Jack

[Autolycus]

“Ja-aa-ck, hurry up – you’ll make us late!” It was his father shouting up the stairs.


“OK! – I’m coming – give me a chance!” Jack replied angrily. He had spent the afternoon scoring for the school cricket team and missed his bus home. That meant he had to rush to shower and get dressed ready to go with his parents and sister to his Aunt May’s birthday party. He was not at all keen on going, as he hated these family occasions where the people of his parent’s generation sat round and reminisced over the days when they were young and all was right with the world. What was worse was the fact that he would be expected to play the piano for the assembled crowd. He didn’t mind playing the piano, in fact, he was so good at it that it was second nature to him. It was the patronising comments that followed his performance that made him cringe.


“At last!” his father exclaimed as he ran down the stairs to where the other’s stood waiting for him. “Everyone in the car now and off we go, with luck we’ve missed the worst of the homeward commuter traffic, and we shall be at May’s house on time.” Jack liked his Aunt May. She was much older than Dad, who had always been referred to as a ‘mistake’ by his aunt. She insisted that Jack’s grandmother had been taken by surprise long after she thought her childbearing days were over. May had been married but a series of strokes had taken Uncle George in his prime, leaving her as a rather wealthy, if a little eccentric widow. Jack was her only nephew and she doted on him – the son I never had, she would remark. Jack’s father would tell him that he should make a point of keeping in the old girl’s good books as he stood every chance of inheriting her money when the time came.


Father was right as usual, the traffic was not quite so bad, and they did arrive within a cat’s whisker of the appointed time. May greeted them at the door, “Come in, come in – so good to see you!” She was a plump lady, her round face painted and powdered, her lips a glossy red and her blond hair piled high on her hear. She wore a black dress that was decorated with prints of large white flowers that gave her the appearance of moving wallpaper. As ever, she exuded a powerful aroma of a perfume that always reminded Jack of an air-freshener. His mother insisted that it was an expensive perfume but ‘a little overplayed’. To Jack’s way of thinking, it had been applied with a fire hose. For all that, he liked her – she was lively and full of fun, and not averse to telling rather blue jokes. She also liked a little tipple and in her cups, her jokes just got bluer.


“Hello, darlings!” May effused, kissing each one of Jack’s family firmly on the cheek leaving a smudge of bright red lipstick as a mark of acceptance into her circle on each unsuspecting visitor. “Come in and meet everybody once you have put your coats in the closet,” she said and led the way into the large room she liked to refer to as the drawing room – “Lounge always seems so common don’t you think?” she would say. May had worked as secretary to a peer of the realm prior to her marriage and lived in quarters in a stately home that went with the job. She thus acquired her delusions of grandeur. Jack once heard his father remark to his mother that, “the worst snobs are those that work for the upper classes,” after a visit to Aunt May when she had gone on a bit about the people she had met during the course of her days as a secretary.


The drawing room was large. Four floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the neatly trimmed lawn in the imposing garden and the large upholstered sofas and armchairs contained a variety of people who were unknown in the main to Jack. These were friends of May’s, from her card club that she attended weekly. “We only play whist but it helps to pass the time and it does get me out of the house,” May would explain. Jack quickly ran his eyes over the assembled people and spotted a young man of about his own age, someone he had never seen before. Everyone was introduced and the young man was named Peter. His father turned out to be an august looking gentleman who sat in one of the armchairs whom Aunt May had introduced as the Reverend Charles Roper, the new vicar from St Giles parish church. Peter looked relieved to see someone of his own age appear and he gave Jack a shy but friendly smile. There was no immediate opportunity for the two youngsters to talk to one another as Aunt May ‘the birthday girl’ was the centre of attention.


She was celebrating her sixtieth birthday and while she had been coy about her age for many years, on this occasion she had no doubt that everyone was aware of the true number of decades she had survived. No longer would she be able to deduct a year or three unless all her guests signed a pact of secrecy. She consoled herself that being the centre of so much attention was compensation in itself. After all the assembled guests had been supplied with and consumed an aperitif of their choice they made their way through to the dining room where a celebratory meal was served by caterers specially hired in for the evening. May did herself proud and Jack’s father called upon to make a congratulatory speech followed by a toast to his esteemed sister. The excellent wine served with the meal ensured that everyone was in a mellow mood by the time May had thanked everyone for coming, the marvellous birthday gifts, and the kind words of her dear, dear brother. Before leading her guests back to the drawing room, she announced that her darling nephew jack was going to play the piano for them.


Like his father, Jack cringed a little at the way in which he had been mentioned, he would gladly dispense with words like ‘darling’ being attached to his name but that went with Aunt May, a woman who was inclined to be larger than life in more than just the physical sense. The people took up their various seats on sofas and armchairs again and Jack made his way to the boudoir grand piano that was the pride and joy of his quite untalented aunt, “Can’t play a note,” she would say as though expecting sympathy for this shortfall in her ability to be the most perfect of hosts.


Jack was able to play by ear and ran through a repertoire of tunes from musicals as well as a number of light classical pieces. He played these quietly so that people could converse with one another in much the way that they would in a piano bar. It suited him as he felt he was playing as much for his own amusements as that of the others and his love of music meant that mentally at least he had escaped from the boredom of listening to the trite conversation of his elders. It was after he had finished his little recital and had been duly applauded that Peter came over to him and said, “God, I don’t know how you did that. I should hate to have to play in public.”


“Do you play piano?” Jack asked. Peter nodded in reply. “After a fashion,” he said. “My father insisted that I learned but I shall never be that good. I can follow a sheet of music but I lack any style and could never do what you have just done.”


The two young men continued to talk and learn something about each other, where they were studying and their interests. They found they had some common ground and each agreed that they would keep in touch when the time came for everyone to say their goodbyes and leave for their respective homes.

***​

“I think you should take up the offer of organ lessons,” Michael said. Michael was a close friend of Jack’s and they both were in the same music study group. Michael was the first to admit that Jack was in a league of his own when it came to playing the piano. He had mastered it so well and was able to learn many a piece after playing it only once much to the amazement of Harvey, his tutor. Organ lessons had come out of the blue, as Harvey had made an approach to the management of the city hall and obtained permission for the use of the organ in the municipal concert hall. The Victorians spared no effort in ensuring that their municipal seats of power demonstrated their wealth, benevolence and business acumen and the newly restored organ was considered to be a gem.


