THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF CLIFF & DEREK Part 44 Written by Trevor Edited by Richie
(Life after School)
Please note this story contains boy-to-boy sexual activity and if you don't enjoy this kind of story read no further.
This story is also based on actual events but all the names and locations have been changed to protect those involved.
This story is not to be published, or reprinted, without the express permission of the author.
With our parents living so much closer now our lives settled down. We began to enjoy our life a bit more and began spending a few sunny days on the boat cruising the River Thames, generally enjoying life. We took the family including our parents to the South of France for a month and all got sunburnt. The boys without Steve of course excelled in their schooling and before we knew it Peter was off to Oxford.
We threw a big party to send him on his way and Derek and I managed to count close to seven old lovers who turned up. We still had to be very security conscious because Edward Moseley while still in prison had supporters who were out to get us. In fact for Peter's farewell party Jason's mother came over from Ireland to spend a week with us.
She couldn't stay much longer because both of her parents were getting on in years and not as healthy as they should have been. We bought Peter as a going away present a Austin Healey sports car which we kept under wraps until the evening of the party and for once the hardened Peter was reduced to tears.
Steve his first love received an invite that he declined, which I think was more pressure from his parents than from himself and Peter said after that he was disappointed not seeing Steve.
Peter had only been in Oxford for about a month and the media hype of being the youngest ever to be admitted had begun to die down when he announced that he had a new boyfriend and he would be bringing him home next weekend.
My first reaction was to ask, "What took you so long?" but Derek told me not to be so nasty. Unfortunately I was in Manchester doing cabaret on the Friday and Saturday so Derek and I didn't meet up with the boyfriend till Sunday lunchtime.
Peter was waiting in the driveway for us to arrive and with him was a very handsome young man who was six foot tall with dark wavy hair. "He's cute." Derek muttered as we got out of the car and was introduced to John Fitzgibbon, "Dad's this is John and I know you have heard this before but this is the guy I am going to spend the rest of my life with."
Well that announcement sat us back on our heels as Peter went on to explain that John was from Boston Massachusetts. That his family were what was referred to as old money, having been among the early settlers and his parents now own a large amount of real estate in Boston.
All the time Peter was talking he was holding John's hand and both of them kept glancing at each other with admiration for each other in their eyes. We walked inside and Derek and I excused ourselves so we could take our luggage upstairs.
Once in our bedroom Derek said, "Well this is something different isn't it? That look of love in each other's eyes I haven't seen since two fourteen year old schoolboys called Cliff and Derek discovered each other."
Reaching over to kiss him I agreed adding, I'm amazed and never thought Peter would get hooked like that and John appears to be an impressionable young guy as well." We quickly changed and went downstairs were I immediately suggested we open a couple of bottles of champagne to celebrate.
John told us that he was hoping to go into Paediatrics as opposed to Psychiatry which was to be Peters forte. We decided to go out to a local restaurant for dinner and what a great night it was with all the boys and the staff we took as well enjoying themselves. It was so obvious that Peter and John were a couple as we watched them sitting very close to each other sharing secret glances just like Derek and I do.
Next morning before they headed back to Oxford I asked Peter how things were going. "Dad it couldn't be any better. I'm learning so much so quickly. I can even understand to some extent the problem with my parents and John is such a wonderful guy. I know you're shocked that I have fallen for him so quickly but it was just like you and daddy Derek, love at first sight."
"That's wonderful son but if you have any doubts this is such a nice guy and I know you, another hunk comes along and you stray, so please make sure this is the one. The one you want to spend the rest of your life with by the sound of it, does mean that when you graduate you will be living in Boston?"
"Dad that's a long way off yet but we have briefly talked about this and the opportunities out there are endless, a lot more than here were our National Health Service bogs us down. We'll tell you more when our graduation comes up in three years' time. Just remember dad I will never forget how you and daddy Derek saved me all those years ago in Manchester. While I have never talked about it to you or anyone else, I don't know to this day what drew me away from the ship canal where I was ready to just dive in and sink to that BBC studio. It was like a magnet pulling me along and a voice kept saying inside me, go inside and everything will be all right."
Tears began to form not only in his eyes but mine as well as we hugged each other and Peter continued, "When I saw you and Derek so close together and obviously in love yet only a few years older than I was, I knew if I spoke to you I would get help. Now look at me, an Oxford don with a great guy as a boyfriend and two fathers who put up with my rough times and helped me get where I am. I knew I was the luckiest little boy in the world when I met you two and that is something I will never forget."
