What a blow he had just told me! I couldn't stop the tears from welling out of my eyes at this bald statement and running down my cheeks. Six years of having Brian living with me and now he was gone. Just like that! Just like Bruno. Here one minute and gone the next. Christ! I was a Jonah was my first thought. If it wasn't for me, Mavis, Morris and Pat wouldn't have died. I couldn't have prevented my father from dying whilst I was in the army, nor of Nella while I was in prison. Then I lost my Bruno, that big hulk of a man that was really more of a child than a fully grown man when it came down to it. But he had been another person that I had loved that had died on me and now, now, I had lost another that had loved me, was I cursed?
`I've come to take you to the hospital to confirm the identity of the man,' the sergeant said, his voice sounding as if it was coming from far away and not that one yard from where he stood before me. His words brought me back to myself, choking a little on the fluid that had somehow seeped through into my throat.
`Of course,' I said, not really wanting to go to see that loved one that was no longer with us. But I got in the car and managed to compose myself on the journey to town and the hospital there and in to where they had Brian. Laid out on a gurney covered with a white sheet that was drawn down from his head for me to see that they hadn't lied to me.
I could only nod my head as my throat closed up at seeing his face for the last time before it was covered again with the sheet. Remembering seeing it as he got into the Land Rover to go to the village and as we came to where the accident had occurred, I closed my eyes, but not before seeing the twisted wreck of that vehicle being loaded onto a trailer as we passed it on our way to the hospital.
`Yes, his name was Brian Schaffer. That's all I can say about him,' not being able to answer their questions as to any relatives or where he was born etc. It was only then did I realise at how little I knew of my late lover. The one that I had turned from being a heterosexual being into a homosexual for my own gratification that I now admitted to myself. But it wasn't just the turning for myself, for he had come to love me and male sex as much as I did and so I might have given him much more than he might have had if he had not been sent into that prison and into my cell.
This made a mockery of the saying that crime doesn't pay. In one way it did for me but with the other side of the coin, it didn't. It had given me money and lovers, but I was to lose those lovers and retain the money and if I could have turned the clock back, would rather have kept the lovers than the money.
It was a silent trip back to my home and when there, I thanked the sergeant and the constable for what they had done and told the sergeant to thank those medics and others for the way they had looked after Brian. I think by my attitude that the sergeant knew that Brian had been my lover but concealed his own thoughts on this subject when I thanked him, for which I was grateful.
Six years of love had been wiped from my life in a flash and I went up to my bedroom and cried myself to sleep. It was a sleep that was tortured by dreams of my two lost loves, them getting mixed up with first having Bruno there to suddenly turn into Brian, smiling as we made love, for it to be suddenly turned into seeing both being resurrected from the grave that Brian hadn't even yet been interred in.
It was a ghastly dream that didn't have one iota of the sex that we'd had between us and I woke up crying out both names that would forever haunt me for being taken away in such a cruel way.
But I was alive and now had to see that things would be done right by Brian. I put all the problems in regard to seeing to the funeral in the hands of my solicitor and was somewhat dismayed and yet pleased that I saw that Brian was to be buried next to Bruno. It was somewhat macabre that they be laid to rest next to each other, but it led me to instruct those in charge of the graveyard, that the vacant plot next to them be reserved for myself. It meant paying in advance which I was more than satisfied to do so, to later being put down with the two men that I had really come to love and wished to be laid to rest with them.
It was with a déjà vu feeling that there were only three of us again at the burial of Brian and I couldn't help crying as Brian's coffin was lowered down into his last resting place and throwing the first handful of dirt onto the coffin, and was glad when it was all over, thanking my solicitor and the vicar before making my lonely way home to feel even more alone on entering the empty house.
With my haunting dreams, it was a difficult time, but, I got through it losing quite a lot of weight but I was still alive and had to work hard in the garden to keep myself occupied to be able to sleep at nights.
Such was my loneliness, that I began to go into the village more often than I had in the past, just to mix with other people, whether in a café, restaurant or pub, just to have somebody to talk to. It seemed that I didn't want to become a hermit and so began to cultivate my attentions on one Sylvia Grayson who ran the most popular café in the village. She ran the place on her own since she had lost her husband a year or two earlier. She was, I reckoned of being in her early forties and she was an excellent cook.
I didn't realise at the beginning that I was actually in the process of courting her. It only got through to my brain when I invited her out to have dinner with me one evening and with her acceptance, began to invite her out more often for we seemed to be able to talk to each other without the will he or she thoughts, go to bed together one night.
