American Dream

An American Dream. Chapter 6. Show Time.

Disclaimer: The following story is a work of fiction depicting a sexual relationship between two teen boys. If you are under the age of 18 or do not approve of gay sex, or the subject matter is not legal in the area you reside, please do not read further. The author welcomes constructive criticisms. As usual all flames will be ignored...Please direct your comments to

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Copyright Notice: This story is copyright by the author November, 2001. You may distribute or copy this story however you like. PROVIDED that this copyright notice remains intact.

A special thank you goes out to my good friend 'David' and 'Kit' for their help, without whom this story would be a lot harder and less pleasurable to read.

I felt Dave move and get out of bed. I could hear him grumbling. I was so tired I just couldn't open my eyes. I could hear voices in the background. They got nearer to the bed, but I couldn't make out what was being said or who the voices belonged to. I felt the bed move, and as I turned over, he kissed me. It was a small kiss, more of a peck actually. But I loved it, as always. I pulled him back for another and he kissed me again. More than a peck this time.

"David, leave him alone and let him sleep."

My eyes shot open at the sound of Dave's mom. What was she doing IN the room?!

"Oh hi, Jackie," I said, trying to sound casual, but going beet red

"Morning, sleepy head," she said with a smile. Whew, she didn't seem bothered by the kiss.

"Mum wants us to get up and have breakfast, then help her pick a show for us to go to tonight." Dave said.

I sat up with a groan, and Dave's mom gave me a look as I realised I was naked from the waist up; she probably knew I was naked down below too.

"K." Was all I said.

She gave and me another smile and said, "Don't be long, guys!"

"O/k," we replied together. She left.

With having had showers the night before, all we needed was to splash some water on our faces, clean our teeth, and get dressed. As we headed down in the elevator Dave turned to look me straight in the eyes, "Last night was fantastic, J..."

"It was, wasn't it!"

There were only the two of us in the elevator, so I kissed him.

"I do love you, Dave."

We broke apart as it came to a standstill.

"I love you too, J."

We stepped out, then walked along the corridor to the breakfast room and over to Dave's mom. I don't know why but we were extremely hungry. Wouldn't have any thing to do with last night, would it? Snigger between closed hands.

We helped ourselves to the buffet, his mom looked on as we stuffed our faces.

"Where we going to get the tickets from, mum?"

"There's a shop that sells them, we'll get a taxi when you two have finished."

"O/k, Mum."

"Are you alright, Jordan?" Dave's mom asked.

I looked at Dave then his mom.

"Yeah fine thanks, how are you? Why do you ask?"

"Good, good, just asking."

I noticed that Dave was smiling at us.

"What are you smiling at?" I said.

"You two, that's what. You look like old friends, somehow."

We both beamed, and his Mom then said, "We are, aren't we, Jordan?"

"Yep we sure are, Jackie."

We all broke out laughing at that.

"David's Dad told me to look how good you are for each other and I must agree with him. You look like you could be brothers."

"That I like," I said.

We got the taxi to the ticket shop. Dave's mom asked the lady, "Now, have you got any tickets for a show tonight for me and my two boys, please?"

We both looked at each other and smiled. The lady gave us a list of shows that she had tickets for. There was 'Cats', we both said no to that one. Next on the list was, 'Starlight Express'.

"What's that?" We both asked.

"Well, they skate round the theatre dressed as trains."

"Weird, no."

"Is Phantom of The Opera on the list?"

"No."

"Les Miserables?"

"No."

"Blood Brothers?"

She looked on her PC just to make sure, but shook her head in the negative.

"Sorry, they are all sold out."

"How about Beauty and The Beast?"

"No."

Dave's Mom was now getting a little agitated, so we whittled down to 'Cats' or 'Star Light Express'

"You're our guest, Jordan so you pick," Dave's mom said.

"K then, 'Starlight' it is."

The lady went to her PC again, "Yes we have two seats over the track at the front and one at the back." We both looked at Dave's mom.

"Go on then, you two can have those and I'll sit at the back."

"Thanks so very much, Mother," I said in my best fake English accent.

She grinned at that and said, "My pleasure, son."

Dave laughed and thanked his mom. She's not bad once you get to know her.

As we all got outside she said, "What are you two doing now?"

"I'm not gonna tell you with Jordan standing there, Mum. Can I have some money please?"

"How much?"

"Oh, fifty pounds should do it?"

"Fifty pounds my eye, I've just spent over sixty pounds on those tickets for tonight, so you can have twenty."

