Ravi

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RAVI'S ARRIVAL

Believe me; I'm not usually in bed at ten o'clock on a Saturday night, although I'm not a particularly late bird either. I'm a relatively normal just-turned eighteen year-old, but if I have a fault it is that I'm rather aloof, and I don't mix easily.

Anyway, there I was sitting up in bed watching the news on TV, cup of coffee in one hand and cock in the other, minding my own business when there was a knock on the door. This was most unusual. Mum and Dad never disturbed me after I had gone to bed. "Come in," I called, hastily letting go of my cock and making sure it wasn't obvious that I was hard under the duvet.

The door opened and Dad popped his head around. "Sorry to bother you, Ken, but we've just had a call from Jenny. She's got a young lad the same age as you who's in trouble. From what I gather he's been pretty badly beaten up by his father and he's at the hospital at the moment having his right arm put in plaster. Obviously he can't go back home, and although officially he's an adult, he's a bit immature and Jenny's asking if we can take care of him for a little while."

I should point out that Mum and Dad foster children from time to time, and the Jenny of whom Dad spoke is a social worker who is well known to us. "How did Jenny get involved if the guy's eighteen?" I asked.

"Well, as I said, the lad's rather immature both physically and mentally, and the police thought he was underage, so they called Social Services. I'd normally have agreed to take him straight away, but with having Jodie in the spare room, he'll have to share with you, and I wouldn't agree to that without making sure you agreed first."

"OK, Dad, I can't really say no if the guy's in trouble, and I don't suppose he has anywhere else to go. Anyway, it might be nice to have a bit of company for a while during the summer break."

"You're a good lad, Ken," Dad said, "I'll get straight back on the phone to Jenny and get her to bring him here. Don't wait up, I'll see to him when he arrives. Could you sort out a pair of pyjamas for him and leave them on the other bed, please?"

I waited until Dad went out of the room, then I slipped out of bed, found a pair of pyjamas and left them on the bed for my new roommate, then crept naked back between the sheets. I didn't see why having a roommate should affect my sleeping naked. Half an hour later I was just nodding off when I heard the doorbell ring and guessed that the new arrival had, indeed, arrived. I heard voices in the living room and strained to hear what was going on. Judging by his accent, the new arrival was pretty rough and ready, but that didn't bother me. As long as he was easy on the eye, I'd be a happy bunny. Oh, didn't I tell you? Well, you'll have guessed by now anyway, I'm gay and pretty happy about it. Mum and Dad know, Jodie knows -- she's my foster sister - and I have no real friends to worry about finding out. I don't advertise my gayness at school, but a couple of guys have asked me and I never deny it. One of them even came on to me, but he wasn't my type.

A few minutes later the bedroom door opened and Dad came in followed by my new foster brother. Once Dad saw I was still awake he introduced me to Ravi. Ravi looked about fifteen or sixteen. He was fairly dark-skinned, but not totally Asian-looking. He was around 5'6", skinny as a rake with a mop of black hair. The first thing that struck me about him, apart from his right arm being in plaster, was the smell. I couldn't quite put my finger on it, but it was rather like a combination between stale food, sweat and piss. "I think it might be an idea if Ravi had a bath before bed," Dad said, wrinkling his nose.

"It's OK Dad," I said, "I'll see to him." As Ravi walked across to me I held out my hand to shake hands, then realised my mistake and switched to my left hand. Ravi grinned at me and took my hand in his. You've heard all about this before, but that old electric shock shot up my arm and looking into Ravi's eyes, he seemed to feel the same thing. My cock reacted to the shock and I just hoped it didn't notice under the duvet.

"I'll leave you to it then, if you need anything, Ravi, just ask Ken. No doubt you're hungry, so after you've had a bath I'll make sure there's a sandwich down in the kitchen for you. I'll see you in the morning, and then we can sort everything out, goodnight to you. Oh, by the way Ken, I've put Flower out in the conservatory. Perhaps you can let her in if you go down ang get Ravi's sandwich."

"Goodnight, Mr Heath, and thanks a lot," Ravi said, then he turned to me and said, "sorry to be a pain, Ken, I can call you Ken, can't I?"

"Of course you can, now let's go and run a bath for you." I have my own ensuite bathroom, so as I didn't have to leave the bedroom, I threw back the duvet revealing my naked body and went into the bathroom to run Ravi a bath. I was very careful to watch Ravi's reaction when he saw my naked body, and to say his bottom jaw nearly hit the floor was an understatement. When I went back into the bedroom Ravi was sitting on his bed and it looked as though he was sweating. He looked me directly in the eye, and then is eyes dropped to my cock, then he looked back up. "I'm sorry, Ravi, does it bother you me being naked?" I asked.

"Oh, yes, umm, no, I mean, no, of course not." He stammered.

"It's just that if we're going to be sharing a room we're bound to see each other naked so I thought we'd just get the first time out of the way. Now come on, let's get you ready for a bath."

"Ummm, well, I think I'd better do that," Ravi said.

"OK," I agreed, knowing that with one arm in plaster it was going to be virtually impossible for him to get is clothes off, and that whatever happened, I would be seeing him naked. Ravi struggled for a while and then sighed and said, "Bollocks, I can't fuckin' do it."

"Come over here, then," I said, "I'll go and turn the water off then I'll give you a hand to strip off."

Reluctantly, it seemed, Ravi came over to where I sat on the bed and stood in front of me. As it was the beginning of July and the weather was fairly warm, Ravi wasn't wearing any heavy clothing. I stripped off his T-shirt first and revealed his rather scrawny but nicely tanned chest -- not, I'm sure, due to sun tanning, but to his heritage, with chestnut brown nipples. As he raised his arms for me to remove the T-shirt I saw a nice thatch of hair under his arms, but it was clear to me that he wasn't a regular bather. WS Gilbert of Gilbert and Sullivan described Nanki Poo in The Mikado' in the words of Pooh Bah as a very imperfect ablutioner' and this seemed to sum up Ravi nicely. Next, his trainers and socks. Now this was very definitely not a pleasant experience. I think he must have worn the same socks for at least a week, and in this weather ... well, I'll leave it to your imagination.

