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The Sins of the Father

by N Fourbois

Chapter 26

"Just think," said Michel, "if this were an old fashioned movie, us two lying here naked together under the duvet would be smoking cigarettes after what we've just done."

"Yeuk!" exclaimed Rufus. "I can't think of anything more likely to ruin a magic moment." Michel was running his hand over Rufus's chest, six pack and lower abdomen.

"I like the feel of the designer stubble above your dick."

"I like the feel of your hand on my balls and dick," Rufus replied. "Do you think we could do it bareback sometime? It'd be more spontaneous."

"Mmm, I know what you mean. I'd be able to surprise you by taking you when you're asleep."

"Funny. I was just thinking the same thing about you."

"You've read all the advice they write in GY mag?"

"Yes," Rufus replied. "It all seems a bit OTT to me."

"Well, it is until you catch an STD. Then it's too late. How many partners did you have before meeting me?"

"What, for a shag?" Michel nodded. "Four, my two brothers, and William and Toby. With anyone else it was a quick jerk off or a blow job. What about you?"

"You might find this hard to believe, but I'd never taken it up the butt until I met you. I've given it a few times, well, quite a few times in fact, but "always with a jonnie. In our profession it's hard not to get involved and the best way to protect your arse is to give it rather than take it. If you're wise, you'll always carry contraceptives around with you as standard kit. It's funny. You're the only boy I've ever wanted to have penetrating me. That just goes to show what an effect you have on me." Rufus leaned over and kissed his boyfriend.

"Why do you say it's hard not to get involved?"

"C'mon, Rufus, use your head. In my work I am absolutely surrounded by the cutest guys in town and, by the very nature of the work we do, ninety percent of them are gay and when they at long last reach a certain age the virgins are gagging for it – I know I was and I never looked back. They don't have to look far, either. There's always a predator on hand to show them the way. They just have to look for devious ways to escape the attention of their chaperones. Hey, ever thought doing a bit of modelling yourself?"

"I don't think my mother would let me near the place after what happened on work experience. That's what I can't understand. She works with gays all the time, apparently accepts my brothers, but when it comes to me, she gives me a hard time."

"No, silly, I don't mean professional modelling. Strictly amateur. Let's do some here. I can show you how. I'll fetch my camera and give you some tips and then shoot some pictures. You can do some for me and then sometime perhaps your friends Toby and William can take some of both of us."

"I must introduce you sometime. I think you'll like them. They feel safer now that I'm paired off… Huh, as if… Anyway, are you talking about nude pictures?"

"Nude and with clothes. I certainly want a pic of you in those cut-offs. I'll get the print department at work to do a poster size version and I'll hang it on the back of my bedroom door."

The two boys climbed out of bed. Michel put on his slip and fetched his camera while Rufus went to wash the stickiness off his dick.

Michel taught Rufus some basic poses and took some shots. He hoped they would be all right for his bedroom did not lend itself as the ideal background. The best he could hope for was that the flash would illuminate the subject, but not the background. Michel of course was used to all the extra lighting. Rufus got dressed in his granddad vest and cut-offs, carefully obeying the rules of wearing a dance belt until Michel said

"Try this," and from his bedside drawer he took what looked like a thin black watchstrap without a watch and fastened by velcro.

"What's that?"

"A cock ring."

"I thought they were made of metal."

"They don't have to be," answered Michel. "This'll do the job just same."

Michel was just about to put it round Rufus's tackle when he said

"Hold on a minute. You'll make me stiff if you do it." He adjusted the cock ring, pulled his dance belt back on, arranged himself and put on his cut-offs. "Mmm, feels good." Looking at himself in the mirror, he said "It certainly makes my bulge look bigger."

"Just a little trick of the trade," replied Michel. "Never wear tights without one. You can keep that one. I keep a whole stack of them."

Michel set about set about taking a number of pictures, motivated by wanting to take the one shot for a poster. Rufus then took charge of the camera while the professional posed in various states of dress and undress.

"I'll load these onto the computer, put them into a zip file and mail them to you. Then we can look at them later. After that we'll go down to the kitchen and demolish whatever Mum has left us. Whatever we do, we must keep her onside."

"After that I had better get home. School starts tomorrow and I've got one or two things to get ready, plus I mustn't be too late to bed."

Rufus was surprised at how dark it had got. He was still used to the long light evenings. He donned his yellow high visibility waistcoat with its reflective silver bands, strapped on his helmet, checked his lights kissed Michel on the cheek and cycled off into the darkness. Most of the route consisted of dedicated off-road cycle tracks, not that there was much traffic about, but he felt safer using them. Once home he put his cycle away and reported in. Carl asked him if he wanted anything to eat and Rufus replied that he had already eaten at Michel's. He made the excuse of school the following day and hugged his father good night. The twins were out and his mother was ensconced in her office, not to be disturbed.

He closed his bedroom door behind him and woke his iMac up. He also had a Mac laptop for school, but he kept the private stuff on that to a minimum for security reasons. He checked it was charged before going back to his desktop computer. He opened his e-mails, read one each from Toby and William wishing him a happy term – they had given up texting because he never bothered looking at his texts – returned the message before looking at what Michel had sent him. He was impressed with what they had done under limited conditions and was amazed at what a little professional instruction could do. He picked out one of Michel and sent him a mail asking him to get that printed into a poster along with the one of himself. By then it was high time he got to bed. He slipped under the duvet, but no boner. He was still enjoying the glow and memory of what he and Michel had been doing earlier in the evening and he soon fell into a long and dreamless slumber interrupted only by the beep-beep of his alarm clock in the morning. His waking thought was 'we still didn't answer the question about doing it bareback'.