Jack was sitting in the college refractory talking with Michael over a coffee between lectures. Jack had his doubts about taking on more tuition, as he was finding his workload onerous as it was. He was tempted. The organ was the acknowledged king of all the instruments and Jack had always enjoyed listening to organ music. Perhaps in the circumstances he would take up the offer, should schedule prove to be too much, he could always pull out. That evening, Michael and he were going to a concert with their tutor and he would be able to tell Harvey of his decision then. The tutor was in his forties, so quite a bit older than his students were, but he liked to see that his group got to as many concerts and recitals as possible. He was not averse to seeing they got tickets for some of the leading rock and roll and jazz players when they came by on tours. Harvey insisted that the development of music is an ongoing thing and did not stop when the classical composers went off to play to the Great Conductor in the sky.


Harvey was taking his group to a concert where the main part of the performance would be Ravel’s Bolero and Gershwin’s Rhapsody in Blue, a recognized bringing together of the classics and jazz. This evening, the group was quite small as in addition to Jack and Michael, Bob and Fiona were coming. Bob and Fiona both played the violin and had become a couple not long after the course had begun. Michael had a girl friend in another faculty but no one seemed to see any problem with the fact that Jack did not have a girl friend. He would go round with various groups of friends and the fact that as he was such a skilled piano player and could strike up a tune wherever there was a piano made him popular.


The concert went well and after it was over Harvey said that as he lived nearby he would be pleased to offer any one a coffee. Fiona spoke up on her behalf and that of Bob and quickly said ‘thanks but no thanks,’ as she had other plans in mind. Michael exchanged knowing smiles with Jack both thinking that two people would be late for lectures the next day if Fiona’s plans were of the sleep deprivation variety. Michael and Jack accepted the invite and the three walked the short distance to the ramshackle Edwardian house in which Harvey lived. They made their way through to a large sitting room extended by joining two rooms together. This meant the room was large enough to accommodate a grand piano as well as a variety of other instruments, vast piles of books that had overflowed from the numerous bookshelves around the walls. Harvey grabbed up sheet music and books to allow his guests to sit down while he made his way to the kitchen to make the coffee.


The two students cast their eyes round the room. It was very much the intellectual’s pad and a room that was seldom if ever given a clean as dust lay everywhere and the high corners had the odd cobweb as festoons on the cornices. In spite of this, the room was cozy and welcoming. Harvey returned with a tray on which there was a cafetière of dark coffee, three cups and a jug of cream. “I hope you don’t take sugar – I’m completely out, I’m afraid but there are some sweeteners,” Harvey said as he placed the tray on a small table that miraculously was devoid of clutter. The young men opted for sweeteners and they all settled down with their drinks, and a discussion about the concert.


After a while, Jack asked if he might use the bathroom and Harvey directed him to a room at the top of the stairs. As he stood over lavatory pan, Jack admired the surroundings. The bathroom was spotless and modernized in the not too distant past. It was quite an art gallery and the artwork intrigued Jack, as he relieved himself. The framed pictures were classical but homoerotic and there was a small replica of Michelangelo’s David in an alcove. Harvey had never come across as being gay although everyone assumed that he was a confirmed bachelor, some even suggested that he was a widower. As he flushed the toilet and then turned to wash his hands, an idea came to Jack and he wondered what Harvey’s reaction might be.


He returned to the sitting room and Michael looked at his watch and said that it was time that he was going if he was to catch his bus. Jack was in walking distance of his residence and said that there was something he wanted t discuss with Harvey before he left. They said their goodbyes to Michael and Harvey turned to Jack to ask what he wanted to know.


“I was interested to see your bathroom. I hope that I am not going to offend you in any way but the pictures they are a little – how shall I put it? Suggestive.” Harvey smiled. “I sent you up to the bathroom as opposed to the downstairs toilet for a purpose,” he said. “I think you are trying to ask me whether I am gay. The same question has been running through my mind regarding you. What if I say, yes I am gay but I do not make a show of it.”


Jack considered what Harvey had just said before replying, “I am sure that I am gay but have never admitted as much to anyone. I have feelings – feelings for men. I am attracted to men but have never had any sexual contact with a man or a woman for that matter. I don’t know anything about being gay apart from the crude comments people make about queers, faggots and such. What people say make me afraid of being gay.”


Harvey smiled sympathetically at Jack. “I fully understand what you feel. I guess every gay man must go through what you are experiencing just now. Uncertainty, apprehension, and fear even. Fear of losing family and friends, fear of abuse both verbal and physical. It is a very difficult time.”


“How did you deal with coming out?” Jack asked.


“I was lucky I suppose, my sister had her suspicions and actually asked me outright if I was homosexual. I admitted as much to her and somehow between us we told my parents. My father was a professional musician and said that he had nothing against gay men, he worked with enough of them, he said. My mother was quiet for a few days and then said that it really didn’t matter, I was still her Harvey and that had not changed. From then on, we just seemed to carry on much as before. However, I did experience some reactions among my friends. A couple of the guys just cut me – would avoid me but others were OK. In fact most were OK about it.”


Jack became bolder in his questioning and asked whether Harvey had a boyfriend or partner. Harvey was quiet for a time before saying, “No longer. I did have a very dear partner. We were together for several years. He was my tutor and so a few years older than I. We became close and one day he told me that he was HIV positive. Until then we had had no sexual contact; that came after we moved in together. We practiced safe sex and had a wonderful relationship; in fact, we bought this house together. In time, he developed AIDs and I cared for him until the end. Bill’s illness was a result of his carelessness before we met, he was promiscuous and paid the price but he was a great guy and I shall miss him always. Since he passed away, I have kept myself to myself and have found that I can cope with celibacy – perhaps I should have been a priest!”


“I am truly sorry to hear about your partner. Thanks anyway for being so open with me. You have given me a great deal of food for thought,” Jack said.


“It’s getting late – time for you to go, Jack,” Harvey said as he stood and led the way to the door. “I am sure you will find someone, I just hope that you have rather more luck than I did. I shall never regret my time with Bill but it would have been so much better if he was still here with me.”


“Good night, and thank you again,” Jack said as he left and headed for home.




To be continued

 

[ukbrit]

This could be a fun story, it started with pace of to be honest reminds me of my family get togethers
Hope to see chapter 2 soon.

 

[harry113]

Wonderful! Thanks Auto.
This really takes me back to old memories. Things as they used to be!! Not all good however.
Please tell us more
Harry

 

[Autolycus]

Part Two​

A few months had passed since Jack had first tried his hand playing the organ in the city hall. Harvey proved to be an excellent tutor and although Jack had some difficulty in coordinating his feet with his hands at the massive instrument he had at last mastered the beast. He was now learning to play some quite complicated pieces and thoroughly enjoying the experience.

