Tristan Returns Home

Tristan Returns Home By Adam Stewart

Introduction:

This is a continuation of `Rohan Moves On' but can be read as a standalone story.

Dylan realised he was bisexual at an early age. At age twenty he met his wife and they married a short while after. Their only child, a son called Tristan, was born when Dylan was age twenty-three. Dylan had been raised in the east end of London and had typical working class parents. He'd been a bright lad at school but he enjoyed life, so spent his time playing around. Because of this, he left school with no qualifications to his name but didn't let that stop him. He loved negotiating with people and even as a child he'd enjoyed selling to other boys, things he'd found. He even sold his body to older men on some occasions to make cash.

He had lots of friends who loved partying and at one such party, he met Tyler who was the same age as him. Tyler was an electronics wizard and enjoyed programming microchips to do whatever he required. Dylan West immediately saw an opportunity so invited Tyler to join him in business. He agreed but wasn't interested in the business side of things so left that to Dylan who ran the company and handled the sales. West Electronics was very successful and grew to a point where he needed more staff so he employed a sales executive and two electronics engineers. The former was trained by Dylan and the latter by Tyler. Unfortunately, Tyler was into drugs as a young man and even when he joined Dylan in the business, he continued doing party drugs. Tyler's love of wild living ended with him having a drug overdose which killed him but by then Dylan had made sure he'd fully trained the electronics engineers so when he died he had three others to take over from where he left off.

Business went extremely well for Dylan and by age forty he had offices in London and Oxford. His marriage was not doing so well, so whenever he could he'd use escorts, both male and female, to satisfy his needs. It was whilst he was in Oxford for a few days that he saw Rohan's escort advert. Rohan was a twenty-two-year-old Indian and very much like Dylan. He too was a bright lad but had wasted his time at school and left with nothing because he enjoyed living life to the full and going to parties. He'd been told to leave home by his father who considered him lazy and would never make anything of himself but Rohan proved him wrong.

Dylan hired Rohan as an escort and fell in love with him immediately. Being a bottom, he also enjoyed the feel of Rohan's big cock up his arse. He wooed him but Rohan wasn't looking for a relationship; he was only interested in sex. Not wanting to give up, Dylan invited him to join his London office as a sales executive since he immediately recognised his skills. The remuneration package also included a rent free flat he owned so he could continue seeing him. Wanting to improve his situation, both financially and his living arrangements, Rohan agreed; he also had nothing to keep him in Oxford.

The working relationship went well and Rohan became his best salesman. When Rohan was twenty-five, Dylan promoted him to the post of Sales Director which included a Jaguar company car plus a twenty percent shareholding in the company. Dylan was still secretly madly in love with him and up and till then he'd visited Rohan at the flat and had wonderful sex. By this time his marriage had broken down and his wife had left him for another man who was equally as rich, if not more so. His son Tristan was very much like his father and enjoyed the high life. Unlike his father, he was lazy and left school as soon as he could so he could travel around the world. Having a rich father who gave him a generous allowance, meant he could do what he wanted.

Now that his wife had left, and eventually divorced him, Dylan decided to try his luck again at trapping the man of his dreams. He wanted more than a weekly fuck by his Adonis so when he promoted him, he also invited Rohan to live with him at his four-bedroom house in Islington. Much to his surprise and delight, he accepted so moved in. Since Rohan couldn't drive, he employed Kyle, a cute black twenty-year old as his driver and since Kyle needed accommodation he was offered the vacant flat. He too had it rent free, having agreed to do the cleaning and laundry at the house in addition to his driving duties. Rohan had met him at a gay bar in Soho and enjoyed fucking him. Kyle was also a bottom so enjoyed his boss's attention and Rohan visited the flat each week to service him.

Although it was agreed from the outset that Dylan and Rohan would sleep together, Dylan also agreed to Rohan having his freedom so he could continue going to the gay bars and clubs, and having sex with other guys. The open relationship worked well and as time went by, Dylan noticed that Rohan became more attentive and loving towards him. Within two years, they were very much like a married couple but the knot had not been tied. Dylan was now forty-seven and suddenly became unwell. Rohan was the model partner and encouraged him to seek medical help. When he did, he was diagnosed with cancer and told he only had a few months to live. Rohan was distraught and told their private doctor there must be something that could be done for Dylan but they were told the cancer had taken too much of a hold so all that could be done was to make his remaining months comfortable for him.

Dylan took the news on the chin knowing he had no choice but he wanted to safeguard the man he loved with all his heart and the future of the business plus the many employees. He tried to contact Tristan who was now somewhere in Africa but after several unsuccessful attempts over a period of three weeks he spoke to his solicitor. From what little contact he had with his son, he'd never shown any interest in the business so Dylan arranged for everything including the company, the house, the other properties he owned and the major proportion of his personal financial assets to be transferred into Rohan's name. By doing so, the man he adored would be safeguarded and the business he loved would be in safe hands. He'd also left a financial sum to Tristan and made a condition that he could either live at the house should he wish to do so or use one of the other properties he owned.

The solicitor assured him that as he was making this momentous change with a sound mind, which was medically supported by his doctor, no court would have grounds to overrule it. He therefore signed the necessary documents and left instructions with his solicitor that he was to inform Rohan as soon as he'd passed away. Rohan meanwhile had no knowledge of this change apart from Dylan telling him he'd made sufficient safeguards for him and the business once he'd died. He also made sure that Rohan knew everything about running the company, which was a necessity as the weeks passed and Dylan became weaker. The staff were naturally worried about their security once their boss's ill health became more noticeable so Rohan assured them that Dylan had made sufficient safeguards for everyone even though he had no real idea what those entailed. He knew there were two minority shareholders who'd put money into the company at its inception but they were not involved in the running of it. He also knew that Tristan had a ten percent shareholding but he'd never seen him and from what Dylan had said, he had no interest in the company.

