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Tommy's First Year at College Pt. 01

By: WittePiet



This new series covers the stories of Tommy Singleton-Scarborough and Dom and Sandro and their daughters. There is both gay and straight sex.

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Chapter 1 Tommy enters Saint Boniface's College

When Thomas Albert Singleton-Scarborough matriculated at Saint Boniface's College, Camford, it was actually the first time that he had left home on his own since he had been adopted at the age of ten, apart from short stays with relatives. The brutal treatment that he had been subjected to by his biological parents had led to his new parents being rather over-protective. He had gone to school in Camford at Winton College School, and now here he was starting at University in his home town. Not many students start at a college a five-minute bus ride from their home. But his parents had made it clear to him that while he was welcome to call in at home at any time, they really hoped that they would not see him again until the end of the Martinmas Term. He was now eighteen, and it was time for him to learn to live independently. He would get all his meals provided in college, so they had no worries about his diet and he had a generous allowance of £1000 per month, which was essentially pocket money for him to buy clothes and books, entertainment and drink. They had enrolled him as a member of the Camford Men's Fitness Centre, so that he could go swimming whenever he had time. But Tommy was rather a loner, and his fathers feared that he might have difficulty in making friends and settling as a student.

Tommy had excellent grades in his A Levels in Latin, Greek, French and Italian and was to study the first two languages for his first two years at University. He had been uneasy at first about applying to a college of which both his parents were honorary fellows, but as the subjects he was studying were far removed from their fields of interest (David taught singing and Jon first-year chemistry), it was decided that no conflict of interest could possibly arise. His brother Luke had studied at Buckingham College, but many people regarded that men-only college as a place for gays, and since puberty, because of his family background, Tommy had avoided anything that might suggest gayness. His interview at Boni's, as the college was usually referred to, had been something of a formality, since he had good grades and the college was anxious to have some male students studying classics.

As a preliminary to his going up to university, there had been an intensive and very enjoyable three weeks of the summer in which his two fathers had given him instruction on how to drink sensibly and how to appreciate beer and wine. "You will spend a surprising amount of time at university drinking, and it's important that you should do something that is basically very enjoyable in a way that does not damage your health and does not interfere with your work," his father David, whom he called Dad, told him. "The other thing is that you should learn to appreciate and enjoy proper beer and not the gassy rubbish that many of your age-group consume! The multiplicity of pubs in the town, the variety of small breweries in Camfordshire and the diversity of their products means that a pub crawl in Camford is a very enjoyable was of spending an evening."

Taking advantage of his position as a Fellow, David had given Tommy a detailed tour of the college, including many parts that undergraduates do not normally see. He showed him the beer cellar, which was open daily at lunchtime, but only for a couple of hours in the evening. "You won't meet me or your Pop in here," David told him. "Most tutors avoid drinking here. You might meet research fellows and non-teaching staff here, but it is an unwritten rule that those involved in undergraduate teaching do their drinking elsewhere. We have recently got a bar selling decent beer in the Senior Common Room, so now the non-gin-and-tonic drinkers no longer have to go out to a pub! That in itself was somewhat risky, because pubs are much frequented by students, especially the Lion, which is the nearest pub to the college. The beer cellar sells two good traditional draught beers, as well as one fizzy rubbish beer that has had all the flavour removed from it by pasteurization. Camford is an excellent place to drink beer, as long as you don't overdo the alcohol." 

"That's something I hope I will never do," said Tommy. "My birth father was always at his most brutal when he had had a lot to drink." This remark startled David, because it was not often that Tommy mentioned the cruelty and abuse that he had suffered before he had run away from home and been rescued by his gay cousin Sandro and Sandro's boyfriend Dom Overton.

Tommy had been brought up to consider homosexuality normal. Both his two fathers and his adoptive brother Luke were gay, but his fathers had always emphasized to him that his background was no reason why he should not be a heterosexual adolescent, and indeed when he was in the sixth form at school he had spent a lot of time with Beatrice Semperamini, his auntie Caterina's granddaughter, but had not met anyone who really attracted him. Beatrice had made it clear to him however that after her term had started at Islip College, she did not want to see him during term time. He sometimes wondered if the rather crude way that his parents talked at home had in some way diminished his personal attractiveness to women, but decided that calling a spade a spade was in no way offensive except to persons with an exceptionally delicate upbringing. He had never been taught to use baby-words or euphemisms for parts of the body below the waist or for the natural functions that involve those lower parts of the body. So he habitually thought in four-letter words, or at least traditional Anglo-Saxon words.

A major change in Boni's since his cousin Sandro had been a student was that since all but one of the staircases in the college now had en-suite bathroom facilities, the need to segregate men and women on separate staircases no longer existed, and the college had started gradually making all the staircases co-educational, except the single staircase with communal bathrooms, which remained men only. It was thought that mixed staircases might make the residential parts of the college less noisy in the evenings, and this had proved to be the case. There had been a lengthy discussion about whether duplex rooms (which shared a sitting-room and bathroom) should remain single sex, or whether couples should be allowed to share a bathroom. Eventually it was decided that because there was no evidence that academic performance was adversely affected by male and female students sharing, mixed duplex rooms should be permitted to those who wanted them. The take-up was not massive, but several couples who were items, same-sex as well as mixed sex, opted to share each year. The remaining duplex rooms were then assigned to freshmen students.

The trees in Jesserod Meadow were showing their autumn colours as one misty October morning early in the twenty-first century, Tommy climbed out of his fathers' 4x4 outside Saint Boniface's and the two them carried his luggage into the porter's lodge. Then David, who was driving, left him and went home.

The first thing that Tommy did when he staggered through the college quad with suitcase and backpack to his staircase, number XIX, was to look at the list of names inside the front door. Of the ten rooms on three floors, five were occupied by men, and five by women. His room was on the top floor along with two others and the other two were both assigned to women. He was glad about this as it meant, he hoped, that it would be quieter on the top floor. His room had a magnificent view. It was high enough to see not only the whole of the college quad, but over the roofs to the dreaming spires of the Camford churches and colleges.

Chapter 2 Carol enters Saint Boniface's College

Later that day, Carol Hampton arrived at Boni's from Camford station in a cab. The driver helped her to unload two large suitcases and a backpack at the college lodge, and then drove off. She staggered into the lodge and the porter told her that she was on staircase XIX and showed her where the mail pigeonhole was. She asked to leave two of her bags in the lodge while she found her room. As she crossed the quad to staircase XIX, a young man emerged from it. He saw her approaching and asked if he could help her with her bag. She agreed gratefully and said that she was in room 9. "That's on the top floor, next to mine," the boy said. As they climbed the stairs, Carol noticed his lithe figure, his small round compact arse in his relatively skinny jeans, and his short, crew-cut dark hair. What she saw pleased her. She unlocked her door and he carried her suitcase into the room. The ancient stairs had prevented them from using the suitcase wheels. 

"There's another two items in the lodge," she told him. 

"Right, shall we go and get them then?" he asked. 

'This boy went to a private boys' school,' she thought. 'He's too well-mannered to have gone to a comprehensive.' She knew from her own experience that teenagers of either sex are not particularly well-mannered. As they walked back across the quad, she had a better view of his face. Unusually for a boy of his age, he was well shaven. Clearly he shaved daily. She looked lower down. His tight jeans revealed an interesting bulge between his legs. They collected the other suitcase and the backpack and took them back to her room. 

