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Two Jubilees and One Spitfire.
Resume:- Trevor is involved in a relationship with Bob a married man. Trevor has asked Bob to leave his wife and come to live with him, but Bob has not responded though the months have passed.
Two Jubilees and One Spitfire. Part 34.
Professor Double O'Brien set things in motion for the next turning point in Trevor's life. Trevor had just undressed and was about to get into bed when he heard the telephone ringing downstairs. He guessed who it was. He put on a dressing gown and rushed downstairs two steps at a time.
"Ah, Trevor I thought I would catch you before you went to bed. I think we need to have a talk. Can you come up to Nottingham the weekend after next. You can stay here with me. Can you come on Friday evening, let me know the time of the train and I will meet you, and you could go back to London sometime on Sunday." This was all said with the utter presumption that it would be possible.
"I need to consult my diary. Hold on a moment." Trevor rushed upstairs two at a time, got his diary and went back down. "Yes, I think that will be possible. I have to cancel one thing, but that shouldn't be too difficult. I will drop you a line to confirm." He wondered what all that was about. Double O'Brien would not summon him to Nottingham unless it was something important, or at least important to her.
The next Friday evening Trevor explained to Bob that he would be away the following weekend.
Trevor caught a train that arrived in Nottingham at 7.43pm. Double O'Brien was there to meet him. On the way out to her house in Mapperley they talked about general things. He asked about the University Department, and the students, and she asked him about his job.
As they were getting out of the car she said, "Trevor, we'll talk seriously tomorrow morning. I have got something to put to you."
The meal and the rest of the evening was spent much as Trevor expected. He and Double O did almost all the talking, or rather arguing, while Double O's husband looked on, almost like a tennis umpire keeping the score.
"Come to my study," commanded Double O, after breakfast. "Claude can do the washing up."
They went off to her study. It was full of books and papers on every available surface, including most of the floor. One pile of papers was removed from a chair, and Trevor sat down.
"Now Trevor, I want to talk about you. About your future. Are you going to spend the rest of your life as a civil servant?"
"Maybe. I'm enjoying the work, and the travel that goes with it. I have received promotion, and they seem to be happy allowing me to go off to take the odd seminar, or give the odd lecture."
"Yes. I think that's the point. Your book reviews are always worth reading. The fact that you're asked to do so many shows that they are appreciated. That extended review was excellent. Your talents are wasted as a pen pushing civil servant."
Trevor gave an inner smile at that description of his work.
"Your next book coming on well?" She glared across at him. "Have you thought of academic work?"
Trevor pulled back his head slightly in surprise. "To be quite honest, no, I haven't.
"An ex-student of mine, is soon finishing a five year spell in New Zealand. At the University of Auckland. Post is lecturer. The original contract was for three years, he got it extended for a further two. Not too much work, he says, and plenty of time for writing. In fact, he says, they like people in that post to write. Trevor Russell, University of Auckland, in book reviews and in at least one book would be for them good publicity. Shows that though they may be down under geographically they are not down and under academically."
"And what at the end of three, or five years, if I say on?" asked Trevor.
"Something in this country." She paused for a moment. "I shall be retiring about then, sometime in the next three to six years."
Trevor looked up at her. "You're not serious!"
"Yes, I am. Continue writing, get your name known a bit more. You'll have been away from here for what? Five years? Or seven if you stay over there for five. It'll not seem an incestuous `in house' appointment. You'd keep the academic standards of the department up to scratch."
"New Zealand!" mused Trevor. "Long way."
"Heart involved in this country, is it Trevor? You got a partner, or lover, or whatever your sort of men call it?" asked Double O.
"I have a serious friendship," answered Trevor. "But I'm not sure where exactly it is leading."
"Well then, think about it. I reckon the New Zealand post will be advertised in a month or six weeks. I'd give you a good reference. I have only argued with the Prof. there once." She grinned at Trevor. "Their academic term begins in the New Year."
That afternoon Trevor went over to Beeston to visit the Bamford's with whom he had lived when he was in Nottingham.
It was a very thoughtful Trevor that made his way back to Leytonstone. That Sunday evening he wrote long letters to Isaac, and Kundi, and had a long telephone conversation with Paul. What was he to say to Bob?
