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Chapter 15: Getting To Know
“Hey, look out!”
Daniel felt a bump as he collided with another person, and then a hand
on his chest. “Oops, sorry,” he apologised. Then he saw that the other
person was Dean Williams and he gave a smile. “I guess I wasn’t looking
where I was going.”
“No problem,” Dean replied. “What are you in such a hurry for?” The two
of them had collided in the doorway of Adam’s office. Daniel was going
in as Dean was coming out.
“I’m not really in a hurry, just got things on my mind,” said Daniel.
“Ah, OK,” said Dean. “I was just dropping in our weekly measurement
“Me too,” said Daniel, indicating the sheets of paper that he was
carrying which contained the results of the measurement sessions that he
and Jason had done over the past week. Adam requested that the
measurement sheets be brought in to him each Friday.
Dean nodded. “How many times did you do it this week?”
“We did three,” said Dean. “Trev didn’t want to do more than two, but I
managed to talk him into an extra one; it keeps us on Doc Lomax’s good
“I suppose so,” said Daniel. “You still want me to come round on
Sunday?” he asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah, course I do.”
“What time should I come?”
Dean thought for a second. “I have kick-boxing in the morning, but I’ll
be done by lunch time. How about two-ish?”
“Great. You can find my house OK?”
“Yeah, I think so. You live on Albany Street, right?”
“Yeah, number 14.”
“I’ll be there.”
Grinning happily, Dean slapped Daniel on the arm and then went on his
way. Daniel watched the boy for a moment and then looked down at the
paper in his hand. Better get this handed in.
Adam was working on his computer. He glanced up, as the boy stepped into
the room. “Hi, Daniel. How you doing? I’ll be with you in a minute. Let
me just finish this off.” He returned his attention to the screen.
Daniel wandered over to the desk, which contained papers in tidy piles.
He recognised the familiar layout of the measuring-results sheets; it
seemed that quite a few people had already dropped off their weekly
statistics. The name on the top sheet caught the boy’s eye: “Dean
Williams.” His curiosity aroused, Daniel took a step closer, trying to
appear casual as his eyes scanned down the list of figures. He quickly
found what he was looking for towards the bottom of the sheet. On the
line headed “Penis: length”, three columns had been filled in, with the
figures 13.0, 13.2, and 13.1. Daniel smiled to himself; Dean’s erection
was fractionally smaller than his own. He leaned forwards to try to read
the circumference measurements, but gave a start of surprise as a hand
grasped the paper and flipped it over.
Looking up, Daniel felt himself blushing guiltily as he saw Adam looking
The doctor gave a knowing smile and shook his head. “You ever hear the
expression ‘curiosity killed the cat’?” he asked.
“Sorry,” Daniel murmured, lowering his eyes.
“Don’t worry about it,” said Adam. “It’s a natural thing for teenaged
boys to want to know how they compare with their friends.” He left the
paper faced down and held out his hand to accept the sheets that Daniel
was holding. “Are these your weekly results?”
“Yeah,” the boy nodded. “But I’m afraid we only managed two lots.”
“Two is fine,” said Adam, scanning down the sheets. “After last weekend,
I was little surprised that you and Jason got back into it so easily.”
“Yeah, well, I wanted to talk to you about that.” Daniel glanced back at
the open door to make sure that no one else was around.
“Is there a problem?” Adam asked, looking a little concerned.
Daniel shrugged. “Not really a problem,” he said. “Or at least I don’t
think it is.” He hesitated, not sure how to approach this. “It’s Jason,”
“What’s the matter with Jason?” Adam asked. He got up from behind his
desk and moved round to the front. Sitting on the edge of the desktop,
he waved his hand at a chair, indicating that Daniel should sit down.
“I don’t know,” said Daniel, lowering himself into the chair. “Maybe
nothing’s wrong with him. But he seems to be acting funny.”
“In what way?”
“It’s sort of strange.” The boy frowned, afraid that Adam would think
that he was being silly. “It’s like he’s trying too hard.” He drew a
deep breath. “Before we had that falling out, it was like he hated doing
the measuring and stuff and only did what he really had to. But when we
did the measuring on Tuesday, and again last night, he was acting like
all the touching and everything didn’t bother him at all. But it was
sort of over-the-top, as though he was trying to show that he wasn’t
bothered, but all the time he was. It’s sort of hard to explain.”
Adam waited for Daniel to finish and then gave an understanding smile.
He put his hand on the boy’s shoulder. “I don’t think it’s anything for
you to worry about,” he said. “Last weekend was a big upheaval for both
of you. Learning that you were gay came as quite a shock for Jason, and
it’s going to take a while for him to properly accept it. This is just
his way of dealing with it. Remember that I had quite a long talk with
Jason when I went round to see him on Sunday. I can’t tell you
everything that we talked about, but I don’t think I’m giving anything
away if I tell you that the thing that he was most afraid of was the
possibility that he might lose you as his best friend. If he seems to be
trying too hard to accept the fact that you’re gay, it’s because your
friendship is so important to him.”
“But he doesn’t need to try so hard,” said Daniel.
“Have you told him that?”
“Well, no, not really.”
Adam gave an amused laugh. “Have you considered the possibility that
Jason might not be the only one who is trying too hard?”
Daniel thought about this. He knew he’d been making a special effort
when he’d been around Jason, trying to avoid doing or saying anything
that might upset his friend. Maybe Adam had a point.
