Date: Tue, 31 May 2016 09:17:04 +0100
From: Adam Stewart <stewad18@gmail.com>
Subject: Floating on Air

Floating on Air
By Adam Stewart

1.

Ryan's life had been difficult ever since his father had come out as being
gay. Not that having a gay father bothered him at the time, especially when
he realised he too was gay just three years later but what upset him most
was that his mother had said she wouldn't live with a gay man so told him
to leave. Ryan was ten years old at the time and he could still remember
sitting on his father's knee when he broke the news. "I'm so sorry son but
I've known I was gay since the age of twelve and can't continue to live the
lie any longer but I love you still the same."

He'd not told Ryan that he'd never wanted to get married but family
pressure had been so great that he'd succumbed and married the girl who'd
been presented to him knowing he couldn't admit to his father he was
gay. It was just before homosexuality became legal in England and Ron knew
that his father, who was a traditional man, would have more than likely
killed him rather than admit he had a gay son. A man had to be a man in
those days so anything slightly effeminate was thrashed out of boys like
Ron.

Ron hadn't planned to have children knowing what he was but his wife had
stopped taking the pill without his knowledge within the first few months
of their marriage. He'd been expected to have sex despite not wanting to,
so whenever he did, he imagined it was with one of his many boyfriends.

After the breakup, Ryan continued to live with his mother in Preston and
was allowed limited visits to his father who'd gone to live with his
boyfriend in London. Terry was the same age as Ron and they'd met in a bar
in Preston when he'd been there on business. They soon developed a
relationship and despite the number of miles between them they kept it
going for two years before Ron was told by his wife to get out so they
decided to live together. Ryan always enjoyed his short visits to his dad
in London and was always sorry when they ended. Terry was a lovely guy and
treated Ryan like a son. He was good fun and Ryan could see that his dad
was so much happier even though his father had disowned him due to his
sexuality.

His relationship with his mother slowly deteriorated as the years went by
and when he announced at the age of fourteen that he liked dancing and
wanted to join the local ballet class she hit the roof. Like her father
in-law, she too expected a man to be a man so ballet was definitely out of
the question. But Ryan was a determined young man so defied his mother and
joined anyway using his pocket money to pay for the classes. Within no
time, Mrs Palmer the local ballet teacher, recognised Ryan's potential and
encouraged him. It was a struggle for both of them knowing they had to keep
it secret from Ryan's mother but somehow they did. Having been used to
teaching girls who were neither talented nor that interested, finding a
student like Ryan made it all worthwhile.

"You really are good" she told him one day, "you could become a
professional ballet dancer if you wanted to; mind, it would be hard work
but if you put your mind to it and worked hard, you could achieve the
grade."

"Don't be daft Miss, I'd never be able to do that."

"Why not? You've got the talent and the determination."

"Mum would never allow it; besides, I don't have any money and she
certainly wouldn't give me any."

"You've got to think positive Ryan; just think of how much you've learnt in
a relatively short space of time because you were determined to do
it. You'll be fifteen in two months so you could get a place in the Royal
Ballet School if you passed their audition. Why did you want to do ballet
in the first place?"

"I like the music and the movement; it makes me feel good inside and
carries me away from the miserable life I have at home."

Mrs Palmer smiled. Just hearing those words filled her heart and was even
more determined to persuade her star pupil to go further. In all the years
she'd taught ballet she'd never come across a young man as talented as
Ryan. When she was his age, she'd dreamt of being a professional dancer but
nobody had encouraged her so the dream never materialised.

"Have a think about it Ryan" she said and placed an arm round his shoulder.

"Where is the Royal Ballet School, Miss?"

She smiled. "In London; didn't you say your dad lived in London?" Ryan
nodded, wondering whether he could achieve his dream to dance for a
living. "Would your dad support you do you think?"

"Yeah, he would" he replied sure that his dad and Terry would, and it would
mean he could live with them instead of with his mother."

"Think about it and let me know next time we meet."

Ryan said he would and made his way home with his dance slippers hidden in
his bag so his mother wouldn't see them. As usual his mother ignored him
when he arrived, not interested in what her only son had done at school or
where he'd been since the school day ended, but his grandmother always
welcomed him and asked what he'd been up to. He liked his granny who was
his father's mother and nothing like the man who'd disowned his son when he
announced he was gay. When the breakup of his parents occurred, Ryan's
mother could no longer afford the rent on the house they used to live in so
they'd moved into the house owned by his grandparents. His grandfather,
Ron's father, had died two years ago so it was just the three of them
now. Granny was a sweet old lady, now in her eighties, and spent most of
her time sitting in her favourite chair watching the world go by. Ryan had
wanted to tell her about his ballet lessons but didn't dare in case she let
it slip and his mother found out.

"Hello my little Ryan, have you had a nice day at school?"

"Yes thank you, granny; can I get you anything?"

"No thank you pet but thanks for offering."

It was much the same conversation everyday but Ryan didn't mind; at least
he gran acknowledged him, which was more than he could say for his
miserable mother. He went upstairs to his room, locked the door and
undressed out of his school uniform. Once down to his briefs he lay back on
the bed and smiled. The briefs were skimpy and another bone of contention
with his mother because she considered them obscene and refused to launder
them so he washed them himself. He thought about what Mrs Palmer had said
and imagined being a professional dancer. The more he thought about it, the
more he liked the idea so he grabbed the small laptop computer his dad had
given him for his fourteenth birthday and sent an email to him.

His dad already knew about his love of dancing and that he was attending
ballet lessons with Mrs Palmer so he related what she'd told him about how
good he was and doing an audition for the Royal Ballet School. Whilst he
waited for a reply, he watched gay porn. He knew he shouldn't since he was
underage but he'd heard other boys say they'd watched free porn on their
computers, although he doubted they'd been referring to gay porn. By the
time he heard his email account ping, indicating the arrival of a new
email, he'd removed his briefs and was massaging his erection.

He stopped watching the porn and opened his dad's reply. "I think it's an
excellent idea; you should definitely go for it. I'm sure you'd be
successful and make an excellent dancer. The Royal Ballet School is based
in London so you could live with me and Terry. Go for it son and don't let
your mother stop you. I'm very proud of you and so is Terry. Love Dad xx."

Ryan read the email over again and felt tears in his eyes. He so missed his
dad and his visits to see him were far too few but his mother wouldn't
allow him to visit more often. "What she'll say when she finds out, fuck
knows", he laughed.

"Where are you?" he heard his mother shout, "your meal is ready". He
hastily dressed and went downstairs. His gran was already sitting at the
table and smiled at him. He smiled back and winked which was their secret
language.

Once the meal was over and he'd helped wash up the dishes as usual, he
returned to his bedroom. He locked the door, stripped off again and logged
onto the gay porn he'd been watching earlier. As he watched a guy fucking
another, he wanked himself off trying to imagine what it must feel like to
have another guy's dick inside him or have his inside another guy. When
he'd reached his climax and shot his load of cum over his belly, he
compared his erection against the guy's on screen. "Not bad" he giggled, "I
reckon I'm almost as big as your long dick".


The next day after school, he told Mrs Palmer he'd like to apply for an
audition at the Royal Ballet School and that his father supported him.

"That's brilliant news Ryan; I assume your mother doesn't know." Ryan shook
his head and said he'd deal with her if his application was accepted. "You
do realise it will need dedication and a lot of hard work." He again nodded
and said he was determined to achieve his dream. "Come on then, we'd better
get down to work; there's a lot to do" Mrs Palmer grinned. She still
couldn't believe she was now coaching a pupil for an audition at the Royal
Ballet School and it brought back memories of her dream which never
materialised.


