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The Sins of the Father

by N Fourbois

Chapter 30

"Mike, you can sleep in if you want to in the morning," said Rufus when he had shut and locked his bedroom door behind them. "I mustn't get up too late as I've got to say goodbye to the twins, but then I can come back to bed and put my cold feet all over you," he continued while he was taking his shoes and socks off.

"I shall look forward to that," Michel replied.

"As long as we're up by half past ten. That's when Toby and William are due." Rufus waited until his boyfriend had taken his shoes and socks off, then he led him across to his bed and they kissed. They could still taste the creaminess of the Horlicks as their tongues met. No teeth cleaning tonight. It was going to be natural. As their snogging progressed, so did their state of undress until they crawled naked under the duvet to stop themselves from getting cold.

The sun woke Rufus. He switched off the alarm so that Michel wouldn't be disturbed, slipped on a pair of sweats and a tee shirt and went downstairs. He said good morning and explained that Michel was still sleeping. The two cars had been packed and once they had finished breakfast, Carl, Veronica and the twins would be off. Rufus put a couple of slices of bread into the toaster and drank a slug of OJ. The family ate a leisurely breakfast.

"I'll have a proper breakfast with Michel," said Rufus.

"What are you two going to get up to today?" asked Veronica.

"Mother!" said Magnus. "You shouldn't be asking questions like that." His mother glowered.

"William and Toby are coming over and we'll chillax. It looks as if it's going to be warm and sunny and so we'll be outside most of the time."

"There's plenty of food in the fridge and the larder, if you feel peckish," said Veronica. "So you just have to prepare it. No rough games with Michel, mind. He's a valuable piece of company property and he's funding your school fees." Rufus opened his eyes wide. He hadn't thought of Michel like that.

"What all of them?"

"Pretty well, if he fulfils his promise as a model. And by his contract we still collect agency fees for the next ten years even if he gets poached by another company. But you don't discuss that with him. Understood?" Rufus felt that his mother had said rather more than she ought to have.

The parents and twins finished their breakfast and cleared away their stuff, leaving the food out for Rufus and Michel later.

"Hey, Hugo, can I sign your cast before you go?" asked Rufus. On getting the nod, he fetched a red marker pen from the office and scrawled a good luck message on it. Then it really was time for the off. Rufus hugged his brothers and went out to wave goodbye as the two cars drove off down the road. Once they had disappeared round the corner he went back up to his bedroom, stripped off his clothes and snuggled up to Michel's warm body.

He woke, turned over to face his boyfriend and planted a kiss on his lips. After half an hour of fun time they got up. Rufus had a shave, they showered together and dried one another off. When they were getting dressed, Michel said

"I guess after last night there's no longer any point in discussing whether we use condoms any more."

Rufus put on his cut-offs with his dance belt underneath and a tanktop on top. He was out to impress, not Michel – he had done that adequately overnight – but Toby and William.

"Hey, Mike, does my bum look big in these?"

"Your bum will never look big, ever, but I like the way they show off the bottom of your cheeks. When the winter comes you could try wearing tights under those cut-offs, but I wouldn't advise to go out in public in them."

"Wouldn't that look a bit gay?" asked Rufus in self-mockery.

"But you are gay, my love. Enjoy. Just think. A straight guy couldn't dress like that. Think of all the advantages we have being gay."

"Couldn't it look a bit girlie, though?"

"What? With your body in it plus the bulge? No way. You just exude masculinity. I've never been able to abide effeminate boys."

"Me neither," affirmed Rufus. Michel had decided to wear an emerald leotard with a thong back and one of the new pairs of tights he had bought in London.

"If we're going to have a gay day, let's have a thoroughly gay day," said Michel.

"What a gay day!" cried Rufus in a high pitched voice, even though he was far too young to remember Larry Grayson.

