London Calling
Chapter 08
Readers Warning; The following story contains elements of sexual content and contact between young boys around the age of twelve. If the subject matter offends you, or is not to your taste, or if you are closed mined to such things, or if you are a minor under the age of eighteen; then you should probably not read any further. Thanks, and enjoy.
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About A Boy
"Young boys should never be sent to bed. Because they always wake up a day older."
( Quote from Finding Neverland )
Authors note: In writing, it is often times difficult to convey an accent, or certain colloquialisms. Accordingly, I have taken certain liberties with spelling and grammar, to convey a bit of British flavour to the story. Please allow me this, and go with the flow. Thanks for reading, and please enjoy…
~~ Finale ~~
**Excerpt Chapter Seven
* Nathan drew back then, and smiled boyishly at his companions. "Sorry lads... I don' think I'm gay. I mean, it felt really nice and all but..." he smiled at his mates as he sat up and then scooted off the bed.
"Tha's not to say I wouldn't mind messin about some in the future. I mean shite, that was bloody wicked wasn't it..." The other boys grinned loosely at him, and he smiled back at them. "Well, I'm needin' a bit of a wash then." he remarked, and he headed across to the bathroom to start the shower.
"You lads gonna join me, or wha?" he called back to them. Shay glanced at Asher, and the two boys smiled and scooted off the bed to join their best mate in the tub. It had been a long eventful day, and a nice hot shower would be just the thing to reset tired bodies and minds. They lingered there in the tub till long after the water had cooled... *
* * * *
The following morning, Asher's mum and dad drove out from London to Swanage. They arrived at the cottage at half ten that morning, and were not surprised to find the cottage empty. It was a glorious summer morning with temperatures already hovering in the low seventies.
The cloudless skies offered a beautiful ceiling of blue above the coast, with a gentle, refreshing sea breeze drifting across the English countryside. Of course the three boys would be down at the beach, how could they not on a glorious day such as this.
Samuel and his wife Loren, took some things inside the cottage; things they'd brought up with them, and then they strolled down the road toward the beach. They held hands as they walked, enjoying this, their first chance to come out to the cottage since last fall. Reaching the sand, they removed their footwear and made their way up the shoreline, still holding one another's hands.
It didn't take long to find the boys, who were already frolicking in the low surf, hopping over the gentle waves of the English Channel as they lapped ashore. The Weatherby's stopped and watched them for a moment. It was wonderful sight, watching young boys at play; carefree and unencumbered just as it should be.
Several moments later Asher spotted his parents up on the beach, and he smiled and waved as the boys came out of the water and ran up the sand to meet them. Ash hugged his dad and then his mum, then looked back at Shay and Nate, who joined them then.
Shay looked sheepishly at Mr. Weatherby. "Thanks for helping me and me dad..." he offered, then threw his arms around Mr. Weatherby's waist, hugging him tightly. He lingered there for a long moment, then did the same with his wife.
"Everything's gonna be fine lad." Samuel told him reassuringly. "Your dad's gonna' get better in that clinic... It's time you stopped worryin' about such heavy things and start being a twelve-year-old. Alright?"
"Aw'right..." Shay replied with a warm smile.
"We can talk more about this later. Right now, let's all just enjoy this wonderful day." Mrs. Weatherby suggested. And with that they all settled in, lying on the colorful beach towels, basking in the warm sun, and splashing about in the cooling waters.
They spent the rest of the morning there, and sometime just past noon, they wandered back into the town proper for a nice low keyed and leisurely lunch. It was nice. It felt like family... After lunch, when they finally returned to the cottage, Mrs. Weatherby set about airing out the place, and she began doing a thorough cleaning of their holiday Cottage, which for the most part had been sitting empty for the past six months.
The boys offered their help, but Mrs. Weatherby shooed them all out. She was quite particular when she cleaned, she told them with a laugh, and didn't want to have to clean up after the men-folk as well. Accordingly she told the boys, and her husband to go play out somewhere else.
The boys needed little convincing for that, and it was happily back to the beach with them. Mr. Weatherby rented a couple of surf sail boards, and they spent the next few hours playing in the surf and trying to learn the fine art of balancing on the water. Quick learners though, the boys had a blast passing the afternoon this way.
At one point, while Asher and Nathan were out on the boards, Shay sat alongside Mr. Weatherby on the beach towels, soaking in the warming sun. "Thanks again..." Shay offered, glancing over at Samuel. "I mean, ya didn't hav'ta do all tha' for us..."
"You're family Shay." he replied with a warm smile, as he put his arm around the boy's shoulders. "Your father will get better. And in the mean time lad, you'll stay with us, all safe and sound."
"You've done so much for me already." Shay said after a moments contemplation.
"No more than you've done for us." Mr. Weatherby answered, and Shay looked over at him with a slightly confused look on his face.
"Wha..? I don't follow." The youngster conceded, as Ash's dad looked at him and smiled sadly.
"Shay, you've been such a good friend to Ash. I'm not sure you realize how difficult things were for him. When he decided to come out to us, and tell us that he was gay. He's a kid, and he struggled internally with it for a long, long time. It was bloody hard for him, for anyone, to come out like that. He was so...so incredibly vulnerable then, Shay. And it was even harder I think, for him to tell you and Nathan..."
Shay looked intently at Mr. Weatherby as he continued, "Ash desperately needed you and Nate then. And the two of you never wavered, not for a second, in your friendship to him." Samuel explained. "Shay, do you know how many teenagers can't...can't deal with that kind of pressure? It happens all too often that a parent, or even friends pull away, and... And so many kids end up doing terrible harm to themselves."
"I'd never have let Ash down like that, Mr. Weatherby. He's me best mate, an', and I love em..." Shay replied gravely.
"I know you do Shay. And that means more to me and his mum than you will ever know. And we will never let you down either." he smiled sincerely at the boy.
"Thanks." Shay replied, his eyes welling up a bit. They sat quietly for a moment, until the other boys finally came up from the water, laying the surf boards next to them in the sand.
"Whoa, that was a blast..." Nathan replied as he dropped to his knees on the beach towel in front of them. He shook his head vigorously, sending a fine mist of cold water from his long hair spattering onto everyone else.
"Oye..." Shay complained. "Wha', are you a dog now..."
"Woof..." Nathan grinned back playfully. His body still dripping with water, he sprung forward on top of Shay, trying to get him as wet as possible. "Come on, give us a hug then..." He laughed. Not really wanting to get wet again, Shay rolled away from him and clambered to his feet. He backed away, warning Nate to keep his distance, only to have Nathan laugh and chase him rambunctiously toward the water.
On the beach towels, Asher sat down by his father, and the two of them laughed at the antics of the other two boys as they scrambled across the sand. "Nice to see him laughing like that again." Ash commented.
"Yes. Yes it is." his father agreed as he put his arm around his son's shoulders. "You boys are a tight lot. And I'm proud of how you've helped him hang in there." Asher smiled at his dad and leaned in closer to him. In the end, Shay's only escape from Nate was to dive headlong back into the water, where the two boys splashed about until they were joined by Ash, and surprisingly by his father for one last bit of youthful silliness.
* * * *
Back at the cottage, and late in the afternoon now, the boys showered and changed into fresh clothes, which Ash's mum had thoughtfully brought up for them. They decided to drive just out of town up to Corfe Castle to have a look around. Nathan had never really gotten to see the historical ruins of the castle there, which dated well back to the eleventh century; so the group spent some time poking around and exploring up there before heading back into town to have dinner.
It was getting late in the evening now, they all enjoyed a nice family meal in town at one of the local establishments in Swanage. They even stopped in at the ice creamery for a little dessert before finally returning to the cottage.
Since it was late, and it had already been a long day, they pretty much decided to turn in for the evening. Of course Ash's mum and dad would be in the large bedroom; and fortunately for the boys, they'd had the foresight to launder the sheets early that morning before the adults had arrived. Thus removing any obvious signs of their rambunctious 'boyplay' session.
Nathan chose the smaller bedroom, secretly wanting a little privacy for his nightly ritual. The one all boys frequent... That left Shay and Asher on the pull out sofa bed in the living room. After turning in, with the lights shut off, the boys lay quietly under the covers for a time before Ash reached over and took Shay by the hand.
"Wanna' mess about?" Ash whispered, sidling in closely in the darkness.
"Wha? With yer mum and dad just down the hall?" Shay replied incredulously, glancing at Ash in the mostly darkened room.
"Yeah. Why not. It'll feel kinda' naughty that way, don't you think?"
"You're barkin' mad." Shay responded in a whisper, yet an impish smile crossed his lips, and Asher leaned in closer and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"You know you wan'ta..." he giggled quietly.
"Bloody hell man. If yer parents came out for a drink of water, or to use the toilet or somethin', they'd hear us."
"So don't make any noise." Ash breathed, just as he stuck his hand down the front of Shay's cotton underwear, causing Shay to squeak out loud in surprise. "Shhshhhh..." Ash giggled, his fingers closing around the other boys soft penis.
"Are you off your nut?" Shay protested quietly. Asher only giggled more.
"No mate. But you're about to be off your nut." he quipped, as he cupped Shay's testicles softly in his fingers. Both boys giggled quietly then in the darkness, and as much as Shay didn't want to be caught out, he was still enjoying the feeling of his best mates fingers gently fondling his genitals.
Finally unable to resist any longer, Shay reached over Ash's arm and followed his lead by carefully slipping his fingers under the waistband of his friends low rise briefs. He wasn't all that surprised to find that Ash was already boned up, which seemed to excite him even more.