As I reached to undo the belt on his jeans, he stopped me with his left hand and said, "Ken, I think I should warn you that when Dad attacked me earlier I lost control and pissed myself, so it's not very nice in there."

Now I looked at his jeans, I could see a definite staining which had now dried out, but it explained the smell I had originally smelt when he arrived. I smiled at him and said, "Don't worry about it, Ravi, perfectly understandable. Once you've had your bath I'll stick your clothes in the washer-dryer so you can wear the same ones tomorrow, and then we'll go out and either pick up some of your stuff or we'll get you some new gear." I unzipped Ravi's flies and slipped his jeans down and he stepped out of them. I could see immediately that inside his rather yellow-stained underpants he was quite aroused, and under any other circumstances, and if I'd been able to predict his reaction, I'd have been tempted to rub his cock through his pants, but I didn't want to take things too far too soon in case he wasn't receptive to my advances.

I slipped my thumbs into Ravi's waistband and slowly lowered his underpants and when his cock was eventually revealed I saw that although he was small in stature for his age, there was nothing small about his cock, or about the bush of thick hair that surrounded its base. I couldn't help staring at it, and as I did I could see that it was pulsing in time with his heartbeat and with every pulse it was slowly getting harder and harder.

"Shit, I knew this would happen," Ravi said, "I've got a fuckin' hard-on. What a fuckin' dead give-away."

"What do you mean a give-away?" I asked as I led him, both of us naked, to the bathroom.

"Never mind, if you haven't realised, I'm not going to tell you," Ravi said.

"Ravi, I can't help noticing you swear quite a lot. Mum and Dad are very anti-swearing, so I'd appreciate it if you'd try not to do it in front of them."

"Sorry, Ken, I do it automatically," Ravi replied.

"We all do sometimes," I said.

It wasn't until we got into the bathroom that I noticed that his back was covered in welts and sores, apparently from countless lashes from his father's belt. The hospital had dressed the worst of them and Ravi told me that they had given him some cream to use on them.

It was obvious to me now that there was no way Ravi could sit in the bath and not get the dressings wet. "You'll have to get on your knees in the bath and I'll have to wash you like I do Flower," I said.

"What or who is Flower?" Ravi asked.

"Ah, you didn't meet Flower, did you?" I asked. "She's an ancient Border collie and she's the best judge of a person I've ever known. When you see her tomorrow, you'll soon find out what I mean." I said. I helped Ravi into the bath and on to his knees. I thought I'd get the worst out of the way first, so I soaped up a wash cloth and gave his feet a good lathering. Again it wasn't a pleasant experience, especially trying to get in between his toes, but eventually they were clean. I worked my way up his legs but stopped before I got to the most interesting bits. Next I grabbed the shampoo and began to wash his hair for him. I know from bitter experience how painful soap in the eyes can be, so I had a towel at the ready in case of emergency.

"This is a rare treat," Ravi said, "when I have a bath at home I can hardly ever find soap, and I can't remember the last time we had shampoo."

"Doesn't your Mum take care of that sort of thing?" I asked.

"Mum died three years ago," Ravi said quietly.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know." I said.

"Dad blames me for it, I think, although I don't know why. I think that's why he's so nasty to me, that and the booze." I rinsed off Ravi's hair and it was, quite literally, `squeaky clean'. I carried on washing down his body until I could avoid his interesting bits no longer. I gave the wash cloth a good soaping and gently washed his buns and then slipped my cloth-covered hand into his butt crack. Ravi inhaled sharply but made no effort to stop me. I rubbed up and down, and then ran my hand under his perineum and he moaned a little. As I pulled my hand back again there was just one thickness of cloth over my index finger as I ran it across the entrance to his love chute. Ravi moaned again, louder this time, then even louder still as the cloth slipped from my hand and it was just my index finger. I rubbed a few more times and Ravi's breathing became a little more irregular. Before things got too obvious I removed my hand and retrieved the wash cloth from the bath water and soaped it up again ready for the best bit of all.

"I think you'll have to kneel up for the last bit," I said to him.

"Umm, yea, umm, it's sort of embarrassing," he said.

"What you mean is you've got a hard-on." I said, matter-of-factly.

"Yea," he replied.

"Well, that makes two of us then," I said. Ravi looked down at my rock hard cock which had begun leaking precum and grinned at me as he knelt up.

"This isn't by any chance turning you on, is it?" he asked quietly.

"You think I get like this when I'm not turned on?" I asked, smiling.

"Does this mean that you're ... ... ..."

"Gay? Yes," I said, waiting for him to explode. Much to my relief he just grinned and nodded.

"Me too, I think." He said.

"You think? I asked, "You mean you don't know or you're not sure or you haven't made your mind up?" I asked"

"Yes, no, well, I haven't actually ... ... done anything ... ... with anybody" Ravi replied.

"OK," I replied, "well, let's get the bath over and done with then maybe we can talk more about this."

"I'd like that," he said.

"You mean finishing the bath or talking about things?" I asked with a grin.

"Both," he said, grinning back. I took the soaped-up cloth and then I went for the kill. First I rubbed the cloth all around his balls. They were a nice egg shape, and pretty low-hanging with a little black hair on the ball sack. His cock twitched as I washed around them and then as I grabbed his throbbing member Jason gave a loud moan and threw his head back. "Man, this is the first time anybody has touched me down there except my doctor, and my mum when I was a kid." He said, "God, that feels good."

"Come on, let's get you out of there and dried off before anything untoward happens," I said, helping him out of the bath and leading him back into the bedroom where I dried him all over paying particular attention -- of course -- to his nether regions.

Once dry I helped Ravi into bed, having first found out that he, like me, preferred to sleep naked. I, on the other hand, pulled on a pair of shorts, gathered Ravi's dirty clothes and took them down to the utility room where I put them into the washer/dryer and started it running. I grabbed Ravi's sandwich and a glass of milk and took it up to him, then I realised that I hadn't let flower back in. I went back downstairs and met Mum and Dad in the kitchen and I sat with them and had a quick cup of coffee, even though it was now nearly 2am. Dad said that Jenny had told him that Ravi's dad had been arrested and kept in custody overnight and would appear in front of the magistrates the next day charged with actual bodily harm. Social Services would put in a request that he be denied bail in case he tried to get to Ravi again.

