Protect Me

Protect Me By Adam Stewart

Erik was born in Copenhagen and started learning ballet at the age of five. Her husband disapproved, telling her that the boy wasn't a ponce and in no way was he having him mix with them. Erik loved dancing and took every opportunity to do so. His mother recognised that her beautiful son was a natural dancer and would do well. It didn't bother her that Erik might be gay. She knew her brother-in-law was gay, and he was the most caring person she'd known, so had no problem with Erik mixing with gays or being one. Unfortunately for her husband, she had the stronger personality.

"I think it's time you walked out of my life and Erik's. There's no room for a homophobe in this house, so pack your bags and fuck off" she told her husband when Erik was ten.

He was flabbergasted. He'd never imagined she'd throw him out. He knew their marriage wasn't perfect but had thought she loved him. What he didn't know was that Erik wasn't his son. She'd used him to raise her child, knowing that her parents would never have allowed her to keep him had they known she was pregnant by another man. They were deeply religious, and she wasn't, so manipulated them and her husband into thinking Erik was his. The real father was a dancer, but he was already married.

With the husband she'd never loved out of her life, she encouraged Erik to follow his dream. He trained at The Royal Danish Ballet School and by the age of fifteen was a professional dancer and in demand. He then became a dancer with the Danish Dance Theatre but at the age of nineteen decided he wanted to be in control of his own career and not be controlled by others. He'd come out to his mother when he was fifteen, but she'd accepted his sexuality. Having worked in a ballet company as an administrator before she married, she knew that many ballet dancers were gay. She also knew she had a limited time to live because she'd been diagnosed with a virulent cancer and the treatment was worse than the illness. She therefore encouraged her son to move to London and be a freelance ballet dancer. She not only knew he'd do well there but she didn't want Erik to see his mother's decline.

Within three months, Erik had made sufficient contacts and promises of work to move to London. He'd also found suitable lodgings in Covent Garden. He just hoped he'd made the right decision. A new country and a new life without the protection of his mother. He loved her, of course, but she was controlling at times and had been surprised when she encouraged him to give up the Danish Dance Theatre and move to London.

Erik's contacts were true to their word and he was soon being invited to dance leading roles. These led to others and before long his diary was full for months ahead. He was also making good money so found more suitable accommodation. He was feeling particularly happy one night as he made his way home after finishing his performance.

"Here comes a fucking queer" a voice ahead of him shouted. "Let's have some fun with him."

Erik looked into the gloom and saw three young men, all of whom were what his mother would describe as louts ready to make trouble and give him grief. It wasn't the first time he'd been targeted, and he knew he had certain traits that made it obvious he was gay. His gait and mannerisms were frequently described as effeminate, which was one of the many reasons, he was a brilliant ballet dancer. However, one advantage of being a dancer was that he was quick on his feet. As the louts approached, he turned and sped away. They ran after him, so he ducked and dived through passageways assuming they'd eventually give up. As he turned a corner, he ran into a guy's arms.

"Ah, sorry" Erik exclaimed as his eyes met a pair of beautiful brown eyes. The three louts caught up and came to a sudden stop.

"Oh look, the poof's got a friend" one of them laughed.

"What's going on" Kyle asked.

"They're louts who enjoy roughing up gays. This is the third time they've tried to catch me, but I'm too fast for them."

"We'll catch the poof eventually" the leader laughed.

"Not if you know what's good for you" Kyle replied. The guy laughed and asked who was going to stop them. "I will" Kyle replied and walked towards the leader.

"You won't stand a chance against us mate the guy laughed and produced a knife. Erik stepped back as the blade flashed in the moonlight. Within a flash, Kyle grabbed the guy and had one arm behind his back and the hand holding the knife to the attacker's throat. He squeezed the wrist holding the knife and the guy dropped it to the ground. Kyle deftly kicked it into the nearest drain where it disappeared. The other two guys attacked him, and he smashed their three heads together. They all dropped to the ground. He kicked two empty beer cans beside them to look as if they'd been drinking. He'd already smelt alcohol on their breath.

"Let's get out of here. When they wake up, they'll have forgotten what happened" Kyle told Erik who was standing totally in awe of his saviour.

"Wow, how did you do that?"

Kyle chuckled. "When your body colour is like mine, you need to be able to defend yourself. My uncle taught me self-defence plus several other things. Where do you live?"

Erik said he lived five minutes away, so they hastily made their way. As they walked, Kyle explained that he'd been born in Trinidad.

"When my father realised that I was gay, he wasn't pleased and made life hell. If you're found guilty of buggery in Trinidad, you can be sentenced to twenty-five years in prison."

Kyle had an uncle who was estranged from his brother. When he heard about his nephew's situation, he helped him run away from home by hiding on boats and trains to get to New York. With his uncle's help, he then got a job as a porter on a liner to Southampton and made his way to London by hitching lifts. As he relayed this part, his mind flashed back to the many sexual experiences he'd had with guys who were happy to fuck a black guy to give him a lift or be fucked by a guy with a big black cock.

"Once in London, I found somewhere to live and commenced making money by playing the stock market. My uncle had told me how to do it and make money. By the age of seventeen, I'd made sufficient money to move to better lodgings." He left out the bit about the illegal techniques his uncle had taught him which produced even larger returns. His uncle had also told him, "Never flash your money around. White people don't like seeing rich black guys, so keep your wealth hidden." Kyle had set up offshore accounts to keep a large proportion of the money he'd made. Now twenty-years-old, he lived a comfortable life. Provided he had his laptop and access to the internet, he was home and dry.

When they reached Erik's apartment, he invited Kyle in for a drink. Kyle said there was no need, but he insisted. He'd felt an immediate attraction to the gorgeous black guy and Kyle had the same feelings for the beautiful Danish dancer.

"You're a dancer, aren't you" Kyle commented as they made their way in the lift to the fifth floor where Erik's apartment was situated.

"Yes, but how did you know?"

"By the way you walk and hold your body. It's beautiful. Besides, I've seen you dance."

Erik gasped and looked at him. "You like ballet?"

"Yeah, always have which was another reason why my father beat me. He thought ballet was only for poofs so when he found out I was one, that was the end."

He then advised Erik to keep away from alleyways when going home at night and keep to the main highways. Erik agreed and said this wasn't the first time he'd been the target of homophobic louts and wondered if he should hire a bodyguard.

"You'd make a good bodyguard. Would you be willing to protect me? I'd pay you."

Kyle smiled. Keeping this beautiful guy safe would be a doddle for him and he could continue with his stock trading whilst Erik was dancing.

"You could move in here with me. I have a spare room" Erik added.

Kyle pondered the offer whilst he sipped his drink. He'd been thinking of moving out of his current lodgings to a better area and Erik's apartment certainly met that criteria.

"Do you have a boyfriend?" he asked Erik.

Erik said he hadn't. "Only casual guys if they're interested" he grinned. "What about you?"

Kyle shook his head. So far, he'd not found anyone special enough but the thought of living with Erik appealed to him.

"Would you like to think about the offer overnight?"

