Angel felt Kevin moving his hand down his arms, causing delicious goose-bumps to rise, then those hands were at the fastenings of his shorts. He's got such kind eyes, he thought. What's he waiting for? Angel's own desires on the subject were almost perfectly balanced between wanting the man to strip him and take him on the bed, and so anxious about it he could hardly move. He'd never been fucked before, and he thought he'd have more time to prepare for it. Indecisiveness kept him still.

Kevin waited a moment, but the young man whose shorts he was about to unfasten showed no sign of even knowing what he was doing, although he had to. He unfastened them, then unzipped them.

Angel moved a little closer to the man as the pressure on his cock eased, his shorts no longer keeping him so tightly restrained. He felt Kevin's arms fold around him, and his eyes closed as his cheek met his man's still damp chest, feeling all his worries and concerns drop away. Here, in Kevin's arms, felt like where he was supposed to be. He was home.

Kevin held him, his cheek pressed to the top of the head that was laying low on his shoulder as he moved his hands softly over Angel's smooth skin, up his lats, tracing the youth's spine down, and then back up a few times before deliberately moving his hands down to cup Angel's ass, and give those luscious ass cheeks a gentle squeeze. The seat of Angel's shorts were wet, and not just a little.

Angel pressed himself tighter into Kevin's body when the man squeezed his ass, and wondered when this wonderful dream would end. They always did, and usually before you got to the really good part.

Kevin kissed the side of Angel's forehead, then moved his hands a little way up the youth's smooth, strong back again, before bringing them down and inside the young man's shorts and underwear. The shorts were so tight that he had to push them down to cup Angel's bare ass cheeks, and when he did, the youth pressed himself even more firmly against him, making it a little easier to grasp him. Kevin wondered if Angel was trying to climb inside him. At the moment, he thought a greased hair would have trouble being pulled out from between them.

No adult had ever touched Angel's ass so gently, and only a couple of guys his own age, a few years ago, had touched him there, period. His father had touched his bare ass occasionally when he was a kid, but Angel had never enjoyed being spanked.

Keeping one hand on Angel's smooth, hairless ass, but moving it to spread over his crack, one finger dipping slightly into that luscious split, Kevin used the other to tilt Angel's head up to face him.

Angel met his eyes, but docilely stood there as the man lowered his head until their lips met, closing his eyes again as they did. He was in heaven. This couldn't be a dream, because not even in his dreams had he been kissed so gently, so tenderly. Not even in his dreams had it felt so good. And none of the boys he'd played around with would kiss him. Their attitude had been that sucking cock was okay, because it was just 'fooling around', but kissing was gay. So kissing was something he hadn't learned. But he was determined to be an avid student, as long as Kevin was his teacher.

Kevin broke off the kiss before it could get too heated, drawing a small sound of disappointment from the teenager. But he had an agenda. Angel had planned to show him what he'd be getting with him as his boyfriend, and he wanted to see. But the youth had got so nervous, he needed to be gentled. He kissed down Angel's neck, to his shoulder and top of his chest, then stepped away and got down on his knees to pull down Angel's shorts and underwear – white briefs of a style he hadn't seen before – having to pull the front of them out in front to get over the youth's healthy erection.

Angel waited breathlessly, wondering if Kevin liked what he saw, hoping the man would still want him.

Angel was a beautiful sight: other than a smallish but slightly wild patch of pubic hair at the base of a smooth, six inch column of hard manhood, he had the beginnings of a small patch under each arm. Other than that, his body was smooth and trim: no 'treasure trail', and even the youth's good-sized balls hadn't a hair on them that Kevin could see.

He hadn't planned on it, but like a magnet to steel, Kevin was almost irresistibly drawn to that beautiful erection.

Angel made a small, shocked noise when Kevin kissed the side of his cock and licked the length, and then whimpered with the effort not to cry out his pleasure when the man's mouth kissed and carresed and explored everything he had down there before the man opened his mouth and closed his lips over the head. Even then Kevin didn't start bobbing on it right away, but laved it with his tongue before slowly engulfing more of the smooth, silky shaft.

Kevin was feeling blissful, worshipping at the feet of this young god, pleasuring him, slowly running his hands over Angel's thighs, kneading the smooth, round ass, fondling the hairless balls, exploring every inch of the youth he could reach from his postion.

