Date: Sat, 19 Mar 2016 09:12:18 +0000
From: Adam Stewart <stewad18@gmail.com>
Subject: Mature Guys

Mature Guys
By Adam Stewart

1.

Robert and Steven had been together for thirty years having met each other
at college when they were twenty. Robert was now fifty and Steven
forty-nine although their birthdays were only three months apart. They'd
loved each other from the start even though in those days, homosexuality
was illegal but they knew what they wanted so fought for their rights along
with others.

"The younger generation have it easy" Steven commented, "They don't have to
fight for their right to be with the man they love." They'd grown up before
the second world war when men were expected to be men, marry and produce
children but they'd both bucked the system so lived as a couple in secret
for years. Even their parents, who'd now passed away, didn't know. Then the
war came but fortunately both survived somehow so here they were now living
together as a couple despite the odd comments from those around them.

"May be but there are just as many hurdles for them to get over unless
they're very lucky. Although gays tend to be more accepted now, there's
still a lot of discrimination and homophobia the young gay has to contend
with."

Steven nodded knowing that his partner was right as always. Even though it
was nineteen seventy-four and homosexuality had been made legal seven years
before, things still had a long way to go before total equality, whatever
that was. Robert personally doubted gays would ever be equal since they'd
always be a minority in society.

They'd been fortunate and managed to purchase a large house in Wapping when
prices were low whereas now it was worth far more. Even if they sold it,
they'd not be able to find something similar in London unless they
downsized, which was something they certainly didn't want to do. Robert ran
his own advertising consultancy so having space for a dedicated office was
important. Steven worked for the local authority so the location was
convenient to him. They had two large spare rooms which were now seldom
used for guests so remained closed up most of the time. There was a garden
which Steven liked attending to and the kitchen was large which Robert
liked since he was the cook in the house. Steven had never been interested
in cooking so kept well out of it and instead opted to do the clearing
up. Robert was a creative person whereas Steven was better at detail so
looked after the money and organised things. They were therefore perfectly
matched for each other and loved one another immensely.

"Perhaps we should take a house guest" Robert commented when the issue of
having two large spare rooms raised its head yet again.

"Oh I don't think so" Steven replied, "at least not unless they were a nice
young thing to brighten our day."

Robert laughed. "I see, fed up with me are you so want a younger man around
the house."

"You know that's not true; I still love you as much as when we first got
together" Steven replied defensively.

"I was only joking my love but you're right, a bright young thing would
perk us up. Let's face it, sex seems to have gone out of the window."

"And whose fault is that?" Steven laughed. "Whenever I suggest it you say
you're too tired having worked a long day."

"I know; perhaps we should do something about it."

"Now perhaps" Steven grinned hopefully.

"Nah, too tired tonight."

Steven smiled buy said nothing; he knew Robert's business was demanding and
it was that which enabled them to live in the house they had because his
salary was paltry by comparison.

"Perhaps this Friday we should go to a gay bar to invigorate us?"

Steven thought that a great idea because he liked mixing with other gays
and feeling part of a community.


It had been another busy week for Robert but after their evening meal on
the Friday they made their way to their favourite gay bar in Earls
Court. Steven never drank alcohol so he always drove whenever they went to
the bars since Robert enjoyed his wine and spirits. They had a de-luxe Ford
Cortina which they both liked driving since it was comfortable and economic
to run. At that time of the evening the traffic was reasonably light so
they were soon there and parked in a side street just a minute away from
the bar. As usual it was packed so Robert squeezed through the throng of
guys to buy their drinks.

Having done so he made his way to where Steven was standing at the back of
the bar. As they drank, Robert noticed two young guys leaning against the
wall with a large backpack beside each of them. As he looked, one of them
smiled at him but Robert had a feeling something was not quite right with
them so he moved over and said "Hi".

"Hi" the guy who'd smiled at him replied.

"On your holidays?" Robert asked indicating the two backpacks.

"No...we've...it's a long story."

Robert frowned picking up a sense of nervousness. "Are you guys okay; do
you need some help?"

The lad glanced at others around them to see if anyone was listening to
their conversation. "Yes we do, but it's difficult to speak in here; is
there anywhere we could go where it's quiet and we'd be on our own?"

By now, Robert was certain the two lads needed help so whispered the lad's
request to Steven. Being the practical one, Steven suggested they go back
to the car and sit there.

"Follow us" Robert told the two lads as he swigged down his whisky in one
go and made his way to the door. Steven took a gulp of his orange juice and
left the remainder on a shelf as the two lads picked up their backpacks and
followed Robert.

Once outside, Robert explained they had a car just round the corner where
they could talk. The four walked in silence as they made their way to the
car. When Steven had unlocked it he pushed the front seat forward as far as
it would go and suggested that he and Robert with one of the lads sat on
the backseat and the other sat on one of their backpacks. Robert smiled at
his partner's ingenuity and dumped one of the backpacks on the driver's
seat. Once settled with one lad sitting between Robert and Steven and the
other at Robert's feet they introduced themselves.

"I'm Robert and this is my partner Steven."

"I'm Dylan and this is Tim, my boyfriend."

"Okay guys, how can we help?" Robert asked.

Dylan then proceeded to tell them their story. They'd both met at school at
the age of thirteen in Plymouth where they were born. By the age of
fourteen they were both in love with each other but had to keep it secret
for obvious reasons. Their relationship developed as the years went by and
they realised it was more than a schoolboy crush. Dylan had done some
research and found out about being gay. The problem was his father who was
in the Navy and worked as an engine room operative on a large naval
vessel. He was very strict and controlled his son with a rod of iron. When
Dylan was a child, his father would beat him for the slightest thing and
frequently placed him over his knee for a spanking, often with a naked
bottom. Even when he was older, he'd slap his face whenever he disapproved
of anything so he knew he wouldn't approve of his only son being gay.

When Dylan left school, his father wanted him to join the Navy. "It will
make a man of you" he said having noticed Dylan's effeminate ways. He
dragged Dylan along to the recruiting office but Dylan told the officer
that he had no interest in the Navy and had no intention of joining. This
put the death knell on his father's ambitions for his son so their
relationship became even worse. When Dylan announced he wanted to be a
commercial artist because he'd always been good at art, his father scoffed
and said that was a pansy's job. Even so, Dylan found a company who were
prepared to take him on as an apprentice commercial artist so at least he
was earning money.

In the meantime, he and Tim had continued their relationship and Dylan's
parents noticed how close they were with each other. It was his mother who
really noticed because his father spent weeks away at sea.

"It's just a passing phase son; you'll grow out of it. You need to find a
nice young girl to take your mind off this young man of yours" his mother
told him one day.

Dylan knew it was not a passing phase and neither he nor Tim had any
interest in girls. Tim's father was an alcoholic and his mother had thrown
him out several years before so it was just Tim and her living at home. He
too was interested in art so obtained a job as an assistant with an art
shop in Plymouth.

"Then when my father was home on leave" Dylan explained, "he saw me and Tim
together again and we argued. He told me never to see Tim again and
threatened to throw me out if he found I'd disobeyed his instruction. After
that it became difficult for Tim and I to see each other because my mother
kept a close eye on me."

"How old were you by this time?" Steven asked.

"Eighteen" Dylan replied, "our birthdays are within two days of each
other". He explained that things became harder and harder so he had to make
excuses to be out so he could meet up with Tim. Fortunately Tim's mother
worked long hours at a local factory so they'd slip back to his house and
enjoy each other's company.

"You mean having sex" Robert grinned thinking back to his early years with
Steven. Dylan and Tim grinned and nodded.

"Things became so intolerable, especially when my father was home on leave,
so we started to make plans to run away from home" Dylan said and then
explained what they'd done. Another thing his father had insisted on was
for him to join the boy scouts thinking that would discipline him and get
him away from this other lad who in his view was making him gay. Whilst his
father was away at sea, Dylan told his mother that the scouts were going
away on a two-week camp in Devon. It was the truth but he'd told his scout
leader that he couldn't get the time off from work. By pure chance, Tim's
mother was called away to visit a sick relative in Devon and would be away
for a week. Tim was used to looking after himself so she knew he could cope
on his own. She was also unaware of her only son's relationship with
Dylan. The problem was, how to tell their mothers that they'd left home so
Tim wrote a note to his and left it in his bedroom for her to find when she
came home. All it said was `I've left home mum. I'll be fine so don't worry
about me. Will be in touch in due course. Love Tim.'

Dylan didn't want to leave a note for his mother since she was at home and
he wanted them to be well away from Plymouth before she found out. His
mother had a sister who lived an hour's bus journey away so one day he
visited her. He'd always got on well with his aunt who hated her brother in
law, calling him a big brute of a man, so was sympathetic to her
nephew. Also by chance, it was his mother's birthday towards the end of the
second week he was supposed to be away on camp with the scouts so he asked
his aunt to post a birthday card for him saying his mother always liked
receiving cards in the post. His aunt agreed and made a note to post it
with hers when the time came. What she didn't know was that Dylan had
slipped a note inside saying `You and father have made my life a misery so
I've left home. Don't try and find me because I'm never coming back.'

