Date: Sat, 27 May 2006 14:50:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: Pete Brown <petebrownuk@yahoo.com>
Subject: The Slave Show, Part  Twenty Four

THE SLAVE SHOW

By Pete Brown.   petebrownuk @ yahoo.com
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Part  Twenty Four


It was fun to watch the two lads race each other
around the course.  They were not experts, but that
didn't seem to matter: the sight of their lithe young
bodies more than compensated for the lack of skill.
In fact, it made it even more interesting on some
parts of the course, as they really had to use their
muscles to actually make it all happen, in a way that
the more experienced slaves did not.

I forgot who won - or perhaps it was that they kept on
going back to re-try parts of the course that they
felt they were failing at, so it ceased to be a real
competition.  Or perhaps it was that neither of them
really wanted to win, or to lose, as they were scared
of what might be the consequences, given the
discussion we'd had about how the slaves bet their
arses on the outcome of races!  And afterwards, as
they stood there all muddy and panting with their
exertions, they were both smiling hugely, and kind of
holding on to each other to remain standing.  I again
asked them if they wanted to use my shower, but they
threw a glance at each other and then said no, as
they'd go into the slave showers as "it was probably
more interesting".

It seemed that Shane and Jason took themselves off for
a pizza or something after that, as they didn't appear
at supper than night, and as I had Joe in bed with me,
I have to say I thought no more about them - it had
been exciting to see the two young bodies together,
but with Joe's strong muscular body at my beck and
call, I had other things on my mind!  I went over to
the house for breakfast as usual the next morning,
Saturday, and as I was sitting there waiting for Julie
to finish cooking my fried eggs to go with the bacon
and sausage and black pudding, and chatting to Dan
about items in the news, Shane came down the stairs -
followed by Jason!

Shane was in his usual weekend "breakfast" gear - his
boxer shorts and a loose T; but Jason had dressed in
the shorts and loose T he'd worn when he arrived the
previous night.  Both lads looked freshly showered as
their hair was still damp, and there was that whiff of
soap in the air.

"Dad, mom...", Craig began hesitantly, but with his
voice rapidly firming.  "This is Jason."

Julie turned from the cooker and smiled.  "Oh.... What
do you like for breakfast, Jason?  We're always
pleased to see Craig's friends.... But I hope that
camp bed wasn't too uncomfortable!  We always tell
Shane he ought to use it and let his friends use his
bed, as they're guests....."

Jason looked really uncomfortable.  "Could I have
bacon and egg, please?   And there was no problem with
the bed, honestly...."

"....because Jason did sleep in my bed", Shane added,
his voice now strong and confident.

"The boy's learned some manners at last, Steve!", Dan
commented, looking over the morning paper at the two
lads as they still stood there on the stairs.

"Jason was in my bed with me".  Shane's voice rang
out, and there was a stunned silence in the kitchen,
as if everyone was doubting what they'd heard.  And he
added, as if to drive the point home, "Jason's my
boyfriend.  We're an item...."

Julie's look had to be seen to be believed.  Dan stood
up abruptly, dropping his paper.  "What do you mean?"

"Jason and I slept together.  Had sex.  We're
together, boyfriends.  How much plainer do I need to
be?"

"You had sex?  Here, in this house?  With another
man?"  Dan's voice was rising rapidly, so much so that
he was shouting at the end.

"Dan, calm down", Julie pleaded.

"No son of mine is going to fuck in this house until
he's married.  Properly married, that is...."

"Dad, please, you're so old fashioned..... I'm
sixteen, and old enough to do what I want!"

"I will not have a son of mine going with another man,
and especially not in this house, with your mother and
brother here...."

"So, OK, I'll go over to Steve's - he said Jason and
me can use his place...."

Dan turned on me in fury.  "You encouraged this?  You
knew this was going on?"

I looked down slightly.  I could hardly lie, could I?
"Dan, calm down, will you?  Shouting and ranting isn't
going to make it any better.  I knew 'it was going
on', as you put it, in the sense that I knew Shane was
unhappy, and asked him about it, and he told me it was
because he liked Shane. And I recommended he resolved
it...."

