Tale of Two Englishmen

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Malcolm's Boys

Resume:- This story is a sequel to a Tale of Two Englishmen, which can be found in the Relationships section. Though it is not essential to have a read the first story, to have done so will probably add to the enjoyment and understanding of this story.

Malcolm Pridham and Simon live in the village of Whitgest, about twenty miles north of London. They are both married, retired in their 60s. Simon and his wife Patricia moved into the village about six years before. Malcolm and Simon became friends, sharing a love for the game of cricket. But only after knowing each other for eighteen months, they eventually discover that they are both gay. They have a rapturous coming together.

Malcolm's Boys Part 1. Wednesday 15th June 2005

Two cars make their way along Beechlands Way, York. They both turn into the short driveway outside number 37. A man emerges from the first car and makes his way to the front door. He uses a key and opens the front door of the house. He enters and holds the door open for the driver of the second car to enter. The first man closes the front door, and the two men give each other a strong hug and exchange passionate kisses. The first man, the house owner, is called Kevin. The second man is called Bill.

Both men work for the same engineering firm on the outskirts of York. Bill is married, with two young children. Kevin Pridham is also married with a child due to arrive early in October.

Bill has known from his early teenage years that he has a strong sexual inclination towards his own sex. He had married hoping that marriage would be a way of dealing with the strong, and often irresistible, desires that he possesses. He had soon realised that it did not work that way.

Kevin's story is very different. It had been a few years before, when he was working for three months in New Zealand that he had had his first sexual relationship with a man. When he returned to his job in York Bill had picked up the vibes that suggested that Kevin was different. His gaydar told him that Kevin was like himself. Three months later they had their first fondle and kiss in a car one cold wet February day. Their friendship soon became intimate. Unfortunately because of their domestic attachments, the occasions of their getting together tend to be rushed and furtive.

So it is on this Wednesday afternoon in June 2005. It had been one of the rare occasions when their work took both of them together out of the office.

They had completed the work quicker than they had expected. They had some free time.

"Katie's at work. Let's go back to my place for a couple of hours," had suggested Kevin. "We can still get back to the office by 4.00."

So the two of them come to be in the hallway of Kevin's home. It is not the first time that they have used Kevin's home for an assignation.

"Drink, or straight upstairs?" asks Kevin.

Bill grins. "First things first. Straight upstairs."

Kevin leads the way up the stairs, and into the small bedroom that is only used occasionally for sleeping a guest. There is a single bed. The curtains are already pulled across to keep out the strong summer sun.

The two men resume their hugging and kissing. Kevin begins to undo Bill's shirt buttons so that his hand can slip in and feel his hairy chest. He finds a nipple and rubs it. Bill responds by thrusting his groin harder into Kevin. Two hard cocks feel each other through all the layers of clothing.

The two men break apart and undress quickly. Their clothes are left strewn untidily around the room.

Bill goes down onto his knees and pulls Kevin closer. He guides Kevin's cock into his mouth, and uses his tongue to stroke and stimulate even further. One hand reaches round and feels Kevin's buttocks, the other gently strokes Kevin's balls.

Kevin pulls away. "Do that much longer, and you'll get a mouthful."

"That's what I want."

"But not that quickly."

Kevin pulls the duvet off the bed, and gets onto the bed. Bill joins him. Their love making is hurried because they know they have not got long. By an unspoken agreement both know that this is not to be an occasion for full penetration. It is half an hour later, when Bill is lying on top of Kevin, with his cock on Kevin's stomach and Kevin's cock is behind his balls gripped strongly by his thighs, that Bill succeeds in bringing them both to a simultaneous climax. Kevin shoots into the air, and the cum lands all over Bill's buttocks; while Bill's jets out all over Kevin's stomach.

They lie together for five minutes in the warm afterglow. They kiss softly.

"I suppose we must be going," says Bill.

Kevin had placed a hand towel by the bed, and with it they clean themselves up, get off the bed, sort out the tangle of clothes and get dressed.

"You go on back to work." says Kevin, "While I clear up here."

