Don’t Push Your Luck By Dave Disclaimer
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This story deals with a gay relationship between minors. If this does not interest you then please leave now. If this does interest you then do read on.
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Part 1 – Ignored the Warning
Hello, my name is Matthew, and I wanted to share an event in my life with you. This event changed my life for the better, as it always improves yourself, and your life when you have your first love.
I had quite a loving brother who always looked out for me, but had difficulty in expressing any sort of love, ordinary or brotherly. This made him seem quite distant at times, and lonely for me at times. When I met Steve I hoped he would fill the void left by my brothers distance. One thing my brother did say about his friend Steve was not to push my luck with him. This was difficult, as I had a major crush on Steve, and was determined to have some time with him alone, away from my brother.
I had just turned eleven, and for some unknown reason to me, (to this day) I had this mad crush on Steve. This had been from the moment I had laid eyes on him. He was 5’ 11” tall, lean and slightly muscular. He also had a shock of pure blond hair, and the most gorgeous green eyes, which would slice straight through you in an instant. I do not know of anyone who could lie to Steve when he glared at them with his eyes. They just seemed to crumble into a sobbing heap. I was still a “boy”, but tall, slender, and quite cute. I had started the growth spurt associated with puberty, and was now 5’ 2”. I had light brown hair, which was always spiked with gel, and deep blue eyes, which had been a pain at times, with all my relatives always commenting on my deep blue eyes, and how handsome etc they made me look.
Steve had been friends with my brother for a while before my brother had brought him home after an after school event, and Steve was going to be picked up by his parents later on. I wish that afternoon had lasted longer, as both Steve and Daniel (my brother) were bare chest the whole afternoon playing about in the garden. I spent most of that afternoon dribbling over Steve from the safety of my bedroom (which looks over the back garden). I was upset when it was time for Steve to go home, and hatched a plot to spend time with Steve. How I thought I would pull this off I never knew, but hope springs eternal they say, so I thought what the hell, I’m going for it.
My yearning became worse the second time Steve was round, as my brother walked in the front door, apologised to Steve saying he had a migraine, and went to his room, and locked the door. Steve came into the living room, where I was watching TV, looking confused and frustrated. I asked him what was wrong, and after Steve told me what my brother had said, I quite happily chipped in “I will keep you entertained.”
“You, how?” was the response from Steve.
Without a second thought I pounced on Steve, and started to tickle him. Now Steve turned out to be very ticklish, but also much stronger than me, and soon had me on the floor, and started to tickle me. We then spent the next hour wrestling, and tickling. I was of course being beaten hands down, and to my embarrassment was also hard throughout, although I didn’t think Steve had noticed. After saying I was going to wet myself Steve finally let me go and relieve myself. We then did some general goofing around until his parents arrived.
This really upset me, as I had not had as much fun for as far back as I could remember. As I said goodbye to Steve at the front door he said to me, “Forgot something.”
He then promptly gave me a wedgie, as we were both bare chest at that point, and he could see my briefs above the line of my jeans. I of course yelled out, and Steve got a rebuke from his mother, and apologised instantly, but the look of pure glee in his eyes said he had really enjoyed the afternoon, especially getting me just then. That afternoon made my yearning for Steve more than I could bear.
My chance to then get some alone time with Steve came sooner than expected, when Steve was over for a few hours after another school event. I decided to try and get some time with Steve, or get totally pummelled (which my brother was very good at when he was cross) in the process. As today was raining they both went into my brothers bedroom, and after about half an hour I decided to go in and “see what they were doing”, as brothers do.
I walked into my brother’s room, and all three of us screamed. I did, as my brother was naked, he did as he was naked, and Steve did, as I hit him with the door when I walked in. It was only after all the screaming that I noticed Steve was only wearing his underwear.
I instantly started to try to apologise, but my brother had me in a headlock and was throttling me after a matter of two seconds. After Steve prised my brothers arm from around my neck I tried to apologise again, chocking and crying at the same time.
“What the fucking hell do you think you are playing at?” yelled Daniel.
“Sorry,” I said again, “I was bored, and wanted to see what you were doing.” I sobbed again while Daniel and Steve put some jeans on.
“Well now you know.” Said my brother calming down. “We were playing cards while we waited for Steve’s parents to arrive. Now fuck off!” was my brother’s rough response.
Little did I know it, but Steve thought of me as the little brother he had never had after the afternoon I had been goofing around with him, as he was the youngest in his family, and came to my defence. After a whispered discussion between Steve and Daniel I was told I could stay, and play a few rounds of cards. My face lit up at this, but I had a question.
“Why were you wearing almost nothing if you are only playing cards?”
It was then explained to me, that to make the game more exciting they were betting an item of clothing on each hand, and if you then lost that hand you lost that item of clothing. The last one wearing clothes was the winner. This seemed to make sense to me. I can’t believe how naïve I was back then.
I was then asked if I knew how to play poker, which was a no. We then had to rapidly work out a card game we all knew, and eventually came up with “Whot”. For anyone who does not know about this game, you have 49 cards of different numbers and shapes, and five trump cards, which are the “whot” cards. A whot card allows you to change the symbol that has to be played, and basically you want to be the first to lose all your cards. Any cards left have a points value, and the person with the most points loses.
I then shocked my brother and asked if we were playing “strip whot!” After another whispered discussion I was told that this was fine, but I could not tell anyone about it. This was fine by me, and we did a quick count of the number of clothes everyone had. After this we started playing.
As there were three of us playing it was decided that out of the two who lose, only the one with the most points would lose an item of clothing. Steve lost the first game, and then the second, and the third, and I started dreaming of seeing him with no clothes on. This was a mistake, as I then started losing games for silly mistakes, and soon caught up in lost clothes. This made me start concentrating, and soon Steve was down to his underwear, I was also down to my underwear, and my brother had his jeans and underwear. At this point I asked what forfeit the loser would have to do.
Steve said, “If you lose then you have to be the servant of the winner”.
The thought of having Steve as a servant filled me with lust, and made me determined to win. I then promptly lost the next game. Off came my briefs, and I sat there naked, and rather embarrassed. I was now officially the loser, and would have to be a servant to my brother or Steve. This was not fair. I wanted Steve to be my servant, and had to try to find a way to reverse the situation. I don’t know how, but my brother then lost the next three games in a row, and Steve was the winner.
“Double or nothing!” came out of my lips when Steve said I was to be his servant for the day. Where it came from I don’t know, but I said it. My brother shook his head at me, as if to warn me that I could be jumping in way too deep, but I was too pumped up to heed his advice.