"....by fucking with another boy?  And in this house?"

"Dan!  Calm down, will you?  This isn't helping...."

"My son starts to do unspeakable things with another
lad, and in my house, and all you can say is that you
'recommended he resolved it'?"

"It was you and Julie who were going frantic about his
falling grades, his change of mood....  I did at least
try to see what was the problem...."

".... And told him to fix it by fucking his friend!
You're an idiot, Steve, you know that?  Meddling in
things you know nothing about...."

Although Jason was standing there looking bashful and
clearly sincerely wishing this had all not happened,
Shane looked thoroughly pissed off.  He broke in "Dad,
will you stop it?  That's always your problem - always
making assumptions about the way everyone else ought
to do things... You're doing it now, again.... I'm
tired of it, and I need to live my own life.  I'm
sixteen, and capable of making my own decisions...."

"I don't make assumptions about the way people
act....."

"You do, dad!  Just listen to yourself!  You're so
pissed off that I've got a boyfriend with whom I've
had sex that you assume it's me fucking him!  You
don't even stop to ask if it wasn't Jason fucking me!
He is older than me, you know....."

"Shane, I will not have this kind of disgusting talk
in front of your mother!"

"It's not disgusting, dad.  It's perfectly natural.
I'm sixteen, Jason's eighteen, and that's what men of
our age do, dad.... We have sex.  And we're going to
carry on having sex, as I love Jason, and he loves
me...."

"You will not have sex with another lad.  That stops
right here and now.  It's disgusting...."

"Dad, stop it!  You've no right to say that.   You
don't own me, I'm not a slave.  And you don't control
me any more - I'm sixteen, and I make my own
decisions.... I love Jason, and that's all there is to
be said."

"You little pervert!  I never thought I'd hear a son
of mine say he'd love another man...."

Dan was almost apoplectic with rage by now, and the
veins in his temples were throbbing.  Julie was
looking terrified, not because of what Shane had said,
but because of the expression on Dan's face and the
way he looked as if he might have a heart attack or
something!  I got to my feet, and pushed Dan back a
little, getting my body in-between him and Shane as I
thought he might otherwise rush at the lad and hit
him.

"Dan, calm down!", I snapped.  "Come on, cool it...."

"It's disgusting, Steve.... A son of mine, a
poofter...."

"Dan, cool it, right?  You'll only regret saying
things like this later.  What would you rather
happened?  Would you rather Shane and Jason carried on
clandestinely?  Because a lot of lads would, you know
- they'd be terrified of what their parents would
think.  At least Shane has had the courage to come out
and say what he's doing.... He respects you and Julie
enough to know that he can do that"  I looked at Dan
straight in the eyes and went on "A lot of men a lot
older than Shane wouldn't do that, you know!  A lot of
men are always too scared to admit they love another
man....."  I gave meaningful stares as I said this,
and I think Dan got the message, as I went on "You
ought to be pleased that you've brought up a son who's
not afraid to tell his parents about something like
this.  You ought to be glad that he trusts you and
Julie, and that he knows he can bring his boyfriend
here!  If he were my son I'd be proud that he did
this, and I wouldn't be ranting around like some
madman."

Dan stared back at me, and slumped down into a chair.
Finally, he muttered "I'm sorry, son.  It was just a
bit of a shock, that's all.  Perhaps Steve's right."
He got to his feet as he said this, and went over and
hugged Shane.  Then, perhaps just a bit more gruffly,
held out his hand and shook Jason's.  "And welcome to
our home, Jason...  It sounds as if we might be seeing
a lot more of you..."

"Thank you, sir....", Jason stuttered, blushing.  "I'm
sorry. I didn't think it would cause all this
trouble.... Shane said you'd understand.... I wanted
to go home last night, but he said it would be OK to
stay...."

Julie went over to him "Any friend of Shane's is
always welcome here, Jason.  And as Dan said, it's a
bit of a shock, after all...."

We all sat down then, and a silence fell over the
table as we ate breakfast, using the excuse of chewing
the food to avoid making conversation.  Finally, Shane
broke the silence.  "As it's the morning for
revelations, mom and dad, I suppose I'd better tell
you about something else I've decided.  I'm leaving
school at the end of the term, and...."

