The usual disclaimers apply: don't read if you are prohibited by location, are under legal age, or if you are likely to be offended by explicit descriptions of gay sex. The story is pure fiction and is not based on any actual events.
Gymnopedies July 2005 gym@softhome.net
School Discipline - Michael 5 =============================
Will had some "head boy" duties to take care of after school on Friday, so by the time he arrived at the pool, swimming practice was well under way. He took a seat in the spectators' gallery, a raised up area on one side of the pool providing bench type seating. There were several small groups of students watching the practise, most of them girls, no doubt come to ogle the boys in their skimpy speedos; Will had to agree that there was indeed plenty of ogle. There were about a dozen boys present at the practice, and in Will's opinion, most of them could aptly be described as hot. The hottest of them all though had to be Michael. The sixteen year old was one of the smaller boys in terms on build; his slim torso didn't have quite the developed musculature of some of the older teens. But to Will, there was something about Michael that made him stand out from the rest. There was a certain nervous tension about the boy that for Will translated directly into sexual tension. The prefect thought back to the previous evening when he'd had Michael naked in his bedroom, and the memory, given fuel by the sight of the boy standing on the poolside wearing next to nothing, caused his cock to rapidly harden.
The teacher in charge, Mr. Skelton, blew on a whistle and barked an instruction and Michael and three of the other boys immediately stepped up to the edge of the pool. Another blast on the whistle and they tensed, ready to dive. A third blast and in they went.
Even though it was only a practice, Will found himself gripping the edge of his seat, mentally urging Michael onwards, having to fight to resist the temptation to stand up and shout encouragement. It was only a short race, just a sprint, taking in two lengths of the pool, and Michael finished in second place. The boy seemed pleased with his performance, and after he'd heaved himself out of the pool, he turned and made brief eye contact with Will, giving the older teen a grin. It seemed, however, that not everyone was satisfied. As Michael reached for his towel, Skelton came up behind him, a scowl on his face. He grabbed Michael's shoulder and spun the boy around to face him. There followed a good deal of shouting and arm waving as Skelton verbally lashed out at the youngster. Will couldn't make out was being said, but it was obvious from the erratic gesticulation that Skelton was unhappy with some aspect of Michael's technique. Throughout the barrage, Michael looked furious, but kept his mouth firmly closed, which if anything, seemed to make Skelton even more furious. The encounter came to an abrupt end when the teacher roughly pushed the flat of his hand against Michael's chest, hard enough to cause the boy to stagger, before storming off.
Will found himself on his feet, his fists clenched at his sides. He was fuming, and at that moment would have happily punched Skelton in the mouth, had he been close enough. He made his way along to the end of the spectators' gallery and then down the steps to the pool level.
"You OK?" Will asked Michael, as he reached the boy.
"Yeah, fine," Michael replied, draping his towel over his shoulders. He glanced round at the teacher, who was now at the other side of the pool, and shook his head. "Skelton was just being a jerk, as usual."
"He was being more than a jerk," Will scowled. "He shouldn't have put his hands on you like that."
Michael shrugged. "He doesn't like me and he's looking for an excuse to get me off the team again. Don't worry; I can take anything he can dish out."
"He still shouldn't have touched you," Will repeated. "He should be reported."
"You think that would do any good?" asked Michael, cynically. "I'm a trouble maker, remember, and he's a teacher. The worst that would happen to him is that he'd be told to be more careful, and that would make him worse than ever."
"But..."
"It's not worth it. Forget about it." Michael insisted.
Will gave a sigh. "Yeah, you're right." He was surprised about how mature Michael was being about the situation, especially when he himself was mad enough to try to punch the man's lights out. "You still coming round later?"
"Sure. There's about twenty minutes of the practise left, then I'll need to get showered and changed."
"Want me to wait while you change? We can walk back together."
"No, you go on ahead." Michael gave a half grin. "It wouldn't do my cred any good being seen hanging around with the Head Boy all the time."
Will returned to his seat in the spectators' area and settled down to watch the rest of the practice. The remainder of the session passed without major incident; the boys worked at diving into the water, encouraged along by Mr. Skelton, whose coaching technique appeared to consist mainly of bellowing at the top of his lungs. As the session came to an end and the boys all went off to the changing rooms, Will headed off home. He'd been tempted to follow Michael into the changing area, knowing that if he did so there would be a good chance of seeing some of the boys naked, but had immediately dismissed the idea; hanging around the changing rooms without a proper reason for being there would quickly get him a reputation he'd rather not have.
