Chapter 8: Nice Firm Breasts

Whilst Lewis and Ella were at Andrews wedding, Cliff was doing his first stand in at the shop with Mike. He was thrilled to bits. They had their usual hectic morning, then Cliff went to the chippy.

They sat in the back room and ate their lunches, sharing them between them as usual. Over a coffee afterwards, Mike asked him how the rehearsals were going.

Cliff told him they were going well, ‘I go to the music teacher Kerry, and rehearse singing on Thursday night with Garry. He’s another boy in the show who’s become a good friend. Then on a Saturday as a rule, I go to Kerry’s on my own and rehearse my solo.’

‘Because I’m here today, I’m going Monday night this week instead. Then I go to Nigel’s on a Sunday to learn my lines and where I should be at any point in the show. On a Wednesday I go to the group meeting, where we all rehearse the full show together.’

‘That sounds like a very full schedule Mike said. But from the sound of it you are enjoying it all.’ ‘Yes, I love it.’ Cliff told him, ‘And everyone in the society is lovely to work with.’

They finished their coffees, and Cliff washed the cups and put them away. When he turned from the cupboard, he found that Mike had moved over to sit in the armchair. Cliff looked at him uncertain. Mike smiled at him.

‘Anytime you want a hug, or just feel like sitting close to someone,’ he told him, ‘Just come and do it.’ Cliff beamed at him and headed over towards him. As he got close Mike said, ‘Come up here if you want to,’ he patted his knee. ‘Or if you’d rather, we can go and sit side by side on the settee.’

‘Knee please.’ Cliff said as he got up. He cuddled into Mike who put his arm around him. Mike kissed the top of his head. ‘Lewis never normally tells me anything about his counselling.’ Mike told him. ‘But because you said he could, he’s told me everything that happened to you.’

‘I’m just telling you that, so you know that I know. Because of what happened to you, I understand why you may sometimes feel a need to be very close to people you feel safe with. I’ll never mention it again, but if you ever need to talk about it or ask me anything because of it, you’ll know that you can do so.’

‘As far as sitting on my knee goes, I think it’s lovely having you there. So, for as long as you want to, you don’t ever need to ask, ok?’ ‘Ok.’ Cliff told him happily. He reached his head up, kissed him on his cheek and snuggled down again.

They sat happily in silence for a while, then Cliff said, ‘Mike, did Lewis tell you absolutely everything?’ ‘As far as I know he did,’ Mike told him, ‘Although you can never be sure with Lewis. He might have thought there were bits it was better I didn’t know.’

‘Do you just see your friend Garry at rehearsals?’ Mike asked him. ‘Up to now, yes.’ Cliff said, ‘But that might change after the show.’ ‘It’s nice having a special friend, isn’t it?’ Mike said. ‘Yes, we both look forward to our combined lesson at Kerry’s each week.’ Cliff told him.

‘You wouldn’t get much chance to talk if you’re both singing though.’ Mike said. ‘We do at the end,’ Cliff told him, ‘Garry’s dad picks him up afterwards, so there’s usually a quarter of an hour to wait. Kerry has other things to do, so the two of us just stay in the studio, sit in the armchair and talk.’

‘Actually,’ he added smiling, ‘It’s just like we’re doing now except that Garry sits on my knee. It makes me feel quite old when he asks me about things.’ Cliff said with a smile. ‘Like girls and stuff?’ Mike asked.

‘How did you guess?’ Cliff asked lifting his head a looking at him. ‘I may seem very old to you now,’ Mike said, ‘But I was your age once, and I had special friends too. That’s how lots of youngsters learn about life.’

‘Do you tell Garry to sit on your knee or does he ask you?’ ‘To start with he asked me.’ Cliff said. ‘Then after it had happened a few times, I told him I loved him sitting there and he was to just assume it was ok.’ Then he smiled up at Mike and said, ‘That’s just like the two of us here.’ as he suddenly realised the similarities.

‘That’s good.’ Mike said. ‘The older person always carry’s the responsibility. So, it’s always a good idea to let the youngest choose what he wants to do. Then you can have lots of fun together.’ ‘Yes.’ Cliff said smiling as he remembered the last session with Garry.

