A special word of thanks to Mr. Y. Lee Coyote or teaching me how to avoid irritating question marks in my text. Mr. Coyote this chapter is dedicated to you sir!
Houseboys is the third series I have posted on MMSA Stories. When this series is over I will repost the damaged texts but if anybody wants me to send them a copy of the repaired Gareth or Houseboys texts I will gladly do so as long as I'm asked politely! I didn't encounter the same problem when I posted the Byron series under John C.
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HOUSEBOYS 04 - Peter and I together at last.
Next morning I was in superb humour. After years of wishing the impossible I was suddenly in the situation where all my dreams had come true. Peter had always captivated me since we were small boys and now, after years of fantasising, he was my boyfriend. I didn't even care that he wanted to be the man in the relationship, I didn't upset me that he had referred to me as his 'wife', I didn't care that he wanted our relationship kept secret because all I cared was that we were together.
I sat in a dream world at breakfast thinking about how lucky I was. My parents were a bit concerned because I wouldn't concentrate on whatever small talk they were trying to make with me. I had bigger things on my mind. I wished weddings were possible between two men and that society didn't have a problem with them. In the UK marriage is only possible between men and women. It was unfair! I wanted to marry Peter and be his wife (as he called me) but the new Labour government wouldn't have the sensitivity to write laws for people like me.
"What on earth is wrong with you?" my father asked irritably, "you haven't said a single word whenever I spoke to you in the last half hour!"
"Nothing dad!" I replied, "I'm just thinking about something!"
I gathered my stuff and brought it over to where my mother was standing by the sink. I began to wash the dishes but she ushered me away.
"I'll do those love!" she said quietly.
"Thanks mum! Peter and me are going to the pool and then we're going to look for summer jobs." I said as I left the kitchen.
As I closed the door behind me I heard my mum ask dad if he thought was I in love. My father grunted.
"What lass would show in an interest in him?" he asked dismissively.
"Don't be like that Andrew!" my mother pleaded, "he's a quiet sensitive lad but there must be hundreds of girls out there that would like him!"
Dad just sighed, I didn? t quite make out what he replied but it was something like "but that boy of ours doesn't seem to be that interested in girls!"
S_H_I_T_! Dad suspected that I was queer! I sneaked upstairs and gathered my swimming stuff. Peter and I had arranged to go to the local pool this morning. Teenaged modesty had me wearing shorts whenever I swam over the last few years but Peter had insisted that I wear my Speedos this morning. He said that he wanted me to be like we were when we were still at the fantasy stage of five years ago. In those days I always wore Speedos and I wasn't sure if I knew where they were. Last night we hadn't 'done it' (as Damien called it!) and doing it tonight was on the cards if I agreed to wear Speedos. I rummaged through the boxes in the top of my wardrobe until I found an old pair. They were navy blue with a red triangle on the hip. I looked at them, they seemed quite skimpy but Peter wanted me to wear them so I would.
We arrived at the pool and went to the changing rooms. It was then that I realised how embarrassing my predicament might be. There weren't that many people in the changing rooms, just a few young teenagers drying themselves after a swim and a couple of older men getting ready to go for a swim. I began to change facing in towards the centre of the room. I didn't want to turn around, I was sure that my arse was likely to be red from Thomas' efforts yesterday. I was stripped and sitting on the bench beside Peter who was still wearing his boxers. He must have sensed my apprehension because he took my kitbag from the floor and put it on the seat on the other side of him from where I was standing.
"Pass us my bag!" I asked.
Peter just smiled and pushed the bag further away along the seat. I looked around embarrassed. One of the older men had already left the changing rooms; the other was watching us cautiously out of one corner of his eye. The group of teenaged boys was also quietening down and sort of looking in our general direction.
"You're a c_u_n_t_!" I snapped at him as I reached across him and tried to drag the bag back.
"I'll get you for that later!" Peter laughed and pushed the bag further forcing me to rise from my seated position and try to stretch across him.
My arse was half raised from the seat as I fumbled across his legs. Peter was enjoying this. I was desperately trying to get my red bum covered but I couldn't until I got my hands on the bag. I made a quick grab rising a bit further as I reached but Peter was quicker than I was. As soon as I was half standing his right hand pressed into the back of my left knee and I fell forward across his left leg with my red arse exposed to everybody else in the changing room.
Howls of laughter rose from the assembled group of teenagers.
"Hey that bloke has a spanked arse!" one of them howled.
"Whack his arse for calling you a c_u_n_t_!" another shouted to Peter.
I blushed red as a post-box as I struggled to get up. Peter was quite amused even if I wasn't. The older man was also blushing and left the room in a hurry. I was surprised afterwards that he hadn't reported us to the pool management! I reached into my bag to get my swimming togs. As I fumbled in the bag I noticed a large pair of feet standing in front of me. I looked up slowly taking in the sight of one of the larger teenagers standing in front of me with his thumbs hooked under his waistband. I raised my head and gave him a look of complete contempt. At the same time I was shaking with fear. This lad looked quite rough. He might have been about sixteen years old but his hairstyle and earring told me he was from one of the rougher parts of east London. I had never seen him before so he might have been down this way on a daytrip with his mates.
