Michel pushed the key card into the lock and opened the door. Rufus was shocked when Michel swept him off his feet and carried him across the threshold like a new bride. He set him down gently on the bed. Both boys looked around at the suite in amazement. They were in a luxurious bedroom with one huge bed, armchairs and a dressing table. A built in closet and separate bathroom. The sitting room was similarly fitted out with armchairs and a settee. On the table was a huge vase of flowers and an envelope addressed to Michel and Rufus. The card inside welcomed them and said that there was a complimentary bottle of champagne in the fridge and that the minibar was also complimentary. They discovered the fridge in a well disguised kitchenette. Rufus took Michel's hand and walked him across to the window. The view looked south over the park in the middle of the square where the hotel was situated and farther across roofs with a glimpse of the Thames between the chimneys. Without a word between them they took each other in a hug. They kissed and Michel opened his mouth and let Rufus's tongue glide in. Their hardening packages met and ground together. When they broke, Michel said

"I'm taking a shower. Would you like to join me?" There could only be one answer from Rufus.

"Hold on, Rufus. What's the hurry? Our time's our own until the curtain goes up at eight tomorrow evening. Apart from a couple of errands I must run tomorrow morning. Come here." Rufus obeyed. Michel kissed his lips and continued the unbuttoning of his shirt. He pulled the shirt out of Rufus's trousers and placed it on a hanger. He then took an admiring look at Rufus, kissed his lips again and as he did, ran his hand over his smooth stomach, kissed each nipple and ran his hand inside the belt of his trousers, lingering as he fingered the top of Rufus's crevice. Rufus was in heaven and couldn't have stopped Michel, had he even wanted to. He had never received such treatment from his brothers and the sex he had had with William and Toby was just that… sex. This was romance. Michel told him to take his shoes and socks off and did likewise himself. He put his arms under Rufus's armpits, placed his hands on the back of his head and drew him in for another kiss. If the passion had been momentarily ebbing, it was now coming on again at full strength. Rufus did not notice as Michel unbuckled his belt and unzipped his beige corduroys until they fell to the floor. He coolly stepped out of them and kicked them away. Michel withdrew from the kiss to admire the prize he had won. He was impressed at the bulging package in the tight white thong, flattered by the damp patch where it was obviously soaking up copious precum. He inspected Rufus's butt, or at least what he had of a butt for his cheeks were of minimal size, adequate to sit on and sufficient to hide the strap of his thong.

Michel took off his polo shirt and 501s and it was Rufus's turn to ogle, when Michel laid it on and employed his full modelling skills. Rufus liked what he saw, a demi-god in a white Calvin Klein slip with a royal blue waistband. He had a slightly pear-shaped butt. It did not stick out like a bubble butt, something which by the way Rufus was not too keen on, but one whose contours were sleek and embellished his whole body. Now they had reached the final frontier. From the broom cupboard experience Rufus had some idea of what to expect. He only had the impression made on his hand, lips, tongue and throat. To encourage Michel, as if he needed any encouragement, Rufus gave a quick wiggle and his thong was on the floor. Michel quickly followed and Rufus was not disappointed. He'd been right. Michel shaved his groin and it suited him. There was always the danger, or was it the attraction, that shaved pubes gave you the look of pre-puberty, but there was nothing pre-pubic about what was hanging between Michel's legs, and did it hang! He had archetypal low hangers, the ones you could suck like gobstoppers, a pleasure which the tightness of Rufus's own scrotum would never permit.

"Let's get under the shower," said Michel, "and save any sex until afterwards and we're dry.

The shower was open plan with two showerheads along one wall. No curtains. They weren't necessary as all the walls were tiled and the floor drained towards the plughole. Along the opposite wall were the toilet and double basins with their mirrors. The boys turned on the showers, got underneath and soaped each other up, carefully avoiding any erotic area. When they were finished they had fun drying each other off. Finally Michel said

"Port or starboard?" Rufus was mystified. "Left or right side of the bed?" Rufus hesitated. "It doesn't matter to me," said Michel. I'm ambidextrous."

"Left," said Rufus, ignoring the playful insult. They peeled back the covers and climbed onto the bed.

"Now, after that superb blowjob you gave me in the broom cupboard I'm going to see if I can do any better." Michel took Rufus into an embrace and buried his tongue deep down his throat.

When the boys awoke, it was almost six o'clock. They felt cold as they had been lying on top of the bed naked and the heat of their passion had been cooling for over an hour.

"So what are we going to do?" asked Michel. "Eat first and go out later or go out now and eat later?"

"I'd love to go down in my dinner jacket, but I want to keep everything clean and smart for tomorrow night. I think smart casual will do. If not we can always come up and change. So shirt, tie and slacks for me."

"Pitch it somewhere in the middle and we should be okay. You're only sixteen, aren't you?"

"Sit quietly with you, talk and get to know you, and we won't be able to do that in a pub. There's so much I'd like to know about you."