His Aunt May was always interested in what Jack was doing and when she heard that he was learning to play the organ, in her usual fashion, she boasted to her many acquaintances about her clever nephew. One such acquaintance was the Reverend Mr. Roper. He was less than happy with the aged organist at St. Giles’ church and having heard Jack play the piano all those many months ago at May’s birthday party, wondered whether the young man would help at the church. May said that she would ask Jack and so it was that Jack arrived one Saturday afternoon at the vicarage. He was feeling somewhat guilty, as he had failed to keep in touch with Peter, the Vicar’s son. However, Peter had not contacted him and so he was not the only one to have reneged on the agreement.

Mrs Carver, the vicar’s housekeeper answered the door when Jack rang the bell that sounded like a death knell far off in the depths of the large rambling house. “Yes?” the austere woman said. Jack explained the reason for his visit and she ushered him into the dark hallway. “Wait here,” Mrs. Carver said, giving him a look that suggested he should not move from the spot or touch anything. As Jack stood at the foot of the stairs, he heard a door slam above his head followed by the sound of someone descending before a figure came into view. Silhouetted against a large stained glass window on a half-landing was Peter.

“Hello! What are you doing here?” Peter said, a broad smile lighting up his face. “I’ve come to see your father; I gather he wants to talk to me about playing the organ in church.” At that moment the vicar appeared.

“Hello, Jack. Thanks for coming. You know Peter of course. Come in here.” Mr Roper opened a door that led onto a cosy looking room with walls covered in bookshelves. “Peter, ask Mrs Carver to bring us a pot of tea and some biscuits – the chocolate ones.” Peter disappeared to carry out his father’s bidding and Roper ushered Jack over to an armchair opposite the his desk. “May tells me that you have learned to play the organ. Our organist is really quite past it and I am desperate for someone to take over from him. Would you be interested?”

“I can give it a try,” Jack said. “I am still a greenhorn when it comes to playing. I have learning to play the organ in the city hall and it is large and rather frightening until you get the hang of it.”

“The St. Giles organ is not quite so big but it is reckoned to be a fine one and the church acoustic is excellent. I only wish I could play it myself but sadly, I could never get my head round music lessons. You, my boy have a gift and this is an opportunity for you to put that gift to good use.”

Jack had the feeling that the vicar was assuming that he could not only play the instrument in the church but that he would also become the permanent organist, something he did not really want to commit to. “I shall be pleased to help until you can find a replacement organist but I don’t think I could take it on for than a temporary period.”

“That’s fine, once we have had our tea we can go over to the church and I will introduce you to our instrument.” So saying the vicar stood as Mrs Carver backed round the door, tray in hand with an array of cups and saucers, tea pot, milk jug and the promised plate of chocolate biscuits. Peter also came into the room and sat himself down while Mrs Carver poured tea and handed round the cups. Her task completed she vanished back to her kitchen, where she kicked off her shoes and sat down to enjoy a cup of tea while mumbling to herself her woes about being treated like a slave at everyone’s beck and call. For all that, she was proud to be the vicar’s housekeeper as she felt that the position gave her some sort of status in the parish.

The church was old, dating back to the sixteenth century and had a smell of damp and decay mingled with the perfume of the flowers maintained with loving care by a rota of female parishioners. The organ was quite splendid, almost a hundred years old and donated by a local manufacturer as a memorial to his late wife who had died all those years ago. The vicar handed Jack the key and the electric motor that drove the air to the instrument purred almost silently into action. Jack played a few scales, took note of the console and the various stops before playing bars from a number of popular hymn tunes.

“Splendid! Splendid!” the vicar exclaimed. Peter, who had followed them into the church also looked impressed. Jack agreed to attend the various services on the following Sunday and was told that he could have access to the church to practice the required hymns. Peter was deputed to help Jack find his way around. Thus, it was that Jack became involved at St. Giles and also became very friendly with Peter. As at their first meeting they found that they had shared interests and would go to the movies together as well as cycling in the country where Peter would spend time photographing the wild life as well as country houses, churches and the like. By the end of summer they were inseparable.

Things took a change when Aunt May announced that she was going on a world cruise and would be away from home for three months. She did not want to leave her house unattended and asked Jack if he was prepared to move in and ‘house sit’ in her absence. Jack needed no encouragement, he quite looked forward to the independence that the suggestion offered – virtually a home of his own for the duration of May’s cruise. A couple of days after he had settled into May’s house, Jack had a call on his mobile from Michael. They had not seen much of one another of late as Jack had been spending time with Peter and Michael was occupied with Louise, his girl friend – there was even talk of an engagement to be followed by marriage in a year or so.

“Hi! How’re you doing?” Jack said. “Not seen you around for a while.”

“It’s all gone pear shaped with Louise,” Michael explained. “She met some guy at a party and has given me the brush off. She says I am too laid back not sophisticated and outgoing like this bloody marvellous Nigel who has appeared on the scene. He’s a self seeking big headed twat so far as I am concerned – she’s welcome to him!”

“Sorry to hear that, do you want to come round and hang out for a time?” Jack asked. “I’m looking after my aunt’s house – you know the big one on Hampstead Avenue. Bring a few beers with you, I’ve got some frozen pizzas. We can have supper together. Bring a sleeping bag and you can stop over if you like.” Michael said that he was pleased to accept the invite and would be round in half an hour or so. Jack bounded to the front door as he heard Michael’s old Ford rattle up the drive.

“Hi! Come in. I see you have decided to stop over – great! It’s OK having a place of your own but it can get a bit lonely, especially as this house is so big.” Jack said as he greeted Michael enthusiastically.

“Thanks for asking me. I need a bit of cheering up and I thought of you. You always have the knack of making me feel good.” Michael replied giving Jack a friendly hug once they were inside the house. Jack led the way through to the small sitting room he had made his own. There was a TV in the corner with a DVD player, an L-shaped leather sofa, and a coffee table. “I guess this is where May settles down when she is on her own and not entertaining her constant flow of friends. The drinks cabinet over in that corner gives the game away – the old girl likes her tipple!”

“So, what’s all this with you and Louise then?” Jack asked.