Arriving home, Will found himself unable to settle as he waited for Michael to get there. He tried to do various things, but all he could think about was Michael. The boy finally arrived at almost five-thirty and the two teens went up to Will's bedroom.
"Skelton give you any more trouble after I'd gone?" Will asked.
"No, he pretty much ignored me once the practice ended," said Michael. "I think he wants to pretend I'm not there."
"Well, I guess that's better than pushing you around," said Will. "If he starts to get physical you're going to have to report him."
"I told you, I can take anything he can give." Michael was wearing a stubborn expression that made it quite clear that it was not worth Will pursuing the matter further.
The boys stood looking at each other and slightly uncomfortable silence fell.
"You want me to get undressed?" Michael asked, eventually. He looked a little nervous.
There was in fact nothing Will would have liked more. Just the suggestion was enough to cause his heart to speed up. However, the time was getting on. "I don't think it would be a good idea," he said, glancing at his watch. "Mum sometimes finishes work early on Fridays. It could take some explaining if she came home and found you here with no clothes on."
"I guess so," Michael agreed. The sixteen year old tried to hide it, but Will was almost sure that the boy appeared disappointed.
"Did you fetch any school work?"
"Yeah," Michael nodded. "We were given some English homework today; I have it in my bag."
"We could spend a bit of time on that then," said Will.
"I suppose. There's no rush though; it doesn't need to be done until Monday."
"Well either I can help you with it now, or you can do it later on your own," Will pointed out. "Which would you prefer?"
Michael gave a grin. "Since you put it that way."
While Michael sorted out his books, Will brought in another chair and the two of them sat down together at the desk. This meant squashing up fairly close, their hips touching, but it was a situation that Will didn't mind at all.
It turned out that the work Michael had been given wasn't exactly challenging and with Will's help it only took about twenty minutes to complete.
"Easy," said Will. "That didn't take long. Anything else needs doing."
Michael shook his head. "Not unless you want to do my detention for me on Monday."
"You got a detention? What was that for?" Will allowed his disappointment at this revelation to show in his voice. He'd thought that Michael was managing to stay out of trouble.
"It's from old Croucher." Mr. Croucher was the chemistry teacher. He had a reputation for being strict and for not having any trace of a sense of humour; this was on top of reputation for being a bit of a pervert and lusting after the girls.
"What did you do?" asked Will.
"Nothing," Michael replied. "It wasn't my fault. It was Ian Steadman. He farted during the chemistry lesson. The stink was awful. Croucher made a fuss about it being disgusting, and after giving us a ten minute lecture on bad manners he carried on with the lesson. Then a few minutes later Ian let rip again. Croucher went mental. He demanded to know who it was. Course, nobody would tell him, so he gave all the boys in the class a detention."
"A detention for farting," Will laughed. "That's a new one. How did he know it was one of the boys and not one of the girls; does it smell different when girls do it?"
Michael giggled. "Croucher would know that if anyone did, after all the time he's spent sniffing round girls' arses."
Both boys were now laughing. Will was amazed at how contented he felt just being around Michael. He now realised that he had totally fallen for the boy. He suspected that Michael must have similar feelings; the younger boy certainly appeared to like Will's company, and in spite of his protests, it seemed that he'd taken some sort of pleasure in the sex stuff they'd done. Just this evening, Michael had offered to take his clothes off.
Will's laughter died away and he sat staring at Michael's sweet face, just inches from his own.
"What?" Michael asked, as he stopped laughing himself and noticed the way that the older teen was watching him.
"Nothing," said Will. "I was just looking at you." He gently rested his hand on Michael's knee.
"Well don't." Michael glanced down at the hand on his leg and gave an embarrassed grin, his face reddening.
This touch of shyness caused Michael to look more attractive than ever. Will's heart was pounding and his stomach felt tight. Almost without realising what he was doing, he leaned in closer, his arm going around Michael's shoulders. He pulled the boy to him and kissed him on the lips.
Michael tensed up. Then his hands were between their bodies, struggling, forcing them apart. He jumped to his feet, his face contorted with anger and his eyes flashing. "You fucking queer," he snarled. "What did you have to go and do that for?" He backed away, shaking his head. "I've told you I'm not fucking gay. You can keep your queer hands off me. You think just because you made me do all that stuff before, that I'm going to turn into some sort of fucking queer as well? Just keep away from me. Alright? I don't want you near me at all." He grabbed his books and rammed them into his bag. "Keep away from me," he repeated as he headed for the door. Then he was gone.