He kissed me on the lips and I thought that's one of the few times he's ever done that. He then went and did the same to Derek before kissing John as they climbed into his car for the trip back to college.
Both of us cried as he went down the driveway and out of sight because we finally got the admission which Peter had been bottling up all these years and it made all the trauma and problems of bringing up a super intelligent boy worthwhile.
While Derek's cancer was in remission he did have bouts of fatigue which worried me but the doctor assured us that this was normal and for me to just look after him making sure he rested. While this sounded like we don't really know what's causing this both of us did as we were told but at the same time we scoured the world for someone who might just know a bit more about this disease of the blood.
We did travel to Switzerland to a clinic but that was a waste of time because none of the so called specialists there knew very much about leukaemia. At least it gave us a break and allowed us to check on our Swiss bank accounts.
I was also worried about the health of my mother. She had good and bad days but we found the best doctors for her and also arranged for a live in nurse to be on hand to look after her. My two sisters, because mom lived close, also came by more frequently. Both had married well and had a couple of kids by now. We had some great gatherings usually at the parents' house as we referred to their place down the road.
I began to feel sorry for Derek's mom and dad because they had no other surviving relatives. I did suggest to Derek that he might look around to find a young woman who he could impregnate with his semen and produce an offspring, at least to keep his mother happy. This was the only time when I think Derek lost his temper with me and the subject was never raised again.
Before we knew it we realized it was time for us to travel south for John and Bruce's school's end of year concert. You may remember that I promised the school orchestra that I would join them for this big event. Bruce was now head of the school taking over when the current head retired and John was a deputy head so virtually John explained with a laugh, "We run the place between us."
Their love also showed no signs of waning and students and parents alike accepted their relationship which was surprising in that day and age. Once again we took everyone down with us including all our staff and parents and let's not forget our adopted boys. This time instead of flying because we had more time we hired a tour bus similar to what the pop groups were using.
No expense was spared by Derek who had everything imaginable on board including a kitchen, bath and shower with leather armchairs for sitting and watching the scenery roll on by.
We drove through the gates of the school to be greeted by a big banner across the driveway welcoming us and as we pulled up outside the school all five hundred and fifty students and teachers lined up by way of welcome. John and Bruce stepped up to greet us as we got out of the coach and both gave us a big kiss and a hug which caused a loud cheer to go up from the boys.
I forgot to add that Ian and Roland had also joined us. Our house was still their base because they had been on the road such a lot; we didn't see a lot of them.
The week we were there our parents and anyone else who wanted to go took day trips to the beach or sightseeing while I and Roland ran a couple of acting workshops. Plus I practised with the band and Derek and Ian worked with some students on set design.
It was clear to see that some of the boys were in relationships with each other. We were even more surprised when Bruce told us that when these relationships looked like they were becoming serious that the more senior boys were moved into larger rooms and allowed to live together. "Sometimes the relationships didn't last and we had complaints from one or two parents but on the whole the experiment worked well."
The school orchestra under John's tuition had developed into a first class group of talented musicians, and my work with them was very rewarding. The night of the big concert all the locals along with parents had been invited and Roland and I had enough time to knock into shape a small play to demonstrate the acting talents of some of the boys. Roland played the part of a woman much to our parties delight mainly because the boys were a bit shy on taking such a role.
Not only did I have a twenty eight piece orchestra to work with but also a forty strong choir and I remarked to John afterwards, "If I was to take this show on the road we would play to packed houses everywhere and make a fortune." While he agreed he doubted if all the parents would.
The whole evening was a great event and the orchestra finished up for an encore with the eighteen twelve overture complete with bells, cannon and fireworks all synchronised with absolute precision. That evening after the big pre-concert party Derek and I snuck away to the bus locking the door behind and we made love into the early hours of the morning. In fact, daylight was beginning to creep over the horizon when we finally came up for air.
In fact Derek made a remark he hadn't made for a long time as I began to enter him, "Make love to me long and hard Cliff, give me a baby, I want your baby so badly."
I must admit in our early days this used to spur me on to really pump in hard and fast and that night was no exception, except it must have been some sort of premonition on his part. Straight after breakfast in the school dining room I got an urgent phone call from Bob requesting that I return on the next flight possible and report to Whitehall at a specific address, "Ok Bob Derek and I will be there but I wish I knew a bit more about this mystery trip."