"Twenty pounds? That's not much, Mum."

"Go on then, twenty five."

Dave put his arm around her and gave her a big kiss, "You can't make it thirty could you please, Mum?" He was wheedling big time.

"Oh I don't know, you two, you think you can twist me around your little finger."

Needless to say Dave got his thirty pounds. He's got us both wrapped around that finger of his. OUCH. Never mind. It was a joke, o/k? Sheesh.

Dave looked round for the nearest subway, and leading the way again, he looked at that same map on the wall.

"Right, J come on."

I was totally lost. We got on a train. And found it had plenty room this time. It was twisting and turning in and out of stations till we got to the one we wanted. We got out, crossed over to another platform and got on another train. Fifteen minutes later we were getting off once again. Kewl, 'The Tower of London'. We stood in line for about an hour to get in.

"The first thing we need to see, J, is the crown jewels." There we had another forty-five minutes wait. When you get to see them you're on some sort of conveyer belt so as not to hold anyone else up. The first thing to strike you is the size of them - they are actually pretty small. Weird, huh? Then we went to see the tower where this guy who was dressed quite strangely said that two princes had been kept. They weren't harmed in any way, they were starved to death. They were cruel bastards, those Brits, but my Dave's kewl, though.

When we came out we went into MacDonald's for our usual. Dave then took us to a small boat that crossed the River Thames and that took us over to a big ship - the size of it was awesome. It was called 'HMS Belfast' and it's Europe's largest surviving Second World War warship. The six-inch guns could fire 12.5 miles, and that's a hell of a long way. We were most impressed, but I was leaning on the rail watching the river and my mind started to wander.

It seemed so far removed from DC, with all that infighting. The things that I could tell you about the people there, I swear. Take the number one couple in America; the present incumbent is so different than the last one. The times that I have danced with Mrs Clinton at the White House, she liked to feel my butt, believe it or not. She would put her cheek to mine and whisper, "God, Jordan, I just love your ass," and good old Bill, he is so charismatic, and so handsome too. His photos don't do him justice, and that girl, Monica what was her name? Who in their right mind would like a blow job from her? Well I certainly wouldn't, that's for damn sure.

There is a guy in the Secret Service that looks just like Arnie, and the tale in the Big House at the time was that he was fucking the ass off of the first lady. That is why Bill went and did what he did.

I'm so tired of people in suits, no matter how well they are made, you can always tell when they're tooled up. I really hate that shit. But when I go back, I'll have Dave with me. I hope that'll make me feel better having to live with all that.

The house we live in is so false; it feels just like a house on a film set, with maids, doormen, and chauffeurs. I can't walk anywhere on my own. That's why I have trouble keeping up with Dave. With my Dad being on so many committees and also having something to do with the Armed Forces, he says we are prime targets for terrorists, so that's why we can't just come and go as we please.

I did think about becoming a Senator like my dad some day, but now I don't know. I wouldn't want to put Dave through all that because he's going to find it hard enough as it is. At one time my dad thought about running for President, and when he announced it, the house was surrounded by cameras and reporters, so I had to have a guard to and from school for a while. That sucked big time.

Then you get the kids who went to school with guns, and the school had to hire security guards to search everyone who went in. And then you've got the drug thing-they are so easy to get, and our school is not just another high school, it's full of kids of Senators just like me. To think Dave is going to have to go through all that.

"Penny for them, J."

"Oh sorry, I was just daydreaming, and what do you mean? A penny for them what?"

"I have no idea how that saying came about, J, it just means what you thinking about."

"I was just thinking of home, how different our lives have been, Dave. I love it here."

"Well I'll love it in DC, cos you're gonna be there."

I smiled at him.

"Yeah!"

We then got off the ship, as one old guy told us to call it, it's not a boat he said most indignantly. We walked over Tower Bridge and back to the hotel via the subway, or tube as Dave likes to call it.

When we got back, the receptionist gave me a long envelope. I looked at Dave.

"I wonder what this is?"

"Well, you'll find out if you open it!"

"Mmm, very clever, Dave."

"Yes I am," he laughed.

I tore it open; it was a telex from my dad, saying that the money was now in Gerry's account. Kewl. I told Dave.

"Lets go and tell my mum," he said.

The elevator was full on the way up, and Dave winked at me, but don't know what that was all about. He then started to scratch himself, one scratch here one scratch there, till he was scratching himself all over his body, and the reaction he got was really funny. All the people were looking at him and giving him a wide berth. He then started to twitch. That made everybody even more nervous.

