The Servant

The Servant By Adam Stewart

Author's note: A gay love story in which class and position has no bounds. Warning: It contains explicit m/m sex.

Paul pulled Tom's naked body up close and kissed him. "Happy New Year and happy birthday my love; I hope the new millennium brings you continued happiness". Tom smiled and returned the kiss. They'd just woken in Paul's bed and were still snuggled up having several hours earlier celebrated the start of the twenty first Century with Lord and Lady Roberts downstairs.

They'd grown up together since Tom had been born just seven days after Paul on the first day of January twenty one years ago and Paul had been born on the twenty fifth of December. Paul was the only son of Lord and Lady Roberts and each year his birthday was celebrated despite it being Christmas Day whereas Tom's was always forgotten by everyone with the exception of Paul. Tom was the servant at Blake Hall, near Trowbridge, Wiltshire and had been born there. His father had been the butler for Lord Roberts until he'd died of a heart attack when Tom was eighteen years old. He'd suddenly dropped down dead whilst undertaking his duties much to the shock of everyone since the guy was only in his fifties. To make matters worse, Tom's mother had died when he was just fourteen. Cancer had suddenly taken hold of her body so within a few months of being diagnosed she was dead.

At that time Tom and his parents had been living in a small cottage on the estate but when his father died, Lord Roberts suggested he live in the main house so two rooms plus a bathroom were given a lick of paint in the attic which was where the staff used to live in the days when the house employed a larger number. Nowadays, the only permanent members of staff were Tom who was a general 'dog's body' and Martha who was now the housekeeper. When Tom's father had been the butler, Martha had been the cook but she now did both jobs. Despite Lord Roberts being a wealthy private banker, the cost of running a nine bedroom house which was now almost one hundred years old, continued to rise. Generations of his family had lived at the Hall for some three hundred years but all that now remained were his lordship and his wife who was an amenable soul and treated both Tom and Martha very kindly.

The estate was large but was mainly taken up with the home farm which was managed by an Estate Manager and casual labour from the local village as and when required. Martha also employed a local girl to do the cleaning and additional labour as and when required. Tom was a practical person so in addition to serving at table each evening and being at the beck and call of Lord and Lady Roberts, he also undertook odd maintenance jobs within the house when required. Much to the disgust of his father, Paul loved art and instead of going into the family banking business, had recently completed an art degree at a college in Bristol. He was also gay, a fact as yet unknown by his father but he had a suspicion that his mother had sussed him out although she had said nothing. Tom was also gay but this too had been kept a secret from Lord Roberts who was very much a traditionalist and expected men to be men and nothing in between. Tom's father had known of his son's sexuality before he died and had told him "You must be who you are son and don't let anyone tell you otherwise".

This knowledge made his father's death even harder to bear and at times he felt so alone, apart of course when he was with Paul but they had to keep their liaison an absolute secret. As such, Tom would creep down the backstairs from his rooms in the attic to Paul's much larger room and bed, situated on the first floor. Fortunately Paul's room was situated in the east wing whereas his parents resided in the west wing which for some unknown reason was completely separated at first floor level apart from the backstairs. As neither Lord nor Lady Roberts ever ventured onto those, and probably were not aware of them to any great degree since the old house was riddled with stairs and corridors behind the main rooms of the house, they were never likely to disturb their son's nocturnal activities. In olden days the house staff would scuttle around from room to room via these corridors but nowadays only Tom and the cleaning girl tended to use them. Martha lived in rooms near the kitchen area which was situated on the east side of the house at the back and looked onto the old stable block.

As such, everyone led their separate lives and was happy enough. Paul and Tom invariably slept together until it was time for Tom to get up and commence his daily chores, leaving Paul to appear in the breakfast room as if he'd spent the night alone.

As already stated, Paul and Tom were born within just one week of each other so in the absence of other children in the house they grew up with each other. Tom's father had worked all his life for Lord Roberts as had his father before him so the new born Tom had been welcomed into the family every bit as much as the newly born Paul. It was soon apparent that the two young children adored each other and always played and looked after each other. When they reached school age they went to different schools of course but still remained very close friends. At the age of fourteen, just a few months before Tom's mother died, Paul's father sent his son to a boarding school in Bristol. Fortunately he only boarded four nights each week so was home every Friday before returning on the Monday morning. Lord Roberts wanted his son to have full board but his wife stuck her heels in and insisted on her son coming home each Friday to spend the weekend with his family. Even then, Paul often wondered whether his mother had seen her son's love for Tom so knew it would break both their hearts if her husband had his way.

Even so, life at boarding school was hard for Paul. He was soon identified as the poof and bullied mercilessly. His saviour for the first two years was a Prefect who kept the bullies at bay but this was at a cost. The Prefect was also gay and with his fellow gay Prefect would take Paul into their rooms each evening for Fagging duties. Since Fags had been virtually outlawed by that time, they kept it secret but his duties involved sucking off the other two boys whenever they required him to do so. The first time he was led to their rooms he was petrified. The two senior boys sat on the bed and instructed Paul to strip naked in front of them. He eventually did so and once naked they told him to move close enough so they could touch him.

"Now that's a nice winkle you've got there Roberts" the leader told him as he took hold of Paul's penis. By this time he was almost fifteen and the said organ reacted to the warm touch. "Ah, I see your winkle likes this". Paul went red in the face but couldn't stop his body reacting the way it did. The problem was that he enjoyed the attention and when the boy felt his balls his organ went fully hard. The two seniors then dropped their trousers and told Paul to go on his knees and suck their cocks. Paul knew he had no choice since if he refused they'd make life very hard for him so he duly obeyed. Immediately the two organs went hard and as he sucked away he found he enjoyed doing it. In due course both lads were spilling their load into Paul's mouth having told him they'd whip him if he spilt one drop.

This ritual continued from thereon and he'd often have to do other chores such as cleaning and making pots of tea whilst stark naked in the presence of the two seniors. Towards the end of their time at the school, they lay him down on the bed with his legs in the air and tied his hands and his feet to the iron bedstead. They then took it in turns to suck him off and fingered him. Again he enjoyed the experience so never minded what they did to him. It also gave him ideas of what to do with the boy he really loved at home so whenever they could, both Paul and Tom would cycle into the depths of the estate to have fun together. A small river ran through the estate and the access to it had long become almost impenetrable but the two lads knew the grounds so well that they found a way in which was not obvious to most. On hot sunny days they'd spend hours laying naked on a patch of grass by the river bank enjoying each other's body. Apart from the odd feel and the occasional suck, nothing more serious happened through those adolescent years, but they enjoyed each other's company and the sight of each other's nakedness.

Tom's school days had been less active from a sexual point of view even though he was frequently bullied for his 'pansy' ways but Tom knew how to look after himself and if necessary dealt his aggressors with a bloody nose which soon put paid to their abuse. Once sixteen, he finished school with two basic O levels and was set to work in the house. By this time the number of staff employed had dropped dramatically so Tom's father needed his son's assistance. It was a useful apprenticeship for young Tom which provided him with invaluable experience when his father suddenly dropped down dead just over two years later.

Paul's father expected his son to go to university to obtain a degree that would enhance his career in the bank but Paul had other ideas. During a massive row one day he told his father very clearly that he had no intention of joining the family firm and wanted to study art. "I want to be an artist" he announced much to the disgust of his father. But as always, his mother supported her son and he won the day. He therefore went to an art college in Bristol but continued to live at home, which again his father found most odd. There were times when his father noticed the strong bond between Tom and his son. He made it clear that this was an unhealthy relationship and even talked of dismissing Tom but once again his wife intervened and told him very clearly that he would do no such thing. She too had noticed the close bond between the two young men and guessed its true meaning but said nothing to anyone. She had no problem with two men loving each other so was happy to see it blossom if it meant both her son and the young man she now secretly loved as her second son were happy. She'd always wanted another child after Paul had been born but nature had dealt her a cruel card that stopped her having any more children when Paul had been born.

Whilst Paul attended college they began to sleep together on a regular basis until it became a nightly event. They were now both eighteen so explored their sexuality further. By now they knew they were gay and loved each other. They also knew that if at all possible they wanted to remain each other's mate but at that time were not sure how possible that was going to be. Tom frequently worried that Paul would find someone else at college to love who was more educated but Paul always told him that he loved him more than any other person in the world irrespective of what happened. Their main problem was Lord Roberts who they knew would probably never accept their relationship. Although there were rumours that marriage, or some sort of civil partnership for same sex partners may eventually be made legal there was no sign of it about to happen at the start of the new millennium.

It was therefore with heart in mouth that Paul told Tom his news on that New Year's Day. "I've got something to tell you my love" he commenced slowly. Tom looked intently into Paul's blue eyes which always made his whole body shiver with excitement causing the blood to rush to his lower region. Paul suddenly knelt across Tom's body and held his hands. Tom instinctively knew it was something of importance and for a moment felt his body go cold with fear.

"I've got a job as a Commercial Artist" Paul said slowly.

"That's great" Tom cried out before suddenly realising that they always whispered whenever in Paul's room just in case someone was outside. They always made sure the door was locked but they also knew that voices could carry. "Congratulations" he whispered.

Paul smiled before he continued. "It's in London" he added before continuing further. He felt Tom's whole body freeze which was what he expected. "But, I want you to come with me" he added quickly.

"Me; come with you?" Tom exclaimed trying to keep to a whisper, "But how?"

"We will go as a couple and first rent a flat; after a while we'll buy one and live together; now I'm twenty one I have my own money which I can spend as I wish without father's approval; he set up a trust when I was born so the money has grown over the years and I'm now worth at least two or three million which will provide a good income in addition to what I earn as a Commercial Artist."

Tom listened not wanting to interrupt. Besides he was trying to take it all in. "But what will I do?" he eventually asked.

"You mean apart from being my lover and keeping me satisfied in bed each night" Paul laughed; "Well, I will be working freelance so I will need someone to assist me in various things so we'll be a team; I'll also need someone to be responsible for cooking because I've not a clue; will you join me my love?"

Tom looked at the guy he loved with all his heart. He nodded, "Of course I will but what will your father say, when he finds out?"

"Fuck what he thinks; I'm free of him now; besides, mother knows about us I'm sure so we'll have her support." Paul then went through his plan. He'd agreed to start his new job in three weeks which gave them time to find somewhere to live. Tom would announce that his uncle had asked him to go and work at his B&B in Brighton so reluctantly he would be leaving the Hall. It wasn't a total untruth because his gay uncle Mark, who was his mother's brother, had always said if he wanted to leave the Hall he was welcome to join him and his partner but so far Tom had never accepted the invitation and could never see doing so.

"Won't your father be suspicious if we both leave together?"

"Not if we time it right; I thought you could ask father to have a few days off on the pretext of visiting your uncle in Brighton and I'd announce my new job in London saying that I had to sort out somewhere to live. I'd leave a day or two before you and then we'd meet up in London. When you return you hand in your notice saying your uncle has invited you to join his business. By the time you leave I'll be living in London so bob's your uncle."

Tom giggled. He loved it when his lover came up with ingenious plans to hide the truth. He kissed him and grabbed hold of Paul's cock which was already getting excited. The problem was that he had to get up to help Martha with the breakfast so servicing Paul would have to wait until later.

"Before you go" Paul said hastily as Tom started to climb out from beneath him, "Here's your birthday present". Tom looked at the neatly wrapped parcel and grinned. He ripped it open and then gasped.

"Oh my god, it's beautiful, thank you so much". He then hastily pulled the expensive watch out of its box and Paul helped him place it round his wrist. It was later that Tom noticed the engraving on the back that said 'To T from P with all my love'.

That day Tom could hardly keep his excitement at bay. Even Martha noticed how happy he was looking. They'd agreed that Paul would inform his father about his new job in London and that he'd be spending a few days there the following week to sort out an apartment. Tom would speak to Lord Roberts the following day to ask if he could take three days off saying that his uncle had invited him to visit him. This was not a total untruth since he had often done so in the past even though Tom had never taken him up on the offer.

"Well I think it's time he made a new life for himself" Tom overheard that afternoon whilst he was walking past the open door of the drawing room where Lord Roberts was talking to his wife. Tom couldn't help but hover to hear what else Lord Roberts had to say. "He spends too much time with young Tom; it's unnatural."

"They grew up together, what do you expect?" Lady Roberts replied, "And Paul doesn't have any other people of his age to talk to and spend time with."

"Even so, it will do him good to make new friends and perhaps find a nice young lady to marry". Tom nearly choked when he heard that and decided to make a quick exit.

Whilst Tom served the evening meal, he again overheard Lord Roberts talking to Paul about his new job. He frequently heard the topic of conversation as he undertook his duties but he was always treated as the servant who was not really present and would probably not understand what was being discussed. Tom often glanced at Paul during such conversations and they grinned at each other but Lord Roberts was never aware of them. On this particular evening, Tom couldn't help but look at Paul who just raised his eyes to show the contempt he had for his father.

Later that night when Tom joined Paul in bed, he asked what his father had said when he gave him the news.

"An excellent idea boy" Paul said using his father's voice, "Time you made your own way in the world and found a nice girl to marry and produce offspring but first sow your oats boy; find some fillies to experiment with before you settle down; that's what I did when I was your age."

Tom laughed. "If he did but know; do you really think he has no idea you're gay?"

"If he does he refuses to acknowledge the fact"

"My dad used to tell me that your father was involved in a scandal when he was younger; seems he fucked one of the maids and got her pregnant; she was dismissed of course and your grandfather just put it down to 'sowing his wild oats'."

"Typical of my family; they're all complete bastards"

"Your mum's not; I'm sure she knows"

"Yeah, think you may be right; perhaps one of these days I'll tell her."

"Fuck, wouldn't she then tell your father?"

"I doubt it; mum keeps a lot of secrets from him. You were lucky my love to have a father who understood; such a pity he left this earth so early; and I reckon your mum would have too; and of course you have a gay uncle; you're so lucky."

Tom was touched By Paul's words and moved his face forward to kiss his lover. "Perhaps when we're settled in London we'll go to Brighton and stay with Mark and Julian. You only met Mark at dad's funeral didn't you?"

Paul nodded before pulling Tom into another kiss. It didn't take long for both their bodies to need more attention. Tom turned over to offer his aching hole. He felt Paul lubricate it and then press his long thick cock up to his entrance. He slowly pressed it in knowing that Tom loved feeling it slowly fill him up. Since they'd only ever fucked each other and never had sex with anyone else, they'd always fucked bareback. Tom could feel Paul's naked flesh against his and he groaned with pleasure.

"Ah, that feels so fucking good; it will be wonderful when we have our own place and can fuck whenever we want and make as much noise as we want" he whispered.

"Mm, certainly will but in the meantime this feels fucking wonderful." Paul continued his slow fuck and gradually felt his climax reach that wonderful point of no return. Eventually he felt his whole body tense and his seed erupt inside of the guy he loved so much. Nothing could ever be as good as this.

When he was finished he took hold of Tom's stiff cock and slowly massaged it. After a few strokes he stopped. "Want to feel this inside me" he giggled. He turned Tom onto his back and then sat astride him. He lubricated himself and then grabbed the still hard cock guiding it towards his entrance. As he looked straight into Tom's beautiful dark brown eyes he slowly lowered himself. "Yeah, fucking brilliant; just love your gorgeous hot cock inside me."

He rode the organ for a good ten minutes before he sensed Tom's body tense. He grinned and quickened the pace. Soon he was rewarded as he felt his lover's hot seed fill him up. "Yeah, beautiful" he grinned before leaning forward and giving Tom a deep throated kiss.

The next morning after Tom had cleared away the breakfast things, he went to find Lord Roberts. He was in the library writing a letter. He knocked on the open door and stood there waiting to be invited in.

"Come in boy". Tom walked in and stood a distance from the front of the desk waiting for his employer to look up. His heart was racing as he rehearsed for the umpteenth time what he was about to say. "Right, what did you want boy". Tom moved back slightly at the suddenness of the man's voice. He never called him by his name, always 'boy' as if he was still a child. It annoyed Tom but he knew he couldn't say anything. Lady Roberts always addressed him as Tom and recognised that he was now an adult.

"I was wondering sir if I could take three days off; my uncle has invited me to visit him in Brighton" Tom said without hesitation although his heart was still racing.

"Yes, of course boy; when do you want to go?"

"If it suited you sir I was thinking about the day after tomorrow"

"I don't see any problem with that; in fact my son is driving to London that day so I'll get him to drive you to London and you can then catch the train to Brighton from Victoria."

"Is he sir? Oh, that would be wonderful; thank you sir" Tom replied somewhat surprised at the offer. Seeing that the conversation was over he hastily made his exit. Once outside he almost jumped with joy. He and Paul had thought they'd have to travel separately but this was perfect. He went straight to see Lady Roberts since he felt he should inform her.

"That's nice Tom; I was only thinking the other day it was time you had a holiday; I'm sure your uncle will be delighted to see you; he seemed such a pleasant man when I met him last despite the sadness of the occasion."

Tom nodded and felt slightly uneasy about lying to her. He didn't mind lying to his lordship but she had always been so very kind to him. He then went to see Martha to tell her the news and she took him into her arms and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"That's great news Tom, you deserve a break; I shall bake a cake for you to take to your uncle." Again Tom felt uneasy about lying to her but he knew he had to keep up the pretence. When he managed to see Paul later he gave him the news.