"Before you start to unpack," the boy asked, "would you like a cup of tea? I got here this morning, and I've had time to unpack. My fathers told me about all the things that I would need, so I've already got a kettle." She said yes, so he went next door and she heard him fill a kettle and plug it in. He returned and asked about milk and sugar and a few minutes later reappeared with two mugs of tea.

As they drank the tea, he looked at Carol appraisingly. She looked quite attractive. She was tall, slim and with dark curly hair. "How did you manage to get here so quickly from the station?" he asked. "There must have been a queue a mile long for taxis." 

"I grabbed a baggage trolley and moved all the stuff as quickly as possible down in the lift and through the subway and I was very near the front of the taxi queue!" she said. Clearly she was a disciplined and well organised female. When she had finished drinking tea, she said to him, "Well, thank you very much!" in a dismissive sort of way.

"What's your name and what are you reading?" he asked her. 

"Carol Hampton," she replied. "And I'm reading geography. What about you?"

"I'm Thomas Singleton-Scarborough, but most people call me Tommy," he answered. "I'm reading classical languages. Well," he said, "I must go and let you get on with unpacking."

...

Classical languages was a traditional field of study at Camford, and the Classics tutor at Boni's was excellent. Even so, the number of students in Boni's who elected to do Latin and Greek in the twenty-first century was quite small. There were four freshmen reading classical languages that year. Dr Featherstone organized his teaching so that each first-year student had a one-to-one tutorial each week, and a group tutorial every two weeks. This, together with four lectures per week in each language comprised the total contact hours for the first year. However, they were expected to read eight classical books per term. The face-to-face tutorials did not only involve writing essays, there were also translation exercises, especially of difficult authors like Livy. 

In his first group session, Dr Featherstone said to them, "You will often be asked why you are studying such a useless subject as Classical Languages. The answer is that it is a field of study designed to exercise the MIND. The complex grammar of both languages, and the fact that Greek has a strange alphabet, are designed to stretch your memories and your minds and the texts you will study will develop your critical faculties. These skills will be useful, not just if you go on to study other languages, but also in the world of work. Also, it will open your minds to the entertaining world of ancient pornography! The ancients were very uninhibited in their discussion of sexual practices, and that is an aspect of study that will not have been dealt with in your schoolwork!"

Chapter 3 The chapel choir

Tommy saw no more of Carol for a couple of days, and then on the Friday evening there was a recruiting session for new members of the college chapel choir. Tommy's father David had encouraged him to join the choir. He told him that it would be a valuable musical exercise and that he would meet interesting people and that of course at the same time, he was serving God. "I hold the record" he said "for the longest serving undergraduate member of St Boniface's chapel choir. I was in the choir for no less than seven years during both my first degree and my Ph.D.", and he had shown Tommy the engraved tankard he had been given by the then President of Boni's when he had finally retired from the choir. 

There were four men and seven women interested in joining the choir, which sang once weekly on Sundays for Evening Prayer, and had a weekly practice on Thursday evenings. One of the women was Carol, who sang alto. The Organ Scholar, who was also choirmaster, auditioned the eleven candidates, and all passed, having in most cases had previous singing experience. Tommy was a tenor. They then went on to rehearse an anthem for the first Sunday of term. The tradition of the chapel for many years had been to specialize in pre-nineteenth century music. The most recent composer of church music in their repertoire was Samuel Sebastian Wesley. But before they could sing the following Sunday, Tommy attended the 8 am eucharist, celebrated by the Chaplain. To his surprise, Carol was there and they went into breakfast together afterwards.

First-year students who attended chapel were allowed to go into formal dinner on Sunday nights, whereas the rest of the week they joined the other freshmen in the informal self-service dinner. The consequence of this is that the choir tended to sit together at formal dinner, at which the senior members of the college dined at high table and the Bible Clerk or Senior Scholar said grace in Latin. After dinner, the choir usually had coffee in the Junior Common Room before spending the rest of the evening at one or other of the numerous Camford pubs.

The girls in the choir were more abstemious than the men. Even the men however did not regard their Sunday night drinking as an opportunity to get drunk. Most confined themselves to a couple of pints. After all, most Camford students were not as wealthy as Tommy, who in addition to a generous parental allowance, had money of his own, inherited from Jon's mother. Jon was his cofather, David's civil partner.

Chapter 4 Tommy and Carol's first date

Carol had been surprised to meet Tommy at the early eucharist in chapel. Many of the choir members were in it for love of music rather than love of God. But she guessed from his demeanour in chapel that he had a deep religious faith. After a few weeks she noticed that he seemed to be a bit of a loner. He did not get visitors in his college room and he did not seem to go out much in the evenings. 

Carol was a lover of music and one day, having noticed in the lodge a notice about an upcoming classical concert, she knocked on Tommy's door and asked him if he was interested in going to it. He accepted gratefully and said, "I'll pay for both tickets. It will be so nice to have company to go to a concert with!" Carol realized that he was a bit lonely, though why he should be, she couldn't guess. 

"I'll tell you what, why don't we sign out of dinner and eat before the concert? I know lots of good places to eat!" he said, to her surprise.

"OK!" she said. She wondered where he would take her.

The following Tuesday, duly signed out, they walked from college the short distance to the Venezia restaurant. Carol was surprised when Tommy was greeted by the waiter, who said in Italian, "Buona sera, Signor, would you like your fathers' table?"

"Si, Paolo, per favore!" replied Tommy. "We are going on to a concert after the meal, so we will have to drink wine by the glass," he said in Italian. "But I guess that we can begin with a glass of Prosecco each," he said to Carol in English, "while we look at the menu." He smiled happily at her. She was amazed that on familiar ground he was much more relaxed. It seemed as if he had poorly developed social skills. "Don't choose pasta or pizza," he advised her. "There are lots of much more interesting Italian dishes." 

They enjoyed the meal. With a glass of Prosecco inside him, Tommy became much more confident, as well as more chatty. He explained that since he had been adopted he had come here regularly in his teenage years with his fathers. He smiled happily at Carol and she realized that he was enjoying her company, and she was impressed that he knew enough Italian to speak it to the waiters. She also thought that his smile made him look really sweet. She wondered if maybe she was beginning to fancy him.

Realistically, they only had time for two courses. But there was enough time for two glasses of wine each and an espresso before they left. Tommy paid the bill with his credit card.

The concert was in the town hall, and featured a well known orchestra, with a programme that included a Mozart piano concerto. About half way through the concert, Tommy gently got hold of her hand. She let him hold it, without making any resistance, because she found herself enjoying it. As they walked back to the college together, he said to her. "Would you be interested in going to concerts regularly? There are a lot of small chamber music concerts in Camford, some of which are very good. I hate going to concerts on my own, and you so obviously enjoy classical music, which not many of our age group do. Of course, having a father who was an opera singer, I've been exposed to a lot of music during adolescence. There's a string quartet performing in Q College next Wednesday. It's at 8 pm, so we wouldn't need to sign out of dinner, unless you wanted to of course."

"I'd love to, Tommy," she said. "We've got a field trip next Wednesday afternoon, but I'll be back in time for dinner, so we'll eat in college."

"Meet me in the beer-cellar then, and we'll go into hall together."

Carol found herself looking forward to her date the following week. This guy Tommy was an interesting person, as well as sharing some of her interests. 

