Part Nine
Clifford Williams had a million and one questions to ask the man who claimed to be the son of his long lost girlfriend. In his heart, he knew that Grant had to be his son and he cursed the day that his own father had intervened and made sure that Anne’s separation from him had been final. He was saddened to learn that Grant had had an unhappy childhood in the care of Anne’s biased parents and was not too surprised to learn that Grant had turned to crime like so many other youngsters who had broken or unloving homes. This was something he would have to come to grips with once he had established that Clay was safe and well. Grant’s animosity toward him was very apparent but all the same, he felt himself warming toward this newfound son. The man had something g in his character that reminded him of himself, a certain air of self-confidence and an ability to stand against the world when things got tough.
It was late evening when the Lexus carrying the Senator and Grant pulled into the parking lot at the trailer park. Grant climbed wearily from the large and expensive car and walked over to the office. The receptionist sat with his eyes glued to a tiny TV screen watching yet another repeat of an old movie. He was so engrossed that he was unaware of Grant as he stood at the shoddy desk.
“Hi! I’m looking for my cousin and his companion – I believe that they may be staying here.” Grant said causing the man to jump up from his chair.
“Hell man, you gave me a scare creepin’ up on a feller like that!” The receptionist used a very off-white handkerchief to mop up splashes of beer spilled from the can held in his right hand as he had leapt to his feet. “Dang! You have made me spill half my beer – what did you say you want?”
It was at this point that the Senator walked into the office and addressing Grant, he said, “Well – any luck this time?” They had called at several trailer parks drawing a blank at each one. This was the last park in the vicinity of the coastal town that Grant was sure to have been the one to attract Pace. The receptionist looked over his smeared glasses at the newcomer. “Who is it you are looking for?” he said grudgingly with half an eye on his TV set. He was annoyed at having to miss some of the movie he had been watching so intently. Grant explained that his cousin was a surfer and he and another young man of similar age were probably staying on the site. He gave their names and the receptionist checked his register.
“I guess the pair you’re lookin’ fer checked out jist a few hours ago. They were here, now they’ve gone!” Grant exchanged a look of frustration with the Senator who promptly asked, “Do you have any idea where they may have gone?”
“Like most young dudes that come here I reckon. There’s a couple of queens who live in a villa up on the cliff top overlookin’ the nudist beach. They see some well shaped butts and they coax the owners up to their place. They cost me keep takin’ my customers away like that!”
“How can we get to this place?” Senator Williams demanded.
“Drive north along the cliff road fer some four five hundred yards when you leave here and you’ll see the gate. Yer can’t miss it there’s a sign over it saying ‘Vista Hermosa’, they may well be there.”
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George had insisted that Pace and Clay leave the trailer park and come to stay with him and Frank. “You’ll find it far more congenial and we do like to have young company about us,” he said. “That’s right isn’t it Frank?” His partner nodded his agreement although he had some doubts about the wisdom of having his erstwhile roommate’s son to stay. Clay urged Pace to accept, as he was not overly impressed by the trailer they had hired, a trailer that was pretty basic when all was considered. There was also the attraction of having meals provided, a thought that had not escaped Pace’s mind. So the two friends agreed heartily to accept the invitation and donning their shorts went back to the trailer park to collect their other belongings and to check out after paying the balance they owed for the duration of their short stay.
“I hope those two old queens don’t think we are bait for any shenanigans. I’m not keen on the idea of being some old man’s sex toy,” Cliff said.
“I had a word with Michael after we had lunch. He said that George and Frank just liked to have young men about them and there would be no question of our having to submit ourselves to any sexual advances. He said that they insisted on him walking around in a thong as part of his employment but neither one had ever come on to him.” Pace explained.
“Seems a little too good to be true to me,” Clay responded, “but I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth. It’ll save us some money if we stay with them and I kinda like them.”
So it was that Clay and Pace found themselves set up in a fine guest room with its own splendid bathroom with a large tub with a whirlpool as well as a large shower stall and ‘his and his’ hand basins. Towels, soaps, and other luxury items included – it would be like staying in a top class hotel. Something Clay had experienced but of which Pace had only dreamed. George had told them when to be dressed and ready for dinner and knowing they had some time on their hands they filled the bathtub and climbed into the surging water as it whirled around.
The feeling of the water as it invigorated their bodies added to the sexual tension brought about by their contact as Clay sat between Pace’s outstretched legs. Clay was conscious of Pace’s erection pressing against his back and let out a low moan as Pace reached round to find his own hard cock. Pace worked Clay’s erection firmly in his hand for a time but Clay wanted more so he turned and sat on the end of the bath so that Pace could give him head as he played with his nuts. Once Clay had ejaculated he motioned to Pace to sit up in a similar position and he then took his turn to give head to his partner.
It was while Clay was sucking on Pace’s cock that Michael came into the bathroom, he stood watching the two lovers while stroking on his bulge in the skimpy thong he wore. Soon his dick was too hard and too long to remain in the confines of the small amount of fabric and he rolled the thong down over his thighs allowing his seven-inch cock to spring free.
“Why not come into the tub with us,” Clay suggested holding out a hand to help Michael take up a position between the two of them. Pace and Clay took turns giving Michael head and once he had ejaculated into the foaming water, all three went to the shower to wash off the mixture of soap and cum.
