It was a marvelous day that I spent with Tad but it was now getting late, so we went up to my bedroom to get ready to sleep.  We both took a shower, but we did it separately.  It never occurred to us that this was something that we might do together.  What we did do together was spend the rest of the night without any clothes on at all.  I didn’t have to worry about anyone coming in unexpectedly.  My mother never came into my room and the help had been instructed to knock first, and then wait for me to tell them to enter.  We both knew that we were safe from being discovered.

We got under the covers of my double bed and we moved close to each other.  We didn’t know for sure what we were doing, but we kept rubbing each other’s penis because it felt so good.  We continued this until we started to get a little sore from the stimulation, and then we finally drifted off to sleep.  The next morning we got up and played on the computer for a while before we dressed to go down for breakfast.  When we ate, Tad was surprised that he was allowed to select anything that he wanted.  He told me that it was like going out to a restaurant without having to pay the bill.  He was used to having a nice home and a good life, but he wasn’t used to having so many people to take care of his needs.  Here, we had cooks to prepare the meals, maids to do the cleaning, valets to take care of and lay out our clothing, laundry personnel to clean the clothing, a butler to run the household and answer the door, and a chauffeur to take care of the car and to drive us wherever we wanted to go.  The only person we didn’t have was someone to love and care for us personally.  As I was an only child, my parents decided to discontinue the nanny when I started school.  My father was always there to care for me after that.  When he died, I had no one left to help me.  I guess that I didn’t count for much after my father was gone.

We finished breakfast and went out to play.  This time we were Robin Hood and Little John.  We switched roles halfway through so we both had the opportunity to be Robin Hood.  Around midday we quit to have lunch and Tad had to go home shortly after that.  We promised each other that we would make this a regular activity and Tad said he would check with his mother to see if we could do this at their house the next weekend.  He said that he didn’t have a play area like mine, but we could find other ways to carry out our fantasies.  I agreed.  I didn’t care what we did or where we did it, as long as we were together.

After Tad left I was depressed, but I was also excited to know that I had someone in my life who actually cared about me.  I couldn’t wait for school to begin on Monday, so I could see him again and find out if we could spend another weekend together.  The rest of the day I found myself experiencing all kinds of strange feelings.  I couldn’t get Tad out of my mind.  My heart raced, I felt a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach, and my skin felt cold and clammy.  I missed him so much that I wanted to call him, but they didn’t have a phone yet.  Even if they had, I wouldn’t want to become a nuisance and cause his mother to not want me hanging around.  I just had to force myself to wait and see him in class.  I wondered if Tad was feeling the same way I was.

Monday morning, Tad was waiting for me in front of the school.  He told me that his mother had agreed to my coming over for the upcoming weekend.  In fact, she suggested that if it was okay with my mother, I could come over Friday after school and stay until Sunday afternoon.  She was happy that Tad had made a new friend and she wanted to let us spend as much time as possible together.  I was ecstatic.  Of course it would be okay with my mother.  Heck, she didn’t even know I was there when I was there.  I’d just inform the butler, so he would know where I was in case anyone should wonder, though I didn’t suppose they would.  It was set.  I would stay with Tad from Friday until Sunday.  ‘Yes, Win, there is a God,’ I told myself.

Every noon hour we would spend the time together, trying to plan what types of fantasies we would act out this weekend.  The first one that we agreed to do was to pretend we were in Camelot.  One of us would play King Arthur and the other one could be Merlin or Sir Lancelot, switching between the characters as the story dictated.  We decided that after we did that adventure, we could be Tom Sawyer and Huckleberry Finn.  We could pretend that we were floating our raft down the Mississippi River.  This was going to be great.  We’d have new adventures to go along with a new location.  Tad suggested that their back deck could serve as both Camelot and the raft.  They also had a circular patio table that we could use as the ‘Round Table’ and we could use the patio umbrella as a sail for the raft.  Yes, this was going to be super.

By the time Friday arrived, we had all of our plans in place.  When school ended, we literally ran to Tad’s house.  His mother was there and she gave us some milk and cookies when we first arrived.  Then we took my things up to Tad’s room.  After that, we went out on the deck and began our journey down the mighty Mississippi.  Oh, what fun.  We were chased all around by Injun’ Joe and then we were nearly captured by slave traders who wanted to sell us to work on the cotton plantations.  We did that until dinnertime and then we went in to eat with Tad’s parents.  This was the first time that I met Tad’s father, and he seemed like a very nice man.  He talked to us all through dinner, asking us about school, what we had done earlier in the day, and what we were planning to do the rest of the weekend.  He seemed really interested in our games and he even gave us some new ideas.  In a way, he even reminded me of my own dad and about how much I missed him.

