Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2012 20:47:24 -0700
From: Trevor Johnson <supertev699@hotmail.com>
Subject: Adventures of Cliff & Derek Chapter 39

THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF CLIFF & DEREK

Part 39

Written by Trevor

Edited by Jack

(Life after School)

Please note this story contains boy-to-boy sexual activity and if you don't
enjoy this kind of story read no further.

This story is also based on actual events but all the names and locations
have been changed to protect those involved.

This story is not to be published, or reprinted, without the express
permission of the author.


Because of the three week break between my stories here is the final
paragraph of the previous chapter


Sitting at the table with all my family and friends around me and my lover
at my side, tears began to roll down my face as I thought to myself what a
lucky man I was, and tomorrow we would all be embarking on a wonderful
holiday together.

Now read on.

Derek grabbed my hand worried and wondering why I was crying, "It's so
wonderful to see my family and friends here under the one roof ready for a
magic holiday in the South of France."

Reaching over to hug me Derek whispered have I got a surprise for you and
the rest of them."

With a look of surprise on my face Derek grabbed hold of my hand before
getting everyone's attention, "For a start we are not going to the South of
France I thought about it and decided to surprise you all.  I cancelled the
holiday in France and we are now are going to Italy and the Tuscany region
where we are going to stay in a thousand year old castle which sleeps
twenty and has all the latest amenities plus some old world charm. It even
has its own private chapel.

It has a beautiful swimming pool and fabulous gardens looking over the
Tuscany hillside."  He then went on to describe the place in detail before
setting up a projector so he could show us all were we would be living for
a month.

"And before anyone asks how much this is costing, don't. Oh and did I say
it has its own staff complete with chef, maids and gardeners."

We sat watching the short movie that the letting agent had supplied and
marvelled at the luxury and opulence, with an outdoor courtyard complete
with pergolas for al fresco dining.

By the time the ten minute film had finished everyone was far more excited
about going to Italy than they were about France.  I looked across at Derek
smiling and mouthed the words, "Thank You."

Derek continued giving us all the details, the charter flight we have
booked for the month will still be able to take us to and fro, plus there
will be a fleet of limousine's at the landing strip which we will be using
to take us to the castle."

I looked across at my mom and Derek's parents and they still looked to be
in a state of shock, "Is everyone happy with the arrangements so far?" I
asked.

"Yes." Was the loud yell from the younger members of the group while the
older ones just nodded their heads.  The only two who didn't look very
happy was of course Ian and Roland who had to stay behind and work.

I looked at Derek nodding towards the two of them and he shook his head the
smile leaving his face. I stood up beckoning for the two of them to follow
Derek and I and the four of us headed for the kitchen, "Guys I'm so sorry
that you aren't joining us for the full month, but we will see you I'm sure
on the Saturday night or maybe Sunday morning and you won't need to fly
back until the Monday morning."

"That's ok." Ian said, "You two deserve a break although with the mob
you're taking with you I don't think you'll have a lot of rest."

Laughing Derek said, "Don't worry about us everyone will be expected to
look after themselves and make their own entertainment.  With catering
staff and people to do all the work there is no need for anyone at all to
lift a finger by way of work and Cliff and I intend to make full use of the
grand old four poster bed in our room to its fullest."

"That's not resting." Roland remarked with a laugh.

We went back and joined the others suggesting that everyone make it an
early night because cars had been booked for very early in the morning to
take us to the airport. After the usual round of goodnight kisses and hugs
finally everyone headed for their beds with quite a few having to double up
with their being so many of us.

No one needed to be called twice for breakfast with David and Brian putting
on a mighty big spread, mainly to use up some of the food which would be
wasted while most of us were away.

Before we had finished breakfast the cars arrived along with a van to take
all our luggage.  We got the boys to help with the washing up so that our
two resident gay housekeepers cum nurses would also be ready to go.  Ian
and Roland said that they would clean up the dishes but we wouldn't allow
that and soon everything was ready the luggage was loaded and the van
despatched to the airport and then everyone on the flight headed outside.

Derek and I stayed behind to give Ian and Roland a special kiss goodbye and
I felt so sorry that they weren't coming with us, "Don't worry with all you
away we'll have fun in the house on our own, we plan to have sex in every
room in the house including the cellar."  We all laughed and wished them
good luck with that one telling them not to leave stains on our bed sheets.

Finally we were all on our way.  Mom and Derek's parents travelled with us
and once we were underway Derek again broached the question of retirement
with his parents, "We gave it a lot of thought son and while living in
Spain, Portugal or somewhere like that was tempting we both decided we
would like a nice retirement place near Worthing so we are close to your
mom Cliff."

