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This is the long promised third part or the trilogy that began with A Tale of Two Englishmen, and continued with Malcolm's Boys. It is almost a totally 'free standing' story, though a knowledge of the early parts may add a little to understanding the complexities of the Pridham family
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Jonathan Chapter 1 February 2008
2008 was a year of great ups and downs for Jonathan Pridham. Late July would see him celebrating his eighteenth birthday, and plans were already being made for that. The summer term would see him taking his exams, and then in the autumn going up to University. The school was confident that he would do well, and that there would be no problems on that score. He was a typical Pridham in that he believed in hard work and hard play.
The first 'up' came in the week of the winter term half-holiday.
Jonathan and Robert Fox had been friends ever since their first day at Nursery School, when they were both nearly four. That day they had played together in the sand pit, and with the usual vicissitudes of young life, had remained close friends. There had been one period of two months when they had fallen out and not spoken to each other; they had frequently shouted at each other and fought. There were countless episodes of getting into trouble together. Now in their teens, it was no longer fighting but just a pushing and pulling of each other around. They had been forbidden to do this indoors after several things got broken.
Their families had become friendly. Robert was an only child, and Jonathan had his brother and sister. Their parents had met at the nursery school gates, and later at parents' evenings, and this had grown into socialising and helping. The Foxes had been committed members of a small but flourishing Independent Church for many years. It was they who, after several years of persistent 'witnessing' had persuaded Michael and Lois Pridham to transfer from the Church of England to their 'more lively and Bible based' Church. This had affected Michael and Lois who, with all the additional zeal of converts, had become more certain and intolerant in their beliefs.
Jonathan and Robert had made those essential sexual discoveries at the usual age. The discovery of the delights of masturbation were shared verbally, and then practiced simultaneously, and very soon after competitively. Whose dick was the longest? Who could get the quickest hard on? Who could shoot first and furthest? Who could produce the most cum? (This was measured in small bottles and weighed surreptitiously in a school science lesson.) But all that had ceased before they entered the sixth form. They still wanked frequently, yes; but now alone.
Two years before there had been a crisis in the Pridham family when it was discovered that Jonathan's uncle Kevin was gay. Jonathan had confessed to Kevin that he thought he might be gay. [See Malcolm's Boy]
The thought had grown stronger, and the person around whom he was forming strong sexual fantasies was none other than his closest school friend, Robert Fox. Showers at school after a game of rugby gave Jonathan the chance of seeing Robert naked. Often it was a much as he could do to look and not get an erection; but a shower at school was always the prelude later that evening for a masturbatory fantasy that involved Robert.
Robert had gone away on the previous Friday after school, to spend the first weekend of the half term at his grandparents' in Woodford.
Jonathan had spent Saturday helping in the family shop in Luton; and the evening writing an essay for school. He was late getting up on the Tuesday morning. His father had long gone to work, and his mother had left the house with his younger brother and sister just after 9.00am. It was half past 9.00 when Jonathan, enjoying having the house to himself, got out of bed, showered and made his way down to the kitchen to get some breakfast. He had a plate-full of cereal, and some bacon and eggs, and was on sixth slice of toast and marmalade when there was a knock at the back door.
It was Robert. "What? Just got up, Jon? Fine morning like this, let's go for a walk on the Downs."
"Give me five minutes," said Jon, wiping the toast-crumbs from his mouth. The dirty plates and cutlery were quickly placed in the dishwasher.
Then on their bikes they cycled a couple of miles, on relatively quiet roads out to a farm near Caddington. They had done this many times before, they left their bikes at a farm, where the farmer was known to them, and was a regular customer at Pridham's shop in town. They were soon striding along a track.
It was a beautiful February morning. There had been a frost in the night, and that still glistened white in the places where the sun could not get to it. There was no wind, and the air was crisp and clear. They had done this walk many times, it involved coming back along the top of Dunstable Downs. (The Downs are the chalk hills of southern England. There is a very gentle slope on one side, with the steep scarp slope on the other. Dunstable Downs give extensive views to the north.)
"Well, how did the weekend with your Grandparents go?"
