Lord Byron 08 - A saga beginning with Chris. The next afternoon, Chris approached Byron on the corridor and asked him if he might speak with him. Byron agreed and the two went into the senior common room for a chat. "Byron," Chris blurted, "I'm queer!" "I know!" Byron replied. "What?" Chris exclaimed in shock, "what do you mean that you know?" "I noticed you were getting off on the spanking yesterday!" "It was a bit noticeable," Chris admitted with a blush. Byron reached over and put his hand on Chris' shoulder, "how old are you?" "I'm still fifteen!" Chris said softly. "Well Chris," there are laws in this country and you have to wait another six years before you will be allowed to do anything!" "But, you're not ...." Byron cut him off – "Listen Chris, the law is clear that you have to be twenty-one before you can get involved in queer s_e_x_. That's because that ugly old man in London, Margaret Thatcher, doesn't like faggots!" "But Byron, you're only eighteen aren't you?" "Yes, but I am extra careful that anything I do is out of the sight of the law! A word of advice Chris, if you're going to do anything, do it very, very, very privately!" "I'd like to do a repeat performance of yesterday!" Chris suggested. Byron smiled, he knew that he was getting into a risky area here, he stopped for a minute but then threw caution to the wind – "I'll see you, same time, same place, after school!" Chris smiled.
"So what are you into then?" Byron asked as the two boys wandered slowly over towards the changing rooms. "What do you mean?" Chris asked innocently. "Well, when your tossing yourself off, what do you think about?" "Simon mostly!" "He is kind of cute isn't he?" "Cute? He's f_u_c_k_ing beautiful!" Chris said as he thought about his friend. He could feel his c_o_c_k_ hardening at the thought of the lad as they walked. "And what do you do together in your fantasies?" Byron asked.
Strangely enough, the normally shy Chris, wasn't at all embarrassed as he spoke. He felt that he was safe telling his dirty secrets to Byron. "My favourite fantasy is set in Simon's bedroom. He's lying on the bed stroking his c_o_c_k_!" "Have you ever seen his c_o_c_k_?" Byron asked. "A few times, he's circumcised!" "Really?" Byron asked, "that's a bit unusual!" "It looks great," Chris continued. By now they had reached the door of the dressing room and Chris could feel his knees quivering a bit, he continued his story as Byron opened the door. "He's lying on the bed with his legs bent and spread, I'm standing at the end of the bed...." They walked inside and Byron closed the door. ".... he snaps his fingers and order me over to lick his shaft but he doesn't get me to suck it...." "Why not?" Byron said as he reached towards the boy's belt and began to open it. "I don't know!" Chris admitted, "I suppose I think that licking a c_o_c_k_ is better than sucking it!" "You have a lot to learn!" said Byron as he slid the trousers off Chris' hips and turned the boy around. "Does he ever spank you?" he asked as he gently caressed Chris' arse with his hand. "Never! But last night when I was wanking I thought about spanking him!" Brian answered. Byron took Chris' stiff c_o_c_k_ in his hand and led him over to one of the benches. "You've got a nice c_o_c_k_ for a white boy!" he remarked, "most of your lot have only a little pork sausage down there!" Chris blushed. "Thanks!" he muttered as Byron pulled him over his knee and rubbed his arse. Chris was still a bit sore from the paddling the day before.
"Tell me more!" "After the licking I sit on his c_o_c_k_ and he f_u_c_k_s me all night!" "That's a disgusting fantasy to have about a friend!" SLAP! Byron landed a firm whack on the boy's arse. Chris moaned as the palm of Byron's experienced hand punished his tender slim arse. SLAP! He could feel his c_o_c_k_ straining and leaking against Byron's thigh. SLAP! He was beginning to realise that he was enjoying the spanking, SLAP! But the slaps were beginning to sting now! SLAP!
As Byron continued to spank Chris' arse, the boy raised his hips to meet each slap as it landed. Each time Byron spanked him he was forced down and his c_o_c_k_ rubbed against the slightly rough grey fabric of Byron's school trousers. Byron spanked and slapped as the boy thrust his hips back and forth over Byron's thigh, until suddenly, he shot a load all over Byron's trouser leg.