It had all happened so fast. Will was still sitting with his mouth open, facing an empty room. How could he have read the signals so wrong? He felt physically sick. It was as though Michael had stabbed him in the heart. In a daze he got to his feet and walked over and closed the still open bedroom door. Then he turned and climbed onto his bed, lying on his stomach and pressed his face into the pillow.
The weekend dragged by very slowly for Will. It seemed that Michael's rejection had clarified and intensified the eighteen year old's feelings for the younger teen. Every time Will had a spare moment and wasn't concentrating on other things, he found himself thinking about the boy. Michael had to be gay, he just had to be. Otherwise, why did he keep coming back to let Will do those things to him. No straight sixteen year old would ever let himself be subjected to that sort of thing when he had a choice; or would he? Will was totally confused.
The prefect looked forward to Monday and the start of the new school week with a certain amount of trepidation. He wondered what he would say to Michael if he met him in the corridors, or, come to that, what Michael might have to say.
As it turned out, Will needn't to have worried. He saw no signs at all of Michael at school and the day passed without incident. He arrived home on Monday evening, threw his bag aside and flung himself onto his bed. Part of his him wondered whether Michael had been deliberately avoiding him and this thought annoyed him somewhat. In fact, he found that much of his feelings for the boy were turning in the direction of anger; he couldn't help feeling that Michael had deliberately led him on in order to try and make a fool of him. Letting the anger simmer away as a sort of cushion between him and the pain of rejection, he got to his feet and went to get himself something to eat.
It was coming up to five o'clock and Will was on his way back up the stairs to his room when he heard the doorbell. He immediately froze in his tracks and glanced down at his watch to confirm the time. Surely it couldn't be? He turned and with his heart pounding, he went back down to the front door. On the doorstep stood a very sorry looking Michael.
"What the hell do you want?" Will demanded, unable to keep the anger from his voice. "After the other night, you're the last person I expected to see here."
Michael looked up, miserably. "Can I come in?" he asked, his voice sounding very small.
"Why?" asked Will. "You've made it clear how you feel. I'm a 'fucking queer' and you're not interested."
"I shouldn't have called you that," said Michael.
"No, you're damned right you shouldn't."
Michael stood in silence, staring down at in the direction of Will's feet.
Will tried to find a reason why he shouldn't shut the door in the boys face. "I suppose you'd better come in," he said, eventually.
Without even a glance, Michael pushed passed and headed straight up the stairs in the direction of Will's room. Once there, he dropped his bag on the floor and resumed his miserable, silent pose.
"So you going to tell me what you're doing here?" Will demanded. "You decided to try and blackmail me or something?"
Michael looked up, appearing shocked at the suggestion. "Uh, no, I wouldn't..."
"It wouldn't do you any good anyway," said Will. "Since I couldn't really give a toss who knows I'm gay."
"I'm not going to tell anybody," said Michael. He hesitated a moment, his eyes on Will, then his hands went nervously to the front of his shirt and he began unfastening the buttons.
"What the fuck are you doing?" asked Will, hardly able to believe his eyes.
"Getting undressed." Michael paused for a moment, his fingers on one of his buttons. "You don't want me to?"
Will tried to get his head around what was happening. "I'm not going to play games with you," he snarled. "You take your clothes off if you want. But if you do, I'm going to do anything I damned well like with you, and I mean anything."
There was obvious fear in Michael eyes, but in spite of this he slowly and deliberately resumed his undressing.
"Fine," said Will, coldly. "It's your decision." He stood back to watch the boy strip.
It didn't take long for Michael to get naked. He stepped out of his shorts and stood upright, his eyes still downcast, apparently waiting for instructions.
Will could feel a cold anger burning inside him. He was confused and he was still hurting from Michael's rejection of a few days earlier. What was the boy playing at? It was almost as if he got off on being dominated and humiliated. Well, if Michael wanted it rough, Will would give him rough.
"Get your hands up out of the way; put them behind your head," the older boy barked. Slowly, he walked around the naked teen, his eyes roaming over the boy's body, his fingers trailing over his naked chest and back. Once back round at the front, he slid his hand lower, over the smooth skin of Michael's shaved groin, fondling his soft cock and his equally hairless, low hanging balls. He gave the balls a slight squeeze, causing the boy to whimper and step backwards.