Kyle raised his eyebrows. "Are you inviting me to stay the night?"

"If you're willing, yes. You've not only come to my rescue tonight, but you've turned me on" Erik grinned.

"Okay. I'll stay the night and give you my decision about the bodyguard role tomorrow. Let's go to bed."

That was all Erik wanted to hear so took Kyle's hand and led him to the bedroom. They undressed one another and once naked admired each other's naked body.

"You're gorgeous" Erik swooned as he looked at the tall black muscular body and the burgeoning cock. Kyle admired the beautiful Danish guy whose body was perfect in every way. He was so glad he'd intervened earlier and stopped the three white homophobic louts from attacking this perfect specimen. He'd already made up his mind about being his bodyguard but said nothing.

They kissed as cocks grew hard and then collapsed onto the bed. Erik preferred being fucked so immediately offered himself. He moved onto his back and lifted his legs to expose his entrance. Kyle immediately buried his face into it and licked the puckered hole. Erik loved the big tongue probing his arse and groaned with pleasure. Kyle then took Erik's cock into his mouth and began to suck. It wasn't big so the whole hard length fitted inside. Erik again gasped. He loved guys doing this. Kyle's gentle sucking and licking reminded him of the first guy he'd had sex with at school. Sadly, their relationship fell apart when his friend was pressured by his parents not to accept, he was gay. His friend was locked into a marriage that he hated and had committed suicide.

He was aching for Kyle to fuck him even though he enjoyed the foreplay. Normally he was careful with guys and insisted on protection. But something told him that Kyle was not a casual night of sex, so when he asked if he could fuck him bareback because he preferred that he agreed. He was glad that he did because the sensation of the raw black cock slowly penetrating him and then fucking his tight arse, was something he'd never experienced before. It felt wonderful and he knew he wanted more. As with his other lovemaking, Kyle was gentle despite his muscular body. His black cock gently pumped to provide Erik with as much pleasure as possible. It was almost fifteen minutes later when he pulled out and shot copious ribbons of creamy cum over Erik's stomach.

"Oh my, that was beautiful" he cried as Kyle massaged his cock to eject every drop of cum. "Thank you."

Kyle kissed him and thanked him too before gently wiping Erik clean with a tissue. They settled down and cuddled each other. Erik knew he'd found the man he'd been looking for to share his life. The question was, would Kyle feel the same way?"

For a moment, Kyle wondered where he was when he woke the following morning but then he saw a beautiful Erik asleep beside him. He'd obviously felt hot during the night and had discarded the bedclothes, so his naked body was on full show. He gently moved down the bed and took the morning erection into his mouth. Whilst he slowly sucked, Erik woke up and uttered a sound of delight.

"Mm, that's wonderful. I want that every morning."

Kyle smiled as he continued sucking until Erik's whole body shook with sexual pleasure as the cock erupted and he tasted his beautiful cum inside his mouth. They kissed and Erik felt the big black cock between his legs.

"Fuck me" Eric whispered and turned onto his stomach. Kyle prepared his erection and gently slipped it into the waiting arse. More sounds of sexual pleasure emanated from Erik as he gently fucked. Several minutes later, his morning load erupted but this time it did so inside the beautiful arse.

Over breakfast, Erik again asked if Kyle would be his bodyguard and live with him. Kyle agreed and arranged to move in at the weekend which was three days away. That would give him time to pack up and speak to a letting agent about finding a tenant for his one bed flat.

With Erik safely delivered to the dance theatre where he had rehearsals for his next show, Kyle went home to prepare for his move. As he did so he questioned himself on whether he was doing the right thing by moving in with Erik but there was something about the guy that turned him on. It wasn't love, but he felt a need to protect him; and he was a good fuck!

After a productive day, he walked back to the theatre to take Erik home. He told the doorman who he was and that he was Erik's bodyguard.

"A wise move on his part" the doorman replied. "Some of these guys are really vulnerable, if you know what I mean."

Kyle nodded and said nothing as he walked inside to find Erik. They met by the changing rooms as agreed and Erik was tempted to give him a kiss but decided to maintain Kyle's position as his bodyguard. As they made their exit, the doorman nodded at Kyle.

"Will you stay for a meal?" Erik asked as they walked home. Not able to resist him, Kyle said he would, but he needed to go home afterwards.

He left later than planned and as he made his way home, he decided to go via the area where he'd rescued Erik. Quite why he made this decision he had no idea but as it happened, it was a good one.

"Leave me alone" a voice was screaming as he entered a small secluded area. Kyle moved hastily forward without giving away his presence. He immediately recognised the attackers. They were two of the three from whom he'd rescued Erik. Moving stealthily up to them in the darkness, he saw a young guy having his clothes ripped off and the two attackers laughing.

"Let's show this poof what a real man is like" one of the attackers laughed as he ripped the young man's shirt. Kyle moved silently up behind them and grabbed hold of the attackers. They both gulped and felt their heads being smashed together. The pair then dropped to the ground.

"Are you okay?" Kyle asked, taking the young man into his arms.

"Thank you, thank you so much. I was dreading what they were going to do to me."

Satisfied that the lad was okay, he looked at the attackers slumped on the ground. "It's time we taught these bastards a lesson. It's not the first time they've attacked young guys like you. I'm Kyle and here to protect you."

"Thank you. I'm Jamal."

Kyle slipped on the pair of latex gloves he always had with him and ripped off the T-shirts from each attacker. He then removed their mobile phones, unfastened their jeans and removed them with their underwear and sneakers. Jamal looked on intrigued and couldn't work out what Kyle was doing.

"We need to show these guys what it's like to be humiliated" Kyle grinned as he fitted makeshift cock rings to each of the naked guys. He then sat one against a fence and the other on his side with his face in the other's crotch appearing to be sucking cock. He then used each of their phones and took compromising photos of them. Having guessed they'd each be on Facebook he uploaded the photos to their accounts with a note that said, "Us gays having fun". The phones were returned to the pocket of their owner and the jeans tossed to one side.

"Come, let's get you home" Kyle said. "Let social media do the rest."

Jamal was grinning like a Cheshire cat. He loved his saviour. As they made their way, Jamal said he feared going home because the attackers knew where he lived. They'd followed him the previous day as they taunted him.

"We'll call in to pick up a change of shirt for you and I'll take you back to my place. I'll find alternative lodgings for you tomorrow. Jamal thanked him and agreed, still amazed that someone would protect him like this.

The house in which Jamal lived was in a back street and had been divided into separate rooms. Jamal's was tiny and Kyle was shocked. "How long would it take you to pack your things?"

Jamal said he didn't have much, so not long. Kyle told him to pack and he'd help. The room wasn't fit for occupation. As they packed, Kyle noticed his effeminate movements and then realised where he'd seen him. "You're a ballet dancer, aren't you."

Jamal said he was and had seen him at the dance theatre with Erik. With everything packed, they made their way to Kyle's flat. Jamal was still excited over being saved by Erik's bodyguard. He worshipped the Danish dancer and wanted to emulate him in due course. He'd also picked up that his protector was gay.

