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Two Jubilees and One Spitfire.
Resume:- Trevor and Ross have down to Buckinghamshire.
Part 41.
Trevor and Ross soon established a new routine. Trevor's life was different in that he now went to work by car, and not on the tube. Ross' life was the same as at Leytonstone, he wrote in the mornings from the time Trevor left until midday. Then he had an hour of what he called office work. During the afternoon he would do things about the cottage,
or as the weather warmed in the garden. Trevor would ring when he was setting off for home from the University, so that Ross had a meal ready. Often they both worked for an hour or so in the evening.
Paul and Lizzie Driffield's son Trevor, was just two years younger than Zach. When our Trevor was around he was usually called Young Trevor', Trevor D.', Trevor 2', or various combinations using the word godson'. Trevor D. was now at Eton. The Driffield finances had managed to continue that part of the family tradition. Those acquainted with the geography of the Home Counties will know that Eton is not very far from Potter's End, certainly much closer than Leytonstone.
Paul had stayed with Trevor and Ross in Leytonstone several times a year, and once or twice a year he brought young Trevor with him. It was now possible for him to go to Potter's End when he had an exeat from college. In all his visits to Leytonstone he had never met Zach.
Then one Sunday afternoon young Trevor had an exeat from Eton and it was one of the weekends when Zach was there. Trevor went off to collect his godson, and Zach was stripped to the waist working hard with Ross, who was also stripped to the waist, clearing some of the brambles and overgrown shrubs from what was supposed to be the orchard.
Trevor and Ross had pondered together as to how the smooth young man from the upper echelons of English society would get on with the illegitimate immigrant youth with the cockney accent.
When the car, with the two Trevors in it, pulled up outside Russell's, young Trevor leapt out, and ran round the back of the cottage because he had been told Ross was working there.
"Hi Ross, where are you?" he called. He pulled up sharply when he came suddenly face to face with the half naked West Indian young man. He quickly collected himself. "Hello."
"Hi, you must be ver other Trevor, I'm Zach, short for Zachariah."
They eyed each other. Zach knew exactly who young Trevor was;
but young Trevor was for a moment at a disadvantage. His godfather now appeared on the scene, and came to the rescue.
Introductions were made. Ross came over and after the initial greetings the work he and Zach were doing was inspected.
"Ross says the wind is in the right direction and we can have a bonfire." said Zach.
"Can I help?" said the young Trevor.
"Yes," said his godfather, "But I think you ought not to go back to Eton stinking of a bonfire. Let's see what we can fit you up with."
"E's about my size," said Zach. "I've got some spare clean shorts and a spare shirt."
"Happy with that?" asked his godfather.
Young Trevor nodded.
"Come on ven," said Zach. The two of them ran off to get young Trevor changed.
They were soon back in the garden. Young Trevor had decided not to wear the offered shirt.
Young Trevor was a young man who was at ease in almost any situation. He had the assurance and self confidence that a Preparatory and Public School education provides, and he was also a vicar's son. His father, Paul Driffield, had spent all his ministry in deprived inner city areas in industrial West Yorkshire. He was used to meeting all types of people, from down-and-outs knocking on the door asking for money,
to respectable members of the Mother's Union wanting the Church key so that they could `do the flowers'.
For the next three quarters of an hour they sawed, hacked, and cut, clearing an area in the orchard so that it was possible to see the trunks of the fruit trees.
"I think we'll get that bonfire going," said Ross.
There was already a huge pile of stuff to be burned from work that had been done the previous couple of weeks. The fire was soon lit, and a blaze started. The pall of smoke stretched away from the houses of Potter's End to disperse over the fields. Zach and young Trevor were in their element tending to the fire. Ross enjoyed watching them both while Trevor went into the cottage to prepare a meal.
Two smut covered young men, reeking of smoke, made their way into the cottage, and Ross was not much better.
"All three of you need a shower before sitting down to a meal," said Trevor.
Ross made his way to the shower in the bathroom he usually used. "You two can use the other shower."
Ross was first to come down into the kitchen. "Do you think your godson's safe?"