After dinner we went back to finish our adventure.  We played hard until it started to get dark, and then we had to go in and get ready for bed.  We had to keep our underwear on in Tad’s bedroom, because his parents would stop in to check on us, but that didn’t stop our hands from slipping under the waistbands and playing with the other’s dick.  Within a minute after his mother had said good night and turned out the lights, we had our hands in each other’s jockeys and both of our little wieners were rock hard and straining to break through the front of our briefs.  We stayed up quite a long time, feeling each other up, before we tired of that activity and fell asleep.  I must admit that we both slept well that evening.

Saturday morning we got up and showered before we set out on another round of fantasy games.  We played Camelot all morning and continued it after lunch. During the morning Tad was King Arthur and I was Merlin.  We fought off an invading evil army and I had a duel with Morgana, the evil enchantress.  In the afternoon, I was King Arthur and Tad was Sir Lancelot.  We fought off dragons and then we fought in mighty individual duels and jousts.  In the end, we defeated our opponents and the dragons were slain.  Oh, what valiant warriors we were!  After dinner we switched to being space explorers and we went to visit many other planets.  We helped to settle Mars and we set up a science research station on one of Jupiter’s moons.  We made first contact with many alien races from distant galaxies and, at one point, we discovered a plot to overthrow the governments of earth.  We had saved the world from invasion and we kept the human race from becoming enslaved.  For our acts of bravery, we were given seats on the international body that would rule the earth.  It was a day of great excitement and many accomplishments. 

That night Tad’s mom made us take a bath.  She said that we needed to soak to remove the dirt from our bodies.  She told us that it looked like we had painted our skin with dirt while playing.  We didn’t argue and we decided to take our bath together.  She was kind enough not to come in to help us.  I think I would have been embarrassed if she had seen me without my clothes on.  We washed ourselves and then we washed each other, just to make sure we were really clean.   We remained pretty much in control of ourselves, until Tad started to break wind under water.  All of the sudden, all of these bubbles started coming to the surface and Tad was in hysterics.  It took me a while to figure out what was happening but, when I did, I wanted to get out of the tub immediately.  I certainly didn’t want to stay in that tub, or even in the bathroom, after all of Tad’s farts had been released.  I jumped out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and ran for Tad’s room.  I think his mother got a good look at my bare butt as I raced down the hallway, and I heard her asking Tad what had happened.  I could hear Tad laughing as he told his mother how he broke wind in the tub and how I had bolted from the room.  She wasn’t quite as amused as he was.  She told Tad that his actions were very rude and that he should apologize to me immediately.  He agreed, although hesitantly, and when he joined me in his bedroom, he told me he was sorry.  We both started laughing again and I told him that he was a pig.  Then I told him that he was worse than a pig.  He told me that he couldn’t understand what I was so upset about.  With his tongue in cheek he said, “Your family’s in gas and I am too.  So what’s the big deal?”  I must have made a funny face because he was soon breaking up, laughing uncontrollably.

That night we hopped into bed and I rolled over to go to sleep.  I was just too tired from the day’s activities to think about doing anything.  I started to doze off immediately, almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.  I was nearly asleep when I felt Tad’s breath on my cheek.  I opened my eyes to look in his direction when I discovered that Tad was leaning over me.  Seeing my eyes open, he very slowly lowered his head and put his lips on mine.  At this point we began kissing each other.  Neither of us knew how to kiss, so our kisses were like those you’d give your mother.  Our lips puckered and we made little smacking noises with our mouths.  We were just letting the other person know how much we cared for him.  Before I realized what was happening, Tad had crawled on top of me, his body gently sliding against mine.  Our little cocks were rubbing against each other through the cloth of our briefs and pretty soon we were instinctively thrusting our hips into each other.  It didn’t take long before we were getting those wonderful tingling sensations that we felt when we rubbed each other’s dicks.  We did that for a few minutes more before Tad rolled back into his own spot.

“What was that all about?” I asked him.

“I don’t know.  I was lying here watching you and I thought I should kiss you good night.  I was just going to give you a quick kiss on the cheek, but then I decided to kiss you on your lips instead.  I didn’t mean to go for so long, but I really started to like it and I knew that I had to give you more.  I don’t know why I got on top of you.  You aren’t mad at me, are you?”