Byron felt the warn liquid through the fabric and stopped spanking. "On your knees and clean up your mess!" he ordered sharply. Chris stumbled to the floor and looked up at Byron for clarification of what the assistant head-boy was asking for. "Come on lad, suck up that mess you made now!" Byron could see that Chris was a bit disgusted at the prospect of eating his own sperm. "Please Byron? Can't I just wipe it up with a cloth?" "No!" Chris knelt down and moved his face towards the white glob on Byron's thigh. He reached out quickly with his tongue and decided that scooping it up and swallowing in one go would be easier. It was and he survived without gagging.
When Byron's trousers were clean, Chris stood and Byron smiled at him. In the darkness of the room Chris couldn't see this, in fact, he didn't know what might happen next. "Kneel down Chris!" Byron instructed, "you have to learn the truth about licking and sucking!" Chris obeyed as Byron opened his own trousers and released the Black Cobra. Chris couldn't see the shaft in the darkness of the room, but Byron took his hand and rubbed it against the monster. Chris gasped, he had heard that Byron was well endowed, there were plenty of stories about his size going in the school, but he didn't realise that it could be as big as it felt.
He moved his head forward and gingerly licked the tip of the shaft. Chris had just tasted his first c_o_c_k_ ever and his sloppy bloated c_o_c_k_ began to stretch again with excitement. He placed one fist around the base of Byron's hard rod and began to lick at the crown, sticking his tongue in and out of the ridge below the knob. Byron leaned his head back and moaned. "Now suck it!" Byron instructed. Chris hesitated but Byron pulled his head over his shaft and the boy gulped and gagged as the long lance entered his mouth. He began to suck frantically. "Watch for the teeth!" Byron said as Chris did his best to suck the monster without chewing it.
Needless to say, Chris' first efforts weren't great, but on the many subsequent visits that he made to the changing rooms with Byron, he learned how to suck c_o_c_k_ better than any whore. For the next three months Byron and Chris engaged in regular sessions in the changing rooms, nobody ever suspected anything and they were never discovered. Each session involved a spanking for Chris, a blowjob for Byron and, if the blowjob was good, Byron would pull the lad off as a reward.
After the fourth or fifth session Chris asked Byron to f_u_c_k_ him. "Have you ever been f_u_c_k_ed before?" Byron asked. Chris shook his head. Byron looked at him. Chris was still very young and he didn't really want to f_u_c_k_ him. "No! I won't do that to you!" Byron stated flatly. "Is it because you think I'm too young? I'm nearly sixteen!" Chris blurted. "It's nothing to do with your age!" "Do you think I'm ugly or too skinny?" Byron laughed, "of course you're ugly, you're white!" Chris didn't see the humour in this and began to sob. Byron immediately reacted to his own stupidity. "Look I'm sorry Chris, it isn't that at all, you're not ugly! In fact you're a fine looking chap and I'm very honoured by your invitation, but...." ".... but you don't like me and I'm only good for ....!" "Shut up Chris!" Byron snapped, "you could at least let me finish!" "Why should I? You don't like me!" Chris whined. "Listen to me Chris! The reason I'm not going to f_u_c_k_ you is because first shot at your arse belongs to Simon McLeod!" Chris looked at him quizzically, "then I'll never get shafted!" he protested. "I wouldn't bet on that!" Byron replied. "Simon isn't into that sort of thing!" "Every bloke is into it! At least we are all willing to give it, not everybody likes to take it!" "But Simon...." "Trust me!" said Byron, patting Chris' arm. "Trust me!" and he walked away.
