Date: Sat, 19 Dec 2020 10:53:19 +0000
From: Adam Stewart <stewad426@gmail.com>
Subject: Covid Abuse

Covid Abuse
By Adam Stewart

1.

Isaac sat on his bed nursing the latest bruises that his Ghanaian father
had caused. He was a violent man and the Covid-19 lockdown had exacerbated
the problem between father and son. He hated his son who was effeminate and
showed the world he was gay. He felt ashamed of him and told his wife that
he couldn't possibly be his son and accused her of having sex with another
man. She too had been domestically abused by him on numerous occasions and
Isaac had witnessed his father punching his mum. She frequently had a black
eye and bruises over her body as a result of her husband's bad temper. When
Isaac was fourteen, she'd had enough and left, telling her son that she'd
come back for him as soon as she'd found somewhere to live and a new job,
but she never had, so Isaac had been left living in a small council flat
with a father who was a vicious brute.

As he sat there, he decided he too had suffered enough. He'd always been
interested in art and wanted to attend art college after he'd left school,
but his father had shouted that only pansies studied art and told him to
get a man's job. The Covid pandemic had meant he'd missed the last six
months of school and he'd been cooped up with his father whose temper was
even worse because his place of work had also closed down for the
duration. To add to Isaac's misery, it was his eighteenth birthday today,
but he'd not received any cards or a present from either of his
parents. His father had never remembered but his mother usually did, so
what had happened to her, he hadn't a clue. He therefore assumed that she
too had abandoned him.

He packed a backpack with a few essential clothes plus his sketch book and
his pencils which he guarded with his life. Although not academic, he had
the ability to see an image and then sketch it from memory. His sketch book
was full of drawings of his mum being punched by his father having
witnessed numerous incidents. As usual his father had gone out with his
mates. They didn't bother with the lockdown rules, so had purchased packs
of beer from the supermarket and met at one of their houses. Isaac knew he
wouldn't be home until the early hours by which time he'd be totally drunk.

As he left the house in Millwall, east London, he didn't have a clue where
he'd go but something led him to the river. He'd always loved the river and
the movement of the water as boats sailed by. He'd sketched them on
numerous occasions and had often wished he could have purchased an easel
and paints so he could produce a proper picture. He decided to make his way
to the City of London. Why, he had no idea, but something led him along the
river path in that direction.

It was late Autumn, and the weather was cold and wet, but he continued
walking. At midnight, he found a place to huddle down and sleep against the
wall of a building. It was out of the rain and reasonably warm.

When he woke mid-morning, he was cold and hungry. He drank from the bottle
of water he'd brought and ate the biscuits he'd taken from the biscuit
tin. He wondered whether his father had missed him yet, but he doubted
it. Normally when he came home drunk, he'd sleep it off until midday. He
then pondered what his father would do once he'd realised that his son had
gone for good having read the note he'd left in his bedroom. He'd written
"You drove Mum away because of your abuse. Now you've driven me away."

He stood up and looked around. Everywhere was deserted. He hitched his bag
onto his back and started walking. The weather was overcast, and the air
was damp. He continued walking alongside the river and passed the Tower of
London and Tower Bridge. As he passed these iconic buildings he made a
mental note of them so he could sketch them later. He passed the occasional
dog walker who smiled at him and continued walking. All he knew was that he
wanted to get as far away from his father as possible.

He arrived at Sugar Quay and decided to sit down on a bench for a rest. As
he looked at the river he still had no idea where he was going to go. All
he knew was that he was cold and wet.

Daniel lived in a penthouse apartment in Sugar Quay. He'd been left the
property by his gay uncle who'd died from a brain tumour a year before. His
death had been a shock to everyone, especially Daniel because his uncle was
the first person he'd come out to when he was thirteen. They'd been close
ever since and to find he'd been left the apartment and his money was an
additional shock. His father was a successful barrister and just as
wealthy, so didn't begrudge his only child the inheritance. Daniel's
parents had also accepted their son's sexuality and supported him when he
announced he wanted to study art instead of law. They'd recognised their
son's artistic talent from an early age, so it was no surprise. Daniel was
now twenty, having celebrated his birthday just two days before.

He'd noticed the young man walking along the river path from his penthouse
that overlooked the river. His clothes and gait told him that he was not a
regular walker along the river and when he viewed him through his
binoculars, he noticed the troubled look on his face. He watched him for
twenty minutes before he decided to venture out and investigate. It was now
raining again yet the lad made no attempt to move. He donned his waterproof
jacket and made his way down.

"Hi. Are you okay? Can I help you?" he asked. Isaac looked up at him and
Daniel gazed at the young face that despite the sorrow in the eyes, was
beautiful. His first thought was that he wanted to draw him and paint his
picture. "What's wrong? You look sad and lost" Daniel said as he sat beside
him, even though he should be socially distancing.

"I don't know what to do or where to go" Isaac replied with tears in his
eyes. Daniel's protective instinct immediately kicked in. He sensed the guy
needed someone to talk to.

"I live in the block behind us. Let's get you inside. You look cold and
wet" Daniel replied as he stood up and offered his hand. Isaac looked at
him and noticed the kindness in his eyes. He'd not seen that look for such
a long time. He took the stranger's hand and stood. "I'm Daniel. What's
your name?"

"Isaac"

"Okay, Isaac, come with me. I imagine you're hungry, aren't you?"

Isaac nodded, suddenly feeling his empty stomach rumble. Daniel led him by
the hand into the block and took the lift to the top floor. When Isaac saw
the view over the river with Tower Bridge to the left his heart stopped. He
wanted to take out his sketch pad and draw it immediately. Instead, he let
Daniel remove his worn jacket that was wet through and then, at his
suggestion, removed his damp T-shirt and jeans along with the shoes that
let in water. Now standing in his skimpy briefs he watched him put them on
the kitchen counter. Daniel had already decided the items weren't worth
saving.

"You're beautiful" Daniel blurted. "You are gay, aren't you" he
added. Isaac nodded and Daniel said he was too. For the first time, Isaac
smiled, and it melted Daniel's heart. "Why don't you have a shower to warm
you up whilst I find you some dry clothes to wear. I have a feeling we're
the same size. Isaac thanked him and followed Daniel to the bathroom, the
likes of which he'd never seen before.

He removed his briefs and Daniel couldn't help but look. He was beautiful
in every way possible and he knew he had to paint him. Whilst Isaac
showered, enjoying the warm water flow over his naked body, Daniel looked
out some clothes for him. He had a plentiful supply, so could afford to
donate a set of clothes. Even Isaac's briefs had seen better days, so he
included those with the pile to go in the bin and added a spare pair to the
new set of clothes he'd laid out on the bed.

When Isaac had finished his shower, he wandered naked into the large living
room where he found Daniel.

"I've put some clothes on the bed in the spare room. You're welcome to keep
them. I suggest we bin yours if that's okay. "

Isaac chuckled. "My father refused to buy me new clothes until they had
holes in them."

Daniel stood up and hugged the naked guy. "Let's get you dressed and then
you can tell me what's been going on in your life."

"I like your artwork, but I don't recognise who they're by" Isaac
commented, not the slightest bit concerned that he was stark naked in front
of a complete stranger.

"They're mine. I'm an artist. Do you study art?"

"I love it. I spend every free minute drawing. I must draw the Tower of
London and Tower Bridge as soon as I can whilst I've got their image in my
mind. I draw from memory."

Daniel was fascinated."I'd love to watch you do that. Do you have a
sketchbook and pencils with you?"

Isaac said he always had them with him wherever he went. The more Daniel
heard, the more he was fascinated and decided there and then to offer Isaac
a home if he wanted to stay. It seemed they had so many things in common.

"Come, let's get you dressed. You'll get cold."

Isaac was used to the cold. His father was too mean to put the heating
on. He followed Daniel into the spare bedroom and looked open-mouthed. The
room was over twice the size of the bedroom he'd lived in for all the years
he could remember. It also contained beautiful modern furniture unlike the
battered secondhand items he'd endured. He looked at the clothes and
gasped.

"Are these for me?"

"Yes. I hope they're okay."

"They're more than okay; they're wonderful. I've never worn such expensive
clothes."

"They're yours to keep" Daniel added. "I'll take you out shopping for more,
if you'd like."

Isaac was speechless and picked up one of the pairs of skimpy briefs to put
on. He then picked up the red shirt and looked at it. It was beautiful and
very expensive.

"Are you sure?" he asked before putting it on.

Daniel smiled and took him into his arms. "I'm very sure. I feel honoured
to help someone in need."

Isaac slipped it on and viewed himself in the mirror. The red looked
perfect against his golden-brown skin. He then picked up the black Dawson
jeans and put them on.

"They fit you perfectly" Daniel smiled. "Here's a belt you can have."

Isaac took the expensive leather belt and felt its quality. "I can't accept
this; it's too expensive."

"I'd like you to have it. I've got plenty of belts. Don't worry about the
cost. I can easily afford it. Apart from coming from a wealthy family, I'm
now doing extremely well with my art. I'll show you my studio once you've
eaten. Put it on."

Isaac threaded it through the loops of the jeans and fastened the
brass-coloured buckle. He admired himself in the full-length mirror and
smiled. "My father wouldn't recognise me, which is just as well. Thank
you. Thank you so very much." Much to Daniel's surprise, he then pulled him
into a kiss on the lips. It lingered and Daniel didn't object. He'd already
fallen for this beauty.

They walked into the kitchen and Isaac gazed at the shiny surfaces and
numerous kitchen gadgets. Like all the other rooms, it had a window that
overlooked the river. The living room and master bedroom accessed an
outside terrace which was large enough to sit on and enjoy the river whilst
sunbathing.

"Now, when did you last eat?" Daniel asked. Isaac thought for a minute and
remembered it was lunchtime the previous day. "In that case, how about a
full English; fried egg, fried bread, sausage, bacon and tomatoes? I'll
join you and make it my main meal" Daniel grinned. Isaac thought it sounded
wonderful. He was starving.

Whilst Daniel cooked, he sat on a stool and watched. "Can I sketch you
whilst you cook?"

Daniel nodded as he placed two sausages into a hot frying pan. Isaac rushed
to fetch his sketchbook and pencils from his bag and sat down again. As
Daniel cooked, he watched how Isaac worked. He was impressed. The guy
clearly had skills.

"Can I see?" Daniel asked after he'd served the full English onto plates
and they'd sat at the breakfast bar in the kitchen overlooking the
river. Isaac reluctantly opened his sketchbook.

"They're not very good" he said as he pushed it across to Daniel who looked
at the two sketches.

"They're not only good, they're also brilliant. You're talented. I hope
you're going to take up art."

Isaac was speechless. He'd never had anyone tell him his sketches were
brilliant or say he had talent. He'd lived for so many years with his
father belittling his art that he honestly thought he was rubbish.

"You've not been told that before; have you?" Daniel smiled. "I'd be
interested to hear about your home life and why you've left."

Isaac finished eating and related the whole story. When he'd finished,
Daniel was shocked and wrapped his arms around him. "You're safe now and
you can stay here for as long as you want." Isaac had tears pouring down
his face. For once in his life, he'd met someone who showed kindness and
support.

2.

After they'd finished eating and washed up the pans, Daniel took him into
the third bedroom which he now used for a studio. It was slightly smaller
than the master bedroom but larger than what was now the guestroom. It also
had a view directly over the river and the light was perfect for
painting. He showed him his latest commission which was a painting of an
anti-slavery activist who eventually persuaded the legislators to make
slavery illegal in Britain. Up until recently he'd been relatively unknown
but recent events in which activists had pulled down statues of slave
traders, his name had come to the fore. The organisation who'd commissioned
Daniel wanted a portrait done rather than a statue. They were also willing
to pay a handsome fee for it.

"It's beautiful. I wish I could produce work like that."

"You can" Daniel told him as he put an arm around his shoulder. "You have
the talent. All you need is the confidence. We'll set up another easel over
here where you can work, and I'll guide you on how to paint."

Isaac looked at him finding it hard to believe that someone recognised his
skills. "Thank you. But I don't have money to pay for materials."

Daniel smiled and took him into his arms. "You don't need money. I have
more than enough to pay for anything you need and to feed you. Besides,
you'll soon be making money from the paintings you sell."

Isaac wasn't so sure. He'd always had to be self-sufficient and purchased
his sketchbook and pencils from the little money he'd earned doing odd jobs
because his father had refused to give him pocket money. Seeing Isaac's
hesitation, he said "In payment for what I give you, would you be willing
to pose for me. You have such a beautiful body; you'd make a wonderful
model. How about it?"