We got off, and as soon as the doors closed we both laughed like crazy. We knocked on Dave's mom's door, but got no answer, so we knocked again, and still no answer, we tried one last time.

"Looks like she's not in," Dave said.

Then the door opened, and we saw she was drying her hair.

"Hi guys, what you been up to?"

Dave smiled and told her about our day, then I told her about what he had done in the elevator, but that she didn't find so funny. I showed her my telex from dad.

"Can we go and get him some money, Mum?"

I don't think she wanted us to go really, but she gave him her cash card and pin number.

"And don't you dare lose it!"

"O/k, thanks, Mum."

"Thanks, Jackie, I'll feel better with some money in my pocket."

She smiled at us.

"What?" Dave said.

She teared up, and said, "You're not my little boy any more, David."

"Awww, I'll always be your little boy, Mum," he said. Then he kissed her tenderly on the cheek.

"Go on, get off with you and get Jordan's money....oh, and David?"

"What, Mum?"

"You need a shower, too."

"Thanks, Mum."

"My pleasure."

We went back to reception to ask where the nearest bank was that had a cash machine, and found out that it was just across the street. There was a line of people again. The UK is a country full of lines of people, everywhere you go there are lines. It got to our turn, Dave put the card in and punched in the numbers.

"How much do you want, J?"

"Well my dad said $100... you say that's about seventy pounds, so we'd better make it that."

"I'll make it 100 pounds, I can always say we got it wrong."

"K."

He took the 100 pounds out and gave it to me.

"That looks better than our dollars, Dave, they're much more colorful."

We went back to the hotel to shower and change, and no sooner had we got in the room there was a knock on our door. Dave looked at me, shook his head and answered the door.

"Oh hi Mum, now why did I think it was you?"

She smiled, "Don't be cheeky, haven't you had your shower yet?"

"No, there was a long queue at the bank, Mum."

"O/k well hurry up. I suppose you're both hungry?"

We looked at each other and nodded our heads yes.

"Don't you two be long, we need to leave by about 6.30." his mom said.

It was now 4.30, so we had a quick shower without our usual fun. Then we got dressed in our best casuals, and went to knock on Jackie's door. We all went down in the elevator together, and when Dave started to scratch again, his mom elbowed him in the ribs.

"Stop that right now." She whispered in his ear. I could tell that she was trying to suppress a laugh though.

"Ow, that hurt."

"Good."

As we stepped out of the elevator Dave's mom said, "I don't know, you two."

None of us had a starter, we all had roast beef and something that they called Yorkshire Pudding. But it wasn't a dessert.

"Any drinks, madam?" the waiter asked.

Dave looked at her.

"Shall we have a bottle of house red, Mum?"

"No we will not, three bottles of sparkling spring water, please."

When the waiter had gone she looked at Dave and said, "David, what's got into you today?"

He flashed her a smile and said, "Mum, would you mind rephrasing that, please?"

She gave him a blank look, till the flashbulb went off over her head. She looked at me, then back to Dave, and said, "David!!"

I thought it was the best joke of the entire day. My Dave is dead funny. I love him to pieces. Or bits, as he would say. Whatever.

We took a taxi to the theatre, and as soon as we got there we encountered another queue, as Dave calls it, we call it a line. When you walk into the auditorium, it looks like there is scaffolding all around. And that is the track. When the show starts there are some kewl guys that are dressed as trains, Dave and I were sitting next to the track, and at one time they came and stood right next to us to sing to the audience. To put it into Dave's words, it was brill.

When we met up with Dave's mom after the show, she said, "What did you think of it, guys?"

I had to laugh when he said that it was brill, and I said that it was kewl. Dave's mom said, "It was better than we all thought it would be, wasn't it?"

We crossed over to the line of people waiting for taxi's, more lines again. With all the theatres emptying, it was 11.15 by the time we arrived at the hotel. When we got back to our room, Dave's mom looked at us with a serious expression.

"Now boys, what time could you be up tomorrow?"

We looked at each other, then Dave asked, "What do you mean, Mum?"

"Could you both be up for 6am?"

"6am, what for?" I said.

Then she got three tickets out of her handbag for the 7am Euro Star train to Paris. We both looked shocked.

"Shit, Paris?" Dave said

"David, language!" His mom said.