"Stand still," said Will, sharply. He took hold of the tip of the boy's foreskin and nipped it tightly between his finger and thumb, stretching the teen's limp penis outwards. Michael's eyes tightened but he didn't make a sound. For some reason, this annoyed Will more than ever. The boy had made it perfectly clear that he didn't want any sort of consensual relationship, so why was he now not protesting the treatment he was receiving? Will wanted Michael to object so as to give him a better excuse to punish the boy even more; Michael's continued silent compliance fuelled Will's anger.
"Get down on your knees," Will hissed. He let go of Michael's dick and put his hands on the boy's shoulders, pushing him downwards. Once more, Michael followed the instruction without making a sound. Will then took a handful of the boy's hair, tilting Michael's head back so that he was looking up into Will's face. There was a pleading look in Michael's eyes that the older boy found impossible to decipher. What did he want? If he didn't want to be forced into something, then why had he come here; why had he offered to strip? Will gazed down at the boy's cute face and remembered all the fantasies he'd had involving this young teen, some of which had been fulfilled, some of which hadn't. He became aware of his erection pushing almost painfully against the front of his pants, demanding attention, and almost without thought, he jammed Michael's face hard against his groin.
"Mmmff!" For the first time, Michael put up a token struggle, but with Will still holding a double handful of his hair, he had no room to manoeuvre.
Having Michael's face pressed tightly against the outline of his solid cock sent an erotic charge through Will's body. He needed more. Without even thinking about what he was doing he held onto the boy's hair with one hand and pulled open his belt with the other. In a moment, his trousers were down and his shorts immediately followed, allowing his aching erection to spring free. Still keeping a firm grip on Michael's hair, he took hold of his cock and rubbed the sticky end backwards and forwards across the boy's face, leaving a slimy trail across his cheeks, nose and lips.
Michael's hands gripped hold of Will's bare thighs, and he moved his head from side so side as if trying to escape the assault on his face.
"Open your mouth," Will growled.
Michael's eyes widened and he kept his lips pressed firmly together.
"I said open your mouth," Will repeated, more harshly. He whipped his erection hard against the boy's cheek. Michael gave a gasp of surprise and Will used the opportunity to push the head of his cock between the young teen's lips. Michael attempted to struggle, but Will pushed forwards with his hips, jamming the entire head of his dick into the boy's warm mouth. "Suck it," Will snarled.
Looking terrified, Michael tried to follow the instruction, allowing the leaking head of Will's erection to slide in and out of his mouth.
Will watched in a sort of detached disbelief. A part of his mind was telling him he should feel guilty for what he was making the boy do, but this was overridden by the cold anger that still seethed inside him. He pulled back firmly on the shaft of his cock, completely exposing his sensitive head to Michael's tongue and trying to ignore the sudden trembling that the incredible sensations induced in his legs.
The enforced oral sex went on for several minutes; minutes of pure pleasure for Will, though he couldn't guess how Michael felt about the situation. As the familiar tingling sensation started deep between Will's legs, he pulled his cock from the boy's mouth. He was tempted to allow Michael to continue the blow job to its conclusion, but his own imagination had already moved onto other things. "Lick my balls," he ordered, once more mashing the boy's face hard into his groin. He immediately felt Michael's tongue stoking wetly across his scrotal sac, sending shivers of pleasure though his entire body. Holding Michael's head in place with one hand, he ran the other over the smooth, soft skin of the boy's upper back and shoulders, then down onto his chest, taking hold of one of his nipples and giving it a twist. The resultant muffled moan of discomfort emanating from the young teen caused the older boy's cock to twitch spasmodically and he pushed the Michael's face even more firmly into his groin.
Eventually, Will pushed Michael away from him. The sixteen year old leaned back on his haunches, the totally beaten look on his face contradicted by the fact that his slim shaft was rock hard, the tip glistening with precum.
Will gave a snort of disgust. "Still claim you're not gay?" he taunted.
"I'm not," Michael murmured, shaking his head unhappily.
"Get on your feet," ordered Will, taking a grip on the boy's arm and hauling him upright. The older teen then made several firm strokes of the youngster's erection, before gathering some of the boy's clear precum on the tip of his finger. "Lick it clean," he said, pushing his fingertip into Michael's mouth. Obediently, Michael's tongue flicked across Will's fingertip, tasting his own salty stickiness.
