The Conversion

Conversion

By Adam Stewart

Dillon sat bent over on his bed with his head in his hands. He couldn't see a way out of the situation he was in and tried to think of ways he could end it all because his life wasn't worth living. He was sixteen and had known he was gay from a young child. His parents were Ugandan and had fled from their home country when Idi Amin came into power in 1971. They were in their early twenties and knew there had to be a better life elsewhere, so emigrated to England and settled just outside Northampton.

Being an entrepreneur, Dillon's father purchased a failing fruit farm and spent the next ten years developing the business. They were desperate to start a family, but fate wasn't on their side. The first child was stillborn and the second died at the age of three having been born with a weak heart. They resigned themselves to not having children, but a miracle happened, and Dillon was born several years later.

Having a son who could take over the fruit farm one day was all that Dillon's father thought about but Dillon wasn't the slightest bit interested. His joy in life was music and he persuaded his mother to purchase a piano. He was a natural and soon became a proficient pianist after a few lessons with a piano teacher. His father was convinced it was just a fad and his son would want to learn about the business so he could take over when the time came.

Dillon, meanwhile, was in a relationship with Damian. They'd met at school and grown up together. They loved each other and imagined living together in due course. Damian wasn't academic but he was good with his hands and wanted to learn a trade, but his parents were poor, and he had to earn money as soon as he could. Both were just seventeen when disaster happened.

"What the fuck" Dillon's father exploded as he saw the two naked lads on Dillon's bed having sex. He'd barged into his son bedroom without knocking so the lads just stared at him.

"Get the fuck out of here, you bent bastard" he told Damian. "And never come into my house again. In fact, you're banned from seeing my son ever again."

Dillon tried to argue but his father was a big man and one strike from him sent him flying onto the floor. Damian hastily got dressed and made a quick exit.

"Get dressed. I want to see you downstairs in five minutes" Dillon's father shouted at him. Dillon did so, knowing all hell would break out now because his father was a typical heterosexual who couldn't understand any man having sex with another.

Dillon took his time getting dressed desperately trying to decide how he'd explain what his father had seen. Eventually, he slowly made his way downstairs to find his father on the phone.

"Thank you, Padre. I'll contact him immediately."

Dillon's heart sank. He knew his father was deeply religious and his mind went into overdrive.

"Go and sit in the kitchen and don't move until I've made this phone call."

Dillon did as instructed and sat watching his mother make pastry for the meat pie they'd be eating later. His mother was weak and followed her husband in whatever he said. She just looked at him with little emotion.

"Your father will sort things out for you, son" was all she said. He looked at her with tears in his eyes. The thought of being banned from seeing Damian again was unbearable. Several minutes later, his father bellowed from the other room to join him.

"Sit" he instructed in a harsh voice. "I know it's not your fault, but you've been led down a path of sin by that pervert but fear not, I've found a perfect solution. I've booked you into a retreat which will help you clear your mind of this revolting thing that's led you into sin. God will help you, son."

"But I" Dillon started to say before his father intervened and stopped him.

"It's okay. I don't blame you. You're a good person inside. It's that deviant boy whose led you down the wrong path, but the Reverend Parker will show you how to return to a normal life. You'll commence the month's session tomorrow, so go and pack your things."

"I don't want to go to this place. And what about school?" Dillon replied.

"You'll do as I say. I'll deal with your school. You've only got another few weeks before you leave."

"But I'll miss my final exams."

"You don't need exams to run a fruit farm. I'll teach you all you need to know."

Dillon's heart sank. He knew from experience that there was no point in arguing with his father because it always ended up with him physically beating his son into what he demanded. Dillon stood up and walked back to his room where he sat on the bed trying to decide how he could get away from the man he hated.

"The bastard is sending me to a fucking conversion therapy retreat" Dillon whispered into his phone.

"Conversion therapy. That's a load of crap. I'm so sorry. I feel it's all my fault" Damian replied.

"It's not. Neither of us are to blame. My fucking father is so fucking stupid that he really believes that you can make someone gay, and you can be made straight. I hope it's costing him a shitload of money because it'll be a fucking waste of time."

"So, you're really going" Damian cried. "I shall miss you so much."

"At first, I thought about topping myself but decided why should I ruin my life when I can ruin his when he realises, he's wasted his money."

"We could run away together" Damian replied.

"Thought of that but he'd only send someone to find me and drag me back and I don't intend living the rest of my life looking over my shoulder. So, I'll attend this fucking retreat and make hell whilst I'm there. With luck this ignorant Reverend Parker will tell my stupid father that I'm a lost cause."

"I admire you. You're braver than me. I love you so much" Damian cried.

"Love you too and I'll keep in touch whilst I'm there."

"Be careful they don't confiscate your phone."

Dillon chuckled. "Already thought of that and where I can hide it. And don't blame yourself about this. He had to find out at some point and finding me fucking the guy I love was the best way."

Damian laughed. "Love you."

The following morning, Dillon packed his case and hid his phone before going downstairs.

"Breakfast is ready" his mother told him.

"Don't want any. Besides, I'll never forgive either of you for what you're making me do so I certainly don't want to sit with you. Tell him I'll be sitting in the car."

His mother gasped and rushed towards him, but he put his hand up to stop her. He turned, walked out to his father's car and climbed into the back.

Twenty minutes later, his father appeared. "What the fuck are you doing in the back. Get in the front."

Dillon ignored him and looked out of the window into the distance. His father looked at him and decided to get into the driver's seat.

"This is for your own good" he said as he started the engine. "You'll thank me when you return home a normal guy and these vile thoughts have been wiped from your mind."

Dillon again ignored him and looked out of the window. His father eventually got the message and they travelled in silence. The retreat was in the depths of Suffolk and took almost two hours to get there. During the journey his father made several attempts to engage in conversation, but Dillon said nothing and closed his mind.

They eventually pulled up in front of a large house within its own grounds. As soon as the car was stationary, Dillon got out, grabbed his suitcase and walked up to the front door without turning back. His father got out and started to follow him. The door suddenly opened, and a guy welcomed him.

"Come on inside" he said. "I'm Harry Turner, the Reverend's assistant." Dillon's father was now standing on the steps.

"I think it best that you leave now" Harry told Dillon's father. Seeing the front door close and his son gone, he reluctantly turned and got back into the car to drive off. For a brief moment he had doubts about what he'd done but soon convinced himself that it was the best option for Dillon because he'd eventually return home a `proper' man.

As expected, the first thing Dillon was asked to do was handover his mobile phone. He'd prepared for this and handed over an old phone he'd used before his current iPhone. Harry just took it and placed it into an envelope with Dillon's name on it.

"It will be returned when you leave the retreat. We hold them to stop the temptation to call a gay friend."

Dillon said nothing and just stood there. He was next asked to open his suitcase so Harry could inspect its contents. Finding no gay porn or other communication devices, he closed it again.

"I'll take you to see Reverend Parker and then to your room."

Dillon followed him without a word.

"Ah, Dillon, come on in. Welcome to our retreat" Parker enthused as Harry left and closed the office door behind him. "Please, sit down. We so hope you'll be happy here and return home free of bad thoughts."

"Why should I be happy here when I've had no choice in the matter?"

"Your father knows best for you."

"How? He's not gay and in love with someone."