"You will not!", Dan roared.  "You are staying on, and
going to university...."

"Dad, listen, will you?"  Shane sounded angry now.  "I
am not staying on.  I am not going to university...."

"Your lover boy wont be able to support you, you know!
 He's only eighteen...."

"Dad!  Shut up, will you?  Let me explain!  No, Jason
won't be supporting me, as he is going to university.
To Cambridge, in fact, as he's pretty bright, and
that's one of the reasons I love him."

"You stupid young idiot!  So I suppose you think
you'll be working to support him! There won't be any
jobs for men without degrees....."

"Dad, will you shut the fuck up, and listen, for once?
 I'm leaving school as I've been offered a trial with
Manchelsea.  They saw me playing for the school, in
the top team, and they think I've got talent.  As soon
as I can legally leave school, I've got kind of an
apprenticeship with them...."

"You arranged all this without telling me?"

"Dad, I knew you'd say no!  So what was the point of
telling you?  I'm a man, dad, and I've got my own life
to lead.  I know you anted me to go to uni, like you
did, but  I want to play football, dad - I'm good at
it, some would say fucking brilliant!  Some dads would
be proud of having a son with as much talent and skill
as I have, but all you want is for me to go to uni....
Well, I've got to do what suits me, dad..... And
Manchelsea is in the European Super League, ever since
Chelsea and Manchester merged, and it's the best in
the country...."

"Hey, Shane, that's great....", I cut in.  "Amazing!
Andy's always going on about how well they treat their
players, and he knows about stuff like that..."

"Sure, Steve.  It will be tough - I've got to go and
live near their new training grounds at Milton Keynes
as they like all the apprentices to be close to the
Club, and that will make it hard to see Jason...  But
he and I talked about it last night, and with him
going to Cambridge, it means that we'd probably only
see each other in vacations and once a month
otherwise.... We love each other, and we can
survive...."

"Survive just long enough until those Manchelsea
players find out you've got a boyfriend, you mean!".
Dan's mood had turned sour again.  "They always look
like proper men to me, their wives and girlfriends are
always in the papers..."

"Dad, listen to yourself!  'Proper men!'  What's a
'proper man', dad?  Someone who knocks up a girl as
soon as he can so he can breed, then runs off and does
it with another one, and all that crap?  Or someone
who'd honest about loving another man?"

I took hold of Dan again, as he looked as if he was
going to make another move towards Shane. "Dan, cool
it!  Come on.... You aren't going to resolve this by
shouting."

"Let go of me, Steve!"

Instead of doing that, I tightened my grip on him.
"Dan, come on, come outside with me, and let's try to
simmer down."

Before he could protest, I almost propelled him out of
the door.  In the yard, he was shaking with rage.  I
held on to him, and tried to keep calm as I said
quietly "Dan, you're the last one who can criticise
Shane for sleeping with another man....."

"He's my son, Steve - I wanted him to be normal,
wanted him to have a happy life, not like me..."

I felt something stab through me.  I was wounded,
hurt.  A great feeling of sadness swept over me.
"Dan, thanks very much! I thought you were happy,
happy with us....."

"How can I be happy when I'm living a life that's so
false?  I have to lie to Julie all the time, my whole
life is a lie."

"You could fix that, Dan.  You know that.  You know I
love you, and I want to be with you all the time...."

"I can't hurt Julie, Steve, and you know that.  And
she'd be devastated if I told her that you and I had
been fucking...."

"It's not just fucking, Dan, I love you..."

"Steve, I can't tell Julie, and that's final.  So
let's not go there again."  Once again I noticed he'd
avoided using the "L" word in his reply.

"Anyway, you really can't go on and on at Shane for
wanting to be with Jason.... You're compounding the
lie you're living."

"But  I can't just let it happen, Steve..."

"And why not?  It's perfectly natural for one man to
love another.  I love you, after all, and we're both
regular blokes."

"...and this football stuff... He's got to stay at
school, go to university...."