"Sorry, Mum, we definitely want to go! Will you wake Jordan and me up, please?"

"Yes of course I will, I'll have to wake you at about 5.45, but you'll have to get up straight away."

We both said that we would.

We went into our room, stripped off, ( you wish you could have seen that, huh?) then we brushed our teeth, and slipped into bed, to find they had changed the sheets. Thank God! We rolled onto our sides so we were facing each other, and we kissed.

"I love you, J."

"I love you too, Dave."

Jordan then set his watch for 5.15, so that we could have a shower, then we kissed again and fell dead asleep.

I woke up to the sound of Jordan's watch - What the fuck? Then I realised what it was, J jumped out of bed pulling the duvet off me.

"Fuck off." I said in a very unpleasant manner.

"David Wilkinson, language."

He jumped on top of me kissing me

"Jordan Flack, fuck off," I said more forcefully.

"Is my boyfriend angry with me?"

I broke the kiss.

"Yes he is."

I couldn't help but laugh, and as we both got off the bed and went to the bathroom, we were both at half-mast dying for a pee. We cleaned our teeth as I started the shower going. We stepped in one at a time, and as he stood with his back to me, I put my arms round him.

"Think we've got time, J?"

"Yep, if we make it quick."

I reached down to grasp his now full mast cock and started to jerk him off, as J calls it. As I did that, my cock was nestled upright in his crack, and as I pushed up, my foreskin came back just as though I was having a wank myself. We were both so horny we only lasted a couple of minutes before we blew.

Then we had a proper shower, got dressed, and were waiting when my mum knocked on the door. She was most surprised to see us ready, and Jordan asked, "What about my passport? Will I need it for this trip?"

She fished about in her bag and got it out.

"Kewl, when did you get that?"

"Last night, I only managed to get it because we are now your legal guardians for the next month."

"K, that's kewl."

We got a taxi to the station, and found our platform. The train came in at about 6.45. We found our seats, two facing the direction of travel, one against.

"I suppose I get that seat, don't I?" Mum said.

"Please, Mum! We want to sit together, don't we?"

Just as we were about to set off, this big fat guy comes and sits in the seat next to Mum; he was very red in the face and out of condition.

When the train sets off, the first thing you notice is the smoothness, which is much better than on the inter-city trains. Jordan sat next to the window while I sat opposite the fat guy. After twenty minutes one of the stewards came round taking breakfast orders, then he came back about fifteen minutes later to say that it was ready, so we all went to the buffet car.

When we got back from breakfast, Jordan and I were well tired, so we both fell asleep. My mum woke us up as we were approaching the station, when the fat guy said to her, "I wish that I could sleep like that."

"Yes I know what you mean, they could sleep on a clothes line those two."

"Are we there, Mum?"

"Yes we are."

A guy was coming down the carriage looking at passports, so mum got ours out, when the fat guy looked at Jordan's passport he said, "Oh, American!"

"Yep." Jordan replied.

"I would have said that you were brothers."

"No, just good friends."

Mum smiled; I think she liked the idea of two sons. The immigration officer got to us, looking at our passports then at us then he said, "Merci Madame." As he passed them back.

I looked at Jordan and said, "He just said thanks J."

"No shit, Sherlock! Even I know that much French!"

Dave's Mum told me off about my language just like I was her own son. That was pretty kewl.

The first thing we did when we got off was to change our money into French money, or francs as Dave was saying, showing off his French. I changed fifty pounds, and Dave changed twenty pounds.

"Right, boys what are we going to do first?" Dave's mom said.

Dave looked at her and said.

"We?"

"Yes we. You don't think I'm going to let the two of you loose in Paris on your own do you?"

"Yes I do. I've been here before, I can speak French, and we don't want to follow you around everywhere you go!"

"O/k then, but be back here for five pm got it?"

"Five pm?"

"David have you got to question everything I say?"

"Well it doesn't leave till seven pm, that's like two hours."

"My, aren't you good at maths?"

Dave laughed and said, "And you say I'm sarcastic."

"Now you know who you get it off."

I was just stood there watching this verbal exchange. Then his mom said, "Five pm right?"

"O/k, five pm."

"Good."

Then we went our separate ways, and the first thing I noticed was that they drove on the same side of the road we do in the States.

"Dave, they drive on the right side of the road here."

"Yeah, I know they do."

"Oh so you do say that you drive on the wrong side of the road then?"

"No, I didn't say that, you said they drove on the right hand side of the road, not the right side. I meant the right side as opposed to the wrong side."