Bob arrived on time the following Friday. Trevor had prepared most of the meal the evening before, so they were soon sitting at the table eating.
"Well, Trev, what did your old Professor want to see you about?" asked Bob.
"We talked about my future. She wants me to apply for a job."
"What sort of job?"
"A University post."
"A change of tack for you then? Where?" enquired Bob casually.
"New Zealand."
"New Zealand!" exploded Bob loudly. "New Zealand!" he repeated softly. "That is one heck of a way away."
Trevor looked at Bob.
"Are you going?"
"I've got to apply first."
"Are you going to apply?" asked Bob.
"Yes, I think I am. The post will probably be advertised in a month or so's time."
"But what about us?" asked Bob anxiously.
"Yes, what about us?"
They sat for a while in silence looking at each other.
"I've though about it all quite a lot since last weekend," said Trevor. "I have thought about us a lot too, as you can guess. I have been thinking about our relationship. Where are we going?"
"What do you mean where are we going? Haven't we got something good going here. I don't know about you, Trev, but these Friday evenings, and the half term weekends mean a lot to me. I look forward to them from the moment we part."
"So do I, Bob." Trevor put his hand on Bob's. "As I said to you some months ago, when we met in the sauna I was just looking for sex with a man.
A lovely man to cuddle, a fine cock to handle and suck, and perhaps even a bit more. Then we started these Friday evenings. The first few were just fun. We clicked sexually. We both liked doing the same things with each other. But then slowly, irresistibly things changed. I began to care for you, Bob as a person, and not just your genitals." Trevor grinned.
"I think it was much the same for me," said Bob quietly.
"I began to love you, Bob. I know that sounds rather whimpish; but it's true. Over the weeks you came to mean more and more to me. I wanted to be with you more and more, not just on Friday evenings and for the odd weekend. So that is why I asked you to come and live with me. I loved you so much I wanted to share my life with you. I wanted you all to myself."
"You used the past tense there, Trev, loved. Is it past?"
"No, not really. But it's changed."
"How?"
"I've been thinking more and more about it. I think if you now said that you wanted to come and live here with me, I'd be very worried."
"Why?" asked Bob.
"I've realised just how much you care for your wife, and even more how much you love and care for your kids. If you came to live here you'd always be concerned about them. I think you'd always wonder if you'd done the right thing. I thing you'd have a guilty conscience."
There was a silence.
"Maybe," said Bob softly.
"And I think that I'd always feel guilty that I'd pulled you away from your family. That I was responsible for breaking up a happy home."
"So you want to break up what we've got by clearing off to the other side of the earth?" There was a note of anger in Bob's voice.
"Bob, whatever happens I know that these months together have been good. I have no regrets. But I come back to my original question where are we going? I love being with you, but it's only a part of you. Being with you is like being in a big room, but you cannot go into, or even see into half the room. All the time I'm conscious of that other half. The half that consists of your home in Thorpe Bay, your wife and your family. Yes; I know you've shown me photographs of your house, and your family. But I've never been to your home. I've never met any of your family. I don't even know your home telephone number. You met Isaac when he was back here on a visit, you've met Greg and Mark several times. I know they are not family, they're friends. I've never met any of your friends. On our weekends we dare not even go to a concert or the theatre in town in case we run into somebody from Thorpe Bay, or a business acquaintance of yours. Yes, I know your body - very well." Trevor grinned. "But I don't know the context of the rest of your life."
Bob looked at Trevor sadly. "I'm sorry. I'd no idea that you felt anything like that. I think I can understand something of what you are saying."
There was a silence between them, before Bob continued. "You knew Fergus' family. Even with Paul, though that is not a sexual relationship, it is all in the open with him. You know his family, where he lives and so on. -- Isaac had no family until Joseph appeared on the scene. Your first love, Harry, you knew his family. I'm sorry." Bob looked across at Trevor with a sad smile on his face.
That Friday was the first and only time they did not go upstairs. They continued to talk about their relationship. Trevor told Bob more about the possible job in New Zealand.
"Is this to be the last Friday?" asked Bob sadly.
"What do you want? The job is not definite."
"After all our talking if we went upstairs next Friday it would be different. Things will never be the same whether you go out to New Zealand or not."