"Dan, he's sixteen!  The more you protest, the more
he'll be determined to do what he wants.  He's a man,
a man feeling his power now.  He's made up his mind to
be with Jason - at least for now - and that's a
powerful statement about being his own man.  Now he's
done that, he's not going to back down about the
football thing.  The best you can do is to let him go,
and hope that he's not as good as they think he is so
he doesn't stay the course.  Then you can be here for
him when he comes home with his tail between his legs,
and help him go back to college or something, get
qualifications, go on to university...."

"No, Steve.  It's not right...."

"Listen, you fucking idiot!  If you fight Shane now,
you'll lose.  Either he'll have his own way anyway and
just ignore you, and you've lost.  Or he'll give in to
you - and then you've really lost as he'll always be
resentful and disappointed that you 'spoiled his
chances'.  You might win the battle, perhaps, but
you'd lose the war!  Can't you see that a man has to
be allowed to make his own mistakes, learn from his
own experience?  You can advise him, but you can't
order him.  If you love Shane as you say you do,
you've got to let him go, got to let him try out his
wings and fly for himself.  And I don't reckon it's a
big problem  - it took huge courage to sleep with
Jason last night, and that will carry him a long way
when it comes to this football training thing...."

Dan looked at me, and I looked at him.  He seemed
calmer, and I let go of him.  We walked back into the
kitchen.  Shane was still standing there, his whole
body tense, as if saying "fight".  Julie still looked
shocked, and worried about Dan and Shane.  Jason
seemed embarrassed, and didn't know what to say or do,
not wanting to step into this minefield of family
emotions and problems.

"Shane, your mom and I love you, you know that.  We'll
always love you, whatever you do. I think you're wrong
to throw away your future on this football thing,
instead of buckling down and getting a place at a good
university... But you've got to learn from your own
mistakes, and we'll always be here for you.  I can't
say I like the idea of you being so openly homosexual,
but I want you to be happy... And if that's the way
you are, son, then that's it:  I don't love you any
the less, and you must know that....."

Shane rushed over to Dan and threw his arms around his
neck, and it seemed to me he was on the verge of tears
as he whispered "Dad... Dad.....", and then both men
opened their arms to include Julie, who was now openly
weeping.

I looked at Jason, who was still standing there, as if
frozen.  "So welcome to the club, Jason....", I said,
trying to find something to say.  "I guess we'll be
seeing a lot of you around here now..."

Dan broke off from the family hug.  "There's only one
thing, Shane.... I won't have you sleeping with Jason
in this house!"

"Dad, you're just fucking prejudiced.... All this love
stuff, and when it matters, it's all a load of
bullshit...."

I could see Dan about to blaze in anger again, but he
made heroic efforts to cool it.  "No, Shane, it's not.
 Your mother and I do love you.  But you're not
sleeping with Jason in this house - your room is right
next to ours, and the walls in these old places are
thin...."

"But dad, we're lovers....  And Jason lives in a tiny
flat with his mom and dad, there isn't room there...."

"You heard me!  Not in this house, OK?"

I stepped forward.  "It's OK, Shane - when you and
Jason want to be together, you can use my place."

"But what about you, Steve?"

"Oh, it's OK - I'll kick one of the slaves out of his
bed, and sleep in the barn with them.  It's no big
deal - well, not occasionally, anyway... Didn't you
say Jason's going up to uni soon, so it will only be
weekends and stuff then? And your father and I are
away at shows most of the times like that.  Just let
me know, and I'll make sure there slaves put clean
sheets on the bed!"

Well, it all seemed to go OK for the rest of the day -
Shane and Jason hung around the place exercising, all
of us had lunch together, then Shane and Jason and me
went over to the barn and watched the football on TV
with the slaves, with Andy giving his usual
comprehensive commentary.  Shane did start to argue
with him about some obscure point of tactics, and Andy
even forgot that he was a slave to go as so far as to
snap at Shane "So what the fuck do you know about it,
anyway?"    After the match was over we all had a good
laugh when Shane said quietly to Andy "Actually, I
know a lot about it.  I'm going to join the Manchelsea
Junior squad next week...."

Andy looked totally gobsmacked, and spluttered "You're
bullshitting...."