"Oh right, right."

We both laughed at that, God he is good for me.

We started walking down a road.

"Where we going, Dave?"

"Wait and see."

"Can't we get a cab?"

"No we can walk, you don't do enough of it. Don't want you getting flabby."

Dave and his fucking walking.

"Wow, look at that, Dave, the 'Eiffel Tower'!"

"Yep, that's where we're going."

"Kewl."

When we got there and he got his money out to pay, I pushed him out of the way.

"No you don't, I'm paying for this."

Dave told me all about the Tower. The view was brill - shit I keep doing that - it was spectacular. When we came back down again, Dave took us down a side street that brought us out to a big long, wide road, with cafés on either side.

As we sat down at a table, a waiter who looked to be about thirty years old came to us and said something to Dave in French, Dave asked me if I wanted a coffee, and I said sure I would. He told the waiter, who replied in French again.

"Black or white?"

"Huh?" I didn't have a clue what he was asking me.

"Black coffee or with milk, you twit!"

"White, please." The way I said it sounded more like, "Fuck off", I hoped.

Dave told the waiter who went away, and came back two minutes later with our coffee. Dave again said something else in French.

"Very impressive, Dave."

He just shrugged his shoulders in the French style, and said something else.

"K, Dave don't show off."

"I'm not showing off."

As Dave was talking to the waiter he was smiling and looking him up and down all the time. Kind of like he was checking this guy out or something. It made me think, as I thought back it hit me straight between the eyes. He had also flirted with the guy in the pool in New York! Then there was Will, and now he was fluttering his eye lashes at this waiter. I must admit he was very handsome, he had a look of the guy out of 'Zorro' "Antonio Banderas."

I needed to talk to him about this. I then took the plunge.

"Dave, can I ask you a question?"

"Sure you can."

"Do you like older guys?"

The smile on his face dropped. Oh shit, I've embarrassed him now.

"Yes." He replied quietly.

"Not just boys our own age, then?"

"No, I like guys of all ages. From 15 to about 60, if they take my eye that is, there are still loads of older men that I don't like, though. Happy now, are we?"

"Yup fine. But I could never think that an old guy is sexy, really. I'll leave that to you, just as long as you're only looking, that is..."

He looked relieved that I didn't have a problem with it. So he decided to take it a bit further. "O/k, so while we're having a game of truths J, what deep dark secret have YOU got hidden away?"

"Who me? Nothing that I can think of..." But I could feel my face was getting red as I spoke. Hmmm...

"Come on, you! Talk!"

"I'm not sure where to begin, plus the fact you may not like what I'm gonna say."

"So tell me then, for fuck sake."

"K, you know my best bud Mark, back in DC?"

"Yeah."

"Well up to the night you walked into my life I had a really huge crush on him. Now it's not that bad, but before, I used to jack off to the image of him naked all the time."

"Cool... Do you still have a crush on him?"

"Yeah, of course. You can't just switch something like that off, ya know! But not so much now, now I've got you, I mean. But sometimes when we make love I still fantasize that I'm making love to him, though I don't love him, it's you that I love now."

"WHAT? You fantasize about him when we're making love? How could you? You shit, you sit there and tell me that you think of Mark while we shag?"

He jumped up almost knocking the chair over, he took some money out of his pocket and threw it onto the table and ran off.

I ran after him. How could I have known he'd be so jealous? Shit!

"Dave, Dave, stop please stop!"

I caught up with him, and grabbed his arm. He pulled it off, and started to run off again, so I ran in front of him to block him.

"Dave stop it's you that I love, I've never loved Mark like I do you! I only had a crush on him, I swear to God!"

"Fuck off out of my way! How do you think I feel? You tell me that you think of him while we fuck, how do you think that makes me feel?"

"Not always, just a few times. I love you, I wouldn't do anything to upset you, please believe me. I'll do anything for you, anything!"

"Anything?"

"Anything!"

Then a smile came across his face.

"O/k I'll hold you to that, I wish you hadn't told me that, though."

"Yeah, sorry about that Dave, I shouldn't have told you. But isn't it better that I tell you the truth about everything? Have YOU got any more skeletons in the closet?" I asked. He was soon up but he was also soon down too.

"Well, yes there is, but nothing like that though."

"K, what is it, then?"

He smiled and looked at the floor, then back up to look me right into the eyes.

"I have a dildo at home."

"Kewl, what's it like?"

