The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 41
It was a dour rugby match. Half way through it had come on to drizzle making the ball greasy. The drizzle had more penetrating power than ordinary rain. The School XV felt the effects of their lack of fitness and, to finish the afternoon off completely, they lost. They could look forward to a bollocking from their rugby master at some stage, probably on Wednesday. They were pleased to get under the hot showers.
"Hey, Rufus, why do you keep staring at my balls?" shouted Toby. You've seen them enough times."
"I'm not. I'm staring at your prick."
"What's so fascinating about it?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary, Tobes. I just wish I could have it inside me. Right now."
"Oh, that's all right then," laughed Toby. Listening to this conversation had given William a stiffie. "Look you've got a volunteer," said Toby, pointing at his friend. With this the players of their own and other teams that were using the showers had had their attention drawn to what was going and had gathered round. In time honoured tradition they surrounded William and started a round of rhythmic clapping. The circle was tight so that no one from outside the shower room, especially a member of staff, could see what was going on. Then the lyrics started, halfway between singing and a chant:
"Last night I had a fit of masturbation,
It did me good, I knew it would.
Tonight I will repeat the operation,
I'll do it twice because it's nice.
Wank it, spank it, throw it on the floor,
Tease it squeeze it, slam in the door.
Some people think that sexual intercourse is really rather grand
But for maximum enjoyment I prefer to use my hand."
At this point William knew what he had to do and as the second verse started, he began to do the actions.
"At first I started off with the long stroke
Right up and down, right up and down
And then I finished off with the short stroke
It'll tickle the ground, it'll tickle the ground
Wank it, spank it, throw it on the floor,
Tease it squeeze it, slam in the door.
Some people think that sexual intercourse is really rather grand
But for maximum enjoyment I prefer to use my hand."
As the desired result had not happened by the end of the second verse, it was repeated, always accompanied by the rhythmic clapping which set the beat Will had to beat his meat to until suddenly there was a squirt of spunk which made the spectators scatter to avoid being hit by it. Since that broke William's cover, he had to turn smartly to the wall in case the noise had attracted the wrong kind of attention.
"Well done, Will," congratulated Toby and Rufus, slapping him on the backside. "It takes guts to do that."
After they had finished changing the boys filed into the dining hall for team tea – burgers, baked beans and chips. While they were eating Rufus looked down towards the other end of the hall where the parents and other supporters were having a cup of tea and biscuits. He could see his father and Michel talking with Mr and Mrs Cholmondeley and who should be with them, but Eddie and Cholmondeley minor. Rufus nudged Toby and said
"Look over there. We might have a result."
"I mentioned it to Oliver and do you know what the precocious little bugger said?"
"No," said William. "Tell us."
"He said 'Yes, bro. You're right. It's time I stopped philandering and settled down like you.' You really sound like one great big poof, Olly, to which he replied 'I suppose when you come to think about it, we are really, aren't we?' We? I ask you." The other two just fell about. "I warned Olly that Eddie was still a virgin and to go slow and gentle. 'Never shag on a first date,' I said."
"Well, there's plenty of other things they can do," said William.
Finally the proceedings broke up and the parents took their sons home. Rufus and Michel climbed into the back of Carl's car. Anyway, William was put forward as the man of a rather dismal match and the rugby master couldn't understand why.
When Carl and the boys got home he asked them what they were going to do that evening.
"Just relax," was the answer.
"Would you like a cup of tea?" asked Carl. "I'll make it." The boys settled down in the living room and were happy to chat with Carl. "I spoke to the Cholmondeleys at the parents' tea. They said the boys would like to come on New Year's Eve, but the family was committed to visiting grandparents on Boxing Day. I don't think Mrs McLarney was there and I did see William going home with the Cholmondeleys."
"Tell us about your round of golf, Dad," said Rufus.
"There's not a lot to tell."
"Did you win?"
"Not quite," said Carl. "We came second."
"And how many of you were there?"
"Four."
"Individuals?"
"No, two pairs. I wish you wouldn't ask so many questions."
"So you lost?" persisted Rufus. Michel was grinning all over his face.
"That's not a very nice way of putting it," said Carl.
"And who's your partner?"
"Jimmy Leadbeater."
"Have I met him?" said Rufus.
"I don't think so. We've been playing together for about three months now. Nice chap. You'll get to meet him at our Boxing Day buffet. And on New Year's Eve."
"And his wife?"
"I doubt it. He's a bachelor," said Carl.
"Let's see what on the television," said Rufus.
Some hours later Rufus and Michel were lying side by side in bed, arms round each other, enjoying the afterglow of what the Sun newspaper would have termed a 'romp'. Rufus had topped Michel which went some way to alleviating the frustrations of the day. They were feeling rather sticky because it had been raw in every sense and they had not even bothered to clean up afterwards. There was something degenerate and therefore exhilarating about lying in their cold, wet stickiness and feeling it warm up from their body heat. Rufus would have to change his bed in the morning. Better to leave it until the afternoon after Michel had gone home.
"Yes, it has been frustrating," said Rufus. "The rugby match seemed to go on for ever and we couldn't get anywhere."