"What with Zach?"
"They did get on well. What better way to seal their relationship than with a little sexual fun in the shower."
Trevor laughed. "If my godson is anything like his father, he will only do what he is happy to do."
The two youngsters joined them with cries of just how hungry they were.
A couple of hours later Trevor was driving his godson back to Eton.
"Zach's fun isn't he, Uncle?"
"Yes, great fun. You enjoyed that bonfire."
"Haven't had a good one like that since Granddad Driffield and the gardener had one years ago. Is Zach like you and Ross?"
Trevor paused for a moment before answering. "In what way?"
"Gay?"
Trevor had never discussed his sexuality with his young namesake, though he had never hidden it. Ross and Trevor had been open about sleeping together when young Trevor had stayed at Leytonstone, and whenever they had stayed with Paul in Yorkshire Lizzie had always placed them in the spare bedroom with a double bed. He thought for the briefest moment, as he knew his answer would `out' Zach to Trevor, and that was something he did not like doing.
"Would it make any difference if he was?"
"No, of course, not. I've always accepted you and Ross. Dad told me that the two of you love each other like he and Mum love each other. Dad said that a lot in the Church were dead against it, but he wasn't. He asked me not to spread that round, but I guess it's all right with you."
"Yes. Your Dad has known all about me since we were at Cambridge together. But why do you think young Zach may be the same?"
"When we were having a shower I noticed that he kept looking a lot at my cock."
"Did you mind?"
"No. I know I've got a bigger one than most of the boys of my age. I see them in the showers at school." There was a note of pride in young Trevor's voice.
"Did Zach try anything on with you?"
"No, just looking. `A cat may look at a king.' I must confess, Uncle Trev, it got a little hard when he did."
His godfather laughed. "Are you tossing yourself off yet."
"Of course!" came the withering reply.
"You're a normal boy, then?"
Young Trevor laughed. "There's a lot of it at college. Uncle Trev, can I ask you a very personal question?"
Trevor wondered what was coming now. "Yes, though I reserve the right not to answer."
"Have....did you and Dad ever?"
Trevor breathed a sigh of relief. "That's easy to answer. No, not ever, not even once." He paused before continuing.
"In the early days of our friendship I hoped. I never made a first move, because I did not want to endanger the friendship. I have never made love to your father like I have made love to Ross, but with the limitations of never having lived together, I love him as much as I love Ross. I've never told your father that I would've liked to, so that must be strictly between the two of us. Your Dad has been the very best of friends to me. I could not wish for a better."
"He says the same about you. He thinks very highly of you."
"Can I ask you a personal question?"
Young Trevor gave a very hesitant reply. "Yes."
"Were you attracted to young Zach in the shower?"
"A little. Seeing his body bare and all wet. But I thought I'd wait until I can do it with a girl I love."
"You're a chip off the old block; you're just like your Dad!
You're a good lad."
"But Zach? He is like you and Ross. isn't he?"
Trevor with some slight reluctance nodded.
"Zach's got a big one hasn't he?"
"Yes." said Trevor without thinking.
"You've seen it then."
"I used to bath him like I used to bath you."
"But you've seen it since he's grown up?"
"Yes."
"Have you seen it hard?"
"What is this, the inquisition?"
"Have you?" persisted young Trevor.
Trevor nodded again.
"Have you gone all the way, and made love?"
"Yes. Does that worry you?"
"No. I'm glad in a way. I liked Zach, as I like you and Ross. To know that you have...together, seems somehow to make it good."
"I'm glad you think so. If you spread that around into certain ears that could land me in prison."
"I know how to keep secrets. That's something Dad has taught me. You can't help knowing all sorts of things when you're a vicar's son."
"And your Dad knows."
"I shan't tell him I know. I never thought I'd talk to you like this."
"Well, we are moving on from an adult-child relationship, to an adult-adult one. I'm your godfather, Trev, and in my book that means that I'm there for you. Anytime you want to talk feel free. And I do not report back to your Dad."
"Thanks, Uncle Trev."
"And you'd make a bloody good barrister!"