"No you can't take Derek you must go on your own." He paused and I waited because I wanted an explanation, "It's my fault, you should have been in the very last draft for national Service before it was abolished. I cooked the books so you didn't go and now the secret service wants to do a deal so you don't go to jail. Can't tell you anymore; just be at that address as soon as you can." Click, he rung off.
I explained to Derek as best I could passing on what little information I had before packing a few things and heading for the airport. By late afternoon I was entering this dingy little office in Whitehall were all the military and other offices were.
I didn't have to wait long before I was shown into a grander office where three gents in suits sat looking at me, "Come in Mr Steele and take a seat please." They then explained how I had dodged national Service but rather than prosecute and make a big deal of it they intended to offer me a top secret position just as long as I toed the line.
"You have already signed the official secrets act, you did that when you were at school and visited Windsor castle but we would like you to re-sign it before we go much further."
Totally confused and mystified about the whole thing I did as they asked. Not once did either of them smile or let slip what all this was about The more senior looking one continued, "You will be allowed home tonight to say goodbye to your loved ones including Derek Driscoll but you will tell them nothing except that you are going away on a Government Job for about twelve months."
With my mouth half open looking like a stunned mullet I just nodded when I thought I should do. He continued, "You will be in a top secret location and will have no contact with any relatives or friends. Your family will be given an address here in Whitehall for them to write and contact you and your replies will be through the same channels, except your mail will be censored so that no one will have any idea of what you are doing and were."
By now I was feeling numb wondering what the hell was happening, as more instructions and orders were thrown at me. Finally I was allowed to leave and of course the first thing I did was call Derek telling him to fly home immediately. It was close to two am when we met up at the house and I explained what I could about what was happening. The fact that we hadn't been separated for more than a night or two since age fourteen was scary when it looked like I was going to be away for at least a year. Finally we fell asleep in each other's arms just the two of us frightened at what was coming up in the future.
Next morning a Government car arrived to take me back to Whitehall with a bag of clothing and little else. In the same room as the day before I was issued and had to sign for a revolver, "What the hell do I need a gun for?" I exclaimed, "Were not at war are we?"
"Standard issue." Was the curt reply and before I knew it I was back out the door in the car being taken to Stansted airport were a Royal Air Force plane was waiting to take off. We drove right up to the aircraft steps and as soon as I was on board the door was shut and the plane began to taxi and took off straight away.
I was shown to a seat and buckled up by an air force steward and the next thing we were on our way to who knows were. I looked around and noticed about seven other passengers all looked just as much in the dark as I was. One of them I recognized as being a top radio disc jockey of about my age but that was all. I went to move into the seat next to him but was politely asked to remain were I was.
A meal was served and I then fell into a deep sleep only to be wakened about nine hours later and it was then I realised the plane had stopped and was being refuelled by what appeared to be Arabs. When I enquired as to our whereabouts I was ignored and not long after we took off again. The drinks they served had something in them to make us sleepy and the next thing I knew we were coming into land over water and I began to wonder were the tarmac was. Eventually it came into sight and we landed in a very short space.
This time we were asked to gather our belongings and the heat when we left the aircraft was overbearing. "Were the fuck are we?" I asked the steward who just winked and put his fingers to his lips. It was daylight when we were shown into a tiny shed with a tin roof and the temperature was incredible. A young looking guy of about my age greeted us saying that he was Tom and was our boss for the next few months. "Boss of what?" I asked and he just smiled explaining that all would be revealed when we reached our destination.
On leaving the shed we were taken to a small jetty where a navel patrol boat was waiting to take us across this beautiful tropical lagoon with fish including dolphins swimming with us. He told us to sit back relax and enjoy the ride. In the distance on the other side of the lagoon I could see massive radio towers and just a little of distance further on a group of buildings.
Anyway the trip took about an hour before we arrived at an even smaller jetty and all disembarked. Tom took us towards the sheds and we all trooped into the larger one which was a dining room. A meal of fresh fish and salad greeted us and I realised just how hungry I was plus we had beer as well if we wanted it.
Once we had eaten Tom called for attention saying, "Welcome gentlemen to the Island of Hitadu, situated somewhere in the Indian Ocean and your home away from home for the next few months. Now why are you here you ask?"