Kyle made Jamal a toasted cheese sandwich and whilst he ate it, he called Erik to tell him how he'd saved Jamal from two of the attackers who'd attacked him.

"We should report them to the police" Erik replied. Kyle said he'd done better than that. Erik laughed his head off when heard. "I hope they get a lot of grief." Kyle was certain they would once the pictures had been shared on social media for all to see with full identification of who the naked guys were having gay sex. He then explained the main reason for his call. Having told him, he immediately agreed. He liked Jamal and was happy to help him. "He can use the spare room. You realise he's gay."

When Jamal heard Erik's offer, he threw his arms around Kyle and kissed him. Kyle cuddled the eighteen-year-old Indian, enjoying his sexy body against his. As they sat together, Jamal explained how he'd come to London. He'd been born in Bradford to devout Muslim Indians. When his father realised, he had raised a gay son, he sent him for conversion therapy. Most was mental therapy, but some was physical. It led Jamal to suicidal thoughts, but he had a good friend who saved him, otherwise he'd have been dead. At the age of sixteen he told his father that he hated him and left home. He made his way to London where he joined a ballet group. He'd always been good at dance and had dreamt of being a ballet dancer. The person who interviewed him recognised his talent and said he had a long way to go but with hard work he could achieve his goal.

Kyle was moved by the story and hugged him. "I'm sure you will." He suggested they go to bed and explained they'd be sharing because there was only one. Jamal grinned and looked forward to that.

Without hesitation, Jamal stripped naked and waited for Kyle to do the same. When he saw Kyle's gorgeous body, he gasped. He so wanted to feel that big black cock inside him. They climbed into bed and Jamal immediately put an arm around his protector. Kyle couldn't resist the cute lad so within seconds they were having sex. Jamal had always been a bottom, so automatically offered himself. Kyle accepted the invitation and within minutes had his stiff cock inside the other guy.

"Yeah, fuck me, fuck me hard" Jamal cried out as the big cock thrust back and forth. He'd fallen for this guy who'd saved him from being beaten up by homophobes. Kyle continued pumping until he felt his climax about to explode. He pulled out and shot his load over Jamal's chest. As each ribbon of cum shot out, he dipped his fingers into it and sucked them. It tasted sweet and he knew he wanted more.

After breakfast, Kyle drove Jamal to Erik's apartment with his belongings. Erik told him to leave them in the spare room which would be his. Kyle then drove them to the theatre for their rehearsal saying he'd collect them later. He returned home and did some work, making more money in the process, before completing his packing up. On his way to collect Erik and Jamal, he visited the letting agent he knew. He agreed to find him a tenant and hoped to find one quickly.

He'd collected his two guys and just got them to Erik's apartment when the letting agent phoned.

"I've found you a tenant. He'd like to move in tomorrow. His wife has thrown him out" the agent chuckled. "Can he visit this evening to view. I've done the usual checks and he's okay."

Kyle agreed and rushed home to make the flat look presentable. He also agreed with Erik that if the potential tenant liked the flat, he could move in with him the following morning instead of the Saturday. He'd just finished tidying things up when the doorbell sounded.

"Hi, I'm Matthew. To view your flat?"

Kyle welcomed him in, and they shook hands. He noticed the shake lingered as Matthew looked at him. Kyle's gaydar started pinging. The guy was gay which was probably why he'd been thrown out by his wife. He estimated him to be in his thirties, later finding out that he was thirty-four. He was also good-looking.

"Sorry about the rush, but I'm homeless and desperate to find somewhere quick" Matthew smiled as he squeezed Kyle's hand. He liked younger guys and if his senses were correct, his potential landlord was gay. Kyle said he was sorry to hear about his current problem and invited him into the living room. "Thanks. Got thrown out by the wife this morning. She's discovered my secret. Should never have married her but my parents pushed me into it. They seemed to think being married would change what I was. Sorry, I'm rambling on."

Kyle smiled and invited him to sit down. "Drink? Coffee or something stronger?"

Matthew opted for stronger. He needed it. "I'm still reeling from what's happened."

"Do you want to talk about it? If I'm correct, we've both been through similar problems" Kyle said as he prepared two large whiskies.

"You're also gay?" Matthew replied, despite having already come to that conclusion. Kyle smiled and said he was, before giving him a synopsis of what had happened to him. "Fuck, my situation is minuscule by comparison." He then explained what had happened. "I'm attracted to younger guys and was having a relationship with a married nineteen-year-old. My wife found out and hit the roof as well as throwing half the house contents at me. When I sought help from my lover after being thrown out in the street, he didn't want to know me. Since the house is seventy percent paid for by my father-in-law, I'm fucked. Hence why I need rented accommodation. Fortunately, I've got a good job. I'm an engineer and the company are not connected with my wife's family. Also, they don't give a fuck who you sleep with."

Matthew had now calmed down after drinking the whisky, so Kyle showed him around. "This is fucking perfect. I'll take it. How soon can I move in?"

"Where are you staying tonight?"

"Good question. I've tried local hotels, but they're fully booked due to a conference in the area, so it looks like I will be kipping in the car tonight."

Kyle thought for a moment. He wasn't quite ready to move in with Erik but could do so the next day. He also didn't want to see this guy spending the night in a car. He knew what that was like when he'd had to slum it on his way to England.

"You could stay here with me tonight if you wanted and move in officially tomorrow."

Matthew's eyes lit up. He knew there was only one bedroom, so was Kyle suggesting they sleep together or on the floor? "I'd love to" he replied, "and I'm happy to sleep with you" he added.

Kyle grinned. "Settled then. I'll call the letting agent and ask him to prepare the tenancy agreement which is for a minimum of six months."

Whilst Kyle did that, Matthew unpacked his car and brought in his worldly belongings which looked pathetically small. As he did so, he realised how much his wife and her father had controlled his life. "I must have been fucking mad" he told himself and decided he was well out of it. He hadn't told his parents yet. He'd do that once he was settled in. Kyle ended his call and explained they'd visit the agent's office in the morning and sign the documents together. Fortunately, Erik and Jamal didn't need to be at the theatre until late afternoon because the first night of their new show was that evening and he'd been given a ticket.

They prepared a meal together since Matthew liked cooking and enjoyed it with a bottle of wine. Afterwards, they sat in the living room and chatted whilst having coffee and brandy. Just looking at Kyle's gorgeous body caused Matthew's cock to go hard and when he mentally stripped him naked, it was rampant. The obvious bulge inside his trousers hadn't gone unnoticed by Kyle.

When it was time for bed, they switched off the lights and went into the bedroom. Matthew hesitated before undressing but seeing Kyle stripping everything off gave him the confidence he needed.

"Oh my, you're beautiful" he said as he looked at the naked Kyle. He looked at Matthew's partially clad body and grinned. This urged Matthew to remove everything. For a moment, Kyle examined the naked form. It was nothing extraordinary but pleasant enough, especially the cock. They moved towards one another and kissed. That too was nothing special but pleasant. Kyle pushed him back on the bed and straddled his legs.

"What do you like?"