"It's just like a 6 inch cock, it's a flesh colour. It's a little cold when you first stick it in, but it warms up when it's inside you. You can buy them with batteries too, so that they vibrate, but the one I have doesn't do that. I also have a butt plug, I keep that in me all day, sometimes."

"You mean you go to school with it in you?"

"Yep many times, it's cool when I sit down. It goes over my prostate and gives me a hard on all day long."

"How did you manage to get those?"

"I borrowed my dad's credit card to buy some books off the net and bought those too."

We had walked in a circle, and were now back at that café again, we sat down at the table again and ordered another coffee as we talked.

"So what else have you got? Have you got a pair of handcuffs?"

"Not likely, I'm not into that S/M shite at all."

"Too bad. It might have been fun shackling you to the bed or something. Did you bring them with you?"

"Oh yeah, could you imagine what the guys at customs would say if they found them in my luggage? Not to mention what my mum would say?"

"Ummm,, yeah I guess I can."

"David what on earth are you doing with those?"

"Yep that's just what she'd say! Sooo, what other secret have you got that you've never told anyone?"

"Do you really want to hear this?"

"No, not if it's anything to do with Mark, I don't."

"It's nothing to do with him, I told you before, it's you that I love and no one else, k?"

"O/k then, tell me for fuck sake."

"I'd like to kiss a girl, just to see what it's like."

"Oh no, I've never thought about that. I don't think I could bring myself to do that, not without being sick that is."

We drank our coffee watching the world go by. Then the waiter came back and said something to Dave, who asked me if I wanted anything else. I said no, so he then told the waiter, who came back with the check, which I looked at before passing back to Dave.

"Shit, that's a lot of money for two coffees." Dave said.

The waiter then said in perfect English, "If you can't afford it, sonny, you shouldn't have bought it."

The look on Dave's face was priceless.

"You can speak English?"

"Course I can, and you can speak French!"

We all had a laugh at that.

"How long are you here for, boys? Are you on holiday?" the waiter said.

"No we're just here for the day. We have to catch the seven pm Euro Star back to London."

With that we paid our check and gave the waiter a tip, then left.

Dave led us in and out of streets and back alleys.

"How many times have you been here, Dave?"

"Oh about four times, all on school trips though."

"You seem to know your away round."

"Yeah I do."

We came out at a river.

"What river is this, Dave?"

"You mean to tell me that you don't know what River this is?"

"No I don't."

"It's the River Seine."

"Oh, thanks for that, Dave."

"My pleasure." he said.

We got onto a boat and sailed past a big church that Dave said was 'The Notre-Dame- Cathedral', then we had a coke each, because that coffee made us thirsty. The French guy on the boat was blabbering away, and I didn't have a clue what he was saying so Dave was interpreting all that was being said. The boat turned around and headed back down the other side.

When we got off the boat it was about four pm, I looked at my watch and said to Dave.

"Hadn't we better be getting back to the station, Dave?

"No not yet, we've got plenty of time."

We walked into a square, Dave did say what it was called but I can't remember now. There were stalls all over the place, Dave said that it was some sort of market, there were fruit, vegetable, antiques, you name it, they had it.

"Right, J, lets get going."

We were walking down a road just around the corner from the station when we came up to a road block. A French cop stood there, he was dressed all in black, with a machine gun in his hand. He said something to us, and Dave said something back to the cop, who started to wave his hands and his gun about. I didn't like the look of that. Dave turned to me and said.

"Right, J, this way."

"What's going on, Dave?"

"Don't know, J, he won't say."

We went down another side street where we stopped dead.

"Shit, another cop," Dave said.

He walked up to us and spoke to us, then Dave said something back again, I watched him as he put his little boy face on, pointing to his watch and then in the direction of the station, with his arms waving all over the place. The cop relented and said come on then, that much I could tell. Then he walked us to the end of the side street, with Dave chatting to him all the time. The cop pointed to me, and when Dave laughed he then said something else, then American, the cop smiled and said 'Ah American', Dave thanked him, then we were out of whatever danger there was.

"What the fuck was all that about, Dave?"

"It seems there was a hostage situation in a bank round the corner, so they surrounded it, and cordoned off the area. I told him that if I didn't meet my mum at five pm we'd be in deep shit."

"What was that you said about being an American?"

"He thought my brother was being quiet, so I told him we were friends, not brothers, and you couldn't speak French cos you're an American. He said 'Ah, American, now I see.'"