Will's cock was now so hard that it was painful, and his balls ached for release. His heart was pounding with nervous tension as he decided it was now time to fulfil his ultimate fantasy. He reached out and took a firm grip on the boy's balls, using them to lead the young teen the short distance over to the bed. "Bend over. Lay on your stomach," he instructed.
Michael must have had some inkling of what was about to happen. "What are you going to do?" he asked, a definite tremor in his voice.
"You'll find out. Just get down there," said Will, giving the boy a push. He arranged Michael so that he was laid face down across the bed, his arse at the edge. "Stay where you are," he ordered.
Quickly, the older teen hurried out to the bathroom, his hard cock swinging in front of him as he walked. He needed something to lubricate the boy's arse with. They used KY in the stories he'd read, but he didn't have any, so he grabbed the first suitable thing that came to had, a new can of shaving gel that he'd bought at the weekend. After all, the shaving foam had worked pretty well on Friday when he'd entered the boy's rear with his fingers.
Michael was still in the same position, laid over the bed, as Will returned to the bedroom. He turned his head to look as the older boy entered, his eyes settling on the can of shaving gel. "Oh, no, you're not doing that," he muttered, starting to get to his feet.
Will was across the room in an instant, pushing Michael back down again. He reached between the boy's legs, roughly grabbing and squeezing his balls. "Stay where you are," snarled.
"You know I don't like you messing around back there," Michael pleaded, the pain in his balls making him immediately stop his struggling.
"I told you if you got undressed I'd do anything I wanted with you," said Will, coldly. He was still angry and it seemed that everything Michael said or did went to further fuel that anger. "I'm going to fuck you," he announced.
Michael made a whimpering sound and lay still, his arms outstretched. It was as though now that he'd been told what was going to happen to him, what little resistance he'd previously had had gone out of him.
Will rapidly shed his own clothing and naked, he knelt down by Michael's arse. He placed the can on the floor within easy reach and pulled the boy's cheeks apart to look between. The anal cleft appeared perfectly smooth, Will having shaved it himself just days earlier. As the older boy leaned in closer, a slightly sweaty, musky smell reached his nostrils. Slowly he slid his finger across the puckered entrance, causing Michael to squirm and give another soft whimper.
The thought of what he was about to do caused Will's cock to jerk, and, unable to resist, he wrapped his fingers around the shaft and made a couple of slow strokes, all the time his eyes fixed on Michael's arsehole. His fingers trembling, he picked up the can and removed the plastic top, squirting a generous amount of gel onto his fingertips. He applied this to Michael's arse crack, working it up to a thick, creamy lather. Each time his fingers passed across the boy's hole he increased the pressure, feeling it give a little more each time. Hurriedly, he pushed firmly against the entrance with his index finger, and a moment later he was in, working the lubrication inside.
Michael grunted and squirmed but otherwise showed no signs of further resistance, even when Will added a second finger to the first, sliding the two digits in and out of the teen's body.
The addition of a third finger caused Michael to give a moan of discomfort. Will limited himself to just pushing these in to slightly beyond the first knuckle, working at relaxing the anal muscle.
Unable to wait any longer, Will squirted some more gel onto his fingers and applied it to his own twitching cock. For good measure, he also spread the lather over his balls, and enjoying the feeling of the creamy, smooth substance on his privates, he even reached between his legs and rubbed it over his own hole. It was then that he made a discovery. A strange, warm, extremely pleasant sensation had begun around his balls and his arsehole. He realised that it was down to the alcohol content in the foam; he'd heard stories about guys using aftershave on their genitals and the agonising burning that this could cause. He paused for a moment wondering if he'd made a big mistake, but luckily the feeling never rose beyond a gentle warmth. Not wanting to waste any more time he lined up the head of his cock against Michael's hole and leaned forwards.
"Oooh!" Michael groaned, squirming. "Please don't," he moaned, very softly.
Ignoring the boy's protest, Will pushed forwards, gradually increasing the pressure. Slowly the sphincter muscle gave way and the head of Will's cock slid inside Michael's body.
"Aaargh! Nooo!" Michael gave a totally defeated sob of dismay as his arse was violated. He remained motionless for moment and then started to struggle as if only now deciding that he was going to put up a fight.
Will used his greater weight, pressing his arms down on the boy's back as he thrust his cock in, hard.
