Date: Mon, 10 Oct 2005 09:39:41 +0000 From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com> Subject: Malcolm's Boys Part 4 This is a story that involves sex between males. if such a story is offensive, or illegal for you to read where you live, then do not continue, go and surf elsewhere. This is a work of fiction and in no way draws on the lives of any specific person or persons. If there is any similarity to any real persons or events it is entirely coincidental. The work is copyrighted (c) by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written permission of the author. My thanks to John and Michael who have read this through and made a number of corrections and suggestions. Any remaining errors , grammatical, spelling or historical or whatever are entirely my fault. Part 4 Saturday 18th June and Sunday 19th June 2005. Malcolm and Janice were the first to stir abroad on that Mid-summer morning. They ate a good breakfast, packed, and settled up at the B and B. It was half past ten when they arrived round at Beechlands Way. They sat and had coffee and biscuits. When the time came for them to leave, Janice put her arms round Katie. "Know, love, that whatever happens you are, and always will be, our daughter-in-law. If there's anything we can do, do not hesitate to ask. What has happened is terrible. I hope that you will be able to look forward to arrival of the little one, even in these circumstances." When Malcolm said good bye, he gave Katie a hug and a kiss. "Take care. Let us know if Kevin gets in touch or appears back on the scene. Do you want us to let you know if he contacts us?" "Yes, please." She gave her father-in-law a farewell kiss. *** It was about this time that Kevin rang his old home in Whtigest. He knew his parents were not there, and he knew the answerphone would come on. "Hi Mum and Dad...It's me, Kevin.....I expect you know everything that has happened.....I'm sorry. It must've all been a great upset and shock to you both.....I don't know if you still want to be in touch with me.....I'd understand.....I'm all right.....Bye." He did a drive past about 1.00, and noted that his parent's car was not outside the house. He wondered if they had gone home. For Kevin the rest of that Saturday was grim. He tried watching sport on the television in his room, but not even the cricket could hold his attention. He tried reading, but that too was unsatisfactory. As it began to get dark, he went and did another drive past. His parent's car was no longer there; he was now more sure that they had gone home to Whitgest. The Gledhill car was still there. *** Malcolm and Janice found the drive home long and tedious. As it was the height of summer there were many cars on the M1. They had decided to go home that way, rather than the A1, just for the change. But there were road works and they were delayed a couple of times. They chatted over their family situation. "I wish I knew where Kevin was. I am beginning to get worried about him," said Janice. "I know. But it is still early days. I think he'll want to make contact with us sooner rather than later. He's got to get in contact with Katie at some stage." "Unless he's done something silly." "I know what you're thinking, dear." Malcolm reached over and patted Janice's knee. "I cannot see him doing anything foolish. Really? Can you?" "I just don't know what to think. Do you think it's round the village yet?" "I think you can be sure that it is by now." He decided not to tell her about the conversation Patricia had heard in the village shop the day before. "How can I face people?" "There are worse things than having a son who turns out to be gay." "What?" "He might have been arrested for some criminal offense. Or be a drug taker, or even a drug dealer, or some other sort of criminal. I think it could be a lot worse." "But you know what Whitgest is like when it comes to some juicy gossip." "It lived with the Squire and the blacksmith. I think it'll be a nine day wonder." "But it's going to feel a lot longer than nine days for us. What makes it so bad, is Katie, and the baby on the way." "True. But at least we know that Katie took matters into her own hands over that, and did not talk it over with Kev." "But we cannot go round the village telling people that." "Do many in the village know she's pregnant?" "I told all those who were present at the barbeque." "That means it will be right round the village." "Mal, what are we to say to Michael and Stephen?" "I think we have to tell them the whole story, don't you?" "Yes, but when? How? "They will be coming next weekend. We can tell them then." "Separately? With Lois and Paula? I presume you're not including the grandchildren in your revelations?" "No, not the grandchildren, obviously. But I think we should tell the four adults together. They will have questions. We may want to discuss the whole thing as a family." "Yes, it affects them almost as much as it affects us." "I think it will be very interesting to see their reactions. Whether they both react in the same way." "Mal, sometimes I think you regard all this as some sort of clinical exercise!" exploded Janice. They rode the next few miles in silence. When they arrived home in Whitgest Janice immediately went and put the kettle on to make a cup of tea. Malcolm brought their luggage in, and went to the telephone and lifted the receiver