Date: Mon, 20 Sep 1999 09:32:47 +1200 From: nivision@manawatu.gen.nz Subject: Testing Times replacement Part 5 final. Testing Times Part 5. It was mid-morning on Wednesday when Roger received a call from a distressed and worried Mario. Peter had severe influenza which had seriously affected his voice and he was unable to appear that night. Roger would be required to take his place. Could he spend the afternoon with him to practise his role as Nadir before tonight's performance. An excited but apprehensive Roger nervously agreed. He promised to be with him at one o'clock. Roger felt cold with shock realising at the same time that here was his great opportunity. He had things to do quickly: see his boss for time off; ring Philip to tell him about the situation. He felt sorry for Peter but excited at the thought of taking his place. Philip was thrilled at the turn of events and was able to tell Toby when he saw him at lunch. "I know Alex will be pleased for he tells me Roger has a fine voice. He'd hoped an opportunity would arise for him to take the role." "How did the dressing room visit go?" asked Philip. Toby hesitated for a minute. "Well I'm still wondering how it happened. We liked each other so much I invited him home for coffee. I'm not sure how but we ended up in bed." "I guess the chemistry was right. I'm glad you've found someone who you like so much." "He's special. I believe he likes me too. I'll be at the opera again tonight. Roger replacing Peter, is an even more important reason to be there" Alex already knew about the change and was delighted Roger was to take Peter's role. He reassured Philip he would help Roger. Knowing Roger to be a good actor who played the part with conviction, he was confident Roger would be fine. After an intense tutoring session consisting of stage movement, gesture and quiet reading the words for inflection, emphasis, pause, Mario took Roger to the theatre and into Peter's dressing room. The make-up artist was already there and soon applied make-up to Roger's face. Brian and Florence called by to wish him well and promised support. Remembering the trauma of their first performances, they were most encouraging. As they were leaving, Alex appeared. "Have they given you new costumes?" "They have and they fit fairly well, but I did not manage to get a g-string from home." "I thought that might happen so here's one of mine." He handed a g-string to Roger as he unwound his loin cloth to replace his briefs. "Good luck. Forget the audience. Just play the role as if you mean it, and you'll be right." Roger, left alone, nervously waited the final overture and beginners call from the intercom - the warning that the opera was about to begin. All too soon he heard the announcement and left for the wings. The overture began. Members of the ballet waited nearby. Sam touched his arm and wished him good luck. Philip anxiously watched for Roger's entrance. He was thrilled when he saw his impressive figure emerge from the `forest`. Roger began to sing "Je crois entendre encore" - I think I still hear the voice. The slow, yearning melody, remembered his love for Leila. It immediately captured the audience. As he was greeted by his friend Zurga and they recalled the past, the famous duet "Au font du temple saint" - In the depths of the temple - followed. As the music swelled with the voices in perfect harmony, Roger's high notes soared dramatically, reaching everyone. The stunningly beautiful and emotional singing of the lovely melody held everyone spellbound. As the last notes faded, the audience erupted. The applause, deafening, as it expressed delight in an extraordinary rendition. Roger had convincingly sung, showing a strong affection for his friend. At the end he kissed Alex on the lips. That was certainly not in the stage instructions. Philip was moved; his eyes were moist The performance proceeded without a hitch. Roger's confidence growing all the time. When he and Florence sang the great love duet "Dieu puissant le voila", Philip was astonished for it was so passionate and convincing. Again it brought down the house, with the audience enthusiastically showing its appreciation. Even Florence seemed to be bewildered by Roger's ardour. Philip became more relieved as he watched the sustained quality of an excellent delivery. By the end of the opera, he wondered how Roger had managed to perform so confidently. He was magnificent, every inch a professional. The final curtain closed on the incessant roar of an enthusiastic and appreciative audience. As each soloist appeared, they received enthusiastic recognition. When Roger appeared they went wild. This understudy had excelled in his first performance and they knew it. They demanded his repeat acknowledgment so that some dozen recalls left no doubt as to who was the favourite. Roger at last escaped to his dressing unable to believe the reception he had got. The deafening applause stunned him. He was intoxicated by the feelings of success. Each of the soloists told him he had been terrific and congratulated him. It was slow progress to his dressing room as members of the chorus and ballet stopped him to express their delight with his performance. He was emotionally drained, the strain causing him to weep. The sheer joy of his success totally overwhelmed him. As he sobbed, the door opened. He was unaware anyone had entered until arms embraced him. Alex! "You were wonderful. We are all astounded at your performance. Florence reckons you sang as if you wanted to seduce her. She's relieved you're gay. When you sang our duet, I know you wanted to seduce me." He laughed. Roger lifted his tear-stained, make-up-caked face and joined him. Mario rushed in and embraced him. "Wonderful, just wonderful. I am so proud of you, for you gave the performance something special." He kissed Roger on both cheeks. Philip, with Grant and Toby, appeared as Mario left. More hugs and kisses, even from Toby. "Man. you were really great," said Philip. There were so many callers that Roger had problems removing his make-up, showering and dressing. As they drove home, weary Roger lay against Alex. All he wanted was bed and sleep. Grant opened the door as he heard the car in the drive. Alex said to him, "Would you mind if I slept with you tonight? This has been a very special night for Roger and Philip and they should be together." Grant could see Roger was emotionally drained. "Please do, that couple need each other." Philip hurried to join Roger in bed. As they lay together, he embraced him before realising Roger was already asleep. He hugged him, overjoyed at his success. Next morning the phone wakened Philip. Rupert, very excited, blurted out . "Have you seen the special press review in this morning's paper? Listen." He began to read. "'A new star is discovered. A remarkable voice amazed last night's audience. Who is this Roger Evans? His fresh, dramatic performance as Nadir was outstanding.' This calls for a celebration. Next Sunday afternoon I want you all to come to a garden party at my home." Philip had no sooner accepted than he heard Roger calling him back to bed. "That was Rupert telling me you're today's big news. There's a special rave review in this morning's paper. God man, I'm proud of you." He hugged Roger, who snuggled into him. "And I love you more than ever," Roger replied. They were loath to get up but work still demanded obligations. Sleepy eyed, Alex appeared. "Grant is a sexual athlete. It's great to be young and have such an appetite for sex. I'm exhausted, and now he wants me to sleep with him and Mike. That would be too demanding. If it's alright, I'd like to spend a quiet night with you before Saturday's performance." Philip grinned. "That's fine. You might want to celebrate with them after the final show. That's OK so long as you're fit enough to attend Rupert's garden party on Sunday afternoon." "That's a great idea. I'll be fine. Do you think I could bring Toby?" "I'm sure Rupert would be only too pleased." That morning