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Subject: Do As You’re Told – Chapter Thirty Five Do As You’re Told Chapter Thirty-Five: People Like Us If you need permission to read this story (from a master, husband, partner, lodger, boss, next door neighbour, gardener) please obtain it first. This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, places and events is unintentional. This story is exclusively for entertainment purposes so please enjoy in safe and legal manner. FRIDAY 31ST MAY 2019 “Just friends?” repeated Cameron with scepticism in his voice. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Robin protested innocently. Robin could hear a banging sound coming through the phone so he waited for Cameron to return it to his ear. “Were you… were you banging your head off the desk?” Robin asked. “I was hoping it would knock sense into you by spooky action at a distance,” Cameron replied. “That was a physics joke?” Robin asked. “Yes,” Cameron answered – delighted that Robin recognised it. “Hilarious,” Robin said dryly. “Now I’ve got a sore head,” Cameron complained. “Sorry,” Robin replied; “I shouldn’t be distracting you before your last exam anyway.” Robin had sat his last exam already but Cameron had one last two-hour stress session before the freedom of the summer began. The conversation had started because Robin had called to wish Cameron luck on the exam and Cameron had wanted to take a break from arrogantly assuring himself he was going to ace the exam. Thus, Cameron had asked Robin about prom. It used to just be called the end of year dance or the S6 Formal (even though fifth year pupils tagged along every year) but prom was an easier and modern epithet. Cameron had asked Robin if he was going to ask Adam to the prom and Robin had replied… “We’re just friends.” And now Cameron had a sore head. Robin and Adam had agreed they were “just friends” five weeks ago convincing only themselves that it was true. Everyone else around them knew better and it was time to disabuse Robin into action. Cameron had to admit, since they Adam and Arthur had joined their friendship circle he had come to appreciate why Robin liked Adam so much. Cameron remembered by he and his best friend had been friends with Adam all those years ago too. “Listen up, Robin. You and Adam are not just friends. You keep saying it but that doesn’t make it true…” Cameron started to say. “No, it just gives you a head injury,” Robin contributed unhelpfully. “Shhh,” Cameron admonished; “Ask him the fuck to that prom or I will stop loving you.” Cameron spoke in good humour and with affection but he had watched Robin and Adam dance around each other’s obvious attraction for month now and it was officially time for an intervention. Robin sniggered; “Ok. Ok… Maybe.” “I’ll hit your head off the desk next time,” Cameron warned. “When is your exam?” Robin asked. “In about an hour. I’m going to walk to the school now,” Cameron replied. “Great,” Robin responded – relieved to escape the conversation – and added; “I’ll talk to you after. Good luck.” “Don’t need it,” Cameron replied. Cameron had decided he wanted to be a doctor five years ago. When it came to studying, homework, coursework and exams nothing would distract him. Sure, having sex with a teacher had taken up more of his time than he might have anticipated, but the rest of his time he studied hard. Cameron took his notes with him – slipping flash cards into his pocket and screeds of A5 notes into his bag – to study while he walked to the school. Cameron was in the downstairs hall and about to leave when his brother’s head appeared at the top of the stairs. Kieran had come home last weekend, a little bit moody but unwilling to talk about it, and back to staying in his old bedroom. Kieran had commuted to University for his exams and seemed to be back for the summer while the Halls of Residence were being renovated. Kieran staunchly refused to talk about why he was so melancholy. “Last exam?” Kieran asked. “Yup. Going to wish me luck?” Cameron asked. “I know you don’t need it,” Kieran replied and before Cameron could agree, he added: “But good luck.” Kieran started down the stairs – he was wearing a t-shirt that’s sleeved were so short, Cameron could see his pits, and a pair of shorts that were totally unremarkable. Kieran had nice legs though – at this thought, Cameron realised how much he missed Vincent. Kieran remained stood on the bottom step so he was just taller than Cameron. “Thanks,” Cameron replied; “I was going to go to the gym after my exam. Do you want to go swimming?” Kieran shrugged and then asked; “The Symposium?” “Yea,” Cameron replied. The Symposium was a great gym with branches across the country. It had a certain reputation if you were looking for a man but Cameron just liked to watch the fit guys who attended. Cameron had heard of similar opportunities to meet gay men at Gymo-Mania but he had a membership with the Symposium. Kieran seemed to hesitate before agreeing but seemed amenable enough when he acquiesced. “Cool. I’ll text you when I’m done and meet you there,” Cameron said. As soon as he started walking, Cameron started studying again, rehearsing information in his head and taking the flashcards out of his pocket when he needed a prompt. He was so busy thinking that he didn’t notice the car going a little bit too fast up the street towards him… Luckily he was on the pavement and the car was on the road – getting killed today would have put a real downer on Cameron’s day. MEANWHILE Adam was dressed in a vest and t-shirt – dressed casually for the important sitting around in the garden he had to do later. A glass of milk sat in front of him. It was looking at him – wall, maybe not but Adam wasn’t looking at it. Adam was looking through it – caught in a moment of preoccupation. He felt good about his life now but there were moments like this one when he wondered about things – question only his dad would have the answers too, if he was brave enough to ask. Adam didn’t feel brave right now so he drank the milk. Adam actually felt quite relaxed in the knowledge that he’d finished all his exams and now just had to wait for the results. Wait and wait and wait – he was nervous about the outcome. “Happy birthday, son,” said Aziz as he came into the kitchen. Adam was sat on a stool and his dad came up behind him and put his arms around him to hug his back. It was such a warm gesture that Adam forgot about the melancholy and contemplative moment he’d just had. “Thanks dad,” Adam replied as he patted his dad’s arm gratefully. “Eighteen years old, where do the years go,” Aziz said with a mixture of soberness and happiness. “Yup, eighteen is way better than being seventeen and three hundred and sixty four days old,” Adam said cheekily. “Don’t be sarcastic,” his dad said cheerfully as he took a seat. “By the way, your sister is coming over tonight,” Aziz said but as he did so he put an envelope on the table. A birthday card? With money in it? How did he know? “Thanks dad.” “I also got you diabetes,” his dad added. An absolutely enormous bar of chocolate joined the card. It was his dad’s custom to hold something back for when the rest of the