Floating on Air

Floating on Air By Adam Stewart

Ryan's life had been difficult ever since his father had come out as being gay. Not that having a gay father bothered him at the time, especially when he realised he too was gay just three years later but what upset him most was that his mother had said she wouldn't live with a gay man so told him to leave. Ryan was ten years old at the time and he could still remember sitting on his father's knee when he broke the news. "I'm so sorry son but I've known I was gay since the age of twelve and can't continue to live the lie any longer but I love you still the same."

He'd not told Ryan that he'd never wanted to get married but family pressure had been so great that he'd succumbed and married the girl who'd been presented to him knowing he couldn't admit to his father he was gay. It was just before homosexuality became legal in England and Ron knew that his father, who was a traditional man, would have more than likely killed him rather than admit he had a gay son. A man had to be a man in those days so anything slightly effeminate was thrashed out of boys like Ron.

Ron hadn't planned to have children knowing what he was but his wife had stopped taking the pill without his knowledge within the first few months of their marriage. He'd been expected to have sex despite not wanting to, so whenever he did, he imagined it was with one of his many boyfriends.

After the breakup, Ryan continued to live with his mother in Preston and was allowed limited visits to his father who'd gone to live with his boyfriend in London. Terry was the same age as Ron and they'd met in a bar in Preston when he'd been there on business. They soon developed a relationship and despite the number of miles between them they kept it going for two years before Ron was told by his wife to get out so they decided to live together. Ryan always enjoyed his short visits to his dad in London and was always sorry when they ended. Terry was a lovely guy and treated Ryan like a son. He was good fun and Ryan could see that his dad was so much happier even though his father had disowned him due to his sexuality.

His relationship with his mother slowly deteriorated as the years went by and when he announced at the age of fourteen that he liked dancing and wanted to join the local ballet class she hit the roof. Like her father in-law, she too expected a man to be a man so ballet was definitely out of the question. But Ryan was a determined young man so defied his mother and joined anyway using his pocket money to pay for the classes. Within no time, Mrs Palmer the local ballet teacher, recognised Ryan's potential and encouraged him. It was a struggle for both of them knowing they had to keep it secret from Ryan's mother but somehow they did. Having been used to teaching girls who were neither talented nor that interested, finding a student like Ryan made it all worthwhile.

"You really are good" she told him one day, "you could become a professional ballet dancer if you wanted to; mind, it would be hard work but if you put your mind to it and worked hard, you could achieve the grade."

"Don't be daft Miss, I'd never be able to do that."

"Why not? You've got the talent and the determination."

"Mum would never allow it; besides, I don't have any money and she certainly wouldn't give me any."

"You've got to think positive Ryan; just think of how much you've learnt in a relatively short space of time because you were determined to do it. You'll be fifteen in two months so you could get a place in the Royal Ballet School if you passed their audition. Why did you want to do ballet in the first place?"

"I like the music and the movement; it makes me feel good inside and carries me away from the miserable life I have at home."

Mrs Palmer smiled. Just hearing those words filled her heart and was even more determined to persuade her star pupil to go further. In all the years she'd taught ballet she'd never come across a young man as talented as Ryan. When she was his age, she'd dreamt of being a professional dancer but nobody had encouraged her so the dream never materialised.

"Have a think about it Ryan" she said and placed an arm round his shoulder.

"Where is the Royal Ballet School, Miss?"

She smiled. "In London; didn't you say your dad lived in London?" Ryan nodded, wondering whether he could achieve his dream to dance for a living. "Would your dad support you do you think?"

"Yeah, he would" he replied sure that his dad and Terry would, and it would mean he could live with them instead of with his mother."

"Think about it and let me know next time we meet."

Ryan said he would and made his way home with his dance slippers hidden in his bag so his mother wouldn't see them. As usual his mother ignored him when he arrived, not interested in what her only son had done at school or where he'd been since the school day ended, but his grandmother always welcomed him and asked what he'd been up to. He liked his granny who was his father's mother and nothing like the man who'd disowned his son when he announced he was gay. When the breakup of his parents occurred, Ryan's mother could no longer afford the rent on the house they used to live in so they'd moved into the house owned by his grandparents. His grandfather, Ron's father, had died two years ago so it was just the three of them now. Granny was a sweet old lady, now in her eighties, and spent most of her time sitting in her favourite chair watching the world go by. Ryan had wanted to tell her about his ballet lessons but didn't dare in case she let it slip and his mother found out.

"Hello my little Ryan, have you had a nice day at school?"

"Yes thank you, granny; can I get you anything?"

"No thank you pet but thanks for offering."

It was much the same conversation everyday but Ryan didn't mind; at least he gran acknowledged him, which was more than he could say for his miserable mother. He went upstairs to his room, locked the door and undressed out of his school uniform. Once down to his briefs he lay back on the bed and smiled. The briefs were skimpy and another bone of contention with his mother because she considered them obscene and refused to launder them so he washed them himself. He thought about what Mrs Palmer had said and imagined being a professional dancer. The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea so he grabbed the small laptop computer his dad had given him for his fourteenth birthday and sent an email to him.

His dad already knew about his love of dancing and that he was attending ballet lessons with Mrs Palmer so he related what she'd told him about how good he was and doing an audition for the Royal Ballet School. Whilst he waited for a reply, he watched gay porn. He knew he shouldn't since he was underage but he'd heard other boys say they'd watched free porn on their computers, although he doubted they'd been referring to gay porn. By the time he heard his email account ping, indicating the arrival of a new email, he'd removed his briefs and was massaging his erection.

He stopped watching the porn and opened his dad's reply. "I think it's an excellent idea; you should definitely go for it. I'm sure you'd be successful and make an excellent dancer. The Royal Ballet School is based in London so you could live with me and Terry. Go for it son and don't let your mother stop you. I'm very proud of you and so is Terry. Love Dad xx."

Ryan read the email over again and felt tears in his eyes. He so missed his dad and his visits to see him were far too few but his mother wouldn't allow him to visit more often. "What she'll say when she finds out, fuck knows", he laughed.

"Where are you?" he heard his mother shout, "your meal is ready". He hastily dressed and went downstairs. His gran was already sitting at the table and smiled at him. He smiled back and winked which was their secret language.

Once the meal was over and he'd helped wash up the dishes as usual, he returned to his bedroom. He locked the door, stripped off again and logged onto the gay porn he'd been watching earlier. As he watched a guy fucking another, he wanked himself off trying to imagine what it must feel like to have another guy's dick inside him or have his inside another guy. When he'd reached his climax and shot his load of cum over his belly, he compared his erection against the guy's on screen. "Not bad" he giggled, "I reckon I'm almost as big as your long dick".

The next day after school, he told Mrs Palmer he'd like to apply for an audition at the Royal Ballet School and that his father supported him.

"That's brilliant news Ryan; I assume your mother doesn't know." Ryan shook his head and said he'd deal with her if his application was accepted. "You do realise it will need dedication and a lot of hard work." He again nodded and said he was determined to achieve his dream. "Come on then, we'd better get down to work; there's a lot to do" Mrs Palmer grinned. She still couldn't believe she was now coaching a pupil for an audition at the Royal Ballet School and it brought back memories of her dream which never materialised.