Though we did eventually, after her seeing how I acted the part of a gentleman when I got her to have dinner at my home on several meetings. I think it was my manners and not hitting on her on the times we were alone in my house that endeared her to me. I know that I, in spite of my age, was still good looking and putting my past behind me, I was still a man with money, a big house and available and with her being a woman, once married, still knew what sex was all about.
Well cutting a long story short, after we'd been to bed together a couple of times, which I think we both enjoyed, bearing in mind, it was over twenty years since I'd last been to bed with a member of the opposite sex, that she accepted my proposal of marriage.
So six months later, we got married and she gave up running the café and it was put up for sale. I was surprised at the number of people who attended the nuptials, though I think it was a perverse move on their parts to see who they believed to be a homosexual actually getting married to a member of the opposite sex. In spite of my thoughts on that many people turning up, it all went off very well. We had the marriage feast in the village hall and after quite a long time there, I finally got Sylvia to say her thanks and goodbyes before I could get us out and into the Bentley to take her to her new home as my wife.
She was quite well built, but I managed to carry her across the threshold where we went straight to bed to consummate the wedding. It was nice to be in a bed with someone to be able to have sex with, but I still had that pang when I put my hand over the warm thigh against mine at not finding an erect cock that I could hold, suck and have inserted into me. As much as I loved being on top of Sylvia and having my erect cock engulfed in the heat of another body as we fucked, I still missed the tightness of a backside compressing my throbbing cock.
I strived in my fucking of her with the thought that I might get her pregnant to produce an heir for what I had here to be left when it came my time to depart the world and be laid done with my two male lovers.
God was on my side, for five months after being married, Sylvia told me with a beaming smile on her face that she was pregnant. I was over the moon and stars at this news and couldn't do enough to please her in every way. She had turned out be not only a good cook, but a wonder in managing the house in all that it entailed. That gave me more time to see that the grounds were kept up to scratch though I then employed a young man to help me in this. He helped me in more ways than I thought when I employed him.
Sylvia was into her six months of labour when I'd hired Colin Johnson to help in seeing to the grounds. Now he, as well as all of the village knew that I had spent time in prison but was a reformed man since then. What I didn't know was that he too had had sexual relations with men the same as I had. For some reason I had missed the indefinite nuances that he'd made towards me. The touch of the hand, the taking of my hand to pass over whatever I had asked to be passed to me when gardening. His looking at me in the fashion of a man wanting to be somewhat closer than being a foot apart. I missed all these, what I can only subscribe to be invitations for a closer relationship.
It wasn't until we were in the big shed that it became apparent. I cannot remember the exact circumstances of us being in there together, but he had gone and bent over a pile of wood, looking for something he had dropped and I had moved over and subconsciously leaned over his back to try and see what he was looking for.
`If I was still in prison and we were in this position, you'd have your trousers down and I'd be stuck up inside you,' I said, jokingly, and that was how it was meant to be as my front was then pressed right up against his rear. He then astounded me with his reply.
`If we were in prison, yes, they would be down and I would welcome you being inside me,' he said, not moving from where he was.
`You mean you would like me to fuck you?' I asked, almost incredulous at his reply, getting an instant hard on which he couldn't help but feel.
`Yes please John,' he said. Now this was the first time since starting work with me that he had ever used my first name. It had always been Mr. this or Mr. that, never ever having used my christian name before.
Here then was the answer to my prayer of once again being offered the chance to fuck the tight backside of another man and nearly choked on the words that I spoke.
`Get those trousers down then,' I said, my voice thick with emotion as I moved back for him to release the belt and push his trousers down and bend over the logs again, now showing me the pale cheeks of a male's bum and what an inviting sight that was. I couldn't get my erect cock out of my trousers quick enough and had, after nearly a year, pushed my erection up into another man's backside.
Oh what joy! Oh what heaven I was back in at having my cock surrounded by the tightness and body heat of another man. I couldn't help but drool as I fucked a man's backside once again, deriving an immense pleasure at once again having my cock squeezed in this fashion.
Such was the pleasure that I came too soon, it having been so long in being able to fuck a hole such as this. He cried out as he felt my seed hit his insides and used his muscle all the time in trying to squeeze me as much as possible and gave out little cries of joy at every twitch that I gave my cock up inside him.
Both of us were panting hard when I'd finished coming, leaning over his back, squashing his naked front to the logs he was lying up against. It was a muted cry he gave as he felt me pulling out of him and I had to move away to find the water bucket to which I had to kneel down to so that I could wash my still steaming cock.
