Who Am I

Who Am I By Adam Stewart

My name is Morgan and I was born and raised in Cardiff in Wales. I have a brother called Dylan who's just one year older and we are very close. I love my mother who's always been very supportive throughout my life and I know she loves me too.

The fly in the ointment was my father. He took every opportunity to beat me for no particular reason. I hated him and from what I could tell he hated me. Why, I had no idea, at least not for many years until the truth came out one day. What disturbed me most was that he treated my brother differently. Okay, he had his fair share of beatings but they were generally because of something he'd done wrong. When my father was not working as a labourer at a local factory he was either in the pub drinking or shagging some woman or other. Even so, he made up for our infrequent time together whenever he did see me.

To keep out of the house I joined the local Cub Scout pack as soon as I was older enough to do so. I loved the life and I particularly enjoyed being with other boys. Even at the tender age of eight I knew I was different to most boys and enjoyed male company far more than playing with girls so the life suited me well. In particular I enjoyed camping and sleeping in tents with other boys and by the time I was old enough to do so I joined a Scout troop.

At age fourteen I transferred to the Explorer Scouts and became a young leader at age sixteen. As an Explorer we were encouraged to lead ourselves and decide the programme and direction of the unit with support and guidance from a leader. What I really enjoyed was that my patrol consisted of six guys and we all got on with each other extremely well. It was as an Explorer that I had my first sexual experience at the age of sixteen although I'd played around with other boys before then. I knew I was gay but kept it to myself since I knew my father would not approve and at that time I wasn't sure my mum would either. The only person who knew was Dylan and he promised to keep it to himself. One day when we were alone he asked me point blank whether I was gay since he knew I didn't' have a girlfriend. He'd lost his virginity at the age of fifteen with his then girlfriend and always had girls running around him. I couldn't blame them because he was a very attractive guy.

The guy I first had sex with was a fellow Explorer Scout called Bryn and we did it whilst away on a camping trip. We were fairly sure the other guys knew we were both gay but nobody said anything or seemed to care. One evening, whilst the other four went looking for girls we stayed behind and had wonderful sex in every way possible.

At school on the other hand I was frequently bullied since I was perceived as being gay. Young boys seem to have an innate ability to know who is gay and most schools appear to do little to stop the bullying.

Fortunately I was able to look after myself and if any pupil caused me grief I soon gave them a lesson they'd not forget even though it got me in trouble sometimes if I was over zealous and thumped someone too hard. On one particular occasion I had two bullies to deal with but still managed to see both off with a bloody nose. All three of us were marched into the headmaster's office to explain ourselves. Having told him the two had bullied me because of my perceived sexuality both boys were given a lecture on equality. The following morning he gave the whole school a lecture on difference and how wrong it was to discriminate on the grounds of race, religion or sexuality. Things improved for a while but it didn't last.

Even so I did well at school and was particularly good at science. I thoroughly enjoyed the subject and decided I wanted to do something in the field of science when I grew up. I continued with my patrol of Explorer Scouts until I was eighteen at which time I became an adult Patrol Leader having completed the necessary training modules. My father gave me no support and told me it was a waste of time but my mother supported me all the way and Dylan was very proud of me.

By this time my parents had divorced and my father had gone off with another woman although she only lasted for a while and left him once she realised what he was like. My family lived on the outskirts of Cardiff in an area where everyone seemed to know everyone else so it soon became public knowledge what he'd done although Dylan and I were more than happy to see the back of him as was mum. The only problem was that he lived with the other woman in the next street so I frequently met him, more often than not coming out of the local boozer pissed out of his mind. I tried to avoid him but he delighted in yelling across the road at me so I had to help him home. At least the beating had stopped since I was now bigger than him but his tongue made up for it. I'd learnt how to ignore his remarks despite the venom he spat out at me but often I wanted to beat him to a pulp.

I passed all my GCSE exams with flying colours and continued with my A levels with particular emphasis on science subjects. Having obtained top grades I applied to Cardiff University for a degree in Science. Mum and Dylan screamed with joy when I'd obtained a place. I was the first person ever in our family to go to university. Even so, my father said I was wasting my time and would fail.

I told him "If you think I'm going to end up as a miserable bastard like you in a dead end job, you're a bigger idiot than I took you for; but thanks for your undying support as usual."

He tried to hit me but I was too quick for him and he was too drunk so he ended up in the gutter. I left him there and went on my way.

Since the university was so local to where I lived, I was not able to obtain accommodation on campus. As I didn't have sufficient money to pay for digs I continued living at home. It didn't bother me too much now that my father had left and Dylan had also left home by this time to explore his adulthood. He was now nineteen coming on twenty so wanted his freedom. From what he told me he got his end away almost every night with whichever girlfriend he was dating at the time. In that respect he was very similar to my father but that was the only similarity.

Once at university I threw myself into almost everything I could. I loved meeting new people so joined lots of clubs and discussion groups. It was at one of these that I met Tim. He was from Somerset and was studying English and history. He had blond hair which was even lighter than mine and like me had blue eyes. He was not only stunning to look at but had a lovely personality. He was the first guy with whom I really wanted to have a relationship. The problem was that he shared digs with two other guys who were very straight and Tim was diffident about taking me back to his room although we did on occasions when he knew the other two would be out for the evening.

He was the most gentle guy I'd come across and he loved fucking me. The first time he did so I hardly noticed his long slim organ making its entrance but once in I certainly enjoyed the feel of it. He knew precisely how to use his tool to maximum effect and hit every erotic spot possible inside me. When we could we had hours of sex together. Then one day one of his roommates came back earlier than expected because he'd had a row with the girl he was dating at the time. Tim froze but having not hidden my sexuality whilst with other guys, most of whom were straight, I told Tim I was sure his roommates would be okay.

In the end I had to exit his room and came face to face with the other guy. He grinned and then grinned at Tim.

"Yes, I was right" he laughed, "I thought you were gay".

He then shook my hand and patted Tim on the shoulder.

"No need to be so coy with us you know Tim; we don't mind who you shag."

He then turned to me "You're welcome to come round whenever you guys want to do it".

I laughed and pulled Tim into a hug telling him he needn't have worried. It was later I found out why he'd been so diffident about coming out. When he'd told his parents they'd reacted badly and said they never wanted to see him again. I felt so sorry for him so after that took him home to meet mum. As expected mum loved him and made him feel very welcome. I'd still not come out to her and felt it was time to do so.

After one such visit and Tim had left to go back to his digs, I sat down with mum.

"There's something I need to tell you mum."

She looked at me somewhat worried so having assured her I was well and fine she relaxed.

"Tim is gay and his parents reacted badly to the news and have told him they never want to see him again; hence the reason why I brought him home with me."

She immediately said how sad she was to hear that and how terrible it must be for a child to be banished from their parents. I agreed and decided now was the time to drop my bomb.

"There's something else I need to tell you" I started. She looked at me and smiled.

"I too am gay" I blurted out and waited for her response. She smiled again and took hold of my hands.

"I knew that years ago, hadn't you realised?"

"No but how?" I asked somewhat amazed.

"Mother's intuition; I could tell you were different from an early age so it's no surprise to me."

"And you don't mind?"

"Why should I; as long as you're happy that's all that matters to me. Whether your father will be of the same opinion is another matter but it's of no consequence now he's left us."

By now I had tears in my eyes and I hugged her tight.

"Why didn't you let on?"

"I felt it was something you had to sort out in your own head and I knew you'd tell me when you were ready to do so. Does Dylan know?" I nodded as the tears of joy poured down my face. It was such a relief to have it out in the open at last.

"I take it Tim is someone special in your life is he?" I nodded and told her more about him. She said he was always welcome to visit and stay over if he wanted to do so.

After that Tim did stay over quite often and he met Dylan on several occasions when he came round for lunch. Mum had even pushed together the two single beds that Dylan and I used to use in the bedroom we shared to make it into a double. When I saw that for the first time I laughed even though I felt my face go red once I'd realised what mum thought we'd be doing in it.

Since I was living at home I was still able to continue my duties as a Patrol Leader with my Explorer Scouts. I so enjoyed working with them, especially the seventeen year-olds, many of whom had gorgeous bodies which when at camp I had the pleasure of seeing in states of undress. I knew for a fact that one guy was gay since he'd spoken to me about his sexuality and how to deal with it. This prompted me to have a talk with the whole pack one day about difference and the importance of treating everyone as equals irrespective of their race, religion or sexuality. We had different races and religions over time and gays. The one who asked for my guidance was a Pakistani and he told me that if his father found out he'd be in deep trouble. I so wanted to tell him that I was gay but I'd made a rule that I would never discuss my own sexuality or become sexually or emotionally involved with one of my pack. My job was to guide them and that was what I did with great success according to my superior who was the district commissioner.

Having got everyone's attention I asked "Does anyone have issues with race, religion or sexuality?"

"You mean are any of us racist or homophobic" one very good looking guy asked.

"That and problems with different religions."

"Doesn't bother me what religion someone follows or what race he is" the guy continued as the others looked on clearly wondering what to say.

"What about the issue of sexuality?" I asked to press the point further.

"Yeah, that too; doesn't bother me if a guy prefers to fuck another guy although personally I prefer to get my dip stick inside a girl."

This caused the others to laugh but I noted several nods of agreement.

"So I won't see or hear any racist or homophobic remarks or any bullying on account of race, sexuality or religion?" I asked.

"No chief" they all replied.

For some reason they all called me chief which personally I preferred to sir so let it go. I noticed the guy who'd ask my advice look at me and smile. He was clearly relieved to hear that his fellow Explorers would accept him should the issue of his sexuality come out.

Several weeks after that talk, one of the other guys confessed to being gay. It was during a weekend camping trip I'd taken them on and the older guys said they wanted to go into the nearest village to see who they could pull. The guy concerned said he didn't want to go. The outspoken guy looked at him and the Pakistani lad.

"Okay, we'll leave you two guys to have fun whilst we're away" he grinned so from that point forward it was known that the troop contained two gays but everyone accepted the fact and never questioned my sexuality.