"Yes, so I hear; father just told me that I was taking you to London when I drove down; the bastard never asked me if I'd mind; it was just an order as usual."

"Do you mind?"

"Don't be daft; of course not but it would be nice just sometimes to be treated like an adult; he goes on about me sowing my wild oats enough."

"You can 'sow' them with me instead" Tom laughed.

"Mm, now that sounds a very good idea" Paul chuckled.

Having packed his bag on the morning they were to leave and collected the cake that Martha had made for his uncle, Tom waited patiently in the hallway for Paul to appear. When he did so he immediately took hold of his bag and carried it out to the car which was now parked immediately outside the front door. Lady Roberts hugged and kissed her son and then gave Tom one too.

"Be good the two of you" she chuckled "and drive carefully young man; oh, and Tom give my best wishes to your uncle." Tom nodded and grinned at Paul. He had a strong feeling that Lady Roberts knew what was actually going on.

Once on their way, Tom relaxed back in his seat of Paul's Mercedes A class which had been his father's twentieth birthday present the year before. The car glided along smoothly and Tom enjoyed the purr of the engine which was hardly audible.

"Happy?" Paul suddenly said once they were onto the main road. "You seem to be deep in thought".

"I feel bad about lying to your mother and Martha about pretending to see my uncle."

"Well, if we find an apartment we like without much difficulty, why don't we drive down to Brighton the day after tomorrow and visit them? You've said you'll be away three days so in my book that's three nights."

"Could we?" Tom said excitedly.

"Of course; anything to keep my gorgeous boyfriend happy" Paul giggled and placed a hand on Tom's leg. The feel of his hot hand sent blood rushing to his cock so he soon had an erection. It didn't go unnoticed by Paul who felt it through Tom's tight jeans. "Mm, now that feels nice". He unzipped Tom's fly and slipped a hand inside. Tom gasped as fingers ran along the length of his organ inside his briefs.

"Ever been brought off in a car whilst going along?" Paul laughed as he continued to feel the hot hard organ.

"No, have you?"

"Nope but I'm always willing to try something new; get that gorgeous cock out so I can wank you off."

Tom laughed as he unfastened his jeans and slipped them down his legs taking his briefs with them. He then lifted his T shirt and watched Paul wank him off whilst he drove. Every so often he looked ahead just to make sure they weren't going to have an accident. Traffic sped past them totally unaware of what was going on.

"Oh fuck, I'm gonna shoot" Tom cried out after a few minutes of Paul's masturbation. He laughed and told Tom to let rip all over his stomach. He lifted his T shirt higher and let himself go. Ribbons of hot creamy cum suddenly shot out all over his chest.

"Yeah, that was brilliant; now I want you to bring me off whilst I drive"

Once Tom had cleaned up his own pool of cum, he unfastened Paul's jeans and helped him wriggle them down his legs. He was already rock hard and pre-cum was weeping out of the large pink head. Paul lifted his T shirt up his chest and Tom bent down to suck the gorgeous organ now on show. He sucked and sucked whilst Paul drove groaning and moaning with pleasure as he did so.

"Fuck, yes, I'm gonna come" Paul yelled after several minutes of Tom's sucking which he always enjoyed. Tom kept his lips firmly round the hot cock and tasted the lovely creamy cum as it shot forth. When Paul had finally finished shooting he sat up and grinned. "That was wicked but beautiful; we must do that again sometime."

Paul had already done some research on the internet and lined up three properties to view in the Belsize Park area. He'd booked them into the Marriott Hotel in Regents Park so they first went there to drop off their bags. To Tom's surprise, Paul had booked a double room for both of them. He'd never stayed in a hotel before and certainly nothing as posh as this one. The receptionist just dealt with the booking and welcomed them to the Marriott as if it was perfectly normal for two men to share a room. Tom had no knowledge of London so didn't know. Once in the room, which was just perfect for what they needed, Paul took Tom into his arms and kissed him. "Welcome to London my love". They kissed and felt each other some more until both had erections but Paul said they had appointments to go to so they'd have to wait until later. Tom laughed and followed Paul back out and down to where they'd parked the car in the underground car park.

The first apartment was hopeless. It was nowhere near large enough for what Paul wanted so that was immediately discarded.

"I think you'll find the next one is more suited to your needs sir" the young estate agent told Paul.

The next was in the centre of Belsize Park which was Paul's preferred location. As soon as they both walked in they knew immediately that this was the one. It was a ground floor apartment in a large semi detached house. It had three bedrooms, two of which were at the front of the double fronted house and of good size. The third smaller room on the side of the house was north facing which Paul said would be perfect as a studio. Next to this was a large bathroom that had been converted into a wet room with a large shower area and facing the back was a kitchen which was large enough to accommodate a small table. Beside the kitchen, and extending the remaining width of the house was the living room which was large enough to take two sofas. This had a sliding door leading into a sunroom which adjoined the kitchen. This too had a sliding door that led onto a small garden. Once outside they noticed there was a veranda on the roof of the sunroom and the kitchen that provided outside space for the occupants of the apartment on the first floor.

The agent explained that a couple in their mid thirties occupied the apartment above. The front garden had been paved over so that two cars could be parked off the road.

"It's perfect" Paul exclaimed as he wandered back inside with Tom whilst the agent stood in the garden. "What do you think?"

"It's brilliant" Tom gasped and took Paul into his arms. "Are you sure you can afford it?"

Paul laughed. "Easily my love and the best thing of all is that the landlord is thinking of selling the whole property and we'd have first refusal. I've certainly got sufficient money to buy this house outright and we'd have the rent coming in for the apartment upstairs."

"Wow" was all Tom could say.

"We'll take it" Paul told the agent who was highly delighted "And we'd like first refusal on the option to purchase the whole house should the landlord decide to sell."

"When would you like to commence the rental agreement?" the agent beamed.

"As soon as the formalities can be completed"

The agent said that was perfect and told Paul to visit his office the following day to sign the necessary papers. With that agreed, the agent left them to make their way back to the hotel. Once inside their room they fell into each other's arms. They kissed and hugged feeling each other's bodies. As they did so their clothes were shed until they were both naked. They then fell onto the bed and made passionate love. This time Paul fucked Tom from behind until he'd spilled his load inside him. Once done, Tom did the same to Paul. Life was perfect in more ways than one.

That evening Tom called his uncle who was delighted to hear from him. "Of course you are welcome to come and bring your gorgeous boyfriend with you" Mark laughed.

The following day they went to the estate agent and Paul signed the necessary papers for the rental agreement. Once done, Paul took Tom to see the sights of London and after their meal that evening they went to a gay bar in Soho. Tom couldn't believe his eyes. To be drinking with so many other gay guys was his dream and to see guys kissing and cuddling without anyone bothering was just brilliant. Once they'd bought their drinks and found somewhere to stand, he pulled Paul into a kiss. It was passionate and they both felt their bodies respond accordingly but who cared? They were in London where gays were accepted by most people.

The journey down to Brighton went well and they soon found Mark and Julian's house in the old part of town. They had seven guest rooms and according to customer reviews provided an excellent breakfast each morning and were a delightful couple.

Tom rang the bell and within a few minutes his uncle opened the door. Suddenly Tom found himself wrapped up in Mark's long arms and being kissed.

"It's so lovely so see you Tom" he enthused before leaning back to take a good look at his nephew. "Wow, I do believe you're even more gorgeous than the last time I saw you." He looked over Tom's shoulder and grinned. "So you're Tom's gorgeous boyfriend" he said to Paul. He then pulled him into a hug and gave him the same welcome.

Having welcomed them he led the two guys through to the back room where they found Julian. He gave each of them a big hug and offered them a coffee. Tom had always liked Julian. He was a delightful guy and he could tell that he and Mark were very happy together.

"So, why are you guys in London?" Mark asked whilst Julian served the coffee. Tom looked at Paul and grinned. "Ah, do I detect something afoot?" he giggled. Paul then told them about his new job and that he and Tom were to live in London as a couple. "That's great news" Mark exclaimed, "I'm so happy for you". He then paused and looked at Tom. "Do I detect a problem?" Before Tom could say anything, Mark continued. "I assume your father does not approve" he said to Paul.

"He doesn't know about Tom and me; he doesn't even know I'm gay"

"Ah, and do I detect that he would not take kindly to the idea of his son being a poof" Mark chuckled.

"You could say that; in fact he's told me to sow my wild oats with one or more 'fillies' as he puts it, before finding a good woman to continue the family line."

"Ah; how would he react if he knew the truth do you think?"

"Hit the roof" Paul laughed. "He's a homophobe and a bigot".

"Wow one of those; how about your mother?"

"She would understand; in fact we think she has probably deduced the fact already including my love for Tom". Paul then explained they wanted to tell his father that Tom was coming to live with Mark if that was okay.

"Yeah, no problem" Mark laughed, "Tom knows he's always welcome to come and live with us if he wants so it's only a small porky".

Over lunch they caught up on all their other news and Paul talked about his new job. Tom explained that he would be assisting Paul in his work as well as doing the cooking and general chores.

"I'm hopeless at cooking" Paul laughed "so if Tom didn't cook we'd starve".

When they left to go back to London, Mark and Julian wished them all happiness in their new life together and told them to keep in touch and come again whenever they wanted. Tom felt so happy they'd been to see his uncle knowing he was the only family he now had. Paul too felt happy that he'd been given such a warm welcome and wished his father could show the same level of warmth towards his son.

The following morning, Paul had arranged to see the family solicitor. He wanted to purchase the house in joint names so that Tom had a roof over his head in the event of something happening to him. He didn't trust his father to look after Tom but this way he'd have no legal right to stop Tom from inheriting the house and his personal wealth. Tom gasped when Paul told him his plans and said he mustn't do it.

"I love you Tom and I want to make sure you're looked after in the event of me dying before you. I know it's a morbid thought but we have to plan for such things. You've no idea how happy you've made me all these years. Without you I'm not sure I could have coped with father but knowing you were there made life worthwhile."

Tom was overcome with emotion and tears filled his eyes. He was always a very emotional person and the slightest thing set him off which was one of the many reasons why Paul loved him so.

The family solicitor was based in London so they made their way to Chancery Lane where their offices were situated. The firm of Clark and Son had been in existence for years and had been the solicitor for the Roberts family for as long as Paul could remember. Old man Clark had now retired leaving his son Jeremy as the senior partner. Jeremy was thirty six and a lovely guy. Paul had met him on one or two occasions when he'd visited the house to discuss business with his father and he'd taken to him.

Paul had insisted on Tom joining him and when they arrived they were immediately shown into Jeremy's office. He gave Paul and Tom a warm welcome.

"I take it anything we discuss in this room stays within these four walls and nothing of its nature will be passed onto my father" Paul started.

"Absolutely; all discussions with clients are kept strictly confidential even when we are dealing with different members of the family."

Paul nodded before continuing "I should therefore explain Jeremy that Tom is my partner and we're going to be living together in London"

"Ah, I see" Jeremy smiled showing no indication that he had a problem with the two gay men in front of him.

"Before we begin, I take it you have no problem with that"

"Good god no; our sexuality is something we are born with; I'm fortunate in that my father accepted mine without question but I imagine your father is not so understanding."

For a moment Paul was stunned. He had no idea that Jeremy was also gay.

"I take it you didn't know" Jeremy grinned. Paul shook his head beaming from ear to ear. This made things so much easier. "Yes, well, although I don't hide my sexuality and it is known within the business, I don't advertise the fact for obvious reasons."

Paul then gave Jeremy details of the house he'd agreed to purchase and asked him to handle the legal side of things. He also asked if he knew of a surveyor who could undertake a full survey of the property. Jeremy said he did and agreed to contact him to arrange things on behalf of Paul.

"And I want the property to be purchased in our joint names" Paul continued.

"Very right too" Jeremy replied and asked Tom for his full name.

Paul then passed Jeremy a document he'd produced detailing how he wanted his will to be drawn up. Basically the house, its contents and all his personal assets would pass to Tom. In the event of them both dying at the same time, half of the proceeds would go to his mother and the other half to Tom's uncle. "I don't want my father to receive anything; is that clear?"

"Fully understood" Jeremy smiled knowingly. "I'll get a draft drawn up and emailed to you; how about you Tom, do you have a will?"

Tom looked at Jeremy as if he'd asked had he ever flown to the moon. Having never had anything to pass on to anyone he'd never bothered with a will. "No" he whispered.

"You should now you are going to be living as a couple with Paul; may I suggest we draw up a similar will to Paul's in which should you die before him then your half of the property goes to him with any personal assets you may hold at the time and if you both die at the same time then the same arrangement as Paul has stated comes into force." Tom nodded. It was all new to him so he had to follow whatever was suggested but it pleased him that his uncle would benefit should the occasion arise.

"Right, anything else I can help you with today?" Jeremy asked. Paul thought for a moment and then raised his final question. He wanted to check the situation regarding Blake Hall on his father's death because he didn't trust his father should he ever find out that his son was gay. Jeremy pulled out the file and found the page in question. "It is perfectly clear; on the death of your father Blake Hall and the estate has to pass to the eldest son. Since you are the only son it has to pass to you and he can't change that. Likewise the controlling shareholding your father owns in Roberts Bank Limited has to pass to the eldest son and that can't be changed without the approval of all three shareholders irrespective of their shareholding. Since you are a shareholder you can block that should he ever try to do so in the same way as he can't sell the bank without the approval of all shareholders."

Paul grinned. "It seems everything is neatly tied up".

"Sure is; your grandfather was a canny old man and made sure that the future of Blake Hall and the bank was well protected. The same will apply as and when you inherit."

"And what happens if there isn't an heir?" Paul grinned.

"That too is covered. In that event Blake Hall and the estate are sold and all monies go to the bank; the ownership of that is then shared between the remaining shareholders. I doubt therefore the other current shareholder will have any issue with you being gay" Jeremy grinned.

Finally their meeting was over and Jeremy warmly shook Paul and Tom's hand wishing them all happiness in their life together. "If I can be of assistance with anything else don't hesitate to contact me; and that goes for you Tom. Oh, and one other thing Tom. Don't let anyone, and I mean anyone, put you down just because you served under Lord Roberts; you and Paul are now equals."

Paul grinned at Tom and lightly kissed him on the cheek. "Absolutely right my love".

As they walked out into the street, Tom's head was spinning. He still couldn't believe that not only was he to be part owner of a beautiful house but his future was protected should anything happen to the guy he loved.

"Happy?" Paul grinned.

"Yeah, very"

After they'd had a snack and a drink in a local bar, they made their way back to the estate agent. He'd left a message on Paul's phone to say all the checks had been made and everything was fine so they could collect the keys when they wanted. Having given the agent details of their solicitor, the young guy passed over the keys. "I'm sure you'll both be very happy there" he grinned. He also stated that he'd advised the tenants in the first floor apartment about Paul purchasing the whole property. "They are a delightful couple in their mid thirties called Peter and Vanessa; I'm sure you'll all get on well together" he added.

Paul and Tom left the agent feeling on top of the world. Not only had they found the perfect property but they were soon to be living together as a couple with no fear of who knew. Paul wondered how long he could keep the secret from his father and what would happen as and when he found out.

Each apartment within the late Victorian property had its own front door. The entrance to the ground floor apartment was the original door at the front of the house and the first floor apartment was accessed via its own entrance and a flight of internal stairs which had been built on when the property was divided into two apartments. Paul opened the front door which led onto the hallway. Once inside and Tom had closed the door behind them, Paul pulled him into a kiss.

"Welcome to your new home my love"

The kiss became very passionate and soon they both had erections straining to get out. Tom felt his trousers being unfastened and they were soon round his ankles. Paul knelt down and pulled Tom's briefs round his ankles. He then took the hard organ into his mouth and sucked away.

"Oh fuck, that feels awesome; I'm so going to enjoy being able to do this whenever we want without fear of being found out" Tom cried out as he felt his climax already rising. It didn't take much more sucking before Paul tasted Tom's lovely creamy cum shooting into his mouth. When he'd finished shooting, Paul stood up and grinned. Tom immediately unfastened Paul's jeans and released his erection which was now dripping with pre-cum. Paul pushed his head down to indicate he too wanted to be sucked off. Tom duly obliged and continued until he tasted Paul's sweet seed. Once he'd been drained, he sank onto the floor beside his lover. They kissed and cuddled until their clothes were strewn over the hallway having slowly been stripped off. Their naked bodies rolled round on the hall carpet kissing as they did so. Suddenly Paul turned Tom over, lifted his legs and plunged his face into Tom's crack. He pulled open Tom's entrance and licked away. Tom groaned and moaned with pleasure as he felt Paul's hot tongue lick him out.

"Oh fuck, yes that is beautiful" Tom cried out.

After a while they switched over and Tom did the same to Paul. They wished they had some lube with them since by now they were both fully erect again and were aching to fuck each other but that would have to wait until they moved in.

"Come on, let's have a look round our new home" Paul giggled as he ran off stark naked into the living room. Tom followed leaving their clothes still strewn over the hallway. They opened the sliding door into the sun room and immediately felt the warmth. Being west facing, the afternoon sun provided a perfect area for sunbathing. Since they were not overlooked, it meant they could sunbathe naked. "This is going to be so perfect" Paul giggled as he pulled Tom into an embrace. They then walked into the main bedroom with cocks still erect. Fortunately there were muslin curtains at the window so nobody could see in. Tom jumped onto the bed to try it out. He sprang up and down and Paul joined him. They again rolled on top of each other rubbing their erections together. "Mm, I love you so much" Paul groaned as he gave Tom yet another deep throated kiss.