Rohan looked after Dylan with undying love during every passing hour. The weaker Dylan became, the more he realised how much he loved him. He'd always thought of him as his saviour since he'd given him the one opportunity in life that he'd never imagined would happen but apart from enjoying sex with the guy he'd never looked upon what they had between them as a loving relationship in the true sense. He'd always backed away from such relationships despite knowing that he loved Dylan in an odd kind of way. Now he was about to lose him, he realised how stupid he'd been even though the guy was much older than him.

It was almost three months to the day when Dylan had been told about his cancer that he peacefully passed away. When Rohan realised he'd gone, he hugged the lifeless body and cried his heart out. He wasn't one to cry normally but knowing he'd never again have the fun-loving guy by his side and to support him was unbearable. He called the doctor who came immediately to confirm the death and to arrange for the body to be taken away.

After the removal of the body and the doctor had left, he felt so lonely. As he sat there wondering what next to do, he remembered what Dylan had told him. "As soon as I've gone, call the solicitor and he'll tell you what arrangements I've made for the business and for you."

With a heavy heart, he reluctantly dialled the number because he knew he'd have to tell the staff the next day that their boss had died and what was happening in future. "I'll come straight over Rohan if that's okay." He said it was and tidied the living room whilst he waited. Ten minutes later, the solicitor arrived. After he'd given Rohan his sympathy, he told him what Dylan had done.

"You mean I now own the company, this house and most of his personal assets" he exclaimed.

"Yes; he loved and respected you very much Rohan and he knew you would be the best person to continue the business so you now own the majority shareholding and are the chief executive and managing director. It's a hell of a responsibility but Dylan had no doubt that you could handle it."

"But what about Tristan, won't he expect to own everything as his son and heir?"

"As you know, he's been away for several years and has never shown any interest in the business or his father for that matter, apart from receiving his monthly allowance, which of course will now end so you're the obvious choice."

Rohan shook his head in disbelief. This was the last thing he'd expected.

"I know Dylan tried several times to contact Tristan but never received any response; has he been in contact at all?"

Rohan replied that an email arrived two days ago from Tristan who'd said he'd been in the Congo rainforest without any means of contact for several months. "I replied on behalf of Dylan because he was too weak to do so and told Tristan that his father was on the verge of dying and should return home immediately. He replied saying he would do so and expects to arrive in two days' time."

"Good, so his father knew he'd finally made contact and was on his way home before he passed away." Rohan nodded. "Dylan was very fond of his son despite being a disappointment so he'd have died peacefully knowing that but Tristan has somewhat of a shock waiting for him when he finally returns. Not only has he lost his father but he's lost his income. The amount Dylan's left him won't last long so he'll be forced to find work."

Rohan wasn't sure whether he felt any sorrow for the guy apart from having lost his father. He'd never met him and from what he knew, Tristan had been a spoiled brat who'd been supported by a wealthy father. It was the one thing that seemed out of character with Dylan but he'd never had children so didn't know what it was like to have a son. The only knowledge he had of a father and son relationship was his own and that was totally different. His father would have passed on by had he seen his son destitute on the street.

One evening, two days later the front door bell rang. Rohan answered it and saw a younger version of Dylan standing there. "You must be Tristan, come on in."

Tristan stepped inside wondering who the hell this guy was. "Is my mother with my dad?"

Rohan told him to come into the living room and he'd tell him everything. Tristan followed still confused.

"Your father died two days ago, I'm so very sorry, he was a wonderful man."

Tristan gasped and suddenly felt tears running down his face. He knew he had disappointed his father but he'd loved him. He asked where his mother was and Rohan told him that his parents were divorced and he'd been living with his father for the past four years.

Tristan smiled having wiped away his tears. "I knew my dad was bisexual so I'm not surprised he had a lover. How long have you known him?"

"Seven years and I eventually became the sales director for the company."

"Wow, he must have thought highly of you, and loved you; thanks for being here for him; the last few weeks must have been hard. The gay gene is in the family because I'm gay too. Had a whale of a time with two guys in the Congo rainforest which is why I've been out of contact for so long."

Rohan smiled and looked more closely at the young man in front of him. He had Dylan's eyes and beautiful smile plus he had a body to die for. Tristan then continued, "As far as my mother goes I'm not the slightest bit surprised that she left. Some wealthy git has been fucking her for years so good riddance to her."

Rohan smiled again and as Tristan gazed into the guy's beautiful brown eyes he felt his cock go hard despite trying to stop it from doing so. He'd fallen in love with a guy he'd only just met.

"Have you eaten?"

"Not since lunchtime."

"I could do you a cheese omelette if you like."

Tristan said he'd love one and followed him into the kitchen. It looked just the same, in fact everywhere looked the same as it had when he'd last lived there but what seemed odd was seeing another guy taking a frying pan out of the cupboard and eggs from the fridge. He'd watched his mother do similar things for years and even his dad when his mother was out. Now neither were here.

"Did he suffer towards the end?" he blurted out as Rohan beat the eggs in a glass jug and added some milk. Rohan turned towards him and another wave of desire wafted over his body.

"He never looked as if he was, but you know your dad, he was able to keep his feelings hidden from even those closest to him."

"But you were with him right up to the end."

Rohan said he was and even at night he checked on him at two hourly intervals. "He had a bell he could ring if he really needed me. I slept next door towards the end and it was during one of those two hour slots that he passed away. I'd checked on him at five in the morning and he was sleeping peacefully. I kissed him and went back to bed. When I next went in at seven, he'd passed away. I checked his breathing but he was gone. I stayed with him until eight when I called the doctor."

"Thanks; I so wish I'd seen those emails sooner but thanks for being with him; I really appreciate it."

Rohan was touched by Tristan's love for his father. When he'd slid the omelette onto a plate and put it in front of him where he was sitting at the kitchen table, he placed a hand on his shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze. He still couldn't get over the resemblance between father and son; it was just like looking at a younger version of Dylan. He suddenly realised he'd met the guy he wanted to love and cherish but once Tristan knew about his father's will, he wasn't sure he'd want anything to do with him.

He sat at the end of the table where Dylan had always sat and watched Tristan tuck into the omelette. "Your dad loved you very much" he said without thinking.