at the factory, Roger had trouble getting any work done. Visitors and phone calls constantly interrupted him. Even the general manager phoned to congratulate him. When he went to the canteen for lunch, everyone stood up and, to his embarrassment, cheered. Toby sat beside him. "We've had a lot of trouble getting seats for Saturday. The theatre's sold out. Let's hope Peter hasn't recovered. You were wonderful last night. Alex told me that he could hardly believe what was happening, you were so good." During the evening Mario phoned to say Peter was unlikely to recover by Saturday. Roger should prepare to take his role again. Because the production director wanted to correct some aspects of his acting, would he call at the studio tomorrow morning? Roger agreed. Mario and the director spent some time improving expression and mannerisms until they felt Roger had mastered the acting aspects of the role. "We want you to retain the kiss you give Zurga. That clinched the sentiment of the duet." Mario grinned, "You love that guy more than a little, yes?" Roger blushed without denying it. Saturday night was charged with the expectation of another special performance. This time Roger felt more confident and relaxed. Standing, waiting in the wings, other soloists joined Roger. "Make it another winner," said Brian. "And you can make love to me any time," added Florence. "That was beautiful." Philip with Mike and Grant could only get seats in the upper circle. Even Rupert and his friends had to accept less expensive and more cramped seating. Excitedly, everyone anticipated Roger's performance. It could not have been better. Each artist seemed to be challenged to give their best. Many arias were show stoppers with some having to be partly repeated. Roger again caused a storm of acclamation. He was everybody's darling The clearly appreciated. now famous kiss was considered appropriate. The audience love it, especially the gays who greeted it with wild cheering. At the final curtain, the bouquets were presented. The principals were recalled again and again, the audience festooning the stage with flowers thrown from the stalls and dress circle. Then each of the soloists turned to Roger to express their congratulations. Florence kissed his cheek, Brian and Mario shook his hand but finally Alex hugged him then pressed his lips to Roger's for a few moments. The audience went wild, cheering madly. Philip, Mike and Grant were overcome with emotion and were wiping their eyes. There were also many moist eyes on stage. Reluctantly the audience let them leave. No sooner had Roger removed his make-up, showered and climber into his track suit, than Alex came into his dressing room followed by Brian, Florence, Mario, Sam and Rex. He was carrying a magnum of Champagne and glasses. "Your entry into opera must be celebrated. We must drink to your future," he said. Alone again, Roger wondered what he should do with the bouquets and flowers that filled his dressing room when Philip and the boys arrived. "Take as many of these as you can," he said pointing to the flowers and follow me." With arms filled with bouquets and flowers, they followed him to the dressing room of the women of the chorus and knocked. "Are you decent?" he said when a soprano opened the door. "We are." Much to their delight, Roger divided half the flowers among the ladies. The other half he took to the men's dressing room. This time they walked in without knocking. Many were naked. They were surprised at his gesture and accepted the remainder of the presentation flowers. "I guess we won't see you back with the chorus!" said one young guy, looking disappointed. Before leaving, Philip asked Toby to come for supper. Philip and the boys arrived home first. Because Alex and Roger had not eaten they began preparing a meal of grilled chicken breasts and salad. Finally, Toby arrived and joined them in the kitchen. "I've asked Alex to come home with me tonight. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all," said Philip. "I hope it'll be a night of passionate love for you." Toby looked embarrassed "We know Alex and you are mutually attracted. Show him how you feel about him and remember that he needs you too." Philip produced white wine to go with the meal. Alex and Toby left as soon as they had eaten. "Remember, we are expected at Rupert's tomorrow afternoon," said Philip as they were about to depart. "Rupert expects you to wear your costumes, for he intends to make opera the theme of the function. He suggested we might like to wear whatever appeals to our sense of opera. The boys want to be Egyptian slaves. You can guess why!" Rupert's house stood at the front of a very large and spacious landscaped garden. Low box hedges separated beds of colourful annuals. Several large shady trees stood along the edge of immaculate lawns. Under the trees were wooden benches positioned so that vistas of the colourful avenues could be appreciated. Garden statues and pots filled with brightly coloured flowers stood at focal points. Philip noticed three colourful striped awnings sheltered the refreshments. Familiar opera melodies were coming from hidden speakers. Already many had arrived, some obviously members of the cast as they were dressed in loin cloths like Roger. It looked like a fancy dress party with most of the guys wearing very brief costumes or togas. Mike and Grant had on Egyptian breech cloths and Philip wore a toga. Many were bright, even gaudy costumes, some unstintingly flamboyant. There were soldiers and peasants, many exposing a very great deal of flesh. Many of the women wore magnificent gowns. The brown bodies identified the cast from "The Pearl Fishers'" chorus and ballet. Philip saw Alex in his gorgeous costume with a Toreador he recognised as Toby. Roger was surprised to see so many there. He recognised most of the cast, management and directors as well as many involved with the local musical scene. The gay fraternity were numerous and had obviously seized the opportunity to wear flamboyant and risqu‚ costumes. Someone touched his arm and Roger turned to find Peter at his elbow. "I must tell you how much I appreciate you stepping in for me. I'm told you were first class and provided an outstanding performance. Congratulations. I hope you'll be offered more opportunities." "Thank you. I hope I did justice to the role," said a grateful Roger. "I'm sorry your ill health caused difficulties, although it did provide me with a wonderful opportunity. For that I'm grateful. I'm glad you're here, although I notice your voice hasn't fully recovered. The opera was a success and I hope you enjoy these celebrations." He was relieved Peter was not jealous of his success. Florence appeared, and after some general pleasantries, whisked Peter off to meet some friends. Roger walked over to Alex and Toby who were the centre of attention from many members of the chorus. Toby broke away to join Roger. "I hoped to see you here. I've some important news for you. Alex and I have been getting on so well that we have decided to live together." Roger's eyes lit up and his smile showed that he was delighted. "I'm so glad. I sensed that you were attracted to each other. I hoped it might become a special friendship. Because Alex will be away so much, will you see much of him?" "We've discussed that and, regardless, Alex wants to make his home with me. A base to return to between engagements whenever possible." Alex joined them. "Has Toby given you the good news? I'm a very happy man. Even though we've known each other for such a short time, I believe our fondness for each other is growing fast." Roger hugged Alex and kissed him. "I'm truly delighted and hope you'll be very happy together." Roger turned to Toby. "We're family now! I'll show you too how much I wish you the same." He embraced Toby and kissed his lips. Surprisingly, Toby returned his kiss. Alex was claimed by Mario and he and Toby reluctantly left Roger. Sam caught Roger's arm and lead him to a group of guys from