"Three days ago we each packed as much as we could in a backpack and
hitchhiked to London. It took three days to get here and we arrived this
afternoon. A guy I met in Plymouth told me about the gay bars in Earls
Court so here we are but we have nowhere to live and don't have a clue what
to do apart from doss out on the street."

"You can't do that" Steven exclaimed having sat listening to the lads'
story.

"I agree" Robert said, "and I imagine you could do with a good wash, a
change of clothes and a good meal" he added.

Dylan nodded. "We both brought all the money we had with us but haven't
wanted to spend much until we knew what we'd be doing in London."

"In that case I suggest you come home with us where you can have a bath and
a good meal. We have a spare room you can use for as long as you need it so
there's no immediate rush to find somewhere until you've both found jobs"
Robert said as he looked at Steven for his support.

"How old are you now?" he asked.

"Nineteen; we're twenty in two weeks" Dylan replied.

"So as far as the law on homosexuality is concerned, you're both under the
age of consent."

"Oh come on Steven; we've spent the majority of our lives keeping our
relationship secret so I'm sure these guys can do the same for another year
until they're twenty-one."

"I know, but should it come out that we're harbouring two under age guys it
could be serious for all of us."

"Fuck that; I'm not letting these guys sleep rough and be at the mercy of
pimps and god knows what else. You know what London is like. If anybody
asks, they're my nephews who are staying with us for a while. Don't you
want to help them?"

Steven said of course he did and certainly fancied the idea of having two
gorgeous young men in the house but he felt he had to mention the age
problem.

"Okay guys, you're coming home with us" Robert grinned, also enjoying the
thought of having the young men living with them for a while. As soon as
Robert's words had sunk in, Dylan flung his arms round him and cried as he
buried his head onto his shoulder. Robert hugged and patted him as the
young man let out his emotions.

Tim looked on, also with tears in his eyes. "Thanks; you're both very
kind." Robert smiled and invited him to join the hug. Steven watched on
amused and felt his cock twitch with excitement before telling himself the
lads were under legal age. Even so, he was glad that Robert had invited
them home since it would certainly brighten up their lives.


The drive home passed mainly in silence apart from the odd comment about
London sights as they made their way. Both lads were now sitting in the
back with Robert in the front passenger seat and the two backpacks in the
boot.

The hour's journey seemed to fly by and the two lads felt relaxed at
last. They'd spent the last three days looking over their shoulder in case
someone at home had realised they'd run away and the police were looking
for them. When they arrived, the lads collected their backpacks from the
boot of the car and waited for Robert to open the front door whilst Steven
parked the car in the garage.

"Come on in guys and make yourself at home" Robert said making sure that he
placed a hand on each lad as they passed him. "I suggest you have a bath
first whilst I make you something to eat; how about scrambled eggs since
it's late."

Dylan said that sounded great since they'd not eaten for several hours and
then it was only a sandwich so Robert took them upstairs and showed them
the room they'd be using. Both guys smiled when they saw the large double
bed. They'd never slept in a double before having had to use Tim's single
whenever they had sex. Before Robert said he'd show them the bathroom,
Dylan was already stripping off. Seeing that his boyfriend was undressing,
Tim did the same but left his briefs on. Robert noted that Dylan had
stripped naked so was showing all.

"Nice" Robert said out loud. Dylan smiled at him rather enjoying the fact
that he was pleasing the older guy who he'd taken a fancy to and wondered
whether any action would happen between them.

Robert shook himself out of his dirty thoughts and showed the lads the
bathroom. "Would you prefer a shower or a bath?" he asked. Both lads opted
for the bath so Robert turned on the water to fill it. Once filled, Dylan
indicated for Tim to climb in since it wasn't large enough to take both of
them that easily. Tim reluctantly slipped off his briefs and Robert admired
his full nakedness. Both lads had nice smooth bodies and average sized
cocks. They were both much the same height which equalled to Steven's five
foot eight inches as against Robert's six foot. He also noticed that their
hair was the same colour as his light brown so they could easily be taken
for his nephews.

"I'll leave you guys to it then" Robert said as he pulled two towels out of
the airing cupboard and told them to help themselves to the bathrobes
hanging on the back of the door.

Just as he was about to leave, Dylan again wrapped his arms round
Robert. "Thank you so much; you've been so kind; I'm not sure what we've
had done if we hadn't met you because up to you coming not a soul talked to
us and we were getting worried."

Robert put his arms round the naked lad and gently rubbed his back before
letting his hand move across the beautiful buttocks. Dylan enjoyed the feel
of the older man's body up close to his and felt his cock stiffen slightly.

"You're more than welcome and as I said earlier you can stay here for as
long as you like. I'll make some scrambled eggs for you so when you're
ready come downstairs. You'll find me in the kitchen."

Dylan thanked Robert again and gave him a peck on the cheek which Robert
received with pleasure.

"They're having a bath and I said I'd do scrambled eggs for them" Robert
told Steven when he got downstairs.

"You're quite sure about having them live here for a while" Steven asked.

"Of course, aren't you? You did say you wouldn't mind having a nice young
thing use one of our spare rooms; now you've got two so one each."

Steven grinned and had to agree that both lads were gorgeous so would
certainly liven things up. By the time Robert had prepared the scrambled
eggs, both lads had appeared so Steven invited them to sit at the kitchen
table which he and Robert generally used when on their own. Not wanting to
crowd the two lads, Steven said he'd sit in the living room.

"Is Steven okay about us staying here?" Dylan asked once Steven had left
them.

"Yeah, he's fine. He's not as impulsive as I am" Robert chuckled.

"I like impulsive" Dylan replied with a flirty grin, "Tim's more like
Steven and considers everything in great detail before deciding on action."

Robert smiled and said it was good to have one person like that in a
relationship. He certainly knew that he was going to enjoy Dylan's presence
in the house. When he'd served the lads their scrambled eggs he sat down
and watched them eat.

"So you're a commercial artist Dylan" he commented after a moment of
thought.

"Yeah, I love it so hope I can find another job in that field."

"He's good; far better than me" Tim added.

"What do you and Steven do for a living?" Dylan asked having finished his
scrambled eggs which went down well.

"Steven works for the local council as an administrator and I run my own
advertising consultancy from home. I've converted a room down the corridor
into an office."

"Wow that's cool. So do you use commercial artists?"

Robert smiled and said he did. "As a matter of fact I'm thinking of taking
on my own because I've got so much work now and could use one
full-time. Perhaps you'd be interested."

"Fuck; are you serious?" Dylan replied excitedly. Robert said he was and
suggested they talk about it the following morning when he could see how
good Dylan was.

"Do you guys want anything else? I may have some apple tart left in the
fridge."

Both said they were fine since it was now late so immediately picked up
their dirty dishes and took them to the sink. Tim started washing them
along with the pan used, so Robert let them get on with it rather pleased
to see the lads take the lead. As he watched Tim wash and Dylan dry, his
mind wandered again. If Dylan was as good as he hoped, then he'd certainly
employ him. At least that would provide an excuse for him to remain at the
house for a while.

When everything was tidied up, Robert took them into the living room that
overlooked the garden which was Steven's pride and joy.

"Would you guys like a beer? We've got some in the fridge" Steven
said. Both lads said they'd love one so he went to fetch them.

Dylan then asked how long the two older guys had been together so Robert
told them their story and how they too had fallen in love with each other
at an early age.

"So we know what it's like to live a secret life."

Dylan nodded as he spread his legs wide apart which opened his robe
slightly. The lads were sitting on the sofa and Robert was sitting on his
usual armchair opposite so now had a good view of the lad's crotch. Seeing
Robert's interest, Dylan casually stroked his cock beneath the robe. He was
really turned on by the older guy and wanted him to know it. By the time
Steven returned with two glasses of beer, the erection was forming
nicely. Steven sat down on the armchair at right angles to the sofa so was
totally unaware of what Robert could now see beneath Dylan's robe. They
looked at each other and smiled. Robert's own cock was reacting so he
casually stroked it through his thin trousers not wanting to let Steven
know what he was up to.

When the lads had finished their beers, Steven suggested they all go to bed
so stood up and said goodnight to the lads. The two immediately stood up
but Dylan moved over to a painting on the wall behind where Robert was
sitting.

"I like this" he commented as he looked at the modern painting from
different angles.

"I'm tired so am going up" Tim told Dylan knowing what his boyfriend was
like once he started talking about art. Robert moved up to Dylan and placed
a hand on his shoulder which caused Dylan's cock to jump with
excitement. He explained who the artist was and told him a bit about the
painting as his hand gently rubbed the lad's shoulder. He knew Dylan was
coming on to him and he couldn't help but react to the attention.

Suddenly Dylan turned to face Robert and smiled. "You're a really nice
guy."

"Thanks; and you're a very attractive young man" Robert grinned and felt
the hard organ that was now pushing out the lad's robe. Dylan gasped and
opened the robe so Robert could feel the naked flesh. Robert accepted the
invitation and slowly ran his hand up and down the now hard length. As he
did so, Dylan felt the bulge inside of Robert's trousers.