"Why did he attack Ravi, and why was it so bad this time?" I asked.

Dad told me that although Ravi's father attached him regularly, he was usually only beaten with a belt, but this time he had attacked him at the top of the stairs and Ravi had taken a tumble, breaking his arm in the process. Mum asked me if everything had been OK with Ravi and I told her that he had had a bath and was now in bed.

"I'm surprised he managed with the bath, considering his back and his arm," mum said. I told her how I had helped him and she said, "You're a good lad, Ken, not many boys would have done that for him. I blushed and told her it was nothing. "You'd better get yourself to bed now," she said, "and we'll sort some clothes out for Ravi in the morning."

I went back into the bedroom. Ravi had left the light on and I looked over at him as I slipped my shorts off. He looked totally at peace, so I went over to him, bent down and kissed him lightly on the forehead. "I like that," he said, "nobody's kissed me since mum died," he said.

I sat on the edge of his bed and ran my fingers down his cheek. "Would you like a proper kiss?" I asked him. He looked straight into my eyes and paused for a moment before nodding. I leaned back down and kissed him gently on the lips. Ravi began returning the kiss, so I lay next to him on the single bed, slipped under the duvet with him and put my arms around him. "Is this OK with you?" I asked.

"I think so," he said, "I really think it is." We began kissing again and I opened my lips slightly and let my tongue rub against his lips. I could feel his hard cock against me as I'm sure he could feel mine. Suddenly his lips parted and my tongue met his. That electric shock shot through me again and I ground my cock against him hard. I felt his hand slip down between us and his fingers wrapped themselves around my cock, squeezing gently. . "Be careful," I told him, "I'm pretty close, I'm not used to this." Ravi panicked and nearly pulled my cock off in his anxiety to get his hand away.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ken, I'm not used to this, I'm sorry if I did something wrong."

"Calm down, calm down, Ravi, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that you turned me on so much, I nearly came when you touched me." I told him.

"Really!! I turned you on?" Ravi asked incredulously.

"You certainly do, Ravi, you turn me on big time." Ravi leaned over and kissed me again and I returned the kiss willingly and lovingly. "But now I really think we ought to get some sleep. I think there'll be a lot to do tomorrow what with one thing and another."

"But Ken, I'm never going to get to sleep feeling like I do," Ravi said, fingering his hard cock.

"I see what you mean," I said, stroking my own. "Maybe we ought to whack off, what do you think?"

"I think maybe we could do one another, but if you think that's going too far ... ... ..."

"I think that would be great," I told him. "I was going to suggest it, but I didn't want you to feel under pressure."

"Seems to me as though we're both beating around the bush instead of beating off our bushes," Ravi said, laughing. I laughed with him as I took his cock in my hand and began to rub him gently. Likewise he took my cock and began stroking me slowly. It could only have been about two minutes before we both shot our loads and we did so within seconds of one another. I slipped out of bed and grabbed the box of tissues from my bedside cabinet and took it over to Ravi's bed where I cleaned us both up, then I bent down and kissed him goodnight and climbed into my own bed. "Sure you don't want to sleep in here with me?" Ravi asked.

"Be realistic, Ravi, we're eighteen year-olds. If were eight year-olds there might just be room enough for both of us, but we'd be too cramped to sleep with both of us in there, especially with your plaster cast." I said.

"I see what you mean," he said, "but if you change your mind ... ... ..."

I turned the light out and drifted off to sleep with a huge smile on my face and a warmth in my heart.

I was awakened by the sound of sobbing, and as I gathered my consciousness together there was a gentle tap on the door and Dad popped his head round. "Everything OK in here?" he asked.

"I've just woken up, Dad," I said, "leave it to me, I'll see to him." Dad stood and watched while I got out of bed and slipped under Ravi's duvet and put my arm around him."

"Don't you think you ought to put something on?" Dad asked.

I turned and grinned at him and said, "A bit late for that, Dad." I said.

"You mean he's ... ... ... like you?"

"Early stages, Dad, but maybe, just maybe." Dad smiled and closed the door as he went out. "Come on now, Ravi, I'm here, calm down and take deep breaths and you'll be OK." I said gently.

Ravi took a deep breath and turned to face me. "I'm sorry, Ken, but the enormity of it all suddenly took over and I realised I'm on my own now. I've got no money, no home, no family, I've got nothing."

"Ravi, you've got me," I said, "and while you've got me you've got somewhere to live and, if you want it, someone to love you. As far as money goes, we'll worry about that later, but it's not going to be an immediate problem. As for a family, after seeing what he did to you, I think you're probably better off without your Dad." Ravi nodded and threw his good arm around me.

"Thank you, thank you Ken, you don't know what this means to me, and yes, I think I do want someone to love me -- that's if you're offering."

"I'm offering," I said. I suddenly felt Ravi's body stiffen.

"Your Dad was here, he ... he ... he"

"Don't worry about Dad, he knows I'm gay and now he knows about you. He's not going to worry about it, we're both eighteen, we can do as we please, and even if that wasn't the case, Mum and Dad are cool with it, don't worry about it."

"Have you had lots of boys here then?" he asked.

"No, none, but we all had a long chat when I came out to them, and I told them it was inevitable that I would have relationships with other guys. They promised me that they'd try to treat it just as though I had a girlfriend. I promise you, Ravi, it isn't going to be a problem." Ravi relaxed a little and we drifted off to sleep in each others arms.

It was about four hours later that I first became aware that I was being closely scrutinised. I opened my eyes to find Ravi sitting cross-legged next to me in bed. He had pulled off the duvet and was looking up and down my body with a smile playing across his lips. When he saw that my eyes were open he said, "Good Morning, beautiful."

"Bah! Me, beautiful?" I asked. "Handsome, maybe. Fit, maybe. Gorgeous, maybe, but not beautiful."

