The Secret Catamite Bk 1, The Book of Daniel (25 page)

Daniel shifted his things along
his desk to make room for Simon to work on the end, sitting on a
stool. The two boys worked on, in unspoken unity, Daniel with his
geography and science, Simon with Latin and French translation and
maths.

"Can I borrow your French
dictionary?"

"What word?" said Daniel.

"That one," Simon pointed.

Daniel looked across. "Jusqu'à.
It means 'up to' or 'until'." Daniel read the French sentence.
"Best there would be, 'as far as'."

They worked on. Daniel finished
to see Simon working on his maths. But he was stopped, looking
blankly at the page.

"You stuck?"

Simon nodded. "Can you help me?"
Daniel knew that Simon found mathematics hard, ever since he had
helped him get ready for the eleven plus. Patiently he sat and
talked Simon through the problems, trying to show him the
reasoning, not just do it for him. It was done, and with relief,
Simon put his books in his satchel.

"Thanks, Daniel. I'd be lost
without you."

"Me too, without you. That's
school, now it's our time,"

They lay on the bed, holding and
kissing, feeling each other.

"You're ready, aren't you," said
Daniel, smiling.

"So are you," replied Simon,
starting to undo Daniel's jeans.

"Wait," said Daniel, and gently
moved Simon onto his back, lying face up. Slowly, Daniel unbuttoned
Simons' white shirt, and pulling it out of his jeans, pushed it
aside, and stroked Simon's chest and tummy. Simon sighed at the
touch.

"What do you want me to do?"
asked Simon.

"Nothing. I've been thinking
about undressing you like this for ages, ever since your first day
at Henrys when I was the one to debag you. Just lie still."

Simon lay still, content to hand
over control and responsibility to Daniel. Daniel removed Simon's
socks and then ran his hands up Simon's jeans, teasing his
hardness, but carrying on to Simon's shoulders, kissing him again.
He then eased Simon's arms out of his shirt, and lifting Simon
slightly, pulled the shirt away. Daniel smiled at Simon's erotic
response to this caressing. He moved his hand down Simon's tummy,
sliding under the jeans to the warmth of Simon's groin. Simon
stirred, his eyes meeting Daniel's in mutual sensuality. Daniel
undid the jeans and slid them and his pants past Simon's bottom,
Simon's eyes closed in ecstasy as Daniel's hands guided his clothes
over his buttocks and down his thighs, legs and off his feet.

Daniel, still fully dressed,
stood up and looked at his friend, lying nude on the bed and now
very aroused. Daniel again felt that satisfaction he gained when
Simon surrendered control to him. A sense of power certainly, but
also a strong feeling toward Simon. He wanted to protect Simon,
look after him, make everything right for him. He felt Simon's
unhappiness and it made him unhappy. Conversely, when Simon was
happy - and Daniel knew he was a major source of happiness to Simon
– then he was happy too.

Simon looked up from the bed at
Daniel, standing, smiling down at him. Simon as always felt
overawed by Daniel's physical presence and yet in no way
intimidated. As he had for many years now, he trusted Daniel
implicitly and was ready, wanting, to please him; in this, at
scouts, at school, on the running track.

"Your body is just super," said
Daniel.

"Mine? What about yours? It's
fabulous."

"It's all that running, you're
really fit now."

"Then it's all that swimming.
But you've always been super fit."

"That's true," said Daniel in a
matter of fact way. "You feeling better now, after the shouting and
all that?"

Simon nodded. "I feel really
good now."

Daniel quickly undressed and lay
next to Simon. "Did you like that, me undressing you?"

"I loved it."

"So I can do it again?"

"Yes. Every time." Simon thrust
his hand down to Daniel's groin, stroking his scrotum, aware of the
potency within. He knew Daniel liked that.

Daniel squeezed Simon tightly.
"Let's get in." They climbed into the bed, already warmed by their
body heat. They kissed and hugged, enjoying each other, admiring
the other's body, but the older, bigger Daniel dominant. Then Simon
was lying on his front, Daniel running his hands up and down him.
Simon felt Daniel lie on top, felt the shaft of his arousal, hard
and male, pushing down between his thighs. Simon didn't move,
wondering what Daniel was going to do. Daniel was moving himself
against Simon's groin, holding his shoulders, kissing his neck.