I returned to my own tent but once the other guys had left I saw the two gays go into their tent. It wasn't long before I heard groans and moans of pleasure coming from it. I couldn't resist creeping up to the tent and listening.

"Yeah, fuck my arse" I heard one guy say.

I involuntarily felt my own hardness and was so tempted to join them but held firm and returned to my own tent where I stripped off and wanked myself off to a satisfactory conclusion. It was times like this that I missed Tim and wished he was with me.

Life at university continued to get better. I met lots of guys, many of whom were gay and although I was still in a relationship of some sorts with Tim we both hooked up with other guys often having sex. On one occasion Tim and I were invited to a guy's party and when we arrived we found everyone was gay so once the drink flowed all kinds of things happened including most of us losing our clothes and having sex with whoever was willing. Two guys even put on a live sex show for us all to watch which caused a load of hard cocks to appear in no time.

Tim and I both knew that our relationship would not continue beyond college. We liked each other and enjoyed each other's company and the sex of course but there was no love between us so we enjoyed life to the full whilst we could.

After two years he completed his course and left to start work. He needed the money since his parents had cut him off financially. We kept in contact for a while but gradually our friendship waned and we eventually went our separate ways.

During my third year I met another guy. He was from Jamaica and had the most beautiful body. Since his parents were not in the UK I invited him to join me for Christmas with mum. Dylan by this time was in a serious relationship and he eventually married the girl and had two kids much to mum's delight since she knew I'd never produce any grandchildren.

Tony was studying economics and when we first set eyes on each other he made a beeline for me. I liked him immediately and we were soon at his digs having sex. He had the most gorgeous black cock which was twice as thick as Tim's but I loved the feel of it inside me. He also loved being fucked by my equally thick cock so we were both happy. He had short cropped hair and beautiful brown eyes which made my heart melt whenever I looked into them.

Mum also liked Tony and made him feel very welcome. We stayed with her for the whole Christmas holiday and each night had wonderful sex trying to keep the noise down so that mum didn't hear. Fortunately her bedroom was at the front of the house and ours was at the back but even so we almost gagged each other as we fucked. I really liked Tony but again it was not love in the true sense. We just loved each other's bodies and used them whenever we could.

The final year of my course seemed to fly by and I was soon bogged down with revision for the final exams. I loved chemistry and enjoyed both theory and practical so never minded studying. It certainly paid off because I achieved a first class honours degree. Tony was certain he'd done well in his exams but we both had to wait for the final results. Since neither of us had jobs lined up because that depended so much on our results, I invited Tony to stay with me and mum until they came through. In the meantime we obtained temporary work in an office to pay for our keep.

When the final results came through and we both realised we'd achieved a first class honours we both jumped up and down with glee. Mum joined in and immediately called Dylan to give him the news.

"I'm really proud of you. What are you going to do now?"

I'd already made my mind up what I wanted to do if I achieved my degree so I replied "Teaching; I want to teach science to secondary kids".

"That's brilliant; you'll make a fantastic teacher"

That evening Tom and I took mum out for a slap-up meal and onto a smart bar. She'd done so much for me over the years and I wanted to give her a treat. Tom was also very grateful for how welcome she'd made him so was happy to chip in.

Now we had our results we spent the next few days informing the potential employers we'd sent CVs to advising them of our results. We'd both identified possibilities and had made preliminary enquiries so we were now able to seek proper employment. Within a few days Tom had been made an offer which he accepted. It was a financial company in London and to be honest I was envious because I too dreamt of moving there even though it meant moving away from mum but she told me to follow my dream.

Two weeks after Tom and I had said an emotional farewell to each other I received a job offer from a private grammar school for boys in Wimbledon. I'd attended a gruelling interview in front of the headmaster and the governors but was sure I'd done well. I was now almost twenty two and about to start a new life and career. I couldn't wait. That evening I went to the local pub and met up with friends for a drink. I was on top of the world. My only regret was telling my troop of Explorer Scouts that I was leaving them. I knew they'd not be happy but my career had to come first.

Having had a great evening I made my way home albeit well oiled from drink although I was not drunk since I knew my limits. As I passed the bar my father always frequented I made sure I walked past on the other side of the road but yet again he staggered out of the door just as I went by.

"Are you a fucking queer?" he yelled in a drunken state.

Two other guys stopped and looked at me to see who he was talking to. I decided I had no option but to cross the road and go to him, if for no other reason than to stop his ranting. He smelt of stale beer and as usual he was unsteady on his feet. For the moment he calmed down so I walked him home. When we arrived he fumbled for his key and I helped him open the door. He'd lived on his on now for three years since no woman would put up with his behaviour. The house was a tip but I ignored it. He slumped down on the nearest chair and shouted "Get me a beer".

"You've had enough" I shouted.

"Don't tell me what I can and can't do in my own fucking house, you poof, I saw you the other day with that black fucker."

My blood boiled and I let rip. I remembered taking hold of Tom's hand as we walked home from a bar one night. My father must have seen us.

"What if I am gay; you've never shown any concern for me all my life or an ounce of love towards me you drunken bastard."

"Why should I" he shouted as he tried to get up but fell back into his chair again.

"Because I'm your son, mores the pity"

"What makes you think that?"

For a moment I was stunned since I had no idea what he was talking about. He then told me he was not my father because mum had an affair with a guy next door before I was born. I was speechless since I was certain mum would have told me. I questioned him and he kept saying that he came home on several occasions to find mum sitting with the guy from next door. Suddenly everything fell into place and I realised that was why he'd hated me all my life but I was certain he was wrong and I was his son even though I'd have been more than happy not to be.

By this time I'd sat down on the sofa and as I got up I realised I had bits of his hair on my coat sleeve. He'd always had thick hair which was now grey; I'd witnessed him pulling it out in clumps when he was drunk and I noticed some of this hair had the follicles on the end. I went to brush it off and then stopped myself. My knowledge of science suddenly came into my head. I knew his hair would prove one way or another whether I was his son so I gathered together as much as I could from the chair. Since he was so drunk he had no idea what I was doing.

I got up and left without saying anything. When I got home, mum could see I was upset so sat me down. I told her what my father had said and she gasped.

"The man is lying through his teeth. He knew very well that the guy concerned was suffering from cancer and I was consoling him. He was also having marital problems due to the pressure his health was putting on his wife. I never ever had a relationship with him. To be honest, your father put me off men for life. I can assure you Morgan that he is your father. Do you believe me?"

I wasn't sure what I believed but I told her I did believe her and that I'd prove it. I went to my room and searched the internet. I soon found what I was looking for and ordered a DNA home testing pack. The supplier guaranteed delivery within twenty four hours and a result within five days of receiving the samples to be tested. The next day I called Dylan to tell him what father had said.

"He's a lying bastard, you know that Morgan; of course your his son; mum would never lie about something like that." I told him I knew that but it had still unnerved me and explained why he'd never loved me. "The guy is mental; I'm really sorry Morgan."

I told him what I was going to do and he agreed it was worth doing. He even offered to join in the testing but I said to wait and see what it came up with. I knew that DNA testing wasn't one hundred percent reliable, especially from hair but it would give me some idea.

"I can't understand why mum ever married him; do you think they were ever in love?" Dylan said nothing for a moment and I was about to repeat what I'd said.

"Do you not know why they married?"

"No, do you?"

He then told me that my father met mum one night and had got her pregnant when he'd been drinking. When she found she was expecting a child her parents, who were very religious, told her she had to marry him.

"Her parents contacted him and said he had to marry her so they did and I was born some seven months later."

For a moment I was stunned. Again everything fell into place and I realised why my parents had never shown any love for each other. It also explained mum's comment about my father putting her off men for life. I'd asked her why she continued living with him and she said she had no intention of letting him off his duty to provide for two boys and a wife so she'd refused to leave him. it wasn't until she knew both Dylan and I were able to stand on our own two feet that she agreed to a divorce.

A day later the pack arrived so I followed the instructions implicitly, producing my own samples and including the clumps of hair I'd collected from my father. I went to the post office and sent the package by priority mail so it would get to the testing company the next day. I now had to wait for the result. I was due to start my new life and career in Wimbledon in ten days so there wasn't much time but I used it to pack my things for the big move.

I'd purchased a second-hand VW Golf since I'd learnt to drive some while before. I decided having a car would be useful despite the cost of running it. The guy at the local garage who I knew well since his son was one of my Explorer pack members, gave me a good deal so I managed to get a decent car for a price I could afford.

I'd also found somewhere to live. I knew rental costs in London were high and finding good accommodation was not easy but the registrar at the school I was to work at put me in contact with two guys who were looking for someone to rent a room in their house. I had a feeling the registrar might be gay since the two guys clearly were. They were both in their early thirties and delightful guys. Simon was a tall slim guy and towered over me and Anton his partner was Danish. As soon as I met them I knew I'd like them and when I saw the room they were renting out I was convinced I wanted to have it.

It was a Victorian house and they lived on the ground floor. Once through the front door and inside the hallway, there was another door that led into their flat and stairs that led up to what would be mine. At the top there was another door that led into a bedsit. They'd joined two smaller bedrooms to make one large one across the back of the house so at one end there was a small kitchen with basic cooking facilities, which suited me since I didn't plan on doing loads of cooking. At the other there was a double bed and in the bay window there was a small table with four chairs and a small sofa. What had been the original bathroom had been included so it meant I had a reasonable sized bathroom, albeit now installed with a shower cubicle and the usual facilities.

I told them it was perfect and when I heard the rent I was even more delighted since it seemed a good price from what I'd seen advertised for other places. The only other room upstairs was a small room at the front of the house which Simon said they occasionally used for guests but it was mainly used as a storeroom.

The front garden had been paved over to provide off street parking for two cars so my little Golf would fit in perfectly. I took photos of what would be my living quarters for mum to see since I knew she'd want to know where I was living. When she saw them she was delighted. I think she thought I was going to be living in a hovel somewhere! The best bit was that it was only a ten minute walk from the school so I didn't even need my car for work each day unless it was pissing down with rain.

As promised, the result of the DNA test came back within the five days. I looked at the envelope for several minutes wondering whether I wanted to know the result.