"You are to me," he said. Then he fell onto me, wrapping his left arm around me. His mouth was pressed to my ear and his tongue was in my ear. He was breathing IN my ear and my whole body shook from his warm breath. I arched under him and gently stroked his injured back. My sphinctre spasmed in reaction, and my brain tried to process more sensations than it could handle. I moaned ... loudly.

Ravi covered my mouth with his. I could taste his morning breath, but I didn't care, there was still that underlying earthy boy taste that I recognized as being uniquely Ravi. He pressed all he could of his cock against my own hard member and his tongue into my mouth. We ground out bodies together, not being able to get enough of one another. When he made as if to break the kiss, I grabbed his head and pulled him to me, not wanting him to get away ... ever. I could feel wetness between us. Whether it was my precum or his, or even both, I neither knew nor cared, I just knew that it felt sooooo sexy.

He was pounding hard against me, moaning gently into my mouth, but then becoming more and more agitated. Then I felt it. First one, then several more warm shots of his sperm between our writing bodies. Almost without warning I felt my own orgasm approaching and, as if in sympathy with Ravi, I shot my own load to join his.

As our lips parted, his forehead pressed hard to mine as he slowed his movements. I was having feelings I had never had before and I had no idea when they'd started or where they'd end. I think that was when I first realised that I was really falling in love with this boy.

Ravi pressed the side of his face to mine, and held me tightly. Slowly I began to come down from my high. I felt his hand between us, spreading our combined juices over my stomach. "That was pretty wild," he said. I nodded. "Are you OK?" he asked.

"More than OK," I replied, "a thousand times better than OK.". He nuzzled me, and kissed my face and neck, slowly, tenderly... very tenderly. I stroked his back and kept him on top of me and we almost fell asleep again, but I could hear stirrings outside on the landing and knew it was only a matter of minutes before somebody checked on us.

I was right, of course. There was a knock on the door and it opened immediately and Jodie, my 13 year-old foster sister sailed into the room. She had developed a habit of doing this. I think she was hoping to catch me naked but so far she'd been unsuccessful. Well, this time she'd caught me, but at least I was covered by the duvet, but I was in bed with our new foster brother. "My God, it reeks of sex in here," she exclaimed loudly. "A girl could get pregnant just by breathing in here." She added.

"About the only way she would get pregnant by either of us two," quipped Ravi. Jodie couldn't help herself. She burst out laughing. "You must be Ravi," she said, coming over to the bed, "and I see you've already discovered that our foster brother is gay, and from what you just said I have to assume you are as well." Jodie's a bright girl and refreshingly accepting of my sexuality. She's also only too well aware that if she blabbed about it, I could be in serious shit at school.

"Jodie, this is not something to laugh about. You know that if this got out at school the shit would hit the fan, so please, please don't say a word."

Jodie's face immediately became serious. "Ken, how could you even think I would do that to you? You and your Mum and Dad have given me a home while my Mum's in hospital. In fact, you've given me much more than just a home. You've accepted me into your family and I really, really appreciate that. You've been more of a brother to me than any real brother could be. I'd never, ever get you into trouble." Then she grinned from ear to ear and added, "Even if you deserved it! Now, Mum said breakfast in ten minutes, so you'd both better get your queer arses out of bed now." And so saying, she grabbed the corner of the duvet and ran with it, uncovering our nudity. "Hmmm, verrrrry nice, I hope you realise you're depriving a couple of young ladies of two extreeeeemely beeeeautiful bodies!" She said skipping from the room.

"Cheeky little cow," I said as she disappeared.

"You know, I can't believe how easy-going things are in this house," Ravi said.

"Well, over the years we've had to adapt to so many different kids with my parents fostering that nothing seems to faze us at all. When I told my parents I was gay, Dad didn't bat an eyelid. Mum wasn't so pleased because she was looking forward to having grandkids and also she was looking at everything long term and could see that things might get nasty for me when other people found out. She's still a little bit uneasy with it, so she may seem to be a little bit cold with both of us because you're gay as well, but don't let it worry you, she'll soon come around. Anyway, we'd better get down to breakfast. I'll just run and get your clothes for you."

I slipped on a pair of shorts and ran to the utility room. Mum had emptied the washer/dryer and had left Ravi's clothes folded neatly on a chair. I grabbed them and took them back to the bedroom. Ravi was in the bathroom but walked back into the bedroom as I entered. He was half-hard, which made me spring a stiffie as soon as I looked at him. I threw his clothes at him saying, "I'm not coming anywhere near you with that lethal weapon you've got there."

"Looks as though you've got one too under those shorts," he replied, grinning. I helped him to dress and then we wandered downstairs to the kitchen where breakfast was on the table waiting for us. With Ravi's arm in plaster it was obvious that he wouldn't be able to cut up his food, so mum had cut it into bite-sized chunks.

"Hello Ravi," Mum said, a little offhand. "I'm sorry, I should have checked about your religion before I put the bacon on your plate. Is bacon OK for you?"

"Yes thanks, Mrs ... ... erm ... ... my parents weren't religious people, but since I lived in England for most of my life and my Dad's English, I suppose I'm Church of England, and I think they're allowed to eat bacon. If they're not, I'll find a religion that is." "Most of our foster kids call me Aunt Penny," mum said, "I'll settle for that if it's OK with you."

"Thanks, Aunt Penny ... ... ... that sounds good, I like it." He gave Mum a winning smile and mum just melted.

At this point there was a scraping sound and a rather damp Border collie entered the kitchen. "This is Flower," I said, "Flower either loves people or she hates them."

Flower disappeared under the table and the next thing I saw was a surprised look on Ravi's face. I laughed at him as I knew exactly what had happened. The first thing Flower does to anybody new, regardless of whether they were male or female wis to shove her nose into their crotch and sniff long and hard. Satisfied that all was well, she went and picked up her rubber bone then went and offered it to Ravi. "You'll have to take it from her," I said, "She's showing that she likes you by sharing her toys with you," I said.

"What would have happened if she hadn't liked me?" Ravi asked, taking a mouthful of tea.