A week later, Mrs Palmer gave him a letter when he arrived for his
tuition. They'd agreed to use her address for any correspondence to avoid
Ryan's mother finding out and possibly destroying the letter before her son
saw it. Ryan excitedly ripped it open and read the contents. He
gasped. "I've been invited to an audition in two months' time." Mrs Palmer
was ecstatic even though she'd have been surprised if the RBS hadn't
offered him one after the glowing reference she'd given in the covering
letter she'd included with Ryan's application.

"That's wonderful news Ryan; congratulations" she replied and gave Ryan a
big hug. He so seldom received hugs from anyone that he was taken aback but
enjoyed it and wrapped his arms round her waist. She'd never had children
having lost her first child before it was born and wasn't able to conceive
after that which is why she enjoyed teaching children. "We've got a lot of
work to do between now and then so we'd better get on" she suddenly laughed
before giving him a kiss on his forehead.


When he got home after a demanding session with Mrs Palmer, he went
straight to his bedroom, locked the door, stripped off his school uniform
and emailed his dad. "I've got an audition" he typed excitedly, "it's in
two months' time but what about mum. She'll go ape when she finds out."

Whilst he waited for a reply, he stood naked in front of his mirror and
performed pirouettes to practice what he'd been doing with Mrs Palmer. He
giggled as he saw his dick swing around but the more he performed, the
better he became. He then practiced a plie and as he did so, heard the ping
of an email arriving on his laptop. He rushed to it and read his dad's
response. "Great news son; I'm so proud of you. Just make sure you work
hard with Mrs Palmer, but I'm sure you will. Leave your mother to me. I'll
tell her nearer the time and I'll speak to your headmaster about having two
days off school."

The two months seemed to fly by. Every day after school, Ryan went to Mrs
Palmer for a private lesson. At the weekend he'd practice as best he could
in his bedroom, often naked in front of the mirror to admire his developing
body. His dad had emailed to tell him to pack an overnight bag without his
mother seeing and take it to Mrs Palmer on the Wednesday morning before he
went to school. Since his mother showed no interest in what he was doing
that wasn't a problem. His father's plan was to drive to Preston and
collect him from Mrs Palmer's house after school, having on the way dropped
off a letter for his mother explaining that he was taking Ryan to London.

"Have you told mum why I'm going to London?" Ryan asked as soon as he'd
hugged and kissed his father.

His father smiled and said he'd given her a letter saying he was taking him
to London to celebrate his fifteenth birthday. What he'd in fact said was
"Since you never do anything to celebrate Ryan's birthday I've taken him to
London as it's his fifteenth tomorrow. Terry and I have a special treat for
him and knowing how difficult you always are when trying to arrange for him
to see his father I decided I had to make these arrangements without
consulting you. I'm sorry, but your attitude towards me and your son has
forced me to take this action. I can understand your anger with me, despite
it now being five years, but I fail to understand why you treat Ryan the
way you do. He'll be returning by train on Sunday afternoon."

When his ex-wife read the letter she ranted and raved much to the amusement
of the older Mrs Fox who secretly congratulated her son for standing up to
his ex-wife for once.

"So she doesn't know anything about the audition."

"No son, she doesn't; let's wait and see how that goes before telling her
about your dream to become a professional dancer." Whilst waiting for Ryan
to arrive from school, Ron and Mrs Palmer had discussed how they'd tackle
matters once the RBS had offered Ryan a place, assuming that he did.

"I'd be very surprised if they didn't" she commented, "you really have an
exceptional son Mr Fox; I've never seen a young person with so much natural
talent."

It took four hours to drive back to London down the motorway but Ryan
enjoyed the company of his father and so wished he could live with him
instead of his mother. When they arrived in Hampstead where Ron and Terry
owned a smart three-bedroom apartment, Terry welcomed Ryan with open
arms. The two of them had done well since living together by setting up a
successful estate agency business. Both were good businessmen and Terry's
previous sales experience had been an asset. That evening they enjoyed a
lovely time together and by the time Ryan went to bed he felt fully relaxed
and ready for the audition the following morning.

The audition was being held at the Royal Ballet School in Covent Garden at
eleven in the morning so there was plenty of time for Ron and Terry to have
a birthday breakfast with Ryan before they left.

"Happy birthday son" Ron said as he gave him his present and birthday card.

"Thanks dad" Ryan replied with tears in his eyes as he kissed his father.

"And a very happy birthday from me too Ryan on this special day" Terry said
as he gave him another beautifully wrapped present. Ryan thanked him in the
same way before sitting down to open his card and presents. The card was
from both of them said `Happy Birthday and we wish you every success with
your audition'. It was signed `with all our love Dad and Terry xx'.

"Thank you" Ryan managed to say with a lump in his throat. His previous
birthdays since his parents had divorced had been nothing like this. He
picked up the present from his dad and when he opened it, his heart missed
a beat. It was the latest iPhone. "Thanks dad" he cried with tears running
down his face as he jumped up to give his father a big kiss and a hug.

"It's on a monthly contract which I'm paying until you can afford to take
it over yourself" his father added which resulted in another big kiss
because Ryan knew how much they cost. He'd dreamt of owning his own phone
and now he did.

He then opened Terry's present and that was a leather cover for the phone
plus a music CD of classical ballet music. "Thank you" he managed to say
without bursting into tears.

"And this is from your grandma; she asked me to give it to you when I went
to the house yesterday." Ryan opened the envelope and inside there was a
birthday card wishing him a happy birthday and some money with a note
saying `for you to buy a present of your choosing'. With the cards and
presents opened they settled down to breakfast. Nobody commented on the
absence of anything from Ryan's mother.

When they arrived at the premises of the RBS in Covent Garden, Ryan was
feeling both excited and nervous as the receptionist told them where to
report to register their arrival. With that done, Ryan was shown where to
change before re-joining his dad in a waiting room. A girl, who was younger
than Ryan, was sitting with her mother looking very nervous. She scowled at
Ryan which amused him so he smiled back and her mother responded with a
similar smile. Ten minutes later, the girl was called in leaving her mother
in the waiting room.

"I thought there'd be more for this audition" the mother said to Ron.

"I understand the main auditions took place earlier this week" he
replied. The mother nodded and sat back to wait.

Fifteen minutes later the young girl returned. She had tears in her eyes
and was clearly not happy. The lady who'd registered them asked Ryan to go
with her and told the girl to change out of her ballet clothes. Ryan's
heart was now beating at a rate of knots. When the woman returned to the
waiting room, she gave the mother still sitting there a piece of paper. "Oh
dear" she said as she read the note, "we're going to have tears; I didn't
think she'd be accepted. Their standard is very high" she commented to Ron.

"Hello Ryan, come on in and stand by the bar please" the chairman of the
audition panel told him. As he held the bar having adopted the standard
ballet pose, he took three deep breaths as Mrs Palmer had taught him. "If
you could do two pirouettes for us please." Ryan did so, relieved that he'd
practiced them in front of his mirror on countless occasions as well as
with Mrs Palmer. "Now a plie, if you would please." Again, Ryan followed
the instruction and was satisfied with his effort. After he'd completed a
few more movements as requested, he was asked to dance his prepared
piece. He'd chosen a two-minute piece from Swan Lake which was his
favourite. When the music started, he sprang into action forgetting that he
was in front of a panel of experts which was what Mrs Palmer had told him.

"Well done Ryan; that was beautifully performed" the chairman said when
he'd finished. "Tell me, what made you want to take up ballet?"

Ryan thought for a moment gathering his thoughts. "I love music and I love
dance. When I hear music I automatically want to dance" he replied, hoping
he'd said enough.