Angel couldn't remember it ever having been this good when he and his mates had practiced at it. His skin and cockhead seemed to be so much more sensitive, now, and Kevin was slowly driving him crazy with the pleasure he was giving him. His fingers threaded through Kevin's hair and clenched, although he was careful not to pull. He wasn't trying to guide or control the head that was bobbing on his length – he just needed something to hang on to.

When Angel came, less than two minutes after his cock had been engulfed by his man's hot mouth, it was with a high-pitched, but low-volumed and restrained keen.

Kevin quickly swallowed the teen's offering, but let the last few drops linger on his tongue, savoring the sweet-salty flavor, seeming to be so much better than most of the men he'd 'dated'.

Angel's knees had buckled when he came, and he almost fell. He would have, if Kevin hadn't held him up. When he recovered enough to stand on his own, Kevin stood up, just in time for Angel to glue their lips together, the teen silently blessing god, the angels, and anything else in the universe that might have allowed them to meet.

Kevin opened his mouth slightly and slipped his tongue between Angel's loosely closed lips. Angel allowed it in, and caught the taste of his own come. He didn't care. It was ambrosia, coming from Kevin's mouth. But it made him wonder what Kevin's tasted like, and suddenly he had to know. His hands moved to the front of Kevin's shorts and started fumbling with the fastenings. Frustrated when it wasn't happening as fast as he wanted, he broke off the kiss and looked at what he was doing, explaining his actions with, "I want to taste you."

Kevin was all for that. He had loved pleasuring the young man, but he had ignored his own needs to do it. He was still hard, and starting to hurt with it.

When Angel got his prize uncovered, he stared at it for a moment or two before pushing Kevin over to his bed. He had him lay down, and only then did he move in to taste the man's cock.

Angel loved it: the spongy head lightly smeared with pre-cum that had leaked while still encased in the man's pants, the rigid shaft, strong and slightly ribbed under the smoothly gliding skin . . . Kevin's cock was all Angel could have hoped for. It was a little bigger than his own, but it wasn't too large, or covered in obvious (and ugly, in his opinion) veins as some he'd seen on the Internet while they were still back in the UK, but it was still a good size. He wanted it in him, but he wanted to taste the man, first.

If Kevin collapsed with his orgasm as Angel had, the youth would have had a much harder time keeping the older, larger man from falling, so moving the action to the bed was a smart move on Angel's part.

As with kissing, Angel was eager, but seemed unpracticed to the man who was experiencing Angel's efforts.

"You've never done this before?" he asked, stroking Angel's head of soft, dark hair to reassure him that he wasn't displeased.

"They were smaller than you," the youth replied briefly, having to lift his head from Kevin's cock to answer.

Kevin knew he wasn't that big – maybe a little more than average – and knowing how big he was, he knew Angel almost matched him. That being the case, he figured there was only one explanation.

"How old were they?" he asked.

"We were thirteen," Angel admitted, a little annoyed at having to release Kevin's cock from his mouth yet again. There had been three of them, and they'd wanked together, and then wanked each other for weeks before James had suggested sucking. Rich had been reluctant, and Angel – while interested – was afraid of being seen as being 'that way'. In their part of town, being seen as gay could get you all sorts of trouble – and not just being beaten. While it seemed most people didn't care, there were gangs . . . . One boy had been repeatedly raped by a gang, both mouth and ass, and then beaten half to death.

In order to convince them that word wouldn't get out, James had actually had to suck on the two of them, first. After that first time, it got easier for all of them, and there had been months of fun. Then Rich had moved away, and soon James lost interest, not coming around very often, and then not at all. A couple of weeks after the last time Angel had seen James, it was with a girl in their form at school, and then hanging around with a whole new crowd.

Angel knew when to let go, even if it hurt to have a mate dump you like that.

Kevin realized Angel had to stop what he was doing every time he asked a question, so he stopped asking questions.

But the youth's answer satisfied Kevin's curiosity, anyway. If they had all been thirteen their genitals would have just started to grow. Boys developed at different ages, but if they were among the average male population, at thirteen their cocks would have been both shorter and more slender, about four inches long and an inch or less wide. The fact that it had been a few years ago could also be a contributing factor to Angel's present lack of technique or finesse. He started giving Angel suggestions to improve his technique, trying to come off as being helpful and non-judgemental.