"That's nice; I've taken a fancy to older guys."

"I thought you had a boyfriend" Robert grinned.

"Yeah, well; there's no harm in gaining experience with others is there."

"Is that what you want to do then?"

"If you're willing; you're a very attractive guy."

Robert pulled the young lad's face to his and kissed his lips. Dylan opened
up for him and let Robert's tongue inside. Soon they were pressing their
stiff cocks together and gently rubbing them as they kissed. The action was
becoming intense and Robert was conscious of his partner waiting for him
upstairs.

"I think we'd better stop" he said having pulled out of the kiss.

"Thanks, that was nice; I won't say anything to Steven or Tim for that
matter. Let's keep it a secret between ourselves" Dylan smiled. Robert
nodded. From what he'd heard, Dylan was good at keeping secrets, as was he.

When Robert went into their bedroom he found Steven already in bed. "Dylan
was interested in our artwork" he said casually. "I'm thinking of employing
him as my commercial artist to take some of the load off of me" he added,
"assuming he's a good as Tim says he is."

Steven smiled and said that sounded a good idea. At least it would explain
why the lad was living with them so all they now had to do was find Tim a
job.


2.

The following morning, Robert looked in on the two lads. They were awake
and if he wasn't mistaken had just finished having sex by the look on their
faces. "Did we sleep well?"

"Yeah, fine thanks having not slept in a bed since leaving home" Tim
replied. Robert looked at Dylan who just smiled as he stroked his still
erect cock beneath the sheet. As it was summer, they'd slept without the
blankets so his stiff cock lifted the flimsy sheet. Robert grinned hoping
that Tim wouldn't notice.

"We'll let you know when the bathroom's free" Robert added as he left the
room and used the bathroom himself for his morning shower. He and Steven
never bothered shutting the door when they were having a shower and he'd
done the same that morning. As he was showering, he suddenly realised that
Dylan was standing at the door.

"Sorry but I'm desperate for a pee; is it okay if I come in?"

Robert grinned guessing that Dylan's real reason was to see him
naked. "Yeah, come on in; don't want you wetting the bed" he laughed.

Dylan walked in and had a good look at Robert's fine naked body as he did
so. Having had his pee he washed his hands by which time Robert had
finished his shower and was standing drying himself just behind him. He
turned and Robert deliberately lifted the towel as if to dry his back. His
cock was already showing signs of interest as was Dylan's. They held each
other's naked cocks and quickly kissed although Robert kept an eye open for
Tim to appear; not that he normally got up until Robert had finished in the
bathroom but he wanted to be safe.

"You've got a beautiful cock" Dylan whispered.

"So have you" Robert replied in an equally low voice.

"Can I ask, are you a top or a bottom?" Dylan said hoping his question
wouldn't put Robert off.

"Generally a top; and you?"

"A bottom; Tim is the top in our relationship. He says he doesn't fancy a
cock up his arse but I keep on telling him he's missing out on a beautiful
experience."

Robert agreed even though he normally topped since Steven preferred being
fucked but he'd taken it on numerous occasions over the years. "Seems we're
compatible in more ways than one" Robert grinned before giving the gorgeous
young guy a kiss on the lips.

"I do hope so" Dylan grinned before leaving the bathroom.

When Robert had finished in the bathroom he returned to his own room and
Steven got up.

"Tell the lads when you're finished" Robert said casually.

Having completed his ablutions, Steven knocked on the spare bedroom door
and told the lads that the bathroom was now free. To his surprise, the door
immediately opened and a naked Dylan was standing there. "Thanks" he
grinned. Behind him was a naked Tim and both guys made their way to the
bathroom having decided they'd shower together. Tim stood back and watched
the two naked guys pass him and go into the bathroom.

"Wow, I've just seen those two stark bollock naked" Steven exclaimed when
he returned to the bedroom. Robert grinned and moved over to where he was
standing.

"Turning you on are they" he giggled as he grabbed hold of Steven's cock
which was already rising to the occasion. Soon Steven had a full erection
so Robert knelt down and took the organ into his mouth. Steven always
enjoyed a blowjob and Robert was brilliant at giving one. As he sucked, he
massaged his own cock which was soon rock hard aching to enter an
arse. When he'd brought Steven off to a climax he bent him over the bed,
grabbed the lube from the side table and lubricated his cock. He then
slowly inserted it into his partner's arse and gave him a good hard fuck
just like Steven liked it. As he fucked he imagined he was fucking Dylan's
cute arse which added to his pleasure. Eventually his load of cum let forth
filling Steven's arse.

"Wow, that was wonderful; perhaps having two gorgeous lads living with us
isn't a bad idea after all" Steven laughed. Robert grinned not wanting to
comment but he felt the same way.


After breakfast, Robert took Dylan into the room that was his office to
test out his skills as a commercial artist. Dylan was impressed with the
set up and noticed an easel standing in one corner.

"Do you do some of your own commercial art?" he asked since Robert hadn't
mentioned that he had done.

"Occasionally if there's a small job to do and it's not worth sending it
out to be done."

Robert passed over a brief which happened to be one he'd just
received. "See what you make of that and sketch out some ideas for me."

Dylan read the brief and set to work using a sketch pad he found on the
desk. With several ideas sketched out he showed them to Robert explaining
why he'd done each one.

"Having read the client's brief, which one do you think would be best for
this campaign?" Robert asked duly impressed with the young lad's
ideas. Dylan re-read the brief and then chose one he felt was best which
was the same as Robert had chosen in his mind. "Excellent, so why don't you
work on that for a while and provide a full version of what you have in
mind."

Dylan moved over to the easel, fixed a new pad of paper and set to work
using the charcoal he'd been given. Within a few minutes he'd sketched out
his ideas from his rough drawing. Robert was fascinated watching him
work. Not only was he good but he was quick so made up his mind.

"Okay, you've shown me enough."

Dylan stopped what he was doing worried that he hadn't done enough to show
his full talents. Robert indicated for him to sit down whilst he sat at his
desk and pulled out some information he'd gathered a while ago on pay rates
for commercial artists.

"You're good so how would you like to work for me as my full-time
commercial artist?" Dylan's face lit up clearly surprised at the
offer. "With you on board I reckon we could offer a wider range of services
to fill your time."

"Thanks, I'd love to" Dylan replied excitedly.

"Don't you want to know the pay and conditions?" Robert laughed.

Dylan grinned and said he would but the thought of working with this good
looking guy everyday was worth more than the pay he'd receive and he'd be
working on what he loved doing. When he heard what pay he'd be getting he
gasped. It was well above what he'd been getting in Plymouth plus he'd
receive two weeks holiday a year.

"The hours will be flexible so some days you'll be working a full day and
others not; when you run your own small business you have to keep the
client happy at all times and meet their deadlines. Robert nearly added
`plus we'll have time to get to know each other even better' but decided
not to even though he was tempted as he gazed at the beautiful lad in front
of him.

Dylan said he was happy to work whatever hours were necessary and was
tempted to add `especially for you'.

"Okay then; you can start on Monday."

With that agreed they stood up but Dylan couldn't resist going up to Robert
and giving him a big kiss. "Thank you so much; I don't know how to thank
you enough." Robert's mind again went wild as he imagined plenty of ways
the young lad could show his appreciation. He left Dylan and ran off to
find Tim to give him the good news. He found him with Steven in the garden
discussing plants.

"It seems young Steven here is interested in horticulture so he's going to
assist me in the garden."

Robert smiled and was pleased that he'd found a willing assistant since he
disliked gardening even though he loved to see it looking nice. "All we now
need to do is fine young Tim a job" he added and sat down with Dylan
watching his partner with the young lad.

"Ah, we may have already sorted that out" Steven explained. "There's an
advert in the local paper for a sales assistant at that gallery in
Whitechapel. He could use the bus part of the way and walk the rest. I've
given them a call and I'm taking him along this afternoon before they close
so they can interview him."

"Wow, that's brilliant" Dylan said, "Thanks".

Later, whilst Robert was making lunch and Steven was laying the table in
the kitchen, Tim whispered to Dylan "These guys are amazing; we've been so
lucky. How long do you reckon we can stay here?"

Dylan shrugged although he'd decided in his own mind that he'd like to stay
as long as they could because the more he got to know Robert, the more he
liked him almost to the point of being besotted by him. He'd also picked up
that the older guy liked him both as a person and sexually so he hoped
things might develop between them.

"I've offered to help Steven with the gardening as a thank you for putting
us up" Tim said bringing Dylan out of his thoughts. "Perhaps you could help
Robert with cooking since Steven says he doesn't like doing that. I've also
said I'll help him with the washing up."

"Yeah, good idea" Dylan replied thoughtfully. He'd never had to do much in
the way of cooking before since his mother always did that but he was
willing to learn, especially with Robert.


