Three Tears
by David Heulfryn

 

Chapter Twenty-Four

Tom and James swam further down the beach. They did not care about the others or food or water; they just cared about each other and needed the space to unwind. Without this space, they both feared they would explode amidst the antagonism between some of the others. They put the blame solely at Henry’s feet, and neither cared if they ever saw him again.

Swimming close to the shoreline, Tom noticed ahead where a large outcrop of rock ended the beach.

“We’ll just see what’s on the other side,” Tom called to James, who lagged behind even though Tom had slowed himself deliberately so that he could keep up.

The rocky outcrop only interrupted the beach for about ten metres before a cove appeared. Tom swam to the unexplored beach and waited for James.

“This is nice,” James said as he joined Tom on the sand.

They sat on the beach and let the baking sun dry their bodies.

It was a small cove surrounded by rocks that rose to ten feet before they joined the plateau of the land. Vegetation spread to the edge of the plateau, and tufts of grass grew over the edge, and trees overshadowed the rocks. At the base of the rocks was some old fruit that had dropped from the trees. The sand was a small strip about fifty metres long but went back several metres to meet the rocks.

The boys lay on their backs until dry.

“James. Thanks for earlier. I really enjoyed it. You have very soft and delicate hands.” Tom held his hand and stroked the skin with his thumb.

“I’ve had a lot of practice.” James joked. “I knew it would come in useful.”

Tom rolled on top of James and pinned him down, sitting on his legs and holding his arms firmly above his head. “You’ve got a joke for everything, haven’t you?”

James laughed. “Yep.”

Leaning forward, Tom kissed James and stopped him laughing. Their tongues danced around each other, but Tom never relinquished his grip.

Raising himself, Tom ended the kisses and looked down at James. His features melted as he breathed in the boy underneath, the pale skin, the kind eyes and sweet, rosy lips. Tom looked at the small clutch of brown hairs in James’ armpits and brought his face down to kiss them. He couldn’t smell anything, but he unsurprisingly tasted of salt.

James enjoyed the sensations that Tom was making him feel. Usually, any touch in the armpits made him convulse, flinch and laugh hysterically. But not now. That ticklish nature disappeared, and the sensations went straight to his dick. The more Tom licked and kissed his little hairs, the harder he got, and Tom could feel his hardness underneath him as he writhed from his touch.

Kissing along the way, Tom sucked in one of James’ nipples and teased it with his tongue. Occasionally, he bit the erect nub and heard James hiss his approval. Abandoning the nipples, Tom released James’ arms and licked a trail down the hairless chest to the navel and poked his tongue inside, flicking at the edges as he went deeper.

James lay almost still as Tom enjoyed his body. The anticipation of the touch on his dick was slowly driving him crazy, and he felt his dick grow harder the nearer Tom’s lips got.

With a sense of relief, James felt Tom leave his navel and play with the light, short wisps of hair that led beneath the waistband of his swim shorts. Tom pushed his tongue under the elastic, but this was merely to tease. Drawing his head back, he felt James’ cloth-covered dick hit his chin. Pushing the tent down with his lips, he opened wide, letting the shaft into his mouth and softly bit down on the shaft with his teeth; he knew it would not hurt through the shorts.

Wanting to taste James, Tom pulled down his swim shorts and let his hard dick sway as it pointed to the sky. As he untangled the shorts from James’ feet, he watched as his dick twitched and fell on his stomach. Tom tossed the shorts aside and slinked his way back up James’ body.

James could feel Tom’s breath as he stopped by his dick.

Taking one of James’ balls into his mouth, he sucked hard and loosened the scrotum. He gave the other ball the same treatment before he licked the underside of James’ dick and then tried to devour the entire shaft.

“Oh, fuck, Tom.” James breathed. He had waited what seemed like hours for this moment when Tom finally brought him to release.

The foreplay had been so over-stimulating that when he felt Tom’s lips touch his dick, he was very close to the edge. He felt Tom’s lips move up and down his shaft and his tongue tease the tip.

“Oh, fuck, Tom.” He breathed again. “I’m gonna cum.”

But Tom kept on sucking James’ dick, not hearing him over the breeze which passed his ears.

Feeling James buck his hips and his dick twitch inside his mouth, Tom snapped his head away in time to see ropes of cum fly from James to soak his chest. Never seeing anything so powerful, Tom watched as his dick shot high and far. As it subsided, Tom slowly wanked James until not even a drop oozed from the tip.

After his intense orgasm, James felt his body relax and sink deeper into the sand. It was as if Tom had made him float on a cushion of air as he teased and pleased his body.

Tom fell on his back and let go of James’ dick. They lay side by side in silence, both boys breathing heavily with their eyes closed and smiling.

Recovering first, James opened his eyes and looked up the cliff’s soil-covered slope and the thick green foliage at its edge. He didn’t feel the need to say anything; he was happy to listen to the ocean lapping the shore and now hear Tom’s light breathing.

Suddenly, his heart started racing as he saw the trees and bushes rustle, and a small white face appeared and instantly disappeared.

 

Phil felt he needed to leave early and invited Martin back to his house. They ate a quick breakfast, as Martin told his mother.

When Phil went upstairs to get his bag so they could leave, Martin felt his mother’s hand on his shoulder.

“I hope you slept well.”

“Yes, thanks, Mum.”