Angel was a quick study. "God, Angel, you're good," Kevin moaned awhile later. The youth was improving by leaps and bounds, and Kevin was close to losing it.

Just as he came, however, Angel's bedroom door flew open.

"Cor, Angie; what's takin' so bloomin' . . . ."

Liam stood there, eyes popping as he took in the sight of both Kevin and Angel staring back at him, Angel stark naked and again hard, both of them on Angel's bed, with Kevin's shorts and underwear down around his knees and his hard cock still quivering and dripping. Come was all over Angel's face because he'd let Kevin's cock out of his mouth to face the intruder.

Liam's face turned a bright crimson, but he seemed frozen in place, continuing to stare. He was shocked, to be sure, but he was also fascinated with what he was seeing. Not his brother: he'd seen Angel naked often enough to be inured to the sight. No, it was their neighbor's hard-on and the fact that what was dripping from the end of it was white. Liam knew what it was, but he'd never seen a man – or any guy except himself – come before: and his was clear! Kevin's jizz was all over his brother's face. They'd been having sex, and he'd barged right in on them!

Mortified to be 'caught in the act', as it were, his face red enough to act as a stop light, and being a bit put out that the boy was just standing there and staring, Kevin asked Liam, "Seen enough?"

Liam's eyes jerked up to meet Kevin's and then, if possible, he turned an even brighter red as he backed out and closed the door behind him. Out in the hall, Liam almost unconsciously rubbed his own hard erection a couple of times, then went to his room for a very quick lie-down.

Angel's eyes slowly moved from the door to Kevin's face. Kevin looked back, and couldn't help it. The thought of Liam, a straight boy, seeing this precious sight hit his funny bone, and he started laughing.

Angel soon joined him, in a release of tension. It was either that, or have a nervous breakdown. He was torn between killing his little brother, and dying of embarrassment. With the turmoil of his emotions, he hardly noticed that his face was covered in come.

"Did you . . . see his . . . face?" Kevin said when he could catch enough breath to speak.

He very carefully did not say what Liam had seen. He picked up Angel's wet, discarded shirt from the floor and started tenderly wiping his slowly dripping come from Angel's face and hair, very tender feelings dominating his emotions right then.

"Maybe anything else we do should be done at my place, hm?" Kevin suggested.

Angel nodded, submitting to the man's ministrations, but not without his tongue sneaking out and tasting what 'his' man had blessed him with. It was a lot stronger than the watery come he and his mates had been able to make back when they'd been experimenting, and had a slightly different taste than what he was making now, but he rather liked it. Even better was the knowledge that he had been the one to have given Kevin enough pleasure to produce it.

Angel tasting Kevin's come like that, with such obvious pleasure, gave the man some very visceral feelings. They were strong, but so muddled that he couldn't make head nor tail of them. All he knew is that he wanted to crush the youth to him and hold onto him, ravaging Angel's body with his mouth, tongue, and hands until his body had recovered enough that he could claim the young man completely. He restrained the urge, but it reinforced the other feelings he'd been having.

To distract himself from his emotions, he remarked, "Your mother said you had schooling to better your speech?"

"Two years of a speech coach, and boarding school," Angel agreed. "If I slipped, they called me a slum rat, or worse."

Kevin nodded, uselessly wishing he could set those brats straight, but seeing how treatment like that could deeply ingrain Angel's lessons. He distantly wondered if Liam's insisting on speaking with his Cockney accent was less an emulation of his father, than a rebellion against the snobbery of his former classmates.

As Angel got dressed, Kevin wiped himself off with the young man's shirt. After a quick stop by the bathroom for a wipe-down with a wet washcloth, they were on their way downstairs.

Liam had arrived downstairs just a minute or two before, and was uncharacteristically silent when his brother and neighbor appeared. He couldn't look at either one of them without blushing, not half because he kept seeing the scene he had seen in his brother's room as he was relieving himself earlier. It had repeatedly interrupted his fantasy about him and a beautiful girl he'd admired back home, and he wasn't quite sure which one had brought him off.

Remembering Liam's earlier teasing of Angel, Kevin couldn't help but tease the boy. "Angel's got a boy-friend," he sing-songed softly at him. The young teen's blush intensified, looking like it was trying to become permanently imprinted in his skin.