to see if there were any messages. There were a couple of calls from friends, and a call from the vicar, Bruce Perkins, hoping that they were all right. Then he heard Kevin's halting voice. He listened carefully before calling out. "There's a message from Kevin on the answerphone, Jan." Janice came running thorough from the kitchen and grabbed the receiver. "You'll have to listen to all the other messages first," said Malcolm. "I'll go and finish making the tea." A couple of minutes later Janice came through into the kitchen. "At least he's alive. He says he's all right. I wish we could get in touch. Now we're back here, I wish that more than ever." Malcolm's face burst into a broad smile. "I've just thought of something. It's foolish of me not to have thought of it before. I don't think I want to ring him up. It'd be difficult for both of us . But I could send him a text message." Janice refused to have anything to do with mobile phones. She dismissed them as a modern gadget, like the computer, as she'd managed quite well without them all her life. "That's sending a typed message isn't it?" "Yea. I've only done it a few times. But we could work out what to say." Janice got out the biscuit tin, and they sat down in the kitchen and started to work out what to send to Kevin. That did not take long. Though Malcolm felt he was all fingers and thumbs he soon was pressing the `send' button. "Dear Kevin. Thanks for message, and letting us know you are all right. We love you, and if there is anything we can do... Love Mum and Dad." They decided to ring Katie the next day, after the Gledhills had left. *** Janice stirred into life when Malcolm brought the tray with the pot of tea on it into the bedroom. "Sleep better?" asked Malcolm. "Yes, much better." "You going to church this morning?" "No I don't think so. I feel tired; but to be quite honest, I don't want to face people yet." "I understand; but we'll have to sooner or later. We cannot become reclusives." They had a quiet day, catching up on things that needed to be done in the house and garden, but their thoughts were centred on the new situation, and frequently their conversation went back over the same old things. *** The Gledhills left York in the early afternoon. Katie stood at the door and waved them off. "I hope she'll be all right, there on her own," said Anne. "She'll be fine. She lived in that house alone when her husband was in New Zealand." "And the locks have been changed so Kevin cannot get into her without her knowing." "He's got to make contact sooner or later. I wish I could see him, I'd certainly give him a piece of my mind. Of all the filthy tricks..." "Yes, dear. But concentrate on your driving." Though Anne felt equally strongly, the last thing she wanted was yet another diatribe from her husband. The rest of the afternoon was a busy time for Katie. No work had been done in the house for several days, and more people than usual had been in and out. She stripped the bed in which her parents had slept, and put the duvet cover and other items into the washing machine. Just before turning the machine on she remembered the bedclothes in the small spare room. She went upstairs, and with distaste removed the items that needed washing. She tidied the kitchen, and put things back into their right places. She ran the cleaner over the carpet in the downstairs rooms and hall. Then she got herself a light meal. It was when she sat exhausted in an easy chair that her thoughts began to catch up with her. The enormity of her predicament came crushing down on her. In an hour on Wednesday afternoon her life had changed. Though there had been a distancing from Kevin, it was not that great. Not great enough to stop her starting the baby. Now her husband had shown himself to be a lover of men. The thought that the penis that had penetrated her had also penetrated the bottom [and that was the word she thought, not a cruder or more biologically correct word] of another man caused her to shudder with disgust. She would not have Kevin back, in any circumstances. Even if he wanted to return to her. Then there was the baby growing inside. She was going to be one of those despised `one parent families'. How would she be able to look her neighbours in the face. They did not even yet know that she was pregnant. There would be some counting on fingers, wondering whether the baby was Kevin's or some other man's. How would she manage with a baby. She had a good job. Would she be able to pay for someone to look after the baby when her maternity leave came to an end? She wondered whether Kevin would willingly contribute to the upbringing of the child. Fathers were having to contribute more, but there were widely circulating stories of men who evaded, or minimised, their responsibilities. On the other hand would Kevin want to have access to the child? That would be hard. She sat twisting and turning in the chair as all these things went through her mind. In the middle of her reverie the phone rang. It was Janice, "We've heard from Kevin." "Where is he?" "He doesn't say. He's says he's sorry for the upset and shock he's caused us. And wonders if we still want to keep in touch with him and that he'd understand if we didn't." There was silence from York for a moment. "Is it terrible of me I don't want him back. I was just thinking..." She paused. "I don't know