the ballet talking to Rex. He was introduced to several very attractive young men who soon acknowledged that they also were gay. They included Roger in their teasing about each other's sexual prowess. "By the bulge in your jock strap," said Roger to Trevor, whose skimpy loin cloth frequently disclosed his crotch, "you'd be like a stallion in bed." "He is," said Rex laughingly. "All the guys know if he leaps into their bed they are in for a wild ride. His leaps into bed are as high as those when he dances." The others nodded in agreement. Trevor's eyes were clamped to Roger's torso. "I wonder how well hung you are? Your loin cloth covers too much. Will I ever know?" he said longingly. Roger laughed, "You never know when an opportunity might allow you to find out." After further banter Roger joined Philip who was with Mario. "Mario is asking me how serious your interest is in singing," said Philip. "Yes, I want to know whether you're interested in professional opportunities. Is your training at the conservatorium only out of personal interest or is it to make you a first-class artist. You showed us all how good you are, and I believe with hard work, you could become a professional singer." "Am I really that good? Should I seriously consider a musical career?" "You do have an exceptional voice, well worthy of the serious training you're giving it. You could try for more opportunities in opera and the like." Roger looked at Philip as he replied to Mario. "I need to think this over with my partner and examine how it would affect our lives." "Will you call me once you have given it some thought. Don't delay your decision for I would like to hear from you soon." Mario left them to join Rupert. Philip put his arm around Roger's waist. "I'll support you whatever you decide." "I know that but I want to talk about this at home." Philip gave him a squeeze to signify his understanding. The party was proving a great success. The wine and refreshments seemed to never end. Eventually, the crowd began to dwindle and those remaining became increasingly merry. By five, most of the guests had left including all of the women. Those who remained had gathered around the swimming pool, sitting in groups at the metal tables At one, Roger talked to the boys from the ballet which included Trevor. At another were Alex and Toby with Mario, Rupert and his friends. They were all very much affected by their over indulgence in the free-flowing wine. Trevor climbed on top of the table removed his loin cloth and jock strap, and with hands on his hips, gyrated, thrusting his crotch into their faces. A cheer went up from the others. Roger was amused when he saw others stand and do the same six naked guys flaunting their genitals, competing for superiority. There were more cheers. Next thing some of them seized Trevor and threw him into the pool. Roger quickly stood and removed his loin cloth and g-string and dived in, grabbing the spluttering Trevor. "Are you alright? You're too drunk to be swimming. Those guys are stupid." Trevor grabbed him as if he needed support. Roger held him as he kicked his way to the side of the pool. He wondered whether any help was really necessary when he felt Trevor fondling his cock and balls. "You're well hung. We make a good pair. He took Roger's hand and placed it over his own crotch. Roger could feel a massive erection. He gave his cock a pull. "Yes please, shall we have fun? He did not get an answer. The others were now in the pool. surrounding Roger and Trevor. They dived beneath the water grabbing the nearest genitals. The thrashing arms and legs, the emerging and disappearing torsos, often with a hand on the genitals, created a confusion of action in the churning, crashing water. "This looks like fun," said Alex, "shall we join them?" He and Toby stripped and dived in, followed by others, until the crowded pool became a maelstrom of gyrating contortionists trying to grasp slippery eels. Philip managed to hold his grip on a hard rod and wrapped his arm around the squirming body, dragging it to a quieter end of the pool. He turned him around to discover Toby. Philip hugged him. To his delight, Toby returned his embrace. "At last we've got what we want," said Philip. "How right you are. Between you and Alex, I'm completely out of the closet." Toby grinned. "You feel magnificent." He gave Philip's cock a squeeze and began to pump it. Philip did the same to Toby's thick rod, more energetically, hugging Toby so that he could not escape. He began to climax and shot a geyser of cum. He flogged Toby faster until he also climaxed with a scream. They held each other around the waist as they turned to watch the chaotic scene. Two guys from the ballet lifted Roger, one placed Roger's legs over his shoulders while the other held him so that his head was resting on his shoulder as he lay on his back. Roger's erect cock pointed to the sky, firmly rigid. Another couple lifted Trevor likewise, but face down. They held him so that his face was over Roger's cock, which he then swallowed. Others massaged and caressed both of them as Trevor's mouth worked on Roger's cock Roger's arms thrashed the water as, with a yell, he ejaculated, squirming so much that more help was needed to hold him. Laughing and shouting, they dunked him. "I've an extraordinary feeling of liberation," said Toby. "Through you I've got to know so many gay guys, and now Alex. We seem to be mutually attracted and enjoy each other's company so much that we have decided to live together. You'll be able to see Alex whenever he's free from engagements." "It couldn't have worked out better," Philip replied. "I know Roger will be pleased for he is fond of Alex. He's helped him so much." Alex appeared beside them, splashing them both. "Have you had enough, do you want to go home?" he asked Toby. Toby moved close to him, placing his arm around his waist. "As soon as you like." He turned to Philip "Now you'll be able to return to your usual life style for we both have someone special to love." Alex turned to Philip. "Staying with you and Roger has been wonderful. It not only made the period of the show less stressful, it also enabled me to meet a guy who is becoming increasingly special for me." He hugged Philip then kissed him. "I know I've made some great friends whom I hope never to lose." "You won't, Roger. I feel the same about you and we expect you and Toby to visit often." The three guys left the pool followed by Roger when he saw them move. In the quietness of home, Roger and Philip discussed Mario's challenge about his musical future without coming to a firm decision. Philip was careful not to influence him. The next day at the factory, Philip was surprised to receive a phone call from George, seeking an appointment. When he arrived later that afternoon, Philip noticed he was slow to introduce the reason for his visit. "I'm extremely grateful to you for providing Grant with a home and supporting him during the past few weeks," he said. "It's helped me to adjust, to accept Grant's sexuality. My wife and I would like Grant to come home so we can be a family again." "Are you certain you can really love him again? Can you accept his gayness and his gay friends? He's a fine young man, worthy of his parents." "I know. His mother and I truly love him. I hope he'll forgive me for my unreasonable reaction. Would you help us get together again?" "With all my heart. I'll try to persuade Grant to return home. I'll let you know tomorrow what progress I've made." They were watching television when Philip mentioned that Grant's father had been to see him. He waited for a reaction. It was some time before Grant spoke. "How's my father?" "Fine, but he seems to have changed." "In what way? For the better or is he still homophobic?" "For the better, much better, in fact surprisingly transformed. During your absence he's spent a lot of time examining his attitude towards gays. I believe your mother could have persuaded him to understand your sexuality ." "So? Is