"And what do you feel when you dance?" an older lady on the panel
asked. She had pure white hair and had been a professional dancer in her
earlier years.

Ryan smiled. "I feel I'm floating on air and all my troubles dissolve
away. The music flows through my body and takes me over."

"Thank you" the lady smiled, clearly impressed.

"Thank you Ryan; if you'd go and change and then we'll call you back with
your father to ask a few more questions."

A few minutes later, Ryan re-joined his father in the waiting area. "So,
how did it go?"

"Okay I think although I know I made a small mistake in the piece I danced
but it wasn't that noticeable. They want to see both of us next to ask more
questions."

Ron hugged his son knowing that meant the panel were impressed having seen
what happened to the other girl. A few minutes later, the registration lady
asked them to go back in. Two chairs had been placed before the panel and
they were asked to sit. Ron was feeling more nervous than his son.

"First of all Ryan, the panel were impressed with your audition so
congratulations. Secondly, we note it's your birthday today, so please
accept our best wishes for a happy day" the chairman said. Ryan smiled and
thanked him. "Mr Fox; are you a fan of ballet or modern dance?"

"Um, yes; my partner and I often go to see ballet and modern dance."

"And are you supportive of your son's interest in ballet and modern dance?"

"Absolutely; my partner and I are one hundred percent behind him and
prepared to support him in whatever way we can. I should explain that I'm
divorced from Ryan's mother who takes no interest in his wellbeing but if
he were successful with his application then he'd move to London and live
with us."

"Ah, so does that explain why the correspondence address is care of Mrs
Palmer who I believe is Ryan's current teacher?"

Ron said it did and was to avoid Ryan's mother from interfering. The
chairman then asked Ryan what his feelings were about leaving Preston and
moving to London.

"I can't wait to move to London and get away from my mother's negative
attitude. I love dancing and want to make it my career."

The chairman smiled and asked whether Ryan would be available to commence
classes with effect from the beginning of the summer term should he be
successful since the spring term was ending shortly. Ryan looked at his dad
who said he was sure his current headmaster would release him knowing the
situation. With that, the chairman said the panel would make their final
decision and write to Ryan within a week. He thanked both of them for
attending and they left. Ron had no doubt in his mind that an offer would
soon be on its way.

"A remarkable young man" one of the panel remarked once father and son had
left them. The others agreed and the chairman said "He has amazing talent".

Once home, Ryan called Mrs Palmer to say how he'd got on. When she heard
the full story, she too was certain an offer would be on its way in due
course. That evening, Ron and Terry took Ryan out for a special meal to
celebrate his birthday. "Here's to a future professional dancer" Terry said
as he held up his glass of wine.

"And you guys are okay about me living with you?" Ryan asked.

"Of course we are" Ron replied and Terry concurred although they all knew
that for the first year, Ryan would board at the RBS training school based
at White Lodge in Richmond Park so would only be living with them during
holiday periods. Once he'd left Preston he had no intention of returning
whatever happened.

When they returned home after an enjoyable time out, Ryan said there was
something he needed to tell him and Terry. Both guys looked at him
expectantly and he composed himself before saying what he'd rehearsed for
most of the time they'd been out.

"I've decided I'm gay" he finally blurted out. The two older men smiled and
Ron put his arm round his son.

"We worked that out long ago" he giggled "but are you comfortable with it?"

Ryan said he was and had no problems with his sexuality although he'd so
far kept it to himself. "Do you reckon mum knows?"

Ron laughed and said he doubted she did, knowing the lack of interest she
took in her son. Terry agreed from the little he knew of the woman and
welcomed Ryan into the gay world. "Three poofs and piano living together"
Terry laughed since Ron loved playing the instrument which was probably
where Ryan had got his interest in music from.

After they'd all gone to bed that night, Ryan hugged himself as he admired
his naked body in front of the full length mirror. He then heard movement
from the room next to his which was where his dad and Terry slept. Ryan
could hear groans and moans through the wall as he pressed his ear against
it.

"Oh yeah, fuck me" Terry said and Ryan imagined his dad's stiff dick
entering his lover just like he'd seen in porn. His own cock immediately
reacted and he began massaging it. The groans of pleasure continued as Ron
fucked Terry and Ryan's erection was being massaged to its conclusion. He
then heard a muted "Ah" and giggled guessing that his dad had reached his
climax. He wanked himself harder and was soon doing the same all over the
floor. When he'd come down from his high, he grabbed a tissue and wiped up
the mess before getting into bed. He couldn't wait to move to London.


2.

Within a week, Ryan received the letter he'd been waiting for, and Mrs
Palmer waited with baited breath as he opened it. As soon as she saw the
big smile on his face, she knew it was good news. He'd been invited to
commence in two weeks' time. Using his new mobile phone, he immediately
called his dad to tell him the news and he said he'd travel to Preston at
the weekend to speak to his mother.

"What the fuck does he want" his mother commented after receiving a call
from Ron to say he needed to speak to her about something important on the
Saturday. Ryan could hardly keep his excitement under control over the next
three days before his dad arrived at midday.

"I suggest we all sit down" Ron said "I need to tell you something about
Ryan". Ryan's mother glared at her son and then his father as she sat down
opposite them. Ron's mother also sat up, keen to hear what the family
meeting was all about. Ron then announced that Ryan had been attending
ballet classes for several months and his teacher had said he had great
talent so had applied to the Royal Ballet School for an audition. That had
taken place a week ago and as they too had recognised his potential they'd
offered him a place.

"What the fuck does he want to do ballet for?" she exclaimed.

"I told you before, but you wouldn't listen" Ryan replied, "I love music
and I love dance; I want to be a professional dancer."

His mother glared at him having realised he and her ex had gone behind her
back.

"I wanted to be a professional ballet dancer" the older Mrs Fox piped up
from the corner, "but nobody would support me, so congratulations Ryan, I'm
proud of you."

"Shut the fuck up; stupid woman" Ryan's mother shouted.

Ron bristled and told his ex-wife not to speak to his mother like
that. "Kindly remember this is her house and you're living here at her
invitation otherwise you'll be out on your ear and homeless again."

Ryan glanced at his mother knowing she'd not like being reminded of that
fact. She glared at Ron and then looked at Ryan. "Only poofs become ballet
dancers; are you one?"

"Yes, I am gay" Ryan replied with pride "and for your information, not only
gay men become professional dancers but I don't care what you think."

Ron smiled to himself, proud of the way his son stood up to his mother. The
older Mrs Fox also smiled and said she'd identified young Ryan's sexuality
a while ago in the same way as she'd recognised her own son's before he
made the big announcement which caused her homophobic husband to react the
way he did. Ron and Ryan smiled at her, grateful for her support.

"I don't care a fuck what any of you say; I'm not having a poof and a
ballet dancer living with me" Ryan's mother announced.

Ron had guessed this would be her reaction which played right into his
hands. He told Ryan to go and pack up his things because he'd be returning
to London with him that day. Ryan gasped not expecting things to move so
quickly so shot up and ran upstairs. He'd already decided what he'd take
when the time came so it didn't take him long to pack up.

"And what about his education?" his mother asked.

"All taken care of" Ron smiled, "he will continue his basic education at
the RBS along with his dance lessons and I've already spoken to his
headmaster who's agreed to release him immediately."

She again glared at him knowing she was beaten so got up and proceeded to
the kitchen. As she went she muttered "I shall be glad to see the back of
him; he's welcome to join you perverts".

Ron was tempted to reply but decided not to; instead he looked at his
mother and asked if she was okay. "You don't have to put up with her you
know; she's got no right to live here."

"I know but she cooks my meals, does the shopping and the washing."

"You could always sell the house and move into supported accommodation."