Meanwhile back at the cottage another conversation was taking place. Zach was helping Ross to clear away the debris of the meal.
"So what did you think of young Trev?" asked Ross.
"I liked im. E's a bit of a toff, and speaks posh, all frightfully frightfully." Those last two words were spoken in Zach's best imitation of a Public School accent.
"That comes from money, breeding and Eton."
"I liked im. It were fun wiv ver bonfire. E joined in, not at all stuck up. And `e's got a big cock."
"How do you know that?"
"I saw it in ver bathroom when we went to `ave a shower."
"Did you shower together?"
"No. But we took our clothes off in ver bathroom. I got a good look."
"Did you try anything on with him?"
"I knew `e weren't interested."
"How did you know that?"
"I could tell within five minutes of him coming. Could just tell."
"Trev and I wondered if your sexual desires would lead to you making a pass at him."
"Knew it were a waste of time. But it would've been fun to `ave tried."
"You'd have liked to get your hands on his cock then."
"Yea. But only if `e were willing."
They finished doing what had to be done, and went to sit of the sofa in the sitting room. Zach snuggled up to Ross, and Ross put an arm round Zach. That was how Trevor found them when he got back from Eton.
"That's a pleasant scene. I wondered if you two would be in bed together."
"No way," said Zach. "You two are together, it wouldn't be right for me to have fun with just one of you."
"But you had a time with me when I got back from New Zealand,"
said Ross.
"I know, but just once, to even vings up a bit."
Trevor and Ross looked at each other. "Shall we tell him?" said Trevor.
"Tell me what?"
Trevor sat down alongside Zach. "When we came back from New Zealand, and you and Ross had got together, or rather you had seduced Ross, we talked about you at length. We decided two things. If either of us had a love session with you we would tell the other one. And we would keep a count, and neither of us was to get more than two ahead of the other one."
"But," interrupted Ross, "you never tried to with either of us when we were alone. You were quick off the mark down here with us both. We've both enjoyed that very much. For some reason, Zach, which neither of us can understand, we both love you very much."
"I know ver exact reason," said Zach confidently. "In fact a number of reasons. One, you like my big cock. Two and three, you like my balls. Four, you love my bum and especially when I let either of you get your cock up it. Five,
you like my vick West Indian lips, especially when they are parted and you get some part of your body between them. Finally you just love me for my cheerful `appy self, vat brings some fun and laughter into ver lives of you two old men."
Trevor and Ross laughed. "Conceited monkey," said Ross. "What size hats do you take?"
"Let's see if he's right," said Trevor. "Let's have a good look at this cock he thinks is so special." Trevor unzipped Zach's flies and pulled out a rapidly hardening cock. "I don't see what so special about it, do you?"
"It is not as long as yours," said Ross.
"Or as thick as yours." added Trevor.
"I wonder it can produce semen yet?"
"It all depends on his testicles, let's have a look at them."
Trevor extracted Zach's testicles. "One's slightly bigger than the other."
"What? shouted Zach
"That's as it should be." The fingers of four hands examined every part of Zach's cock and balls.
Zach was giggling helplessly while all this was going on.
"He also said we liked his gluteus maximus. We'd better look at them," said Ross.
"What's that?" cried Zach.
"Your bum, dear boy, your bum," said Trevor.
Trevor and Ross debagged Zach, and then decided to complete the job. Zach ended up naked lying face down across the laps of Trevor and Ross.
While Zach giggled they discussed every part of his anatomy. He was turned over several times. Eventually Trevor and Ross looked at each other. They nodded slightly. Ross bent down and started kissing Zach deeply. Trevor bent down and proceeded to suck Zach's cock as well as he could. Zach did not last long before Trevor received a mouthful of tasty Zach spunk.
When they had recovered Zach broke the silence. "I love being wiv you two. I can be myself. I don't ave to watch what I say. I can get a ard on over a man and nobody minds. If I got a ard on because of a guy at work there'd be ell to pay."
"I know," said Trevor. "I've got some lovely sexy male students. I have to be so careful."
"I'm just about ready for bed," yawned Ross.