"You won't know unless you open it" mum laughed which made me rip it open and read the accompanying letter.

It included all the usual get out clauses saying that such tests were not infallible but I skipped over those to the second page which included the result. It said the result obtained from the samples I'd provided showed there was a 99.99 percent possibility that I was my father's son. It was good enough for me and I exhaled a big sigh of relief. I passed the letter over to mum and I could tell she too was relieved.

"I want you to know mum that I never doubted what you'd said but I wanted to do this so I can rub his face in it to make him realise how nasty and vindictive he's been all these years."

"I know love and I don't blame you."

I hugged her and felt tears running down my face; quite why I was crying I had no idea but I'd been so uptight since that night when he'd lied to me that this was a big relief, even though it meant I was the son of this bastard. All I now had to do was confront my father and give him the news.

Knowing he always went to the pub immediately after work I decided to confront him at the bar in front of his cronies. I wanted to shame him as much as I could since I was soon to be leaving the area for good, apart from the occasional visits back to see mum. I told mum my plan and she giggled.

"Yes, I like that; go for it boy."

So, once I was sure he'd be in the bar and had several pints inside him, I strode along to find him. Sure enough he was slouched at the bar swigging a pint of beer.

"What the fuck do you want?" he growled.

"To give you this" I replied and slapped a copy of the DNA report on the bar.

"What the fuck is that?"

"It's a DNA test" I said in a loud voice so that the other guys in the bar could hear, "and it shows that despite your lies about who fathered me, you are my father, mores the pity. So the disgusting way you treated me whilst I grew up and the relentless beatings you gave me for no reason was all for nothing because I am your son; oh and by the way, despite you saying that going to university was a waste of time and I'd fail, I've in fact achieved a first class honours degree in chemistry and I now have a teaching job; and one last thing, yes I am gay and I'm proud of it."

By now the whole bar were listening and looking on. Having said my piece I turned and left, leaving him stunned. As I went I heard a guy saying "Good for you son; time someone put him in his place."

When I got home I poured myself a large drink and sat down with mum. Having told her what had happened she laughed her head off.

"Serves him right; I bet he's fuming" she laughed.

Before I went to bed that night I called Dylan and told him the result and how I'd confronted father in the bar. He was more than happy with the way things had turned out and wished me every success for the future.

"You will come back and see us won't you."

"Of course I will and you must come to London with Beth to see me."

"We will once the little one arrives" he giggled.

"That's great news; so I'm going to be an uncle."

"I'm afraid so and it looks as if it's a boy."

He explained they'd known for a while but were waiting for the final tests which had now come through so I passed him over to mum who was delighted she was going to be a grandmother.

Having finalised things with my father I felt totally happy at the thought of leaving my hometown and starting a new life. I knew in my heart that I'd never see him again, at least not if I could help it. In fact it was the last time I ever spoke to him.

After an emotional farewell with mum I left home with my car packed to the hilt with my personal belongings. I couldn't wait to get started in my new job and to meet my new group of Explorer scouts because my district commissionaire had spoken to the local guy in Wimbledon and given me a glowing reference. I think the new guy was expecting someone who could walk on water; I just hoped I didn't disappoint him.

My Cardiff troop were really sad when I told them but when I introduced my replacement they perked up. It was one of the lads I'd groomed and now he was eighteen he'd completed all the necessary tests to become a patrol leader. I was sure he'd do well since like me he loved the life and leading others.

The journey to Wimbledon was tedious but eventually I got there. Simon and Anton welcomed me and helped me unpack the car. I began to wonder if I'd brought too much stuff but eventually I had it all packed away in the large cupboards they'd installed at one end of the room.

"We were wondering if you'd like to join us this evening for a meal" Anton said as he plonked down the last box. For a moment I was stunned having not expected my landlord to do such a thing but as I was soon to find out they were far from being the normal kind of landlord.

"Yes thanks" I managed to reply.

"We just thought as it was your first night and probably tired after a long journey you'd not feel like cooking" Simon added with a mischievous grin.

"Yeah, great" I responded and suddenly realised he was flirting with me.

I certainly didn't complain because both guys were gorgeous. They told me to go down at seven thirty which gave me time to pack most of my stuff away and have a shower after a short rest. When I was ready I made my way down and knocked on their door. Anton opened it and invited me in. He was wearing a tight fitting T shirt and an equally tight pair of jeans that showed off his beautiful body to perfection emphasising the usual bulge at the front.

"Hi" Simon called from the kitchen and followed me and Anton into a large all through living room. I noticed everything was of top quality so they clearly had money.

"Wow, you look nice" Simon commented as he gave me a large glass of red wine.

His eyes roamed up and down my body as he did so. Had I not known they were partners I'd have definitely thought he was coming onto me. I soon realised that their relationship was far from monogamous and they both enjoyed playing around with other willing participants.

"So, have you left a guy in tears in Cardiff?" he asked once we'd sat down.

"Sadly not" I laughed.

"Oh that's good isn't it darling" he giggled looking at Anton.

"Certainly is; we shall have to introduce you to lots of sexy men you can take your pick from."

"I think first I need to settle into my new job" I laughed.

"Oh from what we've heard you're going to be a great success" Simon laughed, "The school can't wait to get a decent Science teacher; the last guy was useless".

Over our meal I found out they both worked in the City for a financial company which explained their wealth but they were nice guys and certainly didn't flaunt it. They quizzed me about my sex life whilst at college and having heard what they got up to my experiences were very mild.

"We love going to a gay sauna" Simon announced, "you must join us one evening".

Since I'd never been to one, although I had heard of them, I said I'd love to. We then talked about my scouting experience which fascinated them. Neither had ever joined the scouts so knew nothing about it.

"So you lead a pack of nubile young guys" Anton giggled, "lucky you, I bet some of them turn you on."

I didn't admit they often did, but said I always remained very professional when dealing with young guys, which I did and had to otherwise I'd soon be chucked out.

On the Monday morning I set off for my new job. I was feeling excited and nervous at the same time. Excited at the thought of starting a new career and nervous at the thought of having to deal with a bunch of teenagers as I'd be teaching fourteen to eighteen year-olds since I was to teach science at GCSE and A level. I'd studied the curriculum endlessly since finishing my degree course and prepared copious teaching notes to cover the first term. I'd used a lot of ideas and techniques from my own science teacher since he'd inspired me and always managed to maintain the interest of a bunch of teenagers whose hormones were all over the place. He'd strongly believed that every lesson should be fun as well as educational so he always included demonstrations as well as practical work to make life interesting. Some of his demonstrations were spectacular and I intended doing the same, especially since my predecessor had been somewhat useless from all accounts.

At the age of twenty two I was the youngest teacher in the school but all the other members of staff were very nice and extremely willing to help the new boy settle in. The headmaster was also very nice and I liked him a lot.

My first class was with a group of fifteen year-olds who were in the final GCSE year so I had a big task ahead of me. One advantage of teaching science is that the students have to come to you since all my classes took place in an extremely well equipped laboratory. As such I felt I was on home ground. I also had a lab technician called Robin. He was twenty four and had a lovely personality. As soon as we met I knew we'd get on. In fact I suspected that he too might be gay since he never talked about a wife or girlfriends. He worked with a permanent smile on his face and whenever I asked him to do something he always gave me the most wonderful smile. He wasn't what you'd call attractive but his personality made up for his somewhat plain physical attributes. Besides, we can't all be stunningly good looking!

The pupils were all male of course since it was an all male school which I found somewhat odd in this day and age but there was an equivalent school for girls down the road and from what I learned the pupils mixed whenever they could once away from school. At least those who were interested did since I was certain several boys were gay.

They filed in and sat down looking me over as they did so trying to decide whether I was going to be strict, a pushover or what. I smiled and asked each one to say who they were which broke the ice. As they did so I marked the register which I was required to do each day. Once that was done I introduced a game involving the periodic table. They loved it and I soon had their attention. Having checked what they'd covered so far I performed one of my demonstrations that encompassed things they'd already learned, or at least should have but soon realised the previous teacher really had been useless so I had a lot of re-teaching to do.

By the end of the class all twenty students were enthralled and when the bell sounded to indicate the end of lesson they all groaned not wanting it to do so.

"I've never seen pupils so attentive" Robin said after they'd left and we were waiting for the next lot to arrive. "I probably shouldn't say this but the last guy was useless and the pupils found him boring but what you've done in one lesson has reignited their interest. Well done."

"Thanks Robin, that's good to know; don't be afraid to make comments about what I do or anything you hear from pupils since the whole purpose is to make them interested so they do well."

Robin gave me one of his delightful grins and puffed out his chest; I had a feeling my predecessor took no notice of what he said so he felt left out. When I made my way home that evening I felt exhausted. It had been a challenging day but rewarding. As I walked in Anton met me and asked how the first day had gone which I thought was nice.

"Come and have a drink and tell us all about it."

I'd planned on going up to my room and chill out but didn't like to say no so I dumped my bag and followed him in. Simon was lazing in a chair looking as sexy as ever when I walked in and patted the seat beside him. I sat down and he leant over and gave me a kiss on the lips. The guy was coming on to me without doubt and I kept wondering whether I should let things proceed further. I liked both of them but I knew they were partners so nothing would come of it from my point of view but the question was whether or not I was desperate enough to be interested from a sexual point of view. He clearly was and from what I could see so was Anton.

I gave them a synopsis of my day and asked them about theirs and noticed that Simon's hand kept brushing up and down my leg as we talked. Anton was sitting in another chair and grinning so clearly didn't mind his partner's actions. By the time I'd finished my drink I had a raging hard-on and if I'd been in the mood I'd have soon let them strip me and have sex but I was tired and wanted to chill out on my own so I politely thanked them for the drink and made my way to my own quarters.

"Perhaps on Friday evening you'd like to come to the sauna with us" Simon added as I was about to leave. "We find it's a good way to relax and remove the stresses of the week" he grinned.

I said I'd like that which seemed to placate Simon. Once upstairs, I called mum since I knew she'd want to know how things had gone with my first day at work. Before calling her I'd stripped down to my briefs to relax so as I sat chatting I casually serviced my still hard cock. It was just as well that I wasn't using Skype!