"I know; he said so in the numerous emails he sent but I knew I was a big disappointment to him. Up until hearing about his illness, I had no interest in the business. I was happy roaming around the world and taking his money."

"And having sex with men" Rohan chuckled.

"Yeah, and that. If he hadn't been so generous I'd have come home; it was almost as if he didn't want me to."

"That's not true; he'd have loved you to return but he felt you were not interested in the company which meant everything to him. Like me, he came from nothing and grew an extremely successful company but it was fucking hard work. When he gave me the break I'd always dreamt of, I vowed to do the same and I was rewarded."

"From nothing to sales director; not bad" Tristan chuckled.

Rohan looked at the gorgeous guy and wondered when to break the news; it was obvious he didn't know about his father's will. He decided to tackle the matter head on. "Have you had enough to eat?"

"Yeah, that was great; thanks."

"We need to talk Tristan; let's go into the living room." Tristan nodded as he placed his dishes into the dishwasher.

"What did your father say in his emails to you?"

"That he had cancer and didn't have long to live so wanted to discuss the future of the company and his affairs. The last one said if he didn't hear from me within a week then he'd have to make plans in my absence. The emails spanned over three weeks and if I'd not been in the fucking rainforest, I'd have seen them."

"You'd better read his will in that case." Rohan handed over the copy which the solicitor had given him and watched Tristan read it.

"Fucking hell; he's left everything to you so you now own the company, this house and his other assets."

"Apart from the sum he left you assuming you eventually returned and of course the provision to continue living here if you wished or in one of his other properties. I'm so very sorry Tristan. I had no knowledge of this until two days ago after your dad had died. All he ever told me was that he'd made sufficient plans to safeguard the company and the staff so the business could go on."

Tristan put his head into his hands. After a minute or two he looked at Rohan. "It's not your fault Rohan; you were the one by his side who he trusted and loved from what he said in his emails. It's my own stupid fault; I should have been here; he gave me enough chances over the years to join him but what I'm gonna do now, fuck knows because one thing's for sure, the money he's left me won't last long."

Rohan reached over and placed a hand over Tristan's. "I'm so very sorry. From what the solicitor has told me, the will is watertight. You can see from the date that it was made three weeks after he was first diagnosed and his doctor confirmed that he was of sound mind."

Tristan nodded. "Knowing my dad he'd have made sure of that but I shall have to obtain a second opinion. It's no reflection on you Rohan but I must do so just to satisfy my own mind."

Rohan nodded and withdrew his hand. He couldn't blame the guy; he'd have done the same in similar circumstances.

"I take it I can stay here for the time being; I've got nowhere else to go."

"Of course you can; it's your house as much as mine."

"Except you own it and are now managing director of the company" Tristan grinned as he placed a hand on Rohan's and squeezed it. They gazed into each other's eyes for what seemed ages before Tristan said with a straight face "Can I sleep with you?"

Rohan said nothing for a moment. He'd certainly not expected that. "Err, yes okay if you want." He felt his cock go from flaccid to hard within seconds. He couldn't believe this beautiful guy, who was the younger version of the guy he'd admired, and loved towards the end, wanted to sleep with him.

Tristan was upset that the business and the house had not been left to him although he understood why, but he'd fallen in love with his father's lover. He also knew that he needed to get close to him because he was certain that the legal advice he'd receive would confirm that he had no claim even though he was his father's heir. The money he'd been left wouldn't last long at the rate he'd spent it over the past few years so it was time to settle down. What better way than persuade the new owner of the company to employ him and share his bed. The latter certainly wouldn't be difficult because he'd fallen head over heels with the guy.

Whilst they had a drink, Tristan told Rohan about his travels and the guys he'd met. He even included details of which had fucked him. "I'm mainly a bottom" he grinned "so I love being fucked". As he said this he looked at Rohan's crotch which was showing a big bulge due to the talk of sex.

"How about we go to bed?" he grinned. Rohan nodded and led him upstairs to the main bedroom he'd now taken over as his room. As they went, he calculated that Tristan was now twenty-four so five years younger than him. He'd cleared out Dylan's clothes and personal belongings and made a few minor changes to make the room his and Tristan noticed. "I like the changes; much better." Rohan didn't let on whether they were his or his father's.

Rohan undressed and perched on the end of the bed as he watched Tristan strip off, neatly folding his clothes as he did so, very much like his father had done. His now rampant cock thrust outwards, the head forcing its way through the foreskin. The excitement also caused his chest to rapidly move up and down as he watched. When Tristan was fully naked, he stood in front of him teasing him with his beautiful bronzed body and his erection.

"I guess you've been given head before?" Tristan grinned. Rohan nodded. "Well, whatever you know about it, forget it," he whispered darkly, "You've never been given head by me." Tristan smiled mischievously as his fingers ran along the insides of Rohan's thighs, slowly pulling them apart. The fingers danced up his thighs, brushing against his balls. Rohan breathed in, bucking his hips back. Tristan gripped around his shaft, squeezing tightly with one hand whilst the other caressed its way up from his hips, over his abs to his chest, where he gently pressed to lower Rohan down on the bed. His body shuddered under the softness of his touch. Tristan's tongue danced against the tip of his shaft, making his body shudder again. The tongue then danced around the head, before running down his length, the fingers still gripping him at the base.

Without warning, Tristan took him into his mouth, his suction-like grip making Rohan's hands grip him around the shoulders. He didn't know if he wanted to push him away, or force him deeper. With expert skill and ease, Tristan used his tongue to make Rohan feel things he had never felt before.

"Ah fuck." Rohan tossed his head back, digging his nails into Tristan's bronzed shoulders. He could feel himself getting to the place he didn't want to get to; he wanted it to last longer, but the more he tried to take his mind away from the edge, the more Tristan seemed to try and take him there. He sped up, taking his length right to the back of his throat. Rohan was by no means small, so he had no idea how he was doing it without choking, but he didn't gag. "Slow down," Rohan gasped, "I'm close." Tristan did the opposite. He started to pump with his hand at the same time, squeezing and relaxing as he made his way up and down the shaft, his mouth not breaking for air.