Then Daniel stopped. "This
doesn't feel right," he said.

"Are you going to stick it in?"
asked Simon, nervously.

"You mean fuck you?" said
Daniel, surprise in his voice. Simon, still on his front with
Daniel poised above him, nodded. Daniel pulled Simon over onto his
back, now facing Daniel. His face was serious.

"Simon, I wasn't going do that
to you. You’re my best friend. Why did you think that I would? You
trust me don't you?"

Simon was relieved but felt a
bit ashamed that he had misjudged Daniel, after all these years. He
felt tears coming, but fought them back.

"Course I do. More than anybody,
ever. It's just that when you said it didn't feel right, I thought
you wanted more."

"Would you have let me?"

"I think so, I think I want you
to. It’s just I’m not sure."

"Oh, you are an idiot. Did you
like it when I was between your legs?"

"Yes, that was good. It's like
you were sort of extra close to me."

"Well, when I said it doesn't
feel right, I meant that that it was wrong for you. It was all me.
I felt like you were being used and that made me feel horrible
inside."

"It's OK," said Simon.

"No it's not," said Daniel
firmly. "You are a wonderful kid, with a super body too. You're the
best friend I've ever had and ever will have. I know I'm two years
older than you but that just means I have look after you, not be a
bully."

"Daniel, you could never be a
bully. You stand up to bullies, like Fielding. I wish I could."

"You can. Remember Barry
Spence?"

"Oh yes," said Simon, pleased.
He tapped his chest twice. "Coz you were there."

Daniel smiled. "You’ve had no
real problems like that at Henrys, have you?"

"No," conceded Simon.

"So there you are." Daniel gave
Simon a squeeze. Both boys' arousal had faded during this
discussion, but quickly returned.

"Try again if you want, but this
way," said Simon. "I did like the closeness. And if you want to put
it in, you can."

"Maybe later, when you're ready
and feel absolutely sure." Daniel put his arms round Simon, lying
beneath him. Simon felt enveloped by the male power and strength of
Daniel, yet safe as always, his desperate inner insecurity assuaged
by Daniel's strong, warm, masculine presence. They kissed again as
Daniel placed himself between Simon's thighs.

"No, keep your legs together,"
Daniel said, as he moved up and down, the two now holding each
other, pulling closer. Simon knew Daniel well enough to know when
he was getting close and squeezed his legs more and moved his body
to help, which served to bring him close too. Then Daniel buried
his head on Simon's shoulder, his body shuddering and arching as
Simon felt against his groin the thrusting pulses of Daniel's
climax, instantly transporting Simon to the same heights of
orgasm.

For a moment they just lay,
recovering. Daniel lifted his head and kissed Simon gently. "We
came off together. Brilliant.

“
Fire! fire!
fire down below;

Fetch a bucket of water, boys,
There's fire down below! "

Daniel pushed the bedclothes
back and rolled off Simon, reaching down for a box of Kleenex for
Men next to the bed.

"Here, let me clean you up,"
said Daniel. "You've got mine as well as yours. 'Stays strong when
wet', they say. I bet this is what they really mean."

Simon let Daniel wipe him clean
with the tissues, his tummy and between his legs.

"Some of mine's on the sheet.
Wait a minute." Daniel got up with the tissues he had used and went
into the bathroom, flushing the tissues away. He came back with a
towel which he put on the sheet and the two lay on that.

"We'll use a towel or something
next time," said Daniel, pulling the bedcovers over them. Simon
snuggled up to Daniel, resting his head on Daniel's shoulder.

"What about your Mum?" asked
Simon. "The extra towel, I mean."

"Oh, she's always saying I don't
change my towel often enough. That'll be OK."

They lay together in silence for
a few moments.

Then Simon spoke. "Is it
wrong?"

"What?"

"Us. Like this. Sex."

"Does it feel wrong to you?"

"No. The opposite. Sex with you
feels so right. It's fantastic. But just coz it feels right – does
it mean it is right?"

"Oh, we both know that lots of
people anyway would think it's wrong, but I don't care about them.
I care about us."

"Doesn't it say in the Bible
it's wrong?" persisted Simon.