"Come on, let's look at the other rooms" Tom giggled after a while so they ran off into the guest room and then into what would become Paul's studio. They then looked into the kitchen followed by the bathroom. It was all perfect although they decided they'd need some more furniture since it currently only contained the absolute essentials. They decided they'd come down another day and choose some at one of the furniture stores so it could be delivered once they'd moved in.

Finally it was time to drive back to Blake Hall so they dressed and made their way. As they drove, Tom went over and over in his mind how he was going to tell Lord Roberts that he was leaving. He still felt uneasy about lying to him and even more so to Lady Roberts. When they got back, they went their separate ways and unpacked their bags. By the time Tom had done so it was time to lay the dining table for the evening meal. He knew serving Paul in front of his parents was going to be very difficult in view of what would soon be happening. As he collected things from the kitchen, Martha asked him about his trip to his uncle. At least he could talk honestly about that and said how much he'd enjoyed seeing him again. He was tempted to say that his uncle had invited him to move in with them but decided not to. He knew he had to first speak to his lordship.

As usual the atmosphere during dinner was strained. Lord and Lady Roberts said little to each other as usual so it was either his lordship speaking to his son or Paul's mother speaking to him. His parents sat at either end of the long table with him in the centre. It all seemed so unnatural to Tom and he knew Paul hated it but had no choice but to obey whilst he lived under his father's roof. His father was a traditionalist and nothing would budge him from that despite it now being the twenty first century and things had moved on.

"So, did you find a suitable place to live?" Paul's father asked.

"Yes I did"

"Excellent, so you can now be master of your own house and be a proper man"

Paul raised his eyebrows with frustration and glanced at Tom who was busy clearing away their empty dishes in readiness for serving coffee. He noted that Paul's father didn't enquire where the property was situated or anything about it and Paul didn't provide such information. He also noted Paul's mother looking at him with a concerned look.

"I think I'll have my coffee in my sitting room please Tom" Lady Roberts said as she stood up, "Perhaps you'd like to join me Paul; I'd like a word with you."

Paul nodded and glanced at his father before following his mother.

"Bring mine to the library boy" Lord Roberts barked at Tom. He glanced at Paul as he walked out the room and they smiled at each other. Tom decided to deal with his lordship's coffee first since he'd now stormed off to the library which was at the other end of the house from the sitting room used by Lady Roberts. He hastily prepared a silver tray with one of the coffee pots and carried it to the library. "On the table boy" Lord Roberts barked with his back to Tom as he fumbled with papers on his desk. Tom placed the tray on the table and made a quick exit. He decided the man was in no mood to speak to that evening about his leaving. He almost ran back to the dining room and prepared another tray for Paul and his mother. He carried this to her sitting room and knocked on the door which was ajar.

"Come in Tom; place it on the table please" she said kindly and smiled sweetly at him. He offered to pour two cups and she nodded. As he passed a cup to her, she added kindly "Sit down Tom; we'd like a word with you". Having passed Paul his cup he stood looking at her. Paul patted the seat beside him where he was sitting on her sofa. Paul smiled sweetly at him so he guessed it was okay to sit down. Tom sat on the edge with his hands clasped together on his knees. "Don't look so worried, Tom" she laughed. He relaxed sitting slightly further back waiting to hear what she had to say.

"Now, I understand from Paul that you've found a perfect property in London for you both to live in." For a moment he replayed her words in his mind. Did she say 'for you both to live in'? She chuckled and smiled sweetly at him. "Tom, I've known you all your life; I've watched you grow up with Paul and I've seen the love you both have for each other. I'm happy for you both and am happy to accept your preferred way of life. I have no problem with it at all; in fact I personally think it's rather sweet that two men can love each other the way you two do. I know his lordship has different views but we all know he's a bigot and a hypocrite in view of his relationship with you know who on the estate." Tom knew she was referring to Teresa, daughter of one of the estate workers who now lived with her father in the cottage where he'd grown up. Her father had produced early dementia so had to be retired from farm work but he'd worked on the estate all his life. Lord Roberts had let his daughter have the cottage for a pepper corn rent in return for sexual favours. It was a well known fact that he fucked her regularly since he and Lady Roberts no longer shared the same bed.

Having realised that she knew both he and her son were gay, he smiled and nodded. "I think it's a perfect arrangement and wish you both all happiness."

"Thank you" he whispered hardly getting the words out since as usual his eyes were filling with tears. Why was it that whenever he felt emotional he cried. Paul took hold of his hand and lifted it to his lips. He kissed it and gently held it.

"Now, I understand from Paul that you feel uneasy telling his lordship that you're going to live with your uncle". Again he nodded, wondering what to say. "I can understand that since I know you're an honest person so I will inform him that you've spoken to me and I've accepted your resignation. If he asks where you're going then I'll casually mention your uncle's invitation. To be honest I doubt he'll even ask since I know he feels you and Paul are too close so he'll be pleased to see you go despite Paul also leaving. I'm sorry Tom since I know you've put your soul into all you've done for us and it's not much of a thank you for all your hard work but please know that I and Martha have valued your service with us despite what his lordship thinks."

Again Tom nodded. Tears were now falling down his face and he couldn't get any words out. Paul moved nearer and took him into his arms. He held him and then kissed him lightly on the lips. Tom glanced over to Lady Roberts who was just smiling sweetly at her son's concern.

"There's just one thing Tom" she added once Paul had pulled out of his embrace, "I think you should tell Martha the truth; she too has known you all your life and has seen the love between you and Paul. You can trust her to keep it a secret from his lordship. She has enough already so another won't hurt" she chuckled.

With that, Tom stood up and thanked her as he collected the cups and placed them on the tray. "Can I get you another coffee my lady; I think yours went cold". She smiled at him and said she was fine. Paul said he'd come and see Martha with Tom so they made their way. Once they were through the baize door that led to the kitchen and Martha's quarters, Tom stopped and looked at Paul. "Did you know that she knew about us?"

"I had a good feeling she did" he grinned. "Come on, let's find Aunty Martha" he chuckled. He'd always called Martha aunty right from a child so the term had stuck. They found her in her small sitting room just off the kitchen. She looked up when Paul entered and immediately started to stand up. He told her to remain seated and asked if it was convenient to have a word with her.

"Of course dear, come on in; Tom, grab that chair over there and bring it closer." Tom picked up a dining room chair nearby and placed it down beside the chair Paul was now sitting in.

"We just wanted to tell you that we've found a place in London for us to live in" Paul said.

"Ah" she chuckled. "Well I'm very pleased for you both and from what I've seen all these years I'm sure you'll be very happy together. I know his lordship doesn't approve of such liaisons but if you don't mind me saying Master Paul, your father is an ass. He should enjoy the fact that he's got a wonderful son and that he's now gaining another equally wonderful man Into the family but I doubt he ever will, mores the pity."

Tom was again stunned at how casual everyone was about his and Paul's sexuality. He'd thought they'd have to creep out separately in order to hide what was actually going to happen.

"So, when do you two lovebirds leave?" Martha giggled.

"A week on Friday but in the meantime we've got a lot of packing up to do."

"Well, if there's anything I can help with just let me know."

"There is one thing Martha" Tom piped up, "Would it be possible to have some of your delicious recipes?"

"Of course you can my love; I'll copy some off for you; I take it you'll be the cook" she added with a chuckle.

"If he's not, then we'll both starve" Paul laughed.

"Yes, even as a child I couldn't get you interested in cooking whereas young Tom here loved playing with dough and baking biscuits."

They left her and Tom commenced clearing away the coffee things. He suddenly remembered that he'd not collected his Lordship's from the library. "Fuck them, they can wait until the morning" he giggled. Paul helped him clear things away and once done they went up to Paul's room. There was now no need to creep around late at night since two out of the three inhabitants knew of their love for each other. The chances of Paul's father coming into their part of the house was one in a million. Besides, they were past caring now.

They stripped off and lay on the bed holding each other as they went over the day's events. It wasn't long before two hard cocks were anxious for attention.

"Fuck me" Paul pleaded and went on all fours burying his head in the pillow. Tom gazed at Paul's gorgeous arse and gently teased it with a finger. He grabbed the lube and gave it a good fingering. Having got two fingers in and moved them round to feel everything inside, he slipped in a third to open him up wide. "Please, fuck me" Paul pleaded again so Tom lubricated his cock which was already leaking pre-cum and gently pressed it up against the gorgeous hole in front of him. "Yeah, fuck that arse" Paul groaned as he felt the long hard shaft make its way inside him. Once fully in and he could feel Tom's pubic hairs tickling his butt he told him to fuck him real hard. As Tom did so he grabbed hold of Paul's rampant organ and massaged it. By the time he was emptying his load, Paul was shooting all over the sheet. "Fuck, fuck" he cried out, "Yeah, fucking beautiful". Paul giggled and kept on pumping until they were both spent.

When their bodies came to a stop, Tom pulled out and they collapsed beside each other on the bed. Paul immediately rolled over onto Tom and pressed his mouth against his. They kissed passionately for several minutes and Tom could feel Paul's tongue probing his mouth. It felt just wonderful and when he realised they'd be able to do this whenever they wanted once in London, it felt even better.

"Oh god, that was just wonderful" Paul exclaimed, "I love you so much".

Tom grinned. He loved Paul just as much and he loved hearing him say it.

Over the next few days Tom helped Paul pack up his art materials. Once they were all packed up they started on his room. Lots of things were either chucked out or relegated to the storeroom in the attic just in case they were needed in the future. Everything else was packed into boxes or suitcases leaving just a few things for Paul to wear until the final move. Tom did the same for his things but he didn't have anywhere near as much. When it came to personal items all he had were two boxes of things that had belonged to his parents and which he wanted to keep. He had few clothes which was something Paul had said they would address once in London since at the Hall, Tom had worn black trousers and a white shirt most of the time. He seldom had the need for smart clothes or casual for that matter but once in London that would all change.

The other thing he had to do was train up his successor. The day after her conversation with Tom and Paul, Lady Roberts had contacted the Estate Manager. She knew that his son Edward was not that suited to farm work so she invited him up to the Hall to see if he'd be interested in taking over Tom's duties. He jumped at the offer so he was now being trained up. Edward was twenty four years of age and still lived with his parents. He and Tom often went down to the local pub for a drink so they knew each other fairly well. Having sworn Edward to secrecy, Tom told him about Paul and his plans to live together. Edward immediately pulled Tom into a hug and said how happy he was for them. Tom was somewhat surprised at his reaction. "If I'm honest" Edward continued, "I'm envious; I so wish I could find someone like Paul to love." Tom replayed in his mind what Edward had said. He'd often had a feeling that Edward might be gay but nothing had been said between them. Neither had Edward ever mentioned girls so the topic had never been discussed.

"Have you never met anyone you really loved?" Tom said as they cleaned the silver together in the kitchen.

"Only one person but I knew he was already spoken for" Edward grinned. Tom went red in the face realising what he'd said.

"Perhaps one day you will" Tom replied patting Edward's hand.

"Yeah, perhaps"

That night when in bed with Paul, Tom relayed to him the conversation with Edward. "I'd often thought he could be but wasn't sure; I think Martha knows from odd comments she's made over the years; but then she knows his parents well and watched him grow up. Martha doesn't miss much in any event."

"It's a bit of a laugh really isn't it; your father gets rid of one poof only to be replaced by another" Tom laughed.

"Yeah, but I much prefer this poof" he giggled as he grabbed hold of Tom's cock which soon went hard. It didn't take long before their usual night time fuck was under way.

Edward was a fast learner and soon got to know what he was required to do. Tom noticed that Lord Roberts virtually ignored him now and only dealt with Edward, even when Tom was present. It suited Tom since he was rapidly getting to the point where he despised the man. He'd never particularly liked him but over the years had tolerated his attitude towards him. Now he knew he was leaving he found he wasn't so tolerant but he knew he only had a few more days under the man's roof.

On the Tuesday, before they were due to finally leave the Hall, they drove to London taking with them all that they'd packed so far. The car was loaded to the hilt but they managed. Paul could have asked the estate manager to get one of the farm workers to use an estate van but he decided he wanted to do this on his own, especially since he had Tom's help. It was their home and he didn't want others to take part in setting it up.

Once they'd unloaded everything Paul set up his studio whilst Tom made up the bed using the linen that Martha had said they could take with the permission of Lady Roberts. She'd also included towels and a host of other things so he put all those away. When their respective jobs were done they made their way to Heals to look at furniture. They'd decided to replace the sofa and chairs in the living room since they were now in the process of purchasing the property and they needed a small dining room table and chairs plus various other items. Once in the furniture department they asked a sales assistant to help them. When he realised how much they required he was more than happy to assist.

They eventually came away having purchased everything they needed including lamps and a couple of occasional tables. Tom had also produced a list of kitchen utensils he needed since those in the apartment weren't up to much. Once chosen these too were added to the list of items to be delivered on Friday afternoon. There was just one other thing that Paul needed which was a piano. Ideally he'd have liked a baby grand but in no way could they fit one of those in so he opted for an electronic piano instead. He'd already identified what he wanted to they went to a well known musical shop and tried it out.

"We'll have it" Paul told the assistant who was more than pleased to have the sale. It was one of the most expensive in the shop. That would be delivered on the Friday morning so they decided they'd have to travel to London on the Thursday evening. Since Edward now knew most of what he had to do they decided that wouldn't be a problem since they'd planned to leave first thing on the Friday in any event. To be honest, both were glad to leave Blake Hall as soon as they could since things were becoming unbearable with Paul's father.

At dinner on the Thursday evening, which Edward served without any assistance from Tom, Paul told his father that he was leaving for London that evening. He'd already warned his mother beforehand but had decided not to tell his father until the last minute.

"Come and see me before you leave Paul" his mother said as she left to go to her sitting room. Conversation with her husband was almost nonexistent now. He spent more and more time with Teresa often the whole night. Her father's dementia had progressively got worse and would no doubt soon have to go into a home. Quite what would happen then she wasn't sure. She wouldn't put it past her husband for him to install her in the house so they could sleep together every night. She was seriously thinking about moving into the east wing now that Paul was going but didn't want him to think that he no longer had a home but it was something very much in her mind.

Once she'd left the dining room Paul decided to make a move. He stood up and held his hand out towards his father.

"Goodbye father" he said coldly.

"Ah, you're off are you son; well, don't forget what I've told you; before you settle down with a nice girl let your hair down boy; there are plenty of women in London up for it so make the most of them; if necessary pay for it boy."

Paul looked at his father with disgust. He was so tempted to say 'I'm gay you fucking idiot' but of course he said nothing and ignored his father's remark. Once he'd shaken his father's hand he left the dining room to find the man he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. He found Tom with Martha and when he walked in his face sprang to life. They kissed, despite Martha watching on and then bade farewell to her.

"Now you two look after each other won't you and don't forget to keep in touch". They assured her they would and gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She then gave them a large tin. "Have baked you a cake" she grinned.

"Thanks Martha, love you" Tom replied as he took the tin. They went upstairs to collect their coats and the final bags and once these had been loaded into the car they went to find Paul's mother. She was in her sitting room looking very glum but when she saw the pair of them her face lifted.

"You must come and stay with us whenever you want" Paul said sensing her loneliness.

"I'll be fine" she smiled as she wrapped her son in her arms. "Now you will keep in contact won't you; and that goes for you too Tom; you've got my number".

"Yes we will" they both replied and she then gave Tom an equally warm hug and a kiss before finally letting them go.

She and Martha stood at the front door and waved as they drove off. Tom looked to see if Lord Roberts was peering out of a window but there was no sign of him. He felt sorry for Paul and placed a hand on his leg. Paul placed a hand on Tom's and patted it.

"Happy?"

"Yes, very, are you?"

"Don't be daft; how could I not be; I'm off to live with the guy I love and once we get home I'm going to show him how much."

Tom giggled and involuntarily felt his crotch. "Mm can't wait".

The journey to London took almost three hours due to heavy traffic. As such it was almost eleven o'clock by the time they arrived so they unloaded the car and sat down in their new living room to have a drink before going to bed.

"Here's to us" Paul grinned and held up his glass of brandy. Tom did the same and gently touched their glasses together. Tom wasn't used to drinking spirits so felt it go to his head as he drank. Suddenly Paul put his arm round his lover and pulled him tight. "Have I ever told you that I think you're very sexy and I love you to bits" Paul giggled.

"You might have but perhaps you'd better tell me again" Tom laughed.

Paul pulled him into a passionate kiss which made Tom's cock jump to attention. "I think you're very sexy and I love you to bits" he giggled and his hand dropped down into Tom's crotch. "Mm, what have we here?"

"I don't know what have you there?" Tom giggled.

"I do believe I've found a long thick cock which is very hard" Paul laughed and gave the said organ a good feel.

"Well, well; and what do you want to do with that long thick hard cock?"

"Mm now let me think" Paul giggled as he unfastened Tom's jeans, opened them up and plunged a hand down inside Tom's briefs. Tom gasped at the feel of Paul's warm hand round his manhood. He was so going to enjoy his life with Paul who was now on his knees pulling Tom's trousers and briefs off him. Once they'd been flung to one side, he slipped Tom's T shirt off over his head. "God, you really are so sexy" he said as he gazed at the naked body before him. Tom pulled his head towards him and they kissed. As he did so he grabbed hold of Paul's T shirt and lifted that off him. Paul stood up and watched Tom unfasten his jeans before pulling them down his legs along with his briefs. Paul's cock sprang to life as it was released and Tom immediately took it into his mouth. Not wanting to reach a climax just yet, Paul lifted Tom up from his seat and they kissed once again.