He was still lying across the logs when I'd finished, his bum cheeks still looking so inviting. I helped him stand up, turning him round and saw that he now sported a nicely looking cock in an erect mode, covered in pieces of tree bark. These I brushed off with my hand, making it bounce up and down in a nice inviting way and I looked to his face and saw him smiling so I smiled back and went down onto my knees and took the head of his cock into my mouth.
I was in heaven again having just fucked a nice young man's tight backside and it was joy to once again be able to suck on a rampant cock. Feeling him tremble added to the thrill of working my tongue round the hard flesh and have it throbbing in my mouth was sheer joy at having sex again with another male.
It didn't take long of my sucking and chewing of him for his hands to come up to the sides of my head and hold me tight as he started to come. It was in short sharp bursts of nectar than came out of the eye of his penis, filling my mouth till he came to a stop for me to move it around before swallowing it. I licked the head clean after releasing it before I stood up and moved so that he could pull up his trousers as I put my now wilted member away.
`That was lovely Colin. We must do it again soon,' I said.
Yes,' he agreed. I would like that John. Could....could I kiss you in way of thanks for the pleasure you've just given me in both ways?' he asked shyly and his face lit up in a smile when I said yes.
He came into my arms and gave me a rather passionate kiss which told me this was not the first time that he'd kissed another man. I found out later that he began on this road of male sex when he was fourteen at school. It was one of the teacher's who had taken him into this twilight world and for six years was his lover, carrying on having sex with him even after he had left the school. They only broke up when the teacher moved away feeling that his job could be in danger by having this relationship with one of his ex pupils.
It was on hearing this that I then remembered that it was Colin who had asked if he could do some work for me and not me asking for a worker in the grounds. He must have guessed by my having Bruno live here as well as Brian that I was not averse to having male sex. As I've already said, I'd not noticed his small efforts of letting him know of his sexual orientation but it was of no consequence now for I had found another male lover though I was not going to fall in love with him as I had with my other past two. That, to my mind, would be signing his death warrant, besides, I was now married and would not be able to sleep with him. Though I did have some nights with him, but that was later.
Ever since he had started working for me, he had eaten lunch with Sylvia and myself in the kitchen during his working days and now, finding out that he wanted male sex as much as I did, in spite of me being married, I wanted more.
That was because with Sylvia getting ever closer to her time, the sex we had together was getting less and so I now turned towards Colin during the day to relieve myself. His working week was Monday to Friday and after us having had sex in the woodshed, where I'd had the pleasure of fucking him again, also let him fuck me which I enjoyed with great relish for he was quite good in his way of having me.
I now suggested that he came over on some Saturdays for some shooting when the season started in respect of the pheasants and grouse, but before that to catch rabbits for the pot. Though I had asked this of him one day at lunch, he knew straight away that it was also an offer for more sex over a weekend, so he readily agreed.
It started off with it being a Saturday one week and Sunday the following one, but it soon became both days as Sylvia got ever closer to her time for birthing when sex stopped between us. Here, Colin and I would go off into the wood at the far end of the property and we would divest ourselves of our clothes and have sex in all ways there in a small clearing. We even had it out in the open sometimes in the lush grass that was tall enough to conceal us fucking each other.
Then Sylvia began to get the pains and her waters burst. This was on a Friday morning and I knew that I had time to get her to the hospital rather than have an ambulance called out. It was while I was telephoning the hospital to tell them that I was bring my wife in to the maternity section, that I then realised that I would be alone in the house. So after getting Sylvia into the Bentley with her small already packed case, I spoke to Colin.
I had pulled him aside out of sight of the car and held him in my arms and kissed him. `Would you like to spend the night in bed with me?' I asked him.
`Oh John, yes please,' he said with his eyes shining.
`Well phone your parents and say....say that you are staying over here because some of the pheasants are about to hatch some eggs and you want to keep an eye on them.'
Thank you John,' he smiled. When you're about to leave the hospital, give me a ring here and I'll have a meal ready for you.'
With that, I returned to the car and drove Sylvia to the hospital where she was taken in to wherever it was that they had pregnant women about to have their child. The pains were closer now and so it wouldn't be long and I was left alone in a waiting room, pacing up and down, praying that it would be a boy to carry on my name.
For two long hours I walked about in that room, praying that things were going alright with both Sylvia and our child that she was bringing into the world. A nurse finally came in to tell me that both were fine and that it wasn't a difficult birth and I was almost hopping about before she got round to saying that she'd had a lovely baby boy, weighing just under nine pounds.