And what about Tommy himself? How did he feel about this girl? He just felt grateful that a girl had noticed him. Although he enjoyed his studies, he was conscious that he was not enjoying Camford as much as he should. In addition to the chapel choir, he had joined the Camford Bach choir and spent one night a week practising with them. The idea of dating someone regularly appealed to him, because he did not make friends easily.

Chapter 5 A death and new titles

One Monday morning, Alessandro Ovenden-Mascagnoli walked with his twin eleven-year-old adopted daughters to the station at Womble. Having kissed them goodbye and put them on to the train for Cheltenham, where they were at school, he crossed to the opposite platform and waited for a train to take him to work in Swindon. The girls' other father, his gay partner Dominic, who usually walked them to the train was away at the bedside of his dying grandfather. The train was almost full, but Sandro, as everyone called him, managed to find a seat, and fifteen minutes later stepped out of the train in Swindon and walked the short distance to the offices of Rail-UK, where he was working on planning the signalling system for the new high-speed railway line HS2, only the second long distance line to be built in England for over a hundred years. He had worked for the company for about ten years and was now established in a fairly well-paid senior position. Sandro was Italian by birth, but had lived in England since he went up to Camford University at the age of nineteen to read engineering. He and Dom, as everyone called his lover, had been civil partners ever since he had got his Ph.D. 


Tommy's First Year at College Pt. 01



Sandro was just about to leave his desk for the office canteen at lunchtime, when his cellphone rang. It was Dom, ringing from his grandfather's estate in Yorkshire with the news that his grandfather the Marquess had just died. "Robert and I as well as Michael were with him when he died. He was quite chatty and cheerful before the end, and he was especially glad that he had been able to die at home. He asked me to give you his love and warned me not to let you down. Robert and I are both rather upset. He was a wonderful old man! I will be here for another couple of days until my father gets here to take charge of the funeral arrangements," he said. "It will be quite some time before the funeral, because my grandfather wanted a special coffin for burial in the family vault, and it may need to be specially made. Fortunately, with modern refrigeration facilities, delaying funerals is not a problem. But it means, my darling boy, that you will have the job of telling the girls that their great-grandfather has died, and that as a result they now have the titles of Lady Anne and Lady Jane Overton-Mascagnoli!" 

"And you, my loving stud-boy are now Earl of Batley!"

"Yes, and my father is the thirteenth Marquess. We all move up one degree in the peerage!"

"I can't break the news to the girls over the phone, Sandro replied. "I will ring the headmistress and see if I can call in and see them during their private study period tonight. If I can, then I'll go through to Cheltenham on the train after work."

Having had a sympathetic hearing from the headmistress, Sandro arrived at the school about 7 pm. The headmistress had arranged for the twins to see him in her private sitting room. The girls were sad, but not desolated, when Sandro told them that the old Marquess had died. He told them that the date had not yet been fixed for the funeral, but that they did not need to go. Their education was more important, and they had not been close to the old man, unlike their two fathers. But then he said to them, "Because of a recent Royal Warrant, even though you are adopted, you will now get the title of 'Lady' before your names." 

The girls were rather excited by this news. "We'll be like Shazzer Bosworth," said Jane. "Her real name is Lady Anastasia Bosworth!" 

"Well, I must say goodbye to your ladyships and let you get on with your prep. We'll see you at the weekend, by which time your Dad may be back home." 

Sandro went back to Womble, and sat down to a late dinner that Elizabeth Hambleton, their housekeeper, had kept hot for him. She was sorry to hear of the death of her former landlord.

Chapter 6 From the Daily Messenger of July 20, 20—

Obituary

The Marquess of Wakefield

Henry Thomas Francis Overton, twelfth Marquess of Wakefield, died on June 29, aged 90. After reading Classical Studies at St Boniface's College, Camford, he served in the Royal Guards for several years before taking his seat in the House of Lords, where he was an active speaker and defender of country life and agriculture. He served on a large number of public and charitable organizations including the Country Landowners' Union, the Historic Houses Protection Trust, the Disabled Servicemen's Help Society, the Yorkshire Medical Research Fund and the Royal Society for the Preservation of the Countryside. He was a benefactor of his old college and presented its library with a valuable collection of mediaeval manuscripts and incunabula amassed by his ancestors. He was admitted as Knight Grand Cross of the Order of the Bath in 2001. He married Angela Northerby in 19—. She predeceased him. He leaves a son, Edmund Richard Overton, Earl of Batley, who succeeds to the title.

Chapter 7 Lord Wakefield's funeral and a new house

Two weeks after he died, the funeral service for Dom's grandfather took place in the chapel at Getheringthwaite Hall. Dom's parents, the new Marquess and Marchioness, led the mourners. Others who attended included Dom's two brothers and their fiancées, Dom and Sandro, Robert the Marquess's lover, Mrs Harrison the housekeeper, many employees and former employees of the estate, Colonel Ramsbottom the Estate Manager, most of the inhabitants of the village of Getheringthwaite and Tim Ingledown, the Ovenden family's lawyer and financial adviser. All the men wore black suits and the women by family custom black dresses and black veils. Sandro was wearing a suit by Giorgio Armani. Dom, out of respect for family tradition, wore a suit from the family tailors Fanthorpe and Crowley of Savile Row. Now that Sandro was financially independent, earning his own living, he could indulge his liking for fashionable clothes.

The service was led by the vicar of Getheringthwaite, who had given the old lord the last rites. There were no major eulogies: the vicar briefly summarized the late lord's life, without mentioning the Marquess's happy last few years in the blissful companionship of Robert, to everyone's relief. Then Dom courageously said a few words to express his gratitude that the late Marquess had been so welcoming and supportive to his grandson and his partner, and allowed for a smooth transition of the estate away from the title for at least a generation. 

Lord Wakefield was laid to rest in the family vault, which was a sealed crypt under the seventeenth-century chapel. He had chosen instead of a lead coffin, which is the norm for crypt burials, a heavy-gauge aluminium coffin with a plastic coating to retard oxidation of the metal. This was lighter and easier to get down the steps into the crypt and much cheaper than a lead coffin would have been. The coffin bore a plate with the old lord's name and dates of birth and death and was laid on a stone slab beside that of his late wife. After a final sprinkling of the coffin with holy water, the ministers and pall-bearers climbed back into the chapel, and the entrance to the vault was sealed. 

At the conclusion of the service, the guests filed into the portrait gallery and lined up to offer their condolences to the new Marquess and Lady Wakefield before adjourning to the state dining room for a substantial lunch with wine or beer. The old lord had insisted in his will on a proper meal for all the mourners. A firm of caterers had been used, because the number of guests vastly exceeded the capacity of Mrs Harrison's kitchen. 

Late in the afternoon, when all except the family had left, Tim Ingledown read the old Marquess's will. Robert got a life tenancy of a house on the estate rent-free, and Dom and his youngest brother, Lord Richard got £50K each. The rest of the estate and the Hall went of course to Lord Michael Overton, but Lord Batley, Dom and Lord Richard each got low-rent life-tenancies of houses on the estate, which would facilitate visits to Getheringthwaite without burdening Lord Michael and his staff with visitors. Lord Batley had controlled the trust that held the majority of the family assets for more than ten years, in an attempt to reduce tax liabilities. The 25% of the assets that had originally been held by Dom had been transferred to his brother Michael when Dom had become Sandro's civil partner, leaving Dom with a small annual family income of £20K, but dependent on his job to keep his and Sandro's family. He was quite happy for the bulk of the family assets to go to his brother. Indeed Lord Batley, now the new Marquess, also planned to reduce his share of the family wealth as soon as Michael and his wife had a son. 

