The Service Station

Saul Learns The Ups and Downs of Relationships

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And still our time of confinement drags on and on, but still I guess I am luckier than some. But still I'm spending way too much time in the front of the computer trying to while away the time. I do hope you are enjoying my little gifts, and they make your time a little bit more bearable.

Saul wondered what the etiquette was?

Was it Ok for him to go over to Tad's house daily, and just ask Tad to fuck him?

Or, did that make him look desperate?

Would it be ok if he went over and stood naked on Tad's front lawn, bent over displaying his hole to the house?

Or, was that being too desperate, Saul wondered?

And, let's be serious, Saul thought to himself, of course, he was fuckin' desperate. He was desperate to feel Tad's muscles as they moved under his velvety soft skin as he turned around in bed to look at Saul. To feel the strength in Tad's arms when they lifted Saul up so that Tad could kiss him long and deep. To lay on the bed swapping breathes with each other, true Tad was asleep while Saul inhaled as deeply as he could the breath that escaped Tad's mouth. To watch Tad's eyeballs moving under his closed eyelids, and Saul was desperate to know if Tad was dreaming of him. Did Tad think of them when they were apart? Or, did Tad have someone else that he loved, that he pinned after? Saul wondered despondently.

Was Saul nothing but a pity, fuck? With that thought alone, Saul burst into tears. Did Tad have another love? Did he love Saul at all? Did Tad and his lovers lay in bed after they'd fucked each other stupid, and laughed about Saul, when Tad told the people he really loved to fuck, about how soppy Saul was, to break the sexual tension? Before they fell into each other's arms again. After they'd stopped laughing at Saul, that is and had sex for the fourth or fifth time because they were both fit studs and could keep up with each other and fuck each other's brains out, time and time and time again. Not like when Tad was having sex with Saul who got winded after the first time, they had sex. So much so that they had to wait for at least 45 minutes so that Saul could get his breath back enough even to ask if they could have sex again, then to have to wait a bit longer, well a lot longer really to have sex a second time.

I know, Saul thought, as tears continued to course down his cheeks, I'll get fit! That's what I'll do, Saul thought, as he put down his violin, that he couldn't even remember picking up to practice with in the first place as he dashed the tears off his face angrily. He found his trackie daks, in the very back of his drawer, thinking that the world wasn't quite ready to see his chicken legs, yet. Pulled on his sneakers and headed out the front door. Saul got to the front gate and couldn't decide if he should run up the bit of a hill of his street, to the corner or head down the hill. Saul decided to run down the hill first, as that would be easier to start with, and that way when he got back to the top of the street, he could run down the bit of a hill when he was tired.

Saul hadn't gone more than a couple of house blocks when he could hear someone laughing, and quite loudly at that. Saul looked around, and there was Tad lounging against his front gate, and he was laughing so hard, Saul thought he could see tears running down Tad's face. Saul was stopped in his tracks, not by Tad's laughing, although that was a bit off-putting for Saul. Particularly after what he'd just been thinking about. No, it was Tad's outfit, to Saul it looked as though Tad's top was spray-painted on. Saul could clearly see the outline of Tad's chest and his rock-hard abs. But Saul's eyes didn't stop there, as they travelled down to the very full mound of Tad's genitalia. Saul was sure he could make out Tad's nuts, and he was sure he could see Tad's cock snaking down his leg, even through the very short compression shorts he was wearing. Saul would swear blind he could clearly see the outline of the head of Tad's cock, even from his side of the road.

“What are you doing?” Tad asked when he could finally stop laughing.

“Um, I'm going for a run, umm, just like I, ah, always do,” retorted Saul.

“You? Go running?” Tad asked with an almost mocking expression on his face.

“Yes! Couldn't you tell?” retorted Saul.

“Fuck, mate,” Tad continued, “all that's missing are the string of pearls around your neck and a clutch purse under your arm! The way you're ‘mincing' along, but if you think that's running…” Tad continued as he cocked an eyebrow, “then good luck.”