how to put it. How we made the baby has also been done in a disgusting filthy way with a man." "I can understand your feelings, Katie dear. I just cannot understand how he could do it. I thought he loved you a great deal." "I think he did when we got married. But more recently that love has lessened. I am more and more sure of that." "Do you want us to let you know if we hear from him again? Oh, I forgot to say, Malcolm has sent one these text things back to Kevin. He says he does not want to speak to him on the phone at the moment, and that probably Kevin does not want to speak to him else he would have phoned when we were in." "Did he phone when you were both at church?" "No. Mal found the message on the answerphone late last night." She felt she was being economical with the truth. Perhaps they should have phoned straight away. Katie felt hurt that they had not phoned her earlier. It was a disturbed Katie that eventually went up to bed that night. She had a disturbed night's sleep. *** That evening Kevin lay on the bed in the motel. He began to look back over his life. He was sure that his sexual orientation was essentially gay. But when had it all started? His first real sexual contact with a man had been when he was working for those three months in New Zealand. That had been a transforming time for him. But he did not stay thinking about that. He went back, seeking to see if there some clue to his true sexuality in his earliest days. There was certainly nothing in his primary school days. He had attended the local village school. He had enjoyed his time there, making friends in the village. He still would meet some of them over a pint in the Eagle and Child, or up at the cricket ground in the summer. Then the realisation of what had happened struck him afresh. He was certain that none of these erstwhile village friends would want to know him once the news of his sexuality had seeped round the village, as he was sure it would. He turned then to his later school days. He smiled to himself as he remembered an interesting and significant episode that had happened when he was in his last two years at school. There was his friendship with Mark. They had been good friends throughout their school days. In fact Mark had been his closest friend, and had been best man at his wedding. There had been several occasions when they had slept together; but nothing sexual had ever happened. Kevin asked himself the question, `Had he wanted something to happen?' He thought for a long while on that one. He decided that the jury was out on it. The two of them had talked about sex quite frequently, and both knew that the other tossed himself off frequently; but there had never been any mutual, or even simultaneous, masturbation. He remembered, how could he ever forget, the day when he had arrived at school to be greeted by a Mark who was grinning like a Cheshire cat. `You look pleased with yourself. What? Have you got an A for that history essay?' `No. Something far better than that.' `What then? I haven't time to play a guessing game.' `I've gone all the way,' answered Mark, with a grin that did go from ear to ear. `All the way? With a girl?' `Yea, all the way with a girl!' `Who?' Mark hesitated before answering, but there were no secrets between the two boys. He lent forward and whispered in Kevin's ear, `Sharon.' `Sharon who lives next door to you?' Mark nodded, still grinning. `Promise not to tell anyone?' `Of course.' Sharon Robinson lived in Whitgest. Her father was often away, working for months at a time abroad. Her mother was a nurse, and her shifts varied from week to week. Sharon was seventeen, and some three months older than Mark, and six months older than Kevin. Sharon was an attractive girl, with blond hair, blue eyes, and a peaches and cream complexion. She was fun. She joined in with things, and was popular with boys as well as girls. `I've always got on well with Sharon. Yesterday evening we were talking over the garden fence. We often chat together as you know. `I've been to the doctor's again,' she said. `What for?' `I'm having trouble with my periods. So guess what? He's put me on the pill. I've been on it for over a month now.' `So what?' `Well the doctor this afternoon told me I was not to take advantage of being on the pill by sleeping around. He said I may not get pregnant, but I could pick up some nasty diseases.' `Doctor Clarke, is a churchwarden isn't he?' I asked. `Yes, why?' `The vicar follows a hard line, thou shalt not, when it comes to anything to do with sex.' Sharon just laughed. `I don't have to do what he says,' Sharon said, giving me one hell of a sexy smile. `No,' I said and looked her straight in the face. She stood there and smiled at me. `Want to find out what it's like?' Now, Kevin, what full blooded, testosterone filled, young man would turn down an invitation like that?' `So you did it?' Kevin had asked, knowing the answer. `Yea. We went over to her place. Her Mum was working that evening. We went up to her bedroom. We stood looking at each other. `Have you ever done this before?' she asked. `No. You?' She shook her head. `How do we start?' I asked. `I've never seen a man naked. Seen pictures, but not in real life.' `I'm the same as you. Seen pictures, but not the real thing.' We stripped off, Kev. Watching each other the whole time. My cock was as hard as it has ever