The next day, in spite of Lady Wakefield's uneasiness, all the family visited the Ovenden Arms in the village for lunch. As Lord Wakefield explained to the landlord, life had to go on. By now Sandro was fully comfortable with his noble relatives, and got on well with Dom's two brothers and was accepted by Lady Wakefield as another son. He and his father would often speak Italian together. 

The boys were staying at the Hall, and had a splendid ancient double bed to share. "This is probably the last time that we stay in the Hall. Hopefully by Christmas our new cottage will be ready, and we must have a few days here, weather permitting," said Dom. "I will try and get up here in October and see how the work is going. I can stay at the pub." Sandro made no direct reply. He was busy cuddling up to his partner.

"Come on stud-boy. I want you!" With this he put his arms round Don and began to undress him. Having got his shirt and trousers off, he made Dom lie on his belly and he began to smother Dom's arse with kisses. The curve of Dom's cheeks felt delicious on his lips and he pushed his face into Dom's crack and lifted him up so that get access to his starfish. The mixed scent of sweat and Storing pour homme intoxicated him. "Before I met you, I begged Jonathan to buy me Storing pour homme for Christmas," he said. "It was the very beginning of me coming out as gay. Oh, Dom, although Anne and Jane are sweet and precious to me, it's you whom I love more than anyone else on earth." He resumed his attention to Dom's rear entrance and lubricated it copiously with saliva before unscrewing the tube of gel. He then inserted his fingers successively into Dom's fuck-hole and stretched it gently before applying the lube. By now Dom was moaning with pleasure.

"You are more to me than money or titles and honours," he said. "If I could transfer my title to Michael, I would do it, but even if I were to disclaim the peerage when I inherit it, he would not get it until I was dead. Fortunately, I can have you as well as the title, even if I can't make you a peeress!" 

"You're sweet, but never mind that, let's get down to business!" said Sandro, and pulled a condom on to his tool, which was copiously oozing precome. He made Dom turn over and spread his legs, resting his feet on Sandro's shoulders. Sandro pushed his tool hard into Dom's anus, past the tightness of Dom's ring, and entered the moist warmth of his gut. 

"Screw the shit out of me, my darling Italian slut!" whispered Dom as Sandro bent forward and kissed Dom's lips and face. Sandro obliged and set to work, initially with some violence before slowing down. When his climax finally came, he felt that his emission of seed resembled the transfer of what his brother Luke called divine love or grace and for a moment felt quite religious as he saw the love and joy in his partner's eyes. He wrapped his arms tightly round Dom and kept kissing him until he felt his limp tool slipping out of Dom's body. He took Dom's legs off his shoulders and lowered himself on top of his partner and began to rub his belly against Dom's hard tool, which was dripping precome. Together they rubbed their bellies against one another until Dom came violently and squirted his jism all over the pair of them. They then hastily got off the bed and cleaned themselves up. "Thank you for that blissful buggery!" whispered Dom, as, clasped in each other's arms, they curled up and went to sleep.

Before they left Getheringthorpe, the boys saw Colonel Ramsbottom and chose their house. It was very secluded on the edge of dense woodland. It was a converted shooting lodge that had been enlarged to a three-bedroomed cottage. The present tenant, who had been an estate worker, was a widower who was retiring and going to live with his daughter. The house needed a lot of work to modernize the facilities (including soundproofing the flimsy lath-and-plaster bedroom walls!), and the work would begin as soon as the tenant moved out. The men were jointly covering the costs of conversion with the Overton estate. It seemed a shame that the house could not be used for an estate employee, as inevitably as a second home for the men and the twins, it would only be occupied for a few weeks per year. But the other estate workers all preferred to live in the village. The men got a plan of the house so that Mrs Hambleton could choose the kitchen fittings. Returning to Getheringthwaite, even if only for a couple of weeks per year, would no longer be an embarrassment to her, as her niece, the girls' biological mother, had long since left the area.

Chapter 8 The second date

On their second date, Tommy met Carol in the beer cellar as arranged. Carol experienced a feeling of pleasure as she came down the steps and saw Tommy waiting at the bar. He smiled at her, and her heart gave a bump. 'How on earth can I feel like this?' she wondered, 'I scarcely know this guy. He might be a thoroughly deceitful, nasty person.' 

"What would you like to drink?" he asked. "You don't have finish it down here. We can always finish it with our meal." She asked for a half of cider, and seemed to enjoy the traditional cider that the college sold, in spite of the fact that 'rough cider' as it is called, is very sour. Tommy had a pint of West London Bitter, one of the local brews. 

They took their half-finished drinks upstairs, collected their food and sat next to one another on the backless benches that Camford colleges provide for their students to sit on for meals. Tommy sniffed with pleasure at her perfume. She used little, if any, makeup, but the perfume was really intoxicating. Tommy did not use male fragrances. His brother and his cousin Sandro and Sandro's partner Dom used 'Storing pour homme' a Belgian perfume widely used among gay men. For that reason, Tommy avoided perfume! After eating they decided to defer coffee until after the concert and strolled through the streets of the city to Q College and paid their admission. The concert was to be held in the college hall, and there was some delay until the hall had been vacated and the bench seats rearranged. 

The concert was excellent, with music by Schubert, Haydn and Mozart and lasted an hour and a half without an interval. It was nearly 11 pm before it finished, and the pair walked back to college hand-in-hand. Tommy had tentatively taken her hand as they left the college, and she had grasped his firmly. This was about the limit of intimacy that he had reached with Beatrice Fabioni after several months of dating, and here he was after two dates holding hands with a girl who liked it, and presumably him! This made him very happy, and he smiled at her fondly. When they got back to Boni's, she invited him to have coffee in her room. She produced an amazingly good double espresso for him with a very fancy-looking Italian coffee machine. (Tommy used a jug to make coffee!). 

They sat and talked for a long time. Carol told him that she came from the north of England and had been to a very distinguished state sixth-form college that prided itself on the number of students it got into Camford and Oxbridge each year. Her father was a parish clergyman and she had been brought up to honour and respect religious belief, although she was not particularly pious herself. She had two elder brothers who had been to Oxbridge, but she had preferred the more specialized course that Camford offered in geography. Tommy told her that his much older brother had read Italian at Buckingham College and now lived in Italy and his sister had read mathematics at Oxbridge. He said that they were all three adopted, as they were the children of two gay men, who had studied at Boni's. "I'm not gay though!" he assured her. 

They talked until after midnight, and when Tommy rose to leave, he whispered to her, "May I kiss you goodnight?" 

She blushed slightly, and Tommy thought she looked sweet as she whispered "OK." He kissed her gently on the lips without lingering, squeezed her hand and departed without delay, but not before Carol had noticed the suspicious bulge in the front of his jeans! That was better evidence that he was straight than any assurances on his part.

Chapter 9 Anne and Jane

Anne and Jane Ovenden-Mascagnoli were now at the age when they were beginning to be self-conscious about being the children of gay parents. When they were younger, they had thought nothing of it, and their great aunt Mrs Hambleton, who was co-guardian with their fathers, and effectively their mother, seemed to take their unusual ménage à trois for granted. It was only since they had gone to boarding school and reached the age of puberty that they had become aware that their household was rather unusual. Mrs Hambleton was rather elderly, and while she was capable of dealing with the practical problems of the girls' menarche, she was scarcely able to give them advice about sex. They found that their fathers were even of less use. Neither had had sexual experience with women and were totally baffled by the mood swings of adolescent girls. Fortunately, because they were weekly boarders at school, they got sound and sympathetic help and advice from their housemistress, who was experienced in such matters because many of the girls were full-time boarders, with parents in the diplomatic service or the military, and of necessity living abroad. 

