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I went home after the Cricket match, now fully accepting that Jon would seek me out, but the days passed and nothing happened,

I thought, 'Is it me,?

'Could I have misread the situation,' but no, my gaydar had pinged and i was positive he felt the same when he put his hand on my shoulder and said,

'See you later,

I had seen the look in his eyes,

I knew he liked me since i was eight or nine he had always passed me and ruffled my hair,

Once, when i was twelve, i had fallen overrunning too fast and had scuffed my knees, and it was Jon who helped me up and wiped away my tears and he kissed me and said,

'Don't cry Rory, it's only a scrape,'

I had been infatuated with him ever since.

I just couldn't think of why he was avoiding me and was Jamie who explained something about Jon,

Yes he was gay but he was very moral, and the idea of seeking sex with a fifteen and a half-year-old boy was just out of the question as far as he was concerned. and I was frustrated to hell.

I saw him a week later without Bobo so i used that excuse to speak to him,

I approached and his sunny disposition had disappeared,

'Hello, Rory,' he said morosely when he saw me.

'Hi Jon, what's up?' he looked at me

'Bobo's broken his leg and he is at the vet's, and i could see tears welling up in his eyes,

I grabbed his small frame and brought him to me,

This boy and his beloved dog were inseparable, many of his friends used to kid him that he should ride him home,

Bobo was bought from Her Majesty The Queens Private Stud at Windsor, and he was huge, a fully pedigree Chocolate Labrador, and indeed, Jon with his very small frame could have ridden him like a Shetland pony,

I took him to the cafe nearby and sat him down, I went inside to order some tea and scones and by the time i returned he had recovered somewhat,

'Is he going to be alright,' I asked quietly,

'They're pinning his leg,  i have to go back tonight and pick him up,'

He looked really downcast and i placed my hand on his arm and squeezed gently,

'It was all my fault, he spluttered and the tears came again, Molly, the Cafe owner saw what was happening and did an about turn with the tray.

He explained that they were playing in the Deer Park near the house.

Jon was running through some trees at full chat, and he heard Bobo squeal and whimper and he was standing on three legs shaking, he had placed his paw in a rabbit hole and with the size of him he had stretched the back leg and ex-rays showed he had a stress fracture.

I put my arms around his shoulders,

'Don't cry Jon, He will be alright,' he calmed down and Molly brought out the tray, saying, far too cheerfully,

'Here we are lovely boys, tea and scones',

She plonked the tray down before us and left back into the Cafe,

I really felt for Jon, all, of us just loved this twelve-year-old dog i had known him most my life that i could remember,

A  gentle soul you would never meet,

Jon never put him to the lead, he didn't need to, Jon carried it around his neck like a necklace.

'What time are you picking him up?'

I asked pouring the tea,

'It depends on my dad, he will have to drive me,'

and i remembered that Jon was one of the few boys in, the village that didn't drive at the age of eighteen.

I said,

'Bear with me,'

 I stood up and rang my father but got my father's factotum,

'Is that you master Rory?'

I said it was,

'Eye your fathers busy can i help ye lad?'

 I explained what had occurred,

'Really, wee Bobo', he said, 'how sad',

I had to smile only Hamish could call Bobo, who was as big as the Hound of the Baskervilles,  'wee,' (Small)

Hamish was ex Scots Guards as was my father, and stood six feet eight in his stocking feet,

'Is he at Davids ( the Vet)

I said he was,

'Eye Laddie, well take the Land Rover through the fields, it's only a mile or so, and it's our private land, so you will be fine, and pick the wee dog up yerselves,'

 I thanked him,

I was all excited, I explained to Jon that we could pick Bobo up whenever we liked and he was really grateful,

We finished the tea and strolled around to our garage where all the estate's cars were maintained, as we walked i looked down at Jon,

I had a distinct impression that he was shrinking, it was, in fact, my growth spurts that were outstripping him,

I realized how tiny this boy was, i was nearly a foot taller and i could have placed my hand around his wrist he was that slim,

I felt a tinge of remorse for lusting after him.

Golly the mechanic, saw us approach, and inquired,

'And what can we do for you master Rory,?'