They go down stairs and Kevin sees Bill out of the house. He is just about to go upstairs when the telephone rings. He goes into the room where the phone is situated and answers it. It is one of those salesmen calls. Kevin listens for about a minute, before politely breaking off the conversation and replacing the receiver.

It is now that he hears a key in the lock of the front door. "Hi Kev, what are you doing home?"

"Just called in, got to go back to work."

"Hold on a mo. I need the loo."

There is the sound of Katie going upstairs. Kevin turns pale. Has he closed the door of the small bedroom. If he has, then all might still be safe. If he has not, Katie will wonder why it is open, and looking in she will see the bed in disarray, and wonder why. He thinks for a fleeting moment of dashing up stairs, to make sure the door is shut. He stands in two minds at the foot of the stairs. He hears the toilet flush, and a door open. It is now too late.

"Kev, why is the door of the small bedroom open?" comes Katie's voice from upstairs.

There is a moment of silence.

"Kevin, what's going on. Why is the bed all disturbed? ...... Why can I smell semen in there? Then much louder "Kevin, are you having an affair. Was that some woman of yours I saw leaving as I came up the road? Is it Mandy?"

Very slowly Kevin went up the stairs. "No, it was not Mandy."

"Who was it? Do I know her?"

"It was not a her, it was a him."

"Who was in that car." Katie stamped her foot.

"He's called Bill," said Malcolm very softly.

"A man? You were having sex with a man?"

Kevin nods sheepishly.

"Are you gay?"

Kevin nods reluctantly.

Katie steps up to Kevin and slaps him hard on the face. "How disgusting! In our home! If that's how you use it, then you can get out. Now!"

Further south the evening of Wednesday 15th June 2005, was warm and sunny.

The English countryside was at its summer best. Malcolm and Janice Pridham were relieved that the weather was on their side this year for this particular barbecue, when they entertained some of the more prominent members of their village community. Simon and his wife, Patricia, were the first to arrive at the Pridham's barbecue. That had been arranged. Malcolm had asked Simon to come early to help with the actual barbecue, and Janice could do with some help with the salads and crockery. Patricia stopped in the kitchen, and Simon made his way through into the garden where Malcolm was struggling to get the charcoal burning properly.

"Why don't these damn things catch light easily when you especially want things to go well. Just my luck that it would prove awkward this evening."

"Sod's law," said Simon. He came up behind Malcolm, and when he had made sure no one could see, gave Malcolm's bum a gentle squeeze.

"You can give me a lot more of that any time," said Malcolm.

"I'd like to give you a proper hug, but I think that might be seen from the kitchen window."

Simon and Malcolm had met five years before at the Millennium village fireworks. Over the months they had become friends. They had soon discovered that they both had a great love of the game of cricket. It had taken them much longer to discover that they both were sexually attracted to the male sex. They had been up in Manchester for a couple of days watching cricket. Only when they were in an Indian restaurant, served by a very sexy young Indian waiter, that they both had realised it. They had had two nights together relieving their pent-up sexual emotions, and rejoicing in this additional factor they had in common.

Over the intervening years if had been a question of seizing every opportunity to be safely alone together. They had continued to have a couple of days away at Test matches. Their wives had become good friends and they went up to London from time to time to shop and go to a show, neither of which attracted their husbands, but which gave them an opportunity to spend at least a night together.

"I just wish there was somewhere we could go regularly," said Malcolm, after one particularly period without any real opportunity.

"I suppose we could both get away and go to a sauna, and just use one of their so called rest rooms."

"That's sounds a great idea. I am sure we can find a good reason to get away together for an afternoon and or evening."

"Trouble is, since being retired Patricia wants to do everything with me."

"I know. But I am sure we could arrange it without arousing the suspicion of the women. We just need to find some activity that they do not like, and get involved."

After some thought they came up with an idea. They were both interested in computers, and both wives were definitely not. They went into Luton on computer business. There they met a fictitious man called Fred, who had been known to both of them. Fred had worked on the computers where Simon had worked in London, and also as he lived in Luton was known to Malcolm. They now had their excuse to get away from time to time - they were going to see Fred. Sometimes they needed to see Fred about some computer problem. Sometimes Fred was offering to show them some new computer software. Their wives accepted the existence of Fred without any question. So over the years, from time to time, Fred was visited, but Fred was the Greenhouse Sauna in Luton. There they would avail themselves of all the facilities, but spend most of the time in one of the so called `rest rooms'.