he more accepting? Could he accept me as I am?" "I'm sure he can He wants to talk to you. But do you want to talk to him? Grant did not reply for a while and Philip waited for his answer. With some uncertainty he replied. "So he wants to see me. I guess I should. I do love my father and I don't want this rift to last forever." "How about I ask him to call when Roger and I are out? Tomorrow night say. We can call on Alex and Toby while you and your dad talk." George was as much relieved and pleased when Philip told him that Grant wanted to talk to him. He said that he would call that night. When at dinner that night Grant was told that his father would be calling, he was anxious expressing some misgivings that things had really changed. Philip reassured him, advising him to relax. Philip and Roger left for Toby's early and were pleased to find Alex with Toby for Roger wanted an opportunity to talk to him about his musical future. They were both welcomed with a hug and a kiss from Alex. Because Toby was making no such offering, Philip and Roger took the initiative. Immediately Toby returned their expressions of affection, quite passionately. Clearly, Alex and Toby were enjoying each other immensely for small indicators of mutual affection showed from time to time. The conversation flowed easily as they recalled memories of the past eventful week. Roger told them about Mario's concern for his musical progress and of his difficult decision. "It'll mean never-ending hard work. You have to be totally dedicated to a career in music. However, you do have a passion for singing," said Alex. "I realise that. It's the risk of insecurity that makes me hesitate." "I would support you if necessary," Philip said. "Roger, you're a graduate, an engineering technician, so you already have experience and skills which would enable you to return to your vocation should you fail," explained Alex. "If you are a success, your life will be like mine, always on the move, meeting engagements in opera, oratorios and recitals. It's been lonely and I always wanted a partner and a home. I believe I've now found both. But so do you." He looked at Toby. "Why not continue to work while continuing training, and accepting offers to perform. If you could get a scholarship from one of the conservatoriums, I believe you should go for it Why not apply to the Royal College of Music in London, or the Juillard School in New York." "Why not?" added Philip, with emphasis. "After all, if you're not successful, we can always continue with Alex's first suggestion." Roger's nodding head indicated that he liked the idea and said that he would make inquiries at the conservatorium. "Remember Mario's recommendation counts, and, if I can, I would like to help," said Alex. It proved to be an eventful evening. When Philip and Roger returned home they found Grant overjoyed. He rushed into Philip's arms. "Dad wants me to go home. He's changed. It's incredible how much he's changed. We had a long and very emotional talk. Dad says he understands more now and realises my sexuality isn't my choice. He loves me just as much and what's more, accepts my friends." He laughed, "He's even going to get me a double bed so Mike can stay over." Grant grabbed Philip and kissed him again. "You're wonderful. You and Roger have helped to make us a family again. Man you'll never know how grateful I am, and how much I love you both." "What are your plans?" asked Roger. "If it's alright with you, I'll return home tomorrow." "Sure, that'll be fine." "Can I sleep with you one last time. I've such wonderful memories of us all together and there may not be many more opportunities." Philip looked at Roger. "Should he?" "Why not, I know he wants a final fuck." Philip was the first into bed. He watched Roger undress. He feasted his eyes on his very attractive body, his firm muscular arms and legs with thighs that he loved to stroke. He was beautifully proportioned with clearly defined pecs, nipples circled by a few hairs and a flat firm abdomen. His long uncut cock dangled over a sack hanging low, with large balls clearly outlined. "Why the intense examination?" "You're so handsome. You're a vision I want to remember forever. We must never be apart for you are so beautiful." "Maybe you could come with me if I to go overseas. Would you?" "Perhaps I might," Philip replied as a naked Grant entered. "Here comes our sexy Lothario, stripped for action. Look, his rod is already anticipating heavy action. Stand where you are so that I can admire your youthful beauty." "So soon to fade I fear," sighed Roger. Grant struck a pose but soon relaxed when he saw that these guys really were enjoying looking at his naked body. Well built for 18 his thick uncut cock and a heavy sack, surrounded by a thick black bush, proved objects of delight. A small matt of soft fur in the centre of his chest separated well-defined pecs. "Come aboard and service us like the stallion I know you to be," invited Philip. Grant jumped and landed between them. Grabbed immediately, they tickled and caressed him, their fingers finding every orifice and crevasse. Grant wriggled and squirmed and was soon highly excited, his cock rigid. He rolled a condom over his cock and lifted Roger's legs onto his shoulders as he squatted facing him. He raised Roger's buttocks and thrust a well lubricated finger into his puckered arse hole. He then liberally lubricated his cock, spread Roger's buttocks and pressed it into the entrance Slowly his cock entered, easing it in gently, pushing until its full length disappeared. Grant then pinched Roger's nipples as his cock pushed in and out . Philip leant over and engulfed Roger's erect cock in his mouth. He sucked and gently chewed it as well as stroking it with his tongue. Grant pumped faster as his hands kneaded the nipples and breasts. As the intensity of his orgasm grew, his hands became more brutal. Roger also felt a climax approaching and began to squirm. Grant screamed as he ejaculated, his hands gripping Roger's breasts in a vice. Then Roger came with a roar, his cum filling Philip's mouth and spilling onto his balls and pubic bush. Both Grant and Philip continued to fuck and suck until their cocks became flaccid. Roger was exhausted but not Grant. He grabbed Philip, wrapping his legs around his body as he hugged him. He pushed Philip onto his back and readied himself to fuck him. Philip was amazed to see Grant's cock as rigid as before. He felt the pressure of the solid rod slide into his arse. It felt great. Grant grabbed his breasts pinching his nipples as he rode him, ramming his rod hard into him until his balls slapped his buttocks. Grant pulled at his chest hair each time he thrust. Philip felt Roger's mouth enclose his cock, his lips tightly gripping it as he began to massage it with long strokes. As Grant became more energetic, beads of sweat flicked from his face and chest onto Philip's body. Philip began to climax and lifted his pelvis as Grant plunged deeply. They came together and in unison screamed a victory. Grant continued to pump rapidly as he came again and again. As Roger left Philip's cock, Grant flopped on top of Philip and passionately kissed him. His tongue sought Philips as he held him tightly; Roger wrapped his arms around them both. Only the sound of laboured breathing broke the silence. "I told you he was a stallion," said Philip. "No more than us. Do you think we could provide a similar service?" asked Roger. "Maybe later," Philip replied, "I need to recover." They never did fuck Grant for both Roger and Grant were soon asleep. Gently, Philip pulled the covers over them. He thought how appropriate was Grant's final night with them - a celebration of uninhibited sex between special friends. A night never to be forgotten. No doubt he and Roger were now about to pursue new directions in their lives. Philip wondered what those directions might mean for Roger and himself. Sleep denied further speculation. The End. The author invites comments and