"It says lots of things in the
Bible, some of it's well out of date. Look, God gave us our bodies.
He gave us sex. So it can't be wrong to enjoy it."

"But sex is supposed to be for
having children. We can't have children."

"Speak for yourself. I will when
I'm grown up. I bet you do. I'm going to have two boys and two
girls. And I bet God doesn't want us to be having kids at our age,
but we've still got sex. So let's enjoy it while we're young.
Having kids is for later, if we're all still here, so we'll still
be doing what God wants."

"I suppose you're right."

"Course I am," said Daniel. He
leaned over and kissed Simon. Simon felt Daniel's lips against his
and all doubt was swept away.

"We're only young once," said
Simon, "and the bomb might drop tomorrow." He turned and pulled
Daniel down onto him and kissed him again, his hands in Daniel's
hair, sliding over Daniel's back, following the smooth contours of
his fit body. It had been a marvellous evening after all. That
night Simon dreamt of Daniel as he had seen him, playing cricket at
school, the sunlight on his cricket whites making him seem like a
vision from heaven.

1. 1958/7 Defining the
   roles
   

Both boys were now involved in
and supporting each other in their sporting activity, Daniel of
course mainly for swimming and for Simon, running. Whether it was
the physical training or natural maturation and growth, or more
likely a combination, each noted and took delight in the way each
other became more muscular, filled out and of course the growth of
underarm and pubic hair. This transition towards manhood was a
journey they made together, inevitably with Daniel some two years
ahead with Simon approaching twelve and Daniel towards fourteen,
but this also helped Simon become aware of his own progress, by
watching and learning from Daniel's experience.

Simon grew in confidence,
boosted by Daniel's regard for him, and the success he gained as a
runner added to this. His talent was recognised as a short
sprinter, the ability to accelerate quickly and maintain high speed
over short distance gave him success, especially at 100 yards
events, where he first represented his house year at school, and
then Hooray Henrys in local interschool events. Longer distance,
and especially cross country running, a favourite at Henrys, was
anathema to him. The smaller and lighter Peter Holman did well at
this, and would encourage Simon when his body wanted to stop on the
compulsory cross country runs, which sometimes included the local
sewage works, often at the expense of Peter's own placing.

Such was the boys' increasing
fitness and growth that the once hour-long bike ride to the
aerodrome hill was now accomplished in forty minutes or so. Having
found a place where they felt safe, adders apart (and they never
saw another one), they stayed with it, and the aircraft provided
both a reason and some entertainment from their vantage point.

Lying in the long grass on a
warm, sunny July day, they were relaxing in the familiar comfort of
each other. As arousal took hold of both of them, Daniel surprised
Simon.

"Simon, why don't you go on
top?"

"Don't you mind? You sure?"
asked Simon, uncertainly.

"Yeah, come on. Try it," replied
Daniel, turning face up and drawing Simon to him. So Simon did.
Pushing himself in to the warmth of Daniel's loins, he found it
arousing but within he was in some way uncomfortable. He found the
same when they kissed, with Daniel beneath him, and also the
friction was starting to hurt him, so after a while he just
stopped.

"What the matter?" asked Daniel
gently, holding him.

"It's not right," Simon said,
easing himself off, lying next to Daniel. His insecurity returned
and he felt unsettled. Daniel moved so they were on their sides,
facing each other, a more familiar situation for Simon.

"Why not? There's no rule that
says it has to be me on top," said Daniel, stroking Simon's short
hair.

"Well, you’re older than
me."

"So what? We're friends, aren't
we? It doesn't matter who's older or younger."

"It just didn't feel right, me
on you. I mean, you've always been ahead of me. At school, scouts
as well as this."

"Now you're being an idiot.
That's only coz I'm older. You're just as good as me. You're as fit
as me. Look at you." With that, Daniel pushed Simon slowly onto his
back and ran his hands over his friend. "No, I mean I want you to
look at your body."

Simon lifted his head and
looked, following Daniel's hand as it brushed over his skin in a
light, sensuous touch.

"I think your body is
beautiful," said Daniel, "you're fit as hell, easily as fit as me
now, your cock's as big as mine already, so you've nothing to be
ashamed of."