"Want to fuck you right now" Paul whispered. Tom grinned and let Paul bend him over the end of the sofa. He felt Paul finger his arse before pressing a well lubricated cock into it. Paul had prepared for this moment earlier and placed a small bottle of lube nearby.

"Oh yes" Tom cried out, "Yeah, fuck me babe, fuck me real hard". Paul needed no encouragement since that was precisely what he intended doing. He pumped away until he could feel his seed rise and spilling into the guy he loved with all his heart. Once he was spent, he turned Tom round, pushed him back over the end of the sofa so that his cock was high in the air. He then went down on it and sucked him until he could taste his gorgeous spunk filling his mouth. Once Tom was spent, Paul collapsed over his prostrate body and they kissed with Tom's spunk sloshing around in their mouths.

"Mm, that was delicious" Paul grinned once the kiss was over, "Just think, we can do this whenever we want from now on."

"Yeah, bring it on" Tom laughed.

The following day was busy what with deliveries and sorting things out. They also had to go to the local supermarket to stock up on things. This was a new experience for Paul since he'd never had to do grocery shopping before but he enjoyed the experience and was surprised at how knowledgeable Tom was with food products. It made him realise how ignorant he was about such things and how lucky he was to have Tom living with him. When they got back home with their provisions, the post had arrived. There was a letter from the solicitor saying he'd received the report from the surveyor and apart from a few minor problems the building was in good shape. As such the purchase was now underway, and all going well everything would be completed within a month. Paul pulled Tom into his arms and kissed him.

"We'll soon be the proud owners of our own home; what do you think about that?"

"I can't believe it; everything has happened so fast; I love you so much."

He was about to show how much when the doorbell rang. Paul had forgotten that he'd asked an alarm company to come round to quote for installing a burglar alarm. The Hall had such a system and he felt they should too, especially since they were in a ground floor apartment. Tom opened the door and a gorgeous black guy was standing there.

"Mr Roberts?" he grinned and showed a beautiful set of white teeth.

"Yes, here" Paul replied moving forward.

"Ah" the guy replied as he held out his hand grinning at Paul and Tom, "Have come about the alarm you're interested in having fitted".

"Come on in" Paul said as he looked the guy over. He oozed sex and both Tom and Paul felt their bodies twitch with excitement.

"Nice place you have here" the guy commented, "I'm Robert; I understand you're interested in our premium range system".

"We are" Paul replied and thought to himself 'and you'.

Having looked round the premises and made a note of what would be required to fit contacts on all windows and doors, he sat down and worked out a price. "And you want CCTV cameras to cover the front?" Paul said he did and wanted one to also cover the entrance to the apartment upstairs. Robert said that could be done so added it to the specification. As he worked, both Tom and Paul gazed at his gorgeous body. The guy was wearing a tight black shirt and an even tighter pair of black jeans. Everything about him oozed sex and neither of them could stop looking at him.

Once he'd completed his calculations he went through the quote. It seemed very reasonable to Paul and far less than he'd expected so he immediately accepted it. "When could you start the job?"

Robert smiled at him, "Well, I do happen to have a slot available because a customer has delayed having their system fitted due to illness in the house so I could start it tomorrow if you wanted as we have everything I need in stock; it's not that big a job and could be done in a day".

"Wow, that's quick" Tom grinned.

"We aim to please" Robert grinned as he glanced down at Tom's crotch.

"Excellent, we'll go for that" Paul replied.

"See you tomorrow at prompt nine if that's okay"

Once Tom had seen Robert out, he returned to the sun room where Paul was now standing looking out at the garden. "Wow, he was sexy" he chuckled and put his arms round Paul's waist.

"He sure was" Paul laughed, "but not as sexy as the guy standing behind me". Tom giggled and pressed his still hard organ up against Paul's butt. "Mm now that feels really sexy" Paul groaned. Tom lowered a hand and felt Paul's bulge whilst he unfastened his jeans with his other hand. Soon the jeans were round Paul's ankles and Tom's hand was inside his briefs. Those too were soon pushed down Paul's legs and his erection stood out proudly in front of him. They both looked at its reflection in the window as Tom massaged it. "Oh god, you're gonna make me come" he groaned as he felt his climax rise.

"Yeah, let's see you shoot your cum over the glass" Tom giggled and increased the pace of massage. Soon ribbons of white creamy cum spattered the glass and started to run down. They both laughed as Paul shot ribbon after ribbon until he was finally spent.

"Look at the mess you've made" Tom laughed and gave Paul's naked butt a smart smack.

"It's your fault" Paul laughed, "So you can lick it all up".

Tom laughed and knelt down in front of the window. He licked the whole lot off leaving smears of spit and cum. "Lovely stuff" he giggled when he'd finally licked every last drop. He then ran into the kitchen and grabbed a cloth to clean the glass. They were having such fun and so enjoyed the freedom to at last be able to let their hair down and do what they wanted when they wanted without fear of being found out.

They'd no sooner cleaned up and Paul had pulled his trousers up when the doorbell rang yet again.

"I wonder if that's Robert returning for a fuck" Paul laughed as he went to open the door.

"Hi, I'm Peter and this is my wife Vanessa; we're your neighbours from upstairs" the guy standing there announced.

Paul smiled and held out his hand. "Hi, I'm Paul and this is my partner Tom; come on in".

The pair walked inside and followed Tom into the living room. Paul followed on rather enjoying the view. Peter was tall and very good looking with long golden hair that fell over his shoulders. Vanessa was also very attractive but it was Peter who held Paul's attention and by Tom's face he too felt the same.

"I hope you don't mind us popping down but we saw your car outside so guessed you'd moved in so we thought we'd come and welcome you" Vanessa said as she sat down on the sofa with her husband.

"Also brought a small gift for you" Peter grinned as he held out a bottle of white wine.

"Excellent, thank you very much" Paul replied as he took the bottle. "We were just on the point of having a glass, would you like to join us?"

They said they would so Tom offered to fetch glasses and a bottle from the kitchen. "Red or white?"

"We tend to drink red if you've got some" Vanessa replied.

"Red it is then" Tom grinned and disappeared into the kitchen.

"So, where have you moved from?" Peter asked Paul.

"Near Trowbridge, Wiltshire; I will be working in London so we decided to move in together"

"Great; well welcome" Peter replied smiling.

"And I understand from the agent that you're purchasing the whole house so you'll be our landlord" Vanessa added.

"I'm afraid so; hope you don't mind" Paul grinned.

"Fuck no" Peter laughed, "To be honest we never particularly liked the current guy; he's only just redecorated the whole house because he knew he wanted to sell it despite us complaining that it was badly in need of it."

Paul nodded as he poured the wine that Tom had now brought from the kitchen. Fortunately they'd bought a case from a local wine store earlier. Once everyone had a glass, Peter held his up and said "Cheers, here's to a happy relationship with our new landlord and we hope you'll be happy here".

"I'm sure we will" Paul replied and nearly added 'particularly with you around'.

"Mm nice wine" Peter commented having taken two sips, "This is no supermarket plonk".

"So what line are you in?" Vanessa asked once her husband had finished drooling over his wine.

"I'm a freelance commercial artist and Tom will be assisting me"

Tom grinned although he was still not too sure exactly what Paul expected of him but he'd mentioned something about keeping the books and doing some administrative work. Fortunately he'd had to do a bit of that at the Hall so knew something about it and he'd read stuff on the internet about keeping accounts, doing invoices and how to write business letters. Since Paul's father was in fact an Earl, Paul was strictly a Viscount but he seldom used the title except when trying to impress someone.

Peter explained that he was a sales and marketing manager for a stationery company and Vanessa was a secretary at the same company.

"How long have you been living here?" Tom asked.

"Six years" Peter smiled, "We love this area".

"And does your apartment need any work done on it?" Paul asked having picked up on Peter's earlier comments about the current landlord.

"Not really; we've made sure the landlord has repaired things when necessary despite having had to chase and chase but eventually we've got there."

"Well, I hope the new landlord will be better" Paul grinned.

"I get the feeling he will be" Vanessa smiled as if she was flirting with him.

"Once everything has gone through perhaps I can have a look round and see for myself".

Peter and Vanessa said that sounded an excellent idea and decided they rather liked their future landlord.

Once the bottle of wine had been finished off, Peter and Vanessa made a move saying if Paul and Tom needed anything just to let them know. As Paul showed them out he mentioned the alarm system he was having fitted the next day and the fact that there'd be a couple of CCTV cameras covering the front of the house. They were very impressed and thanked him. "You can't be too careful these days" Peter replied as he shook Paul's hand. "Thanks, it will be good to know that the cars and our front entrance are covered."

Paul watched the pair go to their entrance and closed the door. He found Tom in the kitchen busy preparing their first meal together.

"I think they seem happy enough having two poofs as their landlord" he chuckled.

Tom laughed, "Yeah they should be and if they knew their landlord was a Viscount they'd be very impressed."

"And how about you; do you enjoy fucking a Viscount?" Paul laughed as he put his arms round his lover and gave him a grope.

"Yeah, certainly do; a Viscount's arse is so much nicer to fuck" he giggled.

At prompt nine the following morning Robert arrived to commence installation of the alarm system. With him was an equally attractive guy.

"Hi, this is Eze; he's going to be helping me today"

"So you install as well as doing sales" Paul grinned.

"Sure; like to make sure the job is done properly and the client is happy"

Paul grinned. He could think of several ways that Robert could keep him happy. Robert smiled and his eyes wandered south.

"I'll leave you to it" Paul said.

"Yeah, think you had, otherwise I won't get the job finished". He said this with a mischievous grin on his face and Paul felt his face blush.

Later in the morning Paul saw Tom gazing at Robert and his mate. "I thought I was the only man for you" he whispered.

Tom blushed. "I'm only looking".

"Mm and imagining I bet" Paul laughed.

"And you haven't of course"

"Well, just a little"

Tom laughed and kissed his lover.

At just gone six that evening the job was finished. All external windows and doors had been alarmed and two CCTV cameras had been installed at the front of the property. Whilst Eze packed up their tools, Robert showed Paul and Tom how to operate the control panel and access the CCTV footage on their laptop via WiFi. As he did so he came up close and personal to them. They could smell his after shave which smelt good. By the time he'd finished, both guys had a hard-on.

"God that guy was so hot" Paul groaned once Robert had left and said if there were any problems to just call him.

"Yeah, think we'll have to call him just to get him back; perhaps next time he'll be on his own and we can have our wicked way with him."

Paul laughed, "And there was me thinking you were such an innocent guy".

"Must be living with you" Tom laughed, "But I think it's time we let our hair down don't you?"

"Was thinking the same thing; how about we go to a gay bar tonight and then onto a club?"

Tom said he was definitely up for that so after they'd had their evening meal, which was a chicken stir fry, and cleared everything away, they changed into their party gear. When they'd been to London earlier in the week, they'd both purchased some tight T shirts and low cut jeans which showed off their bodies, and their butts to perfection. They'd also bought skimpy thin white cotton briefs to wear.

They started off in Ku Bar in Soho which by the time they arrived was busy. They enjoyed the sight of lots of gorgeous guys as they perused the bar. After a while they noticed a young guy who seemed to be on his own. He kept on looking at them and they smiled at each other. Eventually he wandered over and introduced himself. "Hi, I'm Simon". The other two introduced themselves and they got chatting. Simon was eighteen and lived on his own in Camden. It seemed he'd gone through several boyfriends already but none had lasted. He was very attracted to both Tom and Paul but soon realised they were a couple. Even so, he liked them so decided to hang around to see what happened. When he found out they were new to London he offered to show them what places were on offer when it came to cool and exciting gay venues.

"Are you guys going on to a club from here?" he asked hopefully when it was just gone ten o'clock. Paul said they were and asked which he recommended.

"I often go to East Bloc in Shoreditch; plenty of hot guys on show" he grinned.

"Sounds good" Tom giggled so it was decided that was where they'd go once it opened at ten thirty.

Once on their way, Simon offered the other two guys a joint. "I smoke one before I arrive since smoking is not allowed inside these days". Tom and Paul accepted one even though neither normally smoked but they were out for a night's fun so decided to join in. Tom soon noticed the effect it was having on him and rather enjoyed it much to Paul's amusement. When they were nearly at the club, Simon pulled out some small tablets. "Want one of these? They're good stuff."

"Don't usually do drugs" Paul replied.

"Go on; they're good and make you feel real sexy"

Paul thought for a moment and then looked at Tom. Neither of them had done drugs so were not sure but Simon seemed a genuine guy so they agreed. They took one each and made their way to the entrance. The bouncer grinned at Simon clearly knowing him. "These are my friends" he said nodding to Tom and Paul. The bouncer waved them in. They handed their jackets over to the guy at the desk and made their way into the basement club. Already it was busy and the music vibrated through their bodies. Paul bought three drinks and they moved to one side to view the talent.

"Wow, that guy's sexy" Simon giggled nodding towards a particular guy on the dance floor who already had his T shirt off and was showing off his torso. Tom felt his cock jump to attention. The guy was certainly hot and the drug in conjunction with the earlier joint was also having its effect. Suddenly Paul kissed him and he leaned in for some more. Seeing Simon watching them he pulled him into the kiss as well. Simon was more than happy to join in so it wasn't long before all three bodies were up close and personal with hands feeling each other. Simon was also semi hard and enjoyed Tom and Paul's attention.

When they'd finished their drinks they moved into the throng on the dance floor. They jiggled to the music pressing their bodies against each other at every opportunity. Simon made sure that he got a good feel of the two gorgeous guys he'd managed to bag. Soon their T shirts were also removed like most of the other guys around. Once naked flesh was on show, things became even hotter. During one session on the dance floor, Tom and Paul were rubbing their groins against each other whilst kissing. Simon moved up close behind Tom and rubbed his now fully erect cock up against Tom's butt. He then put his hands round Tom's waist and slowly moved a hand down into his crotch. Before long his fingers were feeling inside the front of his jeans and touching the head of his hard-on.

"Wow, that feels real nice" he groaned into Tom's ear. Tom put a hand round his back and felt Simon's erection. He then realised that Simon had unzipped himself so he slipped a hand inside to feel the hot organ straining to get out. Paul then joined in and slipped fingers inside as well to have a good feel. Every so often they'd change around and have a good feel of each other. Paul managed to get his hand right down inside Simon's trousers at one point and have a good feel of his naked butt. Simon loved it and decided he definitely wanted to spend more time with these guys.

Finally it was time to leave and once outside they looked at each other. Simon was hoping that the other two would invite him back with them and the other two were pondering whether or not to do so.

"I really enjoyed being with you guys" Simon eventually said to break the impasse.

"Yeah, so did we" Paul replied on behalf of himself and Tom. "How about we meet up again next Friday?"

Simon's face lit up. That suited him since he'd often found that not rushing into things was better in the long run; not that it meant he ended up with a long term boyfriend and he knew that was not a possibility with these guys since it was clear they were very much in love with each other. Despite that he liked them and he liked their company. If it meant he could have a threesome with them sometime then even better.

"Yeah I'd like that very much" he grinned.

"How about we meet up for a meal first, then go to a bar before coming here again" Paul suggested.

"Um, yeah; where did you have in mind for a meal?"

Paul sensed that Simon didn't have much money so said the meal would be on him. Simon immediately accepted the invitation and suggested where to meet.

"See you at seven thirty then" Simon grinned as they kissed goodbye to each other and went their separate ways.

"Nice guy" Tom commented once they were on their own.

"Yeah, very nice; in fact real hot; wouldn't mind getting him into bed sometime; are you up for a threesome?"

Tom grinned, "You bet".

On the Monday, Paul had meetings with his new client most of the day so Tom got on with some chores. He first went out to the local shops to buy provisions having decided to do what Martha always did and plan his meals for the week. On his return, he cleaned all the kitchen cupboards and reorganised them how he wanted. With that done he looked out of the window and noticed the patio and the paved paths between the flower beds needed a good sweep. He then noticed several flower beds needed weeding so he set to since it was a nice spring day. The garden mainly consisted of shrubs but bulbs were peeping through the soil in places. Already there was an array of yellow and blue which made the garden look colourful.

By the time he'd finished, cleaned his tools and put them away in the tool store that was tucked under the stairs to the first floor apartment, Paul had returned. It was now late afternoon.

"Wow, the garden looks great." He sauntered up to where Tom was standing and gave him a kiss. Tom's whole body shivered with excitement, not only because of having his hot boyfriend kiss him but also because they were now able to show each other how much they loved one another whenever they felt like it. No longer did they have to worry about who was around or who would see them. They were now in their own home and could do what they liked. The fact that a neighbour might see them kiss didn't bother them. They were now both out, and proud to be so.

"How did the meetings go?" Tom asked as he walked Paul back inside with his arm round him.

"Very well; they want a hell of an amount done in a relatively short timescale."

"I'm sure you can meet their demands" Tom chuckled and gave his man another kiss.