Isaac grinned. He liked that idea. "Would I be naked?"

"If you were willing" Daniel replied, feeling his cock go hard. Isaac
agreed and they kissed.

They spent the rest of the day chatting about art and the techniques of
painting in water colour. That night, Isaac slept in his new room and
enjoyed the luxury of the expensive double bed. Before he slipped off to
sleep he produced mental images of Daniel in bed. During their earlier
discussion they'd both admitted that they slept in the nude.

In the master bedroom, Daniel was imagining having sex with Isaac. His cock
was already hard and aching for attention. Before he settled down he
massaged his erection and brought himself off.


Isaac woke and for several moments was in a panic as he worked out where he
was. He then remembered Daniel and his kindness. He still couldn't imagine
how he'd ever repay him. It made him realise that there were good people in
the world and not everyone was like his father. His mum had been different
but the constant bullying by his father had turned her into a hard woman.

Wanting to look at the river he jumped out of the luxurious bed and stood
naked at the window. He loved the view and couldn't imagine ever tiring of
it.

"It's a beautiful view, isn't it" a naked Daniel said behind him. Isaac
jumped as he turned around, not having heard him enter the room. "Sorry;
did I startle you? I did knock."

Isaac smiled which yet again melted Daniel's heart. "I was admiring the
view. It's so beautiful. I must sketch it."

Daniel moved up behind him and wrapped his arms around Isaac's waist,
pressing their naked bodies against one another. "I can remember the first
time I gazed at the view from this window. I was ten years old and it was
the first time I'd stayed the weekend with my uncle. My parents had gone
away to celebrate their wedding anniversary, so my uncle had offered to
look after me. I was already aware that I was gay, and he'd realised
too. Like us, he slept naked and on that first morning came into this room
and found me standing naked at this window admiring the view.

It was the first time I'd seen a fully naked man. He saw my interest and
asked if I'd like to touch it. Without hesitation I held his semi-erect
cock in my hand and watched it grow. When it was fully erect he asked if
I'd like to suck it like a lollipop. Without saying anything, I took the
big cock and licked the head before taking it into my mouth. Because of my
small mouth, I couldn't get much of it in, but I enjoyed the taste and the
effect I was having on him. He let me continue until he'd climaxed, and I
swallowed his cum.

It was a wonderful experience and one I'll never forget. My parents would
have been horrified but never found out. He was such a kind man and he
loved me."

"You must miss him."

"I do but if he were still with us, we wouldn't be here enjoying the same
view."

"Would you like me to suck your cock?" Isaac grinned, looking at Daniel's
sem-hard-on.

"Yes please" Daniel smiled and watched his new friend go onto his knees and
take the organ into his mouth. Isaac hadn't had much experience of sucking
cock, but he'd watched enough gay porn on his tablet computer. It didn't
take long for it to be fully erect and Daniel's body started squirming with
sexual excitement.

Before he'd brought it to a climax, he stopped and asked, "Would you like
to fuck me?"

"Yes please" Daniel panted having a mental image of him doing so. Isaac
jumped up, rushed over to the bed, and lay on his side with one leg up to
his chest. He'd seen porn where guys fucked in this position and wanted to
try it. Daniel first spread the buttocks apart to expose the puckered hole
and proceeded to lick it. Isaac gasped as he felt the hot tongue excite his
sensitive entrance. Daniel grabbed a tube of lube from the bedside table
and dribbled some onto the wet hole before inserting a finger which was
soon followed by another.

"Ah, fuck" Isaac groaned as the two fingers explored his arse.

"It's beautiful" Daniel panted, his fingers feeling the hot soft flesh. He
pulled them out and hastily lubricated his hard cock which was already
dripping with excitement. He didn't have condoms available and didn't want
to spoil the moment, so gently slipped his cock into the beautiful
arse. Once fully inside, he watched his white organ fuck the golden-brown
arse. It was perfect, as was the rest of Isaac's body.

"Ah, fuck, I'm coming" Daniel yelled several minutes later. Isaac felt the
pumping body change rhythm as it shot its load of cum inside him. Daniel
took several minutes before he pulled out, using the time to kiss the back
of Isaac's neck and any other bit of naked flesh he could reach without
breaking the connection. It felt wonderful and so natural as if it were
meant to be.

"Thanks. That was so beautiful" Daniel managed to say as he finally pulled
out.

"Thank you" Isaac grinned. "It was wonderful. I hope we can do it again."

Daniel got off the bed saying he'd use the bathroom first for his shower
and Isaac watched his slim athletic naked body disappear from view. As he
waited for Daniel to finish, his mind went into overdrive asking so many
questions. Daniel had talked about him sharing his studio and teaching him
to paint but did that mean he could live with him as well? His mind kept
going over the conversation they'd had the previous evening trying to make
sense of everything. He so wanted to stay but how could he and would Daniel
want him to do so?

"Okay, all yours" Daniel announced as he appeared naked in the doorway
drying his hair. "I've put a clean towel on the rail for you and a flannel
on the basin."

Isaac grabbed his shaver from his bag before making his way to the
bathroom.

Immediately after breakfast, Isaac went into the studio and sketched the
image of the Tower of London that he'd committed to memory. Daniel was
impressed with the amount of detail he'd added.

"It's wonderful. Perhaps you should use that to produce a water colour. We
could add it to my next gallery exhibition."

Isaac was amazed. He'd never imagined his artwork being put on public
display. He then drew Tower Bridge which he could see out of the
window. Daniel was again impressed and said he should produce a water
colour version of that too. After a lesson on how to commence painting in
water colour, Isaac began. He'd watched YouTube films on the topic so had
some knowledge. After a few hours he'd produced the main part of his
picture. Daniel was again very impressed.

"You're a natural" he commented as he studied the brush strokes. "I think
we should get you onto oil paints. You can then produce depth and more
intense colours. Let's go out and purchase what you need and whilst we're
out, we can go clothes shopping."

Isaac again raised the issue of money. Daniel took him into his arms and
looked him in the face. "You need to make a decision about your future. I
know we've only just met but I know what I want."

Isaac listened intently. He knew what he wanted but hardly dared imagine it
let alone speak it out loud.

"I'll tell you what I'd like but it's totally your choice, so you must
decide. Understood?" Daniel continued. Isaac felt his heart thumping as he
waited for Daniel to continue. "I'd like you to move in with me on a
permanent basis. We both like art and from what I've seen so far, your
talent is every bit as good as mine, so we can both produce paintings and
sell them to earn a living. In the meantime, I'll support you financially;
and before you say you can't accept charity, it's not. If you're willing to
pose for me, clothed and naked, that will be your way of paying me. I've
fallen in love with you, Isaac and you're the kind of guy I've been seeking
for such a long time." Daniel paused as he continued gazing into Isaac's
beautiful dark brown eyes. "What do you say? If you don't, then you're free
to leave and live whatever life you want. The choice is totally yours."

Isaac now had tears running down his face. He also had a raging hard-on
inside his briefs. He pulled Daniel's face to his and gave him a hard kiss
on the lips. "I'd love to move in with you and pose naked for you, and
paint with you if you're willing to teach me. Oh, and I've fallen in love
with you" he grinned.

They both had tears falling down their face as Daniel held him tight and
returned the kiss which became passionate, so there were now two hard cocks
pressing against one another.

"Thank you" Daniel managed to reply through more tears of joy. "You've made
this the happiest day of my life." He was tempted to take his lover
straight to bed but knew it was lunchtime and he wanted to take Isaac out
to celebrate and make their purchases. "I know a nice bar in Oxford Street
where we can have a drink and a sandwich before we go to my favourite mens
shop. There's also an art shop near there as well."

Isaac was in a trance as he got ready to go out dressed in Daniel's
clothes. He still couldn't believe what was happening but deep inside he
was so happy. He'd not felt this happy for years, if at all. With both
ready, they walked back to Tower Hill tube station and made their way to
Embankment and changed onto the Bakerloo line to Oxford Circus. Within
thirty minutes they were walking into a bar and ordering drinks and
sandwiches. Isaac felt so grown up as he sipped his glass of white wine. He
chuckled and said, "If my father could see me now, he'd say only poofs
drink wine; real men drink beer."

"Then he's ignorant as well as being homophobic" Daniel laughed. "Your'e
better off without him."

Iisaac agreed. He certainly was, which was why he'd made the life-changing
decision to ditch the bastard.

Daniel took him to his favourite men's outfitter and as usual the
assistant, who was obviously gay, greeted him. "Hi Antonio. My friend Isaac
needs a complete set of clothes. He had to leave his homophobic father and
is now living with me."

"Welcome, Isaac" Antonio smiled and invited him into a fitting room at the
rear. "Let's first take some vital measurements" he said as he helped Isaac
off with his jacket. He then proceeded to measure Isaac's neck, chest,
waist, length of arm and leg length; the latter measurement causing his
hand to press into his crotch. With the measuring complete and shoe size
confirmed, Antonio listed what items were required. The list finally
included shirts, trousers, shoes, and jackets, both formal and casual for
each item, underwear, and coats for winter and wet weather.

Two hours later they emerged carrying numerous bags of clothing and Isaac
gasping at the cost, despite Antonio giving Daniel a substantial discount
for the volume of items. As they made their way to the art shop nearby, he
still couldn't believe how generous Daniel had been. Sensing his concern,
Daniel laughed "Don't worry, two or three naked portraits of you will pay
that off".

At the art shop they purchased a set of brushes and oil paints for Isaac
plus a painter's smock. Daniel ordered paper in bulk, so had plenty of that
plus canvas stretchers but decided to purchase an additional H-frame easel
for Isaac. With so many purchases, he hailed a cab to take them home.

"Thank you, thank you for everything" Isaac said emotionally as they
unpacked the purchases.

"You're worth every penny" Daniel smiled. "How about you try some of these
items on for me?"

Isaac agreed and stripped down to his briefs before slipping on the items
Daniel selected. As he displayed each item, Daniel decided which pose he'd
use for each portrait. Some would have him dressed formally and others in
casual wear. In addition to the naked portraits, he'd do some in his
underwear. When Isaac had finished the floorshow, Daniel perched on the end
of the bed and sat the semi-naked Isaac on his lap facing him. They kissed
and cocks reacted.

"I've fallen madly in love with you" Daniel smiled.

Not used to such affection, Isaac was unsure how to respond but he
eventually replied, "I love you too" which was the truth.

"In that case, I think you should move into the master bedroom with
me. I'll need this room in any event tomorrow night. I have a friend
staying over for one night. Maurice and I were schoolfriends and he still
lives in Gloucestershire. He's visiting London on business tomorrow, so I
invited him to stay over, so we can catch up. He's straight but knows I'm
gay. He was the first friend I told after telling my uncle. I'm sure you'll
like him. Is that okay?"

Isaac nodded, not sure if the question related to moving in with Daniel or
Maurice staying over, but either way he was happy. Within twenty-minutes
they'd packed everything into Daniel's spacious wardrobe and moved the
other few items Isaac had brought. He was now officially Daniel's boyfriend
and the other bedroom had returned to being the guestroom. Quite an
achievement Isaac chuckled to himself considering they'd only known one
another for such a short time.

"Let's have a cup of tea, and if you're willing, I'd like to commence my
first naked portrait of you. Is that okay?"

Isaac confirmed it was knowing he'd agreed to do so as payment for his
saviour's kindness. Besides, he looked forward to posing stark naked.

Daniel first had Isaac pose standing showing his rearview with his
righthand resting on his neck and his left on his waist. Daniel quickly
sketched him before he relaxed the pose. Having made a few notes for colour
and taken a photo to remind him, he asked him to change his pose. The
second pose had him naked on his knees leaning forward with his righthand
resting on the floor and his left on his knee.

"Fuck, that looks sexy" Daniel chuckled as he sketched. He also felt his
cock react inside his briefs. The final pose for the day was of him sitting
side on to him with his knees drawn up to his chest and his head resting on
his knees. It was also very sexy. He'd already decided the next three poses
which would be full frontal. "Let's leave it there for today. We'll do the
rest tomorrow morning. Maurice won't be here until midafternoon."

"Can I look?" Isaac asked eagerly as he walked over to the easel without
any thought of putting on his briefs. Daniel smiled and placed an arm
around his naked waist. His cock was now rock hard inside his
briefs. "They're amazing. Can I watch you paint them so I can learn?"

"Of course, you can, my love" Daniel replied and took him into his arms to
kiss him. When the lingering kiss ended, Isaac looked through the
window. He then suddenly realised he was on full view to the outside
world. "Don't worry; the windows are tinted. We can see out, but nobody can
see in, so you can stand stark naked without being seen" Daniel
laughed. "I've often done it for a laugh. I've even painted in the nude on
occasions."