"Well I intend to tell you all I know which isn't a lot. You are all aware that right now in the 1960's we are in the middle of what is being termed the cold war and we are as of now part of that war. You may recognize a couple of well-known radio and entertainment personnel with us and I welcome them as well." He raised his can of beer by way of a toast before continuing, "What we do here is broadcast western music and British propaganda twenty four hours a day seven days a week. Five of you are on air personnel while the rest of the crew are engineers who strive to keep us on air.
Everything here is provided for you so money isn't required; however you will be paid with deposits into your bank account by Whitehall every month I believe. You will notice that your meals are cooked and served by native boys although some of them may be older than you we still refer to them as boys and each of you will have your own personal boy who will wash clean and do whatever you wish. On the island about a mile down the track is a native village of about two hundred and fifty residents and this area is strictly off limits to us, all except for the liaison officer."
He paused to take a swig of his beer before continuing to explain how our rosters will work and answer any questions we might have. Finally he introduced us to our house boys who then took us to our air-conditioned cabins. My boys name was Affif Didi and he looked to be about sixteen although in pigeon English he informed me he was twenty two. To say he was drop dead gorgeous would be an understatement and I could not help but hide my erection which he noted with delight saying, "You like?" I didn't answer but just blushed which made him laugh even more.
I collapsed on my bed feeling totally spent and laid back wondering what Derek was doing and wishing I was doing it with him. Before long I was asleep until I was woke by my boy to tell me dinner was being served. The food was good and wholesome. A lot of curries which I love but very little fresh food and that included powdered eggs and powdered milk, in fact everything was in powder form or a tin.
After dinner Tom took me through to the studio which surprisingly was state of the art and simple to operate. He explained what I had to play and also the propaganda I had to insert between songs and even had to speak some of it myself. After a while he left me to run the show saying my relief would be in at midnight. Actually I quite enjoyed it playing some of my favourite songs but of course the words being spoken were rubbish as far as I was concerned. To me it was all a game and it became more of one when an engineer wandered in to say that we were off the air being jammed by the Voice of America, "But it'll only be for about five minutes then we'll shift our wavelength slightly and jam them, if we don't the Russians will."
Next morning I was wakened by a soft smooth moist mouth covering my rising cock and at first I thought, what's Derek doing here, before realising that it was my house boy giving me the most fantastic blow job ever. Boy was he good and he did that almost every day while I was there. Every so often he would offer his butt which again was beautiful and it helped to relieve the tension.
That was the kind of routine we all got into sleeping, eating, working and drinking a lot of beer. A supply ship came in about every six weeks while the patrol boat brought us mail and other stuff from the studios more or less every day.
I'd been there about a week when Tom came up to me saying that I had three days off coming. He'd received a strange message inviting me to go over to the landing strip for a short flight in a Bristol Freighter aircraft belonging to the New Zealand air force. "Not sure what it's about and it might be better if I didn't know." He said with a laugh.
I headed off on the boat and met up with the crew from New Zealand who said they had been asked to take me on one of their regular trips to Ceylon (Which was in the process of becoming Sri Lanka). They also said that a radio station guy would meet us when we landed in Kataniaka. I immediately guessed and rightly so that Bob had been doing some wheeler dealing on my behalf.
The cockpit of the Bristol Freighter only held the pilot, co-pilot and navigator, so I had to sit in the cargo hold with ear muffs to drown the noise. The problem was if we went through any rain I usually got wet because of all the holes in the fuselage. When we landed a well-built Sri Lankan greeted me and drove me to a small radio station just outside the capital Colombo. He explained that air India had commissioned me to produce a series of hourly western music programs for broadcast throughout Asia every week. He mentioned the money and I nearly died thinking my word this would pay the wages of ten British radio announcers.
He told me over the next couple of days I would make about ten hourly shows and do some more when I came back in about a months' time. My engineer was a young cute Ceylonese called Manny and he was obviously gay as well. We got on like a house on fire and I had two great days before I headed back to the Island which I had by now figured out where it was located but even now I am not allowed to say.
When I got back to my room there was a stack of mail mainly from Derek along with a couple from mom and Ian, Derek's letters were so sad and it was obvious he was missing me so bad. I felt guilty because while I was missing him dearly I was being kept busy so didn't have quite as much time to think about him. Mom's letters were on the same tone about how much he was missing me. Ian's were the ones that worried me as they described Derek's deep depression and how he lay in bed most days not bothering to get up and he had to be literally made to come down for meals.