family arrived so Adam figured he’d had his lot and was happy with it. Except… “I also thought you might like some unsolicited advice?” Aziz half-asked. “Oh god, you’re going to have the sex-talk with me aren’t you?” Adam said theatrically. “Too late for that and we both know it,” Aziz replied with a twinkle. “Advice then?” Adam prompted. “What’s going on with you and that nice boy Robin?” Aziz asked his son. “That’s a question, not advice. And we’re just friends,” Adam answered. “Just friends?” Aziz repeated sceptically. “What are you trying to say dad?” Adam asked to cut to the chase. “I’m trying to say that months and months and months ago I thought Robin was the right boy for you and you’ve both fannied about ever since,” Aziz replied – forgoing his usual gentleness. “Well, it’s complicated, isn’t it?” Adam responded cordially enough. “You like him, he likes you, you’re both single… I know these things,” his dad said with mystique but to be honest anyone with half a brain knew those things. “What’s holding you back?” Adam knew his dad cared about him very deeply and was touched he cared enough to encourage and support his sexuality without judgement; more than that his dad had seen things in Robin before Adam had. Wasn’t that how all this had started? Would Adam ever have fallen for Robin if he hadn’t fallen for the boy in the textile mask first? “It’s weird, ok?” Adam said with resignation. Adam had sorted through his thoughts and feelings over the five weeks since they agreed they were “just friends.” Yet in that time he and Robin had saw each other almost every day, stayed over multiple times and even shared a bed. Totally platonically though… just friends. “Six months ago we were enemies, or I was his at least,” Adam confessed – he had accepted the breach in their friendship six years ago was and always had been his fault. “There was no trust, we didn’t even talk to each other, not really. And that was my fault mostly; but now… now we tell each other everything.” “Not quite everything,” said Aziz. His dad’s smile was gentle and knowing and Adam felt like a child caught with his hand in the cookie jar. Adam reeled from his father’s comment – his canny observation made Adam wonder… Adam turned his back on his father as he rubbed his hands across his head and let out a long sigh. He didn’t realise that his feelings for Robin were so transparent. “Is… is it that obvious?” Adam asked. “Adam,” Aziz said as he put his hand on his son’s back and leaned in; “Go tell him everything.” Where once Adam was lost and so self-absorbed that he couldn’t see anything outside his own head, he now knew that the things he’d done and cause real harm to others. Being hurt himself, Adam knew how deep the scars could go. “I betrayed him a long time ago, dad. I treated him so badly for over five years. I still think about what an asshole I was to him, so I can only imagine what he thinks about it. And sometimes I don’t know how I feel,” Adam said – trying to backtrack on the feelings he knew to be true. “Do you know why it’s obvious?” Aziz asked his son. Adam shrugged. Aziz smiled, held up a finger to indicate he’d be back in a minute and returned a few minutes later carrying a small box. From the box Aziz withdrew a couple of items; he handed a tatty envelope to Adam with a smile on his face. “What’s this?” Adam asked. His dad didn’t answer so Adam opened the envelope and withdrew a handmade card – pink sugar paper with felt tip handwriting on it. “You made that about ten years ago,” Aziz said; “But you were too scared to give it to him so you brought it home again.” The front said: “HaPPY VaLeNTiNeS DaY” “I missed the apostrophe,” Adam said glibly to delay opening the card. Inside, it said: “Happy Valentine, Robin. I love you. Love from Adam.” Adam pondered the card with melancholy and put it face down on the kitchen table. “I don’t remember this,” Adam said vaguely. “I’ve always known how you felt about people Adam. I’m your dad and I always know,” Aziz said; “And I know you should go talk to Robin because he’s a lovely boy and you deserve him. And he deserves you.” Adam wiped his eyes. “And what’s this?” Adam asked – referring to the other envelope his dad had taken from the box. “It’s a letter I’ve been keeping for you to open on your eighteenth birthday. Let’s keep it for later ok? Go and see Robin,” Aziz said. Adam was too distracted by thoughts of Robin to ask the question that might have made him stay to read the letter right there and then: Who was the letter from? Robin’s flat was small. You have your own place? Wow, that’s so cool. Yea? You want to come round and vacuum, tidy up, clean the windows, clean the toilet, cook (wash your hands if you’ve done the toilet first), wash and iron and put away clothes? You have your own place? Wow, that sounds tedious. Robin was glad of the interruption and was planning to make an excuse to stop anyway. He went to answer the door and when he pulled it open it was the very person he wanted to see. “Hey.” Adam and Robin both spoke at the same time, both opened their arms and both fell into a comfortable embrace. Adam could feel Robin’s warm body through his t-shirt and he was wearing shorts too which made him look very cute. “I was thinking about you earlier,” Robin confessed as he closed the door. “Like… in bed or in the shower?” Adam tested comically. “No,” Robin replied and after a beat he added; “In the dungeon.” Adam laughed, his face lighting up and making Robin feel happy to the point of bursting. “Effulgent,” Robin said suddenly. “Pardon?” Adam asked. “Just a word I’d been trying to think of in the English exam. Too late now. What were we talking about?” Robin asked. Adam had sat on the sofa and he couldn’t help but check out Robin’s bare feet and exposed legs. Robin sat next to him on the sofa; they angled towards each other, opposite knees only just touching. They were both wearing shorts and the skin-on-skin sent a tingling jolt through them. “Well… I was going to…” Adam chickened out and asked: “Why were you thinking about me earlier?” Robin felt nervous and hesitated but decided to be brave and go for it. “I was talking to Cameron and he made me realise…” Robin wanted to start his sentence again. Robin wished conversations were like emails – you could get it right all in advance before saying anything. On the other hands emails can be annoying when you have to go through them point by point to explain why someone is wrong, or funny, or stupid, or you agree. “Adam, do you want to go to the prom with me?” Robin asked. “Ok,” Adam replied succinctly. The answer was a little more concise than Robin had expected. Brevity might be the soul of wit, but it was also anti-climactic. Adam saw Robin’s face on the verge of disappointment and added: “I mean, yes. Uh-huh, aye, yea, defo, indeed, certainly… Absolutely. I’d love to… please stop me,” Adam blundered charmingly. “Great,” Robin replied succinctly. “I see what you did there,” Adam winked. Robin leaned over and hugged Adam for longer than was necessary. “Robin? I asked you out once… back in January… but you said no,” Adam said. His voice was flat and non-judgemental but filled with regret and