"Most things. Fucking, being fucked, rimmed, sucked" Matthew replied, his eyes fixed on the big black hard cock. Without saying anything, he released Matthew's legs, lifted them and lubricated his stiff rod. He then pushed it against the entrance and slipped it in. Matthew gasped using a few choice words and laid back to enjoy the fuck. It wasn't quick. In many respects it was slow and deliberate because Kyle wanted to make it last. Eventually, Kyle released his load as Matthew massaged his cock to its conclusion.

It took half-an-hour to load Kyle's car but being a Mercedes E class, it had a large boot with plenty of room in the rear. He decided to drive to Erik's apartment first to unload his belongings and agreed to meet Matthew at the letting agent's office at ten. When he arrived, an excited Erik and Jamal came running out to help him unpack.

"Everything okay with you guys?" Kyle asked.

"Great" Erik replied as he looked at Jamal. Kyle smiled and guessed what they'd been doing and in which bed Jamal had slept, but he wasn't bothered. Erik wasn't his alone and he enjoyed threesomes.

With three of them the car was soon unpacked and things in their place. He was a wine drinker and bought it by the case, so that had to be stored plus his other extensive drinks collection. He'd also emptied his fridge and store cupboards plus he'd packed certain items of china and cutlery he especially wanted to keep, having left the basics for Matthew, since the flat was rented fully furnished. Apart from ornaments and the odd table lamp, he'd left everything else he'd collected over the years. Thanks to the digital age, all his work files were stored on cloud-based systems on his computer, so he only had one metal file box of hard copy documents.

He kissed both guys and said he'd return later after he'd been to the letting agent and handed over a key to his tenant. He made no mention of Matthew staying the night and what they'd done!

Matthew was already there when he arrived. They signed the tenancy agreement and Kyle handed him a key to the flat.

"If you ever fancy another meal together, give me a call" Matthew said as they walked out of the office with a big grin on his face. "I enjoyed last night."

Kyle thanked him and said he'd keep it in mind but had no intention of doing so. He'd met better guys for sex and was sure he'd meet many more. In addition, he had Erik and Jamal to keep him satisfied whenever he had the need!

Mid-afternoon, he drove the guys to the theatre to get ready for their opening night. He'd been given a ticket, so decided to stay around. He checked with the theatre security guys that all entrances were locked to avoid undesirables entering. He didn't want Erik and Jamal's attackers getting in.

"There have been several incidents of guys attacking some of the dancers" he told one of the security guys, "which is why I'm providing security for two of them".

"Good thinking, mate. If I catch any geezer trying to get in to have a peek, he'll get his head busted" he replied.

To make his position look more official, Kyle had designed and printed some business cards which had KM Security as the company name and his name printed beneath. He had placed one of these into a leather ID case, so could he show it whenever necessary. He had similar cards for his other line of work which showed him as KM Finance.

He found a quiet area and worked on his laptop, which he always had with him in his shoulder bag and undertook a few deals which made more money. He'd just finished when several dancers came into the room where they had to wait for their entrance on stage. He acknowledged them and tried to ignore their beautiful bodies now on show inside their tights.

"Are you the guy who protected Erik from three homophobic attackers?" one of the dancers asked. Kyle said he was. "You must be brave taking on three guys, but thanks, Erik is a great dancer."

Kyle nodded and it reminded him to check the Facebook accounts for the two lads who'd attacked Jamal. As he'd guessed, the photos had gone viral but were no longer on view. However, there were numerous comments about the photos, some clearly from gays and others from homophobes calling the guys every name under the sun. He then noticed a comment by one viewer with a link to a news item about two men who'd been arrested for publishing sexual content on Facebook. He clicked the item and chuckled when he read the two men involved had been fined for having sex in a public place and publishing the photos on social media. The article stated that the two men had taken selfies of themselves having sex.

Erik and Jamal entered the room and made their way to him. Kyle couldn't stop himself from admiring their bodies inside their tights. They looked wonderful. The final call was made, and the dancers took up their positions. Kyle took his seat in the auditorium having said he'd return backstage during the interval. The music started and the curtain lifted. The dancers then leapt onto the stage. The production was a version of Swan Lake, which was one of Kyle's favourites, and Erik was dancing the lead role. When he leapt onto the stage, he heard the audience gasp as his beautiful body danced to the music and told the story in dance.

When the curtain fell for the interval, the audience erupted into applause. The production had clearly been well received. Kyle returned backstage having shown his ID to the security guy. Erik came running up to him as he walked in and almost jumped into his arms.

"What did you think?" he asked excitedly.

"You were superb, and the audience thought the same" Kyle replied and congratulated Jamal on his dancing which had been limited during the first part, but he clearly showed ability. The second half was soon upon them, so he returned to his seat in the auditorium. There was a general buzz of excitement amongst the audience. As expected, the second half was every bit as good as the first and when the final curtain call was taken, the audience erupted into applause. When Erik took the final bow as the lead, there was a standing ovation. He was truly magnificent and deserved every bit of praise.

When Kyle returned backstage to collect his charges there was an air of excitement. Even the producer was smiling and congratulating everyone. When Erik and Jamal appeared beaming from the dressing room, they ran over to Kyle.

"Did you enjoy it?" Jamal asked excitedly.

"I did, and you danced beautifully."

"He was brilliant" Erik added. "It was his best performance since I've known him." Jamal felt on top of the world. He now lived in a nice apartment and had a lovely guy to protect him. Perhaps that was why he danced so well. Kyle again congratulated Erik on his performance because it had been stunning. "Does it deserve a fuck?" Erik whispered.

"At least one" Kyle grinned as he led the two guys to his car.

He did fuck Erik that night, but he could sense the guy was tired so let him sleep. Jamal had also looked tired so went to bed as soon as they got home. When Kyle woke, he found Erik gently sucking his morning erection.

"I want you to fuck me" he implored having stopped sucking to look up.

"How about we invite Jamal to join us" Kyle grinned. Erik thought that a great idea. He'd not had a threesome before. They had plenty of time since they didn't have to be back at the theatre until early evening again for the Saturday performance.

Kyle got out of bed and went to Jamal's room. The door was ajar, so he walked in to find a naked lad lying on the bed showing off a morning erection. "Fancy joining us?" he grinned. Jamal leapt out of bed and ran into his arms. "Yes please" he replied and kissed Kyle on the lips, wrapping his legs around Kyle's naked waist.

They started with Erik being sucked by Jamal whilst being fucked by Kyle. When he'd deposited his load into the younger guy, Erik fucked Jamal whilst being fucked by Erik. He'd always had the ability to fuck two guys one after the other and shoot another load, and this was no exception. Erik and Jamal were on a high after the sexual activity had finished and both said they wanted more.

They showered, had breakfast and returned to the bedroom where Erik fucked Kyle whilst he fucked Jamal. Having his cock deep inside an arse whilst another cock was inside his, always turned him on. Kyle told the other two to rest because they had another strenuous production ahead of them. He sat in the living room and conducted more business during which he made yet more money. He wondered sometimes what he'd do with his wealth but knew his luck wouldn't last forever, so made the most of it whilst he could. He'd declined payment from Erik for acting as his bodyguard because he didn't need it and told him to save his money. Like him, his working life was limited so advised him to save for the future.