In the darkness, the two adolescent boys began to fondle and play with one another's boy bits, giggling occasionally and cooing in silent whispers. Of course at night, in the darkness everything seems unnaturally quiet, so every sound they uttered seemed to be amplified.
But with great efforts to remain stealthy, save for the occasional unexpected grunts of pleasure, the boys managed a very enjoyable masturbatory experience together. It was Shay who came first, spilling in his undershorts and all over Asher's fingers with the expulsion of his sticky boy goo.
And despite his own joyous orgasm, Shay's fingers never abandoned their task, and mere seconds later Ash joined the pool party, going off the deep end and pooling his own boyseed into his shorts; liberally coating Shay's digits as well...
They lay panting in the darkness, hands still stuffed down the front of each other's shorts, and after a time they managed to clean themselves up a bit, using one of their tee shirts to wipe up the gooey mess as best they could. They smiled at one another when they'd finished, and after sharing a tender kiss, the boys drifted off to sleep with their underpants still more than a little damp in the front.
* * * *
The following morning, after a nice English breakfast, they all gathered up their gear and loaded everything into car. Ash's dad drove the short distance into Bournemouth, and they spent several hours there, strolling around and looking in some of the shops along the boardwalk. In no particular rush, they spent a little idle time in the sun on this different stretch of beach.
They had already locked up the cottage of course, and shortly after noon they started the hour and a half trip back to London, stopping off only briefly for some ice-cream in one of the local villages along the way.
Back in the city, they dropped Nathan off at his house, with the boys agreeing to meet up later on, and then they headed over to Shay's place. With his father away in rehab, Shay was going to be staying with the Weatherby's for the next month or so, and he needed to gather up some clothes and toiletries and such.
It felt rather odd to him tough, walking into his empty home like this. The place had an erie, almost lifeless feel to it now. He glanced around as if expecting to see a ghost. The only sound was the all too familiar ticking of the mantle clock in the living room, and even it seemed to be tick-tocking way too slowly.
Ash had followed him in, and he stepped up alongside him now. "You aw'right mate." he asked, putting his hand on Shay's shoulder. Shay shivered slightly, then nodded unconvincingly at his friend.
"Guess I should ge' on with it then." he said in low tones. The boy turned and headed up stairs to his bedroom. The closet door was still askew, still knocked off it's hinges from the altercation with his father. He sighed at the sight of it. His foot bumped against one of the empty beer bottles that his father had dropped on the area rug, sending it spinning slowly on the hardwood floor.
Shay stood watching it, transfixed until it finally stopped moving. His face was flush with the memory of his father angrily slapping him, grabbing him and verbally blaming him for what had happened to his mum.
The boy managed to swallow the large lump in his throat, and then he scooped up a duffle bag and started stuffing some of his clothes into it. Asher joined him, gathering a few things from the wardrobe and helping his best mate get the things that he needed.
Downstairs, the Weatherby's had come in as well, and Mrs. Weatherby, true to her nature, was already in the kitchen straitening things up, and gathering perishables from the fridge and the pantry. The home would sit empty for awhile, and she had already decided that she would come back later to thoroughly clean the place to get it ready for the eventual home coming.
A short time later Shay and Asher came down the stairs, duffle bag in tow. They all gathered in the hallway by the door, taking a moment to be sure that Shay had everything that he would need. Shay nodded that he was ready, but before heading out he set his bag down and walked across into the living room.
He stood in front of the fireplace looking somberly at the mantle, and then reaching up he opened up the front of the antique mantle clock and reached in to stop the pendulum from swinging. The tick, tock, ticking stopped instantly in its frame.
Turning then, Shay walked back to the entryway and looked at the Weatherby's. "No point letting it run." he explained. "Me mum used to say It's like the heartbeat of the home... I guess it doesn't matter if there's no one here to hear it beating." He picked up his duffle then and headed out the door.
When they got back to the Weatherby's house and went inside, Shay looked a little lost for a moment. "Ok well, I'll make up the bed in the guest room for you." Mrs. Weatherby offered. "You'll be comfortable in there don't you think son."
"No... I mean, he can stay in my room tonight." Ash intervened quickly. "That way we can talk about stuff if he wants to, if tha's alright. There's plenty of room, and... Well, he won't feel like he's alone." Ash's mom looked at Mr. Weatherby, who smiled slightly and nodded.
"Tha'll be fine son. I'm sure Shay will be more comfortable in there. Besides," he joked, "it's much closer to the bathroom."
The boys headed up the stairs to Asher's room, and Shay laid his duffle bag on one of the chairs, then sat on the edge of the bed. Slipping off his shoes he lay back then, and feeling suddenly weary he let his thoughts wander.
"We can put yer stuff in the drawers of me wardrobe, and we'll share the closet." Asher began, but when he looked back at Shay he saw that his friend had already fallen asleep. It had been a hectic and emotional few days, and everything had suddenly caught up with him. Ash smiled slightly, and walking over to the bed he stooped and grabbed Shay's lower legs, pivoting them up onto the bed in a comfortable position.
Carefully he peeled off Shay's ankle socks, and after hesitating a moment, he reached down and undid the button of Shay's board shorts, gently pulling them down his legs. When he'd pulled them off, Asher grabbed the thin bed cover from the foot of the bed and pulled it up, draping it gently over his friend.
He smiled tenderly, and moving to the door, Ash flicked off the bedroom light and left the room, heading downstairs to sit with his parents in the kitchen nook. "He fell asleep already." Ash announced. "Guess he's pretty beat."
"You sure he'll be comfortable in your room?" Ash's mum asked.
"He'll feel more at home in there mum. That's where he sleeps every time we have sleepovers, you know."
"I know love. I just thought he may need some private time to sort things out, that's all."
"I think he probably needs a friend more than he needs alone time." Mr. Weatherby offered. "We'll see how things go. He can always switch to the guest room if he needs some time to himself."
Mrs. Weatherby had heated some tea, and the three of them sat there at the table chatting for a time while they sipped it down. It had been a long weekend for everyone, and in the end they all decided to turn in early. No one was hungry for a late supper anyway.
Asher brushed his teeth and took care of his business, then quietly went back into his bedroom. Shay was still sleeping soundly in the darkened room, and Ash slipped out of his things and crawled up onto the bed on the other side of him. Lifting the bedcover, he slipped in next to his friend and sidled in close, gently putting his arm over the other boy.
He was still asleep, but Shay almost instinctively rolled onto his side toward Ash and nestled in against his warmth. There was comfort there, and as their bare feet touched, Ash smiled softly and closed his eyes.
* * * *
Over the next three weeks things seemed to settle down quite a bit. Shay had settled in nicely at the Weatherby's, and he, Nathan and Ash spent a lot of time together. It was summer time after all, and there was much mischief for boys to get into. They frequently rode their bikes through the neighborhood, or played soccer in the park.
There were movies to see, and sleepovers to be had. There were more than a few rousing games of 'bums up' played in Nathan's back yard, which was always good fun, if not a bit 'cheeky'. Though after what had happened at the cottage, Nate wasn't so quick to bare his bum and taunt the other lads with a free shot...
The sexual boyplay had leveled off somewhat as well. Oh, they were still quite regular with nightly their masturbation, and more than a few shared showers when the folks were out. And not surprisingly, Nathan was happy to participate in such activities; 'strictly for the fun of it', he'd say. Yet he was the one who had wondered about, and suggested a 'three way' blow job. Which went very well by the way...
Shay and Asher kept things light. They were just boys after all, and in spite of what you may have heard, most kids that age aren't into heavy relationships. It's all about the fun of it, the physical experimentation and exploration. And isn't that the best part anyway?
One Saturday, Mr. Weatherby sat down to have a chat with Shay. Telling him how his father was doing in rehab and counseling. The trained Counselors at the Center wanted Shay to come in for a session with his father. It would be the first time he'd seen his dad since the day of the final incident.
Shay was understandably reluctant... He was still angry with his father, but he loved him as well, and as awkward as it might be, they needed to see each other and talk. In the early afternoon Mr. Weatherby drove Shay up to clinic in Islington, and sat with him in the reception area till they were ready.
"I'm scared." Shay confided in him.
"Nothing to be scared of Shay." Mr. Weatherby offered. "It's yer dad. He's doin' really well I'm told. You just need to know that he's so sorry about everything. And Shay, he's doing all this for the both of you, do you understand?"
"I...I guess." Shay nodded. "But...what do I say to him though?"
"Say what you feel son. You'll know what's right, I promise." They looked up then as the Counselor came out to meet them.
"Hello Shay." The older man offered. "You want to come on back then?" Shay stood, he looked back at Mr. Weatherby, who nodded at him confidently. And with that, Shay followed the Counselor back to one of the inner offices.
Going inside, he was almost relieved that his father was not already in the room. The Counselor sat down opposite him, and they chatted for several minutes in a friendly, informative manner, putting the boy more at ease.
"Your father has been working really hard here," he continued, "and I know he's just as anxious about this as you are. You're free to say anything you like. I'm sure you're angry, but... Remember, this is more about moving on, than dwelling on mistakes in the past. He loves you son, and we've worked through some very serious issues with him here."
Shay nodded nervously. "Are you ready to see him then?" The Counselor asked. Shay sat up strait, swallowed dryly, and nodded tentatively. He sat there anxiously for a few minutes, and finally the door opened.
Graham walked through the door, an embarrassed and sad expression on his face. He looked at his son and his throat tightened. Shay glanced at him, then looked nervously away. He wanted to run over and hug his father; he wanted to run over and hit him as well, as his thoughts raced back to that day.
"Son..." Graham said. "Son I'm so sor...sorry..." The words caught in his throat, so consumed by emotion he was. Shay looked at him, his own eyes brimming now.