We were delighted that they were going to be close so they could look out
for each other. After telling them to start looking at properties and
letting us know what they wanted my mom suggested that after the holiday
they go down to her place for a few days so they could look around.

We made good time to the airport and the great thing was being on a charter
flight we didn't have to join the crowd in the airport lounge or stand in
line to check our luggage.  In fact we were taken straight away onto the
tarmac right up to our luxury aircraft.

Immigration and customs were waiting for us to check our passports and the
luggage had already been stowed away so as soon all the formalities were
done we took our seats, buckled up and prepared for take-off.

Just as soon as we were airborne our air hostess served morning tea and for
those who wanted it champagne.  I noticed Peter and Steve sneaking off to
the rear of the plane were the restrooms were and I whispered to Derek, "It
looks like someone is already on their way to join the mile high club."

The rest of the flight was uneventful and we were soon on the approach to
our own private landing strip with a runway which was just long enough for
our aircraft with little to spare.

With Derek's ability of being able to organize everything down to the
tiniest detail as we taxied up to the tiny shed which was the only building
in sight we noticed a fleet of vehicles and a small truck waiting to take
us the rest of way which my lover told us was about five miles.

The weather was perfect a pleasant temperature with the just a light breeze
blowing as we went down the steps onto the tarmac.  An Italian custom
official greeted us and with the minimum of formality we were on our way
down wooded leafy lanes hiding rows upon rows of Olive trees.

We turned into a long driveway with trees lining either side of the narrow
laneway, as we manoeuvred around a gentle bend we got our first glimpse of
the castle looking glorious and majestic in the sunlight. We pulled up at
the front doors to see all the staff assembled on the steps waiting to
greet us.

After the introductions were made we all went inside gaping open mouthed at
this wonderful place.  Priceless antiques were everywhere and I mentioned
to Derek that we must give all the boys a lecture about being careful not
to break anything.

Our chef announced that lunch would be served in the courtyard in thirty
minutes time, just enough to check out our bedrooms, have a quick freshen
up and be back down in time to eat.

Our bedroom was medieval luxury plus with a gigantic four poster bed
resplendent with gold leaf coat of arms. A massive marble fireplace took up
almost one wall while French windows opened onto our own private walled
garden.

"I wish we had time to test out the bed." I suggested grabbing Derek around
the waist and throwing him down onto the silk cover which in turn hid from
view velvet sheets and pillow cases. "If we get around to doing what you're
thinking Cliff we would miss not only lunch but dinner as well."

With some reluctance we washed up in our bathroom before heading down to
the courtyard and a display of local cured leg ham, Pork, chicken and a
variety of fresh garden salads which the chef explained were was all local
grown produce.  A very nice local white wine was also served with the boys
and those who did not drink enjoying freshly made lemonade.

The main topic of conversation throughout lunch was the castle.  The boys
had already explored a fair bit of the grounds and castle and never stopped
talking about how great the place was.  Mom was sitting there listening and
eating taking it all in and when there was a lull in the conversation she
said, "I spent about thirty minutes in the chapel sitting and thinking and
found it was so peaceful and tranquil almost as if the rest of the world
had stopped.

It was wonderful.  I didn't say any prayers or anything like that I just
sat and enjoyed the peace."

This surprised me because mom had never been much of a church goer.

Once lunch had finished which took about two hours anyway, after all, why
rush something so nice. Derek asked the chef if he could hold off on dinner
until eight even eight thirty and he agreed.

Derek then whispered to me, "Want to go try out the bed now?"  The problem
was his whispers were inclined to be a bit loud and Peter and the guys gave
us hell, until I mentioned the mile high club and Steve began to blush.

"I expect most of us would like an after lunch sleep anyway." My mom
suggested and everyone split up to do whatever they were planning.  It
wouldn't have taken much guesswork to figure out what my lover and I had in
mind and it was over two hours later that we finally dropped off to sleep.

It was the sound of Peter banging on the bedroom door that woke us and the
first thing we noticed was it was dark outside.  Jumping out of bed putting
some clothes on I let Peter in who has always had Steve in tow, "This room
reeks of sex." He stated before continuing, "The staff are ready to serve
dinner and its way after eight, but they won't start until the two masters
are there.

So get your bums into gear and hurry up because the rest of us are sitting
waiting."  After saying that they left and we hurried to dress for dinner,
which was for tonight in the grand formal dining room.

Both Derek and I dressed formal in our dinner jackets and were surprised to
find everyone else dressed the same.  Pater and Steve must have rushed to
get changed after waking us up and admitted after that they wore ordinary
clothes to wake us in the hopes that we would dress the same and embarrass
ourselves.