Trevor reached across and held Bob's hand. "I know I've hurt you by saying what I've said, and deciding to apply for this job. To hurt you is the last thing I wanted to do. But I think it's important to be honest and open with each other." He squeezed Bob's hand.
"Thanks," said Bob fighting back the tears.
"I'd like you to come next Friday, if that is not too painful for you."
"Thanks Trev."
They both stood up, and hugged each other. Then Trevor took Bob in his car to Barkingside, so that he could catch the train back to his wife and family in Thorpe Bay.
In due time the post in New Zealand was advertised. Again late one evening Double O rang Trevor to tell him about it, but he had already seen it. He told her he was going to apply.
Trevor applied. He told Bob what he had done, and promised to keep him informed of what was happening. There was quite a long interval when nothing seemed to happen. Trevor rang Double O to ask if she had heard anything. She told him she had written a glowing reference a few weeks before. Trevor was almost giving up hope when he received a letter summoning him for an interview at the New Zealand High Commission.
He was interviewed one hot August day and offered the job. He accepted there and then. The wheels began to be set in motion for him to fly out to New Zealand in the New Year. Trevor decided that he would travel via Israel, so that he could be with Isaac on his fiftieth birthday. He consulted with Isaac about the house in Leytonstone, and they decided not to sell, but to let it.
On the evening of his interview and acceptance of the job Trevor walked round to Gloria's house to break her the news.
Gloria came to the door and opened it for him to come in. There was a loud squeal of delight from the kitchen, "Uncle Trevor!" Zach came running through and jumped up into Trevor's arms. They cuddled and kissed each other. Trevor carried the small boy through into the kitchen.
"Gloria, I've some news for you. I think it'll be sad news for you and Zach. It's good news for me, and sad news also because it is sad news for the two of you."
Gloria put her hand to her mouth and waited for Trevor to continue.
"I been given a job in New Zealand, and will be going out there about Christmas time."
Gloria looked at him with big sad eyes. "You goin' for ever, Trev?"
"No, not for ever. For at least three years, may be five."
"That's a long, long time."
"I know but I've got to come back. You see, there is a young man here who is very special to me, called Zach, short for Zachariah. I shall want to come back to see how he's getting on. He'll be a big boy then."
"I'm a big boy now," exclaimed Zach.
"I know, and you'll be even bigger then." Trevor ruffled the boy's hair, and remembered how much he liked Isaac doing that to him when he was young. But Zach was much younger than Trevor had been when he first met Isaac.
"Can I come with you to Zealand?" asked Zach.
"No, I'm afraid not, though I wish you could."
"Will you bath me now?" said Zach, changing the subject as abruptly as only a child can.
The bed time ritual was performed. Trevor bathed Zach, soaping him all over, and the squeezing out the flannel over the boys head so that it trickled down, washing off the soap. Then he read to Zach two stories, the second one an extra treat. They gave each other a hug and a goodnight kiss.
"He's going to miss you," said Gloria when he went back into the kitchen. She handed Trevor a cup of coffee. "And I'm going to miss you too."
"So am I," said Trevor, "Both of you."
The two of them sat at the kitchen table, and Trevor told her about the job.
"Will you come back with a New Zealand wife?"
"I don't think so. No," said Trevor.
"I thought so." Gloria looked Trevor firmly and kindly in the eye. "You would'ave made a good husband and father. Shame!"
"I'd `ave liked to have had a son like Zach. He's great!"
"He'll miss you. You've been a good influence on him."
"Even if I stay out there for five years, he'll only be nine when I get back. I don't want us to lose contact. The two of you are special."
Gloria and Trevor sat opposite each other, looking sadly and fondly into each other's eyes.
"I shall return," said Trevor.
The relationship with Bob was more painful. Trevor felt slightly guilty about going off to New Zealand and leaving Bob. Again it was very much a matter of that familiar conflict between thinking and feeling. The thinking part of Trevor knew he was doing the right thing, but the feeling part left him with that guilt feeling. He decided to show his gratitude to Bob for the good times of their relationship.
"All set for half term as usual?" asked Trevor towards the end of September.
"As usual the last weekend in October."
"Have you got a passport?" asked Trevor.