"It wasn't my fault dad..." Shay got out. "Mum... The accident... It wasn't my fault." His father teared up and cried openly now.
"I know son, I know... God I'm so sorry... So sorry I ever said tha'. So sorry about everythin' I've pu' ya through... I need you boy. I need us ta be a family..." Shay's tears flowed down his cheeks, and unable to hold onto his anger any longer he got up and ran to his father, throwing his arms around the man, clinging to him like a life preserver in a troubled sea.
The session went on for the better part of an hour. The Counselor directed the conversation, and they talked, they opened up about their feelings, and for the first time Shay felt like he was being heard. And his father was nothing but conciliatory. He took full responsibility for everything. It was all on him, every bit of it, and he was determined to make it right.
In the end, he genuinely asked his son for forgiveness, and Shay willingly gave it to him. The counselor told Shay that his father would still remain at the clinic for two to three more weeks, to totally 'dry out', and to finish sorting through the emotional baggage as well. But he was very confident about the results.
The drive back into London was a more relaxed one, and Shay was very appreciative of Mr. Weatherby for everything they had done, and were doing on his behalf. And when they finally got home and pulled into the driveway, Asher quickly came around from the back yard where he'd been kicking a soccer ball around.
He studied Shay as he got out of the car, and he could tell right away that Shay was visibly more relaxed and chipper than he'd been; which of course made Asher very happy. "How'd it go then?" Ash asked hurrying over to greet his friend.
"Pretty well actually. I think things are gonna' be alright now." Shay smiled, and Asher grinned and nodded back at him.
"Well go on then. Go change into some soccer shorts and come boot the ball around with me in the back yard." Shay happily hurried inside and changed from the long pants he'd been wearing, into a thin pair of nylon soccer shorts and his Nike trainers, then he joined his friend in the yard.
The boys spent the next half hour running about in the yard, shooting on Ash's home made goal. Mr. and Mrs. Weatherby watched them out the kitchen window, and they were relieved as well, that Shay seemed to be more like his old happy self.
As it turned out, the Weatherby's were going out with friends that evening. Dinner, and the theatre again in London's West End. At the boy's insistence, they ordered in some dinner from the pizza place for the boys, and at half five Mr. and Mrs. Weatherby headed out for their evening in Victoria.
It wasn't long till the food arrived, and the boys quickly abandoned the yard, kicked off their trainers and went inside to scarf down the large BBQ chicken pizza, and most of the garlicky bread sticks. When they had finished, they settled in the living room to chill for a bit and watch the telle.
Asher slouched at one end of the sofa, with his feet up on the coffee table, and Shay sprawled himself out, lying lengthwise across the couch, casually resting his feet up on Ash's thighs.
They toggled through the channels of the telle, not finding much of anything exciting to watch, so they began chatting, and tossing a mini soccer ball back and forth between them while they killed time, waiting for something better to come on. Ash turned his head and looked at Shay.
"I'm glad things went well with yer dad today." Ash offered sincerely.
"Yeah... Me too mate. I was really worried about how tha' was gonna' go, you know." He looked at Ash and smiled stoically. Ash nodded, and without really thinking about it, he rested his hand on Shay's lower legs, which were still laying across his lap.
Quite innocently he rubbed his hand over Shay's smooth, bare calf. "You ever gonna' grow any hair on these things?" he quipped. Shay looked down at his boyishly smooth legs and shrugged.
"Oye, you don't have any hair on yer legs either." He reminded his friend. And then as an afterthought he moved his foot, rubbing his heel in Ash's groin. "Hell, you don't even have much hair around yer cucumber either." he teased.
Asher reacted by taking hold of Shay's foot. He peeled off the ankle sock he was wearing, and tickled his bare sole for a moment. Shay squirmed a little, but didn't pull his foot away as he smiled boyishly back at Ash.
"Take off me other sock as well, will ya." he prompted, lifting his other foot a few inches. Asher obliged, pulling off the other sock and then playfully tossing it back towards Shay's face.
Still holding Shay's bare foot in his lap, he began fondling it absently, gently massaging the lambskin soft sole and his small cute toes. He looked over his friend, lying there on the couch to his right. Shay was awesomely cute, he thought just then, as he studied the boy's youthful features. He took in the whole of his face; the compelling pale blue eyes, his bobbin-like nose, and the long, soft feathery brown hair that framed his boyish face.
Ash's eyes drifted from Shay's face slowly down to his slim torso, hidden, but clearly defined by the stylish two tone gray Under Armour compression shirt that he was wearing. He lowered his eyes further, stopping when they came to the loose nylon soccer shorts which were slightly bunched up there near his groin.
He smiled then, and slowly slid his hand up Shay's firm, tanned thigh, intentionally slipping his fingers beneath the loose leg opening of his shorts. "You don't have many hairs there either..." Ash pointed out as if reminding himself. His fingertips sliding in purposefully against Shay's nut sac, with only the thinnest of mesh linings separating their skin.
Shay looked back at Ash and smiled impishly. "Oye..." He grinned, "Hands off mate." he teased playfully. "Thems 'my' crown jewels, not yours..."
"Oh, so I guess you're the Queen now are you." Asher giggled.
"No... You're still the queen you big poof..." Shay teased back good naturedly, and he slapped at Asher's hand, denying him further exploration. Ash grinned at him, then he repositioned himself on the couch, getting up so that he was kneeling on the couch now between Shay's legs.
With one hand resting softly on each of Shay's bare legs just above the knees, he slowly slid his palms upward over the buttery smoothness of the younger boy's firm thighs, then slowly back down again. "That's so nice..." Ash hissed softly, starting to feel more than a little aroused by the succulent feel of bare skin.
"Looks like you found your magic wand there Harry Potter..." Shay giggled, looking down at the firm bulge pushing out now against Asher's thin sport shorts.
"Ah...Clever one." Ash replied. "Changing up the game now are we. Okay I'll play along." He reached down then and took hold of Shay's soccer shorts, playfully pulling them down his legs.
"Wha' are you doin." Shay chuckled knowingly.
"Makin' yer clothes disappear." Ash replied, as he tossed the discarded shorts back over his shoulder. He looked down at Shay's beautiful boyhood, still mostly soft and laying like a small fleshy sausage against his left thigh. Ash shivered with excitement. "Time to make tha' litt'l Slytherin disappear as well." he grinned.
And with that, Ash lowered his head to his friends youthful groin and sucked the recumbent penis into his mouth. "Uhhhhhoooo..." Shay sighed instantly as Asher suckled on his limp boyhood; which urgently began to swell and enlarge.
Ash pulled his head back after several seconds, letting the wet, and growing prong slip out of his mouth. He smiled and lowered his face again, licking this time on the soft, tender skin of the younger boy's scrotal purse. He could feel the shape of Shay's youthful testicles with his tongue as he swizzled his wet taste digit greedily there over the rounded orbs.
"Ohhh, ohh shit..." Shay sighed, arching his back, as if leaning into the pleasure. Asher breathed in the musky scent of boy sweat around Shay's balls, and his free hand reached up then and gently peeled back Shay's languid foreskin. Then with eyes gleaming, he took the raw, freshly exposed purple knob into his mouth again, rimming the glans this time with his tongue, licking at the moist closed pee slit. "Oh man..." Shay groaned in delight again, his hips squirming joyfully.
Suddenly he wanted more though, and Shay lifted his torso as best he could, in a frenzy of excitement he reached up to pull his body shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. He was more than aroused now; pubescent boys don't require much to get them turned on, and being none to gentle, he reached over and took hold of Asher's tee shirt as well, pulling on it, and actually ripping it as he pulled off of his friend's torso.
Yes, his young hormones were racing now, and he forced Ash to sit back up on his knees for a moment, and then raising himself up, Shay shoved his playmate backwards. Finally able to get up he reached down for Ash's waistband, tugging at the nylon shorts until they slid down Asher's thighs, finally freeing his erect, and rigid tuber...
Had they been older, this would have been called foreplay, but for them it was just pure fun. Sexually aroused fun. Their wild eyes met for a moment, and both seemed to sparkle in the moment of pure sexual boyplay.
These boys were horny, and so inspired, that they almost lunged at each other, both of them wrapping their arms around the other's nakedness. This was awesome. It was naughty and, and... Fuck it was just erotically hot... It was the curious experimentation of two pubescent pups let off the leash.
Shay pressed open lips onto Asher's, and their tongues engaged in wet exchange of adolescent playfulness. Shay wanted to reward his friend, it was returning all the love, care and kindness that Asher had shown him. For Ash, it was the unbridled release of his boyhood sexuality. He was gay, and for whatever reason, this time he felt the freedom to express it fully.
The boys rolled about on the sofa, giggling delightedly, exploring mercilessly as they coiled around each other's nakedness. Their bodies were quickly wet with the sweet sweat of adolescence, and their youthful erections ground and rubbed together over nearly naked pubic mounds.
Their fingers explored without guidance, finding purchase in one crevice or another. They humped instinctively into one another, squirming around with youthful energy. One of the sofa's throw pillows fell to the floor, followed by another, and then one of the cushions, and the boys nearly tumbled off as well as they rolled about playfully.
They both seemed to realize there wasn't enough room to fully engage, and somehow they managed to stop and get up from the sofa. Pulling Shay urgently by the wrist, Ash hurried them up the stairs and the two boys bowled through the door into Ash's bedroom, spilling themselves onto the queen sized bed.
