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took us skiing.”
    Yeah, that sounded like Eddie. “If I can do it in a kilt, you can do it in your corduroys.”
    “Oh, all right.” Eddie smiled, touching Fox’s cheek. “I could probably do anything with your
    encouragement, dear.”
    “Don’t get mushy on me.”
    A variety of beautiful, tall, thick bushes formed a semicircle on one side of the fountain. They
    were well concealed sitting down on the cool ground, so when the park keeper returned, calling out,
    “The garden is closing,” they held their breath and waited. Repeatedly the man cried out, his voice
    coming from varying distances away until he had covered the garden. The clang of the gates being
    closed and locked followed.
    Fox turned to Eddie and kissed him on the lips. “Now it’s just us in the Garden of Eden.”
    Fox stood up to lead Eddie out of the bushes to an open area under a tall, waving elm tree. On
    the grass they lay down side by side, completely protected from the prying eyes of those passing the
    railing by shrubs, trees, and borders of tall rosebushes. On their backs, hands behind their heads, they
    watched the waving branches and scudding clouds like a couple of schoolboys.
    Fox pointed at a phallic-looking shape in the clouds. “That’s an erect cock.”
    “No, it’s not. It’s a Bunsen burner,” Eddie said.
    There were times when he was a kid that Fox remembered being happy. William Baillie had
    actually seemed proud of him for a while and would take him round the base when he was three or
    four years old, telling the other servicemen and women, “This is Fox. He’s going to be a soldier one
    day, the fourth generation of soldiers in the Baillie family. Right, lad?” To please his father, Fox
    would say, “Yes, Daddy.” But he knew he was never going to join up, and even then he dreaded
    telling his father.
    “Are you all right?” Eddie asked.
    Shoving the past from his mind, Fox said, “Yeah, I’m great.”
    “Dear, I love you so much. I can’t stop thinking about you. Will you move in with me?”
    Uneasiness began in the pit of Fox’s belly. Don’t do this, not now. “We’re not here to discuss
    the future.” That could wait till later, because before the evening was out he had to tell Eddie they had
    no future. “We are in the moment, in Utopia, in paradise, the Garden of Eden. Now take your pants
    off.”
    The usual panicked response from Eddie made Fox smile. “I can’t, not here. We’re in public.”
    “The public is outside that railing. Dear .” With a quick movement Fox shimmied out of his kilt
    and removed the footless leggings, stretching them impossibly to get them over his boots. He had no
    underwear on. In just his shirt, waistcoat, and boots, he stood with hands on hips, looking at the shock
    in Eddie’s sweet face. Fox’s cock jutted out, not terribly big, but thick and pink with blood at that
    moment. “Get your kecks off.”
    Glancing around, Eddie dropped his trousers to his knees, followed quickly by his white
    underpants, making him walk like a penguin when he took a couple of steps toward Fox. Fox turned to
    the tree and hugged its thick trunk with both arms. Positioning his feet wide, he thrust his hips out.
    “There’s some johnnies in my backpack in the front pocket.”
    With his cheek pressed against the rough bark of the old tree, Fox waited with his eyes closed.
    The heady smell of the roses and the warm evening air on his bare buttocks were heaven. The rose
    garden was deep in the park muffling it from the traffic noises of London. The evening chorus of birds
    filled his head. His senses were overwhelmed, and when Eddie pushed the tip of his cock between
    Fox’s buttocks and placed his hands on Fox’s hips, it was almost too much, but not quite enough to tip
    him over into orgasm.
    The first thrust filled his arse, arousing and comforting him at the same time. A powerful friction
    began as Eddie withdrew almost to the very tip of his cock, then thrust again deep inside, making
    Fox’s anus burn. Eddie’s cock was bigger than Fox’s, thicker and longer, and after that first night of
    fumbling, he had learned quickly how to use it. In and out he worked as Fox focused all his attention
    on the sensation in his arse, on Eddie’s large, bony hands gripping his hips, holding them still while
    he reamed him, and the thick cock thrusting deep inside him, then almost disappearing before thrusting
    again.
    After a while he allowed his senses to focus on his tensely