“It’s not just this Nigel bloke,” Michael said. “I’ve been getting cold feet about this idea of us getting engaged. She’s OK but I don’t want that sort of commitment. I think she may have got the idea that I was holding back – you know with the sex thing – until we were married. That’s why she was pushing me. She wanted sex all the time but.. Oh, I don’t know… I just did not fancy it. Do you think there is something wrong with me? Other guys seem to want to get into their girlfriends pants all the time.”

“Have you had sex with her?” Jack asked.

“We tried once. We’d been making out in the back of my car but my heart was not entirely in it. She had her hand on my cock, rubbing it. I got hard. She went down on it and before I knew she was climbing on me and trying to mount me. I went soft and nothing she could do could get me up again. I just did not want it.” Michael looked down at his hands, a sad look on his face.

“What about you Jack, have you made it with a girl?”

“Of course not! When have you ever seen me with a girl friend?” Jack said. “I had quite a long chat with Harvey. It was the night that we went round to his place after that recital, you remember, surely?”

“Yeah, you stayed on didn’t you. You said there was something you wanted to talk to him about.”

“I asked him if he was gay.”

“Hell! What did he say?”

“He said that he was and we talked about it.”

“He didn’t make a move on you? Haven’t been doing anything with him have you?”

“No, nothing like that! We just talked . He set my mind at rest over a number of things. He had a partner who died of AIDs. He says he doesn’t fuck around with his students. Can’t blame him really, that can only lead to trouble.”

“So, you say that he put your mind at rest over something – what?”

“I wanted to know if I was gay,” Jack replied. “I am sure that I am but so far I’ve not had any experience to prove it one way or another.”

Michael moved closer to Jack and put an arm round his shoulder. “Do you mean an experience like this?” and he kissed Jack.

“I guess I do,” Jack said and he kissed Michael back. A kiss that lasted for what seemed an eternity.




To be continued:

 

[harry113]

Oh dear!! Does this mean that poor Peter is out in the cold??
Thanks Auto, moving forward nicely
Harry

 

[GrayFox]

Sounds like we have some organ playing coming soon.

 

[Autolycus]

Part Three

Jack’s reaction to Michael was natural and submissive as he had never been down this route before. Somehow, he instinctively knew that kissing went beyond the mere touching of lips and he felt no revulsion as Michael pushed his tongue between his lips. This was new and exciting and he felt a trembling over take his entire body, a vibrant sexual arousal of a kind that was strange, almost frightening in its intensity. Michael followed the familiar fumbling that he had learned in his exploratory experiences with Louise, she had guided his hand, and it was that hand now finding its way into the folds of Jack’s shirt. Where the female breast had been soft and rounded, this manly chest was firm and muscular, the skin smooth but covered in a fine fuzz of hair. The nipple rose under his fingers like a hard round button, smaller than its feminine equivalent but quite as reactive to stimulation.

Jack was conscious of a stirring in his lower abdomen as his penis, cramped within his underwear tried to find its way up. The pressure was almost painful by now and relief came from an unexpected source as Michael fondled his crotch. Jack eased forward on the seat and his cock now freed of its restriction was able to rise within his underwear. Michael loosened Jack's belt and pulled it free of his pants, and was then able to pass his hand down inside Jack’s clothing and make direct contact with the hard, yearning flesh. Michael was aware of the dampness that surrounded the cock head still partly shrouded by foreskin. Using both hands he opened up Jack’s pants and pushing down the top of his briefs tugged the pulsing penis free. Tightening his grip, he pulled back the foreskin and fully exposed the mushroom shaped dome over which he enclosed his lips.

Jack gave a sharp cry as he felt his shaft engulfed in the warm wet confines of Michael’s mouth. Used only to the feel of his own hand as he wanked, Jack could hardly contain himself under the attack of this novel and stimulating sensation. He jerked his hips, taking up the motion of Michael’s movements and felt himself being lifted to ever-higher planes of excitement. “Oh fuck! I’m going to cum!” he shouted as the dam burst and he spent his load in Michael’s hungry throat.

At this point they were both fully clothed apart from the fact that Jack’s privates were exposed. Without saying a word they both began to shed clothes and throw them to the floor and soon were stark naked. Jack looked in awe at Michael’s erection. He had seen Michael naked many times when they had changed for swimming and sport but never erect as now. Following Michael’s example, he took the erection in his mouth and began to suck on it, running his tongue over the head, and probing the piss slit that was leaking sweet tasting pre-cum.

It was as they were engaged thus that there came a loud banging on the front door of the house. The startled pair sat up and grabbed clothing in their confusion and fear of being discovered. Jack pulled on his shirt and ran to the door as he fastened his buttons, his pants hanging on his hips as his belt lay on the floor where Michael had thrown it. Jack opened the door with the security chain in place and looked round the edge to see who was there at such a late hour. A male figure wearing a hoodie and carrying a holdall stood on the step. As soon as the door opened the caller said, “Hi! It’s Peter; sorry to disturb you so late but can I come in?”

Jack hesitated briefly until he realised that it was indeed his friend Peter Roper. He then released the chain and opened the door wide to let Peter enter. Taking the holdall from the new arrival and placing it on a chair in the hall Jack led his late night visitor into the sitting room where Michael, now fully dressed once more but looking a little dishevelled, was sitting.

“Michael, this is Peter from the vicarage, you remember I told you about him,” Michael stood and shook hands with Peter as Jack introduced them to one another.

“You better have a seat, you look all in,” Jack said noting that Peter did indeed look as though he was bushed and deeply troubled. Peter pushed the hood off his head and sat down beside Michael.

“Sorry to turn up like this but I didn’t know where else to go. It may sound a bit childish but I have run away!”

“Run away? Shit!” Jack exclaimed. “What the fuck made you do that?”

“I’ve had an almighty row with my father and it’s all my stupid bloody fault!”

“What have you done?” Jack asked sitting down on a chair and leaning toward his friend, concerned for him, as he seemed so distressed.

“That bloody interfering cow, Mrs Carver. She’s always had it in for me and at last she has had her way. Like an idiot, I left a porn magazine in the bathroom and she found it there. She knew that it would be mine yet she took it to my father. He went through the roof.” Peter explained, near to tears with anger and distress.

“Even a vicar should expect his son to have a wank over a girlie magazine from time to time,” Michael volunteered, amazed that the event should have such serious repercussions.

“That’s the problem - Dad said he could have understood a magazine devoted to naked women. In his words, that would have been natural for a young man. My magazine was a gay magazine – this month’s Freshmen and the photo-spreads are very explicit. He is homophobic and takes the Bible stance quite literally. He went ballistic, locked me in my room and said that he would not let me out until I had renounced the evil to which I had submitted myself. I have never heard him so angry and acting so fucking irrationally. I escaped by climbing out of my window, almost killed myself in the attempt and realised I had no where to go. Then I thought of you.”