It was Shay who ended up on top this time. He straddled his naked friend, playfully licking and kissing his way down the other boy's naked frame. Ash's boyhood was dripping like a bad faucet, throbbing there, and Shay sucked him in, savoring the salty sweet boy honey on his tongue. "Mmm..mm...mmm..."
Then, tight lipped he slid down the other boy's fleshy pole. "Ahhhrrrrhhhh...." Ash arched his back, wallowed in it as his tumescent sausage spasmed and sent tingles of delight through him His four and a half inch slender boyhood throbbed and twitched in Shay's mouth, dripping even more succulent preseed.
And Shay was certainly all in at this point. After nearly bringing Ash to climax, he backed off, and did what he'd been hesitant to do before. Forcing Asher's legs up to his chest, Shay nuzzled the floating orbs of his friends testicles. He licked at them, washed them with his tongue. And then he moved lower between Ash's legs, drawn there by the forbidden rose.
He nuzzled there, and without any reservation this time he bathed Asher's pink grommet with his tongue. There was nothing but the light scent of aroused boy musk, and nothing more. Shay lathered the area, probed deeply at the sensual rose bud, leaving it wet and loosely puckered. Asher was moaning contentedly, wanting even more.
"Please Shay..." he beckoned.
Shay looked up over his friends distended and slack testicles, and he smiled impishly at Asher. Ash nodded eagerly back at him, and mumbled "Please mate... I really want you to..." Shay wetly lubed the pink flesh with his tongue, leaving it glistening and primed.
He got up on his knees then, and he sidled himself up closely to Asher's exposed bum. Both boys trembled with pure excitement, and Shay reached down and took hold of his own drooling penis, guiding it as he leaned inward.
Several awkward attempts at lining himself up, until Asher raised his bum a little and Shay repositioned himself slightly. This time, as he moved his hips inward, he could feel his exposed knob pressing against the heated pink ring. It was incredible, and he leaned forward even more.
"Ohhh, ohh yeah... Yeah..." Ash grunted as both of them could feel Shay's purple tip slip into the warmth of Asher's private opening. It was tight, and wet, and warm, and... He stopped to look at Ash, and his gaze was met with a smile and a nod. "Yeah... go on... Shag me mate..."
Shay swallowed excitedly and put more of his hips into it, he arched his back in pleasure as Asher's bung seemed to swallow his boyhood. "Oh fuck..." Shay hissed. He'd never felt this kind of warmth and pressure around his boyprong before. It was insanely erotic. He could feel his penis spasm as it slipped into the depths, stimulated now beyond any expectations or imagination.
He lay his upper body down on top of Ash's then, their sweaty wet chests pressing together, with Ash's thighs spread well out to the sides. "Mmm..mm..mmm..." Ash breathed and moaned, feeling the fullness in his rectum, and then he lifted his head and kissed Shay gratefully. "Mmm, yeah..." he breathed.
For a gay teen, this was the exciting culmination of his fantasies. The long road from feeling like he was different, to finally feeling fulfilled. He'd dreamed of it so many times. Masturbated to so many exotic scenarios, wondering if he'd ever really experience the wonder of it all. Wondering if he'd even survive.
Even at thirteen, he'd known the doubts, and the fears. He'd suffered the recriminations of others who may have suspected his orientation, and made him feel the less for it. But not from Shay. Never from Shay, his best mate. His best friend.
He opened his eyes to look at his friend, who's face was humorously contorted now in a mask of pleasure as he slowly pumped his boyhood in and out. Ash closed his eyes again, suddenly experiencing electrified pleasure, because Shay had thrust inward and knobbed his prostate gland. He hadn't expected that. He didn't even know about that. It happened again, and again; Ash felt a sudden rush of pleasure as if he was having a major orgasm.
His balls writhed, his erect wand swelled, and then it happened for real. Asher spewed a giant load of boycum onto his belly. It was deeper and more intense than anything he'd previously experienced. Again, and again his knob expanded and expelled liberal amounts of sloppy, creamy wet, opaque boy goo... "Unnnnnnnchhhh....uhhhh......"
In all, there were seven mind boggling contractions, (if he had the presence of mind to count) which ejaculated pure boy spunk onto his sweat soaked body. And on the other end of things, Shay was in his own euphoric heaven. When Asher had started to cum, his bung hole clamped snuggly around Shay's boyish penis like a willing fist.
It was tight, and delightful and Shay's insides roiled with intense orgasmic build up. His thighs and groin tingled and tightened, his own bung hole seemed to tingle with arousal as his hips slapped flesh on flesh with Asher's rump.
And just as Asher's orgasm finished, Shay's was born. "Uhhhh...hhhh.. Uhh.uh..uhhh.."
Orgasm ripped through his boy bits, spewing into the depths of his friends bum... "Ohh ohh, oh fucccc...." Shay moaned as he drained himself dry.
So spent was he, that Shay collapsed forward on top of Asher. Their bodies were glued together with perspiration and the sweetest of expelled boy nectar, that even now continued to drool from Ash's bulbous knob... Their hearts seemed to duel; beating like kettle drums, as they lay chest to chest... Shay raised his hips slightly, but just for a moment, allowing his spent, softening boy noodle to slip wetly from Asher's relaxed ring of pleasure.
Tears of joyous pure ecstasy formed in the corners of Asher's eyes, so fulfilled did he feel at this very moment. Absently he rubbed his hands along the smooth moist skin of Shay's naked back. "That felt sooo good," he breathed into his friends ear, "so good...." He slipped his hands downward and cupped his palms on the warm rounded mounds of Shay's bum.
Almost instinctively he began pulling the other boy's hips into him. Ever so gently, rhythmically, emulating that glorious humping motion. Shay's soft boylike voice cooed into his ear, as both boys seemed to enjoy this gentle after dance...
After a time, Shay pulled his head back, and he smiled down at his friend. "Not bad for me first time." he surmised playfully.
"I've had beh'er..." Shay teased back, and both boys giggled. They kissed each other then, tenderly. It just seemed like the thing to do. They were still just boys. Just boys who had shared one of those incredibly wondrous experiences of youth together. Boys who were exploring their sexual identities. Just boys, learning to fly...
The bed was a tangle of moist, twisted sheets, and they knew they needed to get things cleaned up before the parents came home. And as Shay slowly lifted himself off of Asher, they both giggled in surprise as they looked at the wet sticky mess clinging to both their bellies. A strand of semen dangled from Shay's strained purple knob, and Asher reached down to wipe it away.
The boys slid carefully off the bed and crossed the hall to the bathroom for a quick purposeful shower. They wrapped themselves in white cotton towels when they finished, and then went about stripping the bed and remaking it with fresh sheets form the airing cupboard.
Finally they went downstairs and straitened the living room sofa, retrieving cushions and their clothes from the floor. They both laughed at how much of a mess they'd made, especially when they found Shay's soccer shorts hanging off the edge of the lamp shade where they had landed.
Satisfied that everything was back to normal, they celebrated by finishing off the last of the garlic bread sticks that had come with the pizza, then rinsing it down with milk right out of the bottle they'd rummaged from the fridge.
Still wrapped in their towels, the boys sat back on the couch to watch a movie on the telle. Their bare feet were up on the coffee table, and without even realizing it they were idly rubbing their toes together. And that is how this evening, and this adventure ended.
* * *
It was three weeks later that Shay's dad had finished up at the rehab clinic. Shay had gone up once more during that time to visit, and he could easily see how much better his father was. And now on this sunny Saturday afternoon, the Weatherby's drove up to Islington with Shay, to bring his father home.
Graham was a markedly different man. He smiled and hugged his son warmly. He even took Asher aside, and most sincerely apologized to him as well. He had said some mean things at times, which he truly regretted now. He knew how much the boy meant to his son, and he was determined to make everything right again, with everyone.
They all took a leisurely drive back into London, a happy lot as they pulled onto Burnaby Road and stopped at the curb in front of number 16, Shay's house. They all got out of the car, the Weatherby's helped to carry Graham's things up the stone steps and into the entryway.
Graham looked about, his eyes welling with delight. The house was fresh, clean and airy, with the sun streaming in through tied back curtains and open windows. The place smelled alive, with several vases brimming with fresh cut flowers on all the tables.
Mrs. Weatherby had taken it upon herself to make the house into a home again, and the very feel of it gleamed with promise. Graham teared up as he looked about. The place hadn't felt this alive since his wife had passed. With a broad smile he hugged both Mr. and Mrs. Weatherby, thanking them yet again for all their compassion, and especially the kindness they'd shown to his son.
The fridge and cupboards were even filled with food. "Everything afresh..." Ash's mum had said. She had seen to everything with a mothers instincts. She went into the kitchen now and prepared some tea for everyone.
The boys had gone up to Shay's room with his bag to put his things away, now that he'd be living back at home as well. Shay was surprised to see that his closet door had been replaced. Mr. Weatherby had pitched in as well, making repairs for this fresh start.
"Gonna miss havin' ya around all the time." Asher said somberly.
"I'm not goin' anywhere mate." Shay assured him. He smiled at his friend, then stepped up and hugged him warmly. "I love you ya big poof..." Asher smiled wryly, then kissed Shay on the cheek.
"Love you too mate. Always have." They smiled warmly at one another. "And don't forget, next weekend you me and Nate are going back up to the Cottage. Three days up there, just the three of us... Alone like..." He said with a suggestive smile and a wink.
The boys headed back downstairs, and joined everyone. They were all gathered in the living room now, and just sitting down to tea. Asher knelt down and sat on the floor near his parents. Shay stood there for a moment looking around at everyone. "Come on son. Come in and sit with us." his father called, patting the sofa next to him.