Isaac giggled. He liked that idea and suggested Daniel do so when sketching
him naked. "I want to see if I turn you on" he laughed.

Daniel laughed. "You do that okay" and held Isaac's hand on his crotch to
feel the erection. He then hastily undressed, and the pair stood stark
naked in front of the window with cocks at full mast as they kissed
passionately. After several minutes of kissing, he took Isaac to the
bedroom where they had sex. Daniel first fucked Isaac with him on his back
and legs over his head before changing over and Isaac fucked him. "That was
beautiful" Daniel smiled. "I'm so going to enjoy having you live with me."

3.

Isaac enjoyed his first night sleeping with Daniel. They'd had sex before
settling down to sleep and he'd had his arse fucked by Daniel until he'd
shot his load inside him. Once satisfied, they huddled together with their
cocks pressing against one another. It was the most wonderful feeling he'd
ever experienced. As he drifted off to sleep, he still had the memory of
Daniel's hard cock inside him.

After breakfast, they returned to Isaac posing in the nude. Daniel had set
up a platform for him to use and the first pose was of him sitting with his
left leg beneath him and his right bent up and leaning outward to expose
his cock which rested on his left foot. At this point it was flaccid but
seeing Daniel's naked body whilst he sketched, caused it to react. Daniel
took several photos of the beautiful sight in front of him. They were
mainly for use when he came to paint the picture, but he also wanted to
keep them for the record. He'd also found a mask with feathers for Isaac to
wear which added to the overall effect. It partially hid his face, but his
beautiful dark brown eyes and his gorgeous lips could still be seen.

The next pose was similar but this time he was crouching on both feet with
his right elbow resting on his knee and his chin resting on his hand. His
left hand held the edge of the platform to steady his pose. The cock was
now slightly erect which added to the erotic nature of the picture. As he
sketched, Daniel felt his own cock react and that too was semi-erect before
he'd finished.

"These are going to sell like hot cakes" Daniel smiled having finished what
he wanted to do. "Are you still sure you want these to become public?"

Isaac grinned. "Yeah. I love the thought of guys admiring my naked body. I
feel it's a snub to my father; not that he's likely to see them."

"Not only guys" Daniel laughed. "Some women will also find these very
sexy."

Maurice arrived mid-afternoon by which time the other guys were fully
dressed. As usual the two friends hugged one another but never kissed,
despite Daniel aching to do so just to see his friend's reaction. Maurice
was a heterosexual through and through but tolerated his friend's sexuality
having known him since schooldays. As long as he didn't talk about his
gayness or discuss intimate sexual acts between men, he was fine.

"I'd like you to meet Isaac. He's my boyfriend and lives with me" Daniel
announced as they entered the living room. Isaac immediately stepped
forward and offered his hand before remembering the social distancing
rules.

"Sorry. Keep on forgetting we can't shake hands" Isaac grinned as he
stepped back.

"Your boyfriend!" Maurice exclaimed. "Since when? You never mentioned you
had a boyfriend when we spoke on the phone last week."

"Because we hadn't met when you called" Daniel replied, clearly upset at
his friend's reaction. "If you'd care to sit down, Maurice, I'll explain."

Maurice chose one of the armchairs well away from the sofa where Isaac had
now sat. Daniel sat beside him and took hold of his hand. He then explained
how theyd met and why Isaac had left his father. "He was not only
homophobic but violent towards Isaac. He's also an artist. A very good one,
so we have a lot in common. We both realised within the first twenty-four
hours that we'd fallen for each other. It was love at first sight."

Maurice was still trying to take it in. He looked at Isaac and then
Daniel. For the first time he'd known him, the fact that his close friend
was gay sank home.

"I'll make some tea" Isaac said, sensing the atmosphere was rapidly going
sour. He wanted to hug his lover because he could see that Daniel was
deeply disappointed by his friend's lack of happiness for them. In fact,
Maurice looked disgusted.

"Are you stupid?" Maurice blurted out. "You met this guy less than three
days ago and you take him into your home without any knowledge of who he
was or where he'd come from. You're fucking mad."

"Thanks for your support" Daniel replied sarcastically. "I'd have thought
you at least would have understood knowing how much you hated your
father. But I'm clearly mistaken. I assume you've still not found someone
to love. I felt my attraction to Isaac as soon as I met him. Things quickly
clicked between us. If you're thinking he's a money grabbing fraudster, you
couldn't be further from the truth. Despite also loving me, he was very
concerned how he could pay his way. I love him and he loves me. I've never
been so happy. If you can't accept that, Maurice, then leave."

Daniel stood up with tears in his eyes and left the room, closing the door
behind him. He joined Isaac in the kitchen and closed that door too.

"I'm sorry. Shall I leave?" Isaac said having heard what Maurice had said.

"Fuck, no" Daniel replied and took the guy he loved with all his heart into
his arms. "He's the one who should leave. If he can't accept us, then he's
no friend of mine."

"I don't want to come between you. He's your oldest friend."

"I love you Isaac and I don't care a fuck what he thinks."

"I love you too; you know that" Isaac replied with tears in his eyes. They
hugged one another as Daniel decided what to do. He then took Isaac's hand
and led him back into the living room.

"I'm sorry, guys. It was such a shock. I shouldn't have said what I
did. Will you forgive me?"

Isaac and Daniel looked at him trying to decide whether his apology was
genuine or not. They returned to the sofa still holding hands.

"So, do you accept our relationship?"

"Of course," Maurice replied feeling uncomfortable. He then added as an
afterthought, "I'm pleased for you."

Daniel wasn't going to let him off this easily. "Isaac heard what you said,
and it was very upsetting for him. He'd thought he'd got away from bigotry
and homophobia. It also deeply upset me. I'd always thought you accepted my
sexuality. Perhaps I was wrong."

Maurice went white. "I'm really sorry Isaac. I wasn't thinking."

Isaac nodded. "That's the problem. People don't think. Instead, they blurt
out what they truly feel. I'm sorry if you think I'm an opportunist but if
you'd witnessed what actually happened, you'd realise I'm not. I was fully
prepared to continue walking when this wonderful man came out to see if he
could help me, even though I knew I was homeless with hardly any money and
nowhere to go."

Daniel turned towards him and kissed him on the lips. "Thank you, my love"
he directed at Isaac. "Now do you understand?" he asked Maurice.

"I'm sorry guys. I didn't mean to belittle the love between you. I don't
know what else to say to make things better. Perhaps it would be best if I
did leave and arrange to meet on another occasion."

"Perhaps it would" Daniel replied and stood up. "I'll get your coat."

Maurice was clearly shocked. He hadn't expected that response from his
friend, assuming he was still a friend. He stood and offered his hand to
Isaac, having decided to ignore Covid-19 rules "Thank you for making him so
happy. I am truly sorry about what I said."

Isaac shook his hand, not sure what to say. Daniel returned with Maurice's
coat and watched him put it on. A formal shaking of hands took place
without any hug and Maurice left.

"I'm so very sorry" Isaac said when Daniel returned, having shown Maurice
out.

"Don't be. As you told him so perfectly, what people say without thinking
are their true thoughts. I'd always kidded myself that he'd accepted my
sexuality, but clearly not."

They ate the meal they'd prepared earlier for the three of them and decided
to undress and slip on their dressing gowns even though it was early
evening. There was nothing on television which they fancied watching, so
Daniel suggested they watch a gay film. He'd purchased several over the
years, most of which included explicit gay sex, so he selected one he'd not
watched for a long time. It was a love story involving two young men and
he'd often imagined being one of them. Now he didn't have to. He now had
his own lover.

As the story progressed and the love scenes were played out in front of
them in full technicolour, they made love with another. By the time the
full explicit love scene was playing, Isaac was stretched naked along the
sofa with Daniel riding his hard cock, both having put Maurice out of their
mind.

Maurice emailed Daniel a few days later attempting to apologise once again
for his outburst but the relationship had been soured permanently for
Daniel. He no longer needed a friend who had appeared to accept him for
what he was. He'd found the man of his dreams and he had other gay
friends. From thereon, Maurice became a casual friend but no more than
that.

Over the next few days, Daniel taught Isaac how to paint with oil
paints. He was a quick learner and was soon working on his painting of the
Tower of London whilst Daniel completed the commission that had to be
delivered by the end of the week. When he wanted a change, he commenced
work on the nude pictures of Isaac.

It was during this period when Isaac saw an item on the London news
channel. "That's my father" he exclaimed as they watched CCTV footage of an
incident in east London. The report announced that a man had violently
attacked a female police officer who'd attended the scene with her male
colleague. Another man had run up to his father and knifed him to stop his
violent attack on the PC. His father had collapsed and died from his wound
in hospital. The police officer was in a stable state. The man who'd knifed
his father was being congratulated by onlookers who argued that he'd saved
the police officer's life.

The police were now asking for any family members of the attacker to come
forward having found he'd lived on his own after his wife and son had left
him because of domestic violence.

"How would they know that?" Daniel asked.

"They probably found a copy of the note I left in my room" Isaac
replied. Knowing his father would throw away the note he'd left, he'd
hidden a copy in his room. Daniel asked if he'd contact the police. "What's
the point? I don't want anything to do with him. He was in debt, so there's
nothing for me."

Daniel hugged him knowing the memory of his father was painful. They'd been
together for over a week now and he was still certain the decision he'd
made to ask Isaac to move in with him was the right one. Their love for one
another grew by the day. Hed decided it was time to tell his parents about
the love in his life.

"I've got something to tell you" he told his mum when they next spoke on
the phone. I've fallen in love."

"That's wonderful, darling" she screamed with delight. "What's his name? I
assume it is a man" she laughed.

"Of course," Daniel chuckled. "His name is Isaac, and his parents are
Ghanaian by birth. He's a lovely guy. You'll like him."

She asked how they'd met. "It's a long story but I'll explain when we next
meet." He'd already arranged a date to visit them in a month's time subject
to Covid rules. She wished them every happiness and looked forward to
meeting Isaac.

4.

Daniel had finished the five naked pictures of Isaac and had delivered them
to the gallery he used for marketing his work. Isaac had also completed his
picture of the Tower of London. Although Daniel told him it was good, Isaac
wasn't sure. He was a perfectionist and kept making changes, but he was
finally persuaded to leave it alone. To his amazement it was snapped up for
a price of £400. Even after the gallery's commission had been deducted,
he'd never owned such a large sum. The gallery wanted more of his work, so
he started on his painting of Tower Bridge.

"The gallery has sold all the nudes" Daniel announced. "They want more. We
need to find guys who are willing to pose naked."

Issac was amazed and when Daniel said he was going to pay him a share of
the fee, he was even more so.

Over the next few weeks, Daniel obtained more commissions. Most were
relatively small, so he asked Isaac to handle some. One involved a portrait
of the client's eighteen-year-old son, so Daniel suggested that Isaac
undertook the job. He was more than capable in his view. Kwame's family
were wealthy Africans and liked portraits of the male line. They lived in a
smart house in Victoria. At the initial meeting, Daniel introduced Isaac
and explained that he'd be the artist. Seeing he was also black and of
similar age to his son, Kwame's father immediately liked him and said he'd
be happy for him to undertake the portrait.

"For logistical reasons, Kwame will need to visit our studio to sit for the
portrait" Daniel explained. Apart from being more convenient for them, he'd
found from experience that working away from the client was best for the
sitter and the artist. "I take it that's not a problem."

"Not at all. It will get Kwame away from distractions at home."

Having discussed the fee and the type of pose required, Kwame was asked to
join the meeting. "Kwame, I'd like you to meet Isaac who is going to paint
your portrait."

Isaac smiled at the good-looking guy and raised his hand as acknowledgement
in place of a forbidden handshake. Kwame slouched down in a chair opposite
and sat with his legs wide apart. It was obvious to Daniel and Issac that
he was gay, but they had a feeling his father was not aware.

"You'll need to visit Isaac's studio in Sugar Quay" his father announced.

"Never heard of it" Kwame announced. Daniel said he'd provide the address
and instructions on how to get there. Kwame casually nodded as he sat
looking at Isaac. He smiled as Kwame continued looking at him.

"How do you feel about having your portrait painted?" Daniel asked him.

Kwame shrugged. "Okay, I presume. It's a family tradition apparently, so
I've got no option. How many sittings are required?"

"Four or five of one hour each" Isaac replied having asked Daniel
beforehand.

"It depends on how good you are at sitting" Daniel added. "Fidgety subjects
take longer."