“Okay” said Steve. “If you win this hand nothing happens, if you lose though you will be my slave for a day, and not my servant.”
“Done” I said, and my brother put his head in his hands as Steve and I shook hands on this deal. If I had only known what was to come.
My brother was then told to give the cards a good shuffle, and to deal. A coin was then flipped to see who went first, and the game began. We were all shaking from the tension, and the nerves, but my luck was not in. Steve beat me by one card. I was gutted, but could not do anything about it.
“You are mine next Friday into Saturday.” Steve then stated. “I will give some instructions to your brother, and we will go from there.”
When I asked my mum if I could stay over at Steve’s for the night next weekend she actually said yes. The only time I wanted my mum to say no, but it was not to be. The look in Steve’s eyes when he knew he had me as his slave made my blood run cold, and I gave an involuntary shudder. My brother just kept quiet, which was even more worrying. He had a good idea what I had got myself into.
After this I was banished back to my own room so “instructions” could be given to my brother, in the privacy of his room. I was now really nervous, but could only wait until Friday came along.
Part 2 – Being Prepared as Steve’s Slave
Friday came along, and I got an overnight bag ready. This bag was given to Steve’s mum at the school gates that morning, and would be ready for me when I arrived that afternoon. Little did I know my brother had also got a bag ready for my visit to Steve's house. I was to find this out when school finished for the day.
My brother was also in a rotten mood Friday morning, and I was worried. The school day dragged even more than usual, and my nerves got worse as the day went on.
At lunchtime Steve came up to me, and gave me an envelope.
“Instructions.” Was all he said about the contents, and I went away to read them, now semi terrified.
In these instructions I was told to use the school bus as usual, and my brother would take my school bag etc home. Steve’s dad owned the bus company, and the driver knew to take me to the yard, where Steve’s dad would then take me to pick up Steve, who had an appointment meaning he would miss that afternoons school lessons. We would then go to Steve’s where I would be his slave, until my brother was dropped off Saturday evening, and I would be picked up. My brother also had some instructions, which he would discuss with me on the bus.
The afternoon dragged on, and I was now sick with worry, and it turned out, I had good reason to be sick with worry. When we all got on the school bus my brother had a face like thunder, and I knew I would be in for a serious beating if I upset him. As usual I went upstairs, and the journey started. After about two thirds of the other school kids had been dropped off the bus went onto the motorway (the run our school bus had to take meant a 3 mile run along the motorway to the next town), and as usual everyone made their way downstairs (there only being about 20 of us left) so they could be the first off, (always a good contest to be the first off at each stop). I was about to go down with them when my brother beckoned me to join him at the back of the top deck.
Very worried I joined him at the back (we were now the only two upstairs), and he told me he had been instructed to have me changed ready for Steve, and to take my school clothes home. I thought this was a nice touch (it was to start with). I was then told “shoes”, which I took off and gave to Daniel, who put them in a bag. Blazer was next, tie, shirt, trousers were all to follow, which left me in my socks and underwear.
“Socks” said Daniel, and I looked at him with a questioning frown.
“It’s in my instructions”, said Daniel with a growl, and so I took off my socks, and gave them to Daniel. I was feeling pretty vulnerable by now, but knew not to push my brother with the mood he was in.
“Briefs” said Daniel, very matter of fact, and a look of pure terror came over my face.
“But we’re still on the bus” I said to my brother with tears welling in my eyes. I was terrified I would be seen with nothing on. My brother however, was having none of it, especially in the mood he was in. In an instant he punched me in the middle of the chest, winding me completely. As I lay panting on the seat trying to get my breath back my underwear was pulled off my body in one swift movement. Daniel then said, “There are some clothes on the seat in front. You will wear those to Steve’s. I hope you know what you are doing, otherwise he will eat you for breakfast.”
My brother then went downstairs, leaving me naked to dress myself. I looked at the seat in front, and bleached white in terror. I was going to look like I was selling myself for a quick quid. All that was in front of me was a t-shirt, and pair of shorts, that I knew were too small, and would really hug my butt, and a pair of sandals. I was mortified, and was starting to see why my brother had warned me not to push my luck.
I was soon brought back to reality with a jolt, as the bus came off the motorway, and there were now houses again, I quickly put on the clothes left to me, even though they really didn’t cover anywhere near enough of me for my comfort. I actually stayed upstairs until the last drop off stop, to avoid being seen in these clothes that really hugged my slender frame, and only then came down and made myself known to the driver, who confirmed he was expecting me, and took me to the bus garage. I was given a spare hi-vi jacket to wear while at the garage, and as promised Steve’s dad soon took me to pick up Steve.
Part 3 – Being A Slave to Steve, Friday
The car ride was lovely, a top of the range jag. The comfort was amazing, and I started to forget about the skimpy clothing Steve had forced upon me. That soon changed as soon as Steve got in the car for the journey to his house.
As soon as he got into the car he gave me a wicked smile that made chills down my spine. I was now terrified, and Steve probably knew this. As we stopped at a petrol station to get some petrol Steve decided to see if I would follow instructions. He whispered into my ear that he would give me some easy instructions, and I was to follow them. These instructions would be subtle so neither of us would get caught.
Not wanting to do this, but too scared to say otherwise, I nodded my head to say I had understood.
“Take off the sandals until we get to my place” was the first instruction from Steve. This was not too bad I thought, and slipped off the sandals, which fell to the floor of the car.
“Good slave boy” was the response from Steve. “I won’t have to give you two dead legs now.” This made me realise what I would have got if I had refused, and did nothing to ease my nerves.
“Now prove to me you are not wearing anything under those shorts,” Steve instructed. I took a quick look around, and seeing there was no one about, I took a deep breath and pulled the elastic of the shorts forward a couple of inches, so Steve could peek.
“No, pull the shorts forward properly, not just a crack” came the response from Steve. I made an audible gulp, and looked around again to make sure there was no one about. Seeing the coast was still all clear, I pulled on the front of the shorts as far as I could exposing my small genital area for all to see.
“Better,” Steve responded, at least you can follow instructions. “You can hide your stuff now” he continued, which I did very quickly. I was surprised that there were no more instructions until we actually arrived at Steve’s house, which was much bigger than I had thought it would be.
As soon as we got out of the car, with my sandals back on I was given Steve’s schoolbag to carry, and we all entered the house. I was told on the way to the front door that there was a no shoes policy in the house, and all outside footwear was put in a rack by the front door in the hallway.