"Ah, but that's why you're here. To cleanse your mind of these unwise thoughts."

"What unwise thoughts?" Dillon replied just to wind Parker up.

"Let's not talk about that now. They'll be plenty of time to cover these points later during our sessions. What I want to do now is explain how we operate and our rules. First, you must never leave the grounds, but you can go for walks within them."

"I'm being imprisoned then" Dillon replied passively.

"Of course not. You're free to go home at anytime."

"Good. In that case I will leave now because I never agreed to come here" Dillon replied and stood up to leave.

"Ah, well, you must complete at least one month. Your father has paid for that in advance."

Dillon laughed. "I don't care a fuck what my father has paid. If he's stupid enough to pay your idiotic retreat hard-earned money, that's his problem, not mine."

"I'm afraid it's not as simple as that. Your father has agreed a contract with us, and you're not allowed to go home during your period of treatment."

"So, I am being held here against my will and this place is a prison. Make up your mind."

Parker sighed not sure how to answer. Instead, he detailed the daily routine which included going to bed by no later than ten-thirty, getting up at seven and joining the others for three meals a day in the dining room.

"The mornings are spent in group session with me, and the afternoons are for you to reflect on what we've discussed and learn how to comply, plus exercise in the grounds. Each Sunday you're required to attend chapel morning and evening. On one day each week I will have a one-to-one session with you to see how you're progressing. Do you have any questions arising from those items?"

"Yes. How many others are here?"

"Currently ten including you."

"And at the end of the month I'm free to go home?"

"Well, yes, subject to me being satisfied that your thoughts have been cleansed."

"And if they haven't, what happens then? Public whipping whilst naked?" Dillon replied with a straight face.

"Um, no. I'll discuss with your father how to proceed and what's best for you."

Dillon laughed. "He's a moron, so hasn't a clue what's best for me. What you're really saying is you'll cheat him out of more money."

Parker didn't respond and rang a bell for Harry to return. "Show Dillon his room, would you please, Harry."

"How do we address you?" Dillon asked as he stood up again.

"Reverend."

"And what do we call you?" he asked Harry once standing in the large hallway. "Sir, Your Lordship, or what?" he laughed.

"Harry will suffice. You should also show more respect to your elders."

Dillon laughed. "Respect? After being dragged here by my father without my agreement and who's never shown me any respect or taken into account my feelings my whole life."

Harry continued upstairs without responding. "This one's going to be a challenge" he thought to himself.

"You're sharing with Simon. I'll introduce you at lunchtime. Ah, there's the gong. I suggest you leave your unpacking until after lunch."

Dillon dumped his case, followed him downstairs again and into a large dining room where the other `detainees' were gathering.

"Simon. This is Dillon. He's your roommate."

They sat down at the table with the other eight and introduced one another.

"How long have you been here?" Dillon asked.

"Two days" Simon replied. "It's fucking stupid. If they think they're going to make me straight, they're fucking stupid" he laughed.

Dillon agreed and explained his father had sent him without his approval.

"Same here. I shall never speak to him again."

Whilst they ate their light lunch, Dillon ascertained that Simon would be seventeen the following week although no celebration would be held and his father wouldn't even send him a card, let alone a present.

"My father caught me watching gay porn. He went ballistic" he laughed. "The next thing I knew was that I would be coming here to `cleanse' my evil thoughts. It's a fucking laugh and my stupid father fell for it."

Dillon asked about the others around the table and whether they too thought the whole idea of conversion therapy was stupid.

"Yeah, especially Tricia who says it's a violation of our civil rights. She's very outspoken in group sessions and tells the ignorant Reverend exactly what she thinks of his retreat. It's a big con and our ignorant parents fall for it."

Dillon was pleased to hear that others thought the same way as him and were prepared to stand up and say so. He also knew he was going to enjoy sharing a room with Simon who was very cute.

Harry appeared and told everyone to return to the session room because the Reverend wanted to speak to them before they reflected on what had been covered that morning. Dillon felt prepared to do battle or at least make life difficult for Parker.

"First of all," Parker began when everyone was seated, "I'd like to introduce Dillon, a new resident." He then asked Dillon to introduce himself and say why he'd come to the retreat.

"My name's Dillon and my father has forced me to attend this place because he's either been duped to handover hard earned money under false pretences, or he's under the mistaken illusion that having been born gay and in love with a guy, the Reverend here can make me straight."

There was a general roar of laughter from the others.

"Too fucking right" Tricia. "This place is a fucking joke. How many agreed to come here?"

Nobody said a word. "Raise your hand if you were forced to come here."

Ten people raised their hands. She glared at Parker who was clearly feeling uncomfortable.

"You must give it time. Most of you have only been here a few days. It takes a while for your mind to be cleared of deviant thoughts.

"What deviant thoughts?" Dillon asked.

"Yeah, tell us what these deviant thoughts are about" Simon added.

"Well, homosexual thoughts. They are unnatural."

"Who says?" Tricia shouted.

"God" Parker replied.

This caused a ripple of laughter.

"And where is this mythical God?" Dillon asked.

"In the heaven above."

"So, you're told what to do by some mythical figure. You're fucking mad" Tricia laughed which caused more laughter from the others.

"It's in the Lord's good book. You all have a copy in front of you" Parker replied, now wriggling in his chair.

"You mean a book that was written by some unknown idiot centuries ago" Simon replied.

"The good book tells us how to behave and lead our lives. Leviticus states that `man must not lie with man'.

"Because society was anxious about their health, continuing family lineages, and retaining the distinctiveness of Israel as a nation" Dillon replied. "You and your church may not have noticed that `man' has moved on somewhat since that was written. Electricity, cars, computers and a host of other things have come about since then. In addition, the human race has moved on with different ideas about how to react to one another. Your problem is that you're still living in the dark ages, plus you're conning ignorant people like my father to make money out of it" Dillon replied.

"Yeah, too fucking right" Tricia added which caused a stamping of feet and thumping on tables.

Before Parker had a chance to respond, Dillon asked "Have you ever been in love with a man and shown that love in a physical way?"

"Absolutely not" Parker replied.

"So how do you know it's wrong and that we have deviant and vile thoughts. You haven't a fucking clue, mate" Simon shouted which was followed by more roars of approval.

Parker was speechless. He didn't know how to respond. "I think we'll end this discussion now and continue tomorrow morning" he said before hastily leaving the room.

"You were fucking brilliant, Dillon" Tricia laughed. "That's told him what an idiot he is."

"The problem is" another person said, "according to him we can't leave because of the fucking contract our parents have signed."

"I suggest we make the most of the facilities here for the next month and have a free holiday. Let's agree that in future sessions we don't speak or answer any of his stupid questions" Tricia said.

Everyone agreed and another girl suggested they refuse to attend chapel on Sunday. "I'm not religious and don't believe in their crap, so why should we be forced to go."

"Excellent idea. Does everyone agree?" Tricia said.

Everyone said they did, so on Sundays they either stayed in their rooms or went walking in the grounds. At all future sessions nobody said anything and ignored Parker who tried everything to encourage them to talk.

After the explosive session with Parker, Dillon and Simon decided to go for the walk in the grounds. Having walked through a group of trees they saw a small cottage.

