Back with Eddie
by David Heulfryn

 

Eddie closed the door behind Max when they got to his home. He shouted to his Mum that he’d brought a friend back and started to take off his school uniform.

“You’ve brought a friend home?” His mother appeared confused. Eddie had never brought a friend home before. She wasn’t sure he had any friends.

Max stood, trying not to look at Eddie as he stripped naked. He didn’t know what to do or where to look.

“This is Max, Mum,” Eddie said, now naked.

“Did you tell him that you are always naked at home?” She looked at Max, “If it makes you uncomfortable, I can make him put some clothes on.”

“No. I’m fine. My brother is always naked around the house, so I’m used to it.”

“That’s nice. Feel free to go naked, too, if you wish.” His mother offered.

“I’m fine as I am. I’m not a nudist like my younger brother.”

“So, how did you two become friends?” She asked Max. “Eddie doesn’t make many friends, and they sometimes take advantage of him or tease him.” She tried to look friendly at Max, but he knew she was interrogating him, ensuring he wouldn’t hurt her son.

“I was having some trouble at school. Some boys were being horrible to me. Eddie came over and asked if I was alright. He was worried about me. Then we just got talking. Well, sort of. We kept meeting up at break times. He wanted to make sure I was okay. His kindness reminded me of my brother. Then we started to walk home together. I think Eddie is very special.”

“I do, too. That’s why I’m protective of him.” Eddie’s Mum said. “Go up to your room, Eddie. I just want a private word with Max.”

“Muum!” Eddie stomped up the stairs like a petulant child.

“I’m sure you’ve noticed that Eddie is a little different.” She whispered to Max.

“I’ve worked that out. He’s very much a loner at school, but it doesn’t appear to bother him.”

“Most of the time, it doesn’t. But he’s been teased all his life. He’s not as sociable as other boys, but he is bright and very empathic. You are the first person he’s brought home. He couldn’t stop talking about you last night. He likes you and says you have been nice to him.”

“I genuinely like him, Ma’am. I don’t know why he’s like he is, but he’s kind, and I felt it took him a lot of courage to talk to me.”

“It did. Please be patient with him and try not to judge him as he has some peculiar ways. You’ll see more of them as you get to know him better.”

“I know. And I feel a responsibility to him after he had the courage to speak to me. I promise I will look after him. And I’m careful the boy giving me trouble doesn’t target him.”

“Thank you, Max. I appreciate that. Now go up and hang out in his room.” She smiled at him, comforted that Max might be good for her son.

Max wanted to ask her what was wrong with Eddie, but he thought it was rude. There may be nothing wrong with him. But he had a sense there was something.

Eddie grinned when Max went into his bedroom. Eddie had picked out his favourite characters from a shelf to show Max.

“Do you like Warhammer?” Eddie asked.

“Don’t really know much about it,” Max said.

“Neither do I really, but I love making and painting the little figures. This is my favourite. He’s called Orion, king of the wood elves. I have several of him. I keep trying to make the painting perfect. Look, I’ve got some green where there shouldn’t be any. But so far, it’s the best I’ve painted. I’m waiting for Mum and Dad to buy me a new one so I can try again.”

Max took the small figure and sat next to Eddie on his bed. “It looks very good to me. You can hardly see where you went over.”

“I see it. It makes me feel agitated.”

“I’ve not sure I could have painted it any better. You must have a very steady hand.”

“I do.” Eddie held his hands out to demonstrate. “What do you like doing, Max?”

“I used to play rugby before I moved here,” Max said.

“You can still play rugby here.” Eddie said as if Max didn’t know they had a rugby club. “there is a club. You could join that.”

“Thanks, Eddie. I’ll look into it. I would like to play again.”

“You look like you would be a good player.”

“Thanks. I was… I am. I just need to get my confidence back.”

“You seem confident to me. You didn’t tell me to go away when I spoke to you.”

“That’s not confidence. It’s being a nice person. If someone takes the time to speak to you, you should be polite enough to respond. I know school can be horrible sometimes. But I’m not horrible to anyone who isn’t horrible to me.”

Eddie giggled, “Does that mean you are horrible when someone is horrible to you.” Max nodded, “Well, I would never be horrible to you.”

“I couldn’t believe you would be horrible to anybody.”

Eddie blushed. “I can be when I get in one of my states. I hate myself afterwards because I hear my mouth shouting unpleasant and horrible words to people. I don’t mean them, but I can’t help myself.”

“What makes you get into a state?” Max asked.