“For your information,” Saul replied, as he started to flush a bright red, “I happen to run all the time.”

Oh, really,” Tad questioned incredulously, forcing both his eyebrows to rise very high on his forehead.

‘Um, yes, really,” which was the only retort a very hurt Saul could come up with under the circumstances.

“Ok, then. Where do you run to?”

“Oh, um, here, and there,” Saul replied as he waved his hand airily around in front of himself.

Tad, trying very hard not to laugh outright, crossed the street until he was standing in front of Saul. “So, why the sudden interest in running?”

“It's not sudden at all!” Saul stated indignantly, “I've already told you that I do it all the time, and besides,” Saul continued as he started to get a bit flustered, standing so close to a nearly naked Tad, “I know I'm probably nothing but a joke to you and whoever you're having sex with…”

“Wait a minute,” Tad broke in, “who said I was having sex with anyone?” Tad asked incredulously.

“Well, I just know…”

“Oh,” Tad retorted, “you just know, do you?” As he folded his arms over his chest. Saul almost melted on the spot as he watched the muscles in Tad's arms flex and relax as Tad crossed his arms. Saul couldn't help himself, as he expressed a little bit of wee as he looked at Tad's biceps as they balled up nicely under Tad's skin, and imagined being held by those strong arms once again, and Saul almost went weak at the knees.

“Well look at you,” Saul flung back at Tad, “with a body like that your probably fuckin' a lot of people, at the Gym, and who knows where ever else it is you go…” Saul continued waving his hands around in the air for the second time.

“Now hang on a minute,” Tad tried to break in once again, but Saul had up quite a head of steam by now, and there was no stopping him. “And you probably laugh at poor Saul who takes so long to recover after cumming just once. While you and whoever else it is, you're really fucking can do it six or seven, or, I don't know twenty times in a night…”

Tad pulled back from Saul with his mouth gaping open, “mate, I'm flattered, I think, that you think that I can fuck anyone twenty times in a night…” Saul continued with anxiety, etched deeply all over his face. “And why not, what with all the time you spend at the Gym.”

“Come with me,” Tad said as he grabbed Saul by the lower arm, and began towing Saul back to his place.

“What do you think you're doing,” Saul asked indignantly, “let go of me, I'm going for a run…” Saul continued as he tried, unsuccessfully to break free from Tad's grip on his arm.
“Trust me,” Tad interjected, “what it was you were doing it, it certainly wasn't running…”

“Oh, so I'm an embarrassment to you now. Am I?” Saul asked indignantly, not realising that his voice had risen an octave or two.

But, much to Tad's relief, they had reached the front door to his house, where he pushed, as much as he ushered Saul inside.

“Now you listen to me, Mr ‘I-Have-Too-Much-Muscle-For-My-Own-Good'…” Saul said as he wobbled his head at Troy, but what else he was about to say was prevent from coming out of his mouth, as it was suddenly full of Tad's tongue. “Why did you do that,” Saul asked a little miffed when Tad finally broke the kiss off.

“Because, you wouldn't let me get a word in edgewise, and I thought you might pass out if you didn't take a breath. Believe me; I didn't want to have to give you mouth to mouth resuscitation. Well, not standing at my own front door anyways.”

By now they had reached Tad's room and the only time that Saul realised it was when he heard Tad's bedroom door close behind him. “What…” Saul started, but whatever else he was going to say died on his lips as Tad's clothes just seemed to melt off his body.

“You were saying,” Tad asked.

“Um…I, um..., I was just saying...” Saul tried to continue but found he couldn't get his thoughts under control.

“Yes?” Tad asked him.

“Um…I…well,” for some reason Saul, the young man who could rattle of whole pages of music to literally hundreds, if not thousands of pieces of music. Suddenly seemed not only to lose the power to think but appeared to lose the power of speech as well.