“I trust you’ll be back for dinner.” It was not a question.

“Sure.”

“Good, because I want to talk to you about something later. Just us. Alright?”

“Alright.” Martin looked confused. “Is everything okay?”

“Of course.” His mother smiled and sounded jovial. “Nothing to worry about.”

They could hear Phil bounding down the stairs, asking Martin if he was ready to go. But he wanted a quick trip to the toilet first, leaving Phil smiling nervously at Martin’s mother in the hallway.

She approached Phil slowly.

“He’s very sensitive. Don’t hurt him.”

 

Phil and Martin were in strange moods all day, and what his mother had said to them seemed to rest heavily on them. Phil was perplexed about her parting words, and Martin knew something was wrong. She hated Phil and wanted them not to be friends anymore. A bad influence, he could imagine her saying. Neither said anything to the other. Instead, they both understood they needed time to make sense of it all, maybe just reflection. Martin left Phil in the early afternoon and returned home.

He knew his mother would be waiting there when he got home, and he just hoped nobody else would be there. But he didn’t expect the eerie quiet as he closed the front door behind him.

Assuming no one was home, he climbed the stairs and collapsed on his bed, his stomach churning and his heart racing.

He could hear the faint footsteps on the stairs as he closed his eyes and then just the thumbing of his heartbeat in his ears.

“Hello, Martin.” His mother strolled into his room and sat on James’ bed opposite him. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, Mum.” Martin sat up and faced her.

“You’re back early.”

“Yeah, just a little tired.”

“Too many late nights.”

Saying nothing, Martin tucked his hands under his thighs and watched his knees and legs.

“How’s Phil?”

Surprised at her calling him Phil instead of Philip, Martin looked at her. “He’s fine.”

“I like him.”

Martin relaxed even more and almost beamed a smile at her.

“So, how long have you been friends?”

“Several months now.”

“I’m glad you have a good friend. It’s nice to see you so happy.”

Martin bowed his head so that she couldn’t see the huge smile that spread.

“So, how far does this friendship go?”

“What d’ya mean? How far? We’re friends.” Martin was confused.

His mother stood up and went over to Martin; she sat next to him, their shoulders touching.

“I suppose I want to know if you’re more than friends.”

“He’s the best friend I’ve ever had.” His voice began to falter.

“I can see that. And I’ve seen the way he looks at you. And you look at him. I remember when your father used to look at me like that. You two are very similar, you know, especially your faces and expressions. I could always read your Dad like a book, and when I saw that look in your eye yesterday, it almost brought tears to my eyes. It took me right back to when I first met your Dad.”

She felt Martin’s shoulders shake and heard faint sobbing. Wrapping her arm around him, she pulled him close.

“It’s alright, Martin. It really is alright. Is he your first?”

Sniffing, Martin tried to compose himself and talk through his tears.

“Yes.”

“He’s not putting any pressure on you, is he?”

“No, nothing like that, he’s been so good. We did start as friends, and it just sort of happened. I wasn’t expecting it. I just fell.”

“I’m so glad for you.”

“I didn’t want to tell you. I was scared. Scared of what you and Dad would think.”

“You know both of us well enough to know we’d love you no matter what.

Something just snapped within Martin, and he burst out in hysterical tears. His breathing changed, and he gasped as he took each deep breath. His mother tried to console him the best she could, so she hugged him, rubbed his shoulders, and whispered kind words in his ear. But Martin was in an inner struggle where all his doubts disappeared, and the years of secrets and repression bubbled to the surface. It was several minutes before he felt he could speak again.

“No matter how much I know, there is always doubt. And I couldn’t know how you’d take it. Besides, I had to find out for myself.” Turning his head, he looked straight into his mother’s eyes. “Mum, I’m gay.”

He let the words hang in the air. Speaking those words lifted a massive weight from him; those invisible restraints melted away, and he felt elated as he saw his mother smile and hug him tightly.

“What about your Dad and Tony?” He said after she eased her grip on the long and tight hug.

“I’ll tell you what, I’ll tell your Dad, and you tell Tony.”

“Okay.” Martin sniffed back the last few tears which streaked down his face.

“You know what this means, though, don’t you?” She smiled mischievously.

Martin shook his head. “No.”

“You won’t be having your boyfriend stay over again.”

Boyfriend. The word danced around his head. “Why not?”

“Look at it another way. Would you expect your Dad and me to allow you to have a girlfriend stay overnight in the same room as you?”

“We didn’t do anything last night. We never would with you around.”

His mother got serious for a while. “So you two are doing stuff together. Look, I’m not naïve, and neither is your Dad. We don’t want to know what you get up to because that’s private between you and him, but we do care about you. And we want you to be safe. Whatever you are doing, you are being safe, aren’t you?”

Martin understood what she was talking about and knew what she was worried about. He wanted to say they hadn’t gone that far yet but thought better of it.

“We are safe, Mum. I know all about it.”

“Good.” She hugged him again.

The phone ringing broke them apart, and his mother went into her bedroom to pick up the extension. Martin took the opportunity to wipe his face and looked at himself in the mirror; his eyes were red and swollen.

“What happened!”

Martin heard his mother’s raised voice and dashed in to see her eyes with fresh tears and her free hand across her mouth as if stifling a gasp.

“Is he alright? Is James alright!”

 

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