Byron found Simon McLeod sitting in the study hall. He pulled up a chair and sat beside the fair haired youth. Although Byron hadn't paid that much attention to the boy before now he realised that Chris had picked an incredible fantasy for himself. Simon was quite muscular for his age and apart from his fair hair, straight white teeth and perfect complexion – he was just plain beautiful. "Simon?" he asked, "how much would you do to help a buddy out of a situation?" Simon didn't look up, he was still embarrassed when he met Byron, the spanking was a huge dent to his ego. "If it's you, not very much!" "If it's not me?" "It depends on who it is!" "What about Chris Watts?" "I'd do anything for Chris Watts, he's my mate!" "Anything?" "Well within reason!" "Do you know that we've been seeing each other since the day we were in the changing rooms?" Simon looked up in disgust. "F_u_c_k_ off pervert!" he snapped. Byron looked down – "well I'm sorry to interfere but Chris would love you to ....." Simon stood up and began to walk away, "it's none of your f_u_c_k_ing business!" he said as he moved towards the door. "All I ask is that you talk to him!" Byron said simply as Simon looked back and glared.
Byron didn't know what happened next between the two lads, but about a week later Chris sat beside him in the canteen just as lunch ended with a smile from ear to ear. "We've done it!" he cooed, "I'm not a virgin anymore!" "How was it for you?" "F_u_c_k_ Byron! I'm no expert, yet, but it was great!" "Will you be seeing each other again?" "Simon says it was a once off, but ...." "Yeah, Simon says! You think it will happen again?" Chris nodded like a child. "Does that mean our sessions in the changing rooms are over?" Chris looked down, "if Simon and me work out together I should really stop seeing you!" They walked towards the canteen door and Byron went into the toilets for a piss. Simon was at the urinal. "Congratulations!" Byron started. "I told you before to mind your own f_u_c_k_ing business!" Simon relied quietly. "Fine!" said Byron as Chris walked in. He pulled up his flies and began for the door, "Just don't let me ever catch you two smoking again, look at the trouble you got into last time!" As Byron closed the door, Simon reached into his pocket and offered his friend a cigarette. Chris laughed and took one – "are you coming over to my place to study after school?" he asked. "Why not!"
Lord Byron 09 - Trouble Brewing. Simon never really took to the spanking side of the relationship with Chris. As a result Chris continued to have occasional meetings with Byron. Simon McLeod became a good lover and quite expert at attempting new ways of pleasuring Chris in bed. Chris started to get quite effeminate and even started scribbling his name as Chris McLeod – he liked to think of Simon as his husband.
The English Spring didn't provide the same cover of darkness as the Winter had for late evening romps in the outfield so Byron brought Chris over to Brian's place after school a few times. They never left together but met up near the apartment. The first time they were there Chris was amazed at how developed Byron's set-up with Brian was. "I wish me and Simon had a place of our own!" he said. "One day you will!" Byron muttered as he pulled the boy towards him for a pre-spanking kiss. "I doubt it!" Chris said sadly. "Why?" "I don't know!" Chris said, "it's just, you know, Simon enjoys f_u_c_k_ing me, but I don't think he'll spend the rest of his life with me!" "Do you think he's getting tired of you already?" Byron asked. Chris nodded slowly in reply. Byron noticed a sadness in the young man's eyes. He decided that it would be inappropriate to spank the youth that day! "Let's just go to bed!" Byron suggested and he led Chris into Brian's bedroom. As they lay in the bed together, Byron explained that relationships were complicated and often went through good and bad periods – Chris understood this because he compared the situation between himself and Simon as to between his parents. Chris had never understood that queer people had relationships and that these were largely similar to heteros_e_x_ual ones. The two of them fell into a light sleep together and didn't hear Brian coming in.
When Brian came through the door, the first thing he noticed was Byron's schoolbag. He smiled to himself wondering what the evening had in store for him, but stopped dead when he saw a second, unfamiliar schoolbag, beside Byron's. He crept up to the bedroom door and peeked in, Byron was sleeping soundly with Chris draped across his slim black chest. Brian smiled, they looked the picture of peaceful innocence – then he realised how dangerous the situation might be! Looking at Chris Watts, Brian could clearly see that the lad was far too young to be where he was. "He's no more than fifteen or sixteen!" Brian said to himself, "f_u_c_k_ it, does that Byron chap have any cop on at all?"