sadness. “I know. But I was going through a lot at the time with my dad and my mum and everything,” escort bayan Robin explained. They had been here before, having this conversation. “You were going through a lot too, Adam. Your mum and all that stuff with the douchey duo,” Robin continued. Adam wished he’d thought of the nickname “douchey duo” months ago – it was quite an effective title for Micah and Mr Anonymous. “And now?” Adam asked. “And now we both moved on and we both came back to where we were in January,” Robin explained. “I feel like I’ve got so much baggage and it’s heavy and I’m tired. I see happy couples and they’re so…” “Happy,” Adam supplied helpfully as Robin failed to find the word. “Exactly. They make it look easy. They look like they deserve it,” Robin said. “And you don’t think you deserve it? You don’t think we deserve to be happy?” Adam asked. “I don’t know. I’m scared, I guess. Maybe people like us aren’t supposed to have that,” Robin suggested. Adam smiled sadly and took Robin’s hand. “Robin, there aren’t any other people like us.” Robin closed his eyes as if in meditation. He didn’t open them when Adam’s lips made contact with his own; he just kissed back and felt worthy. The kiss was warm and soft and Robin opened his mouth further until it became a passionate and wet smooch. Both boys knew they were now in the same place, on the same page and wanting the same thing. The months since Robin had said no were necessary to get to this place. Robin knew what he had to do. “Do you want to go out with me, Adam?” Robin asked. Adam tried to play it cool; “Certainly, indeed, defo…” Robin put a quieting finger to Adam’s lips. Robin’s fingers smelled sweet – he’d been eating phizzy pig tails. Robin moved closer to Adam, swinging his leg over so they were face to face and Robin was in Adam’s lap. Their kissing continued and became passionate, with tongues at first gently and then more robustly exploring each other. Adam was thinking that after what happened with Micah – what Micah did – he would need time to feel safe again. Nearly two months had passed since his last sexual encounter with Micah and Adam felt ready to have someone inside him again. Was it too soon? There was no right or wrong decision when it came to that question, Adam thought. Some people might take months or years to recover but Adam just needed the right person; Robin was that person and now was the right time. “Happy birthday, Adam,” Robin said. Adam smiled, somehow not surprised that Robin remembered it was his birthday even though they hadn’t been friends for the last five. “Take me to bed,” Adam whispered. Robin reared back, looking at Adam for signs of certainty – the pulse of an aching erection beneath his buttocks should have been sign enough but Adam’s serene expression are reassuring too. Robin slid off of Adam’s lap and extended his hand. “Come on,” Robin said sweetly. Hand in hand they headed for the bedroom. They fell onto the bed side by side, both boys pulling off their tops at the same time and then kissing bare-chested. The room was bright and hot from the summer weather outside and the glow within the happy couple. Pressing together, Adam’s hands slid up Robin’s unclothed back while his lips found Robin’s neck. In his excitement Adam’s mouth couldn’t choose between kissing Robin’s neck and kissing his lips. Robin’s hands sneaked up the space between them, sliding up Adam’s abdomen and fingers teasing towards Adam’s nipples. Adam giggled and wriggled under Robin’s light touch and then dropped his hands to Robin’s waist. Adam tried to push down Robin’s shorts but he was at the wrong angle to successfully remove Robin’s shorts. Robin helped by lifting his weight from the bed, putting his hands on top of Adam’s and pushing his shorts and underwear down. Pressed together, their pounding hearts beat excitedly and were so hot they glistened. With his penis free, Robin felt his dick engorge against the soft fabric of Adam’s shorts which contained an excited engorgement of its own. Robin slid free of Adam’s embrace and felt the loss of Adam’s touch as he stood up in front of his new boyfriend. Robin’s penis had sprung to life, not quite fully erect but tumescent and elongated. Robin bent towards Adam and grabbed his shorts and underwear – Adam lifted his bum and Robin pulled them down with a swift movement. The last vestige of clothing slid down Adam’s legs and off over his trainer-clad feet. Robin pulled Adam’s trainers off too and held Adam’s feet before sliding his hands halfway up Adam’s legs. Robin stepped forward so he was stood between Adam’s legs and lowered himself towards his equally excited lover. Their bodies made contact again, with Robin’s full weight resting on Adam: chest to chest and groin to groin, legs entwined and writhing against each other. After a time, they both rolled over and lay side by side. On the bed, atop the sheets, their bodies and legs remained forever tangled. Adam made his move – peeling away from the passionate exchange and kissing his way down Robin’s body. Robin was fully hard by the time he felt Adam’s tongue in his belly button and then lips going lower… Adam’s hand took Robin’s big dick in a firm grip and held it straight up; Adam lifted his eyes to Robin’s and smiled before descending on the cock. Adam kissed it, feeling the sticky slop of pre-cum touch his lips and streaming a messy string that detached and landed on Adam’s chin. Adam kissed the head again and pursed his lips tightly over it as he sucked the dick into his mouth. Robin moaned and gripped the sheets tightly while Adam sucked and licked the length of the hard member. Adam had to stop to get a breather – from the excitement of their passion and breathing though his nose while his mouth was full. “Do you… have protection?” asked Adam. Robin smiled, nodded and then asked; “Are you ready for that?” They both knew Robin’s concern lay in the history of Adam’s violation by Micah and Adam was pleased that Robin sought unequivocal consent. “Yes, I’m ready,” Adam replied; “I want you inside me, Robin. I wanted you a long time ago,” A long time ago. Both now knew that there was such a thing. “I want you too,” Robin replied. Robin found lubricant and condoms and blushed when he presented them to Adam. “I feel kind of silly being ready when I’ve never…” Robin blushed again; “I’ve never had sex.” Adam tiled his head quizzically – he specifically remembered Robin having sex with him under the guise of Teen Titan. A second later Adam realised what Robin meant – he’d had sex with others, but Robin himself was an anal virgin. “Well, always be prepared,” Adam replied reassuringly; “If you want, you can wait a while longer. As long as you need.” Robin nodded and asked; “Don’t you need more time?” “Not even a second,” Adam answered. Robin pinched the tip of the condom and rolled it on to his penis. He was thinking about the idiot excuses he’d read for people not using condoms: “I don’t like it,” – well, you’d like an STI even less. “It doesn’t feel good,” – neither does sleeping alone. “It takes too long to put one on,” – practice then. Or, what’s the rush. “Don’t be a prude,” – don’t be an asshole. It took