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heather and bracken. The midges had driven us back, biting us into a frenzy as we tried to cover our naked bodies and rush back to our horses who stood stamping, swishing their tails and their manes in angry impatience to move on. We galloped across country, over the heath and into the forest that abutted the Gordon estate. Finally, crossing into familiar ground, we tethered our mounts at pasture and bathed in the glen that winds through our land. We ran in the sunshine to dry ourselves, and stabled the horses just before sunset. My mother welcomed us both to supper — she was glad, I think, that I had formed a friendship with one whom she trusted so completely - and enjoyed a pleasant evening. My mother went early to bed, complaining of a headache; indeed, she looked pale and tense that night. Alexander and I sat and talked until the fire had died down, then repaired to my room.
    I had Alexander exactly where I wanted him, spreadeagled on the bed as I lowered myself on to his perpendicular cock. I was enjoying the contrast of his olive skin against the clean white cotton sheets; I was also enjoying the relative comfort that the bed afforded us, accustomed as I was to the hard, dirty floors of the stable. I was just settling into a gentle bounce when I saw his face in the candlelight - such a strange, absorbed look, different from
the usual expression of hunger that consumed him at such times.
    I stopped my shameless riding, and returned his stare. He smiled, then frowned.
    â€˜What is it?’
    â€˜Nothing. It’s nothing.’
    â€˜Something’s wrong.’
    â€˜No. Come on.’ He squeezed my cock and tried to use it as a handle to move me up and down. I grasped his wrist and stopped him.
    â€˜You’re troubled.’
    He looked away. I could feel his cock softening inside me. This was most unlike Alexander. I was frightened - frightened that he was going to tell me something that would end our idyll.
    â€˜Charlie, your mother...’
    I did not expect to hear her mentioned at such a time. His cock slid out of me and I lay beside him.
    â€˜Yes?’
    â€˜Your mother is, you know, a very brave woman.’
    â€˜Why do you say that just now?’
    â€˜Did you not see her at supper? How she suffers?’
    â€˜She knows nothing about us. It’s none of her business -’
    â€˜It’s not about us, Charlie. There’s more to heaven and earth than cock and arse.’ I wished that were not true. I let my hand take hold of him, to tease him out of his pensive mood and back into stiffness.
    â€˜You know, don’t you, what your mother has had to endure in the last few years?’
    â€˜No. She never talks to me.’ I carried on squeezing him, noting with pleasure that he was responding to my care.
    â€˜Surely you can see... what is happening to this family? The changes, the secrets, the past that you’ve tried so hard to bury.’
    â€˜I’ve tried to bury! I’ve always tried to find out about the past and nobody will tell me. It’s so unfair!’

    Again I was the spoilt schoolboy; there was something about the subject that brought out the very worst in my character. I dropped Alexander’s now-hard cock as if it had bitten me, sat up and folded my arms across my chest.
    â€˜I’ve got a right to know what’s happened.’
    â€˜Oh, Charlie, it’s best that you never know.’ He was kneading my shoulders. I turned my back.
    â€˜No. It’s no good. You can’t just tease me with the truth and then tell me I mustn’t know. I’m not a child, Alex. You should know that. I’m a man.’
    â€˜Yes, Charlie, you’re a man in every respect, a good man, a worthy son to your father, but—’
    â€˜But you keep me in ignorance because it suits you.’
    This time it was Alexander who tried to win me round with caresses.
    â€˜I only want to protect you and serve you, Charlie.’ His finger