Steve’s dad had gone in first, as I had spent a moment looking the front of the house over. Very impressive I had thought to myself. I entered the front door, and put my sandals in the slot pointed out by Steve, and then had to unlace both of Steve’s shoes, take them off him, and put them where they belonged. We then went to Steve’s bedroom. I put Steve’s schoolbag where Steve pointed out, and then Steve’s mother looked in the door to introduce herself.
After the introductions Steve told his mum that he was going to quickly tidy his room before we came down for tea. After his mum went downstairs Steve locked his bedroom door, and informed me that I would help Steve change, and it would be me tidying his room. My heart sank at this. I don’t like tidying my own room never mind another person’s room, but that is what I had let myself in for, so what the hell, I might as well make the most of a bad situation, and just get on with it.
“First you can help me get changed,” Steve instructed, and so I had to take his school blazer and tie, take them off Steve and hang them up, take off Steve’s school shirt, and put this in the laundry basket, and then the same with his trousers. Seeing Steve in just socks and underwear made me quite excited, but it was not to last, as I then had to help dress Steve in a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms. What came out of Steve’s mouth next shocked me though.
“Strip!” was the simple order.
I looked at Steve with my eyes as wide open as they could get, but he was unmoved.
“The door is locked, and no one can see you through the window, so strip now or I will pummel you, and strip you myself,” came the sharp response.
Not wanting to get a load of bruises, (I had got enough when my brother gave me dead arms and legs when wrestling) I relented, and took off my t-shirt and shorts, and put these on a chair pointed out by Steve.
“Better,” was all Steve said, at my now naked form standing very sheepishly in front of him.
“The sooner you tidy the room, and put everything where I tell you, the sooner you can wear clothes again,” said Steve, “and if you do everything I tell you without question, I may even give you something you have wanted for a while now.”
I did not know what Steve meant by that, but I wanted to find out, and made myself busy tidying this very untidy bedroom. Steve merely lay on his bed giving instructions on where to put everything. I think he was really enjoying seeing me run around with nothing on, as I am quite cute, and have a very tight little bubble butt. I found out later that Steve would quite happily have taken me there and then he got so sexually excited.
After an hour the room was spotlessly tidy, except for needing a vacuum cleaner run over the floor. I guessed I would be doing that sometime.
“Good,” said Steve. “I hate doing that job, and you have done it faster than I would as well. You deserve to wear your clothes again,” he added.
I didn’t need telling twice, and went straight over to where my clothes were laid out, and quickly put them on.
“Time for tea,” Steve announced. “Let’s wash our hands, and go downstairs.”
I was then showed where the bathroom was, and after we attended to emptying our bladders, I had to help Steve wash his hands, and dry them as well as doing my own. Steve has put a lot of thought into this I mused to myself thinking about the number of things he had already had me do in less than two hours.
After an enjoyable cooked tea, I faced a small inquisition, (as we all do when we visit a friend for the first time), and I found Steve’s parents to be very nice people. It seemed they were not rich to start with, and had amassed their small fortune through hard work, and a couple of lucky breaks. It also came out that Steve was very intelligent (which made him blush), and had already amassed a pot of money to put himself through University.
After this chat Steve told me that we would have an hour or two off from the bet, as it was a nice evening, and it would be nice to spend it in the garden. I wasn’t going to argue with that, and after taking Steve’s socks off for him (his last order before the time off began) we went into the garden. It was HUGE. Steve told me it was 45 foot wide, and about 200 foot long if you included going round the L shaped bend at the end. There was also a pool to one side. Steve noticed the fact that my jaw had dropped and said to me “Pick your tongue up before you fall over it!”
Brought back to reality I closed my mouth, and I asked Steve what he wanted to do. Next thing I know he has tackled me to the floor, and starts to tickle me. I instantly start screaming and laughing, and try to squirm out of his grip. No sooner do I manage to get away from his tickling hands, than he lunges at me, and we go through the process again.
This lasts for about twenty minutes until I begged for mercy, as my sides really hurt from all the tickling and grabbing. Steve relents, and I close my eyes panting madly. What I do not see is Steve stripping himself naked, (the one thing I really wanted to see), and getting two towels out of the conservatory. Before I know it Steve pounces on me, and hauls my t-shirt off my back. Before I realise what is going on he has my shorts off as well, and picks me up, and runs toward the pool.
My struggles are useless, and before I knew it I am submerged in the water with a large splash with Steve on top of me, and then swimming off.
As I come up gasping for air I see Steve floating just beside me laughing hysterically.
“Your face!” laughs Steve.
“You sod,” I respond, and splash water at him. A water fight quickly follows, and after calming down Steve announces he will dive off the diving board.
“You game?” he asks. When I shake my head Steve hoists himself out of the pool, and for the first time I see a naked Steve. My jaw falls open again as I look at a young Adonis. Steve’s lean muscular frame look as if it has been sculpted by an architect, and lovingly created into a perfect form by a skilled craftsman. A totally gorgeous bubble butt, which is very firm and tight with two perfect globes, surprisingly broad shoulders, and what really shocked me, an all over body tan with not a single white line to spoil the view. What really got me though was the view when Steve turned around to face me on the diving board.
His broad shoulders gently tapered down to a stomach area with just the slightest hint of a six pack. This body was naturally gorgeous, and toned, as Steve didn’t go to a gym, and just did general exercise. This totally lovely stomach carried on down to the most amazing cock I have ever seen. Even though there was no hair around it, there was no mistaking this was a full scale working “man cock”. Slightly darker than the rest of Steve’s tanned body, it gently hung down for four and a half inches while flaccid. The foreskin stopped just before the end of the head, allowing the end of the tip to gently protrude. (I was now desperate to see what this looked like in all its hard glory). Sitting just behind this wonderful cock were two low hanging balls just begging to be fondled to give the ultimate pleasure. Below all of this glory were Steve’s well defined muscular legs, ending in a nice pair of well looked after, but not too large size 9(UK) feet.
I did not even notice Steve jump off the diving board until I was hit by the splash, and started choking on the water. Steve had noticed me staring, but do not mention it then. He decided to leave that till later.
We carried on larking about in the water, and I realised we were both naked now, and asked Steve if it bothered him.
“Not at all,” he responded. “There is no house that overlooks the back garden, so you can be as naked as you like and no one will see.”
I took a moment to look around, and yes Steve was right. Not another window or anything to let you see into the garden. Steve got out of the pool at this point as he was felling the cold, as it was now getting dark.
