The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 23
Fun time over to the satisfaction of both Rufus and Michel, it was now time to grow serious about the forthcoming evening. Rufus had a shave, the second time in two days. While he was doing that and showering, Michel was luxuriating in the bathtub. Now was the moment to climb into their evening dress. They had left their shirts out for the chambermaid to iron. Michel's shirt had a wing collar while Rufus's had a soft fold down one. Michel helped Rufus tie his bow tie and he loved sensing his presence behind him as he leant over his shoulders to do it. That, however, was as exciting as it became, for both boys appreciated that this was a time to be earnest. At a quarter past six they appeared in the dining room and the waiter showed them to a table for two, not so intimate as the one on the previous evening, but one centre stage as it were where the boys' elegance and youthful beauty set the tone. Both boys were starving as they had had little time for snacking during the day. The waiter politely enquired if they were going on somewhere afterwards and their answer helped smooth the service and ensure that they would finish their meal in time to get to their eight o'clock performance.
As they were about to leave the lobby, the porter hailed a cab for them. They heard a voice say
"Have an enjoyable evening, gentleman." They glance behind to see the pageboy, looking as enticingly beautiful as ever and giving them a cheeky grin. The cab pulled up outside the Royal Opera House. After paying off the cabbie, they stepped back and admired the building whose east facing façade was illuminated against the twilit background, before going in and being shown to their seats in the front row of the stalls. They looked around. They were certainly not overdressed for the occasion. As they sat there reading their programmes, Rufus said
"You didn't tell me that this was the famous production which is danced by men only."
"I thought I would keep that as a surprise for you. If you'd known that, you might have attended for the wrong reasons." Rufus nudged his friend and started giggling. Michel moved his hand across and stroked his knee while exclaiming "We're certainly going to get a good view from here."
"I wish I'd brought my opera glasses now," joked Rufus.
"You don't need them. Your eyes are already out on stalks and the curtain hasn't gone up yet."
The lights dimmed and the orchestra struck up with the overture.
"I'm glad these trousers are loose," whispered Rufus.
"Shh! Behave yourself," said Michel as he gave his friend a feel in the dark. "This is the Royal Ballet, not the back row of the local flea pit." And they did behave themselves for the rest of the evening for the action on the stage claimed their attention one hundred percent.
At the end of the performance Michel and Rufus made their way out of the theatre along with the crowd. Rufus was completely overawed by the whole experience.
"That was my first ballet and I must admit my motivation was seeing a performance of men in tights and I loved that aspect, but there was so much more. Once you had seen and admired the dancers' crotches, you had seen them, but then came the music, the physical interpretation of the music followed closely by the emotion of the whole production. We must do this again."
"Okay," said Michel, "I'll win another competition." Michel immediately felt that he'd been too harsh on his friend and back-pedalled. "I'm sorry, Rufus. I didn't mean to be sarcastic, but this has to be a one-off."
"It doesn't mean we can't do it again without the luxury and in cheaper seats." Meanwhile they had installed themselves in a coffee shop, got their drinks and had time to come down off their high. Michel had also had time to reflect. 'He's now very open emotionally, and building on that with the right psychological behaviour on my part, I could succeed in seducing him tonight,' he thought. "I'd love to have seen Nureyev dancing in that. Now that was a bulge."
"If you are that interested," said Michel "I can lend you a DVD. It's a biopic of Nureyev and so there are plenty of opportunities to see him in tights, but at the end you see him swimming naked in the sea at his Italian villa where he shows off his dick. It's quite a mighty weapon and not even erect. Whoever he shared that with must have had a good time."
"He died of AIDS, didn't he?"
"Yes, but they didn't deal with that aspect, or his homosexuality, at all in the film. It's as if it didn't exist."
"There's an interesting quote in the programme about the first all male production. ' Matthew Bourne's talent for expressing theatrical ideas through physical imagery was clearly evident in the most provocative move in his Swan Lake : a reversal of the idea, central to the ballet, of the swan as an image of femininity. Instead he provided a corps de ballet of bare-chested, aggressive, sexually alluring male swans and a repressed sensitive-soul prince who falls in love with their leader.