Jack and Michael exchanged glances, both wondering what Peter had meant by saying that he had thought of them.

“Sorry,” Peter said. “Have I interrupted something?”

“Er – no…. Not really,” Jack replied blushing at the thought of what Peter had interrupted. “We were just hanging out… Chatting… Er… Um… That sort of thing,” Jack said as Michael looked firstly at him and then at Peter, and nodding in agreement.

“That’s all. Yes, that’s what we were doing,” Michael said also going red to the roots of his hair.

Peter bent down and retrieved a pair of underpants that were glistening with a splattering of fresh cum. “What exactly were you chatting about?” he asked looking from one to another of the embarrassed friends.

“I guess we were doing something that may have been mentioned if not actually illustrated in your magazine,” Peter said with a guilty smile. “Just experimenting, you know.”

“Can anyone join the experiment?” Peter said expectantly and looking much happier than when he had first made his entry.

To be continued....

 

[harry113]

Thanks Auto, getting verrry interesting!!
A threesome??
Harry

 

[SexyGuy]

Jesus Christ (no pun intended)! This is really good! Have you ever thought of submitting this into a book or magazine?

 

[Autolycus]

Jesus Christ (no pun intended)! This is really good! Have you ever thought of submitting this into a book or magazine?

I am content to share my fictions with JUB Members but thanks for the suggestion.

One of your best stories so far Auto. I cant wait to read what happens!

I am just as curious - these stories tend to write themselves!

 

[Autolycus]

Part Four​

Jack did not know how to react to Peter’s question, whether to take it seriously or to assume that he was having a joke. Either way he was feeling like the kid who was caught with his hand in the cookie jar. It was strange enough to have had Michael come on to him as he had done, not that he, Jack, was complaining. He had enjoyed every single moment. Here was another friend suddenly announcing that he was gay and offering to participate in sex play.

“We were just about to go to bed,” Jack said. This was the first thought that entered his head as a reply to what Peter had said. “Michael has brought a sleeping bag and is going to sleep on the couch.”

Peter looked flummoxed at this, “You’re quite sure that it is OK for me to stay?” he asked wondering whether Jack’s comment was an indication that he should leave after all. Jack looked at Michael who merely shrugged his shoulders, “You’re in charge here,” he said to jack.

Jack thought for a few seconds before saying, “I’m sleeping in a double, rather than going to the trouble of making up another bed, I suppose you could share with me.” He looked at Michael wondering whether he was going to raise any objection but Michael merely said that he reckoned that seemed to be the most reasonable solution. So that was decided upon and Jack showed Peter where the bedroom was as well as the bathroom.

“You’re OK with that?” Jack said to Michael feeling sorry for his friend who was going to be left alone.

“Fine by me, unless that bed will sleep three,” he laughed.

“Are you serious?” Jack asked.

“Only if there’s room,” Michael replied.

“Of course there’s room but it may be a bit of a squeeze,” Jack said. “As host I will go in the center!”

Peter returned from the bathroom and climbed into the bed wearing a pair of boxers, as Michael went through to wash and brush his teeth. Jack was wondering what he would wear in bed as he normally slept in the nude. He was going to go home the next day for some clean underwear and he could hardly put back on the briefs that Peter had discovered on the floor. It was as he was considering his dilemma that Michael returned in a clean pair of boxers and climbed into the other side of the bed.

Jack went into the bathroom and stripped off, took a leak, then washed and brushed his teeth. Having no alternative he went into the bedroom and clambered in between his two friends. Jack lay on his back and reached up to pull the cord that would turn off the lights. The room was in darkness and he was aware of the gentle breathing of the two guys who lay on their sides, their backs toward him. He was the snug filling in a cosy sandwich and very soon all three were asleep.

It is hard to say whether Jack was the first to awake the next morning but when he did finally arouse from a sleep that was rich in erotic dreams he was all to conscious of the presence of his bed mates. Although they had their backs to him when they fell asleep, they were now on their sides facing him. Jack found that they were so close that his arms pinioned to his sides made him a virtual prisoner between his companions. Not that he had cause for complaint as he could feel two hands gently sweeping over his body in such a way as to give him a pleasant tingling sensation that had its base in his loins where his cock was hard and demanding attention.

to be continued

 

[Autolycus]

Part Five​

Jack could feel the warm breath of each of his friends upon his face and as neither made a sound he could not be certain that either one was actually awake. Could it be that they were caressing him in this tantalizing fashion while still sleeping? He just lay there and let the fun continue, for as far as he was concerned this was fun! It was Peter’s hand, moving from Jack’s right hand side that brushed down the length of his belly and came to rest at the base of his cock that was standing upright supporting the light bedclothes like an eight inch tent pole. The fingers wandered round the pole and cupped his balls, stroking the hair that covered his tightened scrotum.

Michael stirred, by so doing he freed Jack’s left arm. Jack raised the arm and placed it around Michael’s shoulder, stroking his bare back, drawing Michael closer to him. Jack felt Michael’s hard cock press against his thigh while Michael’s hand tweaked his right nipple adding to the currents of pleasure that were running through his body. Michael nibbled Jack’s left ear before kissing his cheek and then as Jack turned his head toward him, kissed him on the lips. Peter’s hand was now working up and down on Jack’s erection and with a great deal of effort, Jack was able to move his right hand a feel the bulge encased in Peter’s boxers.

All three were now wide-awake and between them they kicked off the bedclothes, Jack struggled to a sitting position and shoved his hands down the front of the boxers of the guys on either side of him to grab hold of their erections. Moving as one, Michael and Peter took up kneeling positions on either side of Jack and he pulled down their boxers so that he could suck first one and then the other cock in turn. Continuing in this fashion for a time, they then moved round so that they were positioned head to toe in a triangle thereby enabling Peter to suck on Michael’s cock while Michael sucked on Jack’s cock, who in turn sucked on Peter’s cock.

The three-way ‘suckathon’ continued until all participants had ejaculated when they ran through to the bathroom and squeezed into the shower cubicle.

“Who said that two’s company and three’s a crowd?” Jack laughed.

“Three’s a bit of a crowd in here,” Michael said. “But I like it!”

“Just don’t drop the soap,” Peter added. “There’s no room to bend over to pick it up!”