She nodded and said she'd thought of doing that but at the moment she could
control the woman who had a big chip on her shoulder. Ron gave her a big
hug and told her to let him know if she changed her mind. He then went up
to Ryan's room to help him pack.

"I'm sorry about that son" he said as he walked in.

"It's okay dad; I'm used to her ranting but I can't wait to leave so thanks
for everything." Father and son hugged for a moment before finishing the
task in hand. When everything had been packed, Ron took it to the car
whilst Ryan said goodbye to his granny. It was an emotional parting as she
wished her grandson all the best. He then called out "Bye mum" but she
ignored him. He looked at his granny and she raised her eyebrows in disgust
so he walked out of the house knowing he'd never return.


Ryan enjoyed the few days he spent with Terry and his dad, and he heard
them at it again several nights running. Each time he'd lie on his own bed
stark naked and wank off to sounds of sexual pleasure coming from the
bedroom next door.

A week after he'd moved to London it was time to start at his new
school. He was really excited about it and looked forward to being a
boarder for the next year and a bit. Once his dad had helped him in with
his things, they kissed and hugged before he departed telling his son to
keep in contact. When he'd left, another boy appeared in the room. "Hi, I'm
Michael and we're going to be roommates along with Sven who'll be sharing
with us. The other boy who shared with us has left; he wasn't very good so
he's given up."

Ryan introduced himself and immediately liked Michael who was also
fifteen. He had camp mannerisms so he guessed he too was gay.

"You'll like Sven, he's real cute but sadly not gay like me" Michael said,
looking for a reaction from Ryan.

"I am too; so is my dad."

"That's so cool; my parents just about accept my sexuality but having a gay
dad must be great."

By the time Sven arrived, Michael and Ryan were really hitting it off. As
Michael had said, the other fifteen-year-old was cute with fair
hair. Michael introduced Ryan and announced that he too was gay. "Okay, no
problem; I have several gay friends and we've got on well haven't we
Michael."

Ryan asked how long they'd been at the school and they both said they'd
started at age fourteen.


Ryan loved his time at the school and was soon noticed by the teachers as
having exceptional talent. During their time together, he and Michael
became very close friends. In fact, they became lovers although neither
actually told the other how they felt and were never apart. Ryan visited
Michael's parents for a few days during one holiday and Michael spent a few
days at Ron and Terry's apartment. Having noticed the love between the two
boys, they said they could sleep together but all they did sexually was
bring each other off.

Finally, their time at White Lodge was over so Ryan and Michael began their
final three years at the training school in Covent Garden; Sven having
decided not to continue. By now, Ryan was the top student and Michael was
proud to be his friend. They were now sixteen and had declared their love
for each other. Michael lived with his parents and Ryan with his dad and
Terry but they spent holidays together whenever they could.

"You love him very much don't you" his dad said to Ryan one day. Ryan
nodded feeling a lump in his throat as he thought of Michael. "I'm very
happy for you, son; there's nothing like true love."


Soon after they were both eighteen, Michael's parents announced they were
moving to America because of his father's job. Michael was horrified
knowing he'd have to find somewhere to live and a job to pay for it since
his parents weren't fully behind his training as a dancer.

"I've no idea what I'm going to do" he told Ryan tearfully, "I so don't
want to give up my training".

"You could come and live with me" Ryan replied, "I'm sure Ryan and Terry
would agree".

Michael threw his arms round the guy he loved so much and they kissed. Ryan
said he'd speak to Terry and his dad that evening. As he expected, both Ron
and Terry agreed so Michael moved in.

"We're moving you to the larger bedroom at the back" Ron said when the two
lads arrived with Michael's belongings, "we decided we didn't want to
listen to you guys humping all night" he grinned.

Ryan laughed, remembering how many times he'd heard the older guys
humping. "Great, that means we can make as much noise as these two guys"
Ryan joked with Michael who went puce red as he wasn't used to such
openness. Although his parents had appeared to accept his sexuality, they
certainly didn't embrace it like Ryan's father.

With everything moved and Michael's possessions in place, Ryan pulled him
into a kiss. It became intense and both guys felt their bodies react. Ryan
pulled Michael up close to him and felt his erection pressing against
his. "I'm tempted to take you to bed and fuck you" he whispered.

"Behave yourself" Michael giggled, imagining what it would feel like to
have Ryan's cock inside him. That night, they made proper love for the
first time so he found out.

"I want to fuck you" Ryan whispered.

"You may, if I can fuck your afterwards" Michael giggled.

"You're on; from behind or on your back?"

"Definitely on my back" Michael grinned, "I want to see your face as you do
it".

Having slowly undressed each other between kisses and fumbling to feel each
other's erection, Michael lay back on the bed and watched Ryan prepare
himself. "You're really big" he commented as he looked at Ryan's long thick
cock.

"Do you reckon you can take it?" Ryan giggled.

"Of course" Michael replied indignantly but secretly he was wondering
whether he could. With preparations made, Ryan knelt between Michael's legs
and lifted them over his chest to expose what he now wanted. He first
fingered it and watched Michael close his eyes and sigh with pleasure as
the fingers gently moved across his sensitive entrance. Ryan lubricated his
thick shaft and gently pressed the head of his cock up against the
entrance. He'd watched loads of gay porn and seen guys do it, often with
Michael during the past year or so, but now he was about to actually do the
deed, he was worried that he would hurt his lover. Michael, having read
about gay sex, immediately relaxed as the large head breached him and
within seconds it was through and he could see the long thick shaft slowly
disappearing.

"Ah yes" Ryan exhaled and Michael did the same. The feel of his cock inside
another guy was totally different to what he'd expected. "This is just
beautiful" he muttered, slowly moving in and out and keeping an eye on
Michael afraid he was going to hurt him but Michael had his eyes closed and
was clearly enjoying it.

Gradually Ryan increased the pace and Michael let out moans and groans of
pleasure. "Fuck, it's awesome" he managed to say.

Both lost all track of time but eventually, Ryan could feel his body rise
to that moment when he knew there was nothing he could do to stop his seed
spewing out inside the latex. "Ah" Ryan called out not worrying that his
dad or Terry might hear. His climax erupted and he thrust back and forth
several times until he was spent. When he was, he collapsed on top of
Michael and they kissed passionately. "I love you so much" Ryan managed to
say when the kiss ended.

"I love you too; I want to be with you forever" Michael replied.

After a few minutes of rest, they changed places and Ryan lay back on the
bed ready to be fucked by Michael. This time, Ryan watched Michael prepare
his not insignificant cock and eventually press it inside him. It felt just
as good being fucked as it did doing it, so he decided there and then that
he wanted it both ways and so did Michael.


Being a Sunday the following morning, neither rushed up so they enjoyed
each other again. Just when both had been satisfied, Terry knocked on the
door. He looked at the two naked lads still sprawled on the bed and grinned
guessing they'd been at it just as he and Ron had been. It was the first
time he'd seen Michael completely naked and for a moment he admired the two
eighteen year-olds. There was a policy that anyone could wander round naked
it they wished and he and Ron did it often as had Ryan so they were all
used to each other's bodies.

"Breakfast will be ready in fifteen minutes so I suggest you guys have a
quick shower together."

The two lads grinned and immediately shot up to go to the bathroom which
contained a large shower cubicle large enough for two. Ron and Terry
frequently showered together, enjoying the closeness of their nakedness and
Ryan and Michael soon did the same.


3.