But back home in Whitgest, both knew they had to be very circumspect. The circles in which both couples moved were homophobic. They had both experienced something of the homophobia of the inhabitants, both in the local pub, and with some of the more wealthy inhabitants, some of whom were coming to the barbecue that evening.

The friendship of the two men was thoroughly approved of by their wives. It got them from under their feet and as such was a good thing, except when they were wanted to do something. They had also got into the habit of speaking to each other briefly on their mobiles just before going to bed, if they had not been with each other during the evening. If one phoned when the other was with his wife, then a code word was used, to warn of the situation.

"You two, are like a couple of young teenage girls, always wanting to be talking to each other, even if you've seen each other during the day," was Janice, Malcolm's wife's comment.

"You seem a lot closer to Mal since you went to that Test Match," was Patricia's verdict, soon after their first visit to Manchester.

On the evening of the barbecue Malcolm whispered in Simon's ear, "I don't know about you, Si, it's a good five weeks since we had any good time together, and it is another four or five weeks until we get away to the first Test match that's out of London. I think we need to pay Fred a visit.

I'm getting desperate"

"I know. I get a hard on every time I see you."

Malcolm reached over and groped at Simon's crotch. "So it seems."

They moved closer so that they could both feel each other.

"You're just making me more horny than ever. There'll be a wet patch on my shorts if you carry on much longer."

"Say it is some grease from the meat."

"I suppose that's true. It's my meat that's producing it."

"What are you two men up to?" came Janice's voice.

"I bet their conspiring something against us," came Patricia's at the same moment.

Malcolm and Simon sprung apart.

"You two look guilty," said Patricia.

"Like a couple of naughty school boys," added Janice with a laugh.

"We're just plotting to get away from you two; to be boys together."

"That's okay by us, isn't it Tricia," said Janice. "If you don't want us around, go off and do your silly boy things."

"We might," said Simon.

"Seriously, how are you men folk managing with the barbecue?"

"Charcoal's burning nicely, now. I reckon we're already to start cooking, don't you Si."

"Yes, if these women'll leave us to get on with it."

"Isn't it strange. These men who refuse to have anything to do with cooking in a kitchen, insist that they are the only experts when it comes to cooking outside." said Janice.

"I think it shows that all men are basically cavemen! Let's leave them to it," added Patricia.

The women went back into the house.

"I've got something to show you, Tricia. We've got a moment or two." Janice led the way into the hall. "I've made a collage of photos of the all the family."

"Now remind me, who's who. I haven't got all your grandchildren clear in my mind with the correct parents."

They stood in front of the collage which filled a large sized picture frame with a host of family photos. Janice pointed to a picture of three boy toddlers. "There are the boys, Michael the oldest, Stephen in the middle, and then my baby Kevin, - only I must let him know that I called him my baby."

"They've all got Malcolm's red hair."

"Yes, they've more than a fair share of his genes. Same coloured hair, same coloured eyes, and the same sturdy build." She pointed to three other photos of the boys in their early teens and one of them in cricket whites. "That was taken when Kevin, the youngest, took five wickets."

She pointed to another photo, "That is a recent one of Michael, the oldest, with his wife Katie, and their three: Jonathan, Abigail and Thomas. This is Stephen with Paula, they have two, a girl Zoe and a boy Mark. This is Kevin with Katie. She is expecting in the autumn." They continued to look at all the photographs, making comments on family likenesses, and Janice adding other snippets of information. She was obviously very proud of her boys, and their families.

"Do they all live fairly near?" asked Patricia.

"Michael, the oldest one has taken over the business, and he lives the other side of Luton. Stephen and Paula live in Baldock, but I'm afraid my darling Kevin and Katie live in York. It is such a long way away."

"Do you see much of them?" asked Patricia

"We've been up to stay with them several times, and they come down here for Christmas and Easter, and usually sometime in the late summer."