‘When I was your age,’ Mike told him, ‘I had a special friend who was three years older than me. We used to get close together just like you and I are now. I learned an awful lot from him. All the sort of things you wouldn’t have dreamt about asking anyone else as a rule.’

‘Yes, Garry’s like that with me.’ Cliff told him. ‘So far I’ve been able to answer everything he’s asked.’ ‘Well, if he asks something you can’t answer,’ Mike told him, ‘You can always ask me. No matter what it is.’

‘Do you always sit like we are sitting?’ Mike asked him. ‘No, sometimes we sit facing each other.’ Cliff said. ‘Can you show me what you mean?’ Mike asked. Cliff got up and sat astride Mikes knees with his own knees down between Mikes thighs and the arms of the chair.

As they smiled at each other, Mike said, ‘That’s a nice position, it brings back some happy memories. I sat like you are on my pal’s knee, but we didn’t have as many clothes on as we two do now.’

‘That’s like me and Gar... ‘ Cliff started to say then stopped as he went bright red. ‘Yes,’ Mike said smiling at him, ‘It’s much nicer like that isn’t it?’ ‘Yes.’ Cliff admitted. ‘The first time we did it,’ Mike told him, ‘We were just in our shorts.’

‘We were just in our underpants.’ Cliff told him, realising Mike had guessed but didn’t seem to think there was anything wrong in it. ‘Even better,’ Mike said with a beam, although he was puzzled about them being in just their underpants with Kerry around. ‘You can see much more and feel much closer then, can’t you?’ Cliff said nothing, he just went red once more.

‘Do you know what we used to call this position?’ Mike asked. ‘No.’ Cliff answered. ‘Our feeling position,’ Mike told him. ‘Garry and I call it, ‘Our touching position.’ Cliff said with surprise at it being so similar. Then having said it he looked at Mike in concern.

‘Did you both enjoy it?’ Mike asked. ‘Yes, definitely.’ ‘That’s all that matters,’ Mike said, ‘My pal and I did too. Gosh this brings back so many memories. Who touched first?’ Mike asked. ‘Garry touched me.’ Cliff told him. ‘How did it feel?’ ‘Lovely, it made me throb like mad.’ Then he stopped having realised he had just admitted to where he had been touched.

‘Why did Garry go first?’ Mike asked. ‘I said he could if he wanted to,’ Cliff told him, feeling less embarrassed already. Mike looked him in the face and said, ‘Cliff, you can touch me in the same place if you want to.’ ‘Really?’ Cliff asked as the front of his trousers did a dance. That didn’t go unnoticed by Mike who had also swelled up at the thought.

‘You don’t have to,’ Mike said, ‘I’m not going to push you. But if you wanted to try it, I know I’d love it too. Just like I did all those years ago.’ He smiled and nodded at him.

Cliff reached out but paused, Mike smiled at him, ‘It’s ok,’ he told him, ‘I’d like you to.’ Cliff rested his hand on Mikes trousers and felt his cock throb. ‘It’s enormous.’ he exclaimed in surprise. ‘Feel around if you want to.’ Mike told him.

As Cliffs hand explored over his trousers, they were both making happy noises and Mikes cock, restricted by lack of space, throbbed as much as it could.

When Cliff finally took his hand away, he looked at Mike in awe. ‘I’ve never felt one so big.’ he said. ‘It wasn’t that big when I was your age.’ Mike told him.

Cliff went quiet, then he said, ‘Mike, I don’t suppose you’d want to feel a tiddler, but I’d love you to do the same to me.’ ‘The size doesn’t matter,’ Mike said. ‘What matters is that you are inviting me to touch that part of you. To do so would be very special and make us very close friends. So yes, I’d love to. But are you sure?’

Cliff beamed at him, ‘Yes, definitely.’ he told him. He watched Mikes big hand moving slowly towards him. When he rested his hand flat and gently over his cock it did a dance in his trousers. ‘It’s got some power.’ Mike told him as he felt it kicking his palm through Cliffs trousers. He felt all around, then held his arms out.