"Yes. Why?"
"Make sure you have it with you that Friday night. I am going to take you away, for a dirty weekend!" added Trevor.
"That sounds fun. Where?"
Trevor tapped the side of his nose. "Surprise!"
Trevor and Bob arranged to get away mid afternoon. They met at Victoria, and were soon on the boat train for Dover. They crossed the Channel, and arrived in Paris very late that Friday evening. A taxi took them to their hotel in the Boulevard Haussmann?
"I have stayed here before," said Trevor. "So you can say I've spied out the land. I know it will be okay."
They had eaten on the train, so it was soon a matter of bed. They were so familiar with each other that there were no preliminaries on this occasion.
Once the bathroom necessities had been seen to they were into bed.
"I have just realised I don't have any French money," said Bob.
"You don't need any, it is all my treat. I can give you some pocket money if you wish."
They laughed, and snuggled up close. They kissed, one hardening cock pressed against another, and the two completed their strengthening in unison. Hands stroked buttocks, and fingers explored between. They each knew exactly what aroused the other.
Bob rolled onto his front. "I want you inside me, Trev. I want you to do me hard."
Trevor reached out and got the familiar small jar of Vaseline. He lubricated himself. He began by kissing the nape of Bob's neck, and with a mixture of tongue work and kisses he made his way down until he was kissing Bob's buttocks and in between.
"Oh, Trev!" groaned Bob with pleasure.
Trevor placed the tip of his cock and began to press. Bob wriggled slightly, and Trevor's cock began to slide in. He took it slowly, so that for Bob Trevor's cock seemed of great length. He lay on Bob's back and kissed his neck.
"Thanks, Bob, for everything."
"I shall miss you Trev. Where will I find another accomplished lover like you."
"You will, I am sure. There are plenty of other men like us around. Things are beginning to get easier. Sooner or later someone will take the bull by the horns, and get a bill through parliament."
"Someone brave enough!"
"Yes, but I reckon that it will require government backing when it actually comes to it. The government usually has to provide time for a private member's bill to get through."
Trevor sucked on one of Bob's ear lobes, and began to move his cock in and out. He was not long. He felt his balls contract and draw up. The tension mounted. At the last moment he went rigid, and then his cock pulsed, and his spunk jetted out deep into Bob.
Trevor lay for several minutes panting and exhausted on top of Bob.
"That was lovely," said Bob. "I'll do the same to you in the morning."
Very soon they were both asleep.
Trevor woke in the morning with the pleasant feeling of Bob's semi-hard cock pressing between his buttocks. Trevor could tell from the sound of breathing that Bob was still asleep. He wriggled his buttocks to work Bob's cock further in.
Bob's breathing changed in rhythm. He stirred and woke. His hand came over and stretched down to find Trevor's cock.
"You awake?" whispered Bob.
"Yes, and waiting for your cock to get in, it has been hanging around outside me for ages."
There was a little adjusting of position from both of them, and Bob's cock made its entrance. Trevor found it a little painful at first, but he did not want to break apart to lubricate them both. They lay side by side closer than a couple of spoons on a table.
"You can keep it there all the morning if you wish," said Trevor.
"I don't think I can manage the whole of the morning," said Bob. "I want to see something of Paris. Remember, I haven't been here since I came on a school trip ages ago."
"Did you do this on your school trip?"
"No way."
"Hold old were you?"
"Seventeen."
"I bet you were a sexy young chap!"
Bob laughed. "Maybe." He began to push his cock in and out of Trevor.
"That's wonderful. Take it slowly, very slowly."
Bob controlled himself well. He knew he was in control of the situation. He managed to bring them both to a simultaneous climax.
They held the position. Trevor felt Bob's cock go flaccid inside him, and then as it became smaller it slipped finally from him.
Trevor turned to face Bob. "Thanks Bob."
"Thank you."
They kissed and held each other close.
Later that afternoon they stood close together at the top of the Eiffel Tower. Though it was a grey autumn day they had a clear view of the nearer parts of Paris.
Bob turned and spoke quietly to Trevor. "I've been thinking, Trev. I know you've got a lot on before you leave for Israel and then on to New Zealand. This trip to Paris is special. As we have got to part I think we should make this our last time together. Finish on a high, as it were."