“It’s called ort… autism. That is what the doctor called it. My brain works differently.”

Max smiled, “Well, I don’t care. All I know is that you are a good person, and whatever you have, it makes you even more special.”

“Thanks, Max.” Max was surprised when Eddie rested his head on his shoulder. “You make me feel special.”

“How does it affect your school work?” Max asked, “If you don’t mind me asking?”

“I can talk about it now because I understand it better. When I was younger, I didn’t know what was wrong with me, and the teachers just thought I was being disruptive on purpose. The other kids would call me names and taunt me. It was horrible. I have trouble concentrating. Sometimes I zone out. Especially if I find the work difficult or too easy. When the teachers see that look on my face, and leave me alone. They know I can become agitated if they try to snap me out of it.”

“What subjects do you like?”

“Maths. I love Maths. I’m really good at Maths.”

Max grinned, “Good. Perhaps you can help me sometimes. I struggle with some of it. My favourite lesson is History. I love learning about the past.”

When Max told Eddie he had to leave, he looked upset. “I’ll see you at school tomorrow.” Max reasoned. “And I could come back with you tomorrow.”

Eddie’s face lit up and then fell. “I can’t. I have a swimming lesson. Well, you could come on Thursday. But that is the day the rugby club trains. Are you going to join?”

“I really should, Eddie. I’ve not played for months. I need to get back into it.”

“What about Friday?” Eddie asked.

“Friday would be good. But I won’t be able to see you at the weekend as my boyfriend is coming over. I’ve not seen him in weeks.”

Eddie giggled and blushed. He stroked his limp cock. Max noticed it swell. “I wish I had a boyfriend.”

“You never know. You might get one.” Max nudged him.

“I quite fancy my swim teacher,” Eddie admitted.

“You don’t half make things difficult for yourself. Teachers can’t date students.” Eddie pouted. “But I’m sure we can find you one.”

“Will you help me get a boyfriend, Max?”

Max chuckled. “I can’t promise anything, but I’ll try. I really must go.”

Eddie went with Max to the front door. “Bye, Max.”

“Bye, Eddie. See you at school in the morning.”

Eddie surprised Max by hugging him. His mother poked her head out of the kitchen to say goodbye to Max. Seeing Eddie embrace his new friend astonished her. Max saw his mother watching. She gave Max the thumbs up. Max realised that Eddie had formed a bond with him.

Max was sitting on the kitchen table, writing up the experiment with the onion cells from his science class. He closed his book when he’d finished it and put it back into his school bag so he could hand it in tomorrow.

“I’m going to bed.” He told his Mum and Dad. “I might call James and tell him you’ll pick him up Saturday morning. What time, Dad?”

“Let’s say nine-thirty. Is that okay with you?” Owen looked at his oldest son.

“How about nine? Then he’ll get here for half ten, and we can go into Cockaigne.”

Owen smiled, “Okay, nine it is. But make sure James is ready. I don’t want to hang around.”

“Thanks, Dad. I’ll tell him.” Max ran upstairs and burst into his bedroom.

Finn was sitting at the desk, finishing his homework. “Do you mind if I call James while you finish your homework?”

“Could you text him? I need to concentrate.” Finn asked.

“Okay, no probs, Min.” Max jumped on his bed and lay on his back. He held his phone above his head and started to text. His phone beeped when James texted back. “I’ll put it on silent, Min.”

“Thanks,” Finn said without looking up from his essay.

Finn tried to work, but he kept seeing Max out of the corner of his eye. He noticed he had his hand inside his grey sweatpants and was fondling himself. Finn smiled and surreptitiously picked up his phone and texted James.

<<I’m trying to write an essay. It’s very off-putting with Max lying in bed fondling his cock while he texts you. He’s supposed to be saving himself for you this weekend.>>

A few seconds later, Max laughed. “What have you told James. He’s just told me to stop touching myself.”

“Well, I thought you were saving yourself for this weekend. James doesn’t want to visit only to find you’ve drained your balls of cum.” Finn giggled.

Max pulled his hand out of his sweatpants and squeezed his bulge, “Don’t worry, Min. There’s plenty of cum in these balls. We Fletcher boys never run out.”

Finn giggled again, “You sound so funny when you try and talk street.”

Max laughed. “James has had to go, are you finished, Min? We should get ready for bed.”

Finn twisted on his chair, “I’m naked, Max. I am ready for bed. You’re the one bound in textiles.”

“Textiles!” Max laughed. “Where did that come from?”

“I’ve been reading about naturism. It’s what we call people who wear clothes.”