"Cheeky bastard." I decided to stay sounding British, coz it sounded kewl that way.

"Who? Me or him?"

"Both of you."

It was five forty five when we got back to the station, my mum was standing in the exact same spot where we left her this morning.

"Hi Mum. Sorry we're late."

"Hi boys, had a good day?"

"Yeah, brill."

"Sure did, Jackie," Jordan said.

"I knew you'd be late."

"What do you mean, Mum?"

"If I had said be back for six, you'd have been back for six thirty, that's why I said be back for five so you'd be back for five thirty to six."

I looked at her gob smacked.

"You don't think I've lived with you fifteen years and not know how you think do you?"

"Sixteen years, Mum."

"Sixteen years, then."

"There was a bank robbery and we had to go all the way round to get here."

"David, is that the best you can do?"

"Is that right or wrong, Jordan?"

"Yep, that's right."

"Jordan, you're as bad as he is, really."

We both stood there, not knowing what to say for once.

"Come on, let's see if the train's in guys," Mum said with a smile, I think she likes to win one now and again.

It wasn't in, so we went to a café for a drink.

"I'm hungry, Mum!"

"Just have a drink till we get on the train, right? It's all too expensive here, and the food on the train comes with the ticket."

"O/k, then."

The waiter came over and mum tried to ask for three cokes in French, and when the waiter smiled, I corrected the order, 'Merci, Monsieur'.

"What did you do that for? It was o/k, wasn't it?"

"No, you didn't pronounce your words correctly."

"Oh Mr Cleaver - clogs aren't you!"

"No I'm not, it's just that I can speak French and you can't."

"Jordan, what on earth do you see in him?"

J smiled at her. "Do you really want me to tell you?"

"Mmm, on second thought, no, I don't think I want to know."

I was staring into Jordan's eyes - there is that something about them that just captivate me, I felt a dig in my ribs.

"David, not here o/k?"

"What?"

"You were staring at. Jordan all lovey dovey."

"Mum, do you mind?"

"Well, you were."

Jordan and I both blushed as my mum just laughed.

After drinking our cokes we went to see if the train was in yet. It was, and we found our seats, one facing the direction of travel two against.

"You two get those seats this time, about time I had a good seat."

As the train started to move off the fat guy came rushing down the isle again, and plonked himself next to Mum. He was still red in the face; he looked like a heart attack waiting to happen. He said "Hi," again, and we all said "Hi" back.

As the train picked up speed, I said, "I'm hungry Mum, can we go and have a meal, please?"

"The steward will come and tell you when you can go and eat!" The fat guy said.

We all said, "Thanks." So I sat and starved for a while. You know how a kid gets, right?

Fifteen minutes later, the steward came round to tell everyone that the buffet car was now open, so we both looked at Mum, who said, "Oh come on then, you two are always hungry."

"I'm not just hungry, Mum. I'm ravenous."

The fat guy looked at us then my mum then said, "Teenage boys, ah."

My mum nodded her head yes, then said, "I know what you mean."

We were sat there looking at the menu; with it being an evening train it was a set three course menu, or a-la-cart. The set menu was mushroom soup, lamb chops with mint sauce, with strawberry flan to finish - mmm that sounds good. The waiter came back to take our order, then the wine waiter came to our table.

"Would Madam like some wine?"

She looked at the wine list, then looked at us, and we both looked at her with expectant eyes.

"Yes please, a bottle of the Cabernet Sauvignon."

Two minutes later, he was back. He poured a small amount into Mum's glass for her to taste, so she took a sip, swirled it round her mouth and swallowed, "Yes that will do nicely thank you."

He poured her a full glass, looked at us with his eyebrows raised.

"Yes they can have a glass, too."

"Thanks, Mum."

"Thanks, Jackie."

Our soup disappeared in about three minutes flat, and we were half way through our chops when Mum said, "Slow down you two, it looks like you've not eaten in a week."

"It feels like we've not eaten in a week, Mum."

As well as eating quickly, we were also swilling back the wine too, and the flan was really good. The waiter came back and asked, "Would you like coffee's now, Madam?"

"Mum, can we have liqueor coffee, please?"

The waiter looked at me then back to my mum.

"Go on then, why not! Three liqueur coffees it is then, please."

When we had all finished and were on our way back to our seats I needed a pee, so I called at the bathroom, did I just say the bathroom? Shit, why did I say that? I meant the loo. Jordan joined me.

Mum looked at us, "Don't be long you two!"

