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I WOULD STRONGLY ADVISE YOU TO READ `RAVI'S ARRIVAL' (NIFTY GAY/HIGH SCHOOL MAY 27TH 2008) FOR THE BACKGROUND TO THIS STORY IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY READ IT.
THE BIRTH OF RAVIKEN
You may remember that my parents have just left and will be away for a few days while they take my foster sister Jodie to see her mum. When I left you I had just closed the front door and I was in Ravi's arms, and I gave you a hint of what happened over the few days that we were alone together.
A lot of what happened will remain between Ravi and me, but I will tell you that we didn't explore a great deal of new ground during that short period. I'm sorry to disappoint some of you, but there is more to life than sex!
On the second morning of our being alone we were lying in bed together, having already carried out our morning ablutions. I had slipped downstairs while Ravi showered and made up a tray with a pot of tea, milk, sugar, etc and a mountain of toast, and as I entered the bedroom with the tray Ravi appeared from the bathroom, his Anglo-Indian tanned body looking distinctly glowing and fresh. So we were in bed together and as we munched our toast Ravi was looking distinctly pensive.
"A penny for your thoughts," I said, spraying him and the bedclothes with toast crumbs.
"You mucky bugger," Ravi said, "Ken, I was thinking, this money that mum left me. I want to use some of it towards my education. Dad had always said that we couldn't afford for me to go to college or university, but now that's all changed."
"Well," I began, "I'm staying on at sixth form, and if you like we'll see if we can get you enrolled as well. Are your grades up to scratch?"
"What do you think I am, a moron?" Ravi said with grin, "I'm all A's and B's if you must know."
"Great," I replied, "I'll have a word with Dad and see if we can sort it for you."
"Why involve your Dad?" Ravi asked,
"Because he's on the board of governors, and it's not WHAT you know, it's WHO you know." I said.
"Excellent," Ravi said, piling strawberry jam on to a slice of toast one-handed and spilling a blob very close to his left nipple (remember, Ravi had his lower arm in plaster as a result of his father's violence).
"Waste not, want not," I said, leaning over and licking it up from his beautiful body, teasing his nipple in the process which quickly became erect. Ravi moaned, whether from the delightful taste of the strawberry jam he was eating, or from what I was doing to his nipple, I'm not too sure.
"Oi, randy bugger," Ravi said, "can't you wait until after breakfast?"
"This is breakfast," I said in reply, turning my attention to the other nipple and running my hand over his hardening cock.
Munch -- Ravi bit into his next slice of toast. "You're not at all romantic are you?" I asked him, looking up
"Not when it comes to food," he replied, shoving a piece of jammy toast into my mouth, "now let me finish my breakfast in peace and THEN you can ravage my irresistible body," he added.
"Irresistible my foot," I said.
"Ken," Ravi said, pushing the breakfast tray aside, "your foot I find totally resistible. The rest of your body on the other hand ... ... ..." Well, this is one of the situations I mentioned earlier that are private between Ravi and myself, but I will say that we had to change the bed sheets afterwards, so you'll get the idea!!
That afternoon we were sitting in the living room, eating again (what else) when Ravi said, "You asked me this morning what I was thinking about, and I told you about wanting to continue my education, but what I was really thinking about was what we could do for the rest of the school holidays. Have you any ideas, Ken?"
"Well, there's always bed," I said.
"I'm SURE you're sex mad," he said.
"Guilty as charged, and proud of it," I said, rubbing the outside of his shorts.
"Pervert," he said, swiping at my hand with his plaster cast, but I managed to remove it in time and he succeeded in hitting himself in the balls. "OOOOOOOw, fuck," he said, "what did you do that for?"
"I didn't do anything," I said, "You just decided to wallop yourself. Here, let me kiss it better for you."
Ravi looked at me curiously for a moment. "Hmmmmmm, maybe later," he said. I could almost hear his brain ticking over ... and he had the cheek to call me a pervert!
"Seriously, Ken," he said, "I thought we might offer our services to do some gardening. I've read a lot of stories on the Nifty site and kids in America seem to do it all the time, so if it works over there, why shouldn't it work in the UK?"
I thought for a moment and said, "So you have your arm in plaster and you want to do some gardening, eh? I wonder why I get the idea that I'll be doing most of the work? Still, you may not have a bad idea there, and we could earn some pocket money at the same time."
"Listen, I'm only going to have this plaster on for a couple of weeks, and when it comes off I'll need the exercise to get my muscles up to scratch."
"You! ... Muscles! ... I don't think you see reality when you look in the mirror." I said, facetiously.
"No, listen, I've got a few ideas," Ravi began. "In the garage at home is all the equipment we could possibly need. Dad has always kept the garden nice and had all the equipment to do it. There's a ride-on mower, a walk-along mower, several strimmers, a few forks, spades and hand tools. It's all pretty old, but Dad always kept it in tip-top condition. The only problem is transporting it around. I could buy an old truck, but I've only got a provisional driving licence, so I wouldn't be able to drive it."
I stood, saying nothing, and then walked into the bedroom. When I came back into the living room I threw what I had retrieved from the bedroom into his lap. Ravi picked it up and looked over at me. "You've passed you driving test." He said.
"On my eighteenth birthday," I replied.
"Fantastic," he said, "If we go out and buy an old truck, we could use it for gardening and for running around in, as long as you don't mind doing the driving." Ravi said.
I pretended to give it some more thought, but deep down I was very, VERY excited about the prospect of having transport, and of earning some money. "But it's not really fair that you're putting all the money in. You should have the lion's share of the profit." I said.
"Bog off," said Ravi, "I couldn't do it with out a driver, so it's fifty-fifty, and I won't argue about it. Besides, we're a couple aren't we? What's mine is yours and what's yours is mine, so this (he grabbed my cock) is mine and I want it NOW!" And there followed another of those private moments which, when it was all over, resulted in both of us being naked and exhausted with grins on our faces.
"Come on," said Ravi after a few minutes rest, "we're going in search of a vehicle."
We dressed and caught a bus into town where we knew there were a couple of commercial vehicle dealers. The first one we called at were intent on the `hard-sell' approach and we simply turned our backs and walked away with shouts of "time wasters" and other less polite expressions following us.