Brian walked across the room and pulled Byron's shoulder. "Wake up!" he called. Byron opened his eyes, they felt heavy after the mid-afternoon snooze. "Hi Brian! What's with you?" "What the f_u_c_k_ is he doing here?" Brian snapped irately as he pointed at Chris. "He's sleeping!" was Byron's c_o_c_k_y reply. "He's too f_u_c_k_ing young to be sleeping here! Now get up and get him out of here fast!"
Brian turned to leave the room, there was to be no negotiation on the issue of Chris staying or leaving. Byron woke the youth and Chris understood, he kissed Byron goodbye and slipped out quietly through the door without saying as much as a word to Brian. "What's the problem?" Byron asked as Brian read his newspaper – The Guardian – on the sofa. "Do you understand anything about laws governing homos_e_x_uality in this country?" Brian asked as he lowered his paper. "Not really!" "Well, it's time that you realised that gay-rights are backward here. At present, only consenting males over the age of twenty-one are entitled to enter s_e_x_ual relationships with each other!" "I thought it was eighteen!" Byron protested. "And what age was that bloke with you?" "Chris is nearly eighteen!" Byron lied. "What does 'nearly' mean?" "He's sixteen!" Byron admitted. Brian put his paper aside and stood to embrace his lover. "Byron!" he began, with a paternal tone to his voice, "what you're doing is very high risk. You can't just f_u_c_k_ anything you want out there and your pal counts as a minor in s_e_x_ so you could find yourself in trouble!" "But I'm only eighteen and you could find yourself in trouble as well!" "That's true," Brian admitted, "if you were a girl there would be no problem, but we are both male so, my relationship with you could send me to Wormwood Scrubs!" "So why do you risk it?" "Because I love you!" "Do you want me to f_u_c_k_ you?" "Does a duck with one leg swim in a circle?" Brian lay on the bed with his knees in the air, he knew that he was about to get just what he wanted from Byron, a rough, cruel f_u_c_k_. And he got it! Byron spread some of Vaseline on Brian's hole and slowly pried open the lips with the head of his c_o_c_k_. Brian moaned loudly as the head popped in. "Shut up bitch" Byron growled, "your hole is so loose you probably can't even feel it, but I'll make sure you feel my big black c_o_c_k_ f_u_c_k_ing you!" Once inside, he grabbed hold of Brian's hips tightly and f_u_c_k_ed him, slamming in and out roughly, growling and slapping Brian's smooth round arse. Brian grunted and groaned, "Oh yeah, go for it, F_U_C_K_ ME BYRON!" he roared. "Yeah, you like when I'm rough don't you? you little faggot! huh?" "Oh, yes, daddy, give it to me. Your c_o_c_k_ feels so good up there!" "I'll show you what your arse is for Brian boy, for taking the Black Cobra, take it, boy, yeah!" "Oh Byron, daddy, use my hole, sir, f_u_c_k_ me!"
Byron paused, he looked down into Brian's face and asked. "Can you explain why being with Chris is so dangerous?" Brian smiled – "I have a foot of c_o_c_k_ up my butt and you think I should give you a lecture on British law! Sometimes I just don't understand you Byron!" "Tell me Brian, what's the big problem? If I am a minor still and Chris is a minor then how can there be a problem?" "There is a problem Byron – now could you finish f_u_c_k_ing me and then we'll talk!" "Tell me first and then I'll finish the job!" Brian knew that there was no point of in arguing with his lover so he resigned to explain the situation as best as he could, "the problem is quite simple, neither of you has reached the age of consent for gay s_e_x_ – that's true, but you are over eighteen and therefore can be tried in a crown court for the offence, Chris would be sent to a children's court and get sympathy as the raped victim of a predatory adult." "Are you calling me a predatory adult?" Byron was offended by the remark. "I am calling you what the papers and the court staff would call you if you ever got caught with him. The bottom line is you would be treated as a s_e_x_ual offender and a pervert, you would go to jail, be treated for your s_e_x_ual depravity and never allowed to forget that you are a pervert. Chris on the other hand would be given a psychiatrist and a social worker, he would be taught to hate you and resent what you made him do...." "Would he go to prison?" "Probably not, you see, he's too young to be considered anything other than a victim...." "But I haven't reached the legal age of consent either so why am I am not a