"Same here. But Zach, I forgot, I've got a confession to make to you, Zach. Young Trevor, knows you're gay. He's like a lawyer; he wormed it out of me."
"I don't mind," said Zach. "I like `im."
Zach as usual went up to bed first, and Trevor and Ross were alone downstairs for several minutes.
"Would you've minded if you had found me in bed with Zach earlier?" asked Ross.
"No, not at all. From what he said this evening, and what he's said all along I think he likes us both. I don't think he'd ever come between us."
"Except when he's in our bed!"
They laughed.
"I'm off to Germany for ten days in a few weeks. If Zach wants to come and stay with you that's fine by me."
"And when I go down under towards the end of the year, the same.
When they went upstairs into the bedroom Zach was lying in the middle of the bed with a broad grin on his face. They stood at the foot of the bed and with a serious expression on their faces looked down on him.
"We've made a decision about you," said Trevor.
"A very serious decision. We hope you won't be upset."
A look of concern came on Zach's face.
"In a few week's time Trevor is off to Germany for ten days," said Ross, "He says you can come down and sleep in his place."
"Later in the year Ross is going to New Zealand. He says you can come and keep his side of the bed warm for me."
Zach laughed, and lept out of the bed, completely naked and sporting a very stiff cock. He put his arms round both of them, and hugged them close. "Thanks. I have a problem, I don't know which one of you I love the most."
Trevor enjoyed his work at Reading University. He enjoyed lecturing, and dealing with the students. Early on in the autumn term he had all the freshers out to the cottage for a Sunday afternoon and evening. He continued to write learned books that the experts appreciated even if the uninitiated could barely understand. He was frequently asked to go to the continent to lecture or take part in seminars. This was encouraged by the University authorities. The increased ease of flying meant that he was rarely away for very long. Also Potter's End was the right side of London for Heathrow. He also found renewed contacts with the Board of Trade, and higher echelons of City life often wanted to hear what he had to say about developments in the economic life of the U.K. and the rest of Europe.
Ross continued to write his books. Sometimes he would go off to some exotic place for background in one of his books. Each year he was able to afford a visit back home to New Zealand, every other year Trevor went out to join him for part of the time.
Isaac came back to England every other year, always in the summer. No more the damp cold of an English winter for him, though it was pointed out to him that Jerusalem could have a fall of snow, and did receive more rain each year than Southend-on-Sea on the Essex coast. In answer to such remarks he would smile and point out that he lived in Tel Aviv. He would meet up with a few of his old work colleagues for a lunch in the City, though there seemed to be fewer of them present each year. In December 1983 he celebrated his seventieth birthday. Trevor and Ross flew out for a belated celebration once the Unversity term was over. Isaac's hair was now white, though as thick as ever. He had become more bent with the passage of years. He was no longer the upright striding figure in the photograph on the chest of drawers in the bedroom at Russell's. Trevor and Isaac still wrote to each other every week. Trevor hid nothing from Isaac. Their love for each other was as great as ever, though there was no longer any physical sexual element in it. They still argued,
and it got quite lively when Ross joined in. Trevor and Isaac still flitted around with the language they spoke to each other - moving seamlessly from English to French, on to German and then back to English again.
The friendship with Paul was as strong as ever. Paul was on the General Synod of the Church of England, and had to come to London regularly. When Trevor moved to Buckinghamshie it was slightly more inconvenient to get up to London, but Ross insisted that he would always meet Paul at High Wycombe station, and run him there whatever the hour. This meant there was a catching up on news. Once or twice a year Trevor and Ross went north for a weekend to stay with Lizzie, Paul and the family.
While young Trevor remained at Eton he came out to Potter's End whenever he had an exeat. In the first year or so Zach always tried to get out there at the same time. There was an interesting and good friendship between the slightly older young man with the West Indian background and the suave young scholar from Eton. But when young Trevor finished at Eton, much to his father's and godfather's disgust, he elected to go to the other place, Oxford. There he read Greats. But this meant that in term time he remained not too far from Potter's End. Though University life was far too busy for visits in term time, he often paid a visit before term started or when it finished and sometimes both. Paul said that his eldest son was much brighter than he was and would go far.