The second dealer, however, could not have been more helpful. He introduced himself as Mike Clarke and after Ravi had explained what we needed a vehicle for, he took us first to see a Ford Transit, one of the most popular vans/trucks in Britain. Mike explained that although we might not need such a large vehicle to carry our equipment, we might need some extra space to haul away garden waste to the tip. Then he went to the other extreme and showed us a converted Vauxhall Astra which would barely hold the sit-on mower let alone any other equipment. Finally he showed us a Bedford Rascal, An in-between vehicle, fairly low to the road, with a tailboard that dropped down making it easy to drive the mower on board. It was advertised at £1,200 (that's 1200 English pounds in case the symbol doesn't work where you are). Ravi thought this was a bit high, although it did seem to be the ideal vehicle for us, and driving it would be almost as easy as driving a car, so it wouldn't tax me too much. Also it was painted with the previous owners' details. Mike said that he would have the vehicle repainted in our choice of colour free of charge, but still wanted £1,200 for it. Ravi and I had a private chat and felt it was time for me to negotiate.
"OK, final offer," I said, "We'll pay you £1,100 if you have the vehicle resprayed in green and have it sign-written with our company name."
"Which is ... ...?" Mike asked.
I looked at Ravi, he looked at me, then grinned and said, "RaviKen Services, with a capital `K' for the Ken part, and you can include our mobile phone numbers."
"OK, it's a deal," Mike said, "now, let's talk about finance. I assume that one or both of you are credit-worthy."
"Yes, we both are," said Ravi, "but I'd like to pay cash for the vehicle."
"Wow, that'll be fine," said Mike, "I'll make a couple of phone calls and find out how soon I can have it ready for you."
"Hold on," said Ravi, "I think we'd better test drive it first."
"OK, I'll just tell them in the office and get the keys," he said.
When he got back, Mike opened up the front and I climbed into the driving seat. There was only one other proper seat in the front, so Ravi sat on the engine block cover between the Mike and myself with his shorts-clad legs astride the gear lever. I started the vehicle up and it was quite noisy, but then it was a commercial vehicle and a diesel to boot. I pulled out on to the road and as I changed up into second gear I rubbed my hand along the inside of Ravi's thigh. Accidentally of course (and if you believe that, you'll believe anything).
It drove quite well, and every time I changed gear I managed to give Ravi a rub, and by the time we got back to the dealership I had the choice of two gear sticks, if you know what I mean. I said a silent prayer of thanks that he had not changed out of his shorts.
"Are you happy with it?" Ravi asked.
I looked at him, "Oh, the truck, yes, its fine," I said with a wicked smile. Ravi blushed and turned to Mike and said, "OK, it's a deal, we'll come in tomorrow with the cash, but we do need the truck as soon as possible so we can get the business under way."
"Right, I'll go and make those phone calls then," Mike said, "perhaps you'd like to wait in the Client's Lounge." He showed us into a pleasant room with a coffee machine and a water fountain and said he'd be back in ten minutes.
We looked around, saw that we wouldn't be overlooked and within seconds were in each other's arms, kissing deeply. I could feel his hardness against me and I began to stiffen up myself. We broke the kiss and Ravi grinned at me as he said, "You really are a wicked bugger, rubbing me up like that on the test drive."
"Are you complaining?" I asked
Instead of answering Ravi shook his head and leaned in for a second and more passionate kiss.
We helped ourselves to coffees from the machine and Mike came back about ten minutes later with a sheaf of papers in his hand. "I've pulled a few strings and I can have the truck ready for you on Monday morning. I've arranged for the spraying to be done tomorrow and the sign writer's going to work on Sunday for you, is that all OK?"
"That's great," Ravi said, "that would work out beautifully."
"OK," Mike said, "I've got some paperwork here for you to sign and while I get it sorted out, perhaps you could have a look at these samples and see what sort of font you'd want for the sign writing.
We flicked through the samples and settled on a fairly plain font so it would be easy to read, especially if people saw the vehicle on the move.
"I'd like to have everything in joint names," said Ravi, "after all we're partners in the business, so we should be joint-owners of everything." So Mike made out all the paperwork in both our names and we signed on the dotted line.
Jubilant, we stopped off on the way home at my favourite burger bar and treated ourselves to a serious overdose of junk food before completing the journey home. As we unlocked the front door I heard the phone ringing and when I picked it up I heard Dad's voice say, "You took your time answering."
"Sorry, Dad," I said, "we've only just got in. We've been out and about today. How's everything with you?"
"Everything's fine," Dad said, "Jodie's Mum has been fine and the hospital have told her she doesn't have to go back in until Sunday, and it would be a shame to take Jodie away from her, so if it's OK with you, we'll stay on here until then and we'll be home on Sunday afternoon."
"That's fine, Dad," I said, "and when you get back you might find a little surprise waiting for you." I was thinking off our new truck sitting in the driveway.
"What's that, then?" Dad asked.
"Nothing to worry about, Dad, just a surprise," I replied.
We said our good-byes and when I put the phone down Ravi took me in his arms and said, "I think it's going to be a GREAT summer. We'll be working together as well as living together and sleeping together. I don't think I could wish for any more. Now, I think we ought to get some flyers printed and maybe put an ad in the local paper. I've also got to get insurance arranged for the truck so when we go to pay for it tomorrow I'll have to make a note of the registration number and all the details."
"Well, we can design our own flyers on the computer and print them out ourselves. If we stick to black and white it shouldn't be too expensive. As far as insurance goes, my mum's brother is an agent. I'll give him a ring and see if he can give us a quote when we've got the details"
"Excellent, now, let's get this computer booted up and get this flyer sorted out."
We got the flyer sorted out, printed off a couple of hundred copies to give us a start then made some sandwiches and coffee and settled in front of the television, side by side for a few hours.
When bedtime came we took off the few clothes we were wearing and I got the shower going while Ravi got out the bag to put his plaster cast in. I helped him put it on and we showered together, each making sure the other was squeaky-clean. As we were drying ourselves off, Ravi turned to me and said, "You remember earlier on when I clonked myself in the balls with my cast?"
I laughed and said, "Yea, I said I'd kiss it better for you."
"Well, I think I may take you up on that tonight." He replied.
"Just try and stop me," I said as he led me into the bedroom.
We lay on the bed, first of all in one another's arms, the plaster cast, as usual, being a minor inconvenience, but within a few minutes we were getting pretty hot and bothered and I shuffled around and took Ravi's hard, tanned, beautiful cock in my mouth. I let it go briefly and kissed it up and down, round and round, asking him if I'd made him feel better yet. "Oh, yes, Ken, but please, please suck me again, I'm getting close already."
