The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 39
Rufus and Michel carried the crates up to Rufus's room and stored them in the wardrobe until they could sort them out later. Rufus had just finished uploading the photos when Toby came in all clean and fresh and dressed, his blond locks still damp.
"Here's your bathrobe back, Rufus."
"Thanks, Tobes. Well, did you enjoy yourself?"
"Yeah, great. I'm getting into this now. It's just that I need more practice."
"And I need more time," said Rufus.
"That white noise is far better than Vivaldi, I can tell you. Vivaldi repeating on a short loop is mental torture. At least with the white noise you can clear your mind better and focus on what's happening to you. What was that cage thing you stuck in my mouth?"
"It's a device to keep your mouth open. We put it in because you stropped over a French kiss."
"I was only swallowing my spit. You know how those ball gags make you dribble."
"Anyway, it stops you biting or refusing to take cock or tongue in your mouth."
"Do you want to see the photos?" asked Rufus.
"You took photos?"
"Of course." Rufus brought them up on the screen. "Before and after shaving. Low hangers competition – you and Mike side by side. I think we can see who won that."
"Yeah, okay," said Michel. "I concede. Competition over."
"Low hangers with weights," said Rufus.
"Yes, that was an odd sensation," said Toby. "I've never experienced anything like that before. Not sure whether I like it or not."
"Now you can discover who gave you that blowjob."
"Oh, it was you, Mike," said Toby. "Or Monsieur X as you prefer to be called. That was the best one I've ever had. Eat your heart out, William. You need the take lessons."
"All he's got to do is ask," said Michel "and I'll find a convenient cleaners' cupboard somewhere." Rufus grinned.
"That's where Mike and I met," explained Rufus.
"I thought it was at your mother's agency," said Toby naïvely. "Oh… I catch your drift now," and Toby blushed at being so thick. Next he saw the pinwheel in use and finally pictures of himself getting rogered by Michel and Rufus.
"You were both good and whichever one it was that wanked me off as well did a damn good job making us come at the same time."
"We've got a little keepsake for you. Do what you like with them." Rufus handed over the two used condoms. "The pink one is mine and the yellowy one's Mike's. He's rather proud at how well he was able to fill it. I'm professionally jealous because I thought I'd completely drained him last night."
"That'll be the day," smiled Michel.
"Will you mail me those pics, Rufus?"
"Sure. Usual conditions."
"Can I show them to William?"
"Of course. There are no secrets between us. It might make him a bit envious because he wanted a session over half term as well and I don't think we can do anything now before the Christmas holidays," replied Rufus. "And then the twins will be home which complicates matters."
"I'd better be going," said Toby. "I promised to be home for one o'clock and I'll get gyp if I'm not. At least my hair's dry. If I'd gone home with that dripping, I'd have got questions."
"What from your parents?" asked Michel.
"No, from Oliver."
Toby gathered his things together, carefully put the two used jonnies in his soap bag and gave his two friends a hug. As he left, he said thanks and blew them a kiss, got on his bike and cycled down the road.
"What are we doing now?" asked Michel. "I'm beginning to feel randy again."
"What? Already?" retorted Rufus. "I must admit seeing those pictures have made me feel horny, too. But there's work to be done first. I'll start getting the meal. It'll be too late for lunch and too early for dinner. There's a leg of pork to be roasted. If you start cleaning up the stuff in the blue box, we might still be able to have fun time. The metal equipment needs boiling. The leather and nylon stuff needs cleaning with antiseptic wipes. Put the disposables in a plastic bag and we'll dump it in the dustbin."
"What time is your father getting back?"
"That's flexible. He said he'd ring. That's him saying subtly 'I don't want to get back and discover you two up to anything'."
"As if…"
The boys got on with the chores just as if they were husband and husband. The joint was in the oven, which gave them a breather of a couple of hours. The veggies had been prepared.
"I think we've got an hour and a quarter," said Rufus. "If we call that an hour, just in case we need to shower afterwards…"
"What on earth are you thinking of doing?" Michel asked in mock indignation.
"Wait and I'll explain. I'll set the alarm, and belt and braces, I'll bring the oven timer up and set that as well, and we'll hope the phone doesn't ring. I'll just check we've left the garage as we found it."
Five minutes later the boys were upstairs in Rufus's room. The crates of equipment were packed away in the twins' room and they were ready to go.
"Mike, don't worry about saying no if you don't fancy it, but if you do, let's go for it. I want you to have a look at this clip." He woke the computer. "It's from a site specialising in bare back sex. I've got it bookmarked, but that's not the point. We do it doggy and missionary style, we've done it side by side, but we've never tried 'sit on my dick'. Do you fancy it?"
"I'm always up for something new and I'll try anything once. Which way round?"
"Watch this first and then decide."
They sat and watched the clip.
"That's not going to be easy," said Michel. "If you sit on me, we'll give a go. That'll mean you do all the work. The hard bit was at the end when they tried to kiss while still joined. We can't go into this cold, Rufus. Get me aroused."
The shrill beep of the oven timer woke both boys. The alarm clock quickly followed.
"OMG," said Rufus, " where did the time go?"
"What did you think?" said Michel.
"Let's get in the shower and discuss it there."
Under the hot water Rufus said
"A lot of hard work for very little gain. We have a better experience with the missionary position."
"Or even doggy."
"I'm getting out now. You can stay under longer, but I want to make sure the food doesn't spoil." Rufus dried himself off and put on sweats, a tee shirt and a loose pullover. Still feeling horny, he decided to freeball. 'If I get a stiffie, I get a stiffie. Mike won't see anything he hasn't seen before,' he thought 'and I'll worry about Dad if and when it happens.'