“Well, this textile is about to get naked.” Finn watched as Max stripped. He noticed his cock was still fluffed up from texting James. “Are you coming to brush your teeth?”

“Okay. I’m done with this essay for today. I’ll finish it tomorrow.”

The brothers went to the bathroom to brush their teeth. Max used the toilet first, and Finn watched as he held his turgid cock. Finn thought he should also try to pee before bed. He didn’t want to have to go in the middle of the night. Finn took Max’s place when he’d finished and released a short stream and a few dribbles of piss.

“You seem a lot better today, Max,” Finn stated.

Max didn’t respond; he’d just put his toothbrush in his mouth and didn’t want to mumble and dribble down his chin.

Max finished first and waited for Finn. When they returned to their bedroom, Max waited by the light switch.

“Which bed tonight, Min?”

Finn didn’t respond. He climbed into Max’s bed and snuggled under the covers. Max turned off the light and slipped in behind him.

“I think I got chatted up by a girl in my class today,” Max told Finn.

“Doesn’t she know you have a boyfriend?”

“She knows, but she has a major crush on me. I think she was hoping I was bisexual or at least turn-able. She is very pretty.”

“Were you tempted?”

“Flattered more than tempted. But at least she hasn’t taken it badly.”

“You heartbreaker, Max.”

“I can’t help it!” Max protested. “You should be proud that your brother is so sexy he has to beat off both boys and girls.”

“In your dreams, Max,” Finn said. “But I’m glad you seem better today.”

“I’ve decided to join the rugby club. I don’t know what I was thinking. Neil had me doubting myself. I enjoyed that session when we visited; they all made me feel welcome. I’m sure they’ll welcome me back.”

“So am I.” Finn agreed.

“I’ve forgotten to ask Dad if he’ll take me on Thursday. Hold on, and I’ll be right back.”

Max ran naked downstairs and left Finn alone. Max was out of breath when he got back after running back up the stairs.

“He’ll take me.” Max sipped back behind Finn.

“You could do with getting fitter if running up the stairs leaves you that out of breath.”

Max lay against Finn, catching his breath. He reached down to his cock and placed it between Finn’s buttocks. He was still thicker than usual, and Finn could tell.

“Have you masturbated today, Min?” Max asked, making Finn groan.

“No. They gave us so much homework I don’t have the time, and doing homework doesn’t make me horny.”

“Perhaps if you slept in your own bed at night, you’d feel like wanking. Perhaps sleeping with me is putting you off.”

“But I like sleeping with you. You’re not telling me to sleep alone from now on, are you?” Finn sounded upset that his brother was rejecting him.

“I like sleeping with you too. I love the feel of your soft buttocks against my cock.” Max wiggled his hips to rub his cock between Finn’s cheeks. “Why don’t you go into the bathroom and have a quick wank.”

“I’m settled.” Finn groaned, “And I’m warm.”

“Just try not to have another wet dream tonight. I’ve never known anyone to have so many.”

“I can’t help it, Max.” Finn sounded apologetic.

“I know, Min. But you used to wank all the time. Since moving here, you seem to have stopped.”

“I don’t feel the need anymore. Since we had our jab and spent twenty hours wanking our cocks until they virtually fell off.”

“I remember. My dick was sore for a week.”

Finn giggled, “So was mine. Max.” Finn said sweetly, “I’m getting hard now. Would you mind if I had a quick wank in your bed?”

Max sighed, grabbed a handful of tissues and passed them to Finn. “Be quick,” Max said, turning to face the other way.

The bed started to move and Max was gently rocking as Finn got closer to cumming. Max listened as Finn wanked his cock. He didn’t have to endure it for long, as Finn came and caught it in the tissues.

“That’s better,” Finn said, leaning over Max to drop his cummy tissues onto the floor.

“I can feel your damp cock on my back.” Max grabbed another tissue and handed it to Finn. He lay on his back and wiped the tissue over his cock. He felt the tip. It felt warm but not damp. Finn threw the tissue on the floor, pushing his groin against Max’s back.

“Does that feel better, Max? Does my cock now meet with your approval?”

“Much better. Now go to sleep.”

Finn held Max. He was spooning Max but neither thought to return to their usual place. Finn shuffled until his cock rested against Max’s buttocks. He pried them open and slipped his half-hard cock into the cleft.

“How does that feel, Max?” Finn asked.

“Great, Min. Great, Min.” He repeated himself.

Finn kissed Max’s shoulder, “I love you, Max.”

“I love you, Min.”

 

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