"Hey queer-boy!" he drawled, "How about you sucking my big fat one!" he laughed as he lowered the waistband exposing his flaccid dick.
"F_u_c_k_ off!" I snapped.
That was the wrong thing to say. His friends, there were six of them altogether, gathered in a semi circle around where Peter and I were sitting. They looked quite menacing.
"I think you got us wrong lads!" Peter chipped in. "We're not queer his dad did that to him and I was taking the piss out of it!"
"Really?" the first bloke said.
"Yeah!" Peter replied.
"I don't believe you!" the lad replied, "I think you two is faggots and would love to taste my sausage before we queer-bash you f_u_c_k_ing both!"
He lowered the band further and released his flopping dick.
"Kiss it you then you f_u_c_k_ing faggot!" he hissed through gritted teeth as he approached Peter with his fists curled.
Peter froze. It wasn't like him not to be in control of a situation but he had brought this on both of us with his stupidity. It seemed that he had no option but to kiss the teenager's c_o_c_k_ when suddenly a yelp from the doorway sent the six lads scurrying. It was the pool attendant. He was a big burly man with a boxer's nose and looked like he could hammer the s_h_i_t_ out of anybody.
"What's going on in here?" he bellowed.
The London lads looked at him in fear.
"You lot again? I told you lot before that you're f_u_c_k_ing barred from this pool. Now get dressed and get the f_u_c_k_ out of here before I call the police for you Smith!"
The man stood watching as the six teenagers hurriedly dressed. It was clear that Smith was well known in the pool. He was probably on probation or something because normally the rougher lads aren't scared of pool attendants or police! Peter and I sat shocked and still until the boys were dressed and on the way out the door with the big attendant ushering them out. I can't lip-read but I could clearly distinguish the "I'll f_u_c_k_ing kill you outside!" that the menace mouthed as he walked past us.
As soon as they were out I turned to Peter to tell him what I thought about him and his stupidity when the second man walked back into the changing rooms.
"Are you boys okay?" he asked, "them boys have caused trouble here before. I saw them watching you and got the security man to come in and get rid of them!"
"Thanks!" Peter said, "but I think they're going to wait outside for us!"
"My car is out the side," the man continued, "if you like I could drive you out past them to somewhere safer after I've had my swim!"
"Thanks mister!" Peter said, "We might have to take you up on that offer!"
"I'll be leaving in an hour or so meet you at reception!" and he walked off towards the pool.
My heart was pounding.
"Do you think he might be gay?" Peter whispered when the man was out of sight.
"I'm not!" the man's head appeared around the wall by the disinfectant foot pool, "but my boyfriend is!"
We laughed at his reply. I was relieved that the danger could be avoided. When the bloke was standing before me I thought that Peter was as bad as Damien. I had quietly resolved to tell him to f_u_c_k_ off when we got home and he certainly hadn't a chance of 'doing it' to me that night. But as I thought that all gay men were arseholes I realised that Thomas and the man who was going to give us a lift to safety were gay men and they were okay! Maybe it was only young queers that were arseholes!
"I want to leave now!" I whined.
"And get a beating outside from the w_a_n_k_ers that were here?" Peter replied.
I knew it was pointless but I didn't want to go swimming now. At the same time I had to pass the hour until the man was ready to smuggle us out so I decided I was better off swimming than I would be moping around the changing rooms.
I reached into my bag and produced the Speedos. Peter smiled and whispered to me to put them on. They were a bit too small, a bit tight around the thighs and they pinched my sore arse a bit.
"I can't swim in these!" I protested.
"You look great Ben!" Peter replied, "and your arse looks super in those tight togs!"
He placed his hand gently against the tight fabric and patted my bum.
"I can't wait to get a piece of this later Tiger!" he said as he leaned forward and lightly kissed my fabric-coated rump.
Thank God the changing rooms were empty. I would have something to say to him later, but I like the way he kissed me there!
We swam for the best part of an hour. The tight Speedos were uncomfortable and my bum was a bit sore from the episode with Thomas, but I relaxed and enjoyed the swim. The man from the changing rooms smiled at me a few times whenever we passed. I thought he was quite cute in a thirtyish sort of way! The man wasn't beautiful by any standards but I found him strangely attractive. He was about five foot seven with thinning black hair. His body wasn't gym-toned and sagged a bit even though he was quite trim. I liked the maturity of his body as much as I liked the little gym-pup body that Thomas had. There seems to be something about a man that when he hits thirty his six-pack seems to jut out lazily like a little boy's one. If the gay magazines like Zipper and Vulcan were to be believed as examples of male beauty for gay men I wasn't a gay man! The guy reeked of s_e_x_ for me! I was thankful that the cold water of the pool and my tight Speedos were restraining any growth in the downstairs department. I would have loved to know more about this man. I was still attracted to Peter in a big way though. Peter was more like a Zipper model, cute, lithe and very handsome, but I felt my attraction to him was because of who he was more than how he looked. I knew at that point that I was attracted to real men! I wanted to be with a male who was strong, hairy, balding or carrying a bit of a gut. Fat didn't attract me, nor did grey hair, just masculinity in its most raw sense.