Shay smiled softly to himself. He started toward the couch, but then stopped for a moment as he thought of something. The boy turned and walked across to the fireplace. He stood there for a second, and then he reached up toward the antique mantle clock.
Opening the glass face, he reached in and set the pendulum in motion. 'Tick, tock, tick tock...' The house was a home; it had a heartbeat again...
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( Quote from Finding Neverland )
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**Excerpt Chapter Seven
* Nathan drew back then, and smiled boyishly at his companions. "Sorry lads... I don' think I'm gay. I mean, it felt really nice and all but..." he smiled at his mates as he sat up and then scooted off the bed.
"Tha's not to say I wouldn't mind messin about some in the future. I mean shite, that was bloody wicked wasn't it..." The other boys grinned loosely at him, and he smiled back at them. "Well, I'm needin' a bit of a wash then." he remarked, and he headed across to the bathroom to start the shower.
"You lads gonna join me, or wha?" he called back to them. Shay glanced at Asher, and the two boys smiled and scooted off the bed to join their best mate in the tub. It had been a long eventful day, and a nice hot shower would be just the thing to reset tired bodies and minds. They lingered there in the tub till long after the water had cooled... *
* * * *
The following morning, Asher's mum and dad drove out from London to Swanage. They arrived at the cottage at half ten that morning, and were not surprised to find the cottage empty. It was a glorious summer morning with temperatures already hovering in the low seventies.
The cloudless skies offered a beautiful ceiling of blue above the coast, with a gentle, refreshing sea breeze drifting across the English countryside. Of course the three boys would be down at the beach, how could they not on a glorious day such as this.
Samuel and his wife Loren, took some things inside the cottage; things they'd brought up with them, and then they strolled down the road toward the beach. They held hands as they walked, enjoying this, their first chance to come out to the cottage since last fall. Reaching the sand, they removed their footwear and made their way up the shoreline, still holding one another's hands.
It didn't take long to find the boys, who were already frolicking in the low surf, hopping over the gentle waves of the English Channel as they lapped ashore. The Weatherby's stopped and watched them for a moment. It was wonderful sight, watching young boys at play; carefree and unencumbered just as it should be.
Several moments later Asher spotted his parents up on the beach, and he smiled and waved as the boys came out of the water and ran up the sand to meet them. Ash hugged his dad and then his mum, then looked back at Shay and Nate, who joined them then.
Shay looked sheepishly at Mr. Weatherby. "Thanks for helping me and me dad..." he offered, then threw his arms around Mr. Weatherby's waist, hugging him tightly. He lingered there for a long moment, then did the same with his wife.
"Everything's gonna be fine lad." Samuel told him reassuringly. "Your dad's gonna' get better in that clinic... It's time you stopped worryin' about such heavy things and start being a twelve-year-old. Alright?"
"Aw'right..." Shay replied with a warm smile.
"We can talk more about this later. Right now, let's all just enjoy this wonderful day." Mrs. Weatherby suggested. And with that they all settled in, lying on the colorful beach towels, basking in the warm sun, and splashing about in the cooling waters.
They spent the rest of the morning there, and sometime just past noon, they wandered back into the town proper for a nice low keyed and leisurely lunch. It was nice. It felt like family... After lunch, when they finally returned to the cottage, Mrs. Weatherby set about airing out the place, and she began doing a thorough cleaning of their holiday Cottage, which for the most part had been sitting empty for the past six months.
The boys offered their help, but Mrs. Weatherby shooed them all out. She was quite particular when she cleaned, she told them with a laugh, and didn't want to have to clean up after the men-folk as well. Accordingly she told the boys, and her husband to go play out somewhere else.
The boys needed little convincing for that, and it was happily back to the beach with them. Mr. Weatherby rented a couple of surf sail boards, and they spent the next few hours playing in the surf and trying to learn the fine art of balancing on the water. Quick learners though, the boys had a blast passing the afternoon this way.
At one point, while Asher and Nathan were out on the boards, Shay sat alongside Mr. Weatherby on the beach towels, soaking in the warming sun. "Thanks again..." Shay offered, glancing over at Samuel. "I mean, ya didn't hav'ta do all tha' for us..."
"You're family Shay." he replied with a warm smile, as he put his arm around the boy's shoulders. "Your father will get better. And in the mean time lad, you'll stay with us, all safe and sound."
"You've done so much for me already." Shay said after a moments contemplation.
"No more than you've done for us." Mr. Weatherby answered, and Shay looked over at him with a slightly confused look on his face.
"Wha..? I don't follow." The youngster conceded, as Ash's dad looked at him and smiled sadly.
"Shay, you've been such a good friend to Ash. I'm not sure you realize how difficult things were for him. When he decided to come out to us, and tell us that he was gay. He's a kid, and he struggled internally with it for a long, long time. It was bloody hard for him, for anyone, to come out like that. He was so...so incredibly vulnerable then, Shay. And it was even harder I think, for him to tell you and Nathan..."
Shay looked intently at Mr. Weatherby as he continued, "Ash desperately needed you and Nate then. And the two of you never wavered, not for a second, in your friendship to him." Samuel explained. "Shay, do you know how many teenagers can't...can't deal with that kind of pressure? It happens all too often that a parent, or even friends pull away, and... And so many kids end up doing terrible harm to themselves."
"I'd never have let Ash down like that, Mr. Weatherby. He's me best mate, an', and I love em..." Shay replied gravely.
"I know you do Shay. And that means more to me and his mum than you will ever know. And we will never let you down either." he smiled sincerely at the boy.
"Thanks." Shay replied, his eyes welling up a bit. They sat quietly for a moment, until the other boys finally came up from the water, laying the surf boards next to them in the sand.
"Whoa, that was a blast..." Nathan replied as he dropped to his knees on the beach towel in front of them. He shook his head vigorously, sending a fine mist of cold water from his long hair spattering onto everyone else.
"Oye..." Shay complained. "Wha', are you a dog now..."
"Woof..." Nathan grinned back playfully. His body still dripping with water, he sprung forward on top of Shay, trying to get him as wet as possible. "Come on, give us a hug then..." He laughed. Not really wanting to get wet again, Shay rolled away from him and clambered to his feet. He backed away, warning Nate to keep his distance, only to have Nathan laugh and chase him rambunctiously toward the water.
On the beach towels, Asher sat down by his father, and the two of them laughed at the antics of the other two boys as they scrambled across the sand. "Nice to see him laughing like that again." Ash commented.
"Yes. Yes it is." his father agreed as he put his arm around his son's shoulders. "You boys are a tight lot. And I'm proud of how you've helped him hang in there." Asher smiled at his dad and leaned in closer to him. In the end, Shay's only escape from Nate was to dive headlong back into the water, where the two boys splashed about until they were joined by Ash, and surprisingly by his father for one last bit of youthful silliness.
* * * *
Back at the cottage, and late in the afternoon now, the boys showered and changed into fresh clothes, which Ash's mum had thoughtfully brought up for them. They decided to drive just out of town up to Corfe Castle to have a look around. Nathan had never really gotten to see the historical ruins of the castle there, which dated well back to the eleventh century; so the group spent some time poking around and exploring up there before heading back into town to have dinner.
It was getting late in the evening now, they all enjoyed a nice family meal in town at one of the local establishments in Swanage. They even stopped in at the ice creamery for a little dessert before finally returning to the cottage.
Since it was late, and it had already been a long day, they pretty much decided to turn in for the evening. Of course Ash's mum and dad would be in the large bedroom; and fortunately for the boys, they'd had the foresight to launder the sheets early that morning before the adults had arrived. Thus removing any obvious signs of their rambunctious 'boyplay' session.
Nathan chose the smaller bedroom, secretly wanting a little privacy for his nightly ritual. The one all boys frequent... That left Shay and Asher on the pull out sofa bed in the living room. After turning in, with the lights shut off, the boys lay quietly under the covers for a time before Ash reached over and took Shay by the hand.
"Wanna' mess about?" Ash whispered, sidling in closely in the darkness.
"Wha? With yer mum and dad just down the hall?" Shay replied incredulously, glancing at Ash in the mostly darkened room.
"Yeah. Why not. It'll feel kinda' naughty that way, don't you think?"
"You're barkin' mad." Shay responded in a whisper, yet an impish smile crossed his lips, and Asher leaned in closer and kissed him softly on the cheek.
"You know you wan'ta..." he giggled quietly.
"Bloody hell man. If yer parents came out for a drink of water, or to use the toilet or somethin', they'd hear us."
"So don't make any noise." Ash breathed, just as he stuck his hand down the front of Shay's cotton underwear, causing Shay to squeak out loud in surprise. "Shhshhhh..." Ash giggled, his fingers closing around the other boys soft penis.
"Are you off your nut?" Shay protested quietly. Asher only giggled more.
"No mate. But you're about to be off your nut." he quipped, as he cupped Shay's testicles softly in his fingers. Both boys giggled quietly then in the darkness, and as much as Shay didn't want to be caught out, he was still enjoying the feeling of his best mates fingers gently fondling his genitals.
Finally unable to resist any longer, Shay reached over Ash's arm and followed his lead by carefully slipping his fingers under the waistband of his friends low rise briefs. He wasn't all that surprised to find that Ash was already boned up, which seemed to excite him even more.
In the darkness, the two adolescent boys began to fondle and play with one another's boy bits, giggling occasionally and cooing in silent whispers. Of course at night, in the darkness everything seems unnaturally quiet, so every sound they uttered seemed to be amplified.
But with great efforts to remain stealthy, save for the occasional unexpected grunts of pleasure, the boys managed a very enjoyable masturbatory experience together. It was Shay who came first, spilling in his undershorts and all over Asher's fingers with the expulsion of his sticky boy goo.