Kwame nodded, casually scratching his balls. He fancied Isaac and felt his
cock twitch with excitement. He'd not been keen on having the portrait done
when his father first told him he was to do so, but seeing who'd be doing
it, he was beginning to change his mind.

"And I'd need to attend your studio" he added. Daniel agreed which suited
Kwame since he'd be away from his father for each session. He'd insisted on
him joining the family catering business whether he wanted to or not. He'd
never been interested in cooking, but his father said he'd be joining the
administration team, so he could run the business when his father retired
or bit the dust.

Having obtained agreement to undertake the assignment at the price quoted,
Daniel said he'd confirm everything in writing and give suitable dates for
the first sitting.

"Kwame didn't seem that keen on having his portrait done" Isaac commented
on their way home.

Daniel agreed. "And he's clearly gay but I have a feeling Dad doesn't
know. I'm sure once you use your charm on him he'll become more willing" he
chuckled.

Kwame had agreed to attend the studio three days after the initial
meeting. Daniel was out when he arrived having had to visit another
potential client. Isaac invited him in and led him to the studio.

"Do you own this place?" Kwame asked as he followed Isaac's sexy butt and
noticed the quality of the place. He'd expected to visit some backstreet
building not a smart apartment block. "Wow look at that view" he exclaimed
and rushed over to the window. "This place is awesome."

"The property is owned by Daniel. It was originally his uncle's. I live
here with him."

"So, you guys are gay?"

"Yes. Is that a problem for you?"

"Fuck, no. I am too."

"We thought as much" Isaac smiled.

"That obvious, is it" Kwame laughed. "For fuck's sake don't tell my
father. He'd flip his top."

"I know the feeling. My father was the same, which is one of the reasons
why I left home. Is yours homophobic?"

"Shall we say he's not gay friendly. He's never raised the issue and
neither have I."

"What about your mother; what's her view? Does she know?"

Kwame laughed. "She's not allowed to have views of her own. She says and
does whatever my father says. She's never given any indication that she
does know, and I can't risk telling her because she'd feel duty bound to
tell my father."

"What will you do?"

"Fuck knows. I'm dependent on my father for everything."

"Are you still in education?"

Kwame laughed again. "My father doesn't believe in college or
university. His father took him into the business at the age of sixteen and
learnt everything he knows on the job. He expects me to do the same."

"Is that what you want?"

"Fuck, no. I hate the idea. I'd forever be at his beck and call. But I have
limited money, so what the fuck can I do?"

"Do what I did. I walked out of my homophobic and violent father's house
one night when he was in the pub getting drunk as usual and walked. I had
virtually no money and just the clothes on my back. Okay, I was fortunate
because I met Daniel who took pity on me. We fell in love, so here I
am. But if I hadn't met him, I'd have carried on walking until something
turned up. You need faith in yourself to do what you want you want and not
be ruled by someone else. My father never once recognised or praised my
artistic skills. But Daniel did and it changed my life."

"Wow. That's amazing" Kwame replied deep in thought. "What about your mum?
You've not mentioned her."

Isaac explained how she'd left, promising to come back for him, but never
did. "If you could choose without any pressure from your father, what would
you like to do with your life?"

"Music and drama. I love music. I play the piano and guitar and write my
own songs. I also enjoy performing and have often thought of doing a
modelling job to make money to get started" Kwame replied with enthusiasm.

"What's stopping you?" Isaac asked.

"My father. He doesn't recognise my music ability and refused to attend the
school play I was in when I played the lead. I received numerous
complements and received an award, but he wasn't interested."

Isaac felt sorry for him and wondered whether Daniel could help. He knew he
had contacts in the music industry. "If someone was able to help you follow
your dream, would you be willing to leave home in defiance of your father?"

"Fuck, yes. I'm not bothered about the money or being the boss of his
business. Besides, from what I've heard it's not as profitable now as it
used to be. My father seems to think he can trade on his name only. I know
others on the board don't agree and want to change things but he's a
stubborn bastard and thinks he knows better than everyone else just because
he's the owner. So, yes, I'd walk out tomorrow if I could."

Isaac put an arm around his shoulder and led him over to where he'd be
sitting for the portrait. "I can't promise anything, but I think I know
someone who may be able to open doors for you. Leave it with me. In the
meantime, we have a portrait to produce."

"Thanks. You're the first person who's understood what I'm going through. I
really appreciate that and anything you can do to help. Okay, how'd you
want me for this fucking portrait?"  "Don't knock it" Isaac chuckled, "I'm
earning money from this".

"I hope you're charging the bastard a big fee; he can afford it."

Isaac grinned and nodded. He knew Daniel had quoted a higher fee than usual
having met the client. The brief was for Kwame to sit in a chair, but
nothing had been said about clothing or whether the subject should look at
the artist. Having got a feel of Kwame, he suggested he paint him in an
open-neck shirt with the top two buttons unfastened and sit
casually. "Imagine you're thinking about the life you'd rather lead and
look out of the window."

Kwame liked that idea. He also liked Isaac. Having got him settled, Isaac
commenced sketching the outline before picking up a brush to start adding
colour. After half-an-hour, he suggested they have a break and took Kwame
into the kitchen to make some tea.

"Thank you for your words of support earlier. It meant a lot to me."

Isaac was overwhelmed by his genuine thanks. When he'd met him at the
initial meeting, he'd come away thinking he was a spoilt rich boy, but that
was far from the truth. Kwame moved up to him and hugged him before kissing
him on the cheek. It made Isaac determined to help Kwame if he could.

After another half hour of sitting, Isaac was happy with what he'd
achieved. Kwame agreed to attend the next day for another session. When
Daniel arrived home, he wanted a full report.

"He's desperately unhappy at home. His father dominates him and refuses to
accept his love of music and drama" Isaac explained. Daniel agreed he had
contacts in the music industry and depending on Kwame's ability he could
make introductions.

Kwame bounced in the following morning with a renewed air of hope. Isaac
introduced Daniel and they sat down to talk before sitting again for his
portrait. He'd brought with him a recording of his music which they
played. He also gave them a CD which contained a video recording of one of
his concerts.

"Who's the guy accompanying you?" Daniel asked.

"Kofi. Hence our performance name, The Two Ks. We met at school. He's also
gay and suffers the same as I do at home. Like me he's desperate to get
away."

"Would he leave with you, if you could see a future?" Daniel asked as he
admired Kofi's performance on the guitar. He was also eighteen but didn't
have money behind him like Kwame.

"I'm sure he would if we had a clear plan."

"You're both talented. There's no doubt about that" Daniel commented. "But
I understand it's a hard slog to get established in the music industry."

"I'm prepared to do anything to earn money before we get established and
Kofi is too. That's why we both said we'd do modelling or drama to start
with because someone told me its a good way to improve our performance."

"What kind of modelling?" Daniel asked.

"Anything. If it makes money to support us whilst we prove ourselves in the
music industry, we'll do it."

"And Kofi agrees?" Isaac asked having guessed what Daniel had in mind.

"What about nude modelling?" Daniel smiled.

"Yeah, bring it on" Kwame laughed. "I'm certain Kofi would too, given the
chance. Do you guys do nude portraits?" he grinned.

Daniel said they did and were looking for models. He also knew other
artists who were too. Kwame became excited. Was his and Kofi's dream about
to come true. Knowing that Kwame had finished his schooling, Daniel asked
if he'd already started working at his father's company.

"No. I was supposed to be, but Covid-19 fucked that up. Most of the workers
are furloughed at present. Kofi can't find work either at present, which is
why he wanted to do more music, but his father won't hear of it."

Daniel was sure he could help the guys and he and Isasc could certainly
employ them as nude models, so he asked if both Kwame and Kofi could visit
him the next day. Kwame said they could. Whilst he moved to the studio with
Isaac to continue the portrait, Daniel listened to and watched the
recordings Kwame had given him. He then contacted two of his contacts in
the music industry and discussed Kwame and Kofi's situation. Both agreed to
listen to the recordings and get back to him.

He went into the studio and found Kwame sitting by the window casually
looking out of the window whilst Isaac painted. It was the perfect pose for
him but nothing like the other family portraits they'd seen at the
house. He suspected that the client would have doubts about it, so he'd
have to persuade him otherwise. He also approved of Isaac being stripped to
the waist to show off his sexy chest as he worked.

On his way home Kwame called Kofi and told him to meet him at their usual
meeting place which was hidden from anyone likely to know them. Kofi was
intrigued because all his boyfriend had said was that he had something
important to discuss. They kissed and Kwame told him about his conversation
with Issac and Daniel.

"If we had the opportunity to get away from home and live our dream, would
you do so?"

"Of course, I would, bruv. I love you and want to make music together."

Kwame explained the problems they'd encounter until they'd proved
themselves and the need to accept any kind of work.

"No problem bruv" Kofi replied. Kwame then asked him about modelling work
which could involve nude assignments. "Who cares, bruv? Doesn't bother me
who sees my tackle" he laughed.

"How would your folks react to you leaving home?"

"My dad would throw a fit, but mum wouldn't bother. I'd probably leave
without them knowing and call once we were away" Kofi replied. Kwame had
thought the same because he knew his father would hit the roof and prevent
him from leaving.

They agreed to meet at the same place the following morning and drive to
Daniel and Isaac in Kwame's car. Having learnt to drive he'd persuaded his
father to buy him a car for his eighteenth birthday. It was a second-hand
Renault Zoe, but it suited him, and he particularly wanted an electric car
to show he was environmentally friendly.

By the following morning, one of Daniel's contacts had replied to say he'd
like to meet Kwame and Kofi and added that they were very talented. When
they walked into the apartment, both were feeling apprehensive. Their hopes
were high but they'd both had dreams dashed by the fathers.

Kwame introduced his boyfriend and Daniel invited them to sit down. Isaac
was with him and sensing their feelings wanted to hug both of them but knew
he shouldn't because of Covid-19.

"I have some good news for you" Daniel commenced and told them about his
contact's interest in meeting them. "I imagine he'll give you an audition
but if you have more recordings of your music, I suggest you take copies
with you." Kwame thanked him profusely and almost jumped up to kiss him but
quickly remembered he wasn't supposed to in the current climate. Isaac also
noticed tears of joy in his eyes and knew what it felt like to be on the
verge of living your dream. Daniel suggested they call his contact. Steven
was thirty-four and had met Daniel in a gay club several years
before. They'd had a number of sexual encounters but were now just good
friends. He managed several successful musicians and was always interested
in young talent, especially gay guys.

Whilst his boyfriend sat again for Isaac, Kofi watched Isaac paint. He
found the process fascinating. During a tea break, Daniel suggested they
call Steven and arrange a visit.

"I could see you both at nine-thirty tomorrow morning, but I have another
appointment late morning, so don't be late" Steven told Kwame who ended the
call with a big grin on his face. Daniel warned them that Steven was very
particular and was only interested in the best, so they'd need to impress
him. Since they needed to keep their visit a secret, Daniel suggested that
Kwame tell his father that he was required for another sitting. Kofi knew
he could convince his father that he had casual work, which wasn't a total
lie because he'd been doing some delivery work for a local greengrocer when
required.

"Depending on how you get on, we can talk again the day after when Kwame
attends for his next sitting" Isaac added. "If you're planning on leaving
home without the blessing of your parents, you need to plan everything very
carefully."

Both guys thanked Daniel and Issac before leaving having decided to cut
short Kwame's sitting. Issac had plenty to do in the meantime, so wasn't
bothered. He'd been a good sitter, keeping his pose perfectly which had
made his job much easier.

"I so hope Steven likes them and agrees to help" Isaac commented after
they'd gone. "They're so desperate to escape the life they're destined for
at present."

Daniel agreed. He also looked forward to painting the two beauties in the
nude. He'd already worked out how he'd use them before he introduced them
to other artists.

Kwame was so happy as he drove them home and was telling Kofi about new
songs he had in mind.

"We've not auditioned for this guy yet" Kofi laughed.

"He'll love us" Kwame replied. "I have a good feeling about this."

"Where would we live? We need money for that."

"Don't worry. I've already searched for low-cost accommodation and there
are flat shares available. We rent a room and share facilities with
others. It'll be good fun. I've got access to money to tide us over until
we're earning proper money. Besides, Isaac's offered us modelling work if
we're willing to do nude work. Your cock would look good in a picture" he
laughed and grabbed his boyfriend's crotch with his spare hand.

Kofi giggled. He so loved Kwame and was willing to do anything to be with
him. Life at home was getting worse, especially with his dad home everyday
due to the epidemic. All he did was watch television and shout at him and
his mother who just accepted it.

5.

As soon as Steven met the guys he knew he wanted to be their agent, but he
wanted them to audition. Kwame handed over some music for Steven to read
whilst they sang.