I immediately sat down and began to pen a beautiful love letter which took me hours to write and was more than twenty pages long. I told him to hang in there and time would pass by so quickly and I would be reunited with him. The whole letter was on those lines and tears kept falling onto the paper and I left them there.
The mail from home usually arrived every seven to ten days and from then on we made all our letters hot, raunchy, love letters and according to Ian that was doing the trick. I managed through cleverly worded sentences that if they listened on the short wave length they might just catch the Air India show and I kept throwing in little wishes and songs for him. The Air India Rep also told me during my second visit that an estimated 25 million listeners throughout Asia tuned in to my show every week and that they were repeating it about three times a week.
So I slipped into a regular routine and before I knew it ten months had gone by. Tom was replaced as was some of the engineers and on air guys. We fished, we swam, we skinny dipped and occasionally took advantage of our cute little house boys. I asked a couple of the married guys if they did anything with the boys and they all said yes. They didn't look upon it as being unfaithful but as a relief instead of jacking off.
One of our guys died in tragic circumstances, he went swimming without shoes on and stepped on a stone fish which were abundant in the lagoon. The barbs are deadly poisonous and before help could get to him he was dead screaming in agony as his heart gave out.
I don't think after that, that anyone went swimming for a week or two. It was about the eleventh month of my tour of duty as we referred to when I went back to Colombo to record some more air India shows. The New Zealand crew alerted me to the fact that the country was divided and Tamil rebels were causing a lot of problems and were concentrating on radio stations, bombing them and setting them on fire.
I was so desperate to get off the island for a while that I decided to go anyway. We landed ok and I got to the station no problem and my cute engineer was busy recording my shows when we got a phone call from the authorities telling us to get out. Just as we were packing up, fire bombs were hurled through the windows and we got underneath the control panel hoping we would be rescued. The flames were coming closer and the anti-government slogans were getting louder from outside. Suddenly the back door burst open and a squad of armed Sri Lanka soldiers came in, guns firing at the rebels just outside while a couple of them grabbed me and the engineer dragging us out of the back door and into an armoured troop carrier.
Soon we were on our way out of danger and it was then that I realised I'd pissed in my pants. I was taken to the British compound which was at that time heavily fortified were I was bundled inside with a blanket over my head so no one recognized me. After all I was on a secret mission out there.
Inside the embassy I was taken to a bedroom and someone produced some clothes about my size. I took a bath and then rested on the bed thinking what the hell was going to happen next. I later discovered that the Tamil's had placed a price on my head because I was broadcasting western propaganda through Air India and contaminating the minds of Asians.
What bullshit! Thank goodness they didn't link my voice to the one being broadcast from a desert Island poisoning not only Asia but the rest of the world.
I must have fallen asleep because it was almost dark when a servant woke me telling me dinner was being served. I followed downstairs into a formal dining room thinking typical British stiff upper lip. No one spoke to me during the meal at all and it wasn't until we retired to the lounge room for brandy and coffee that I was introduced to the ambassador, who in no uncertain terms told me how damn stupid I had been, "Not sure yet what we're going to do with you, the Tamils are watching and waiting outside for you to appear so stay indoors and away from windows. I'm waiting for instructions from Whitehall right now."
It took four boring days for an answer to come through. A couple of times I tried to telephone out to let Derek know where I was but was told in no uncertain terms that if I kept trying I would be placed under lock and key. I still think Air India had a lot to do with my escape because as I said four days later a makeup artist arrived to make my skin so much darker than it was and I was then given a cabin crew stewards uniform to wear. Later that night I was put into the trunk of an embassy car and driven to the airport, right up to the cargo hold of a passenger plane.
I was quickly bundled on board, not into the hold but into the aircraft itself where I was told that I was extra crew returning to Bombay in India. I was given a seat in first class and told not to bother doing any work just to sit back and relax. I did just that, even managing to drink a bottle of champagne which I had been yearning for such a long time.
We landed early in the morning in Bombay and once again a British Embassy car was waiting to take me to meet the ambassador who was so much friendlier. I was shown to a room overlooking magnificent gardens which was sheer luxury and was told I only had to pull the bell rope and someone would attend to my needs, "There is still one more restriction and that is no phone calls out as yet. Sorry but that is the word from Whitehall."
I wasn't too happy about that but settled down to a few days of luxury. A tuxedo had been laid out in my size because we were all expected to dress for dinner. It was over dinner that night that I found out the Queen was coming on a royal visit in five days and I was part of the welcoming party at the airport.