been. I was shy about taking my pants off, though she could see I was fully up. She stood there starkers. Her breasts and everything! `Go on, don't be shy. Take those pants off, I've taken mine off.' I did. `Cor, it's huge. Will that get inside me?' `Can I feel your ..er..boobs?' I asked. She stepped closer, and I put a hand on her breasts. `What did they feel like?' Kevin had asked. A dreamily look had come into Mark's face. `Warm, soft.' I lent forward and kissed them. `I like that,' she said. Then her hand reached and took hold of my cock. Her hand felt totally different to my own. I nearly shot my load there and then. `Careful, I'll shoot my load if you do much of that.' `What's the liquid at the end? Is it sperm?' `No it is a liquid men produce. It comes out before we shoot our load. It neutralises the acid of the urine, so that the sperm are not killed when it comes down the cock.' We looked at each other, and started kissing. Kev, it was wonderful. A naked girl in my arms. I could feel her breasts against my chest, and she was pushing into me to feel my hard cock. `You lucky sod,' Kevin had remarked. `I put my hand down to feel where my cock had to go. I felt around with a finger, not sure where exactly. She took my hand finger and placed it on her slit.' `What did it feel like?' Kevin had asked. `Warm and soft, and it was getting damp, quite wet. `Sometimes it is a bit difficult to get the cock in the first time,' she said. `How do you know that?' `My Mum told me.' `You talk about these things with your Mum?' `Yes.' Don't you with your Mum or Dad?' `No way.' `Do you with your Mum or Dad?' Mark had asked Kevin. Kevin smiled to himself at the memory. He had never really discussed this sort of thing with either of his parents. His sex education had been from the odd biology lesson at school, and in much more graphic, and in some parts apocryphal detail, from a couple of older lads at school. Kevin's mind went back to that morning at school years before. `Let's see if we can do it,' said Sharon. We both got on her bed. She lay on her back, with her legs wide open. And I got between. But I'd just got my cock against her, and was ready to push it in, when I shot my load. `Oh Mark! So you didn't really do it?' Kevin had said. `Not then. But half an hour later. I got it in, but not for long. A couple of thrusts and I shot again. But we're going to try again tonight.' Kevin had looked at Mark with envy written all over his face. `You lucky sod! You lucky sod!' was all he could say. Each morning for the rest of the week Mark had given Kevin a report on the progress made. Sharon told him that her mother said that it had taken her and her husband some time before they found sex was completely satisfying for them both. It was an evening about a month later when Kevin had received a phone call from Mark. `Have you done that maths prep?' `No. I'm working on it. Those questions are swine.' `Shall we work at it together?' `Okay'. `Come round. I'm here on my tod.' Ten minutes later Kevin was round at Mark's, and the next hour and a quarter was spent in Mark's room in the strenuous use of their grey cells working at three difficult algebraic problems. When they had finished they sat back drinking some of Mark's mother's home made ginger beer. There was a knock on the door. `Come in,' said Mark, wondering who it was. Sharon came in. `The back door was unlocked so I just came in.' She took the couple of steps over to where Mark was sitting and gave him a long lingering kiss. Kevin must have moved, because she turned and with a surprised look on her face saw him sitting there. She hesitated for a fleeting moment, before walking over to Kevin. `If one lovely man gets a kiss, the other one deserves one as well.' She bent over to give Kevin a passionate kiss. As she bent over he got a full view down her cleavage and saw her breasts swinging free. Her lips fastened on his, and he too was given a passionate kiss. `And what are you two young men up to?' `Mathematics of the Algebraic sort, if you must know,' said Mark. `How boring!' Sharon sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her long and shapely legs. She looked from one to the other of the boys. A gleam came into her eyes. `Which of you two men has the biggest cock?' Kevin and Mark looked at each other. They had never seen each other erect, and they were both rather embarrassed. `Have you got a ruler or tape measure, Mark?' He picked up a ruler from his desk, and waved it in the air. `So let's find out here and now.' Sharon was in control. `Go on, get them out. You're not shy, both of you? You're usually eager enough to get yours out when I'm around, Mark.' Slowly, and rather reluctantly, they pulled down their zips, and watching and matching each others progress, they extracted their hardening penises. `That's better,' said Sharon by way of encouragement. `They look much the same size, we will have to measure.' She knelt down in front of Mark, and the view down her front completed the hardening process. She took his cock in her hand and placed the ruler alongside. `I can't do it accurately with your trousers on. Take them off, both of you.' By this time boy boys were giggling in some embarrassment. Again watching each other they took off their trousers and lowered their pants. Sharon beckoned to Kevin to step closer, and she proceeded to hold