“Heck, no.  That felt great.  I wouldn’t mind doing that again.”

“Really?  You’re not mad at me?”

“Aren’t you listening?  I said that I’m not mad.  I liked it.  It felt very nice.  We’ll try it again the next time you stay over at my house.  Okay?”

“Sure, why not?  It did feel good.”

“Great.  Tomorrow you can ask your parents if you can come over to my house next weekend, from Friday until Sunday.  We’ll have more privacy there and we won’t have to worry about getting caught.  Is that all right with you?”

“Of course.”

Sunday led to a new round of adventures.  This time we were Robinson Caruso and his servant, Friday.  We were living on a small island (the deck), trying to survive on our own.  We spent our time avoiding the cannibals who lived on this and nearby islands, as they searched for food.  Then we had to lookout for the headhunters who came to the island to attack and kill the cannibals, so they could shrink their heads for religious ceremonies.  It was a wild day and we had a great time.  When his mother called us in for lunch, Tad asked her about next weekend.  She readily agreed, seeing how much fun we had together with our youthful imaginations.  She thought the friendship was good for both of us, and who were we to disagree? 

After lunch, Tad’s mom drove me home.  I told her that I could walk or call the chauffeur, but she wouldn’t hear of it.  She told me that she’d be happy to be my chauffeur and that she would take me back herself.  Tad and I sat in the back seat and he gave me a hug before I got out of the car to go into my house.  I don’t know whether his mother saw this but, if she did, she didn’t say anything about it.  I got out and stood in front of the car waving to them as they left the driveway.  Tad’s mother yelled out her window.

“Good-bye, Win.  I’ll see you next weekend when I drop Tad off.  Be good, honey.”

That was nice.  I don’t remember my own mother talking to me like that since I was very little.  I wish my mother were more like Tad’s mother.  I miss my dad, but I miss my mother more.  My dad was dead and I couldn’t change that, but my mom is here and she just doesn’t care.  Sometimes that hurts more than the fact that my dad is gone.  I thought maybe I’d try to do something to change that.

I went upstairs to the master bedroom suite and knocked lightly on the door.  There was no response so I opened it a little and peeked my head inside.  I could see my mother lying on her bed.  I walked softly over beside the bed and looked up at her.  She was lying there with her eyes closed and I thought that maybe she was asleep or passed out in another drunken stupor.  I turned to slink back out of the room when I heard her speak to me.

“What are you doing in here?”

“Hi, mom,” I said, trying to sound happy.  “I just wanted to come in, see how you were, and say hello.”

“Hello,” she said brusquely.  “You know that you’re not supposed to be in here.”

“But I haven’t seen you in a while and I missed you.  I just wanted to come in and tell you that I love you.”

“Very well, you’ve said it.  Now you can leave.”  She sat up on her bed, picked up a glass from her nightstand, and she took a drink.  Her brushing me off like that hurt very deeply.  Doesn’t she love me at all?  I had to find out.

“Mom, may I have a kiss?”  I looked over at her sitting on the bed and I tried to put on my most pathetic expression.

“Oh, all right.  Come here.”  Yes, I did it.  I walked over to the bed and she turned her cheek and pushed it out to me so I could kiss it.  What was this?  She wasn’t even going to kiss her son?  I started to lean in and kiss her on the cheek but, just as my lips touched her skin, I decided that I just couldn’t do it.  I turned away quickly and raced out of the room, shutting the door behind me.  I don’t think my mother even noticed that I didn’t really kiss her or understood why I left so quickly.  I raced down the hall to my room and went in, slamming the door behind me.

Does she think she’s the queen and she’s just letting one her lowly subject kiss her noble cheek?  Or does she think the she’s the ‘massa’s’ wife who is letting one of her poor slaves take a peck at her aristocratic face?  Then again, maybe she thinks that she’s a saint ministering to the wretched poor and she’s letting them make their prayer of supplication by kissing her radiant countenance.  Damn it!  Who does she think she is?  She’s none of those things.  She’s my mother and she’s supposed to kiss her son.  She’s supposed to have feelings for me and I for her, but this is beginning to look like a one-way street.  Even if I try to show her my love, she’s only going to go through the motions of returning it.  It’s obvious that she doesn’t have the same feelings for me.  Why did my father have to die?  Why couldn’t it have been my mother?  If I had to lose a parent, why couldn’t I lose the one that didn’t love me instead of the one who did?  As all of these thoughts continued to race through my mind, I buried my face into my pillow and I began to cry.  No, that’s not quite right.  I didn’t just cry, I sobbed.  My chest was heaving, the tears were flowing, and the sounds of anguish escaped from my lungs.  But crying wasn’t all that I did.  I also swore into that pillow and then I beat on it, like I wished I could beat on my mother for hurting me.  I needed to let my anger and hurt out, and that poor pillow took the brunt of my assault.  How could anyone be so cruel and so thoughtless?  How could I be so unworthy of my mother’s love?