I nearly grabbed and kissed her but manage to restrain myself and asked when could I see them both. A little longer she had replied, when both were cleaned up and in the recovery room. So I walked about in there for another half an hour, running many boy's names through my mind though I would let Sylvia have the final choice of name for our son. Our son! How well that sounded and I hoped that he would grow up fit and healthy.
I was soon escorted into the recovery room where I saw to my dismay at how tired and pale Sylvia looked but kept that expression off my face as I went and gave her a big kiss on her wan smile.
You wanted a son and now we have one,' she smiled. Here,' and she pulled the cloth back that was covering the little bundle in her arms and showed me the wrinkled prune of a face that was our son.
`He's lovely. I hope he grows up to be as beautiful as you,' I said.
`It's a boy! I want him to look like you, not me,' she answered with that smile again at which point the nurse came back into the room.
`That's all for now Mr. Singleton. Your wife is tired and she must rest. You can come back tomorrow,' so with one last look at my son, I kissed the tired looking Sylvia and promised to be back the following day. With that, I left the room and went down to the hospital's entrance and used the pay phone there to ring my home and had Colin pick up the phone.
`Well she's had a boy,' I said.
Congratulations,' he replied. Are you on your way back now? If you are, I'll starting making a meal.'
`I'm leaving now so should be home in about half an hour,' I said and put the phone down and went out to the car and drove off.
Colin had a big smile on his face when he saw me enter the kitchen and let me take him into my arms for us to kiss.
I've just put a pot roast in the oven,' he said and carried on with a shy smile. It'll take about an hour. Could...could....'
`Yes,' I said smiling myself, knowing for what he was asking, and so we went upstairs and into my bedroom. Here, we quickly undressed and with us both having an erection, got onto the bed.
How lovely this is to actually be in a bed with you instead of on grass or sacks,' he gushed as he stroked my erect cock. Will you fuck me with this?' he asked, holding my cock in a firm grip.
Of course Colin,' I laughed. That's why we are here and then,' I took hold of his erection, `you can fuck me with yours.' We both laughed and kissed before breaking apart for him to get up onto his knees and let me get between his open legs. The pale cheeks of his bum never looked better and I soon parted them and pushed myself up into him, making him give out a gasp and a groan at first the widening of his orifice and then having the whole thing slide in and fill him.
`This is as wonderful as you are,' he crooned as I moved myself inside him. Christ! The lad was in love with me I thought with his words, but loving what I was doing, I was holding myself back from saying that I loved him too in what I was doing and what I would get from him. I was in love with him as I was with Sylvia and had the horrible thought of how I had loved both Mavis and Morris. I pushed those ghosts away and enjoyed the smooth ride I was having up inside Colin. It wasn't long before I was holding him in a firm grip as I pulled his rear end up tight to my thighs as I began to jerk and come inside him. He gave out grunts as he felt each surge of sperm coat his inside and squeezed me as much as he could as I was coming. I was panting hard when I came to a stop, leaning against his rear end and now wanted him inside me in the same way.
He gave out a cry as I pulled out and he fell forward as I got off the bed and went and washed myself because of not wearing a condom. Washed and clean, I returned into the bedroom to see him lying on his back with a big smile on his face and his hand holding his cock in an upright position as I got onto the bed. I went straight down on him and gave the head of his cock a good suck as I pushed the foreskin down. I only had him in my mouth for a few seconds, just to give the head a coating of saliva before releasing him and moving to get onto my knees, presenting him with the view of my backside.
He stroked the cheeks of my bum before putting himself inside me, occupying that vacant lot that only an erect and hard cock can fill. It was a pleasure to once again have him where he was and love having my canal massaged this way. Too soon, my mind cried out as held me tight and began jerking away, letting me feel each spurt as he came inside me, and gave out a groan when he pulled out. I turned to watch him walk to the bathroom to wash himself, seeing those lovely cheeks of his move up and down in a tight fashion as he walked.
Dinner will almost be ready,' he said as he walked back into the room, so I got off the bed and was just about to pick up my clothes when he spoke again. Can...can we stayed like this till we come back to bed?' he asked. Shades of Brian! Wanting to be in the house naked. I dropped my clothes back on the chair and gave him a smile and so we went downstairs where he began doing some vegetables to go with the pot roast. I opened a bottle of wine and this we drank as we ate that wonderful meal that he'd cooked.