 

[harry113]

Wow!! Thanks Auto.
Very erotic, more please
Harry

 

[Autolycus]

Part Six​

Michael had returned home and at Jack’s invitation, Peter stayed on at the house. Peter had no idea what he was going to do long term having walked out of the vicarage following his bust up with his father. Jack thought long and hard about his commitment to play the church organ for services. He felt a certain loyalty to Peter and for that reason was inclined to think that he should avoid any contact with the Reverend Roper. The man was clearly a homophobe and would have his prejudices equally toward Jack as he had for Peter. Peter encouraged Jack to go ahead and go to the service as though nothing had happened. So that was decided upon.

It was after the service and as Jack was tidying away the music he had played, and the last of the congregation had left that the vicar approached him.

“Thanks, Jack. I really appreciate all you do for us here.” Roper said kindly. “Can I have a word with you before you go home?” This was said in a much more serious tone.

“Sure - what about?” Jack asked, acting the innocent.

“It’s about Peter. You and he are good friends are you not?”

“Yes, we are.”

“Well, Peter’s left home. We had a row. He announced that he is gay and I find that very hard to come to terms with.” The vicar seemed very low and Jack found that disconcerting in a man who normally appeared so full of confidence.

“I am worried for him, where he may have gone.”

“He’s safe, you have nothing to worry about on that score,” Jack said. He wondered how much he should tell Roper.

“You know where he is?” Roper asked anxiously. “Tell me. Please!”

“He’s staying with me at the moment. I am housesitting for my Aunt while she is away from home. Doubtless, you know she has gone on a lengthy cruise? Peter’s quite safe and I know the reason why he has left home.”

“You know that he has told me that he is a homosexual?”

“Yes.” Jack said.

“And yet you let him stay with you – doesn’t that worry you?” Roper said as though he thought his son was carrying the plague or worse.

“Why should it worry me? He is still Peter whatever his says or merely thinks his sexual orientation may be. He is still the same person that he always was.” Jack said with a tinge of anger in his voice.

“He should put this stupidity behind him, he has been raised to know that it is sinful! Surely, you think the same as I on that score?”

“If Peter is a sinner then so am I,” Jack replied. “You see I am the same, I am a homosexual, and I am pleased to have Peter as a friend.”

“It’s you! You have led him astray!” the vicar exclaimed.

“No one has led anyone astray. I did not know he was gay until he arrived at the house last evening and for that matter, he did not know that I was gay. It is something we have never had cause to discuss until now.”

The vicar stood silently looking at Jack. It was obvious that the priest was completely lost for words. Here was yet another young man stating that he was homosexual. He had met several gay men in his time, he knew that there were a number in the church, priests even but he did not give them too much thought. He only knew that he had been taught from a very early age what the Bible had to say about ‘men who lay with other men’. It was an abomination and sinful. Never the less he admired Jack. To all intents, he was a fine young man, a talented young man. Similarly, as the boy’s father he had never had cause to complain of his son’s behaviour. How could it be that these two seemingly fine young men be such terrible sinners in the eyes of God?

“I don’t know what to say to you,” the vicar said. “It was a great blow to learn that Peter was – er – different. Now you are saying that you are gay. I ask myself if the world has gone crazy. With all the permissiveness around us, is it that which has brought a change in you? I just do not understand!”

Jack had listened to this while struggling to remain calm, wondering how to reply to Peter’s father in such a way as to get him to see reason. “Tell me,” said Jack, “do you believe that the Bible story of the Creation is actual fact or is it a way in which a primitive people explained nature and everything around them?”

Roper was hesitant in his reply and said, “I believe God is the Creator, but accept that the Bible story is a simplification of the evolution of the world as we know it. I don’t doubt the science. Why do you ask?”

“Maybe you have read or heard something of the modern concepts of sexuality and how it can vary. Why then do you accept the view of people of a less enlightened age about homosexuality? Surely, you will agree that attitudes toward sex differ between cultures. The ancient Greeks rather than condemn the love one man had for another promoted it and we all know how much those very same Greeks have benefitted our culture and civilization. Didn’t Freud say that homosexuality was not a perversion? He recognized that it could be a passing phase in a person’s development, he even said that heterosexuality could be just as much a passing phase. A person could be gay in youth or become gay in later life but it is not a perversion. We have to accept people for rather more than just their sexuality. Peter is still your son, no matter what.”

The vicar was clearly surprised by Jack’s words. He had not thought about the matter in that kind of way. “I agree that I was hasty with Peter, I did not think, I reacted in a state of shock I suppose. It had never occurred to me that Peter could be anything other than normal.”

“There, you have used that word. What in this world is ‘normal’?” Jack said, his temper rising.

“I suppose what I mean is ‘normal’ within the generally accepted standards of society.” Roper replied.

“Society, as you call it has taken a more liberal view, thank God,” Jack said. “We have to move with the times. There is much that is done today that was considered sinful in years gone by. I can’t say that I approve of all such changes in attitudes but I do know that being gay is not a sin any more than it is an illness. Gay people have contributed a great deal to life as we know it and for that, we all have to be grateful. Maybe I am going through a phase, as might Peter – only time will tell. Meanwhile we are both happy to be as we are.”

*******​

Peter listened attentively to what Jack had to say about his confrontation with the vicar. “What did he say when you had finished?” he asked.

Jack smiled, “He said that he would think about what I had said and pray for guidance.”

Peter took Jack’s hand. “I am grateful to you for what you have tried to do for me. My relationship with my father has always been different since my mother died. I think that he has always blamed me, although I don’t know why as I cannot see how I could have been in any way responsible for her illness. He loved her deeply and I think that he resented the fact that she died while I lived. My being gay is just another reason for him to resent me.”

Jack put an arm around Peter to comfort him. “Cheer up! Things always look worse than they are. I think he will come round, after all you are all he’s got.”

Peter snuggled into Jack’s side and kissed him on the cheek. “I’m lucky, I’ve also got you, and so has he in a way.” Jack returned the kiss, “Yes, you have got me. Let’s go and eat and I think an early night may do us a power of good.”

 

[wyndhampaul]

Wisdom! And yet there are still a lot of folk who have a severe lack of it when it comes to sexuality. They repeat the most banal things that they have been taught by others, without considering the absurdity of what the are saying. Thanks Autolycus, and am now awaiting the next episode.