Trevor looked at Bob. "I didn't plan this with that in mind, Bob."
"I know you didn't. What do you think?"
"I think you may well be right."
"So it'll be goodbye on Victoria Station?"
Trevor nodded. "I'm afraid so."
The rest of their stay in Paris was made up of sex, sight seeing, and stuffing with food; with a little sleeping thrown in.
On their final night together before departure for London Trevor did some thinking. He was sad to be saying goodbye to Bob. He had been a good and faithful friend, but he did not feel the oncoming desolation he had felt when Kundi returned home to Nigeria.
Their love making was prolonged and tender. Many words of gratitude for their times together were expressed by both of them.
Though they sat side by side on the trains, and on the boat across the Channel they said very little to each other. Both looked back over the previous couple of years, and both thought about the future. Trevor was looking forward to being with Isaac for his fiftieth birthday, and wondered what New Zealand would hold for him.
They arrived at Victoria. They walked up the platform together, and in the concourse they put their cases down. They looked at each other.
"So this is it," said Trevor.
"Yes. Thanks Trev, for everything." Bob's eyes were moist. "I hope all goes well with you. Keep me posted."
"Thanks Bob. I hope all goes well for you. And you know, - that you find someone special."
"You too."
They said goodbye and shook hands. They were. after all, British and any showing of affection or emotion in a public place would be unseemly. [Footnote 1]
As they made their different ways Trevor realised that though he knew the address of where Bob worked - Lloyds of London, but he did not know his home address, or home telephone number.
The few weeks between the weekend in Paris and his departure for Israel were a turmoil of activity with so much to be done, and saying farewell.
Paul and Liz insisted that Trevor came to visit them one weekend. He had a long talk with them both, during which he told them about Bob.
"I hope you find someone in New Zealand," said Paul, who was secretly relieved that the relationship with Bob was over. He was glad that Trevor had not been involved in the break up of a marriage, regardless of how difficult and painful that marriage might be.
Trevor did his godparental duty of bathing his namesake, and reading a bedtime story. He ran into difficulties when young Trevor asked his godfather to say prayers with him. He called out for help for that one, and Lizzie came to the rescue.
Trevor had to make difficult decisions as to what to take to New Zealand and what to leave behind. He looked at the Spitfire, and the photos that were now to be found alongside it. Should he take them or leave them? He decided they should go in the tea chest that was being sent out to New Zealand by sea and which should arrive in Auckland about the same time as himself. It felt all wrong not to have those familiar items with him.
The final goodbye was to Gloria and Zach. It was the evening before he left. Gloria said she would cook him a meal, which they would eat together when Zach was in bed.
The bed going routine with Zach was followed with much laughter and splashing. Two bedtime stories were read. And eventually Zach settled down for the night.
"He will be much older and bigger when I next see him," said Trevor. "I wonder if he'll remember me."
"Oh, he'll remember you. I shall make sure of that."
"I shall try to write to you regularly."
"I'll try to write back, but I'm not much of a letter writer."
"Don't worry about that. Just the occasional line to let me know all's well with you both."
They ate their meal. Gloria told Trevor about her childhood. He told her about his.
"I realised you'd had a strange childhood. Isaac isn't what you call a usual sort of guardian for bringing up a small boy. But I'd no idea it was like that. Though I knew you liked men rather than women. But you're a good man Mr Trevor. You've been good to both Zach and me."
"Would you work for me again, Gloria?"
"Anytime."
When the time came for Trevor to go, he went into Zach's bedroom and giving the sleeping boy a kiss on his forehead. His eyes were moist when he came out of the bedroom. "You know, Gloria, I love that son of yours."
"I know, and he love you too."
At the front door Trevor said "Goodbye," and put his arms round Gloria and gave her a kiss. "Thanks for everything."
As he was going through the front door he stopped suddenly. "I know I've left you both your Christmas presents, but here's a little something to help you celebrate."
He thrust an envelope into Gloria's hand.
"You shouldn't `ave." said Gloria to Trevor's back as he walked away.
Inside there was a generous sum of money.