A week later, Mrs Palmer gave him a letter when he arrived for his tuition. They'd agreed to use her address for any correspondence to avoid Ryan's mother finding out and possibly destroying the letter before her son saw it. Ryan excitedly ripped it open and read the contents. He gasped. "I've been invited to an audition in two months' time." Mrs Palmer was ecstatic even though she'd have been surprised if the RBS hadn't offered him one after the glowing reference she'd given in the covering letter she'd included with Ryan's application.

"That's wonderful news Ryan; congratulations" she replied and gave Ryan a big hug. He so seldom received hugs from anyone that he was taken aback but enjoyed it and wrapped his arms round her waist. She'd never had children having lost her first child before it was born and wasn't able to conceive after that which is why she enjoyed teaching children. "We've got a lot of work to do between now and then so we'd better get on" she suddenly laughed before giving him a kiss on his forehead.

When he got home after a demanding session with Mrs Palmer, he went straight to his bedroom, locked the door, stripped off his school uniform and emailed his dad. "I've got an audition" he typed excitedly, "it's in two months' time but what about mum. She'll go ape when she finds out."

Whilst he waited for a reply, he stood naked in front of his mirror and performed pirouettes to practice what he'd been doing with Mrs Palmer. He giggled as he saw his dick swing around but the more he performed, the better he became. He then practiced a plie and as he did so, heard the ping of an email arriving on his laptop. He rushed to it and read his dad's response. "Great news son; I'm so proud of you. Just make sure you work hard with Mrs Palmer, but I'm sure you will. Leave your mother to me. I'll tell her nearer the time and I'll speak to your headmaster about having two days off school."

The two months seemed to fly by. Every day after school, Ryan went to Mrs Palmer for a private lesson. At the weekend he'd practice as best he could in his bedroom, often naked in front of the mirror to admire his developing body. His dad had emailed to tell him to pack an overnight bag without his mother seeing and take it to Mrs Palmer on the Wednesday morning before he went to school. Since his mother showed no interest in what he was doing that wasn't a problem. His father's plan was to drive to Preston and collect him from Mrs Palmer's house after school, having on the way dropped off a letter for his mother explaining that he was taking Ryan to London.

"Have you told mum why I'm going to London?" Ryan asked as soon as he'd hugged and kissed his father.

His father smiled and said he'd given her a letter saying he was taking him to London to celebrate his fifteenth birthday. What he'd in fact said was "Since you never do anything to celebrate Ryan's birthday I've taken him to London as it's his fifteenth tomorrow. Terry and I have a special treat for him and knowing how difficult you always are when trying to arrange for him to see his father I decided I had to make these arrangements without consulting you. I'm sorry, but your attitude towards me and your son has forced me to take this action. I can understand your anger with me, despite it now being five years, but I fail to understand why you treat Ryan the way you do. He'll be returning by train on Sunday afternoon."

When his ex-wife read the letter she ranted and raved much to the amusement of the older Mrs Fox who secretly congratulated her son for standing up to his ex-wife for once.

"So she doesn't know anything about the audition."

"No son, she doesn't; let's wait and see how that goes before telling her about your dream to become a professional dancer." Whilst waiting for Ryan to arrive from school, Ron and Mrs Palmer had discussed how they'd tackle matters once the RBS had offered Ryan a place, assuming that he did.

"I'd be very surprised if they didn't" she commented, "you really have an exceptional son Mr Fox; I've never seen a young person with so much natural talent."

It took four hours to drive back to London down the motorway but Ryan enjoyed the company of his father and so wished he could live with him instead of his mother. When they arrived in Hampstead where Ron and Terry owned a smart three-bedroom apartment, Terry welcomed Ryan with open arms. The two of them had done well since living together by setting up a successful estate agency business. Both were good businessmen and Terry's previous sales experience had been an asset. That evening they enjoyed a lovely time together and by the time Ryan went to bed he felt fully relaxed and ready for the audition the following morning.

The audition was being held at the Royal Ballet School in Covent Garden at eleven in the morning so there was plenty of time for Ron and Terry to have a birthday breakfast with Ryan before they left.

"Happy birthday son" Ron said as he gave him his present and birthday card.

"Thanks dad" Ryan replied with tears in his eyes as he kissed his father.

"And a very happy birthday from me too Ryan on this special day" Terry said as he gave him another beautifully wrapped present. Ryan thanked him in the same way before sitting down to open his card and presents. The card was from both of them said Happy Birthday and we wish you every success with your audition'. It was signed with all our love Dad and Terry xx'.

"Thank you" Ryan managed to say with a lump in his throat. His previous birthdays since his parents had divorced had been nothing like this. He picked up the present from his dad and when he opened it, his heart missed a beat. It was the latest iPhone. "Thanks dad" he cried with tears running down his face as he jumped up to give his father a big kiss and a hug.

"It's on a monthly contract which I'm paying until you can afford to take it over yourself" his father added which resulted in another big kiss because Ryan knew how much they cost. He'd dreamt of owning his own phone and now he did.

He then opened Terry's present and that was a leather cover for the phone plus a music CD of classical ballet music. "Thank you" he managed to say without bursting into tears.

"And this is from your grandma; she asked me to give it to you when I went to the house yesterday." Ryan opened the envelope and inside there was a birthday card wishing him a happy birthday and some money with a note saying `for you to buy a present of your choosing'. With the cards and presents opened they settled down to breakfast. Nobody commented on the absence of anything from Ryan's mother.

When they arrived at the premises of the RBS in Covent Garden, Ryan was feeling both excited and nervous as the receptionist told them where to report to register their arrival. With that done, Ryan was shown where to change before re-joining his dad in a waiting room. A girl, who was younger than Ryan, was sitting with her mother looking very nervous. She scowled at Ryan which amused him so he smiled back and her mother responded with a similar smile. Ten minutes later, the girl was called in leaving her mother in the waiting room.

"I thought there'd be more for this audition" the mother said to Ron.

"I understand the main auditions took place earlier this week" he replied. The mother nodded and sat back to wait.

Fifteen minutes later the young girl returned. She had tears in her eyes and was clearly not happy. The lady who'd registered them asked Ryan to go with her and told the girl to change out of her ballet clothes. Ryan's heart was now beating at a rate of knots. When the woman returned to the waiting room, she gave the mother still sitting there a piece of paper. "Oh dear" she said as she read the note, "we're going to have tears; I didn't think she'd be accepted. Their standard is very high" she commented to Ron.

"Hello Ryan, come on in and stand by the bar please" the chairman of the audition panel told him. As he held the bar having adopted the standard ballet pose, he took three deep breaths as Mrs Palmer had taught him. "If you could do two pirouettes for us please." Ryan did so, relieved that he'd practiced them in front of his mirror on countless occasions as well as with Mrs Palmer. "Now a plie, if you would please." Again, Ryan followed the instruction and was satisfied with his effort. After he'd completed a few more movements as requested, he was asked to dance his prepared piece. He'd chosen a two-minute piece from Swan Lake which was his favourite. When the music started, he sprang into action forgetting that he was in front of a panel of experts which was what Mrs Palmer had told him.

"Well done Ryan; that was beautifully performed" the chairman said when he'd finished. "Tell me, what made you want to take up ballet?"

Ryan thought for a moment gathering his thoughts. "I love music and I love dance. When I hear music I automatically want to dance" he replied, hoping he'd said enough.

"And what do you feel when you dance?" an older lady on the panel asked. She had pure white hair and had been a professional dancer in her earlier years.