seconds to put the condom on and Adam was flat on his back with his head on the pillows and his legs spread. Months ago, at The Fourth, Adam and Robin had had sex many times. But now all masks, costumes and barriers had been discarded; they were in a bedroom and not a parlour and they were just themselves. It felt different this time. Robin pressed the tip of his erect penis against the entrance to Adam’s anus and steadied it with his hands – then he slowly pressed in. He could feel the tight ring around the shaft of his cock as he pushed inside and Adam could feel the rigid rod of meat slowly penetrate him. “Keep going,” Adam moaned. Robin pushed in and in until he was fully inside; his cock was cocooned inside the warm cave of Adam’s ass – it hadn’t felt like this when he’s had sex with Adam at The Fourth. It was hot and intimate and special now; Robin began to slide out and nearly pulled back too far. He felt an ecstatic pressure on the mushroom ridge of his head, which would have slid out with an audible pop had he pulled back any farther. Instead, Robin pushed in again. And so Robin continued pushing and pulling, Adam jerked his cock; he had to let it go when he got too close to climax and in hot hiatus he watched the boy of his dreams make love to him. Adam lifted his upper half forward as if doing crunches and Robin leaned in as he pressed his cock deep again; they came close together, kissing and touching and wrapped up in one another’s experience. Lips unlocked and Robin gripped Adam’s hips to steady his body for the final push. Robin was still deep inside Adam when they kissed and both felt the energy of the moment. “Don’t tell me when you’re ready to pop. I want to be surprised,” Adam told Robin breathlessly. Robin reared back and resumed his thrusts and pulls. His cock felt awesome resistance from the ring of Adam’s hole. “Oh fuck,” Adam groaned exquisitely. Adam had to bite his lip to stop from crying out any louder – the pleasure and pain of the sensations in his anus was exquisite. It was not painful for lack of tenderness on Robin’s part and the pleasure far outweighed the anal invasion. Adam was groping his balls and ready to jerk himself again when Robin took hold of his cock and did it for him. Adam lay back while Robin fucked his ass and stroked his cock. It was little surprise when Adam came all over himself – sweat and cum mixing with swearing and squeals of pleasure. Robin and Ben had never reached the sex stage of their relationship and so this was the first time Robin had been inside a man for over four months. It felt better this time than it did the first time he’d ever did it. Robin felt his penis release its load, his balls discharging more cum than he had ever felt before. Adam could not feel Robin’s cum fill the tip of the condom but he could feel the pulsation and contractions running through the shaft of Robin’s penis, exciting his own experience even more. Both boys found it hard (difficult) to recover. Robin slipped out and sat almost dazed, unconsciously tying up the condom so he could lie in Adam’s arms. Adam’s skin was electric and it buzzed again as Robin slid beside him and put an arm over his chest. Adam was still on his back, his legs straightened out, and Robin lay on his side beside him; Robin slipped one leg over Adam’s. Robin’s not-hard post-coital cock was warm and plump against Adam’s hip and it brought a smile to his face. Adam turned his head to Robin and they kissed again – slow, quiet, gentle. They lay contentedly for a while: smiling and happy. “I don’t want to burst our bubble here but there is something worrying me,” Robin confessed. “Yea?” Adam asked. He wanted to know what was worrying Robin but was unconcerned that it was an insurmountable concern. Whatever it was, they’d cope with it. They could do anything together. “I never came out at school,” Robin said and then pointed out; “Neither did you.” “Oh,” Adam replied. “Might make it tricky to go to prom together…” Robin said. “I hadn’t really thought about that,” Adam answered. “You never wanted to come out to those people… I never wanted to come out to them either,” Robin confessed. Adam turned his head to Robin and kissed his nose. “It could be a secret,” Adam whispered; “A lot of people don’t bring dates. We can tell our friends but to everyone else we’re just…” “Pathetic singletons?” Robin suggested. “Happily unattached,” corrected Adam. “You don’t mind if I tell Cameron we’re dating?” Robin checked. “If he’s anything like my best friend,” laughed Adam; “He already knows…” LATER Arthur whooped, punched the air and laughed happily. Tears of happiness actually formed in Arthur’s eyes and he wiped them away without shame. “I’m happy for you,” Arthur exploded. Arthur threw out his arms to invite his best friend into a hug but didn’t even wait for Adam to move; he moved and wrapped Adam with a tight embrace of friendship. After having sex with Robin, then snuggling for a while, then showering, Adam had gone home. Arthur had invited himself over but brought pizza so that was ok. Telling Arthur about asking Robin out and about prom seemed like the thing to do. “It’s about fucking time,” Arthur added; “I thought I was going to date him before you did.” Adam laughed and the sound was enchanting. “How are things with Arlene?” Adam asked of the girl Arthur had been talking about for months. “I asked her to prom ages ago,” Arthur replied casually. “Oh, I’m sorry, Art,” Adam said in a deadpan tone of sympathy. Adam knew fine well Arlene hadn’t turned Arthur down – what kind of idiot would – he just liked to wind his friend up. “She said yes, funnily enough,” Arthur corrected him. Adam wasn’t surprised, in truth he’d date Arthur if Arthur if it was an option. Which he wasn’t. “Glad to hear it,” Adam said; “You guys can dance the night away.” “Question is: will you and Robin dance the night away?” Arthur asked. “We’ve decided to keep our relationship between us and the people we… tolerate,” Adam replied. That little jest earned him a punch in the arm. “You don’t want to tell the people at school who think you’re straight that you’re actually gay?” Arthur asked. It was Adam’s experience that most people would have used the word “poofter,” “queer,” “faggot,” “gaydo,” “nonce,” and Adam was grateful that Arthur was never anything but respectful. Not even in a ‘joking’ way did he denigrate Adam’s sexuality. “After six years at that school… no, I don’t want to come out now. I never have. After school, I’ll meet new people and make new friends – people who I can tell I’m gay without them having to adjust their preconceptions about me,” Adam explained. Arthur wore a perplexed expression. “I don’t think I understand,” Arthur admitted. “Why don’t you want to come out? Really, I want to know.” Adam understood why Arthur was confused. After all, Adam was comfortable with being gay – he wasn’t ashamed or it, it didn’t trouble him; he hadn’t struggled with the self-realisation. But Adam had kept it a secret – even from Arthur. Even when Arthur, the best of best friends, had asked “are you gay?” Adam had railed against confession. Adam found it hard to articulate his feelings about heteronormative bullshit