DISCLAIMER: This is the second part of a three part story. None of the characters in the story exist although some of the events are based loosely on the experiences of people I know.
WARNING: Do not read this story if you are in any way offended by acts of a homosexual nature. Do not read this if you are under the legal age for accessing adult sites. Always indulge in safe sex.
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Part 2: Mid-life
Tom Wetherby smiled as he acknowledge the applause of the audience in the large lecture theatre and recalled as he did so that in just five years he had changed from being a relatively obscure academic in a provincial university into a star of television and a favourite with live audiences. The publication of a new interpretation of an old historical event had rocketed Tom to public attention. He had given a number of lectures on the subject and, as was often the case, at the end a number of people remained behind in order to ask him questions. At this meeting Tom noticed that a woman of about his own age or slightly older and flanked by three children had remained seated when the rest of the audience had got up to leave. Thinking that the stranger probably wanted to ask him questions about his chosen topic or to have a copy of his book signed, Tom approached the family group with a smile of anticipation on his lips. The woman smiled warmly before standing up and walking down the aisle to meet him. As Tom looked enquiringly at her, the woman looked serious for a moment and then spoke what appeared to her listener to be a prepared speech,
"Hello, Mr Wetherby, thank you for a most interesting talk. I, and my children, thoroughly enjoyed it. However, what I'm about to tell you may come as a surprise. My name is Marjorie Stone and these are my three children, Michael, the eldest and Mary and Rose my twin daughters. You may wonder why I'm telling you all this. Well, you may not know it but I am your half-sister. Before he married your mother, your father had a relationship with another woman, my mother. It didn't work out as you know and I was put up for adoption. It is only recently that I found out who my real parents were, I started researching into it after my husband died and then so did my adoptive parents and I wanted to find out my true origins I had to come tonight to see you and to tell you what I've learnt. Of course, if you don't believe me, I have got proof."
Tom was bowled over by what Marjorie was saying and finally recovered sufficiently to offer a mumbled response,
"I never knew my father had another child, but now I look at you I can see that you greatly resemble him in some ways. I always wanted a sibling. It's a lot to take in but it is really marvellous news. I'm pleased to meet you and your children and I am truly sorry that you have lost your husband."
Tom paused for a moment and embraced Marjorie and then leaned forward to kiss the twin girls who stood impassively as he did so. Finally, the older man offered his hand to the tall, skinny teenager who grunted in response but took the offered hand. Tom was still feeling emotional as he resumed his reply, looking steadily at the family group
Despite the sadness of your husband and the father of your children, for me it is really wonderful to find out I have a larger family than I thought! I really want to talk more to you all but right now I have an urgent appointment and I have meetings during the day tomorrow but I am staying at the Grand Hotel. I could extend my stay a little and then we might be able to meet for lunch or dinner tomorrow evening?"
Marjorie smiled warmly and then replied,
"Evening would be best because the children are at school during the day and I'm sure you would like us all to be there. Do you have any family?"
Tom shook his head and replied,
"No. I never married and don't have any children. Too busy writing books and doing research, I suppose, and both my parents, by which I mean my mother and our mutual father, are dead."
At this moment Tom noticed that his host and lecture organiser was signalling frantically to him to hurry up so he quickly drew the conversation to a close by asking Marjorie,
"Would seven be too late for dinner tomorrow?"
Marjorie shook her head and replied,
"No, that will be fine. Mike is nearly fourteen and the twins are twelve so seven o'clock would be perfect but we can't stay out too late as they all have school the following day."
Tom nodded and said,
"Tomorrow evening, it is then and I really am pleased to meet you all and I look forward to finding out more about my long-lost family!!"
Over the following months, Tom, Marjorie and the children had met at relatively frequent intervals and a bond grew up between them. To his surprise, Tom found that, after Marjorie, the twins were easiest to get on with but Michael was sullen and unresponsive.
Over the months that followed the initial meeting, Tom continued to build up a good relationship with his sister and Mary and Rose but the boy remained steadfastly indifferent. Things did not change even when Tom offered the family the chance to spend some time over the summer in a villa that he had rented in the past so that he could write in comparative peace. Although he had intended to use the summer to re-work a second draft of his latest research, Tom offered the use of the villa to the rest of his family in the knowledge that his chances of achieving his goal would be greatly diminished. Initially everyone except Michael was enthusiastic, the teenage boy arguing that it was bloody miles from anywhere'. Marjorie tried to explain away her son's behaviour by arguing that he was at that awkward age'. However, Michael did eventually brighten up when his request that he be allowed to bring his best friend, Ian, along with the others on the holiday met with agreement from both his mother and Tom.