'"I loved the music and the way it's written to tell a story," he said. "I started to imagine the story of a prince who couldn't be who he wanted to be. And I liked the idea of male swans – free, beautiful, wild – all the things a male royal person cannot be."
'That the relationship between the prince and the swan (and his alter-ego, the Stranger, a counterpart to the evil Odile in the original ballet) was frequently read as a homosexual one amplified the clamour around the production.
'"There is certainly a gay aspect to the piece, but I thought it was more than that, a more universal story," Mr Bourne said, adding that audience attitudes have also changed since early walkouts during the male pas de deux fifteen years ago.'
After finishing their drinks the boys made their way to the Tube station and were soon back at the hotel. The porter held the door open for them and wished them good evening.
"Did you enjoy the performance, gentlemen?"
"Very much so."
"It was my first ballet," added Rufus. There was a lady working behind the reception desk. They said good night to the boys as they entered the lift. When they got to their room, they threw off their jackets and shoes and undid their bowties.
"I know what we haven't done," said Michel.
"What's that?"
"There's a bottle of bubbly in the fridge that needs to be drunk before it goes off." Michel filled the ice bucket and found the champagne glasses while Rufus searched for some classical music on the television set, which he left playing softly in the background. Michel popped the cork and poured two glasses, putting the bottle into the ice bucket to keep cool. He carried the glasses into the sitting room and offered one to Rufus. "Here's to us, Rufus." They entwined their arms and took a sip.
"And thank you for a lovely weekend, Michel."
"It's not over yet." Rufus took another sip and the bubbles went up his nose, making him cough and sneeze. He liked the buoyant feeling the champagne gave him. He occasionally drank wine at home on a formal occasion, but this was the first time he had tasted champagne. Michel poured them each another glass.
"You're trying to make me squiffy."
"Far from it. Remember your Shakespeare. ' Drink provokes, and unprovokes; it provokes the desire, but it takes away the performance.' Macbeth , the porter's scene. I don't think your desire needs provoking and I certainly have no wish to take away the performance."
"Kiss me, Michel."
They put down their glasses and Michel took Rufus into an embrace. As their ardour increased, they gradually removed each other's clothes until they were standing in their socks and undies, their other clothes strewn over the sitting room remaining where they landed after being flung off during the passionate moments. Finally Rufus whispered in Michel's ear
"Let's go to bed, my love. I need to feel you inside me." They took their remaining garments off. Rufus took hold of Michel's hand and led him into the bedroom. Michel pulled the bed covers back while Rufus made sure his 'supplies' were at hand. Then the boys slipped between the pristine sheets.
Michel and Rufus slept through until just after six, when the light of dawn came in through the windows uncovered by the curtains that they had forgotten to draw. Their two bodies lay there entwined. They were both hard, but they had pisshards and there was only one way to get rid of them. When they got into the bathroom they were still too hard to aim for the toilet bowl and so they turned on the showers and peed there. They were still in irrepressible mood and they giggled while trying to have a swordfight as their streams crossed each other. Finished, they turned off the showers and washed their dicks in the basins as they had no idea where they might end up. They belatedly pulled the curtains to and climbed back into bed, pulling the covers over themselves. The few moments out of bed had chilled their bodies and they cuddled in order to get warm again.
"I loved the way your loose balls smacked against my butt, Michel."
"You were amazingly easy to penetrate…" Michel replied, "for a first timer."
"Who said that I was a first timer? I've had two years of that from my brothers, as well as the odd one night stand at sleepovers."
"I hope you won't think of this as an odd one night stand."
"It doesn't have to be. You just have to say the magic words and this could become quite a regular event."
"And the magic words are?"
"Will you become my boyfriend?"
"Rufus, will you let us become boyfriends?"
"I thought you would never ask. Of course I will," and they sealed their decision with a kiss. That made them hard again.
"May I shag you again, my darling?"
"Michel, we're boyfriends now. We don't shag or fuck. We make love. And don't forget what we said on the train. If you laid me this weekend, there would be a payback time and payback time is now. I want to make love to you. My brothers trained me in that bit as well." The pair snogged in a long session of foreplay before Rufus lubed Michel's hole and Michel rolled a condom over Rufus's dick prior to his taking his new boyfriend in the missionary position.