“I'd ask you if my butt looks big in this, but…, well, I seem to have lost my clothes somewhere.” Tad continued as he turned and showed Saul his naked butt, as he watched Saul's' eyes grow to the size of saucers, as Troy ran his hands over the curve of his meaty arse mounds. Tad smiled as he noticed Saul's lips pop open to form an almost perfect ‘O', “now I'm just wondering if, maybe, my butt just looks big, because it is,” he continued with his arms held out wide as he looked down his naked body as he kicked his runners off and stepping out of his compression shorts. “Oh, I don't know,” he continued, “what about now?” Tad asked, “does my butt look too big now,” as he slowly turned around and grabbing the meaty mounds of his arse cheeks and pulling them apart, he bent over at the waist. Consequently, Saul could clearly see Tad's hole, which Tad made wink at Saul.

Finally, it was all too much for poor Saul. He dropped to his knees and grabbing Tad by his upper thighs; Saul forced his face between Tad's spread arse cheeks as he strove to drill his tongue as deep into Tad's hole as he possibly could. Tad let out a grunt of laughter, as he had to take a steadying half step forwards to stop himself from falling flat on his face. While Saul continued to lick and suck at Tad's hole, Tad relaxed his sphincter as much as he could to encourage Saul to drill his tongue in even deeper, not that Saul needed too much encouragement. Particularly at the moment, which Tad was enjoying immensely, that is until reluctantly Tad grabbed Saul by the hair and pulled Saul out his arse. Which he eventually managed to do as Saul's face came away from Tad's arse with a wet squelching popping sound.

Saul stood up and began pulling at his clothes. Tad stood and watched him for a little bit, “what are you doing?” Tad asked, very bemused at Saul's antics.

“I'm trying,” Saul grunted and groaned, as he continued to push and pull at his clothes, “to get my clothes off so we can have sex,” by now Tad was laughing his head off.

“Hang on,” Tad said, as he wiped the tears of laughter off his face. Tad told Saul to take a breath, but Saul continued to thrash around regardless.

In the end, Tad stepped over to Saul and enveloped him into a bear hug, ‘cause he thought Saul was going to hurt himself the way he was going. “Look,” Tad said, “it's easy,” he continued as he grabbed the hem of Saul's T-shirt, and pulled it up and over Saul's head.

“Oh,” was all Saul could think to say, as Tad extradited him from his T-shirt, then Saul instantly went back pulling at his trackie daks.

“Again,” Tad started, “it's easy, “all you have to do is undo this big bow at the front of your trackie daks,” Tad said as he demonstrated by undoing the bow. “Then all you have to do is push them down,” Tad said, once again, as he demonstrated, as he hooked his thumbs inside the waistband of Saul's trackie daks, and having the forethought to snag the waistband of Saul's boxers as well. Tad squatted as he pushed them both down Saul's legs until they came to rest on top Saul's feet. “Easy there, big guy,” Tad said as Saul's cock sprung free off the minor containment of Saul's trackie daks and boxers. “You might do someone a mischief with that if you're not careful,” while Saul revelled in the feel of Tad's hot breath as it played over his skin, particularly his cock, as Tad squatted in front of him.

Tad reached up and grabbed hold of Saul's cock; he kissed the tip of Saul's cock before he drove his tongue as deep into Saul's piss slit as he could get it.

“Oh, fuck,” was all Saul could think to say, as he felt Tad's tongue forcing its way into his piss slit, Saul grabbed the back of Tad's head holding it in place as he closed his eyes in ecstasy. Tad broke free from Saul's grip easily, as he removed his tongue from Saul's piss slit. Then with Saul holding the top of Tad's head for balance, Saul lifted first one foot then the other so that Tad could remove his sneakers, socks, trackie daks, and boxers.

Then having finally divested Saul of his clothing Tad, stood up and pulled Saul into another bear hug as his tongue explored the confines of Saul's mouth.