“Come on out you get,” he said, as he could see I was getting cold. I shook my head though as I was sporting a furious erection, and did not want Steve to see it. His response cut me in two though.
“I know you are hard, you have been for half an hour, so I know what it looks like, so just get out of the water!”
With my cheeks burning beetroot red I pulled myself out of the pool showing my little three inch boy cock erection to Steve in all its glory.
“Cute,” said Steve, not making me feel any better. “At least now we have both seen each other naked, and don’t have to be funny about it any more.”
This response disturbed me a bit, but I didn’t know why. (I didn’t know Steve liked to spend as much time as possible naked, and so it didn’t bother him as it did me).
With our towels around our waists we picked up our discarded clothes to go in and shower. Steve decided we would share the shower, and I was a slave again. I had to clean Steve all over before I could do myself. How Steve stopped himself getting an erection while I soaped around his genitals I will never know. (That part really bugged me, as I wanted to see him hard, as he had seen me hard). After the shower I had to dry Steve, and dress him in a pair of tracksuit bottoms and a t-shirt. I was then allowed to wear my t-shirt and tight shorts.
We spent the next hour watching some TV with the rest of the family until I started yawning (it was about half ten by then). Steve’s mother noticed the fact I was almost asleep, and instructed us to head up to bed.
I led the way just ahead of Steve, who said his goodnights to his parents, and waited just by the bathroom door. After taking care of the essentials, and washing of hands (me doing both sets), we retired to Steve’s bedroom, where Steve locked the door as soon as we were both inside.
I was then instructed to strip again, which didn’t surprise me, and put my clothes on a chair. I then undressed Steve hoping he would stay naked, but it was not to be. I was instructed to get a pair of boxer shorts out of the drawer, and put these on Steve.
My next instruction was to get the bed ready for Steve, and Steve then sat in the bed, with the cover up to his waist. I was then told to switch off the light. In the now half light Steve looked even more gorgeous if that was even possible, but a thought had crossed my mind.
“Where am I sleeping?” I asked.
“Well I had thought on the floor,” said Steve, and noticing my shocked expression continued “but as you have been such a good slave boy you may have the privilege of sleeping with your master.
I advanced towards the bed, very relieved, but this is where my staring in the pool was to come back and haunt me, as Steve stopped me at the edge of the bed.
“You have to answer a question for me completely honestly first,” said Steve. “Why did you want to come here today, and why did you stare so much when I went to the diving board?”
Tears welled in my eyes, and I sank to my knees before I said “promise me that you won’t beat me to a pulp, and I will tell you all.”
Steve told me that he would not beat me up, and I told him about the mad crush I had on Steve from the moment I had laid eyes on him, and my need to spend time with him, and see his lovely body. I also liked the fact he treated me like a younger brother and larked around, and just made me feel happy.
“I am glad that is the answer,” said Steve, “You may have what you have been after for a while,” he continued. “Get in bed and take off my boxer shorts,” came the next instruction.
My heart leapt with joy. I was going to spend the night in the same single bed with Steve, and Steve and I would both be NAKED. I crawled into the bed, so my butt cheeks were resting on Steve’s ankles, and gently started to pull his boxer shorts down. As they came away from his waist I heard a “slap” as Steve’s cock hit his stomach. As soon as I finished pulling Steve’s boxer shorts off I looked up at what made the noise, and saw a sight that made my heart skip a beat.
Steve’s cock was erect and standing at its full nine and a quarter inches. The foreskin had no chance keeping this beast caged, and was now behind the head of this wonderful tool, which was moist, and glistening in the half light with pre cum. I started to drool as I took in the image I was now privy to, and shaking with nerves and adrenaline, moved my hands towards this quarry.
“No, no, no,” was the response from Steve, “only your mouth may touch it tonight.” To this end my hands were quickly tied behind my back, and Steve gently took my head in his hands, and started to guide it towards his monster cock. After a quick reminder about not biting or scraping with my teeth Steve inserted his cock into my mouth. He put the head in, and then stopped to let me get used to this wide monster in my mouth. It had been difficult not to scrape this wonderful cock with my teeth, as it had only just fitted into my mouth.
“Trust me?” said Steve. I nodded very slightly, and Steve slowly advanced his cock deeper into my mouth. After about an inch it got to my throat, and I started to pull back. Feeling this Steve stopped pushing my head down, and started to bob my head up and down from the bell end base of the head of his cock, to where I had started pulling up. He then instructed me to start sucking, move my tongue about, and anything else I thought he might like.
I was in heaven. I had a massive cock in my mouth, and the owner of this monster was being so gentle with me, letting me enjoy this as much as he. I started moaning in pleasure, and as I got better licking, and sucking Steve was soon moaning with pleasure as well.
I was soon starting to tire bobbing on Steve’s cock without being able to lean on my arms, and so Steve let me lay on my back, and then re entered my mouth with his cock, and started to gently face fuck me, pulling out so the base of his bell end met the back of my teeth, and then pushing in about an inch to an inch and a half, almost to my throat, taking his time, so I could, suck, lick and savour everything. Steve was really getting off on this, as his breathing became very ragged, and he was moaning almost continually. How long can he manage this level of pleasure I thought, as my jaw was now getting very sore from all the stretching, my tongue was tired as well, but I was determined to keep going.
I’m going to cum,” Steve finally stated, “you know what that means?” he asked. I gave a mini nod, and Steve continued “will you swallow my cum please?”
I thought about this for a moment, and decided I might as well try it once, and so gave another mini nod. Steve thanked me, and said he would hold my head when the time came, as instinct would make me try to move my head. Sure enough as soon as Steve came and the first spurt squirted into my mouth, I almost chocked, and tried to turn my head. I couldn’t move my head thought, as Steve still had it in a tight grip. Instead I started to swallow as quickly as I could. Several more squirts came out of Steve’s cock, as a massive orgasm overtook his body. As I watched his entire body flexed, all the muscles strained, and Steve almost stopped breathing. The sweat was visible all over Steve’s taut muscular body, with started shaking with the power of the orgasm, and he glowed in the half light coming in through the window. He was so good looking I almost started crying to think I had this Adonis as a friend, and possibly as a lover.
After a minute Steve stopped shaking, and his cock finally stopped pulsing. Steve took hold of his softening cock, and squeezed the last of his cum into my mouth. He then untied my hands, and lay down beside me.
“How was it then?” he asked, still out of breath.
“Amazing,” was my response, panting as well. At this Steve leant over and gave me a full scale snog, sticking his tongue into my mouth. I moaned in pleasure, and Steve was able to taste his cum that was still in my mouth.