After lunch, the two lads sorted out their clothes and hung them up in the
wardrobe having put the soiled ones in the washing machine to wash. Dylan
also unpacked the art equipment he'd brought with him and placed those in
the office where he'd now be working. He looked round the office and felt a
shiver of excitement run through his body as he imagined working here with
the guy he'd fallen for. He then thought about his relationship with
Tim. Up to now he'd always thought they'd be together for ever but he now
had his doubts. He loved Tim but having met Robert he began to wonder
whether he was more attracted to an older man who had maturity and
experience. Then there was the problem of Steven who he could tell was
madly in love with Robert but did he feel the same way about
Steven. `Perhaps it can be a love triangle' he grinned although where Tim
fitted into this plan he had no idea.

"We're off" Steven announced to Robert later in the afternoon.

"Good luck" Robert called out to Tim.

"Yeah, good luck mate" Dylan added.

The afternoon sun had now gone from the garden so Robert and Dylan decided
to go indoors and sit in the living room. As was his usual practice when
sitting in there during the day, Robert slumped down on the sofa. The
armchair he usually used, was good for watching television in the
evening. Dylan paused for a moment wondering whether to join him on the
sofa or take another chair. Robert glanced up at him and smiled so he
decided to sit beside him.

"Happy?" Robert asked and placed a hand on the young lad's thigh.

"Very" Dylan replied and felt his organ start swelling at the thought of
Robert's hand so near to it. He placed a hand on top of Robert's to
encourage him to leave it there whilst he casually rubbed his growing
cock. Robert suddenly realised what he was doing and was about to take his
hand away but Dylan's was holding it down. If he withdrew the hand, it
would appear obvious that he was not interested in something happening. His
brain told him he should do that but his body, or more to the point his
cock, was telling him not to. When he saw that Dylan was hard inside his
trousers, he moved his hand onto the erection.

"You're a bad influence on me" he giggled.

"It's you; I'm really turned on by you."

"So you like older men do you?"

"I've suddenly realised I do; although I've never had sex with an older guy
so perhaps it's just you who turns me on."

"The trouble is that you do the same to me but then I'm over double your
age so it's not surprising I'm interested in a younger guy."

"Despite having a partner" Dylan grinned.

"Yes, despite that, and you have a boyfriend."

"True, but as I've already said, experience outweighs that; besides I'm not
about to dump Tim and I doubt you'd dump Steven."

Robert smiled and agreed with the young lad's thinking. The question was,
did he want to take this any further? As he thought about the answer, Dylan
sat across his legs and kissed him. Without thinking, Robert pulled him
into the kiss and ground their swollen organs together. The kiss became
intense as hands roamed each other's body, lifting shirts to feel the naked
flesh beneath. Robert decided to take the next move and unfastened Dylan's
trousers so he could gain access to the sexy organ inside. Having got his
hand down inside his briefs, Dylan unfastened Robert's and felt inside his
boxer shorts. They both groaned with excitement for a while as the kiss
continued.

Dylan knelt on the floor in front of Robert and pulled his hard cock
free. He then proceeded to give him a blow job.

"Hey, treat it with care" Robert laughed, "At the rate you're going I'll
have no cock left; slow down".

Dylan stopped sucking and looked up with a worried expression. "Sorry; not
had much experience of sucking cock."

"So I can see; let's leave it and I'll show you how to do it on another
occasion."

Dylan nodded feeling depressed that he'd not pleased Robert. He knew he
still had a lot to learn when it came to having sex with a guy.

When Steven and Tim appeared, they found the other guys sitting innocently
in the living room reading a newspaper. Robert was on the sofa and Dylan on
a chair as if nothing had happened between them.

"How did it go?" Robert asked Tim who he could tell was looking as pleased
as punch.

"Fucking brilliant; they offered me the job on the spot having heard about
my previous experience. And the pay is higher than I was on before."

"That's great" Dylan added and gave his boyfriend a kiss. Robert looked at
Steven and smiled. It seemed their two lads were now settled in, which made
him happy.


3.

Two weeks later:

Dylan's mother was thrilled to receive the birthday card from her son. She
recognised his gothic style writing on the envelope immediately. As she
opened the card a slip of paper dropped out. Thinking it was a special
birthday message from him because he was away on summer camp with his scout
group, she excitedly opened it. When she'd read the contents her heart
sank. She sat down and re-read it just to make sure. She knew he was
unhappy about being told to stop seeing his friend but she thought he'd got
over that and moved on. She also knew that his father was far too hard on
him but that was the kind of man he was and whatever she said made no
difference.

For several minutes she tried to think who might know where Dylan had
gone. Eventually she tried his scout leader but he said he knew nothing
since her son had told him he wasn't attending summer camp because he
couldn't get time off from work. She next tried his boss but all he said
was that Dylan had told him he was leaving with immediate effect because he
had to get away for personal reasons. She then tried to remember the name
of the young man her son had been so close to but that drew a
blank. Besides, she had no idea where he lived apart from it being
Plymouth.

In desperation she called her sister to see if she knew anything. "No; he
just asked me to post your birthday card because he'd be away on summer
camp and might not be near a post box. He was always such a considerate boy
so I thought nothing of it but to be honest I'm not surprised he's left;
that brute of a husband of yours made life hell for him. What possessed you
to marry him, goodness knows but it's time you left him if you've got any
sense."

As she listened to her sister, she became angry with her husband. Her
sister was right, the man was a brute and had made life intolerable for her
son. "If I did leave him, where would I go?" She asked tearfully.

"Well, you could always join me in my new venture. I'm moving to
Southampton in two weeks to open up a tea room with a friend of mine and
we'll need another person to assist but you'd have to decide quickly."

For a moment she was shocked to hear that her sister was moving and had
said nothing but she knew her brute of a husband had always been a barrier
to keeping in touch. "Could I really join you?"

"Of course; you're my sister and if you leave that bastard you'll need some
income to support yourself. The shop I've purchased has a flat above so you
could live with me."

The more she thought about it, the firmer her mind became. Her husband was
a complete bastard and he'd driven her son away so she would leave him.

"Give me a couple of days to sort things out here and I'll be back to you."

"That's the spirit girl, boot the bastard out of your life. I certainly
never regretted kicking my husband out when I found he was cheating on me."

Dylan's mother chuckled and said she'd be in contact. She came off the
phone feeling a lot better even though she had no idea where her son had
gone or what he was doing but she knew he'd be okay. She immediately
started packing her personal items and listed the pieces of furniture that
she'd bought or had come from her family home when her parents had
died. She wasn't going to leave her husband anything that he hadn't
bought. She called a local furniture dealer and he said he'd be round the
following morning. All she now had to do was tell her husband who was away
at sea and wasn't due back for another two months. Fortunately, their
rented house was in his name so she wasn't responsible for the monthly
rental payments. She placed the shore to ship call and waited.

"What the hell is wrong?" he shouted as soon as she answered the call.

"Dylan has given up his job and left home; I've no idea where he's gone."

"What the fuck has he done that for; stupid fucker."

"Because he's fed up with the way you treat him. You beat him as a child
and have treated him like shit since. He's had enough so I've lost my son
because of you."

"What the fuck are you talking about; he's a pansy and needs discipline."

"I've had enough of your ignorant behaviour so I'm leaving you."

"Don't be so stupid woman; you can't leave for fuck's sake."

"Well I am so you're on your own from now on."

"And where are you going to go for fuck's sake?"

"That's my business."

"Well don't expect anything from me."

"I shan't; I've managed all these years on my own."

She ended the call not wanting to speak to him any further and called her
sister to tell her the news. She was delighted and looked forward to their
new life together.


The week before this, Tim's mother had returned home after caring for her
sick relative. When her son didn't return home that evening she wondered
what was wrong. Normally she never entered his bedroom because he was
responsible for keeping it clean and tidy and changing his bed each
week. She opened the door and peered in. As usual everything looked clean
and tidy. She was about to leave when she noticed the envelope leaning
against a lamp on a small table. She walked over to it and saw it was
addressed to her so picked it up, opened it and read the note inside. She
was shocked at his news but knew her son had always been an independent
child and could look after himself so didn't worry. She convinced herself
that he'd call her when he could since they'd had a good relationship with
each other so guessed there was good reason for his sudden disappearance.


Two months later:

The lads had celebrated their twentieth birthdays having been lavishly
wined and dined by the older guys and taken to see a musical at a west end
theatre. Dylan was well settled into his new job which he loved. Working
with Robert each day added to his enjoyment and he frequently imagined
going to bed with him but he had the feeling that Tim wasn't so happy with
his new life. Whenever he tried to talk to him about it he changed the
subject. He'd also noticed that their relationship wasn't as solid as it
used to be. He had to admit to himself that whenever they had sex, he was
imagining it was Robert fucking him which probably didn't help but he was
infatuated with the older man and took every opportunity to be up close and
personal to him.

Tim missed his mother terribly. They'd always had a good relationship and
he so wanted to call her but each time he mentioned it to Dylan he'd stop
him because he was so afraid his father would find out where they were and
come looking for him. He also decided that he wasn't happy living in
London. It was noisy and dirty. He much preferred the sea air in Plymouth
and watching the big boats come and go. One day on his way home from work,
he decided to call his mother in defiance of Dylan's wishes. In order that
he wouldn't know, he used a public telephone box. Luckily she was at home
when he called.

"Hi mum, it's Tim."