Needless to say she was delighted and when I also told her how friendly my landlords were she was even more so, although I refrained from telling her they were trying to get inside my pants. The rest of the week seemed to go just as well and I was already receiving comments from other members of staff that my pupils were talking about the new science teacher and how interesting he made lessons.

"Looks as if you've won them over" one teacher told me, "They all used to moan about the last guy, hence why he got the boot."

I hadn't realised I'd replaced a dismissed colleague but I wasn't going to complain. So far I loved the job and the school so it suited me fine. By the end of each class I had the group eating out of my hand much to Robin's amusement since he'd told me which lads were the likely troublemakers. I'd always appreciated my teacher treating us as adults rather than schoolchildren so I did the same and it worked.

Simon had invited me to join them for a meal on the Friday evening before they took me to the gay sauna so once I'd had a shower I went down. As was usual each time I met them they gave me a kiss on the lips plus a big hug. This time Simon grabbed my bollocks and grinned.

"I hope this is in good working order"

"It was the last time I looked" I grinned.

"Great, we're looking forward to having some fun together."

Over our meal they told me what to expect since I'd never been to such an establishment. By the time we'd finished eating my cock was again rock hard which was very evident by the bulge inside my jeans.

"Fuck, you're big" Anton grinned and gave me a feel.

"Are you a top or a bottom?" Simon asked.

"Versatile"

"Brilliant because Anton loves being fucked and I love fucking so we're going to have a ball."

I hadn't had proper sex since moving, the last time being with Tony, which reminded me I must email him to see how his new job was going but at the moment my mind was on other things. The sauna they took me to was in Waterloo. It was open twenty four hours every day so I had a feeling I was in for a long session. Once we'd paid our entrance fee and undressed, Simon and Anton led me down to the main sauna area with a towel wrapped round our waist. I noticed several guys were walking round stark naked with a towel over their arm so clearly towels were not a requirement. They led me to the Jacuzzi first so we left our towels nearby and stepped down into the warm water.

"Mm, you've got a gorgeous body" Simon whispered once I was fully naked.

I looked at his and admired his lean form. His cock was already showing signs of interest, as was Anton's. He also had an equally nice body which made mine perk up. Once in the Jacuzzi they sat either side of me and their hands roamed my legs and my attributes beneath the water. Two guys opposite were doing the same and I could see two big hard cocks bobbing up and down. Suddenly Simon pulled me into a kiss which was very passionate. His tongue was soon inside my mouth so I joined in. Our tongues fought each other for a minute or so whilst Anton held my now hard cock and massaged it.

When Simon pulled away from the kiss, Anton took over. He had every intention of having his fair share so I decided to go along with what they wanted. When we felt we'd had enough soaking, we stepped out of the Jacuzzi. All three of us had raging erections which guys nearby clearly enjoyed. Simon then led us down another corridor to a steam room. All I could see was a mist of steam but once inside I saw stark naked guys sitting there with their towels round their necks. Two guys were on their knees sucking other guys off. As before, Simon and Anton sat beside me and ran their hands all over my naked body. After a while Simon knelt down and sucked my erection. I gasped as his hot mouth surrounded my tool. It felt wonderful and knew then that I'd be coming back to the sauna.

"How about we go to a cabin" Anton said after a while.

By this time my body was sweating like mad so I was more than happy to leave the steam room even though I'd enjoyed Simon's suck although I noticed he'd been careful not to bring me to a climax. We climbed the stairs to where the cabins were situated and as we made our way along I noticed one or two doors wide open and guys kneeling up on the bed with their arse in the air clearly inviting others to fuck them.

"If you're interested you just give those guys a fuck and once done leave them for the next" Simon grinned as we went by.

"So they've no idea who's fucking them" I commented.

"No, that's the fun of it if you're into being fucked endlessly" Anton explained.

We found an empty room and Anton locked the door. It was clear they wanted me to themselves. Porn was playing on a screen on the wall which added to the enjoyment. They told me to lay face down on the mattress and Simon straddled my legs. I then felt him pull my butt cheeks apart to open my hole. Suddenly I felt a lubricated finger pushing inside.

"Yeah, that's a beautiful arse; am going to enjoy giving that a good fuck" he groaned as he continued fingering me, first with one finger and then with two. I too was groaning with pleasure since he was hitting all the right spots.

"Yeah, fuck that arse" I moaned.

Anton was kneeling near my head and I could see him massaging his own erection. Once Simon had slipped his big long hard cock inside me, Anton moved forward so I could suck his cock. I then saw him sniffing a bottle of poppers. He offered it to me and I nodded so he held it in front of my nose. I didn't often use poppers but I always enjoyed the buzz it gave me even though it soon went. I took several long hard sniffs and suddenly my head was buzzing. Simon increased his pace and I could feel his thick cock filling me up. As he did so he groaned and moaned with pleasure. I licked and sucked Anton's hard cock which was thinner than Simon's but equally as nice.

How long this action went on for I don't know but suddenly I was conscious of Simon reaching his climax and Anton filling my mouth up with his lovely hot creamy cum. I so loved the taste of cum and his was particularly nice.

Once both were satisfied, Simon pulled out and we rested for a few moments but Anton was keen to be fucked by me so we changed places. Once he was face down, I straddled his legs and fingered his beautiful hole. My cock was now aching to get inside. Simon was kneeling beside Anton's head so he could suck his still hard cock. I slipped my thick organ into Anton and he groaned with pleasure.

"Yeah, that feels beautiful; give me a good long hard fuck" he groaned.

I did just that whilst I watched Simon being sucked off. We each took more sniffs of poppers so we were all on a high. I fucked and fucked until I felt my climax coming.

"Yeah let it come" Anton groaned having realised I was at that point of no return.

"That was beautiful" Simon grinned once we'd all relaxed again. "How about we go and shower, have a drink and come back for more."

Anton and I nodded so we made our way downstairs to the showers and then to the bar area. By now the place was buzzing with hot sexy guys and I felt I was in heaven. When we'd finished our drinks we went back upstairs to the cabins. I noticed the same two guys were still kneeling offering their butts for a good fuck.

"Come on, let's give this guy a good fuck" Simon grinned so we all three went in and watched each other give the guy a good stuffing. All he did was groan and moan as each cock fucked him so I assumed he enjoyed the action. We certainly did. Simon then led us into a public area which was empty.

"Let's give guys a show" Simon grinned.

He told me to lie down on my back and they lifted my legs up over my head to expose my hole. He knelt between my legs and plunged his stiff cock inside having prepared it with lube. Soon other guys were gathering round to watch the action. When Simon had finished, another guy took over. His cock was short and he fucked away enjoying the feel of my arse. Other guys then did the same with Anton and Simon making sure each one was suitably protected.

Anton then took my place and whilst I fucked him, Simon fucked me which caused even more interest. Once I'd finished and reached another climax, another guy took over and Simon fucked him until they'd both shot another load.

We spent several hours at the sauna with bouts of steam room action, fucking and drinking. By the time we left my arse was sore as was my head due to the amount of alcohol I'd consumed but I'd enjoyed my time immensely.

"Thanks guys, I really enjoyed that" I told them once we were home.

"So did we" Simon replied, "I hope we can do it again sometime".

"Yeah sure, I'd love to"

"And we don't have to go to the sauna you know if you're up for some fun" Anton grinned.

"Yeah, why not" I replied having decided that sex with my landlords was not such a bad idea after all.

We each kissed before making our way to bed. Once upstairs I stripped off and collapsed into my bed feeling really happy. I was so going to enjoy my new life although I knew I wanted to find someone special to share it with. Perhaps one day the man of my dreams would come along.

The next day I emailed Tony to see how he was getting on. He replied by return to say he was enjoying his job although he'd not been as fortunate as me when it came to finding accommodation. He was living in a bedsit in Bethnal Green which didn't sound anywhere near as nice as mine. We agreed to meet up in Soho after work on the following Friday evening. We'd have a bite to eat and then go onto a gay bar. He said he'd already checked some out so knew his way around.

On the Monday evening, I was to meet my new pack of Explorers. I'd met the district commissioner who seemed a miserable individual and much older than the guy in Cardiff. The pack of eight guys were a mixed bunch but once I'd sat down and got each one to say a bit about themselves, they settled down and we got on fine. From what I could tell they'd had several changes in leader over the past year or so because of guys moving on and having to give it up. I hoped I'd be able to provide some stability for them.

Over the next few weeks I got to know them better and we became a good team. One guy was openly gay which I found rather refreshing and the rest of the troop didn't seem to have any problems with that. As such the guy concerned tagged onto me; perhaps he recognised I too was gay although nothing was said.

The following Friday I met up with Tony and as soon as we saw each other we were in each other's arms kissing. He really was a lovely guy and I suddenly felt something for him but I think it was one sided since he talked about guys he'd met and was clearly not looking for a close relationship with me. However we enjoyed each other's company and on the Saturday he came to my place where I managed to produce a reasonable meal after which we ended up in bed. As before the sex was good and I really hoped something would come out of it but it was not to be since several months later he announced he'd met a guy who he'd fallen in love with. We remained good friends and still are to this day and I eventually met his boyfriend who I had to admit was gorgeous.

Life at school continued going well and somehow I managed to keep up with all that was required. At the end of the autumn half term the headmaster called me into his office. For a moment I was worried I'd not performed as required but in fact he wanted to congratulate me.

"I don't know what you're doing with these boys but they all clearly love science now; I've even had some come along to ask if they can join your classes."

I beamed at him since I was pleased to hear that news. I just hoped the exam results at the end of the year and the interim exams showed I'd done enough.

My personal life seemed to go up and down. Simon and Anton introduced me to several guys, one or two of whom I considered to be boyfriends whilst it lasted and we had good sex. I also went to the gay sauna fairly regularly, sometimes with them and sometimes alone. Interestingly I enjoyed it more when with them than when I had to find guys on my own. I was still looking for Mr Right but he was elusive it seemed so I threw myself more and more into work and the scouts. My troop apparently liked me very much because the district commissionaire called me one day to say he'd received glowing reports from them. Unlike my other district commissionaire, this one checked up on all his leaders, which was probably not a bad thing even though he was a miserable bugger.