"Yeah, I expect so but I'll need your help." Tom was pleased that Paul felt he could help but quite how he had no idea. The company designed and manufactured electronic goods and Paul's job was to come up with ideas on how they could best be shown in marketing material, sales literature and instruction manuals for those that had such things. "The first thing we must do is produce a schedule of what is required, the timescale in which it has to be done and how far things have got so I don't forget anything or miss any of their target dates." Tom reckoned he could produce a chart on the computer for that which would also include the amount of time he spent on each job for costing and invoicing purposes.

Paul pulled him into a hug and kissed him yet again. "I knew you were not only just a pretty face; that sounds brilliant; we'll set something up tomorrow morning, but now I'm going to have a shower because I feel hot and sticky; you want to join me?" Paul asked with a big grin across his face. Tom gave Paul an equally big grin having a pretty good idea what would happen.

Once stripped naked they wet their bodies beneath the shower. Paul turned off the water and they soaped each other all over with shampoo. They hugged and their erections which were now standing out proud rubbed together. The soaped covered organs became harder and their mouths locked into a kiss. Tom opened his mouth and felt Paul's hot tongue push its way in. The kiss was intense and hands were sliding and slipping all over each other.

Suddenly Paul pulled out of the kiss and turned Tom round. "Want to fuck you" he grunted as he pressed his rampant organ up against Tom's butt. He'd already slipped fingers inside to lubricate the entrance so with one final push he had his cock inside.

"Oh, fuck yes" Tom cried out. He'd imagined his lover's cock inside him all day so this was pure heaven. "Yeah, give that arse a good hard fuck".

Paul giggled. He loved it when Tom got excited like this and it made his whole body become even more excited. "Yeah, you love my big cock up your arse don't you my love".

"Yeah, fuck me, fuck me" Tom cried out not caring anymore about how loud he cried. They knew Peter and Vanessa wouldn't be home yet but in any event from what they'd seen already, the apartment was well insulated so what went on either upstairs or down wasn't heard by the other.

Paul thrust back and forth feeling the head of his cock rubbing against the soft flesh inside of his lover. He wanted this to last so slowed down every so often. He reached round and grabbed hold of Tom's erection to give that a good massage whilst he fucked. By now they were both crying out with pleasure as their climaxes reached their peak. Suddenly Paul tensed and then let forth as his cock erupted inside of Tom. Almost at the same time, Tom's cock also erupted and spewed creamy white cum all over the black tiles. As they continued to shoot their load, they both watched it slowly slide down the wall. Finally they were both spent and Paul kissed the back of Tom's neck.

"Fuck that was good" he exclaimed.

"Yeah, fucking brilliant" Tom chuckled and pressed back on Paul's still hard cock to get it right inside his arse. The warmth of Tom's hot flesh round his organ was too good to lose for the moment so he slowly moved back and forth whilst he continued to stroke Tom's. "God I love you so much".

Finally they parted and rinsed off the soap that was clinging to their naked bodies. They rinsed off Tom's spunk that was still slowly slipping down the tiles and giggled as they did so. Once rinsed off they each grabbed a bath towel and dried each other off taking great delight in drying each other's tackle. Once dry they walked into the bedroom.

"How about we just wear a pair of briefs" Paul giggled. "You never know I might want to fuck you again later" he laughed.

Tom grinned and said that sounded a great idea. "It's my turn to fuck you next" he giggled.

"You can fuck me whenever you like" Paul laughed as he grabbed a very sexy pair of briefs which showed lots of naked butt. Tom grabbed a similar pair for himself and they moved into the kitchen.

"What's on the menu tonight then?" Paul grinned.

"Meat pie with potatoes and steamed spinach"

"Mm sounds delicious; is it a homemade meat pie?"

"Of course; I'm not just a pretty face you know" Tom grinned.

"I know; you've got a gorgeous arse as well" Paul replied and pulled his lover into another hug.

"If you keep on like this I'll never get anything prepared" Tom laughed.

"I can't stop hugging you; you're so sexy" Paul giggled and felt down inside Tom's briefs whilst he filled a pan with water for the potatoes.

The rest of the week was busy for both of them. Paul got stuck into his first assignment as a commercial artist and had to visit another company who'd said they were interested in him. This company wanted posters designed for theatre productions, which was an interesting project. Tom set up systems on his computer to monitor everything and learnt how to set up accounts and do invoicing. He was surprised at how much he enjoyed doing the work and Paul was clearly impressed with what he did. In between this he looked after the apartment, did the cleaning, washing and ironing although Paul did assist with some of this. These were things he'd never had to do when living at home since all his life there had been a servant to undertake such tasks. Even so, he enjoyed helping out, especially when it meant having his lover near at hand.

On the Friday evening they met up with Simon for a meal. When the bill came he offered to pay his share but Paul insisted on paying the whole bill.

"I must pay next time" he told Tom whilst Paul went to the toilet.

"Don't worry; Paul can more than afford to do so" Tom told him without actually saying he was a Viscount and a multi millionaire which he knew was something Paul liked to keep quiet about.

"He's a generous guy as well as being gorgeous" Simon chuckled.

"He is and he's mine" Tom grinned.

"Ooh, spoil sport; won't you share him"

"Play your cards right and I might"

Simon grinned and looked forward to doing so.

As before they started off in Ku Bar but this time Simon was much more amorous than previously. He was a lovely guy and very bubbly so the other two didn't mind. He was also quite a bit shorter and had a smaller frame than either Paul or Tom who towered over him.

"I take it you guys are coming to East Bloc again" Simon giggled as he pushed his body up against Paul's. They said they were so when it was time to do so they made their way to Shoreditch. As before, they smoked a joint each and Simon gave them one of his happy pills. By the time they reached the club all three were up for some fun.

They enjoyed each other's company as well as each other's bodies whilst they danced. By three in the morning when they decided it was time to leave, they'd had hands over each other's naked chests and inside their trousers. All three were now rock hard and wanting some action.

"You want to come back with us?" Paul asked Simon. He jumped at the opportunity so Paul hailed a cab and they all climbed in. As soon as they got home and the front door was closed they were all over each other. Trainers, jackets, T shirts and jeans were soon scattered over the hallway. Paul led them straight into the bedroom and Simon was laid down on the bed. His briefs were removed to release his cock and the other two yanked theirs off to release their stiff rods. Tom crawled over Simon's chest and offered his cock to Simon's mouth. He grabbed it and commenced sucking. Paul opened Simon's legs out wide and crawled between them so he could suck Simon's cock and lick Tom's arse which were almost together since the cock was pressing against Tom's crack.

The action continued for quite some time before Simon said he wanted the other two guys to fuck him. "I love being fucked and can't want to have these two beauties inside me." Paul couldn't wait to get his inside Simon so he grabbed a condom and prepared himself. Simon told Tom to sit up against the headboard so he could lie on his stomach and suck Tom's cock whilst Paul fucked him from behind. Once everyone was in position, Paul slicked the hairless entrance and pressed his tool inside.

"Oh fuck, yes; that feels beautiful" Simon cried out in between sucking Tom's big head.

"Yeah, gorgeous arse to fuck" Paul groaned as he fucked away.

"Want to taste your cum Paul so pull out when you're nearly there" Simon said in between sucks. Paul kept going for several minutes before he said he was nearly there and pulled out. Simon stopped sucking Tom and turned round to take Paul's cock into his mouth. "Fuck me Tom whilst I suck Paul off". Tom grabbed a condom and knelt up behind Simon. His hole was wide open so his cock slipped in with ease. "Mm" Simon moaned as he continued to bring Paul to his climax. Suddenly Paul cried out that he was coming and Simon tasted the creamy nectar.

"Want to taste you too Tom" he yelled once Paul had stopped shooting. When Tom said he was about to shoot he pulled out, whipped off the condom and Simon took the big cock into his mouth just in time to receive another load of creamy cum. Having turned round again, Paul fingered Simon's arse and grabbed hold of his cock that was hanging between his legs. By the time Tom had finished shooting, Simon was shooting his load.

Once everyone was sated, they grinned at each other. "That was fucking beautiful" Simon cried out. Seeing that Tom and Paul still had a hard-on he told them to fuck one another. He loved watching other guys fuck. Tom went on all fours and Paul moved up behind him. When Simon realised he was going to see Tom being fucked by a raw cock he nearly wet himself. He loved bareback sex even better and had almost suggested it earlier but thought better of it. Paul had plenty of juice to flow yet so continued fucking Tom until he was once again shooting his load. Once done, he went on all fours for Tom to fuck him.

Simon spent the night with them and slept in the middle. When they woke later that morning, they had another session in which he was given a long hard fuck by both the other guys. Since it was now lunchtime, Tom made them all a brunch.

"Are you guys going out again tonight?" Simon asked as he tucked into his food. From what the other two could see it looked as if he'd not eaten for days.

"What had you in mind?" Paul grinned guessing that Simon had something up his sleeve.

"Was wondering if you fancied SBN at The Hoist in Vauxhall" he grinned.

"SBN, what's that?" Tom asked innocently.

"Stark bullock naked my love" Paul chuckled, "The dress code is just trainers only".

"What, stark naked guys?" Tom asked almost choking on his food.

"Yep, that's why it's called SBN" Simon laughed, "its good fun".

"Yeah, count me in" Tom laughed so it was agreed that Simon would spend the rest of the day with them and they'd make their way to The Hoist at ten.

By the time they reached The Hoist, Tom was really excited. He couldn't believe there was a club where guys would be stark naked. Once inside they stripped off and made their way to the bar. Paul got the drinks and they stood and enjoyed the view. There were some beautiful guys on show but the three of them also attracted plenty of attention. One particular guy whose name was Damian paid particular attention to Simon. He was twenty six and very much into rough sex and S&M but at the time Simon didn't know that. What he did know was that Damian had taken a fancy to him and had a good feel whenever he could. Paul was uncomfortable with the guy. There was something about him that warned Paul off.

By closing time they'd all been well and truly felt. Stiff cocks were the norm and guys took good advantage of having a feel. A few even went down on their knees to have a suck. Despite Damian doing his utmost to persuade Simon to go back with him Simon in fact opted to go home with the two guys he knew. Before they settled down Simon was again given a good fuck by the other two.

Simon became a regular friend and they spent many hours together both at Paul and Tom's apartment and at the clubs. Whenever they went to SBN, Damian was there trying his best to persuade Simon to go home with him.

About five weeks after they'd moved into their new home, Paul received a call from his solicitor to say that the purchase of the house had gone through. They were now the proud owner of the whole house with a sitting tenant. He called Vanessa to give her the news that she and Peter now had a new landlord.

"That's great news, how about coming up for a meal to celebrate"

"You might want to see what we're like as Landlords before you do that" Paul laughed.

"Don't be daft, we think you're both great; how about Thursday at seven?"

"Thursday it is then"

When the day arrived Paul and Tom rang the bell of the upstairs apartment clutching one of Paul's expensive bottles of wine. The door intercom sprang to life and Peter told them to come on up. The door opened and they walked inside. Peter was waiting for them at the top of the stairs and as Paul walked up he got a great view of Peter's crotch. The guy had plenty to offer and it made Paul's jump to attention. As they shook hands he realised how stunning the guy was. The sight had not gone unnoticed by Tom who also grinned as he reached Peter.

"Come on through guys, it's great to see you"

Vanessa then appeared from the kitchen beaming from ear to ear. "Hi guys" she said and promptly gave each of them a kiss on the cheek. "We've had a letter from your solicitor Paul advising us of the new Landlord. You didn't tell us you were a Viscount."

"Oh fuck, I forgot to tell him to leave that out; my father is Earl Roberts so as his son I'm a Viscount but I don't use the title unless I need to."

"Wow, I certainly would" Peter grinned.

"Anyhow it's nice to know we have such an illustrious Landlord" Vanessa said.

"You wouldn't say that if you knew my father; he's a complete bastard"

"He's somewhat homophobic" Tom grinned.

"Somewhat! He's a two faced bigot and a hypocrite."

"Oh dear" Vanessa replied "Anyhow we think his son and his boyfriend are delightful and we're more than happy to have you as our Landlord."

Paul thanked her and asked if there was anything they needed sorting out. Vanessa suggested that Peter show them round whilst she got on with the meal. Peter did so and Paul noticed that the bathroom could do with an upgrade. Apart from that everything else looked in good order. He asked Tom to remind him to get a guy in to give a quote to fit a new suite and re-tile. Peter was very impressed and gave them a sweet smile which made him look very sexy.

One Saturday a few weeks later, Paul said he wanted to do some life painting. He'd often sketched people but had always wanted to do some nude work. He'd thought about asking Tom to pose for him but had never had the nerve to ask him.

"Of course I will, I'd love to" Tom replied so he stripped off and adopted the pose that Paul wanted. The problem was that seeing his lover standing naked affected his body and Tom noticed the bulge now showing. Despite trying to ignore it, his organ started to swell so it too was soon hard.

"Perhaps you'd like to paint me with a hard on" Tom giggled. Paul jumped at the idea. "You'd have to strip off as well so I can keep mine hard". Paul grinned but was happy to oblige.

The rest of the sitting passed with them both stark naked showing off stiff cocks to die for. "I wonder if Simon would be prepared to sit for me" Paul pondered getting harder at the thought.

"You could do a picture of us having sex" Tom suggested.

"What a brilliant idea; we'll ask him this evening".

When they met Simon at their usual haunt that evening, Tom mentioned the nude modelling. Simon jumped at the idea and said he'd always fancied being the subject of a nude painting. As it was agreed that he'd come back to their place after going to their usual club, it was arranged that Simon would stay over on the Sunday for Paul to paint him.

As usual, they got back home in the early hours and had a session of sex since they were all up for it by then having fumbled with each other at the club. When they woke later they had another threesome in which Simon was fucked by Paul and Tom. He just couldn't get enough of it and the other two never minded giving it to him. He also enjoyed watching Tom and Paul fuck each other whilst he sucked one of them off.

"Do you never fuck?" Tom asked as they lay back after the session.

"Not often; much prefer a cock up my arse and guys seem to prefer fucking me rather than me fucking them with my small dick."

"It's not that small" Paul laughed.

"Yeah, but it's not as big as your two cocks; you've got length and girth; all I've got is a thin stick of a cock."

"It's nice to suck though" Tom giggled and went down on it yet again.

After they'd eaten their eggs, bacon and sausages which had become the regular fare following their club nights, they got down to the nude modelling work. As usual they'd all worn briefs after their shower so Simon slipped his off and showed all. Paul decided to use the sunroom since the weather was nice and the sun was shining so he set up his easel and got Simon settled into a pose on one of the sun loungers. Just looking at his naked body caused his to react. The guy's small but well formed body was just beautiful.

Tom sat on the floor and watched Paul sketch Simon's outline and then start painting. As he watched he felt his body react too so it wasn't long before both he and Paul were showing off a large bulge.

Simon grinned having seen the effect he was having on the other two. "Think it's only fair that you guys strip off as well".

They both obliged and Simon enjoyed the sight of two stiff cocks whilst he tried to remain still for Paul. Once Paul had done sufficient he told Simon he could relax. "Can I see?" he asked excitedly and jumped up with his own stiff cock flapping around in front of him.

"Wow, that's brilliant" he exclaimed.

"It's far from finished but I've got enough to do so later" Paul replied as he stood back and admired his own handiwork. There was no doubt that Simon made a perfect subject as did Tom.

"So, you going to do one of me and Simon now" Tom grinned.

"Okay but I think it would be best to have you on the floor". Tom agreed so went off to fetch the duvet and some blankets to make it more comfortable to lie on.

"Is it going to be pornographic?" Simon chuckled.

"Would you be willing?" Paul asked rather excited at the thought of painting Simon and Tom having sex.

"Yeah, I'm up for it if Tom is".

"I'm definitely up for it as you can see" Tom laughed, "and you too from what I can see".

After much deliberation it was decided that Simon and Tom would adopt a ninety nine pose with each of them sucking the other. Paul moved his easel right up to them so he could draw them from above so as to see both cocks being sucked. Once he'd got the right amount of cock into each mouth he told them to hold it so he could do a quick sketch. The sight of his lover sucking Simon not only caused his own cock to jump with excitement but also gave him a slight feeling of jealousy. Not that he was worried about Tom's love for him since he knew it was strong but he knew Tom had a soft spot for Simon but then so did he.

Having sketched and painted as much as he needed to complete the picture later, he told them they could relax. "Might as well make good use of this cock in my mouth" Tom laughed before proceeding to continue his suck of Simon's erection. Not wanting to be left out, Paul grabbed lube and a condom before lying down behind Simon. He then pressed his stiff cock up to Simon's entrance and gently eased himself in. Simon groaned with pleasure as the long thick cock invaded him and his groans vibrated through Tom's cock which added to his pleasure. Slowly he fucked away whilst the other two sucked each other. They all took their time because they wanted this to last for as long as possible. As Paul fucked, he made a mental image of the three of them in his mind and wondered whether he could produce another painting of two guys sucking and a third fucking.

The two guys enjoyed Simon's company so much that they invited him to stay for an evening meal. Simon immediately accepted since he hated eating alone. Besides, Tom's meals were always far better than what he ever produced.

"Have you ever thought of starting a life drawing class for gay guys?" Simon asked Paul as they ate. "I'd be happy to be a model if you did."

Tom thought that sounded a great idea and after a while Paul started to consider it. They decided they could keep it select and just have four guys and use the sunroom or the living room since the studio wouldn't be large enough. Besides, Paul wanted to keep that for his commercial work.

"How do you suggest we advertise it?" Paul asked.