"Aarrghh! You fucking queer!" Michael sobbed, softly. He'd stopped struggling again and lay still. "You fucking queer," he repeated.
Nature now took control of Will's actions. He wasn't even listening to Michael's sobs. All that mattered was the urgency in his groin as he repeatedly pulled back and slammed, hard inside the boy's arse. He was totally lost in the sensations coming from his cock as he plunged in and out, in and out, his balls slapping against the boy's body. He felt the pressure building inside and thrust even faster and harder, determined to achieve the relief that only orgasm could provide. He could feel it building, feel his body start to tremble. He gritted his teeth, trying to keep up his rhythm as his cock began to spasm and he felt bolt after bolt of hot cum shooting along the length of his throbbing erection to blast deep into the young teen's body. At the very moment of his orgasm he was dimly aware of a similar reaction in the young body beneath him, which quickly diminished. Then both boys lay still, breathing heavily.
All of Will's anger had gone with the orgasm. He lay feeling totally drained and empty. As the seconds ticked by, into that emptiness came another emotion; guilt. It suddenly occurred to him what he had just done. Feeling sick, he moved his hips back, allowing his softening cock to slip out of the other boy's body. Beneath him, Michael was still crying softly.
"Michael?" Will's voice sounded weak, even to himself. He lifted his body up and to the side, removing his weight from the younger boy. "Michael?" he repeated.
The sixteen year old showed no signs of responding to his name. Gently, Will lifted the boy's shoulder, turning him so that he could see his face. Michael's cheeks were wet with tears and the eyes that stared back at Will were completely devoid of any sort of life.
"Oh, shit!" The sheer enormity of what he had done to the boy hit Will like a physical force. He'd just raped the boy he was in love with. The wave of nausea that swept over him was like nothing he'd felt before. His hand clamped over his mouth, he forced himself to his feet and staggered out of the bedroom and across the landing to the bathroom, only just managing to get his head over the toilet bowl before the contents of his stomach exploded out. For what seemed like an eternity he leaned over the toilet, retching until there was nothing else to bring up and then retching some more, the agonies in his body as nothing compared to the guilt that savaged his mind.
After a while, Will became aware that he was no longer alone. An image entered his head of Michael stood behind him, a knife in his hand, ready to take revenge for what he had been put through. The older teen realised that he was even tensing his shoulders, ready for the blow.
However, the blow never materialised. Instead, Will felt a cool hand gently massaging his back, and moments later a damp towel was pressed to his face, wiping his mouth. Nervously, he turned his head to look and found Michael knelt beside him. The boy had a concerned look on his tear-strained face.
"You OK?"
Will shook his head in amazement. Michael had just effectively been raped and he was asking the person who did it if he were alright. "I... I'm sorry," Will managed to get out, the words sounding silly in light of what he had done.
"Me too," said Michael. He forced a smile and then got up and rinsed the towel in the sink. "I'd better go wipe the bed," he said, matter-of-factly. "I made a bit of a mess."
Will was finding this weird, even by Michael's standards. The boy should hate him. "You were right what you said just now," said the older teen, his face a grimace. "I'm a fucking queer."
Michael looked unhappy, and then he shook his head. "I wasn't talking about you," he said. Then, carrying the towel he disappeared back towards the bedroom.
Trying to get a grip on what was happening and to make sense of Michael's words, Will followed the boy, finding him rubbing some marks on the bed clothes with the towel.
"Leave that," said Will, catching the teen's arm. "I don't understand what you mean. Of course you were talking about me, and I deserved it."
Again, Michael shook his head, he looked suddenly angry. "If you really want to know, I was talking to myself." His face coloured and he went back to his rubbing.
It took a moment for the penny to drop and then things started to make sense.
"You're gay." The words came out before Will had chance to stop them.
Michael paused in his rubbing of the bedclothes. Slowly he stood up and turned around. There were fresh tears on his cheeks. "I'm sorry," he said.
Without thinking, Will's arms went around the boy and hugged him close. Michael momentarily stiffened and then relaxed, crying into Will's shoulder.
Gradually, Michael's tears slowed and then stopped. Will held him for a few more moments and then stood back, giving a smile. "We'd better get cleaned up, quick. Mum will be home from work anytime."
"Yeah." Michael wiped his eyes, then looked at Will. "Just don't try and kiss me," he said, his face serious. "I'm not ready for that yet."
*** End of Chapter ***
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