And despite his own joyous orgasm, Shay's fingers never abandoned their task, and mere seconds later Ash joined the pool party, going off the deep end and pooling his own boyseed into his shorts; liberally coating Shay's digits as well...
They lay panting in the darkness, hands still stuffed down the front of each other's shorts, and after a time they managed to clean themselves up a bit, using one of their tee shirts to wipe up the gooey mess as best they could. They smiled at one another when they'd finished, and after sharing a tender kiss, the boys drifted off to sleep with their underpants still more than a little damp in the front.
* * * *
The following morning, after a nice English breakfast, they all gathered up their gear and loaded everything into car. Ash's dad drove the short distance into Bournemouth, and they spent several hours there, strolling around and looking in some of the shops along the boardwalk. In no particular rush, they spent a little idle time in the sun on this different stretch of beach.
They had already locked up the cottage of course, and shortly after noon they started the hour and a half trip back to London, stopping off only briefly for some ice-cream in one of the local villages along the way.
Back in the city, they dropped Nathan off at his house, with the boys agreeing to meet up later on, and then they headed over to Shay's place. With his father away in rehab, Shay was going to be staying with the Weatherby's for the next month or so, and he needed to gather up some clothes and toiletries and such.
It felt rather odd to him tough, walking into his empty home like this. The place had an erie, almost lifeless feel to it now. He glanced around as if expecting to see a ghost. The only sound was the all too familiar ticking of the mantle clock in the living room, and even it seemed to be tick-tocking way too slowly.
Ash had followed him in, and he stepped up alongside him now. "You aw'right mate." he asked, putting his hand on Shay's shoulder. Shay shivered slightly, then nodded unconvincingly at his friend.
"Guess I should ge' on with it then." he said in low tones. The boy turned and headed up stairs to his bedroom. The closet door was still askew, still knocked off it's hinges from the altercation with his father. He sighed at the sight of it. His foot bumped against one of the empty beer bottles that his father had dropped on the area rug, sending it spinning slowly on the hardwood floor.
Shay stood watching it, transfixed until it finally stopped moving. His face was flush with the memory of his father angrily slapping him, grabbing him and verbally blaming him for what had happened to his mum.
The boy managed to swallow the large lump in his throat, and then he scooped up a duffle bag and started stuffing some of his clothes into it. Asher joined him, gathering a few things from the wardrobe and helping his best mate get the things that he needed.
Downstairs, the Weatherby's had come in as well, and Mrs. Weatherby, true to her nature, was already in the kitchen straitening things up, and gathering perishables from the fridge and the pantry. The home would sit empty for awhile, and she had already decided that she would come back later to thoroughly clean the place to get it ready for the eventual home coming.
A short time later Shay and Asher came down the stairs, duffle bag in tow. They all gathered in the hallway by the door, taking a moment to be sure that Shay had everything that he would need. Shay nodded that he was ready, but before heading out he set his bag down and walked across into the living room.
He stood in front of the fireplace looking somberly at the mantle, and then reaching up he opened up the front of the antique mantle clock and reached in to stop the pendulum from swinging. The tick, tock, ticking stopped instantly in its frame.
Turning then, Shay walked back to the entryway and looked at the Weatherby's. "No point letting it run." he explained. "Me mum used to say It's like the heartbeat of the home... I guess it doesn't matter if there's no one here to hear it beating." He picked up his duffle then and headed out the door.
When they got back to the Weatherby's house and went inside, Shay looked a little lost for a moment. "Ok well, I'll make up the bed in the guest room for you." Mrs. Weatherby offered. "You'll be comfortable in there don't you think son."
"No... I mean, he can stay in my room tonight." Ash intervened quickly. "That way we can talk about stuff if he wants to, if tha's alright. There's plenty of room, and... Well, he won't feel like he's alone." Ash's mom looked at Mr. Weatherby, who smiled slightly and nodded.
"Tha'll be fine son. I'm sure Shay will be more comfortable in there. Besides," he joked, "it's much closer to the bathroom."
The boys headed up the stairs to Asher's room, and Shay laid his duffle bag on one of the chairs, then sat on the edge of the bed. Slipping off his shoes he lay back then, and feeling suddenly weary he let his thoughts wander.
"We can put yer stuff in the drawers of me wardrobe, and we'll share the closet." Asher began, but when he looked back at Shay he saw that his friend had already fallen asleep. It had been a hectic and emotional few days, and everything had suddenly caught up with him. Ash smiled slightly, and walking over to the bed he stooped and grabbed Shay's lower legs, pivoting them up onto the bed in a comfortable position.
Carefully he peeled off Shay's ankle socks, and after hesitating a moment, he reached down and undid the button of Shay's board shorts, gently pulling them down his legs. When he'd pulled them off, Asher grabbed the thin bed cover from the foot of the bed and pulled it up, draping it gently over his friend.
He smiled tenderly, and moving to the door, Ash flicked off the bedroom light and left the room, heading downstairs to sit with his parents in the kitchen nook. "He fell asleep already." Ash announced. "Guess he's pretty beat."
"You sure he'll be comfortable in your room?" Ash's mum asked.
"He'll feel more at home in there mum. That's where he sleeps every time we have sleepovers, you know."
"I know love. I just thought he may need some private time to sort things out, that's all."
"I think he probably needs a friend more than he needs alone time." Mr. Weatherby offered. "We'll see how things go. He can always switch to the guest room if he needs some time to himself."
Mrs. Weatherby had heated some tea, and the three of them sat there at the table chatting for a time while they sipped it down. It had been a long weekend for everyone, and in the end they all decided to turn in early. No one was hungry for a late supper anyway.
Asher brushed his teeth and took care of his business, then quietly went back into his bedroom. Shay was still sleeping soundly in the darkened room, and Ash slipped out of his things and crawled up onto the bed on the other side of him. Lifting the bedcover, he slipped in next to his friend and sidled in close, gently putting his arm over the other boy.
He was still asleep, but Shay almost instinctively rolled onto his side toward Ash and nestled in against his warmth. There was comfort there, and as their bare feet touched, Ash smiled softly and closed his eyes.
* * * *
Over the next three weeks things seemed to settle down quite a bit. Shay had settled in nicely at the Weatherby's, and he, Nathan and Ash spent a lot of time together. It was summer time after all, and there was much mischief for boys to get into. They frequently rode their bikes through the neighborhood, or played soccer in the park.
There were movies to see, and sleepovers to be had. There were more than a few rousing games of 'bums up' played in Nathan's back yard, which was always good fun, if not a bit 'cheeky'. Though after what had happened at the cottage, Nate wasn't so quick to bare his bum and taunt the other lads with a free shot...
The sexual boyplay had leveled off somewhat as well. Oh, they were still quite regular with nightly their masturbation, and more than a few shared showers when the folks were out. And not surprisingly, Nathan was happy to participate in such activities; 'strictly for the fun of it', he'd say. Yet he was the one who had wondered about, and suggested a 'three way' blow job. Which went very well by the way...
Shay and Asher kept things light. They were just boys after all, and in spite of what you may have heard, most kids that age aren't into heavy relationships. It's all about the fun of it, the physical experimentation and exploration. And isn't that the best part anyway?
One Saturday, Mr. Weatherby sat down to have a chat with Shay. Telling him how his father was doing in rehab and counseling. The trained Counselors at the Center wanted Shay to come in for a session with his father. It would be the first time he'd seen his dad since the day of the final incident.
Shay was understandably reluctant... He was still angry with his father, but he loved him as well, and as awkward as it might be, they needed to see each other and talk. In the early afternoon Mr. Weatherby drove Shay up to clinic in Islington, and sat with him in the reception area till they were ready.
"I'm scared." Shay confided in him.
"Nothing to be scared of Shay." Mr. Weatherby offered. "It's yer dad. He's doin' really well I'm told. You just need to know that he's so sorry about everything. And Shay, he's doing all this for the both of you, do you understand?"
"I...I guess." Shay nodded. "But...what do I say to him though?"
"Say what you feel son. You'll know what's right, I promise." They looked up then as the Counselor came out to meet them.
"Hello Shay." The older man offered. "You want to come on back then?" Shay stood, he looked back at Mr. Weatherby, who nodded at him confidently. And with that, Shay followed the Counselor back to one of the inner offices.
Going inside, he was almost relieved that his father was not already in the room. The Counselor sat down opposite him, and they chatted for several minutes in a friendly, informative manner, putting the boy more at ease.
"Your father has been working really hard here," he continued, "and I know he's just as anxious about this as you are. You're free to say anything you like. I'm sure you're angry, but... Remember, this is more about moving on, than dwelling on mistakes in the past. He loves you son, and we've worked through some very serious issues with him here."
Shay nodded nervously. "Are you ready to see him then?" The Counselor asked. Shay sat up strait, swallowed dryly, and nodded tentatively. He sat there anxiously for a few minutes, and finally the door opened.
Graham walked through the door, an embarrassed and sad expression on his face. He looked at his son and his throat tightened. Shay glanced at him, then looked nervously away. He wanted to run over and hug his father; he wanted to run over and hit him as well, as his thoughts raced back to that day.
"Son..." Graham said. "Son I'm so sor...sorry..." The words caught in his throat, so consumed by emotion he was. Shay looked at him, his own eyes brimming now.
"It wasn't my fault dad..." Shay got out. "Mum... The accident... It wasn't my fault." His father teared up and cried openly now.
