"Cock-a-doodle-doo!"

Neil's eyes flew open and he realised he wasn't in the chilly room with Gilbert but in Jay's family's caravan. Lifting his head and looking around, he could recognise the pink curtains, which were drawn but had a rosy coloured light streaming through them. Putting his head back under the covers, he wriggled his feet, which were clad in towelling socks. Although he was in a caravan bed, it felt a lot more comfortable than the bed he'd been in with Mr. Gilbert. It was quite nice to be under the snuggly duvet with only his bare bum sticking out...

Slap! Neil looked up to see Jay stood over him. Jay was bare chested, with a pair of black tracksuit bottoms on and a pair of black slippers on his feet. "Oi oi, saucy", his friend said, grinning. "How's that arse doing?"

Neil turned his head to look at his bum. Just like in that dream with Mr. Gilbert, the hole felt sort of open. "Jay", he tried to say but it came out sounding more like "Dah".

"Oh mate", said Jay. "I never thought I could have feelings for another bloke, but you, you've shown me the way. Last night was well horny." Jay dropped a kiss on top of Neil's head. "Hey, who'd have thought we'd end up getting it on with each other? I don't care if my Dad calls me a poof, I'd rather be that than be like him. Oh well, who needs girls now?" And with that, Jay pulled the duvet aside, knelt on the floor beside the bed and started licking the small of Neil's back.

"Neil!" That was Simon's voice - he sounded aghast. "Oh my God", exclaimed Neil.