Whilst he was working, his secret mobile rang. "Hi, Lenny, how are things?" Lenny was his contact for the dubious business deals he undertook, so he used an unregistered phone and a special email account for all activity. His uncle had introduced him to Lenny and had recommended that he used a pseudonym. Lenny therefore knew Kyle as Isaac.

"A little bird tells me, Isaac, that you like cock."

"Who told you that, Lenny, little cock Robin?"

Lenny laughed. "Very funny. Look, it doesn't bother me what guys do with their cocks, but I've got a job I want doing and was hoping you'd be interested. It's worth a grand and could be worth a lot more."

Lenny explained that he needed someone to seduce a wealthy gay financier and spend a night at a hotel with him whilst Lenny and his mate extracted sensitive information from the guy's apartment. "He's thirty-eight and prefers young guys, which makes you the perfect choice. How about it, mate?"

"So, you want me to seduce this guy and keep him occupied all night in a hotel room, paid for by you, whilst you break into his apartment and extract the information you require."

"Got it in one, mate. Knew you were smart. It's a doddle for a good-looking guy like you, plus you get an arse to fuck all night."

"What happens if he doesn't fancy me?"

"He will. I've seen the type he goes for and you're precisely what he likes. Think of it as being paid a grand for having fun."

Kyle chuckled and agreed, so Lenny gave him the details and sent him a photo of the guy to his phone. The job was to take place the night after next. He also knew that if it was worth paying him a grand to keep the guy out of the way, then the stakes were high, and he'd benefit from that.

On the Monday, when Kyle had his seduction job, Kyle took Erik and Jamal to the theatre and told them he'd arranged for a private car to pick them up. He'd given the job to a mate of his who ran a private car hire company. He'd also given Erik a question to ask the driver to verify it was the correct one. If the driver answered with the correct word, they'd know he was legitimate.

Kyle made his way to the hotel where a private classical music concert was taking place that evening. Having seen the programme, he was interested. All seats were reserved and his was next to the guy he had to seduce.

As Kyle sat down, Ethan looked up. Kyle gave one of his seductive smiles and Ethan was hooked.

"Hi, I'm Isaac. Am looking forward to this concert. I adore classical music."

The guy smiled and held out his hand. "I'm Ethan, pleased to meet you" he replied as he admired the dark suit Kyle was wearing and the way it fitted his body. He immediately recognised it was made to measure, fitted perfectly and accentuated certain areas which is where his eyes landed. Before the concert started, they chatted about their shared love of music.

The concert was in one session and was exceptionally good which was recognised by the applause.

"Fancy a drink?" Ethan asked Kyle as they stood up, hoping he'd say `yes'.

"I'd love one. Let's go to the hotel bar. I'm staying here tonight."

"Perfect" Ethan replied, feeling excited at the thought of things progressing beyond a drink. Lenny had told Kyle that Ethan never took guys back to his apartment, much preferring sexual encounters to be at the other guy's accommodation. Kyle suggested that Ethan grab a table whilst he went to the bar. Kyle, meanwhile, ordered two gin and tonics, one a double and told the barman to add them to his hotel bill. As he took the drinks, he dropped a white pill into the double gin which he'd give to Ethan. Lenny had provided the drug, saying it would make their prey more pliable to being invited to the hotel room.

As they drank, Kyle noticed a distinct change in Ethan. He was now flirting with Kyle. Physically by placing his hand on Kyle's leg whenever he could and verbally. Kyle opened his legs to entice him further.

"Tell me, Isaac, what do you like doing with a guy?"

Kyle hadn't so far admitted he was gay, so his strategy was working. "I'm versatile but for preference I'm a top. How about you?"

Ethan's face lit up. "I'm also versatile but I never complain when a big one is inside me." He then leant forward and with his hand on Kyle's inside leg just inches away from his crotch, he whispered, "And I'd love to feel your big cock inside me."

Kyle scanned the room to see if anyone was looking at them. Fortunately, others present were engrossed in conversation and oblivious to the two guys in the alcove. "I suggest we continue this conversation in my room. How about it?"

"Fine by me, young man. But I hope it will be more than conversation" Ethan grinned.

"I can guarantee that" Kyle replied. He finished his drink in one gulp and stood up. Ethan did the same and followed the gorgeous young guy he felt he'd seduced, to the lifts. Had there not been CCTV inside the lift, he'd have grabbed hold of the bollocks he was aching to see. The lift stopped on the second floor and Kyle led him along the corridor to the room at the end.

With the room door closed and locked behind them, Ethan grabbed hold of Kyle and kissed him. As he kissed, his hand cupped the pair of large balls and the growing cock.

"Mm, I can see I'm in for an enjoyable night" he grinned and moved further into the room. Kyle had earlier been to the room to change so his other clothes were on view to add to the deception. On a table near the double bed, stood a bottle of champagne and two glasses.

"Lenny's thought of everything" Kyle thought to himself.

"Nice touch" Ethan grinned, picking up the bottle to check the vintage.

"I ordered it whilst at the bar" Kyle replied, hoping he sounded genuine. "I suggest we get out of these suits" he grinned and proceeded to undress.

"And more, I hope" Ethan giggled as he started to strip.

"Fine by me. Saves time later, so go for everything" Kyle laughed. Within seconds, they were both stark naked and enjoyed one another's body.

"Wow. I was right. You do have a big cock" Ethan grinned and grabbed it.

"Let's open this first before it loses its chill" Kyle said and opened the champagne. He poured two glasses and placed the ice bucket on a side table for a later top-up. He also removed a bottle of lube he'd placed in the drawer earlier.

"I like to see a guy who's fully prepared" Ethan giggled.

After drinking their glass of champagne, they collapsed on the bed and Ethan started kissing and licking all over Kyle's naked body. He loved doing this before he was fucked and hoped the guy, he'd seduced, was able to do it more than once in the night.

"Okay, let's feel this beautiful cock inside me" Ethan grinned and proceeded to lubricate Kyle's erection. He went doggy style on the bed and told him to fuck. Kyle obliged and pushed his stiff tool to the entrance on offer. "Stuff it in boy. I like it hard."

Kyle took him at his word and thrust his big cock into the arse. Ethan grunted but Kyle continued to pump. Even though he was fucking hard, he managed to keep the action going for ten minutes or more before his climax came. Ribbons of cum filled the older guy's arse and when he was spent, he continued pumping. He took hold of Ethan's cock and proceeded to pump that until he'd shot his load over the sheet.

"Fuck, that was a great fuck. I hope you've got plenty more in that tank of yours." Kyle said he had and could keep going all night. "Bring it on, boy" he replied, not expecting Kyle to fulfil his claim. They stopped for another glass of bubbly and once that had been drunk, Ethan went doggy style again and told Kyle to fuck.