discussion. E-mail address: nivision@manawatu.gen.nz [ Part 3: "Attached Text" ] Testing Times Part 5. It was mid-morning on Wednesday when Roger received a call from a distressed and worried Mario. Peter had severe influenza which had seriously affected his voice and he was unable to appear that night. Roger would be required to take his place. Could he spend the afternoon with him to practise his role as Nadir before tonight's performance. An excited but apprehensive Roger nervously agreed. He promised to be with him at one o'clock. Roger felt cold with shock realising at the same time that here was his great opportunity. He had things to do quickly: see his boss for time off; ring Philip to tell him about the situation. He felt sorry for Peter but excited at the thought of taking his place. Philip was thrilled at the turn of events and was able to tell Toby when he saw him at lunch. "I know Alex will be pleased for he tells me Roger has a fine voice. He'd hoped an opportunity would arise for him to take the role." "How did the dressing room visit go?" asked Philip. Toby hesitated for a minute. "Well I'm still wondering how it happened. We liked each other so much I invited him home for coffee. I'm not sure how but we ended up in bed." "I guess the chemistry was right. I'm glad you've found someone who you like so much." "He's special. I believe he likes me too. I'll be at the opera again tonight. Roger replacing Peter, is an even more important reason to be there" Alex already knew about the change and was delighted Roger was to take Peter's role. He reassured Philip he would help Roger. Knowing Roger to be a good actor who played the part with conviction, he was confident Roger would be fine. After an intense tutoring session consisting of stage movement, gesture and quiet reading the words for inflection, emphasis, pause, Mario took Roger to the theatre and into Peter's dressing room. The make-up artist was already there and soon applied make-up to Roger's face. Brian and Florence called by to wish him well and promised support. Remembering the trauma of their first performances, they were most encouraging. As they were leaving, Alex appeared. "Have they given you new costumes?" "They have and they fit fairly well, but I did not manage to get a g-string from home." "I thought that might happen so here's one of mine." He handed a g-string to Roger as he unwound his loin cloth to replace his briefs. "Good luck. Forget the audience. Just play the role as if you mean it, and you'll be right." Roger, left alone, nervously waited the final overture and beginners call from the intercom - the warning that the opera was about to begin. All too soon he heard the announcement and left for the wings. The overture began. Members of the ballet waited nearby. Sam touched his arm and wished him good luck. Philip anxiously watched for Roger's entrance. He was thrilled when he saw his impressive figure emerge from the `forest`. Roger began to sing "Je crois entendre encore" - I think I still hear the voice. The slow, yearning melody, remembered his love for Leila. It immediately captured the audience. As he was greeted by his friend Zurga and they recalled the past, the famous duet "Au font du temple saint" - In the depths of the temple - followed. As the music swelled with the voices in perfect harmony, Roger's high notes soared dramatically, reaching everyone. The stunningly beautiful and emotional singing of the lovely melody held everyone spellbound. As the last notes faded, the audience erupted. The applause, deafening, as it expressed delight in an extraordinary rendition. Roger had convincingly sung, showing a strong affection for his friend. At the end he kissed Alex on the lips. That was certainly not in the stage instructions. Philip was moved; his eyes were moist The performance proceeded without a hitch. Roger's confidence growing all the time. When he and Florence sang the great love duet "Dieu puissant le voila", Philip was astonished for it was so passionate and convincing. Again it brought down the house, with the audience enthusiastically showing its appreciation. Even Florence seemed to be bewildered by Roger's ardour. Philip became more relieved as he watched the sustained quality of an excellent delivery. By the end of the opera, he wondered how Roger had managed to perform so confidently. He was magnificent, every inch a professional. The final curtain closed on the incessant roar of an enthusiastic and appreciative audience. As each soloist appeared, they received enthusiastic recognition. When Roger appeared they went wild. This understudy had excelled in his first performance and they knew it. They demanded his repeat acknowledgment so that some dozen recalls left no doubt as to who was the favourite. Roger at last escaped to his dressing unable to believe the reception he had got. The deafening applause stunned him. He was intoxicated by the feelings of success. Each of the soloists told him he had been terrific and congratulated him. It was slow progress to his dressing room as members of the chorus and ballet stopped him to express their delight with his performance. He was emotionally drained, the strain causing him to weep. The sheer joy of his success totally overwhelmed him. As he sobbed, the door opened. He was unaware anyone had entered until arms embraced him. Alex! "You were wonderful. We are all astounded at your performance. Florence reckons you sang as if you wanted to seduce her. She's relieved you're gay. When you sang our duet, I know you wanted to seduce me." He laughed. Roger lifted his tear-stained, make-up-caked face and joined him. Mario rushed in and embraced him. "Wonderful, just wonderful. I am so proud of you, for you gave the performance something special." He kissed Roger on both cheeks. Philip, with Grant and Toby, appeared as Mario left. More hugs and kisses, even from Toby. "Man. you were really great," said Philip. There were so many callers that Roger had problems removing his make-up, showering and dressing. As they drove home, weary Roger lay against Alex. All he wanted was bed and sleep. Grant opened the door as he heard the car in the drive. Alex said to him, "Would you mind if I slept with you tonight? This has been a very special night for Roger and Philip and they should be together." Grant could see Roger was emotionally drained. "Please do, that couple need each other." Philip hurried to join Roger in bed. As they lay together, he embraced him before realising Roger was already asleep. He hugged him, overjoyed at his success. Next morning the phone wakened Philip. Rupert, very excited, blurted out . "Have you seen the special press review in this morning's paper? Listen." He began to read. "'A new star is discovered. A remarkable voice amazed last night's audience. Who is this Roger Evans? His fresh, dramatic performance as Nadir was outstanding.' This calls for a celebration. Next Sunday afternoon I want you all to come to a garden party at my home." Philip had no sooner accepted than he heard Roger calling him back to bed. "That was Rupert telling me you're today's big news. There's a special rave review in this morning's paper. God man, I'm proud of you." He hugged Roger, who snuggled into him. "And I love you more than ever," Roger replied. They were loath to get up but work still demanded obligations. Sleepy eyed, Alex appeared. "Grant is a sexual athlete. It's great to be young and have such an appetite for sex. I'm exhausted, and now he wants me to sleep with him and Mike. That would be too demanding. If it's alright, I'd like to spend a quiet night with you before Saturday's performance." Philip grinned. "That's fine. You might want to celebrate with them after the final show. That's OK so long as you're fit enough to attend Rupert's garden party on Sunday afternoon." "That's a great idea. I'll be fine. Do you think I could bring Toby?" "I'm sure Rupert would be only too pleased." That morning at the factory, Roger had trouble getting any