“Now listen here, Mister, just because…,” Saul began, but Saul didn't get to finish what he was going to say, as Tad scooped Saul up in his arms, Saul let out a very surprised ‘O' as Tad carried Saul over to his bed. Where, unceremoniously, Tad dumped Saul causing Saul to bounce a little on Tad's bed. Before Saul had a chance to recover, Tad leapt on top of Saul, and once again stuffed his tongue deep into Saul's mouth. Because Tad's arms and legs were on both sides of Saul, Tad was able to self-support most of his own weight on the bed, their chests weren't touching as Tad was holding himself up of Saul's chest so that he could kiss Saul more easily. But their lower abdomens were touching, and their erect cocks were sandwiched between them.

Tad broke off their kiss and lifted his upper body even higher by straightening his arms that much more, as he looked longingly into Saul's eyes. Saul tried to initiate a kiss with Tad, but he couldn't raise his head high enough off the bed, “hey! No fair” was all Saul could say, petulantly, as Tad gave a very throaty breathy chuckle. As, once again, Tad dive-bombed Saul as he kissed Saul's eyes, each in their turn, the tip of Saul's nose, and just when Saul had his hopes up that Tad was finally going to kiss him again. Tad just gave little pecks of kisses to Saul's upper and lower lips, and still, Tad continued to move south. Kissing Saul's chin in passing, and much to Saul's frustration, Tad moved lower as he kissed Saul's neck. The hollow at the base of Saul's throat created by the dip of the top of Saul's ribcage, as Tad continued to move slowly down Saul's body, leaving little kisses, on Saul's skin, in his wake. As Tad continued to move slowly down Saul's body, both boys' cocks were being dragged down as well.

Tad stopped at each of Saul's paps in turn alternately nibbling, licking, and sucking them until they became rock-hard under Tad's ministrations. They also became extremely tight centres of a mixture of pleasure and pain for Saul, who was both extremely relieved and disappointed when Tad continued on his way down Saul's body. Saul could feel on his skin a wet trail, almost like he imagined a snail's trail would feel like, where Tad had stopped to kiss, lick, or suck Saul's skin. So, in some way, it was almost like a road map of where Tad had been, with ‘special' places marked out by the intense pleasure of those particular places that Tad had spent prolonged periods at.

When Tad's cock finally broke free of Saul's body, after Tad had dragged it over Saul's pubic bush and mound, it butted, even though it was only momentarily, up into Saul's groin. Saul felt a brief flutter of anticipation that Tad was finally going to fuck his aching arse, but it wasn't to be, as Tad's cock moved down Saul's leg, leaking pre-cum as it went. While Tad's mouth continued its journey down Saul's abdomen, while all Saul could do was lay there and groan from the mounting sexual tension he was feeling.

Seemingly oblivious to Saul's plight, Tad continued down Saul's legs until his own feet fell free from the edge of his mattress. Tad pulled his knees up until his feet were back on the mattress, which naturally caused him to raise his arse up into the air. When Saul looked down the bed, in the odd moment, that he felt he could open his eyes; he drank insight of Tad's arse as it was stuck up in the air. Saul could see the two dimples at the base of Tad's spine, as Tad continued to raise his arse in the air. Saul discovered that by moving his head from side to side, he could just make out the dimples in Tad's arse cheeks. Saul watched, mesmerised as the dimples seemed to grow deeper as they appeared to be pulled out of shape. Suddenly, Saul was struck by the thought that now Tad's hole had to be on display for anyone to see. Saul felt it was such a shame that the sight was going unnoticed, until, that is, he felt Tad taking tiny nips at his inner thighs. Belatedly, Saul thought to grab Tad by the hair so that he could drag Tad up for a kiss, but now Tad was too far away.