Christmas arrived and it was time for me to go back home to spend it with mum. Dylan and Beth, plus their little one, joined us on Christmas Day so we all had a great time. I loved playing with my little nephew and he seemed to love his gay uncle.

Unfortunately the holiday was over all too soon and I had to drive back to Wimbledon and get stuck into work again. Fortunately I'd prepared my next term's teaching plan so I was ready for another term of hard work. Each night I'd walk home with a briefcase laden with homework to mark and sometimes I wondered if I was putting too much pressure on my flock but I knew unless they did the work they'd never get through their exams. They all seemed to take it in their stride, well apart from one lad who I could tell wasn't going to make the grade. I discussed it with his parents during an open evening but they were insistent that he should continue so he did. It was a shame really because from all accounts he was more suited to the arts but they thought they knew better. They'd soon realise the error of their ways but I'd done all I could to let them know my views so the lad would have to carve his own path in life in due course.

Just before the school packed up for the Easter break I had one lad ask to see me on a personal matter. He was good at science so I wondered what he wanted to talk about. I suggested he came to see me after school one day. When he arrived I could see he was upset about something and told him to sit down beside my desk so we could talk. For a moment he just looked at me clearly unsure how to start.

"Do you have a problem with your work?" I asked.

"No, as far as I can tell that's okay"

"It is, you're doing very well." This perked him up for a moment. "So what is it that's bothering you?"

He looked at me and then blurted out his problem saying he was struggling with his sexuality. "Have you spoken to your parents about this?"

"Fuck no" he exclaimed and then went red in the face. "Sorry sir but my parents are very religious and they believe that homosexuality is a sin; if they knew I was gay they'd hit the roof."

I wanted to take him up in my arms and console him but of course I couldn't. "I'm sorry to hear that; do you have anyone else in the family you can talk to?"

The lad said he didn't since he was an only child and had no uncles, aunts or grandparents. I felt so sorry for him and did my best to console him. "Do any of your friends know you're gay?"

He said he thought his best friend did but had to keep it quiet in case it got back to his parents. He then added that he was certain he too was gay so I suggested he confide in his best friend if he felt he could rely on him since at least he'd have someone to talk to. I also gave him details of a couple of LGBT organisations I knew who he could contact and get help if he needed.

"If you need to talk again please feel free to come and see me; in the meantime I'll keep our conversation confidential between ourselves."

He seemed relieved on hearing that and trotted off. Quite whether I'd done enough to help the poor lad I wasn't sure but I could imagine how he felt.

Life continued in much the same vein for the next five years. In that time I'd been asked if I wanted promotion but I loved my job as a teacher so declined. I also loved the school I was teaching at and although members of staff came and went the headmaster remained and always supported me and seemed to like me. My first set of students, apart from one, had passed their GCSE exams and the A level students had passed their exams with flying colours so everyone was happy. Other students flowed through my hands and did equally as well so the school soon became known for its high level of teaching in science.

I was also earning a good salary and could have afforded to move but I liked my small bedsit and I liked Simon and Anton who clearly liked me. Our sexual antics subsided but Simon never ceased flirting with me whenever I was with them, which was frequent since they insisted I join them for a meal every week. I did manage to take them out for a meal on a few occasions and let me pay so I felt I was returning the favour.

My sex life continued to go up and down, no pun intended! But the search for my dream man went on. Boyfriends came and went and at times I wondered whether I'd ever find a partner. Then one day, quite by chance, I met him.

I was sitting in a gay bar in Soho quietly having a drink when I noticed a gorgeous looking guy walk in. He scanned the bar and his eyes immediately fell on me. He smiled the most beautiful smile imaginable and my heart melted. I knew immediately he was the man I'd been looking for. Once he'd bought his drink he made his way over to me.

"Can I join you?" he asked indicating the one and only spare seat beside me.

I almost spluttered but managed to say he was welcome to do so. It didn't take long for us to be chatting away and within no time we were moving off to a nearby restaurant for a meal.

Gabriel was twenty seven, the same as me. He told me his parents were Argentinean but he was born in London. He had beautiful skin and everything about him was perfect. His parents had accepted his sexuality when he came out at the age of sixteen so he'd lived as an openly gay man for the past eleven years. I was surprised he hadn't been snapped up before now but it later transpired that he was very particular about the type of man he wanted to spend his life with.

Over the next few weeks we met regularly and went to bars and restaurants together but no sex took place. He made it very clear that he wanted to get to know a guy before he jumped into bed with them. It made me feel like a slut but I didn't tell him that. I just hoped he'd eventually decide I was the right guy for him since he was certainly my kind of guy.

Then one day after another very enjoyable time together he turned to face me and said "I love you Morgan, you're the guy I've been looking for all these years."

My heart stopped for a moment because I'd loved him from the outset. "I love you too" I replied and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"Do you really, do you really love me?"

"I do, I fell in love with you the moment we met. I too have been looking for Mr Right and as soon as I saw you I knew I'd found him."

Gabriel took me into his arms and we kissed some more. When we finished we both had tears of joy in our eyes. Things after that moved quickly and the next time we met he came back to my room and we made love. It was just beautiful and was the best sex ever. He was such a gentle guy and I loved him to bits. When I next met Simon and Anton they could see how happy I was.

"Ah, love is in the air me thinks" Simon grinned. I nodded and they wanted to know all about Gabriel.

From then on we spoke to each other every day and met up two or three times a week. He was a surveyor and lived and worked in Earls Court so was not that far from where I lived. Often he'd stay over and go from my place to his work. We both felt so happy and at every opportunity hugged and kissed each other. At last my life had come together and I'd found the man of my dreams. He too said the same thing so we were both on top of the world.

Sex was also perfect. As soon as we were together we were both hard and once we'd eaten we'd end up in bed well before it was time to settle down for the night. On one weekend early in our relationship we had almost continuous sex each taking it in turns to fuck each other since like me he was versatile; we'd shower, have a bite to eat or a coffee before going back on the bed for another session. Each one would commence with lots of petting, sucking and massaging before a cock ended up inside one another. Gabriel seemed to have the ability to hold back his climax until the end of our session, which usually lasted for an hour at a time. By the end of the day and it was time to settle down to sleep we were both exhausted but it was the most wonderful day I can remember.

Life at school continued to go well and I seemed to become a counsellor for several pupils who had one problem or another at home or with their sexuality. Although the school didn't talk about sexuality as such, it certainly wouldn't tolerate bullying due to the perceived sexual orientation of a particular student. On one particular day I could sense that one of my first year pupils was feeling depressed and I eventually got him to tell me what was going on. He told me that an older boy I'd heard about but who fortunately wasn't studying science, was bullying this young lad during break times. When I noticed cuts and bruises on him I asked him to stay behind.

I asked him how he'd obtained them and slowly it came out. Not knowing how to tackle such a situation I took him along to see the headmaster who immediately took action. The older boy was pulled into his office and disciplined. Not long afterwards he was expelled from the school for fighting which was very much frowned upon. I was pleased to see that the school took the matter seriously and from that moment onwards my pupil started to blossom and in the end did very well with his studies.

I had similar experiences with my Explorers. Not bullying as such but one particular lad who reckoned he was a cut above the others, would throw his weight around. Having witnessed it one day I dragged him to one side and gave him a dressing down which seemed to resolve the problem but what did come out was that he too was treated badly at home by his father which reminded me so much of my own situation when I was younger. From that moment onwards the lad looked upon me as his saviour and became a model scout. He told me one day that having someone else with whom he could talk things through helped him deal with his bullying father.

Gabriel seemed to spend more and more time with me and even Simon commented one day that perhaps he should move in and be done with it. I wasn't sure whether I could have someone live with me permanently but he said of course I could if I wanted.

"As long as you don't have a harem" he laughed. "Do you feel you want to live together?"

Although I would jump at the opportunity I wasn't sure how Gabriel felt so decided to say nothing until he gave me a clue. All I did know was that his bedsit was nowhere near as nice as mine; besides, I didn't want to leave mine since it was so near to work.

One weekend Gabriel said he'd like to introduce me to his parents who lived in Harrow so the following weekend we visited them for lunch on the Saturday. To be honest I was feeling nervous about meeting them even though he'd said they were fine with him being gay but I'd read about parents who were fine with their own son but when a boyfriend appeared it was another matter because then there was no doubt about the situation. I knew my own mum would be fine and she'd already said she'd love to meet Gabriel sometime. Unfortunately she wasn't able to come down to London due to work so it was agreed I'd take him to Cardiff as soon as the next school holiday came along.

"You'll be fine my love; they'll love you" he said having sensed my unease.

"I so hope so."

"They will, trust me" he replied and took me into one of his wonderful bear hugs which always made my whole body go to a jelly, well apart from one bit which immediately jumped to attention much to his enjoyment.

As usual, despite being ready to leave he went down on the floor, unzipped me and proceeded to suck me off. I never minded and certainly never stopped him so let him do so until I was shooting yet another load of creamy cum into his mouth.

"Mm, I so love the taste of your man seed" he giggled once he'd drained me.

"Just as well" I laughed "since you seem to drink the stuff endlessly".

He giggled and kissed me again which did nothing to quell my sexual excitement or his but it was time to go and we had to put each other down and leave.

Needless to say I needn't have worried because both his mum and dad welcomed me with open arms and made me feel a part of the family. Over the meal I was questioned about my own family so had to admit that my father was a complete moron. Gabriel's mum couldn't believe that a father could act like mine had. As usual I made excuses for him saying that he had a drink problem so that was probably the reason for his unreasonable behaviour towards me. I didn't let on that he'd had a string of women and eventually left my mum for one although that would no doubt come out once I'd introduced Gabriel to my mum.

We had a lovely meal and spent the afternoon with them. They were very interested in my teaching work and my work with the Explorer Scouts. Gabriel's mum thought that was a very worthwhile thing to do to keep the young off the streets and gain useful skills for their life ahead. I'd never thought of it quite like that but I presume she was right in some respect.

Several weeks' later things came to a head when Gabriel met me one Friday evening and I could tell he was down in the dumps.