"Who the fuck lives there?" Simon exclaimed. "Can't be Parker or Turner because they live in the annex."

They decided to go and investigate having nothing else to do. As they walked towards it, a guy in his fifties appeared.

"Hello lads. I assume you're from the retreat. I'm Ted. I look after the grounds."

Both lads said they were, and Ted invited them inside for a cup of tea. They walked into the only room downstairs which contained a small kitchen and living area.

"This place is amazing" Simon exclaimed. "That must be the original range."

"It is. The cottage dates back to the early 1800's and apart from a few improvements to make life easier, it's still the same. I've lived here all my life. My father was the Lord of the Manor's head groundsmen and he employed six labourers. Now, it's just me. I took over when my father died twenty-five years ago. How are you finding the retreat?"

"It's a con" Dillon replied. Ted laughed.

"I thought that when he first arrived six months ago. The previous owner was a wealthy guy but had to move abroad so he sold the place with me in situ. Parker is stuck with me until I die or decide I've enough of his stupid ideas. You're not deeply religious, are you?"

"Fuck, no" Simon laughed. "We all think the guy is bonkers."

"Totally agree but he's making money from it by conning parents that he has the ability to change what you are. I'm not gay and have never been married and never will because I enjoy living alone but you can't change what you are."

"Absolutely" Dillon replied before taking a sip from his mug of tea.

"You're welcome to use my spare bedroom if you ever want somewhere private to enjoy yourselves, if you know what I mean" Ted grinned. "Parker and his sidekick never come here, so it's safe but keep it quiet. Only offer the facility to those I like."

They thanked him but never took up his offer.

"How many groups have been to the retreat before us?" Simon asked.

"You're the second lot. It took him two or more months to get the place ready. The last group left two weeks ago. Can't see it lasting long once word gets around."

They drank their tea and ate a piece of Ted's homemade cake whilst they talked about the house and grounds. The original part of the house dated back to the 1600's and various owners had added and improved it over the years.

"We'd better get back but thanks for the tea and cake" Dillon said.

"You're welcome any time. I enjoy passing the time of day with lads like you. I'm generally here every afternoon. I only work in the mornings. He pays me a pittance, so he gets limited work out of me" he laughed. He can't sack me because I come with the place. The Lord of the Manor wrote it into the lease that my family and offspring can live here for as long as we like."

Simon and Dillon said they'd certainly be back. When they were out of sight of the cottage, Dillon pulled out his mobile phone from its hiding place.

"How the fuck have you got that?" Simon gasped. "I had to hand mine over to Turner when I arrived."

"So did I" Dillon grinned, "but he didn't notice that I'd given him an old one with no SIM card in. I promised to call my boyfriend everyday" he added as he called Damian. He updated him on the situation, and it seemed the earliest he could get out, unless he escaped, was in a month's time.

"No problem. Once you're back we will make our way to London" Damian replied. "Love you."

"Love you too" Dillon replied with tears in his eyes. When he'd finished the call, he asked Simon if he wanted to call anyone.

"Nah. Don't have a boyfriend or anyone I can trust to call."

Dillon put an arm around him and hugged him. Simon pressed his body against Dillon's. He liked him and knew they'd be good friends.

They arrived back just in time for the dinner gong so hastily visited the bathroom before joining the others in the dining room. One guy asked where they'd been.

"Just wandering around the grounds" Simon replied but made no mention of Ted's cottage.

After their meal, they went into the games room and played table tennis and other games before making their way to bed at ten fifteen when another gong sounded to indicate it was bedtime.

Once inside their room, Simon angled a chair beneath the doorknob to stop anyone from barging in. Dillon looked at him wondering why.

"Turner came in the first night I was here with only the slightest knock, so I've blocked it from opening ever since. Don't see why he or Parker has the right to do that."

Dillon agreed as he removed his clothes and hid his phone in a place nobody would think of looking.

"I sleep naked. Hope you don't mind" Dillon grinned.

"Fuck, no. I'll do the same."

Once naked, they gazed at one another. "Fuck, you're beautiful" Simon gasped as he looked at Dillon's perfectly formed body that was smooth all over apart from the pubic hair.

"So are you" Dillon smiled and moved closer to him. They held one another and pressed their growing cocks together as they kissed. Hands explored their nakedness and tongues probed deep inside mouths. Both now had fully erect cocks which needed satisfying.

"I want you to fuck me" Simon whispered between kisses. Dillon pulled his legs up over his head and licked the exposed hole. "Fuck that feels so good."

"Hang on whilst I grab some lube."

"You've thought of everything" Simon laughed. "How the fuck did you smuggle that in?"

"Disguised it as hair gel" Dillon laughed as he got the tube from his toiletry bag. Having lubricated his stiff cock, he pressed the big black head against the yielding hole. Simon uttered a low groan as it penetrated him, but it felt good. He'd never been fucked by a black dude before. In fact, he'd only been fucked twice up to now. Dillon used long slow strokes because he wanted to enjoy the cute arse and make it last.

"Ah, fuck that feels so good" Simon whispered knowing that Turner had a habit of listening outside doors when everyone was in bed.

Ten minutes later, Dillon felt his climax coming. He made a low sound as his cock erupted and pumped ribbons of his creamy cum into the gorgeous arse.

The morning sessions with Parker turned into a disaster for him. As much as he tried, nobody would respond to his questions or homophobic advice. Instead, everyone just stared at him or looked into their laps.

At the end of his second week, Dillon was called into Parker's office.

"I wanted to assess with you how your treatment is progressing."

Dillon just looked at him and said nothing.

"Do you still have a lusting for the same sex?"

Dillon sat motionless and said nothing.

"It's important that you engage in order to gain the most out of the sessions. I also note you didn't attend chapel on Sunday. Why was that?"

"Don't believe in God and all your crap, so no point. I thought we lived in a democratic society. Does that not apply at this establishment?"

"Of course, it does" Parker replied. "I just feel you'd gain so much more if you attended and listened to the word of God."

"Anything else?" Dillon asked and stood up.

"Er, no" Parker replied, flummoxed by the behaviour of everyone because all of them had behaved in the same way and the morning sessions were not achieving anything. Dillon left smiling to himself. Simon was next and adopted the same approach.

"I'm seriously wondering if I've made a big mistake with this retreat" Parker confided with Harry Turner that evening.

"Let me have a word with them before you start tomorrow's session" Harry replied. "I'll beat them into submission."

The following morning when everyone assembled in the session room, they found Turner waiting for them.

"Why the fuck is he here?" Tricia whispered.

"Would everyone settle down please" he called. "I understand from the Reverend that none of you are participating in these sessions. It's disrespectful."

"It's a free country" Simon replied.

"Maybe, but you're here to have your wicked thoughts banished from your minds so you can lead a good life according to God's word."

Everybody laughed in his face.

"Are you a complete idiot?" Tricia replied. "We've all been forced to attend these stupid sessions and none of us are interested in your stupid religion."

"Have you ever loved a man or had sex with one?" Dillon asked.

"Of course not. It's a disgusting notion."

"Then you and the ignorant Reverend don't know what you're talking about" Tricia replied.

"Yeah, that's right" the others added in chorus.

"Come on guys, let's leave this moron to fuck himself" Tricia shouted.

Everybody stood and walked out of the room leaving Turner open mouthed not knowing how to respond.