Ryan smiled. "I feel I'm floating on air and all my troubles dissolve away. The music flows through my body and takes me over."

"Thank you" the lady smiled, clearly impressed.

"Thank you Ryan; if you'd go and change and then we'll call you back with your father to ask a few more questions."

A few minutes later, Ryan re-joined his father in the waiting area. "So, how did it go?"

"Okay I think although I know I made a small mistake in the piece I danced but it wasn't that noticeable. They want to see both of us next to ask more questions."

Ron hugged his son knowing that meant the panel were impressed having seen what happened to the other girl. A few minutes later, the registration lady asked them to go back in. Two chairs had been placed before the panel and they were asked to sit. Ron was feeling more nervous than his son.

"First of all Ryan, the panel were impressed with your audition so congratulations. Secondly, we note it's your birthday today, so please accept our best wishes for a happy day" the chairman said. Ryan smiled and thanked him. "Mr Fox; are you a fan of ballet or modern dance?"

"Um, yes; my partner and I often go to see ballet and modern dance."

"And are you supportive of your son's interest in ballet and modern dance?"

"Absolutely; my partner and I are one hundred percent behind him and prepared to support him in whatever way we can. I should explain that I'm divorced from Ryan's mother who takes no interest in his wellbeing but if he were successful with his application then he'd move to London and live with us."

"Ah, so does that explain why the correspondence address is care of Mrs Palmer who I believe is Ryan's current teacher?"

Ron said it did and was to avoid Ryan's mother from interfering. The chairman then asked Ryan what his feelings were about leaving Preston and moving to London.

"I can't wait to move to London and get away from my mother's negative attitude. I love dancing and want to make it my career."

The chairman smiled and asked whether Ryan would be available to commence classes with effect from the beginning of the summer term should he be successful since the spring term was ending shortly. Ryan looked at his dad who said he was sure his current headmaster would release him knowing the situation. With that, the chairman said the panel would make their final decision and write to Ryan within a week. He thanked both of them for attending and they left. Ron had no doubt in his mind that an offer would soon be on its way.

"A remarkable young man" one of the panel remarked once father and son had left them. The others agreed and the chairman said "He has amazing talent".

Once home, Ryan called Mrs Palmer to say how he'd got on. When she heard the full story, she too was certain an offer would be on its way in due course. That evening, Ron and Terry took Ryan out for a special meal to celebrate his birthday. "Here's to a future professional dancer" Terry said as he held up his glass of wine.

"And you guys are okay about me living with you?" Ryan asked.

"Of course we are" Ron replied and Terry concurred although they all knew that for the first year, Ryan would board at the RBS training school based at White Lodge in Richmond Park so would only be living with them during holiday periods. Once he'd left Preston he had no intention of returning whatever happened.

When they returned home after an enjoyable time out, Ryan said there was something he needed to tell him and Terry. Both guys looked at him expectantly and he composed himself before saying what he'd rehearsed for most of the time they'd been out.

"I've decided I'm gay" he finally blurted out. The two older men smiled and Ron put his arm round his son.

"We worked that out long ago" he giggled "but are you comfortable with it?"

Ryan said he was and had no problems with his sexuality although he'd so far kept it to himself. "Do you reckon mum knows?"

Ron laughed and said he doubted she did, knowing the lack of interest she took in her son. Terry agreed from the little he knew of the woman and welcomed Ryan into the gay world. "Three poofs and piano living together" Terry laughed since Ron loved playing the instrument which was probably where Ryan had got his interest in music from.

After they'd all gone to bed that night, Ryan hugged himself as he admired his naked body in front of the full length mirror. He then heard movement from the room next to his which was where his dad and Terry slept. Ryan could hear groans and moans through the wall as he pressed his ear against it.

"Oh yeah, fuck me" Terry said and Ryan imagined his dad's stiff dick entering his lover just like he'd seen in porn. His own cock immediately reacted and he began massaging it. The groans of pleasure continued as Ron fucked Terry and Ryan's erection was being massaged to its conclusion. He then heard a muted "Ah" and giggled guessing that his dad had reached his climax. He wanked himself harder and was soon doing the same all over the floor. When he'd come down from his high, he grabbed a tissue and wiped up the mess before getting into bed. He couldn't wait to move to London.

Within a week, Ryan received the letter he'd been waiting for, and Mrs Palmer waited with baited breath as he opened it. As soon as she saw the big smile on his face, she knew it was good news. He'd been invited to commence in two weeks' time. Using his new mobile phone, he immediately called his dad to tell him the news and he said he'd travel to Preston at the weekend to speak to his mother.

"What the fuck does he want" his mother commented after receiving a call from Ron to say he needed to speak to her about something important on the Saturday. Ryan could hardly keep his excitement under control over the next three days before his dad arrived at midday.

"I suggest we all sit down" Ron said "I need to tell you something about Ryan". Ryan's mother glared at her son and then his father as she sat down opposite them. Ron's mother also sat up, keen to hear what the family meeting was all about. Ron then announced that Ryan had been attending ballet classes for several months and his teacher had said he had great talent so had applied to the Royal Ballet School for an audition. That had taken place a week ago and as they too had recognised his potential they'd offered him a place.

"What the fuck does he want to do ballet for?" she exclaimed.

"I told you before, but you wouldn't listen" Ryan replied, "I love music and I love dance; I want to be a professional dancer."

His mother glared at him having realised he and her ex had gone behind her back.

"I wanted to be a professional ballet dancer" the older Mrs Fox piped up from the corner, "but nobody would support me, so congratulations Ryan, I'm proud of you."

"Shut the fuck up; stupid woman" Ryan's mother shouted.

Ron bristled and told his ex-wife not to speak to his mother like that. "Kindly remember this is her house and you're living here at her invitation otherwise you'll be out on your ear and homeless again."

Ryan glanced at his mother knowing she'd not like being reminded of that fact. She glared at Ron and then looked at Ryan. "Only poofs become ballet dancers; are you one?"

"Yes, I am gay" Ryan replied with pride "and for your information, not only gay men become professional dancers but I don't care what you think."

Ron smiled to himself, proud of the way his son stood up to his mother. The older Mrs Fox also smiled and said she'd identified young Ryan's sexuality a while ago in the same way as she'd recognised her own son's before he made the big announcement which caused her homophobic husband to react the way he did. Ron and Ryan smiled at her, grateful for her support.

"I don't care a fuck what any of you say; I'm not having a poof and a ballet dancer living with me" Ryan's mother announced.

Ron had guessed this would be her reaction which played right into his hands. He told Ryan to go and pack up his things because he'd be returning to London with him that day. Ryan gasped not expecting things to move so quickly so shot up and ran upstairs. He'd already decided what he'd take when the time came so it didn't take him long to pack up.

"And what about his education?" his mother asked.

"All taken care of" Ron smiled, "he will continue his basic education at the RBS along with his dance lessons and I've already spoken to his headmaster who's agreed to release him immediately."

She again glared at him knowing she was beaten so got up and proceeded to the kitchen. As she went she muttered "I shall be glad to see the back of him; he's welcome to join you perverts".

Ron was tempted to reply but decided not to; instead he looked at his mother and asked if she was okay. "You don't have to put up with her you know; she's got no right to live here."

"I know but she cooks my meals, does the shopping and the washing."

"You could always sell the house and move into supported accommodation."