"She'd have bitten your balls off," said Jodie, laughing. This was too much for Ravi and what tea he hadn't swallowed ended up in his breakfast.

"JODIE," mum said, "you will apologise to Ravi this instant, and don't let me hear you talk about Ravi's ... ... Ravi's ... ... well, you know what I mean, but you don't talk about them like that."

"I'm sorry, Ravi," said Jodie, grinning mischievously.

We polished off our breakfast and were just draining our tea cups when Dad came in to the kitchen. "Have you got a front door key to your house?" he asked.

"Yes, Sir, I have." Ravi replied.

"Drop the Sir, Ravi, Most of the kids call me Uncle Frank."

"Thanks, Uncle Frank ... ... hmmm, I like that too."

"I phoned the police station this morning and they have said we can get some of your things from your house, so we'll go over this morning and get them if you like."

"That's great, Uncle Frank, but surely you won't want me here, after all I'm not actually a kid. As I'm over eighteen surely I'm not eligible for fostering."

"Ravi, you haven't got anywhere else to go and I'm certainly not going to throw you out on the streets. Anyway, I think Ken might have something to say about it if I tried.

"Thank you, Sir ... I mean Uncle Frank. I'll try not to be too difficult, and I'll try and get a job so I can contribute to the coffers."

"Don't worry about that for the time being, Ravi, let's get your arm fixed and your back mended before we even think about that."

"Thanks, Uncle Frank."

"Ravi, you said you lived here most of your life, but where were you born?" I asked.

"I was born in Mumbai, or Bombay as it was then. Dad had been sent over by his firm to project manage a new hospital that was being built. He met my mum and fell in love and they were married, much against mum's family's wishes. About a year later I was born and we came to this country when I was about two years old."

"I know a limerick about you," I said, "There was a young man from Mumbai ... ... ..."

"KENNETH!" mum said, warningly, "Ravi, my son can be extremely rude sometimes and his limericks are particularly suspect." She said. "Ken, if you must tell Ravi your limerick, you can do it in private."

"But call me first so that I can hear it," Jodie said.

"Jodie ... ... ..." mum admonished.

"Sorry, Aunt Penny," Jodie said, unabashed.

"We'll get going in about twenty minutes," Dad said, coming back into the kitchen. "Have you got a lot of stuff, Ravi?" he asked.

"Not really, Uncle Frank, of course, I don't know what's going to happen with the house now. I suppose it depends on whether Dad goes to prison, and how long for."

"Well, we'll get whatever we can in the car and worry about the rest later."

We went back to my room so I could get dressed properly. I didn't fancy going to Ravi's house wearing just shorts. "What's all this about limericks?" Ravi asked.

"Well, I know lots of limericks, mainly rude ones, and I put a gay twist to them as well." I replied.

"And the Mumbai limerick?" he asked.

I grinned and said, "There was a young man from Mumbai, For whose kisses I'd willingly die. His cock's great for a suck, His butt's great for a fuck, And his balls make the sweetest cream pie"

"I see what your mum meant," Ravi said with a huge grin on his face, "and does all that apply to me?" he asked.

"Do you know, I really believe it does," I said, kissing him gently on the lips. "But I'll just have to wait to find out about your butt. Now we'd better get going to get your stuff."

Dad drove to within half a mile of Ravi's house and then asked Ravi to direct him the rest of the way. As we pulled up outside Dad asked Ravi if he wanted us to go in with him. "Well, I don't really want to go in there alone, even if Dad's not there," he replied.

"OK, we'll both come in with you, and if you'd like to gather your stuff together and leave it by the front door, I'll transfer it into the car while Ken stays in there with you." Dad said.

Ravi went into the sitting room and grabbed a few bits and pieces and brought them to the front door, and as Dad took them out to the car I went upstairs with Ravi to his room. To say that the room was a mess is a major understatement. "Could you look in Dad's room and see if there are any suitcases or bags in there?" Ravi asked, "I really don't want to go in there myself." When I went into his Dad's room it was surprisingly tidy. The first place I looked was on top of the wardrobe and I saw a large blue suitcase up there, but when I tried to get it down, it was obvious that it was full. Next I looked under the bed, which was rather dusty, but I found a couple of empty suitcases there, one very large and one small, which I took through into Ravi's bedroom. Ravi had gathered up quite a few of his clothes off the floor and put them on his bed. I threw the large suitcase down next to them and unclipped it and then began to throw Ravi's clothes in. There was little point in folding them neatly as they were dirty and would have to be washed as soon as we got home.

We soon filled the case and I snapped it closed and dragged it down on to the floor. Ravi picked up the smaller case and tried to open it one-handed, but it seemed to be locked. "I'll have a look in your dad's bedroom and see if I can find the key," I said. I went back and started to look for the key but it was nowhere in evidence until I opened the drawer in the bedside cabinet and found a couple of keys in there. I took them both back into Ravi's room and gave them to him. He tried the first one to no avail, but when he put the second one in, the first look turned easily.

"Success!!" Ravi said, taking out the key and transferring it to the other lock, which also opened easily. Ravi opened the case and there was an elasticated pocket in the lid, which seemed to have something in. Ravi put his hand into the pocket and pulled out a fairly large envelope, which was sealed. "I wonder what this is," he said, "can you open it for me? He asked. I slipped my thumb under the seal and ran it across the envelope. I gave it back to Ravi and he pulled the flap back and slipped his hand inside and pulled out a bundle of money. "Fuckin' hell," he said as he pulled it out. "Will you look at that. It's all fifty-pound notes. He said, throwing them down on the bed and putting his hand back into the envelops and pulling out another bundle, then another. In all there were five bundles, all fifties. With trembling fingers he began counting one of the bundles, and when he had finished he looked at me and whispered, "There's two thousand pounds here, Ken. That makes ten thousand if they're all the same. Where on earth did the old man get that kind of money?"

"Maybe he's been putting a bit by," I said tentatively.

"Nah, any money Dad had left over went on booze," Ravi said. "There was certainly never enough for treats for me, or at least that's what he told me."

"What are you going to do about it?" I asked.