"Wow" Rohan exclaimed when Tristan finally did come up for air. "You've clearly learned a lot on your travels."

Tristan grinned. "The odd thing or two; perhaps I'll be an escort if all else fails."

"I wouldn't recommend it; I was doing that before I met your dad; in fact, that's how we met. It's hard work and it's precarious plus it's not something you can do forever."

Tristan looked at Rohan for a minute. He'd never have dreamt that he'd been a male escort since he looked very much the confident business man and he'd never known that his dad used such services. He took hold of Rohan's semi-hard cock and played with it whilst his life to date flashed through his mind; he'd certainly fucked things up.

When Rohan was hard again, he gazed into his gorgeous brown eyes. "How about you fuck me with this." Rohan jumped off the bed and Tristan laid back on it, lifting his legs high over his chest. Rohan gazed at the beautiful entrance and licked his lips. He prepared his cock and pressed against it. As it slipped in, Tristan grunted with delight. He'd been fucked by cocks of all shapes, sizes and colour during his time away but this was the best. They searched each other's eyes as Rohan fucked, slowly increasing the pace as he did so. When he'd reached his climax, and shot his load, they continued looking at each other whilst he kept his cock deep inside. Both knew they wanted more of each other whatever the future held. They also knew they'd both fallen in love.

The following morning, Tristan called a solicitor to get a view on his father's will. He was offered an appointment at ten so he took it. Rohan gave him copies of all the documents he needed and he asked Kyle, his driver, to take him there. He needn't have helped Tristan like this, bearing in mind he was challenging Dylan's wishes, but he wanted to do so.

As expected, the solicitor confirmed that the will was sound and no court was likely to overrule it in Tristan's favour in view of the medical evidence that his father was of sound mind when he made it and had done his utmost to contact his son beforehand. Tristan left, not sure whether he was disappointed or pleased with what he'd been told. He'd have liked having access to the money the company produced and his father's assets but he knew if he did, he'd squander it since he didn't have his father's dedication for running a business. As Kyle drove him back to the house, he pondered his situation. He suddenly decided he was pleased that the will was sound because he wanted to change his way of living. He'd enjoyed traveling and having fun but his father's sudden death had shocked him. He wanted to prove that he could make something of himself even if he could no longer show his father. The question was, how could he do so?

"Kyle, could you drive me to the company please."

"Certainly Mr West."

"You can call me Tristan" he chuckled "I notice you call Rohan by his first name; he's the managing director and I'm a nobody."

"Your father was a wonderful man; he will be greatly missed by everyone."

"I know; me included. What's Rohan like?"

Kyle, who was Trinidadian and now aged twenty-four, had been recruited when Rohan was promoted to sales director. Since he didn't drive and had no wish to do so, Rohan had invited him to be his driver. They'd originally met in a gay bar and he secretly loved him; he also loved the feel of Rohan's cock inside him as he was a bottom.

"Come on Kyle, I won't say anything to him but I want to know what he's really like."

"He's like your father; kind, considerate and a lovely guy. I had nowhere to live when I took this job but in return for adding the house cleaning and laundry duties to my role as his driver, I was given the use of a company flat rent free. I shall never forget his generosity, or that of your father."

Tristan smiled; he'd already made the same assessment of the guy with whom he'd fallen in love.

"Tristan West is here to see you" Sheila told Rohan as soon as she'd closed his door behind her. He looked up from the large mahogany desk which Dylan had once occupied. As he walked into it on the first day after Dylan died, he remembered his first day at the company and how he'd tried to visualise sitting in the large leather chair behind this very desk, and now he was doing just that. "It was uncanny seeing him; he's just like his father but younger." Rohan agreed and asked her to show him in. The question in his mind was whether he was to remain as the owner and managing director of West Electronics or not.

"Come in Tristan and take a seat" he said cheerily in the hope that the news was good.

He sat down and looked around the office for a moment. He'd only been in it a few times as a child and like now had sent shivers down his spine. He knew whatever the solicitor had said, he couldn't do what Rohan was now doing. "It's changed since I was last in here; the desk has been moved and this small meeting area is new."

"Your dad introduced the meeting area and I rearranged things yesterday."

"It's good; I like it. It must be difficult taking over a dead man's shoes." Rohan smiled but didn't respond, instead he asked how Tristan had got on with the solicitor. "As expected he confirmed that the will was sound and that no court was likely to overrule it. To be honest I'm relieved because in no way could I do what you're doing."

Rohan gave a sigh of relief and hoped it wasn't too obvious. "So what will you do now?"

"That's why I'm here. I know I've got to get a proper job. It's too late to show dad, but I want to prove to myself that I can do something useful. I realise now how stupid I've been. Is there anything in the company I could do Rohan? I'm desperate so please help me."

Rohan was touched by Tristan's resolve and thought for a moment. "What skills do you feel you can offer?"

"I'd be hopeless in sales and I'm not technical so those areas are out. You already have a very sexy driver so that's not a possibility" he laughed.

"What about administration?"

Tristan grimaced. "If I'm honest, I'd find a desk job in front of a computer all day too boring which wouldn't do anyone any good. Is there nothing else? I'm pleading with you Rohan, so please help me."

Rohan felt his heart strings being pulled. He so wanted to help this gorgeous guy with whom he'd fallen in love but he wasn't prepared to make up a job just to employ him so he could have money and go wild. "You mentioned that during your travels you used a computer to research the places you visited so you know your way around the internet, but what about word processing and spreadsheets?" Tristan said he'd used both and knew the basics. "How about presentation software?"

"I used it at school but I'm willing to learn. I know I've got to work hard in whatever job I get but I'm prepared to do that. I really mean it Rohan; I want to prove I'm not useless."

"And having done so, what then; will the urge to run off again and travel the world takeover?"

"I know what you're thinking. You think that once I've got money again that I'll do what I did before and leave all this behind me."

"And will you?" Rohan interjected.