"What's wrong my love"

"My fucking landlord has given everyone notice to get out; seems he wants to demolish the house we're in and put up a posh block of flats which will cost the earth of course so in no way will any of us be able to afford to buy one or rent one for that matter. The guy's a greedy bastard."

"I'm so sorry" I said trying to placate him, "What will you do?"

"Fuck knows; you know how hard it is to find decent accommodation at a price you can afford in London."

"You could always move in with me if you wanted" I blurted out without really thinking, "That's if you'd like to of course."

He looked at me and then took me into his arms and gave me a bear hug. We were in a local bar at the time and I noticed several people looking at us. Some were smiling at the sight of two guys loving each other and some were giving us dirty looks but neither of us cared. Besides, we frequently saw heterosexual couples kissing and petting each other so why not two gays. If they didn't like it they could lump it and drink elsewhere. We knew the bar was gay friendly since the barman was a lovely gay guy, which those who gave us black looks probably hadn't realised much to our amusement.

"Could I really?"

"If you want to you could" I replied with a big grin.

"Are you joking? Of course I fucking want to, I love you Morgan and I want to spend the rest of my life with you."

My heart stopped since I'd so looked forward to hearing these words for such a long time. I glanced at those around, some of whom must have heard what Gabriel said because he'd not whispered the words. One woman was smiling and nodding her head as if to say `Yeah, go for it boy'.

"In that case, consider it done; when would you like to move in?" I grinned.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course I'm fucking sure otherwise I wouldn't have suggested it" I laughed.

"In that case the sooner the better; he's given us one month but according to another tenant if we leave earlier we only have to pay rent up to the day we leave."

"How long would it take you to pack up?"

"An hour at most"

"In that case tomorrow morning we'll drive over to your place, pack up and you can move in immediately."

"Brilliant; I love you so much" he almost shouted but kept his voice down before whispering "And when we get back to your place I shall show you how much".

I grinned and felt my face go red much to his amusement. I knew he would and we'd be at it well into the night if I let him. When we'd finished our drinks we made our way out and as I passed the woman who'd smiled, I heard her say "Good luck".

"Thanks" I replied with a big grin.

I was now on top of the world. I'd not only found the man of my dreams but he was to live with me. Whether my bedsit would be large enough was another matter but we'd cross that bridge when we came to it.

We decided to eat out that night so walked along to a pizza parlour we'd been to before. The two guys who ran it were lovely and now knew us well. When we got home I felt I should inform Simon and Anton that Gabriel was moving in so before we made our way upstairs I knocked on their door.

"Ah, come in my darlings; join us for a drink" Simon beamed.

I wasn't sure I really wanted to do that since I knew Gabriel was aching to get into my pants but he nodded so we followed Simon into their living room. As usual Anton jumped up and gave each of us a kiss before asking what we'd like to drink.

"I really just came to let you know that Gabriel is moving in with me so hope that's okay"

"That's brilliant news darlings; fucking brilliant. Wow Anton, we'll have two gorgeous guys to drool over from now on."

I looked at Gabriel and he just grinned. He'd met Simon several times since we'd known each other so knew what he was like.

"Here's to a wonderful relationship guys and I hope you'll be very happy in your new home Gabriel; just think, you'll be able to fuck this gorgeous guy every night and morning from now on" Simon giggled.

"Don't worry, I intend to" Gabriel replied.

"You lucky bugger" Anton giggled as he sat down beside Simon.

"What are you complaining about, you get fucked every night, well almost every night" Simon laughed and groped Anton.

"Very true" Anton laughed, "Sex is so important in a relationship don't you think".

"Fucking right it is" Gabriel laughed.

I remained silent and felt my face go red; quite why I've no idea since I was used to talking like this with these two. When we finally got upstairs, Gabriel took me into his arms and kissed me.

"You are so fucking lucky having two gorgeous guys as your landlord."

"Our landlord from now on" I corrected him.

"Yeah, our landlord" he giggled, "Let's celebrate and fuck each other senseless."

"Sounds good to me" I laughed.

Within seconds he had me stripped naked, flinging my clothes all over the room. I then did the same to him and we held our two naked bodies together. I could feel our two hard cocks pressing against one another and I couldn't wait to feel mine inside him.

"Get on that bed with your arse in the air because I want to fuck it until you beg me to stop."

"Yeah, bring it on; love the feel of your big hard cock up my arse."

It didn't take long for me to get it just where I wanted it and I fucked and fucked. Somehow I managed to hold back my climax so managed to keep the action going for ages. All I could hear from Gabriel were low groans of enjoyment.

"Want you to come inside my mouth" he managed to grunt.

When I knew I couldn't go any longer without shooting my load I quickly pulled out, ripped off the latex and he took my swollen head into his mouth. Within seconds I was filling his mouth with hot creamy cum. It felt wonderful, especially as I knew I could do this every night if I wanted. After a brief pause we changed over and repeated the process with him fucking me and me finally sucking him off. I loved the taste of his creamy cum and never tired of it so we were both fully satisfied by the time we finally collapsed on the bed.

The following morning we drove to Gabriel's bedsit to pack up his personal things. I'd never seen it before and when he showed me in I was shocked. It was half the size of mine and nowhere near as nice. It was badly in need of decoration and the carpet was threadbare. When he told me how much he paid for it I gasped. It was more than I paid for mine which from now on we'd share so he was more than happy..

Since he had so little space to store things his personal possessions had been kept to a minimum. As such we soon had everything packed into the car having thrown a few items away. Even so I was concerned how we would fit everything into our new home because I had already filled all available space. As we made our way home I went through what I could chuck out but the list was not that long. As usual, Simon and Anton came to the rescue. When we arrived home they met us at the foot of the stairs.

"We've been thinking; now there are two of you you'll no doubt need some extra storage space so we've cleared a cupboard in the spare room which you can use if you don't mind sharing the room with us. We seldom need to use it as a spare bedroom since most guests sleep on our sofa bed."

"Or in our bed" Anton grinned.

"That would be brilliant" I exclaimed, "I've got several things I don't use that often but want to keep so they could go in the spare room."

"So have I so mine could go in as well to give more space for everyday things" Gabriel added.

"Thanks but we'd want to pay extra for it" I added.

"Don't be daft" Simon replied.

"I insist; besides there'll be two of us using hot water and extra wear and tear."

Simon said there was no need but eventually he gave in so we agreed another ten percent on the rent. Both Simon and Anton hugged and kissed us and as they each pressed their bodies against me I could feel their hardness.

"They are such lovely guys" Gabriel commented once we were upstairs alone and Anton had shown us which cupboard we could use in the spare room. "I reckon they'd have accepted a fuck instead of extra rent" he laughed.

"No doubt they would or at least Anton would have but Simon would want to fuck your gorgeous arse."

Gabriel laughed and pulled me into a kiss. Within minutes we were stark naked and rolling around on the bed. That led to us fucking each other until we were both satisfied. When we were done we both grinned.

"Come on, we've got unpacking to do" Gabriel laughed.

We spent the next hour in the buff sorting things out and packing things away. Once done we had another session of hot sex. I was feeling so happy with life but a few weeks later the bubble burst.

My sexuality had never been raised at school or with the scouts even though I was fairly certain some had worked it out at both organisations since I'd never made an attempt to hide the fact. During a class with my final year students one of them suddenly asked "Please sir can I ask you something?"

"Sure go ahead"

"Are you gay?"

For a moment I was taken aback at the bluntness of the question. The rest of the class just sat and looked at me waiting for my response.

"Is my sexuality really something of interest to you guys?" I replied wondering exactly how to answer the question.

"Don't get me wrong sir, as you know I'm gay and the rest of us don't give a fuck what you are but there's a rumour going round the school saying you are so we were just wondering."

The others in the class all nodded their head in agreement. I did know that this particular student was gay since he'd discussed the matter with me some long while ago. I also knew another in my class was but had not come out since he was worried how his parents might react.

"Okay; well yes I am gay, have been all my life and I'm now in a loving relationship with a guy with whom I live."

For a moment the class remained quiet somewhat amazed that I'd so easily acknowledged my sexuality but to be honest I was sick and tired of beating round the bush. I knew several staff had twigged and some knew I now lived with Gabriel so it was no secret amongst the staff.

"We're all pleased for you sir" the lad replied.

"Yeah" the others joined in.

"So what's the rumour going round?" I asked somewhat intrigued.

The lad then explained that a boy who I didn't teach had been told by his older brother that he'd seen me and Gabriel in a gay club at the weekend and the older brother, who was gay, had seen us kissing and cuddling each other so it was obvious we were a couple. My mind flashed back to the club concerned and I remembered seeing a lad who I recognised but couldn't quite place him. He'd been a student of mine during my first year at the school.

I put the issue out of my mind and we continued with the lesson which as usual went well since I performed one of my spectacular demonstrations that looked far more exotic than it really was but the students were impressed which was all I wanted to hammer home the point I was getting across to them.

When the mid afternoon break came and I went to the staffroom to have a cup of tea, several colleagues looked at me and grinned.

"I take it you know you're the topic of the moment Morgan" one guy grinned.

"Yeah so I understand" I replied and decided to come out good and proper. "So, for those that hadn't already worked it out, yes I am gay and I live with a guy with whom I love very much."

"Good on you" several staff cheered.

"Yeah, we certainly don't have a problem and I think you'll find the head doesn't either" the other guy added. Later that afternoon the headmaster asked to see me so I guessed what it was about.

"Ah Morgan come on in; there's something I need to chat to you about."

I sat down and smiled. "I presume it's about the rumour going round the school" I said to save him having to find a way to broach the subject.

"Well, yes"

"Okay, well I'm sure you've already worked out that I am gay and for your information I now live with a guy and we are both very much in love with each other."

"Firstly Morgan I'm very pleased for you and secondly I want you to know that I for one, and I'm sure I can speak on behalf of all the other staff, have no problem with homosexuality so it makes no difference to us or your position here. Besides, I and the governors worked it out at your initial interview and none of them were bothered. Since then you've become a valued member of staff so don't have any fears on that count."