Kevin didn't think they'd have any more trouble with Liam teasing Angel about his sexual orientation.

Liam knew he'd earned that, but it wasn't much fun being on the receiving end of the teasing – especially since he still didn't know how he felt about what had happened.

Jake's attention surfaced from the game he was watching on television while he was unpacking books from the boxes around him. "Eh?" he inquired of the situation.

"I think Liam just learned why it's important to knock before you open doors," Kevin told their father, his face looking a little sun-kissed.

Angel joined the blush parade. He did not need his father having even a hint of what he'd done with Kevin.

Jake looked at all of them, one by one. "I don' wanna know," he decided, going back to what he'd been doing. Those blushes could only mean that Angel had been caught doing something with their neighbor – probably something sexy. The less he knew about that, the better: not only because he didn't want to know about his children's sex lives, but because he didn't need his own, 'other' urges becoming stronger.

Maggie came bustling into the room.

"Mister Lambert – Kevin!" she said upon seeing him, and correcting herself. "Pleasure ter see yer. When did yer get 'ere?"

"About fifteen minutes ago?" Kevin guessed. He had lost all track of time. With everything that had happened, it could have been half an hour, or more. Nobody contradicted him, anyway.

"'Ow nice! Can I offer yer a cuppa?" she asked, pleased that she finally had the kitchen organized enough that she could offer tea.

Kevin smiled at her and said, "Sorry, but no. I came by to take your children on a short tour of the town: show them where everything is."

"'Ow nice o' yer!" she exclaimed with a wide smile, and a meaningful look at Angel. 'E was moving fast, Mister Lambert was.

Kevin's cheeks tinted. He was busted, and he knew it. She knew exactly why he was offering to take them all out. He hoped she didn't know anything else.

"Are we still on for the tour, then?" he asked, although it looked like both of the elder Talbots were quite amenable to the idea.

"They c'n go, s'far's I'm concerned," Jake told him.

"O' course!" Maggie exclaimed. "But if yer don' mind, I've got ter get back ter puttin' me kitchen straight." She knew she had gone into the living room for a reason, but it seemed to have slipped her mind. She mildly berated her memory for failing her as she returned to the kitchen.

Oy 'ope Angel gets ter know Kevin afore gettin' sexy wi' 'im, Maggie thought. 'E looks besotted, standin' there lookin' at the man. Mind you, 'e's an 'andsome sort, Mister Lambert is.

"Is Megan coming?" Kevin inquired.

"I hope not," Liam muttered under his breath. There had been too much of that today already, thank you.

Liam didn't count himself, of course. It was every pubescent boy's god-given right to wank as often as he could – within reason, of course. Since he'd started, Liam had already wanked himself raw a couple of times. Angel had clued him into mineral oil, hand lotion and petroleum jelly when Liam had haltingly asked him for advice, so he didn't have that problem any more (at least not as badly).

Of course he'd ignored Angel's first bit of advice. Why would he want to stop doing it so often, when it felt so good?

The thought of Angel and getting off brought to mind the scene with Kevin shooting come on his brother's face again, and his blush renewed itself.

Hearing Liam's comment, Kevin wondered what she'd done to make him say that.

"She'll be just a mo'," Jake told his neighbor.

"Good!" Liam said, again under his breath. If his sister was along, he'd have at least one person he could look at without blushing.

When Kevin heard that, he thought it was kind of strange. But thinking about it, he could see how his earlier question about Megan 'coming' could have been twisted by the boy. Knowing how Liam probably meant his earlier comment now, Kevin smiled. It was a little late to get full enjoyment out of it, but he was a little amused, anyway.

"Don't knock it 'til you've tried it," he told the lad, doing a little muttering himself.

Liam's blush renewed itself. Despite his words, he was hard again. Yes, he'd taken care of one erection just a few minutes ago, but there it was again. It didn't happen often, but it did happen, much to the boy's displeasure. It was embarrassing!

"D'yer 'ave a bat's ears?" Liam asked incredulously, amazed that anyone could have heard him. He was sure he'd been too quiet to be overheard!

"Pretty sharp," Kevin admitted. Then he leaned down and whispered in Liam's ear, "You might want to arrange that thing so it's not so obvious."