She nodded and said she'd thought of doing that but at the moment she could control the woman who had a big chip on her shoulder. Ron gave her a big hug and told her to let him know if she changed her mind. He then went up to Ryan's room to help him pack.

"I'm sorry about that son" he said as he walked in.

"It's okay dad; I'm used to her ranting but I can't wait to leave so thanks for everything." Father and son hugged for a moment before finishing the task in hand. When everything had been packed, Ron took it to the car whilst Ryan said goodbye to his granny. It was an emotional parting as she wished her grandson all the best. He then called out "Bye mum" but she ignored him. He looked at his granny and she raised her eyebrows in disgust so he walked out of the house knowing he'd never return.

Ryan enjoyed the few days he spent with Terry and his dad, and he heard them at it again several nights running. Each time he'd lie on his own bed stark naked and wank off to sounds of sexual pleasure coming from the bedroom next door.

A week after he'd moved to London it was time to start at his new school. He was really excited about it and looked forward to being a boarder for the next year and a bit. Once his dad had helped him in with his things, they kissed and hugged before he departed telling his son to keep in contact. When he'd left, another boy appeared in the room. "Hi, I'm Michael and we're going to be roommates along with Sven who'll be sharing with us. The other boy who shared with us has left; he wasn't very good so he's given up."

Ryan introduced himself and immediately liked Michael who was also fifteen. He had camp mannerisms so he guessed he too was gay.

"You'll like Sven, he's real cute but sadly not gay like me" Michael said, looking for a reaction from Ryan.

"I am too; so is my dad."

"That's so cool; my parents just about accept my sexuality but having a gay dad must be great."

By the time Sven arrived, Michael and Ryan were really hitting it off. As Michael had said, the other fifteen-year-old was cute with fair hair. Michael introduced Ryan and announced that he too was gay. "Okay, no problem; I have several gay friends and we've got on well haven't we Michael."

Ryan asked how long they'd been at the school and they both said they'd started at age fourteen.

Ryan loved his time at the school and was soon noticed by the teachers as having exceptional talent. During their time together, he and Michael became very close friends. In fact, they became lovers although neither actually told the other how they felt and were never apart. Ryan visited Michael's parents for a few days during one holiday and Michael spent a few days at Ron and Terry's apartment. Having noticed the love between the two boys, they said they could sleep together but all they did sexually was bring each other off.

Finally, their time at White Lodge was over so Ryan and Michael began their final three years at the training school in Covent Garden; Sven having decided not to continue. By now, Ryan was the top student and Michael was proud to be his friend. They were now sixteen and had declared their love for each other. Michael lived with his parents and Ryan with his dad and Terry but they spent holidays together whenever they could.

"You love him very much don't you" his dad said to Ryan one day. Ryan nodded feeling a lump in his throat as he thought of Michael. "I'm very happy for you, son; there's nothing like true love."

Soon after they were both eighteen, Michael's parents announced they were moving to America because of his father's job. Michael was horrified knowing he'd have to find somewhere to live and a job to pay for it since his parents weren't fully behind his training as a dancer.

"I've no idea what I'm going to do" he told Ryan tearfully, "I so don't want to give up my training".

"You could come and live with me" Ryan replied, "I'm sure Ryan and Terry would agree".

Michael threw his arms round the guy he loved so much and they kissed. Ryan said he'd speak to Terry and his dad that evening. As he expected, both Ron and Terry agreed so Michael moved in.

"We're moving you to the larger bedroom at the back" Ron said when the two lads arrived with Michael's belongings, "we decided we didn't want to listen to you guys humping all night" he grinned.

Ryan laughed, remembering how many times he'd heard the older guys humping. "Great, that means we can make as much noise as these two guys" Ryan joked with Michael who went puce red as he wasn't used to such openness. Although his parents had appeared to accept his sexuality, they certainly didn't embrace it like Ryan's father.

With everything moved and Michael's possessions in place, Ryan pulled him into a kiss. It became intense and both guys felt their bodies react. Ryan pulled Michael up close to him and felt his erection pressing against his. "I'm tempted to take you to bed and fuck you" he whispered.

"Behave yourself" Michael giggled, imagining what it would feel like to have Ryan's cock inside him. That night, they made proper love for the first time so he found out.

"I want to fuck you" Ryan whispered.

"You may, if I can fuck your afterwards" Michael giggled.

"You're on; from behind or on your back?"

"Definitely on my back" Michael grinned, "I want to see your face as you do it".

Having slowly undressed each other between kisses and fumbling to feel each other's erection, Michael lay back on the bed and watched Ryan prepare himself. "You're really big" he commented as he looked at Ryan's long thick cock.

"Do you reckon you can take it?" Ryan giggled.

"Of course" Michael replied indignantly but secretly he was wondering whether he could. With preparations made, Ryan knelt between Michael's legs and lifted them over his chest to expose what he now wanted. He first fingered it and watched Michael close his eyes and sigh with pleasure as the fingers gently moved across his sensitive entrance. Ryan lubricated his thick shaft and gently pressed the head of his cock up against the entrance. He'd watched loads of gay porn and seen guys do it, often with Michael during the past year or so, but now he was about to actually do the deed, he was worried that he would hurt his lover. Michael, having read about gay sex, immediately relaxed as the large head breached him and within seconds it was through and he could see the long thick shaft slowly disappearing.

"Ah yes" Ryan exhaled and Michael did the same. The feel of his cock inside another guy was totally different to what he'd expected. "This is just beautiful" he muttered, slowly moving in and out and keeping an eye on Michael afraid he was going to hurt him but Michael had his eyes closed and was clearly enjoying it.

Gradually Ryan increased the pace and Michael let out moans and groans of pleasure. "Fuck, it's awesome" he managed to say.

Both lost all track of time but eventually, Ryan could feel his body rise to that moment when he knew there was nothing he could do to stop his seed spewing out inside the latex. "Ah" Ryan called out not worrying that his dad or Terry might hear. His climax erupted and he thrust back and forth several times until he was spent. When he was, he collapsed on top of Michael and they kissed passionately. "I love you so much" Ryan managed to say when the kiss ended.

"I love you too; I want to be with you forever" Michael replied.

After a few minutes of rest, they changed places and Ryan lay back on the bed ready to be fucked by Michael. This time, Ryan watched Michael prepare his not insignificant cock and eventually press it inside him. It felt just as good being fucked as it did doing it, so he decided there and then that he wanted it both ways and so did Michael.

Being a Sunday the following morning, neither rushed up so they enjoyed each other again. Just when both had been satisfied, Terry knocked on the door. He looked at the two naked lads still sprawled on the bed and grinned guessing they'd been at it just as he and Ron had been. It was the first time he'd seen Michael completely naked and for a moment he admired the two eighteen year-olds. There was a policy that anyone could wander round naked it they wished and he and Ron did it often as had Ryan so they were all used to each other's bodies.

"Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes so I suggest you guys have a quick shower together."

The two lads grinned and immediately shot up to go to the bathroom which contained a large shower cubicle large enough for two. Ron and Terry frequently showered together, enjoying the closeness of their nakedness and Ryan and Michael soon did the same.

When Michael told his parents that he was moving in with Ryan, they hadn't taken it well for some reason. Although they'd appeared to accept his sexuality when he'd come out, they'd never embraced it or wanted to speak to him about his feelings. As a result, the issue had been pushed to one side, yet they'd agreed to Ryan spending a few days at their house during their first summer holiday together, albeit in a separate room to Michael's. When he'd announced that Ryan had invited him to live with him and his dad, they'd asked about the sleeping arrangements. Having explained they were boyfriends and would be sleeping together they asked whether Ryan's father was happy about that.