“What did you think of my cum?” Steve then asked me.
“It’s weird,” was my honest answer, “It’s creamy, but runny, warm, salty, and sweet all at once, but nice,” I continued.
“Good, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” replied Steve, “and tomorrow before we get up, I will spend some time giving you pleasure,” he continued.
Steve then told me to lie down properly, and as soon as I had done so Steve scooted up beside me, and put one arm around my chest.
“Nice?” he asked.
“Oh yes, very very nice,” I purred, feeling very loved, special, protected, and above all wanted. More wanted in fact than I think I had ever been wanted before in my life. “Thank you.” I finished before giving Steve a quick kiss on the lips. Before I knew it I was sleeping soundly feeling happier than I had known for a long time. I had a good friend, and hopefully a lover who was both gentle and caring.
Part 4 – Being A Slave To Steve, Saturday
I was feeling a chill. “Pull the blanket up” my mind told me, and my right hand moved to “look” for it. Not being able to find a blanket I opened my eyes to see Steve sitting up on the bed looking at me. His eyes were watery, as if he wanted to cry.
“You are so cute asleep” Steve said, “I just wanted to pick you up and crush you into me in the biggest hug you have ever had in your life,” he continued.
Tears welled in my eyes now, as Steve looked so amazing as well, and I got up, knelt in front of Steve, our flaccid cocks almost touching, and said “please” in a voice that begged so sincerely, as well as gave permission to what Steve wanted.
Steve then wrapped his powerful arms around me, and my arms went around Steve, and as I sat down on Steve’s lap he gave me the hug I wished my brother had given me for years. It was so powerful, yet tender. I could feel Steve’s heart pounding, and he could feel mine. We shared our body heat, and started to perspire against each other, and we could feel each other breathing. I had never felt this close to anyone except my mum, and shed a tear, and vowed that I would give my mum a big hug as soon as I got home, to show her I loved her. Steve was bringing out the best in me, simply by reminding me I was capable of loving, as well as capable of being loved, and indeed being a loveable person.
This emotion became too much for me, and I started to cry hysterically. This alarmed Steve who started to release his hold around me.
“Nnnnnnoooooooo!” I wailed, “Please just keep on holding me tightly. I need to be held. I need to feel your love!” I sobbed.
Steve tightened his embrace around me, and let me sob on to my hearts content. I did not know it till later but Steve shed a few tears as well while I cried, but in the state I was in I had not noticed.
After about five minutes I calmed down, and explained to Steve what had gone through my head. Steve listened intently, and just nodded. I was starting to feel closer to Steve than my own brother. I had found a soul mate.
After I finished talking we decided it was time to have some fun before breakfast. We quickly went to the bathroom to relieve ourselves (both naked, which was a new one for me), and then got back to the bedroom where the door was locked.
I bounced onto the bed and Steve asked if he could tie me up, and give me some pleasure. I agreed with joy, and soon had my hands tied to one end of the bed, and my ankles tied together, and then to the bottom of the bed.
Steve then hovered over me, and gave me a full on kiss, pushing his tongue into my mouth, and playing with my tongue. I moaned, and explored Steve’s mouth, then let him explore mine again. After a couple of minutes Steve moved his attention down to my neck, and slowly kissed all around my neck. I was getting very hot and flustered, and loving every moment of this. Steve then shuffled down the bed to my feet, and started to kiss and lick the soles of each.
I immediately started to laugh, and Steve (who didn’t want anyone knocking on the bedroom door about the noise) went over to his sock drawer, got a clean pair out, and stuffed these in my mouth. He then went back to kissing and licking my feet, and my laughing, screaming, and pleas to stop were lost in the gag.
After five minutes Steve then moved up my legs, kissing, licking and caressing as he went. I was moaning loudly into the gag, and my cock was straining, and begging for attention. It was not to be disappointed. Steve got to my little three inch cock, and swiped his tongue over the tip. I gasped as the pleasure bolt went up my body. Steve smiled at this, and did the same again, and again, watching as I squirmed and writhed against the ropes that bound me to the bed, as pleasure racked my body with an intensity I could not believe. The best was yet to come though. Steve took the gag out of my mouth and told me to get ready for the time of my life, and then replaced it.
Steve took my foreskin, and gently pulled it away from the head of my boy cock, and then took my whole cock into his mouth with one easy move. The sudden heat, and moisture, and pressure from Steve’s tongue pressing my cock against the top of his mouth made me take a sharp intake of breath. I gasped loudly, and moaned even louder as I breathed out. Steve then started to bob up and down on my cock, rubbing it against the wall of his wet hot mouth using his tongue to hold it there. I lost control of my body as it went into pleasure overdrive. I was trying to ram my cock in Steve’s mouth. Without knowing it at the time I was pushing my body off the bed, and only my shoulders, head and the heels of my feet were now on the bed. The rest was in mid air, as I strained to put more of my boy cock into this pressure cooker of pleasure. I was sweating profusely, my breathing was ragged, I was moaning and groaning continually, and was making weird slurring noises in my mad abandon.
Steve was taken aback by the amount of pleasure I was getting of his sucking my cock. He knew it would not be long before I hit a dry orgasm, and carried on enjoying the ecstasy I was experiencing.
It did not take long. After a couple of minutes I hit my first ever orgasm, and although it was dry it was powerful.
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggghhhhhhhhhh!” I shrieked into the gag as the first pulse of a massive orgasm racked my body, making every muscle I had spasm. “Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuurrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggghhhhhhh!” was the response to the second wave. I did not make a response to the third, forth, fifth, and sixth pulse of my orgasm, each pulse made very muscle in my body flex again, as with the first and second wave of orgasm. I was too out of it. My head was spinning, I was seeing stars, and it felt as if I had physically leapt out of my body to a higher plane of being.
I collapsed back down onto the bed, my entire body soaked with sweat. I had left Steve’s mouth two foot in the air, where he had been sucking my cock with such devotion. Steve looked down at me with some concern. My eyes were open far too wide, I was covered with sweat, my eyes did not look as if they were actually focusing, and I was breathing so fast he thought I was having as asthma attach or fit.
After about a minute I started to calm down (much to Steve’s relief), and after Steve removed the gag I asked him to kiss me.
“You had me worried there squirt!” Steve said after we broke the kiss.
“That was so intense,” I replied. “How did you get so good at that?” I continued.