"Andy!  Watch your fucking manners!  You're a slave,
remember?", I snapped at him.  "How dare you question
a free man like that!  But it is true - master Shane
is going off to Manchelsea, at least for a trial."

Shane and Jason wandered off after the match - I think
they were a bit shy still of being seen to be
"together" in company, especially the company of so
many strong, clearly masculine men.  I'd kind of
assumed Jason would go home that night, and I was
pretty tired myself so I let Joe sleep in his own bed,
and went to my own alone.  I lay there, naked under
the cool sheets, thinking about Shane and Jason and
how lucky they were to be able to live the lives they
wanted to, unlike how I'd been at their age.  I had
just decided that I was never going to be able to get
to sleep until I'd done something about my erection,
when there was a knock at the door.

I suppose having been a slave makes you less concerned
for your own nakedness, as it never occurred to me to
pull anything on as I padded across to the outer door,
to find Shane and Jason standing there.  "You said
that if we wanted a bed, Steve....."

I motioned for them to come in, and I realised at once
that Jason was staring at my hard cock as it jutted
out from me.  I felt a bit embarrassed, actually, and
I can't really explain why that was:  after all, we
were three men together, and I had been disturbed late
at night in my own room - it ought to have been
perfectly natural.  But perhaps it was having this
handsome eighteen year old looking so intently at me,
and eighteen year old who, if he had been a slave, I
wouldn't have hesitated to have fucked.

Shane noticed this "atmosphere" at once, and kind of
laughed.  Pointing down at my cock, he asked "Have we
disturbed something....?"

"Oh no, I'd decided to have a night without a slave in
my bed.  So you're welcome to it - do you want clean
sheets?  I think the domestic slaves changed them this
morning anyway and I've only been in there about an
hour...."

"No, it's OK - Jase and me are going to be making so
much sweat that a bit of yours there already won't
matter.  But are you sure this is OK?"

"Yes - I'll turn one of the slaves out from his bed in
the barn, as I said.  It's absolutely no problem...."

Without a touch of embarrassment, Shane  put his hand
behind Jason's head and pulled it towards his own, and
kissed the lad full on the lips, then I could see his
tongue getting to work as the kiss turned to a sensual
exchange.  He broke off after what seemed like a long
time, and said calmly "OK, Jase, strip off and get
into bed...."

Jason looked at me, and hesitated.  "Get a move on!
Don't mind Steve - he's seen more blokes naked than
you've had hot dinners...."

It was really interesting to see Jason strip - he had
one of those long, lean bodies that are not overly
muscled but where there's no trace of fat at all.  He
wasn't tanned, and there was a suggestion of hidden
strength in his long limbs as he pulled his
long-sleeved T off, then fumbled around allowing his
jeans to slip to the floor.  Actually, I like men with
a bit of hair on, and Jason had a pleasing little
thicket on his chest, and a straggly trail running
past his navel to disappear into the top of his grey
cotton briefs - briefs that were stretched at the
front, suggesting a cock that would certainly be in
proportion to the rest of him.

He went across and slipped into my bed, pulling the
covers over him, and lay there as Shane stripped off.
As he did so, Shane called out "Jase, you know what I
said last night!  I don't care how you go to bed
normally, but when you're with me I want to feel all
of you against me, so get those fucking briefs off,
mate!"

Jason looked at him, and then did that sort of
shuffling motion that blokes do in bed when they're
trying to take their underpants off when they're lying
down.  His arm emerged from under the sheets and
dropped the grey cotton on to the floor.  Andy,
totally naked now, strode over to my bed and I just
couldn't help admiring the sheer physicality of the
hard, very pronounced muscularity of his bum.  He
pulled the sheet right off, so Jason was totally
exposed to me as he lay on his back, and I saw that
the trail of hair that has been so interesting as it
crossed his belly almost exploded into a  huge mass of
very black, very curly pubes - a mass that made
Jason's cock at first sight look small, whereas it was
in fact perfectly in proportion to the long, lankiness
of the rest of him.

"Shane....", Jason protested.