I found this strange because I wasn't in any way connected with the embassy here in Bombay which I pointed out to the envoy who had been assigned to look after me. I don't make the rules sir I just carry them out." He said with a smile and then winked at me. Totally mystified I accepted everything he told me and as the time came around for the royal visit I duly dressed up and went with everyone else to the airport.
We arrived about an hour before the royal flight arrived and had to stand around getting nervous, not that I was worried having met her majesty on several occasions. Suddenly a deep accented voice behind me whispered, "Now Cliff we don't want any tears when the aircraft arrives." Spinning round I found a very friendly face that I hadn't seen since I was about fifteen.
It was Rama who was part of our group who met in a secret hideaway to make love to our partners. In fact, both Derek and I had sex with Rama as a threesome and foursome with another member of the British Royal Family. When his father got sick Rama had to leave his private British school and return to India and was now an important ruler over a large region of the country.
I hugged him before asking the inevitable question, "Why am I likely to cry when I see the queen?" He just smiled winked and whispered you'll see. Just then the aircraft began its final approach and we all got ready and into position ready for the welcome.
Once the plane came to a halt and the stairs had been pushed into place the door open and her majesty stood at the top of the stairs waving as the Indian Army band began to play the national anthem. She then came down the stairs waving with Prince Philip following and the rest of the royal entourage. The handshaking began and when she reached me she paused saying, "Mr Steele, it's good to see you safe and well after your ordeal and I hope you enjoy your stay in India." I mumbled a thank you Ma'am, Thinking everyone knows what's happening but me.
Prince Philip was next and he shook my hand and winked before moving on. Once the royal party had gone through we began to slowly disperse except my envoy who whispered to me, "Look at the top of the stairs." And yes despite all the warnings not to cry, there stood Derek waving to me as he rushed down the stairs and into my arms. It was a discreet cough and the mouthed words later as we were put into a car on our own with just an Indian driver and my escort with Derek and I in the back.
We just looked at each other in amazement tears flowing down our cheeks. Neither of us could talk. I noticed that we were taken in the back entrance of the embassy and within minutes we were in my room.
We began kissing and hugging still crying unable to believe that I was in Bombay India, with my lover at last in my arms. When at last we came up for air I asked the one word, "How?"
"We have to thank a certain royal prince for organizing everything and I had no idea what was happening either, in fact I was told that they wanted me to design a set for a special performance being held in about six months' time and our old friend Rama was organising it. I had no idea you would be there at the airport except one of the staff happened to let slip that you nearly got killed in Colombo, is that right?"
"Well it was pretty hairy there for a while but they got me out. I'll tell you all about that later but right now I have other things on my mind. For example this suite of rooms has a spa bath so let's start there shall we?" All the time I was talking to him I was undressing him and he me before we headed for the bathroom.
We washed each other all over between kisses and fondles before I lifted him onto the edge of the spa to take his cock into my mouth. It felt wonderful but didn't last long because both of us were so horny that we came very quickly me without any stimulation at all.
Slowly and carefully we dried each other off as we headed for the bedroom, "Are you hungry darling?" I asked.
"Just a bit but that means we'll have to get dressed and go down stairs won't it?"
This time it was my turn to wink as I pulled on the bell rope before covering my naked body with bed sheets. An Indian waiter came in and I informed that we would be having dinner and breakfast in the morning in my room and could he also bring a couple of bottles of champagne as well. He bowed and left to do my bidding, "I'm impressed." Derek said as he snuggled up under the sheets to me and we took a little nap before dinner arrived.
During our meal which we ate in front of the window that was overlooking the gardens and of course naked I told him about everything I had been doing. "We finally got the hint about air India and when Ian contacted them they started sending us copies of your programs which was great. I just can't imagine all those millions of people listening in to you and the air India rep who spoke to us said that tickets sales and bookings had gone through the roof since your show went on the air."
I told Derek everything even thought I was still under the secrets act. I even told him about the special services my house boy Afif didi did for me. "I don't care just as long as your back with me darling."
We were soon back in bed where we made love just about all night and I don't know how many times I gave Derek a baby. The next morning just after breakfast was served there was a knock on the door and we had to scramble for robes amidst a lot of giggling. I called for whomever to come in and my envoy entered looking very formal.
"The Ambassador and also her majesty have requested the both of you to attend the Royal Gala dinner being held in Parliament house. Dress is formal and you will be picked up by car at six thirty prompt outside the main door." He bowed and left leaving us in fits of laughter.