The holiday proved to be a major adventure in more ways than one. Tom had not bought into the awkward age' explanation for Michael's behaviour as he recognised some of the same traits in his nephew that he had experienced in his own teenage years. In the older man's case this had been as a result of his struggle to come to terms with his sexuality and to acknowledge that the relationship he had with an older boy called Richard was more than just a passing phase'. Since his adolescent and university experimentation, however, Tom had remained more or less celibate and had submerged his desires in hard work and detailed research work.
On the other hand, now that he was on holiday in the company of two handsome young teenagers, some of Tom's old yearning began to return and he saw temptation at every turn. Ian turned out to be slightly younger than Michael by about six months but whereas the older teen was tall, thin and dark, Ian was short and fair with a handsome face and piercing blue eyes. The teenagers looked to be a funny combination but it was clear that they got on well together and this took pressure off Tom to have to entertain his nephew when the twins were off enjoying their pursuits together. It also reduced the opportunities for any sexual temptation to overwhelm Tom.
Clearly, having only just discovered a family he did not know about, Tom was determined not to put it all at risk by showing his hand and spoiling everything. If he could survive the holiday unscathed, Tom was sure that he would regain his self-control. All went well until the night before last full day when Marjorie suggested that, in order to give her time to pack and clean up, Tom, Michael and Ian might like to spend the following day out on the nearby lake in a sailing boat. The girls had already decided they wanted to go back to a nearby village and ride the horses from a local stable. Ian a keen outdoor type and a strong swimmer leapt at the offer and so did Michael, who looked anxiously at his uncle who hesitated for a moment before nodding his agreement.
The following day, the three male members of the party set off and within an hour were gently sailing out into the lake that was surrounded by high cliffs and concealed inlets all along the further coast. Ian, dressed in a tight pair of jeans and loose-fitting t-shirt, was an expert sailor and Michael, who wore clothes similar to his friend and Tom, who wore shorts and a regular shirt, acted as crew. They had been given a large packed lunch to carry with them and Ian suggested that they head for the far shore, find a suitable inlet and laze around eating and sunbathing on deck. Michael agreed enthusiastically and added,
"Tell you what, we could go swimming as well. The water looks clean and shouldn't be too cold at this time of year!"
Ian nodded agreement and looked at Tom,
"What do you think?"
"Well, I don't know. We don't have any swimming gear and no towels either."
Michael gave a kind of sarcastic laugh before responding,
"We don't really need swimming things, there's only us and nobody else around for miles and the sun will dry us off, won't it? I'm cool about it, how about you, Ian?"
"Sure thing!!" replied the second teenager.
Faced with such enthusiasm, Tom felt forced to concede the point and won an instant and rare smile of approval from his nephew in doing so but after giving his approval, the older man added,
"I suggest that we have lunch first and then the swimming afterwards. However, as I'm not a very good swimmer I think I'll stay on board and sunbathe while you two go swimming."
The teenagers shrugged acceptance and Ian navigated the yacht into a sheltered cove where the boat was anchored. Looking over the rail all three marvelled at how clear the water looked beneath them. Once the boat was safely secured, the lunch hamper was opened and all three tucked into the picnic. After a short rest to allow the meal to be digested, Michael and Ian wasted little time in getting undressed. Tom sat some distance away and at an angle to the teenagers so that he could check them out without really being obvious. The older man noticed that each of the teenagers seemed quite comfortable undressing in front of the other. Just as their physical appearance was a sharp contrast, so too were their naked bodies. Michael was thin and lanky with some dark hair on his arms, legs and upper body and, from beneath a bush of curly black hair, hung a long, thin dark skinned cock with a beautiful purple/blue circumcised head. The teenager's friend, Ian, by contrast, was smaller in every way and completely hairless except for a few wisps of fair hair above his short, but attractive uncut cock, which had just the glimpse of its pink head peeking out from under the silky foreskin. Tom was treated to a full view as the teenagers walked slowly past him to the side of the boat and then jumped into the water with loud yelps of delight. The older man watched for a few minutes as the two lads frolicked in the water and then must have drifted off to sleep. Suddenly something very cold splashed over the sleeping adult and he awoke with a start to see his nephew and Ian standing with two empty buckets and laughing uproariously at him. As Tom spluttered back to consciousness he let out a roar of anger and yelled,
"What the fuck was that all about?"
Ian stopped laughing and so did Michael, who responded defiantly,
"Well if you wouldn't go into the water we though the water would have to come to you. Anyway Ian said that he thought it was unfair that while we are naked you are still fully clothed and he thought that it was only fair for all of us to be naked, unless, of course, you have something to be ashamed of."
Having recovered most of his composure, if not his dignity, Tom began to lighten up,
"OK, I see your point and to prove I'm not ashamed of my body even though you probably think at my age I'm only a short step away from the grave, I'll get naked too and allow my clothes to dry properly before we return home."