"I vote we all leave. Parker can't stop us" Tricia told everyone once they were outside the building. "Who's in favour?"

"I am" Simon replied.

"So am I" Dillon added, and the others gave their support. Nobody had transport so Dillon agreed to order some cabs to take them to the nearest railway station. "Meet on the main landing in fifteen minutes."

"What if Parker or Turner asks what we're doing or tries to stop us?" someone asked.

"Tell them to go fuck themselves and if they physically try to stop us, say we'll call the police and complain we're being imprisoned" Tricia replied.

Everyone scooted up to their rooms and hastily packed. Dillon and Simon had agreed to extract their phones and other personal belongings that Turner had taken on arrival. "I know where he's put them" Simon whispered. They found them in a box inside a hall cupboard which wasn't locked.

When everyone was ready, they silently made their way downstairs and left as quickly as possible. There was no sign of Parker or Turner who were in the study discussing how to convert the unwilling group. Whilst they were waiting at the main gate for the three taxis that Dillon had arranged, Simon handed out the personal items to everyone.

A few minutes later they were on their way to the station laughing their heads off.

"They're gonna have a fit when they find out" Simon laughed.

"Yeah, but I've got my father to deal with when I arrive home" another said. Dillon thought the same and decided to give Damian a call on his way back.

At the railway station they all said farewell and waited for their trains.

"I can't go home. My father will kill me once he finds out I've left the retreat before the end" Simon told Dillon.

"Come with me. Mine will shout and scream but I can handle him. I'm planning to go to London with my boyfriend so you can come with us if you like."

Simon's face lit up and he kissed him not caring who saw him. Once on the train that would take them to Northampton Dillon called Damian.

"That's fucking brilliant" he screamed with delight. "Are you still planning to leave and go to London? I am if you are. I've told my folks that I'm shortly moving out and they're okay about it. One mouth less to feed, is what my dad said."

Dillon said he was and explained Simon's situation. "I've said he can join us. Is that okay?"

"Is he sexy?" Damian laughed.

"Yeah" Dillon chuckled.

"In that case he's welcome to join us" he laughed. "Oh, I'm sorry about your mum" he added.

"What about her?" Dillon asked.

"Did the fucker not contact you? Apparently, she suddenly collapsed five days ago. Heart attack, I think. I understand the funeral is tomorrow."

Dillon didn't respond for a moment. He couldn't believe his father wouldn't contact him. "No, not a word. That settles it then. We'll leave for London tomorrow. Do you know what time the funeral is being held?"

"Think it's mid morning but I'll find out from my mum."

"Could me and Simon stay tonight with you. I'll go back to the farm to collect my things whilst the bastard is at the funeral and be gone before he gets back."

"Don't you want to attend the funeral?"

"What's the point? The bastard didn't call me. Besides, she didn't support me in anything I wanted to do."

Damian sensed that his lover was upset, and he didn't blame him. "No problem. We can bunk up in my room if you don't mind three in the bed."

"Sounds good to me" Dillon chuckled.

Damian said he'd meet them at the station in his father's car. He was at work so wouldn't know and he'd passed his driving test. Dillon ended the call and sank back into his seat. Simon sensed something was wrong. When Dillon told him about his mother and how his father hadn't called him, he gasped. His own mother had died when he was twelve so knew how his new friend would be feeling. He took hold of Dillon's hand and held it in his. An elderly woman sitting diagonally opposite them smiled. She thought it sweet seeing two lads holding hands.

True to his word, Damian was waiting for them when they finally arrived in Northampton. He and Dillon kissed before Simon was introduced.

"Fuck he's gorgeous" Damian muttered before shaking Simon's hand. Within twenty minutes they arrived at Damian's home which was a small terraced house. His mother welcomed Dillon who she'd met on previous occasions and said how sorry she was about his loss.

"I can't believe your father never contacted you."

Dillon shrugged. "It's very kind of you to let us stay the night. This is Simon."

"You're both very welcome and I don't blame you, Dillon, for not wanting to go home. I understand you're both moving to London with my Damian. It'll be a great adventure for you all."

Damian took them up to his bedroom which was very small. The house only had two bedrooms, but they'd told his mother they'd manage somehow.

"You're so lucky to have parents who accept your sexuality" Simon said.

Damian laughed, remembering the day he decided to tell them he was gay. "I was shitting myself and blathered on about feeling different from other boys. Eventually, my dad said, `I assume what you're saying is that you're gay'. I nodded and my mum said they'd worked that out long before. So that was that and they've accepted it ever since."

Back at the Retreat, Parker and Turner were fuming having found that everyone had left. They set to and started calling each parent. Some demanded their money back or at least the balance and others said they'd speak to their son or daughter when they got home but doubted, they could convince them to return.

At six that evening, Dillon's father listened to the voicemail that Parker had left on his phone. He became angry and threw things across the room. He immediately called Damian's parents to find out if they'd heard from or seen Dillon. By this time, Damian's father had returned home from work and been told what had happened at the Retreat.

"They must be mad if they think they can change someone's sexuality" he laughed. Half an hour later, Dillon's father was on the phone swearing that he'd kill his son when he finally returned home.

"Has your son heard from him?"

"Don't think so. Sorry, can't help you" Damian's father replied before offering his condolences about his wife. "When's the funeral?" he asked innocently.

"Tomorrow morning."

"What time? I might try and attend if I can."

"Ten-thirty at the Counties Crematorium. I have to be at the Funeral Director by ten. If you hear from my useless son, let me know."

Damian's dad ended the call chucking to himself. He'd never liked the man and had always thought him odd, but now he completely understood why Dillon didn't want to return home and wanted to get away from him.

"That was your father, Dillon but don't worry, I didn't let on you were here. Your mother's funeral is tomorrow morning and he's got to be at the Funeral Director by ten. Are you sure you don't want to attend? I'll come with you and protect you from him."

Dillon thanked him but said he didn't want to see his father again and wasn't bothered about not attending the funeral since his father never told him she'd died.

"I don't blame you. I'd feel the same. In which case, I'll drive you home to collect your things. If we get there at ten-thirty he'll be gone. We can then return here to collect Damian and Simon and I'll drive you to the station. How's that sound?"

"Thanks dad. You're a star" Damian replied and hugged his father. The other two looked on, wishing they had fathers like him. Dillon wiped away tears from his eyes.

"It's a bit tight" Damian giggled once three naked bodies were lying side by side in his single bed, but the others enjoyed his closeness and started kissing his body all over. He laid back and enjoyed the attention. Whilst Simon teased his nipples, giving each a light bite, Dillon was licking his balls and sucking his cock.

"Ah" he cried, keeping the volume of his voice to a low level so his parents wouldn't hear in the next room, but they'd guessed what would happen having three virile young gay men sleeping in the same room. Damian's mother didn't ask how they were going to manage but gave them a spare pillow and a blanket.

With three hard cocks now aching to be put to work, Damian told Dillon, "I think it's time to fuck this gorgeous arse." Simon didn't argue and lifted his legs over his head to expose his puckered hole. Dillon suggested that Damian went first so he lubricated his erection and plunged it inside the waiting arse.

"Fuck. That is beautiful" Damian muttered. Simon agreed as he felt the hard cock thrusting back and forth to reach its climax. Several minutes later, Damian was depositing his load.