"Oh don't mind Steve - as I said, he's seen more
blokes naked than you've had hot dinners.  But I
wanted him to take a look at you....".  Turning to me,
he went on "I've been trying to persuade Jason to trim
his pubes as I think this lot it almsot grotesque, and
spoils his look.... Don't you agree?"

"Jason's not a slave, Shane!  It doesn't matter what
he looks like."

"Well it matters to me - I like to see a bloke's cock
properly.  And when I feel his balls, I want the
warmth of his skin in my hand, not some mass of hair!
I keep telling him it would be fun for me to trim him,
and then to shave his balls.... And his arse, for that
matter.... But he won't let me."

"...And I've told you, Shane, that I'm not going to",
Jason added.  "All the rest of the team would laugh at
me when I was in the showers after a match.... It's
bad enough as it is, with the whole school now knowing
that we fuck...."

"Tell him, Steve.... Tell him what he's missing!  You
trim your pubes and shave your balls, I can see....."

I laughed.  "But that's only because I used to be on
show - I won a lot of trophies, remember?  And habits
die hard.  But it's a personal kind of thing - you
need to work it out for yourselves.... And what about
you, Shane?  Aren't you going to do the same, so that
when Jason licks you or nuzzles you he doesn't get
hairs in his teeth...?"

Shane gave a sort of shrug.  He clearly didn't want to
debate that, and instead threw off the rest of his
clothes and bounded across the room to almost hurl
himself down on top of Jason.  I felt so completely
jealous - these two young lads were going to have a
night of amazing fun and excitement, something I'd
never been able to do when I was their age.  I wanted
to stay and watch, to see them begin to kiss, and
stroke and then go on to fuck, but Shane saw me and
called out "OK, Steve.... We're not ready to give a
public show, you know..... Off you go....."
And so I left.

In the barn, Joe and Andy were snuggled up together -
Joe was awake and saw me immediately, but Andy was
deep asleep, his arms draped around Joe's neck and his
body lying almost on top of the big man.  Before Joe
could do or say anything I'd made the couple of
strides over to the bed and pulled back the covers,
and slapped Andy's bony arse.  He woke up with a
start.

"OK, Andy - go and find somewhere else to sleep - I'm
with Joe for the rest of the night."

He stumbles to his feet, rubbing his eyes as I think
he must have been going through one of those
interludes of deep sleep, and went off down the barn.
I lay down beside Joe, feeling the slightly sweaty
skin where Andy had been pressed against him, he
curled his arm around me, and I pulled the covers over
us.  It felt good to be close to him, and I even
vaguely apologised.  "Sorry about that, Joe, but my
need is greater than Andy's - Shane and his mate have
had my bed, as master Dan doesn't like them shagging
in the house..."

"Don't worry, Steve!   Once Andy's woken up - he's a
really deep sleeper - I reckon we'll hear some
fireworks from whoever he picks.   He's had his eye on
the new slave you bought last week, and has been
itching to get his cock up the bloke - it's only
because he always sleeps with me when you're not using
me...."

"Is that how you think of it, Joe?  That I'm 'using'
you?"

Joe was quiet for a moment to two.  "Steve, I'm a
slave, you know that.  And when you want to, you fuck
me.  I love Andy, Steve, and I'd much rather be with
him, there's no denying that.... And I reckon you are
'using' me as you'd much rather be with someone else,
wouldn't you?"

My heart skipped a beat, as I realised that Joe knew
about Dan.  And we'd thought we'd been keeping it a
real secret.

"It's the difference between making  love, and having
sex, I suppose.  We all do it, don't we, Joe? We're
men, after all.  And a man's needs aren't always
capable of being satisfied by one bloke...."

"You're right about that, Steve.  Look at Andy - I
only want to be with him, and yet the moment he can,
he's off...."

"He's young, Joe - eighteen now, isn't it?  You've got
to expect that.  A man is trying out all the stuff he
likes at that age.  But if I don't need you tomorrow,
he'll be back, won't he?  You can't make him come and
sleep with you, after all: he must want to..."

