This story is for persons of the age of eighteen or over.
A young heterosexual male after obtaining a small fortune through fraud, enters a clinic that tests male sexual potions, and through an error finds that he becomes bi-sexual.
Chapter One.
My name is Randolph Oates, though no relation, that I'm aware of, to that famous man that died in 1912 on Scott's ill-fated expedition to the South Pole. If I was, there would surely have been some pictures or letters left behind, but sadly there wasn't. Both mother and father denied any connection, but I still liked to dream that he might have been. Well that was years ago when I was at that impressionable age of eight.
I live; well I should say I did, with my parents in a lovely big house just outside of Kingston, and with us being comfortable, for want of a better word, by having the money to send me to a private school.
I tend to think that I was a bit of a disappointment to them, for I never really excelled in anything during my schooldays. Though to be fair, I was always in the top half of the class, but not what you would call outstanding.
It was mainly in the sporting line that I at least achieved to do reasonably well. In football, I was always on the substitute's bench though I did get to get out on the pitch a few times. In cricket, I at least made the first eleven but always batted about seventh or eighth. My one and only best performance there was to achieve thirty one runs not out against a nondescript school.
I did prefer the swimming, though even then, I never came first but did once manage a second place in my best swim ever in the butterfly. It was this that gave me the shoulder and arm muscles that I now have as well as a sturdy pair of thighs. But academic wise, I was not the brightest firework in the box.
My father, Rufus was his name, was a financial adviser, with mother, Mary, helping him. He'd hoped that I would follow in his footsteps, as did mother, but the path they trod was too much for me. So you can see why they were a trifle disappointed that I didn't show the same kind of brain that they had, but in the end, I finished up with more money than they ever expected to earn in their chosen profession.
There was only one other thing that stood out in my school days, apart from that one cricket match and that happened during that said match. We were fielding at the time and as I was a reasonably good runner and proved that I could catch a ball, I was put out near the boundary. Also the fact that I could throw the ball from that boundary line directly into the wicket keepers hands or bounce it just in front of the bowler.
Well this one particular hit was beyond my powers to stop and it went over the boundary and down the slope on that side of the field. I went after it and found, just down the slope that was out of sight to everybody on the field as well as the spectators, two naked boys performing oral sex on each other.
Now I had seen nearly all the boys naked at one time or another in the showers, but this was the first time to see two of them sucking on each other's cock. They hadn't noticed the ball roll down close to them and only stopped what they were doing when I slithered down the slope next to them.
Their heads came up from the respective cocks they were sucking and went bright red in the face as I came to a stop right beside them.
'Don't mind me,' I said with a shaky laugh as I retrieved the ball, noting that one of the boys was one that slept in the bed next to me in the dormitory. I think I was also red in the face at seeing only what I'd heard whispered about when the lights were out at night. It also explained what he had been doing some nights when I had noticed that his bed was empty.
I was also able to note that both boys still had their foreskins, helmets was the name we used for that piece of skin, whereas I had been circumcised. This had been done while I was a baby and so had no recollection of this event. With my mother being half Jewish was the reason for me being cut I think, as well as being done in the name of hygiene.
This led to another meeting two days later, well night really. The lights in the dormitory had been turned off and I was lying in bed, wearing my pyjamas and had my cock out and was just about to masturbate. Well I had reached the age of puberty being now fifteen years old and in my last year of school. It was now a regular thing with boys of our age to jerk off at night and you could hear many sighs in the darkness as they reached their climax.
As I've said, I was just about to start pulling on my cock when my bed sheet was suddenly pulled aside and a naked body came into my bed next to me.
'Wha?.what the hell?' I stuttered as the body moved close to mine and a hand came onto my chest.
'Shuush Quaker,' he said.
Quaker being my nickname in school, well with the surname of Oates, what else was I going to be called?
'Shuush. It's me, Kat,' he said. Kat being an acronym, for his full name was Kevin Arthur Thomas. 'I wanted to thank you for not peaching to Neck-Less on me and Prod.' Peaching was the word we used for telling tales and Neck-Less was the nickname given to our Housemaster. This was because he stood and walked with his shoulders hunched and his chin down on his chest, giving the appearance of not having a neck. Prod was the name of Peter, the other boy he'd been naked with. He got his nickname for when he spoke to other boys; he had the habit of poking them with his finger, hence the name.
As Kat was speaking, his hand had moved down my chest and was now pushing my hand away from my erection and grasped it in his hand. I gave out a gasp and my body went rigid for this was the first time anybody had ever taken hold of my cock.