Not wanting to waste one drop of his precious offering, I hastily took him back in my mouth and began licking as I sucked. Ravi started moaning, and as he did he started sucking on my cock. His moaning created such a vibration as he sucked me that I was very soon close to cumming myself. We finally erupted in a frenzy of passion, inarticulate noises and plain down-to-earth sweat.
When we came down from our high, Ravi turned to me, put his hand on my chest and said, "Ken, I don't believe it can possibly get any better than that."
I grinned at him and said, "That was really, really special." We lay in companionable silence, hand in hand for what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few minutes.
"Ken, do you ever think about ... ... um ... ... going all the way?"
"Anal sex, you mean?" I asked, "I can't deny I've thought about it, but I'm in no hurry to do it -- unless you want to, that is."
"We seem to think the same way about so many things," Ravi said, "I feel the same. I want to do it some time, but I'm not really in any hurry. I've done a lot of reading about it on the internet and they say it helps if you prepare for it if you're going to ... going to ... ... I don't really know how to say it, but what I mean is if you're going to be the ... the ... Oh, shit, I might as well say it, if you're going to be the one to takes it up the arse." Ravi blushed as he said this last phrase, so I hugged him to show that I understood.
"I've never really thought about that," I said, telling a bit of a white lie, because I'd always imagined myself to be the dominant partner.
"From what I've read, some guys like it both ways, and some like to do one or the other." Ravi continued, "I've always thought I'd like to be the ... the ... well, I thought I'd like to be on top, but on the other hand, I'd really love to feel you inside me, so I guess I'd like it both ways. How about you?"
I gave it some thought for a minute and the realised that, like Ravi, I would probably like to be `versatile' as I'd heard it called. The thought of Ravi's cock inside me suddenly made me go hard again. "I'd never really thought about being fucked," I said, "but the thought of your cock inside me has done this to me," I said, taking his hand and placing it gently on my now steel-like member. Ravi gave me a squeeze and giggled.
"I suppose, then, we both ought to start preparing ourselves for the big day." Ravi said.
"Ravi," I replied, "every day is a big day now I'm with you." And to back this up, I took him in my arms and kissed him long and deep as I pressed my hard cock against his beautiful body."
The next thing I knew, sunlight was streaming in the window and I had the feeling that my bladder was about to burst. I looked at Ravi asleep beside me, and the urge to kiss him was overwhelming, even though I could smell his morning breath. I leaned across and gently kissed his lips, and then I gently licked the outline of his lips with my tongue. Without any warning that he was awake, he suddenly opened his mouth and gently closed his teeth over my tongue. My reaction was to quickly withdraw my tongue, and then to laugh. Well, we all know the result of laughter when you are desperate to pee, and this was no exception. As Ravi's laughter joined mine we both shot out of bed and just about made it to the toilet where we stood together fighting our erections so we didn't pee all over the floor. As it happened, we did spill a little which I wiped up as Ravi cleaned his teeth. I joined him at the sink and freshened myself up, and when I looked in the mirror he was standing there grinning at me. What could I do? I turned to him and took him in my arms and kissed him, our bodies pressed hard together as if trying to become one. Well, one day in the not too distant future, that would happen.
Our next thought, of course, was of food. Neither of us could be bothered to cook breakfast and it was a glorious morning, so we pulled on T-shits, shorts and sandals (and that's ALL we pulled on) and jumped on a bus to the nearest McDonalds where we ordered Sausage and Egg McMuffins, THREE EACH!!!! While we were there I got on my mobile phone and rang my Uncle Carl, the insurance agent and told him that Ravi and I needed a quote for insurance for the truck. He said that he could pop round to our house that afternoon around four o'clock and asked if we could have all the information to hand when he got there.
We got the bus back home and picked up some of Ravi's cash to pay for the truck. "Should we get properly dressed, or shall we stay as we are?" Ravi asked.
"Let's stay like this," I said, "it's lovely and warm out, and it's nice not to be restricted down below." Ravi laughed at my euphemism, but didn't comment. We caught the bus to the dealership and when we got there Mike was waiting for us with all the information we needed and while he was going through everything will us I saw another Bedford Rascal pull on to the forecourt outside.
"It's a shame we didn't see that one first," I said, "We wouldn't have had to have it resprayed. It would have been ideal."
Ravi looked out at the truck, and then looked down at the paperwork. "You idiot," he said, "it IS our truck, look at the registration number!"
Mike laughed and said, "Yea, I managed to get it resprayed last night and they finished polishing it off this morning. Looks good, doesn't it? I've got to inspect it, so do you want to come out with me and give it the once-over?"
We went out together and Mike gave the truck a good looking-over and everything seemed to be in order. What really impressed me was that the paintwork inside the cab had been sprayed to match the outside, so it looked as though green had been the original colour.
All three of us being satisfied, we went back inside and Ravi handed over the cash. We shook hands all round and arranged to pick the truck up on Monday morning at 10am.
The bus home was almost empty except for us, so we sat right at the back, Ravi by the window and me as close to him as I could get. I dropped my hand into his lap and began to massage what I found there. "You can't do that here!" Ravi said, nervously.
"Why not?" I asked, "there's nobody to see." I continued massaging and Ravi was soon hard, and as the legs of his shorts were pretty loose, and had ridden up when he sat down, I caught sight of his cock poking out. I just couldn't resist getting skin on skin, so I moved my hand downwards slightly and as my hand came into contact with Ravi's cock he gasped with delight. I carried on stroking him and before too long he said, "You'd better stop, Ken, I think I'm going to shoot any second."
Well, I had no intention of stopping now, and Ravi began to convulse, but to anybody looking it looked as though we were getting a jerky ride ... ... ... well, Ravi WAS!! I felt him grow in my hand and a few seconds later he shot his first rope straight on to the back of the seat in front, quickly followed by the second and third, then the remainder formed in a string as it fell to the floor. Where Ravi got the idea from, I'll never know, but instead or crying out as he usually did, he turned it into an enormous cough, which seemed to add more momentum to the speed with which he shot. The cough was so great and so convincing that the driver looked around to me when he stopped at the traffic lights and asked me, "Is your mate alright?"
"He's fine," I said, licking the remnants of Ravi's cum off my thumb, "just a nasty cough," I replied.