"Now yours" Damian whispered to Dillon who immediately took over. They'd never bothered with protection, much preferring raw sex. He pumped until he too was spilling his load.

Dillon was then told to lay on his back and lift his legs so that Damian could fuck him. He squealed as the big cock entered him and began to fuck. When he'd deposited his load of cum into the arse, he pulled out and they collapsed beside one another. It wasn't long before three naked bodies were gently sleeping.

Simon was the first to wake in the morning. He looked at the beautiful guys either side of him and pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. His thoughts turned to his father who no doubt knew by now that he'd left the Retreat and was probably wondering where he was. He gently climbed over Damian to get off the bed. He pulled his phone from his holdall and saw a text waiting for him. He knew immediately who it would be from.

"What the fuck do you think you're playing at, you disgusting arse fucker? If you think you can crawl back here, you ain't got a chance. I'm washing my hands of you and as far as I'm concerned you don't exist."

"Charming" Simon muttered.

"What's wrong?" Dillon asked, now awake. Simon showed him the text. "I'm sorry mate, but at least you don't have to worry about him trying to find you and take you back home."

Damian was now awake and wanted to know what was happening. Simon showed him the text.

"Fucking hell. It's a bit blunt."

They discussed the best way to respond, and Damian suggested that both he and Dillon email their respective fathers to clearly say they were leaving home and wouldn't be back.

"You can use my computer if you want. It's got VPN protection, so nobody can trace the IP address and it's location."

The other two thought that a good idea and thanked him. Whilst Dillon had his shower, Damian opened his laptop and Simon wrote an email.

"Have received your text message. Your response typifies the kind of father you are; ignorant and a lack of understanding for others. Fear not, I have no intention of returning home and never want to see you ever again. As far as I'm concerned, you don't exist. Simon."

He showed it to Damian who patted him on the back. "Excellent response. Send it."

Simon did and felt a big load off his mind.

"We'll be fine" Damian said after the email had been sent. "I've got some ideas of how we can earn money once we're in London."

"Where are we going to live?" Simon asked.

"It's all sorted. I'll tell you and Damian once we're on our way to London."

Dillon returned from the bathroom and Damian left to have his shower. Simon told him he'd emailed his father and what he'd said.

"Perfect" Dillon replied and said he'd send his after he'd collected his things from the house but prepared a message ready to send. He told his father that he had no intention of ever returning home to work on the farm and that he never wanted to see him again. He ended by saying he'd heard about his mother's death and despised him for not telling him.

Simon then relaid Damian's comment about accommodation in London which intrigued him.

"I can guess what he has in mind but let's wait until he tells us."

When the three of them were dressed they made their way downstairs to find Damian's mother cooking breakfast.

"I thought you'd like a proper breakfast this morning before you set off on your travels" she smiled.

The smell of bacon, sausages, eggs and fried bread filled their nostrils and looked forward to it. Once ready and Damian's father had appeared, they all sat down to eat.

"Okay, lads, let's go through the timetable for this morning" he said as he enjoyed his food. "Have you told Dillon and Simon what I've suggested?" he asked Damian.

"No. Thought it should come from you."

"Okay. Damian's uncle Rupert, my older brother, owned a two bed flat in Camden. He never married so lived there alone until he died from cancer a year ago."

"I reckon he was gay" Damian chuckled.

"Yes, well, on his death his estate which included the flat came to me and I've left it empty for the past year apart from the odd visit, so I've decided to sign it over to Damian and transfer a sum of money for him to live on until you guys find employment. It means you'll have somewhere to live with immediate effect."

"Wow, thank you" Simon exclaimed.

"Yeah, it's very generous of you" Dillon added.

"When Damian announced, he was moving to London with Dillon, I decided Rupert would approve and it saves me having to sell it. So, all you guys have to do is find work and with Dillon's musical talent on the piano, I'm sure he'll find something."

"I play the flute so would like to do that if I can. The instrument belonged to my grandfather who was an excellent flautist and I take it with me wherever I go. My father doesn't consider music is a proper job but he's a moron." Simon announced.

"He clearly is, if that's what he thinks" Damian's father chuckled before asking whether Simon needed to return home to collect any belongings. He said he didn't and had everything he needed with him having decided before he was forced to attend the Retreat that he'd never return home.

At ten-thirty Damian's father drove Dillon to his home by which time his father would be gone. The other two were told to be ready to leave as soon as they returned. As they approached the farm, Dillon felt his stomach tense. Even though he knew his father wouldn't be there, the unlikely possibility of having to face the man he hated so much, scared him.

As the car approached the house, Dillon checked to see if his father's car was there. It wasn't so as soon as they'd stopped outside the house, he jumped out and rushed to open the front door. Once inside he rushed upstairs to gather the items of clothing he wanted and a few other things. With these stuffed inside a holdall, he rushed downstairs and out the door. Once safely in the car, he calmed down.

"You, okay?" Damian's father asked having sensed the lad's tension.

"Yes, thank you and thanks for all you've done."

"You're very welcome" he replied and patted Dillon's leg. "I've included in the money I've given to Damian £250 for you to purchase a portable piano. I reckoned you'd need one if you're going to take up music seriously. I'm not an expert but I understand Alesis digital pianos are a good make. That should be enough for the piano plus a stand and a stool."

Dillon gasped. "I can't accept that" he replied in amazement.

"Yes, you can. You've been a good friend to Damian over the years and I'd like to do this for you. Your talent mustn't be wasted because in my humble opinion you're an excellent pianist."

Dillon didn't know what to say apart from a big thank you.

"Have you heard Simon play his flute?"

Dillon said he had, and he was very talented. When they arrived back Damian and Simon were ready. Dillon hastily packed some of the extra clothes he'd brought into his suitcase. Finally, they were ready for leave and Damian's mother wished them every success in London, reminding her son to keep in touch.

Having parked the car in the visitor car park at the railway station, Damian's father gave each of them £50 to cover any immediate expenses. He also paid for their rail tickets to London. It was time for them to leave and get to the platform for the London bound train. Damian hugged his father and thanked him for everything. The other two also hugged him and with tears in his eyes, Dillon thanked him again for the money to purchase a digital piano. He'd dreamt of buying one of these, but his father refused to do so, saying that his son's destiny was on the farm, not `fucking music'.

The train arrived and the three travellers climbed aboard not knowing what life had in store for them, but they left their home town with high hopes. Damian searched for a carriage where they could talk in confidence. Being late morning, the train wasn't busy, so they soon found one. Once established with their luggage stored in the allocated area, he told them what he had in mind.

"I guess it's going to take a while for you guys to find employment where you can use your talents, so I've used the last two weeks to investigate various avenues and I reckon I've found one which I'm sure you'll like, and it makes good money.

The other two were all ears as he detailed what he'd found.

"There's a flat in a street of white-painted terraces sandwiched between Kensington High Street and the King's Road that people walk past every day and never notice. To them it's a perfectly ordinary house divided into flats. But in the basement flat there's a male brothel."

"Wow, how did you find it?" Simon asked excitedly.