His mother gasped on hearing her son's voice and had begun to think she'd
never hear from him again. "Hello son, are you okay; where are you and what
are you doing?" she asked in a series of snap questions.

"I'm fine mum and am living in London but I miss you."

"I miss you too son; I miss you so much; when are you coming home?" she
sobbed and then added "Your room is all ready for you; I've not touched it
since you left."

Tim felt tears in his eyes and imagined going home. He asked if anyone had
enquired about him or Dylan but she said nobody had. "Is that who you're
with?" she asked.

"Yes; does that bother you mum?"

"Of course not son; I've known you were gay for a long time so who you
sleep with doesn't bother me. Is that why you left in such a hurry? I seem
to remember you saying that Dylan's father had stopped him from seeing
you."

"Yeah but when we arrived in London we met two wonderful older guys who
took us in so we're living at their house. One of the guys runs his own
business and has employed Dylan as a commercial artist so he's happy. I'm
working at an art shop but I so miss being with you and living in
Plymouth."

"You could always come home son. I don't mind who you bring with you. All I
want is to see you and know you're safe and happy."

"Dylan would never come back to Plymouth; he's so afraid his father would
find him."

There was a pause in the conversation during which Tim thought and had to
feed the phone with more money. "Could I really come home and live with you
mum?"

"Of course you can; anytime."

"And you wouldn't mind me bringing guys back...to sleep that is."

"I've told you son; I've got no problem with the way you are. All I want is
for you to be happy and I get the feeling you're not completely happy at
present."

Tim nodded to himself. His mother's intuition had hit the nail squarely on
the head. He wasn't happy, in London or in his relationship with
Dylan. He'd noticed more and more over the last couple of months that Dylan
was flirting with Robert and Steven making him feel the odd one out, and he
didn't like it. Dylan was the only boyfriend he'd ever had and thought he
was the best but since moving to London he had changed. Perhaps now was the
time to make a break.

"Let me think about it mum and I'll call you. Love you mum."

"And I love you too son; and don't leave it so long to call me this time"
she chuckled.

"I won't; bye mum."

As Tim continued on his way home his mind churned over with what they'd
discussed. He knew he had to do something but he didn't want to hurt
Dylan's feelings. When he got home, he met Dylan in the hallway.

"Hi, had a good day?"

Tim nodded and went up to their room without saying anything. Dylan noticed
the brush-off but went to find Robert who was busy in the kitchen cooking
their supper.

"Can I do anything to help?" he asked as he wrapped his arms round Robert's
waist. He loved doing this and always pressed his crotch up against
Robert's bum as he did so. Sometimes he even felt into Robert's crotch
which the older man always enjoyed.

"Yes; you can cut those carrots up for me please."

Dylan sat at the kitchen table and got to work as he watched the older man
cooking some braising steak in a pan on the stove.

"Did I hear Tim coming in?"

"Yeah; dunno what's wrong with him these days; he's very sullen" Dylan said
casually as he continued slicing the carrots. Robert had also noticed Tim's
change of mood but had said nothing.

"Is everything okay between you two?"

Dylan shrugged his shoulders. "Suppose so."

"What's that supposed to mean; have you two fallen out?"

"Not really but I sense something is wrong."

"Have you asked him?"

"Nope"

"Don't you think you should?"

"Dunno"

Robert stopped his questioning realising that he was getting nowhere but
decided to pull Tim to one side later and ask him what was wrong. Just
then, Steven arrived and as usual he came straight in and gave Robert a
kiss. He then turned to Dylan and said "Hi gorgeous" and gave him one
too. The older guys had become very fond of their two young friends and
made great effort to make them feel part of the family.

When the meal was ready, Steven called Tim and he came down. Throughout the
meal the others noticed that he was deep in thought but nobody said
anything. After the meal, Steven cornered Robert and said "Is Tim okay;
he's very quiet tonight. Have the guys fallen out with each other?"

"Dylan doesn't seem to think so but wasn't that forthcoming when I
questioned him earlier so I'm going to have a quiet word with Tim later."

Steven said he'd ask Dylan to assist him with something in the garage. He
was reorganising the shelves and wanted a strong pair of hands to move
stuff around.

When the dishes had been cleared away, Steven asked Dylan if he'd mind
giving him a hand with something. As always, Dylan immediately jumped up
with enthusiasm and followed Steven. He loved helping the older guys and
being with them so never declined such opportunities.

"You look very down at present Tim" Robert said once the other two were out
of earshot. Tim looked at Robert and felt tears form in his eyes. He'd
decided what he had to do but wasn't sure how to do it. Robert saw Tim's
downcast face and took him into his arms. "Would you like to talk about
it?" he asked as he patted the young guy's back. Tim nodded so Robert led
him into the dining room and shut the door so they could be in private. He
then asked what the problem was and the words flooded out of Tim. He
explained that he missed his mum so much and wanted to go back to Plymouth
to be with her and that he didn't really like London. He said he'd spoken
to his mum earlier that evening and she was missing him terribly and
invited him home saying she had no problem with the fact that he was gay or
who he slept with.

"Have you spoken to Dylan?"

Tim shook his head. "He would never go back to Plymouth in case his father
found him."

"So you're saying you want to end your relationship with him and return
home."

Tim nodded. "He loves London; he loves his job with you and he loves you
guys but I don't know how to tell him" he cried.

Robert moved over to where he was sitting and took him into his arms to
comfort him as the tears flooded down his face.

"Do you still love him?" Robert asked.

"He's changed since we've been here so I'm not sure."

"So you don't love him as much as you used to."

Tim shook his head. "I think he still loves me but our love for each other
is nowhere as intense as it used to be and he's told me he loves you guys."

Robert nodded. He'd realised that. The problem was that he'd fallen for the
younger guy and he had a feeling that Steven had too but perhaps in not
quite the same way.

"Would things be better if you guys found somewhere else to live on your
own; I'm sure we could find somewhere and I'd be able to assist
financially."

Tim shook his head. Wherever they lived his need to be near his mum and to
live in Plymouth would be the same so he had no choice but to break his
relationship with Dylan. Having spoken some more, Robert could see that
Tim's mind was made up so he offered to have a quiet word with Dylan so
that Tim could break the news.

"Would you like me to do that?"

Tim said he would. He knew he had to tell Dylan how he felt and the sooner
he did so the better for both of them. Robert told Tim to stay where he was
whilst he had a word with Dylan. The plan was that he'd tell Dylan that Tim
needed to talk to him and try to get him to understand that he must listen
to what Tim had to say. Robert gently kissed Tim on the lips and dried his
tears. "I'll be here for you if you need me." Tim smiled and thanked him.

Robert went to find Dylan who was still helping Steven in the garage. He
and Steven glanced at each other and Robert nodded knowingly. He asked
Dylan if he could have a quiet word with him so took him back into the
house.

"I've been talking to Tim. He needs to tell you something but you must
promise to listen to what he has to say before you respond."

Dylan looked at Robert before answering. "Does he want to go back to
Plymouth? I think he misses his mum."

"You need to let him tell you, but Steven and I will be here for both of
you if you need us."

"I can't go back you know; if I do my father will find me and beat the hell
out of me and I'm not going through that again."

Robert could see the pain in Dylan's eyes. He took him into his arms and
hugged him. "Nobody is going to force you to go back and whatever happens
you've got us but Tim's unhappy and you need to let him talk to you. He's
in the dining room."

Dylan nodded guessing what Tim had to say from the things he'd said over
the past month or so. He gave Robert a kiss and walked slowly to the dining
room. He found Tim sitting there looking very sad and it made his heart
bleed. Despite the changes in him and his new life in London with the older
guys, he still loved Tim in an odd kind of way but knew their relationship
was on the brink of breaking up. For a few moments they looked at each
other before Tim told him how much he missed his mum and wanted to go home
for good.

"I know you can't go back Dylan and I fully understand that but I'm not
happy here. I think we both know that things have changed between us. I've
spoken to mum and she misses me so much and has said I can go home. She's
not bothered about me being gay; we need each other and I don't like
London."

"You've spoken to her? Have you told her where we are and that we're
together?" Dylan asked feeling his heart beat at the thought of his father
finding out.

"It's okay; she knows what your father did to you and that he tried to stop
us seeing each other and she says nobody has made any enquiries about me or
you. I've also told her that if anyone does ask questions then she's to say
she knows nothing and that I've gone to visit a relation for a few months."

Dylan's heart slowed down as he took in what Tim was saying. "So you want
to leave and break up our relationship."

"Your life is here now and I know you love Robert; it's better for both of
us but that doesn't mean we can't stay friends and be in touch with each
other every so often. Who knows, I may even visit London to see you some
time."

Dylan nodded; he knew deep down that he'd probably never see Tim again but
as he'd said, he did love Robert and if he was honest he loved him more
than he did Tim now even though Robert loved Steven. "What a fucking mess
we're in" he muttered. "When are you planning to leave?"

Tim said the sooner the better for both of them so had decided he'd leave
this coming weekend which was just two days away. "Yeah, okay" Dylan
replied and stood up to leave the room.

"I'm so sorry Dylan; I really am" Tim cried as he walked towards the door.