work done. Visitors and phone calls constantly interrupted him. Even the general manager phoned to congratulate him. When he went to the canteen for lunch, everyone stood up and, to his embarrassment, cheered. Toby sat beside him. "We've had a lot of trouble getting seats for Saturday. The theatre's sold out. Let's hope Peter hasn't recovered. You were wonderful last night. Alex told me that he could hardly believe what was happening, you were so good." During the evening Mario phoned to say Peter was unlikely to recover by Saturday. Roger should prepare to take his role again. Because the production director wanted to correct some aspects of his acting, would he call at the studio tomorrow morning? Roger agreed. Mario and the director spent some time improving expression and mannerisms until they felt Roger had mastered the acting aspects of the role. "We want you to retain the kiss you give Zurga. That clinched the sentiment of the duet." Mario grinned, "You love that guy more than a little, yes?" Roger blushed without denying it. Saturday night was charged with the expectation of another special performance. This time Roger felt more confident and relaxed. Standing, waiting in the wings, other soloists joined Roger. "Make it another winner," said Brian. "And you can make love to me any time," added Florence. "That was beautiful." Philip with Mike and Grant could only get seats in the upper circle. Even Rupert and his friends had to accept less expensive and more cramped seating. Excitedly, everyone anticipated Roger's performance. It could not have been better. Each artist seemed to be challenged to give their best. Many arias were show stoppers with some having to be partly repeated. Roger again caused a storm of acclamation. He was everybody's darling The clearly appreciated. now famous kiss was considered appropriate. The audience love it, especially the gays who greeted it with wild cheering. At the final curtain, the bouquets were presented. The principals were recalled again and again, the audience festooning the stage with flowers thrown from the stalls and dress circle. Then each of the soloists turned to Roger to express their congratulations. Florence kissed his cheek, Brian and Mario shook his hand but finally Alex hugged him then pressed his lips to Roger's for a few moments. The audience went wild, cheering madly. Philip, Mike and Grant were overcome with emotion and were wiping their eyes. There were also many moist eyes on stage. Reluctantly the audience let them leave. No sooner had Roger removed his make-up, showered and climber into his track suit, than Alex came into his dressing room followed by Brian, Florence, Mario, Sam and Rex. He was carrying a magnum of Champagne and glasses. "Your entry into opera must be celebrated. We must drink to your future," he said. Alone again, Roger wondered what he should do with the bouquets and flowers that filled his dressing room when Philip and the boys arrived. "Take as many of these as you can," he said pointing to the flowers and follow me." With arms filled with bouquets and flowers, they followed him to the dressing room of the women of the chorus and knocked. "Are you decent?" he said when a soprano opened the door. "We are." Much to their delight, Roger divided half the flowers among the ladies. The other half he took to the men's dressing room. This time they walked in without knocking. Many were naked. They were surprised at his gesture and accepted the remainder of the presentation flowers. "I guess we won't see you back with the chorus!" said one young guy, looking disappointed. Before leaving, Philip asked Toby to come for supper. Philip and the boys arrived home first. Because Alex and Roger had not eaten they began preparing a meal of grilled chicken breasts and salad. Finally, Toby arrived and joined them in the kitchen. "I've asked Alex to come home with me tonight. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all," said Philip. "I hope it'll be a night of passionate love for you." Toby looked embarrassed "We know Alex and you are mutually attracted. Show him how you feel about him and remember that he needs you too." Philip produced white wine to go with the meal. Alex and Toby left as soon as they had eaten. "Remember, we are expected at Rupert's tomorrow afternoon," said Philip as they were about to depart. "Rupert expects you to wear your costumes, for he intends to make opera the theme of the function. He suggested we might like to wear whatever appeals to our sense of opera. The boys want to be Egyptian slaves. You can guess why!" Rupert's house stood at the front of a very large and spacious landscaped garden. Low box hedges separated beds of colourful annuals. Several large shady trees stood along the edge of immaculate lawns. Under the trees were wooden benches positioned so that vistas of the colourful avenues could be appreciated. Garden statues and pots filled with brightly coloured flowers stood at focal points. Philip noticed three colourful striped awnings sheltered the refreshments. Familiar opera melodies were coming from hidden speakers. Already many had arrived, some obviously members of the cast as they were dressed in loin cloths like Roger. It looked like a fancy dress party with most of the guys wearing very brief costumes or togas. Mike and Grant had on Egyptian breech cloths and Philip wore a toga. Many were bright, even gaudy costumes, some unstintingly flamboyant. There were soldiers and peasants, many exposing a very great deal of flesh. Many of the women wore magnificent gowns. The brown bodies identified the cast from "The Pearl Fishers'" chorus and ballet. Philip saw Alex in his gorgeous costume with a Toreador he recognised as Toby. Roger was surprised to see so many there. He recognised most of the cast, management and directors as well as many involved with the local musical scene. The gay fraternity were numerous and had obviously seized the opportunity to wear flamboyant and risqu‚ costumes. Someone touched his arm and Roger turned to find Peter at his elbow. "I must tell you how much I appreciate you stepping in for me. I'm told you were first class and provided an outstanding performance. Congratulations. I hope you'll be offered more opportunities." "Thank you. I hope I did justice to the role," said a grateful Roger. "I'm sorry your ill health caused difficulties, although it did provide me with a wonderful opportunity. For that I'm grateful. I'm glad you're here, although I notice your voice hasn't fully recovered. The opera was a success and I hope you enjoy these celebrations." He was relieved Peter was not jealous of his success. Florence appeared, and after some general pleasantries, whisked Peter off to meet some friends. Roger walked over to Alex and Toby who were the centre of attention from many members of the chorus. Toby broke away to join Roger. "I hoped to see you here. I've some important news for you. Alex and I have been getting on so well that we have decided to live together." Roger's eyes lit up and his smile showed that he was delighted. "I'm so glad. I sensed that you were attracted to each other. I hoped it might become a special friendship. Because Alex will be away so much, will you see much of him?" "We've discussed that and, regardless, Alex wants to make his home with me. A base to return to between engagements whenever possible." Alex joined them. "Has Toby given you the good news? I'm a very happy man. Even though we've known each other for such a short time, I believe our fondness for each other is growing fast." Roger hugged Alex and kissed him. "I'm truly delighted and hope you'll be very happy together." Roger turned to Toby. "We're family now! I'll show you too how much I wish you the same." He embraced Toby and kissed his lips. Surprisingly, Toby returned his kiss. Alex was claimed by Mario and he and Toby reluctantly left Roger. Sam caught Roger's arm and lead him to a group of guys from the ballet talking to Rex. He was introduced