"Of course he is" Michael laughed, "he's also gay and lives with his gay partner".

"You mean all four of you are gay" his mother exclaimed. "I'm not sure this is right."

Michael almost choked with anger hardly believing what he was hearing. "So it's okay for you and dad to fuck off to America and leave me stranded with nowhere to live and no money to rent somewhere to live but it's not okay for someone I love to offer me a home and whose father is gay and welcomes me" he shouted and stomped off to his room. The atmosphere whilst he packed his personal things didn't improve so when he was done he'd called Ryan to see if his dad was able to collect him. Ron did so immediately and Michael moved into his new home leaving bad feelings between him and his parents.

"I still can't believe their reaction" he commented at breakfast that first morning having still not heard from his parents with any word of apology. "If they think I'm going to contact them they're going to wait forever."

Terry smiled and patted his hand. "That's homophobic parents for you; Ryan is lucky having a gay dad but his mother is just the same as yours."

"Sadly it's true Michael; us gays are a minority so we have to stand together; welcome to the club my friend" Ron smiled "but you're welcome here so try and forget it".

Michael knew Ron was right but it had upset him. He felt his relationship with his parents had taken a big step backwards. He was also concerned about his younger brother, who was now fifteen and had indicated to Michael in confidence that he felt he too was gay. He'd been told he had to move to America with his parents and had no choice in the matter. "I feel so sorry for him because now he's seen the attitude of our parents towards my sexuality, he's not going to want to admit he's gay."

"I'm sorry my love; we must support him in whatever way we can" Ryan replied and put an arm round his lover.

"He's more than welcome to visit you here" Ron said which caused tears in Michael's eyes. He was so lucky to have found such wonderful guys.

Their training went well and they enjoyed every moment at the Royal Ballet School. Ryan was still considered a star pupil but Michael didn't mind. He knew he was nowhere near his standard but he enjoyed being beside him, and of course he loved him. When they weren't studying, they went to the gay bars and cubs; they had a wonderful time being free and being gay. They'd go home and have the most wonderful sex which got better and better. At one club they met a group of guys who were great fun. They were all on drugs which Ryan and Michael always declined knowing the likely effect it would have on them but they enjoyed their company.

Samuel, who was twenty-one and had the most beautiful black body, invited them to a private party the following weekend. "They'll be nine of us with you guys; you will come won't you; it'll be a laugh."

Ryan and Michael said they'd love to go; they enjoyed Samuel's company and that of his friends even though most of the time they were high on drugs.

"By the way" Samuel grinned, "it's an underwear party which if you've not been to one before means..."

"Everyone only wears underwear" Ryan grinned interrupting.

"All of us will only be wearing G strings but it's up to you guys. When you arrive, you strip down to your choice of underwear although most often that's also discarded as the party progresses. Expect it to be a wild party" Samuel laughed.

"Sounds great" Michael laughed, "count us in".

Ryan looked at him and grinned; he hadn't expected his boyfriend to be into wild parties. "But no drugs for us; we've got dancing careers to consider."

Samuel said that was their choice and wouldn't be under any pressure to do drugs.

The party was the following Friday evening and would continue into the early hours of the Saturday morning. During the week, Ryan had taken Michael to a gay sex shop in Soho and they'd purchased two net G strings which hid nothing but was very erotic. They gave Ryan's dad the address of the house in Spitalfields but didn't tell him it was an underwear party or that they'd bought sexy G strings.

Samuel had told them to arrive around eight that evening and when they arrived they were ushered into a room to strip off down to their G strings. The house was owned by two older guys who were in their early thirties. When Ryan and Michael walked into the large living room where the action was going to take place, all the other guys stopped what they were doing and admired the new arrivals.

"Fuck; you guys look so sexy in those" Samuel shrieked and introduced the guys to everyone else. They were the youngest as the other guests were all in their early twenties so everyone took great interest.

It wasn't long before stiff cocks were beginning to poke their heads out of G strings so those guys were told to remove them completely. Once several guys had stiff cocks waving around, the others soon had theirs sticking out of their G strings. When all nine guys were stark naked, the real action started to take place. The drugs were doing the rounds but the younger guys declined although they did participate in some poppers whilst guys were having a good suck of their cocks.

"It's time I tried this for size" Samuel giggled and knelt across Ryan's legs as he sat on one of the large sofas. The hosts had placed condoms, lube and bottles of poppers round the room so Samuel grabbed what he wanted, prepared Ryan's stiff cock and then lowered himself onto it. As he slowly rode it up and down, he kissed Ryan fully on the lips. Ryan glanced across the room to where Michael was sitting and smiled when he saw he too was being given similar treatment. "Yeah, that big cock feels fucking good" Samuel groaned.

Nobody wanted to reach their climax too early so once it was near, the action stopped and something else would take place. One guy who was high on drugs, spent most of the time draped over the end of a sofa offering his arse to whoever wanted so each of the others would stuff their stiff cock up it and give him a good hard fuck before moving on.

Every so often, the hosts would appear with trays of food and the action would stop whilst they ate and drank. Things continued well into the early hours and around three in the morning, two couples left leaving the two hosts, Samuel and the two younger guys.

"I take it you guys are not planning to go home yet" Samuel grinned. Ryan and Michael shook their head having told Ron and Terry they didn't expect to be home until lunchtime or after on the Saturday. "Great; in that case let's go to bed."

Ryan looked at the hosts and they said "Go ahead; Samuel knows which room you can use; he's a regular here" so Samuel led them upstairs into a room with a large double bed.

"Thought we could have a threesome before we get some shut eye" Samuel grinned. Ryan and Michael were up for that so the three clambered on the bed and had fun. Over the next hour they each fucked one another but this time they continued until they'd climaxed. Whilst one fucked, the other would suck the guy being fucked so everyone was happy.

Finally, they settled down to sleep with Samuel in the middle and the other two pressed up against him. Samuel loved threesomes like this which was one of the reasons why he'd invited the two eighteen-year-olds.

They woke late morning with three erections needing attention. Samuel laid back and began massaging his own enormous black cock whilst the other two guys knelt either side of him to do the same. It didn't take long for three loads of white creamy cum to shoot over his belly. They all giggled and Michael dipped his finger into the pool and mixed it together.

"I hope you're gonna clear that up" Samuel laughed so Ryan grabbed a tissue and performed the deed.

Samuel became a close friend of the two younger guys and sometimes stayed with them. Each time they'd sleep together which always amused Ron and Terry. As with the others, he wasn't bothered about showing off his naked body so would often walk round the apartment with everything on view. Ron and Terry loved seeing Samuel's gorgeous black body and frequently imagined having him in bed with them.

At the end of the final year of training, it was customary for the students about to leave to put on a performance. For Ryan and Michael's final year, it was decided to perform Sleeping Beauty with Ryan playing the principal part of the prince. Ron invited his mother to attend and arranged for a private car to bring her to London and stay overnight with them. He also invited Ryan's mother but she refused to go, so it was the last time they ever spoke to each other. Michael was one of the supporting dancers so invited his parents to attend but they also declined so he invited Peter, his younger brother who jumped at the offer, especially since Ron had agreed to pay his fare. He too would be staying at the apartment and since the older Mrs Fox would be using the guestroom, he'd agreed to sleep with Ryan and Michael.