Dinner was a grand affair with some great food and even greater wines which
we discovered later came from the owner's private cellar and were part of a
collection of wines he bought at a certain auction in London.  We laughed
when we realized that we were drinking wine which used to belong to us
anyway.

Our parents in fact everyone looked splendid with mom having a glow on her
face indicating that she might have had just one glass of wine too many. We
helped her to her feet before getting one on either side guiding her to her
room.  We helped her undress down to her underwear and get into bed and as
she lay there, this tiny lady in a big king size bed; I thanked her for
being my mom, "Thank you mom. Without you to help bring me up right and
looking after me as a baby and young child I would never be in the position
I am right now surrounded by a wonderful group of family and friends."

Tears formed in his mom's eyes and with both of us on either side lying
next to her giving her a big cuddle she calmed down thanking us for
everything, before closing her eyes and dropping off to sleep.  Both of us
stayed with her lost in our own thoughts.

Finally Derek said, "Come on darling lets join the others for coffee and
brandy.  Before we do are you pleased with me changing the plans and coming
here instead of France?"

"Oh yes this place is great so relaxing and nice, except the boys have
already mentioned several times they want to go to the beach and that's
about an hour's drive away I believe."

Back downstairs in the lounge We settled back with a fine brandy and a
strong cup of coffee to chat with Derek's parent's, David and Brian and of
course our bodyguard Gordon being the only members of the party right now
old enough to drink alcohol although Derek and the rest of us suspected
that the youngsters sneaked a drink now and again.

Peter brought up the subject of going to the beach again and Derek said
that a car maybe two would be leaving tomorrow depending on who wanted to
go.

After a while I indicated to Derek that I would like to go to bed because I
was feeling a bit stressed out and tired.

Derek led me by the hand after saying goodnight to everyone, on the way up
the grand staircase he put his arm around his lover guiding him to their
bedroom, heading straight for the bath and shower where he undressed his
lover before getting the water ready for our shower.

Derek then did a slow striptease in front of his partner delighting in
seeing a grin appearing on his face and his dick getting hard and ready.
All this time neither of us had spoken a single word.

Once Derek was totally naked he once again took my hand guiding me into the
shower and standing me under the water before soaping up a sponge and
gently washing his boyfriend all over paying special attention of course to
all the parts of the anatomy that matter.

After a while I began to return the favour and almost by chance our lips
met and mouths opened, well you know the score by now.

Derek felt Cliff beginning to weaken and slide down so he shut off the
water and almost carried his lover out of the shower drying him off and
then himself before half carrying me into the bedroom laying his sweetheart
gently on the bed and covering him with a sheet.

Earlier one of the staff had lit a fire and while it was dying down now the
room was warm and cosy. Once his lover was comfortable Derek climbed in
beside him holding him in his arms gently rubbing his arms and shoulders
while gently covering him with kisses.

"I love you so much Derek, please don't ever leave me. I want you by my
side until our days on earth are over."

Covering his mouth to stop him talking like that Derek whispered, "Please
darling don't talk like that, I'm sure we are going to be together for
ever."

"My leg hurts like hell and I feel like I want to cry but trying hard not
to, please forgive me for acting like this."

"There's nothing to forgive Cliff, you just need some rest and tender
loving care and I intend to make sure that's what you get."  Before Cliff
could say anything else he covered my mouth with his and we kissed until
sleep overtook us.

Next morning I felt much better and over breakfast once again outside in
the courtyard because the weather was perfect we had fresh ham, sausages,
eggs done to your liking with cereal, fresh local grown fruit some of which
was from the castles own orchards, along with freshly squeezed fruit juice
and coffee.

Cliff and Derek decided that they would go to the beach with the boys along
with David, John and Gordon, so two cars were ordered, a picnic lunch
packed into the trunk and they were off.

In fact it only took about forty minutes and when they arrived the sand was
a golden colour and the sea a crystal clear light blue.  Not all that many
people were on the beach and we soon set up `camp' with the boys dashing
off into the water, while we relaxed on the beach and the other three kept
an eye on the boys.

It was so relaxing and peaceful. Gordon got the picnic baskets out of the
car and with the help of the drivers set up a feast of cold chicken and
salad followed by strawberries and cream. After lunch everyone settled down
to rest and the four boys; Peter, Steve, Jason and Michael headed off for a
stroll down the beach.

About an hour went by before the peace was shattered by two police cars
racing down the beach and around a bend in the coastline. Jokingly David
said, "I hope the boys haven't got into any trouble."  The others agreed
with him but thought no more about it until the two police cars came back
down the beach about twenty minutes later and stopped right in front of us.