When Michael told his parents that he was moving in with Ryan, they hadn't
taken it well for some reason. Although they'd appeared to accept his
sexuality when he'd come out, they'd never embraced it or wanted to speak
to him about his feelings. As a result, the issue had been pushed to one
side, yet they'd agreed to Ryan spending a few days at their house during
their first summer holiday together, albeit in a separate room to
Michael's. When he'd announced that Ryan had invited him to live with him
and his dad, they'd asked about the sleeping arrangements. Having explained
they were boyfriends and would be sleeping together they asked whether
Ryan's father was happy about that.

"Of course he is" Michael laughed, "he's also gay and lives with his gay
partner".

"You mean all four of you are gay" his mother exclaimed. "I'm not sure this
is right."

Michael almost choked with anger hardly believing what he was hearing. "So
it's okay for you and dad to fuck off to America and leave me stranded with
nowhere to live and no money to rent somewhere to live but it's not okay
for someone I love to offer me a home and whose father is gay and welcomes
me" he shouted and stomped off to his room. The atmosphere whilst he packed
his personal things didn't improve so when he was done he'd called Ryan to
see if his dad was able to collect him. Ron did so immediately and Michael
moved into his new home leaving bad feelings between him and his parents.

"I still can't believe their reaction" he commented at breakfast that first
morning having still not heard from his parents with any word of
apology. "If they think I'm going to contact them they're going to wait
forever."

Terry smiled and patted his hand. "That's homophobic parents for you; Ryan
is lucky having a gay dad but his mother is just the same as yours."

"Sadly it's true Michael; us gays are a minority so we have to stand
together; welcome to the club my friend" Ron smiled "but you're welcome
here so try and forget it".

Michael knew Ron was right but it had upset him. He felt his relationship
with his parents had taken a big step backwards. He was also concerned
about his younger brother, who was now fifteen and had indicated to Michael
in confidence that he felt he too was gay. He'd been told he had to move to
America with his parents and had no choice in the matter. "I feel so sorry
for him because now he's seen the attitude of our parents towards my
sexuality, he's not going to want to admit he's gay."

"I'm sorry my love; we must support him in whatever way we can" Ryan
replied and put an arm round his lover.

"He's more than welcome to visit you here" Ron said which caused tears in
Michael's eyes. He was so lucky to have found such wonderful guys.


Their training went well and they enjoyed every moment at the Royal Ballet
School. Ryan was still considered a star pupil but Michael didn't mind. He
knew he was nowhere near his standard but he enjoyed being beside him, and
of course he loved him. When they weren't studying, they went to the gay
bars and cubs; they had a wonderful time being free and being gay. They'd
go home and have the most wonderful sex which got better and better. At one
club they met a group of guys who were great fun. They were all on drugs
which Ryan and Michael always declined knowing the likely effect it would
have on them but they enjoyed their company.

Samuel, who was twenty-one and had the most beautiful black body, invited
them to a private party the following weekend. "They'll be nine of us with
you guys; you will come won't you; it'll be a laugh."

Ryan and Michael said they'd love to go; they enjoyed Samuel's company and
that of his friends even though most of the time they were high on drugs.

"By the way" Samuel grinned, "it's an underwear party which if you've not
been to one before means..."

"Everyone only wears underwear" Ryan grinned interrupting.

"All of us will only be wearing G strings but it's up to you guys. When you
arrive, you strip down to your choice of underwear although most often
that's also discarded as the party progresses. Expect it to be a wild
party" Samuel laughed.

"Sounds great" Michael laughed, "count us in".

Ryan looked at him and grinned; he hadn't expected his boyfriend to be into
wild parties. "But no drugs for us; we've got dancing careers to consider."

Samuel said that was their choice and wouldn't be under any pressure to do
drugs.


The party was the following Friday evening and would continue into the
early hours of the Saturday morning. During the week, Ryan had taken
Michael to a gay sex shop in Soho and they'd purchased two net G strings
which hid nothing but was very erotic. They gave Ryan's dad the address of
the house in Spitalfields but didn't tell him it was an underwear party or
that they'd bought sexy G strings.

Samuel had told them to arrive around eight that evening and when they
arrived they were ushered into a room to strip off down to their G
strings. The house was owned by two older guys who were in their early
thirties. When Ryan and Michael walked into the large living room where the
action was going to take place, all the other guys stopped what they were
doing and admired the new arrivals.

"Fuck; you guys look so sexy in those" Samuel shrieked and introduced the
guys to everyone else. They were the youngest as the other guests were all
in their early twenties so everyone took great interest.

It wasn't long before stiff cocks were beginning to poke their heads out of
G strings so those guys were told to remove them completely. Once several
guys had stiff cocks waving around, the others soon had theirs sticking out
of their G strings. When all nine guys were stark naked, the real action
started to take place. The drugs were doing the rounds but the younger guys
declined although they did participate in some poppers whilst guys were
having a good suck of their cocks.

"It's time I tried this for size" Samuel giggled and knelt across Ryan's
legs as he sat on one of the large sofas. The hosts had placed condoms,
lube and bottles of poppers round the room so Samuel grabbed what he
wanted, prepared Ryan's stiff cock and then lowered himself onto it. As he
slowly rode it up and down, he kissed Ryan fully on the lips. Ryan glanced
across the room to where Michael was sitting and smiled when he saw he too
was being given similar treatment. "Yeah, that big cock feels fucking good"
Samuel groaned.

Nobody wanted to reach their climax too early so once it was near, the
action stopped and something else would take place. One guy who was high on
drugs, spent most of the time draped over the end of a sofa offering his
arse to whoever wanted so each of the others would stuff their stiff cock
up it and give him a good hard fuck before moving on.

Every so often, the hosts would appear with trays of food and the action
would stop whilst they ate and drank. Things continued well into the early
hours and around three in the morning, two couples left leaving the two
hosts, Samuel and the two younger guys.

"I take it you guys are not planning to go home yet" Samuel grinned. Ryan
and Michael shook their head having told Ron and Terry they didn't expect
to be home until lunchtime or after on the Saturday. "Great; in that case
let's go to bed."

Ryan looked at the hosts and they said "Go ahead; Samuel knows which room
you can use; he's a regular here" so Samuel led them upstairs into a room
with a large double bed.

"Thought we could have a threesome before we get some shut eye" Samuel
grinned. Ryan and Michael were up for that so the three clambered on the
bed and had fun. Over the next hour they each fucked one another but this
time they continued until they'd climaxed. Whilst one fucked, the other
would suck the guy being fucked so everyone was happy.

Finally, they settled down to sleep with Samuel in the middle and the other
two pressed up against him. Samuel loved threesomes like this which was one
of the reasons why he'd invited the two eighteen-year-olds.

They woke late morning with three erections needing attention. Samuel laid
back and began massaging his own enormous black cock whilst the other two
guys knelt either side of him to do the same. It didn't take long for three
loads of white creamy cum to shoot over his belly. They all giggled and
Michael dipped his finger into the pool and mixed it together.

"I hope you're gonna clear that up" Samuel laughed so Ryan grabbed a tissue
and performed the deed.


Samuel became a close friend of the two younger guys and sometimes stayed
with them. Each time they'd sleep together which always amused Ron and
Terry. As with the others, he wasn't bothered about showing off his naked
body so would often walk round the apartment with everything on view. Ron
and Terry loved seeing Samuel's gorgeous black body and frequently imagined
having him in bed with them.

At the end of the final year of training, it was customary for the students
about to leave to put on a performance. For Ryan and Michael's final year,
it was decided to perform Sleeping Beauty with Ryan playing the principal
part of the prince. Ron invited his mother to attend and arranged for a
private car to bring her to London and stay overnight with them. He also
invited Ryan's mother but she refused to go, so it was the last time they
ever spoke to each other. Michael was one of the supporting dancers so
invited his parents to attend but they also declined so he invited Peter,
his younger brother who jumped at the offer, especially since Ron had
agreed to pay his fare. He too would be staying at the apartment and since
the older Mrs Fox would be using the guestroom, he'd agreed to sleep with
Ryan and Michael.