"O/k Mum."

"What do you think your mom meant by that, Dave?.

"Don't know what she meant"

"You don't think she meant that, do you?"

"No I don't think so, J."

The train must have been at top speed now, when the light came on, and that meant we must have been approaching the tunnel. We were both having a piss, swaying all over the place, and I think more ended on the floor that in the bowl. My head was swimming as I finished, I looked at J and said, "I could just do with a wank now."

"Well let's have one then, and see who can cum first, starting now!"

It took Mr Woody thirty seconds to get to full hardness. With Jordan having no lotion I think that I just had the edge on him, he kept spitting on his hand, "Wish I had one of those, Dave."

We were both tugging away as the train started to slow down a little. When I could feel the telltale signs building up, I speeded up till my hand was a blur, then I came gushing out. It missed the bowl completely, landing on the wall, then Jordan came as we entered the tunnel, and his landed on the wall with mine.

"I win by five strokes."

I took some toilet tissue and cleaned up the mess, then we put everything away. I looked over to him, "God, J, that feels better."

"Mmm, It was good, wasn't it? We might be drunk, I guess, huh?"

We locked eyes again and kissed, the first for a long time. Well, it seemed like a long time, at least to us!

"I love you, Jordan."

"I loved you too, Dave."

We felt the train slow down even more as we got back to our seats.

I'd developed the giggles.

"Where've you been?" Mum said with an exasperated look.

I just burst into more fits of giggles.

"Are you drunk, David?"

"No of course not." Giggle giggle.

This got Jordan going.

"I knew you shouldn't have had that wine and liqueur."

When we emerged from the tunnel Mum's mobile went off. It was Dad, she was yes dear, no dear, three bags full dear.

"Oh right, yeah I'll tell them, would you like a word with him? On second thought you'd better not. (Pause) He's drunk that's why not, we had some wine with dinner, o/k I'll tell them. Bye love, see you Friday then, at the station. Right. Bye."

"What was that about Friday, Mum? I thought we were going home tomorrow"

"Your dad said we can stay till then, if we're having a good time, which we are I take it?"

"Yep we are, aren't we, J?"

I looked over to him and saw he was spark out. That set me off giggling again.

"David, calm down, o/k?"

"Yeah o/k, Mum, sorry."

Then I too fell asleep to the sound of mobile phones going off.

I awoke to J shaking me. "Fuck off." I said to him in my stupor.

"David Wilkinson, watch your mouth."

"Oh sorry, Mum."

The fat guy was laughing, I threw him a nasty look, he then looked away still sniggering.

"Where are we, Mum?"

"Just outside London."

We were now crawling along.

"What time is it?"

"Dunno, really."

As I put my hand over my eyes to protect them from the light. Mum leaned forward with her arms on the table.

"Serves you right," she said.

I moved my hands off my eyes.

"What, Mum?"

"You know what! Just as long as you don't feel sick"

"Oh, Mum, you shouldn't have said that."

As I pretended to throw up, she said "David, don't do it here, go to the toilet now."

I broke into a smile, "Got ya there, Mum."

"The sooner we get back to the hotel the better."

I looked at the fat guy who winked and smiled as much as to say, 'good one', I smiled back.

"One of the best cures for a hangover is salt, or salty things," the fat guy said.

"Salt? Is that right?"

"Yep, so I've been told."

"Oh right."

I looked at Jordan, "Did you hear that, J?"

"Hear what?"

"Salty things are good for a hangover."

He looked at me, then at the guy, then back to me, and I smiled, knowing he was thinking the same as me.

"Kewl."

"That's the last time I take you out." Mum said as we were getting off the train.

I gave her a puzzled look.

"Why, Mum?"

"Never mind why, you're always embarrassing me."

"I don't know what you mean, Mum."

"That thing about the salt I mean."

I looked at her, surely she didn't know what it tasted like! I couldn't even think of them shagging let alone my mum giving my dad a blowjob. I went bright red.

"I should think so, too."

She did know what we were thinking - oh my god! She then leaned in and said in my ear.

"We may be almost forty but we're not past it yet."

She smiled when she saw the look on my face.

We got a cab back to the hotel, and as it was now 11pm we all went straight to our rooms after saying our good nights and thanking her for a good day. It had been a long day too, as we went into our room I made sure I put 'The Do Not Disturb' notice on the door handle. We had a shower almost in a dream, dried off, got into bed, and went straight to sleep.

To be continued....