Four policemen two in each vehicle got out along with the four boys in
handcuffs.  That woke everyone up very quickly and Gordon got one of our
drivers to act as interpreter because none of the police officers spoke
English and we didn't speak Italian.

All four of the boys were being charged with having sex in a public place
namely, the sand dunes. Someone had spotted them naked and having
intercourse, had taken offence and called the police. At least the boys
were dressed but the police weren't very happy and both Derek and I were
livid.

Displays of affection in public were not acceptable. We had been drumming
that into them in England and we thought they had enough sense to do the
same in a foreign country, now they were in big trouble.  The police
explained that they would be taking the boys to the local police station
and we could arrange for them to be bailed once the paperwork was done.

One of our drivers suggested the name of a good local lawyer and we
arranged to meet him at the police station.  We packed up heading into the
small town where we found our lawyer waiting outside the police station.

We went inside and found the boys sat together on a bench looking very
unhappy. Luckily our legal representative spoke English and he told us that
bail had been set but first the boys had to go before a magistrate so we
had about thirty minutes to wait for him to arrive.

All this time we had no opportunity to talk to the boys, which is just as
well because both of us were seething with anger at their stupid activity.

Once the magistrate arrived we all trooped into the tiny courthouse next
door to the police station and the first thing we noticed was the number of
local residents who had arrived to witness what was going on including the
woman who lodged the complaint to the police.

The magistrate looked to be aged about hundred and four and wanted to try
the boys there and then but our lawyer argued that there was a language
problem and asked for an adjournment so that a court interpreter could be
brought in so that the boys knew what was going on.

Reluctantly this was agreed upon and bail was set at ten thousand lire each
a paltry sum by British standards. The boys were instructed to appear in a
weeks' time and once we had paid the money into the court we were allowed
to leave.

The mood in the car going back to the castle was to say the least not good.
Both Derek and I did not say anything because we knew if we did we would
say things which weren't very nice. When we got back to the castle the boys
headed to their rooms to have showers and get ready for dinner, while Derek
and I discussed what action we were going to take with the boys.

"I don't think it would do any good to punish the boys. They know they have
done wrong and all we can do is speak to them about doing things in public
and make sure we get the message across.

Italy is a strong Catholic country and this type of public exhibition
especially in a small rural community is against their teachings and
beliefs so we must make sure the boys get that message."

Derek agreed with everything I said and we arranged to talk with them after
dinner making them wait for our tirade which they knew was coming.  We also
decided not to make a big thing of it and tell the rest of the group
especially our mothers and fathers.

We headed upstairs to dress for dinner which was going to be a bit more
casual tonight because we decided because it was a very pleasant warm
evening to have dinner on the courtyard. Once again we enjoyed an excellent
meal and Derek remarked that by the time we head for home our waistlines
would have increased somewhat.

Once coffee was served we excused ourselves asking the boys to join us in
the garden.  It was four unhappy young men who joined us outside where I
started the conversation.

"Boys, boys, boys what were you thinking out there in the sand dunes? Well
I know it wasn't with your heads but with your dicks. How many times do we
have to drill it into your heads about showing affection for one another in
public?

Obviously not enough times.  In England when we spoke about this it was
just a case of holding hands and the odd little kiss that could and once
did get you into trouble but this time you had to be caught fucking each
other.  Good Lord are you boys stupid or something?

Peter you have an incredible IQ so how about sharing some it with your dick
and not keep it all in your head. Anyway I hope this serves as a lesson to
you all and that you have learnt something from it.  Derek and I don't mind
what happens in your bedrooms just as long as no one gets hurt but please
not in public."

Derek took over then, "Our lawyer suggests that we plead guilty because
with a not guilty plea we don't have a leg to stand on.  He believes and
will ask for a fine which we pay willingly and apologize to the court and
the lady you offended, so that hopefully it will all go away, but bear in
mind you will always have a criminal record here in Italy for the rest of
your lives."

Derek allowed all that to sink in before he continued, "We have decided not
to punish you because we believe you have learnt your lesson or at least we
bloody well hope so and ask, no beg you to think before you do anything
like that again. Understood?"

All four nodded their heads saying yes in a low voice before sent them in
for a final drink before heading for bed.

The boys moved away but did not go inside right away.  They stood talking
quietly among themselves before Peter led them back to us, "Dad's we are
sorry for what we did and admit that it was a stupid thing to do and thank
you for not punishing us and we promise that nothing like that will ever
happen like that again.

We love you very much and what we put you through today especially you
Daddy Cliff and the way you're feeling right now was so wrong.  You are
wonderful parents the best we could possibly wish for and I'm running out
of words to say right now to show how much we love and care for you."