Kevin glanced down at the front of Liam's pants, where the boy's erection was making itself known.

Liam looked at the front of his shorts, and hastily turned his back to the room as he started fiddling with his equipment. He had known he was hard, but he hadn't known it was making a tent. Usually he liked being a boy, but there were times that . . . . No, he enjoyed being a boy too much. It was worth the embarrassment, even if he wanted to crawl away and hide, sometimes – like now. He wasn't about to show yellow, though.

Angel was looking curiously at what was going on. After what they'd done up in his room, he thought Kevin would be paying more attention to him than to his little brother.

Kevin winked at him, then indicated his little brother with a sideways nod of his head, and then used a finger to imitate a rising cock.

Angel grinned and joined them, relieved that Kevin was just giving his brother the mickey.

"Having a problem, little brother?" he asked with mock sympathy.

"Thanks ter you two," Liam admitted sourly, turning around to face them again.

Kevin could still see the outline of Liam's adolescent erection, but it wasn't as obvious as it had been. He winked and nodded at the boy. "Good size for your age, too," he said so only the three of them would hear.

It had been a long time, but Kevin remembered his time in the school showers at Liam's age. It seemed that someone was always throwing a boner, and that meant two or three others would, as well. Kevin remembered having more than his fair share of being embarrassed like that, too. That's why it was fun to tease Liam.

Liam blushed, but was obviously pleased with the compliment. 'E's seen 'is fair share of 'em, I shouldn't wonder, Liam thought. An' 'e likes mine!

"Have a care, 'boyfriend'," Angel whispered. "Wouldn't want me jealous of my own little brother, would you?"

"He'd have to be interested, first," Kevin replied in like manner, amused at the possibility.

"And I'm not," Liam added, sounding a lot more sure than he felt. He looked at Kevin's crotch, then forced his eyes away. But they kept wandering back to forbidden territory, no matter how many times he told himself he was straight.

"See?" Kevin said.

But then he noticed the boy stealing glances at his crotch, and wondered. And remembered his college classes on human development. Most adolescent boys will experiment with a member of their own sex if given the opportunity, and a reasonable guarantee of not being discovered at it. In some countries, it was considered good training for a later married life.

He hoped Liam found a boy his own age to do it with, if he wanted to experiment. Until he saw, and then met Angel, he hadn't been interested in any guy under the age of twenty. He didn't know why he'd connected to Angel, let alone to such a strong extent, but the young man was an exception. He was in no way sexually interested in a barely pubescent boy.

"I'm ready," Megan said, coming down the stairs. Her father didn't look up, but the other three males in the room were looking at her. She accepted it as her due – even if two of them were her brothers, and the other one was gay. It was still nice to be noticed. She'd made herself look very nice, in a wholesome way, so any boys who saw her would remember her in case they met, later.

"Trolling out the bait, are we?" Kevin asked, shooting a teasing grin at the girl, whose cheeks tinted.

She should have known a gay man would know what she was up to.

Jake, hearing that comment, looked up from the television just in case he needed to lay down the law about what his daughter was wearing. When he saw what she had on, and that she wasn't wearing an excessive amount of makeup, he decided he didn't need to say or do anything, and went back to his game.

"I don't know what yer talkin' about, I'm sure," Megan said aloofly, but there was a spark of amusement in her eyes.

"'E's talkin' 'bout 'ow tarted up yer are!" Liam put in, just to stir the pot.

Kevin rolled his eyes. He should have known that Liam being quiet for long was too much to expect.

"Shut it, you!" Megan retorted, making a face at her littlest brother.

"She's got the right idea, though, Liam," Kevin told the boy. "If you want a girl, you have to make yourself look good."

Liam looked thoughtful, then took a running step, saying "I'll be—"

Kevin caught him by the arm before he got any further.

"On your own time, stud," he said. "Let's go."

"But . . . !" Liam was hoping that if he got himself a bird, he'd stop wondering what the rooster was like.

"Unless you'd rather not go with us?" Kevin asked pointedly..

Liam subsided at that, though he was a little sullen for a bit. It didn't last, of course. It wasn't the last time he'd be to town, and Kevin was about to show him where the babes hung out. 'Cause where there were guys playing sports, there'd be birds, too.