"Have you written this?" Steven asked. Kwame nodded, hoping it was good
enough. "Very impressive. Would you like me to accompany you on the piano?"

"That would be great" Kwame replied. "I can play keyboard as well and
sometimes accompany us as we sing."

Steven was even more impressed and moved over to his grand piano. As he
played, he studied the two lads playing guitar and singing. They harmonised
well together and knew an audience would love them. They were also very
sexy which always helped. His own cock was already reacting as he imagined
stripping each of them before fucking.

The song finished and both lads looked at him nervously waiting for his
comments.

"That was very good. With a few minor improvements it could do very well."
Both lads grinned with a sigh of relief.  "Do you write all your songs?"

Kkwame said he did, but they were willing to sing those by other composers
if required. They then discussed how many public performances they'd
performed, the types of audience and where. After jotting them down, he was
impressed.

"Do you compose songs?" he asked Kofi. He replied he didn't and just
supported his friend when they performed. "So, Kwame is the boss of the
duo?" he smiled. Kofi nodded. "Does that bother you?"

"Never" Kofi replied emphatically. "Kwame is far more talented than me. I
follow his lead."

"And you're happy with that?"

"Yes. I love singing his songs with him. I'd be hopeless on my own."

Steven liked his honesty. "I understand you are boyfriends" Steven
grinned. Kofi said they were. "Who's the boss in the bedroom?" he
chuckled. Both lads looked at one another for a moment.

"We're both versatile" Kwame replied.

"But he's the boss" Kofi grinned.

"You're both very attractive guys" Steven said. "In this industry that
certainly helps, but it can cause problems in a relationship if one or
other of you are hit on by a third party. How would you react to that?"

"We're not monogamous, if that's what you mean" Kwame grinned having
realised what Steven was getting at. "We've also had threesomes" he
added. Steven nodded thoughtfully. At least there was a chance he might get
inside their pants.

"At present we both have to hide our sexuality because our fathers don't
approve" Kofi chipped in.

"So, I understand" Steven replied, remembering his own father. "I also hear
that neither of your fathers give you credit for your talent."

"Music and performance are our dream. That's why we have to leave home and
make our own way in the world" Kwame explained. Steven fully
understood. He'd had to do the same. He hadn't spoken to his father for
fifteen years. He explained that because of their young age he'd need to
have proof that they were eighteen. Daniel had warned them of this so each
of them immediately produced their birth certificate. He then explained
what he could do for them and the percentage he'd take from fees
earned. "How does that sound?"

"Brilliant" they replied in unison. He agreed to put everything into an
email and attach the contract which they should carefully read and seek
advice if they could. Once signed, their new life could begin but he
explained that it was a hard road to climb so life would be difficult in
the early days. Both said they knew that but were prepared to work hard and
do whatever it took to achieve their dream. Steven was impressed and looked
forward to working with them. He gave each of them a big hug and a kiss on
the cheek. "Fuck the rules" he grinned.

Both left feeling on top of the world and called Isaac immediately to give
him their good news. He was delighted and arranged for them to visit the
following afternoon.

"Tell your father, Kwame, that you're required for a late sitting and
Daniel has invited you for a meal. Can you get away, Kofi?"

He said he could and would tell his father that he was meeting a
friend. Isaac also told them to act normally at home and not give any hint
of their new life ahead.

"Good move to invite them for a meal" Daniel grinned after hearing the news
about Kwame and Kofi. "After Kwame has sat for you, we'll suggest they pose
naked for us. Who knows what will happen then" he chuckled. Just thinking
about the possibilities caused Isaac to go hard.

Kwame and Kofi arrived late afternoon. Both looked concerned about
something.

"What's wrong?" Daniel asked, expecting both to be on top of the world.

"Our fathers" Kwame replied. "Mine arrived home earlier than normal and was
in a filthy mood. Something to do with the business. As usual he took it
out on me, shouting and storming, telling me I was useless because I was at
the piano composing a new song. Told me I was wasting my time fucking about
with music and should be working at the firm. As usual it ended in a row
and I walked out."

Isaac immediately hugged him, not bothering about social distancing. Kwame
pressed his head against Isaac's shoulder as he kissed his neck.

"What about you?" Daniel asked Kofi.

"The usual. He was watching TV when I said I was meeting up with a friend
and having a meal with him. He exploded and shouted I should be out looking
for a job to earn money instead of having a good time and moaned that
nobody invited him out due to the virus. I replied that if he weren't such
a miserable bastard he'd have friends who invited him out."

"Probably not the best response" Daniel laughed. "However, I suggest we
discuss your exits in more detail when we eat. In the meantime, Isaac needs
Kwame for one final sitting, and I have something in mind for you, Kofi."

Isaac took Kwame into the studio leaving Kofi with Daniel in the living
room.

"You only need me for one more sitting?" Kwame queried once in the
studio. Isaac said he had a few final things to do and after that he could
complete the work on his own. "How long will that take?" he asked.

"A couple of days. We'll then frame it, and Daniel will deliver it to your
father."

Isaac could see tears in his eyes, so took him into his arms. "Hang on in
there. All going well you could be free in three days."

"I hate him so much" he sobbed. "If I don't get away, I'll kill
myself. This fucking Covid has made him ten times worse."

Isaac hugged him tight and said he knew exactly what he was going
through. "Keep your mind on what life will be like once you live your
dream. That's how I got through it until I was ready to run away."

"Thanks. I don't know what I'd have done without you and Daniel. Although
he doesn't show it, Kofi is stronger than me."

Isaac looked at him and wiped the tears from his cheek. He then kissed him
on the lips. It became hard and passionate before Isaac pulled away. "We've
got a portrait to finish" he grinned. Without saying anything about what
had just occurred, Kwame walked over to the chair by the window and adopted
his pose. Within seconds he was deep in thought. It was perfect for what
Isaac wanted.

"Tell me Kofi, are you certain you want to make your future in music with
Kwame?"

"Definitely. We work well together."

"Even though he's in charge?"

Kofi chuckled. "I know my limitations. He has so much more talent than me,
but he still listens to suggestions from me."

Daniel smiled. "That's what makes a good team. All we now need to do is
make your dream come true." He explained that Kwame's portrait would
hopefully be complete within three days, so their new life wasn't far
away. Kofi clapped his hands. It couldn't come soon enough. "We talked the
other day about you guys doing modelling, and in particular, nude
modelling. Are you still okay with that?"

"You bet" he replied excitedly. "Can't wait."

"How about you do some now, whilst Kwame is sitting for Isaac?"

Kofi agreed, so Daniel asked him to strip off. Kofi didn't hesitate and
within a few moments was standing stark naked in front of him. "You've got
a beautiful, sexy body."

"Thanks" he grinned as he casually played with his big black cock. Daniel
asked him to lay on the sofa and adopt an erotic pose. Not too sure what to
do, Daniel adjusted his arms and legs as well as positioning his flaccid
cock to bring it into full view. Kofi appeared totally relaxed as he turned
his face towards Daniel who was now taking photographs from different
angles to assess the best angles for paintings.

"How do you feel?"

"Great" Kofi grinned. This was something he could do as an equal with his
boyfriend. "How'd you think Kwame will react if he sees you like this?"

"He'll be cool. We've broadcast ourselves on one of the live online gay
channels and he's fucked me online."

Daniel grinned. He was getting hard just thinking about it. He decided to
adjust Kofi's pose and lifted one leg to expose his beautiful black
balls. He lifted the flaccid cock and noted it swell slightly. He took more
photos from different angles plus some closeups of the beautiful cock and
balls. He had thoughts of producing studies of the male anatomy.

"Still okay?" he asked. Kofi grinned and said he was fine.

"Can I see what you've taken?"

Daniel nodded and moved Kofi's legs off the sofa so he could sit down
beside him. He asked if he'd like a robe to wear but he shook his head. "I
enjoy being in the buff. So does Kwame but we don't have much opportunity
at present."

He was busy looking at the photos when Isaac and Kwame walked in.

"All done?" Daniel asked as if it was perfectly normal to be sitting beside
a gorgeous naked guy showing him nude photos.

"Yep" Isaac replied, his eyes feasting the gorgeous black naked
body. "Another day, possibly two, will see it complete. This guy's been
brilliant. He's kept his pose perfectly" he added, putting an arm around
Kwame's shoulder, and pulling him tight against his own body.

"Been doing some nude modelling for Daniel" Kofi grinned. "Come and see the
pictures he's taken. They're brilliant" he told his boyfriend.

Isaac watched his reaction as he sat between Daniel and Kofi. He appeared
perfectly at ease and if he weren't mistaken, he could see a large bulge
appearing inside his trousers. Kwame asked Daniel how the photos were used
as they were to pose for painted pictures. Daniel explained they gave him
ideas of the best pose and and angles to use. Isaac added that they also
came in handy once the picture was being painted to provide the original
pose.

"Do you get hard whilst painting naked guys?"

"Frequently" Daniel laughed. "When I painted Isaac naked, I stripped off to
let it all hang out" he chuckled.

"Wouldn't mind seeing that" Kofi laughed.

"Perhaps you will whilst we paint you guys" Isaac grinned.

"Do you still have the paintings of Isaac?" Kwame asked.

Isaac replied that most had been sold at a high price, but Daniel had kept
one.

"Why don't you show it to the guys whilst I start preparing the meal"
Daniel told him. The guys immediately jumped up and Isaac took them into
the master bedroom. Daniel admired Kofi's naked butt as he went. It was
perfect.

"Wow. That's fucking beautiful" both guys gasped as they admired the
painting of Isaac's stark-naked body draped on the bed and showing off a
semi-erection. "Can we pose like that?" Kofi asked, now conscious that his
own cock had reacted to the picture. Isaac said he was sure that could be
arranged. They returned to the living room where Kofi got dressed whilst
Isaac helped Daniel with the meal. They could hear the other two talking
excitedly about their new life which was now about to start.

Whilst they ate, they discussed the logistics of the escape plan from their
respective homes. Kwame's would be the easiest, since his father attended
the office each day despite no contracts to fulfill, so he could pack his
car whilst his mother went shopping, which she did every morning. Because
Kofi's father spent his day watching rubbish on television whilst on
furlough, his escape would be more difficult, but he'd work out a way.

As soon as the painting had been delivered, Kwame would notify Kofi and
they'd make their escape. He'd already spoken to the owner of a flat let
and Daniel had provided the reference, so all he had to do was pay the
deposit and the first month's rent. He and Kofi had been to see the fully
furnished room and said they'd take it.

"I can't believe this is about to happen. It's so fucking brilliant. Thanks
guys. We'd never have been able to do it without you."

Emotional hugs and kisses followed between the four of them before they
left.

"One other thing" Daniel grinned as he gave Kofi some banknotes. "A down
payment on your nude modelling fee."

Kofi gasped when he saw the amount and hugged Daniel as he kissed him full
on the lips. "Thank you. Thank you so much."

"You can show your appreciation in kind when we commence the paintings"
Daniel laughed.

The guys left a lot happier than when they'd arrived, and it made Isaac
feel good.

6.

The portrait was completed a day and a half later. Daniel inspected the
final item and thought it was beautiful. Isaac had captured Kwame
perfectly, the pose and angle being brilliant. Whether the client would
agree remained to be seen. In the afternoon, they framed it in the frame
that Daniel had ordered. He used to pay for a framer to do this work but
decided he could perform the task just as easily and a lot cheaper.

Once the canvas had been fixed into the frame, they covered the back with
backing paper and affixed a label which detailed the name of the subject,
the artist, the studio, and the date painted. Isaac had signed the painting
in the bottom righthand corner of the portrait. It was now ready to
deliver, so Daniel contacted Kwame's father to arrange delivery the
following morning. Isaac sent a text to Kwame to give him the news.

"White rabbit, 10, tomorrow" Kwame texted Kofi which was the code telling
him to leave home in the morning and meet him at the agreed location.

"Your portrait is being delivered to the office tomorrow morning" Kwame's
father told him that evening when he arrived home. "I need you to attend."

"Why? I'm not bothered. You wanted it" he replied defiantly.

"Just do as you're told, for once" his father shouted. "Be there by 10
a.m. and don't be late."

"Yes, father. Anything you say father" Kwame sarcastically replied and
stormed out of the room to finish his packing. He'd done most of it and
hidden it in the boot of his car, so there were only last-minute items. He
had far too many clothes, so had selected what he wanted. His mother never
opened his wardrobe or chest of drawers having been told to leave clean
clothes on the bed for him to put away exactly how he wanted.