victim?" "Because you're over eighteen!" "This isn't fair!" Byron protested. "Maybe not, but that's the way things are and Mrs. Thatcher has no intention of addressing the issue, so you'll just have to put up with things as they are." "And it would be okay if I was a girl?" "No – with Chris and you it wouldn't matter! If you were a girl things with me it would be okay because we're both over eighteen!" Brian explained. "Hang on a minute," said Byron with a smile, "what do you mean if I was a girl? It's YOU that has a big fat willy up his bum which makes you the little girl here!" "That's a valid point, but I wouldn't describe myself as a little girl either!" "So it's okay for a young man of eighteen to shaft an old doll like you?" "Less of the 'old doll' bit please!" Brian protested. Byron reached down and spread Brian's legs wider, "Okay then old doll, time to get back to the f_u_c_k_ing!" – and he lunged in and out, occasionally slowing down to keep from cumming, so he could shaft his old doll for as long as possible. "If I'm going to be an abuser I want to abuse my favourite old doll's hole!" All Brian could do is whine, moan, and sometimes beg for it, as his back door was abused by his lover. The sweat dripped off of them both until the bed was drenched with sweat and the slops that dribbled out of Brian's arse from every withdrawal of Byron's pounding rod. Finally, Brian could no longer take the relentless assault on his prostate, and without touching his c_o_c_k_, he shot huge gobs of cream all over the bed. "Oh, I'm cumming, Byron, AAGH!" he panted as his now hole twitched and gripped Byron's c_o_c_k_, than after a few sharp jabs into him, Brian felt Byron's cum filling him up in spurts that dribbled out his hole and ran down his legs. Byron pulled his softening c_o_c_k_ out of Brian's hole, and pulled him over his knee, he gave him a hard spank that stung. "Okay, bitch, I'm done with the f_u_c_k_ing. Now, get your faggot arse up in the air, I owe you a spanking for calling me a pervert!" Brian crawled into the desired position and Byron began his familiar assault on Brian's bum.
At lunchtime next day Peter Hamilton called Craig Ross in the canteen. As Craig approached his one-time friend he had no idea of how close the information he was about to receive would bring him to getting full revenge on Byron. "Did you hear the latest about our nigger friend?" Peter asked with a caustic smile on his lips. "Nope!" Craig chirped as he pulled up a chair to sit down. "I didn't call you to sit with me _s_h_i_t_-for-brains!" Peter snapped, he still couldn't forgive Craig for his momentary lapse into homos_e_x_uality, "I called you over to give you some information and that's all." Craig began to stand and move slowly away. Since he had lost Peter's friendship he hadn't managed to find anybody else who was willing to pal with him. Before Peter, his only other friend was John Keegan – and he was history! "It appears," Peter continued, "that Boy George has got himself a little Culture Club!" This went straight over Craig's head – he had no idea that Peter was referring to Byron and the third formers. "Culture Club? That's a pop-group isn't it?" Peter sighed – "a culture can also be a group of bacteria, lowlife, faggots!" "What are you getting at Peter?" "Patience Craig, be patient and you will discover what you need to know!" Craig was glad that he wasn't friends with this plonker anymore. "George Lord has gathered a little culture of third form faggots around himself...." "Really?" Craig was both amazed and delighted by this information, he pulled the chair up again so that he could sit but Peter gave him a disdainful look that stopped him in his tracks. "Sorry, I forgot!" "You didn't hear this from me," Peter continued, "but Simon McLeod and Chris Watts are doing tricks for George Lord." With that Peter stood and without as much as looking at Craig, he walked away. Craig Ross didn't need any more information – he had enough to go on as it stood.
Lord Byron 10 - Byron Shopped. Craig Ross followed Simon McLeod for the next few days. He noticed nothing. He began to think that Peter Hamilton was setting him up when he saw Byron talking to Chris Watts outside the science room. He watched as the two chatted and then went their separate ways to class. Craig now took to following Chris – this led to some idea of a friendship developing between Chris and Byron, but there was an air of discretion about their meetings that left Craig with no firm evidence.