“Things will settle down,” said the doctor. “You just need to be
patient. In the meantime, you could always consider doing the
“What’s that?” Daniel asked, worriedly.
Adam gave another laugh. “Talk to each other,” he said. “Sit down
together and talk about what is worrying you, instead of tiptoeing
around each other all the time. Boys are notoriously bad at that sort of
thing, but life would be so much easier for both of you if you could
manage to do it.”
Daniel smiled sheepishly. “I’m not sure that Jason would do that, talk I
“You won’t know unless you give it a try.” Adam gave the boy’s shoulder
a reassuring squeeze. “Things will settle down in time. Learn to
communicate with each other and your friendship will end up stronger
than ever. Trust me.”
“OK, I’ll give it a try.” Daniel eyed the doctor sceptically, not
entirely convinced that attempting to talk so frankly with Jason was the
Adam saw the look on the boy’s face and gave a grin. “You boys really
are hopeless,” he said. “Though I suppose I wasn’t so different when I
was your age.” He stood up and stretched as he gave a yawn. “I’d better
get back on the treadmill. I’ll see you and Jason tomorrow evening.”
“Yeah, OK,” said Daniel. “Thanks, Adam. Oh, do we need to bring anything
“Only yourselves,” the man smiled. “I think you should have a good time.
I know Craig’s looking forwards to it, which is unusual, since he
normally hates these things.”
“Yeah, it’ll be fun,” Daniel agreed.
It was almost dark when Craig arrived on Saturday evening. The
nineteen-year-old pulled up outside Daniel’s house and honked on the car
horn. Daniel shouted to his mum that he was going and, grabbing his
jacket, he hurried out. Jason was already sitting in the front seat next
to Craig, having been picked up first, so Daniel jumped into the back.
Jason turned his head and nodded a greeting, and Daniel noted that his
friend looked a little uncomfortable, as though he wasn’t entirely happy
to be there. The two boys had spent the afternoon together, and Jason
had revealed that he was having second thoughts about going to Adam’s
house, saying that he wouldn’t know anyone. It had taken quite a lot of
persuading for Daniel to convince the boy to go, and it was a relief to
see that he hadn’t changed his mind again in the last couple of hours
and decided to stay at home after all.
“Hi Daniel,” Craig smiled, glancing back over his shoulder. “You look
“Thanks,” Daniel replied. “We weren’t sure what we should wear.” He and
Jason had discussed this earlier and decided on smart-casual.
Craig shrugged. “These things are always informal; there’s no black-tie
or any of that rubbish. It’s just a chance for these medical people to
get together and talk shop for a few hours. No one will care what you’re
“So will everyone there be doctors?” Jason asked.
“Not all doctors,” Craig replied. “Some are involved in research, like
Adam. One’s a paediatrician, a couple are psychologists, that sort of
thing. Don’t worry though, most of them are pretty cool. Besides, we
won’t be spending much time with them. After we’ve pigged-out on the
food we’ll leave them to it and the three of us can go off on our own.”
It took around fifteen minutes to drive to Adam’s house. There were
about half-a-dozen cars parked in the large driveway when they arrived.
Craig pulled the car to a stop and the boys climbed out.
“Wow!” said Jason, looking at the house, clearly impressed.
“I told you it was big,” said Daniel. “Wait until you see inside.”
Craig led the way in through the front door and then took Daniel’s
jacket and hung it up in a small closet. “Let’s go find Adam.” He took
the boys through to the main lounge, where Daniel had been on his last
There were around eight or nine men and women standing around in small
groups, talking. Most of them had drinks in their hands. Adam was
standing with two men and a woman. The men looked pretty old, and one of
them had an untidy beard. The woman looked to be of a similar age to
Adam and was tall, with shoulder-length blonde hair. She was taking
animatedly, her features set in a slight frown.
Adam had noticed the boys enter, and he excused himself from the group
and came over to them. He gave a tired sigh as he looked at Craig. “It’s
going to be a long night,” he said. “Susan’s already being a pain and
she’s only just arrived.”
“You shouldn’t have invited her,” said Craig, giving the woman a cool
“I didn’t. She invited herself,” said Adam. “She’s not exactly shy when
it comes to anything like that.”
“Look out, she’s coming over,” Craig warned, his voice low.
“Hello Craig,” said the woman, as she joined them. “Still playing the
“Susan,” Adam’s voice was soft, but the tone carried a hint of warning.
“Hello Susan,” said Craig. “Still single?”
The woman’s eyes narrowed for a moment and then she put on a wide,
artificial smile as she turned her attention to the two younger boys.
“The medical fraternity certainly appears to be attracting some younger
members these days,” she said.
“Susan, I’d like you to meet some good friends of mine,” said Adam.
“This is Daniel and Jason.”
Daniel gave the woman a nod and a smile. Jason simply scowled at her.
“You always seem to have a lot of young friends, Adam,” said Susan,
raising one eyebrow.
“Actually it was me who invited them,” said Craig. “So that I’d have
someone to talk to and wouldn’t get bored to death by you oldies.”
“Oh, I see,” said the woman. “You couldn’t find any friends your own
age? How old are you, young man,” she asked Jason.
“I’m fourteen,” Jason replied, glaring.
“Really? You look younger. You’re very small for fourteen.”
Jason’s scowl deepened and Daniel hoped that his friend was not about to
saying anything rude.