still pervading in the twenty-first century. “Because it shouldn’t be a big deal, but it is,” kocaeli escort bayan Adam replied. “Being straight is like the default sexuality and when you’re not, you’re somehow obliged to fill people in? To include them in your journey? It makes me feel like a kite in a hurricane and I don’t know how to come through the other side and still be intact… still be me.” “Well thanks for including me in your journey,” Arthur said gracefully. “I couldn’t be me without you,” Adam confessed. Arthur rolled his eyes theatrically and said facetiously; “That’s so straight.” “Thank you for understanding,” Adam chuckled and then more seriously, added: “I know some people will just think I’m spineless…” “Yea, well it’s not their lives,” Arthur said dismissively of critics. Adam nodded and replied; “So you see why I don’t want to come out unless I want to come out. It’s my journey, not theirs.” “You’re not spineless, Adam. You’re brave and I’m proud of you,” Arthur said. Adam rolled his eyes theatrically and said facetiously; “That is so straight.” “Touch�,” Arthur replied. Adam was still smiling when his face grew serious. “You know there’s something you say more than I do. You make it sound so easy to be open and big-hearted and good; and you’re never embarrassed to say it,” Adam said. “Ditto,” Arthur replied; “Sorry, I forgot to let you say it first.” Adam adored his best friend so much. “You’re my best friend… and I love you,” Adam said. “Ditto,” Arthur replied. “Smartass,” Adam retorted. “Hello boys,” said Aziz a while later. The boys had spent the last few hours listening to music and watching Family Guy. Arthur did a mean impression of Stewie and Adam did a passable impression of Chris which was not his proudest party trick. “I was just going,” Arthur declared. “You can stay for dinner if you like,” said Mr Mansouri. “No thanks, I need to get home and take Garfield for a walk,” Arthur responded; “See you later.” Arthur breezed out of the Mansouri house, leaving Adam and his dad alone. Aziz was about to ask Adam how things had gone with Robin when Adam asked his own question. “Who was he dad?” Adam asked suddenly. “Him? That was Arthur, your best friend,” Aziz joked but Adam didn’t laugh. “Who was Mr Anonymous?” Adam asked. Adam’s melancholy and contemplation had returned, as it was wont to do without warning. Aziz was caught off guard – he’d wondered if Adam would ever ask but there had been no prelude, no build up. Adam’s question was like a bolt out of the blue and yet… should Aziz be surprised that Adam still thought about it? “It doesn’t matter,” Aziz dismissed. “Ten times out of eleven it doesn’t dad. But sometimes it does,” Adam reasoned. “I don’t want to tell you. He betrayed me and he hurt you to get to me,” his dad replied. Darkly, he added; “He doesn’t deserve to have you dwell on him. Forget him, like the world will forget him.” “You didn’t… you didn’t do anything bad did you?” Adam asked carefully. Aziz wanted to tell his son to move on but who was he to tell anyone how to deal with things? “He didn’t stop out the kindness of his heart, Adam. I did what I had to,” Aziz replied. There was a long pause before Adam spoke again. “Adam, when I stopped Anonymous I told you I’d crossed a line. I have no red lines when it comes to protecting you,” Aziz told his son; “Because I love you and you love me, remember?” “I haven’t forgotten,” Adam replied; “I’ll never forget. But I feel like it would be my fault if…” “None of this was your fault. I am responsible for the choices I make. I’m responsible for protecting you,” his dad reassured him. “What’s brought all this on?” “Things are going so well, I’m waiting for the bubble to burst. I mean, whoever he is he’ll be scared for a while like I was scared…” Adam reasoned. “He’s gone Adam.” “But what if he’s not sacred later?” Adam asked. “If the fear runs out and he comes back…” “He won’t.” “What if he still has copies of everything?” Adam worried; “Now he’s ran away he could release it from afar so you can’t get him…” “Adam, listen to me,” his dad interrupted; “None of that will ever happen. I thought of everything, if he tried, I’d know. Anonymous is gone and he’s not coming back,” Aziz said with finality. “How do you know?” Adam asked quietly. Aziz could never tell his son how far he went to protect him. Just how much of a fool Rhys was, how quickly his fear had run out and how deep his malice ran. However, nothing Adam had survived would ever see the light of day… and neither would Rhys. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand…” Aziz replied quietly; “The hard decisions I’ve had to make.” EARLIER After finishing his exam Cameron felt a wave of relief, happiness, sadness, melancholy and… “Shit, sorry,” Cameron said having walked straight in to Mr Wilson. “Language, Mr Barness,” Vincent admonished severely. Cameron hadn’t expected to see such a serious reprimand but slowly the stern face faded as Vincent couldn’t keep his face straight any longer. “Only kidding,” said the teacher; “I don’t give a fuck.” Cameron grinned back – he missed Vincent. With a stab of guilt he realised he missed the company less than the sex. He almost wished he’d thought more about the emotional connection between them more when he had the chance; he’d been so focussed on having the fucks of his life. “How are you?” Vincent asked. They were outside the assembly hall, which had been used for the exam. There were still a few kids milling about, so caution and discretion were required. “I’m fine. How are you?” Cameron replied. “I’m fine too,” Vincent said vaguely. Neither of them quite knew how to talk to each other now that they weren’t having a secret sexual affair; though Cameron did notice that in his head he was calling the man Vincent rather than Mr Wilson. “Are you and Charlie still a work in process or are you finally…” Cameron searched for the right words. “We’re me-and-Charlie now,” Vincent clarified. “Good.” “We’re going on a double date tonight,” Vincent said. Most former lovers didn’t talk about their new romances but Vincent and Cameron had never been a conventional couple. “Andy, that’s Mr Crane to you, he’s back with his partner Malcolm. They had a bit of a rough patch and are still working thought it,” Vincent told Cameron. Vincent and Andy had been talking on the phone earlier in the day. They had talked about their friend Rhys who was being treated as a missing person, about chaperone duties for the S6 Formal, about upcoming summer holidays and about their impending double date. “If it’s meant to be, it’s meant to be,” Cameron replied. Cameron was thinking of Robin and Adam. From a certain point of view Cameron had disapproved of Robin cultivating intimacy with Adam – the asshat bully who had been an asshole for more than five years. However, Cameron knew when he was misjudging someone and Adam was a changed man. Vincent was a changed man in the short time since they had parted company and Cameron liked the happiness he saw in his former lover. “That was my last exam. When I walk out those doors I’ll not be a student here anymore,” Cameron said to change the subject. “Are you nervous? There’s a big