Kofi, meanwhile, was doing his packing but he had far fewer clothes to
select. His items fitted into two plastic carrier bags which he hid in the
wardrobe.

"Office, no later than 10 a.m. And come smartly dressed" Kwame's father
shouted at his son the following morning before he left for work.

"Whatever" Kwame replied as he ate his breakfast, knowing he'd not be
going. After his father had left, he looked at his mother. She raised her
eyebrows and smiled.

"I'm off" he told his mother, now dressed in a suit and tie which he'd
decided to take for his new life. He kissed her on the cheek and left,
picking up his rucksack as he went. He'd wanted to tell her the truth and
say he wouldn't be returning home ever again, but he couldn't, afraid that
she might call his father before he was well away. Instead, he'd left a
note on her dressing table saying "Sorry mum, but I can't live with him
anymore. His constant bad temper and shouting at me is getting me
down. I've left home and won't be back ever again. Love Kwame. PS I'm gay
and going to live with my boyfriend."

He then drove to the place where he was collecting Kofi whose exit had also
gone smoothly. His mother announced at breakfast that she was going
shopping and asked Kofi to make his father a mid-morning tea. As usual, he
settled himself in front of the television and watched rubbish with the
sound blaring. At 9.30 Kofi made the tea and stirred in a crushed sleeping
tablet he'd pinched from his mother's bedroom. He gave the mug of tea to
his father who took it without comment or thanks and drank it as he watched
his programme. Within ten minutes he was falling to sleep.

Kofi left his pre-prepared note in his mother's apron. It said "Have left
home. Fed up with his bad temper and shouting at me. Won't be back but I'll
be okay. Love Kofi."

"Where the hell is he?" Kwame's father shouted down the phone at his
wife. "The portrait is here but that stupid idle son of yours hasn't
arrived."

"He left over half-an-hour ago. He must be on his way" she replied calmly.

"They'll be hell to pay when I see him. You're far too soft with him" he
shouted. She put the phone down without replying. She went upstairs and saw
Kwame's note. Having read it she wasn't surprised.

She dialled her sister's number, praying that she'd answer.

"I'm leaving him. Does your offer still stand?"

"Of course, it does. You should have left him years ago. He's a
bastard. What's he done now?"

"Driven Kwame away. He's left and I've no idea where he's gone. Says he's
never coming back."

"Don't blame him. He's a saint that lad of yours. Have you tried calling
him?"

"Yes. Number no longer available."

"You should have confided in him and let him know you were on his side but
it's too late now. When are you coming?"

"Immediately. See you in two hours."

"How are you going to tell the bastard? I assume he's not at home."

"By note like Kwame did."

Her sister laughed. "Love to be a fly on the wall when he sees that. I'll
meet you at the station. We'll enjoy life together and don't worry about
Kwame. He's far more intelligent than that stupid husband of yours."

When the call ended her phone rang again. It was her husband. She ignored
it whilst she packed a case with as much as she could fit in. The rest
she'd do without. She'd always got on well with her older sister who'd
never married, so looked forward to living with her. She was right. She
should have confided in Kwame instead of appearing to play the part of the
dutiful wife and allow her husband to treat her like dirt. Perhaps one day
she'd be able to meet her son again and explain why she'd not done so.

Once packed, she penned a note for her husband. "Have left you. Not coming
back. Can't stand you any longer. You've also driven Kwame away, so you're
now on your own. Enjoy." She left it on the hall table with her door key
and waited outside for the Uber cab she'd booked.

Kwame's father was fuming when he returned to the room where he'd left
Daniel.

"Sorry about that. Seems Kwame has got delayed." He looked at the portrait
and frowned. "Not like the others."

"A good portrait has to be done to suit and reflect the subject. The artist
has to view them and decide what pose and angle to use. In my professional
opinion, Isaac has chosen the perfect pose and angle for Kwame. His intense
expression shows that he's thinking about his future role and how he can
best use his skills. It's very clever in my view."

"Yes, absolutely. It's very clever" he replied, assuming that his son was
thinking about his future in the company. "Here's the cheque for the final
instalment."

Daniel thanked him and made his leave, quietly chucking to himself, knowing
that Kwame was about to start his new life away from this ignorant
bastard. Later, Kwame's father called his wife yet again to find out why
his son hadn't appeared as instructed but the call didn't connect so
decided there must be a fault on the line.

"Arrange for my son's portrait to be hung in the boardroom" he instructed
his secretary.

When he arrived home later that day he found the house empty. "Where the
fuck are you both?" he shouted. He then saw the note on the hall
table. "The fucking bitch" he yelled, scattering the contents of the table
onto the floor, breaking a glass vase in the process. He stormed up to the
main bedroom and flung wardrobe doors and drawers open. It was very evident
that his wife had left. He then stormed into his son's room and found the
same. He sat on the bed wondering what the hell he was going to do. No wife
to cook his meals and look after his house, plus he'd have to admit to the
board that his son was not joining the business, so he had no successor.

He called Joan, his secretary, and asked if his son's portrait had been
hung in the board room yet. She replied triumphantly that the task had been
completed.

"Take it down immediately and throw it away. As far as I'm concerned, my
son doesn't exist."

"Take it down? And throw it away?" she queried, wondering why the sudden
change since she was expecting Kwame to start working at the company within
the next few weeks.

"Are you deaf? Do as I've said, take it down and bin it, you stupid bitch."

"There's no need to be abusive, sir. I'm just checking your instruction. I
thought your son was due to start working at the company."

"He's not, so do as I say and stop arguing with me. Why does everyone think
they know better. Fucking well do as you've been told" he shouted.

"That's it. I've had enough of your abusive attitude and your bad
temper. We're all under stress because of this pandemic but there's no need
to take it out on your staff who do their best to support you. I'm
resigning. I will leave my resignation on your desk" Joan replied.

"You can fuck off now. I don't want to set eyes on you ever again" he
shouted and slammed the phone down. Joan was shocked, even though she knew
her boss had a bad temper. Fortunately, she recorded all calls because he
seldom put instructions in writing. She made a copy of it and went to see
the accountant. She too was shocked and called the boss to confirm that he
wanted Joan to leave immediately, in which case she'd be paid money in lieu
of notice. She received the same level of abuse from him, telling her she
was incompetent if she couldn't work that out.

"I've also told him I've had enough of his abuse and have resigned" she
told Joan, "so I'm leaving as well. The company is going down the drain in
any event, so best to get out now before it does."

She immediately processed Joan's final payment plus her own, whilst Joan
typed up the recorded phone conversations for the file. She removed the
painting from the boardroom and looked at it. "He's a beautiful lad. Damned
if I'm going to bin it" she told herself and decided to take it home.

Forty-minutes later, they both walked out of the door having left their
resignation letters and their keys on the boss's desk. Both knew it wasn't
a good time to give up a job but they'd had enough of their abusive
boss. Besides, they both walked away with three months money in their
pocket plus outstanding holiday pay.

Kwame and Kofi, meanwhile, had moved into their room in the flat
share. Somehow, they fitted everything in, and it was soon shipshape. When
it was time for a meal, they went to the kitchen where they met their
flatmates.

"Hi, I'm Zane. Good to meet you. You're together, I assume."

"Of course, they are. I'm Rob and appear to be the only straight in the
flat. You are gay, I assume. Zane's been the only queer in the flat up to
now. So, you've got two fuck buddies, Zane" he laughed.

"You'll have to excuse Rob" Zane grinned. "He's very straight; fucks every
bit of skirt he can get, but he's not that bad as a flatmate."

Kwame and Kofi shook hands with them both, not too sure how to take the
banter, but both guys seemed good friends. Rob then explained how things
operated. They could either cook their own meals or cook a meal together
and share the costs. The new arrivals said they were happy to share and
help with the cooking which generally meant heating up ready-made meals.

The kitchen had been opened up into what was once a small living
room. There was now space for a table that accommodated six and plenty of
work surfaces for food preparation. The new arrangement meant that there
was no communal living room so bedrooms were used for recreation. Each
contained two easy chairs with a wall mounted TV, a small tabletop fridge
for cold drinks and an electric kettle for hot beverages.

Rob also explained the rule of the house was that all dishes had to be
washed up immediately after each meal and no dirty dishes or cups were to
be left in the sink. Likewise, the communal bathroom must be left clean
after use.

"He doesn't realise that us poofs like everything kept in apple pie order"
Zane laughed.

Rob gave him a black look but Kwame sensed the camaraderie between
them. After they'd finished eating and everyone had helped wash up the
dishes, Zane invited them into his room.

"Rob is meeting his latest bit of skirt, so he won't be back until the
early hours. Let's get to know one another over a drink and a joint."

Kofi looked at Kwame who grinned as they followed Zane into his room. It
was much the same size as their's but the walls were festooned with posters
of naked men. The three of them sat leaning against the headboard, with
Zane in the middle, drinking bottles of beer and smoking a spliff. When
those had been consumed, more bottles and joints were handed out.

"I hope you guys are up for some fun" Zane giggled as he placed a hand in
each crotch. "Being the only gay has been lonely." Kwame had already
explained that he and Kofi had left home because of difficult fathers, so
were looking forward to having fun. Zane soon had their jeans unfastened
and a hand inside their briefs to feel the hardening cocks. Kwame did the
same to him and felt his.

"Let's make things easier" Zane grinned and proceeded to remove his
clothes. The other two did the same and watched him suck each cock in turn
until both were rock hard. "You guys like fucking with these gorgeous
rods?" Kofi said they did and told him to lay face down between Kwame's
legs so he could fuck his arse whilst Zane sucked his cock.

Once in place, Kofi spread Zane's legs wide apart and knelt between
them. After pulling his butt cheeks wide apart, he proceeded to lick his
arse. Zane was soon verbalising his approval as the hot tongue pressed
through his hole.

"Condoms?" he asked after coming up for air.

"Never use them. Lube in bedside drawer. Just fuck me with that big juicy
cock of yours" Zane giggled. Kofi did and soon had his thick length deep
inside the beautiful white arse. He fucked hard until he felt his climax
rising so pulled out and shot his load over Zane's back.

"Fuck. That was fucking awesome, man. Thanks. Now your turn, Kwame.

Kofi looked at Kwame and grinned. They'd clearly made a new friend. Zane
moved onto his side and lifted one leg up to his chest to expose
himself. Kwame plunged his erection into him and gave him a good long hard
fuck until he too had shot his load.

"Time for a shower" Zane said and proceeded to walk naked out of his room
to the bathroom.

"What's the rule about walking around naked?" Kwame asked.

"I sleep in the buff so wander around naked whenever I want. Rob isn't
bothered. Sometimes he has chicks sleep over but they don't care. Most
enjoy seeing a naked guy wandering around."

The bathroom had been converted into a wet room with two shower heads on
one wall, so they showered together.

"Who occupied our room before us?" Kofi asked. Zane replied that it was a
guy in his twenties who only stayed six months because he was moved to
another part of the country by his company.

"The landlord never lets to females. I reckon he's gay" Zane laughed and
then asked what they did for a living. Kwame explained they were about to
launch into a music career professionally but would be do modelling work to
supplement their earnings to start with. Zane wanted to know more, so Kwame
explained he wrote songs and they sang under the name Two Ks. Zane asked
more about the modelling work and Kofi told him about Daniel and Issac who
were artists and were looking for models wiling to pose naked.

"Wow. Wouldn't mind doing that myself" Zane replied. "I'm a Personal
Assistant for a writer so handle his post, phone calls and requests for
book readings and stuff. I enjoy the job but the pay is crap, so could do
with extra earnings."

Kwame said they'd introduce him to Daniel.

7.

The following morning, Kwame and Kofi had their first meeting with Steven
as their official agent. They'd read through the contract and sought
Daniel's advice before signing it.

"Good news" Steven grinned. "I sent your tapes to a couple of recording
studios and one would like to see you. I've arranged an appointment for
this afternoon. The other one hasn't replied as yet but if this one wants
to sign you up, accept it. They're the better of the two."

Both guys gasped. They'd had no expectation of a recording deal so
soon. Steven then went through a list of venues who'd agreed to see them
with a view to arranging live performances within the confines of social
distancing. Kofi excitedly made a note of each one.

Kwame and Kofi arrived at the recording studio with trepidation and
suitably faced masked but as soon as they were inside, seeing performers
and technical staff rushing around, they felt they belonged. They walked up
to the reception desk and Kwame announced who they were and who they'd come
to see. After checking her computer, the receptionist called a number and
announced them.