"Leave that to me" Simon grinned, "I know two guys who'd jump at the idea and I'm sure they have friends."

They discussed the detail and agreed they'd charge a small fee so that Simon could be paid for his services. Tom said he'd join in if required.

When they next met up, Simon said he'd found four guys very interested in Paul's life art class. Two were keen to learn how to draw and the other two were coming along just for fun but since Paul wasn't planning to make it that serious as he guessed more than just art would take place once they got to know each other, it suited him. They agreed to meet on a Sunday afternoon since it suited everyone.

As they arrived, Simon introduced each of the guys who were all friends so knew each other. The first to arrive was David. He was a twenty four year old and Paul wouldn't have minded using him as a model since he had a perfect body. Next was Ted who was the oldest of the group at thirty five. He was followed by Tony who was a black twenty six year old and caused Paul and Tom's body to react instantly. The guy oozed sex and was another whom Paul would have loved to use as a model. Perhaps he would once they got to know each other. The final guy was Ruben, was twenty two, and equally as stunning as the others. Paul and Tom looked forward to enjoying the company of these guys and wondered how much drawing would be done.

Paul first introduced himself and explained the class would deal with drawing techniques first of all. "As we progress we can move onto painting if you like but let's see how we get on." He then asked each of them to say whether they'd done any drawing before and as expected David and Ted said they had but were not that good. Tony and Ruben said they were complete novices but interested to try anything once. Paul smiled thinking he'd be more than happy to try something with these two.

Tom gave each of them a drawing pad with a set of pencils and Paul explained what each pencil was for. They'd decided to use the sunroom since the light was good so Tom and Paul had cleared the area of furniture beforehand to allow sufficient room for the four guys and Simon to model.

"Okay Simon, when you're ready" Paul grinned. Simon was already undressed and wearing just a robe which he quickly stripped off.

"Wow, that's quite a body; am going to enjoy drawing you" Ruben laughed.

Paul told Simon to stand side on leaning against the window frame as if looking out towards the garden. It provided the perfect profile to show off his beautiful body and provided plenty of curves for the guys to capture.

"It's warm in here; do you mind if I take off my T shirt" Tony asked after a few minutes of sketching Simon's arm in accordance with Paul's instructions.

"Sure, take off whatever you want" Paul grinned.

"Might take you up on that" Tony grinned as he stripped off his white T shirt to show off a beautiful smooth black torso. The other three guys silently gasped and quickly followed suit. Seeing the flesh now on show, Paul and Tom decided to do the same. Simon got a good view in the reflection of the glass and it made his cock twitch with excitement which didn't go unnoticed by the four guys.

"Think young Simon is getting excited" Ted chuckled.

"He's not the only one" Tony added. Four sets of eyes glanced over to where he was sitting and checked him out. There were definite signs of a bulge showing inside his lightweight jogger pants.

Paul moved from one to another and as he looked at each guy's drawing he rested a hand on their naked shoulder. The feel of their hot flesh did nothing to quell what he was hiding beneath the draw string trousers he was wearing.

After about an hour of sketching, Paul suggested they have a break. "We can continue afterwards if you want or we can leave it there for today." Tom said he'd prepare drinks for everyone so they moved into the living room and Simon followed them but didn't bother putting on his robe.

"You really are gorgeous" Tony said and pulled Simon onto his lap. It wasn't long before Tony's hand was having a good feel of Simon's appendage which was soon hard. "Perhaps we could sketch this" he giggled.

"Well, I was going to suggest we moved onto that part of the anatomy next now you've all captured his arm so well." In fact some of the work was crap but Paul gave encouragement all the same.

"Can't wait" Ruben grinned and joined Tony on the sofa to have a good feel of Simon.

After they'd finished their drinks they went back to work. Simon was still showing off a good erection so Paul told the artists to see what they could do with that.

"Can think of plenty of things to do with it" Tony laughed "but I assume you mean draw it".

"That was the general idea but I'm not fussed" Paul grinned.

After another hour, Paul decided they should pack up for the day but all four wanted to continue so it was agreed they'd come round the following Sunday. David, Ted and Ruben left but Tony hung around. During the break Simon and Tony realised they lived near each other so decided to travel home together. Paul and Tom wondered whether that was all they'd do but just smiled.

"Before you leave, would you both like a drink? And I'm referring to something alcoholic this time" Paul chuckled. The two guys said they would so Tom did the honours. Simon had his usual bottle of beer but the other three opted for a gin and tonic. Tom decided to make them strong just to see how things progressed. He had a distinct feeling that Tony was up to some fun and games given the right encouragement. He'd also noticed that Simon had not dressed so was still naked. As before he sat on Tony's lap and played with Tony's nipples.

"If you keep on doing that I shall have to take these off otherwise I'll be splitting them" Tony laughed rather enjoying the feel of his nipples being tweaked and then gently rubbed.

"Don't let us stop you" Simon giggled and promptly felt into Tony's crotch. "Wow, you should feel this guys" he laughed and pulled the drawstring of Tony's jogger pants to open them. Tony grinned and let Simon pull his joggers off him. He was left wearing a very skimpy pair of briefs that left nothing to the imagination. Not wanting to stop there, Simon plunged his hand inside and felt the long thick hard cock inside. Tony groaned with pleasure as he felt the hot hand surround his manhood.

"Oh fuck, that feels so good"

Undeterred, Simon jumped off Tony's lap and pulled the briefs down his legs whilst Tony lifted his butt to release them. A large thick long black cock sprung to life as soon as it was free. Simon went straight down on it and started sucking. The other two looked on with interest feeling their own cocks go rock hard at the sight of Tony's. Within just a few seconds, both Paul and Tom had discarded their clothes. Tony moved onto the carpeted floor and whilst Simon sucked his cock, he got Paul and Tom to stand either side of him so that he could suck theirs.

"Want to feel this inside me" Simon announced after a while. The other three looked at each other and grinned.

"Simon loves being fucked" Tom told Tony.

"In that case we mustn't disappoint him must we" he grinned. "Get that arse over the end of the sofa Simon so I can give you a good hard fuck".

Simon immediately jumped up and bent over the sofa offering his arse for Tony to fuck. He also hoped that the other two would follow on once Tony had done so. Paul grabbed hold of the condoms and lube and Tony prepared himself whilst Tom fingered Simon to open him up.

"Yeah, fucking gorgeous arse to fuck" Tony giggled as he presented his big black cock up to the ready lubricated arse. With one thrust he plunged inside. Simon groaned but it was one of delight. Simon then thrust back and forth slamming his big cock in and out. His big black balls slapped against Simon's arse as he did so which added to the sound track. "By the time I've finished with you Simon you're gonna have a sore arse" Tony giggled as he continued to fuck. Paul and Tom watched on loving the sight of black cock fucking a white arse.

Eventually Tony's body tensed and he knew he was about to release his load. He hadn't had sex for several days so was ready for this. Suddenly his whole body took over and as it shook back and forth he felt his seed fill the latex. He continued fucking for quite some while after he was spent because the feel of this young bucks arse felt so good.

"Fuck that was good" he exclaimed when he finally pulled out. He slipped off the condom and the other two could see it was filled with white spunk.

"All yours guys" he laughed and watched Tom then Paul give young Simon a good long hard fuck. Simon loved the attention and loved his arse being given a good seeing to.

Finally the action was over and they all sank onto the floor. "Wow, now I hadn't expected an art class to end like that" Tony laughed.

Paul then invited both Simon and Tony to stay for a meal. "I'm sure Tom can stretch what he's got planned for the four of us. Tom said he could and was pleased to have two more for dinner so the other two guys agreed. Besides, they all hoped there might be more sex later.

Tony and Simon eventually left at eleven that night but not before they had enjoyed another session of sex. This time Paul and Tom fucked Tony and he fucked each of them as well as giving Simon another feel of each of their cocks.

"See you next Sunday" Tony grinned as he kissed Paul and Tom goodnight.

"Fuck, that went well" Paul exclaimed once the pair had left; "That Tony is absolutely gorgeous".

"I see; I've got a rival have I?" Tom grinned and took a half naked Paul into his arms.

"Nah, not really; still love this gorgeous guy; you up for another fuck?" he giggled as he led his lover into the bedroom.

A few days later, Paul was playing his piano. The piece he was playing reminded Tom of the strippers so he slowly did a strip whilst Paul played.

"You're mad" Paul giggled as he watched his boyfriend slowly show more and more flesh. When he was stripped naked Tom moved over to the piano and started to strip Paul. Somehow Paul continued playing whilst Tom lifted his T short off each arm. When it came to his jeans, Paul stood up and let Tom unfasten them before pulling them and his briefs off him. By now Paul was hard so he sat down and continued playing whilst Tom sucked his cock.

After a few minutes of getting Paul ready for serious action, Tom told him to stand up and bend over the piano whilst still playing.

"You don't want much do you" Paul laughed but managed to perform whilst leaning sufficiently forward for Tom to access his arse. Tom first rimmed him and Paul could hardly keep his hands playing. The feel of Tom's tongue inside him sent shivers through his whole body. He then felt a well lubricated finger and then another. "Fuck that is so good" Paul yelled.

Tom just giggled and prepared his rampant cock with his other hand. As soon as he was ready, he moved forward and thrust his big cock into the well lubricated hole. "Fuck, fuck" Paul yelled pausing his playing.

"Keep playing; you've got to keep playing" Tom laughed as he moved his cock back and forth with long hard thrusts. Paul went back to playing although his mind was not on his hands. The feel of Tom's hot cock inside him was making his whole body shake as if an electrical current was shooting through him.

"Yeah, a beautiful arse to fuck" Tom laughed, "You love my cock up your arse don't you".

"Fuck yes; keep fucking Tom; keep fucking" Paul cried out. Tom laughed and increased the pace of his fuck. He could feel his seed rising but didn't want to come just yet. He grabbed hold of Paul's cock that was now hitting on the piano keys. His hand was still lubricated so he massaged it until Paul was aching to shoot his load. "I'm gonna cum" Paul cried out. Tom just had time to move Paul away from the keyboard before he shot his load. He caught most of it in his hand but some fell on the floor.

"You messy fucker" Tom laughed. Suddenly he felt his own climax rise and his body tensed. "Oh god, yes, I'm coming" he yelled as his seed shot inside of the guy he loved so much.

When they were both done, they fell into each other's arms and kissed.

"You're gonna pay for that" Paul laughed and slapped Tom's naked butt.

"Any time" Tom laughed and went to pick up his briefs.

Paul stopped him and grabbed the briefs out of his hand. "Oh no you don't; I want you stark naked whilst you prepare the delicious meal you're about to cook.

"What makes you think it's going to be delicious" Tom laughed.

"I know it will; your meals are as gorgeous as the guy in my arms and when you're least expecting it I'm gonna fuck that cute arse of yours until you beg me to stop."

"Ooh can't wait" Tom laughed and grabbed hold of Paul's still hard cock.

"Get in that kitchen boy" Paul laughed and slapped Tom's naked arse as he ran off.

"I only serve meals to stark naked guys" Tom laughed from the kitchen."

"Don't you worry; I will be and I'm gonna be ready to fuck that arse of yours when you least expect it."

Tom giggled and pulled out the salmon he'd prepared earlier. He'd planned salmon and salad as it was a warm evening followed by fresh fruit salad as he knew Paul loved his fruit.

"Mm that looks delicious" Paul crooned when Tom told him it was ready. They sat down and ate as Tom wondered when he was going to receive his lover's surprise fuck.

When they'd finished their meal, they cleared up the dishes together as usual. Paul filled the dishwasher whilst Tom washed the glasses and other utensils that he never put in.

"Coffee?" he asked having forgotten Paul's promise to fuck him for the moment. Paul said he'd love one and moved into the living room. He knew Tom had a habit of leaning his hands on the kitchen counter top whilst he waited for the coffee to be ready. He lubricated his now hard cock and crept up behind Tom. He then put his arms round him and literally pulled him onto his cock.

"Fuck" Tom yelled.

"Precisely" Paul laughed as he thrust back and forth into Tom's arse. "And whilst I fuck I want you to pour the coffee without spilling a drop otherwise I'll have to fuck you again."

"Perhaps I'll spill some just to have you do that"

"Ah, but you don't know where I'll do it" Paul laughed.

Tom giggled secretly hoping that he'd spill some just to see where Paul would fuck him. Somehow he did manage to pour the two coffees without spilling a drop so he deliberately made sure he did so before he put the jug back onto the coffee machine.

"Oops I've spilt a drop" he giggled whilst Paul continued fuck.

"In that case my love I'm afraid I'm gonna have to fuck you again when we've drunk our coffee." Tom giggled aching to know where Paul would do it.

When Paul had given Tom a good long hard fuck he pulled out. He'd keep his climax to the second fuck. They took their coffee into the sunroom which was where they often sat of an evening as they watched the sun go down. When they were finished, Paul stood up and took hold of Tom's hand.

"Come on you sexy beast; I'm gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop.

Tom giggled and followed Paul. To his horror, Paul opened the sliding door onto the garden and led Tom round to the store cupboard under the stairs. Paul had already worked out that they could walk round there without being seen from any neighbour but Tom didn't know that.

"Fuck, where are we going?" Tom exclaimed.

"You'll see" Paul giggled loving what he was doing to his lover. When they reached the store cupboard he opened the door and told Tom to bend over using the tool rack to hold himself up. Tom dutifully obeyed and waited for Paul's cock to invade him. He first felt some fingers open him up. He then felt Paul's hard cock. It slipped in with one thrust and he groaned but he loved the feel it gave him. Suddenly Paul held a bottle of poppers in front of his nose so he took two long hard sniffs. They'd bought a supply having found that Simon loved using it when having sex. The rush went to his head which heightened the feel of Paul's big tool up his arse. "Yeah, now that's what I call a good fuck". He too could feel the rush of poppers to his head and took another two sniffs to add to it. He could feel the blood pumping round his body and down into his cock. The head was now at its biggest which added to Tom's pleasure.

"This time I'm gonna fuck you until I fill you up" Paul whispered just in case a neighbour was outside in their garden although he doubted it since the evening light was now well upon them.

Paul did just that and managed to keep the fuck going for almost twenty minutes before he shot his load. Tom loved it and hoped he could do the same to his lover.

"Oh god, I'm gonna cum" Paul said in a stage whisper.

"Yeah, fill me up" Tom giggled. Paul did and when he was spent he continued fucking until Tom begged him to stop because his arse was beginning to ache. Not that he really minded but he was aching to fuck Paul.

As soon as Paul had pulled out, Tom told him to bend over. Paul grinned knowing that he wouldn't get away with this without receiving the same treatment. Tom grabbed the lube, lubricated his long shaft and plunged it into the waiting hole.

"Fuck, that was hard" Paul groaned.

"You like it hard; you told me so" Tom laughed and gave Paul's butt an almighty slap with his hand whilst he fucked.

"Ouch"

"You want another one?" Tom giggled.

"Mm it was rather nice with that big cock of yours up my arse"

Tom gave him several more and decided that his partner was into S&M so perhaps they'd better explore that further.

Several weeks after their alfresco fuck, they'd agreed to meet Simon at an SBN evening that was being held during the week. Since Paul had no appointments the next day they agreed to go. When they arrived they couldn't find Simon so bought their drinks and enjoyed the naked guys round them.

"You waiting for Simon?" a guy asked.

"Yeah, but he's late" Paul replied.

"He's been a gone" the guy replied. "Damian grabbed him almost as soon as he got here and I then saw them leave together. Damian's had his claws into Simon for some time so it seems his ticket has come up."

Paul was not pleased since the more he'd seen and heard about Damian he wasn't good news. He couldn't believe that Simon would go off with him knowing they were all to meet up.

"If you ask me" the guy continued, "I think Damian slipped him something in his drink because I saw Damian buy one for Simon. It was soon after that I saw Simon walk meekly off with Damian which seemed unlike him."

Paul and Tom were now deeply worried so Paul went back to the cloakroom to get his mobile. He called Simon but there was no answer so he left a message. Not that he really expected one since if Damian wanted Simon for sex the last thing he'd do is let him answer his phone.

When Paul returned he found Tom and the other guy getting very friendly with each other. Paul looked the guy up and down and decided he was rather nice.

"This is Alex" Tom grinned when he saw Paul, "He's on his own tonight" he added with a wry smile on his face.

"Yeah, I normally meet up with my mate but he's away this week so all on my own with nobody to fuck me; sad isn't it?" Alex grinned knowingly. Paul grinned and glanced at what he had to offer. The guy was well endowed and it made his own jump to attention. This caused Alex to look down and have a feel. "Nice cock" he grinned feeling the length up and down. "And yours Tom" he said using his other hand to give that a feel. "Perhaps you guys fancy coming back to my place; I live nearby".

Paul looked at Tom and he nodded. "Yeah okay but let's have another drink first". Alex grinned and said he'd have one of the bar's specials. Paul knew they were fairly lethal but went off to buy three plus three shots. He decided they might as well be nice and relaxed when they went back with Alex.

When the drinks had been consumed, Alex suggested they make a move. He wanted to make the most of these two beauties who'd he'd admired before but didn't want to muscle in on Simon's parade. Now he'd buggered off he decided they were fair game.