Those going to watch were excited when the day finally arrived but Ryan and
Michael were nervous. It was their first major performance in front of an
audience. They needn't have been because everything went perfectly and
Ryan's performance had the audience in raptures. He received a standing
ovation at the end which he found overwhelming. What he didn't know at the
time, was that a guy in the audience was a scout for a well-known all-male
ballet company. As soon as the performance was over, he went backstage to
find Ryan.

"You were magnificent; here's my card; give me a call because I'm sure we
could use your talent."

Ryan glanced at the business card and felt his heart stop. He and Michael
had been to see some of this company's productions and they were very good
and well respected. He'd never imagined he'd be talent spotted by such a
prestigious company.

"You're remarkable, that's why" his dad told him when he later showed him
the card.

A few days later, Ryan went to see the guy in charge of recruiting new
talent. "We've been watching your progress for a while; seems you've won
every award possible at the school and been their best student for many a
year so congratulations."

Ryan was amazed at hearing he'd been watched by those at the top but that
was show business for you. They discussed the contract on offer and Ryan
was bowled over. The guy said he'd put it in writing and when Ryan had
considered it, to give him a call. "If you receive any other offers in the
meantime, speak to me before you accept anything. We want you Ryan and
don't want to lose you to a competitor."

Ryan returned home hardly believing what he'd heard. When he told his dad,
he immediately hugged his son. "I'm so proud of you son; you deserve it
because you've worked bloody hard. And that goes for you Michael."

Ryan smiled at his lover and pulled him into a hug. "Perhaps I can persuade
them to take you too."

Michael laughed, "It's you they want, not me; I'm nowhere near your
standard".

"Don't knock yourself down Michael" Ron told him, "you're a good dancer and
companies like them need good hard working people like you as support
dancers."

"It would be great if we could work together" Ryan said and gave Michael a
kiss. Michael agreed because the thought of the guy he loved so much moving
on without him was hard to imagine. "If they want me so bad then I'll
stipulate that I want you as part of the team too."

Michael kissed him and felt tears in his eyes. Ron was also proud of the
way his son supported his lover.

Two days later, Ryan received the letter he'd been waiting for. The offer
was beyond his wildest dreams. In the meantime, he'd been approached by
another company but it was this one he wanted to work with because it was
an all-male company and had a high reputation. He called the guy and said
he was interested in the offer but would like to discuss it with him.

"If it's the money" the guy said as soon Ryan had sat down, "we may be able
to relook at the offer". Ryan smiled and said the money was fine but would
like his partner to work with him. "Ah" the guy grinned not having realised
that Ryan was gay. He asked who the young man was and Ryan showed him a
photo that his dad had taken of Michael dancing in the same
production. "I'm sure we could fit Michael in somewhere but he'd need to
come along for an audition first." Ryan agreed and they arranged a time the
following day. "So your answer is yes subject to Michael being taken on?"

"Yes" Ryan replied.

"He's a lucky guy to have someone like you to look after him."

"He's very special and means a lot to me."

The guy smiled admiring Ryan's loyalty to the one he loved. It didn't
happen often these days and he liked that. Michael attended the next day
and performed a perfect audition so the guy had no hesitation in offering
him a position with the company subject to Ryan's acceptance. He did accept
so everyone was happy.

That night in bed, Michael said he wanted to show Ryan how much he loved
him. Ryan grinned. "You can do that as often as you like." So they spent
the next hour making love and having sex in every way possible. By the time
they settled down, both their arses were sore but it was worth it.


4.

When Peter had visited them for the end of year production, Michael sensed
he wasn't happy. He questioned him but Peter was not that forthcoming other
than to say he was definitely gay but knew he couldn't come out to their
parents. Since moving to America and Michael moving in with Ryan, they'd
expressed their views about homosexuality very clearly and they were far
from favourable.

"Come back to England" Michael told him, "Ryan and I can support you until
you find a job."

Peter said he'd love to, if only to get away from his parents. "But I
can't; dad has got me this special job in his firm and I can't not accept
it so will have to work there for a while until I've got sufficient
experience to move on."

Michael tried to persuade him to turn the job down since he'd not applied
for the post. It was another case of their parents trying to rule their
son's life like they had tried to do with Michael when he was sixteen. He'd
resisted but Peter wasn't as strong willed as him so let his father push
him around.


Rehearsals for their first production were hard work but they enjoyed the
challenge. Ryan danced one of the main roles and Michael was in the troupe
of supporting dancers. Both were a great success, resulting in a standing
ovation at every performance. As time passed, Ryan was becoming more
well-known and regular patrons looked out for him. Over the next two years
he began to dance major roles and at the end of each performance he
received more standing ovations.

He had just started rehearsals for an all-male version of Swan Lake and was
to dance the part of the prince. Michael had started doing bit parts with
various companies because there weren't always parts available with the
all-male company. He wasn't totally happy doing that because he loved
working with Ryan but that was about to change.

"Fuck" he exclaimed one evening whilst checking his emails on his iPad
after another hard day of rehearsals. Ryan looked up from what he was
reading and asked what was wrong. "It's an email from Peter" he replied as
he passed his iPad over to Ryan.

"I want you to know Michael that I've always loved you very much. You've
always been a great support for me so please don't think badly of me now. I
can't continue hiding my sexuality and living this lie anymore. I must be
my true self. I so wanted to live a life out in the open like you and Ryan
but it's impossible to do so around mum and dad. Not a day goes by when
they're not making some snide comment about a gay person they see on the
television or about you and Ryan. It's driving me insane. I know you
offered to help me return to England and settle there but it's
impossible. I've tried to talk to Dad about leaving the job he forced me
into but he won't listen and just tells me to stop moaning. I've had
enough, so by the time you read this email because of the time difference,
I will be gone from this world. I'm so sorry Michael; I don't mean to hurt
you but I'm going out of my mind. Please forgive me."

Ryan looked at the words and then Michael. He could hardly believe what
he'd read. He put the iPad down, rushed over to where his lover was sitting
and hugged him. Michael was now crying his eyes out and Ryan didn't really
know what to say.

"I've so let him down" Michael bawled, "I knew he was unhappy and should
have persuaded him to return to England." Ryan tried to console him by
saying he tried his best but only Peter could decide what he wanted to do
and he'd chosen to stay. "Yeah, only because of my father, the bastard."

"Do you think he really has done it?" Ryan asked even though the email was
quite clear and gave every indication that it was a suicide letter. Michael
nodded knowing his brother wouldn't send an email like that and not do what
he said. "Is it worth calling his mobile just in case?" Ryan was now
desperate to make things better for his lover and couldn't imagine what he
was going through right now. Michael half nodded, pulled out his mobile and
passed it to Ryan. He pressed the contacts icon and found Peter's
number. He pressed the call icon, hoping against hope that he'd answer the
call.

"This number is no longer in service" a sterile voice told him. He switched
the phone off and looked at Michael. "Number no longer in service" he said
tearfully. "Do you think your parents will know?"

"Fuck knows but I'm not calling them to find out."

Ryan hugged him but said nothing; he knew Michael would want to attend the
funeral but it could wait for the moment. Whilst they sat there in each
other's arms, Ron and Terry arrived home from work. They looked at the two
young men and immediately knew something was wrong. Ryan showed them
Peter's email and they both gasped.

A few hours later, Michael's father called. "Michael, I've got terrible
news; Peter has committed suicide by jumping off the top of a building. How
could he do such a thing and cause such pain and suffering to his
family. His mother's distraught."