With us both being naked, it wasn't long at seeing each other like this that we soon had erections and after we had washed up the things we had used, I introduced him to the hard backed chair for the sexual position we would be in in the having of each other.
He was delighted to get astride of my legs as I sat there, holding my cock upright for him to slowly let himself down, feeling it fill him till he was sitting on my thighs with my cock throbbing away inside him. He loved having it this way for he could then kiss me and heavens above, said that he loved me as he moved himself up and down, crooning as he really fucked himself on my upstanding bar of hard flesh.
Then it was my turn and though I liked having it both ways, he said that the receiving of my cock in this form of sexual intercourse, he much preferred sitting on top and being the recipient. After washing ourselves in the kitchen, we went back up to bed and there we not only had sex again but slept together in the first of eight nights that Sylvia was in hospital. It was lovely to wake up again in the morning to put my hand over the warm thigh and find an erect cock once again that was begging to be seen to in either the mouth or backside when it was at its hardest.
When the cats away the mice will play is the right way to describe us as we fucked each other silly in between me dragging myself off every day to the hospital to see Sylvia and our new born son. It's a good thing that nature would not let a man get pregnant, for I think that the men of the world would more than treble the population and really cause havoc with overcrowding the planet.
It would be either chocolates or grapes that I would take with me to the hospital as well as flowers to decorate Sylvia's bedside in the ward where she was put. Though she did share all that I took in with some of the other women there too.
She was radiant at having produced a lovely baby and couldn't quite decide what name we should give to him and it took several visits before we settled on using my father's name of Phillip, and that was what was put on the birth certificate and later pronounced the day he was baptised.
Even though Colin and I had made pigs of ourselves in our sexual couplings, it was nice to get Sylvia and the baby home, and so our getting and having each other was back to being somewhere out in the fields or woods that we could be alone together again. No more night time frolics in a bed which though missed, was a fact that we had to accept.
Time passed with me having sex with Sylvia in bed of a night and having Colin both ways during the day. How I kept this up I don't know considering that I wasn't getting any younger. It was a case of making hay while the sun shined.
It was two years later when Silvia fell pregnant again but in considering our ages, decided that we would make this the last, and us both now wanting the expectant baby to be a girl. Colin said he was happy for Sylvia when he was told but I knew that he was happy for himself for when it came round to her time, he would be able to spend those few nights in bed with me.
After the birth of Phillip, I had raided my stash of money from my robberies and took a hundred thousand pounds out and took it to my solicitor and instructed him to set up a trust fund for the boy and that from the age of eighteen, could receive an allowance from the accrued year's interest and only get the remainder at the age of twenty one. The solicitor, knowing why I had been sent to prison had probably guessed where this money had come from but didn't make any references to it and I think, marvelled again when I took another same amount of money to be set up for this coming child but to hold back in the setting of the trust fund until the baby had been born and named.
This was also the time that I made out a will giving all I had to Sylvia with quite a handsome bequest to Colin. I also gave a sealed letter to him that was to be given to Sylvia if I died before her and if it was the reverse and she went before me, it was to be given to the two children for both of them to read together. The contents gave the hiding place of where the rest of my money was that the bank or taxman didn't know of.
The nine months of pregnancy seemed to drag for Sylvia but flew by for me until she came to term and it was off to hospital again, delighting Colin at then having me to sleep with during this time.
It was a longer labour in taking three hours of me waiting, but was delighted when told both were well and I now had a daughter. Silvia was delighted too and was quite proud of what we had produced between us. Colin was pleased both for Sylvia and myself but also pleased that he was once again able to sleep in bed with me at night, having sex whenever one of us had the urge or need for relief.
Again it was an idyllic eight days and nights in playing with each other in the sucking of each other in the sixty nine position, not forgetting having sex while sitting on a hardback chair. On his request, I even went and bought another one that was put into the woodshed for us to use later when we could no longer have each other this way in the kitchen.
The eight days passed too quickly for both Colin and myself when the time came for Sylvia to return home with our new baby that we had agreed on with Phillip being named after my father, our daughter would be given the name of Sylvia's mother and so was named Mary. This name now being given to my solicitor for the other trust fund to be set up. What with having a locked in interest rate, it worked out that they would both then have over a million pounds each when they reached the age of twenty one.
I was now a very happy man and secure in knowing that their future and that of Sylvia would not be left wanting. It seemed ironic to me later, when I was lying out in the grass that summer after just having had sex with Colin, that here I was, a confirmed homosexual and yet was the father of two healthy children.
Who said that you can't have your cake and eat it?
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