"I know son, I know... God I'm so sorry... So sorry I ever said tha'. So sorry about everythin' I've pu' ya through... I need you boy. I need us ta be a family..." Shay's tears flowed down his cheeks, and unable to hold onto his anger any longer he got up and ran to his father, throwing his arms around the man, clinging to him like a life preserver in a troubled sea.
The session went on for the better part of an hour. The Counselor directed the conversation, and they talked, they opened up about their feelings, and for the first time Shay felt like he was being heard. And his father was nothing but conciliatory. He took full responsibility for everything. It was all on him, every bit of it, and he was determined to make it right.
In the end, he genuinely asked his son for forgiveness, and Shay willingly gave it to him. The counselor told Shay that his father would still remain at the clinic for two to three more weeks, to totally 'dry out', and to finish sorting through the emotional baggage as well. But he was very confident about the results.
The drive back into London was a more relaxed one, and Shay was very appreciative of Mr. Weatherby for everything they had done, and were doing on his behalf. And when they finally got home and pulled into the driveway, Asher quickly came around from the back yard where he'd been kicking a soccer ball around.
He studied Shay as he got out of the car, and he could tell right away that Shay was visibly more relaxed and chipper than he'd been; which of course made Asher very happy. "How'd it go then?" Ash asked hurrying over to greet his friend.
"Pretty well actually. I think things are gonna' be alright now." Shay smiled, and Asher grinned and nodded back at him.
"Well go on then. Go change into some soccer shorts and come boot the ball around with me in the back yard." Shay happily hurried inside and changed from the long pants he'd been wearing, into a thin pair of nylon soccer shorts and his Nike trainers, then he joined his friend in the yard.
The boys spent the next half hour running about in the yard, shooting on Ash's home made goal. Mr. and Mrs. Weatherby watched them out the kitchen window, and they were relieved as well, that Shay seemed to be more like his old happy self.
As it turned out, the Weatherby's were going out with friends that evening. Dinner, and the theatre again in London's West End. At the boy's insistence, they ordered in some dinner from the pizza place for the boys, and at half five Mr. and Mrs. Weatherby headed out for their evening in Victoria.
It wasn't long till the food arrived, and the boys quickly abandoned the yard, kicked off their trainers and went inside to scarf down the large BBQ chicken pizza, and most of the garlicky bread sticks. When they had finished, they settled in the living room to chill for a bit and watch the telle.
Asher slouched at one end of the sofa, with his feet up on the coffee table, and Shay sprawled himself out, lying lengthwise across the couch, casually resting his feet up on Ash's thighs.
They toggled through the channels of the telle, not finding much of anything exciting to watch, so they began chatting, and tossing a mini soccer ball back and forth between them while they killed time, waiting for something better to come on. Ash turned his head and looked at Shay.
"I'm glad things went well with yer dad today." Ash offered sincerely.
"Yeah... Me too mate. I was really worried about how tha' was gonna' go, you know." He looked at Ash and smiled stoically. Ash nodded, and without really thinking about it, he rested his hand on Shay's lower legs, which were still laying across his lap.
Quite innocently he rubbed his hand over Shay's smooth, bare calf. "You ever gonna' grow any hair on these things?" he quipped. Shay looked down at his boyishly smooth legs and shrugged.
"Oye, you don't have any hair on yer legs either." He reminded his friend. And then as an afterthought he moved his foot, rubbing his heel in Ash's groin. "Hell, you don't even have much hair around yer cucumber either." he teased.
Asher reacted by taking hold of Shay's foot. He peeled off the ankle sock he was wearing, and tickled his bare sole for a moment. Shay squirmed a little, but didn't pull his foot away as he smiled boyishly back at Ash.
"Take off me other sock as well, will ya." he prompted, lifting his other foot a few inches. Asher obliged, pulling off the other sock and then playfully tossing it back towards Shay's face.
Still holding Shay's bare foot in his lap, he began fondling it absently, gently massaging the lambskin soft sole and his small cute toes. He looked over his friend, lying there on the couch to his right. Shay was awesomely cute, he thought just then, as he studied the boy's youthful features. He took in the whole of his face; the compelling pale blue eyes, his bobbin-like nose, and the long, soft feathery brown hair that framed his boyish face.
Ash's eyes drifted from Shay's face slowly down to his slim torso, hidden, but clearly defined by the stylish two tone gray Under Armour compression shirt that he was wearing. He lowered his eyes further, stopping when they came to the loose nylon soccer shorts which were slightly bunched up there near his groin.
He smiled then, and slowly slid his hand up Shay's firm, tanned thigh, intentionally slipping his fingers beneath the loose leg opening of his shorts. "You don't have many hairs there either..." Ash pointed out as if reminding himself. His fingertips sliding in purposefully against Shay's nut sac, with only the thinnest of mesh linings separating their skin.
Shay looked back at Ash and smiled impishly. "Oye..." He grinned, "Hands off mate." he teased playfully. "Thems 'my' crown jewels, not yours..."
"Oh, so I guess you're the Queen now are you." Asher giggled.
"No... You're still the queen you big poof..." Shay teased back good naturedly, and he slapped at Asher's hand, denying him further exploration. Ash grinned at him, then he repositioned himself on the couch, getting up so that he was kneeling on the couch now between Shay's legs.
With one hand resting softly on each of Shay's bare legs just above the knees, he slowly slid his palms upward over the buttery smoothness of the younger boy's firm thighs, then slowly back down again. "That's so nice..." Ash hissed softly, starting to feel more than a little aroused by the succulent feel of bare skin.
"Looks like you found your magic wand there Harry Potter..." Shay giggled, looking down at the firm bulge pushing out now against Asher's thin sport shorts.
"Ah...Clever one." Ash replied. "Changing up the game now are we. Okay I'll play along." He reached down then and took hold of Shay's soccer shorts, playfully pulling them down his legs.
"Wha' are you doin." Shay chuckled knowingly.
"Makin' yer clothes disappear." Ash replied, as he tossed the discarded shorts back over his shoulder. He looked down at Shay's beautiful boyhood, still mostly soft and laying like a small fleshy sausage against his left thigh. Ash shivered with excitement. "Time to make tha' litt'l Slytherin disappear as well." he grinned.
And with that, Ash lowered his head to his friends youthful groin and sucked the recumbent penis into his mouth. "Uhhhhhoooo..." Shay sighed instantly as Asher suckled on his limp boyhood; which urgently began to swell and enlarge.
Ash pulled his head back after several seconds, letting the wet, and growing prong slip out of his mouth. He smiled and lowered his face again, licking this time on the soft, tender skin of the younger boy's scrotal purse. He could feel the shape of Shay's youthful testicles with his tongue as he swizzled his wet taste digit greedily there over the rounded orbs.
"Ohhh, ohh shit..." Shay sighed, arching his back, as if leaning into the pleasure. Asher breathed in the musky scent of boy sweat around Shay's balls, and his free hand reached up then and gently peeled back Shay's languid foreskin. Then with eyes gleaming, he took the raw, freshly exposed purple knob into his mouth again, rimming the glans this time with his tongue, licking at the moist closed pee slit. "Oh man..." Shay groaned in delight again, his hips squirming joyfully.
Suddenly he wanted more though, and Shay lifted his torso as best he could, in a frenzy of excitement he reached up to pull his body shirt off over his head, tossing it aside. He was more than aroused now; pubescent boys don't require much to get them turned on, and being none to gentle, he reached over and took hold of Asher's tee shirt as well, pulling on it, and actually ripping it as he pulled off of his friend's torso.
Yes, his young hormones were racing now, and he forced Ash to sit back up on his knees for a moment, and then raising himself up, Shay shoved his playmate backwards. Finally able to get up he reached down for Ash's waistband, tugging at the nylon shorts until they slid down Asher's thighs, finally freeing his erect, and rigid tuber...
Had they been older, this would have been called foreplay, but for them it was just pure fun. Sexually aroused fun. Their wild eyes met for a moment, and both seemed to sparkle in the moment of pure sexual boyplay.
These boys were horny, and so inspired, that they almost lunged at each other, both of them wrapping their arms around the other's nakedness. This was awesome. It was naughty and, and... Fuck it was just erotically hot... It was the curious experimentation of two pubescent pups let off the leash.
Shay pressed open lips onto Asher's, and their tongues engaged in wet exchange of adolescent playfulness. Shay wanted to reward his friend, it was returning all the love, care and kindness that Asher had shown him. For Ash, it was the unbridled release of his boyhood sexuality. He was gay, and for whatever reason, this time he felt the freedom to express it fully.
The boys rolled about on the sofa, giggling delightedly, exploring mercilessly as they coiled around each other's nakedness. Their bodies were quickly wet with the sweet sweat of adolescence, and their youthful erections ground and rubbed together over nearly naked pubic mounds.
Their fingers explored without guidance, finding purchase in one crevice or another. They humped instinctively into one another, squirming around with youthful energy. One of the sofa's throw pillows fell to the floor, followed by another, and then one of the cushions, and the boys nearly tumbled off as well as they rolled about playfully.
They both seemed to realize there wasn't enough room to fully engage, and somehow they managed to stop and get up from the sofa. Pulling Shay urgently by the wrist, Ash hurried them up the stairs and the two boys bowled through the door into Ash's bedroom, spilling themselves onto the queen sized bed.
It was Shay who ended up on top this time. He straddled his naked friend, playfully licking and kissing his way down the other boy's naked frame. Ash's boyhood was dripping like a bad faucet, throbbing there, and Shay sucked him in, savoring the salty sweet boy honey on his tongue. "Mmm..mm...mmm..."