"I think I'm going to leave it exactly where I found it." Ravi said.

"You're going to leave it here?" I asked.

"That's not what I said," he replied, grinning, "I found it in this old suitcase, and that's where I'm going to leave it. Now help me get the rest of my clothes into this case and downstairs." As Ravi went to stuff the cash back in the envelope he noticed a sheet of paper still in the envelope. He pulled it out and opened it up to read it. Suddenly his eyes filled with tears and he handed me the note to read.

My darling Ravi

I am leaving this money for you and you only. My grandfather wanted me to have this money, but the rest of my family was dead against it, so he gave me the money in cash. When we came to England I changed the money into pounds sterling and it came to very nearly ten thousand pounds. I want you to do whatever you want with this money. If you want to go to university, it would be an ideal sum to see you through that time, or maybe you might like to start a small business of your own.

Whatever you decide, I know that you will use it well. Don't let your father influence you in any way, I have come to realise that he is just a wastrel. I am placing the money here in the hopes that he won't find it and squander it before you find it.

In a few days I will be dead, and my belongings will be put into this case for him to take home. Maybe if he sees my jewellery, he may think that's all the valuables I have.

You have been a wonderful son, Ravi. I pray that one day you will settle down with someone who will love you as much as you love him.

God bless you, Ravi,

Your loving mother.

I looked into Ravi's eyes and said, "She knew about you, Ravi, she knew and she loved you."

"What do you mean?" Ravi asked.

"Look at the last paragraph, Ravi, she says she prays you will settle down with someone who loves you as much as you love HIM, Ravi, HIM"

Ravi smiled through his tears and said, "It's like a blessing, Ken, it's like she approved."

Dad called up to ask us to hurry as he was parked on a double-yellow line and didn't want to get a parking ticket.

Ravi dried his eyes and looked around, saying, "We'll come back some time for my computer and my games. I dare say you'll let me use yours until then."

"Of course you can," I said, "now let's get these downstairs to Dad," I said.

"Hold on, just one more thing before we go down." He said.

"What's that?" I asked.

"Just this," he replied taking me in his arms and planting a gentle kiss on my lips. The gentle kiss turned into a full-blown Frenchie, and before we knew it we were on his bed, our bodies pulled tight to one another.

"Come on, boys, hurry up," Dad called up the stairs again, so reluctantly we parted and I lugged the suitcases downstairs to the hall. Dad picked up the larger case and said, "Bloody hell, Ravi, what have you got in here, the crown jewels?" As he lugged the case out of the door.

"Sorry, Uncle Frank, but there's nothing of value in that one, but I've got ten grand in this one," Ravi said, laughing.

"Oh yes, and I'm the King of France," Dad said facetiously.

"Pleased to meet you, Your Majesty," Ravi whispered quietly, grinning at me.

When we got home I suggested we take Ravi's cases straight to the utility room and we got the first load of washing on. "Didn't your Dad ever do your washing?" I asked.

"No, I had to do my own," Ravi replied, "but Dad always complained that it used too much electricity, and that washing powder was too expensive, so I only ever used it when I knew he was going to be out." We took the (almost!) empty suitcases and the few clean items upstairs and packed them away, stopping only for a quick kiss and hug, then we went back downstairs where Mum had threatened us with a cup of tea and a sandwich.

"I hope you haven't forgotten, Ken, that we're taking Jodie down to see her mum tomorrow," Dad said

Jodie walked in just as Dad said this, "Yea, they're letting Mum out for a few days to see how she gets on by herself, so I'm going to stay with her while she's out. If all goes well we can be together for three or four days," she said.

"Mum and I thought we might stay down there and have a few days break, but if you two are not happy about being on your own, we'll come back." Dad said.

"Oh, I think we can manage, what do you say, Ravi?" I asked.

"Weeeeel, I'm not too sure about that." Ravi said, straight-faced.

For maybe a nanosecond Mum's face dropped, then she realised Ravi was kidding and said, "Well, if what Dad and Jodie tell me is true, I think maybe you'd enjoy some time on your own." She held up her hand and added, "I don't want any details, I don't want to have any idea of what you might get up to, I don't even want to begin imagining what will be going on. Just don't upset the neighbours,"

"Mum, we're not going to do anything stupid," I said, a little angry, "we're only just getting to know one another. Don't you remember when you and Dad first got together?"

"Yes, I remember it well, Ken, but we didn't end up in bed together on the first night." She said.

There was silence for a moment until Dad said quietly, "No, but it wasn't long after."

If looks could kill, Dad would have dropped dead on the spot, but instead he went to Mum, but his arms around her and said, "My love, this is something we don't understand, and I sometimes wonder whether we will ever understand it, but both the boys are over eighteen. Legally they are adults and they can make up their own minds what they do. Kenny isn't stupid, he's a very intelligent boy, and from what little I've seen of Ravi, I don't believe he's going to pressure Kenny into doing anything he doesn't want to, so I think we should maybe leave things be and see where we go from here. After all, we don't want to drive Ken out of the house, and Ravi's only just arrived, so it would be a shame if he left so soon, don't you think?"

Mum turned to us with tears in her eyes. "I'm sorry, boys. As Dad said, I'm having more trouble than I though coming to terms with this. It was different before Ravi arrived because I could pretend that maybe Ken you weren't gay, Ken, but now ... ... ... Ravi, I'm so sorry if that sounded as though I'm blaming you, please believe me I'm not. I know you're going through a particularly tough time and the last thing you need is me making things worse for you, I'm sorry."

"Thanks Aunt Penny, Uncle Frank, this is as strange for me as it is for you. I sort of suspected ... ... ... no, I KNEW I was gay, but I've never had a boyfriend before. I've never done anything sexually before with another boy -- or with a girl, come to that -- and this relationship, if I can call it that, with Kenny is something totally new, totally unexpected," then he looked at me and added, "and totally wonderful." We hugged one another, then we hugged Dad, then we hugged Mum and determined not to be left out, Jodie was waiting for her hug too.