'I couldn't come last night for Neck-less was still prowling around,' Kat said as his hand began to move up and down on the shaft of my cock. 'So this is our thank you for not saying about what we were doing out there in the grass, and this would be the best way to say it,' he said as he slid down under the covers and I felt his hot mouth close over the head of my cock. My body gave out a shudder as he did this and couldn't help but give out a groan as I felt his tongue rove over the head and felt his teeth gently grip it as he tongued and sucked on me.
It was an incredible sensation to have this hot mouth move up and down on my erection as the teeth raked the shaft in the process. My mind was all in a whirl at having my cock sucked and almost chewed in this fashion and couldn't stop my cock from reacting as well as my body. My hips began to lift up towards his downward movement and I soon reached my peak and came in his mouth.
I gave out a groan as I did so and felt my body relax as he kept on sucking and I'm sure he swallowed it all for he was then licking all round the head in a cleaning up process, just like a cat. This thought made me giggle being licked like a cat by Kat. Also it was far better than masturbating and catching the coming into a wad of tissues.
'You do taste rather nice,' he said after he slid back up the bed, and surprised me again by giving me a kiss before getting out of bed. That was another first, being kissed by a person of the same sex. I let out a big sigh at the pleasure I'd just been given, but sadly, it was the only one I got while still at school. Even though both of the boys had smiled at me the next morning, I didn't have him get into my bed again.
The last day of school arrived and our year posed for our picture to be taken before we all said goodbye to each other before being taken to the station for our train home.
My parents were delighted to see me, picking me up from our station and taking me home where it was nice to get out of the uniform we'd had to wear. To put on a pair of shorts, T shirt and sandals and get some of mum's home cooking. I know that they were disappointed that I didn't have the brains to go onto a university, but they didn't say anything and just let me do my own thing at home.
That was to just laze about for the first week, getting up when I wanted to and laying out on the garden patio and getting a suntan, wishing we had a swimming pool in the garden. When I say garden, it was more like a field as it must have been at least an acre. Lots of grass that I could see needed mowing, plants that needed some attention, not to mention what appeared to be a wood at the far end. So that would be my task for the summer. Mowing the grass and clearing out the deadwood from the trees as well as seeing to the flowers etc.
I'd been home a month when we had a visitor that changed my life. I had been out in our wood when my name was called out from the patio. I was only wearing a pair of boots and shorts and had bits of leaves and tree bark sticking to my body as I went up towards the house.
Mum was sitting down at the patio table with quite a good looking woman whose eyes raked over my body as I approached. I was now at my full height of five foot ten, quite heavily muscled in both chest and arms and covered in sweat.
'Randolph. I'd like you to meet an old school friend of mine, Sheila Justin-Forbes,' mum said.
'How do you do ma-am,' I said, taking the proffered hand and shaking it. Her grip was quite firm and not limp and she smiled at me.
'Very well thank you,' she replied in a lovely low voice. 'What a fine looking boy you have Mary,' she said, turning to mum. 'Sit down Randolph, you look like you could do with a drink,' she said to me as she pushed her glass across to me as I sat down. I raised the glass towards her and took a hefty gulp at it, finding it was a Pimm's they were drinking. Now having reached sixteen, I was allowed a glass of wine now and again at meal times.
I didn't pick up the significance of Sheila passing me her glass of Pimm's as mum poured out another glass, nor the secret kind of smile that she gave as I drank from her glass.
'I bumped into Shelia in town, not knowing that she lived here in Kingston,' mum said, and rattled on about how they had been schoolmates, all the time she was speaking, Sheila's eyes were moving over my body as she looked at me. It was when our eyes met and the tip of her tongue came out and licked round her lips that I suddenly got a hard on. I'm sure my face went a bit red as her smile seemed to widen.
'Mary,' she said, turning her eyes towards mum. 'Could you do me a favour?'
'Certainly,' she replied.
'Can I borrow Randolph for a few days? Since my husband died, what eighteen months ago, I haven't had the need to come to our house down here and there's an awful lot of things that need to be done to the place. The attic is one. So much stuff that needs sorting out, to keep or dispose of.'
'Of course,' mum replied. 'You'll help out Sheila, won't you Randolph?' she asked, turning to me.
'Ye?yes, of course,' I stammered. 'I'd be delighted,' and got that lovely smile again.
'Tomorrow?' and I nodded. 'Fine. I'll send Trevor to pick you up. Ten o'clock?' I nodded again, not trusting myself to stammer again.
I sat there for another ten minutes listening to them talk of old school chums as I waited for my erection to subside before getting up, saying that I needed a shower and shook Sheila's hand again.
'Till tomorrow then,' she said with that damned smile again and I quickly turned away for I was starting to get hard again.