Ravi had another coughing fit trying to hide his hoot of laughter, but breathed in sharply as I ran my finger over his slit as his cock softened to clean off the rest of his cum and licked it. "What are we going to do about the mess?" asked Ravi, looking at his cum running down the plastic seat back and the mess on the floor.
"Not much we can do," I said, just leave it and hope nobody else sits here, or if they do let's hope they don't say anything to the driver."
Fortunately by the time we got to our stop Ravi's cock was back to normal, but as we got off the bus, you know how it is, that last drop of cum that had been nestling inside finally dripped out and ran down Ravi's right leg. He quickly stopped and ran his finger up his leg, gathering this cum, so I grabbed his hand and quickly licked his finger clean.
"Dirty bugger," Ravi said, grinning, "I don't know how you had the nerve to do that to me on the bus," he said.
"You're the one I was doing it to, you could always say no." I said.
"Ken, when you get hold of my cock, I just can't say no." he said, grinning.
We made a quick lunch when we got back and after eating we took our flyers and delivered them to some of the bigger houses in the area on the logical assumption that large houses mean large gardens, and that's where the money is. When we got home we were sweating and I mean SWEATING, so we stripped and showered, but couldn't fool around too much as we were expecting Uncle Carl very soon to give us the insurance quote. Carl is my mum's brother, but he's a lot younger than mum. In fact he's probably closer to my age. He's a bachelor, but often has a young lady in evidence, but on the other hand he always shows a great deal of interest in me when he visits and I've suspected several times that he might be gay.
Carl arrived at the appointed time and I saw that he had a new car, a BMW coupe no less, and he was dressed casually in a nicely tailored short-sleeved shirt, shorts and sandals. When I opened the door to him he said, "Hiya, Ken, I hope you don't mind, I popped home and changed before coming," Carl said, "if there's one thing I can't stand it's sweaty balls." Then he looked over my shoulder and saw Ravi standing there. "Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't realise you had company, please forgive my bad language," he said, blushing.
"This is Ravi, Carl, Carl, this is my friend, foster brother and business partner, Ravi."
As they shook hands Ravi said, "Pleased to meet you, Carl, and I have to agree with you ... ... about the balls, I mean." They both burst out laughing and the ice was broken.
"Carl, Ravi and I are going into business as gardeners. We're going to work all through the holidays and then maybe at weekends when school starts again, but we've bought a vehicle that we need to insure, so that's why you're here."
"Great," said Carl, opening his brief case and sitting at the kitchen table, "let's have some details." I went into the sitting room and got the information while Ravi put the kettle on . "What happened to your arm, Ravi?" Carl asked.
"My Dad got a bit rough with me and this is the result," Ravi replied.
"Why on earth did he do that?" Carl asked.
"Because that's the sort of man he is. That's why I'm here being fostered. Although I'm eighteen the social worker thought it wasn't a good idea to leave me on my own, so she asked Ken's parents to take me in for a while."
"Wow, what a bastard," said Carl. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to ... ... I mean ... ..."
"Don't worry, Carl," I said, "Ravi's under no illusions about his father, anyway here are the details for the truck."
"Ah, a Rascal," Carl said, "I can do you a good deal on this." As Carl started calculating our insurance premium Ravi poured the tea and we sat down opposite Carl. Out of habit we were sitting as close together as we could, thigh to thigh on the kitchen bench.
"Are you going to leave the gardening equipment on the truck overnight? Carl asked.
"If we do, we'll leave it in my garage," Ravi replied.
Carl turned his attention back to the job, but then looked up at us, grinned and winked, then carried on calculating. I looked at Ravi and he looked at me, both of us wondering why Carl grinned at us like that. "Carl, what was so amusing?" I asked.
Carl put his pen down, looked up at us, cleared his throat nervously and said, "you two are more than just friends, aren't you?"
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"Have you ever heard of Gaydar?" he asked.
"Only on the internet ... ... ... ..." began Ravi before turning a deep shade of red, realising that he had just about outed himself. "Shit," he whispered quietly.
"Hey, don't worry," said Carl, "it was pretty obvious the way you were sitting anyway. It looked as though anyone would have to prise you apart with a crowbar if they had a mind to."
"Carl, how do you know about Gaydar?" I asked, apparently innocently.
"Oh, come on, Ken, I've noticed you look at me strangely several times, but until today I never realised that you might be gay as well."
"Well, I can't deny it, Carl, and you're right, I did suspect that you might be gay several times in the past."
"Yea, I've known I was gay from about 10 years old, but I didn't dare ever to come out to your grandma and granddad, they'd have killed me. Do your mum and Dad know about you?"
"Yea, I came out to them a while back. Dad's great with it, but I think Mum hopes that I'll grow out of it and will become normal, whatever that is."
"And do they know that you and Ravi are ... ... a couple?" Carl asked.
"Yes, they do, and they've taken it remarkably well." I replied.
"What about your parents, Ravi?" he asked.
"You must be bloody joking," Ravi laughed. "Mum died a while back, but she would never have stood for it. As for Dad, he nearly killed me anyway, so I wouldn't stand a snowball in hell's chance if I ever came out to him."
"Well, congratulations, boys, I'm delighted that you've found one another." Carl said.
"What about you, Carl, have you got a partner?" Ravi asked.
"At long last I really think I've found the one," Carl said. "For a number of years my love life was like a disaster area. Every relationship fell apart, and probably a lot of it was my fault because I have wandering eyes and they tend to lock on to any attractive young man in the vicinity. Hey, would you two like to meet him?"
I looked at Ravi, he nodded back at me and nodded. "How about we all go out for dinner tonight, my treat," Carl said. "I should be able to afford it after you've heard how much your insurance is going to cost." I made as if to attack him but he laughed and said, "Whoa, just kidding, just kidding."
In fact, Carl named a figure which seemed extremely reasonable, especially considering my age, so we signed the papers, paid the money and Carl said, "OK, boys, if you'd like to get changed for this evening, I'll take you back to my place, you can meet Emilio and I can get changed."
"Emilio?" I asked.
"He's Puerto Rican. There's not much of him, but what there is is absolutely gorgeous!!"
"Wow, we'll be like the league of nations tonight." Ravi joked. "Come on, Ken, let's get showered and changed. What should we wear, Carl?"
"Oh, something cool but smart," he replied. "Short sleeved shirt and slacks should be fine. Keep the bare feet and sandals, it's going to be a warm evening."