"Thank you boys we love you too, now run inside and finish supper before
Derek and I start crying."

We slowly made our way back in to join the others our arms around each
other.  Sitting down in one armchair Derek was just about sitting on my
knee as we sipped very old and very fine brandy and making general
conversation.

Mom and Derek's parents said their goodnights and headed for bed and the
rest of us followed soon after.  Both of us were very tired after the
fateful trip to the beach and decided to shower in the morning after all we
didn't actually go into the ocean today so we had no salt water on us.

I know we might sound as if we are going to bed dirty but we were too tired
to care.  We didn't even have time to have our usual pillow talk, but fell
asleep right away.

The next few days passed uneventful with the boys staying close to home
while our parents went on a shopping spree buying souvenirs and stuff like
that. In fact they looked to be enjoying themselves more than the young
ones.

One day it poured rain all day and was a very chilly miserable and we had a
lot of fun playing board games and charades and stuff like that which I
believe brought the family closer together, and which I found very
relaxing.

The weekend and the end of our first week came up all too quickly and I for
one was beginning to think that a month was not long enough, but we would
have to go home at the end of the time to get that boys back to school.

We were all quite excited that Ian and Roland would be joining us late
Saturday night early Sunday morning. Our pilot had been given permission to
land at night on the strip but we had to organize for a crew to go in and
light flares along the runway.

The boys and most of the adults except for our parents decided to go along
for the ride and help.  It was about three in the morning when we arrived
at the landing strip and a couple of locals had everything ready so that
the flight path could be lit when the time came.

When the call came that the aircraft was about fifteen minutes away
everyone raced in cars down the runway lighting kerosene lamps onto the
way. Once they were lit it looked quite impressive and soon we heard the
drone of aircraft engines getting louder and then the planes search lights
being turned on as our pilot made a perfect landing.

He taxied up to the shed and soon the steps were lowered and Ian and Roland
looking very weary came down the steps.  No customs or immigration turned
up although we had informed them of the flight.  Our crew came and joined
us next telling us they can't take off till daylight and because they had
no other work this weekend they would stay at a local hotel and return with
the our two actor guests on Monday morning.

Derek and I would have none of that and invited the three of them to stay
at the castle as our guests which put smiles on their faces. Going back to
the castle in the car we asked Ian and Roland how things were going and
both of them said together not good and they would talk to us about that
when we got to the castle or later in the morning.

That didn't sound too good but we waited.  We had arranged for the
floodlights on the castle to be on as we approached and the look on their
two faces said it all.  We pulled up at the entrance and invited all our
guests inside. We then had to shuffle the sleeping arrangements around a
bit to fit the aircrew in but that didn't take long.

We settled down in the lounge with Ian and Roland and a couple of drinks
eager to find out what the bad news was, "The audience numbers have gone
right down and Alex is panicking that the play may have to close even
before you come back Cliff."  Roland sadly told us.

Ian then took up the story, "This play was adapted to suit you Cliff and
while Roland is excellent in your part the audience want you so they are
staying away in droves.  All the matinees have been cancelled and we no
longer have a Monday night performance either so we don't really have to go
back until Tuesday."

"Alex is going to call you and talk to you about it but he wants you to
have the full month off and fully recover." Ian added.

"Oh guys I'm so sorry that so many of you rely on me for your livelihood
and I have let you down.  I'll talk to Alex in the morning and see about
coming back early."

Derek grabbed my hand say quite firmly, "No you are spending the full month
here and that's that. If you go back early you will soon be back to square
one mentally and have to take an even longer break, so no don't even think
about it darling."

It had been a long time since my lover had spoken to me so forcefully and
he took me by surprise but I agreed that I would spend the full month here.
That decided and all of us feeling very tired we headed off to bed.

Lying next to my Derek I began to get tears in my eyes as I thought of all
the people I was letting down back in London, "Please don't cry my darling
you need this rest badly. If you do go back now you will be no use to
anyone.

Please put those thoughts out of your head and just concentrate on taking
life easy in the beautiful part of the world."

"I will do as you say Derek. I love you so much my darling please stay with
me and be good to me I could never live without you."

He turned and looked at me surprised by that last statement, "You should
know by now that I will never leave you Cliff and what brought that on?"

 "I don't know just a feeling I suddenly had. Please kiss me and lets go to
sleep, I love you Derek Driscoll."

While still surprised by Cliff's words, Derek said nothing but kissed his
darling goodnight and they both fell asleep almost right away.

They didn't wake until lunchtime and were still sleepy as they made their
way downstairs, into the courtyard just in time for lunch.  Ian and Roland
along with the rest of the gang were already there with our new guest
ranting and raving about the castle.