The boys went downstairs and into the kitchen. Rufus, after asking Michel what he wanted for breakfast got on with preparing it. After they had eaten Rufus looked at the clock on the wall and realised that they had better clear everything away as Toby and William would soon be here. Just as they had everything stacked away there was a ring at the front door and there were to be found the two visitors standing beside their cycles, William in his cycling gear and Toby in rugby shorts and polo shirt. Rufus got them to park their bikes in the garage. The four of them went and sat in the front room.

"So what's the plan for this morning?" asked William. Rufus explained that he and Michel had already had one photo session in which they had taken pics of each other, but they wanted some of themselves together.

"And so that's what you're here for," said Rufus "and then if you want any pics taken of you, we can do that. Mike, can we show them what we've done so far? Do you mind?"

"I don't see why not. After all, that's what my job is all about, being seen in photographs. As long as you're happy with it."

"For over three years at school now we've stood under the showers together enough times…"

"And screwed each other," interrupted William cheekily.

"… that there aren't any secrets between us."

"Well, not many," added Toby, to provoke rather than to state the truth.

The boys removed themselves to Rufus's room and he switched on his computer. While it was booting up, he showed his friends the two posters that Michel had had made.

"Wow, that looks really professional," said Toby.

"It is professional," protested Rufus.

"Apart from the lighting," corrected Michel out of personal modesty.

Rufus showed his friends the rest of the shoot full screen on the computer. It was the first time they had seen Michel naked.

"You've got some competition there, Tobes," remarked William.

"Rubbish," retorted Toby. "The nearest competition I have is from Oliver and mine still hang lower than his, and my dick's bigger."

"We'd better get on, guys," said Rufus, "or the morning will be gone and we've got to take advantage of the sun."

"Why? Where are we taking them?" asked Toby.

"On the patio," replied Rufus.

"Won't the neighbours see us?" asked William.

"No, of course not. You should know. You've done nude sunbathing enough times before out there." Rufus handed his camera over to Toby and they all went downstairs again and out onto the patio.

They started with the clothed shots with Michel directing all the time. Then came the naked ones, again with Michel directing. At first they did just normal poses, but then they became increasingly erotic and it became difficult to take any shots without erections.

"We might have to go and do something about these," said Michel "before we shoot any more." William giggled at the choice of words which then got the others going.

"You don't have to go anywhere," said Toby. "You've got two volunteers here." Rufus and Michel looked at one another and nodded.

"Okay," they said. "You're on."

"Hand job or blowjob?" asked Toby.

"Blowjob, of course," Rufus and Michel answered in unison. "What else?"

"Right," said Toby "and I'm taking Mike. Okay, Mike?" Michel nodded and grinned, adding

"You're obviously the expert."

"I'll fetch some towels and box of Kleenex," said Rufus.

Two orgasms and five minutes' relaxation later the photographic shoot started again.

"Gosh, that's made me feel really horny," said William.

"It's okay," said Rufus. "Your turn will come when we start taking snaps of you."

"How do you know we're going to do nude ones?" said William.

"The hormones are pumping round your body so fast you won't be able to resist it," said Rufus. "And don't start taking your kit off yet, William. I want some pics of you in that cycling gear."

The nude photo shoot finished and Rufus and Michel got dressed. William and Toby were fascinated with Rufus's dance belt and how he arranged himself in it. They had never seen one before and between them Rufus and Michel gave not only an explanation, but also a demonstration. Michel's leotard was equally fascinating.

Again under Michel's direction Rufus started taking photographs of Toby and William. After they'd been taken, Rufus said

"Mmm, pity about the damp patch on the light blue of your cycling shorts, Will."

"That's your fault, Rufus. You made me do that."

"Sor-ree."

"It's all right, girls," said Michel. "We can soon photoshop it out."

"Or make it larger," said Rufus with a wicked grin.

The significant part of the shoot came next – single and double shots of Toby and William. Michel had to admit to himself that he did have serious competition with Toby, but such a competition was to be enjoyed and he took the camera from Rufus to make sure he got the shots he wanted. Again the occasion was too much and the nudists had to be serviced, Toby by Michel and William by Rufus, before the shoot could continue. The naked shoot complete, William noticed that his cycling shorts had dried and after an expert demonstration of how they should be worn, without underwear naturally, Rufus had to take some more shots of his friend Will.