Kyle kept to his claim and fucked the older guy until four in the morning when Ethan said he'd have to stop. He hadn't expected the `boy' to have such stamina and found it was his that was wanting. They settled down and Ethan fell asleep, but Kyle only dozed in case the guy he'd seduced decided to go home early. Lenny had said to keep him occupied until at least six in the morning. He achieved that and beyond because it was nine when Ethan woke.

"Fuck, I've got to go" he yelled on seeing the time.

As soon as he'd left, Kyle phoned Lenny. "He's left. Hope you're clear."

"All done. He'll never know anyone has been" Lenny laughed. "Prepare to make riches my friend. You did well. Payment made into usual bank. Hope he was a good fuck."

Kyle laughed and said nothing. Lenny was true to his word. When Ethan got home, he had no inkling that he'd had unwanted visitors during the night but a week later he wondered why his portfolio wasn't doing as well as it had been. Whenever he attempted to trade on the financial markets, someone else had beaten him to it.

"I've been invited to spend next weekend with an old friend" Kyle told Erik, "so I'll be away from Saturday morning to Sunday afternoon. If you or Jamal are going out, let me know beforehand and I'll arrange security for you."

Erik asked where he was going but Kyle brushed him off saying it was someone he'd met when he first arrived in London and had kept in contact. Jake was a Jamaican who he'd met within minutes of arriving in the capital after his long and arduous journey. He had nowhere to stay and Jake invited him back to his lodgings. He was a year older than Kyle. Meeting some one like him had meant so much but both knew they were not lovers or ever likely to be. However, they did remain good friends and often met one another.

The true reason for Kyle's absence was that Jake had invited him to a sex party that was being run by a friend of his. Anthony was also Jamaican, aged twenty-four and also gay. Somehow, he'd become the owner of various properties. Quite how, Kyle had no idea but reading between the lines, he guessed the means were not entirely legal. Since he himself was involved in dealings that were not one hundred percent legal, he couldn't judge. From what Jake had told him, other guys were being invited so there'd be eight of them in total.

"Anthony also has a surprise for everyone" Jake grinned.

The venue for the party was at a property which Anthony had recently purchased for next to nothing. It was an abandoned industrial building in north London away from other properties. His plan was to knock it down and build houses once his planning application had been approved, which according to him was a formality, probably because bribes had been paid. The party was being held in what originally had been the offices. In the main room where they met, there was minimal furniture apart from a few tables and chairs. In other rooms, mattresses had been put on the floor. Water and electricity had been switched on for the duration, but facilities were limited.

Those attending had specifically been told to wear a pair of boxer shorts with limited other clothing and Anthony had organised two limousines from his taxi business to ferry the eight guests to the location. This was to avoid anyone driving home under the influence of drugs or alcohol.

On arrival, they were told to strip down to their boxer shorts and leave their other clothes in a small room which would then be locked. When Jake saw Kyle, he came running up to his friend. They kissed and hugged pleased to see one another, pressing their semi-clad bodies together. Kyle didn't know any of the other six guys who were all BAME in their early twenties, but he looked forward to getting to know them intimately during the next twelve hours or so. With all attendees now assembled in the main room, dressed only in a range of coloured boxer shorts, Anthony called them to attention.

"Welcome, guys, to this sex party. You'll find on the table in the corner a range of drinks and sex drugs, so help yourselves. Food will be available at various intervals and you'll find that on a table near the drinks. You'll also find four rooms with a mattress in which you can enjoy yourselves with whoever you like. A bottle of lube is provided in each room. But before the party begins, I'd like to introduce a lad who's looking forward to being fucked by you guys. He'll be in another room at the end of the corridor, so help yourselves when you feel the need. He'll be available until we pack up tomorrow."

Anthony then asked Jake to fetch the mystery lad. "This is Luke" Anthony told everyone who were now gazing at a white naked lad. "Are you here of your own free will?" he asked Luke.

"Yes" Luke replied as he scanned the eight semi-naked guys standing in front of him.

"How old are you, Luke?"

"Eighteen" Luke proudly replied.

"And what would you like these guys to do to you?"

"Fuck me. I love being fucked raw and they can fuck me as much as they like whilst I'm here" Luke grinned. He also knew he was being paid handsomely for the privilege.

Anthony then told him to go to his room. As he made his way, he explained to the guests that if Luke wanted any action to stop, he'd shout "stop" and they were to immediately do so.

"Okay, guys, remove your boxer shorts and let the party begin. Have fun."

Eight guys removed their boxer shorts and gave them to Anthony. After a brief moment to admire one another's tackle, they all went to get a drink. They also found that methamphetamine, mephedrone and GHB/GBL were available, so some guys helped themselves. Kyle had never been a drug user and didn't intend to start now. He could have good sex and keep going without such stimulants, but he did help himself to a whisky.

"Let's sample young Luke's arse" Jake whispered to Kyle whilst the others were selecting drinks and drugs. Kyle nodded so they took their drinks to the room where Luke was waiting. He was sitting on the mattress as they walked in. He looked up and smiled at them before admiring their black cocks. They commenced with him on his knees sucking both cocks until they were hard. Jake told him to go doggy style and Kyle fucked his arse whilst Luke continued sucking Jake's cock. When Kyle had deposited his first load of the day, they changed over.

As Jake fucked, other guys came in to watch. As soon as he'd shot his load inside the lad's arse, another cock was inserted. He took all eight cocks and eight loads of cum, one after the other before he had a rest.

The drink flowed and drugs were imbibed as the hours passed by with occasional breaks for food, which magically appeared from somewhere. Anthony also kept an eye on young Luke to make sure he was fed and watered. Kyle and Jake enjoyed several sessions of sex with each other and with other guys as the hours passed. Night came but the sex, drinks and drugs continued well into the following morning. Some guys used a mattress to rest, as did Kyle and Anthony for a few hours.

By mid morning on the Sunday, most guys were shattered, so Anthony brought things to a close. A limousine arrived and six guys managed to clamber in under the influence of alcohol and drugs. The driver had been given each address so delivered them home, one by one.

"I thought you guys might like to come back with me" Anthony said, having noticed that neither Jake nor Kyle had over indulged on the alcohol or used drugs. Both agreed, so the premises were locked up. Anthony had kept off the alcohol knowing he'd have to drive Luke home. Having dropped Luke off at his lodgings, they made their way to Anthony's apartment in Hornsey.

He'd planned on inviting these two back, so had prepared a Sunday lunch. Once that had been eaten, he suggested they slip off their clothes and have some fun. Although Jake had known Anthony for several years, they'd never had sex. The next two hours were spent fucking one another and generally having a good time.

"I'm totally fucked" Jake laughed as he and Kyle made their way home.

A few weeks later, Erik received a message from Copenhagen to say that his mother was ill and in hospital.

"You must visit her" Kyle said, knowing that she'd kept in contact with Erik to follow his career.

"I would but I'm afraid of meeting her ex."

Kyle was confused because he'd understood that the ex no longer had anything to do with his family, but it seemed not. He therefore suggested that he accompany Erik, so he'd be available if the guy tried to intervene. Erik threw his arms around his protector and kissed him. He'd fallen in love with Kyle but wasn't sure if reciprocated. He was afraid to express his love in case it pushed him away. He'd rather have him by his side not knowing than lose him.