"Do you often get together as a complete family nowadays?"

"Always at Christmas. But Kevin and Katie are coming down, for a long weekend, the weekend after next. We are planning to have a family barbecue while they are here."

"That'll be nice!"

They were interrupted when the door bell rang. The other guests were beginning to arrive. They all went to each other's dinner parties and other social activities. They all lived in the Hertfordshire village of Whitgest. There was Arthur and Elsie Kimpton, he was a retired banker. There was Bruce and Helen Perkins. Bruce was the Church of England vicar of the parish. At a dinner party some years year before, and since, he had revealed himself as a hard liner when it came to homosexuality. Then there was Bill and Margaret Hurst, who had been out to Australia, and had been scandalised at the gay life to be found in Sydney. Finally there was Reginald and Barbara Ironside. Reginald was a retired Lieutenant Colonel, and in the earlier conversation had said that he regarded shooting a suitable sentence on those found guilty of homosexual behaviour.

They all went through into the garden. Simon and Patricia were the more recent members of the village community, but they all knew each other. It was a beautiful summer's evening. The air was warm, and there was no wind.

Malcolm and Janice had worked hard on the garden. The lawn was perfectly mown, with not a weed in it. The roses and herbaceous borders were in full bloom. Malcolm took over, seeing that everybody had a drink, while Simon continued to watch over the barbecue.

While they sipped their drinks the party formed into two groups, one male and the other female, and initially both discussing the latest village gossip.

The men stood close to the actual barbecue and were soon discussing the iniquities of the Blair government.

"What I cannot stand about this government is not its economic policy," pontificated Reginald Ironside, "Or giving home rule to the barbarians in the north, but it has got bloody, {pardon my French, Padre} poofter in the cabinet. I ask you! The degeneracy of this nation."

Malcolm thought, `Here we go again.' Fortunately he had warned Simon about the sexual attitudes of the other guests. They caught each other's eyes and quickly glanced heavenwards.

The women moved on and were now discussing their families, and Janice was persuaded to bring out the collage of the family that she had made. Simon and Tricia were the only ones who did not know the Pridham boys, as they had been in the village such a short time. Michael, Stephen and Kevin were all known to the others, and their wives only a little less so. There were enquiries about Tricia's family, and she told them about her girls.

Simon said the meat was now cooked, and they all started collecting their food and drifting off to various seats to eat, drink, and talk.

"Malcolm tells me you are good with computers," said Bruce, the vicar to Simon.

"I don't know about that!" replied Simon with a smile. "Though he hasn't stumped me yet."

"I'm always getting in a tangle with mine. It seems to have a mind of its own at times."

Simon laughed. "I think they all seem to have that."

"If I get desperate can I call on you for help?"

"You can. But I am not a professional. You do so at your own risk."

Malcolm was deep in conversation with Arthur Kimpton about the cricket scores.

Reginald Ironside was talking to Bill Hurst about his army days, and the importance of discipline. Bill just listened and nodded. To disagree with Reginald was dangerous, and to pass any comment was risky.

They all ate well. The evening was still and warm, and they watched the sun sink down behind the woods. None of the ladies felt cold, and none asked their husband to go to the car and collect their jacket or stole. Malcolm put on some outside lights. It grew darker and there were the occasional bats flying around.

The telephone rang.

"I'll answer it," said Janice jumping up.

"I'd leave it," said Malcolm. "Whoever it is will ring back if it's important."

"It's because it may be important that I am going to answer it," said Janice over her shoulder as she went back into the house.

Those seated around outside sat for a moment in silence, and then the conversation resumed where it had left off. It was such a pleasant evening, and everyone was feeling so comfortable that no one wanted to be the one to make the first move and break the party up.

After several minutes' Janice returned to the group. Her face was ashen white, as though she had received a shock.

"What's the matter, Janice?" asked Helen, the Vicar's wife. "You look as though you've seen a ghost."

Everyone's attention turned towards Janice.

"Who was it, love?" asked Malcolm, there was a note of concern in his voice.

"It was Katie. Kevin, our youngest's wife," she added by way of explanation to all present.

