Date: Fri, 4 Aug 2017 08:37:15 +0000
From: John <bokjay123@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Immigrants 9 of 12 --Section - Beginnings

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The Immigrants 9

He quickly became at ease with Stefan, who also relaxed and made himself at
home. Perhaps because of the age difference between him and the other two,
he seemed in many respects to get on better with Stuart.

But at work, things did not develop quite so well. While Stefan worked hard
and was a real asset, his brother leapt on his occasional mistakes. A
simple accident like overbalancing with the wheelbarrow and letting it tip
over and spill onto finished work had Miro physically threatening him. It
forced Stuart to have a word.

"Everyone makes mistakes Miro, it was not such a big deal."

"I told him how to make in a correct way and he not do. He not make wrong,
he come here to work good."

"You are being a bit hard, he is still learning."

"I tell you he will be good worker, so he cannot make mistake. I make sure
he work in a good way."

"Well, don't get too upset about a simple thing like that."

But the tongue-lashing really got to Stefan and he remained really quiet
the rest of the day.

Stuart could see that although he worked hard, he did not, in fact, have
the knack at doing some things, like tipping a wheelbarrow. Instead of
letting the inertia throw out the load, he tended to stop and lift the dead
weight and of course that made it much more difficult. Some people can do
manual work and make a job harder than it need be and unfortunately, Stefan
didn't always get it.

A few days later and almost the same thing happened again. In an aside, Wit
said that back home they were always fighting. It left Stefan looking like
he would cry, and he hardly said another word till he went to bed. Stuart
was forced into rethink.

The answer turned out better than he could have imagined. They way things
were going, he would never have anyone spare to clean up his new yard. In
Stefan, he found someone who was clever and had excellent English. He would
let him have the job of clearing the yard and also, he would be able to
answer the office phone, which would be a real bonus. He knew people hated
using answering machines, but with an outside bell on the office wall,
Stefan would hopefully be able to hot foot into the office and answer the
phone personally.

Stefan liked the idea, he would be king of his own castle. Once Stuart
showed him what he wanted, he left him there in the mornings when he picked
up everyone and either collected him at night or let him get the bus home.

Immediately the benefits began to show. Normally he might get two or three
messages a day on his answering machine, but from the first day, Stefan had
a list of between half a dozen to a dozen callers. All the names and
contact numbers neatly listed. In the long term, it meant even more work as
the initial enquiries turned into solid orders. And very, very slowly
things began to get moved around the yard and different materials collected
to central points.

At the end of Stefan's first week, Wit and Jan were ready to move into the
room at the yard. They had a night out on Saturday as a kind of
celebration, but it was one which Stuart was inwardly regretting. On Sunday
morning he got his usual from Jan plus a little more. He ran to four goes
from early morning till around eleven. During the last one, Stuart realised
that Wit was awake and faking sleep. As soon as Jan went downstairs, he
pounced on Stuart fully worked up from watching through half-closed
eyes. It was a wonderful farewell, for Stuart relished the power and
urgency of being used by Wit and as a measure of a good time, it left him
with aches and pains in various parts like wearing a row of war medals.

In the afternoon he ran them down to the yard so they could install
themselves there. He had bought some second-hand furniture and a couple of
beds with the linen to go with them. It was not a palace, but they were
happy to call it home.

Back in the house, it felt empty even though Stefan was still there and
even more talkative than usual. It seemed like a restriction had been
lifted from him.

"Will you be wanting to go and live at the yard?" Stuart asked out of
curiosity in the evening.

"You want me to go?" replied Stefan and little taken aback.

"No, I like you being here, just wondering if you would prefer to be there
instead."

"Oh no Boss, I like here very much. I stay till you tell me to get out!" he
laughed.

Stuart was relieved. He was fine being on his own last year, but now he had
got used to others being around, he did not want to go back living a
bachelor life again. And he did like Stefan being there. In fact, there
were many times he felt as if he could jump on Stefan, kiss him, bite him,
lick him and make love to him. He decided that last was important. He
always thought of having sex with the other three, but for some reason that
didn't fit with Stefan, it would be to make love.

He knew Stefan had had many girlfriends but his personality was very
innocent, almost younger than his years. Whenever he was spoken to, there
was a second or so when his eyes searched your face as if he was digesting
the question and thinking the reply. Then he would smile warmly and
speak. It was a quirk Stuart found really wonderful. If Stuart was not
concentrating on work, Stefan could make his insides churn.