The fact that their English father, Dom, was the heir to a peerage seemed less unusual to Anne and Jane, because several of the other girls at their expensive private school were the daughters of noblemen. Neither of the girls (they were non-identical twins, and so did not necessarily have a lot in common apart from their birthday) felt alienated by their different family circumstances. Their fathers doted on them and were loving and protective, and really most of their discipline at home came from Mrs Hambleton. Their school was very academic, but also laid much emphasis on sport, and encouraged the girls to be very competitive, both in the classroom and on the sports field. They were not encouraged to fraternize with boys, and for the first three years or so, this did not worry them. But by the time that they were fourteen they became aware of the existence of male human beings, who had things hanging between their legs. If they had lived at Getheringthwaite among horses and dogs, the discovery of the male sex would have occurred much earlier. Country life is not romantic.

By now the village of Womble had become essentially a home for wealthy commuters and their families, so there were quite a lot of teenage boys in the village. The girls were both very attractive, and it was not long before the boys of the village found out that they were at home every weekend. So began a difficult period for their parents. Village boys would come knocking on the door every weekend. The girls were not snobbish and went out with one or two of the more prepossessing youths, but no significant attachments were formed. It was difficult, because both the girls and their fathers wanted to spend time in each others' company at the weekends. Moreover, once a month the whole family in two cars would go to spend the weekend at Paradise Place, Dom's family home in Kent. Occasionally Jane, who was sporty, had a lacrosse fixture on a Saturday, and she would stay at school over the weekend.

Very soon after Dom's father succeeded to the peerage, the College of Arms registered Dom's new coat of arms, which had been his father's until Lord Batley inherited the peerage, when he assumed the undifferenced arms of the head of the Ovenden family. This meant of course that while Sandro's arms were unchanged, their joint shield was changed to contain Dom's three-point heraldic label in place of his previous five-point one.

Chapter 10 A visit to the Pink Panther

After their second date, Tommy and Carol went regularly to concerts, sometimes eating out, sometimes going after dinner in college. Tommy was very slow to progress the physical side of their relationship. He felt that they both needed time to get to know one another. One evening about 9 pm, towards the end of term, Carol came knocking excitedly on Tommy's door. When he opened it, she rushed into the room and kissed him on the lips. "Tommy, please come out for a drink with me. I want to celebrate my father's new job. He's just been appointed Archdeacon of Fitchey." Fitchey was the cathedral city nearest to Camford. "It's a big step up for him and he gets a big pay rise and a fancy new house provided. It's a more difficult job than being a parish priest, but he gets a bit more spare time. But being at Fitchey means that it will be much easier for me to get to Camford, and I will be able pop home for the day at the weekend if I want to."




Tommy's First Year at College Pt. 01



Tommy was quite thrilled. This girl had just kissed him spontaneously. It made him feel very happy. "OK. You arrived at just the right moment. I've just finished this essay. I'll give it a quick read-through in the morning before E-mailing it to my tutor. Where would you like to go?" 

"Not to the Lion. It's getting a bit boring. How about the Pink Panther?" The Pink Panther was Camford's newest pub, working hard to attract the gay clientèle of Camford.

"Do you really want to go to a gay pub?" asked Tommy. "The last time my gay cousin Sandro and his partner were in Camford, they took me there. It was a bit naughty of them, because I was not old enough to drink legally, and they bought me a half pint of bitter, and I had to drink it out of politeness. That was before my fathers trained me to appreciate and enjoy beer. The pub is not too in-your-face gay, because it wants to attract lesbians, who have problems in ordinary pubs, where the clientèle tends to make remarks about dikes if two women go in together."

"Tommy, Tommy, don't be stuffy! You are very uptight sometimes." 

"That's because I don't want you to think that I'm gay. I've not rushed making love to you because I want us to get to know one another properly. I'm not the kind of man who wants to get a woman into bed by their third date. But that doesn't mean that I don't want to! If you really want to go to the Pink Panther, I'll take you." 

"I don't want to go with one of my girlfriends, because I might get mistaken for a lesbian!" 

"Your father's new job is just a pretext, isn't it? You really want to visit this pub! But that kiss that you gave me was so nice that I will do anything for you! Let me just get a coat and scarf: it's too cold to go out in just a hoody."

The Pink Panther seemed to be unable to make up its mind whether to be restrained and dignified, or pink and kitsch. It had two bars that contrasted these two properties, and Tommy was firm that they should go in the restrained bar, which was small and quiet, while the pink bar was large and noisy. They went up to the bar together and Carol insisted on buying the first round. She had her half of rough cider, while Tommy opted for a pint of the pub's own commissioned brew, called Rainbow Gold. To his surprise the beer was excellent. 

They sat down in a corner and Carol smiled happily at Tommy. Seeing this made Tommy himself happy, so much so that he whispered to her "You look sweet!" As this was the nearest to an endearment that he had ever spoken, he felt surprised at his own boldness. He had tried and failed numerous times to analyse his own emotions. He didn't feel that he was in love, but he felt proud and honoured that Carol seemed to like him.

As for Carol, her invitation to go out stemmed from a new resolution to kick-start the physical side of their relationship. If Tommy was 'courting too slow,' she realized that she should make the running. She did not doubt that he would respond: she knew that all men respond to overtures from women (except Joseph and Potiphar's wife). Tommy reached out and took hold of her hand.

They sat comfortably together for a few minutes, and then Carol got up to go to the toilet. As soon as she had left the room, a man came up to Tommy, sat beside him on the bench seat and put his arm round him. "Can I buy you another drink?" the man said. "You're not really interested in her, are you?" he asked. "You've got gay written all over you!" 

Tommy stood up and shook himself free from the man's arm. "What the fuck do you think you are doing? I don't want another drink, and I don't want your company! Just bugger off!" 

At that moment, Carol returned from the ladies' toilet, just in time to see Tommy engaged in an argument with a strange man. At once she grabbed Tommy's arm and led him out of the room. "Let's go back to college," she said, and they left the pub hastily, leaving their half-drunk glasses behind.

"Thanks for getting me away!" said Tommy. That guy was trying to seduce me. He said I had gay written all over me!"

"You're not gay!" said Carol, and then whispered, "do you want to prove it with me?" 

"Do you really mean that?" asked Tommy.

"Of course!" she said, "I wouldn't have said it otherwise! I'm not the sort of woman to lead men on and then refuse them what they want. But you have to decide when you want to do it." Tommy took her hand and they hurried back to college.

They went into Carol's room and she started to make coffee. "Thank you for getting me out of that awkward situation, said Tommy. "But I think that I'm about to disappoint you. We still need to get to know one another better. I need to know that I'm getting involved in a long-term relationship before I fuck you, if you don't mind the crude way that I was brought up to talk. Let's just get more intimate first before we get vaginal. I really want to spend time kissing and cuddling you. I'm slowly falling in love, but it's going to take time! We can do everything short of fucking though. You can wank me off if you want to be sure that I'm male. Deep petting is also fine. Surely my attitude fits in with your upbringing. You surely don't want to sleep with a man just as a casual one-night stand? You must think of sex as something you do with a regular partner?" 