The friendship with Fergus eventually levelled out at the Christmas letter and card. Fergus remained in the steady relationship with his male nurse. As things became easier and more open with the passage of time they were able to live together openly.
It was late, just gone 11.00pm, one dreary November evening the phone rang. Trevor answered the phone.
It was Zach. "I vink I may have met someone," said the excited voice.
"What happened?"
"I was working in my usual way around the store. When I saw vis guy looking me. Not just a casual glance, but a definite look. I looked away. When I looked back he were still looking at me. I looked him over. He looked about my age, and looked nice so I gave him a smile. He straight way looked away. Then a few minutes later we came face to face. Enjoy working here?' he asked. It's alright,' I replied. We stood looking at each other. I vink we both wanted to say something and didn't know what to say."
"Not like you to be lost for words," muttered Trevor.
" I don't remember seeing you in ere before,' I said. No I don't live down here. I live in Birmingham.' That's a long way,' I said. I'm down here visiting my Gran. I come down for a few days three or four times a year.' Where does she live?' I asked. He gave the road, `Vat's just round the corner from me.' I was then called away to do something.
"And?"
"When I knocked off work there e was hanging around outside. It's all old folk at Gran's, aunts and uncles, and boring' e said, Can we go for a drink?' Wot now?' I asked. Yea, now.' I can't go for a drink now, as Mum will be expecting me and'll ave a meal waiting.' Later then.' Yea, that'd be fine.' So we arranged to meet up. So an hour later we met on the street corner and went to `ave a drink."
"Where did you go?"
"I suggested the Owl and Pussycat, so we went there."
"Nice and quiet in the back room." commented Trevor.
"Exactly. We got into one of the dark corners."
Trevor chuckled.
"And we sat close and talked. It were easy talking to `im. His name is Adam. He's slightly taller than me. His Mum is English and his Dad is from Jamaica. We talked a lot. Then our hands sort of met on the bench."
There was another chuckle from Trevor.
"We looked at each other. Wot we both thought was correct. We talked a bit more, only this time about some of ver vings we'd done. You know sex vings. Know anywhere we can go?' Adam asked. So I took im round the back of Marks and Sparks, as I know that. We had a cuddle and kiss, and tossed each other off. It were nice, I like `im."
"Pity he lives in Birmingham."
"I know. E's down ere for another three days. I asked im to come for a meal tomorrow evening. I thought it'd be alright wiv Mum. It was. So I'm looking forward to tomorrow evening. Sorry to ring you so late, I ope you weren't in bed and I didn't interrupt you and Ross you know..."
"We were just about to go up to bed, so you didn't interrupt. Thanks for letting us know. Give me a ring when you can. Any time up to half eleven, we've got the phone by the bed. Give our love to your Mum."
"Will do!"
Trevor reported the conversation to Ross. "Our Zach thinks he may have found a friend."
"Good! Let's hope so."
It was five and twenty to twelve when the phone rang the next evening. Trevor and Ross were in bed.
Trevor answered. "Well? How did it go?"
"Great! Just great! Mum said that if she liked Adam she would go out and visit a friend after ver meal and leave us to it. Mum and Adam got on like a ouse on fire. Soon as the meal were over she said she'd leave us to do ver washing up and she'd go off to her friends. I'll be back about eleven,' she said. She had no sooner shut the front door and we were in each other's arms. Five minutes later we were in my bedroom stripping each other off. E's got a lovely body. Lighter colour than mine. That's is English Mum. Got a wonderrul cock. We `ad a lovely time."
"Can I be nosey, Zach, and ask how far?"
Zach laughed. "Of course you can ask. You two are special. We got to stage two. We agreed to see if we still wanted to be friends after he'd gone back to Birmingham before we went any further. When Mum came back we was doing the washing up. You ain't been washing up the whole evening ave you?' wiv a broad grin all over her face. We was both a bit embarassed. You both look appy, and that's the main thing,' she said. Adam's coming for a meal tomorrow, but the next day `e's got to to go back to Birmingham. Can I come down on Saturday for the night, so I can tell you all about it."