But at that same moment, Tad put his hands behind Saul's knees, and as he lifted Saul's legs, Tad pushed them up onto Saul's torso, thereby exposing Saul's hole to the whole world. As Saul could feel Tad's hot breath on his now, fully exposed hole, again Saul lost the ability to think of anything else, as he felt Tad take his first very wet sloppy lick of Saul's hole. From that moment on, all Saul could think about was his hole and what Tad's tongue was doing to it. Tad, holding Saul's legs in place, by placing his forearms on them, which left his hands free so that he could prise Saul's arse lips apart with his fingers, while he took little nips at Saul's arse lips before he drove his tongue as deep into Saul's aching hole as he could get it.

Saul thought he was in heaven as he felt Tad drilling his tongue into Saul's hole. Saul moaned at the pleasurable feelings that were emanating from his hole. Saul marvelled at just what Troy was doing to his hole and praying fervently that Troy'd just fuck him, just once, that was all Saul wanted, was to feel Troy's mammoth cock forcing its way deep inside Saul's arse. But for now, he'd content himself with Troy drilling his hole and riming it out. Troy, meanwhile was enjoying himself immensely, Troy could feel Saul's moans of pleasure as they vibrated down inside Saul. Troy could almost feel Saul's hole vibrating with the pleasure Troy's tongue seemed to be imparting to Saul, if the vibrating Troy could feel was anything to go by. Growing tired and wanting a change, Troy left Saul's hole and made his slow way up Saul's perineum until he encountered the base of Saul's ball bag.

Turning into a vacuum, Troy hoovered Saul's nuts into his mouth one at a time and gave them both a tongue bath, that almost sent Saul over the edge, but again, all too soon, Troy stopped what he was doing. Troy moved up until he encountered the base of Saul's cock and in long, languid strokes, Troy licked his way up Saul's cock, until his tongue encountered the underside of the head of Saul's cock. Moving himself up slightly, Troy engulfed the head of Saul's cock as his tongue swirled around the head of Saul's cock, licking up all the pre-cum that Saul's cock was now leaking by the bucket load. Moving up again slightly, Troy drove his tongue into Saul's piss slit, and Saul almost shot his load of cum on the spot but managed to stop himself. But it was very hard with all that Troy was doing, Saul was torn, he wanted to tell Troy to stop so that Saul could try and cum at the same time as Troy, but the sensations emanating from his cock was almost making that impossible.

Troy finally let Saul's cock head go, and Saul heard the wet squelching sound as it hit his lower abdomen. Saul couldn't help feeling disappointed when he felt his cock being set free of Troy's mouth, but Troy was now working his way back up Saul's body, and suddenly Saul was overcome with the need to kiss Troy. As long and as deep as he possibly could, and it was while he was thinking about that that Saul missed the sensation of Troy's cock trying to find Saul's hole. That is until, Troy's cock found the entrance to Saul's hole and Saul finally registered what was happening when the head of Troy's cock overcame Saul's sphincter and lodged itself just inside Saul's hole, and there it waited.

Troy had finally reached Saul's face again, and as they locked lips and kissed, and as Saul's mouth opened up to Troy, Troy pushed the rest of his cock all the way into Saul's aching hole and didn't stop until Troy's nuts hit Saul's perineum. Saul sighed with desire, as he felt Troy's cock bury its full length inside his arsehole, and there it waited as Troy and Saul played tonsil hockey for a while. Saul had come up for air twice as he looked deep into Troy's eyes before he felt Troy very slowly removing his cock from the confines of Saul's arse, but only until he could feel Saul's sphincter closing just under the head of Troy's cock. Saul's sphincter was now effectively holding Troy's cock in place, almost as if it didn't want to let Troy's cock go.

But, naturally, it didn't stay as Troy once again applied pressure to his cock and once again the shaft of his cock forced Saul's sphincter open that much more to make room for itself, as it made its slow progress up inside Saul's hole. Troy teased Saul and his hole by repeating the action time and time again, and even though Troy's cock was pushing against Saul's prostrate, that wasn't enough to push Saul over the edge. And because Troy was laying on top of it, Saul could not reach his cock, nor could Saul squirm enough to cause friction on his cock, as he was held in place by the weight of Troy laying almost fully on top of him, as well as Troy's cock up Saul's arse was helping hold Saul in place.