Those going to watch were excited when the day finally arrived but Ryan and Michael were nervous. It was their first major performance in front of an audience. They needn't have been because everything went perfectly and Ryan's performance had the audience in raptures. He received a standing ovation at the end which he found overwhelming. What he didn't know at the time, was that a guy in the audience was a scout for a well-known all-male ballet company. As soon as the performance was over, he went backstage to find Ryan.

"You were magnificent; here's my card; give me a call because I'm sure we could use your talent."

Ryan glanced at the business card and felt his heart stop. He and Michael had been to see some of this company's productions and they were very good and well respected. He'd never imagined he'd be talent spotted by such a prestigious company.

"You're remarkable, that's why" his dad told him when he later showed him the card.

A few days later, Ryan went to see the guy in charge of recruiting new talent. "We've been watching your progress for a while; seems you've won every award possible at the school and been their best student for many a year so congratulations."

Ryan was amazed at hearing he'd been watched by those at the top but that was show business for you. They discussed the contract on offer and Ryan was bowled over. The guy said he'd put it in writing and when Ryan had considered it, to give him a call. "If you receive any other offers in the meantime, speak to me before you accept anything. We want you Ryan and don't want to lose you to a competitor."

Ryan returned home hardly believing what he'd heard. When he told his dad, he immediately hugged his son. "I'm so proud of you son; you deserve it because you've worked bloody hard. And that goes for you Michael."

Ryan smiled at his lover and pulled him into a hug. "Perhaps I can persuade them to take you too."

Michael laughed, "It's you they want, not me; I'm nowhere near your standard".

"Don't knock yourself down Michael" Ron told him, "you're a good dancer and companies like them need good hard working people like you as support dancers."

"It would be great if we could work together" Ryan said and gave Michael a kiss. Michael agreed because the thought of the guy he loved so much moving on without him was hard to imagine. "If they want me so bad then I'll stipulate that I want you as part of the team too."

Michael kissed him and felt tears in his eyes. Ron was also proud of the way his son supported his lover.

Two days later, Ryan received the letter he'd been waiting for. The offer was beyond his wildest dreams. In the meantime, he'd been approached by another company but it was this one he wanted to work with because it was an all-male company and had a high reputation. He called the guy and said he was interested in the offer but would like to discuss it with him.

"If it's the money" the guy said as soon Ryan had sat down, "we may be able to relook at the offer". Ryan smiled and said the money was fine but would like his partner to work with him. "Ah" the guy grinned not having realised that Ryan was gay. He asked who the young man was and Ryan showed him a photo that his dad had taken of Michael dancing in the same production. "I'm sure we could fit Michael in somewhere but he'd need to come along for an audition first." Ryan agreed and they arranged a time the following day. "So your answer is yes subject to Michael being taken on?"

"Yes" Ryan replied.

"He's a lucky guy to have someone like you to look after him."

"He's very special and means a lot to me."

The guy smiled admiring Ryan's loyalty to the one he loved. It didn't happen often these days and he liked that. Michael attended the next day and performed a perfect audition so the guy had no hesitation in offering him a position with the company subject to Ryan's acceptance. He did accept so everyone was happy.

That night in bed, Michael said he wanted to show Ryan how much he loved him. Ryan grinned. "You can do that as often as you like." So they spent the next hour making love and having sex in every way possible. By the time they settled down, both their arses were sore but it was worth it.

When Peter had visited them for the end of year production, Michael sensed he wasn't happy. He questioned him but Peter was not that forthcoming other than to say he was definitely gay but knew he couldn't come out to their parents. Since moving to America and Michael moving in with Ryan, they'd expressed their views about homosexuality very clearly and they were far from favourable.

"Come back to England" Michael told him, "Ryan and I can support you until you find a job."

Peter said he'd love to, if only to get away from his parents. "But I can't; dad has got me this special job in his firm and I can't not accept it so will have to work there for a while until I've got sufficient experience to move on."

Michael tried to persuade him to turn the job down since he'd not applied for the post. It was another case of their parents trying to rule their son's life like they had tried to do with Michael when he was sixteen. He'd resisted but Peter wasn't as strong willed as him so let his father push him around.

Rehearsals for their first production were hard work but they enjoyed the challenge. Ryan danced one of the main roles and Michael was in the troupe of supporting dancers. Both were a great success, resulting in a standing ovation at every performance. As time passed, Ryan was becoming more well-known and regular patrons looked out for him. Over the next two years he began to dance major roles and at the end of each performance he received more standing ovations.

He had just started rehearsals for an all-male version of Swan Lake and was to dance the part of the prince. Michael had started doing bit parts with various companies because there weren't always parts available with the all-male company. He wasn't totally happy doing that because he loved working with Ryan but that was about to change.

"Fuck" he exclaimed one evening whilst checking his emails on his iPad after another hard day of rehearsals. Ryan looked up from what he was reading and asked what was wrong. "It's an email from Peter" he replied as he passed his iPad over to Ryan.

"I want you to know Michael that I've always loved you very much. You've always been a great support for me so please don't think badly of me now. I can't continue hiding my sexuality and living this lie anymore. I must be my true self. I so wanted to live a life out in the open like you and Ryan but it's impossible to do so around mum and dad. Not a day goes by when they're not making some snide comment about a gay person they see on the television or about you and Ryan. It's driving me insane. I know you offered to help me return to England and settle there but it's impossible. I've tried to talk to Dad about leaving the job he forced me into but he won't listen and just tells me to stop moaning. I've had enough, so by the time you read this email because of the time difference, I will be gone from this world. I'm so sorry Michael; I don't mean to hurt you but I'm going out of my mind. Please forgive me."

Ryan looked at the words and then Michael. He could hardly believe what he'd read. He put the iPad down, rushed over to where his lover was sitting and hugged him. Michael was now crying his eyes out and Ryan didn't really know what to say.

"I've so let him down" Michael bawled, "I knew he was unhappy and should have persuaded him to return to England." Ryan tried to console him by saying he tried his best but only Peter could decide what he wanted to do and he'd chosen to stay. "Yeah, only because of my father, the bastard."

"Do you think he really has done it?" Ryan asked even though the email was quite clear and gave every indication that it was a suicide letter. Michael nodded knowing his brother wouldn't send an email like that and not do what he said. "Is it worth calling his mobile just in case?" Ryan was now desperate to make things better for his lover and couldn't imagine what he was going through right now. Michael half nodded, pulled out his mobile and passed it to Ryan. He pressed the contacts icon and found Peter's number. He pressed the call icon, hoping against hope that he'd answer the call.

"This number is no longer in service" a sterile voice told him. He switched the phone off and looked at Michael. "Number no longer in service" he said tearfully. "Do you think your parents will know?"

"Fuck knows but I'm not calling them to find out."

Ryan hugged him but said nothing; he knew Michael would want to attend the funeral but it could wait for the moment. Whilst they sat there in each other's arms, Ron and Terry arrived home from work. They looked at the two young men and immediately knew something was wrong. Ryan showed them Peter's email and they both gasped.

A few hours later, Michael's father called. "Michael, I've got terrible news; Peter has committed suicide by jumping off the top of a building. How could he do such a thing and cause such pain and suffering to his family. His mother's distraught."