As Alex had said, he did live just a few minutes away from the club. It was a rather nice two bedroom apartment on the first floor of a larger apartment block. Paul decided the guy must have money to afford this place since it looked expensive. Once inside he suggested they all strip down to their briefs. He prepared some drinks which were as lethal as the ones they'd had in the bar. He then suggested they play a game of spin the bottle and the person to whom the bottle pointed had to do a forfeit. Paul guessed what they'd include but was up for some fun.

They sat round in a triangle on the floor and Alex spun the bottle first. It stopped in front of Paul so he was told to remove his briefs. The next spin stopped in front of Tom so he had to remove his. Tom then gave the bottle a spin and it stopped in front of Alex so he too lost his briefs. All three guys now had erections so the forfeit involved sucking cock. When they'd all done that to each other, Alex suggested they fuck. Tom was the first one to receive a fuck by Alex since he was the bottle spinner. Alex grabbed some lube, and fingered Tom's entrance as he knelt on all fours. Paul then noticed Alex lubricate his shaft and about to enter Tom.

"What about a condom?" he asked. Alex looked at him and grinned.

"Come on guys, it's so much nicer without one; I test regularly and I imagine you guys do too; and I'm okay if you are."

Paul was not sure since he and Tom had always practiced safe sex with other guys. "Don't you guys fuck raw?" Alex asked seeing Paul's reluctance.

"Yeah always; come on Paul; just this once won't do any harm if we're all clean." Seeing that Tom was up for it Paul agreed and watched a naked cock enter his boyfriend. He wasn't sure he liked the idea but didn't want to make an issue of it. He grabbed his drink and sat back enjoying the spectacle. At least Alex had said he wouldn't come inside Tom so that was something he presumed.

Gradually they fucked each other and Paul had to agree that fucking Alex raw was rather nice. He had a gorgeous arse and the feel of his hot naked flesh against his own added to the enjoyment.

"Thanks guys, I enjoyed that" Alex said when they'd finally had enough. "You guys want to stay over as it's late?"

Paul looked at Tom who said he thought it best if they made a move so that's what they did much to the disappointment of Alex who'd rather banked on some more sex when they woke together but at least he'd got to fuck both guys more than once and been fucked by them.

Paul was still worried about Simon. He'd not returned his calls or responded to any of the messages he'd left. The last one said "Simon, please contact me, we're worried about you".

Again there was no response and Simon knew in his heart that something was wrong. They realised that they didn't even know where he lived so couldn't go round to see if he was there. All they knew was that it was somewhere in Camden but had no idea where. Suddenly late one night in the early hours, Paul's mobile rang. He answered it sleepily wondering who the hell was calling him at this god forsaken hour.

"Paul, please help me, please" the weak voice said.

"Is that Simon?"

"Yes, please help me"

"Where are you?" Paul asked now realising that their friend was in trouble. Simon gave them an address in Vauxhall and said he'd leave the front door on the latch so they could get in. Paul said they'd leave immediately but wasn't too sure how long it would take to get to Vauxhall by road at that time of night. It in fact took just over twenty minutes with no traffic on the road. He shook Tom who was just about awake having heard the phone and told him to grab some clothes. Once dressed, they shot out to the car. It was three in the morning.

"What do you think has happened?" Tom asked now worried about his friend.

"I wouldn't mind betting it has something to do with that bastard Damian".

"Oh god, what do you think he's done to Simon"

"We'll find out shortly my love but expect the worst."

They found the address Simon had given Paul which was a council block of flats. There was no parking nearby so Paul parked up in the next side street. They almost ran to the block and found the flat number that Simon had given them. The place looked like the depths of beyond with rubbish and graffiti everywhere. Sure enough the front door was on the catch so they went in. Once inside they went slowly and quietly not too sure what to expect. Paul suddenly thought that perhaps he should have brought a weapon of some sort, not that he had anything suitable.

"In here" they heard someone whimper and Tom immediately recognised Tom's weak voice. They went into a large room which acted as living room and bedroom all in one. They'd passed a small bathroom and an even smaller kitchen in the hallway, both of which looked as if a bomb had hit them. The sink was piled high with dirty dishes and the bathroom stank even from the hallway. They then saw Simon huddled naked in a corner. His eyes were black and his whole body was covered in bruises.

"What the fuck has happened" Tom cried out as he rushed over to his friend.

"Careful Tom, those bruises look nasty so you might hurt him". Tom stopped and sank down on his knees. He could see that Simon was crying which caused Tom to do the same. Paul then looked at the other end of the room and saw a naked body on the bed. He immediately recognised it as being Damian but he seemed out for the count.

"What's happened to him?" Paul asked.

"I think he's over dosed on drugs" Simon explained, "Earlier he had six other guys round and they were all taking drugs and smoking Crack Cocaine."

Paul went over to Damian and felt his pulse. He was still breathing which was something. He was tempted to call an ambulance immediately but thought better of it. He didn't really want to get involved in this guy's mess and nor did he want Simon to either.

"What have they been doing to you Simon?" Tom asked gently. Simon wept more tears and managed to explain that as soon as Damian had brought him home on that dreadful night almost two weeks ago, he'd handcuffed him to the bed by his wrists and ankles and then used him as a fucking machine.

"He laid me face down and once I was restrained and unable to do anything I felt his raw cock inside me; he's used me like that ever since and invited friends round to do the same; tonight seven guys have fucked me several times over."

"Didn't he release you for food or anything?" Paul asked.

"Just my hands but kept my feet shackled to the bed whilst I ate the bread and water he gave me"

"What about having a pee?" Tom asked somewhat shocked at what one human being could do to another.

"He made me piss over myself, hence the stench in here; other guys did the same before fucking me."

"Can you stand up?" Paul asked. Simon said he could with help.

"Where are your clothes?"

"He ripped them off me on that first night so they're in shreds; he also smashed my mobile to pieces so that's gone too; I used his to call you when I realised he was out for the count; fortunately he'd released the handcuffs for me to eat and left the key on the bed; after a while I could see he was unwell and he went to lie down; once I realised he was out I grabbed the key and released myself; then I called you; I'm so sorry."

"Don't be daft, Simon" Tom said gently caressing him, "the guy is a complete bastard".

Paul grabbed a grubby T shirt and a pair of jeans off a pile in the corner. They got them on Simon but the T shirt nearly went down to his ankles and the jeans were way too large but they were better than nothing. The only item of clothing that was still intact was Simon's trainers which had been stuffed in one corner. Once they put those on him they gently lifted him. Tom could see he was too weak to walk so he immediately lifted him into his arms. Simon was lightweight and Tom was a big strong guy so had no problem in carrying him. Simon grimaced as his bruised body hurt but he gritted his teeth. All he wanted to do was get out of there.

Before they left, Paul grabbed Damian's mobile and called an ambulance. Despite what he'd done he couldn't leave him to die which he guessed he would if left. He gave the woman at the control centre the address and said that someone had overdosed on illegal drugs but was still breathing. The controller said an ambulance was on its way and wanted Paul's name.

"Just someone who was unfortunate enough to find him" Paul replied and ended the call. He then told the other two to get going. Simon indicated a side door that led them onto a back alley. This way they would avoid anyone who might be around or the ambulance arriving. The alley was dark but they found their way to the end. It was then that Paul realised it was the street he'd parked in so they hastily made their way to the car and gently lifted him onto the back seat. Tom climbed in beside him and put his arms round Simon's shaking body.

Once home, they got him inside and Paul suggested he have a warm bath whilst Tom prepared something for him to eat and drink. Paul led Simon into the bathroom and undressed him. Even in his terrible state, he still looked beautiful despite being marred by cuts and bruises. He ran a warm bath and lifted him in. Simon just lay there whilst Paul gently washed him.

"Thanks for rescuing me" Simon sobbed, "I really thought I was done for".

"It's okay my love; you're safe now and you're going to stay with us until you're fully fit again so no arguments. Simon grinned which was good to see. He knew there was no point in arguing with Paul even had he wanted to.

It took two weeks for Simon to recover but once he had done so he was back to his normal self. He swore that he was never going to take drugs again, well with the exception of the occasional joint and poppers which he couldn't give up. He would also be careful in future with whom he went home. During his stay, Paul went to Simon's flat in Camden which was basically a bedsit with its own small kitchen and bathroom but at least it was clean and tidy. He'd gone there to fetch some clothes for Simon and his post. Whilst staying with his friends, Simon saw a letter addressed to Viscount Roberts. Tom had to explain but it didn't make any difference to their friendship.

Simon announced that he wanted to go to another SBN night at The Hoist. Paul wasn't sure it was a good idea just in case they ran into Damian, assuming he'd survived his drug overdose, but Simon said he wanted to warn guys about Damian and make sure he couldn't abuse others. In the end Paul agreed but told Simon that he must stay with them and not wander off. Having spent two weeks nursing him both he and Tom had become even closer to Simon and didn't want to see him hurt again.

When they walked into the club area having stripped off, Alex came running up to them. "Hi guys, so you found Simon okay." Simon nodded and said nothing. "Have you heard about Damian?" Alex continued excitedly. "Seems the stupid idiot over dosed on some drugs and a mate called an ambulance; by the time they'd got him to hospital it was too late; the stupid fucker." The other three looked suitably shocked. "You were lucky Simon; that fucker has always been a complete nightmare with his illegal drugs; the rubbish he got hold of was terrible and it seems he was a dealer as well; the police found the place stashed with stuff." Simon just nodded. There was no point in saying what really happened now. Although he was sorry to hear that Damian was dead, he felt much safer with the knowledge.

"Are you with your mate tonight then?" Paul grinned at Alex.

"Yeah, he's back so not short of a fuck tonight" he laughed. Paul and Tom decided not to tell Simon about their night of passion with Alex.

One thing Paul missed most was celebrating his birthday and Christmas at Blake Hall. Not that he missed his father but he did miss his mother on such occasions. Since leaving home he visited the hall on his own about every three months but the atmosphere was always very strained. His mother visited him and Tom in London and spent a few days with them to celebrate their birthdays.

To celebrate their twenty third birthdays she came to London in the New Year. Paul thought she looked ill and very thin but she said she was fine, even though she knew she had terminal cancer. The doctors had said she could have chemotherapy but she'd declined. She didn't want to suffer the side effects of that and decided to live out the rest of her life the best she could. Her marriage had long ago come to an end and she and her husband lived separate lives. He still fucked Teresa almost every day at her cottage whilst her father sat in his room oblivious to what was going on. His dementia was getting worse by the day and she knew she'd have to put him into a home.

Soon after Paul's mother had gone back home, he received an email from a gay college friend. They'd not been in contact for some long time so it was good to hear from him. Ralph was the same age as Paul and they'd had a short fling together whilst at college. His father was a stockbroker and lived in a large house with an inside swimming pool near Bath. Paul had visited during one summer holiday and they'd had a great time together. His parents had accepted their son's sexuality and never minded him having other gay friends visit. He and Paul used to swim naked in the internal swimming pool much to the amusement of his parents who didn't care a hoot.

"Am having a pool party to celebrate my twenty third birthday so it would be great to see you. Bring a couple of friends if you like; mum and dad are away so we have the house to ourselves. Three other guys are coming; you probably remember them from college (Terry, Yan and Andy) so if you can, come on the Friday afternoon and stay till Sunday. Should be fun; clothes optional so no doubt lots of sex!"

Paul chuckled when he'd read the email. Ralph was always good fun and he knew Tom would like him.

"Would you like to go?" he asked Tom having read out the email.

"Yeah, you bet, he sounds good fun" Tom replied excitedly before pausing. "We'd better warn Simon we won't be here that weekend."

It had now become the norm for Simon to come over on the Friday evening after work and spend the weekend with Tom and Paul. He still didn't have a regular boyfriend and for some reason couldn't find the right person to settle down with. The problem was he loved Tom and Paul so everyone he met he compared to them. Since they were happy to have him stay with them and go out together to the bars and clubs he was more than happy.

"Since Ralph has said I can take two people I thought we'd invite Simon as well. He'll go down well with that lot".

When Paul asked Simon if he'd like to go he jumped at the chance so Paul replied to Ralph explaining that he was bringing his partner and a friend. "They're both very sexy" Paul added.

Simon arranged a day off work and came over on the Thursday evening so they could travel together after lunch on the Friday. As usual, as soon as Simon arrived he stripped off down to his briefs although on this occasion he was wearing a thong which went down well with the other two. Since Ralph had said clothes optional he'd not brought much to wear over the weekend and the other two said they too were not taking much but did pack their thongs so they had something to wear if necessary, although knowing Ralph he'd have everyone naked as soon as they arrived.

The drive to where Ralph's parents lived near Bath took just over two and a half hours. They had a large mansion with numerous rooms and bedrooms. Ralph still lived at home with his parents, albeit in a separate wing of the house so he could do what he liked and have to stay who he liked. They were greeted by a nice looking guy who looked to be in his thirties. His attire consisted of a bow tie, a black apron and a pair of trainers. From the back view he showed off a very nice butt. Once inside, Ralph came to greet them and explained that Manuel was an old friend who originated from Mexico. It seemed the normal house staff had been given a holiday as his parents were away. Since Manuel was gay he seemed the perfect guy to manage the weekend.

"I'm glad to see you've travelled light" Ralph grinned on seeing the small holdall that Tom was carrying and which held everyone's items "because as I said, it's clothes optional which in reality means none but I thought to start with we'd all wear one of these." He then passed over three red G strings that were made of a thin stretchy material and would only just about contain their goods. "Manuel will show you your rooms so strip off and come to the sitting room. The others should be here soon."

Manual led them upstairs and as they went they all got a good view of his naked butt. He showed Paul and Tom into their room and then opened an adjoining door that connected to a smaller room which was Simon's. "We thought you'd like to be near each other so you can choose which bed you want to sleep in" he grinned before leaving them to strip off and don their G strings. Once stripped and G strings in place, they made their way back downstairs to find Ralph.

"Ah, yes very nice darlings" he swooned taking a good look at what was on offer. "I'd forgotten how gorgeous you were Paul darling; and these two beauties are just divine." He too had changed into a similar G string and was now showing off a good sized package.

Paul grinned. Ralph had always been very camp at college which caused guys to either steer clear of him or rush to be his friend since he was always good fun. Manuel served them a punch from a large bowl that had lots of fruit floating on the top. It also contained plenty of alcohol from the taste of it and Paul sensed this was going to be a wild weekend.

As they chatted and sipped their drinks, the other three arrived. Manuel and Ralph greeted them and they were shown up to their rooms. About ten minutes later they appeared also decked out in their red G strings. Introductions were made although they all remembered Paul. They were all much the same age so Simon was the youngest. Yan and Andy were stunning guys and made a beeline for him. The others caught up with their news whilst Tom looked on. Paul had told him about some of the antics the guys had got up to whilst at college so he recognised some of what was being talked about.

"And I believe you and Paul grew up together" Ralph said placing an arm round Tom's naked shoulder.

"Yeah, my father worked on his father's estate and I was born just seven days after him. We did everything together."

"Yeah I bet you did and still do no doubt" Ralph chuckled and placed a hand on Tom's naked butt. The feel of his hand sent blood rushing to Tom's cock causing his G string to fill out some more. Ralph grinned having noticed the bulge and whispered into Tom's ear. "Nice cock; I bet Paul likes that up his arse". Tom blushed although quite why he didn't know since Paul had warned him about Ralph's blunt approach.

When the punch bowl had been drained, Ralph suggested he show his guests the facilities on offer. He led them to the swimming pool and said with a broad grin that they had to be naked when swimming. It wasn't that large but it was more for playing around in than having a long swim. To one side was a Jacuzzi that would easily take six and beside that was a sauna cabin that was slightly smaller. Paul had always been envious of these facilities but knew there was no chance of persuading his father to install anything like them.

"So guys, how about a swim before we change for dinner?" The others all looked at him somewhat bemused. "Well darlings, Manuel insists on G strings being worn in the dining room." They all laughed as they removed them and jumped into the warm water.

It wasn't long before antics were taking place and everyone was trying to grab someone else's tackle. By the time they emerged from the water there were seven very hard cocks which was precisely what Ralph wanted. They then moved to the Jacuzzi before trying out the sauna. Tom and Simon were not so keen on that since it was too hot so they went back into the Jacuzzi where Yan had remained. As soon as they sank into the warm water his hands were all over them. They then spent a very nice time kissing and fingering each other.

When they'd had enough of playing with each other they moved back into the sitting room where Manuel served pre dinner cocktails. They'd all donned their G strings in readiness for dinner. Manuel was still dressed in his butler in the buff uniform so received plenty of attention. He seemed to love receiving it and let Ralph slip his hand up the front of his apron to have a good feel. From there on Manuel sported an erection much to everyone's delight.

The meal was simple but very nice and they congratulated Manuel on his culinary skills. As he served coffee, Andy patted Manuel's naked butt with one hand and lifted the apron to show off Manuel's cock. It was semi hard and everyone loved looking at it. Manuel clearly enjoyed the attention so each time he served someone's coffee they too lifted the apron and gave the cock a good squeeze. Ralph even gave it a quick suck which made it grow harder.

After the meal was over, Ralph suggested they play a game of snooker. Ralph's father had installed the games room when Ralph was a small boy and it was another thing that Paul envied. He'd even suggested to his father that they have a games room but got nowhere. His father was a philistine and all he was interested in doing was fucking any woman he could lay his hands on.

Knowing Ralph from old, Paul guessed it would not be an ordinary game of snooker. "Each time you miss a pot you have to do a forfeit" Ralph chuckled. The others whooped with joy and guessed what they would involve. He set up the six coloured balls plus one red and passed the cue to Yan. He had a red ball perfectly lined up but missed potting it. Paul guessed he'd done it on purpose just to do a forfeit.