Ravi and I went upstairs and stripped off our shorts and T-shirts. Ravi started the shower going and as he came out of the bathroom I took him into my arms and we kissed, our bodies pressed together.
"You know, you two look great together," came a voice from the doorway. I looked up and saw Carl standing there staring at our naked bodies. At first I was embarrassed, even horrified, but secretly I was pleased that he had caught us unawares.
Ravi, on the other hand, brazenly turned to him, bowed low and said, "why, thank you kind sir," totally unashamed and unabashed. He took me by the hand and pulled me into the bathroom. I made to close the door, but Ravi whispered, "no, leave it open, I want him to see us."
I put a plastic bag over Ravi's cast and we began our ablutions and were washing one another as usual, and I'd just cultivated a really great erection when Carl's voice said, "Hey, do you mind if I join you in there? It'll save time when we get back to my place. I can phone Emilio and tell him to get showered and ready, and the all I have to do is change my clothes.
I have to confess that I panicked, but Ravi said, "sure, Carl, there's plenty of room in here."
"RAVI," I said, "I've got a stiffie, and the last thing I want is for my uncle to see me like this."
Too Late -- Carl's head appeared round the shower screen and when he looked at my extremely stiff member he grinned, and then the rest of his body appeared around the screen and for the first time I saw my uncle naked. As I've said, he wasn't that much older than me, but he was certainly a bit hairier, and his body hair was a sort of reddish-blond, rather sexy if the truth were told. What really interested me, as if I need to tell you, was dangling between his legs, and I mean dangling!! It must have been almost nine inches long and his balls hung really low. Of course, I hadn't been able to help myself and I had been staring at Carl and it was only when I looked back at his face that I noticed he was examining Ravi and me with equal interest, and then when I looked down at his cock again it certainly seemed to be a little chubbier than it had been a few seconds ago.
Ravi seemed totally unfazed by all of this, and I realised suddenly that his hand was washing my butt, and his finger was creeping into my crack. When it passed over the entrance to my love chute I almost lost it and my knees went weak. Fortunately Ravi managed to grab me with his good arm to stop me falling, and the next thing I knew I was in Carl's arms, my hard cock pressed between his thighs and his hardening cock pulsing against my stomach.
"Whoa, steady Ken," Carl said.
"Sorry, Carl, I got a bit ummm ... ... ... carried away." I managed to mumble.
"Not surprising when you've got a hunk like Ravi massaging your love canal," Carl said. I eased myself away from him and could see that he was now considerably aroused, but although he had got chubbier there was no increase in length. When he saw me looking at him again he said, "I'm a shower, not a grower, you won't see a lot of difference between soft and hard, but I can feel a world of difference. Emilio is the exact opposite. When he's soft his cock is almost like a little boy's, except for the hair, especially as he's such a little guy, but when he gets hard, which is often I have to say, you can see he's a real man."
I was now a lot more comfortable being naked with Carl and when we stepped out of the shower and Ravi began drying my back, Carl took his towel and began rubbing my chest. My cock had begun to soften, but was soon back to full mast, and when the precum began to ooze from the end I noticed Carl raise his eyebrows, and then he said, "Ravi, I think you'd better come around this side and take care of this, it looks as though your boyfriend could do with a little help here."
Ravi dropped his towel and came around to see what Carl was talking about. When he saw my precum he dropped to his knees and shamelessly took my cock into his mouth. My knees began to weaken again and Carl quickly grabbed me and came around behind me, put his hands under my arms and leaned me back against him while Ravi continued his ministrations.
I could feel my orgasm approaching and as I leaned back against Carl I could feel his cock getting harder and harder. I began to moan louder and louder as my feelings built and the moment of truth got closer. Ravi was masturbating himself as he sucked me and I could tell by his spasming body that he wasn't far away himself.
"Ho, yes," I murmured as I began to lose control. Ravi moaned and the vibration shot through my cock making the feeling more intense and I couldn't help but writhe against Carl's hard cock, which was now rubbing in between the cheeks of my arse. Carl began to breathe unevenly into my ear and this soon turned to groans of delight followed by long anguished cry as I felt his warm juices shoot up against the small of my back and run down into my arse crack. A millisecond later I felt Ravi's come explode against my legs just as I shot the first of my own juices into the back of his throat.
The three of us were soon kneeling together on the floor, fighting to get our breath back, all three grinning from ear to ear. "Thanks, boys," Carl said, that was fantastic. It's a long time since I've cum like that, just by rubbing up against someone. You're a really sexy couple of lads and I can't wait until Emilio sees you. I think you'll really turn him on too. Speaking of Emilio, I must give him a call and tell him to get ready for going out tonight. He'll be thrilled. He loves eating out." We used wash cloths to clean ourselves up and then we went through into our bedroom. Carl disappeared to find his mobile phone, and then my own mobile phone rang. When I answered it, an unfamiliar voice said, "Hi, is that RaviKen?"
I was taken aback as I'd never heard anybody else use the name before. "Yes, this is RaviKen, Ken Carpenter speaking."
"Hi Ken, My name is Maurice Hornsby and I'm wondering if you can help me. We've just moved into a new house. It has an enormous garden which is in a bit of a mess. I don't really have the time to spend on it myself, and my wife can't manage the heavy work. We spoke yesterday about finding a gardener and when your flyer popped through the door it seemed too good to be true. Do you think you'd be willing to take it on?"
"I don't see why not, Mr Hornsby, can I just have a quick word with my ... er ... my partner?" I asked.
"Sure, Ken, I'll hold on," he said. I told Ravi what Mr Hornsby had said and he suggested that we go and have a look at the job the following Tuesday, once the truck was on the road.
"Hi, Mr Hornsby, we'd like to come along on Tuesday morning and have a look at the garden, then we'll let you know whether we can take it on or not and talk about exactly what needs to be done, together with a timescale and maybe talk about charges. Would that suit you?"
"I think that will be OK, Ken. I won't be around next week and my wife will be away until later in the week, but my son Peter will be here and he'll be able to make any decisions on that score. So that's Tuesday morning, shall we say nine o'clock?"
"Nine o'clock it is," I replied. I took details of the address and we said our good-byes.
I told Ravi the arrangements and he said, "we can call tonight a celebration dinner.
"Celebrating what? Asked Carl as he walked back though the door, his cock good and hard.
"Looks as though you're ... excited about something," I said.
Carl looked down and smiled sheepishly, "I get like that whenever I speak to Emilio," he said.