"Of course, you can, Zach. See you then. We're in bed, and Ross heard all you said."
"Sorry to interrupt you."
Ross laughed. "We olduns don't make love every night the moment we get into bed. Only when you're around."
There was a laugh from the other end of the line.
It was nine o'clock on Saturday evening when they heard the noise of Zach's motorbike. They went to the door. He got off the bike, his face split open with the broadest of triumphant smiles. He removed his helmet and came into the cottage.
The main subject of conversation that weekend was Adam. All the events of the previous few days were narrated in great and intimate detail several times. Trevor and Ross smiled at each other and listened
"I hope you don't mind but I told Adam about both of you," said Zach when they were all in bed. "I `ad to when telling my story. You two are so important."
"That's alright. Is Adam happy with you being with us?" asked Ross.
"Yes. He's got a friend in Birmingham. They are able to get together every ten days or so. I said it's alright wiv me if he continues to see his friend. He's going to tell the friend all about me. In fact he wants me to go up and stay for a weekend. He'll have to square it wiv this friend, as I'll ave to stay with him. Adam's parents don't know about him. He's Dad is very against gays. Says they all ought to be put in clink. I do ope I'll be able to go. I vink I'll go by train, even though it costs a lot. I don't vink I'd want to go all that way on my motorbike vis time of year." So Zach chatted on.
That night they just cuddled and eventually drifted off to sleep. Zach in the morning was first awake. He extracted himself from the middle of the bed, and made the morning tea.
The three of them then enjoyed each other to the full.
Zach's friendship with Adam progressed. Trevor and Ross were informed of each and every development. They began to see less of Zach as he was going up to Birmingham whenever he could. It was not a satisfactory arrangement, as Adam's friend, with whom Zach had to stay, demanded what he called his droits de seigneur, the right to `sleep' with Zach. The friend was considerate in that he left Adam and Zach alone in his flat for as long as possible, but at night Adam was expected to be at home or Dad would ask questions.
Then one weekend in the late summer of 1979 Zach went down to Potter's End for a couple of nights. There was something obviously on his mind. He waited until he was alone with Trevor.
"Uncle Trev?" That form of address was now very rarely used,
and usually on occasions of great fun or seriousness. This was definitely one of the latter. "Adam and I have been thinking and making some plans."
Trevor was all attention.
"We want to live together."
"Good idea."
"We want to go into business together, but we need some help."
"What business?"
"Window cleaning. We've asked around a bit, and there are a number of places where window cleaners are needed." There was a pause. "We need some money to get started. It would take us an age to save up enough to buy a small van, and ladders and vings. Would you lend us some money?"
"Lending money to friends is often a quick way to lose friends. I'll have to think carefully. But let me ask you a few questions."
Zach underwent a lengthy interrogation. Adam and Zach reckoned they had enough money to pay rent on a small place of their own. But they needed to purchase the necessary equipment, and be able to keep life and soul together until there was sufficient income from the business. How long that might be was discussed at some length, and the answer was a bit - `how long is a piece of string?'. Trevor was impressed at Zach's answers, and it was obvious that he and Adam had done some serious thinking about the whole enterprise. Some questions from Trevor led to questions from Zach about setting up a small business. He knew little about banking, the problems of cash flow, accruing capital and the importance of keeping records.
After two and a half hours which left Zach feeling exhausted, Trevor came to his decision. "Zach, I have decided. I will lend you £1000. That should be more than enough to buy a second hand van, ladders and so on, pay the first month's rent, and keep the two of you alive until you can live on your income. I will not charge you any interest, but I expect you to pay me back as soon as you can without endangering what you are doing. I also expect to see your books at least at two monthly intervals. And I am available to help you with any advice."
Zach flung his arms round Trevor. "You're better than any Dad."
"I am trusting the two of you. Pay me back, and if I can help later in developing your business I will." Trevor reached into his pocket and withdrew his wallet. He extracted two five pound notes. "This is a gift. Open a bank account so you have somewhere to place the larger sum when you ask for it."