Steve just shrugged. “I take it you enjoyed it then,” came the sarcastic question. We both laughed at this, and I told Steve I just lost control of everything, and how much my head spun, and I hoped to make him feel that amount of pleasure one day.
“Put your cock in my mouth, and cum again,” I said. “I want you to have some pleasure now.” I continued.
“My pleasure,” said Steve, and went to untie me.
“No, please leave me tied up,” I begged. “Take me and do what you want to, I want you to really enjoy yourself.” I continued.
Steve did just that. He put a pillow under my head, and then moved up the bed so his low hanging balls were brushing my nose. I was surprised to find there was no hair there.
“Kiss and lick my balls,” he ordered, and I willingly complied. I let Steve lower his ball sack to my mouth, and then lovingly kissed, licked, and suckled for all I was worth. Steve’s flaccid cock grew hard in front of me, and he started moaning, and purring with pleasure.
Soon Steve moved back slightly, and then instructed me to kiss and lick the long shaft of his raging erection. This was a bit more difficult, as I had to rely on Steve moving his massive cock where I needed it to go to give him the most pleasure. It soon worked well with Steve slowly moving forward, and backward in a slow rhythm, and I kissed, licked, and tongued, as his cock went its happy way.
“Ready to suck and drink some cum?” asked Steve after about five minutes. I nodded with real enthusiasm, and Steve’s huge member made its way to my waiting mouth. It was not in there for more than two minutes before Steve made a loud moan, and filled my mouth with copious amounts of cum.
“Don’t swallow,” he asked just before cumming. “I want to see it all there in your mouth please,” he almost begged.
It was a tight fit to get all that cum in my mouth, as Steve’s cock was very large, but somehow it all fitted. As soon as Steve squeezed the last of the cum out of his cock into my mouth he looked into my cum filled mouth, and filled with lust, dove in for a deep snagging session. I don’t know who swallowed the most cum, but this had been an intense morning, and it was only 8!
After we broke from the kissing Steve untied me, and I said that I wished I didn’t have to go home. Steve shared that sentiment, and said we would have to find a way for me to get here again. A scary thought then crossed my mind.
“What are we going to do about my brother?” I asked. “He is expecting me to be miserable, and wanting to get out of here as fast as possible when he arrives, as I am meant to be your slave to use and abuse.” I continued.
“Oh “fuck!” said Steve. “I forgot about that,” he continued. “I will work that one out over our shower, and breakfast.” He finished.
“Speaking of which,” he said, “Come on slave boy, it is time you helped me shower, dress, and do my breakfast. You had better have numerous tasks that you have done for when your brother asks,” finished Steve.
With some reluctance I got out of bed, and then my stomach rumbled. Steve laughed at this, and playfully slapping my butt sent me off to the bathroom. We were both soon showered, dried, and back in the bedroom ready to be dressed. Steve had me dress him in underwear, tracksuit bottoms, a t-shirt, and then socks. He then opened up my overnight bag, and I was allowed to wear a set of tracksuit bottoms, and a t-shirt. I had accidentally picked a set of bottoms that were on the small side, and these hugged my bubble butt.
“Cute!” commented Steve. “I might have to rape you here and now!” he joked, and promptly raced me to the kitchen for our breakfast, slapping my butt every time he got close enough.
“No fair!” I yelled out as my butt got swiped again, “you know the way better than I do.” Steve just smirked at this, and I was quickly put to work to get breakfast ready.
“Morning,” came a voice from the kitchen door. Steve and I both jumped, as we did not hear Steve’s mum get to the kitchen. “Thought you both might like a full English breakfast.” Continued Steve’s mum; ignoring the fact we had both jumped in front of her. We both nodded, and I was soon putting everything away I had got out, as Steve’s mum got what she wanted ready. Soon after this we were tucking into sausages, eggs, bacon, mushroom, beans, fried bread, hash browns, and toast. As the cooking got about half way Steve’s dad came downstairs as well, and all four of us enjoyed the hearty breakfast prepared. I ate more than I thought possible, and had not realised how hungry I was. Soon I was fit to burst, and felt very contented.
After telling Steve’s parents that we would spend the day around the house, and in the pool (after breakfast had gone down), Steve asked if we should wash up. After being told to go away and have some fun, we bounded up the stairs, (this was hard work on a very full stomach), and then charged into Steve’s room, and collapsed onto the bed laughing.
Steve wrapped an arm around me, and reminded me that he never got to finish giving me pleasure. To this end I had to go lock the door, and strip so Steve could finish. I found it hard to believe Steve considered that he hadn’t finished, as he had put me on cloud nine earlier, but I wasn’t going to argue. As soon as I was naked my hands were tied behind my back, and I was told to kneel on the edge of the bed. Confused, I did as I was told, and then Steve came up behind me. He then started to kiss and lick my neck, and nibble my ears. At the same time Steve started to caress my butt cheeks, and slide a finger along the crack rubbing the sensitive skin, and really getting me going again.
My cock had got hard almost instantly, and now pulsed begging for attention. There was nothing I could do though, except enjoy the sensations Steve sent through my body. Steve’s hands soon stopped rubbing my butt, and moved over my full tummy, and all over my chest and back. Tweaking my little erect nipples, and rubbing all over my ribcage. I should have been in fits of laughter, but I was so turned on, everything somehow felt different. I was sexually on fire, and loving every moment of it. I wanted to give Steve pleasure as well, but could not do anything. Through most of this I was moaning, and groaning, and asking Steve to give me the release I needed. My requests were not to be until Steve had finished though. After putting me on cloud nine for a full half hour Steve untied my hands, and told me to give myself the release I was now desperate for. My hand went straight to my little cock, and I started wanking as fast as I could, while Steve kept on pleasuring me. It took less than a minute for me to get to the point of no return, and I enjoyed another powerful orgasm. Steve held onto me as I went limp and almost fell off the bed, and gently lay me down, and lay next to me.
“Enjoyed yourself?” asked Steve being cheeky. I nodded, still panting, and asked Steve why he gave me so much pleasure without asking anything in return.
“I am not going to force you to do anything you are not happy to do,” stated Steve. “It wouldn’t feel right, and wouldn’t be right,” he continued.
“Can I spend some time pleasuring you now?” I asked.
“Of course you can,” replied Steve with a big smile.
“Tell me what you like, and as long as I don’t mind doing it I will do it,” I said. “But don’t touch your cock until I say so,” I continued taking charge for once.