Tristan leaned forward and Rohan became more aware of his youthful body which did little to help his resolve to be firm with the guy. "Dad's death has made me realise what an idiot I've been and I promise you Rohan, I shall never run off again. Okay, the experience was good and I had a fun time but it's cost me dearly. I promise you Rohan; I mean it. If I can find a job that suits me then I'll stick at it and work my guts out. Please believe me."

Rohan smiled. The guy was clearly desperate and sincere. He tried to imagine what Dylan would have done in the circumstances. He wouldn't have dreamt up a job for the sake of it, that's for sure.

"There is one job which might suit you" he finally said. Tristan took an intake of breath and sat up straight. "I'm not planning to appoint another sales director because I want to keep a close eye on sales but now I shall have other responsibilities with the overall running of the company, I shall need a reliable personal assistant. The job would involve research, producing quotations from information I'd provide, producing visual presentation material, collating data, accompanying me on business meetings as appropriate, producing meeting notes and generally being my assistant as required. How does that sound?"

Tristan gasped. "That's precisely the kind of job which would suit me. Thank you so very much. You've saved my life."

Rohan smiled having had the job in mind but he wanted to be sure of the reasons why Tristan wanted one. He detailed the salary and the conditions, saying that it would be on a three-month trial period. "That way we can both see if it works out and if it does, then you'll be made permanent. At that time, I'll also increase your shareholding in the company to twenty percent. The two minor shareholders want to sell their shares now that Dylan's no longer here so I can transfer those to you making us the only shareholders."

Tristan gasped and held his hand to his mouth. It was far more than he'd expected in the circumstances. "Can I ask something?" he said warily.

"Of course; ask away."

"Can I move in with you? I don't mean just living in the house but to share your bed."

Rohan looked at him. "Why?" he smiled, feeling his whole-body tingle with excitement.

"I love you Rohan. Okay, I know we've only just met but as soon as I saw you yesterday it was as if we'd known each other for years."

Rohan admitted that he'd felt the same way, and replied "I'd love you to share my bed". Tristan immediately moved closer and they embraced, both feeling the normal reaction down below. When they moved apart, Rohan said he'd been thinking of inviting Kyle to move into the house to help with the cooking. "To be honest I'm not very good in the kitchen and he's far better."

"He could use the studio apartment above the garage" Tristan replied excitedly. "I presume you know that was intended for me before I buggered up dad's plans by traveling the world. He wanted me to have my own space which was separate from the main house." Rohan nodded although he'd never seen inside. He'd always had the feeling it was Dylan's shrine to his son. "Is Kyle good in bed?" Tristan suddenly added.

Rohan laughed. Like father like son. "He's a bottom and loves a good fuck."

"Fine by me; okay I prefer being fucked but I'm not averse to fucking a cute arse and from what I can see, he certainly has one; plus, he's madly in love with you."

Their sexual discussion was interrupted by the intercom ringing. "Sorry to bother you Rohan but I need a quick word if I may."

"Come in Sheila, we've finished our discussion."

Sheila opened the door and smiled at Tristan before turning to Rohan. "It's just that I need to get the announcement out to the press about Dylan since the funeral is on Monday and I need you to approve it." She handed him what she'd written, which reported his death and that Rohan was the new owner and managing director.

"That's fine, thanks Sheila and I suggest we send a courtesy copy to all customers and suppliers so they know before it's published." Before she left, he added "Tristan is going to be working here as my personal assistant."

"That's wonderful news; your father would have been so proud of you."

"Thanks Sheila. Could you ask Kyle to join us please" Rohan interjected before she said anymore.

"How many are attending the funeral?" Tristan asked after she'd left.

"Us, plus four or five from the company including the technical manager from the Oxford office, your dad's personal driver who's now left and three or four close friends of your dad's, including his solicitor."

"I assume mother has not been invited."

"No; Dylan specifically said not to."

"Good. What's happening after the service at the crematorium?"

"Everyone has been invited back to the house and Sheila has organised a caterer to come in to serve a buffet."

Just then, there was a knock on the door. "Come in Kyle."

Kyle nervously entered and looked at Rohan. "Take a seat Kyle. Tristan and I have something we'd like to ask you." He sat down, clutching his hands together as Rohan detailed his and Tristan's proposal. Kyle let out an audible gasp. He'd often dreamt of living in the house that he cleaned each week.

"You'd use the studio apartment above the garage. The kitchen facilities are limited with just a microwave and small hot plate but if you're willing to do most of the cooking with our help then we suggest you eat with us" Tristan explained.

"How do you feel about that idea?" Rohan asked Kyle.

"Yeah, I'd love to; thanks."

Rohan felt a warmth in his heart whenever he knew that Kyle genuinely appreciated what was being done for him. He was a loyal worker and very sexy. With him on hand, he had a feeling the guy was going to feel more cock up his. As it was almost lunchtime, they adjourned to the staff restaurant that serviced the whole office block, which was now owned by Rohan. Several staff looked at Tristan, noticing the resemblance to Dylan and wondered what he was doing there.

After they'd finished their lunch, Rohan suggested that Tristan helped Kyle move his things from the flat to the studio apartment having decided the sooner it was done, the better. "Perhaps one of you can collect me at six please and use the smaller Jag for the time being. I'll take the larger one over after the funeral and then you Tristan, can use my current car."

Tristan grinned. He'd never had his own car. Before he went on his travels, he had a motorbike which he'd sold to finance the first part of his adventure.

Once back in the office, Rohan cleared his remaining items from the office he'd used as sales director. He'd agreed with Sheila that it would be her office in future since it was larger than hers and could include a nicer visitor waiting area. Tristan would use Sheila's old office so he'd be immediately next to him. He'd decided this for two reasons; he still wasn't totally convinced about Tristan's desire to work for the company so having him near meant he could keep a close eye on him, but the thought of having him close, turned him on. When he walked into his new office, he looked at the enormous executive desk and remembered the time he'd fucked Dylan over it. When he'd finished, he gave his boss the blowjob of a lifetime. He chuckled and looked at the spot where he'd done so, "Perhaps one day I'll do the same to his son" he grinned.