“Well, Adam, I’ll leave you to talk with your young friends,” said
Susan, putting extra emphasis on the word “young”. She turned away,
heading back to the two men that she’d left a moment before.
“Sour-faced bat,” Jason muttered.
“Jason!” Daniel hissed, nudging his friend.
“No, he’s right,” grinned Craig. “That’s exactly what she is.”
Adam sighed again. “Try and keep out of her way,” he told Craig. He
turned to Jason and Daniel. “Help yourselves to the food and the drinks.
Stay away from the alcohol, but other than that you can have anything
you like. I’m sure Craig will look after you.”
“I’ll try,” Craig smiled.
As Adam returned to his other guests, Craig led the boys over to the
side of the room where two large table had been set up full of snacks
and drinks. “Come on, tuck in,” he said.
Daniel picked up a plate and cast his eyes over the food. He picked up a
couple of sandwiches filled with what he assumed was chicken and reached
over for a handful of crisps. “Who was that woman?” he asked Craig.
“That’s Susan,” Craig replied, as though simply speaking her name
explained everything. “She’s a psychologist. Adam’s known her for ages.
I don’t think he’s very pleased that she’s here tonight.”
“So why doesn’t he throw her out?” asked Jason, speaking around a
mouthful of sausage roll.
Craig laughed. “I think he would quite like to. But it’s complicated.
Her family are old friends of Adam’s parents. And to make things worse,
he was sort of going out with her when me and him got together. That’s
why she’s got the daggers out for me.”
“She was Adam’s girlfriend?” Daniel turned for another look at the
woman, who was now on the far side of the room.
“Kind of,” Craig explained. “She knew that he was gay, but was hoping to
marry him anyway; she told him it would be much better for his medical
career if he was married, but really she was only interested in his
money. Then I came along and that kind of ruined her plans.”
“What’s a catamite?” asked Jason. “Like what she called you?”
Craig giggled at the question. “A catamite is a small boy kept by an
older man for sex,” he said, leaning close to the younger teens so that
he could keep his voice low.
“Oh!” Jason’s face coloured. “So she was talking about you and Adam?”
“You want me to draw you a diagram?” Craig laughed.
The three of them moved into a quiet corner where they chatted about
various things, such as what the boys liked to do and what music they
liked to listen to. They made frequent visits back to the food table,
trying to time it so that they wouldn’t be there at the same time as
Susan, though this was fairly easy as the woman appeared to have little
interest in food and only came by occasionally to top up her glass. At
one point, as Craig popped out to the toilet, the two younger teens
found themselves accosted by the older man with the untidy beard. He
asked their names and introduced himself as Bill. Surprisingly, he was
extremely easy to talk to and, even more surprisingly, he proved to be
quite an authority on video-games and seemed to have experience of
playing all of the latest titles. Jason, especially, was completely
won-over by the man and was soon deep in conversation with him about
what was currently the best gaming system. As Craig rejoined them a few
minutes later, the man smiled and immediately threw an arm around the
“Craig, how are things with you?” the man asked, in a loud, deep voice.
“I’m fine thanks, Bill,” Craig replied. “I’ve missed you. It’s ages
since you’ve been over for any serious gaming.”
“I know,” said Bill, regretfully. “I’ve been really busy. I’ll try to
get over one evening this next week. I always enjoy giving you a damned
“It’s you who will get thrashed next time,” grinned Craig.
“We’ll see,” the man laughed. “Anyway, I’d better circulate.” He pulled
a face. “Though to be honest I’d rather stay over here and chat with you
youngsters than have to talk with those boring old farts. Oh well, I
suppose I have a responsibility to share my great knowledge and
experience. Nice meeting you boys,” he told Daniel and Jason. He ruffled
Jason’s hair in a fatherly way and then ambled off.
Jason giggled as he straightened his hair. “He was cool.”
“Yeah, Bill’s great,” Craig agreed. “He was Adam’s tutor at medical
school. Now he’s a professor in charge of all training at the hospital.
He comes over quite often, and when him and Adam are done chatting, me
and him play on my Playstation. He beats me every time, no matter what
game we play.”
“Cool,” said Jason.
Craig picked up his plate. “Come on, let’s grab some more food and some
drinks and we’ll take them somewhere more comfortable. It’s time we left
the oldies to it.”
The boys filled their plates and helped themselves to glasses of
fruit-juice. Jason was speculatively eyeing the bottles of beer until
Daniel poked him in the ribs, grinned and shook his head. Then they
followed Craig from the lounge and back out into the hallway.
The room that Craig led them to was much smaller and cosier than the
main lounge. It was almost completely in darkness, lit only by the warm
glow of a real-flame gas-fire that was blazing in the hearth.
“This is much better,” said Craig, picking up a large bean-bag that lay
against the wall and tossing it down in front of the fire. “We’ll finish
eating, then we can play some games or watch a movie, or whatever you
like. He lowered himself to the floor and leaned back into the bean-bag,
wriggling to make himself comfortable.
Jason dropped down onto a large sheepskin rug, where he lay on his
stomach, facing the fire, his knees bent and his feet casually kicking
in the air. Daniel looked around and considered sitting in one of the
chairs until Craig edged to one side and beckoned the boy down to join
him. The bean-bag wasn’t really big enough for two people to lean
against, and Daniel found himself snuggled up against Craig’s side, but
he was comfortable, so he didn’t particularly mind. Jason looked at
them, his eyebrows raised, but he didn’t say anything.