Straight after lunch the aircrew left to check on the plane and make sure
it was secure and safe while the rest of us just lazed around doing very
little except talking and relaxing.

That was more or less how the weekend went by.  The aircraft crew asked if
they could leave before dark on Monday, and Roland and I agreed, so just
before dinner on Monday night just Derek and I along with Ian, Roland and
the aircrew made our way to the landing strip.

Everyone was surprised that none of the Italian authorities had approached
us about our landing or take off, but the pilot still had to request
permission to take off before he could leave, but this was granted almost
immediately.

We kissed and cuddled Ian and Roland and they thanked us for the great
weekend before they boarded the aircraft for their flight back to
London. It was with some sadness that watched them disappear into the dying
sunset.

Next morning I got a call from Sir Alex who told me more or less what the
other two guys had, "What I'm looking at is a big relaunch of the play when
you return from your break. We will have a first night all over again
almost starting from scratch.

What I want to know form you is, will you be fit and ready to take on the
role again and do every performance including matinees, and we will only
have one matinée on a Wednesday?"

"Alex I'm feeling better every day and if this continues I will be in peak
condition when I come back." I told him.

"Well that's promising news Cliff, all I want is for you to rest up and be
ready and raring to go, because the public want you and only you in this
play."

"Thank you for the confidence you have in me and I promise I won't let you
or any of the cast down."  On that note he ended the call and I settled
back telling Derek everything that had been said and what was going to
happen, "Are you sure you can handle seven performances a week?"

"I'm sure I can in fact I'm already looking forward to it." I told him. The
next big hurdle was tomorrow morning when the boys had to appear in court
on their sex charges and it was a sombre group at dinner that night.

Next morning early we headed down to the seaside town and the quaint tiny
courthouse.  When we arrived we found it packed tight with locals and had
to fight our way through to the front of the room.

I asked out lawyer why so many people and chuckling he told me that they
expected the boys to plead not guilty and wanted to hear all the sexy
evidence which would follow.  "Well we're going to disappoint them aren't
we?" I told him.

The court was called to order and the hundred and four year old judge as I
called him came in and sat down.  The charges were read with gasps and
yells from the onlookers until the judge ordered them to be quiet.

Through an interpreter they were asked how they pleaded and all four said
guilty.  Once they heard that the courtroom just about emptied as the
disappointed locals went about their business.

The judge listened to the prosecution who demanded a severe sentence to set
an example to others while our lawyer pleaded the fact they were just young
boys experimenting and how we all were like that when growing up and
discovering ourselves.

I turned to Derek whispering, "He's good."  Derek nodded in agreement and
when he had finished the judge looked down at his notes before deciding on
the sentence.

He went on about morality and performing such acts in public before handing
down his sentence.  This is what he decided the punishment should be. First
he fined each of them the equivalent of a thousand pounds sterling and
placed them on what amounted to a twelve month good behaviour bond.

Personally we thought they got off lightly and we paid the money to the
court right away before Derek wrote a big check for our lawyer who earnt
every lire of it.

It was four much happier boys who travelled back to the castle with us.
Once again the next few days went by with a lot of relaxation and for Derek
and I, a lot of love making and rediscovering each other's bodies, not that
our love had waned any but we had more time for it.

One of the Castles gardeners was a young seventeen year old who was as cute
as hell. Unlike most Italians who are dark and swarthy this guy was blonde
about five foot ten and cute as hell.  All of us guys had commented on him
and I know for a fact the younger guys in the group had made a play for him
without any success.

The trouble was he was infatuated with Derek and whenever we were in the
garden he would follow us around and if Derek took a walk around on his own
he was always there waiting for him to say hello.

His English wasn't much but he always wore tight jeans which showed off a
massive package.  One day Derek and I were sitting in the garden when I got
called back into the house to discuss menus with the chef, I told Derek to
stay where he was and I'd be back in no time at all.

As soon as I had disappeared from sight this young guy came along and sat
next to Derek and said hello. Derek spoke to him wanting to be polite and
it was then that he moved closer putting his hand on Derek's thigh right at
the top only inches from his dick.

Derek quickly moved his hand away saying no but the guy kept persisting and
the bulge in the front of jeans had grown to massive proportions.  In the
end Derek had to appear to be quite angry and tell him in no uncertain
terms to fuck off and that he was married to me but this didn't get through
and the guy was getting quite rough with Derek obviously intent on having
sex with him even if it came down to rape.

Derek got quite loud in his yells hoping that someone would come to his
help because by now he had Derek lying across the bench pinned down by his
body barely even able to move because this young guy obviously worked out
and was pretty strong.