A month later Adam joined Zach for a couple of nights at Potter's End They slept in the double bed in the other large room. It was the first time they had been able to spend the night together. The look on their faces in the morning showed that it had been a highly satisfactory night.
"We got to Stage Three last night," whispered Zach in Trevor's ear when they were alone together.
Three weeks later Zach asked for the loan. Once a week Zach phoned to give a report how things were going. Slowly they gained customers.
At the end of the first month Trevor received a letter from Zach with a £5 note enclosed. "I am sorry this is all we can afford to pay back. Hope it will be more next month."
Each month Zach and Adam repaid a part of the loan. Never again was it as small as for that first month, slowly the average of the amounts repaid grew. Slowly the loan was repaid. Every two months Zach and Adam came down to Potter's End. Trevor inspected the books and gave advice where necessary. He was pleased to note that not only were they setting a priority in repaying him, they were also trying set aside some capital, `for a rainy day'.
The final repayment was made at the end of October 1981. Adam and Zach had invited themselves for the weekend. They arrived from Birmingham late in the afternoon, as they had been working during the morning.
Trevor always took the two of them into his room at the far end of the cottage. "For our talk," as Zach called it. "For our business conference," was Trevor's name for it.
"Things are changing, Trev," said Zach.
"In what way?"
"We're being asked to do all sort of other vings, not just cleaning windows," answered Zach.
"Several times we've been asked to clean out gutters," said Adam.
"A couple of old ladies in one road have asked us to take things to the dump," added Zach.
"I hope you charged," said Trevor.
Zach looked slightly embarassed. "We've charged for cleaning the gutters, but wiv the old ladies we hadn't the `eart to charge."
"But they insisted on tipping us, and gave us far more than we'd `ave asked," added Adam.
Trevor laughed. "Do you see your business branching out into other things? Business people call it diversifying. It is reckoned good business practice."
"Yea. The window cleaning remains the core business, and brings in most money, but if people ask us to do something we can do, then we'll do it."
"Several people have asked if we know anyone who can paint their house, or do some work inside, painting and wall papering." said Zach.
"So we've enrolled at night school to learn."
"But if we are to do vese other vings we'll need to employ someone to do the window cleaning."
"That's when business life gets complicated and difficult," said Trevor. "Many businesses get into problems at that point. It is one of the most difficult hurdles in the growth of any business."
They talked the issue over for a while.
Zach reached into his pocket and pulled out an envelope. "Vis is for you, Trev."
Trevor opened it, and pulled out a cheque for £75.
"Our final repayment," said Adam.
"Well done, you two. You're doing well. Go and tell Ross to put some champagne on ice. This is a good reason to celebrate. I'll just cast an eye over the books."
They all enjoyed the celebratory meal.
Later that evening when they had all gone upstairs to bed, Trevor and Ross had just got into bed when there was a knock on the door connecting with the other large bedroom. They looked at each other, with a slightly puzzled expression on both of their faces.
"Come in," said Ross.
The door opened and two faces appeared. "We're frightened," said two giggling childish voices in unison.
Trevor and Ross laughed. "You've tried that one before," said Trevor, "And look at what happened."
"We know," answered Zach. "And we want it to happen again, - with both of us."
Adam and Zach came into the bedroom and stood at the bottom of the bed looking down on Ross and Trevor. They were both stark naked, and both cocks were slightly hardened. They stood there, arms round each other's waist, one dark brown and the other a much lighter shade.
"They're certainly two sexy young men, aren't they?" said Ross.
"Who has the nicest cock, do you think?" asked Trevor.
"Don't know. Both look nice. How can you tell?"
"Oh easy, suck it and see,"
"Which one will you take first?"
"I'll take Adam, I haven't tasted him before," said Trevor.
Adam came and stood close to Trevor, his cock rapidly hardening. Zach went and stood by Ross. Trevor swung himself out off the bed and sat on the edge. He pulled Adam closer to him, and touched the now fully erect cock.