Rufus loved the first day of the Autumn Term. The school would have had a thorough spring clean and everything was fresh, he was pleased to see his old friends again, everyone returned with enhanced status and of course there was the new intake in the third form (Year 9) and to a lesser extent in the sixth form. Even though he was now 'committed', he saw nothing wrong in carrying on boywatching, especially the third formers. Hadn't that been what he and Michel had done together in London and didn't Michel do the same at work? It would be a frequent topic of conversation between them.

He decided to shave for the first day of term, then he showered. He dried off in front of the full length mirror and couldn't help admiring himself. Mmm, must shave the pits again. Job for tonight. I'll leave the designer stubble until it's no longer stubble and then shave it all off again. Michel seems to like it that way. By the end of term all those muscles should be sharper looking, he thought, with all the rugby training we'll be doing. Now, no sport today. So I think I shall permit myself the luxury of breaking in my brand new silk boxers. It's the nearest to freeballing without actually freeballing and if I get a stiffie, I get a stiffie. That's all part of the excitement and if someone sees it, so what? Anyway it won't notice so much in these dark trousers as it did when I had to wear light grey ones.

Rufus cycled off to school, locked his cycle up in the bike shed, unconsciously took a look around them, noticing one or two new faces among the habitués . Then he made his way to the Sixth Form Centre keeping an eye open for William and Toby. They followed him into the Sixth Form Centre and greeted him with hugs as if they hadn't seen each other for eight weeks rather than less than twenty-four hours. One of their passing fellows commented

"Are you gayboys at it already?" but he just got the traditional methods of defiance from the sixteen year olds, verbal and gesticular, and it was taken as banter rather than a homophobic act.

Typical of the first day back of the school year there was little serious teaching – that would begin on the morrow – but the necessary admin, the issue of timetables, stationery, lockers, school assembly, house assemblies, year assemblies, and that would fill almost the entire school day. At morning break Rufus, Toby and William were pleased to get out into the fresh air and they wandered round the school fields. They had an ulterior motive, though. As avid boywatchers, they wanted to evaluate the new intake. A couple of new sixth formers had already attracted their interest. Now it was time to take a closer look at the third form.

"As committed boyfriends we ought not to be doing this," said Rufus.

"I suppose not," said William, "but it's fun and my boyfriend doesn't mind. In fact, he does it himself," and he and Toby burst into giggles.

"Talking of boyfriends," said Toby "when are we going to meet this new hunk of yours, Rufus? We've heard so much about him."

"As soon as possible," Rufus replied. "We were only talking about it yesterday evening."

"You weren't on the nest the night before term starts?" protested William in mock indignation.

"Mmm, not the night," grinned Rufus.

"Well, if he was at work, that doesn't leave much time in the day," mused Toby.

"You're only jealous," retorted Rufus. "And we weren't doing anything that you two don't get up to."

"Oooh," said the other two in high pitched unison.

"Still, you're making me forget what I wanted to say, and we're wasting valuable boywatching time. What I wanted to say is Michel is keen to meet you and we would like you to take some photos of us together."

"Just name the time and place," said William.

"Difficult," said Rufus. "He's a working lad and sometimes shoots in the evening as well."

"With a little help from you, no doubt," said William, and he and Toby burst out laughing.

"We've got games on Saturdays with all-day training this Saturday," continued Rufus. He paused. "Ah, I have an idea. Sunday week the twins go off to uni. They need two cars to take all their stuff and so I shall be home alone.

"I shall have to consult my social calendar," said William.

"And I shall too," added Toby.

"I'll take that as a yes," said Rufus "and I'll check this evening whether Michel is free."

"I'll take that as a yes," said William.

"How old is he, by the way?" said Toby.

"The same age as my brothers." They heard the school bell ringing in the distance.

"Oh, bugger," exclaimed Toby. "Break's over and we haven't spotted one newbug yet."

The three met again for lunch and while standing in the queue they made up for the time they had wasted during morning break. They hadn't been waiting a minute before one little beauty, still smart in his brand new school uniform of white shirt, tie knotted to the neck, royal blue jacket and immaculately pressed and tight fitting light grey trousers set off with an impressive package for a third former, tousled blond hair, wide open blue eyes and agreeable visage entered the dining hall.

"I won't give him very long before he's initiated," said William. "I was just like him at his age."

"Geroff," said Toby. "Your peewee was even smaller than it is now."

"You should know, Toby," said William. "You were the first to touch it."

"OMG, I'm boning up already," said Rufus and he hastily slipped his hand into his left pocket and managed to bend his trouser snake in time so that it went down the left leg of his trousers and got trapped there instead of sticking out. It had a lovely hot feeling as it clung to the inside of his thigh.

"Come along, deary," came the loud cry of one of the dinner ladies. "You're holding up the whole queue."

"Bugger these boxers," Rufus said, but made sure the dinner lady didn't hear him.

The three carried their trays over to the raised part of the dining room where they could sit near a corner and have full view of what was going on in there, although as committed boyfriends they were subject to the 'Woolworth's rule': you could look, but you were not allowed to touch.

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