They all walked over to Kevin's place, where he pulled his car out of the garage, explaining that he hadn't wanted to do it without knowing if it was going to be used. They all piled in. Windows were opened, the radio turned on – Liam leaning up between the seats while he searched for 'somefing good' to listen to, and soon they were cruising through town.

Kevin showed the boys the skate park, baseball and soccer fields, and other sports related areas, which Liam and Megan both showed an interest in, although Kevin suspected for entirely different reasons.

Megan was interested to know where the fit boys played and worked out, but Liam wasn't only interested in playing – or at least not just sports. In that, Megan and Liam's interests were very similar, even if they were looking for different genders. It still being in the school year, and a weekday, there weren't many people around: a few that Megan might be interested in, but nobody close to Liam's age, to his disappointment.

After that, Kevin showed them where the bike trails were, which piqued Angel's interest more. He'd done some biking in the parks back home, but the traffic had been too dangerous to bike anywhere else. It looked like he'd be able to bike down here, as well as using the trails.

Kevin was happy to see they'd found something to pique his new boyfriend's interest.

It still felt strange to call someone so much younger than him his boyfriend, but Kevin couldn't think of any other term that might fit. 'Boy toy' certainly wasn't it, and Kevin almost felt affronted with himself just for thinking of it.

Then there was Stars, which had bowling ("Ten-pin bowling, mate," Liam said, 'correcting' Kevin's terminology. Evidently 'bowling' was something you did in cricket – which Kevin just barely knew enough about to know it was a game played in the UK), pool ('billiards', Liam insisted), and darts. Kevin waited with a mixture of irritation and amusement for a correction on that one, too, but didn't get one.

The Talbots were happy to hear there was pizza there, too – one of several pizzerias in town. Kevin informed them that there was also ice skating, a gymnasium, arcades, theaters ('cinemas' – Liam, again), a swimming pool, and more. There was also plenty of shopping, including a Wal-Mart and Sam's Club, but no malls. For that, Kevin told them that Sacramento was their best bet – about thirty-five miles, which was no distance at all, by car.

Thinking Maggie should get something out of this outing as well, Kevin took Megan by some of the larger grocery stores, so she could take her mother there, later.

Along the way Kevin also drove them by the two middle schools, three high schools (other than the Christian schools), and the public library which, as he'd suspected, none of them were all that interested in. But at least they knew where those things were if they ever needed to; and Liam, at least, would definitely need to know where the schools were.

By then it was lunchtime, so Kevin took them out to the best pizza place in town, by his reckoning, for food and drinks.

"Would i' be a'right t' come swim, sometime?" Liam asked after they were seated and had ordered.

"Liam!" Megan reprimanded.

"That depends," Kevin told him, ignoring Megan's exclamation. True, Liam's question could be considered rude, since it put him on the spot, but in his case Kevin didn't mind. Liam was a cheeky scamp, as his mother had so accurately pointed out, but he was a likable cheeky scamp.

"On wha'?" Liam inquired.

"On what sort of swim wear you have."

"Huh?"

The other two were looking questions at their host now, too.

"What do you go swimming in?" the man asked, and then listed, "Jammers, squarecut, bikini, thong, speedos, boardshorts . . . what?"

"Thong?" Liam said incredulously.

Kevin raised his eyebrows in mock surprise. "Really? I didn't think you'd be the type!" he replied, teasing the boy.

"No!" Liam exclaimed, cheeks tinting. "Boardshorts!"

"That's too bad," Kevin replied, miming sadness. "Nothing smaller, huh?"

Liam looked at him suspiciously. "Why?"

"I allow speedos, bikinis, thongs, and even the brief-style swimsuit," Kevin replied seriously. "If you don't have one of those, you can wear your underwear, or skinny dip."

Angel let the tip of his tongue show and delicately licked his lips at his new boyfriend when that last option was given.

Kevin's eyes widened in interest as he smiled at the youth.

"Skinny dip?" Liam asked curiously.

"Wild swimming," Megan put in with a teasing smirk.

"Naked?" Liam screeched, looking horrified. How the bloody 'ell would he 'ide his boner wif nufin' on? He was throwing one, just thinking about it. He blushed a deep shade of red when he realized that everyone in the restaurant was staring at him for his outburst.

As brash as the boy was, Kevin was having a hard time believing the boy would be body shy – at least in a swimming situation. He thought it was most likely just a 'public' reaction, and the boy would be a lot more adventurous if it ever came down to it.