That night we played it pretty cool ... well, what I mean is we didn't explore any new territory. At bedtime Ravi and I showered together, his plaster cast in a polythene bag and, of course, I had to wash his body for him, which was a much more pleasant experience that giving him a bath when he first arrived. All he smelt of now was `Essence of Ravi' which was a pretty potent aphrodisiac as far as I was concerned. Of course, I had to pay particular attention again to his nether regions, and when we got into bed I had to give them another good going over, but most of our time was spent just hugging, staring into one another's eyes and enjoying the feel of one another's bodies ... all over one another's bodies, during which I discovered for the first time about a dozen tiny moles on Ravi's left shoulder blade, and when I ran my fingers gently over them he shuddered and his cock went to full erection in about five seconds flat. "What did you just do?" he asked.

"Nothing, Ravi, nothing at all." I replied, "It's just that you've got some moles on your shoulder blade in a shape like a crescent moon. All I did was run my fingers over them."

"Wow," he said, "That really, and I mean REALLY turned me on. Do it again," he said. Once more I ran my fingers over the moles. Ravi almost levitated off the bed, moaning loudly. "Do the other side Ken, please," he said. I ran my fingers over his right shoulder blade with absolutely no effect at all, but when I transferred back to the left, he shuddered again and a bead of precum appeared on the end of his cock.

"You're weird, Ravi," I said as I laughed.

"I must be," he said, "but you can do that any time you like," he said, and I did, often!! It even worked through the material of his shirt, and I would do it on subsequent occasions while we were in company. He might be in the middle of a conversation and I would touch his left shoulder blade and he would go all dreamy-eyed and weak at the knees and get terribly embarrassed if anybody noticed.

But back to where we were, the erection resulting from Ravi's stimulated moles seemed far too good to waste, and with the precum already started, I guessed I could bring him off in a very short time, but I wanted to play with him so I worked on him very, very slowly with a very, very gentle grip. When he started moaning I glanced over to make sure the door was tightly shut. I didn't want anybody disturbing us. I continued my softly, softly approach and after a few minutes Ravi began to whisper, "faster, faster," but I carried on stroking him slowly. "oh, come on, Ken, Pleeeeeaaaasssssssse," Ravi pleaded, but I was determined to make him wait, and when he tried to push my hand away with his plaster cast and grab his own cock with his good hand, I just pushed him out of the way and whispered, "Everything comes to he who waits," and carried on stroking gently. By this time my hand was quite wet from his precum and was making a slight squelching noise with every movement. Ravi's body now was quivering and he was making little animal noises. I leaned closer to him and gently slipped my tongue into his ear. His grunts got louder and his toes started to curl, so I knew that he was very nearly there, and to tell the truth, it wouldn't take much for me to follow him. "Oh, yes ... oh, yeeeeess," Ravi said as the point of no return approached, "Oh, my God, Oh, Ken, I'm ... ... ... I'm ... ... Oooooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh, AAAAAAAAgggggghhhhhhhHHH!!!!!." The first shot flew into the air and landed right between is nipples, closely followed by the second which landed in his navel. The rest of his cum flowed all over my fingers and down into his pubes.

"You're a bastard, Ken, I thought I was going to explode," Ravi said when he eventually got his breath back and gathered his wits together. "Just you wait, I'm going to do the same to you now," he added.

"Not a hope, Ravi," I said, "Three rubs and I'll be there," I said. Ravi grabbed me and less that thirty seconds later I too was covered in cum. As soon as I was strong enough I slipped out of bed and grabbed a towel to clean us up, and then we snuggled up together in one bed and before I knew it I was fast asleep.

When I woke the next morning I was alone in bed and I could smell the smell of frying bacon. I looked over at the other bed expecting to see Ravi there, but he was nowhere to be seen. My stiffie led me to the bathroom where I emptied my bladder and washed away any remaining stickiness from the previous night before slipping on shorts and a T-shirt and padding barefoot downstairs. There I found Mum and Dad in the sitting room reading the newspapers.

"We have our orders," Mum said, "Ravi and Jodie are in the kitchen cooking breakfast and we have strict instructions not to disturb them." I grinned and walked into the kitchen where Jodie was standing barefoot at the cooker and Ravi was standing at the sink, also barefoot in shorts and T-shirt, doing his best to wash up a frying pan without getting his plaster cast wet. I crept up behind him, slipped my arms around his waist and kissed the side of his neck.

"Good morning, sweetness," I said.

"Bleuk, disgusting," said Jodie.

"About bloody time, too." He said, "I've been up for hours, but now that you're here you can get some knives and forks together while we dish up. I called the others into the kitchen and put the cutlery on the table with the salt and pepper pots and mugs for tea. Then I helped Ravi to put the plates of food in front of the family while Jodie filled the teapot. They had really done us proud with fried bacon, scrambled eggs, grilled tomatoes, fried mushrooms and grilled sausages, and plenty of hot toast.

"Wow, this really IS a treat," mum said, "Ravi, if you're going to make a habit of this you can stay as long as you want," she added.

Ravi blushed and said he didn't do it for that reason, but that he'd love to stay. He put the pot of tea on the table followed by the milk jug and sugar bowl.

"Judging by the noises coming from your bedroom last night, you've already made yourself at home," Jodie remarked with a smirk.

There was a moment's silence and then, laughing, Dad spat out the piece of sausage he had just put in his mouth, Ravi blushed even redder, Mum cleared her throat nervously and I just shouted, "JODIE!!!"

"Jodie, I'm having enough trouble coping with this," mum said, "Without you drawing attention to it. Ravi, I apologise for my foster daughter, she should never have said that, at least not at the breakfast table and in front of everybody."

"It's Okay, Aunt Penny," Ravi said, "I suppose I asked for it."

"It certainly sounded like it last night," Jodie remarked again quick as a flash.

"JODIE," shouted Mum, "if you can't behave yourself you'll have to go without breakfast and leave the room." Jodie looked from Mum to her plate to Ravi and back to her plate. The food won out.

"I'm sorry, Ravi, I didn't mean to be nasty." She said.