Tristan and Kyle soon emptied the flat of his things and gave it a clean. As they left, Tristan assumed Rohan would now rent it out but that was his business. At the house, Tristan unlocked the studio apartment and stood looking at it. He'd spent two months using it before making his momentous decision that changed his life for good. He still had clothes and personal effects in there so they first cleared those, taking them to the main part of the house. Having been locked up for several years, there was a layer of dust everywhere so they set to and gave it a thorough clean. With that done, they collected Kyle's things from the car and settled him in.

"There we are, a perfect pad for you to have lots of sex with guys" Tristan giggled. "I found the bed very comfortable" he grinned and sat at the ended springing up and down.

"I can't thank you guys enough; it feels so wonderful to be living here with you and Rohan."

Tristan grabbed Kyle's hand and pulled him onto the bed. Before he had time to say anything, Tristan had his mouth firmly around his, kissing him passionately. Their cocks were now rock hard and his shirt was being unfastened followed by his dark grey suit trousers. Within seconds, Tristan had the cute guy down to his white briefs. Although they were the same age, he was more mature than Kyle and more experienced when it came to sex. His own clothes were soon discarded and his cock was aching to get inside the cute black arse. He hastily removed the white briefs and admired Kyle's beautiful black naked body.

Always ready for such occasions, he grabbed what he needed from his jeans and prepared his cock. He pushed Kyle onto his back, lifted his legs and savoured the black entrance. "Mm, beautiful" he muttered as he pressed his stiff cock inside. It wasn't as thick as Rohan's but he used it to good effect. Kyle watched the white organ fuck him for the next ten minutes before Tristan yelled "Ah fuck, I'm coming". When he'd come down from his high, he pulled out, whipped off the filled latex and pressed his lips up against Kyle's.

"Tonight, the three of us will have a threesome. I want to see Rohan's big cock fuck that beautiful arse of yours."

Kyle grinned; he certainly looked forward to that. He looked at his watch and realised it was half five. "I must leave to collect Rohan soon."

"I'll do that; you start the meal. I'm sure you'll find something in the fridge."

"Are you sure?" Kyle asked, not sure whether his boss would approve.

"Don't worry; I'm now his personal assistant, and Rohan reckons you're much better in the kitchen than us. I'll drive carefully."

Kyle nodded and followed Tristan into the main house. He had a feeling his life was about to change yet again but provided he was with the man he loved, he didn't mind, even though it was a one-sided kind of love.

"Hi; Kyle's all moved in and I've left him preparing the meal. Looks as if everyone has gone."

Rohan nodded as he signed the last document Sheila had typed. "Here's your contact so read it through and if everything is okay, sign both copies and let me have one back tomorrow."

"Fuck, you don't hang about do you" Tristan grinned as he took the documents.

"That's how we do things around here, so get used to it. That's how your dad grew such a successful company and we expect all employees to have the same level of efficiency."

"Yes boss" Tristan grinned.

Rohan chuckled. He had a feeling he had a lot to teach this guy. "If you're not careful, I'll bend you over the desk and fuck that gorgeous arse of yours."

"Mm, can't wait for that to happen" Tristan grinned and took his lover into his arms. They kissed passionately and they felt each other's erection.

"Come on, we should leave before I strip you naked and fuck you."

"Perhaps we can do that on another night; in the meantime, we have a cute black guy at home and I've told him we're having a threesome this evening."

Rohan smiled. It was just like being with Dylan, but a younger version. Rohan was impressed with Tristan's driving. He'd imagined he'd be a speed merchant but instead he drove sensibly and Rohan felt relaxed.

Kyle soon settled into his new home and spent most of his time with the other two guys each evening since neither minded having the cute sexy guy about. He never went out on his own, much preferring to accompany the other two guys so life was perfect for him. Tristan also threw himself into his new job and Rohan's concerns about him, slowly slipped away. Business continued to do well and Dylan's death had soon faded into the past, although his achievements were never forgotten.

"I reckon we should have a party" Tristan announced one evening two months later. "I'd like to invite two school chums who are great fun." Ryan and Joe were the same age as Tristan and they used to have threesomes in the studio apartment without the knowledge of his parents. "They now live together and you'll love them; Ryan also has a big cock." Rohan was happy to hold one and felt it would do them good to let their hair down. To even the numbers, he suggested that Kyle invited his friend Darrell who was another Trinidadian and two years older than Kyle. He also had a big cock and was versatile but especially enjoyed fucking. "How about we make it a Kinky Cards party" he grinned.

The other two looked at him having no idea what Tristan was talking about so he explained. "Once the drink is flowing nicely, everyone draws cards and the card drawn determines what you do. A club means no item of clothing is removed; a spade means you must remove your top garment. A diamond denotes trousers must come off and a heart equals underwear so if you draw a heart and you've still got your trousers on, then both items must come off. When everyone is naked, each suit is assigned a different meaning when it's drawn. A heart means you must kiss the player to your right and a spade means oral sex must take place with that guy. Diamonds denote a cock massage and clubs denote penetration. The number on the card will denote the length of time each activity takes place. Two to five equals one minute, six to ten equals two minutes, and aces and picture cards equals three minutes. Throughout the game, drinking takes place including shots. It's a fucking brilliant game."

"And what happens if a guy can't get it up to fuck?" Rohan grinned.

"He's sucked and massaged by the other players until he can and if he's really sloshed and can't get it up, then he's fucked by all those who can."

"Are you up for that Kyle."

"Yeah, sounds fucking wicked" he giggled.

It was decided that the party would take place on the Friday evening two weeks later. The guests would be invited for a light meal and stay over until the Sunday morning. The party itself would go on well into the early hours so the Saturday would be used to recuperate. Tristan called his mates and both said they'd love to come. Darrell was also available so the days leading up to it, the guys prepared food that could be heated up on the night.