The relationship between Byron and Chris preoccupied Craig's thoughts for a full fortnight. He wondered what was behind their regular chats – being a hormone pumped teenager – his imagination worked overtime on the different possibilities.
As he walked home he imagined tall young Chris bent double with Byron poking his arse with his huge black c_o_c_k_ – Craig's own dong began to stiffen at this – he imagined the howls of pain as the big black pudding slid in through the tight gap that would be between Chris' narrow hips – his grey trousers were like a big top for a flea circus by now – he imagined how cute young Chris would ride up and down on the pole – he snapped! "That's disgusting!" he thought to himself, he pushed his erection downwards, revolted by the fact that it had responded to the thoughts he was having. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just glad to see me?" Craig was startled back to reality at the sound of Andrew Taylor's voice. Andrew was in fifth form. "Sorry, I was just thinking!" "I can see that!" said Andrew, "after all, it's not everyday that you see a chap walking along with a boner jutting out like that! Couldn't you cover it with your schoolbag like any normal chap would?" "F_u_c_k_ off!" Craig snapped, and Andrew did just that – he f_u_c_k_ed off!
Craig was disgusted with himself for getting a stiffie whilst thinking of Chris and Byron. He realised that he had homos_e_x_ual leanings, he knew that nobody liked him and he supposed it was because they knew he had these leanings, he didn't like himself for having these leanings – faggots were dirty filthy perverts, and he wasn't one of them. But, later on in bed, as Craig pulled his plum, thoughts of Chris and Byron occupied his mind and drove his fantasy. Somehow the blankets covered his shame and he enjoyed the idea of Chris bouncing up and down on Byron's shaft. The more he thought about it the harder he got, the harder he got the quicker he pulled, the quicker he pulled the more he thought about having a go at Chris' arse himself – just as he imagined sliding his own c_o_c_k_ into Chris Watt's arse, he shot a sticky load all over his fist. And his shame returned!
As assembly began the next morning Craig looked over at the line of fifth formers beside him, they were sniggering and laughing. He knew they were slagging him off. "Hey Craig! What's the lightest thing in the world?" one of them called. Craig ignored him. "Oi Craig!" the voice repeated, "what's the lightest thing in the world?" Craig still refused to acknowledge. "Your c_o_c_k_!" the voice called as his mates laughed and sniggered – "even your imagination can lift it!" The fifth formers laughed hysterically at this as Mr. Bromley called their attention to the prayers that began assembly.
After assembly finished, Craig approached Mr. Bromley. "Mister Bromley, sir, may I have a private word with you sir?" "Later Ross, later!" "Please sir, it's very important!" "Can't it wait?" "Not really sir!" "This better be important Mr. Ross or there will be hell to pay! I'm very busy these days!" "It is important sir!" Craig replied as he followed the man to his office.
"Well, what is it Mr. Ross?" "It's about George Lord sir!" Craig began. Bromley sat down, "I thought that that matter was over." "It is sir, this is different!" "Go on boy!" "Well sir – I'm not making any allegations – but I don't want my name dragged into what's going on in the third form." "What are you talking about boy?" "There are stories and rumours all over the school that me and George Lord are molesting the third formers and I just want to clear my name now!" "I haven't heard any of these stories!" Bromley remarked as he fidgeted uneasily at his desk, he really couldn't face another s_e_x_ual dilemma based on George Lord's s_e_x_uality. "I'm not sure if the ones with George Lord are true or not sir, but I know that the ones about me and the boys are all false." "What boys?" "Simon McLeod and Christopher Watts sir!" "Anybody else?" "No sir!" "Find Simon McLeod and send him to me immediately!" "Me sir?" "yes, you sir!" "But sir, my name is attached to the stories as well!" Craig protested, Bromley sent him away without any duty to send Simon to him and went himself to find either boy.