“What’s the matter, you want to swap places,” Daniel asked,
“No thanks. I’m fine where I am,” replied Jason.
“So, how long have you guys known each other?” Craig asked, as they
tucked into their food.
“Ages,” said Jason.
“Yeah, we first met when we both started school together,” said Daniel.
“We were only about four or five.”
“That’s a long time,” said Craig. “You became friends as soon as you
“Sort of,” said Daniel. He grinned at Jason, who returned the grin. “It
was down to a kid called Robbie something-or-other.”
“Robbie Brooks,” said Jason. “He used to live just up the road from me,
but they moved away years ago. It was our first day at school, and I was
using some coloured pencils. Robbie decided that he wanted them and
because he was bigger than anyone else he thought that gave him the
right to just take them. I didn’t want to let him have them, so we got
into a fight. Then Daniel came along and told Robbie to leave me alone.
Robbie said he could beat both of us at the same time and then it turned
into a real fight; Robbie against me and Daniel. We beat the crap out of
him.” He giggled.
“Yeah, and nearly got thrown out of school on the very first day,”
“So that’s how we became friends,” Jason continued. “Daniel’s always
been my best friend and he’s been looking out for me ever since.” As he
added this last part, he gave an almost shy smile.
Daniel looked at his friend in surprise. This was the first time that
Jason had ever said anything like this. Usually the boy had appeared to
resent any sort of interference that in any way implied that he was not
able to take care of himself. Their eyes met. Jason held Daniel’s gaze
for a moment and then, embarrassed, he looked down at his plate.
“You guys are so lucky,” said Craig. “I wish I could have had a
friendship like that.”
“You’ve got Adam,” Daniel pointed out.
Craig smiled broadly. “Yeah, I’ve got Adam. I guess that more than makes
up for anything else.”
“How did you meet Adam?” Daniel asked, laying his empty plate aside and
taking a drink of juice from his glass.
“I first met him when I was in hospital and he was the doctor taking
care of me.”
“What were you in the hospital for?” asked Jason.
Craig stared straight ahead into the fire. “I’d tried to kill to
myself,” he said, his tone almost casual.
A shocked silence fell as Daniel and Jason exchanged wide-eyed looks.
“You tried to kill yourself?” Jason asked the question as though he
couldn’t quite believe what he’d just heard.
Craig nodded. “I nearly managed it as well. Apparently they found me
just in time. A bit longer and it would have been too late.” He was
still looking into the fire. He smiled sadly.
“Why?” asked Jason. “Why did you try to kill yourself?”
Daniel cringed inwardly as his friend asked the question. Even though he
wanted to know the answer himself, it felt like they were prying into an
area that was incredibly private and personal.
Craig sighed. “Because I was stupid,” he said. He was quiet for a
moment. When he spoke again, his voice was soft and distant. “I suppose
it started when I was fifteen. I’d known that I was gay for ages, but
I’d never told anyone. One day I was using the loo in our local park and
a guy came up to me. He offered me twenty quid if I would let him suck
“Did you do it?” Jason asked, shocked.
“No way,” said Craig, with short laugh. “I was far too shy and innocent
to do anything like that. I got out of there pretty damned quick. A
friend of mine, Bradley Burrows, was waiting for me outside. When we
were well away from the toilets, I told Bradley what had happened. He
thought it was really funny and told me that I should have asked for
fifty quid. I told him that I wasn’t gay, and he said that being gay had
nothing to do with it; money was money. Then he said that being gay
wasn’t really a big deal anyway.”
“Well, it’s not,” said Jason, sounding as though he were trying to
“It was pretty much a big deal for me at the time,” said Craig, giving
Jason an indulgent smile. “Anyway, I thought about what Bradley had
said. I thought that the two of us were good friends and I felt that I
could trust him, and so, a couple of days later, I told him that I was
gay. He thought that it was kind of funny, but he didn’t seem very
bothered, and I was glad that I had found someone that I could share my
secret with. Or so I thought. But then, when I got to school the next
day, I found that everyone knew about me being gay. Bradley had told
everyone.” Bitterness had crept into Craig’s tone. “So much for him
being a friend.”
“You should have smashed his face in,” said Jason, scowling.
“That was evil,” said Daniel, shaking his head. He remembered his own
fear that everyone at school would find out about him being gay after
the upset with Jason. At least Jason hadn’t told anyone, which was
something that went a long way towards confirming just how strong their
friendship really was.
“Things became pretty bad after that,” Craig continued. “Especially when
Bradley also told everyone about the guy in the toilets. Everyone was
laughing at me and making jokes. Then, a couple of days later, I was in
the loos at school when this older guy came in. He asked me if I was the
queer who sucked dicks for money. I ignored him, but he grabbed the
front of my shirt and told me that unless I sucked his dick, he was
going to kick the shit out of me. He pushed me into one of the cubicles.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so scared in my life.” There was now a
tremor in the young man’s voice. “At first I tried to get away, but he
punched me in the stomach a couple of times. In the end I agreed to do
it; I just wanted to get out of there. He opened the front of his
trousers, took his dick out, and I sucked it until he came. That was the
first time I’d ever done anything with anyone, and I was almost sick. He
shot in my mouth and on my face, then he laughed, put his dick away,
took a fiver from his pocket and pushed it into my hand saying that I
was a useless cock-sucker and a fiver was about all I was worth. He said
that if I told anyone about it he would say that it was me who begged
him to let me suck him, and that everyone would believe him since I was
the queer. Then he left me there.”