"Great!" replied Bob with a broad grin.
"That's an unusual response. It's usually a rather grudging 'All right'."
"It was great." Bob gave a little bouncy jump as he walked.
"Why what happened? What made it great this time?"
"My uncle Martin was there. He's a sailor, been on one of those cruise ships. He's only ten years older than me. I've always liked him, and we've got on well. He's more like an older brother than an uncle."
"Yea; you've spoken about him before."
"I haven't seen him for about four or five years."
"So?"
"It was sort of different this time."
"In what way?"
"Well, we met more as a couple of adults, rather than an uncle with a rather pestilential nephew."
"And you're not still a pest?" Jonathan barged into Bob, who in turn barged him back. "So did he tell you all about those 'lost in peril on the sea'?"
"Sort of."
"What do you mean?"
Bob had a strange look on his face. "I don't know that I should tell you."
"Why? I thought there were no secrets between us."
"This is different."
"Come on. We're mates. No secrets? What happened, Bob?"
"I had sex."
Jonathan stopped walking. "Sex; with a girl?" Suddenly all of Jonathan's fantasies involving his friend, Bob, seemed to come into question and would remain for ever unfulfilled dreams.
Slowly, almost reluctantly, Bob turned and replied. "Perhaps I should not have told you that. No; it was with a man."
"A man? What happened?"
"This must remain just between us. God only knows what would happen if my parents found out, or if the Pastor got to know."
Jonathan grinned. "They would all go nuclear! What happened? Was it with your uncle?"
They resumed walking, but now much more slowly.
Bob nodded. "I got to Woodford Green early Friday evening. Martin was out, gone to visit friends. So it was just the Grandparents and I. It was rather boring, lots of questions about school, and what was I going to do when I left school. But I know they love me; and they're good to me, and like to see me. I mustn't complain. "We were eating breakfast next morning when Martin came down and joined us. I've always liked him. In the middle of breakfast the telephone rang. It was some friends of the Grans saying they had some tickets for some show up in town, and would they like to go. We all talked it over and it was agreed that Martin and I could well look after and entertain ourselves.
"They went off to town mid afternoon while Martin and I were watching the rugby international. We sat together on the sofa and there was a certain amount of jumping up and down, and barging into each other. Grandma had left enough food to feed the five thousand, so we began by having some tea, and demolishing most of a sponge cake she had made that morning.
"It was while we were eating that we got talking. 'You've grown a lot, Bob, since I last saw you. You're quite the young man, not the spotty youth with the high pitched voice that I can remember.' 'You've changed too, uncle,' I replied, 'You look about fifty years older.' That made him pounce. I'm ticklish as you know only too well, Jon. We collapsed on the settee, as he tickled and I squirmed, helpless with laughter.
" 'So how are you finding this new life as a young man? I suppose you're into girls?' 'No, I'm not interested. Most of the guys at school are, literally, when they can.' He laughed. 'So you're not deflowering virgins left, right and centre?' 'No, I'm not. I suppose you've got a deflowered virgin in every port: as I presume, in this permissive age, it is no longer a wife in every port?' 'No, I haven't. Not interested in them.' 'Glad to hear that. I don't think the Grans or the Pastor at the church would approve if you had.' Martin laughed. 'I don't think they'd approve of me at all,' he murmured under his breath. 'What do you mean by that?' 'Can you keep a secret, nephew?' 'Of course.' 'There's no, of course, about it. Secrets, worth while secrets, are always hard to keep.' 'Trust me, Martin.' He looked at me for several moments. 'What I'm going to tell you, is just between the two of us. The truth is, Bob, I'm gay!' I think I just looked at him, open mouthed. 'Does it shock you?' 'Shocked in the sense of surprised, yes; shocked in the sense of scandalised, no. I'll keep your secret, Martin.' I looked away. There was a silence. 'You're very thoughtful, Bob. What's on your mind?'
"We sat there talking for about an hour. Then we thought it was time to eat again. We got the meal together, and sat eating it and talking for quite a while. When we had cleared everything away, we sat back on the sofa. 'Want to see a gay DVD?' Martin asked. I nodded. He went upstairs to get it. 'Mustn't leave this hanging around or the old folks will get upset.'