After his first day of modesty, he quickly fell into living like the
rest. Nightly he would take off his work clothes and be in his underwear
till taking a shower, and then again afterwards till he decided which tee
shirt or shorts to wear. As with the others when they came, his clothes
were not new. Most of his briefs were well washed and the elastic had given
somewhat. Within ten minutes of walking around or sitting watching TV, they
were hanging off his bum, only held up by the elastic caught on his dick.
Jan made a habit of clipping his exposed bum, but Stuart would never do so
as the longer he stayed like that the better he liked it.

Once Wit and Jan had moved out, many evenings were spent with both of them
in briefs, never bothering with anything more after showering. It was all
the visuals Stuart could ask for, but it never went further than that. At
no time did Stefan ever do or say anything that could be taken as
sexual. Nor when Stuart thought about it, would he do anything that might
upset him and make him want to leave. Sleeping by himself was hard after
five months of sharing a bed, but at least he could jack himself off
anytime he pleased and always Stefan was there, if only in the next room
and his imagination.

It took a while, but he became accustomed to sleeping alone once more. But
when the Sundays rolled around he really did miss the fun with Jan and
Wit. For their part, nothing was ever mentioned whether they had any
similar regrets.

Exactly one month after Stefan arrived the weekend brought unbearable hot
and humid weather, typical of occasions in the English summer. The weather
forecast predicted "thunderstorms, heavy at times" for Saturday before a
cooler front crossed the country.

It began in the early evening, the air became still and lifeless and the
birds fell silent. Stuart noticed the cows had moved under the trees in the
fields across the way. Slowly the rumbling became louder and louder. The
lights began to flicker before the first flashes of lightning were
seen. Just after eleven, the power went off.

There was nothing else for it but to go to bed. As time passed the storm
increased in intensity preventing Stuart from sleeping. The centre felt
like it was stuck over them and after a while, it began to make him
worried. Time and again the flash and the thunder were almost simultaneous
and visions of his chimney stack coming through the ceiling played in his
mind. He could hear sirens on the main road; meaning someone was getting a
bit of trouble in the neighbourhood.

The streetlights coming back on signalled the power was restored, but
Stuart couldn't be bothered to go down and start watching television
again. As one storm passed it was only a short time before the sounds of
next were creeping nearer and nearer.

He got up and went to the toilet and tried the bathroom light and found it
working. Back in bed, he attempted reading a book, but with the flashes and
noise, he couldn't concentrate. He closed the book thinking to try and fall
asleep knowing that really he would not be able to.

The bedroom door opening made him jump.

"I hear you still awake like me, I cannot sleep at all," said a
tired-looking Stefan.

"Yes, this is a bad one, I can't sleep either."

Stuart almost gasped as Stefan then pulled back the covers and made to get
in. He noticed Stuart was naked and paused for split second. He pushed off
his own briefs and slid under the covers.

He was at a loss at what to say after that, quite stunned in fact.

"It is like this many time in England?" he asked.

"Usually we get them in July and August, this one is a bit early."

A flash lit up the room and a heavy blast of thunder quickly followed.

Stefan turned away from him and curled up, drawing the sheet over his
head. Stuart decided to turn off the bedside light if he was going to try
and sleep. The thunder rolled again and Stefan half turned, reached out to
take Stuart's hand and pull him close.

Stuart had to bite his lip to make sure he was not dreaming as Stefan
spooned into his front and clasped his hand to his chest. Then for a while,
as each peal shook the house he squirmed and pressed himself against
Stuart.

The situation was not sexual in the least, even if it was as if all his
dreams had been answered. Rather he realised Stefan was a little frightened
and needed comforting. He understood though, he did not like the ferocity
one little bit and had become anxious a few times as each storm passed
overhead.

For the next half hour it raged. Then as it became more distant, the air
stirred and the temperature suddenly dropped a few degrees. He could hear
the trees start to rustle as the breeze picked up and he relaxed knowing it
had finally passed. When he thought of Stefan again, he realised he was
fast asleep.

Slowly he disengaged himself and rolled away to the edge of the bed. Now it
hit that Stefan really was in his bed, naked and only the arm stretch
away. His dick reared up in recognition of the situation and as quietly as
he could, jacked himself off before falling asleep.