"The pack was too slow to the breakdowns and the backs were too slow to tackle," said Michel. "Just the view of a spectator."
"I won't make the Firsts next year if I play like that."
"Were they your new shorts you were wearing?"
"Yes,"
"They suit you. The hold your package nicely and give an occasional teasing sight of your jock."
"I think next week I'm going to wear my dance belt… if I get selected."
"Of course you'll get selected. You were far from the worst player."
"I call them my lucky shorts."
"Why's that?"
"Because you were with me when I bought them that time in Lillywhites." **Quick intake of breath** "I've just thought. I forgot to unpack my kit when I got home. It'll all be festering in a plastic bag in my sports bag."
"Leave it till the morning," said Michel. "It will have festered by now. You can put it into the machine first thing." He leaned over to give Rufus a kiss to encourage him to remain in bed.
"I admire William for what he did today. I'd never have had the guts to do it."
"You would have done in the same situation. You'd have got caught up in the atmosphere and just gone ahead and done it."
"It was a blow for homosexuality. All those straight kids in there getting involved, if only by singing and clapping and encouraging. It shows that they have a gay side to them."
"Have you got a hetero side to you?"
"I've never thought about it. I think the nearest I get to a hetero side is when you're lying on top of me and stretching my hole."
"Are you feeling hetero at the moment?"
"No, I'm feeling very very gay, still savouring the moments of what we've just done."
"We?" said Michel in mock protest. "I was just lying there and thinking of England."
"You fibber. In that case I might just as well have just been there shagging the pillow."
"We've all been there," said Michel.
"Mmm, has been known. Better than an old sock."
"Good way of getting an inflamed and infected cock."
"Unless you use a jonnie. Then there's Eddie. He's begging for it."
"Well, he's playing with the big boys and is anxious to catch up."
"He ought to be playing with the boys of his own age," said Rufus. "Early days yet. There'll be gayboys in the third form who won't have come out yet. Toby, William and me were lucky. We were active before we came to the school… and experienced." Rufus thought for a bit. "Mike, this might sound like a confession… Heavens! I'm confessing something I haven't done… if you hadn't been there and I hadn't been under pressure of time from a rugby match, I think I would have ploughed Eddie… and then even have let him shag me. He is so incredibly… not just hot, attractive, but alluring, enticing, tempting, almost irresistible. But then he did come to the school with a pedigree."
"I shall have to keep an eye on my boyfriend. But if we are in the mood for confessions, I would have had him into the nearest broom cupboard and it wouldn't just have been a blowjob."
"Have you ever shagged in a broom cupboard, Mike?"
"C'mon, Rufus, you know my reputation and I didn't get on in my career just by being a good model."
"And been shagged?"
"I've always guarded my arse well. I won't say that I was an anal virgin when I met you, but I was… what shall I say? … extremely selective and always protected." Michel rolled over to give his boyfriend a kiss and discovered that he had fallen asleep.
In the morning the boys woke at dawn and had another 'romp' before getting up.
Rufus received a text from Toby which enigmatically said 'see e-mail'. He booted up the iMac and signed into his e-mail account. Among others there was one from Toby headed 'Success'.
"Mike, come and see this." It went on: 'Update on what we were saying at tea yesterday. Someone's a quick worker. When I got into the car after the match I found out that Olly and Eddie had not only fixed up a bowling session that evening, but that Eddie was staying for a sleep over. I don't know what they got up to, as they haven't emerged for breakfast yet. I just know that Olly's bedsprings need the WD40 treatment. I don't think Mum and Dad heard anything. Eddie is such a cute little bugger. Knows how to exploit it. Wouldn't mind bedding him myself. This the first time I have ever been jealous of my brother!!! Next update at lunch tomorrow. William and his mother are due any moment. They're stopping for the day. It's company for his mum and she knows better than to cramp our style. Hugs, Toby.'" Rufus beamed at his success.
Time and the term went on inexorably. The school rugby season could only get better and Rufus and William were awarded their colours, the best indication of a First XV place in the Upper Sixth. At the beginning of December Carl received confirmation of Veronica's divorce, as he called it, decree nisi to be followed in due time by the decree absolute. Rufus's seventeenth birthday had been marked, as opposed to celebrated, at the end of November by Carl taking him and Michel out to dinner. He received a card from his mother, accompanied by a cheque for a sum he considered exaggerated and which he dismissed as 'conscience money', but he still banked it, noting it was drawn on the joint account of 'Ms C Golding and Ms V Armstrong'. He wouldn't tell his father. It would just upset him. He valued much more the course of driving lessons his father gave him. He would take them up when the days got longer in spring. Michel gave him a pair of tights, a leotard and a new dance belt. It gave them 'corporate identity', as Michel explained.
The university term ended some ten days before the school term and here came the wrench. The twins came home by train as they had the minimum of luggage, but Hugo insisted he would not be returning to the Lindstrom house to live. He would stay with his mother and her new partner, but the spare room was only a single one. This forced Magnus into a corner. He had no choice but to live in his father's house, which he had no difficulty with. The difficulty was that for the first time in his life he was split from his twin brother. He knew it had to happen one day. He expected that day not to come until they had graduated. The Christmas holidays would not be without its problems.
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