Carol looked a bit surprised. "As a matter of fact, I've had more sexual experience than you might think, but I don't want to talk about it at present—maybe when we get to know one another better. You realize that this conversation is the exact opposite of what happens in the usual man-woman relationship? One would expect the man to be ready for anything and the woman coy and holding back."

"I'm only holding back until I'm sure that I want you to be mine for life!" said Tommy. And he put his arms round her and kissed her ten times more enthusiastically than he had ever done before. "You have to remember that the men who brought me up so lovingly, were both basically scared of straight sex. One of my fathers told me that he has never done it with a woman, the other did it only a couple of times, just to find out if he could, and one of those was back-door sex! So I'm going to need you to help me when the time comes, so I'm not upset if you're not a virgin. You decide whom you want inside your body. I do not have, and never will have, proprietary rights over your body, though if I love you it will make me jealous if you allow another man to fuck you. Remember that if we do want a lifelong relationship, we have plenty of time. Neither of us is twenty-one yet." 

He led her to the sofa (college rooms in Boni's had a lot of old-fashioned durable furniture) and sat down beside her with his arm round her and resumed kissing her. She opened her mouth and his tongue shot into it. "You are so sweet!" he told her. She wriggled with pleasure. This man might not be in a hurry to get into her panties, but he certainly appreciated her body. 

Tommy was rather taken aback by Carol's hints. He had not expected that a clergyman's daughter would have previous sexual experience. Women, he had always been given to understand, were in search of security and commitment. He didn't see how a woman who had been well brought up could sleep around. Maybe he was destined to be yet another man on her list of conquests. What was more, he had no-one to turn to for advice. All he could do was to continue his friendship and see what happened. He realized that he wanted her too much to back out of the relationship. "Maybe," he thought, "that's a sign that I'm falling in love."

Carol was not surprised at Tommy's reaction. She knew that she needed to woo him. It might take weeks before they were fucking, but she knew that it would happen and she was looking forward to it. She also knew how much he would enjoy it when he finally took the plunge. In the meantime she would increase her supply of contraceptive pills, as she now had a reason to take them again.

Chapter 11 A reproof and an admission

For the rest of their first Martinmas term, Tommy and Carol spent increasing amounts of time together. While Tommy did not miss any formal classes, he found himself slipping behind with his reading and skimping his tutorial work. In the last week of every term, all students in Boni's had a Progress Test, an oral exam with their tutor. Dr Featherstone spent more than the usual half hour with Tommy. "Mr Singleton-Scarborough," he said, using the compulsory formal address obligatory in Camford tutorial sessions, "Your performance has deteriorated in the course of the term. For the first few weeks, I reckoned that you might be scholarship material, but then your work got worse, and you have just admitted to me that you have not fulfilled your programme of regular reading. Something has happened in the course of this term to distract you! 

"May I offer you some advice, based, I must admit on guesswork, rather than on personal knowledge of your circumstances? I reckon that you have either joined a sporting or drinking club, or got sexually involved with a woman, or even a man! In the latter case, my advice is to get her or him into bed as soon as possible. My experience of students over many years is that regular sex works wonders for exam performance. You still have four terms before your exams, so get your relationship on to a regular basis, and fuck like a rabbit! If you are not constantly thinking of your next night out together, you will be able to concentrate on your work. I want to see you get a college scholarship on the basis of your second-year performance. 

"Please do not repeat my comments to anyone in the University, or to your parents, who, now that I come to think about it, are members of this college! My advice must be regarded as confidential, although you may share it with your girlfriend, or boyfriend, if she or he exists. You can tell her or him that the same advice applies to them! In the meantime, over the Christmas vac., you must catch up with your backlog of reading, complete your two vacation set books and read two additional ones that I will notify you about by E-mail. You will have about five weeks to complete these tasks before we meet again next term." 

Throughout this conversation, Tommy was scarlet in the face. Dr Featherstone had hit the nail on the head. Was he, Tommy, so transparent? He thanked his tutor and walked away, glad to get a beta plus. The one-to-one tutorial system is the secret of Camford's academic excellence. Not all tutors are as wise or experienced at judging human nature as Dr Featherstone, but personal contact enables students much more easily to find their feet and develop academic confidence and competence, because their tutor can identify their individual strengths and weaknesses. 

When he got back to college, Tommy went bouncing into Carol's room with a bottle of sherry and two glasses. "I know that you are off home tomorrow," he said, "But I've got some good news for you. Over Christmas, I'm going to find out when both my fathers are going to be away next term over a weekend. Then we can go to my home and spend the whole of Saturday alone together, and sleep in my bed over Saturday night. The bedders don't come in over the weekend, so no-one will miss us, and we can be back for chapel and dinner on Sunday night. I don't fancy sleeping with you in a college room bed. My brother and his boyfriend tried that when they were students, and it always ended with one or the other falling out of bed!"

"You don't have to make such a big deal out of it, Tommy. We don't need to sleep together to make love. We could do it any Saturday afternoon."

"Well, I'm sorry, but I do have to make big deal out of it. I don't know about you, but for me it will be the first time, and I want to pop my cherry in comfort and privacy!"

"Why are we arguing about this? We both want it."

"Yes, but neither of us has said to the other 'I love you'! I won't fuck anyone I don't love."

"Well, then, listen to this: Tommy, I love you!" 

Tommy was bowled over by Carol's matter of fact statement. He put down the bottle and glasses and grabbed her in his arms. "You are so sweet to me. I've often wondered why, but now I know why!" And he began to smother her with kisses. She relaxed and melted into his arms. 

"You're a stupid boy!" she said. "I've fancied you since you carried my suitcase up the stairs! And, yes, I might even consider you as a possible husband. A lot depends on how good you are at making love." They agreed to phone or E-mail each other regularly over the Christmas vacation. Tommy's fathers had bought him a state-of-the-art smartphone for his eighteenth birthday. He poured out for them two large glasses of sherry. 

Next morning Tommy was up early to help Carol with her bags and assist her in locking away the things that she was not taking home, as their rooms were required by two conferences in the college over the Christmas period. He travelled with her in a cab to the station and kissed her goodbye before returning to college, locking up his own unwanted possessions and phoning a cab to take him and his baggage home to Octavia Avenue.

Chapter 12 Tommy's first Christmas vacation and a mind-blowing experience

David and Jon welcomed their son home for the vacation. He told them that he had a big backlog of reading to catch up with, because he had met a girl with whom he was spending too much time. They grinned in sympathy, but warned him to get love and work in the right balance. They told him that David was going on a recital tour of the Netherlands and Belgium early in the new year before the beginning of term, and would be away for five days over a weekend and that Jon would be going with him. "When I was singing professionally, I used to lie in bed in foreign hotels, desperately missing your Pop as I wanked myself off!" confessed David. "So this time he's coming with me! You should use the peace and quiet to catch up with your reading, but if you want to invite your girlfriend over, feel free to do so. Caterina has offered to cook for you on a couple of evenings. Her granddaughter has gone back to Italy for Christmas."

Tommy spent the next two weeks catching up on the backlog of his reading from the previous term, and made a start on the vacation reading. He made notes to ensure that what he read stuck in his mind. Occasionally he went out with his fathers to a musical event, and they sometimes went out in the evening. Christmas was spent at Rockwell's Barn. David's parents came down by train from Loxton, and David, Jon and Tommy took Caterina with them to Ixton. "I'm sorry that there's no youthful company for you, Tommy" said Jon. 