"Someone will collect you shortly" she explained whilst checking their
temperature with a hand-held electronic thermometer and giving them
security passes. Five minutes later a young guy appeared and asked them to
follow him. After being introduced to Stan, the recording producer, and
ensuring to keep their distance, he explained they'd be asked to sing two
of their songs in a recording studio.

Once inside the small room in front of a microphone, any nerves had
dissolved away. They were both in their element and loved it. As a result,
their performance exceeded what Stan had expected.

"Fuck. These lads are pros. I've never seen anything like it for guys that
young and making their first recording."

The technicians sitting at consoles agreed and just listened to the output
that was pouring into their room the otherside of the glass partition.

"That was brilliant" Stan told them over the intercom. "Now move onto your
second song."

Kwame said he'd like to play the piano for this song with Kofi playing the
accompaniment on his guitar. Stan told him to use the upright in there and
instructed a sound technician to switch on the microphone by the
piano. Within minutes, Kwame was playing the introduction with Kofi on the
guitar before both began to sing. It was his latest song and had been
written since leaving home. It started mournfully to express his miserable
time at home before leading into happiness on being able to live his dream
with the man he loved.

Ted and his team were enthralled. It was a beautiful song and beautifully
sung. When they'd finished, Kwame and Kofi looked nervously through the
window separating them from Ted and the technicians. They suddenly realised
that everyone was clapping and they grinned.

"Fucking hell. In all my years in this business I've never seen such a
performance from two newcomers" he announced. He told them to join him and
instructed the sound guy to do a copy of the recording for him to listen to
in his office. "You guys were brilliant" he told them. Is that a new song?
It wasn't on the CD Steven sent me." Kwame explained he'd written the
lyrics and music within the past few days since leaving home. Ted wanted to
hear their stories and why they'd both left their home.

"So, your parents don't know where you've gone or what you're doing?"

"No" Kwame replied. "Neither of our fathers acknowledged our talent or
interest in music and Kofi's mum left some years ago never to be heard from
again. Ted could now understand the meaning behind the words and why it was
so dramatic.

"Well guys, I'll be totally honest with you. I was blown away by both your
performances as were the technical team."

Just then, his computer pinged to indicate the copy was ready to hear. He
played it and they listened to both songs. "Your piano playing is very
proficient" Kwame. "How long have you been playing?"

"Since a young child. My mother played and taught me, much against my
father's wishes. Since then, I've undertaken online piano lessons to
improve. I love playing the piano and plan to buy an electronic keyboard as
soon as I can afford one. We now live in one room in a flatshare."

Ted was amazed and made some notes on his pad. He then offered them a
one-year recording contract. Steven had warned them not to accept an
initial contract longer than this.

"You have a good agent working for you who's also qualified to advise on
the contractual terms. Listen to him because he'll negotiate with me on
your behalf. And he generally wins" Ted laughed. "Between us, we'll set up
radio and TV interviews and appearances to get you known. I also recommend
you employ a PA to handle admin and PR etc. That leaves you guys to
concentrate on music and your performance. And one other thing. In my view
your performance is better with you, Kwame, on the piano and you, Kofi, on
guitar whilst both singing. Would that be a problem? "

Both said it wouldn't. Kwame much preferred singing whilst playing piano
and Kofi preferred being the only guitarist. He'd never said so, but
reckoned he was a better guitar player than his boyfriend. Kofi took notes
of everything they'd talked about and they agreed to contact Ted as soon as
they'd spoken to Steven. They also had in mind someone they'd like to have
as their PA.

As soon as they got home, Kwame called Steven to give him a report on how
things had gone with Ted.

"He's already been on the phone" Steven laughed. "Seems you guys have made
quite an impression. Come and see me tomorrow morning and we'll discuss the
recording contract and where we go from there."

Kwame came off the phone feeling he was walking on air. It looked as if his
dreams really were about to come true. When Zane arrived home they
excitedly told him their news. He was delighted and gave each of them a
kiss.

"You'll need someone to manage your diary and PR soon" he laughed.

"It's already been suggested" Kwame replied. "We were wondering if you'd be
interested. It wouldn't be full-time until we were more in demand."

Zane gasped. He hadn't thought of doing the job himself but it made
sense. He had the skills and his writer was not demanding. He agreed to
take the task on after he'd spoken to Samuel, the writer. He only paid Zane
by the hour, so couldn't object provided he maintained the service he
required. After their meal, Kwame invited him to their room for more
sex. They'd enjoyed fucking his cute arse.

The meeting with Steven was thorough as he went through the contract line
by line to explain what they were agreeing. Apart from a couple of minor
things he recommended that they accept it so called Ted to give him the
good news and negotiate the minor alterations. When he ended the call, his
face gave no indication of what had happened.

"He's agreed to the first amendment which was the important one but not the
second. However, he feels you guys should have your own place rather than
one room in a flatshare."

Kwame and Kofi looked at him, knowing they'd not be able to afford anything
else.

"He's prepared to put you into a one-bed flat which the studio owns and
you'd pay a low rent for the first year. After that you either pay the
going rate or move out and find your own accommodation." Steven had never
heard of such an offer for newcomers. "You guys must have really excited
him and made him realise you were going to be big. What did you do, suck
his cock?"

The other two laughed. "Not our type" Kofi giggled. When Steven told them
the rent, it was only slightly higher than what they were currently
paying. Steven showed them the details which Stan had immediately emailed
and recommended they accept the offer. The flat was a warehouse conversion
in Islington at the top of a three-storey building. It was open plan with
bedroom and bathroom. Ted had suggested they view it that afternoon.

"I'll call the agent and arrange a viewing" Steven told them. "If you like
it, I'll call your current landlord and get you released from your tenancy
agreement. You've only been there a few days, so he should agree. Besides,
I can introduce him to someone else who's looking for accommodation."

Kwame and Kofi were speechless. They'd never dreamt things would move so
quickly. Within minutes, Steven had arranged the viewing and they were on
their way. When they walked in, they both gasped. It was fully furnished in
a modern style and an electronic piano stood in one corner of the open plan
living room. Kwame rushed over to it to have a look. It was a make he'd
read about and was considered good quality.

"And this comes with the flat?" he asked the agent.

"Yes. What you see is what you get. Give it a try."

Kwame couldn't resist the offer, so switched it on and played his latest
song. The sound was brilliant. He also noticed a pair of headphones which
could be used to avoid disturbing the neighbours living downstairs. The
building contained six flats, two on each floor with the living rooms on
the outer walls. The agent explained that the studio owned the whole block
and tenants had to be in the music industry.

Having seen the bedroom and bathroom, they agreed to take it. The agent
said he'd inform the client and send the tenancy agreement for them to
sign. Things were happening so quickly they found it hard to believe it was
actually happening. When they arrived home, Kwame called Steven and told
him they'd agreed to take the flat knowing they'd be stupid not to.

"Start packing. I've gone through the letting agreement and approved it in
readiness for you guys to sign it at the agent's office tomorrow
morning. Just about to call your current landlord."

Kwame looked at Kofi. "Are we mad?"

"No. It's what we both want. At last, things are going our way."

Kwame took him into his arms and kissed him. "I love you."

Kofi grinned. He liked hearing those words and reciprocated. Kwame's phone
rang and he grabbed it from the bed. "You're free of the flat-share
agreement. You've paid for the current week but I've said you'll be
vacating by 3 p.m. tomorrow afternoon, so move out as soon as you've signed
the new agreement tomorrow morning and collected the keys."

They immediately commenced packing and by the time Zane arrived home, they
were done.

"I've agreed with Samuel that I can work for him and you guys. He's happy
that I've found another client. So, if you're happy with the agreement we
discussed, we're on. Just need you guys to sign the agreement."

Kwame had discussed the appointment of Zane with Steven and he'd agreed it
was a wise move. He also told him that Zane's rate was very
reasonable. Both guys signed the document and they kissed each other.

"We've also got some news" Kwame tentatively announced.

"That's fucking brilliant" Zane replied, much to the surprise of the other
two. "I shall be sorry to see you leave" he added, "but it's better for you
guys. Besides, we can fuck at your smart flat" he laughed. "Let's
celebrate. Rob is eating out tonight. Fucking another chick
apparently. Let's strip down to our briefs and have fun."

The others agreed to that idea and hastily removed their clothes before
going to the kitchen to prepare a meal. Kofi had purchased a chicken and
mushroom pie, so put that in the oven to heat and made gravy whilst the
other two prepared potatoes and broccoli to accompany it. As they waited,
they drank a bottle of beer.

After their meal and cleared everything away, they went into Zane's room
for sex. As Kwame thrust his stiff cock in and out of Zane's arse, he
wished their new flat had been big enough to accommodate their new friend
as well, but they couldn't have everything. Besides, he had a feeling life
was going to be busy from now on. As he fucked, his phone rang. Kofi
stopped sucking Zane's cock and answered it for him.

"Hi, Isaac. Yeah, things are great." Kwame's... busy at the moment" he told
him, having been about to say `fucking' so told him their news.

Isaac replied he was so happy for them. "Was wondering if you guys could
come over on Saturday. Got an assignment for some nude modelling. Tell
Kwame when he's finished fucking arse to call me. I assume that's what he's
doing by the grunts I can hear from the other guy. Is he a good fuck?"

"Yes. Tell you more on Saturday" Kofi laughed as he watched his boyfriend's
cock thrust in and out of Zane's arse before shooting his load.


Having signed the tenancy agreement and collected the keys to their new
home, Kwame and Kofi drove to the flat which was only half a mile away from
the flat share they'd vacated earlier that morning. Being so near meant it
was convenient for Zane to see them whenever he wanted which pleased
him. Rob hadn't come home the previous evening, so they'd left Zane to
explain and say their goodbyes.

The block had allocated parking so Kofi used the remote they'd been given
to raise the barrier. Once parked, they unloaded their possessions from the
car and made their way up the three flights of stairs. Inside, they stood
looking at the space that was now theirs.

"Tell me I'm not dreaming this" Kofi said. Kwame had the same thoughts. He
still couldn't believe how quickly things had moved.

"I just hope our music is as good as everyone thinks" he replied.

Kofi put down his baggage and took his lover into his arms. "You're
brilliant. Of course, it's good. Guys like Steven and Ted wouldn't do all
this for us, if they didn't believe in us."

Kwame smiled before kissing the guy he loved with all his heart. "As long
as I've got you, I can cope." This brought tears to Kofi's eyes and pressed
their lips together. The kiss became passionate and bodies reacted. Clothes
were soon discarded and Kofi had his legs wrapped around Kwame's waist. He
walked into the bedroom and gently placed him onto the bed. Lifting Kofi's
legs and resting them on his own shoulders, he pressed his erection against
Kofi's arse. With some saliva it slipped inside and he gave him a long hard
fuck. It felt wonderful.

"That was fucking beautiful" Kofi grinned once he'd been filled with his
lover's cum.

"We'd better get unpacked" Kwame grinned and grabbed a pair of shorts from
his luggage. Kofi did likewise and they spent the next hour unpacking and
getting things where they wanted them. On their way, they'd visited the
supermarket and stocked up with food and drink. It was now time for lunch,
so Kofi prepared something light. Afterwards, Kwame played the piano. He
was already composing his next song.

Whilst he played, Kofi heard someone knocking at the front door. He
answered it and silently gasped. Standing there was a beautiful young guy.

"Hi, I'm Robin, your next-door neighbour. Thought I'd introduce myself. Saw
you moving in."

Kofi introduced himself and offered his hand but suddenly remembered the
Covid rules.

"I know. It's a bastard, isn't it. However, with the vaccine now in place,
hopefully the rules will soon be relaxed" Robin replied as he admired the
half-naked Kofi.

Kofi invited him into the living and introduced Kwame. "Ah, another
pianist. I'm one too. I assume you're a couple." Kwame stopped playing and
said they were as he admired the twenty-one-year-old beauty in front of
him. "Are you guys also Ted's proteges? I've been one of his for the past
two years." Kwame said they were and added how grateful they were for his
support. "Yeah, he's a nice guy. Everybody likes him. I know what it's like
when you move into a new place. I was wondering if you'd like to join me in
my place for a meal this evening so we can get to know each other
better. What about it?"

Kwame looked at Kofi who nodded. "We'd love to. Thanks", he replied.

"As it's warm, come as you are if you like" Robin grinned knowingly. The
other two said they would as their eyes drifted down to his crotch and
noticed the bulge now showing inside his shorts.

Robin had suggested they arrive at his flat around 7 p.m. so it gave Kwame
time to do more work on his latest song. Kofi decided to call Isaac to
update him on the latest news.

"Lucky you" Isaac chuckled. "Sounds as if your new neighbour is interested
in getting very familiar with you guys. See if he's interested in modelling
work. I imagine he too could do with the cash. You guys are still on for
Saturday are you?"