"What was it? Kev had an accident, or something?" asked Malcolm with a mounting note of concern in his voice.

"It was some thing worse than that." Janice buried her head in her hands. Now Janice was a woman in her early sixties. She had faced the usual crises of domestic life with a calm efficiency. Malcolm knew her as a fairly unemotional woman. It was obvious that the phone call had brought some exceptional item of news .

"What was it, dear?" Malcolm went across and knelt beside her.

"Oh it's so terrible. I'm so ashamed."

"Ashamed!" said Malcolm with surprise. "What's happened then. Kev been arrested? Not drugs?"

"No, in some ways something worse!"

Janice looked around at her assembled guests. There was a look on her face as though she wished she was any where other than in her own garden among friends. Janice realised she would have to say something. She realised too that what she said would be right round the village before you could say `Jack Robinson'. She was essentially a truthful person, the thought of lying was not in her, and some evasive answer just did not, or would not, enter her head. So she thought it was better to tell the truth.

"It was Katie on the phone. She came home from work earlier than usual. She's found out something about Kevin." She paused, and looked around. There was panic and shame in her eyes. "She's discovered that Kevin's been having an affair. Having sex in their house. With another man!"

There were audible gaps of horror and disgust from most of their guests.

"Oh it's so terrible. I am so ashamed. My Kevin!"

All present muttered some rather platitudinous words, of shock, or sympathy, or both. Janice buried her head in her hands. Malcolm put his arm round her, but looked up at Simon for a fleeting moment. They caught each other's glance.

No one really knew what to say. It was getting late anyway. All the guests left muttering their farewells and making a quick and quiet get away. While Janice was saying goodbye to some of their guests Malcolm managed to have a quick word with Simon, "I'll try and phone you later."

Janice and Malcolm were left alone in the garden.

"What exactly did Katie say?"

"She had been at work. She had told Kev that she would be home about 5.30."

"So what time was it when she got home?"

"About 3.30 I think. She thought Kev would still be at work. As she drove along the road towards their house, she thought she saw a car turning out of their little driveway. She wondered who it was, thought for a moment it was a burglar. But when she turned in she saw that Kev's car was parked there.

She went in. She called out to Kev. He was in the back room on the phone or something. She was desperate for the loo, and dashed upstairs. She saw that the door of the small spare bedroom, you know the one they rarely use, was open. She went to shut the door, but first glanced in. The bed was in a dishevelled state, and there was a smell that she did not at first identify. She called out to Kevin, and then recognised the smell.

It was the smell of semen! She said that Kevin came very slowly and sheepishly upstairs. What's been going on, Kev?' she asked. You having an affair with another woman?' She says he shook his head. Then she remembered the car that was leaving as she came along the road. Who was in the car that left here just before I got back?' Kevin was a long time answering A chap called Bill.' And what were you doing up here? I recognise the smell, Kev.' He just hung his head in shame. So she asked direct, Were you having sex together?' He just nodded."

"What did Katie do?" asked Malcolm.

"She slapped his face and said `I want you out of here'."

"So what happened then?"

"Kevin packed a case and left. She rang her parents. They are with her now. Between them they decided that she should ring us."

Malcolm and Janice stood looking at each other, neither knowing what to say.

"What do you think we ought to do?" asked Malcolm after a while.

"I think we need to get up there as soon as possible."

"Tonight?"

"No, its far too late. We're both tired; and you've had several glasses of wine. We must go first thing in the morning. You need to talk some sense and decency into your son, and I will try to comfort Katie."

They continued to talk, going over what had happened several times. Eventually Janice made the decision to go to bed. She went upstairs first, and while she was in the bathroom Mal phoned Simon. ***

Simon was in bed, waiting for the call. As he slept in a separate bedroom Pat would not know that he was talking unless he spoke loudly.

Si:- That was a bombshell!

Mal:- Say that again.

Si:- What're you going to do?

Mal:- We've decided to go up to York tomorrow. Katie's parents are with her now, so she's not alone. We'll get away as soon after breakfast as we can.

Si:- Had you any idea that Kev was one of us?