“What did you do?” asked Daniel, both angered and totally appalled by
the story. Craig was one of the nicest people that he had ever met, and
the thought of anyone treating him like that was too awful to even think
“I locked the cubicle door and sat there for a while, crying,” said
Craig. “Then, I flushed the fiver down the loo and, when I was sure that
no one was around, I came out, washed my face, and tried to pretend that
it hadn’t happened.”
“Didn’t you report the guy?” Jason asked. He was now sitting upright,
and looked almost as angry at what he was hearing as Daniel.
Craig shook his head. “No. I know I should have done, but I was so
ashamed of what I’d done and didn’t want anyone to know. It was bad
enough being the school queer, without also being known as the school
cock-sucker. I wanted to forget about the whole thing. Unfortunately,
even though the guy claimed I was useless at sucking cock, he kept
coming back for more. The next time it happened, him and one of his
friends grabbed me in one of the corridors. They dragged me into the
loos and made me suck both of them. After that it became pretty regular.
At least once a week I’d be made to suck this guy and sometimes three or
four of his friends. I hated them for making me do it, but more than
that, I hated myself for letting them make me do it. This went on for
more than two months. I kept telling myself that if I could make it to
the summer holidays I’d be OK because they wouldn’t be able to get to me
outside of school. Then, a week before the end of school, the guy and
three of his friends dragged me into the loos. As usual, they took turns
barring the door while I sucked them, all except the guy himself. When
I’d done all his friends, he laughed and said that he’d decided that he
didn’t want to be sucked this time. He said that he was going to fuck me
instead. I tried to get away, but they grabbed me and started pulling my
clothes off. They stripped me naked and bent me forwards over the sinks,
and then the guy pushed his dick into me. It was the worst pain that
I’ve ever felt. I tried to scream but he was holding my shorts over my
mouth and I couldn’t even breathe. From the pain in my arse and not
being able to breathe, I really thought that I was going to die. I don’t
know how long the guy took. Not long, I don’t think. Then, when he’d
done, they all had a good laugh and left me lying there on the floor.
I’ll never forget that day. It was the 15th of July. It was my 16th
birthday.” Craig fell silent for a long moment, as though reflecting on
what he had said. “Somehow I managed to get dressed, though I don’t
recall doing it. I walked out of school and went straight home. There
was no one home. I went to the cupboard where Mum kept her pills. I
didn’t even know what most of them were for. I swallowed every one that
I could find. Then, I went up to my room, wedged a chair behind the
door, and got undressed and got into bed.” He sighed. “That’s the last
thing I remember before waking up in the hospital.”
“Holy shit!” said Jason, softly. He dropped his eyes to his hands, which
were clenched in his lap.
Daniel suddenly realised that Craig was holding his hand. He gave the
older teen’s hand a squeeze and Craig returned a grateful smile.
“I was in hospital for almost a week,” said Craig. “They’d pumped my
stomach, but some of the drugs had got into my system and they wanted to
keep an eye me. For those first few days I really felt like shit. Adam
was the doctor who had admitted me and he spent hours with me, just
talking. He’d check up on me all the time when he was on duty, and then
when he went off duty he’d come and sit with me. No one had ever talked
to me like that before, like I was someone who really mattered. I don’t
think I’d have got through it if it hadn’t been for Adam.”
“Is that when you became his boyfriend?” Daniel heard himself ask.
“No, not then,” said Craig. “That happened a bit later. When I left
hospital and went home, for the first couple of days everything seemed
OK, though Mum and Dad were really tense around me. Then they started
dropping hints, wanting to know why I had taken the pills. I guess I can
understand how they were feeling. I’d almost managed to kill myself and
they needed to know why. So, I told them. I told them about me being
gay, and I told them what had been going on at school. My mum took it
quite well, but Dad had much more trouble with it. He couldn’t get his
head around having a son who had been sucking cocks; it didn’t matter
that I hadn’t done it willingly. We tried to carry on as normal, but in
the end there was an almighty row and we both said lots of stuff that we
didn’t mean. I walked out, and Dad shouted after me that he didn’t want
me back. I wandered around for a while and ended up at the hospital
looking for Adam, since I felt that he was the only person who seemed to
understand what I was going through. Adam said that since I had nowhere
else to go, I could move in with him for a while. And that’s how me and
Adam got together.”
A long silence followed. Daniel was still wrestling with the idea that
Craig, who always seemed so bright and full of life, had actually tried
to kill himself. The fourteen-year-old thought back to the previous
weekend, which now felt like the distant past. He remembered sitting in
the park and wishing that he was dead. Except that he hadn’t really
wanted to be dead. Or had he? If he hadn’t found that card in his wallet
and contacted Adam, would he have taken that further step and tried to
take his own life. With hindsight, he didn’t think so. But sitting here
now in this warm, comfortable room with his friends around him, it was
so difficult to remember how he had felt at the time.
Craig stretched and gave a smile. “Well, that’s put a bit of a damper on
things,” he said brightly. “Though I think it’s good that you know what
happened to me.” He turned serious again. “What I did was stupid. Really
stupid. However bad things might seem, there will always be someone
around who is willing to listen and to help; you only have to look
around you. Always remember that.” He was looking at Daniel as he spoke.