“Okay,” Steve responded, “Kiss and lick my feet to start,” he continued. I pulled off Steve’s socks and started to kiss and lick the soles of Steve’s feet. To my surprise they did not taste horrible, and then I remembered that we had showered only an hour ago. Not having to fear bad smells or taste I soon found myself kissing and licking all over Steve’s feet, and suckling and licking all his toes, and enjoying hearing Steve moan in pleasure. I was surprised how much I enjoyed kissing and licking Steve’s feet, as I had never thought of them as objects of desire.
“Do my chest and stomach.” Steve commanded, and he took off his t-shirt as I crawled up the bed. I went straight for one of Steve’s nipples, and moved my tongue all over it, covering it with the wetness of my mouth. I soon moved over to the other nipple, and did the same. I then kissed and ran my hands all over Steve’s hot body while Steve moaned with pleasure. I could feel Steve’s cock pulsing underneath me, and knew he wanted release, and decided Steve thoroughly deserved this release.
I pulled Steve’s tracksuit bottoms and boxers down in one movement, and promptly got smacked in the face by Steve’s hard cock as it sprang out of its prison. Steve promptly laughed at this, but I didn’t mind. I was enjoying myself too much.
I opened my mouth, and threw myself onto Steve’s erection, and gave it all I got. Steve started moaning louder, and started squirming as pleasure now racked his muscular body. I knew it would not be long.
Sure enough after a couple of minutes my mouth was filling with Steve’s cum as he enjoyed a powerful orgasm. After the orgasm finished I squeezed the last cum out of Steve’s cock, and lay on top of him.
“Ready for that swim,” asked Steve. I nodded, and without giving me a chance to move Steve picked me up, stepped out of his bottoms and boxers, and carried me out to the garden.
Steve’s parents were in the garden, and I suddenly remembered I was naked, and tried to cover myself. Steve laughed at this and reminded me we were both naked, and his parents had seen me yesterday when we were playing in the pool.
“Oh” I responded, not really relieved, but more comfortable about it, as we got to the edge of the pool.
“Wonder how warm the pool is,” Steve mused, and then simply picked me up, and threw me in.
“Hey!” I yelled before I hit the water with a splash. When I came to the surface I could see Steve laughing.
“I switched the pool heater on at breakfast,” laughed Steve, “I knew the pool would be warm enough,” he continued laughing even louder. “Your face!” he finished, now kneeling down he was laughing so hard.
“You bitch!” I yelled splashing Steve with water.
“Oooooohhhhhh!” exclaimed Steve as the water hit him, “This is war,” he continued, still laughing, and bound into the pool almost knocking me over he was that close.
We spent the next three hours splashing around the pool, and playing around the garden, and also relaxed and played team games with Steve’s parents. My being naked throughout didn’t even cross my mind. I was too busy having fun.
It came as a surprise to me when Steve’s mum called lunch, and really embarrassed me when she said Steve and me had to put some clothes on. I blushed beetroot red as I suddenly remembered I had been naked in front of Steve’s parents for three hours, and covered my groin with my hands. Steve laughed at my blushing, and said not too worry about it.
“My parents have seen naked boys’ bodies for nearly 25 years now, so no need to blush, it doesn’t bother them at all, it is just not allowed at the table when we eat.” Steve told me.
“Really?” I asked Steve’s mum, who was only a few feet away.
“Really,” was the reply, “We told all our children they can wear as much, or as little they like in the house, as long as they do not force anything on guests, but must be dressed when we sit down to eat,” she finished.
Feeling better I took my hands from my groin, and went into the conservatory with Steve to towel off, and then go upstairs to get some clothes.
“Just our tracksuit bottoms,” Steve called to me as I went up the stairs. I soon returned, still naked, and put Steve’s tracksuit bottoms on him, and when given permission put mine on.
After jacket potatoes and side salad as a light lunch Steve and I went back into the garden shedding our clothes by the back door.
“Better put some cream on you,” Steve said with a little concern, you are starting to burn your butt in the sun!” he finished.
He was right! To my shock and concern my little white butt was starting to go a very subtle shade of pink, and it was the same around the front. With the cream applied by Steve (making me blush every shade of red as I went hard immediately), I had to stand around for five minutes so the cream could soak in.
To pass the time we played some catch, slowly increasing the distance between us. As soon as the cream finished soaking in we played other games, including wrestling, which I lost hands down, but as Steve was much more gentle than my brother, I did not mind in the slightest. Instead of being given dead arms or legs, which my brother gave every time I submitted or was pinned Steve would tickle me until I submitted again. I did not want this day to end, but I knew it would do so in merely a few hours, and so I decided to enjoy ever minute I could.
Without warning Steve grabbed me and with me trapped in his arms dived into the pool, the same way he did yesterday. Once again as I came up gasping I saw Steve next to me, only this time he wasn’t laughing.
“I have thought about what we could do just before your brother arrives,” he started whispering, “But I don’t want to do it unless you say it’s okay, and you are happy with it.” He finished.
I could tell by the look on Steve’s face that he really did not want to hurt me, and to set his mind at rest I replied “If you don’t make it look like I have been miserable here, my brother will make me even more miserable, so please tell me the plan,” I whispered back.
The plan was simple but brutal. My brother was going to call Steve with a thirty minute warning that he would arrive. We would have a quick shower, and dry off. Steve would then dress and give me “punishment”, as if I had been a bad slave, or just to exert his “authority” during my visit. This punishment would consist of giving me two dead legs and arms (my brother would see the bruises when he got home), and also for me to have my butt spanked with a belt, which meant when my brother arrived my eyes would be red and puffy, and as my butt would be sore I would not walk properly, which my brother would probably notice, and it would look as if Steve had been very disappointed, and I would have been punished for my shortcomings.
Steve did not want to do this but I said it would be fine, and it was nothing on what my brother would subject me to, if he thought I had enjoyed my visit, and was stealing his best friend (he only had a few friends as it was anyway).
This did not make Steve feel any better, but at least he understood that he would not have to feel any guilt over this.
Now the plan was decided, we decided to forget about it until the time came to put it into practise, and we enjoyed the rest of the afternoon.
All too soon the dreaded phone call came, and the plan had to be put into practise. We looked at each other, nodded, and with great reluctance went into the house to shower. I was now getting nervous, as I knew what was to come, and Steve was nervous as well, and quite upset at what he was going to do to me, even though he knew it was the better of two evils, and he did not want my brother beating me on a daily basis through jealousy.
We quickly showered, dried, and I dressed Steve in boxers, socks, t-shirt, and tracksuit bottoms. All my clothes except for a t-shirt and tracksuit bottoms were put into my bag ready for me to leave, and it was now time for my “punishment.”