"Hey, you don't have to," he told Liam with a smirk similar to Megan's. "It's just a suggestion. One of several, if you'll recall."

"I think ya'd look cute in a thong," Megan purred at her baby brother. Liam's response looked as though he'd just tasted something nasty, causing both Angel and Kevin to break out in laughter at the boy's expense.

Liam shot her a look of disgust. If he were going to let his arse hang out, he might's well let it all hang out! No sissified swimming costumes for him, thank you very much!

"Those cute little buns hanging out for everyone to see," Angel added with a mock leer.

"A'right! Enough!" Liam almost shouted, then looked accusingly at Kevin. "No suggestions from you?" he snarked. You started it, you shirtlifter! he mentally snarled.

"No," Kevin replied, trying to look innocent. He waited for the boy to relax before adding, "I'm still picturing you naked."

Liam's face turned a bright crimson, and he sank down in his seat, almost disappearing under the table. "I'm sittin' wi' a lot o' pervs," he complained, almost whimpering the words.

Kevin winked at Angel who, along with his sister, was laughing his ass off, then reached over and gave his boyfriend's hand a quick squeeze.

Liam recovered quickly enough, although he grumbled awhile about it, and didn't realize until much later that he'd never set up a time when he might use the pool – in his underwear, thank you, until he could persuade his da to buy some speedos for him.

Kevin took them home, but Angel stayed in the car with him. He parked in his garage and hit the remote to close the door, expecting that the young man would lean over for a kiss as soon as the door was shut, but he'd gone shy again. So he did it – a soft, clinging, closed-mouth kiss that brought Angel's arms up around his neck, silently begging for more.

God, but I could stay in his arms forever! Angel thought. He felt so safe, and warm, and . . . melty. He welcomed the touch when Kevin's hand cupped his crotch and gently rubbed his hard-on.

Kevin continued the kiss, delighting in Angel's soft, pliable lips, then eased his tongue out to rest between those lips, asking for entrance. Angel gave it, parting them just enough.

After awhile, Kevin eased back from him, and wondered at the dreamy expression on Angel's face, before the youth's eyes slowly opened.

The young man looked so delectable that Kevin leaned back in for one more taste of him before saying, "Are you coming inside?"

A look of regret came over Angel's face as he said, "I need to finish unpacking and put things away."

Kevin was sorry to hear that, but at the same time, he was glad that the young man had a sense of responsibility.

"Maybe you and I could do some of that 'wild swimming' some night soon," he offered. "The pool should be warm enough for it by tomorrow night."

Angel took the initiative this time, and leaned in to kiss his man just as gently as he'd been kissed.

"If I can get away, it's a date," he said.

Liam's incident in the pool scared Kevin. It preyed on his mind, and finally he determined to do something about it. Intent on finding out if there were better alternatives to the system he used – that every pool he knew of used – he got on line that night, and began an hours-long study. What he found disturbed him even more: chlorine systems such as he used were linked to raised incidents of developing asthma, cancer, and other ailments, due to the chlorine and its byproducts being absorbed directly into the skin.

Kevin decided his pool date with Angel might have to wait until he could find and make use of an alternate system. Although . . . Surely one time wouldn't hurt?

After those hours of study, Kevin decided on a free-ion system, backed up by a chlorine-free pool shock. Even better, that system would cost well under five hundred dollars, and according to what he read, would be cheaper in the long run than the chemical chlorine system, and be less work, besides.

He ordered it the next morning, but found out that the soonest he could get it installed would be three days later. Still good time, though, considering. He had actually expected it to take a few weeks before they could get to him.

Angel was carrying a small plastic bag with him when he went over to Kevin's, and asked if he could use the man's bathroom. Kevin agreed, of course. When Angel came out he was wearing long, white, thigh-high nylon stockings, a garter belt to keep them up, and white lace panties.

Angel posed for Kevin, then nervously asked, "What do you think?"

Kevin was floored, and it took him a moment to find his voice. When he did, he was honest with the young man. Angel had put a lot on the line by doing this, so Kevin decided he could do no less.

"The stockings are . . . Well, I guess they're sexy, Angel, but the garter belt and panties?" Kevin shook him head negatively. "Are a bit over the top. I don't want a girl – even a fake girl."