“At least you had the sense to call Adam when you got into trouble.”
“What was happening to me wasn’t anything like as bad as what happened
to you though,” said Daniel.
“Maybe.” Craig patted the boy’s leg. “So, now that I’ve depressed
everyone, what would you like to do next? Playstation? A DVD? Or maybe
you’d like to go back through into the lounge and bait Susan; that’s
always fun.” He grinned.
Daniel shrugged. He wasn’t really in the mood for games. He looked
enquiringly at Jason, who also shrugged.
“We need something to lift the mood,” said Craig. He paused, looking
from one boy to the other, and then he gave a grin. “And I know exactly
what will do the trick.”
Getting up, Craig collected their empty plates and glasses and headed
for the door. “Come on; what are you waiting for?” he called back to the
two young teens, who were still sitting on the floor looking slightly
“Where are we going?” Jason asked, climbing to his feet.
“You’ll see,” said Craig. “Don’t worry; it’s going to be fun.” He
dropped the plates and glasses into the kitchen, then, as he drew level
with the open lounge door, he hesitated for a moment. “You want one of
those beers you were looking at earlier?” he asked Jason, mischievously.
Jason looked surprised and gave a smile. “Yeah,” he said.
“You want one, Daniel?” asked Craig.
“Erm, yeah, I guess. Adam said that we weren’t allowed anything
“One bottle won’t hurt,” said Craig. “And we’ll just have to make sure
that Adam doesn’t find out.” He slipped into the lounge and reappeared
less than a minute later with two small, brown bottles. He handed one to
each of the boys.
“What about you?” asked Daniel.
Craig gave a shrug. “One of us has to stay sober,” he grinned. “Besides,
unless you want to walk home later, I’d better avoid the drink.” He led
the boys through a door, along a short passageway, and then through
another door and, flicking on the lights, into a room about the size of
a large garage. Except that it clearly wasn’t a garage. The floor was
tiled like a bathroom, and one of the longer walls consisted of
floor-to-ceiling glass panels, complete with sliding doors, that looked
out over what was presumably the back garden, though, with it being dark
outside, it wasn’t possible to be sure. However, the most prominent
feature of the room was what looked like a huge, square-shaped bathtub
standing in the centre of the floor. “Our hot-tub,” said Craig, proudly.
“You mean that’s a bath?” asked Jason, eyeing the tub warily.
“No, it’s not a bath,” Craig laughed. “Not really, anyway. The bath is
in the bathroom upstairs. This is a hot-tub. A spa. You sit in it to
unwind after a long day. Come and have a look.” He dimmed the overhead
lights to a dull glow, before taking them over to the tub.
As they drew closer, Daniel could see that the tub was already full of
water, and the inside of it appeared to be sculpted to form seats. It
was easily big enough for four people, probably more at a slight
squeeze. Craig reached out to a panel and pressed some buttons.
Immediately, some underwater lights came on, colouring the water blue
and green. A moment later there was a soft “whooshing” sound and then
the water began to gently splash and churn around.
“Those are the underwater jets,” Craig explained. “They sort of massage
you as you lay in the water. They feel great.” He looked at the boys for
a moment, a sparkle of boyish excitement in his eyes. “So, what do you
“It’s OK, I guess,” said Jason. “Better than our boring old bath at
“I meant, what do you think about giving a try?” Craig asked.
Daniel felt his eyes widen in surprise, and a glance at Jason told him
that his friend was equally shocked at the suggestion.
“You mean, you want us to take bath?” Jason asked, speaking slowly and
carefully as if trying to clarify something that he didn’t totally
“I told you, it’s not a bath,” said Craig, patiently. “It’s fun. How
about you, Daniel? You up for it?”
Daniel took a sip from the bottle in his hand, letting the slightly
bitter taste of the beer wash over his tongue as he considered the idea.
“We’d all be in there together?”
“Yeah, of course. It’s not much fun just standing watching someone
else,” said Craig.
“But we’d need to take our clothes off,” said Jason.
Craig laughed. “That’s usually a good idea when getting into water. If
you’re shy you could keep your underwear on. I could find you something
to change into when we’re done. The water’s nice and warm; have a feel.”
He dipped his hand into the water.
Daniel took another sip of beer and giggled nervously. “I think we
should do it,” he told Jason.
Jason frowned. “I guess,” he said, not sounding convinced. “What about
the windows though. Anyone outside would see us.”
“No one’s outside,” said Craig. “There’s a high fence all the way around
the back garden. There are blinds that I could pull across, but we don’t
usually bother with them. In fact, in the summer we usually have the
“Suppose someone comes in,” said Jason, looking at the door they had
Craig sighed. “If they come in, all they’ll see will be our heads and
shoulders; everything else will be under the water. Now, are you going
to give it a go or are you going to stand there thinking up some more
“I want to try it,” said Daniel.
“Yeah, alright,” Jason agreed.
“Great,” said Craig. “Wait until you get in; you’ll love it.”
Along the wall by the door were a row of hooks. Craig wasted no time in
unfastening the top buttons of his shirt and pulling the garment over
his head, hanging it on the nearest hook. Daniel took a moment to look
at the young man’s body, noting Craig’s slim build and his smooth,
lightly-tanned torso. Then, the boy carefully put down his bottle of
beer and began pulling off his own clothes.