The older man pulled off his soaking clothes and revealed a cock not all that dissimilar to that of his nephew although the cut head was rather pinker in colour, As he took his wet clothes off, Tom noticed that both Michael and Ian were watching him surreptitiously. The teenagers were lying flat on the deck and were able to observe the older man as he stood naked and walked over to hang his clothes on the boat's rail before he too lay down to allow the sun dry his body. The three men lay about for some time before the sun began to sink down towards the horizon and it was time to return home. All three got up and got dressed again in preparation for their return. Tom was greatly relieved that he had managed to control his excitement at seeing the two naked teenagers but it had been a struggle.
That night after everyone had gone to bed, Tom decided that he would go for a walk around the garden of the villa in an effort to clear his head of the sexual images he was thinking about involving himself, his nephew and Ian. As he got round the back of the villa, the older man heard a noise coming from the bedroom the two teenagers were sharing and recognised the sounds as those of two people engaged in sexual activity. Although he could not see into the room as the shutters were closed it was clear that Michael was being fucked by Ian and the thought made Tom's prick harden instantaneously. Listening to the sound of his nephew and his partner approaching mutual satisfaction made the older man pull out his prick and wank it hard and fast. Inside the bedroom Ian was panting as he slid inside his friend's tight hole and his cock was throbbing as his ball juice made its way down his shaft and deep into Michael's bowels. With the sound of two low pitched moans of pleasure coming from the other side of the shutters, Tom knew that at least one of the teenagers had shot his load and this triggered his own orgasm and his hot spunk splattered out of his piss slit and onto the grass near his feet.
Tom was unable and, to some extent, unwilling to make use of his recently acquired knowledge. The following day the party left the villa to fly home and a day later Tom embarked on an extensive lecture tour that was to take him about six months to complete. By the time he returned, Michael and Ian were deeply involved in their studies for the up-coming examinations and Tom had a new book contract, which kept him busy on research and writing.
All these events had taken place a little over two years earlier and now, once again, Tom was on stage at a local theatre doing what he liked best: talking in public. From time to time in the intervening period Tom's mind had gone back to what he had overheard that night two years earlier and he had sometimes woken in the night with an overwhelming desire to indulge in a sexually charged dream-like wank. Furthermore, Tom had contrived to avoid holidaying with his sister and her family over this period and was rarely alone with Michael for long enough to take advantage of his knowledge of the teenager's sexual interests. With rare exceptions, Tom had sustained his self-control and was pleased with himself for doing so.
Returning to his hotel the night after his most recent lecture, Tom found a note had been left for him at reception. Inside the envelope was an invitation to a fortieth birthday party and an accompanying note, which read:
`Clive Stewart will be forty at the end of June this year. I have been asked to arrange a surprise party for him and am hoping to contact as many of his old friends from all stages of his life. I believe that you were a friend of Clive whilst at school and so I am sending you an invitation in the hope that you can come. If you can think of any other names please let me know. Also please RSVP to me and not to Clive. Many thanks. Hope to see you on June 30th.'
Annabel Mason, who styled herself as the personal assistant to Clive Stewart, had signed the note.
Tom looked at the invitation and noted that the party was to be held in fashionable St John `s Wood in London. Tom also remembered Clive well as they had been very close friends when at school. Clive was a year older than Tom but had initiated him into the wonders of mutual masturbation one afternoon in the dormitory showers and the pair had indulged in frequent sexual liaisons after that first encounter. When the older youth left school, the relationship faded and Tom had sublimated his desires in hard work and rigid self-discipline, so receiving this invitation after almost twenty years was an exciting and worrying development and he was in two minds over whether to accept.
In the end Tom did decide to attend and arrived in good time, as instructed by the organiser. When he finally arrived, Clive Stewart was overwhelmed at the sea of faces waiting to greet him and celebrate his birthday. The guest of honour gave a particularly warm greeting to Tom, who felt the old long forgotten pangs of yearning stir within him. The party lasted for quite some time but gradually the numbers thinned and only a handful of guests remained. Annabel, the organiser, had discreetly left sometime earlier and the remaining guests were all male. Tom knew one of the remaining group, who an actor on the television, and recognised the faces of a politician and a journalist. The remaining couple he did not know, nor for that matter did he really now what Clive did for a living. Everyone was if not drunk then very well oiled and slowly the number diminished until only Clive, the TV actor and Tom remained. The actor looked at his watch and said,
"Time for me to be going, Clive. Thanks for the party. Do you want to share a taxi with me, Tom?"
Tom was on the point of agreeing but Clive intervened,
"No, stay and have another drink here. You can crash in the spare room and go home, sober, in the morning. It'll be just like old times at school."