"It's not your fault; it's my fucking father who's fucked up our lives but
I want you to be happy so if it's what you want to do then so be it."

They walked to the living room where they found Robert and Steven. Both
looked up as they walked in trying to assess what had happened. Robert had
filled Steven in so knew what was going on. Tim sat next to Steven on the
sofa and Steven put his arms round him. Dylan sat on Robert's lap who did
the same.

"So?" Robert asked.

"Tim is leaving on Saturday. He knows I can't return to Plymouth because of
my fucking father so there's no option. I want him to be happy so if that's
what it takes then there's no alternative."

Robert squeezed Dylan sensing that he was upset. Steven did the same to
Tim.

"I think you've both been very adult about this" Steven said. "It must be
hard for both of you."

Tim asked if he could use the telephone to call his mum and Robert told him
to use the one in the office so he could speak privately. He nodded and
went to do so.

"Oh I'm so happy" his mother cried once she heard the news. "And Dylan,
how's he taken it?"

Tim said they'd discussed the situation calmly and he was okay but
obviously upset knowing he could never return to Plymouth because of his
father.

The next day, Tim told the owner of the shop where he worked that he was
leaving and why. She fully understood and wished him all the best for the
future. She was upset to lose him because he'd been a useful asset and knew
he'd move on in due course but hadn't reckoned on it being so soon. It was
agreed that he'd leave that day so he had one day to pack up his things for
his return to Plymouth on the Saturday morning. Robert had said he'd pay
for the train fare back knowing that Tim probably didn't have much money
and Steven said he'd drive him to Paddington to catch his train to
Plymouth.

It was a tearful parting on the Saturday morning. Dylan decided not to go
with Tim to Paddington, much preferring to say their goodbye in private.

"I shall never forget you" he cried, "we've had good times together despite
the problems."

Tim agreed and gave Dylan a big kiss. He then said goodbye to Robert who'd
said he'd stay home with Dylan so the pair watched Tim drive off with
Steven.

"What's going to happen to me now that Tim's gone?"

Robert frowned at Dylan wondering what he meant. "Stay here of course; why
do you ask?"

"Will you and Steven still want me to live here now Tim's gone?"

Robert pulled the young man into his arms and looked into his eyes. "Of
course we do; we love you but if you'd prefer to find somewhere else to
live then that's your choice."

Dylan snuggled his head into Robert's chest. "No; I'd rather stay here with
you if you still want me."

"I do and I'm sure Steven feels the same way." Robert lifted Dylan's head
and smiled at him. He was the most adorable guy he'd ever seen and his
whole body shivered with excitement as he looked at him. He was perfect in
every way. He had a beautiful personality, a wonderful smile and a gorgeous
body. He could never imagine being without him in the house and he knew
that now Tim had gone, things between them would be different, even though
he loved Steven. Over the past two months or so he'd held back his sexual
desires for the lad, but he wasn't sure he could do that much longer.


4.

Over the next few days, Dylan really missed Tim knowing that he'd probably
never see him again despite saying he'd probably visit London sometime. The
loss was even harder to bear than when his father had banned him from
seeing Tim because he knew then that they'd find some way of meeting up
despite his mother keeping a close eye on him. He kept asking himself
whether he should have agreed to return with Tim and face his father but he
knew the man was a total bully and would never give up. He also knew that
his father was twice the size of him and could beat him to a pulp if he was
mad enough. He'd almost done that on more than one occasion and Dylan knew
he could never trust the man not to cause him serious harm should they ever
meet again.

He didn't know of course that when his father returned from his latest
period away at sea that he'd stormed and raved, kicking and punching the
walls in the house when he found that his wife really had left him. He'd
stopped long ago calling her each week like his other mates did because he
knew their relationship was now only one of tolerance but he hadn't
reckoned on her having the guts to actually leave him. He tried to find out
where she'd gone but without success and he'd tried to find out where his
son might be but that too came to nothing. Like his wife, he had no idea
where Tim lived but doubted his son would still be in the area. "Fuck them
both" he shouted having given up on his search.

"Are you okay?" Robert asked Dylan one evening once Steven and Dylan had
cleared away the dishes and joined him in the living room. Now that Tim had
gone, Dylan decided he needed to lend a hand with the clearing up and even
help Steven in the garden, which to his surprise he found he enjoyed.

Dylan nodded as he sat down beside Robert on the sofa. Since Tim leaving,
they'd shifted their usual seating positions and Steven sat in the chair
normally occupied by Robert of an evening so that he could sit with Dylan
to comfort him. Robert placed a hand over Dylan's and gently squeezed it
whilst Steven looked on.

"Are you sleeping okay now you're on your own?" Steven asked.

"It seems odd sleeping in a double bed on my own but I presume I'll get
used to it" Dylan replied somewhat sullenly. What he really meant was that
he missed being fucked which Tim seemed to enjoy doing almost every night
and sometimes in the morning as well.

"Perhaps we should get a larger bed" Steven said casually, "then Dylan
could sleep with us."

Both Robert and Dylan looked at him with amazement. Robert couldn't believe
his partner was suggesting such a thing, although the thought had crossed
his mind.

"Are you serious?" Robert asked.

"Yeah, why not; we did talk about replacing our bed; that's if Dylan is
interested in sleeping with two old men."

"Speak for yourself" Robert laughed "We're only fifty".

"Sounds a fucking brilliant idea to me" Dylan said excitedly and
immediately felt his cock twitch with excitement at the thought of what
might happen whilst sleeping with two randy men.

"We'd need a super king size bed for three of us but I suppose we could fit
that in."

"Our room's plenty large enough and it would be fun" Steven replied. The
real reason why he'd suggested it was because he knew Dylan and Robert had
the hots for each other so he'd rather bring it out in the open than have
something going on behind his back.

"In that case we'll go out on Saturday and choose one" Robert replied and
gave Dylan's hand another squeeze which did nothing to quell the bulge he
now had inside his pants.


A week later the new bed arrived and the old one was taken away. "It looks
fucking big" Robert laughed once he and Dylan had finished making it with
the new bedding they'd purchased. "Want to try it?" he laughed and slipped
off his shoes. Dylan was certainly up for that so kicked his off too. They
pulled back the covers and climbed on, with Dylan in the middle as agreed
and Robert to his right which was his normal sleeping position. For a
moment they rested their heads on their pillows and enjoyed the firmness of
the new mattress. "So what do you think?" Robert asked and turned towards
the beautiful young guy beside him.

"It's brilliant; I can't believe I'm going to sleep with you two guys."

"To be honest I was surprised at Steven suggesting it" Robert laughed as he
ran a hand over Dylan's chest feeling the large nipples that stood out
beneath his shirt. Touching his nipples had always caused an erotic feeling
for him and he felt his cock go hard almost immediately. He leant in
towards Robert and kissed him. Their need for each other was soon too much
to control so the kiss became passionate as hands explored lower down each
other's body. Dylan found that Robert was hard so kneaded the erection
beneath the thin material of his trousers. Robert let out a low groan of
pleasure as the young lad's hand felt his cock. He reached across to
Dylan's to find that too was fully erect. Within the next few minutes
they'd stripped off each other's shirts and removed their trousers leaving
Robert ballooning out his boxer shorts and Dylan with a large bulge inside
his briefs.

For a moment they looked at each other wondering what to do next. Both
pondered whether to make the next move which they knew would break through
a barrier they'd so far kept between them. Without saying anything, Robert
removed Dylan's briefs. Dylan then removed Robert's boxer shorts and their
naked bodies rubbed together.

"Oh god this feels so good; I've wanted to do this for so long" Robert
gasped. Dylan immediately went down on Robert's cock and took it into his
mouth. This time he went slowly, teasing the head with his tongue and down
inside the foreskin. He could tell he was doing it right this time by the
pleasurable grunts coming from his lover.

"Would you fuck me?" Dylan asked as he looked up into Robert's eyes. "I so
want to feel this beautiful cock inside me."

"If you're sure about this" Robert replied as his heart beat ten to the
dozen. He'd imagined fucking this gorgeous Adonis for so long and now it
was about to happen.

"Never more so" Dylan gasped and adopted a doggy style position so that his
arse was up in the air and his head on the pillow.

Robert grabbed the bottle of lube from the side table and gazed at the
perfect arse before him. He lightly felt across the entrance which made
Dylan let out low groans of delight. To his surprise he then felt Robert's
hot tongue licking his entrance and pulling his two buttocks apart to open
him up. He'd never persuaded Tim to rim him despite doing it to him.

"Oh fuck; that is awesome" he cried out.

Robert smiled. `You haven't seen a fraction of what I'm gonna do with you
yet young man' he thought to himself as he licked and probed the beautiful
arse with his tongue.

When he'd satisfied his own desires as well as getting Dylan on a high, he
lubricated his shaft and gently pushed the large head up to the
entrance. Dylan again let out joyful gasps as the head breached him. He so
loved being fucked and now the man of his dreams was doing so. Bit by bit
the full length slipped in until he could feel Robert's pubic hair pressing
against his smooth butt. Slowly but surely the organ inside him moved back
and forth. The sensuous feeling it gave him was nothing like he'd felt
before. He'd always enjoyed Tim fucking him but his was rough and frantic
until he'd shot his load; Robert's cock was making love to him, and that's
what he so enjoyed.