 

[Autolycus]

Part Seven​

Peter and Jack went to bed, sharing the same bed as they had the night before. However, somehow this was different. There was an unspoken acceptance between them that sleeping together was a natural development of their ever-closer friendship. It was not merely a sexual thing in the way that events had developed when Michael shared with them but something far deeper. Their feelings for each other went beyond sexual attraction, for although that was part of their developing relationship there was no need for sex. It was sufficient for them to snuggle up together and once the light was out, fall asleep; a deep, contented, and restful sleep.

Peter was first to wake the next morning and he looked down in wonder at his sleeping partner. Jack had a slight smile on his lips as he lay on his back and his eyelids fluttered indicating that he was dreaming. What could he be dreaming, Peter wondered as he let his gaze wander sown the bed to where the sheets was tented by Jack’s morning wood. Peter was semi-hard himself and he remembered the thrill he got when Jack had fellated him some twenty-four hours before. He ducked under the sheet and moved round so that he could take Jack’s cock in his mouth. Peter moved cautiously not wishing to awake Jack but to add some realism to whatever he was dreaming.

Peter’s licking and sucking was having an effect on the dreamer as he moaned softly in his sleep and eased his body gently toward the source of the warm wetness that was enveloping and massaging his throbbing dick. Peter took his own hardening cock in his hand and jerked on it as his horniness increased because of his cock sucking motion. Jack let out a long low sigh as he ejaculated and Peter gagged as he swallowed the hot spurts of cum. Jack stirred, shifted himself up on his elbows in time to see Peter’s head emerge from the sheets.

“Oh my God, that was some dream!” Jack gasped. Then he saw Peter’s face grinning up at him. “But it wasn’t all a dream was it?”
“You tell me,” Peter said, as he wiped his cum drenched lips with the back of his hand. Peter turned so that he was on his back, his hand still working on his dick.

“It was like this,” Jack said and he got onto his hands and knees, pushing the sheet aside and taking Peter’s cock in his mouth, sucking him to a climax. When he had finished Peter off, they lay side-by-side, looking up at the ceiling while leaking the last drops of cum onto their bellies.

“I can’t explain my dream, I was in a warm haze, and it was as though my entire body had evolved into one massive penis that was in some huge warm, wet, velvety cavity. The feeling was mind blowing and I could feel myself growing bigger and bigger until I thought I would explode. Then I did but instead of being blown apart, I felt my balls tighten and it was if I was being turned inside out. God it was great!” Jack said, Leaning on an elbow and looking down at Peter. “You did that to me, didn’t you?”

“Well, I guess I helped,” Peter replied. “Some of it was in your mind, I could see you were having some kind of erotic dream – I just joined in.”

********​

It was while they were having breakfast that the telephone rang. Jack answered. It was Peter’s father.

“Hello Jack,” the vicar said. “I have been thinking over what you said to me yesterday. I think I must thank you for getting me to see reason. You were right, Peter is still the son I have always loved and respected. I was wrong to judge him the way I did. Is he there? May I speak to him?”

Jack held the phone out to Peter, “It’s your dad, – he wants to speak to you.”

Peter took the phone saying, “Hello.” Jack went through to the kitchen to clear away the breakfast things rather than overhear the conversation Peter was having with his father. They talked for quite some time and eventually Peter came through to the kitchen and threw his arms around Jack.

“Whatever you said to my father, it seems to have brought him to his senses. He said that he was sorry to have treated me in the way he did. He said something about having stupid and that his attitude toward homosexuality was ridiculous and outdated. He wants me to come home. Should I go?”

Jack hugged Peter in return. “Of course you should go home. It does not mean that we cannot see each other but for now, your first duty is to family. I still have to tell my parents that I am gay – you are lucky, as you have jumped that hurdle.”

“Well if you handle your parents in the same way as you talked my dad round, it should not be too much of a problem,” Peter remarked. “Will you be going to see them today?”

“Yes, now that your father knows I am gay, the cat is out of the bag and I want to be the one who breaks the news to my folks. I should hate to have someone else telling them.” Jack said as he finished drying the last of the plates.

Together they made the bed and tidied the bedroom. Jack went to clean the bathroom as Peter packed his bag and readied himself for home. “I will see you again soon?” he said to Jack as they stood at the front door. “Of course you will. I’ll give you a ring when I get back here later today. My aunt is going to be away for some time yet so we still have this place as somewhere we can be together.

“What about Michael?” Peter asked.

“Yes, what about Michael,” Jack said. “I shall have to have a chat with him sometime but that’s my problem.”

************​

Jack’s parents looked from one to the other, neither saying anything. Jack felt that he could cut the silence with a knife it was so intense. It was his mother who spoke first.

“I can’t say that I, that am probably we, am so surprised. We have had the privilege of knowing you for a very long time you know and there have been certain signs that made us wonder. We have never mentioned it, knowing that you would say something to us in your own good time,” she said and turning to Jack’s father added, “That’s right isn’t it?”

“Yes,” his father agreed. “I must say that I had hoped that you would say we were wrong but what does it matter so long as you are happy. Our only concern is what the attitude of other people might be. We don’t want to see you hurt.”

Jack was astounded by his parents’ reaction to what he had told them. However, he should have realised that they were reasonable people. His dad had a gay cousin and they always had got along quite well and his father would say that it was none of his business how Cyril lived his life.

“Thanks, Mum. Thanks Dad!” Jack said. “You have no idea how relieved I am to have been able to tell you and how pleased I am that you have been so nice about it. Peter’s dad was quite the opposite.”

“Peter’s dad! Are you telling us that Peter is gay as well? That won’t go down well with the vicar!”

“Now dad, don’t gloat.” Jack’s mother said. “I know that you think the vicar’s a bit pompous but it must be more of a problem for him to have a gay son than it is for us what with the views of some the folk in the congregation. They’ll just have to come to terms with it. It’s not the end of the world after all!”

Jack smiled. The day had not gone so badly after all and he was anxious to find out how Peter got on with his father once he got home. Meanwhile he was going to have to deal with the problem of Michael.

 

[harry113]

Wonderful philosophy & so wisely written!
Thank you Auto. This is a great tale
Harry

 

[Autolycus]

Part Eight​

It was a fine evening when Jack drove over to the part of town where Michael lived. He had thought about phoning to say that he was coming but that could mean that he would have to give a reason for his visit and he did not want to discuss things over the phone. The traffic was light as many folk were making the best of the weather and sitting out in their gardens at home or visiting with friends to enjoy an evening around the barbeque.