to several very attractive young men who soon acknowledged that they also were gay. They included Roger in their teasing about each other's sexual prowess. "By the bulge in your jock strap," said Roger to Trevor, whose skimpy loin cloth frequently disclosed his crotch, "you'd be like a stallion in bed." "He is," said Rex laughingly. "All the guys know if he leaps into their bed they are in for a wild ride. His leaps into bed are as high as those when he dances." The others nodded in agreement. Trevor's eyes were clamped to Roger's torso. "I wonder how well hung you are? Your loin cloth covers too much. Will I ever know?" he said longingly. Roger laughed, "You never know when an opportunity might allow you to find out." After further banter Roger joined Philip who was with Mario. "Mario is asking me how serious your interest is in singing," said Philip. "Yes, I want to know whether you're interested in professional opportunities. Is your training at the conservatorium only out of personal interest or is it to make you a first-class artist. You showed us all how good you are, and I believe with hard work, you could become a professional singer." "Am I really that good? Should I seriously consider a musical career?" "You do have an exceptional voice, well worthy of the serious training you're giving it. You could try for more opportunities in opera and the like." Roger looked at Philip as he replied to Mario. "I need to think this over with my partner and examine how it would affect our lives." "Will you call me once you have given it some thought. Don't delay your decision for I would like to hear from you soon." Mario left them to join Rupert. Philip put his arm around Roger's waist. "I'll support you whatever you decide." "I know that but I want to talk about this at home." Philip gave him a squeeze to signify his understanding. The party was proving a great success. The wine and refreshments seemed to never end. Eventually, the crowd began to dwindle and those remaining became increasingly merry. By five, most of the guests had left including all of the women. Those who remained had gathered around the swimming pool, sitting in groups at the metal tables At one, Roger talked to the boys from the ballet which included Trevor. At another were Alex and Toby with Mario, Rupert and his friends. They were all very much affected by their over indulgence in the free-flowing wine. Trevor climbed on top of the table removed his loin cloth and jock strap, and with hands on his hips, gyrated, thrusting his crotch into their faces. A cheer went up from the others. Roger was amused when he saw others stand and do the same six naked guys flaunting their genitals, competing for superiority. There were more cheers. Next thing some of them seized Trevor and threw him into the pool. Roger quickly stood and removed his loin cloth and g-string and dived in, grabbing the spluttering Trevor. "Are you alright? You're too drunk to be swimming. Those guys are stupid." Trevor grabbed him as if he needed support. Roger held him as he kicked his way to the side of the pool. He wondered whether any help was really necessary when he felt Trevor fondling his cock and balls. "You're well hung. We make a good pair. He took Roger's hand and placed it over his own crotch. Roger could feel a massive erection. He gave his cock a pull. "Yes please, shall we have fun? He did not get an answer. The others were now in the pool. surrounding Roger and Trevor. They dived beneath the water grabbing the nearest genitals. The thrashing arms and legs, the emerging and disappearing torsos, often with a hand on the genitals, created a confusion of action in the churning, crashing water. "This looks like fun," said Alex, "shall we join them?" He and Toby stripped and dived in, followed by others, until the crowded pool became a maelstrom of gyrating contortionists trying to grasp slippery eels. Philip managed to hold his grip on a hard rod and wrapped his arm around the squirming body, dragging it to a quieter end of the pool. He turned him around to discover Toby. Philip hugged him. To his delight, Toby returned his embrace. "At last we've got what we want," said Philip. "How right you are. Between you and Alex, I'm completely out of the closet." Toby grinned. "You feel magnificent." He gave Philip's cock a squeeze and began to pump it. Philip did the same to Toby's thick rod, more energetically, hugging Toby so that he could not escape. He began to climax and shot a geyser of cum. He flogged Toby faster until he also climaxed with a scream. They held each other around the waist as they turned to watch the chaotic scene. Two guys from the ballet lifted Roger, one placed Roger's legs over his shoulders while the other held him so that his head was resting on his shoulder as he lay on his back. Roger's erect cock pointed to the sky, firmly rigid. Another couple lifted Trevor likewise, but face down. They held him so that his face was over Roger's cock, which he then swallowed. Others massaged and caressed both of them as Trevor's mouth worked on Roger's cock Roger's arms thrashed the water as, with a yell, he ejaculated, squirming so much that more help was needed to hold him. Laughing and shouting, they dunked him. "I've an extraordinary feeling of liberation," said Toby. "Through you I've got to know so many gay guys, and now Alex. We seem to be mutually attracted and enjoy each other's company so much that we have decided to live together. You'll be able to see Alex whenever he's free from engagements." "It couldn't have worked out better," Philip replied. "I know Roger will be pleased for he is fond of Alex. He's helped him so much." Alex appeared beside them, splashing them both. "Have you had enough, do you want to go home?" he asked Toby. Toby moved close to him, placing his arm around his waist. "As soon as you like." He turned to Philip "Now you'll be able to return to your usual life style for we both have someone special to love." Alex turned to Philip. "Staying with you and Roger has been wonderful. It not only made the period of the show less stressful, it also enabled me to meet a guy who is becoming increasingly special for me." He hugged Philip then kissed him. "I know I've made some great friends whom I hope never to lose." "You won't, Roger. I feel the same about you and we expect you and Toby to visit often." The three guys left the pool followed by Roger when he saw them move. In the quietness of home, Roger and Philip discussed Mario's challenge about his musical future without coming to a firm decision. Philip was careful not to influence him. The next day at the factory, Philip was surprised to receive a phone call from George, seeking an appointment. When he arrived later that afternoon, Philip noticed he was slow to introduce the reason for his visit. "I'm extremely grateful to you for providing Grant with a home and supporting him during the past few weeks," he said. "It's helped me to adjust, to accept Grant's sexuality. My wife and I would like Grant to come home so we can be a family again." "Are you certain you can really love him again? Can you accept his gayness and his gay friends? He's a fine young man, worthy of his parents." "I know. His mother and I truly love him. I hope he'll forgive me for my unreasonable reaction. Would you help us get together again?" "With all my heart. I'll try to persuade Grant to return home. I'll let you know tomorrow what progress I've made." They were watching television when Philip mentioned that Grant's father had been to see him. He waited for a reaction. It was some time before Grant spoke. "How's my father?" "Fine, but he seems to have changed." "In what way? For the better or is he still homophobic?" "For the better, much better, in fact surprisingly transformed. During your absence he's spent a lot of time examining his attitude towards gays. I believe your mother could have persuaded him to understand your sexuality ." "So? Is he more accepting? Could he accept me as I