Appropriate behaviour – Level 3

This is the last part of the trilogy, hoping you have read it as that, were there any questions?

The disgruntled young individual walked over to the older with one purpose only; seated waiting, the older had many memories of what it would be. They had done the shoulder to cry on, the sympathetic older ear but things had moved on; it was no longer just an escape from other boys; he, the younger, understood the feelings and attractions he had easily developed.

The two had known of each other for some time, outwardly not on an even footing but there had always been a classifiable if socially unacceptable link. Age was the spoiler although the shadow of the world’s judgement hadn’t seemed to be a problem for them. Knowing how society would judge should have been a major concern but this was an intimacy that had developed honestly, knowingly sought and generously found. There was everything that could be labelled inappropriate; only not in their minds.

The younger slid his facing chair closer so their knees touched as they waited for the background banter and noise to fade, the rowdy group worked out that there was no fun to be had despite the sight of the older and the younger being so incongruous.

With the audience gone, the couples eyes didn’t need to meet nor words be exchanged as the younger were just happy to be this close to his confidante. It was a fact that the younger’s feelings were a chaos of natural, hormone based developments which were so excited that the opportunity of an outlet had been to enticing, compared to the vague hope for some sort of empathy from his peers. What he thought he wanted he had definitely found with this situation.

No longer shy he held out a hand easily, knowing where to place it and understanding what he wanted to be done with it. The slim pale fingers were taken gently but firmly by ones that were bulkier, creased with age and work; both were able to appreciate the delicacy of the other.

Still no words had been exchanged, but there was the certainty of a much desired intimacy. It was now just the two of them now as the world had been forced out of hearing and interest.

Eventually the older gently lifted the boy’s chin to recognise the flash of knowing desire in the clear grey-green eyes; a look told the older everything and was accentuated as the younger slipped easily onto the adjacent chair. Single knowing hands gripped palm to palm while still in public but the still discreet contact zipped up their forearms to rub at the elbow and onto uneven shoulders, both shaking slightly with the tension of what would hopefully come next. The smooth movement set the younger’s mop of manicured sun-streaked hair deliberately falling to one side; he knew the effect it had on the older. A half hidden smile creased his delicate and as yet acne free cheek as it rested heavily onto the pointed shoulder of the other. Words were not required for their body’s heat and growing reactions to speak volumes for them both.

Breathing deepened and spontaneously synchronised, bodies with certain knowledge sympathetically tuned to what would happen, what had happened; the world around them faded to almost nothing.

It was not difficult to make out who made the next move but there was no real need as the underlying emotion was the same.

It was actually the older’s hand which had been first to unclasp which allowed it to brush past the short-haired nape of the boy’s fine neck where it griped the developing shoulder. Initially it had been to give a hug of assurance but with time and acceptance the hand had explored the boundaries of the younger’s acceptance; there had never seemed to be any limits.

The younger’s freed hands slipped comfortably into the heat and expansion between the others thighs knowing what he could feel and deliberately invigorating it. With his own response as yet undetectable he showed his arousal in subtler ways, turning to let the older’s hand slide down to his narrow waist and twisting to allow access to the loose band of his school trousers. After an automated glance around them, the older’s hand slipped comfortably into the hollowed back and his middle finger slotted into the tight smooth valley between the young silky buttocks; an almost imperceptible groan of pleasure was breathed into his ear and closed his eyes. Each paused to gauge any adverse reaction from their surroundings, this was still a public place after all but thankfully, there was none.

Gone were those awkward early days when they had sat side by side trying to work out who was helping whom. Then, conversation had found nothing more than a mutual acceptance of a friendship but with a growing awareness or was it the hope of something more. For the younger it had been sensing and appreciating maturity that his peers were still working out. For the older it was an opportunity to live many moments that had never been realised at that volatile stage in his own life. The escalation since those testing moments had provided adventures in ways that were both education and mutual satisfaction. With such awareness, the touching of soft edged lips to bristled cheek signalled the time for them to be more private.

Trying their best to hide the excited prominence each sported as they stood up, the two moved apart but remained invisibly held together by the knowledge of the intimacy that would soon smother all sense of propriety with adulterated animal possession.

Hands 3


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