I felt so sorry for Joe as an older man so clearly
besotted with a young bloke, that  I said all this to
try to make him feel better.   Joe thought for a
moment.  "I suppose that's right.  I could force him
to sleep with me of course, be he seems willing
enough.  And he does need to exercise that cock of
his, like all young lads do... He doesn't get a chance
with me, after all..."

"...because you're always up his scrawny arse!", I
laughed.  "Really, Joe, with all these real muscled
guys in the barn to choose from, I can't understand
why you fuck young Andy whenever you can."

Joe shifted slightly in the bed, and his hand, which
had been resting on my cock in that companionable way
that a long-time lover's can, began to stroke me
gently to a full erection.  "You're avoiding the
question, Joe...", I murmured a few moments later as I
bit into the soft skin of his neck.  "You think that
if I get really aroused I won't ask you why you like
fucking Andy...."

"You're right,.... sir.  And I won't ask you why you
like fucking me!  There are, as you say, a lot of
other really handsome well-muscled guys here in the
barn...."

Just at that moment we heard the unmistakable sounds
of vigorous fucking beginning, with the slap of skin
against skin, and the shouts and cries of pain and
ecstasy sounding as if they were being muffled.

"Andy's away, then....", Joe smiled.  "The trouble is
that he's so eager, and impatient - well, the first
time he cums, at least - and he's not strong enough to
really force the face of one of those strong studs
right down into the mattress.... So we'll have to put
up with their noise....."

Joe carried on stroking me, and bent his head to tease
and even bite my nips, and I began to writhe in
ecstasy.  Then more noise began, and Joe whispered
"He's woken up some of the others now, and they al
want to do it rather than just lying and wanking....."

"Me, too, Joe..... It's got me excited as well...."

"Steve, be gentle with me.... Please....."

Joe saw me looking at him, and added, seeming to be
almost embarrassed "I wasn't expecting you to fuck me
tonight, Steve, so I'm not lubed or anything.  And
when you get started, you're a bit like Andy - kind of
impatient, to get right in.... No one would ever think
you weren't still in your prime...."

I bit down on his nip now, causing him to give a
little shriek and a laugh.  "Now you've really asked
for it, Joe!  Let's see what a couple of older blokes
can do....."

It was nice, actually, just to have a bout of really
good fucking with a body I knew well and which
responded in the ways Joe knew I liked.  It was just
sex, of course, not like I did with Dan, but then you
wouldn't expect it to be the same, would you?  Dan's
body was nowhere near as good as Joe's, but when I was
fucking Dan we were lovers.  Joe and I were, well,
just buddies, that's the nearest thing I could say.
But not even that, really, as he was my slave.  Still,
there's nothing like a good fuck to make you sleep, is
there?  And perhaps we worry too much about this
"love" stuff - a good fuck is not a bad substitute for
some of it.

The next morning Joe and I showered with the slaves,
and I have to say that the one Andy had clearly been
with was a real stunner - although he was in his mid
twenties he seemed to know that Andy was "the boss"
when it came to sex, and he stood there amongst all
the others really taking care of Andy, soaping his
back, and even going down on his knees to soap Andy's
cock and arse.  He was getting some good humoured
ribbing from some of the others, and Andy seemed to be
revelling in this as he must otherwise have felt a bit
embarrassed amongst all these lusty men with his
thinner, scrawny body.  I suppose he got much the same
thrill from being seen to be "on top" of this bloke as
 he did when he won an agility race.

I wrapped a towel loosely around me afterwards, not of
course because I'm ashamed of what I've got, but
because it's a bit easier to hide the start of an
erection, and strode the length of the barn and went
in to my room.  Shane and Jason were still asleep,
completely intertwined with each other and with their
heads close together. I pulled the sheets off them,
and that pang of jealousy went through me again as I
saw how they'd contrived to be cock-to-cock.  And
they'd evidently had an epic night, as the bed was a
wreck - there were cum stains everywhere on the
sheets, and they were all crumpled and creased.   It
was such a temptation, of course, and  I couldn't
resist it - I slapped both their bums to get them
awake, and then stood there pulling my own clothes on
as they kind of scuttled around trying, vainly, to
hide their morning hard-ons from me.

End OF Part Twenty Four