He felt the guy's hand on his bulge and of course being human, his body
responded and he started to get hard, much to his own disgust. The guy, we
never did find out his name thought that he had won and relaxed a bit and
it was then that my boyfriend was able to throw him off and escape running
back to the house.

He came running in to where I was talking to the chef out of breath and
looking very angry.  I jumped up and when he put his arms around and told
me what happened I was ready to go out and knock his block off but the chef
who spoke and understood English quite well calmed me down telling me that
he would take care of it and have him escorted of the grounds straight
away.

The chef disappeared to talk to the head gardener and we never saw the guy
again.  Derek was shaking like a leaf and kept apologizing to me for
letting him get that far.  I told him he had no control over it and it
wasn't his fault, but he said he was sorry for attracting him over and over
again.

We finished up spending the rest of the day in our room just lying in each
other's arms, until it was time for dinner.  We had just settled down to
dinner when one of the staff said there was a phone call for me from
London.

On the phone was my manager Bob which made me angry because I gave him
strict instructions not to call me for a whole month, "I hate to be rude
Bob but what the fuck do you want?"

"Well that's a lovely greeting that is.  I called with the news that your
album is ready for release and I'm shipping a copy out to you now.  It's
fantastic and believe will sell a million."

"Well thanks for that Bob I appreciate it and I'm looking forward to
hearing it, but knowing you there is an ulterior motive."

"Well the record company thought because you were in Italy they would
launch it there and want to know if you could do some radio and TV
interviews in Rome for them, plus there are a couple of live TV shows where
you could perform a track live and sell heaps of copies."

He paused expecting a tirade of abuse from me but when I said nothing he
continued, "It will only be one day.  We'll fly you and Derek out and back
so you won't be away from your castle hide-a-way for even one night."

"Bob I am supposed to be recovering from what you might call a nervous
breakdown or close to it and want to put all this stress on me in a country
where I don't even speak the language."

"But you will do this just for me won't you Cliff?"

"Of course I fucking will but I still think you're an asshole and I hate
you for this.  If you weren't the best manager in Britain I'd tell you to
get fucked right now."

Chuckling he said, "I knew you would see it my way Shirley will fax the
entire details later, bye."

And he was gone; I was almost in tears as I headed back into the dining
room. Derek spotted this almost right away and whispered, "What's
happened?"

I was unable to hold back and let forth with a tired of abuse about my
manager explaining to everyone what was happening next weekend and I must
admit I used a lot of abusive language in the hopes of helping to release
my frustrations.

All my mother said, "You know I don't like that kind of language Cliff."

The tone she used cracked everybody up and helped relieve the tension and
my temper; while Derek worked to help ease my state of mind some more.

Straight after dinner I grabbed a bottle of brandy and announced I was
going to bed and stormed out of the room.  Derek went to go after me but
the look I gave him stopped him in his tracks and he went back into the
others.

They were all very quiet and subdued and I think I put a damper on the
whole evening. I made my way to our room where I sat down on the bed and
poured myself an almost full tumbler full of Brandy which I continually
sipped until it was soon empty.  I refilled it and then began to get stuck
into that as well I was so upset, uptight and at odds with everyone I
didn't know really what I was doing.

It was only about fifteen minutes later that Derek came into the room and I
had already consumed half a bottle of brandy and was feeling inebriated to
say the least.  Derek came and sat down beside me putting his arm around me
saying, "that isn't the way to solve or relieve your frustrations darling."

He put his arm around me gently taking the bottle off me and putting it out
of reach before nuzzling into my neck and kissing me whispering how much he
loved me and didn't want me to ruin my life this way.

I went to take a sip out of my glass and he gently took that off me as well
before continuing to kiss and cuddle me until I finally relaxed and broke
down, "I'm sorry Derek I'm being more and more a burden on you and wouldn't
be surprised if you left me after telling me to fuck off. I'm so weak and
useless, I can't stand pressure and I turn to the bottle to get over it.
Forget me darling go and find someone more stable and secure than a broken
down old hack like me. I'm twenty years old and finished, can't cope with
life anymore."

I burst into tears sobbing on his shoulder as he soothed me kissed me
telling me over and over how much he loved me and would never leave me for
anyone else.  Finally I felt my eyes closing and he lowered me onto the bed
on my back.

No sooner had I done that when I felt the nausea rising and tried to get up
to reach the bathroom in time.  Noticing this Derek half dragged half
carried me into the bathroom positioning my head over the toilet bowl. I
brought up my dinner along with all that brandy I had poured down my
throat.

All the while Derek held me saying soothing kind words all the time until I
had finally finished vomiting.  He stood me up undressed me and put me in
the shower following suit and as he washed me all over he proclaimed his
love for me over and over again.