"No problem," said Tommy, "I haven't seen the two of you for two months, and you know how much I love auntie Caterina. And Mr and Mrs Scarborough are always good company. Besides, I still have some reading to do."

The pool was put to good use by all the men in the house. On Christmas Eve, the whole household went to midnight mass at Ixton Parish church. Christmas dinner was cooked jointly by Jon and David's mother. The men had insisted that Caterina should have a holiday from cooking. On Boxing Day everyone except Caterina went for a walk before returning for a late cold lunch after a visit to the Jellycotes Arms for a drink. They all remained at Rockwell's Barn until the New Year. As had become a tradition, New Year's Eve was spent at George Rockwell's farm. 

On January 3, Tommy and Caterina and the men returned to Camford, and three days later Jon and David left for the Netherlands by the Eurostar train service from London. Tommy had told Carol to come the next day, and he met her train at Camford station and they walked back to Octavia Avenue. He felt that he was due for some relaxation as 85% of the reading that he had to do was now complete.

Carol put her luggage into the guest bedroom and unpacked. Tommy brought a cold bottle of Prosecco and two glasses to the bedroom and they sat on a sofa to drink it. "We're going to dinner at the Venezia, but not until 8 pm, so we have plenty of time to make love," he said, as he gently began to undo Carol's blouse. He pulled it over her head and began to unfasten her bra. She then pulled his t-shirt over his head and began to caress his nipples, while he nibbled her tits. Both were in ecstasies of delight at the sensual stimulation. 

The bedroom was nice and warm and the two of them slowly removed each other's clothes. It was when they reached the last garment of all, underpants or panties, that things started to get interesting. Tommy had a huge tent in his underpants where his stiff cock was fighting for release from the garment. As he pulled Carol's panties down, she noticed a huge moist stain spreading across the silk of his underpants, and when she pulled them down, his erect cock sprang to attention as it slowly dripped precome. He gazed at the silky hair above her cunt and the flow of precome seemed to accelerate. He wrapped his arms round her and pressed her small trim breasts against his chest before reaching downwards from in front of her and began to caress her smooth, trim, rounded arse. She whispered in his ear, "I don't want to fuck tonight, because I think we are too tired. Let me just give you a blow-job!"

What followed was a mind-blowing experience for Tommy. Up to now, his experience with women had never got further than kissing and hand-holding. But Carol knew just what to do. She began to lick his slimy manhood. She started in the mat of hair at the root and slowly moved her tongue and lips along his veiny and lumpy dick until she reached his foreskin, already slightly retracted. She began to nibble the foreskin gently with her teeth. Tommy moaned in ecstasy. "Oh, that's wonderful!" he exclaimed. "How did you learn to do that?" It was a rhetorical question, because Carol's mouth was otherwise occupied! She took the head of his cock into her mouth with her lips in the furrow between the head and his rolled-back foreskin and played with the head with her tongue, trying to stick it into his piss-slit. Then she opened her mouth wide and let him fuck her oral cavity as he tried to deep-throat her. After several minutes of bliss, he muttered "I'm gonna come!" and with a shout shot his load of man-juice into her mouth. He felt sucking movements as she absorbed his jism, and then, as his cock was starting to go soft, she started to swallow her mouthful of his white blood and he gently withdrew from her mouth. When she had swallowed the ejaculate, he kissed her lips and could taste his own come. "My darling Carol!" he whispered, "that was the most wonderful bodily experience I have ever had. I love you!"

"It amazes me that you've obviously never been sucked off before. Whatever did you do at school?" 

"I went to an all-boys school, and obviously none of my friends fancied me!" Tommy replied. "I was a bit of a loner and I never talked to them about sex. I think that I was probably frightened of being thought gay. My parents never talked about their sex life, but my cousin Sandro and his boyfriend did talk about theirs occasionally. I know that they were very partial to cock-sucking."

"You've got a lot to learn about sex! It's a good job that I'm here to teach you, and a good job that I like eating come! There's obviously going to be a lot more where that came from! It's nearly 6 pm, let's lie down for half an hour and cuddle before getting dressed and going to eat!"

"Come and lie with me in my bed. It's only next door." They left their clothes in Carol's room and walked naked into Tommy's bedroom. Before they got into bed, he looked at her in the full-length mirror. "You're the first woman I've ever seen naked!" he said, "and you look beautiful." He ran his hand over her arse. "You've got a beautiful arse!" he said, and bent down and began to smother it with kisses. She turned the bed back, disengaged herself from Tommy's lips and climbed in. Tommy eagerly followed her and snuggled up close and began to kiss and nuzzle her shoulders. "Sleep with me tonight" he whispered.




Tommy's First Year at College Pt. 02



Part 01 should be read first.

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Chapter 18 Martin tells his story

I was born in the city of Sheffield. My mother died when I was quite young and my father brought me up single-handed with some help from a resident housekeeper in whom he had no sexual interest whatsoever. There was no shortage of money in the family, as my father had a highly paid job in local government, working in the finance department of the city council. Accordingly, I was sent to an expensive private day school. However at the comparatively young age of 14, I was expelled for "breaches of the school's disciplinary code." The school made no secret to my father of what had happened, and I told him the full story. 

I had been frightened that he would explode with anger and thrash me, but instead he was very sympathetic. He said "It seems that you are gay, and that means that you may have a difficult life. I think that sending you now to a state school would be rather disastrous because it would not be long before the people at school discovered that you were gay. Accordingly I am going to find a private tutor for you, so that you can study at home." This loving and sympathetic response to teenage stupidity made me realize just how much I loved my father. For years he had struggled to be both father and mother to me, but it was not until now that I realized how much he loved me. I also realized for the first time how lonely he was, and I resolved to spend as much time in his company as I could. This led to me asking to accompany him to the one major love of his life: the opera. So we regularly went to Covent Garden and Glyndebourne and attended all the opera touring companies that came to Sheffield, and within a year I too was hooked on opera.

It took a few months for my father to find a suitable tutor for me in spite of quite extensive advertising, but eventually an elderly man was found, a retired teacher. He was very understanding and an excellent teacher. He could teach me, he said, any language that I wished to learn as well as history, mathematics, English, geography and some science. But, he told me, his big expertise was Greek and Roman history and languages. Knowing that ancient Greek society was riddled with homosexuality, I decided that I wanted to study the classics. When I got to sixteen and had to take my GCSE exams, I sat them as an external candidate in a nearby college of further education, and got A or A* in every subject.

Mr Ellerton, as he was called, then went on to teach me Latin and Greek part-time for A Level, while for other courses I went part-time to the further education college. I was rather lonely at home with no boys of my age for company, so it was good for me to mix at college with boys and girls of my own age or older. I was of course not interested in the girls.

This does not sound like the story of a boy who went on to one of the best universities in the world to study classics. How did I come to get a place at Camford? I have to thank both my father and Mr Ellerton for this. In those days some colleges had their own entrance exams. Mr Ellerton, who was an M.A. of Sanguis Christi College, knew that Sanguis had such an exam, limited to students of the classics and the humanities. I did my A Levels and got As or A*s in Latin, Greek, English and French. My father said to me, "Martin, you need to take a study year. Mr Ellerton will give you further tuition, and early in January you can do the Sanguis entrance exam. It carries with it a scholarship of £500 a year. You'll get the usual student loan to pay your fees if you get in, but I will give you £1000 a month for you to live on and another thousand a month during term for pocket money. If you get in, you will fulfil a childhood dream of mine that I never realized. In the meantime, although your study with Mr Ellerton will continue, I expect you to get a supermarket job for a couple of days per week, because you have to learn to work for a living."