"Typical; you only think of yourself; not why he did it" Michael retorted.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You and mother killed him" he shot back, "congratulations; you've rejected one son and caused the death of the other".

"What do you mean we caused his death? He took his own life; I don't understand."

"No you wouldn't, because you never bothered to listen to him, or me for that matter. Peter was gay but the constant homophobic remarks from you and mother made him realise he couldn't come out like I did. He was desperate to be himself and live the life he wanted but oh no, you and mother knew better by taking him to America without any discussion and forcing him into a job he didn't want. Even when he tried to talk to you about it you told him to stop moaning."

"How do you know that's why he took his own life?"

"Because he sent me a suicide email which told me everything. I tried to persuade him to return to England when he visited because I knew he was unhappy but he wasn't as strong willed as me so obeyed your wishes, afraid of upsetting you. That's why you and mother are responsible for his death and I'll never forgive you." Michael's father was too stunned for words, not knowing how to respond. "Email me the date of the funeral because I'll be attending that" Michael said and ended the call.

Ryan, Ron and Terry had been listening to Michael and patted him on the back. `Good for you; that's told him" Terry smiled.

Michael's father emailed a few days later to give the date of the funeral. "We will meet you at the airport and you can stay with us" he added. Michael replied saying "Don't bother, Ryan and I will make our own arrangements". Ryan had already said he'd accompany him when the time came and Michael had no intention of staying with his parents.

When Ryan told Carlos, the producer of Swan Lake, that he needed a few days off to go to Washington for the funeral, he said he'd come too because he was in the process of arranging an American tour of his all male version of the ballet. "The backers would like to meet our lead dancer if you don't mind." Ryan agreed so it was arranged they'd spend five days there to include the funeral and the meeting with the backers. Ryan had never been to America before so was delighted, especially as the trip would be all expenses paid by the company, including air fares and hotel accommodation for him and Michael.

The hotel they'd been booked into was very smart so took away some of the sadness why they were there. The funeral was the day after they'd got over their jet lag and the meeting with the backers the day after that. As soon as Michael and Ryan arrived at the funeral service, his mother came rushing up to him. "I can't understand why" she wailed, "why would he do such a thing?"

"Mother, I've already told father why so ask him; you and he drove him to it; he emailed me a suicide note."

She looked confused not understanding what her son was telling her. "Your father hasn't said anything about this."

"Surprise, surprise; speak to him mother; I have no more to say and don't wish to see or speak to either of you again."

With that, Michael marched off to the other side of the funeral chapel and sat down. Ryan quickly followed and sat down beside him. "You okay?" he whispered and held his boyfriend's hand.

"Yeah; am I being unreasonable do you think?"

"No way my love; as you say, they've killed one son and lost another; it's time they realised why."

The service was short and simple and apart from Peter's parents, Michael and Ryan, there were only two others who afterwards introduced themselves as friends of Peter. "It's so sad" one of them said "but he was so unhappy towards the end."

"Yeah, these fucking homophobes have a lot to answer for; I know they're your parents Michael but they really did drive him into the grave" the other guy said.

"Perhaps you could tell them that because they don't believe me" Michael replied and thanked them for their support. "Come on Ryan, I need to speak to the funeral director."

Michael's parents had seen the four guys talking and when Michael and Ryan had walked off, went up to this couple wondering who they were. The outspoken guy said his piece and walked off with his partner leaving Michael's parents stunned.

Michael, meanwhile had asked the funeral director what arrangements his parents had made regarding Peter's ashes and a headstone. "We've been told to scatter them in the garden of remembrance but no headstone."

"That figures" Michael replied. "Do as they've asked regarding the ashes but I'd like a headstone placed in the garden of remembrance if that's possible". The funeral director said that was possible so Michael passed over a piece of paper on which he'd written Peter's name and the dates plus `You'll be in my heart and remembered always my darling brother. I shall never forget you. Michael.'

"That's lovely" Ryan said and placed an arm round Michael.

When they got back to the hotel, Ryan took his lover into his arms. "Are you okay?"

Michael nodded. "Yeah; I feel he's closer than he's ever been for some reason. What I'd like to do now is go to bed and make love to you" he grinned. Ryan raised his eyebrows somewhat surprised but if that's what his boyfriend wanted then that's what they'd do. They undressed each other out of their funeral attire, got into bed and spent the next hour making love. It was beautiful.

When they'd both reached their climax inside each other, Ryan held Michael's head in his hands. "This is probably not the most ideal time to ask this but I can't hold back any longer; will you marry me Michael?"

Michael grinned. "It's the perfect time and the answer is yes." There then followed more kissing before they showered, got dressed into casual gear and went for a drink to celebrate.

"I've decided to give up dancing" Michael announced whilst the three of them sat in the departure lounge waiting to board their plane. "I'm never going to achieve much in a dancing career so instead I want to help young LGBT people like Peter whose parents don't accept their sexuality." Just before they came away, he'd been in contact with a London based charity that supported young LGBTs who'd been rejected by their parents or were living in a hostile environment.

"I thought the charity you'd contacted could only afford to employ you one day a week" Ryan replied.

"True, but that doesn't stop me from putting in unpaid time to support them and they desperately need people. Provided I can find a part-time job of some sort I can cope financially."

Carlos had been listening to the conversation with interest. "If Ryan is planning to stay with the Company he'll need a personal assistant to handle fan mail, manage media interview requests and generally provide a buffer between him and the public. Once Swan Lake opens and we go on tour he'll be in demand."

"That's a brilliant idea" Ryan said excitedly, "you'd be good at that my love".

"The Company could pay you twenty hours a week and you could work mainly from home so as to fit it in with your charity work" Carlos added.

Michael thought about it for a moment. It sounded a good idea and it meant he'd be able to work closely with the man he loved. "And you reckon I have the skills to do that kind of job" he replied.

"Of course you do; you're polite but firm with people" Ryan smiled taking his hand into his.

"You mean I'm hard" Michael laughed.

"Frequently" Ryan giggled which made Carlos chuckle when he realised the pun being made.

"That's settled then" Carlos smiled. "If you want to start immediately I can get you released from the dance group; we have plenty of young dancers waiting to join us."

Michael smiled having realised his dancing skills can't have been that good if he was so easily replaced but it suited him and he knew the charity would welcome him with open arms because so far they'd not found anyone who was prepared to do the job for just one day's pay a week yet give more time which the job required. "Thanks guys; I'd love to" he replied.

He sent an email to the charity in London accepting the job they'd talked about and told them he'd provide two to three days a week for one day's pay, plus he could start immediately. He'd just sent the email when they were called to the gate to board their plane. As they sat down, Michael suddenly realised how much his life had changed within such a short time. He'd lost a brother, gained a husband to-be, become his future partner's personal assistant and accepted work at a charity to help young guys like Peter.

"Can I get you something to drink gentlemen" the rather good looking steward asked once they were airborne. They each gave their order and when he returned with the drinks he looked at Ryan and smiled. "Excuse me for bothering you, sir but would you be willing to give me your autograph; you are Ryan Fox the ballet dancer, aren't you. My partner and I have been to every one of your performances and we've booked to see you in Swan Lake when it opens."

"He will, on the proviso that he's not inundated with requests from others on the plane because Mr Fox is tired and needs a rest so he's fresh for rehearsals when he gets back to London" Michael replied on behalf of Ryan.