"A mate of mine who runs a gay bar in Soho, told me about it. Me and Dad visited the flat ten days ago, and I took the opportunity to visit the bar. I told him Dillon and I were planning on moving to London and would want work. He's offered me part-time work at the bar but also mentioned the brothel which a mate of his owns. I called the guy and he's agreed to vet us when we're ready. If he likes what he sees, then he'll take us on."

Dillon asked what would be involved although he had a pretty good idea. Damian explained that the basement had been divided into a number of small rooms each of which had a bed.

"We then service guys who want to be fucked or fuck us. If we're prepared to do it without protection, then the hourly rate is much higher, but we would be given PreP to protect us and have regular checkups at the sexual health clinic. What you reckon, guys."

"Fucking brilliant" Simon enthused.

"Yeah, count me in" Dillon replied.

"We'd have to keep it quiet and not tell Dad."

The other two said they could live with that. Damian warned them that they'd be servicing a wide range of guys. "The majority will be older, and some may want kinky things but Sebastian who owns the joint has said they have safety procedures in place in case things get out of hand."

The flat in Camden was compact but perfectly adequate. Apart from the two bedrooms, it had an open plan living room with an alcove off to one side that contained a kitchen area. A glass dining table was situated nearby leaving the rest of the room for relaxation. The bathroom contained a shower cubicle plus the usual facilities.

The three of them unpacked their belongings and looked at one another.

"I can't believe we're actually here in London" Simon exclaimed.

"We need to make a list of groceries. There's nothing in the fridge" Damian said. They sat down and produced a list before visiting the local supermarket.

They'd already agreed that Simon would prepare meals since he'd been used to doing that at home since his mother had died. Dillon agreed to be the kitchen assistant and do the washing up. Damian would do the shopping and keep a record of what they spent on joint expenses. The cleaning and laundry duties would be shared.

Whilst a light lunch was being prepared, Damian called Sebastian to arrange for the three of them to visit to be vetted. He also called his friend Nathan who ran the gay bar to see when he could start work.

"Sebastian can see us this afternoon, guys and Nathan has said I can start work at the bar on the afternoon shift from tomorrow" he announced.

"Brilliant" Simon replied. "We'd better shower before we have to strip off for Sebastian."

When they were ready, the three of them made their way to the gay brothel. Walking up to the house, which fronted directly onto the street, you'd never have known what went on inside. Damian pressed the button for the basement flat and Sebastian immediately answered. Satisfied the three were those he expected, he released the door.

Once inside, they were confronted with two doors ahead of them. One was labelled First Floor' which is where Nathan, the bar manager lived, and the other was labelled Ground Floor' which was Sebastian's abode. To the right was a stone staircase down to the basement, which is where they went.

The front door was open when they arrived, and Sebastian welcomed them inside. He led them into a small office which had a desk backing onto one wall. In a corner was a small refrigerator on top of which stood a kettle for making tea.

Damian introduced everyone and Sebastian sat down at his desk, swivelling his chair towards them.

"Okay, let's see what you guys have to offer. Strip everything off."

The three guys immediately stripped without hesitation, which pleased Sebastian. Once stark naked, he told Dillon to move nearer to him. He cupped the balls before holding the growing cock. As he gently squeezed it, the organ grew until it was fully erect.

"Turn around, bend over and pull your arse cheeks apart."

Dillon did so without hesitation and Sebastian lightly ran his finger over the beautiful puckered hole.

"Okay, now you Simon."

Dillon stepped back and joined Damian whilst Sebastian examined Simon. Without any comment, he indicated to Damian to move forward. All three now had full erections which remained standing proud whilst Sebastian undertook his inspection.

"Why do you want to sell your bodies?"

"We need the money, and we enjoy sex" Dillon replied.

"Is that the case for you guys?" he asked Damian and Simon. They agreed it was, hoping that they'd be accepted.

"Okay, guys. You've all got good sexy bodies and your age is perfect because most clients like young guys. I understand you're all seventeen, is that correct?"

Damian said it was and they each had their birth certificate. Sebastian made a cursory look at each document to satisfy himself.

"You realise that strictly speaking what we do here is illegal which is why it's advertised as a massage parlour for men. If anyone queries this then that's what you say. Understood?"

The three guys who were still naked, nodded. He then explained the hourly fees they'd receive.

"Occasionally, a client asks for a massage before being fucked so prepared to provide that service. They pay by the hour so if you have to provide this, leave enough time to fuck. I monitor what goes on in each room by means of CCTV."

Dillon glanced at the computer screen on the desk, but no images were showing. "Is the client aware of that?"

"No, and that's how it must stay. Understood?"

They all nodded, and Sebastian explained that a hidden mini camera was installed within each room. "I can also hear what's going on if necessary. There's a speech sensor in each room, so if your client is trying to do something you don't like or becomes violent then shout Alexa' and it will alert me wherever I am. The system also automatically says stop' to distract the client and give you time to get out."

"Wow, very sophisticated" Simon said. "Has it been put to use as yet?"

"No. Generally, clients will stop if you're firm and say `no'. Any other questions?"

"When can we start?" Dillon grinned.

"I've got two clients who want to come this evening at 7 p.m. so two of you can service them if you're free."

Dillon and Simon immediately said they were so Sebastian welcomed them to the team and showed them an empty room. It was just large enough to accommodate a mattress on the floor and a small wall cupboard which contained massage oil, if needed, plus lube and condoms for clients who wanted protection.

"Most don't, so be prepared to fuck and be fucked bareback."

Having taken contact details, the three made their way home very excited at the idea of offering themselves for sex. Damian wasn't bothered that the other two had offered to start that evening since he had the bar job lined up.

They'd been told to only wear tracksuit bottoms, a T-shirt and a pair of trainers plus an outer jacket if required. No underwear and no socks. All jewellery had to be left off and their valuables, such as mobile phone and wallet, would be placed in a plastic bag with their name on it and locked into the wall safe before they commenced work.

They'd also been told to arrive half-an-hour before their first client was due so as to be ready for them.

Dillon and Simon made their way to the brothel with a sense of excitement and nervousness but once there they felt ready for action.

"You've both got two clients, each of whom have paid for one hour" Sebastian explained as he placed their valuables in the safe. "You have a fifteen minute break between them which gives you time for a shower. Don't forget to offer the client a shower both before and afterwards."

Dillon's first client was a fraction early and having introduced himself, he took him into the room they'd be using. As they made their way, Dillon reckoned he was in his mid to late thirties.

"I'm Roberto. It's the first time I've been here."

Dillon nodded but didn't let on that it was his first time too. He asked what Roberto would like and he said he'd like Dillon to fuck him.

"I'm married but like being fucked, especially by a gorgeous young guy like you."

Dillon smiled and asked if he wanted to be undressed by him, but Roberto stripped naked whilst Dillon did the same.

"Oh my, you are beautiful" Roberto exclaimed as he gazed at Dillon's nakedness. Roberto was a big guy, and his cock was already showing signs of interest. Dillon knelt down in front of him and wrapped his mouth around the big cock. It was soon hard as he took the whole length into his mouth.

Roberto was in heaven. He loved having his cock sucked but his wife would never do so. After ten minutes or so of sucking cock and licking balls, he suggested that Roberto lay on the mattress. He did so face down so Dillon knelt between his outstretched legs and proceeded to lick the puckered hole. Roberto uttered cries of joy as the hot tongue teased it. He then felt it being pulled wide open and a tongue being pushed inside.