"Typical; you only think of yourself; not why he did it" Michael retorted.

"Whatever do you mean?"

"You and mother killed him" he shot back, "congratulations; you've rejected
one son and caused the death of the other".

"What do you mean we caused his death? He took his own life; I don't
understand."

"No you wouldn't, because you never bothered to listen to him, or me for
that matter. Peter was gay but the constant homophobic remarks from you and
mother made him realise he couldn't come out like I did. He was desperate
to be himself and live the life he wanted but oh no, you and mother knew
better by taking him to America without any discussion and forcing him into
a job he didn't want. Even when he tried to talk to you about it you told
him to stop moaning."

"How do you know that's why he took his own life?"

"Because he sent me a suicide email which told me everything. I tried to
persuade him to return to England when he visited because I knew he was
unhappy but he wasn't as strong willed as me so obeyed your wishes, afraid
of upsetting you. That's why you and mother are responsible for his death
and I'll never forgive you." Michael's father was too stunned for words,
not knowing how to respond. "Email me the date of the funeral because I'll
be attending that" Michael said and ended the call.

Ryan, Ron and Terry had been listening to Michael and patted him on the
back. `Good for you; that's told him" Terry smiled.

Michael's father emailed a few days later to give the date of the
funeral. "We will meet you at the airport and you can stay with us" he
added. Michael replied saying "Don't bother, Ryan and I will make our own
arrangements". Ryan had already said he'd accompany him when the time came
and Michael had no intention of staying with his parents.

When Ryan told Carlos, the producer of Swan Lake, that he needed a few days
off to go to Washington for the funeral, he said he'd come too because he
was in the process of arranging an American tour of his all male version of
the ballet. "The backers would like to meet our lead dancer if you don't
mind." Ryan agreed so it was arranged they'd spend five days there to
include the funeral and the meeting with the backers. Ryan had never been
to America before so was delighted, especially as the trip would be all
expenses paid by the company, including air fares and hotel accommodation
for him and Michael.

The hotel they'd been booked into was very smart so took away some of the
sadness why they were there. The funeral was the day after they'd got over
their jet lag and the meeting with the backers the day after that. As soon
as Michael and Ryan arrived at the funeral service, his mother came rushing
up to him. "I can't understand why" she wailed, "why would he do such a
thing?"

"Mother, I've already told father why so ask him; you and he drove him to
it; he emailed me a suicide note."

She looked confused not understanding what her son was telling her. "Your
father hasn't said anything about this."

"Surprise, surprise; speak to him mother; I have no more to say and don't
wish to see or speak to either of you again."

With that, Michael marched off to the other side of the funeral chapel and
sat down. Ryan quickly followed and sat down beside him. "You okay?" he
whispered and held his boyfriend's hand.

"Yeah; am I being unreasonable do you think?"

"No way my love; as you say, they've killed one son and lost another; it's
time they realised why."

The service was short and simple and apart from Peter's parents, Michael
and Ryan, there were only two others who afterwards introduced themselves
as friends of Peter. "It's so sad" one of them said "but he was so unhappy
towards the end."

"Yeah, these fucking homophobes have a lot to answer for; I know they're
your parents Michael but they really did drive him into the grave" the
other guy said.

"Perhaps you could tell them that because they don't believe me" Michael
replied and thanked them for their support. "Come on Ryan, I need to speak
to the funeral director."

Michael's parents had seen the four guys talking and when Michael and Ryan
had walked off, went up to this couple wondering who they were. The
outspoken guy said his piece and walked off with his partner leaving
Michael's parents stunned.

Michael, meanwhile had asked the funeral director what arrangements his
parents had made regarding Peter's ashes and a headstone. "We've been told
to scatter them in the garden of remembrance but no headstone."

"That figures" Michael replied. "Do as they've asked regarding the ashes
but I'd like a headstone placed in the garden of remembrance if that's
possible". The funeral director said that was possible so Michael passed
over a piece of paper on which he'd written Peter's name and the dates plus
`You'll be in my heart and remembered always my darling brother. I shall
never forget you. Michael.'

"That's lovely" Ryan said and placed an arm round Michael.

When they got back to the hotel, Ryan took his lover into his arms. "Are
you okay?"

Michael nodded. "Yeah; I feel he's closer than he's ever been for some
reason. What I'd like to do now is go to bed and make love to you" he
grinned. Ryan raised his eyebrows somewhat surprised but if that's what his
boyfriend wanted then that's what they'd do. They undressed each other out
of their funeral attire, got into bed and spent the next hour making
love. It was beautiful.

When they'd both reached their climax inside each other, Ryan held
Michael's head in his hands. "This is probably not the most ideal time to
ask this but I can't hold back any longer; will you marry me Michael?"

Michael grinned. "It's the perfect time and the answer is yes." There then
followed more kissing before they showered, got dressed into casual gear
and went for a drink to celebrate.


5.

"I've decided to give up dancing" Michael announced whilst the three of
them sat in the departure lounge waiting to board their plane. "I'm never
going to achieve much in a dancing career so instead I want to help young
LGBT people like Peter whose parents don't accept their sexuality." Just
before they came away, he'd been in contact with a London based charity
that supported young LGBTs who'd been rejected by their parents or were
living in a hostile environment.

"I thought the charity you'd contacted could only afford to employ you one
day a week" Ryan replied.

"True, but that doesn't stop me from putting in unpaid time to support them
and they desperately need people. Provided I can find a part-time job of
some sort I can cope financially."

Carlos had been listening to the conversation with interest. "If Ryan is
planning to stay with the Company he'll need a personal assistant to handle
fan mail, manage media interview requests and generally provide a buffer
between him and the public. Once Swan Lake opens and we go on tour he'll be
in demand."

"That's a brilliant idea" Ryan said excitedly, "you'd be good at that my
love".

"The Company could pay you twenty hours a week and you could work mainly
from home so as to fit it in with your charity work" Carlos added.

Michael thought about it for a moment. It sounded a good idea and it meant
he'd be able to work closely with the man he loved. "And you reckon I have
the skills to do that kind of job" he replied.

"Of course you do; you're polite but firm with people" Ryan smiled taking
his hand into his.

"You mean I'm hard" Michael laughed.

"Frequently" Ryan giggled which made Carlos chuckle when he realised the
pun being made.

"That's settled then" Carlos smiled. "If you want to start immediately I
can get you released from the dance group; we have plenty of young dancers
waiting to join us."

Michael smiled having realised his dancing skills can't have been that good
if he was so easily replaced but it suited him and he knew the charity
would welcome him with open arms because so far they'd not found anyone who
was prepared to do the job for just one day's pay a week yet give more time
which the job required. "Thanks guys; I'd love to" he replied.

He sent an email to the charity in London accepting the job they'd talked
about and told them he'd provide two to three days a week for one day's
pay, plus he could start immediately. He'd just sent the email when they
were called to the gate to board their plane. As they sat down, Michael
suddenly realised how much his life had changed within such a short
time. He'd lost a brother, gained a husband to-be, become his future
partner's personal assistant and accepted work at a charity to help young
guys like Peter.

"Can I get you something to drink gentlemen" the rather good looking
steward asked once they were airborne. They each gave their order and when
he returned with the drinks he looked at Ryan and smiled. "Excuse me for
bothering you, sir but would you be willing to give me your autograph; you
are Ryan Fox the ballet dancer, aren't you. My partner and I have been to
every one of your performances and we've booked to see you in Swan Lake
when it opens."

"He will, on the proviso that he's not inundated with requests from others
on the plane because Mr Fox is tired and needs a rest so he's fresh for
rehearsals when he gets back to London" Michael replied on behalf of Ryan.