Ryan and Joe were first to arrive, shortly to be followed by the delectable Darrell. When everyone had been introduced, Tristan served drinks whilst Kyle and Rohan finished preparing the meal. Twenty minutes later everyone trooped into the dining room. Rohan was pleased to see that everyone immediately gelled with each other so looked forward to a successful party. The three guests had been forewarned about the theme and Ryan and Joe couldn't wait to get started since they'd played it before at other parties. Darrell hadn't but was intrigued, guessing it involved undressing and sex.

When the meal was over, they returned to the living room and whilst Kyle and Rohan served shots followed by a cocktail they'd made, Tristan went through the rules of the game. "And don't forget, you have to do what the card denotes. If you don't, then you'll be fucked by the other players."

"That sounds good to me" Joe giggled, "I love being fucked."

Ryan was invited to draw the first card and it was a spade so he removed his T shirt. Darrell was next, and drew a club so removed nothing. Joe then drew a diamond so off came his jeans. Kyle drew a heart next and with roars of laughter and encouragement, the others watched him discard his jeans and his underpants. Rohan drew a spade so had to remove his T shirt and Tristan a diamond so off came his jeans. After three rounds, all six players were naked, several of whom already had erections including Kyle, Rohan and Darrell.

Before the game continued, another round of shots was served plus more drinks. Rohan noticed that Joe was already getting merry. The game recommenced and Kyle was the first to draw a card which was the eight of spades, so Rohan had the delight of being sucked for two minutes. Rohan next drew an ace of clubs. "Yeah, I get to be fucked by his big cock" Tristan squealed so he was draped over the end of the sofa and given a three-minute fuck. As the game progressed, kissing, sucking, massaging and more fucking took place. Shots and cocktails were served along the way, so everyone was becoming well lubricated.

"Hang on guys" Tristan yelled, "Joe hasn't yet been sucked or fucked; I vote we do something about that." The others agreed so Joe was told to go on all fours so the other five could fuck him one after the other. Whilst being fucked, they took it in turns to suck his cock. By the time he'd been given five fucks, he was shooting his load into his boyfriend's mouth.

The game was forgotten and guys paired up for more sex. Soon, everyone was involved in sexual activity and a good time was had by all. When they'd all paired with each other, Rohan suggested they go to bed. It was well past three in the morning and he was whacked. The others agreed so Tristan showed Ryan and Joe to their room for the night and Darrell staggered off with Kyle to his studio apartment. When Rohan had turned off the lights and locked up, he staggered to bed.

"I'm even too fucked for sex" Tristan giggled as Rohan climbed into bed. They hugged and kissed before dropping off in one another's arms.

Tristan's three-month trial ended and Rohan was very pleased with the way he'd progressed.

"How do you feel it's gone?" he asked, not wanting to say what he felt for the moment.

"I think I've learned a lot and I've worked hard" Tristan replied, hoping that the boss felt the same.

"And do you want to continue in the job?" he asked still not showing his hand.

"Yeah, if you'll have me" he replied nervously now afraid he'd not done enough. He knew his father had high standards but Rohan's seemed to be higher.

"And any thoughts of traveling again?"

"Fuck no; I love working here and want to continue doing so" he replied, now worried.

There was a pause during which Rohan gave nothing away. There was no doubt in his mind that the guy had done well and wanted to stay but he wanted Tristan to know that he wasn't being kept on just because he was Dylan's son. "You've done well Tristan; far better than I imagined you would. You've shown real dedication and worked very hard. I'm very satisfied with your progress and you've done your father proud; it's such a pity that he's not here to see it."

"Does that mean I can stay and be made permanent in the job?"

"It does, so with immediate effect you're on the permanent payroll which means you'll receive an increase in pay and I'll transfer the ten percent of shares I've bought from the two minority shareholders, over to you. Congratulations."

Tristan was unable to speak; he was so happy. He'd achieved his goal by proving he could make something of himself; his only regret was that his dad wasn't here to see it because he'd have loved to have shown him too.

"I'm also going to transfer the ownership of the flat that Kyle vacated, into your name. The company will continue to manage it and deduct its fee for doing so but the net rental income from it will be yours in future."

Tristan gasped and rushed to where Rohan was sitting behind his desk. He was so full of joy that he hugged and kissed him. Neither could control themselves and the kiss became passionate; their bodies reacting in the same way.

"Would you fuck me?" Tristan managed to say between kisses. Rohan was desperate to do just that so quickly checked the corridor. It was past finishing time so everyone had left apart from Kyle who was sitting patiently on a visitor's chair in the Sheila's room.

"Come and join us Kyle."

He followed his boss back to his office and found Tristan undressed with a hard-on ready for action. His own immediately jumped to attention.

"Strip; we're celebrating. I'm gonna fuck Tristan whilst he fucks you over the desk" Rohan giggled as he hastily removed his own clothes. Kyle grinned and immediately stripped naked.

"Yeah, fucking gorgeous" Tristan exclaimed as he looked at the sexy black body.

"What are we celebrating?" Kyle laughed as he bent over the desk.

"I'm staying; I'm now a permanent member of staff; it's fucking fantastic."

Kyle congratulated him and pulled his bum cheeks wide apart.

"Okay guys, ready for action?" Rohan laughed and moved up behind his lover. He watched Tristan press his naked cock into Kyle's lubricated hole and once in, he pushed his own into Tristan's. They fucked in unison and Kyle could feel each of Rohan's thrusts into Tristan.

"This is fucking awesome" Kyle shouted.

"Yeah, sure is" Tristan agreed. Rohan grinned and thought the same as the image of fucking Dylan over this same desk came into his mind. When Tristan and Rohan had satisfied their needs, Tristan lifted Kyle onto the desk and sucked him off.

"Let's go out for a meal tonight and celebrate some more" Rohan said as he dressed. They had a great time and returned home very happy. Little did they know that their happiness would be short lived.

Two weeks later, Tristan felt ill and his sight became blurred at times. He tried to ignore it for a while but Rohan noticed the change in him. "What's wrong my love?"

Tristan shrugged. "It's nothing really; it's probably the flu."

"I'm not so sure; I think you should see the doctor. You're having dizzy spells aren't you."