and measure Mark's cock. `Six and a quarter, no it's a bit more. I can't do it properly with your shirt flopping around. Take them off as well.' When both boys stood stark naked before her she carefully measured them both. Kevin too was treated with a another view down her cleavage at the firm young breasts. The final verdict that the cocks were the same size. Six and one eighth inches. Sharon stood up, and looked at them both. `Two lovely young men.' She looked at Kevin. `I bet Mark has told you what we do!' Kevin had blushed and then nodded. `Have you ever done it with a girl?' Kevin shook his head, `No.' She gave Mark a quick glance, `Want to?' Kevin, in turn gave Mark a quick glance before muttering, `Yes, please.' With a broad smile on her face, Sharon simply said, `Good', and proceeded to undress. This did not take long as all she was dressed in was a frock, and shoes. Kevin was already aware that she was wearing no bra, but now realised she was wearing no knickers! He thought she had probably come round, knowing Mark's parents were out, and hoping for a session. She obviously thought that if one young man was good, two would be better. `I'll show you the way,' said Mark to Kevin. Sharon got onto Mark's bed, and lay on her back, and opened her legs in the time honoured missionary position. `There are many different ways of doing it,' she said to Kevin. Mark got on to the bed, and proceeded to fuck Sharon. As Kevin thought back over that time, he remembered how he had thought how good the two of them looked together. He remember thinking `How beautiful!' as the muscles in Mark's buttocks tightened and eased as he thrust in and out of Sharon. In fact he thought they were every bit as beautiful as Sharon's breasts. On that midsummer's evening in his motel room, Kevin thought for a while, about his feelings about both Sharon and Mark as he had watched them copulating on Mark's bed. They were both beautiful. He had looked forward to touching, holding and kissing Sharon's breasts. But there was Mark's buttocks, equally beautiful, and were they equally enticing, asking to be touched, held, and even kissed? He remembered that he had been quite surprised at these thoughts that had come so suddenly into his mind. But that was not the only significant thing that had happened with Sharon and Mark. It had not been long before Mark had climaxed. It had then been Kevin's turn, but it was much like Mark's first time; except that he did get his cock into Sharon, but he was no sooner in before he lost control. `You will soon get the hang of it,' said Mark; and Sharon was full of encouragement. The next eighteen months had been a time of great sexual activity for Kevin. Sharon was insatiable, and the two young men were not much less so. Sharon enjoyed both the boys, just a twosome, or a threesome, whatever was possible. They experimented with various positions. Sharon was one who wanted to be fully satisfied. She quickly taught the men how to bring her to her climax. She would repeatedly climax, and when one lad passed the point of no return the other would take over. They reckoned they needed just twenty minutes to half an hour to be ready again. All three got their driving licences in the course of those eighteen months, and parental cars could be borrowed. This meant they could go further afield, and even use the car in the colder weather when there was no house available. In the warmer months they often found a secluded corner of a field where they engaged in their favourite activity. There was one day which especially came into Kevin's memory. He was watching Mark as he lay on his back with Sharon riding him. She knew how to bring herself to her orgasm, and to keep Mark just away from his. Kevin, stark naked, was beside them awaiting his turn. He knelt beside them and started fondling and kissing Sharon's breasts. This was nothing unusual. After a few moments he felt Mark's hand feel his thigh, and reach out and hold his cock and feel round and under his balls. Mark had never done this before. It was to Kevin a totally new sensation. It somehow felt different from Sharon's hand in the same place, and certainly different from his own. Different, and possibly better! He had moved slightly so that Mark could do it more easily, and for several minutes he did so. Then Mark came to his climax and Sharon climaxed at the same time. Some days later the roles were reversed, Kevin was on his back with Sharon impaled on his cock, and Mark was fondling her breasts. Kevin decided to do what Mark had done. He reached out to hold Mark's cock. `No!' Mark had said emphatically, and moved out of Kevin's reach. Kevin felt somewhat rejected. Kevin as he recollected these events years later, as he sat in his motel room. wondered what all that had signified. Had he in his late teens wanted to have some sort of sexual encounter with Mark. He knew that he had felt hurt that Mark had said, no. *** The threesome friendship had lasted until Mark and Kevin went up to different Universities, and Sharon had moved away as her father had got a settled job in another part of the country. Years later the news percolated back to Whitgest that Sharon was now a vicar's wife! *** To be continued. There will be eleven chapters. If you want to comment on the story then do contact me on Jeffyrks@hotmail.com. I aim to reply to all messages.