Angel's face fell.

"Do those make you feel sexy?" Kevin asked, stepping up to the now embarrassed youth, and taking him in his arms.

Angel flattened himself to the man as much as he could, hiding himself from view, but he gave a small nod.

"I think we can find some boy's underwear that can do that, too," Kevin said in reply, "and they won't cramp your crotch so much "

"What?" Angel asked in a small voice.

"Thongs, bikinis, see-through, sexy jock straps – pretty much anything."

"Sexy jock straps?" the young man echoed disbelievingly.

"Leather, fishnet, see-through, silk . . . Need I go on?" Kevin inquired.

Kevin could feel Angel hardening against him as the youth said, "Silk?"

Angel could imagine it. A silk jock-strap: soft, sensual, leaving his ass available for his man . . . .

"Mm-hm. Silk," the man confirmed, reaching down to stroke Angel's growing length, "although nylon and other fabrics are a lot more common, and some are almost as smooth as silk." Kevin liked sexy underwear himself, and had done some online shopping.

"Where did you find out you liked this, anyway?" he asked.

"Boarding school," Angel confessed quietly.

"How?"

"Some of the older boys made us dress up in them," he informed his boyfriend, "and then made us rub them off. Sometimes they'd fuck us between our legs."

Kevin stopped playing with the teen's erection. He had a suspicion, and didn't want to reinforce Angel's mental connection between women's undergarments and sex if he was right.

"Us?" he inquired.

"Freddy, Brad, and me."

"Were Freddy and Brad pretty boys, too?" Kevin inquired, wondering if the prettiest boys had been singled out for this 'honor'.

Angel nodded.

"How many times . . . ?"

Angel shrugged. "A few," he admitted.

Kevin had a feeling it was more than just 'a few', but he didn't push it. It looked as though Angel may have been conditioned by those boys, though they probably didn't know they were doing it, to associate sex and women's clothing. Regardless, what they'd done was abuse.

"Did they make you do anything else?" he asked, dreading the answer.

Angel shook his head. "They wanted to fuck us – they said the staff wouldn't do anything – but Freddy and Brad threatened to report them to the bobbies."

That was a relief to Kevin, although he noted that the teen hadn't included himself in the nay-sayers. But at fourteen or fifteen – Angel hadn't said when it happened, and Kevin didn't think it important enough to ask – he himself would have been up for almost any kind of sex with almost any guy who was willing. Fortunately, he had his own Kevin, then.

But Angel wasn't through talking, yet. "I . . . If it had been just one of them . . . But I was afraid. And they always made sure I knew I was common, coming from East London and new money. It was awful."

"They were wrong, you know," Kevin murmured in his young boyfriend's ear. "You're not the least bit common."

Angel's response was to tighten his hold on Kevin, pushing his face more firmly into the man's chest.

Those white hose, Kevin pondered. Maybe he could let Angel keep them?

No. They looked great on him now, but that wasn't likely to last as he got older, and he thought he'd probably be doing him a disservice if he indulged the teen in them. One step at a time, he thought. Get rid of the panties, both because he thought they were too tight in the crotch to be healthy for Angel's genitals, and because he wanted a young man who was comfortable being sexy in men's clothes. He'd have Angel toss the garter belt as well – just because. Weaning the teen off the stockings could come later.

Speaking of which . . . .

"Take those panties off. The garter belt, too," Kevin softly instructed. "Give them to your sister if you want, but I'm going to get you some sexy men's underwear."

He had meant for Angel to change back into his other underwear in the bathroom, but the young man undid the garter belt right there, then stripped out of both that and the panties, and tossed them aside.

Kevin wasn't going to stop Angel if he felt comfortable doing that in front of him.

He looked at Angel when he stood up for his approval. "Very nice," he complimented with an appreciative smile, "but when I nibble on your thighs, I want to taste you, not your stockings."

"Nibble . . . ?" Angel repeated, his voice ragged, his cock quickly swelling.

Kevin nodded. "Mm-hm," the man told him, still feasting his eyes on the lad's form, "nibble."

Without hesitation, Angel started taking off the stockings, too. He was nervous, but not enough to stop him.

Maybe he wasn't as conditioned as I thought, Kevin thought, looking forward to fulfilling his promise to the teen.