When they eventually broke off a kiss, Saul told Troy that he was a bastard, but didn't get to say anything more as Troy's mouth, once again bore down and lip-locked with Saul once again. So, Saul was feeling very conflicted, he was incredibly frustrated that he couldn't make himself cum, but he was loving the sensation of having Troy's cock sliding in and out of his arse. Saul doubled his efforts to try and get some more friction on his throbbing cock, but Troy countered by pushing down onto Saul's pelvis, which prevented Saul's cock from moving at all. As there was absolutely nothing Saul could do about Troy's cock in his arse, as it slid infinitely slowly in and out of Saul's arse, again Saul was very conflicted. When Troy's cock was buried deep in his arse, Saul wanted it out, but when Troy's cock was hanging out of his arse hole and was just being held in place by the head of Troy's cock, Saul wanted it back inside him. Saul didn't know what he was going to do, he wanted to protest, but Troy kept kissing him, and Saul just managed to draw enough breath in between kisses to kiss Troy yet again.

Saul became so desperate that he thought he was going to scream, in desperation, he grabbed Troy by his ears and lifted Troy's head of his own, and lay there panting. “Problem,” was all Troy said with a wicked smile on his face, as once again he slid his cock almost completely out of Saul's arse hole.

“Yes,” Saul panted, as he felt Troy slowly pushing his cock back inside Saul's poop chute, “that,” Saul exclaimed, as once again he felt Troy very slowly pulling his cock back out of Saul's poop chute. “You,” Saul panted, as once again, he could feel Troy's cock being pushed back inside his arse, “bastard!” Saul exclaimed. “Either fuck, me or don't…” Saul started to say when he suddenly knew, in a flash of clarity, just what Troy would do if he'd finished that thought, “but if you pull out of me altogether, then I'm going to fucken bite your cock off.” Troy just laughed as he slowly pulled his cock out of Saul's arse. The base of Troy's cock head hadn't even hit the inside of Saul's sphincter, and Saul bellowed, as his cock shot a load of cum between them. Troy quickly grabbed his pillow and put it over Saul's face, as he didn't know if anyone else was home, and at the very same time, Troy pushed his cock all the way back into Saul's arse. Troy then allowed the contractions of Saul's arse massage his own cock and was rewarded when he felt his own cock spasm as it shot its own load of cum deep inside Saul's bowels. Troy also buried his face in the pillow to muffle his own yells of ecstasy, and when both boys finally came down from their respective highs, they rolled onto their sides. After Saul swivelled around on Troy's cock, while it was still buried deep inside his arse, both boys could lay there still with Troy's cock buried deep within Saul's arse.

Both boys laid there, side by side as they both caught their breath, staring into each other's eyes, and when he'd finally got his breath back, Saul told Troy that was amazing, that it was the best fuck he'd ever had. Troy laughed at him quietly and agreed with him, as both boys drifted off to sleep, as Troy's cock finally fell out of Saul's arse.

Saul came to first, and very carefully, so as not to disturb Troy, Saul moved down the bed until he came to Troy's cock, and Saul watch as it lay across Troy's leg and the tip of Troy's cock just hung off the side of Troy's leg. Saul moved in and breathed in deeply of the aroma of Troy's cock, mixed with Troy's cum, and Saul's arse juices and Saul thought it was the most intoxication smell in the world, as he gingerly reached out his tongue and took a tentative lick of the head of Troy's cock. Saul laid there and continued to take tentative licks of Troy's cock, but sensing that Troy was still asleep, he grew bolder, and very gently took the head of Troy's cock into his mouth, and holding it just by his lips. Saul very gently continued to take little licks of the head of Troy's cock, and Saul marvelled in taste sensations he was experiencing. Then forgetting that Troy was still asleep, Saul moved further down the bed, and sucked more of Troy's cock into his mouth, as his tongue licked the juices out of the creases of Troy's cock.