bad world out there,” Vincent reminded him. “No, I’m excited,” Cameron confessed with genuine enthusiasm. That made Vincent smile. “Well, try to stay out of trouble,” Vincent cautioned him. Cameron shrugged; “Trouble is just the stuff in between. There’s a whole big world waiting for me out there, but it’s not bad. There’s cities I’ve never been to and people I’ve never met… I can’t wait.” Vincent smiled – had he ever been that young? “Bye, Mr Wilson,” Cameron said. The form of address was in case anyone was listening, but Cameron put his arms around the teacher to hug him. He was saying goodbye the teacher and the school – but they both knew this goodbye was to more than just that. Every goodbye was the last goodbye. “See you on prom night?” asked Cameron hopefully. “I’m supervising, chaperoning… I might see you again, Cameron,” replied Vincent. “Cool. Well, I’m going outside to play,” Cameron replied facetiously. Vincent smiled again – he’d definitely never been that young. Cameron sent a message to Kieran and arranged to meet him at the Symposium gym. A minute later he remembered to add… Cameron: [Also bring my towel and swim shorts. Ta.] Well, Cameron should have known better. “You utter bastard,” Cameron said to Kieran an hour later. “I don’t know what you mean,” Kieran said innocently. “I’ll wear this only ’cause it’s the first time I’ve seen you smile all week,” Cameron retorted. Cameron’s brother had brought a towel but instead of swimming shorts, Kieran had brought swimming trunks that Cameron hadn’t worn for several years. Cameron had had a major growth spurt in that time – his legs, arms and upper body lengthening to make him lanky. “I’m sure they’ll still fit you, beanpole,” Kieran said. Despite being at least two sizes too small Kieran was right – they did fit. They were a tight squeeze around the thighs and pinched his waist; the trunks also emphasised his flaccid penis and was so tight around his ass, the trunks looked almost painted on. And his ass crack showed. But apart from that they fit perfectly. It wasn’t the waist or the crotch that Cameron was worried about – they were snug but adequate – it was the fact his long limbs emphasised the brevity of the swimwear. Kieran was wearing swimming shorts but next to Cameron, as the brothers walked into the main swimming area, Kieran looked like the little brother. Kieran was only ten months older than Cameron and they had the same brown eyes but Kieran’s hair was a lighter shade of brown than Cameron’s; Kieran was shorter with sinewy arms and chest compared to Cameron’s tall and scrawny look. The jumped into the water and swam for a while, chatting as they lazily paddled around. Cameron watched Kieran and thought he looked tighter and more toned than the last time he’d seen his big brother undressed. Kieran had denser muscle around his legs, arms, chest and abdomen. And his ass was… “I was filming scenes here a while back,” Kieran said dreamily. They were languishing at the edge of the pool and Cameron turned in the water, kicking closer until he too was holding the edge of the swimming pool. “Oh yea?” asked Cameron with interest. Cameron was nebulously aware of his brother’s film career. When Kieran went to King James VI (Scotland) University, had joined a web-based soap opera called Coalwater. Where most soaps will display their most attractive actors and actresses in skimpy clothes or towels from time to time, this soap pushes the boundaries of watershed programming. Not content with partial or implied nudity, Coalwater often had actors naked on set, naked in broadcast scenes and even erect prior to love scenes. Coalwater drew the line at showing penetrative sex in the show however some of the actors participated in a pornographic extension of the show. It would be like Eastenders or Days of our Lives being made by Helix Studios… which actually sounds pretty good. Anyway… “Does anything juicy happen when you’re here?” asked Cameron. Kieran looked a little put out at the question. “You haven’t watched it?” Kieran asked. Watching porn with his brother in it was a titillating premise but Cameron had been rather preoccupied with his teacher lover for much of the year. He had caught several episodes of Coalwater and watched them with his parents. Cameron and Kieran’s parents knew about the show, but not the sex with men on camera thing; they had been surprised to see Kieran’s penis when he came out of the shower in one episode and rather felt they shouldn’t watch anymore so it wasn’t something that all the family sat down to watch. “Sorry, I’ve had a busy year,” Cameron made as an excuse. Understatement of the year – Cameron could not begin to tell Kieran all the things he’d been though but he also realised that it wasn’t important right now. Kieran wanted to talk. It seemed so obvious now – that was why Kieran had come home and why he’d been so gloomy. “What’s wrong, Kieran?” asked Cameron gently. Kieran huffed and was about to give the really annoying “nothing” response when he changed his mind and decide to answer properly. “You ever have one of those years you wish you could do all over again?” Kieran asked. “Sure, this one has been pretty neat,” Cameron replied cheerfully. Cameron was thinking of his love affair with a sexy older man. The look on Kieran’s face told him his brother was less impressed with the outcome of his life. “Things didn’t work out the way I thought they would,” Kieran said. “The year isn’t over yet,” Cameron said tenderly. “I guess so,” Kieran replied. “What was the guy’s name again? Wesley?” Cameron asked. Wesley was the young man who had recruited Kieran to join the show. Wesley was the first man Kieran had ever had sex with; Cameron had walked in on them which at the time had been humiliating… and exciting, which was a confusing set of emotions to feel about your brother watching you have sex. Cameron had asked about Wesley because he thought Wes was what hadn’t worked out the way Kieran had hoped. “It doesn’t matter,” Kieran said dismissively but he sounded brighter than he had all week. “Are you ok now?” Cameron asked. “I’m ok. I guess all it took was…” Kieran started to say. “Seeing me in budgie smugglers?” Cameron suggested. Kieran laughed at him. The brothers were in the changing room, showered and half dressed when Cameron noticed a hot boy sitting on the same bench getting dressed. The lad was perhaps a couple of years older with a teen-lean body. Cameron was thinking about his separation from Vincent and Kieran’s melancholy over whatever it was that had upset him and decided to take a chance. After all, the Symposium does have a predominantly gay male membership, Cameron thought. Cameron looked at the hot lad in shorts, barefoot and pulling on a pair of ankle socks with Mr Men on it. He smiled at the lad who sort of registered the attention. “I like your socks,” Cameron said. Wait, what? Is that supposed to be a chat-up line? Did he just say that out loud? The lad looked at Cameron and didn’t speak for several seconds. His face said lots of things though. His eyes said, “Eh… what?” while his eyebrows said, “What the hell is wrong with this guy?” and his nose crinkled to say, “What the