am?" "I'm sure he can He wants to talk to you. But do you want to talk to him? Grant did not reply for a while and Philip waited for his answer. With some uncertainty he replied. "So he wants to see me. I guess I should. I do love my father and I don't want this rift to last forever." "How about I ask him to call when Roger and I are out? Tomorrow night say. We can call on Alex and Toby while you and your dad talk." George was as much relieved and pleased when Philip told him that Grant wanted to talk to him. He said that he would call that night. When at dinner that night Grant was told that his father would be calling, he was anxious expressing some misgivings that things had really changed. Philip reassured him, advising him to relax. Philip and Roger left for Toby's early and were pleased to find Alex with Toby for Roger wanted an opportunity to talk to him about his musical future. They were both welcomed with a hug and a kiss from Alex. Because Toby was making no such offering, Philip and Roger took the initiative. Immediately Toby returned their expressions of affection, quite passionately. Clearly, Alex and Toby were enjoying each other immensely for small indicators of mutual affection showed from time to time. The conversation flowed easily as they recalled memories of the past eventful week. Roger told them about Mario's concern for his musical progress and of his difficult decision. "It'll mean never-ending hard work. You have to be totally dedicated to a career in music. However, you do have a passion for singing," said Alex. "I realise that. It's the risk of insecurity that makes me hesitate." "I would support you if necessary," Philip said. "Roger, you're a graduate, an engineering technician, so you already have experience and skills which would enable you to return to your vocation should you fail," explained Alex. "If you are a success, your life will be like mine, always on the move, meeting engagements in opera, oratorios and recitals. It's been lonely and I always wanted a partner and a home. I believe I've now found both. But so do you." He looked at Toby. "Why not continue to work while continuing training, and accepting offers to perform. If you could get a scholarship from one of the conservatoriums, I believe you should go for it Why not apply to the Royal College of Music in London, or the Juillard School in New York." "Why not?" added Philip, with emphasis. "After all, if you're not successful, we can always continue with Alex's first suggestion." Roger's nodding head indicated that he liked the idea and said that he would make inquiries at the conservatorium. "Remember Mario's recommendation counts, and, if I can, I would like to help," said Alex. It proved to be an eventful evening. When Philip and Roger returned home they found Grant overjoyed. He rushed into Philip's arms. "Dad wants me to go home. He's changed. It's incredible how much he's changed. We had a long and very emotional talk. Dad says he understands more now and realises my sexuality isn't my choice. He loves me just as much and what's more, accepts my friends." He laughed, "He's even going to get me a double bed so Mike can stay over." Grant grabbed Philip and kissed him again. "You're wonderful. You and Roger have helped to make us a family again. Man you'll never know how grateful I am, and how much I love you both." "What are your plans?" asked Roger. "If it's alright with you, I'll return home tomorrow." "Sure, that'll be fine." "Can I sleep with you one last time. I've such wonderful memories of us all together and there may not be many more opportunities." Philip looked at Roger. "Should he?" "Why not, I know he wants a final fuck." Philip was the first into bed. He watched Roger undress. He feasted his eyes on his very attractive body, his firm muscular arms and legs with thighs that he loved to stroke. He was beautifully proportioned with clearly defined pecs, nipples circled by a few hairs and a flat firm abdomen. His long uncut cock dangled over a sack hanging low, with large balls clearly outlined. "Why the intense examination?" "You're so handsome. You're a vision I want to remember forever. We must never be apart for you are so beautiful." "Maybe you could come with me if I to go overseas. Would you?" "Perhaps I might," Philip replied as a naked Grant entered. "Here comes our sexy Lothario, stripped for action. Look, his rod is already anticipating heavy action. Stand where you are so that I can admire your youthful beauty." "So soon to fade I fear," sighed Roger. Grant struck a pose but soon relaxed when he saw that these guys really were enjoying looking at his naked body. Well built for 18 his thick uncut cock and a heavy sack, surrounded by a thick black bush, proved objects of delight. A small matt of soft fur in the centre of his chest separated well-defined pecs. "Come aboard and service us like the stallion I know you to be," invited Philip. Grant jumped and landed between them. Grabbed immediately, they tickled and caressed him, their fingers finding every orifice and crevasse. Grant wriggled and squirmed and was soon highly excited, his cock rigid. He rolled a condom over his cock and lifted Roger's legs onto his shoulders as he squatted facing him. He raised Roger's buttocks and thrust a well lubricated finger into his puckered arse hole. He then liberally lubricated his cock, spread Roger's buttocks and pressed it into the entrance Slowly his cock entered, easing it in gently, pushing until its full length disappeared. Grant then pinched Roger's nipples as his cock pushed in and out . Philip leant over and engulfed Roger's erect cock in his mouth. He sucked and gently chewed it as well as stroking it with his tongue. Grant pumped faster as his hands kneaded the nipples and breasts. As the intensity of his orgasm grew, his hands became more brutal. Roger also felt a climax approaching and began to squirm. Grant screamed as he ejaculated, his hands gripping Roger's breasts in a vice. Then Roger came with a roar, his cum filling Philip's mouth and spilling onto his balls and pubic bush. Both Grant and Philip continued to fuck and suck until their cocks became flaccid. Roger was exhausted but not Grant. He grabbed Philip, wrapping his legs around his body as he hugged him. He pushed Philip onto his back and readied himself to fuck him. Philip was amazed to see Grant's cock as rigid as before. He felt the pressure of the solid rod slide into his arse. It felt great. Grant grabbed his breasts pinching his nipples as he rode him, ramming his rod hard into him until his balls slapped his buttocks. Grant pulled at his chest hair each time he thrust. Philip felt Roger's mouth enclose his cock, his lips tightly gripping it as he began to massage it with long strokes. As Grant became more energetic, beads of sweat flicked from his face and chest onto Philip's body. Philip began to climax and lifted his pelvis as Grant plunged deeply. They came together and in unison screamed a victory. Grant continued to pump rapidly as he came again and again. As Roger left Philip's cock, Grant flopped on top of Philip and passionately kissed him. His tongue sought Philips as he held him tightly; Roger wrapped his arms around them both. Only the sound of laboured breathing broke the silence. "I told you he was a stallion," said Philip. "No more than us. Do you think we could provide a similar service?" asked Roger. "Maybe later," Philip replied, "I need to recover." They never did fuck Grant for both Roger and Grant were soon asleep. Gently, Philip pulled the covers over them. He thought how appropriate was Grant's final night with them - a celebration of uninhibited sex between special friends. A night never to be forgotten. No doubt he and Roger were now about to pursue new directions in their lives. Philip wondered what those directions might mean for Roger and himself. Sleep denied further speculation. The End. The author invites comments and discussion. E-mail address: nivision@manawatu.gen.nz