"We sat there watching this DVD. It was really sexy, Jon. Cocks being shown and sucked, cocks shoved up men's arse holes. In no time I'd got a hard on. 'Got a problem?' Martin asked, nodding towards my crotch. I took that as permission to make an adjustment. He also adjusted himself. "Well what do you think. Are you outraged, upset; or want to see the whole of it?' 'See the whole of it,' I replied. Martin put his arm round me, and we snuggled closer. 'I thought you'd enjoy it,' he said. Then he put a hand on my thigh, and then felt my cock."
Jonathan stopped walking, and faced Bob. "You shouldn't be telling me this! You promised Martin that you'd keep it a secret; and here you are blabbing it all out to me."
"Keep your cool, Jon. You know I said we had a long talk." Jonathan nodded.
"Well, it involved you."
"Me?"
"Yes, you. I need to say this, even if it means the absolute end of our friendship, and we are enemies from this day on. I told Martin there was someone I fancied like hell."
"Who?"
"You! You idiot! Why do you think I like to be in the showers next to you at school; even though it means struggle to stop getting a hard on?"
Jonathan stood there, in open mouthed amazement. "I made you get a hard on?"
"Yes. And I go home and have a good wank thinking of what I'd like to do with you. That's the truth even if it means you make your way home and I make mine." Jonathan continued to stand open mouthed.
"Don't stand there gauping! You look like a gold fish in a bowl. Say something?"
"I don't know what to say. I'm gob smacked. I'm the same!"
"I give you a hard on?"
"Many nights I have lain in bed, thinking of you, wishing you were beside me."
"We're a couple of twerps. Why didn't you say, Jon?"
"Why didn't you say?"
"Afraid of rejection, I think."
"To think we've been lusting after each other without the other one knowing. Why didn't we get into doing something more intimate together when we used to wank at the same time?"
"I think that was all competitive. Who could do what quicker, further and so on. Perhaps even in those days we were afraid of the other saying, no. Did your Uncle Martin suggest you speak to me?"
"Yes. We talked it over. I told him how we always seemed to shower together, as well as what we did together years ago. He said speaking to you might mean losing a friend, but it might mean something more."
Jonathan looked up and grinned. "Are you suggesting what I hope you're suggesting."
Robert nodded. "Have you ever done anything with any one else?"
"No. Never wanted to. Only with you."
"So Jon, it's just a matter of finding a time and a place?"
"Yea, and the sooner the better."
"My parents are at work and won't be back until 5.30 at the earliest. We can go back to my place."
"Do we go back, or finish the walk?"
"We're nearly half way round, so let's go on."
"Okay. But tell me all that happened with your uncle Martin."
They continued their walk, but at a faster pace. Robert told Jonathan almost every detail of his time with Martin. When they walked along the top of Dunstable Down they paid little attention to the Bedfordshire plain spread out below them to their left, or the cold wind that was blowing into their faces.
They arrived back at the Fox's home, and took their bicycles round to the back. Robert opened the back door and they immediately entered the warmth of the kitchen.
"Drink, or....?" said Robert raising his eyes towards the ceiling.
"I'm thirsty, so lets take a drink upstairs with us. I can't wait to get my hands on you. My cock's been hard most of the way home."
Robert laughed. "You not the only one." He filled two glasses with squash. "Come on then. Now our dreams can begin to come true." He led the way upstairs and into his bedroom. They put their glasses down, and then stood looking at each other. Neither of them wanted to be the one making the first move, and both were uncertain what that move should be in these circumstances.
They grinned at each other, and then laughed.
"Come on, Jon. All right we start with a kiss?" Robert had enjoyed kissing Martin but taking the plunge and kissing his oldest and best friend was a totally new and unexpected experience.
Jonathan was unsure about it at first. But when he felt Robert's lips against his, his arms clasping him close, and the hardness of a cock pressed against his, he realised he did like this new experience.
Robert realised he must take the lead. "You know what I want to do? I want to undress you, so you stand before me naked, as you've tantalisingly done so many times before in the school showers."