Kofi said they were and looking forward to it. Isaac said they could bring
Robin with them if he was interested.

After having a shower, they made their way to Robin's flat along the
corridor. Wearing the same flimsy shorts, they decided to slip on a
short-sleeved shirt but left it unbuttoned down the front. Robin opened the
door wearing the same shorts he'd been in earlier but this time nothing on
top. His naked body was stunning. He invited them in and suggested they
discard their tops. They did and the air immediately became sexually
charged. Robin made no secret of where he hoped the evening would go.

"It's so nice to have gay neighbours" he added. "There are two other gays
on the ground floor but they're not very sociable. I've invited each of
them two or three times but they've not accepted the offer. Shan't bother
again, so thanks for agreeing to come."

Kwame said they were happy to do so and hoped they could regularly meet up
once they got better acquainted. Robin grinned and took that to mean they
were up for sex because he certainly was interested. He'd prepared a salad
with tinned salmon for their meal which would be followed by a trifle he'd
purchased earlier.

Once the meal was over, the guests offered to help clear up but Robin
declined their offer saying "It can wait until the morning. Let's have some
fun." He produced a packet of white powder and made a line of it on the
glass table. The other two looked at one another as Robin snorted the line
using a straw. "I enjoy sex better when I'm high" he laughed. "Want some?"
The other two shook their heads. They'd never taken hard drugs and didn't
intend to start now. "I'm a bottom. I hope you guys like fucking arse" he
grinned.

"We do" Kwame replied as he watched Robin remove his shorts. He was already
excited but not that large. He then knelt on the sofa and rested his hands
on the arm. "I'm all yours, so get fucking, guys" he laughed. Kofi decided
to go first so removed his shorts. He was already hard. Suitably protected
and lubricated, he pushed his tool into the waiting arse. "Ah yes, that
feels fucking good. I love being fucked by big cocks. Give it to me" he
yelled.

Kofi did and fucked for almost ten minutes before he uttered the words,
"I'm coming". Kwame was now hard and having removed his shorts he prepared
his cock for fucking. As soon as Kofi pulled out, he took his place and
gave Robin another long hard fuck.

"Thanks guys. That was awesome. I'm all yours when you want me." He
prepared three drinks and they sat down to enjoy them, not bothering to get
dressed. As they drank, they talked about music and their dreams. Robin
explained that he was solely a pianist and either played solo or with other
musicians, and singers when required. "This fucking Covid-19 is making live
performances difficult but hopefully they'll get back to normal in due
course."

Kofi decided to mention the modelling work they'd been offered to
supplement their income. Robin was interested and wanted to know more and
how much they got paid. "Depends on the type of modelling you do" Kofi
grinned.

"You mean modelling in the buff makes most money" Robin giggled.

Kofi nodded. "Are you interested?"

"You bet. Doesn't bother me showing off my bits" he laughed.

"What if friends or family saw you?" Kwame asked.

"Most of my friends are gay, so wouldn't be bothered, and straight friends
know I'm gay and happy to show it off, so they wouldn't be either."

"And family? Kwame asked.

Robin laughed. "I come from a wealthy family of four kids. When I came out,
my father hit the roof and said no son of his was a disgusting queer. We
argued and he told me to leave immediately, saying I was no son of his and
disowned me adding that I'd not receive any inheritance."

Kwame said he was sorry and asked about his mother's reaction.

"My birth mother died when I was eight and my father married his
secretary. She was just as disgusted, so I packed my bags and left. The
only person who supported me privately was my older brother but as he's
heir to the family fortune, he didn't want to rock the boat. But he did
help me financially to get on my feet after I'd left. That was just over
two years ago. The other two kids from the second marriage are still
children, so kept out of it."

Kwame eventually said it was time they left, so gathered their clothes
having agreed to take Robin with them to Daniel and Issac on the Saturday
morning. Not bothering to dress, they walked naked back to their flat.

8.

The nude pictures of Isaac had become very popular, so there was a demand
for more. Isaac and Daniel had therefore decided how they'd used the three
guys arriving on the Saturday morning. On being introduced to Robin they
knew immediately he'd be perfect for what they had in mind. The three were
taken into the studio where a stage had been setup with cushions.

"We'd like the three of you to pose naked in the form of a love triangle"
Daniel explained before asking them to strip naked. Isaac then arranged
them with Kwame laying on his side resting his head on pillows to raise it
and Kofi lying on his side at right angles to him with his head resting on
Kwame's chest. Robin layed on his back with his head resting on Kofi's
chest. Making sure that all cocks were visible, some of which were already
semi-erect, the guys were told to keep the pose whilst Isaac and Daniel
took photographs from different angles capture it.

After half-an-hour the models were told to have a rest whilst they had a
coffee, so Isaac led three naked guys into the kitchen. As they had their
refreshments they talked about Kwame and Kofi's new life. The modelling
then continued for the rest of the day, by the end of which Isaac and
Daniel had done sufficient to complete their paintings without the
models. They were paid their fee and returned home. Kwame invited Robin to
join him and Kofi for a meal and he readily accepted, hoping things would
progress to sex. It did and he again enjoyed being fucked by his new black
friends.


Over the next few weeks, Kwame and Kofi recorded more songs. Their previous
recordings were already showing success. As a result, Steven arranged
interviews with local radio and television stations during which they were
questioned about their backgrounds, where they'd met and whether their
parents were proud of them. Both explained how their fathers had refused to
acknowledge their musical talent and attempted to stop them living their
dream. This caused an outcry from listeners and viewers who said their
fathers should be ashamed of themselves.

It was as a result of one of these interviews being picked up by national
TV that Kwame's mother saw it. She immediately contacted the television
channel hoping they could pass on a message to her son. It eventually
reached Kwame and he contacted her. She explained why she'd had to appear
being ruled by his father and how sorry she was for not confiding in
him. He accepted her apology knowing how dominant his father had been. As a
result, they agreed to meet. She eventually visited London and met her son
and Kofi at their flat. As they talked, Kofi wondered whether his mother
had seen the program or whether she was still alive. Sadly, he never found
out.

The `Two Ks' rushed to the top of the charts and sales increased
exponentially, which pleased Ted. To celebrate, Steven invited his two
favourite stars for a meal. He prepared a lavish one at his house and they
drank champagne. Both lads were soon intoxicated and he made his
move. Within minutes he had them both naked and bent over the sofa where he
proceeded to fuck each black arse. It was the best sex he'd had for a long
time. Afterwards, he arranged for them to be driven home.

When they woke the following morning, Kofi asked, "Did Steven fuck us last
night? I can't remember."

Kwame giggled and replied he couldn't either but his arse was sore.


In the meantime, Daniel and Issac visited Noah in Kensington. Daniel had
known him for several years and enjoyed his company. He also enjoyed having
sex with him. Noah was twenty-one and very much the top in any relationship
or sexual encounter but Daniel enjoyed being fucked by his friend. As soon
as Noah saw Kofi, he knew he wanted him too.

After a boozy lunch, he suggested they have sex. When he wanted something
he always came out with it. Daniel had warned Isaac about Noah's sexual
appetite and he looked forward to it. They were taken into the bedroom
where he stripped each of them naked. Both were told to lay on their backs
and lift their legs over their head. Noah gazed at the two beautiful arses
in front of him and proceeded to give each one a long hard rough fuck. When
he'd deposited his load inside each arse, he told them to suck each other
off whilst he watched. With everyone satisfied they walked into the garden
and sunbathed naked. He didn't care a fuck whether the neighbours saw them.

"If they don't like what they see, they shouldn't look" he laughed.

As they enjoyed the warmth of the sun, Noah told them about a new guy hed
met.

"His name is Viktor and he's eighteen. He's as camp as they come and a
gorgeous fuck. Why not stay overnight and I'll invite him for lunch
tomorrow."

Daniel agreed, so Noah called Viktor who immediately accepted the
invitation. When he arrived the following morning, the other two agreed he
was utterly beautiful. He had a lovely personality and Isaac commented that
he'd love to paint him.

"Viktor would love that. You could do with some cash, couldn't you?" Noah
directed at his friend. He agreed because he'd been laid off due to
Covid-19. To save his travel costs, Daniel suggested he return with them
that evening and he agreed.

When Daniel showed him the spare room, Viktor looked at him. "I'd much
rather sleep with you and Isaac. I don't take up much room" he
grinned. Daniel knew immediately what he was after and was very
tempted. The guy was beautiful and he'd imagined fucking him most of the
day. Noah had told him that the lad was a bottom and loved being fucked.

"He's asking to sleep with us" Daniel told Isaac after leaving Viktor in
the spare room.

"He's got a cute arse to fuck", Isaac grinned. Daniel kissed his lover and
told him he was incorrigible. He returned to Viktor and invited him to the
master bedroom.

Naked, Viktor was even more beautiful and his arse was certainly cute. He
turned over and spread his legs. Isaac first licked the puckered hole
before plunging his stiff cock through it. Once in, he fucked Viktor
senseless, just as he'd asked. Having deposited his load of cum into him,
he pulled out and Daniel took over.

"He's a gorgeous fuck" Daniel gasped as he thrust in and out of the hot
arse. "You like your arse being fucked, don't you my friend."

"Yeah. Especially by a big cock like yours" Viktor giggled.

The following morning, he posed naked for Daniel and Isaac to paint their
picture of him.


"Now the pandemic is receding and we've been vaccinated, Mother has invited
us to visit them" Daniel told Isaac several weeks later. "They think it's
time they met you."

Since knowing Daniel he'd heard a lot about his family who lived in a large
house in the Cotswolds, Gloucestershire and they sounded lovely people
unlike his own family. They agreed to stay the following weekend.

"They're going to adore you" Daniel said as he drove and placed a hand on
his lover's thigh. He'd sensed that Isaac was feeling apprehensive, which
was understandable in view of his experiences with family.

They arrived at the large house and Isaac looked at it with awe. "Built in
the 1800s but added to and modernised over the years" Daniel explained as
he drove into the wide driveway and parked in front of the double
garage. "It's been my father's family home for generations but when he dies
it'll be sold. I've no intention of living here" he added. He knew his
mother wouldn't want to remain there either if she outlived her husband.

Daniel no longer had a key so rang the bell. Within seconds a grey-haired
woman in her fifties opened the door. She held out her arms and welcomed
her son. After hugging him, she looked at Isaac who'd stood back whilst the
greeting took place.

"You must be Isaac. It's lovely to meet you. Welcome." She moved forward
and hugged him, inviting him into the house.

Even Daniel's father gave him a warm welcome which made Isaac feel good. He
would never understand why his own father hated gays so much. He was made
to feel part of the family throughout his stay and the fact that Daniel was
sleeping with his gay lover in his old bedroom produced no comment or sign
of disgust. On the Saturday afternoon, Daniel took Isaac into the summer
house which was an ornate addition that had been added in the early 1900s.

"Strip off" Daniel grinned. "I want to photograph you for another painting
I want to do."

Isaac gasped. "Strip naked? What if your mother or father come in?"

Daniel laughed. "Don't worry. Mother is an accomplished artist, so is used
to painting naked men and women, and Dad isn't bothered. Besides, he's
working in his study."

Isaac accepted his word and stripped naked. Once Daniel had positioned his
body on a recliner, he commenced photographing from all angles.

"I can see why you love him so, Daniel" a voice suddenly said. "You've got
a beautiful body, Isaac."

He looked up, and gasped.

"Sorry. Have I shocked you?" she laughed. "If I didn't know that my son was
a better artist, I'd invite you to pose for me. I assume this is for a
painting."

Daniel said it was and he'd do several from the photos when they got
home. Issac continued posing as if it was perfectly normal to be naked in
front of your lover's mother. He doubted his would be so casual in similar
circumstances.

Daniel did paint several versions of the picture and kept one which was
hung in their bedroom with the other he'd done. The remainder went to the
art gallery and sold like hot cakes.

As the years went by, Isaac often wondered what had happened to his mother
who unbeknown to him had thought of trying to contact him but never found
the courage to do so. Kwame and Kofi became successful musical artists but
never had sex with Steven again, although they frequently met up with
Daniel and Issac for sex.

At the end of the first year of their recording contract they purchased
their flat which they loved, and Zane eventually worked full-time as their
PA to handle bookings, media, and correspondence. He also moved out of the
flatshare into his own one-bed flat nearby, so he could continue to have
threesomes with his favourite guys.

"Thank you for making me so happy", Isaac told Daniel one day. The comment
melted his lover's heart and thanked Isaac for being the man of his dreams.

*****