He found Chris sitting in the study hall. He brought him to his office and asked him about the rumours. "What rumours?" Chris asked nervously. "There are rumours about you and George Lord going in the school," the head said firmly. "Rumours that we talk to each other?" Chris sounded agitated, he had heard no rumours. "No!" Bromley said looking down at his desk with his face beginning to redden (Chris saw anger but it was actually embarrassment) "S_e_x_ual rumours boy, I hear you are having a relationship with George Lord!" Chris laughed, "Don't be daft sir! Me and Byron is friends that's all!" "And you're not going out with him?" Bromley asked with some relief in his voice. "Course not sir! Who told you I was? I bet it was Craig Ross or Peter Hamilton?" "Who are you going out with?" Bromley asked quietly. "With, eh, nobody sir!" Chris answered as he began to blush. "Mister Watts – are you telling me the truth?" "Eh, well, eh, yes sir!" "I don't believe you!" Chris knew that the head was on to him. He couldn't see his way out of this predicament, "I am going out with someone sir but it isn't George Lord, it's someone else!" "Who to be precise?" "Sir that's private, I promise you that it isn't who you heard it was and I'm telling you the truth in that, now please sir, may I go?" "Yes you may go!" Chris stood and walked towards the door. "This someone wouldn't be Simon McLeod either I suppose?" Chris froze. He stood stock still facing the door afraid to turn and face the principal. His stance, his shock and his silence confirmed what Bromley had asked. "So Mister Watts, you are involved in a relationship with Simon McLeod?" Chris turned and faced Bromley, a tear ran from his eye. "Take a seat boy!" Bromley said gently, "come on, sit down!" Chris sat and Bromley moved from behind his desk. He sat on the edge of the desk and addressed the youth in paternal tones. "You do realise I will have to inform your parents about this?" he said, "but I will do it sensitively. You are far too young to be involved in this kind of stuff and I think it better that you get out of it sooner than later. Now, for the last time, had George Lord any involvement in this?" "He encouraged us, that's all sir!" "A matchmaker?" "I don't understand sir!" "Did George suggest that the two of you should become a couple?" "No sir! It was me who suggested it to George!" "Why to George?" "I wanted somebody to encourage and advise me sir!" "Okay boy, stop crying and go back to the study hall. If you see Simon McLeod would you send him to me discreetly please?"
The fallout was predictable. When Simon McLeod's parents heard what he was involved in they sent him to a Catholic boarding school in Yorkshire. His mother's brother was a convert to Catholicism and had become a monk there so he kept an eye on his nephew, (although Simon and all his cousins knew that the roads on the moors were not the only bent things in Yorkshire.) Chris was moved to a comprehensive about seven miles north of where he lived. Their parents scheme succeeded in separating the boys but, they met up during school holidays and the relationship continued. Rumour has it that they moved to London together in 1985 and are still together today!
Venables was quick to point to Byron's involvement in the departure of a further two good students from the school. He played havoc at a staff meeting and insisted that Byron be removed from the school forthwith. Faced with a growing hostility towards Byron among the staff, Bromley called Carlyle and Chrissie Lord to a meeting. He explained to them that their son's s_e_x_uality was causing a malaise in the school and that he would prefer if Byron would complete his studies at home. There were less than two months to go to the A-levels and Byron was capable of preparing for the examinations at home. Carlyle objected quite strongly, but after Mr. Bromley explained the problems with Craig Ross and the later situation with Chris Watts and Simon McLeod, Carlyle backed off and promised to keep Byron home from there on.
The gentlemanly approach that Carlyle Lord had used in Mister Bromley's office changed as like Jeykell and Hyde when he got home. He punched his son in the stomach and kicked him when he fell, he screamed abuse and told Byron that he was not his son, that he was a lazy good-for-nothing shirt-lifting, faggot and that he hated him with every bone in his body. When he was finished, he left his son, a quivering wreck on the floor, sobbing and crying. When Byron looked up he saw his parents sobbing in a supportive embrace of each other. He knew that his mother was supporting his father – he had lost them both. He crawled up to his room, packed his belongings in a holdall, opened the window and climbed out onto the garage roof. He jumped off, and set off for Brian's house.