"Of course sir; I'll make sure nobody else bothers him" the steward replied and passed over a menu card for Ryan to sign.

"What's your name?" Ryan asked.

"Renato, sir"

Ryan wrote on the card `To Renato' and then signed his name beneath, using the signature he'd perfected for such occasions. The steward beamed and thanked him profusely as he accepted the personalised autograph. "My partner will be so envious" he chuckled before leaving them.

"See, I told you he'd make a perfect PA, didn't I Carlos; he's as hard as nails."

Carlos chuckled and settled back into his seat. Ryan took hold of Michael's hand again and squeezed it before moving it into his crotch. "Who's hard now" Michael whispered and pressed against Ryan's erection.

The rehearsals were soon over and Swan Lake opened in London. Every performance was fully booked for the four weeks it was on and Ryan received a standing ovation every night, and on most nights two or three. Everyone agreed he gave a stunning performance and even the critics raved over his dancing. Michael was kept busy dealing with fan letters, his Facebook and Twitter pages as well as handling requests for interviews from radio, television and the press at large. His job at the charity was also going well and for once in his life he felt he was really doing something worthwhile. He'd enjoyed his dancing but helping young people who'd been subjected to homophobic treatment by the very people who should be supportive was every bit as rewarding and more so.

Ron had again arranged for his mother to be driven down to London by private car to attend the opening night of Swan Lake and he'd taken her backstage after the performance to meet the other dancers and enjoy the after show celebration with her grandson. With Ron's help, she'd now sold the house in Preston and moved into a warden controlled home where she was much happier. Ryan's mother had been forced to find alternative accommodation and a job to pay for it but Ron hadn't bothered inviting her to see her son dance again. Sadly, it was the last time the older Mrs Fox saw her grandson dance because she passed away two months later.

As soon as the London performance closed, Carlos took it on tour in America. They performed for three nights each in Miami, Washington, New York, Los Angeles and San Francisco. Every performance was an enormous success and Ryan in particular was loved by everyone. Whilst performing in Washington, Michael received a message from a security guy on the second night to say that his parents had watched the performance and would like a word. Michael pondered whether or not to see them but decided to do so.

"What do you want?" he asked in a curt manner.

"We just wanted to say how much we enjoyed the performance and how wonderful Ryan was; you must be very proud of him" his mother said meekly.

"Were you in it? We couldn't see you" his father added.

"No; I no longer dance; I'm Ryan's personal assistant and I work for a charity that supports young LGBT guys who have been rejected by their parents because of their sexuality like Peter was" he replied abruptly.

"We want to say how sorry we are Michael" his mother said.

Michael let out a short laugh of disgust. "A bit late for that isn't it? You rejected one son and killed another and you didn't even have the decency to arrange a headstone for him."

"We'll remedy that" his father interjected.

"Yet again too late father; I arranged it immediately after the funeral; Ryan and I visited the cemetery to see it as soon as we arrived in Washington." This took both parents by surprise and said nothing. "Would you kindly escort these people off the premises please" Ryan asked the security guy standing nearby and briskly walked away leaving them standing there. He never spoke to them ever again or had anything to do with them. As far as he was concerned they were dead.

He returned to Ryan's dressing room and slumped against the door. "Are you okay my love?" Ryan asked, immediately sensing that his lover was upset. Michael relayed what had happened and asked if he was being unkind.

"Not in the least my love; it's time they knew what it feels like to be rejected."

Michael smiled and looked at his semi naked lover who was only wearing a pair of skimpy briefs. "God you look so sexy; I could make love to you right here and now" he laughed.

"Probably not a good idea but as soon as we get back to the hotel you can do exactly that" Ryan grinned and took the guy he loved so much into his arms to kiss him.

When they did eventually get back to their hotel, they told Carlos they wouldn't be attending the usual after show get together so would see him in the morning. He grinned knowingly. "Enjoy and have fun" he laughed.

Once in their room, Michael seductively undressed Ryan and then told him to lie on the bed to watch him do the same. As each item was removed he thrust his crotch forward to emphasise the erection he now had inside his pants. When he was finally down to his underwear, he slowly pulled them down to tease his lover. Once they were off and had been tossed to one side, Ryan grabbed his arm and pulled his naked body on top of him. Their stiff cocks rubbed together as they kissed passionately.

"I'm gonna fuck your cute arse until you beg me to stop" Ryan giggled.

"Mm, can't' wait" Michael laughed and wrapped his legs round Ryan's torso. Ryan pulled them higher to expose the beautiful hole he wanted to fuck and prepared his rampant organ. Within seconds he had it deep inside giving it a good hard fuck. "Ah fuck, that feels so good" Ryan exclaimed as his cock slid in and out. He continued doing so for quite some time before he increased the pace and reached his climax. As he did so, he massaged Michael's erection which was soon spilling its load.

When they got home and hugs and kisses had taken place, Ron asked when the lovers wanted to get married. They'd decided to leave it until after the American tour but now they were home it seemed the right time to tie the knot. Ron said he'd like to make the arrangements and pay for the reception which he suggested was held at a local hotel. Since neither of them were religious, the actual ceremony would be held in a Registry Office.

"I've also got something to show you" Ron added. "Don't take it the wrong way because we love having you live here but wondered whether you'd like a place of your own. One of our clients is selling a two bed apartment in Kensington which is good value, ideally situated and in good condition. If you were interested, Terry and I would give you the deposit as a wedding present."

Ryan and Michael gasped putting their hands to their mouth; they'd thought about buying their own place but neither had sufficient money yet for a deposit. They looked at the details and both loved it.

"It looks perfect" Ryan said.

"It's fabulous" Michael added, "thank you".

"Yeah, thanks dad and you Terry" Ryan chipped in still hardly believing it.

Ron explained that he'd told the client the agency's fee would be waived if he agreed a lower price. "He's agreed, as he needs a quick sale and you can go to see it tomorrow if you're interested."

"You bet we are" Ryan replied and gave his dad and Terry a big kiss which was followed by one from Michael.

The following day they viewed the third floor apartment and fell in love with it. The whole place had been recently refurbished and was situated within a mansion block with its own porter. They agreed a price on the spot and six weeks later they were moving in having obtained a mortgage. Most of the modern furniture had been left by the previous owner because he didn't need it so there was little to buy. It was the most perfect property purchase imaginable.

"I still can't believe this is happening" Michael giggled.

"In that case let me take you to bed and prove it is" Ryan laughed.

"Are you seducing me?" Michael giggled with mock horror.

"Yep, so get naked boy" Ryan laughed. They both stripped, flinging their discarded clothes on the floor and ran to the main bedroom holding hands. They spent the next two hours having sex, rimming, sucking and fucking each other until both had shot their load. After more kissing and declaring their love for each other, they returned to the living room, still naked, and prepared a meal.

"It seems odd not having your dad and Terry around."

Ryan agreed and suspected they were feeling the same but both were now twenty-one and in charge of their own destination.

The wedding ceremony took place two weeks later and was also perfect. Ryan's dad acted as his witness and Terry did the same for Michael. They could have asked friends but decided that Ron and Terry had done so much for them over the years that it was only fitting to give them a role. The reception was brilliant and Carlos plus several friends they'd made at the ballet company attended. Sven and Samuel also attended and a good time was had by all. That night, the happy couple made beautiful love and they lived happily ever after.

Ryan had just opened in a new modern ballet and the critics described his stunning performance as if he was floating on air.