"Of course sir; I'll make sure nobody else bothers him" the steward replied
and passed over a menu card for Ryan to sign.

"What's your name?" Ryan asked.

"Renato, sir"

Ryan wrote on the card `To Renato' and then signed his name beneath, using
the signature he'd perfected for such occasions. The steward beamed and
thanked him profusely as he accepted the personalised autograph. "My
partner will be so envious" he chuckled before leaving them.

"See, I told you he'd make a perfect PA, didn't I Carlos; he's as hard as
nails."

Carlos chuckled and settled back into his seat. Ryan took hold of Michael's
hand again and squeezed it before moving it into his crotch. "Who's hard
now" Michael whispered and pressed against Ryan's erection.


The rehearsals were soon over and Swan Lake opened in London. Every
performance was fully booked for the four weeks it was on and Ryan received
a standing ovation every night, and on most nights two or three. Everyone
agreed he gave a stunning performance and even the critics raved over his
dancing. Michael was kept busy dealing with fan letters, his Facebook and
Twitter pages as well as handling requests for interviews from radio,
television and the press at large. His job at the charity was also going
well and for once in his life he felt he was really doing something
worthwhile. He'd enjoyed his dancing but helping young people who'd been
subjected to homophobic treatment by the very people who should be
supportive was every bit as rewarding and more so.

Ron had again arranged for his mother to be driven down to London by
private car to attend the opening night of Swan Lake and he'd taken her
backstage after the performance to meet the other dancers and enjoy the
after show celebration with her grandson. With Ron's help, she'd now sold
the house in Preston and moved into a warden controlled home where she was
much happier. Ryan's mother had been forced to find alternative
accommodation and a job to pay for it but Ron hadn't bothered inviting her
to see her son dance again. Sadly, it was the last time the older Mrs Fox
saw her grandson dance because she passed away two months later.

As soon as the London performance closed, Carlos took it on tour in
America. They performed for three nights each in Miami, Washington, New
York, Los Angeles and San Francisco. Every performance was an enormous
success and Ryan in particular was loved by everyone. Whilst performing in
Washington, Michael received a message from a security guy on the second
night to say that his parents had watched the performance and would like a
word. Michael pondered whether or not to see them but decided to do so.

"What do you want?" he asked in a curt manner.

"We just wanted to say how much we enjoyed the performance and how
wonderful Ryan was; you must be very proud of him" his mother said meekly.

"Were you in it? We couldn't see you" his father added.

"No; I no longer dance; I'm Ryan's personal assistant and I work for a
charity that supports young LGBT guys who have been rejected by their
parents because of their sexuality like Peter was" he replied abruptly.

"We want to say how sorry we are Michael" his mother said.

Michael let out a short laugh of disgust. "A bit late for that isn't it?
You rejected one son and killed another and you didn't even have the
decency to arrange a headstone for him."

"We'll remedy that" his father interjected.

"Yet again too late father; I arranged it immediately after the funeral;
Ryan and I visited the cemetery to see it as soon as we arrived in
Washington." This took both parents by surprise and said nothing. "Would
you kindly escort these people off the premises please" Ryan asked the
security guy standing nearby and briskly walked away leaving them standing
there. He never spoke to them ever again or had anything to do with
them. As far as he was concerned they were dead.

He returned to Ryan's dressing room and slumped against the door. "Are you
okay my love?" Ryan asked, immediately sensing that his lover was
upset. Michael relayed what had happened and asked if he was being unkind.

"Not in the least my love; it's time they knew what it feels like to be
rejected."

Michael smiled and looked at his semi naked lover who was only wearing a
pair of skimpy briefs. "God you look so sexy; I could make love to you
right here and now" he laughed.

"Probably not a good idea but as soon as we get back to the hotel you can
do exactly that" Ryan grinned and took the guy he loved so much into his
arms to kiss him.

When they did eventually get back to their hotel, they told Carlos they
wouldn't be attending the usual after show get together so would see him in
the morning. He grinned knowingly. "Enjoy and have fun" he laughed.

Once in their room, Michael seductively undressed Ryan and then told him to
lie on the bed to watch him do the same. As each item was removed he thrust
his crotch forward to emphasise the erection he now had inside his
pants. When he was finally down to his underwear, he slowly pulled them
down to tease his lover. Once they were off and had been tossed to one
side, Ryan grabbed his arm and pulled his naked body on top of him. Their
stiff cocks rubbed together as they kissed passionately.

"I'm gonna fuck your cute arse until you beg me to stop" Ryan giggled.

"Mm, can't' wait" Michael laughed and wrapped his legs round Ryan's
torso. Ryan pulled them higher to expose the beautiful hole he wanted to
fuck and prepared his rampant organ. Within seconds he had it deep inside
giving it a good hard fuck. "Ah fuck, that feels so good" Ryan exclaimed as
his cock slid in and out. He continued doing so for quite some time before
he increased the pace and reached his climax. As he did so, he massaged
Michael's erection which was soon spilling its load.

When they got home and hugs and kisses had taken place, Ron asked when the
lovers wanted to get married. They'd decided to leave it until after the
American tour but now they were home it seemed the right time to tie the
knot. Ron said he'd like to make the arrangements and pay for the reception
which he suggested was held at a local hotel. Since neither of them were
religious, the actual ceremony would be held in a Registry Office.

"I've also got something to show you" Ron added. "Don't take it the wrong
way because we love having you live here but wondered whether you'd like a
place of your own. One of our clients is selling a two bed apartment in
Kensington which is good value, ideally situated and in good condition. If
you were interested, Terry and I would give you the deposit as a wedding
present."

Ryan and Michael gasped putting their hands to their mouth; they'd thought
about buying their own place but neither had sufficient money yet for a
deposit. They looked at the details and both loved it.

"It looks perfect" Ryan said.

"It's fabulous" Michael added, "thank you".

"Yeah, thanks dad and you Terry" Ryan chipped in still hardly believing it.

Ron explained that he'd told the client the agency's fee would be waived if
he agreed a lower price. "He's agreed, as he needs a quick sale and you can
go to see it tomorrow if you're interested."

"You bet we are" Ryan replied and gave his dad and Terry a big kiss which
was followed by one from Michael.

The following day they viewed the third floor apartment and fell in love
with it. The whole place had been recently refurbished and was situated
within a mansion block with its own porter. They agreed a price on the spot
and six weeks later they were moving in having obtained a mortgage. Most of
the modern furniture had been left by the previous owner because he didn't
need it so there was little to buy. It was the most perfect property
purchase imaginable.

"I still can't believe this is happening" Michael giggled.

"In that case let me take you to bed and prove it is" Ryan laughed.

"Are you seducing me?" Michael giggled with mock horror.

"Yep, so get naked boy" Ryan laughed. They both stripped, flinging their
discarded clothes on the floor and ran to the main bedroom holding
hands. They spent the next two hours having sex, rimming, sucking and
fucking each other until both had shot their load. After more kissing and
declaring their love for each other, they returned to the living room,
still naked, and prepared a meal.

"It seems odd not having your dad and Terry around."

Ryan agreed and suspected they were feeling the same but both were now
twenty-one and in charge of their own destination.


The wedding ceremony took place two weeks later and was also perfect.
Ryan's dad acted as his witness and Terry did the same for Michael. They
could have asked friends but decided that Ron and Terry had done so much
for them over the years that it was only fitting to give them a role. The
reception was brilliant and Carlos plus several friends they'd made at the
ballet company attended. Sven and Samuel also attended and a good time was
had by all. That night, the happy couple made beautiful love and they lived
happily ever after.

Ryan had just opened in a new modern ballet and the critics described his
stunning performance as if he was floating on air.

~~~~~

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