We told Carl about our first job and he asked where it was. When we told him he said, "Wow, that is a seriously rich area. I think you can reckon on a big garden there, and if you do a good job and can get more work in the area, you've got it made. I have a lot of insurance work in the area, so maybe I can help spread the word."
"That would be fantastic, Carl," I said as I pulled out some clothes to wear for the evening. "How about we print off some more of our flyers and give them to you."
"Fantastic," said Carl, as long as you do a good job and keep your noses clean, you'll make a killing."
We dressed and drove over to Carl's house. As we got out of his BMW the front door opened and a dark-skinned boy appeared. At first he looked about fourteen or fifteen, but when Carl introduced him as Emilio we realised that this was Carl's boyfriend. I went to shake hands with him, but he opened his arms and hugged me, and I mean HUGGED, really close, then he did the same to Ravi, who grinned at me over Emilio's shoulder. Emilio certainly seemed like a nice friendly guy. Carl disappeared, saying he was going to change and Emilio offered us a cold drink. We chatted with him in the kitchen and found out that he was, in fact, twenty-two years old, two years younger than Carl, and that he worked as an interior designer. He had a really thick accent which I found quite sexy, but his actual use of English was excellent. He had come from Puerto Rico to study art and had managed to exploit a loophole in the law and stay on here. He became the lover of an older married man in quite a prominent position under the pretext of redesigning the man's house. When the job was complete the guy's wife found them together in a `compromising position' (the guy had his cock up Emilio's butt at the time). She threatened her husband with public exposure if he didn't immediately dump Emilio, and Emilio was out on his ear. The guy felt a bit guilty about this and secured a couple of design contracts for Emilio, and his business took off from there. He had been quoting a couple for redesigning their new house when Carl had been there quoting them for insurance. Carl's Gaydar had kicked off and he liked the look of Emilio so he invited him out for a drink and the rest, as they say, was history.
Carl reappeared wearing a crisp white shirt and a pair of very, very tight fitting leather trousers. "Wow, you look great, lover," Emilio said.
"You certainly do, Carl" Ravi said, "but won't you have a problem with sweaty balls?" I couldn't believe Ravi's forwardness, but Carl HAD used the term earlier in the day.
"He certainly will," said Emilio, "but don't worry about it, I'll soon clean him up ... ... with this," and he poked his tongue out, waggling it up and down.
"EMILIO," said Carl, "you're giving our secrets away now." Then he turned to us and said, "Emilio has a thing about the smell of my sweaty body, it really turns him on. So if it gets me a good night's sex, I don't mind being uncomfortable for a couple of hours. Now, where would you like to eat, what sort of food would you like?"
"I'm easy," I said.
"Carl asked about your choice of food, not your sexual preference," Ravi said, laughing, "personally, I really don't mind, I'll eat anything." He continued.
"Grab a mouthful of this then," I said, pretending to unzip my flies.
"Children, children," said Carl, "how about we go to an Italian restaurant owned by a gay-friendly couple we know, then maybe we'll go on to a gay club."
"Sounds good to me," Ravi and I said in unison, neither of us ever having been to a club before, let alone a gay one.
"OK, I'm going to phone for a cab because I want to enjoy a few drinks tonight." Carl said.
The cab arrived ten minutes later and we were whisked away to a very nice restaurant about twenty minutes away. Carl and Emilio were greeted by the owners like old friends and Carl introduced us to them. They showed us to a semi-private booth and gave us menus, then left us alone to decide what we were having.
We ordered our food and Carl ordered a bottle of Champagne to celebrate our first job and we all had a glass. I don't know about the law where you are, but here in the UK you can legally drink (and buy booze) at eighteen, so we were all legal, although both Ravi and I were not regular drinkers, Ravi having seen the harm it can do with his father, and me because I don't particularly like the taste of it, but I drank the Champagne slowly and felt quite merry afterwards. The food was unbelievably good, I had veal and spaghetti, and I was persuaded to have a glass of wine with it, which I must say I enjoyed immensely, although Ravi watched me drink with some apprehension -- he stuck to orange juice after the one glass of Champagne. I assumed he was worried that I might become violent like his Dad, but I found out afterwards that he was frightened I might throw up and he didn't want to clear up after me, practical to the end is Ravi.
We all had tiramisu for pudding (more booze) and Emilio smoked a cigar over coffee. Of course, this was before smoking was banned in public places in Britain. We chatted for what seemed like hours and the owners came and joined us after everybody else had gone and they brought the brandy bottle over with them with them. I had never tasted a spirit before, but after the initial cough and splutter, I quite liked the taste. Even Ravi agreed to have a brandy and we were both very merry by the time Carl paid the bill and we moved on to the club.
The club in question was within staggering distance and was called The Blue Ginger Pie'. Carl and Emilio were greeted like old friends and it was all kissy-kissy from the start, and when he introduced Ravi and I, we were treated in the same way. Emilio went off to get the drinks while Carl found us a table. As we walked though the club I noticed that Ravi and I were attracting a lot of attention and when we sat at the table Carl told us that if we were approached by anybody, and we certainly would be, we were to just say that we were taken'. He said that if any guy persisted with us after that, we were just to say `leave me alone, or I'll call my minder' and if that didn't work, to scream at the top of our voices. That, he said, would definitely have the desired effect. Emilio appeared with a couple of bottles of wine and four glasses and poured us each a drink. There was also a large bottle of water so Ravi diluted his wine down before he drank it.
A few minutes later Ravi said he was going to the toilet, and as he walked towards it he was stopped and spoken to by a leather-clad guy. I watched as Ravi said something and shook his head and carried on towards the toilet. Just as he got there he was stopped and spoken to again, and again he shook his head. The other guy said something else and Ravi again shook his head and laughed, then disappeared into the toilet. After a few minutes another guy came out of the toilet shaking his head, and Ravi appeared a little while later, grinning. As he walked back towards us he was stopped yet again, this time by a younger guy and they had quite a chat before Ravi finally nodded towards our table and walked away from him. The other guy looked after him with obvious lust in his eyes.
Ravi sat down, smiled and said, "Do you know, I could be earning a fortune tonight if I was on the game."
"WHAT?" I said.
"Well, two of those guys, including the one I met in the loo wanted to pay me to have sex with them for money," he said, grinning.