"That gives us about another six hours of love making before we have to get ready." I said.
And that is what we did because we had a lot of time to make up. I was still not allowed to make any phone calls but no one stopped Derek, so he called home and also mom to tell them I was all right and roughly what had happened.
"They were all happy to get the news you were ok because some of the news broadcasts said that a British radio announcer had been hurt during a skirmish just outside Colombo."
I was still not sure when I was going to be allowed home and my so called envoy had no idea either. We dressed in our tuxedo's supplied by the government and promptly at six thirty we arrived along with a whole lot of others at the main door were a fleet of limousines were lined up to take us to government house. When we arrived we spotted Rama in the throng and went over to greet a familiar face who introduced us to two of his wives, whispering aside, "My boyfriend I have to keep under wraps because of our traditions."
He then went on, "Do you know why you have been invited Cliff?" I told him I had no idea and there again was that elusive wink. Just before we went into the grand dining room I was asked by an usher to follow him. With Derek in tow I followed him into an ante room where I was surprised to find my musical director John Barry waiting with open arms.
"Now I know why everyone has been winking at me, what's happening John?"
"All I know is that I was flown out this morning at her majesty's request to accompany you while you sing three songs just before dinner, so what will they be?"
I picked a couple of standards from my album and had a quick run through then I asked if he knew the old Al Jolson song `Beautiful baby' he said he did and I told him to just follow me.
About five minutes later we were taken into the dining room and Derek was whisked away to his seat while John and I went to the Grand Piano set up near the top table. After bowing to her Majesty and receiving a regal nod in return John sat at the piano and I picked up my microphone going straight into my first song and then the second one.
Before my final song I thanked her majesty for asking me to be here and perform in front of such a distinguished audience and all that sort of bull shit before I announced that my final song was just for her and no one else.
I can't recall all the words I used some of which I made up on the spot but the punch line was `You must have been a beautiful baby because your majesty look at you know.' Well that brought the house down, Prince Phillip almost pee'd himself laughing and her majesty smiled and mouthed the words Thank You Mr Steele.
John Barry as we were being shown to our seats muttered, "You're a fucking game bastard". While Derek had a grin from ear to ear.
When it came time for the Queen's speech before she started she said, "I would like to thank first of all Mr Steele for those very kind words in his song and as my husband suggested maybe he needs knew eye glasses."
That brought the house down showing the Indian guests that her majesty had a sense of humour. Meanwhile I was basking in the glory of everyone congratulating me as we headed out after the banquet. I must admit, if Derek hadn't been there to keep an eye on me I would have been very much under the weather. Once again that night we made love until dawn and it was so wonderful.
My envoy or minder whatever you want to call him came by to say that her majesty would like us to join her for breakfast tomorrow at seven am, "I will call you at six and at six forty-five will collect you and Mr Driscoll to escort you to her majesty's dining room."
Promptly at seven we entered the private dining room to be greeted by her majesty Prince Philip and a couple of ladies in waiting along with our envoys', "Good morning Mr Steele and Mr Driscoll."
We bowed and said "Morning Ma'am."
"Please join us for breakfast, we don't have a lot of time but I would like to hear a little bit about your exploits."
"Unfortunately Ma'am because of the official secrets act there is little I can tell you without home office permission."
Laughing she said, "Correct answer Mr Steele, even I am not always allowed to know what goes on in our country."
Making polite conversation breakfast proceeded until her majesty said, "You know we had a joke at your expense a few years ago when you joined us at Windsor Castle for dinner that evening as the guest of one of my sons. You were only about fifteen at the time I believe and it was funny to watch you trying to work out which knife, fork or spoon to use. Still you did very well and I'm sure you enjoyed your stay."
Derek muttered, "Indeed we did your majesty."
"There is another reason why I invited you to breakfast today Mr Steele and sadly once again what I am about to do must be kept secret until our friends in Whitehall say otherwise."
She stood up and motioned for me to stand in front of her while an aide brought a leather case forward, "Mr Clifford Steele it is my pleasure to award you with the Order of the British Empire (OBE) for services to your country."
She took the medal and chain out of the case and I bent my head forward for her to place it around my neck. "I'm humbled your majesty, thank you." Phillip and everyone else congratulated me and then they had to go leaving just Derek, me and my envoy who took the OBE off my neck putting it in the case saying, "This has to be kept secret until Whitehall gives permission.