"This one's got a nice long cock, and a good pair of goolies," said Trevor.
"I think this one is getting worn away with too much action," teased Ross.
Trevor applied his lips, tongue and mouth to Adam, who was soon groaning with pleasure.
"Zach said you were an expert when it come to sucking cock," said Adam.
"And you've got one of the best," said Trevor briefly.
After giving Zach and Adam good sucks each, the four got into the bed. There was a lot of kissing, and cuddling. Hands got into all sorts of places, and no one really knew whose hand was doing what.
"I'm glad we've done that," said Zach, during one of the short breaks in the action. "It makes it fair. I feel such a part of you two. You're the two Dads of my life. Now you're in the same relationship to the love of my life - Adam here."
"But, dear Zach," said Ross, "You'll just have to watch while Trev and I initiate Adam fully into our special family circle."
"How you going to do that?" said Zach and Adam simultaneaously. One with a note of anticipation in his voice, the other with a note of apprehension.
"We've got to put our spunk into him. Like we put our spunk into you a few years ago. Which end do you want, Trev, top or bottom end?"
Trevor lay on his back and directed Adam to get on all fours and suck him off. Ross came up behind and began to lubricate Adam's arse-hole so he could screw him doggie fashion.
Adam had enough experience to hold off when Trevor was approaching his climax, and Ross was doing the same at the other end.
Zach wandered round the bedroom, watching from every angle, and kept on with a running commentary and wishing he had a camera. He was obviously enjoying it, as his cock was jutting out long, large and proud in front of him.
Eventually the climax was reached, and the three collapsed on the bed getting their breath.
"Now we've got to deal with the watcher, and his running commentary," said Trevor springing from the bed. But Zach was quick. He slipped out of Trevor's grasp and fled out of the room. The other two got the idea and all three went to followed. The house was in total darkness except for the light in Trevor and Ross' bedroom. It became a game of hide and seek.
Zach hid behind the sofa in the lounge. The other three had no idea where he had gone. There was an initial search following the way Zach had gone, through the downstairs and up the other stairs back into the main bedroom. When the three got there they had a conference. Trevor would go one way and Ross and Adam the other. The house was in total darkness except for the light in that one room. The search had to be made by feel and sound. Trevor being alone searched more quickly than the other two, because they kept touching each other, and that was an excuse for some hugs and kisses.
It was Trevor who discovered Zach. His hand reached round the sofa and discovered an ankle. He promptly got round behind the sofa, and lay close to Zach. One hand reached over to hold Zach's cock, and he pressed his own into Zach's buttocks. They lay there, barely moving, just enjoying being close together. They could heard the occasional noise of a piece of furniture being knocked into, and the occasional giggle as they groped each other.
Ross was the next to discover the two behind the sofa. He joined them. Adam soon guessed where they all were, and shouted out "Got you," when he touched an arm.
There was a great deal of laughter. Ross said it was an excuse for another drink.
"That reminds me of a game some of the kids at home used to play. Fuck chase. A group of boys and a group of girls. The girls hid separately and when a boy found a girl he went with her. I don't think there was any real fucking, but perhaps placing of cocks next to fannies. Part of growing up, I suppose."
"Did you play," asked Adam.
"Once or twice."
They enjoyed their drinks.
"I think our bed is too small for four of us to sleep in.
So what's it to be, Ross. The two of us in our bed, or do we take one each?"
"Take one each," said Zach. He and Adam proceeded to prance around in what they thought were erotic poses.
"Let's toss for it," said Ross, when he had stopped laughing at the antics of the younger two. He knew where there was a coin. "Heads you have Zach, tails you have Adam."
"Okay," replied Trevor.
The coin was tossed and came down heads. Trevor and Zach made their way into the main bedroom while Adam and Ross went up the other stairs to the visitors bedroom.
That night started a game that they often played when the four of them were together. It was the way they worked out who was to sleep with whom. There was just one rule, Trevor and Ross were not to end up together. When they found each other the game had to be started again. Sometimes this went on for some time.
That evening made Adam every bit a part of the Russell's family as was Zach.
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