I asked him for the keys to our un-roadworthy series two Land Rover, that was only used on the Estate and in its grounds,

'Oh eye, on whose orders?' he said, aggressively,

'On Hamish's.' I replied, and he suddenly jumped up and handed me the keys, everybody was terrified of Hamish,

(During the Aden revolt, he was my father's bodyguard, and they were strolling around the camp one night and my father was attacked by a rabid dog, and Hamish picked the large dog up and killed it in the air with his bare hands.)

We jumped in the Land Rover and set off overland to the vets to pick up Bobo,

Jon had forewarned the Vet so he was waiting for us and there was poor Bobo wagging his tail plastered up to his tummy standing on three legs,

it was a good job i came because there was no way Jon could have picked him up and put him the back of the Rover,

Bobo weighed more than Jon did.

He said,

'I don't know how to thank you,'

and he leaned across to kiss me on the cheek and at the last second i turned my head to the left and his lips met mine and he blushed,

'Rory lad, what are you doing?'

'Kissing you, and I would like to do it again,' I saidquietly, not looking at him.

My hints had fallen on deaf ears so i thought the direct approach was necessary,

He didn't say anything, he just smiled and faced forward, i looked at his profile he really was a stunning boy, still is, and my heart ached for him,

I started the Land Rover and headed off at a much slower pace back to the House,

After a mile and within sight of the house he asked me to stop, which i did and he got out and went to the back to check on Bobo, he came back satisfied and got back in his seat, he was wearing jeans with a pale blue hoodie,

I went to start but he put his hand on my arm and when i looked over he kissed me very gently on the lips,

I just grabbed him and kissed him with all the passion i could muster

He was a wonderful kisser and my cock throbbed in my pants, but i was a little to forceful and i heard him groan under his breath and i pulled my lips, very reluctantly, away from his,

'Take it easy Rory lad', he said smiling, i apologized and reached very gingerly back for another round and he obliged and i let him kiss me at his pace and it was much better,

It was wonderful, wow that boy can smooch,

I was flushed and horny and i reached for his crotch, and he suddenly pulled away

'What do you think you're doing?' he asked me the smile had disappeared, i just blushed and said nothing, i lowered my eyes,

'You're fifteen,' he said quietly,

'I canna do this with you, Rory,'

I was so frustrated, this beautiful boy was sitting next to me half my size and i blurted out,

'But i am sixteen in three months, Jon,!'

'Eye,' he said looking at me,

'I am well aware of that lad,'

As was everybody else, it was a great party on Christmas night when all my friends including Jon would come and celebrate with me,

'At least then you will be legal.'

 I just looked at him, this was the moral Jon, unlike Jaime he stuck by them,

'Jon, please, ' I begged him,

I knew he fancied me, the passionate kiss was a giveaway,

'Away lad, come and see me on Boxing Day,' and i just burst into tears,

'That's not fair Jon, would you make me wait all that time, really?' he held me very tight and said

'Rory, I have waited for you for a couple of years, surely you can wait three months,?'

I pulled away from him and stopped crying, he was smiling at me with those beautiful blue eyes gazing into mine,

'Really?' I asked he nodded,

'Did you think I hadn't noticed the sweet kind boy from the Big House,' he said quietly,

I just said.

'Really,? again, I felt foolish,

He kissed me again very gently,

'it's not too long is it laddie,' and i shook my head,

'let's go in,' he said indicating the drive-way with his head,

I put the car into first gear and he placed his hand over mine on the gear stick and i drove home on cloud nine I dropped Jon at his house, he squeezed my hand as he left,

'i won't forget this kindness, Rory,' and he smiled and was gone.

I drove the car back to the garage, and handed back the keys, desperately trying to hide the large stain of precum on the front of my jeans,

I ran home straight to my bedroom and wanked myself-silly.

Those next few months were very exciting for me, i just couldn't wait to be sixteen.

I had met up and chatted with Jon three times a week,

We always hugged and he always looked back at me and smiled.

My father had heard of my so-called good deed,

I felt quite guilty, convincing myself that lust had made me help Jon, but it wasn't. we loved Jon and Bobo,

My Father asked what i wanted for my Birthday, the day after his, and a picture of Jon naked flashed into my mind,

I blushed bright crimson, and turned and walked off as my cock hardened....