fuck?” “I’m sorry?” the lad said, perhaps kocaeli escort hoping he hadn’t heard properly. Please let the ground swallow me up, thought Cameron, but he felt committed to it now. “You’re socks are really cool,” Cameron said. Your Mr Happy socks are really cool? What the hell is wrong with you? Behind Cameron, Kieran didn’t make a sound but Cameron knew his brother was pissing himself laughing at the clumsy flirtation. “Ok… thanks,” the lad said. His trainers were now on and he lifted his bag and made a hasty exit, looking over his shoulder as he left to get one last look at the nutter complimenting his bloody socks. “Wow,” said Kieran, patting Cameron’s back. Cameron hung his head. “I can’t believe that didn’t work,” Kieran passed remark. “I panicked,” Cameron replied. “That’s ok, beanpole. I think he really liked you,” Kieran said condescendingly. Cameron knew his brother was joking rather than being mean but still he replied; “I hate you.” Kieran was driving Cameron home a while later. They’d changed into shorts and t-shirts, the windows were down because Kieran’s little car didn’t have air conditioning and their hair was damp and tussled by the air passing though. “I’ve not had sex for five weeks,” Cameron said. Kieran nearly did an emergency stop. Perhaps Cameron was trying to explain his appalling flirtation attempt. “It’s too long. I can take care of things myself but, shit I miss having sex,” Cameron continued. “Ok… who were you having sex with?” asked Kieran. “You wouldn’t believe me if I told you. And I’m not going to tell you,” replied Cameron. “Oh, ok…” Kieran responded. “Sorry,” Cameron said. Telling his best friend about Mr Wilson was one thing but the more people who knew the more danger there was in someone disapproving finding out. Things with his teacher were over, but it still had to be a secret – even, perhaps especially, from his protective brother. Kieran shrugged as if he didn’t mind but he did wonder who his brother had been having sex with. Was it someone he knew too? Was it Robin? “Do you want to…” Cameron started to ask if Kieran wanted to fuck. “Beanpole, please don’t ask,” Kieran interrupted. “Oh, I forgot, you’re a bit submissive, aren’t you?” Cameron said with excitement. “No, Cameron,” Kieran said with a titter in his voice. No means no but Cameron could hear the interest in Kieran’s voice. His big brother could hardly just agree to fuck without any hint of resistance so Cameron decided to sweet talk Kieran. “It’ll help you get over whatever…” Cameron nudged and winked at his brother; “…or whoever had you feeling blue all week.” “Bits of me are getting blue,” admitted Kieran; his testicles feeling heavier than he would like. “But no, we shouldn’t.” “You liked it last time,” Cameron pointed out. “It’s weird,” Kieran said – concentrating on the road and not daring to look at Cameron. “Because we’re brothers?” Cameron asked. “Because it’s weird,” Kieran repeated. Cameron fell silent, then… “I’ll let you go on top,” Cameron said. “Ok.” They arrived back at the house which was still empty – the parental units were still at work. The brothers headed for Cameron’s bedroom where the younger brother pulled off his t-shirt and kicked off his trainers without even closing the door. Cameron beckoned Kieran closer, putting his hands on his big brothers waist and pulling him closer. Cameron was several inches taller than Kieran, who looked up and felt a gentle kiss on his lips. Kieran slid his hands over Cameron’s bare back, down to his sacrum and then tucked his fingers into the waistband of his brother’s shorts. Cameron smoothly dropped his hands to the bottom of Kieran’s t-shirt and began to lift it; Cameron was enjoying the soft strokes of Kieran fingers on his ass but that ended as Kieran lifted his arms and leaned back so his top could come off. “Take your shorts off,” Cameron commanded as Kieran’s t-shirt joined Cameron’s on the floor. Kieran dropped to the floor, squatting rather than kneeling, and gripped Cameron’s shorts pausing only for a second before yanking them down. Cameron’s seven inch cock sprang up and bobbed in Kieran’s face. “Have you grown since the last time?” Kieran asked. “Maybe a little,” Cameron replied proudly. Kieran tested the hard cock in his left hand – drawing back and forth on the shaft and watching the head of Cameron’s cock wink at him before releasing a single silky tear. Kieran kissed his brother’s cock, licking away the pre-cum and causing Cameron to let out a little moan of pleasure. Kieran smiled at the success of his subtle efforts. Cameron tucked his hand under Kieran’s chin and lifted his gaze until their eyes met. “You can have another taste after if you want, but first I want you to fuck me,” Cameron said seductively. Kieran followed gentle physical prompts – getting to his feet and dropping his shorts; his cock was seven and a half inches which looked even bigger since he’d trimmed his pubes. All the boys on set trimmed their pubes and some shaved entirely. The fevered pace of their sex was a welcome change of pace from what Kieran was used to; most of his sex (but not all) was in front of a camera that required angles and pauses in the action and directions – all to create a half hour or hour long sex scene. Kieran had gained an appreciation of the male form over the last six or seven months and even though he knew Cameron was his blood brother, he saw the profound sexual attractiveness of him. That Kieran was older but shorter than Cameron but had a bigger cock was a nice smorgasbord of challenged expectations. Kieran left his trainers on, as he did sometimes when filming lusty scenes, and pushed Cameron onto the bed. He donned a condom quickly and stood ready to penetrate after some firm gripped tugs on is hard-on. “Go for it,” Cameron demanded. Kieran was lubed and covered and ready to go, so he went. The head of his cock slid into Cameron’s ass and he pushed the rest of the shaft in with slow and constant pressure. It kept going in and going in deeper – like a magician pulling coloured handkerchiefs from his sleeve but in reverse. Filled up, Cameron felt elated. “You can do it a bit harder if you want,” Cameron said. Kieran was more often than not a bottom – so being on top was a treat. Being on top and still taking commands was like a dream come true. Cameron had been right – Kieran was a little bit submissive. Kieran didn’t want to get into a conversation about Cameron being a little bit dominant. It was true but unimportant at the moment. Kieran pulled his cock back and plunged back in; he sped up and started to push harder like Cameron suggested. Kieran watched as Cameron pushed his long arms back to grab a pillow, exposing his armpits and stretching his body so it looked impossibly tall. Cameron held the pillow tight and suppressed a moan as Kieran continued to fuck him. Cameron had claimed it had only been five weeks since the last time he’s had sex and that was true but he’d been on top on that occasion; it had been many months since he’d had someone inside him. Vincent had popped his cherry and losing his virginity to an older man had been a beautiful experience. Cameron had almost forgotten how good it felt to