laughter. He was a great tease. Sadly he was killed by a landmine a few years back."
"Did you miss im when e went back to Africa?"
"Very much. I had a difficult few months after he'd gone back. I know what I must tell you, as a warning to be very careful. After Kundi had gone back I was driving home to Nottingham and needed to have a pee. I went into a toilet that was at a lay-by. I went in and peed, and there was this other guy having a pee. He turned and offered me his cock. It was lovely one, cut if I remember rightly, you know what I mean?"
"I vink so. Circumscribed."
"Nearly, circumcised. The cock looks as ours does when the head is out all the time, even when it's limp. Anyway I was feeling horny. I hadn't done anything with anyone else for ages. So I went over and held his cock. Immediately a couple of policemen jump out of the cubicles, and I was dragged off to the police station."
"Bloody rossers!" exclaimed Zach. "What happened?"
"I asked for my own solicitor, and said he would have to come up from London. They didn't like the prospect of a Lincoln's Inn solicitor, and keeping me there over night, so they gave me a bollocking and sent me on my way."
"Cor!" Zach was silent for a moment or two. "You've `ad quite a life, Trev. Good times and bad."
"Well that's the way it goes. Now what do you want to do?"
"I want your cock up me again."
Trevor grinned. "I thought you'd be wanting something like that. We'll do it a different way."
This time Trevor lay on his back with Zach impaled on his cock. They could watch each other, and Zach began to learn how he could control the situation. Trevor also moved around until he could get his cock rubbing over Zach's trigger point.
It was for them both a very satisfying encounter.
So the day progressed. Most of it was spent in bed, or rather on the bed. Meals were eaten, and drinks drunk, for such activity is always thirsty work. It had been arranged that Zach would go home in the early evening. They spent the last hour, both rather exhausted, sitting close together in front of the fire. Eventually Zach left, with loud expressions of thanks, and wishing Trevor well in his visit to New Zealand.
Trevor went early to bed, and slept very well! The next few days were very busy. They were the last days of the winter term which were always busy, and also there was the getting ready for his visit to New Zealand.
He was due to fly out on the Saturday in the early afternoon. On the Friday evening he heard something delivered at the front door. There were two envelopes, one with his name on it, and the other addressed to Ross. He opened the one addressed to himself.
"Dear Trev, Many thanks for the weekend. I didn't knock because I knew you'd be busy, and I'd be wanting something from you. [He had drawn a face with a broad smile on it] Please give the other letter to Ross. Thanks and lots of love Zach - short for Zachariah.
Trevor smiled, not least for the final three words.
The next day he was at Heathrow waiting for his flight to be called. He was sitting reading the obituaries in the Times. He looked at his watch, and got up to make an urgent phone call.
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