"Ah, fuck. That's amazing" Roberto cried out.

It was now time to start fucking but first he checked whether he was to use protection.

"No, fuck me raw. I've always wanted to experience that."

Having lubricated his hard tool and dipped a lubricated finger into the arse, Dillon offered his cock up to the hole. It slowly slipped in, and he began a long slow fuck.

Fifteen minutes later, he was filling Roberto's arse with his creamy load.

"Wow that was wonderful" Roberto exclaimed. Dillon asked if he'd like to fuck him or whether he'd prefer to be sucked off. He opted for the fuck, having never fucked a beautiful black guy before.

They changed places but Dillon laid on his back and lifted his legs to expose his hole. With his cock suitability lubricated, Roberto slid it through the puckered entrance.

"Mm, beautiful" he muttered as he slowly pumped. Several minutes later he said he was coming and deposited his load.

Simon's client was average in terms of build and cock size, but he wanted to be in control the whole time. Once inside their room, Steve, the twenty-eight-year-old, told Simon to immediately strip.

"Wanna see what you've got to offer. Mm, not bad" he commented once Simon was naked. "Shall enjoy fucking that cute arse. Get on your knees and suck my dick."

Simon did so and sucked the cock that was now on show. As he sucked, Steve removed his T-shirt and kicked off his sweatpants with his trainers. The cock was soon hard and ready for fucking.

"Get on your hands and knees so I can fuck that arse."

Once Simon was in position, he felt a wet tongue licking his entrance. It felt good and his cock hardened. A finger then entered, and this was quickly followed by the cock. No lube had been used despite Simon pointing it out to him.

The fuck was rough but took almost fifteen minutes before Simon felt Steve tense before the climax came. After he'd filled the arse with his cum, he told Simon to suck his cock again.

"Get it hard so I can fuck you again."

Simon worked on the dying cock for a good ten minutes before it showed signs of interest again. As soon as it was, Simon was again told to go on hands and knees. This time, Steve probed the the arse with two fat fingers.

"Yeah, nice arse" he muttered as he probed deep inside. A lubricated cock was then thrust inside, and it pumped until he'd shot another load.

Once done, he dressed and left without a word. Roberto was thanking Dillon for a wonderful time saying he'd be back next week for more and would ask for him.

Both lads had a shower and compared notes. "Clients are going to vary. Goes with the job, I presume" Dillon commented.

Simon's next client was completely different. He was twenty-two and wanted Simon to make love to him whilst they slowly removed their clothes. Once naked, he wanted Simon to fuck him until he'd shot his load. Dillon's client was more demanding. Having removed his T-shirt, he wanted his hands tied behind his back and Dillon to roughly remove the remainder of his clothes. When he was naked, he told him to push him down roughly onto the mattress and fuck him from behind. Dillon found it very erotic and was happy to oblige.

With the clients gone, Sebastian told each of them their respective clients had been very happy with them so congratulated them. He gave them their fee plus the tips that each client had given.

Once home, and Damian had returned from his shift at the bar, he wanted a full update on what had taken place at the brothel. After being given the detail of what each client wanted them to do, his cock was fully erect. He stripped naked and grinned.

"I think this guy wants us to fuck him" Dillon laughed, so that's what they did. With Damian bent over the arm of the sofa, they both fucked him until his arse was full of their cum.

Over the weeks, the three of them were invited by Sebastian to attend and service clients which brought in a good income.

It was a few weeks later when the Damian was on shift one evening and Dillon and Simon decided to visit the bar for a drink. Seeing a piano in the corner, he asked if he could play it. He'd purchased a portable piano using the money Damian's father had told him about so frequently practiced at home, often with Simon playing his flute.

He was told he could so excitedly went over to it with Simon following. He started playing a piece from Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker suite and several drinkers stopped talking and gathered round the piano with Simon.

"That's brilliant" one person said after the applause had receded. "Play something else."

Dillon smiled, feeling proud that his playing was being recognised. He immediately commenced playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata and the audience was captivated, especially since he was playing without music. When he'd finished, the whole room burst into applause.

Nathan, the bar manager, was intrigued and moved over to Dillon when he'd finished. Seeing a chance of getting more business into his bar he said, "You're amazing. Such a beautiful player. Would you be interested in playing here certain nights? I could pay you a small fee."

Dillon thanked him and seeing Simon, replied, "Simon here is a talented flautist. We often do duets. Could he join in?"

Nathan recognised an even bigger opportunity so agreed. He'd advertise music nights and charge an entrance fee. The lads went home feeling on top of the world. Damian's shift didn't end until ten so was still at the bar.

"I can't believe it" Simon said excitedly, jumping up and down as he did so. "Playing in public. Fucking fantastic. Thank you so much for asking if I could join you."

"You're a brilliant performer" Dillon replied. "Who knows what will come out of this."

"It's a brilliant start. I'm so excited" Simon replied and wrapped his arms around Dillon. Dillon felt as if an electric shock flowed through his body. He'd liked Simon ever since meeting him but suddenly that feeling became intense. He kissed him on the lips and Simon responded. Both their cocks were hard, and both knew what they wanted.

Afraid to say anything that would stop what was happening, Simon took Dillon's hand and led him into his bedroom. He'd always fancied this gorgeous black guy but knowing that he and Damian were boyfriends had resisted anything more than a threesome.

Dillon followed him without any hesitation. He knew exactly what he wanted. Within seconds they'd undressed one another and for a brief moment just looked at each other's nakedness as their stiff cocks waited with anticipation. Dillon pulled their bodies together and their cocks kissed. Their lips touched and they kissed passionately. This was more than just sex, it was real passion.

"Fuck me" Simon whispered. "I want to feel your big cock inside me."

Dillon gently laid him down on the bed and Simon lifted his legs to expose his puckered hole which was now aching to be fucked. He watched Dillon lubricate his erection before gently slipping two fingers inside his arse.

"Ah" he groaned with delight. It felt perfect. He then watched the big head slide through the entrance and fill his arse. "Fuck that is awesome" he cried.

For the next fifteen minutes, Dillon gently pumped not wanting the action to end. Eventually, his body overtook his mind, and he felt his climax rising. He increased the pace and felt his cock explode inside Simon's beautiful arse. Simon imagined the ribbons of creamy cum fill him up. He smiled and hoped this wasn't just a one-off.

Damian returned and found Dillon in bed.

"Simon gone to bed as well?"

"Yeah, we were both tired after satisfying clients" Dillon replied innocently. He watched Damian undress and climb into bed. He knew what he'd want but wasn't in the mood. "Sorry. Don't feel like it tonight."

Damian kissed him and turned over disappointed. He sensed a change in their relationship but couldn't be sure.

The musical nights at the bar were a great success. They attracted a different audience to usual. Every night was a huge success, both musically and financially. So much so that Nathan increased the fee he paid to each performer.

Now that Damian was fully experienced in bar work, Nathan wanted him on the late shift as much as he could because that was the busiest. As such, Dillon and Simon frequently had the opportunity to have sex before he arrived home.

Several weeks after the commencement of the music nights at the bar, Dillon and Simon were approached by a guy.