Dylan lost all sense of time as Robert fucked until he'd reached that magic
point where the body takes over and brings that ultimate feeling of pure
pleasure.

"Ah, fuck" Robert cried as his spunk filled the beautiful arse. "Fuck, that
was good" he exclaimed when he was done. For a moment he kept the swollen
organ inside to enjoy the afterglow but eventually pulled out and collapsed
on the bed beside Dylan. They grinned at each other and Dylan said it was
the most amazing fuck he'd ever experienced. Robert smiled and told him to
straddle him and offer his cock for him to suck.

Being nimble, Dylan soon had his erection inside Robert's mouth who then
proceeded to give him the most amazing blowjob which ended in Dylan
shooting his load of cum into Robert's mouth.

"Wow, that was quite something; I can see I've a lot to learn" Dylan
laughed.

"Come on, we'd better make the bed look like new again and have a shower;
and we've got work to do."

Having remade the bed, Dylan followed Robert into the bathroom where they
showered together. As they did so, Dylan kissed Robert. "Thanks; for
everything."

"And thank you" Robert smiled.

When Steven arrived home he rushed up to see the new bed. He couldn't wait
to try it out later and have a delectable young man join them. He knew he
was going to enjoy the new triad they'd agreed to but told the other two it
must remain a secret, especially since Dylan was still under age.


"Bob has invited us to a pool party" Robert announced one morning having
opened a letter from a good friend of his. Bob had been a client for
several years before moving to another company that used one of the large
advertising agencies so had to give up using Robert's services. Over the
years they'd become close friends but Steven had never liked him. He was
brash and full of himself which Steven didn't like. He also knew that Bob,
who was eight years younger, fancied the pants off Robert and never ceased
embarrassing Steven as he constantly tried to get into them.

"You and Dylan go; tell him I've got something else on that weekend. I
assume it's another weekend affair."

Robert said it was as he re-read the letter. "Are you sure?"

"Yes I am, you know I don't like him and when he sees Dylan he'll be
wetting himself so you two go and have a good weekend."

When Robert told Dylan he jumped with joy. The thought of having a night
with Robert all to himself was his ultimate dream. "Expect lots of action"
Robert grinned "Bob loves sex and his pool parties tend to get wild so
don't bother packing much because you'll be naked most of the time."

"Wow, that sounds fun. How many others going; do you know."

"According to his letter they'll be six of us in all so expect that cute
arse of yours to get plenty of action."

Dylan laughed. He'd never been to an orgy before so this was a
first. Fortunately, the new sleeping arrangements had given him some
experience of being fucked by two guys one after the other. He'd been
surprised to find that Steven enjoyed fucking him and on one occasion,
Robert had fucked him at the same time. Their new sleeping arrangements
were definitely a success and everyone was very happy.


"Are you quite sure you don't mind us going to the pool party?" Robert
asked Steven when the three of them were in bed on the Friday night.

"Of course I don't; I assume you've forewarned Dylan what's likely to
happen."

"Yeah; sounds good fun" Dylan replied.

"Anyhow, you won't be the only ones having fun" Steven chuckled.

"Ah, I see, Felix is coming over is he" Robert giggled.

"Yep; he'll probably stay for the weekend" Steven said casually.

Robert smiled but said nothing. Instead he turned Dylan onto his side and
grabbed hold of his cock. As usual it soon became hard as did his. He
reached for the lube, prepared his own stiff and pressed it into Dylan. He
grunted and Steven turned to face him. They kissed and Dylan fondled his
cock until that too was hard whilst Robert massaged Dylan's. Soon all three
were shooting their load. Once satisfied they said goodnight to each other
and went to sleep.


Bob had asked all guests to arrive mid-morning on the Saturday so Robert
and Dylan set off after breakfast to drive to where he lived in Essex.

"Who's Felix" Dylan asked once they were on their way.

"A guy we met at college who took a fancy to Steven. Personally I find him
boring but Steven likes him. He was married for a while but then told his
wife he was gay so she chucked him out."

"And the other guys coming to the pool party; do you know them?"

"Little Eric will be there; he's Bob's houseboy who's thirty-two and five
foot four; then there's David, a work colleague of Bob's and he's
forty. The third guy is Richard who's thirty-five, about Eric's height and
loves having his plump arse fucked."

When they arrived at the house, Eric opened the front door and immediately
stood behind it. Robert and Dylan walked in and the door was hastily shut
behind them. It was then Dylan saw that Eric was only wearing a G string so
his rather nice butt was on full show.

"Hello Eric; how are you?"

"I'm fine thank you Robert and this is Dylan I presume."

When the introductions had been made, Eric told Robert that he and Dylan
were using the red room and that Bob had asked for the guests to strip off
and slip on the bathrobe provided before meeting him in the living room
where drinks would be served.

"Wow, he's delicious" Dylan whispered as they made their way to one of the
bedrooms at the rear of the house. "And it seems Bob is not wasting any
time to get his guests naked."

"That's Bob for you; straight down to business as usual" Robert laughed.

They stripped naked, had a shower together and hung their clothes in the
closet. David and Richard had arrived just after them so all four made
their way downstairs at the same time. Bob was his usual ebullient self and
greeted them enthusiastically, giving each a good feel beneath their robes
which only just covered their bits. As expected he drooled over Dylan and
flirted with Robert.

"You both look very sexy" he said licking his lips.

When everyone had been served drinks by Eric, Bob suggested a game to get
the party going. Robert knew it was an excuse to get guys naked and start
sexual activity. Bob first told everyone to sit in a circle. He then gave
Dylan a dice shaker and told him to give it a good shake and tip out the
dice. If the value thrown was a three or less, then he had to remove his
robe. He threw a two so stripped naked which pleased the other guys.

"Isn't he gorgeous" Bob exclaimed. "I bet you and Robert have such fun
darling."

Dylan looked at Robert and grinned.

By the time the dice had done the rounds, everyone except David was
naked. On the next round, if a three or less was thrown the player had to
suck the next player's cock for the number of minutes equivalent to the
throw of the dice. After several rounds, all players were naked and had
their cock sucked. Eric then appeared with a buffet lunch but before he
served it, Bob stripped him of his G string.

The afternoon was spent fooling around in the basement swimming pool but
sexual activity soon took place. Dylan, Richard and Eric were each fucked
by the other three and Bob took great delight in being fucked by
Robert. Eventually everyone showered and returned downstairs for the
evening meal that Eric had prepared. It was nothing special but enjoyable.

When it was time for bed, both Robert and Dylan were glad to get away from
Bob's eternal flirting. Robert could understand why Steven didn't want to
come and decided he'd decline next time. Once in bed, Dylan cuddled up to
the man he loved. Robert was more than happy to let him and despite their
earlier sexual exploits were soon making love. Dylan loved the feel of the
older man's cock inside him and when Robert had spilled his load, he pulled
him down for another passionate kiss.

"What time are we leaving tomorrow?" Dylan asked. He'd had enough sex with
the others for one weekend. Robert suggested they leave after
breakfast. Bob was disappointed when he found out the following morning
because he'd hoped for another morning of sex with Robert and Dylan. When
they arrived home, Felix had left so that avoided an uncomfortable meeting
between him and Robert.


5.

Three months later:

"Hi Robert, it's Tim but don't let Dylan know I'm calling; I need to speak
to you first."

Robert was intrigued by the call which came through one morning whilst he
and Dylan were working in the office. He asked Dylan to take a coffee break
as he had a confidential call to take. Dylan stopped what he was doing and
went into the kitchen.

"Is everything okay?" Robert asked once Dylan had left.

"Yeah fine; I've found a new boyfriend and he's moved in with me at mum's
but it's about Dylan's father, he's dead."

Tim went on to explain that Dylan's father had instigated a fight at a
local bar and the other guy retaliated by punching him back. Dylan's father
had collapsed and by the time the ambulance arrived he was dead having
suffered a massive brain haemorrhage. The police were called and those who
witnessed the affray all said that Dylan's father had gone into the bar
looking for a fight so the police took no action.

"The reason why I'm calling is that the police are trying to trace next of
kin; apparently Dylan's mother left her husband several months ago and
nobody knows where she or Dylan are. I heard about it on the local news and
the police are asking for anyone with information on their whereabouts to
contact them. I don't know what to do Robert but I feel Dylan should know."

"You did the right thing by calling Tim; leave it with me I'll have a word
with him. Give me your number and I'll call you once I've done so. And by
the way, I'm pleased to hear you've found someone else."

When the call had ended, Robert went to find Dylan who was sitting at the
kitchen table drinking his coffee. Robert sat down beside him and took hold
of his hand. Dylan gave Robert a worried look guessing that something was
wrong.

"That was Tim my love."

"Is he okay?" Dylan asked frantically. He still loved Tim despite him
leaving.

"He's fine; in fact, he's found a boyfriend."