The hour passed quickly and soon it was time to return to the changing rooms. The man followed us and dressed quite modestly in our presence. I got a good look at his arse but his careful towel movements held his dick from my sight. Peter and I hit the showers. I was sure he would join us and I would see what I wanted there but he never arrived. I showered slowly but the man never came. I gave up and returned to the dressing room where he stood with his towel around his waist. I was deliberately naked hoping he would look at me. I didn't even try to hide my red arse from him nor from anybody else in the room. He just smiled gently and walked off towards the showers. I sat beside Peter and we dressed.
When the man returned I was tying my laces. I looked up but he was facing away from me. He dropped his towel and proceeded to pull on a pair of navy underpants. They fitted his cute rump very neatly. The man had obviously dried himself in the shower area. I wondered what his bulge would look like but he denied me that as he immediately pulled on a pair of black Adidas trackkies before he turned around. He sat to dry his feet and looked up at us.
"I'll be ready in a minute lads!" he said as he dried his feet.
"We'll wait for you outside!" Peter replied.
I didn't want to go just then. I wanted to watch this man a bit more but Peter tugged my shoulder and I followed him out to the reception area.
"You're into him aren't you?" he said when we got outside.
"Maybe I am maybe I'm not!" I replied.
Peter sighed. "Look Ben he's too f_u_c_k_ing old for you!"
"You're just getting jealous!" I teased.
"I'm not getting jealous I'm being sensible! We know nothing about him and I don't want you telling him anything about us you know I don't want anybody to know I'm?" he paused mid sentence.
"Queer?" I added helpfully.
"SHHHH!" he hissed, "somebody might hear you!"
"So what?" I taunted, "what are you going to do about it?"
He leaned over and whispered in my ear, "say one more thing and I'll spank you!"
I laughed, "I told you already that that's Thomas' job!"
"I'm your boyfriend!" he stated firmly but quietly, "I am the one who should be taking care of your discipline and lifestyle!"
"And I am your boyfriend and I should be taking care of yours!" I replied.
"I don't want you flirting with older guys and proclaiming our relationship to the world!"
"I don't want you making a f_u_c_k_ing idiot out of me in the dressing rooms!"
Well, we were twenty-four hours together before our first row erupted. It could have got quite tense but the man arrived behind us at that moment.
"Okay lads?" he chirped, "the car is out the side! Keep your heads down and I'll leave you at the bus-stop on High Street!"
As we sneaked across the car park towards the man's Mondeo Peter whispered to me that if I mentioned anything about being gay that he would give me a hiding when we got home. I snorted in response. There was no sign of the East-end lads when we left the leisure complex. They were probably waiting for us up the road a bit but as we drove towards the High Street we never saw them.
Our knight in shining armour turned out to be a Scot called Harry. As we drove the three miles to the town centre he told us about how he knew the lads that had threatened us. They had been in the pool a few months previously, about Christmas time, and they had attacked some local kids outside the complex. Harry boasted that he had a good head for remembering faces. Peter had sat up front to prevent me from making a pass or something like that so I was a bit out of the conversation. Peter talked to the man about swimming. We were almost at High Street when my curiosity got the better of me.
"Are you really gay mister?" I blurted.
The man blushed a bit. I could see the back of his neck reddening at my question.
"Yes!" he replied, "I am!" He paused for a moment, "I hope that doesn't offend you boys!"
"Hell no!" I replied as we pulled into High Street, "Peter and me are queers as well!"
"I thought as much!" the man said quietly as he pulled the car over near the bus stop. "You boys be careful!" he warned as we hopped out.
Peter glared at me as the car pulled off. I gave him a big cheeky grin as a reply.
"I'll kill you for that!" he said.
"What? Spank me?"
"Yeah!"
"It should be me spanking you!" I stated, "after all it was you that landed us in the f_u_c_k_ing s_h_i_t_ and made an idiot of me!"
"I don't get spanked!" he snarled.
"Never stopped you when we were younger!"
Peter paused and gave me a wry smile. I had no idea what was hatching in his head.
"Yeah!" he said, "I let you spank me when we was kids. Maybe we should go to my garage when we get home and relive the good old days."
"Sounds like a good idea!" I said delighted that he had agreed to take a spanking as well as give me one.
"And we can do it just like when we were two little boys!" he said.
"That would be cool!" I said.
"No changing your mind now!" he warned me.
"Promise I won't change my mind!"
Peter gave me a cheeky grin. "That means you agree to take it on the bare arse and I get to keep my trousers on!" he laughed. "And you only get to spank me about once a week whereas I get to whack your arse every f_u_c_k_ing day!"
I was about to open my mouth and protest.
"You promised you wouldn't change your mind!" he warned with the same cheeky smile gleefully across his face.
It was my turn to glare!