“I had better go now,” Michael said once they had dried themselves. “I have to give cook a hand with dinner but I‘d like to join you later if that’s possible?” Pace and Clay spoke as one and said, “Sure thing – we’ll look forward to that!”
Dinner passed pleasantly, good food and George and Frank proved to be good company. The two older men were excellent hosts. They kept the conversation going with anecdotes about their travels around the world and some of their sexual exploits. Although they were both, keen to point out that they no longer wanted sex for themselves, they were happy to give others like Clay and Pace the opportunity to enjoy some ‘little extras’. By this, they meant from the likes of Michael, who was their latest ‘acquisition’.
It was while the foursome was chatting over an after dinner drink, that there came a pounding on the front door. Michael, who by how was wearing a pair of skin tight black slacks and a white collar with a black bow tie, in much the style of a Chippendale, answered the door.
“Yes gentlemen, how may I help you?” he asked.
“We understand that you may have two visitors - Clay Williams and his cousin Pace visiting here?” enquired Senator who spoke in response to the houseboy.
“Who is it, Michael,” George called out as he made his way to the door to stand behind the youth and look the unexpected visitors up and down with a quizzical eye.
“My name is Clifford Williams, I believe it is possible my son is here.”
“Why yes, he is. Do come in,” George replied leading the Senator and Grant through to where Clay and Pace were sat with Frank.
“Father! What brings you her?” Clay exclaimed, leaping to his feet in surprise.
“You may well ask. I have come to find you as I am concerned for your safety. What are you doing here and who are these people?” Williams demanded.
Frank stood up and extending a hand to the Senator said, “HI! Cliff – long time no see.”
“Do I know you, sir?” the astonished Senator asked looking down at the extended hand but not taking it.
“It’s me, Frank. Surely you remember – your one time roommate from your student days.”
“My God! So it is. Why have you got my son here, what is going on for heaven’s sake?” Williams demanded in his confusion. George who took control of the situation as he calmly explained, “These two young men are our house guests. They joined us for lunch and dinner and we have offered them the benefit of our hospitality for the duration of their stay here by the sea.”
Still puzzled, Williams said, “That does not explain why Clay is here at all, maybe he can account for his presence?”
“Maybe we had all better sit down – can I offer you a drink or something to eat?” George asked acting the part of the perfect host. It was after the Senator and Grant had been supplied with drinks and they were all seated that Clay told his father how he had been picked up and how he had come to the coast with Pace. He waited for an explosion on the part of his father when he admitted to being in love with Pace and that he was gay.
Frank waited to see how his old friend was going to react to that item of news. For his part the senator sat quietly contemplating all he had been told. It was enough to find he had got a son that he never knew existed and now to learn that the son he had raised for the most part of the past two decades was a homosexual was a lot to take in. Finally, it was Frank who spoke, “Don’t treat the boy harshly, I know how I caused grief for a number of people by trying to hide my sexuality by pretending to be something other than what I was.”
“I think that maybe you have a point, Frank,” Clifford said. “For years, I have felt a hatred for gay people because of you but when I really consider things in the light of what has come to pass here tonight, I realize that I have been wrong. It was your deception that I despised - the way you led me to believe you were straight and when you were found otherwise, caused Anne to think that I too was gay. I lost her and only now have I found that she had our son, Grant here.”
Deep inside, William realized that his love for Clay had not diminished because he had come out and admitted that he was gay. He was still the same son he had always loved and admired - nothing could change that. He had every reason to be proud of the fine young man he had become.
Clay looked at his father trying hard to understand what he was saying but it was going to take yet more explanations before he was to learn that Grant was his half brother.
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It was the next morning after Clifford Williams and Grant had returned to the beach villa from their hotel that there was a new understanding between all the participants of the strange events of the past few days. It was agreed that Clay and Pace would stay for the rest of the week with George and Frank. Grant was to return with Clifford who was to set up his newly found son in honest employment. He was also going to finance Pace so that he could go to University. He took a liking to George whom he saw as a kind and generous man and for his sake was prepared to put his animosity toward Frank aside. The two former friends exchanged handshakes and in a final display of forgiveness, Clifford gave Frank a hug.
Michael meanwhile had watched all this from the sidelines and once the house had settled back into something like its normality after the departure of Clifford and Grant, he wondered whether a spot of fun with the two remaining guests was still on the cards. He knocked on their door and was welcomed into the bedroom. Clay and Pace were sat side by side propped up by the pillows on the bed wearing nothing but briefs and t-shirts. They beckoned to Michael to come and sit between them. Together, they eased him out of his clothes and began to kiss and caress him.
First Pace and then Clay took off his t-shirt and kneeling one on either side of Michael got him standing between them. They took turns sucking his hard erect seven-inch penis, taking longer to savor it than they had been able to do when in the bathroom together. As their sex-play continued, Clay donned a condom and as Michael knelt on all fours across the bed, he took him from behind doggy fashion. Michael in his turn took Pace’s cock in his mouth and had the pleasure of being fucked at both ends. The threesome continued to indulge themselves in a variety of combinations long into the night blissfully unaware that they were being observed by a very appreciative audience.
George and Frank had earned their wealth by providing sophisticated surveillance systems and their house was equipped with hidden cameras that enabled them to observe the activities of their ever-changing selection of house-guests. They were a little guilty about their voyeuristic hobby but out of respect for their guests they never, ever recorded them, taking their enjoyment from purely live action.
The End
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