The next day Trevor flew out to Tel Aviv in Israel. He had just over five weeks with Isaac. He wanted to be there for Isaac's fiftieth birthday, and it was not worth going back to London, and he did not have to be in New Zealand until early in January.
Isaac met Trevor at the airport. They gave each other a hug, and were soon on their way to Isaac's apartment. Trevor thought that the years were beginning to tell on Isaac. Though his complexion was now bronzed and not the pasty colour of his London days, his hair was much greyer and his face more wrinkled.
There was much catching up to do. Isaac took Trevor out to dinner, and they sat and talked at length over their meal.
They strolled back to Isaac's apartment.
"Not like the old days, Trev?"
"What do you mean."
"When we'd been parted for a while the first thing we used to do was to get to bed for a good session."
Trevor laughed. "And what makes you think that I don't want to get you into bed. Age may well have improved your love making. You might even begin to like sucking my cock."
Isaac pulled Trevor close to him. "From the first time I did it, back in Leytonstone, you know I've enjoyed doing that. I only hope your cock hasn't shrunk with age, or all the sucking it's had from Bob."
"No, Isaac, my dear faithful, wonderful, good, kind and generous Isaac, it is as eager for you to do that as ever."
"I might even have improved now I've got some false teeth."
"You are getting ancient, Isaac," said Trevor with a completely straight face.
"You're as cheeky as ever. I didn't put you over my knee enough when you were younger."
"No you were too busy sucking my cock, or forcing me to do things with yours!"
Isaac laughed. "I don't seem to remember much forcing. Any regrets?"
"None at all. Any with you?"
"Yes, lots. I regret taking that waif and stray in and giving him a home.
He's cost me a fortune, gave me years of worry. You can see that by the way I'm going grey, as well as wearing me out by his insatiable sexual demands."
Trevor laughed and whispered in Isaac's ear. "Then I'll have to make it all up to you while I'm here, won't I?"
They arrived at Isaac's apartment.
"Let's have a shower together," said Trevor. The shower was small, but they managed. Trevor soaped Isaac down, and refused to let Isaac do it to him. "No, this is part of making up all the trouble and grief I caused you in London."
Isaac pulled Trevor close, and hugged him. "I love you, Trev. I don't think I'll ever stop loving you."
"I know I'll never cease loving you. I am so thankful that Bill sent me round to you and for being your birthday present."
"Who'd `ave thought we would be loving each other like this twenty years later?"
"I know. And thanks for everything. Now get out of the shower, I'm going to dry you, and show you just how much you mean to me. Just a first instalment tonight."
They knew each other so well; almost automatically they were doing to each other what was needed to give pleasure. Their love making was long and gentle, and completely satisfying to both.
Isaac's nephew Joseph had organised the fiftieth birthday party. Trevor was a close second to Isaac at the centre of attention as most of the guests had heard about the English boy Isaac had adopted but few of them had met him. There was an abundance of food, much music, dancing and laughter. It was a wonderful celebration that went on into the early hours of the morning.
Isaac showed Trevor as much of the land as he could. Jerusalem was divided, and neither of them could go into the old part of the city as it was in those days still a part of Jordan. Isaac, as an Israeli Jew would never have been allowed in, Trevor could have gone from Jordan into Israel, but not from Israel into Jordan with a passport with an Israeli stamp in it.
They slept together, enjoyed each other, and of course talked and argued together as much as ever. Their discussions were conducted in their familiar mixture of English, German and French. Sometimes Isaac started speaking in Hebrew and Trevor had to point out that that was a language he did not know.
The days of his stay in Israel flew by and all too soon the time came for Trevor to depart for New Zealand. This was not straightforward, as no plane from Israel was allowed to land in an Arab or Moslem country. Trevor had to fly west to Athens before resuming his eastward journey.
Footnote:-
- I was amused to read recently that in the 17th Century continentals were surprised at the way Englishmen showed affection for each other in public. Of two bishops at the opening of the Hampton Court Conference in 1604 that led to the Authorised/King James Version of the Bible:- "They had known each other since they were boys, they had been at Oxford together; as Jacobean England was an expressive culture (strait-laced continentals remarked on how often and warmly the English kissed) the two men would certainly have embraced." Adam Nicholson, Power and Glory. How things changed, but they are improving!
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