"I stood up, ready to fight every one of them, but Carl grabbed me and sat me down again and said, "Ken, it's only to be expected. A lot of lonely gay guys come here hoping that they might meet somebody to spend the night with, and when they don't, they get desperate and try to pick up the rent boys who also come here to pick up tricks. As soon as you walk away from this table, Ken, it will be the same with you, so just calm down and let it go."
I sat for a moment, thinking, then realised how lucky I was to have Ravi all to myself. "I'm sorry, everybody, I over-reacted there, I think."
"Don't worry about it, sweetie," said Ravi camply, "just remember that if you want me in your bed tonight it's going to cost you £100.
This broke the atmosphere and we all sat and laughed. "Maybe it wasn't such a great idea coming here," Carl said.
"Well, whatever we do, now I have to go for a pee," I said, and stood to go to the loo. I swayed slightly and sat down again, stood, swayed and my legs buckled and I ended up in Emilio's lap.
"I think he's had enough," Emilio said, laughing.
"Hey, I've got to pee, and soon," I said. Emilio helped me to my feet and together we staggered towards the toilet. Once in there I felt a lot better, but there was still the problem of negotiating my zip, but I just didn't seem to be able to coordinate my right hand with my left. Desperation set in and I began the `pee dance' that you often see little boys doing when they have to go.
"Oh, for God's sake," said Emilio and unzipped my trousers for me, then reached inside and pulled out my cock which spurted forth immediately. "Good job you went commando," Emilio said, "I don't think we'd have made it otherwise." I looked at him and saw that he had the darkest brown eyes I had ever seen. My cock started to harden in Emilio's hand and I leaned in to him for the lightest and briefest of kisses.
"Hey," he said, "If we don't stop this now there are two guys out there who are going to be very, very angry and disappointed with us, and I believe that neither of us would be very happy with what might have happened when we sober up."
I looked at him again and realised that this wasn't at all what I wanted. I wanted my Ravi. "Quick, let's get back to them," I said, "I'm sorry, Emilio, this was all my fault."
"Ken, it happened. It was on the spur of the moment. It meant nothing and it's going nowhere. You love Ravi and I love Carl and that's what really matters. We're just two friends who are getting to know one another, and now we know each other a little better. I'm not going to say that it won't happen again, because it probably will, but as long as we know where our allegiances lie it won't mean anything."
I smiled at Emilio feeling much sobered, kissed him demurely on the cheek and said, "Thanks, bud." And we wandered back to the others, hand in hand.
"You're very friendly," said Ravi, smiling.
"Yea, thanks to Emilio I've just realised how very much I love you, Ravi. If it's alright with you I think I'll phone for a cab to take us home ... ... to bed," I said with a lustful grin.
"How about we all get a cab and you guys can stay at our place tonight," said Carl. I looked at Ravi and he raised his eyebrows and nodded, so I nodded at Carl and he ordered the cab. The cab company were pretty busy so the cab would be about half an hour, and there was still some wine in one of the bottles, so we finished it up, then stood outside the club until the cab arrived. I stood hand in hand with Ravi and we got a few strange glances from straight passers-by, which would probably have worried me had I been totally sober, but I just stared back at them and they soon looked away.
We got back to Carl's place and sat in the living room while Emilio and Carl went into the kitchen to make coffee and snacks. When they came back in Ravi and I were in one another's arms, but separated when we smelt the pizza that they had popped in the oven and was now ready. As well as coffee there were bottles of water of which Carl advised we drink at least one each to help avoid waking up with hangovers, especially as we weren't used to drinking, so Ravi and I downed a bottle each before eating, then we all tucked into the pizza and drank our coffee, then we drank another bottle of water each and Carl showed us to our room.
"Don't worry if you hear `things that go bump in the night," he said, "Emilio and I are pretty wild when we make love. I assume you sleep naked, or do you want something to sleep in?" he asked.
"No, nothing," said Ravi.
"OK, I'd better go and let Emilio get into my trousers, sweaty balls and all. Goodnight, boys, have fun." He said and left.
Within ten seconds we had stripped and were in bed. The bed was much softer than mine and we rolled around until we got used to it, then snuggled together and kissed. Ravi was very quiet for a while and them he sat up and said, "Ken, I want to ask you a question, but I want you to promise you won't be upset."
I was intrigued, but I sat up with him and said, "OK, Ravi, but I don't think anything you could ask would upset me."
"OK, here goes," he began, "When you went to the toilet and Emilio went with you, did anything happen in there?"
I panicked for a moment but said, "why do you ask?"
"Well," he said, "when you came out of there you were grinning like a Cheshire cat, and then you told me that you'd just realised how much you loved me."
I decided to be perfectly straight with Ravi and told him exactly what had gone on in there, even to Emilio holding my cock and me kissing him, and exactly what Emilio had said about feeling guilty. When I had finished he looked at me and said, "Thank you, Ken, thank you for telling me the truth. I love you so much and that proves to me that you really love me too. Emilio's a lovely guy, and I think I could easily fall in love with him myself if I didn't have you, but you're everything I need, Ken."
I leaned in and kissed Ravi deeply and pulled him back down on to the bed. We could hear Carl and Emilio in the next room going at it hammer and tongs, and I started giggling. It was only a moment before Ravi was laughing too and before we knew it we were totally helpless with laughter, and with the laughter came the urgent need to pee, especially after two bottles of water each as well as the coffee and everything else we had had to drink. We struggled out of the soft bed and wandered naked to the toilet together. As we peed we kissed and almost hugged one another, but stopped ourselves -- and a flood -- in the nick of time.
After washing our hands we wandered back to our bedroom and once in bed gravitated into each other's arms, continuing our kiss, and hugging until we fell asleep with no thought of any kind of sex.
The next thing either of us knew was the smell of coffee and Carl saying, "come on, sleepy-heads, time to rise and shine, although judging from the outlines under that sheet, at least one of you has already risen." Carl put the tray down on the bedside cabinet and waited until we dragged ourselves into consciousness. He was fresh from the shower and was wearing a bathrobe which he hadn't bothered to tie, and he looked delicious. I know he's my uncle, but hey, what's wrong with a bit of incest?
"I have to pee," said Ravi, sliding out of bed and heading for the door.
"I'll join you," I said, following him.
"Emilio's in the shower, but the door's open," Carl said, "don't worry, you won't embarrass him."