Tom thought for a moment and wondered how like old times it really would be and whether that was what he wanted but in the end agreed to his old friend's suggestion. The actor walked slowly to the door and went out into the night to find a taxi. Once the door was closed, Clive came right up close to Tom and cupped the younger man's crotch in one hand and whispered,
"I've been wanting to do that all evening, ever since I saw you. I hope we're not both too drunk to do be able to do something about it. No, I can feel your cock beginning to harden as I touch you. It really will be just like old times!!"
The instant he felt Clive's hand on his trousers, Tom sobered up and a strange feeling ran through his body as years of frustration and desire moulded into the moment and he surrendered to his friend's advance. It was only a few moments later and still with them standing in the middle of the main room in the house that the two men were naked and reminding each other of the bodies they had once known so intimately. Both men had put on some weight but the years had not been unkind to either of them. Clive took hold of Tom's prick and ran his fingers along the length of the hard shaft and round the underside of the rim of the exposed glans giving the velvety cut head a gentle squeeze. In response Tom did the same to his friend's cock although he had to gently roll back the foreskin to expose the sensitive pink head that lay under its protection. At this point each man hesitated but finally it was Clive who sank to his knees and began to lick his tongue from Tom's piss slit to his balls and was rewarded with a loud sigh of pleasure from his former schoolboy lover.
In the old days, Clive had been largely passive during their sessions at school preferring to be wanked and to watch as his friend tossed himself off after the older boy had shot his load. There were times when they had each wanked the other but they had only once sucked each other and although Tom would have like to do it more they never did so. This day was different. Clive had more confidence and was taking the lead and appeared to know exactly what he wanted and was determined to get it. After several moments during which the birthday boy had deep throated his friend, Clive eventually stood up and made it clear that he hoped that Tom would reciprocate. Tom went down on the uncut cock and showed that despite being out of practice he knew how to pleasure another man's dick by paying particular attention to the sensitive area of the frenum with his tongue and gripping the head of the cock firmly with his lips. Clive was now moaning loudly and begged his friend to stick his fingers inside him. Tom obliged and found that his finger slipped inside Clive's love hole easily and he quickly found and began to stimulate the older man's prostate. The response from the older man was a loud moan that was followed by a steady invasion of Tom's mouth as Clive gradually forced his shaft deeper past the sucking lips towards his friend's throat. As it had been such a long time since Tom had sucked anyone's cock, he gagged early forcing his partner to pull back but then Clive tried again and this time his old friend managed to take it into his throat. Clive began to face fuck with increasing speed as Tom sucked his shaft, played with his balls and fingered his hole. It was not long before the birthday boy was gasping for breath and had to pull out his cock just in time to cover Tom's face with several volleys of hot cum.
As he shot his load, Clive said between moans of pleasure,
"God, Tom, I needed that. It was the best birthday present I've had so far!! Now make it really a day to remember and shove that prick of yours up my hole and give me a good long fucking!!"
Clive was still fighting for breath but managed to position himself so that Tom could easily enter him and this the younger man did, experiencing a thrilling moment as the tip of the exposed head of his dick made first contact with the loose hole. In seconds, the head was through and pushing on deeper inside Clive's love tunnel and bringing a shout of pleasure as he brushed the prostate. It was obvious to Tom that his was by no means the first cock to have travelled this way but he was past caring and began to slowly and steadily move his aching rock hard prick in and out. It was only a short time before Tom felt the familiar signals of impending orgasm as his balls and cock shaft began to tingle and the cream started to churn. The rushing sensation as his spunk travelled along his shaft forced the younger man to withdraw very quickly and, just in time, because no sooner was he free from the confines of his friend's arse than Tom's load splattered out and landed on Clive's arched back.
Both men were sweating and breathing heavily from their exertions and slumped down together on the floor. When at last they were able to speak, it was Clive that gave voice to his feelings first,
"Thanks Tom. As I said this was the best birthday present of all, having you at the party and having you here right now. I've always wanted to get in touch again but work and others things got in the way but now we have met again I hope that we can continue to see each other regularly!"
Tom grinned and replied,
"You know I'd love to do that when both our commitments permit."
Over the next few years, whenever their timetable of activities allowed them to, Clive and Tom met and continued to develop their relationship. Tom also found that he was more relaxed and, although he continued to write and lecture he was a much happier person to deal with. His half-sister noticed the change and so did her family who began to find their uncle easier to get on with. Tom encouraged the children in their studies and was pleased when they all went to university, especially Michael who gained an excellent degree from the London School of economics before landing a plum job in the City, Tom was visiting his sister when the news of the new job was announced and could not help smiling when his nephew gave the details,
"I'm going to be working in the office of the company chairman and doing special projects with him. Yes, he told me himself. He's called Clive Stewart and he seems very kind and friendly and I can't wait to get started."
Tom smiled to himself and wondered how soon it would be before the full nature of Clive's `special projects' would become clear and how soon it would be before he would encounter his nephew in rather different but equally enjoyable circumstances.
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