Michael lived in an old Edwardian house that had seen better times. Some of the windows had been replaced with modern UPVC frames complete with double-glazing, while others were still the old traditional timber sashes. The overall effect was to give the house a weird lopsided kind of look. As Jack drew up alongside the kerb and parked his car outside the house, he saw that there was a strange car on the driveway. Peter or maybe his parents had a visitor.

Jack rang the doorbell and as he stood on the doorstep, he noticed that the sitting room curtains were closed. He thought that was a little odd as it was still quite light. As there was no answer to his ring, he pressed the bell push a second time, a more prolonged push than at first as he thought that maybe the folk were out back. The curtain twitched and he saw an eye peek out at him. There was a scuffle and after what seemed an age the door opened and Michael peered around it.

“Oh! Hi Jack, it’s you,” Michael blurted out. “You’d better come in. Mum and Dad are away, so I’m on my own.”

Jack followed Michael down the hall and into the kitchen where Michael indicated to him that he should take a seat.

“Won’t be a minute,” Michael said and he went back up the hall. Jack could hear him talking to someone and there were further scuffling sounds before Michael returned.

“I thought you said you were on your own,” Jack observed, wondering whom it could be that his friend had been talking with.

“Well – err – yes I am really. That’s a friend – he’s leaving.” Michael volunteered looking anxiously toward the door. As he sat down on the opposite side of the kitchen table from Jack a young fellow of about eighteen or nineteen shuffled in the doorway. He was dressed in torn jeans that hung low on his hips displaying a band of bare flesh between the top of his exposed underwear and his cropped t-shirt over which he wore a stone washed denim jacket. His dirty blond hair was spiked and his complexion was unhealthily pale.

“I’ll see yah then,” the lad said as he crossed the kitchen and let himself out by the back door.

“Yeah, cheers. Be in touch,” Michael said without getting up casting yet another anxious look in Jack’s direction.

“Who the hell was that?” Jack asked as the door slammed behind the retreating figure.

“That? Oh, that’s Martin - a sort of friend.” Michael replied. “He’s just someone I know – nobody special as such.”

Jack was puzzled, he had seen the fellow somewhere but could not quite remember where, and he was curious that Michael should have him for a friend.

“I think I have seen him around but I did not realise that he was a friend of yours, you’ve never spoken about him,” Jack said. “It’s really none of my business but are you sure about him – he looks the sort that would pocket the family silver before he left the house and you did leave him on his own for a while.”

“Martin’s OK. He looks a bit rough but he’s honest enough, besides there’s not much here that’s worth pinching.” Michael stopped and thought for a while. “I suppose I may as well tell you everything – you won’t be happy until you know.”

“Like I said, it’s none of my business but if you want to talk about – what’s his name – Martin? I’m all ears.” Jack said.

“I met Martin at the snack bar – you know the one, down by the bus station. I sometimes drop in there for a coffee or a sandwich on my way home from college. It’s mainly workers from the building sites and some of the lads from the post office sorting office that get in there. I have seen Martin there fairly often and we got talking. It was one of the builders who made a comment one day when he saw us together; he said that I should watch my arse talking to that queer punk. Martin shouted something back at him – shut your face or words on those lines and the builder started to walk over as though he was going to punch Martin.

I stood up and the builder backed off. I asked Martin what the red neck had meant and he told me that he earned a few pounds from time to time giving blokes blowjobs. He said that as I had saved him from a beating he would give me one for free. We got in my car and found a quiet spot and he did just that. We have indulged ourselves several times since and as I was on my own here, I invited him round. We were getting down to rather more than just blowjobs when you turned up.”

Jack had listened to this with incredulity and by the time Michael had finished his jaw had dropped open. “Aren’t you afraid of catching something – some disease or worse still HIV, if he is a little tart sucking off strangers for a quid a time?” he asked.

Michael shook his head. “We’ve been careful. Martin has had a check up at the hospital and he is clean. I have warned him of the dangers and he has stopped messing around. To tell the truth we have become something of an item. He got himself a job down at the supermarket and no longer needs cash from punters wanting a bit of fast relief.”

“I’m glad to hear that, in fact glad in more than one way. That brings me to the reason for my visit. After our session the other evening when you stopped over, I was concerned that you may have thought that we would continue to meet up as fuck buddies or perhaps more…” Jack said, only to be interrupted by Michael.

“Aw heck no! I’m sorry Jack. I should be straight with you – no pun intended. What I mean is I should tell you the truth – the whole truth. What I told you about my bust up with Louise was not really as it happened. OK so she wanted sex that I could not give her but that was because I had met Martin and we had this thing going. I was not sure that my feelings for Martin were just an aberration or that I was genuinely gay. I had always wondered about your leanings. OK we had been friends for as long as either of us could remember but sex was never something we talked about as such. There were signs as far as you were concerned and I never felt that to be a problem. However, it occurred to me that if I were to have some sexual contact with you, it would confirm to me one way or the other, whether my feelings for Martin did actually go beyond lust.

What with him getting a job and me finishing college in a short while we had talked about getting a place of our own. I'm on a promise of a job with the county library music department when I graduate. Meanwhile, I needed to know whether I could make a commitment with Martin . Thanks to you, I know that I can – I’m in love with Martin. Sounds daft when I say it aloud but we’re great together and it’s not just the sex. I’ve given him some direction in his life. He has settled for a proper job and will no longer drift earning his way as a rent boy. I could go on about his broken family, his deprived background but I won’t bore you. You’re a mate and I’m sorry that I used you as I did.”

Jack hesitated for a while, considering all that Michael had said. “Of course you’re my mate. If you had not used me as you say you did then maybe I wouldn’t have got to where I am now with Peter. We’ve been friendly for a while now but I think we both knew that something was missing. Neither of us was to prepared to approach the gay thing. Your presence the other night broke the ice and for that I owe you. Peter has come out to his father, I have done the same with my parents, and the way things are going it is most probable that we shall move in together before long. It’s this that I came here to tell you. Still friends?”

Michael hugged Jack. “Of course we’re still friends, how could we be otherwise. I’m not saying I will never ever give you another blowjob but for the foreseeable future you will have to take a rain check on that”

Jack laughed, “I’ll hold you to it, but I hope that it will be a very, very long wait, if ever!”

 

[harry113]

Thanks Auto, great chapter.
Things seem to be working out well for all of them.
Is there more?
Harry

 

[Autolycus]

Thanks Auto, great chapter.
Things seem to be working out well for all of them.
Is there more?
Harry

Perhaps things have gone just too well - I am thinking up some kind of minor or even major disaster just to keep the story rolling.