"Then why don't we go for a walk in the park over there," said Rufus, "come back for dinner and then come and sit up here on the settee together and you can get to know me as much as you like."

"Remember what I said on the train. Brr, I must get dressed. I feel cold and my balls have gone all tight."

The boys left their room and as they walked through the lobby they looked around to see if there was any sign of the pageboy. They were out of luck. The porter opened the door for them and they were surprised how warm it was as they stepped out into the summer air. They crossed the road. Michel took hold of Rufus's hand as if he were showing a child across the road and when they arrived on the other side he forgot to let go of it. They found the gateway to the park and walked among the lawns and the flowerbeds. Like so many of the London squares the parkland or ornamental gardens were privately owned and maintained, reserved for the use of the residents.

"So, Rufus, how come that a handsome and highly sexed young man like you hasn't already found himself a boyfriend?" Rufus thought about the question. It had never occurred to him before. Eventually he said

"I suppose it's because I get plenty of sex without having a regular boyfriend. You see ever since my voice broke, my two brothers have always looked after me. They taught me about sex, gave me theoretical and practical lessons. They're into bondage at the moment."

"Why, what do they do?" Rufus explained what had been happening at home over the last few weeks. "Wow! You really do that?" Rufus nodded as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "And what do your parents think?"

"Well, they know we do stuff, ordinary stuff, because we're out, all three of us. Hugo and Magnus, the twins, share a room. I don't know whether they know that I do stuff with them. It's never talked about."

"My father knows because he caught us in the middle of a scene, but for some reason he doesn't want our mother to know, and he hasn't told us to stop because it's as if he has some dark secret from his past, and we certainly have some gay relatives on the Swedish side of the family. Dad's cousin Björn, who he had saunas with when they were boys, has a partner and they live together."

They noticed that the light was fading and were surprised when they saw by their watches that it had gone eight o'clock. Rufus had forgotten his starving stomach, but now it was taking control again. They got up from the park bench and strolled back towards the hotel. Michel released Rufus's hand once they were safely across the road. As they entered the hotel, they were asked if they were ready to dine and they were shown into the dining room to an intimate table in an alcove.

The boys were presented with the menu and took time making their choices. It was just general chitchat until their starters were served and then Rufus looked across the table at his dining partner. Michel's skin was an unblemished white, his face slightly on the long rather than round side. There was a trace of a beard and moustache, but it looked either very closely shaved, or as if it were just beginning to grow. Rufus couldn't work that one out, particularly as Michel must be at least two years older. Michel had an open face with large hazel eyes. His hair was straight and brunette and he had it styled round his head like a young Justin Bieber. It contrasted well with his narrow face.

"Phew, I thought for a moment you were going to say how did I become a homosexual."

"Well, the answer to the two questions is roughly the same and so I'll take them together. When I was a toddler, my mother decided she would take me to a modelling agency. It specialised in children. To me it was all part of life. I didn't know any difference and so I got used to having photographs taken of me. I suppose I liked the attention and I always co-operated with directors and photographers. I now understand that I earned money for doing it, but that didn't mean anything at the time as I didn't receive any until I'd left school. I then realised that it had been held in trust for me. I must have been good because Mum continued to take me to these shoots. I liked the people I met, especially the boys. They were all so good looking, and when I grew a bit older, not just good looking, but sexy. I know everyone who's a model is supposed to be glamorous, and the boys were. We were supposed to be strictly supervised – chaperoned they call it, mainly from the arty-farty types of which there were many and who I now understand were gay – but that was a bit of a bore and we would escape and make our own fun. Just after my fourteenth birthday I lost my front virginity and I still can't look at those M&S 'back to school' visuals without being reminded of it." Michel's eyes had taken on a sparkle while he was recounting this.

"Love it, heart face, every minute." This was the first time that Rufus had seen him camping it up and it came out louder than expected. He burst out laughing which just encouraged Michel. "Of course, after my sixteenth birthday we were no longer chaperoned and the fun could begin. That's when I learnt the art of the broom cupboard"

The waiter came and took their plates away and while they were waiting for the main course to be served, they talked about generalities.

"You know that cute little pageboy? Do you know what I would have done if I been staying here alone?"

"You didn't feel it with him? He's exuding 'gayness'. It's like an aura surrounding him. And anyway, could you imagine a straight person dressing up like that, having to be obsequious and not get a great deal of pay for it? Anyway, once I was sure he was up for it, I'd have taken a fifty pound note out of my wallet, torn it in two, given him one half and told him he could come back when he'd finished his shift and earn the other half. And I bet he could teach me a trick or two."

"Easily, especially when I've already been given two hundred as expenses. And if I didn't offer it, someone else would." The waiter brought the main course and once Rufus and Michel were able to settle down to their intimate evening again, Rufus was able to continue grilling Michel about his background.

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The Sins of the Father

by N Fourbois

Chapter 21