have a cock inside him – the fact that that cock was his brother’s was a taboo that excited Cameron almost as much as his affair with a teacher had. Fuck, Cameron wished he’d opened his legs sooner. He’d forgotten how good it felt. “Fuck,” seemed like an appropriate word to say. Kieran put his hands on Cameron’s thighs and lifted them higher and then worked his hands down his bothers legs until he was holding Cameron’s ankles while pushing his whole cock in and out. Cameron’s moans were like music. “When you cum, you can suck my cock, ok?” Cameron said breathlessly. Cameron was trying to stay in control but he had lost himself to the sexual pleasures he was feeling. The feel of Kieran’s hands caressing his feet, ankles and legs was arousing; moreover, the friction against his sphincter and the feel of Kieran’s cock against his prostate was magnificent. Cameron’s whole body tingled and he bit down on the pillow to keep from squealing. He’d fucked Vincent so many times and now realised he what he’d been missing out. Kieran had asked: “You ever have one of those years you wish you could do all over again?” Cameron thought his year had been pretty neat and it had been but if he could do it again it would have involved ordering Mr Wilson to fuck him more. A lot more. Cameron loved the feel of Kieran inside him and a pang of guilt hit him that he was imagining Mr Vincent as his brother fucked him; which in itself was fucked up. He felt guilty for not thinking about his brother while having sex? Kieran’s pounding on Cameron’s ass was exhausting but luckily he was close. So close: “I’m cumming,” Kieran said. Kieran felt his cock discharge and it blew his mind away. Kieran was floating in a mist of bliss and serenity, even as he eased his hard cock free of Cameron’s ass, he felt like he could fly. His boner was spent but still firm and Cameron sat up to pull the condom off. Cameron leaned his face into Kieran’s musky groin and licked the residue of jizz off it. Kieran’s cock was over-sensitive after spunking so hard but Cameron’s lips and tongue were pleasurable and cleaned him up. Now, it was it was the turn of Kieran’s mouth and Cameron’s turn to cum. Cameron was sitting on the edge of the bed as Kieran knelt between his legs. Cameron checked out his naked brother – subservient, tight like a gymnast and wearing only trainers with no socks. “Kiss it,” Cameron commanded. Kieran kissed the very base of Cameron’s cock where there was a sprout of bushy pubes above it. The smell was musky from sweaty excretion but not malodorous. Kieran kissed his way around the base of the hard rod, lifting it to kiss the sweet spot where the shaft met his testicles. Kieran grinned as Cameron’s suppressed noises registered surprise that “kiss it” was an instruction that could be applied too broadly. Cameron had expected the head of his cock and the slippery slit to get all the attention but Kieran knew how to prolong the pleasure. Kieran slowly kissed up the seven inch length of the erection until he reached the top. The head had a fat bead of pre-cum on it and Kieran looked up to see what Cameron wanted done about it. Kieran waited… After a few seconds, Cameron nodded and said; “Lick it.” Kieran was a little bit submissive but knew the power he had over his would-be masters; he was a talented cock-sucker and gifted sexual partner; he knew how to prolong things; he knew how to use a dominant partner’s desire to appear in control against him. Cameron had just proven that – bent to Kieran’s will even though he was giving the orders. Kieran stuck out his tongue and drew the extended appendage across the head of Cameron’s dick. He licked the top several times, exciting the weeping one-eye and then licked around the ridge of the glans. Kieran continued to lick up and down the whole shaft of Cameron’s dick like a lollypop, making it nice and wet with saliva and escaping cock juice. “Ok… ok…” breathed Cameron.”Put it in your mouth now. Suck it for me.” Kieran grinned that he had teased Cameron to the point of submission himself – pushing Cameron towards each instruction with subtle ease. In part this was because Cameron’s mind wasn’t in the domination game; he’d grown lax since losing Mr Wilson. Kieran popped the cock into his mouth and held the base in the grip of his left hand. His head moved up and down as he sucked the cock, squeezing it with his hand and bringing Cameron to the edge before easing off of choking the orgasm with a well-placed squeeze. Kieran went on like this for as long as he could, which was longer than Cameron could stand. “Make me cum… let me cum now,” Cameron almost begged. Kieran was happy to oblige, deep throating Cameron’s cock and feeling his little brother’s hands on his head. Cameron pushed down and held Kieran’s head on his cock. When Kieran’s head came back up, the hands remained tangled in his hair and Kieran felt Cameron take more control over the finale of the blowjob. Cameron’s cock was sloppy by the time Kieran suckled on the head and brought about the strongest orgasm Cameron had had in over a month. Cameron shot hot spunk into his brother’s mouth and Kieran drank it down, swallowing the spurts as they fired into his mouth and then licking the clumsy dribbles that drooled down the length of Cameron’s cock. Cameron flopped back on the bed, totally spent – you’d have thought he was the one doing all the hard work. Cameron pushed himself up the bed until his head met the pillow – he turned on his side and made room for Kieran to lie with him. Kieran kicked off his trainers, his feet hot and clammy now, and then joined his brother on the bed. They faced each other, not quite touching but limp dicks within erection distance. “And you made fun of my flirting abilities,” Cameron joked. “Well, done. You’ve pulled,” rejoined Kieran. Kieran rolled onto his back, feeling his flaccid cock flop over his pelvis. “Do you want to go to prom with me?” asked Cameron. Kieran chuckled; “What?” “I don’t mean as a date. More like a chaperone,” Cameron insisted; “I think Robin will have a date. They might not tell anyone but it’s still a date. My friend Ben has a date with a guy from his church. My mate Arthur has a girlfriend. I don’t wanna go alone and it would be nice to have a friendly face along.” “Oh I don’t know,” Kieran replied. “I’ve been there and done that, remember?” “Yea, but you didn’t have a handsome chaperone along with you,” Cameron said in a self-aggrandising way. “I don’t know,” Kieran repeated. “Just think about it,” Cameron replied. While Kieran contemplated the offer, Cameron slid off the bed and started to get dressed. “I like your socks,” Kieran said dryly. Cameron hit him in the face with a pillow. Thank you all for reading the penultimate chapter. Yes, next week is the finale. All good things must come to an end. Many thanks to all my correspondents for getting in touch, staying in touch or just saying hi. If you fancy emailing me: [email protected] If you love Nifty’s erotica, remember to donate: http://donate./donate.html Visit my blogspot – https://encomiums.blogspot – for updates including chapter synopses and excerpts. 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