Tristan knew he couldn't hide anything from his lover so said he was, and they were getting worse. "My sight also becomes blurred on occasions."

Rohan picked up the internal phone and asked Sheila to make an appointment with their private doctor.

"Say it's for Tristan West and is urgent please Sheila."

The appointment was made for that afternoon; the name of West still had impact when required.

"Would you like me to come in with you?"

Tristan nodded; although he'd tried not to show it, he was scared. The doctor knew Rohan having met him when Dylan was dying.

"Well young man, you've returned from your travels have you."

Tristan gave a weak smile; he'd not seen the doctor for about ten years. As he walked towards the chair the doctor indicated, he suddenly felt feint and his sight blurred. Rohan grabbed hold of him and gently sat him down.

"How long has this been going on for?"

"About three weeks but longer on a lesser basis."

The doctor did some basic tests and called the private hospital he used. "I strongly recommend you go immediately."

Tristan looked at Rohan, knowing they had a business appointment later. Rohan thanked the doctor and once outside, asked Kyle to drive them straight to the hospital. On their way, he called Sheila to ask her to cancel the appointment and say it was due to a medical emergency.

As they drove, Rohan held Tristan's hand. He sensed he was nervous. Within half an hour, they were seen by a specialist. He wanted tests carried out so arranged for blood samples to be taken and his sight to be checked.

Over the next three weeks they attended more appointments with specialists and were eventually referred to the Hospital for Tropical Diseases. In the meantime, Tristan was experiencing more dizzy spells and his sight was fading.

"Have you ever visited a rainforest or something similar.?" the specialist asked Tristan as soon as they sat down.

"Yeah; I was in the Congo for two months."

"I'm afraid the news is not good Tristan. You have a disease that is damaging your optic nerve which is affecting your sight and it's likely you've picked it up in the Congo; probably from infected water. Did you have any stomach problems whilst there?" Tristan said he did but it went away after a week or so. "Did you always boil your drinking water?" Tristan nodded. "And did you swim in the river?" Tristan nodded again knowing he and the guys he was with frequently swam naked in the river.

"What can be done?" Rohan asked.

"The dizziness can be treated with suitable drugs but the loss of sight is more of a problem. The tests show that the disease has done irreparable damage to the optic nerve so the loss of sight is permanent and could lead to complete blindness. I'm so very sorry Tristan."

Tristan felt tears in his eyes which blurred his sight even more. Rohan shuffled his chair nearer to console him. The specialist wrote out a prescription and passed it over to Tristan who was now in a state of shock. Rohan took it and noticed the tablets had to be taken three times a day for approximately four weeks. He shook the guy's hand and led Tristan out with an arm around him. When they'd visited the pharmacy to have the prescription made up, they made their way out to the car. Tristan said nothing and neither did Rohan. He could tell that his lover was deep in thought. Kyle helped Tristan into the car, and Rohan briefly updated him on what they'd been told.

"We'll get through this my love; I'll be by your side and give you support whenever you need it" he told Tristan once inside the car.

"And so will I" Kyle added from the front.

"See; you've got two sexy guys to help you." This at least, made Tristan smile. He knew he had people around him who'd give him support but he'd always been an independent guy and now he wasn't. "We have the money to buy whatever you need to make life easier for you."

"You mean you have the money" Tristan retorted more harshly than he intended.

Rohan was hurt by that remark and hit back. "It's not my fault that you decided to abandon your father and travel the world Tristan, and it's not my fault that your dad had cancer and left the company to me to continue his dream because you showed no interest in doing so."

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that" Tristan whimpered "but I'm not sure I want to continue living without my sight."

"I know it's hard to accept my love but that's the way things are. You're the one I love and I'll do anything to make life bearable for you. There are numerous aids these days for those with sight problems."

"I'm not having a guide dog; I don't get on with dogs" Tristan retorted.

"In that case we'll employ a nice young man to be your aid when I'm not able to do so."

"And what about my job; how the fuck am I going to do that?"

Rohan took hold of his hand and gently squeezed it. "Tristan, you're a West and members of the West family find ways around adversity. You can continue doing your job; there are plenty of aids available such as text to speech software, special keyboards and a host of other things. I know it's hard to accept and will take time to do so, but you've got to think positive my love."

"I'm sorry" he replied and snuggled his head against Rohan's chest.

News about Tristan's disability swept through the company in no time. Staff rushed to help him whenever they had the chance, especially the females who thought he was gorgeous. Rohan purchased several aids to assist him and slowly he came to terms with his situation. The dizzy spells soon ceased but his sight got worse and he had a permanently blurred vision so was effectively blind.

When they returned home on the day he'd been told the news he dreaded, Kyle spoke to Rohan in private. "I'd like to be Tristan's aid."

Rohan thought that was a great idea. He knew Tristan liked and trusted him, plus he was sexy which was a bonus. In his new role as managing director, the number of visits to customers had decreased considerably so Kyle's driving duties had also decreased. "I'd be happy to employee you in that role as well as my driver when required but you won't be able to continue the house duties. We'd have to find someone else for that role."

Kyle said he knew someone who'd love that job. "He's an assistant in a school kitchen and is a good cook but his boss won't let him progress because he hasn't been to catering college, and he can't afford to do that." Rohan was interested and asked who it was. "Darrell" Kyle grinned, "he'd fit in perfectly and would love the job." Rohan agreed to see him so Kyle called him.

The school summer holidays had just commenced, so he visited the office the following morning. Having questioned him, Rohan had no doubts about Darrell's culinary abilities. He explained that the job also involved house cleaning and laundry duties but if he agreed, he'd live in the house rent free. "Would you be willing to do those duties as well?"

"Wow, you bet. My current job involves washing pots all day which is boring" Darrell said excitedly. Having discussed the salary Darrell said he could commence almost immediately as he only had to give a week's notice.

When Rohan told Tristan about the new arrangement, he grinned. "Brilliant; having no sight doesn't stop me having sex."

"So I've noticed" Rohan laughed, remembering their sexual activities the previous night.