We walked into the bathroom and began to empty our bladders when we heard, "Hey, good morning, guys," in Emilio's sexy Puerto Rican accent, "did you sleep well?" he asked as he turned off the shower and stepped around the screen an grabbed a towel. Emilio was really something. He looked like a well-built 15 year-old but with hair everywhere he could have it. I don't mean he was a bear, far from it, bur he WAS hairy and it WAS sexy, but his cock was rather like a younger kid's little pee-pee.
Both Ravi and I were already hard, but when we looked at his sexy little body, we got even harder, and it seemed to be catching as his little-boy cock slowly began to turn into a man-size weapon, not out of proportion with the rest of his body, but certainly worthy of his age. He CERTAINLY was a grower.
"It looks as though you like what you see, eh boys?" he said, grinning from ear to ear, "well, the feeling's mutual, you're a couple of good-looking guys, and you look great together."
We went back to our room and threw on yesterday's clothes and finished the coffee we had left there. Carl called to us that he had an appointment in our general direction, so he would give us a lift home if we would be ready in ten minutes. We asked him if he could drop us at Ravi's house as we were going to spend the day looking over the gardening equipment there and decide what we were going to carry around with us. It would largely be a case of trial and error as we had no idea what needs we might come up against.
Carl gave us a quick peck on the cheek when he dropped us off and told us to get in touch if we needed any advice or help with our life together, and he also said he'd be in touch if he found any work for us.
After we had waved him good-bye Ravi unlocked the garage and I could see there was indeed a huge amount of equipment in there, all pretty old but in excellent condition. Ravi started up the ride-on mower and drove it around the garden, then he tried the walk-along and that seemed to be fine too. I sorted through a lot of the tools and put the best two of everything to one side and when we had finished it looked as though all the small equipment would fit on the truck with either one of the mowers.
We arrived home in the early evening, grubby and exhausted. I put a couple of ready meals in the oven and we showered together while they were heating. Of course, the usual' happened in the shower and we both experienced shattering orgasms. With towels around our waists we sat and ate our meals and watched the news on TV. Then, utterly exhausted we retired to bed. We were asleep within minutes, huddled together but both woke at around 2 am to pee and then we spent another private time' that I don't need to tell you about, but I will say that it lasted almost an hour and we both ended up with shit-eating grins and very, very limp cocks.
The following morning we were up bright and early to get the house tidied ready for Mum and Dad's homecoming with Jodie that afternoon.
Ravi suggested that we might have something ready for them to eat, and said that his mother had taught him to cook authentic Indian food, so he wandered down to the shops and got all the ingredients he needed. He's decided to cook a lamb dish and as soon as he came home he started preparing everything. Once everything was on the stove the whole house exploded with the smell of spices and my mouth was watering non-stop. Once everything was part-cooked Ravi transferred it into the slow-cooker, which he set to low, and said that it could stay like that until they arrived home, no matter how long it took. In fact, the longer it cooked the better it would be. The only things he would have to cook when they arrived were the rice and the naan bread, although that just had to be reheated.
I had just put the vacuum cleaner away when the car pulled into the driveway at about 4.30 in the afternoon. Jodie came flying out and ran straight to me and gave me a huge hug, and then did the same to Ravi, the whole time telling us that she'd had a great time with her mum and that her mum would soon be coming home for good. Mum and Dad got out of the car slowly and when I looked at them, the change in them was enormous. They looked totally relaxed and rested and were smiling broadly. Mum gave me a hug while Dad got the luggage out of the boot, then much to my surprise she went to Ravi and gave him a hug too. Dad called us over to give him a hand with the luggage and as we came up to him he put an arm around each of our shoulders and said, "Guys, your mum and I have had some long, serious chats while we've been away, and I just want to tell you that we are both totally okay with you two now. If it's okay with you, Ravi, we'd like you to call us mum and dad from now on, but if that's a problem, we'll understand."
Ravi looked up with tears in his eyes and whispered, "thanks, Dad. No, actually that's not a good idea, it has bad associations. Maybe I could call you Pops?"
"That would be great, thanks Ravi," Dad said, "Now what about mum, are you okay with that?"
Ravi thought for a few long moments. "I think I'd prefer an alternative. My mum was great and she'll always be my mum, but I can't think of anything off-hand without it sounding strange."
"How about `Ma'," said mum's voice behind us, "that's what my mother caller her mother. They came from the north of England and it's quite common up there."
"Wow, yea, I like that," said Ravi, "Thanks Ma, thanks, Pops."
"Now, what was that wonderful smell in the house?" asked Mum.
"I hope you don't mind, Ma, but my mum taught me how to cook real Indian curries and I thought I'd like to have a meal ready for you coming home. I just have to cook the rice and heat the naan bread when you're ready to eat."
"Well, I wasn't hungry when I arrived, but smelling the food, I'm ravenous now," Mum said.
"Okay, give me twenty minutes and the food will be on the table. Ken, you can be sous-chef, come on." Ravi didn't actually need any help in the kitchen, he just wanted to have me with him. As he stood at the cooker I stood behind him, my arms around him and my head on his shoulder watching his every move, and that's how Mum and Dad found us.
"Remember when you used to do that to me?" Mum asked.
"Oh, yes," said Dad.
"But I wonder if Ravi can feel in his back what I used to feel in mine." Mum said.
I pushed my hips forward, pressing my hard cock into Ravi's crack. "Oh, yes," said Ravi, turning red, "I can feel it alright." This made me blush even more than him, and made Mum and Dad hoot with laughter.
Mum and Dad set the table and soon we were tucking in to Lamb Passanda and Rice with Naan Bread. I thought that Ravi had overcatered, but by the time everybody had had their fill, and gone back for more, the dishes were empty and Ravi was congratulated by everybody, including Jodie who had never eaten curry before but had eaten two huge platefuls.
We loaded the dishwasher while Mum made coffee, then we all sat in the living room and we filled Mum and Dad in with our plans for the holidays, including Ravi's windfall. Ravi said that he would pay his keep from our earnings, and said that he would have a word with the Social Worker next time she got in touch to see whether there was some sort of grant he could get as he was staying on school. Dad said that that wouldn't really be necessary, and that he and mum would be happy to support both of us until we finished college. We also asked Dad about getting Ravi into Owens (my school) and he said he'd sort it out for us during the coming week. We planned a quiet day at home the following day, Monday, knowing that we'd be busy from Tuesday onwards if our plans came to fruition.
Well, I guess that's about all for now. If you'd like me to write about the job at the Hornsby's, and especially Peter Hornsby, then send me an Email to:
HornyLittleDevil@playful.com