"Okay you have to suck as many cocks as the value of the ball you've missed." Since he'd missed a red he had to suck one cock which was Paul's as he was the next to play according to Ralph. Paul was lifted onto the table and laid back. Andy held his cock upright and Yan had to suck with his hands behind his back. When it was nice and hard, he was told to stop.

Paul potted a green so passed the cue to Terry who was next. He tried to pot a brown but missed so he had to suck Ralph, Andy, Tom and Simon. One by one they were laid back on the table for him to suck until hard. It wasn't long before all seven of them had lost their G stings and were exhibiting a nicely formed cock. When it came to Paul's next turn Ralph set up the balls in an impossible position. Paul decided to go for the black knowing too well that he wouldn't be able to pot it.

"Yeah, that's a seven forfeit" Ralph cried out with glee "That's more than just sucking" he grinned.

"Get him on the table guys, spread his legs wide and open up his arse" Ralph laughed so Paul was duly lifted onto the table and his legs were held over his chest to expose his arse. Ralph then picked up a cue and fitted a dildo to the end of the handle. As soon as Paul saw what he was doing he knew what was about to happen. He and Paul had done this once before. Ralph told Andy to finger Paul's arse to open it wide. Andy took on his task with vigour and soon had three well lubricated fingers inside Paul. Once nicely opened up, Ralph gently pushed the dildo into Paul's arse. The others gathered round to watch it slowly disappearing inside. After he'd pushed in a good four inches he stopped and moved it back and forth to fuck Paul's arse.

"Yeah, that looks fucking brilliant" Yan giggled.

"You can try it next then" Paul laughed rather enjoying the hard object inside him.

When Ralph finally pulled the cue out, Paul's entrance was wide open.

"I reckon we could get a ball inside there" Andy laughed, "How about we try the black one he missed."

The others all laughed and watched Andy lubricate the ball and slip it just inside Paul's arse. This really did stretch him but he knew he could take it. They then turned his body round so that the ball was in line with a pocket.

"Okay Paul, now see if you can pot it by ejecting it from your arse." Paul squeezed his butt and suddenly the ball popped out. By some miracle it rolled into the pocket.

Having got bored with that game they all trooped into the pool area. They jumped in and spent the next twenty minutes or so playing around with each other.

"Time for sex" Ralph announced so they all climbed out and dried off with the towels nearby. Andy and Yan immediately put their arms round Simon since they both fancied fucking him. Ralph moved over to Paul since he always liked having sex with him. Tom and Terry grinned at each other and gravitated to one another. "I take it we've all been tested recently and are clean" Ralph announced. Everyone said they had. Paul, Tom and Simon had all been tested just a few days before to check that Simon hadn't caught anything when he was gang raped.

"Okay guys, it's up to you but Terry, Andy, Yan and myself always fuck raw because we much prefer feeling naked cock up our arse but if you really want to use protection you'll find some condoms over there."

The way he said this made the other three feel they were clearly going to be the odd one's out. Paul looked at Simon with a questioning look. "It's okay by me; think I can trust these guys". Paul and Tom nodded so agreed they too would join the raw sex brigade despite the risks but as Simon said, they trusted the other guys.

Yan and Andy soon got down to business and had Simon on his knees sucking their dicks until they were rock hard. They then laid him on his back, lifted his legs and Yan thrust his cock into Simon having given him a good lubrication.

"Fuck, this guy's got a gorgeous arse" Yan panted as he fucked away. When he felt his climax rise he pulled out and got Simon to suck him off. Andy took over and did the same before Simon could say no. The pair of them then went down on Simon's erection and brought him off to a satisfactory conclusion. The other guys were also enjoying themselves and Tom received a good long hard fuck by Terry.

When they finally went to bed, Simon slept between Paul and Tom. He loved snuggling up to these guys and never tired of doing so. The following day was spent lazing around, having fun in the pool and the Jacuzzi and more of Ralph's mad games. He also put on some porn to watch when guys wanted a rest from having sex.

The plan was that the guests would make their way home after lunch on the Sunday. When they'd finished eating, Ralph grabbed hold of Manuel's hand. "I think we should all show our appreciation for the way Manuel has looked after us over the weekend." Manuel grinned knowing what Ralph had in mind. "Now I happen to know that Manuel likes being fucked so how about we all give him one before we go home." The others laughed and said they were up for that. "He also likes to take two cocks together" Ralph laughed so Tom was laid on his back on the floor and Manuel sat on his now erect cock. Once he'd leaned forward, Paul moved in behind and stuffed his cock alongside Tom's. He loved the feel of that and thrust back several times. After a few strokes he pulled out and Manuel moved to Terry who was ready and waiting on the floor. Once Manuel had Terry inside him Andy thrust his in as well. They were both big guys so it fully stretched Manuel.

Eventually everyone had taken part and Manuel felt well and truly fucked. He thanked everyone and left them to get ready for going home.

Paul had gone to see his parents for the weekend. He now hated having to go and leaving Tom at home but he wanted to see his mother who he could tell was not well but she insisted she was fine. His father continually questioned him about whether he'd found a good woman to marry and each time Paul just ignored him.

"What's wrong with you boy? It's time you were married and producing children" his father told him in a stern voice whilst they ate their meal.

"I don't want to get married" Paul replied.

"What do you mean you don't want to get married; of course you do"

"Well, I don't and that's that" Paul said gruffly and looked at his mother who clearly understood why.

"You're not one of those are you?" his father shouted from the end of the table where he was sitting.

"If you mean am I gay, yes I am" Paul shouted angrily. He was fed up with the incessant interrogation and decided he'd had enough.

His father glared at him for a moment whilst taking in what Paul had said.

"Get out of my house" he shouted, "I'm not having dirty people like you under my roof."

Paul laughed. "You call me dirty; that's a laugh considering you spend your time fucking that slut Teresa or didn't you think we knew that." He was now angry and his blood was boiling.

"Get out" his father shouted, "I never want to see or hear from you again; you're no longer a son and heir of mine."

"My pleasure" Paul shouted back, jumped up from the table and left the room.

His mother quickly followed him disgusted at her husband's behaviour.

"Paul" she called, "I'm so sorry; he's gone too far now".

Paul looked at her and she saw tears in his eyes. She led him into her private sitting room and sat him down. "He can't cut you off from being his heir; you know that don't you." Paul nodded and said he'd already checked that out with his solicitor.

Edward had overheard the commotion and stayed outside the dining room. When Paul and his mother had rushed past him, he poked his head into the dining room to see if he could clear away the dishes.

"Clear it all away boy" Lord Roberts growled at him. Whilst Edward did so, the man looked at him.

"I trust you're not one of them" he chuckled.

"What are you referring to sir?" Edward asked although he knew precisely what his lordship meant. He'd heard Paul telling his father that he was gay and felt proud of him. He too was fed up with his lordship's attitude towards Paul and himself for that matter.

"I mean boy are you a queer?" Lord Roberts shouted.

"As a matter of fact sir I am; is that a problem for you sir?"

"Get out of my house; I won't have dirty buggers like you under my roof."

Edward held back his anger and looked at his lordship.

"Very well sir; I certainly wouldn't want to work for a homophobe."

Lord Roberts picked up his napkin ring and threw it at Edward. "Get out".

Edward put down the crockery he was holding and ran out. He went into the kitchen and sat down at the large table he and Martha used to have their meals. He was now shaking as the realisation of what he'd done sank in. He suddenly realised he was out of a job and had nowhere to live. Martha appeared and asked what had happened. Tears were now pouring down his face and he couldn't speak. She immediately called her ladyship and asked her to come to see Edward. A few minutes later she arrived with Paul.

"What's happened Edward?" Paul asked as he rushed up to him and took him into his arms.

Edward looked at him. "He's sacked me" he managed to get out.

"Why?"

"He asked if I was gay and I said I was".

Paul's mother was furious and rushed out to find her husband.

"You really are a complete bastard" she shouted once she found him in the library. "You've gone too far this time. I'm moving into the east wing and in future we will have our meals separately. In fact why not get your floozy to look after you; in fact why not let her move in; I don't care anymore; in future Martha will look after me and your bitch can look after you."

Lord Roberts looked shocked at his wife's outburst but as it happened it played into his hands because Teresa's father had now been placed into a home so she was free to move into the main house which meant he could rent her cottage to another tenant.

Back in the kitchen Paul was still trying to calm Edward down.

"What am I going to do sir?" Edward wailed. "I don't really want to move back with my parents even though they have no problem with me being gay and I certainly don't want to go back to work on the farm; I hated that job."

Paul held him tight and caressed Edward's back. Gradually he calmed down and the tears stopped flowing.

"You could always move to London; I'm sure we could find a job for you there."

Edward looked at Paul wondering if he could make such a move. "But where would I live?"

"To start with you can stay with me and Tom"

Edward gasped. He'd never imagined Paul would make such an offer. "But sir" he started to say before Paul put a finger on his lips.

"Stop calling me Sir, my name is Paul and you're very welcome to stay with us until we can sort something out for you. How long will it take for you to pack; I think the sooner we're both out of here the better." Edward said he didn't have many belongings so it wouldn't take him long. Paul sent him off to start packing and then told Martha what had happened. She was visibly upset and held Paul in her arms. He went to see his mother and told her what he'd agreed to do for Edward. She then told him about what she planned to do. She knew she didn't have that much longer to live so living quietly in the east wing suited her. The only person who knew about her illness was Martha and she'd been sworn to secrecy.

"I'm going to close up the dining and sitting rooms so he'll be forced to eat in his own rooms" she explained and gave her son a big hug. "I'm so sorry my love; you don't deserve this."

"Nor do you" he replied wondering why she'd put up with his father for so many years. "I sometimes wonder why you married him; has he ever been any different?"

She explained it was very much an arranged marriage since he needed a wife and she needed money but in the early years he'd shown some love towards her. "Now I'm the one who keeps the purse strings as he's so hopeless with dealing with things; rather ironic isn't it." Paul smiled and gave her a kiss. He needed to pack his bag and then see how Edward was getting on.

When he'd finished his own packing he used the backstairs to go to Edward's which had once been Tom's room. He found Edward sitting on the bed crying having done little packing. He sat down beside him and hugged him tight. He'd always had a soft spot for Edward and although he was three years older than Paul he always seemed younger.

"I'm sorry" Edward whimpered.

"There's nothing to be sorry about Edward; my father is a complete bastard and had no right to question you like that but to be honest you're better out of here." Edward gave a weak smile and wiped his tears. "Now let's get packing" Paul smiled and gave Edward a kiss on the cheek. Edward savoured the kiss and automatically placed a finger on where he'd been kissed. He'd always fancied Paul but knew he loved Tom. Always had and always would.

Once they'd finished packing up Edward's few things, they took them downstairs. Paul quickly called Tom to say he was on his way home and would explain later. "Edward is coming to stay for a while so make sure the guest room is ready please, my love."

He then found his mother who came out to see them off. She hugged and kissed Edward before giving him an envelope. "That's your notice money Edward with a little extra to tide you over until you find another job." Edward was overwhelmed having not expected anything like this. He thanked her and took his and Paul's luggage out to the car. Once loaded he looked back at the house. The estate had been his home all his life and he felt a big wrench leaving it. He wondered if he'd ever come back. He so hoped so.

When they got home, Tom pulled his partner into a big hug and gave him an even bigger kiss. Edward watched on wishing he had someone to love. Perhaps he'd find that person in London. When they'd unpacked the car and taken Edwards stuff into the guest room, they sat down and talked. Tom wanted to know everything. He wasn't at all surprised about the row between Paul and his father since he knew things would reach boiling point in due time. But he was upset at how Edward had been treated. Lord Roberts had no right to question Edward.

Tom moved over to where Edward was sitting and gave him a hug. "Anyhow Edward, you're probably better off away from that man." He felt like saying much more, but Lord Roberts was Paul's father after all.

Whilst they talked, Paul had an idea. He knew of a coffee shop in Soho where the guy who ran it was looking for a new assistant. He'd got to know Sam during the time he and Tom had been in London as they'd frequently visited the coffee shop and he was sure Sam and Edward would get on fine together.

"Would working as an assistant in a coffee shop be of interest do you think?" Edward said he didn't really mind what he did provided he made sufficient money to pay his rent.

"Well, in the meantime you can stay with us for as long as you want" Tom said and gave Edward another hug and a kiss on his cheek. Edward felt his whole body shiver with excitement at Tom's touch. He also felt a stirring down below, which he tried to put out of his mind. Tom was stunning; always had been, and Edward had always lusted after him.

On the Monday morning, Paul took Edward to meet Sam. "I'll leave you two guys to have a chat and come back later" Paul said not wanting to crowd Edward too much. As soon as Paul had gone, Sam sat down with Edward. There was something about the guy which turned him on and whilst they talked he mentally stripped him which was probably not the best way to conduct an interview. When he heard what kind of work Edward had done for Lord Roberts he knew this guy would make a perfect assistant. Paul had also given him an excellent reference having grown up with the guy. Having discussed the wages, which were far higher than Edward had been earning or expected, Sam asked him if he'd like the job.

"Yeah, you bet" Edward replied enthusiastically having also taken to Sam in more ways than just being a boss.

"Okay, when do you want to start?" Sam asked.

"Whenever suits you" Edward grinned, "I've got nothing else to do."

"How about now; no time like the present" Sam grinned.

"Yeah, fine by me". He couldn't believe that within just two days he'd found a job and had somewhere to live, at least for the time being since he knew that at some point in time he'd have to find a place of his own.

Sam then introduced Edward to Len and explained he was his younger brother who lived with him in the flat above the shop. "I'll explain later all about Len but in the meantime just make sure he doesn't wander off or knock things over; he has a habit of doing that."

Edward smiled at Len who smiled back. He then went over and shook Len's hand which surprised Len since people didn't usually acknowledge him despite the fact that he spent all day long sitting in the coffee shop or doing small jobs that Sam let him do.

When Paul returned he found Edward wearing a smart overall similar to the one Sam was wearing. "Ah, so already working are we?"

Edward grinned and said Sam had offered him the job so he'd accepted.

"That's great so see you back home this evening". Paul gave Edward instructions on which tube line to catch and wrote down his address in Belsize Park. "As you saw when we came, it's easy from Leicester Square to Belsize Park".

Edward nodded and then gave Paul a quick kiss. "Thanks for everything; you're a great friend". Paul smiled and again felt his dick twitch with excitement. He noticed Sam smiling and wondered whether he too had the hots for Edward. They'd make a good couple.

Edward enjoyed working at the coffee shop with Sam and he also helped look after his younger brother Len who seemed to have taken a liking to Edward. He kept on saying to Paul that he should really find a place of his own but Paul and Tom told him there was no hurry at present since they enjoyed having him stay.

Simon also liked Edward but Paul could see they would never make a couple. Even so they slept together whenever Simon stayed over and Edward enjoyed going to the bars and clubs with the others. As the weeks went by they even had foursomes together so Edward decided life had definitely made a turn for the better.

Back at Blake Hall, it was like two separate houses. Lord Roberts kept to the west wing with Teresa, who he now enjoyed fucking every night and often during the daytime as well. He couldn't get enough sex and she certainly never complained. She had a great place to live and money to spend so life was perfect for her. Lady Roberts now spent most of her time in the east wing and seldom went out. Martha spent hours sitting with her knowing that time was running out.

Exactly three months after Paul's row with his father, his mother called. "Your father is dead" she said without any feeling, "He had a heart attack whilst fucking that hussy of his."

For a moment Paul was shocked. He'd never really thought about what would happen when his father died. "I'm sorry" he said involuntarily.

"Why Paul; the bastard kicked you out and then Edward; to be honest I'm glad he's dead, and you're now Lord Roberts" she added with a small chuckle. Edward wasn't sure he wanted to take on that responsibility since he knew it would mean he was now the major shareholder in the bank. Perhaps he should consider selling it but he knew he'd have to get the agreement of the other shareholder.

"How are you managing?" he asked his mother.

"Okay my love; I've kicked the hussy out and told her to go and find some other sugar daddy to fuck her; so it's just Martha and me now. I shall close up the west wing unless you and Tom want to move back in."

Edward said he'd think about the situation but he couldn't really see him and Tom living at Blake Hall with nothing to do apart from oversee the estate which Edward's father did admirably from what he could tell. They discussed the funeral arrangements which they decided would be just a simple affair so a few days later Paul, Tom and Edward made their way back to Blake Hall. Paul's mother gave the other two guys a warm welcome which made both of them feel good.

"Have you decided what you're going to do Paul?" his mother asked when they were alone.

"Not for the moment, let's see how things pan out; Tom and I have a life in London and Edward seems happy enough with what he's doing. He's found a boyfriend now so has moved in with him."

That was how things stayed for the next couple of months. Then Paul received the news he'd always dreaded. Martha had called to say that his mother had died. "She's known for a long time that she had terminal cancer but never wanted to have treatment; I think she was more scared about the treatment than the cancer. I'm so sorry Paul; I know you and she were very close."

Paul came off the phone and fell into his lover's arms. "It's just us now my love" he sobbed as Tom held him gently kissing as he did so. Paul now had to decide what to do with Blake Hall.

The story continues so look out for 'Someone Who Cares' which will be published in due course.

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