"Thank you" he cried. Kyle held him tight knowing how vulnerable he was. He said he'd arrange for someone to protect Jamal during their absence. Even though the louts who'd attacked them were no longer visible, there were still other homophobes ready to pounce on gentle guys like Erik and Jamal. Although they could handle the tough regime of the ballet world, they were still vulnerable outside of it.

Kyle spoke to Jake about protecting Jamal during his absence. After hearing that he'd be paid for the duration and that he'd be staying at the apartment with Jamal, he immediately agreed. Being a self-employed painter and decorator, he was able to juggle his work to fit in when necessary.

They travelled to Copenhagen from Heathrow and within two hours were entering the terminal building and passing through passport control. Kyle hailed a cab outside the terminal and gave the driver details of the hotel he'd booked. They'd allowed three days in the hope that was sufficient. He gave the reception his name saying he'd booked a double room. The receptionist smiled, confirmed the booking on her system and gave him the room card to unlock the door. She showed no surprise that two males would be sleeping in one bed, but LGBT rights in Denmark were the most extensive in the world.

With their bags dumped in the room they made their way to the hospital which was a ten-minute taxi drive away. Erik was thankful that Kyle had accompanied him because he doubted, he'd could have managed on his own. He always seemed in total control which was why he admired and loved him. He felt safe whatever happened.

At the hospital, Kyle informed the reception desk they'd come to see Erik's mother and were immediately directed to the ward where she was being treated. After speaking to the person in charge of the ward, they were shown to her room. Her face lit up when she saw her son and Erik rushed forward to hold her hand. Kyle felt he was intruding so suggested he wait outside.

"Please don't" Erik's mother said, "I've heard so much about you and I'd like to get to know you. I understand you've provided great support to Erik and I'm grateful."

Kyle smiled and sat down beside Erik. They first chatted about Erik's career and how it was progressing before he asked why she'd been admitted to hospital. She looked at him for a while and held his hand. "I've been diagnosed with breast cancer and it's very advanced. I've been receiving treatment for quite some time but it's not having the desired effect. You must be strong, Erik."

She then turned to Kyle and asked him to do something for her. "I've been informed by a neighbour that my ex husband has entered my house whilst I've been here. He must have taken a key when I told him to leave. I'd like you and Erik to visit to make sure everything is alright. If he's there, then throw him out and if he refuses, call the police."

"Did you not change the locks" Kyle asked.

"Never thought he'd return. We've not spoken since I told him to leave."

Erik looked concerned. The thought of meeting that man again frightened him. His mother had since told him the truth about his birth father. Kyle took his hand, sensing his concern. "Don't worry. I'll be with you" he smiled. Erik's mother smiled. She recognised the signs.

"Could you go find the nurse, Erik, my love. I'm sure my next injection is due." Erik left and she took hold of Kyle's hand. "You know he loves you, don't you. And if I'm not mistaken, you love him." Kyle didn't know what to say. He knew Erik was very fond of him, but did he feel the same way? He protected him. Was that love? "Just look after him for me."

Erik returned with the nurse who looked bemused. "You're not due your injection for another hour" she told her. Kyle smiled to himself having realised it was a ruse to get him on his own.

The taxi dropped them off at the house and Kyle sensed that Erik was shaking. He held his hand to let him know he was there. Erik used his mum's key to open the door. As soon as he stepped inside, he froze. "He's here" he whispered. "That's his jacket."

Kyle moved forward and gingerly stepped into the living room.

"Who the hell are you?" the man shouted in Danish. "Get out of my house." Kyle had an earpiece connected to his phone interpreting everything, so fully understood.

"But it's not your house, is it Mr Andersen? Your presence here is unwanted and illegal" he replied using the interpreter app which converted his speech into Danish.

"Who the hell are you" Andersen shouted again.

"He lives with me and is my bodyguard" Erik replied in his native language as he walked into the room.

"Ah, so you're a pansy as well" Andersen shouted. "Why do you need a bodyguard?"

"Because England also has its supply of ignorant and homophobic people like you and now Erik is a star, he's vulnerable" Kyle smiled.

"Mother has asked us to remove you" Erik said. "Please leave or I will call the police."

Andersen laughed. "You're both fucking pansies. You can't make me leave."

Kyle moved nearer to him ready for an attack. He could see Andersen's anger rising. Andersen struck out with his fist, but Kyle was too quick for him. The punch hit empty air and he suddenly found himself in an armlock. He struggled but Kyle had him firmly in his grasp. As he frogmarched him towards the front door, there was a loud knock. A flashing blue light could be seen through the glass. Erik opened the door and two uniformed officers rushed in.

"I see you've saved us a job" one of them grinned as they handcuffed Andersen. "We're arresting you for murder" the officer told Andersen and gave him his rights. A detective entered and asked who Erik and Kyle were whilst Andersen was taken into custody. Erik explained who they were and that his mother was in hospital.

"That man is her ex husband" he said and explained why she'd asked him and Kyle to visit the house. The detective was interested in more, so asked whether his father had been physically violent to him or his mother. Erik explained that Andersen wasn't his birth father, but he'd been his mother's husband during his growing up. They'd now divorced. He added that Andersen frequently slapped him hard across the face causing swelling and had punched his mother on several occasions. The officer asked whether he'd be willing to give a written statement and be a witness at Andersen's trial.

Erik looked at Kyle for advice. "What has he been arrested for?" Kyle asked.

"The murder of the woman he was living with. She was found dead yesterday in the kitchen with stab wounds. The only fingerprints on the knife were his. A neighbour heard shouting and saw only him leave the house immediately afterwards. She alerted us after not being able to get an answer from the house. She told us about a previous marriage, so here we are. Your testimony would show that he's a violent man."

Erik told the officer that Andersen had attempted to punch Kyle in the face, but he'd been too quick for him and got him into an armlock. "Excellent, perhaps both of you would make a statement."

Kyle said he would and recommended that Erik did also. He'd seen other violent men wriggle out of criminal cases and from what he'd heard, Erik deserved closure by this man being put in prison. Erik agreed and the officer suggested they accompany him back to the police station. He also asked how Andersen had gained access to the house. Erik showed him the door key he'd found in Andersen's jacket.

"I suggest you change the locks immediately" he replied and gave them details of a recommended locksmith who'd attend that day if they quoted the officer's name. Erik made the call and arranged for the locksmith to attend later that afternoon to replace the locks on front and back doors.

"Thank you for being with me" Erik whispered as the officer drove them to the police station. Kyle took hold of his hand and squeezed it. Perhaps he was in love with the beautiful dancer.

After giving their written statements, the officer arranged a car to drive them back to the house for the locksmith. Whilst they waited, Erik prepared a sandwich from what he could find in the fridge. Kyle ventured upstairs to see if Andersen had done any damage but all he found was a bed slept in. He stripped off the bedclothes and put them into what looked like a washing basket. It appeared that Andersen had only used the house as a hideout from the police. Whether he'd known that his ex wife was in hospital was unclear. Perhaps it was just as well that she was absent.