"Okay then. If I can do the same to you."
Robert began by pulling up Jonathan's thick pullover, and taking it off over his head. So they carried on until they were both standing in socks and pants, with their large erections tenting out in front of them.
Robert pulled down Jonathan's pants, and pushed him so that he sat on the edge of the bed. He knelt between Jonathan's legs and immediately took his friend's cock fully into his mouth.
There was a sharp intake of breath from Jonathan, followed by a long deep sigh of pure bliss. "Bob, I'd no idea it would feel like that." He took another deep breath. "Be careful, I'm going to shoot my load." He tried to get away from Bob as he did not want to cum too quickly, but Robert had other ideas, his arms were securely round Jonathan so his friend could not move. A full load shot into Robert's mouth. He continued to suck, and when he thought there was no more, he let Jonathan's cock slip out of his mouth, and looked up smiling. "Enjoy that, Jon?"
"To think what we've been missing all these years. We could have been doing it so often. But I've shot my load so quickly."
"You'll be able to do it again very soon." Robert ran the tip of his tongue up the underside of Jonathan's cock. He only had to do this twice and the cock had resumed its full hardness.
"I want to suck you now, Bob."
"You sure?"
"Of course I'm sure. I've been dreaming of doing it for ages, and now I can." Robert got on to the bed, and lay on his back with his legs open, and his cock standing up hard and proud. Jonathan got between his legs, and holding Robert's cock steady in one hand lowered his mouth over it. He did not have to suck for long before his mouth was being filled with hot cum.
"How's the taste, Jon."
"Good, I shall soon become addicted to it. I shall want a fix at least once a day. That'll be a minimum."
For a while they lay side by side, hands exploring and exchanging kisses. "Did you do anything more with Martin," asked Jonathan.
Robert nodded in reply.
"Did he, you know, ---- fuck you?" That word was totally unacceptable in the both the Fox and the Pridham households, and Jonathan knew it.
Robert nodded again.
"Did you --- him?"
"Yes."
"What was it like?"
"It was wonderful doing it to him, even though he made me put a condom on. Safe sex, and all that! It was rather painful when he went into me, and he did it only the once, as I was rather sore afterwards. But he told me it wouldn't feel so sore after the first few times. Why do you ask?"
"I just wondered. Do you want us to do it?"
"If you are happy with it, yes. But I think we should save that for another day. For now I want another mouthful of your delicious cum."
"I could do with a second helping."
"Okay then. I will lie on my back and you get over me with your cock over my face so I can suck you at the same time."
They soon got into position. Robert reached up and began to feel all around Jonathan's balls and buttocks. Little murmurs of appreciation told him that Jonathan was enjoying what he was doing. His fingers continued to explore, and he gently eased a finger a little way into Jonathan.
"I like what you're doing with your hand," said Jonathan breaking off from sucking for a moment.
They took a little longer this time, Jonathan shot first, and Robert was a couple of minutes after. Again they lay side by side.
"I think I'm going to remember this as a special day, Bob."
"I just regret all the lost opportunities; but we can try to make up for that."
They heard the clock downstairs strike 5.00.
"I must be going, and your folk will soon be back."
"Just time for a quick shower, and it must be quick, or we may be caught."
"Can always say we came back perishing cold from our walk, and needed a warm up."
"I don't think my Mum would approve of the two of us together in the bathroom, even though we shower together at school."
Jonathan was just leaving when Robert's mother returned from work. They told her about their walk, making it seem an afternoon affair, and not a morning one!
That was how things started for Jonathan. For the rest of that school year Robert and Jonathan would take every opportunity to get together 'for some fun' as they called it. Because Robert's parents were out working they were able to get in a quick hour together after school. Once or twice they were nearly caught with their trousers down! Things were easier for them during the school holidays, but the Easter holidays were to bring about a big down for Jonathan.
Future chapters will be published on line soon after the events are supposed to have taken place. Often this will mean about once a month, though there will be times when they are more frequent.
The next chatper will appear just after Easter 2008
Jeff at jeffyrks@hotmail.com