"Hi, I'm Aaron. I run a group called `Rainbow Singers'. We're looking for a new pianist and having heard you guys play on several occasions now, I'd like to consider you for the post, Dillon. You Simon could accompany him. The flute would fit in rather well with our repertoire. How about it?"

Dillon looked at Simon who nodded enthusiastically. "We're definitely interested."

"Excellent. Could you come tomorrow afternoon to see me, and we'll discuss it further."

Aaron lived in a very smart modern apartment near Kings Cross. Both Dillon and Simon were impressed. He invited them into the living room which had a wonderful terraced view over London. Standing in one corner was a Steinway grand piano which Dillon knew was one of the best.

"I'd first like to hear both of you play again. I've put some music on the piano and the music for the flute on the music stand. The piece represents the kind of music that Rainbow Singers perform.

Dillon immediately went to the piano and Simon pulled his flute out of its case. They spent a minute perusing the music before Dillon commenced. At the appropriate point, Simon joined in. Aaron, who was sitting opposite them, was mesmerised. He'd never seen such talent in guys so young.

Both performers played faultlessly despite having only just seen the music. Aaron was very impressed. Dillon was ten times better than the previous pianist who'd thought himself perfect.

When they'd finished, he applauded them. "That was superb. Where did you both study music?"

"I haven't apart from a music teacher when I was younger" Dillon replied. "My father wouldn't let me go to music college. He doesn't consider music a proper job."

Aaron raised his eyebrows and looked at Simon.

"Same here. My father wouldn't let me attend music college."

"So, how did you learn?" Aaron asked, amazed at the response.

"Self study since I was ten years old. Using the internet and books" Dillon replied. Simon replied he'd done the same.

Aaron had heard enough and had no doubt that the lads would be perfect for the Rainbow Singers, especially Dillon who was an accomplished pianist. He offered them the posts and discussed remuneration which was more than Dillon had thought. Taking in rehearsals, the job was almost full-time so their work at Sebastian's brothel would have to cease but they'd still be able to perform at other events in between.

"Why did your last pianist leave?" Dillon casually asked.

Aaron smiled. This was a smart kid. "He seemed to think that he was pianist and musical director but I'm the latter, so your job is to play what I decide."

"Suits me" Dillon smiled.

They returned home full of excitement. Dillon was tempted to call his father and tell him how wrong he was about music not being a proper job but quickly decided against it because he'd vowed never to make contact with the man again.

Damian was at the bar and not due home for at least an hour. Both minds had the same thought and without saying anything they collapsed into one another's arms and kissed.

"I still can't believe that we've actually been hired as virtually full time musicians. My dream has come true" Dillon remarked between kisses.

Simon agreed. It had been his dream too, but he still had another.

"Fancy going to bed? Damian won't be home for a while, so we've got time." He grinned.

Without hesitation, Dillon took his hand and led him to Simon's bedroom where they stripped naked and fell onto the bed. They kissed and caressed one another passionately before Simon whispered, he wanted to be fucked. Dillon grabbed the lube whilst Simon lifted his legs.

Seeing the beautiful puckered hole, Dillon first plunged his face onto it and commenced licking. Simon giggled with delight. After a few minutes, he felt the thick head breach him before the full length filled his arse.

"Yeah, fuck my arse. Fuck it hard" he cried. Dillon did so until he'd deposited his full load of cum. They heard Damian unlocking the front door, so Dillon rushed into their bedroom pretending to get dressed after a shower when Damian walked in.

They kissed as usual, and he asked where Simon was.

"In his bedroom. I think" Dillon casually replied.

"How did the interview go with Aaron?"

Dillon smiled. "He's offered me the post of pianist and Simon as a supporting flautist. It's almost a full time job."

Damian was pleased for him and hugged him, giving him another kiss as he did so but he still had suspicions in his mind about Simon who'd now be spending a lot of time with the guy he loved.

The Rainbow Singers loved their new pianist and the flautist. Aaron was delighted that both of them just got on with what they were employed to do without argument. The previous pianist had driven him mad, and he spent his time arguing with him. As a result, rehearsals went more smoothly, and everyone benefited.

As a result of being seen with the Rainbow Singers Dillon and Simon obtained other assignments to fill in the gaps. When they'd told Sebastian that they were no longer available for servicing clients, he was far from pleased.

"If you leave now, don't ever come back because I won't take you" he shouted.

"Don't worry, we won't need to" Simon replied as they walked out.

The majority of their time was spent with one another, and they became very close. They frequently had sex when Damian was working who felt his lover was slipping away. Things came to a head one evening after Dillon and Simon had returned earlier from a rehearsal and they'd had rampant sex during which they expressed their love for each other. Dillon knew his relationship with Damian was at an end, but he wasn't sure how to tell him.

"You love him, don't you" he shouted. "Don't deny it. I can see it in your eyes and the way you are with him. I've known for a long time that he loved you but hoped our relationship was stronger."

Dillon looked at him and held his hand. "We have so much in common" he replied. "We both have a love for music and perform together."

"And you love him" Damian added.

"Yes, I love him."

"More than me?"

Dillon nodded. "I'm sorry but I feel we've moved apart. You have the bar job and work all hours. Simon and I have music, and it has been my lifelong dream to be a musician."

"Okay. Move in with him. In fact, why don't you both move out and I'll lead my own life. I've had plenty of guys interested in me."

Dillon smiled and kissed him on the cheek. "Okay, if that's what you want." He walked out of their bedroom and into Simon's.

"I'm sorry, Dillon. It wasn't my intention to break you guys up."

"It's life. Things move on. The relationship with Damian has been slowly dying for some while and when you told me you loved me me, I knew that I loved you. He wants us to move out, by the way."

"Fuck. Where will we go? Can we afford it?"

Dillon took him into his arms and kissed him. "Yes. We're both earning good money now and I happen to know that Aaron owns a one-bed flat in Islington which is currently empty. I overheard him asking one of the singers if they knew anyone who might be interested in renting it. I'll call him first thing in the morning."

Simon threw his arms around him and kissed him hard on the lips. "You're amazing and I love you so much."

The following morning Dillon called Aaron about the flat.

"He'd love us to rent it and it's immediately available. It sounds perfect for our needs, so I've agreed we'll meet him there at ten this morning and he'll give us the keys. He's also emailed me a video of it."

"Wow, this is amazing and perfect for us" Simon exclaimed after he'd watched the video. "Can we afford it?"

Dillon said they could and told him the rent which they'd share.

"We'd better get packing" he chuckled.

"What you doing?" Damian asked sleepily." He was always the last one up in the morning.

"Packing" Dillon replied and explained he'd found a flat that was available immediately. Dillon felt tears forming in his eyes.

"It's what you wanted."

Damian nodded, regretting he'd said that, but it was too late now.

They met Aaron outside the flat and followed him in. It was situated on the fourth floor of the block and although no balcony it had a wonderful view of London.

"I'm so glad it's you guys" he smiled as he passed over the keys and Dillon gave him a cheque for the first month's rent.

That night in their new bed they made love which was passionate and ended in Dillon fucking his lover's arse. Before he went to sleep, Simon hugged himself. He not only worked with the man he loved but now lived with him. Dillon briefly thought back to that day when his father dragged him off to the conversion retreat. He concluded that it was the only good thing his father had ever done for him.

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