Once they were all dressed again Rufus announced that they would snack out on the patio and enjoy what was left of the sun before winter. Then they would go upstairs, upload the results of the morning's shoot, select what was good and delete the bad and e-mail the remaining shots encrypted to Toby and William. The rest of the afternoon was theirs.

"Bacon rolls okay for everyone?" asked Rufus.

Amply supplied with bacon rolls, tomato ketchup and paper serviettes, the four went out and sat on the patio. Indeed three of them stripped off again and sunbathed while Michel decided to sit in the shade in his leotard and tights in order to preserve the whiteness of his skin.

"Do any of you guys use make up?" said Michel.

"What?" said William and Toby amazed.

'We might be gay, but we're butch gays, not a load of poofs," said William.

"Hold on, lads, and hear me out. I'm as butch as next one, but I have to use it in my job and you can get some stunning effects, if you're interested in photography. I'll show you sometime. You know, you need to get more adventurous with your clothes too."

"It's all right for you, Mike, but we have to buy our non-essential clothes out of our pocket money," said Toby. "You're earning and can probably keep some of the clothes you model." Rufus kept quiet for he had already had this discussion with Michel.

"I might be able to get some clothes out of my father," said William. "He's gay too. That's why he's divorced from my mum, and he tries to play the bribery game. He's got a civil partner now."

"What does he think about gay marriage?" asked Michel.

"He doesn't see the point. He and his partner have got everything they want. He thinks that the gay activists that campaign for marriage only stir up trouble and resentment among the straight people they're supposed to be winning over. He's not prejudiced against heteros. In fact, some of his best friends are straight."

"To go back to clothes," said Michel, "it is important to cultivate the crotch bulge. You, William, for instant look great, but you, Toby…" Michel drew a breath in between his teeth and shook his head. "… look an attractive enough boy in those shorts, but they are too long and too loose. They give no indication of the treasure concealed between your legs and I now know that you have plenty there to be proud of."

"My problem is my low undercarriage."

"That's not a problem. That's an asset. You saw what Rufus did with his dance belt. Even if you don't want to buy a dance belt – and if you do, I'll order one for you and it won't cost much more than a date at the cinema – you can arrange your nuts and bolts the same way in a jockstrap, thong or slip."

"But why is it so important?" asked Toby.

"Think of it this way. What do straight guys look at first with girls?"

"Their tits."

"Exactly. The bulge on their chests. With both us gays and girls it's the bulge in our trousers. It's no use denying it. It's been scientifically proved with special glasses that show what the wearer is looking at. So you don't want to go around looking like a eunuch. It's different with formal clothes, but in casual clothes you want to show off your assets."

"And in your school trousers," interjected Rufus. "I've spent many a boring lesson trouserwatching and seeing who gets a stiffie."

"How come you know all this stuff, Mike?" enquired Toby.

"Trust me. I'm a model."

The sun was visibly lower in the sky.

"We'd better get going, " said Toby. "We've got a family roast dinner tonight."

"And my mother keeps nagging she would like to see me occasionally," said William.

"And we've just about got time for some fun before the parents get back," said Rufus.

"Make sure they don't come back early and catch you at it," joked William, who'd once experienced just that.

"It's okay," replied Rufus. "I'll lock the front and back doors and leave the keys in the locks so that they have to ring the bell."

"Look out for some e-mails later," said Michel. "We didn't get round to that bit, did we?"

After Toby and William had gone, Rufus and Michel went upstairs for their fun time.

"I'd better get going too," said Michel. "Same reason as William." He gathered his things together, packed them into his overnight bag, kissed his boyfriend goodbye on the doorstep and disappeared down the road towards the bus stop. Rufus went upstairs and e-mailed the photos to Michel, Toby and William.

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