Then, tight lipped he slid down the other boy's fleshy pole. "Ahhhrrrrhhhh...." Ash arched his back, wallowed in it as his tumescent sausage spasmed and sent tingles of delight through him His four and a half inch slender boyhood throbbed and twitched in Shay's mouth, dripping even more succulent preseed.
And Shay was certainly all in at this point. After nearly bringing Ash to climax, he backed off, and did what he'd been hesitant to do before. Forcing Asher's legs up to his chest, Shay nuzzled the floating orbs of his friends testicles. He licked at them, washed them with his tongue. And then he moved lower between Ash's legs, drawn there by the forbidden rose.
He nuzzled there, and without any reservation this time he bathed Asher's pink grommet with his tongue. There was nothing but the light scent of aroused boy musk, and nothing more. Shay lathered the area, probed deeply at the sensual rose bud, leaving it wet and loosely puckered. Asher was moaning contentedly, wanting even more.
"Please Shay..." he beckoned.
Shay looked up over his friends distended and slack testicles, and he smiled impishly at Asher. Ash nodded eagerly back at him, and mumbled "Please mate... I really want you to..." Shay wetly lubed the pink flesh with his tongue, leaving it glistening and primed.
He got up on his knees then, and he sidled himself up closely to Asher's exposed bum. Both boys trembled with pure excitement, and Shay reached down and took hold of his own drooling penis, guiding it as he leaned inward.
Several awkward attempts at lining himself up, until Asher raised his bum a little and Shay repositioned himself slightly. This time, as he moved his hips inward, he could feel his exposed knob pressing against the heated pink ring. It was incredible, and he leaned forward even more.
"Ohhh, ohh yeah... Yeah..." Ash grunted as both of them could feel Shay's purple tip slip into the warmth of Asher's private opening. It was tight, and wet, and warm, and... He stopped to look at Ash, and his gaze was met with a smile and a nod. "Yeah... go on... Shag me mate..."
Shay swallowed excitedly and put more of his hips into it, he arched his back in pleasure as Asher's bung seemed to swallow his boyhood. "Oh fuck..." Shay hissed. He'd never felt this kind of warmth and pressure around his boyprong before. It was insanely erotic. He could feel his penis spasm as it slipped into the depths, stimulated now beyond any expectations or imagination.
He lay his upper body down on top of Ash's then, their sweaty wet chests pressing together, with Ash's thighs spread well out to the sides. "Mmm..mm..mmm..." Ash breathed and moaned, feeling the fullness in his rectum, and then he lifted his head and kissed Shay gratefully. "Mmm, yeah..." he breathed.
For a gay teen, this was the exciting culmination of his fantasies. The long road from feeling like he was different, to finally feeling fulfilled. He'd dreamed of it so many times. Masturbated to so many exotic scenarios, wondering if he'd ever really experience the wonder of it all. Wondering if he'd even survive.
Even at thirteen, he'd known the doubts, and the fears. He'd suffered the recriminations of others who may have suspected his orientation, and made him feel the less for it. But not from Shay. Never from Shay, his best mate. His best friend.
He opened his eyes to look at his friend, who's face was humorously contorted now in a mask of pleasure as he slowly pumped his boyhood in and out. Ash closed his eyes again, suddenly experiencing electrified pleasure, because Shay had thrust inward and knobbed his prostate gland. He hadn't expected that. He didn't even know about that. It happened again, and again; Ash felt a sudden rush of pleasure as if he was having a major orgasm.
His balls writhed, his erect wand swelled, and then it happened for real. Asher spewed a giant load of boycum onto his belly. It was deeper and more intense than anything he'd previously experienced. Again, and again his knob expanded and expelled liberal amounts of sloppy, creamy wet, opaque boy goo... "Unnnnnnnchhhh....uhhhh......"
In all, there were seven mind boggling contractions, (if he had the presence of mind to count) which ejaculated pure boy spunk onto his sweat soaked body. And on the other end of things, Shay was in his own euphoric heaven. When Asher had started to cum, his bung hole clamped snuggly around Shay's boyish penis like a willing fist.
It was tight, and delightful and Shay's insides roiled with intense orgasmic build up. His thighs and groin tingled and tightened, his own bung hole seemed to tingle with arousal as his hips slapped flesh on flesh with Asher's rump.
And just as Asher's orgasm finished, Shay's was born. "Uhhhh...hhhh.. Uhh.uh..uhhh.."
Orgasm ripped through his boy bits, spewing into the depths of his friends bum... "Ohh ohh, oh fucccc...." Shay moaned as he drained himself dry.
So spent was he, that Shay collapsed forward on top of Asher. Their bodies were glued together with perspiration and the sweetest of expelled boy nectar, that even now continued to drool from Ash's bulbous knob... Their hearts seemed to duel; beating like kettle drums, as they lay chest to chest... Shay raised his hips slightly, but just for a moment, allowing his spent, softening boy noodle to slip wetly from Asher's relaxed ring of pleasure.
Tears of joyous pure ecstasy formed in the corners of Asher's eyes, so fulfilled did he feel at this very moment. Absently he rubbed his hands along the smooth moist skin of Shay's naked back. "That felt sooo good," he breathed into his friends ear, "so good...." He slipped his hands downward and cupped his palms on the warm rounded mounds of Shay's bum.
Almost instinctively he began pulling the other boy's hips into him. Ever so gently, rhythmically, emulating that glorious humping motion. Shay's soft boylike voice cooed into his ear, as both boys seemed to enjoy this gentle after dance...
After a time, Shay pulled his head back, and he smiled down at his friend. "Not bad for me first time." he surmised playfully.
"I've had beh'er..." Shay teased back, and both boys giggled. They kissed each other then, tenderly. It just seemed like the thing to do. They were still just boys. Just boys who had shared one of those incredibly wondrous experiences of youth together. Boys who were exploring their sexual identities. Just boys, learning to fly...
The bed was a tangle of moist, twisted sheets, and they knew they needed to get things cleaned up before the parents came home. And as Shay slowly lifted himself off of Asher, they both giggled in surprise as they looked at the wet sticky mess clinging to both their bellies. A strand of semen dangled from Shay's strained purple knob, and Asher reached down to wipe it away.
The boys slid carefully off the bed and crossed the hall to the bathroom for a quick purposeful shower. They wrapped themselves in white cotton towels when they finished, and then went about stripping the bed and remaking it with fresh sheets form the airing cupboard.
Finally they went downstairs and straitened the living room sofa, retrieving cushions and their clothes from the floor. They both laughed at how much of a mess they'd made, especially when they found Shay's soccer shorts hanging off the edge of the lamp shade where they had landed.
Satisfied that everything was back to normal, they celebrated by finishing off the last of the garlic bread sticks that had come with the pizza, then rinsing it down with milk right out of the bottle they'd rummaged from the fridge.
Still wrapped in their towels, the boys sat back on the couch to watch a movie on the telle. Their bare feet were up on the coffee table, and without even realizing it they were idly rubbing their toes together. And that is how this evening, and this adventure ended.
* * *
It was three weeks later that Shay's dad had finished up at the rehab clinic. Shay had gone up once more during that time to visit, and he could easily see how much better his father was. And now on this sunny Saturday afternoon, the Weatherby's drove up to Islington with Shay, to bring his father home.
Graham was a markedly different man. He smiled and hugged his son warmly. He even took Asher aside, and most sincerely apologized to him as well. He had said some mean things at times, which he truly regretted now. He knew how much the boy meant to his son, and he was determined to make everything right again, with everyone.
They all took a leisurely drive back into London, a happy lot as they pulled onto Burnaby Road and stopped at the curb in front of number 16, Shay's house. They all got out of the car, the Weatherby's helped to carry Graham's things up the stone steps and into the entryway.
Graham looked about, his eyes welling with delight. The house was fresh, clean and airy, with the sun streaming in through tied back curtains and open windows. The place smelled alive, with several vases brimming with fresh cut flowers on all the tables.
Mrs. Weatherby had taken it upon herself to make the house into a home again, and the very feel of it gleamed with promise. Graham teared up as he looked about. The place hadn't felt this alive since his wife had passed. With a broad smile he hugged both Mr. and Mrs. Weatherby, thanking them yet again for all their compassion, and especially the kindness they'd shown to his son.
The fridge and cupboards were even filled with food. "Everything afresh..." Ash's mum had said. She had seen to everything with a mothers instincts. She went into the kitchen now and prepared some tea for everyone.
The boys had gone up to Shay's room with his bag to put his things away, now that he'd be living back at home as well. Shay was surprised to see that his closet door had been replaced. Mr. Weatherby had pitched in as well, making repairs for this fresh start.
"Gonna miss havin' ya around all the time." Asher said somberly.
"I'm not goin' anywhere mate." Shay assured him. He smiled at his friend, then stepped up and hugged him warmly. "I love you ya big poof..." Asher smiled wryly, then kissed Shay on the cheek.
"Love you too mate. Always have." They smiled warmly at one another. "And don't forget, next weekend you me and Nate are going back up to the Cottage. Three days up there, just the three of us... Alone like..." He said with a suggestive smile and a wink.
The boys headed back downstairs, and joined everyone. They were all gathered in the living room now, and just sitting down to tea. Asher knelt down and sat on the floor near his parents. Shay stood there for a moment looking around at everyone. "Come on son. Come in and sit with us." his father called, patting the sofa next to him.
Shay smiled softly to himself. He started toward the couch, but then stopped for a moment as he thought of something. The boy turned and walked across to the fireplace. He stood there for a second, and then he reached up toward the antique mantle clock.
Opening the glass face, he reached in and set the pendulum in motion. 'Tick, tock, tick tock...' The house was a home; it had a heartbeat again...
~~ Finale ~~
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