Dylan smiled. "That sounds like Tim; doesn't let the grass grow under his
feet; I'm pleased for him."

"He was calling about your father."

"What's the fucker done now?"

"He's dead."

Dylan's head shot up and looked at Robert who quickly explained what had
happened and that the police were trying to find the next of kin.

"So she finally left him; good on her. I bet she's gone to live with my
aunt. I'm not going to any funeral; the bastard doesn't deserve that."

Robert assured him that nobody expected him to attend a funeral but he
should help the police find his mother. Dylan nodded knowing he should,
although he was surprised she hadn't contacted the police.

"Do you think I should go down there and visit her?"

Robert said he should and would drive him down. "At least you're free of
him now."

Dylan nodded. At last he was free but his life was with Robert and Steven
now, especially since Tim had moved on without him. Robert said he'd call
the police and tell them that Dylan was coming down to Plymouth. Having
done that, he called Tim back to tell him the news. "Would you like to meet
up whilst we're there? "Robert asked. Tim said he would.

They left after an early breakfast the following morning and arrived in
Plymouth soon after lunch. The five-hour drive having gone smoothly with no
holdups. They planned to stay overnight but Dylan said he wasn't prepared
to use his father's house because of the terrible memories it would bring
back so Robert booked them into a hotel.

Dylan first wanted to visit his aunt before they went to the police but of
course when they got there they were told she'd moved several months
before. They spoke to a neighbour and when Dylan explained who he was and
why they were there, she told them that his aunt had moved to Southampton
with his mother to open a tea shop.

"Your aunt gave me strict instructions not to tell anyone who came asking
because she and your mother were afraid of your father finding them but
since he's dead he can't bother them now, can he" she chuckled. Robert
thanked her for the information and they made their way to the police
station. The officer dealing with the case was very sympathetic and when he
heard why Dylan and then his mother had gone into hiding, he fully
understood and sympathised even more.

"What about the funeral?" he asked. Robert explained that Dylan had no wish
to attend or have anything to do with it. "Whether his mother will want to,
is up to her."

The officer agreed to locate Dylan's mother and aunt in Southampton which
he said would be easy to do with the information he now had. It was agreed
they'd return later that day to see what luck he'd had. In the meantime,
they'd check into their hotel and have some lunch since they were both
starving.

The hotel was part of a chain so nothing out of the ordinary and when they
went to the room allocated they found it was a twin bedded which made them
laugh but they pushed the two beds together to make one. They went out and
found a restaurant where they enjoyed a very nice meal. By the time they'd
finished and paid the bill it was time to return to the police station.

"Good news, I've located your aunt's tea shop and spoken to your mother
who'd very much like to speak to you Dylan if you agree."

Dylan was not sure he did want to speak to her, but Robert felt he
should. "She was probably under the influence of your father and may want
to apologise."

Dylan nodded knowing that Robert was right so he agreed to call her. The
officer said he could do so from the station if he wished and he'd make the
call to make it easier for him and leave him to speak to his mum. Dylan
agreed but wanted Robert by his side whilst he spoke to her.

"Hello son; I'm so terribly sorry for what he did to you for so many
years. I should have been stronger and stopped him but you know what he was
like; whenever I did try to intervene he hit me so became afraid of
him. I'm really sorry son; will you forgive me."

For a moment Dylan was knocked back by her tearful admission and
regret. Tears started flooding down his face so Robert took hold of his
hand. He accepted her apology and said he'd like to meet her and his aunt
again. Robert said they could drive home via Southampton so it was agreed
they'd meet at the tea shop. She too had said she had no wish to attend or
arrange a funeral so the officer said the coroner's office would deal with
it and any value obtained from his father's estate would go towards the
cost. Dylan signed a form saying he had no wish to attend or handle the
matter and didn't want anything from his father's house. His mother would
be asked to do the same leaving the local authority to handle
everything. Robert then thanked the officer for his kindness and
assistance.

It was time to go and see Tim so they drove to where he lived. The greeting
was very emotional as Dylan and Tim hugged and kissed. Then Tim hugged
Robert whilst his mother looked on with Nigel, his new boyfriend, standing
in the background. With the greeting over, Tim's mother invited them into
the small living room and offered them drinks. Tim and his mother wanted to
know how they'd got on at the police station so Robert updated them. Dylan
was still coming to terms with the fact that his father was lying in a
mortuary and could no longer affect him. No longer did he have to look over
his shoulder the whole time to see if he was around.

"So you're going to visit your mum" Tim exclaimed, bringing Dylan out of
his thoughts.

"She's said she's really sorry how he treated me but when she tried to
intervene he hit her so became afraid of him."

"That's terrible" Tim's mother exclaimed, "From what Tim has told me the
man was a tyrant; you must have had such a terrible time Dylan; I'm so
sorry."

Dylan smiled at her and nodded. She asked what his plans were now and he
said emphatically that he was staying in London. Eventually Robert
suggested they leave so they said goodbye to Tim and his mother and Nigel
who'd sat there saying nothing the whole time.

"Fancy a drink?" Robert asked as they walked back towards their
hotel. Dylan said he would so they found a bar that also served
snacks. Having purchased two beers plus some sausage rolls and spring rolls
they made their way to a quiet corner away from the other drinkers who were
gathered round the bar.

"Do you miss Tim?" Robert asked once he'd taken a sip of his beer and a
bite out of one of the spring rolls.

Dylan thought for a moment before answering. "I thought I did but to be
honest, seeing him with Nigel who looks much the same age as him, I've
decided I don't. Tim and I have gone along such a long and difficult road
together that I always thought we'd be together forever but now I've met
you and Steven I realise that I much prefer mature guys." Dylan moved
closer to Robert who was sitting at right angles to him and whispered "I
love you Robert. I know you love Steven and in no way do I want to upset
that relationship but you're the man I feel happiest with and can't imagine
being with anyone else. I like Steven very much and like you he's been very
kind to me but I love you."

For a moment, Robert was taken aback by the young man's declaration of love
even though he'd felt the strength of that love for some time. He took hold
of Robert's hand and lightly kissed him on the lips not bothering if
someone else saw him. "And I love you Dylan but as you say, I also love
Steven since we too have been through a lot together so we're three of a
kind."

Dylan smiled, thankful that his older lover felt the same way about him. He
told himself that he could love a guy who also loved another.

When they returned to their hotel room they stripped off and fell into
bed. It had been an exhausting day, what with the travel and the meetings
with the police. They hugged each other and their bodies soon reacted as
they always did.

"Would you fuck me" Dylan implored aching to feel Robert inside him and be
one for a few moments. Robert did and made it last for as long as he could
as he held the young lad in his arms, fucking him from behind. When he felt
his own climax rising he massaged Dylan's erection until they were both
spilling their load.


Immediately after breakfast the following morning they checked out of their
hotel and made their way to Southampton. It took just over three hours
along the coast road which made a pleasant drive. They found the tea room
and parked nearby. As they walked in, Dylan's mother gasped on seeing her
son. She rushed up to him and they hugged before Dylan introduced
Robert. Although it was strictly a tearoom, his aunt had decided to offer
light snacks at lunchtime so there wasn't much time before things started
to get busy. Dylan kissed his aunt and she told the three of them to go
upstairs to the flat and chat but not to be too long.

"You look very well" his mother said once they had sat down.

"That's due to this wonderful man and his partner" Dylan smiled, "They've
been so kind to me."

"I've refused to go to the funeral or have anything to do with it" she
announced. Dylan said he had too and both agreed they just couldn't be
present even though the man was dead. "What are you going to do now; will
you come back to Plymouth?"

"No mum; my life is now in London. Robert has employed me in his business
so I'm doing what I want to do plus he and Steven have made me so welcome,
I don't want to move away." He didn't add that he shared a bed with the two
older guys since he felt his mother might have a problem with that.

"I understand; now that Tim has returned home perhaps you can find another
to love."

Dylan didn't dare look at Robert so just nodded.

"We need to make a move" Robert said, "We've got a two-hour journey back to
London."

Dylan's mother agreed so she hugged her son again and thanked Robert for
looking after him so well. Before they left, Dylan gave her one of Robert's
business cards so she had their address and phone number. They agreed to
keep in contact and Dylan felt happy to do so now that his father was no
longer a threat to him.


The journey was tedious and both were glad to get back home. Steven hadn't
yet returned from work so they unpacked their overnight things and hugged
again. Dylan rather hoped they'd end up in bed but Robert said he must
start preparing the meal. When Steven came home there was more hugging and
Dylan told him all that had happened whilst Robert continued with the meal.

"Well, another chapter of your life is over Dylan and one that I'm sure you
are happy to see well and truly closed but I'm also pleased that you and
your mother have become close again."

Dylan kissed Steven to thank him and then hugged his lover whilst Steven
looked on.


Over the next few months, Dylan and Robert became even closer and they
frequently had sex when Steven was out at work which meant they often got
behind with theirs so had to catch up at weekends when he was home. Steven
became aware of what was going on behind his back but said and did nothing
since he still loved Robert and knew that Robert loved him. He also enjoyed
having a young man in bed each night so life continued with everyone being
happy.

~~~~~

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