Finally when we were both showered and I was beginning to feel a lot better
we headed for our bed and this time when I lay back on the velvet pillows I
felt much better.

"Make love to me darling." I asked in a quiet voice and while I laid back
and enjoyed it Derek made great gentle love to me doing all the work
including climbing on top of me and making sure my erect dick went all the
way into him so I could leave my seed behind.

Next morning the promised fax from Bob's office was there waiting for me
along with my schedule for that day which to say the least was hectic.
After breakfast the boys a bit hesitantly approached us about another trip
to the beach but not the one they went to before, but another location.

We agreed and were soon on our way dropping the older members of the group
off at a small fishing village so they could have a look around with Gordon
offering to keep an eye on them.

We headed out about another seven miles to a nice secluded beach or so we
thought until we noticed on the approach quite a few parked cars in the car
park.  Without thinking we all piled out and headed for the beach until one
of the drivers pointed out a sign, which he translated for and it said Nude
beach all clothes to be left in vehicles. And then another sign which
pointed out that gay nude beach was 500 yards further on.

Of course our horny boys were thrilled by the second sign although Derek
and I along with David and John were not too sure.  Finally the boys talked
us into moving down to the gay end of the beach after we took our clothes
off leaving them with the drivers who decided to stay with the cars.

It felt exhilarating walking hand in hand with my boyfriend down the beach
and being completely naked. Down at the gay end there were a few older guys
eyeing up the younger of which there weren't many.  "Not much eye candy."
Derek grumbled to me.

Laughing I agreed as we noticed one or two guys in a variety of embraces
and sexual situations including one older guy lying with a mouthful of dick
which belonged to a guy at least half his age.

By now all of us were pretty hard and we laid down starting to make out
after I gave strict instructions to the boys to remain with their own
partners and not go with any unknown people.

While we all fooled around a bit, not a lot I don't think any of us went
all the way being too self-conscious with all these people looking on, plus
we had no idea who was hanging around with a camera.

On the way back every time one of the oldies asked about our beach trip
everyone burst out laughing but no one really said what we did or where we
were.



Dinner that night was quite a jovial affair with everyone in a happy mood
and it brought our Italian holiday almost to the half-way point. Tomorrow
early Derek and I would be heading for Roma and a busy schedule and while
the boys in fact everyone would have loved to have come with us we decided
to make it a strictly business trip.

To be continued.

Writer's corner.

Once again I was struggling to get this chapter finished before the
deadline so it hasn't been edited properly so if you find a few mistakes
I'll apologize in advance.

Everything in this chapter is true and did happen.  The big surprise of
course was when Derek switched the holiday destinations on us and what a
great surprise that was. That Castle really does exist and I checked before
I started to write and it is still available for rent.

We had a lot of money back then and it was no problem for us to spend big
on a trip like this. This was also the very last holiday we had with my
dear mother but that story is for the future.

The sex on the beach well I played this down a bit because it was so
embarrassing and found its way into the Italian and also the British press
much to our dismay.

And for once I think we all felt a bit shy during our one and only visit to
a gay nude beach.

I really was close to a breakdown during this period the stress of being
and actor/entertainer was really beginning to tell and I can relate to the
artist these days that turn to drugs.  I was tempted but never ever did
drugs but I must admit I drank far too much, because it helped to escape
into that drunken haze.  Something which many artists do to this day.

The holiday will continue into the next chapter followed by the new breath
of life being injected into the play and of course the record release.

Hugs

Trevor

Jack's Corner:

Except for the beach -- courtroom drama, this was a nice delightful
chapter.  Each and every one of us needs to step back once in a while, take
in the whole view, stop to smell the flowers, and do whatever it is that we
need to do to heal and maintain our mental health.  Visiting a luxurious
castle is one way. Lounging around with the phone turned off so that we
could just read a book or listen to music is another.  What you do does not
need to cost a fortune, sometimes the simplest of activities can provide
just what is needed.

Trevor said that he was concerned that he needed to get this chapter
completed and that he feared there would be lots of errors.  Well he did
complete it and got it to me, begging for a very quick turnaround.  Trevor
is such a terrific person that I find it very difficult not to honour his
request, so in a matter of just a few hours, I gave it a once through edit
so that I could return it to him as soon as possible.  I must say, I only
found a few very minor things to correct, but it is possible that in my
haste, I might have missed one or two things.  Please forgive me and Trevor
if you find any errors.

Please try to keep up with all the other stories, things are getting very
interesting in the lives of all these characters.  Until next time, keep
smiling, keep hugging, and keep loving.

Hugs,

Jack