Naturally, with Saul sucking and licking on his cock, no matter how gentle Saul thought he was being, Troy's cock began to respond, and thicken and grow, as Saul sucked more and more of it into his mouth. As his cock came to life, of course, it roused Troy as well, as Saul kept sucking more and more of Troy's cock into his mouth, Troy rolled onto his back and opened his legs giving Saul better access to his whole cock. Saul eventually swallowed Troy's cock right down to the root burying his nose deep into Troy's pubes, so now, not only did Saul have the delicious flavours of Troy's used cock, but now he also had the heady aroma of Troy's scent and sweat. Saul stayed there with his nose buried in Troy's pubes, until that is, Saul needed to take a breath. Then he had to pull back off Troy's cock enough so that he could breathe around it, and as Saul inhaled through his nose, he was hit with the heady aroma of Troy's sweat and muskiness.

Until that is, Saul had had enough, well, to be honest, Saul could never get enough of Troy's cock, not now that he'd got used to the taste, smell, and length of Troy's cock, particularly as it slid down Saul's throat. Saul let Troy's cock fall out of his mouth, as he moved down and began to lick and suck at Troy's anus, and forced his tongue as deep into Troy's hole as he could get it, and Troy relaxed his sphincter as much as he could to allow Saul's tongue better access. Saul licked and sucked at Troy's hole for all he was worth until he couldn't stand it any longer, Saul just felt he had to have Troy's cock inside him yet again. Saul decided at the beginning of their ‘relationship' that he really didn't like to fuck Troy, but that he loved being fucked by him. So, leaving Troy's hole behind him, Saul moved up and grabbing hold of Troy's cock, Saul guided it into his own aching arse as he sat back onto
Troy's cock. Then when he felt Troy's pubes brushing his arse, slowly Saul began to milk Troy's cock, but his need to feel Troy's cock shooting its load of cum deep inside Saul's arse overcame Saul, and he picked up the pace. Until he felt Troy's cock begin to buck inside his arse, milliseconds before Troy gave voice to his climax, which was enough to send Saul over the edge once again and he shot his load of cum all over Troy's chest.

Saul collapsed onto Troy's chest, and both boys laid there panting once again in each other arms, and once again they rolled onto their side, but his time it pulled Troy's cock out of Saul's arse. Once again, both boys drifted off into a light doze.

Troy came to first as he heard someone else moving around in the house, he very quietly woke Saul, who tried, instantly to kiss him, but Troy held him down and whispered that someone else was home. Both boys got off the bed and got dressed; Saul helped Troy pull his bed back into some semblance of order, and when they'd finished. Troy pulled Saul into a bear hug and buried his tongue deep into Saul's throat. They broke apart, and with Saul panting from the contact, they left Troy's room, but not holding hands, which Saul thought was unfortunate. Troy said goodbye to Saul on the front stoop and watched Saul as he walked down the front path and crossed the road, and with a final wave, Saul headed home.

Troy was about to turn and go back to his room when he felt more than heard his mother standing behind him, “It's good that you two are getting on. I was beginning to worry about that boy. He doesn't appear to have any friends, and with all that practice he does on the violin can't be good for the boy…”

“Oh, mum,” Troy broke in, “you wouldn't say that if you'd ever heard him play, he's a very gifted musician,” and a great fuck, Troy added mentally.

“Well, I'm just glad he has a friend in the neighbourhood,” Troy's mother continued, “as I'm sure his mother is too.”

“Oh, mum,” Troy gently chided her.

“No, Saul's mother and I run into each other from time to time, and that was always her concern. There's more to life than music, or working out,” Troy's mother added as she ruffled the hair at the back of Troy's hair. “Oooh,” she said.

“What's wrong,” Troy asked as he watched his mother holding her finger to her nose and sniffing.

“You need to have a shower; I think my boy,” Troy's mother said as she wrinkled her nose as she left Troy standing at the door, as she turned and disappeared inside the house while Troy closed the door and went back to his room.