Jason undressed rather shyly, casting frequent glances in Craig’s
direction. “You keeping your undies on?” He asked Daniel, in a low
“I dunno,” said Daniel. He glanced at Craig. The young man had his back
to them and was already down to just his shorts. With no hesitation at
all, the nineteen-year-old pushed down his shorts and stepped out of
them before turning around to face the younger boys.
“Hurry up,” said Craig, shuffling from one foot to the other as he
rubbed his hands. “I want to get in the water. It’s chilly standing
around here with nothing on.”
Daniel’s eyes were inevitably drawn to Craig’s groin. The older teen’s
soft penis appeared bigger than Daniel’s, though not significantly so,
though his balls definitely hung lower than Daniel’s. Surprisingly,
Craig only had a small patch of very short pubes at the base of his
Craig clearly saw where Daniel was looking, and he smiled. “I keep them
trimmed,” he said, running his fingers over the short hairs. “It’s
tidier, and it’s better for other reasons that I’d better not mention.”
He gave a laugh.
Now wearing just his briefs, Daniel shot Jason an apologetic look before
self-consciously pushing the briefs down and taking them off. He stood
upright, trying to pretend that he wasn’t bothered by his nudity. After
all, Craig had already seen him naked on his previous visit to the
With a sigh, Jason removed his own final garment and stood with one hand
strategically covering his groin. “So we going to get in the water?” he
asked, clearly less than comfortable with the situation.
Craig took the lead and stepped into the tub. Taking their beer with
them, the younger teens followed. Daniel gave a soft sigh as he lowered
himself into the water; it did indeed feel good.
For several minutes the boys simply lay back and enjoyed the feel of the
churning water as jets gently massaged their bodies. Daniel immediately
decided that this was something that he could quickly get used to. In
fact, the whole lifestyle shared by Adam and Craig had a huge appeal.
There was certainly something to be said for having plenty of money.
“You like it?” asked Craig, breaking a long silence.
“Yeah,” said Daniel.
“It’s pretty good,” Jason agreed. Once in the water, the blond-haired
boy had quickly become more relaxed. He giggled softly. “I wish we had
one of these at home.”
“You’d be able to get in it with Ben,” grinned Daniel.
“No way!” said Jason. “Though if I did, I’d hold his head under the
“Now that’s not nice,” said Craig.
“You wouldn’t say that if you’d met his brother,” said Daniel.
The younger boys finished their beer and Craig took the bottles, placing
them down behind the tub where they would be out of sight if anyone did
happen to come in. The three of them continued to chat, laughing and
giggling about things that had happened to them.
By this stage, Daniel was feeling completely relaxed. He’d even almost
forgotten that he was sitting there naked. “Thanks for inviting us,” he
said to Craig.
“No problem,” said Craig. “Thanks for coming. These get-together things
that Adam organises are usually boring as hell. He knows how much I hate
them, so he suggested that I invite some friends of my own. I thought
about asking a couple of the guys that I go clubbing with, but then I
had a much better idea. I asked Adam if it would be OK to invite you.”
“That was a much better idea,” agreed Daniel, flattered that Craig had
invited him and Jason in preference to his older friends.
“It wasn’t really any contest,” said Craig, laughing “Because you’re
both only fourteen, it means that I can behave like I’m fourteen, and
being fourteen is much more fun then being nineteen. As well as that,
you’re a lot cuter than any of my older friends.” He gave an exaggerated
leer as he looked down towards Daniel’s groin. “Especially when you’re
Daniel giggled and blushed at the complement and covered his dick with
his hands, even though the jets disturbing the water made if nearly
impossible to see anything clearly. Opposite Daniel, Jason was wearing
an uncomfortable frown as though disapproving of Craig’s comment.
“What’s the matter with you?” Craig asked, looking at Jason. “Don’t
worry, I think you’re cute as well.” Without warning his hand shot down
under the water towards Jason’s legs.
Jason let out a shriek. “Argh! Gerroff!” he cried, laughing
hysterically, his arms thrashing.
“Jason’s ticklish!” laughed Craig.
“No, I’m not,” shouted Jason. “I’m not ticklish.” He cries were cut off
by another shriek of hysterical laughter.
Suddenly there were arms and legs everywhere as Jason tried to escape
from Craig’s grip. At one point Jason’s leg came up out of the water to
reveal that Craig had a firm hold of the boy just above the knee. Daniel
tried to move as far back out of the way as possible as water splashed
in every direction. In his struggle to get away, Jason fell forwards, on
top of Craig, and the two of them struggled together, both of them
giggling uncontrollably. Daniel had to move his legs quickly to avoid
“Ahem!” A loud, theatrical cough from the direction of the doorway
brought the impromptu battle to a quick end. Adam was standing there
watching them, the corner of his mouth twitching in barely suppressed
“Oops! We’ve been rumbled! It’s the enemy commander,” Craig whispered.
“Remember, men, that we’re in this together; tell ‘em nothing except
your name, rank and serial-number, even if they torture you.” He quickly
disengaged himself from Jason and sat up, putting on an innocent
expression and making a show of straightening his hair and brushing
droplets of water from his chest. Then he pointed at Jason. “It’s all
his fault,” he said. “He attacked me.”
Jason’s mouth fell open. “I didn’t,” he gasped. “It was him that
attacked me. I didn’t do anything.” He looked mortified that Craig would
try to put the blame on him.