Rufus was just carving the joint when the phone rang.
"He chooses his moments," said Rufus who went to answer the phone. "Yes, it was Dad," he said on his return. "He'll be about twenty minutes. Let's get stuck in."
They were finishing off when they heard a car draw up. A couple of minutes later Carl appeared through the kitchen door.
"Hi, Rufus, hi, Mike."
"Good trip?" asked Rufus.
"Yes, the roads were reasonably clear."
"How were the twins?"
"We can talk about that later. Hugo had his plaster off on Friday." To Rufus that didn't sound promising.
"Would like a roast dinner, Dad? There's plenty left."
"No, thanks. I had a full meal at lunchtime, but what I do fancy is a sandwich, especially while the pork's warm and it melts the butter." Rufus got up to make it. "It's all right. I'll make it," said Carl. "You carry on with your meal. You've gone to all the trouble of preparing it. I should think you've had quite a busy day. And thanks for tidying up the garage." Michel almost choked on his pork which at least took attention away from Rufus who was trying to stifle a giggle. "I don't seem to get round to such things these days."
Carl and the boys sat around the kitchen table and chatted. Michel said how much he'd enjoyed having the weekend free and felt that they had been working too hard at the agency over the past few weeks. What had not dawned on any of them was that the extra work had stemmed from the obsessive effort that Veronica had put in from the time after the twins' eighteenth birthday celebration.
By five it was dark. Coming up to six o'clock Michel said
"I think it's time I set off for home. You two have got things to talk about and Mum does like to see me occasionally."
"I'll give you a lift home, Mike."
"There's no need, Carl. I'll catch a bus."
"No, I insist, especially on these dark evenings. It won't take a minute." Michel went upstairs with Rufus to fetch his belongings. Before they came down again, they had a quick snog, but they had to leave it there, both with hard-ons they could do nothing about.
"So you've caught the freeballing habit now, Rufus," Michel said with a smile.
"I'm coming in the car with you. I take it after this morning's experience that we have an open relationship?"
"I don't mind if you don't mind," said Michel.
"I'll confine it to Toby and William… and maybe Eddie when my willpower finally breaks down."
"And it will, and I couldn't blame you. An open relationship and an honest relationship, okay?"
"Okay," and they sealed it with a kiss.
On the way to Michel's house Rufus and Michel sat in the back of the car, their hands in each other's laps, hidden by the seats so that Carl couldn't see anything in the rearview mirror. Arriving at the Dwights' house, Michel gave Rufus a kiss and said thank you once again. Rufus climbed into the front seat with his father, thankful that he was wearing black sweats on a dark night.
Carl drove home and encouraged Rufus to talk about his weekend.
"You're in love with that boy, aren't you?"
"Mmm, maybe. I haven't really thought about it," which was probably true.
"And I think he feels the same about you."
"Dad! Have you two been talking about me behind my back?"
"No, Rufus. But have you never heard of body language, Mr Psychologist-to-be?"
"Is it that obvious?"
"It's that obvious. Are you safe?"
"Now that question's got two meanings."
"Which are?"
"Are you committed or do you have protected sex?"
"Okay, answer both of them."
"Yes, we're committed and no, because we are committed and both clean."
"I'm sorry, Rufus. I didn't really mean to pry. I meant the first, but you aroused my curiosity with the second meaning."
"I don't mind, Dad. It's great to be able to talk openly with you like that. Not many boys would be able to."
"It's the sexual tolerance from the Swedish side of the family, I guess," said Carl.
"I wonder if Toby can talk to his dad like that, or William with his mother… or with his gay father for that matter. Mmm, I think he probably can with his mother after she caught him in bed naked with a boy from school."
"Was that recently?"
"No, it was years ago, when we were in the third form."
"How did she deal with it?"
"She didn't. He did. He took the initiative because he'd once found her in bed with her boyfriend and said if she did that, she wasn't in a position to tell him off about what he did. Stalemate."
"What about the Cholmondeley parents?"
"Mother was always okay. She accepted the fact and tries to make the best of it. At first their father was 'tolerant' in the most negative sense of the word, but he gradually came round, especially when they discovered that Oliver was gay as well. He found himself in a minority. Now he's quite supportive. William goes there on sleep overs and I'm sure they know what goes on… rather like you, Dad," Rufus added tongue in cheek, his own on this rare occasion.
"Tell me. How old is Mike?"
"The same age as the twins."
"He looks about fifteen or sixteen. He acts as if he's twenty-one, twenty-two."
"That why I love him."
"So he's not going to university?"
"No. He left school at sixteen because he could walk straight into modelling after his childhood experience. He reckons that if he goes on as he started he can make enough money by the age of thirty to live comfortably for the rest of his life. At thirty he will start to lose his looks and the work will drop off. If he's interested, he could go to university as a mature student and change direction completely or he could open up his own modelling agency as he'll have all the contacts."
"He sounds a very level headed young man," said Carl.
As they got out of the car, Carl said "Yes, you've made a really good job of the garage." Rufus still didn't know whether he meant it or whether he knew what had been going on in there that morning, but he was going to enjoy the extra brownie points anyway.
"Let's settle down in the living room and talk about your brothers. I don't suppose there is any whisky."
"'Fraid not, Dad. You forgot to get any when we were in Sainsbury's."
"I'm sure I put a bottle in the trolley. Still, I've been a bit forgetful with all the pressures I've been under lately."
"I'll make some coffee, Dad. Real coffee, not instant."
Ten minutes later Rufus came into the living room with a tray carrying a cafetière, cups and saucers, milk and sugar. Now they could at last settle down and talk about the day Carl had had.
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