I had to plead with Steve to do this, as I really did not want to receive it from my brother, and I said to Steve, “pretend I am my brother if that makes it easier.”
Steve relented, and got a belt out of a drawer, and a clean pair of socks, which I had to put in my mouth.
“Don’t want my parents to hear or they will be up here in a shot,” Steve explained when I looked at him with concern.
Realising I would probably scream out I put the socks in my mouth and the punishment began. Steve stuck his middle finger knuckle out slightly, and hit me on the right arm, hard. I did yell out, and did twice more as the other two blows came down on my right arm. The same was then done to my left arm, and sure enough both my arms had gone numb, and really hurt. I had also started to cry. Steve took my right leg, but paused. “Do it!” I screamed through the gag, and Steve did so, with venom. I yelled and screamed several times again as my legs were battered in turn. Steve had tears in his eyes by now, but I took the gag out of my mouth, and begged Steve not to stop. My brother would not be able to handle the truth, and would probably beat both of us to a pulp if he did discover the truth. Steve merely nodded his head.
Now came the part I dreaded, Steve picked up the belt, rolled me over onto my stomach on the bed, and then put his left leg over my back so I could not squirm out of the way.
“Sorry!” Steve croaked just before he started.
“Smack!” The sound almost split the air in two as the belt landed slap bang in the middle of my butt cheeks. “Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh!” I screamed through the gag. I did not think it would hurt that much, and that was just the first one.
“Smack, smack, smack, smack” rang through my ears as Steve continued with my “punishment”. I was screaming as loud as I could, and was also trying to escape, even though I knew who was doing the smacking. Steve didn’t stop until my butt cheeks were beetroot red, even though I had been sobbing and screaming throughout. Steve got off me, and I heard him sniff loudly, and I realised how upset he was as well. I turned around to look at Steve, and true enough he had cried while he beat me.
“Sorry!” Steve croaked again.
“Don’t be!” I croaked back. “This is nothing on what my brother would put me through!” I finished.
Steve looked my butt over one last time, and gently kissed my cheeks hoping to take the pain away (if only he could I thought). He then went to the bathroom to wash his face, and while he was gone I looked at my butt in the mirror. It was bright red from top to bottom. My brother would be proud of that if he had seen it I thought, and then emotion, and pain took over and I cried on Steve’s pillow.
Steve came back into the room to see me sobbing onto his pillow. He put his arm around me to try to comfort me.
“Stop crying please, we have to get you ready to go, and you will get me going again,” Steve pleaded.
I took a deep breath to compose myself, and dried my eyes.
“Sorry, I just didn’t think it would hurt that much.” I told Steve, who nodded and embraced me.
I then very gingerly put on my tracksuit bottoms and t-shirt, and at the same time the doorbell went.
“Steve, Daniel’s here.” His mum yelled.
“Okay, coming down,” replied Steve, who then turned to me and said, “You okay?”
I nodded my head, even though my butt was throbbing, and felt very hot, which did nothing to ease the pain.
“Time to put on a game face!” said Steve, and smiled a big smile as he left the room, so my brother thought Steve had been having a lot of fun at my expense.
It took me a few moments before I was ready, and taking a deep breath I hobbled out of Steve’s room, and down the stairs to where my brother and Steve were standing chatting.
When my brother saw me hobble down the stairs in some serious discomfort he smiled broadly. This put Steve in a rage (just as well he could disguise this, as he now realised just how much of a shit my brother could be). I also saw the grin, and scowled at my brother, who just ignored my pain and discomfort, and headed up to Steve’s room swiping at my butt as he went. Unfortunately he connected, and with my butt being very sore I yelped.
Even though my mouth was closed he heard my yelp, and smiled even more, and went up the stairs laughing quietly to himself. Steve was by now livid, and wanted to lynch Daniel.
“Please don’t!” I pleaded. “For me!” I continued.
Steve looked into my eyes and relented instantly. Looking to check my brother was not about he kissed me, and said, “Okay, for you, and only for you!”
Steve then walked me to the waiting car, and just before I got in embraced me, and said we should do this again, and had to find a way. I agreed, and said I would work out a way.
As promised as soon as I was in the car I shed my sandals, and waved as the car took me away from the only person apart from my mum I would do anything for.
As soon as we got home I went upstairs to my room, dropped my bag, and barefoot again went to find my mum. It was time to keep the mental promise I had made earlier. She was sitting on the sofa with a recipe book deciding what to do for tea. I gingerly placed my sore bum on my mums lap. At this she looked at me with a puzzled look on her face.
“Mum,” I started, “I have realised I have taken you for granted, and until yesterday spending time with Steve I didn’t realise it. I really do love you, and can I have one of the hugs you used to give me as a baby?” I finished.
I could see the tears welling in my mum’s eyes, and she took me and smothered me into herself. She started to sob, saying she was so happy I loved her, and that she loved me. My eyes filled up, but I did not cry. I was happy, and wanted to stay that way. At this point my dad walked in, and noticing the state my mum was in looked at her. She waved him away with a look only they knew to say she was fine. My dad nodded and headed to the kitchen.
After about fifteen minutes of pure bliss we parted, and my mum gave me a kiss only a loving mother can give, which melted my heart, and the rest of me with it. She then told me to change, we would go out for a take away. I went upstairs, and my mum went into the kitchen and told my dad what had just happened. After they embraced my dad came upstairs, and he embraced me telling me he was proud of me, and that I had made them both very happy. He also gave me £20, and stated that my small gesture had restored my mum’s faith in me, and to keep it up. He only asked that some of the money he had given me be to be used as a small, but loving gift to my mum. I promised I would do that, and with another fatherly embrace I was told to get my butt in gear so we could go.
I had a brilliant evening with my parents, and forgot just how much fun my parents could be. Although my butt was sore for the whole evening I had a great time. We went out for a Chinese meal, and to my surprise we ate in the restaurant, went for a walk, during which my dad and I played rough and tumble, (something I had missed in recent years, and really enjoyed), and I was allowed to stay up late to watch a movie with my parents. I fell asleep before the end of the movie, and my dad carried me to my bed, and stripped me to my underwear. I did not stir until the next morning.
Thanks to Steve I had a new bond with my parents, which was much better that it was before. I now realised how much love there really was in my parents, and I planned for it to stay that way. I also realised just how lovable I could be to other people, and I wanted that to continue as well. I also wanted to share that newfound love with Steve, and I would need to find a way to achieve that as well.
The end?
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