With new locks fitted to both external doors, they called a taxi to take them to the hospital. On entering his mother's room, she immediately looked up. "Was he there?" Erik nodded and told her their story. She was shocked and held Erik and Kyle's hand. "Thank you so much, Kyle. Perhaps at last I will be rid of that man."

Kyle told her that the police would like a statement from her about her ex husband's violent behaviour towards her and she agreed. Kyle said they'd speak to the officer and ask him to visit the hospital whilst he and Erik were in Denmark.

That evening back at the hotel they enjoyed a meal together before retiring to their room. The police officer had agreed to meet them at the hospital the following morning. They stripped naked and got into bed. They then made beautiful love, during which Erik sucked Kyle's big cock and he gently fucked Erik. It was the perfect ending to a difficult day.

"I love you" Erik told Kyle. He'd decided that he couldn't hold back showing his true love any longer.

"And I love you" Kyle smiled. He truly did and he'd only just realised.

The following morning, they met the officer at the hospital and Erik sat beside Kyle as his mother gave her statement. By the time she had finished he had tears rolling down his face. He'd not realised as a child what a nasty man Andersen had been. Kyle held his hand to make him feel safe. The officer thanked all of them. Kyle assumed that Andersen had denied killing his girlfriend.

"He has, but with your evidence plus the evidence we've got from the murder scene, we can show the court that he has a temper and is violent, so he'll be found guilty and will go down for a long time."

After he'd left, Erik's mother explained that Andersen had not received any money from the divorce so had nothing to spend on expensive lawyers. Erik and Kyle were just about to leave when the doctor dealing with her case appeared. She introduced her son from England and explained that Kyle was his boyfriend. Erik glanced at Kyle to see his reaction to the public announcement that they were lovers, but he just smiled and mouthed a kiss.

The doctor explained that they'd done everything they could for her, so she could go home the following morning. He asked if she had support at home and how she'd get home. Kyle immediately said he'd arrange transport for her and that he and Erik would stay with her for a day or so whilst organising other support. She'd still be visited regularly by the cancer nurse, so only needed someone to keep an eye on her and help with shopping. After the doctor had left, she again thanked Kyle for his kindness. "You've found a good man" she told Erik.

"I know" Erik beamed and gave Kyle a kiss on the lips in front of her.

After another night of beautiful sex, they booked out of the hotel in the morning and took a taxi to the hospital to collect Erik's mother. She was waiting for them, so they were soon on their way home. As Erik helped his mother to the front door, leaving Kyle to pay for the taxi, the next-door neighbour came rushing out to greet them. The two women hugged, and the neighbour told Erik that she'd call in daily and do whatever shopping was necessary. Erik thanked her, relieved that a friend had jumped in to help.

With his mother settled, Erik made a list of items she'd need for the next few days. He and Kyle then went shopping. When they returned, they found the neighbour sitting with Erik's mother. Seeing the lads leave she had popped round to be with her.

Satisfied that his mother was in safe hands, Erik told Kyle they could return home, so he booked a flight for early afternoon the following day. That night Kyle hugged Erik as they laid beside one another and told him again that he loved him.

It was a tearful parting the following day because Erik didn't know whether he'd see his mum alive ever again. Her life expectancy was rapidly reducing by the day. They finally left and made their way home.

During their absence, Jake and Jamal had been having a whale of a time. Jake had taken Jamal to bars and clubs and shown him how gays lived. Each night they'd slept together and had wild sex in which Jake fucked Jamal's cute arse. Jamal had fallen for Jake so when he asked him if he'd move in with him and become boyfriends, he jumped at the offer. By the time Erik and Kyle got home after their two-hour flight, arrangements had already been made.

As soon as Kyle walked in, he sensed something was afoot. He'd never seen Jamal so bouncy and he recognised the look of success on Jake's face.

"So, you'll take over his protection will you" Kyle demanded of Jake after he'd told him the news.

"Yeah, I'll be his bodyguard and boyfriend" he replied, knowing that he could fit it in with his decorating work.

"And you're serious? I don't want to see Jamal dumped on the street once you've got tired of him."

Jake took hold of Kyle's hands. "I'm serious. He's a lovely guy and I love him. I promise I'm serious. He's not just a good fuck. I've fallen in love with him."

Kyle nodded but made it clear that if he'd better look after Jamal who was very vulnerable.

"I promise, man. I know I've fucked around up to now, but this is serious, and he loves me."

Kyle hugged him. He too had not thought he'd fall in love, but he had. "I'm happy for you, man."

The following day, Jake took Jamal home with him leaving Erik and Kyle alone. It felt good and they made passionate love.

Andersen's trial took place several weeks later. Since his last visit, Erik had been in contact with his mum every few days, including video calls, during which he'd noticed her deterioration. The three of them gave their evidence and although the defence counsel had unsuccessfully attempted to undermine Erik and Kyle's evidence, he went easy on Erik's mum having recognised she was slowly dying. The murder evidence against Andersen was overwhelming, but the evidence of anger and domestic violence confirmed the decision by the jurors. He was found guilty and given a custodial sentence of fifteen years.

Erik held his mother knowing how difficult it had been for her. The police officer they knew came over and thanked them as Kyle led Erik and his mother out of the court to take her home. Once there, she went to bed. Erik knew he had little time left to say his final goodbye. That night he cried in Kyle's arms as they lay in bed. Erik wanted to stay with her until that fateful day, but she wouldn't hear of it. He had performances to honour and his career was more important. She asked Kyle to ensure that her son continued working because she was so proud of him and she'd fought against her husband's disapproval for years to enable Erik to live his dream.

"I'm so glad he met you" she told Kyle during their last conversation.

Three months later Erik received the call he'd dreaded. His mother had died. Kyle managed to make the funeral arrangements without them travelling to Copenhagen, but they had to visit yet again to attend it. Whilst there, they arranged for the house to be cleared and put up for sale. Kyle was proud of the way his lover handled the funeral and felt it had brought them together even closer.

"I think we should get married" Kyle said as they laid in bed. "Would you marry me?" Erik jumped on top of him and said he would. "But first, I want you to fuck me." Kyle was happy to do that, so they made love which ended in a beautiful fuck of Erik's arse.

Back in England, Erik was offered the role of lead dancer with Matthew Bourne's dance company. He'd achieved his dream because he'd followed Matthew Bourne's career for years. Jamal was sorry to see him leave him but wished him every success. When Erik said he could come too, he jumped with joy. He'd convinced the director that he knew the perfect dancer for one of the parts.

The marriage took place at the local registry office four weeks later. Lots of their friends attended with Jamal as Erik's witness and Jake as Kyle's. They'd arranged a big reception at a local hotel and an enjoyable time was had by all.

"I'm the happiest man in the world" Erik told Kyle that night. Kyle said he was too. Their only regret was that Erik's mum hadn't been there.

As Erik's husband he continued as his bodyguard because he was even more famous now and needed protection.

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