Adam sighed and shook his head. “I wondered where you’d all got to. I
might have known I’d find you in here.” Then he smiled. “I wish I could
find an excuse to get rid of that lot and come and join you. You
certainly look to be having more fun than I am.”
“Not going well?” asked Craig.
“Fine except for Susan,” said Adam. “She spent the first half-hour
telling everyone that in her professional opinion it was inappropriate
for a nineteen-year-old to be choosing to spend his time with boys who
were barely into their teens, and hinting at the same time that I was to
blame for letting it happen.”
“She’s just bitter,” frowned Craig.
“I know that.” Adam suddenly gave a smile. “Though we should perhaps be
grateful that she can’t see the three of you cavorting around together
naked. If she could, you’d probably be the subject of her next academic
“It was all his idea to get naked,” said Craig, once more pointing at
“It wasn’t!” Jason gasped, looking pleadingly at Adam.
“Jason, ignore him, he thinks he’s amusing,” Adam reassured the boy.
“You want me to come sort Susan out for you?” asked Craig, getting to
his feet, confirming to Adam that he was indeed totally naked.
“You know, I’m half-way tempted to let you go through there just as you
are,” smiled Adam. “It would certainly take the wind out of her sails.
Though there’s no need, since Bill has already taken care of the
“He has? What did he say?” Craig asked, lowering himself back into the
Adam puffed his chest out, and when he spoke he’d lowered his voice in a
gruff imitation of the old professor. “Susan my girl, in my years in the
medical profession I’ve known a lot of people who were extremely
proficient in talking out of their arseholes, but I have to say that you
manage to put all of them to shame. I think we’re all now very bored
with listening to this particular bowel-movement or yours, so please
take pity on us and give it a rest.”
“Good for old Bill,” Craig chuckled.
“I suppose I’d better get back before anyone misses me,” said Adam with
an almost profound lack of enthusiasm. “Bill’s comment stopped Susan
talking about you, but when I left a few minutes ago she was holding
forth on her current research project about the damaging long-term
effects of physical punishment on young males. It would be an
interesting area for research if she hadn’t taken the approach of
reaching her conclusions first and then searching for data to support
“That sounds like Susan,” grinned Craig. “Trample all over anyone or
anything that doesn’t support her point of view.”
Adam nodded. “That about sums her up. Oh well. I’ll leave you to it.
Don’t keep these boys out too late, Craig.” He turned to go, but just
before he went through the door he stopped and looked back. “Oh, and one
last thing: if I find out that you two boys have had more than one
bottle of beer each, you’ll discover first hand how much I disagree with
Susan’s ideas on corporal punishment. That warning, by the way, also
applies to your supplier.” He gave Craig a direct look.
Craig tried to look serious, but quickly broke into a wide grin. “Ooh, a
spanking! I can’t wait.”
Adam shook his head, resignedly. “I give up. I’ll see you boys later. Be
good.” He gave a casual wave as he departed.
“Is Adam mad with us?” Daniel asked, worriedly, after the doctor had
“No,” said Craig, with a smile. “Adam only gets mad about important
stuff. Besides, he saw me sneaking the bottles out, so he could have
stopped me then if he’d wanted.” He playfully flicked water in Daniel’s
direction. “Now, where were we before we were interrupted? Oh, I
remember.” His hand flew out and he grabbed Jason’s leg.”
“No!” Jason, shrieked. A moment later it was a full scale battle again.
Eventually the boys became bored with sitting in the tub. They climbed
out and Craig led them over to a shelf that held thick, white towels.
The nineteen-year-old took care of his younger friends first, draping
towels around the shoulders of first Daniel and then Jason, before
beginning to dry himself. Jason turned away to get dried, and this
clearly amused Craig, who teased the boy by offering to help him. Jason
quickly refused the offer, a slight blush creeping over his face. Craig
laughed and then, without asking, he began to rub the towel over
Daniel’s back. Daniel relaxed and let it happen, enjoying the attention.
For reasons that he couldn’t explain, the boy felt completely
comfortable with the older teen, even though he had only known him for a
week; Craig had a rare, open quality that inspired trust.
After they were all dressed, they returned to the main lounge where they
helped themselves to lemonade and fruit juice. Adam and his friends were
sitting at the other end of the lounge, deep in conversation, and didn’t
even notice the three teens.
“You can see how boring this would have been if I’d been on my own,”
Craig whispered to Daniel. “They’ll probably be at it for hours yet.” He
glanced at his watch. “It’s getting late; I should get you guys home.”
“There’s no rush,” said Daniel.
“I don’t want to keep you out too late and get you into trouble,” said
Craig. “Besides, you’ll be able to come over again. That’s if you want
to, of course.”
“Of course I want to,” said Daniel. “We’ve had a great time. Haven’t we
“What? Oh, yeah, it’s been good.” Jason had been watching Susan across
the room, a frown on his face. He clearly didn’t like her.
“Maybe we can even organise a sleepover sometime,” Craig suggested. “The
two of you can come over and spend the night. Then I won’t have to worry
about getting you home and we can get up to some real mischief.”
“A sleepover would be cool,” grinned Daniel.
“OK, leave it with me,” said Craig. “I’ll work on Adam. Though I don’t
think he’ll mind. Now, let’s get going before Susan notices us and comes
over to kiss you goodbye.”
“I‘d sooner kiss Ben’s arse,” Jason muttered.
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