"That's good to hear"

"I wanted to have a word with you for two reasons; first to assure you that I and the other staff support you very much and if I receive any negative comments from anyone, including parents, they will get no support from me. Secondly I wanted to let you know that at tomorrow's assembly I plan to give a short talk on diversity and in particular want to address sexuality. As I'm sure you are aware we have a number of pupils who are struggling with this and there is at least one other member of staff if not two who are also gay so I thought it would be good to address the matter again. Knowing kids as soon as I mention the word gay some will giggle and look at you so I wanted to forewarn you."

"Thanks for letting me know but I've been through far worse things than that in my time."

"I'm sure you have in fact I always admire people like you who have to deal with these issues because I imagine they are far from easy."

"You could say that; you also may not be aware that since I've been at the school I've had several lads see me privately to help them through the difficult stages of coming to terms with their sexuality."

"Ah, well that was another thing I was going to discuss with you. I feel we should have someone to whom pupils can speak in private and in confidence about such issues; would you be willing to be that person?"

"Sure, as I say I've done it here on several occasions and do so with my troop of scouts."

"Excellent, thanks very much Morgan."

Seeing that the meeting was finished I stood up and immediately shook his hand, which I didn't normally do at such meetings. "Thanks for your support; it is much appreciated."

"You're welcome"

I made my way home feeling very happy. At last I was openly out at my place of work which took a lot of stress out of my everyday dealings. I had no problem with being gay but was always conscious of what other people might think. Now they could `like it or lump it' as Gabriel was always telling me. When he arrived home I took him into my arms and kissed him passionately far longer than normal.

"Wow, what have I done to deserve this?"

I giggled and told him what had happened. That night I gave him the most wonderful fuck and the following morning he gave me one. I walked to work with a sore arse but it was worth it. I felt such a happy bunny but unfortunately my euphoria was not to last.

At lunch time I received a call from my District Commissionaire. Over the five years I'd been scout leader under his command I'd never grown to like him. He was a pompous man who lived in the past. He was always going on about what things used to be like in his day and how the scouting movement had gone down the pan. I was tempted to ask him on numerous occasions why he continued and didn't leave so that modern guys could take over and move things forward. He was so different to my DC in Cardiff who I missed terribly.

Having received his call I wondered what the hell he wanted since he'd not explained over the phone. All he'd said was that he needed to speak to me about something. I assumed it was something to do with some future event he wanted my troop to help with. That evening I had a meeting with my pack so I quickly walked home, changed into my scout uniform and drove to his office which was on the way to the scout hut where we met.

Since he didn't have an official office he always asked me to call in at his place of work. What the company did I had no idea and had no inclination to find out. Having told reception who I was and they'd called to tell him, I'd be ushered up to the first floor and walked through an office with a range of what appeared to be clerical workers slogging away in silence. It was like walking into a nineteenth century office where nobody was allowed to speak. His office was at the end and had a window that looked out onto the room where all these people worked. I could imagine him tapping on the window if someone dared to do something out of place.

"Take a seat" he said as I walked in but never looked up from what he was doing and certainly didn't stand up to welcome me or shake my hand. This always annoyed me and considered it to be the height of rudeness but it was his way of saying `I'm the boss and don't forget it'.

Finally he looked at me without as much as a smile so I just glared back. "I've had a parent of one of your boys call me." My mind went into overdrive wondering which one and what I had done to warrant a parent calling the DC. "Information has come to her that suggests you are, um, how shall I put this?" He paused clearly trying to decide what to say. For some inexplicable reason it suddenly occurred to me what this was all about.

"That I'm gay; is that what you're trying to say?"

"Um, yes; is this true?"

I looked him straight in the eye for a moment and didn't answer even though I had no problem in telling him the truth but I wanted him to squirm for a moment since I could see he found the whole topic distasteful.

"Yes, I am gay and I live with a boyfriend with whom I have a loving relationship; is that a problem?"

"Um, well, no not really."

"So what's your problem since I was under the impression that the scouting movement was now gay friendly or does this not apply to the Wimbledon group?"

He scowled at me having realised what I was getting at. "Well, that's as may be but not all parents are as forward thinking and we have to take note of their comments and complaints to protect their offspring; some may not like their sons being led by a homosexual."

"You mean they're homophobic like you" I threw back at him since my blood was now boiling.

"How dare you, now look here" he started to say.

"No, you look here; I've been a scout leader for ten years and a member of the scouting movement for ten years before that; at no time has my work been questioned or my relationship with any of the lads I've led; in fact I've even had to counsel some regarding their sexuality since the scouting movement doesn't provide any such service for young men trying to come to terms with their sexuality. In case you're as ignorant as the parent who has complained, you don't just decide one day, oh let's be gay, you are born that way and it's something you have to deal with. In my case my mother was accepting as was my brother but my homophobic father who beat me repeatedly during my childhood told me I was disgusting. This was the man who cheated on my mother throughout my period of growing up and eventually left her for yet another woman who's now dumped him having found out what he's really like. Oh and for your information there are several gay people in the scouting movement and there are married leaders who regularly shag women on the side and in some cases shag the leaders of Brownie packs. Yet here you are worrying about what some homophobic mother has told you."

For a moment he was stunned at my outburst. I doubt anyone had spoken to him like that before.

"How dare you speak to me like that" he started to say but I again intervened.

"How dare you treat me like this; most DCs would support their valued leaders but clearly you don't so you can stuff your group."

I stood up, yanked off my woggle and threw my scarf on his desk to indicate I was leaving the movement. I then stormed out of his office and slammed the door behind me. The whole office looked up wondering who'd dared to storm out of their manager's office but I was too angry to bother.

Once outside I sat in my car and held my head in my hands. I suddenly realised what I'd done. I'd thrown away a part of my life that I'd lived with for twenty years. The question was whether I had been stupid or not but I'd known that one day it would come to this since I knew I'd never get on with the old fart who lorded over me. I also knew that other leaders felt the same way but nobody had dared say anything further up the command chain. Perhaps now was the time do so since I knew the Commissioner would want to know why I'd suddenly left. I then realised I had to face my troop and explain I was no longer their leader. I had a feeling they'd be devastated.

By the time I reached the scout hut my lads were all waiting for me.

"You okay chief" the senior lad asked and who was also my unofficial deputy.

"Not really Sean, I need to tell you guys something." He looked at me and realised it was serious so gathered the rest of the troop together. "I'm afraid I've got news which some of you may not like for which I'm very sorry but I've just come from a very difficult meeting with the DC and have told him in blunt terms what he can do with his scout group and threw my scarf at him to make my point."

"Fuck; well that fucker deserves all he gets" Sean expounded. He was always the one who said what he thought which was why I liked him.

"Why chief?" another quieter guy asked who'd come to see me several months previous to talk about the problems he was having with his sexuality since his father was homophobic like mine.

"It seems one of your mothers has spoken to the DC to complain that they've heard a rumour that I'm gay. As most of you do doubt know, yes I am gay and I live with my boyfriend and we have a loving relationship."

"What the fuck has that got to do with the DC; none of us are bothered; yeah of course we knew but you're a fucking brilliant leader and that's all we're interested in" Sean exclaimed.

I noticed most of the others nodding their agreement. "Well, it seems it does not suit the DC's homophobic views and I've chucked it in so I'm no longer your leader; I'm really sorry guys because I've felt it a privilege to be with you."

"Fuck that; if that's what that twat thinks then I for one am also leaving; I don't want to be part of an organisation who can't accept people for what they are" Sean shouted and immediately removed his woggle and threw his scarf into the centre of the circle that the troop had formed.

"Same here", another announced which was quickly followed by another. One by one they all threw their scarves into the centre to form a pile and moved beside Sean to indicate their decision. Finally one lad was left and I noticed he was crying. He was the youngest in the pack and I'd noticed before that he acted much younger than his true age of sixteen.

"What's wrong Neil?"

"I'm sorry sir, it was my younger brother who came home yesterday to say that a rumour was going round your school saying you were gay and my mum hit the roof; it's my fault sir, I'm so sorry."

"No it's not your fault Neil, these things happen" I replied and sat down beside him to comfort him.

"Yeah, don't be daft Neil, it's not your fault but more to the point what are you going to do? If you stay mate you're on your own." Neil looked at Sean and then at me clearly trying to decide what to do.

"It's up to you to decide Neil and none of us will be angry if you decide to stay but as Sean says you will be on your own until new guys come along.

Neil again looked at the others and suddenly ripped off his scarf. "Fuck them, fuck them all" he shouted and stood up to join the rest of the group. The others all cheered and gathered round him.

"See chief, we're all fully behind you so fuck the DC; come on guys let's go and have a drink."

With that Sean led the ten lads out and we walked through the main hall where another group of younger scouts were having a meeting.

"What the hell is going on?" the leader asked as we marched through.

"Sorry but you'll hear soon enough" I grinned feeling on top of the world.

I followed Sean to a nearby cafe/bar which I found out was run by his uncle. Once inside drinks were ordered and I suddenly found a bottle of beer thrust into my hand. Sean quickly informed his uncle what had happened and the uncle came over and patted me on the back.

"Good for you mate; the drinks are on me."

I looked round to see what the others were drinking since I knew they were all under eighteen with the exception of Sean who was also drinking a beer. I was relieved to see they were all drinking bottles of Coke. The last thing I wanted was to be accused of allowing underage drinking.

Having exchanged numbers and email addresses with several of the troop, including Sean, I made my way back to the scout hut to collect my car. The other scout leader was just coming out and wanted to know what was going on. I filled him in and he said a few choice words about the DC.

"The way that guy is going on he's going to kill this group; I trust you're going to make a complaint about him because if you don't I will."

I thanked him for his support and made my way home. Did I really want to rock the boat? I wasn't sure at that precise moment. What I did realise was that I'd lost a part of me that I'd had since the age of eight and I wasn't sure how that would affect me. When I got home Gabriel immediately sensed something was wrong. He was such a lovely guy and knew my moods like the back of his hand. I sat down and told him everything whilst he listened.

"The guy is a fucking moron; I hope you're going to take this further."

