Date: Wed, 20 Dec 2000 21:08:46 -0000
From: John Courtney <jc23a@eircom.net>
Subject: The Household

DISCLAIMER; This is an adult male story with scenes of spanking and sex
between consenting male adults. If you find this type of activity immoral
or offensive please press the BACK button on your browser now.

The characters in this story have names but they do not refere to anybody
who has that name in reality. If your name appears, I apologise but as I do
not know anybody of that name it is not you thatI am writing about!

Comments etc. to jc23a@hotmail.com

EPILOGUE Things continued like that for a few more months. William and
James had their usual sessions until Friday, Robbie brought a selection of
different blokes home on different nights and fucked them until he got
tired of them. Roy and Peter became a very happy couple and got along with
each other very well. There was an orgy on birthdays and long weekends with
Daniel, Nick and Kenneth staying over. Kenneth split up with Lisa and
drifted in and out of short-term relationships. Nick and Daniel struck up a
good friendship and sometimes stayed in the fourth bedroom of William's
house but never more than one night at a time. Nobody ever broke the rules
agreed that day (unfortunately!)

Peter and Roy kept themselves more and more to themselves. Eventually they
moved out. They went to Dublin for Saint Patrick's Day and Roy met up with
a couple of blokes that were in care with him. They were working in a big
computer place just west of the city and had a house in a quiet housing
estate a few miles away from where they worked. Roy and Peter moved in with
them and Roy got a job with an internet bank and Peter took a part-time job
in a small printing firm. He didn't have time to do much more than that as
he had to keep house for three lazy, untidy tops who were all trained in by
Byron!

Simon came over on a surprise visit in late April. He had got sick of Byron
and his humours so he just upped and left. He went to William's place first
and James gave him the address to contact Roy, William provided the
air-fare. Simon's arse was in a bad way when he got there, the bruising was
quite severe. Everybody thought that the damage was permanent but after a
week or so it started to clear up a bit. Keith, one of Roy's two friends,
took Simon under his wing and they started up a good relationship. Peter
got a hand out with the housework as well!

Roy never used a paddle on Peter after their visit to Byron's place (see
why in Chapter 19) In fact, as their relationship matured they became just
like an ordinary boring, run-of the-mill couple. Roy can still keep it up
all night, he's twenty now so he hopes to be able to maintain that skill
for a few years more. Peter hopes so as well. Roy still gets off on light
bondage and jockstraps - but overall the relationship is quite tame now and
Peter makes an excellent housewife!

William still gets his kicks out of football kits and spanking - but then,
that's William for you! And James is no better! Some of the sport shops in
Dublin have been selling replica shirts for five pounds and the shorts for
three pounds recently so Peter bought a load of them for William and James'
first anniversary next August. (He's such a cheapskate!)

Roy's other friend, Johnny, spent most of his time downloading porn off the
internet. It was his idea to get Roy to write the story about what happened
in Manchester. Johnny had an alternative style of sex-life. Apart from
asking Peter for the occasional blow-job he spent most of his time trying
to seduce any foreign technicians that came to work at the computer plant -
he was successful enough as well. He got the nickname 'Whole of the World'
within the house because of his ability to 'get his hole' (an Irish synonym
for having sex!) from so many different nationalities.

On the May bank holiday, the whole group was in Dublin for a drink and
Byron managed to get through to Simon on his mobile. He was screaming
hysterically and the whole group laughed at him when they heard his
roars. His voice was still screaming lisped abuse when Simon dropped the
phone over the quayside into the river Liffey. Byron never got to meet
William (yet!)

And there ends the story - you see, the author now lives in Ireland and
life in the Manchester Household is part of history now (and you have to go
to a pagan place like the UK to get up to the kind of things that happened
in this story) - until next October that is, when a reunion has been
arranged to celebrate William's thirty-fifth birthday. Keith, Johnny and
Simon have been invited as well but Byron is not on the guest list. He's
probably still screaming at the mullets in the Liffey.

Thank you for reading this far in the story - I hoped you enjoyed reading
it as much as I enjoyed exaggerating it!

See you!

John - aka Roy

Writing from somewhere in County Kildare