After a time, I cried myself to sleep and I remained that way for over an hour.  When I awoke it was late afternoon and suddenly everything that I had been feeling earlier came flooding back into my mind.  At that moment I resolved that I would never let her hurt me like that again.  From that day forward I would have nothing more to do with that woman and I would no longer consider her my mother.  Whether Mrs. Driscoll knows it or not, she now has another son.  She’s much nicer to me, so I’ll just think of her as my mother, and my own mother can go to hell, as far as I’m concerned.

That next Friday I went with Tad over to his house to get his things.  When we entered the house, his mother was in the kitchen and she said ‘hello’.  I ran over and gave her a hug.

“How sweet.  What brought that on, Winthrop?”

“I just missed you since last weekend.  I like you a lot.  You’re really nice to me.”

“Well, thank you, dear.  I like you a lot, too.  You’re a really sweet young man and I’m glad that you and Thadeus are friends.”

“It’s TAD, Mom, and he’s WIN.  We don’t like it when you use our other names.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, dear.  I shall try to remember that.  Will you forgive me Winthrop…I mean Win?”

I just grinned at her and nodded my head up and down.  “You can call me whatever you want, Mrs. Driscoll.  I like it no matter what you call me.  Tad’s just a grump. He acts like a cranky old man who’s trapped in a young body.”  Tad shot me a dirty look and his mother began to laugh.

“You’re right, Win, dear.  Sometimes he is an old grump in a little boy’s body.  I hope that you can be a positive influence on him and get him to change his ways.”

“Mom!” Tad screeched.

“I shall try, Mrs. Driscoll, but it’s going to be hard.  You’ll have to give me some time to work on him.”

“Certainly, dear.  Take as much time as you need.  I know that it takes time to perform miracles.”

Tad was totally exasperated by now.  “Mom, I’ll go up and get my things and you can start the car.  I’ll be right out.  Win, you come with me.”  That last statement sounded like a command and I hadn’t heard Tad speak so forcefully before.

“What were you trying to do to me down there?” Tad asked me as we walked up the stairs.

“I was just having some fun with your mother.  If she likes me, then she won’t try to keep us from seeing each other.  I just want her to like me so we can spend all of our weekends together.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to make me look bad while you’re doing it, do you?  You keep that up and she’s going to like you better than she likes me.”

“No, she won’t.  She’s your mom and she loves you.  I just want to make sure that she likes me.”

“Okay, but don’t overdo it.”

We went back downstairs and we got into the car.  Tad’s mom drove us over to my house and we got out.  Tad kissed his mother good-bye and we started for the front door.

“Winthrop, haven’t you forgotten something?” she asked me.

Puzzled, I looked at her.  “I don’t know.  What?”

“My kiss.  You forgot my kiss young man.”  Excitedly, I ran over to the driver’s side window and I gave her a kiss.  Then, I waved to her as she drove out of the driveway.  That confirms it.  She loves me more than my mother…I mean that woman who lives upstairs.  I walked up and joined Tad.

“See.  She’s beginning to like you more than me,” he said in a strange voice.

“No, Tad.  Maybe as much as you, but never more.”

We went into the house and we threw Tad’s things into my room.  After that, we headed to the kitchen for a snack.  Since the staff knew that Tad was coming over this weekend, the cook prepared something special for when we arrived.  She had a slice of cake and a glass of milk ready for us when we came in.  We devoured it almost immediately and we both thanked the cook for the excellent treat.  We asked her to bend down and she did, expecting us to whisper something in her ear.  Instead, we both gave her a kiss on the cheek, one on each side.  She blushed and smiled at us as we ran out back to play.

Believe it or not, that had been the nicest day I’ve had since my father died.  That was also the most affection that I’ve felt since that dreadful day, as well.