When they woke again at about nine, Michel said
"Your brothers done good by you. You reached places nobody else ever has. Do you want to get up yet?"
"No, I want you to hold me, kiss me, caress me."
Two orgasms later the boys decided it was time to get up. They showered and dressed, both in 501s and blue polo shirts, corporate identity to celebrate their new status. They went down to breakfast and decided to have the full English since they probably wouldn't be eating until they arrived home. Afterwards they went back upstairs, realised what a mess they had left the sitting room in the previous night and tidied up. Michel poured the remaining flat, warm champagne down the sink. They packed their suitcases. Michel handed over his old olive green tights to Rufus. They took their luggage down to reception and deposited it there to be looked after. They stepped out of the hotel into the warm sunshine. Despite that there was still something autumnal in the air. They decided to go for a walk in the royal parks. That would be romantic and in tune with their mood.
They returned to the hotel towards three to pick up their suitcases. Rufus's mother had been right. His case was stuffed tight and had been difficult to close. The porter hailed a taxi and they were on their way to the station. They easily found their reserved seats in the first class carriage and sat back ready for the off. Once they were underway Michel took out his mobile and dialled.
"Hallo, Mum. I'm on the train and it's on time."
"Can I borrow your phone, Michel? I left mine at home. If I phone my dad we can both get a lift home and it'll give you the chance to meet him."
"Makes us sound like an old married couple, sharing mobiles," laughed Michel. 'And maybe we shall be one day,' thought Rufus, but he kept that thought to himself.
Rufus looked at his watch just after the ticket inspector had checked at their tickets.
"Two hours to go," he said to Michel. Michel looked around the carriage and leaned over the table. He kissed Rufus's cheek and whispered
"I feel a broom cupboard moment coming on. You wouldn't like to blow me, would you?"
"Okay, but it'll make me so horny that you'll have to suck me afterwards."
The boys got up out of their seats and made their way towards the restaurant car. Again they looked around to see if anyone was watching two young lads disappear into the loo together. The coast was clear. They piled into the toilet and locked the door. Michel put the lid down on the loo, sat down on it and started to unbutton his fly, expecting Rufus to kneel in front of him.
"Look, there's an easier way to do this," said Rufus. "We're not in a broom cupboard now."
"You've done this before."
"Yes, but not in a train loo. Okay, stand up, Michel." Then Rufus sat on the lid. "Hold on tight to the bars that are there so that you can steady yourself. That's right." Rufus unbuckled Michel's belt and then undid the rest of the buttons on his jeans. They fell to his knees. He was freeballing. He gave Michel's balls a gentle pull and a thorough feel. He could not resist sucking them in turn as if he were sucking a gobstopper. The blood was flowing into Michel's cock, into Rufus's as well, but that was irrelevant, and it grew to twice its flaccid size. His foreskin retreated to reveal his outsize acorn. Rufus took a firm hold of Michel's boner, pushed the foreskin back and forth a couple of times before taking the weapon in his mouth. Rufus played with Michel's balls while he was servicing his cock. All of a sudden he felt a spasm and his mouth was filling with Michel's hot seed. Rufus resisted swallowing, stood up, took his boyfriend in an embrace, kissed him forcing his lips open and they shared Michel's spunk.
Michel used paper towels to clean up and dry his genitals. His dick had quickly returned to its normal flaccid size. He pulled up his 501s, buttoned them up and fastened his belt before changing places with Rufus. Rufus had his jeans and thong down in a trice, relieved to release his boner to Michel's tender care. Michel licked his balls before getting down to the important business. Rufus's balls tightened and he was just about to come when there was a rattle at the door, which made him jump and cover Michel's face with his spunk. They both wanted to laugh, but were scared of doing so in case the door-rattler heard them. The boys wiped themselves clean, made sure that they were properly dressed and washed their hands. Michel unlocked and opened the door, cautiously looked outside and judged that it was safe for them to leave. With a half a minute interval they returned to their seats with a silly grin on their faces.
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