I told him I wasn't sure I wanted to but he said I had to for the sake of others following me. He was right of course but now was not the right time to think about it. We eventually went to bed and we made beautiful love.

For several weeks I was depressed but Gabriel supported me all the way through. He really was the most lovely guy imaginable and I only hoped that I'd be able to give him the same level of support should the tables be turned anytime. Each night he took me into his arms and hugged me and we'd have beautiful sex.

A few days after the argument with the district commissioner I had the commissioner on the phone. I'd half expected this would happen so decided to tell him the whole sorry saga. During the course of our conversation I told him what other leaders thought about his DC and that my whole troop had left the scouting movement en-bloc. He'd heard about this and was worried what it would do for morale. What he didn't know at that time was the local press had heard about the whole debacle. Unbeknown to me one of my pack had a father who was a journalist for the local paper and wanted to run a piece about what had happened.

Within a few days I'd been contacted by a reporter to get my side of the story. Gabriel encouraged me to tell them the whole story so I did eventually saying that because I was gay I'd effectively been thrown out after twenty years in the scouting movement. The local press had a ball and ran the story under the heading `Homophobia in local scout group'. They'd tried to get the DC's side of the story but he'd refused and head office didn't want to play ball either so what I'd told the reporter was published. The article did nothing to improve the image of the local scouting movement which in some respects was a shame but it certainly showed up the DC who later resigned.

Following this I had the gay press contact me wanting to speak to me about it so the issue ran either in print or on the web for several weeks. To my surprise most people were behind me so I felt I'd done some good. The guys in my troop who'd exchanged contact details were delighted and we met up several times for a drink and a chat about things. Gabriel accompanied me and they all loved him. Sean is still a close friend and we frequently meet up.

When half term arrived I arranged to take Gabriel to Cardiff to meet mum and Dylan who was now playing the part of a devoted father. He was certainly different to our father which pleased me no end. As expected they all loved Gabriel so he was soon made to feel part of the family.

By the time we returned I was feeling much better and in the most part I'd got over the debacle with the scouting movement. I still missed it but as Gabriel pointed out, things have to move on. One benefit was that we were able to spend even more time together since I no longer had to go away on camping trips with my troop. Gabriel made up for the extra time and we had even more sex if that was possible. His sexual appetite was never ending, not that I was complaining since I loved the feel of his hot cock inside me and mine inside him.

When I returned to work after the half term break, Robin my lab technician asked if he could have a word with me at some point during the day. I said of course he could so we arranged to meet up over a cup of coffee during the lunch break. I dreaded hearing that he was leaving for some reason since we got on so well and he was brilliant at his job.

When the time came I invited him to sit by my desk. He looked at me and I could sense he was struggling with something. "Is something wrong Robin?"

"No not really but I need your advice about something." I physically relaxed having realised he wasn't about to hand in his notice.

"When did you come out as being gay and how did you go about it?"

I looked at him somewhat taken aback. Okay I'd often wondered if he was gay but had put the matter aside each time. I told him my experience including when and how I'd done it and looked at him waiting for him to speak. "Are you trying to tell me something Robin?"

"Hadn't you guessed?"

"That you're gay you mean?" He nodded. "The thought had crossed my mind but I decided it was not my place to probe in the same way you didn't with me; so are you saying you're gay?"

"Yeah but I'm not sure how to tell my parents; I love them both but they're not the most enlightened people around and I'm afraid they'll react badly."

We discussed the implications of them doing precisely that which basically would mean he'd have to leave home since he currently still lived with them as he couldn't afford a flat on his own and so far hadn't found rented accommodation that he liked or could afford.

We talked for the rest of the lunch hour and by the end I wasn't sure I'd got him any further. He wanted to come out to his parents but being an only child he was afraid to do so. Not knowing them I said it was difficult to advise him but at least he could talk to me whenever he wanted to do so now he'd come out to me. I also invited him to join me and Gabriel when we went to gay bars and clubs. I felt sorry for him and even though he was two years older than me, in some respects he was younger. How different we all were when it came to dealing with this age old problem of sexuality.

It was about a year after Gabriel had moved in with me that a small house came up for sale just down the road from where we lived. We decided to arrange a viewing since we realised we'd have to move into a larger home in due course. Our bedsit was great but very small for two.

As soon as we set foot inside we both loved the space it offered. It needed redecoration but the overall space was ideal and perfectly laid out. The original two rooms downstairs had been made into one running from back to front. The kitchen which had originally been separate at the back adjacent to the original back room had also been knocked into the main living area to form an L shaped open plan area. We loved it since when one of us was in the kitchen we could still keep in contact with the other, and any guests, in the main living room.

Upstairs there were two large bedrooms, one with an en-suite, a smaller room which would make a study for both of us and a good sized bathroom which included a bath and a small shower cubicle. The en-suite had a double shower unit which I looked forward to sharing with Gabriel.

There was a small back garden which to me looked easy to maintain and at the front there was space for two cars.

"I love it" I whispered.

"So do I. Do you want me to make an offer?" Gabriel replied.

I nodded and left it to him to do the negotiation since he was the expert. We'd already worked out what we could afford so he knew the limit.

Two days later we had the seller's decision which was a `yes'. We both hugged and kissed. Gabriel had already sorted out a mortgage so we set things in motion for the final purchase.

This took place one month later during which time we'd been busy shopping for furniture and household items. When we finally received the keys to move in we jumped with joy. Now the hard work started since we had to decorate the whole house. We decided to do the main living area first since that was the largest so Gabriel took a week off work to get it underway. Each night after I'd finished school I'd rush home and help him. We'd then go back to our bedsit and whilst he cooked the meal I did what marking I had to do. It was a hectic week but by the following Sunday we had it all done and a new carpet laid since what was there was rubbish as was the rest in the house.

On the Sunday morning we moved our personal items from the bedsit and had our first night in our own house. It was a marvellous feeling and we celebrated with a long session of sex that night since we'd been too tired to do anything the week leading up to it.

Simon and Anton were naturally sad to see us go but they were happy for us and knew we were only just down the road so would still see each other which we did regularly. However, they were particularly pleased that I'd found them a new tenant for the bedsit. When I'd mentioned to Robin that we had bought a house he immediately asked if he could see the bedsit since he was desperate to move out of his parents' home. When he saw it he immediately said he'd like it so I took him down to see Simon and Anton. Needless to say they were more than happy to let him take over the tenancy so once Gabriel and I had moved our things out and given the place a thorough clean, I drove over to Robin and collected his things.

He told me that a week before he was due to move in he sat his parents down and told them he was moving out and announced he was gay. As he expected they didn't take the news about him being gay that well although at least they didn't react like my father had done. As it happened over time they accepted the situation once they'd got over the shock and realisation that they were not going to have grandchildren.

Robin was so happy and once he was installed into his new abode he hugged me and gave me a big kiss. It was the first time he'd ever shown such emotion towards me and I rather liked it. Our relationship from thereon definitely moved up a peg although we'd always got on well at school.

He was so happy that he offered to help us with the rest of the decorating so we accepted his offer. Over the next three weeks we managed to get all the rooms upstairs redecorated and new carpets fitted. All we now had to do was the hall, landing and staircase but that too was done over a couple of weekends and several evenings. We called the carpet fitter back again and he fitted new carpet in all those areas so we were finally done.

That night we went to bed and had glorious sex. Gabriel fucked me for almost half an hour and I gave him a good stuffing as well. Finally we settled down and went to sleep in each other's arms. The following morning we repeated the process so we both set off for work feeling well and truly stuffed!

Life was perfect and continued like that for almost another year. Robin loved his bedsit and from what I could tell was frequently invited to join Simon and Anton who clearly liked him. I also had a feeling that they frequently had threesomes since Robin let slip one day that he loved being fucked by Simon whilst he sucked Anton off. I could just imagine the scenario and as he told me during a coffee break felt my cock getting hard..

All three of us also went to gay bars and clubs together and generally had a good time. Sometimes Simon and Anton joined us but it was mainly just Robin. We also held regular dinner parties and invited him and the other two guys. Sometimes Sean would join us and stay over since he lived the other side of Wimbledon. Having a spare bedroom meant we could invite friends to stay and Gabriel had plenty who accepted the invitation. It also meant that mum could visit us which she did on several occasions. Even Dylan, Beth and their two children came down for a long weekend and we all had a great time.

I'd not had any contact with my father since I'd left Cardiff and his name was never mentioned whenever I spoke to mum or Dylan. I had no idea what he was doing or how he was but suddenly one day Dylan called me.

"Father collapsed following a heavy bout of drinking and has gone into a coma. The doctors have recommended he be taken off support and allowed to die because if he comes through this he'll be just a vegetable. I think you should come and see him Morgan so we can make a decision."

"I'm sorry Dylan but I feel nothing for him and to be honest I've never forgiven him for the way he treated me so as far as I'm concerned he can die. If you want my agreement to switch off the support then you have it but I don't want to see him."

"Okay; I don't blame you and to be honest I feel the same way about him as does mum but we thought we should let you know. I'll let you know the funeral arrangements when we've arranged them."

"Okay but I shan't be attending; I just couldn't; it would be hypocritical; I'm sorry Dylan I really am."

"It's okay, I fully understand; I don't think mum will be going either so it will probably be just me."

I then began to realise I was putting a lot on him so offered to go to give him moral support.

"Fuck no; I'll be okay; besides I expect Beth will accompany me."

So, that was the end of another chapter in my life since the life support was switched off and he was allowed to die. The funeral took place ten days later and from what Dylan told me later there was just enough money in father's bank account to pay for it. There was certainly no inheritance but neither of us expected or wanted any. Fortunately the house had been transferred into mum's name when they divorced so she was okay.

I continued working at the Grammar school for years to come and Gabriel continued with his company since we both loved our jobs so decided there was no point in leaving one we loved and risking going to another we didn't even though it might have been more money but we had sufficient to enjoy a good life. Robin also continued as my lab technician and became a very close friend. He frequently thanks me for all I did for him and his parents have at last accepted his sexuality; they've even met me and Gabriel.

I've often wondered how different life would have been had it turned out that I wasn't my father's son but at least I now know who I am.