"Listen, please everybody," Ravi said, surprising me. "Please stop apologising to me. You've all been kind enough to take me into your home, and things have taken for me, and I'm sure for all of you, an unexpected turn. I'm still trying to get used to having a boyfriend, and I think it's twice as difficult for you, because you're struggling to make me feel at ease here, and you're also having to cope with me falling for Ken," then he looked at me and added, "and Ken falling for me. So please, everybody, can we stop walking on eggshells and just say what we feel and stop pussyfooting around."

"Well said, Ravi," Dad said, "let's all give this some thought over the next few days and start afresh when we get back. I suppose we'll also have to give some thought to sleeping arrangements. You can't really manage with the two single beds so we'll have to see about getting you something bigger."

"Uncle Frank," Jodie said softly, "how about letting them have the double in my room. I don't mind sleeping in a single bed. Anyway, I may be back with my Mum soon."

Mum gave us a bit of an old-fashioned look but didn't say anything. "I think that's a great idea, and very generous of you, Jodie, and if it's okay with everybody maybe the boys could sort that out while we're away. Anyway, Jodie, I suggest you go to the toilet before we go, I don't want to have to stop half-way if we can help it. You too, Penny, and while you're doing that the boys can help me load the car."

We took the cases out to the car and Dad loaded them into the boot. "We're staying at the Ocean Hotel in Southampton if you need us, boys, I haven't got the number but it'll be in the phone book."

Mum and Jodie arrived at the car and they all piled in and we waved them good-bye as they drove off. When the car turned the corner at the end of the road, we went back indoors, closed the door behind us and fell into one another's arms, kissing long and deep. I could feel Ravi's hardness against me and I suppose he must have felt mine to, but when we broke the kiss, I looked into Ravi's eyes and said, "Let's do it."

We must have been thinking on the same wavelength, because we both flew up the stairs and went not to our room, but straight to Jodie's room and stripped the bed. We moved the base and mattress out on to the landing and threw the bedding downstairs ready to go into the wash. Then we went into our room and stripped the two single beds. Although one set of linen had only been used for a few hours, we threw the lot downstairs and I moved the single beds into Jodie's room, then put the double into ours. While I put fresh linen on the double, Ravi went downstairs and put the linen into the washing machine. Never having been one to hide my intentions, before Ravi came back upstairs I stripped naked, then lay slap bang in the middle of our new double bed. I could hear Ravi grunting as he his way up the stairs. My cock was stirring and I gave it a quick stroke and it very soon became as hard as a rock.

I heard the floorboards creak as Ravi approached our room and assumed a provocative pose. As he walked into the bedroom he looked straight at me and his mouth fell open. His amazement lasted only for a nanosecond before he was pulling his T-shirt over his head and lowering his shorts to the floor. Unfortunately in his haste he forgot to step out of them so he fell headlong on top of me, his face buried in my steel-like cock. He soon kicked off his shorts, and actually started kissing my cock. "Ever had a blow-job?" he asked, looking up at me.

I shook my head. "Ever given one?" I asked.

Ravi shook his head, but returned to kissing my cock. Before I knew it, he was licking up and down my entire length like an ice lolly. "Hmmm, your precum tastes quite sweet," he said. I was amazed that he had dared to taste it. I was even more amazed when his lips closed over my glans and he began tickling me with his tongue.

"Hmmm, Ravi, that feels good, and I'm not going to last very long," I said. Ravi eased off my cock, licked down the length again and took one of my balls right into his mouth. I could feel his teeth teasing me and I grinned as I said, "It's a good job it's you down there and not Flower."

Ravi snorted as he tried to laugh with my ball in his mouth, then spat it out and made a low dog-like growling sound before he began chewing on my other ball. I had to laugh at the thought of Flower licking my balls and my laughter was infectious, and very soon we were both absolutely helpless with laughter, lying on the bed. Of course, both our cocks wilted, so after a cuddle and a kiss (or several) we got up, dressed and took dear old Flower out for a walk.

The rest of the day we spent eating, watching TV and just enjoying one another's company, and then at about ten o'clock we could wait no longer and went upstairs. We showered together and dried each other, both of us walking back into the bedroom with serious erections.

"Lie down, and I'll carry on where I left off this morning," Ravi said. Not being one to argue, I lay on my back, but instead of just getting down beside me, Ravi was on his hands and knees on top of me and facing in the opposite direction, his plaster cast held out to the side, thus presenting his hard cock to my mouth in one of the classic `69' positions. This was the first time I'd really got up close and personal with Ravi's cock, and I have to say that close-up it looked good ... ... damned good. I licked the extreme tip around his pee hole and Ravi moaned loudly, even though his mouth was full of my cock. I took hold of his hips and pulled him downwards slightly as I took his glans in my mouth and played my tongue over it. His precum began to run and had that slightly salty taste to it. I slowly took more and more of him into my mouth until his pubes were pressed up against me. Ravi was trembling slightly, and it was only when I realised this that I noticed my own body was a little shaky.

I could feel my own precum leaking and Ravi was sucking hard, trying to get every drop out of me as he moved up and down on me. A few seconds later Ravi began to shake harder and I knew that pretty son I would be rewarded with the fruits of my labour. Ravi's shaking turned to shudders and I began to feel my own orgasm approaching fast. I knew I wouldn't have a hope in hell of staving it off, and sure enough my butt began to bounce up and down on the bed. Ravi's moans became little cries and almost as I shot my load into his waiting mouth I felt the first shot of Ravi's semen in mine. For a slightly immature lad, he certainly produced a hell of a lot of boyjuice and I struggled hard to keep up with it. I was still pumping into him, and I felt a little of my own juice running down my cock, so I knew Ravi had some trouble coping. Eventually we both relaxed and I spun myself around to lie next to Ravi and as I leaned in to kiss him I just knew that he had saved some of my juice for me just as I had saved some of his for him.

That first kiss was wonderful, our juices mingling in our mouths as our tongues played together.

The next few days passed in a daze. A lot of it we spent naked together, a lot of it we spent in bed, sometimes just kissing and cuddling, sometimes more, although anal sex was still a delight to come, but that's another story.

The Horny Little Devil, Middlesex, England.

(HornyLittleDevil@playful.com)