Mal:- None at all. Complete bolt from the blue.

Si:- How's Janice taking it?

Mal:- Badly, very badly as you saw.

Si:- You'll be having to watch every word that you say.

Mal:- How? What way?

Si:- What line are you going to take. Are you going to be understanding of Kev, or are you going to be condemnatory as the majority of this homophobic village seem to be?

Mal:- I haven't really thought that one through. I cannot be condemnatory, that'd make me a two-faced hypocrite. I expect I'll just keep quiet. We've just been talking about Katie, we've hardly considered Kev's position. I reckon that'll come tomorrow. Thanks for warning me.

Si:- I'll be thinking of you.

Mal:- I must be going. Janice is coming out of the bathroom, and I must get upstairs. Bye.

Si:- Bye.

Neither Malcolm, Patricia, or Simon slept very much that night.

Another person who had a restless night was Kevin Pridham. He spent most of the evening, and a large part of the night. sitting on the edge of the bed in the rather sparsely furnished room of a motel on the outskirts of York. His head was buried in his hands. In the course of two hours his whole world had fallen apart. In the middle of the afternoon he had been a securely married man, with a devoted wife, in a good job, with good promotional prospects in front of him. There was a man with whom he had made love a number of times. Now there was a question mark over everything.

A gamut of conflicting emotions boiled within him.

He was angry with himself for being so foolish as to take Bill back home. But he'd done it before. They had found they were able to relax and be comfortable together at his house in a way that they were unable to be in some secluded spot, or in a room like the one he was in at the moment.

He felt ashamed and guilty. He had had a fairly strict upbringing back home in Whitgest. He had been taken to church by his parents, though his father was a slightly more irregular attender than his mother. Kevin knew the line that the vicar Bruce Perkins took on the issue of homosexuality. Bruce was a member of one of the more fundamentalist evangelical groupings in the Church of England. Kevin felt that he would never again be able to show his face in his home village. Then there were his parents. They would have to know; they probably already knew. Katie would have been sure to have phoned them and told them what had happened. What on earth would he ever be able to say to his mother and father? Even if they tried, they would never understand. There were also his two brothers, Michael and Stephen. They would never comprehend, not in a month of Sundays.

There was also regret. Why had he got married at all? His story was like that of so many men. Any attraction he may have had in his early teens for other boys was minimal. There had been the usual lot of talk, but in his early teens all the action for Kevin was by himself. All too quickly he and his contemporaries were into girls. His brothers got married, and it was an unspoken presumption on behalf of his parents that at some stage he would meet the right girl and get married. He met Katie at a works dinner and dance. He liked her. They got on well. There seemed to be no reason at all why he should not marry. His first sexual experience with another man had been on a work visit of three months to New Zealand, a couple of years before. But once he had tasted the joy of man to man sex, he knew that that was what he really wanted. It was what fulfilled him, gave him a satisfaction that poor Katie had never been able to provide. He had met Bill at work back in the UK. There seemed to be a mutual attraction from the start, though it was over a year before they came out to each other, and another three months before anything sexual had happened.

Then there was the baby now on the way. Because of his uncertainties about his sexual orientation he had not wanted them to have a child. But now Katie was pregnant, he was going to be a father, and that was that, he could do nothing about it.

He thought over what he should do. He considered phoning Bill. But Bill was married, with a couple of young children. It would be hard and grossly unfair to run the risk of dragging him into the mire. Anyway he could speak to Bill tomorrow. If he decided to go into work.

His immediate desire was to get right away. He knew that he would have no difficulty in finding another job. Men with his qualifications were needed almost everywhere. The situations vacant pages of the Times and the Guardian showed that. He thought that he would have a day, possibly two days, before Katie began seeing if he had gone into work. He wondered if he could hand in his resignation, and get out of his job before the balloon went up at work. He was pretty sure that any enquiries that Katie made would involve her revealing what had happened that afternoon.

Slowly, as the night progressed, a plan began to form in his mind.

There will be eleven chapters. I hope to send them off to Nifty on Mondays,

Wednesdays and Fridays. [That is providing my PC cooperates!]

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