In fact, that was the last time I saw it because when I inquired years later no one could locate it, but I felt proud to have received it from her majesty that morning in the British Embassy in Bombay India.
Later that day as we were lazing around in our room wondering when we were going home my Air India representative arrived telling us that we were booked on their first flight out tomorrow for Heathrow Airport London.
I kissed and hugged him thanking him for everything and he told us a car would pick us up in the morning early. We were up and ready to head home bright and early. While India was very nice and we had received some great treatment it was time to see the boys and our families again.
At the airport we were shown into the first class lounge and served with breakfast of steak and eggs along with champagne and orange juice. Derek remarked, "I wonder who's paying for all this?"
"If I'm not mistaken my lover, Air India, after all I brought them in a lot of business." When it was time to board we were shown into first class and as soon as everyone was seated the head steward welcomed everyone on board, "Also a big welcome and as a special privilege we have travelling with us today Air India's radio Ambassador Mr Cliff Steele with his partner Mr Derek Driscoll."
A loud cheer and applause followed and I stood in the centre bowing and waving right through to second class. The steward continued. "If you would like to hear some of Cliff Steels broadcasts our cabin crew would be happy to supply complimentary headsets." Remember back then there were no inflight videos or TV or anything like that and to listen to a radio show was also an innovative novelty.
Soon we were taking off heading straight to Europe with a refuelling stop in Frankfurt. Once we were in the air the captain came on the intercom to once again welcome me before we settled down with champagne for me and coffee for Derek.
We drank ate and dozed in general during the trip and several people came up front to compliment me. One Indian gent who smiled at me as he shook my hand said I always enjoyed listening to you on that other station as well and winked as he walked away.
"All this winking is beginning to get to me Derek." I said as I snuggled up to him as darkness began to fall. We got under a blanket and I even managed to give him a blow job before a hostess disturbed us with drinks. "Thank you I needed that." He said with a smile before kissing me long and hard on the lips.
We had breakfast just as we left Frankfurt and soon the captain announced we were on the approach to Heathrow Airport. After a smooth landing and hugs, kisses and handshakes from all the crew we left the aircraft and were rushed through customs and immigration and out into the general area. To my surprise the whole family had gathered to greet us. I looked at Derek and true to form he just winked. Welcome home son my mother said throwing her arms around me crying and laughing at the same time.
Gordon our security chief had organised two cars to bring everyone down and we were just about to leave when I was pulled to one side by two bowler hatted gents with Whitehall written all over them, "A word Mr Steele." One of them said and took me to one side, "Just a reminder that you are still bound to secrecy about where you have been for the past few months and don't forget the honour her majesty bestowed upon you must also be kept under wraps for now." He was about to walk away when he remembered something else, "And we will of course require the revolver you signed for returned as soon as possible."
Oh my god the gun, I'd forgotten all about that. When we arrived on the island and unpacked I just threw it under the bed. As far as I knew it was still there.
To Be Continued.
Writers Corner. Believe it or not most of what you have just read did happen and it will remain embedded in my memory for ever. If anyone from the British Foreign Office reads this I could be in trouble because I think I gave away far too much but who knows. Apparently the files relating to this event are sealed until 2020 so I had to be careful.
The hardest part was being separated from my lover for such a long time and not being able to tell him where I was. I was kept busy which helped me but poor Derek it almost killed him.
Over the years I got the impression that the Queen really liked me and we continued to meet on several occasions. We also made it back to India and stayed with Rama in his palace for a couple of weeks. More of that in another chapter.
Not a lot more I can say except that I hope I didn't bore you with my James Bond type adventure and I still shudder whenever someone winks at me.
Please let me know what you think. I really look forward to hearing from you.
Hugs
Trevor
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Editors Corner
Holy smoke. What an interesting chapter. I know most of this is real and that is what makes it so special and interesting. I am not sure if I could have kept the secret until 2020. Actually I know I could not. I would probably write it down and place it in a sealed envelope. I would entrust it to a friend that I know I could trust so that one day the truth will come out even if something happened to you (God forbid).
I love the love scenes with Derek. You keep it simple which is good because it is about Love not Sex. Sex is just one of the ways to express our deep love to our partners but it is not the most critical thing.
Also glad to see Peter settling down. I thought he would be with Steve for life but life is not always sunshine. I hope Steve is able to find a love that will make him the centre of his universe.
Thanks again for sharing your amazing story.
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Have a great day
Richie