Thanks to Mr Ellerton's brilliant one-to-one tuition, I did rather well in the entrance exam, and got a place and a first-year scholarship. The college arranged for me to start my studies in classics in the October. Until then, I worked as a shelf-stacker and checkout boy in the Qualmart supermarket. This contact with the general public was very good for me, and my people skills improved immensely.

The two years at further education college had given me enormous confidence. I was streets ahead of most of the other students academically, I played basketball with some success, and I had some sexual adventures with gay friends of my own age (I was eighteen by then), which made me sure and self-confident about my sexuality. Apart from the basketball, my studies took up all the rest of my time.

I felt a bit worried about my father being lonely when I went up to Sanguis, and we agreed that we would talk on the phone at least once a week, as well as E-mailing one another regularly. "I don't really mind you being away," he told me. "After all, you are fulfilling my dearest wish for you. Camford terms are only eight weeks. I can put up with the lack of company for that time. Besides, now that you are out of the house, I have time to look for a girlfriend!"

In my first term, I was a bit lonely. I did not want to come out by joining the GLBT group. I was friendly with the guys on my staircase, and we went into dinner together and once a week to the pub. But after Christmas I found myself in a lecture sitting next to a guy who instantly attracted me. He was tall but rather skinny in build with dark crew-cut hair. It is difficult to be more specific about what I found attractive in him, but we fell into conversation and I introduced myself. In reply, he told me that although he was a freshman, he was a year younger than me and was at Boni's. We compared notes about the lectures we were following, and found that we had about 70% of our lectures in common. In Camford, no student has a fixed pattern of university lectures. Although there is complete freedom of choice of lecture modules, the student's individual choice is heavily influenced by his or her tutor's recommendations. So we knew that we would see each other several times a week. 

After having had lunch together for several days, I realized that I was strongly attracted to Tommy, as he was called, and it was his personality, not his body, that fascinated me. Indeed, I think that I was beginning to fall in love with him long before the first time that I saw him naked. It turned out that we were both keen on swimming, and were both members of the Camford Men's Fitness Centre. I had joined it because I was told that it was a good place to meet gays, he had joined it because his parents had given him membership as a gift. He told me later that one of his fathers had founded the Centre many years before. Of course when I did see him naked in the pool changing room, I was even more attracted. His body was slender rather than skinny, he had a huge area of black pubic hair out of which a very respectably sized cock poked alluringly. Behind, he was totally hairless, not merely on his back, but his arse as well was smooth as a baby's. His was the kind of figure that you want to wrap your arms around. No wonder that the first time I saw him naked, I got a massive boner. He had soft hair on his arms and legs that was lighter in colour than his pubic hair and every time I saw his bare arms or legs, I wanted to rub my hands over them. He was then, totally sweet and alluring, and I wanted him to be mine for ever.

Chapter 19 Tommy visits Sheffield I

Tommy was glad to be home with David and Jon. They arranged to spend Easter with David's parents at Rockwell's Barn, and his sister Cathy and her husband would also be there. A few days after he got home, a phone call from Martin invited Tommy to come to Sheffield for five days. 

Tommy decided to drive. It was only about 200 km, and he would have his GPS with him. Tommy had passed the driving test the year before, and his parents had given him the car and also paid an enormous sum in insurance because he was under 26. The car was kept at Octavia Avenue and was sometimes used by his parents during term time. Because driving in Camford is difficult and parking practically non-existent, in term, Tommy walked or used his bike.

So, on a fine Monday morning, Tommy set off to drive to Sheffield and arrived at Martin's house in the early afternoon. Martin lived in a leafy suburb on top of one of the numerous hills on which the city is built. The house dated from before World War I, and was stone-built and double fronted, with both ground- and first-floor bay windows on each side of the front door. Martin's bedroom was a large room in the attic, under the roof and had two double beds and an en-suite bathroom.

At one time Sheffield had been the place where all the best table cutlery in the world was made, but the industry had been more or less extinguished by cheap Korean stainless steel ware. Special steels were still an important industrial product, but the city was striving very successfully to reinvent itself away from manufacturing. It had two large universities, and the centre of the city was always crowded with students, so Tommy felt quite at home there.

Martin greeted him with great enthusiasm, though of course he could not kiss him publicly. He introduced Tommy to his father, who welcomed him warmly, and to Mrs Stephenson the housekeeper, who eyed him with curiosity. They went for a walk in the afternoon so that Martin could explain the plans for the week. "It seemed sensible for you to have the other bed in my room," he said. Both are of a decent size, so we can take turns to sleep together in each other's bed! No-one minds what we do. Mrs Stephenson is very nice when you get to know her. She was very kind to me when I was younger, though I have never thought of her as a mother figure. My father has got tickets for the three of us for an opera performance at the theatre on Wednesday. It's Così fan Tutte, so I hope you like opera!"

"Oh yes, I'm quite fond of opera, and I've never seen Così, even though it was one of my father's favourite roles." said Tommy. "My father is an opera singer, though he is now mostly retired."

"REALLY? My father will be thrilled. What's his name?"

"David Singleton-Scarborough, the same surname as mine. He still sings occasionally in oratorio and concerts, but mainly he teaches, both privately and for students of the London music colleges and Camford music department. Indeed he's an honorary fellow of Boni's."

"I'm an opera obsessive. I think I must inherit that from my father."

"Well, going to opera is something that we can do together." Tommy replied. "I want to do things other than going to the pics with you!" 

"Well, we can start tonight by going to bed together!"

It was a beautiful warm afternoon and they walked along the banks of one of the small rivers that join together to meet the river Don in Sheffield. The land adjacent to the river is flood plain, and so was never built on, and now forms a narrow ribbon of parkland leading out of the city into the surrounding countryside. At one point in the walk the boys passed through a small wood. Martin grabbed Tommy and led him into a dense cluster of trees, where he put his arms round him and kissed him passionately. Tommy, to his own surprise responded by kissing Martin back, and kept his arms round him. They stood there, wrapped up in each other's arms until they heard the sound of approaching voices. By now, Tommy was beginning to get used to Martin's passionate declarations of love and his loving embraces. Indeed he was beginning to enjoy them. It was much more enjoyable and exciting than anything that he had experienced with Carol. 

After walking about 3 km or so along the riverside park, they turned back and retraced their route to Martin's house. On their return they were tidying themselves up and getting ready for dinner when Martin said to Tommy, "Mrs Stephenson will be joining us for dinner tonight. Normally she eats on her own, because she prefers it that way, but for both you and her to get to know one another, Dad and I felt that sharing a meal was the best way to do it.

While Mrs Stephenson was busy in the kitchen completing the arrangements for the meal, Mr Robinson invited the boys to drink sherry with him in his study. "You're both reading classical languages. How long have you known one another?" Martin's father asked him.

"Only this term," replied Martin enthusiastically, "but we've really hit it off together. Both of us were a little bit lonely during our first term, although Tommy did go out with a girl a few times. One thing I ought to tell you" continued Martin enthusiastically, "is that one of Tommy's fathers is David Singleton-Scarborough, the operatic tenor!"

"Really?" Mr Robinson replied. "I've been an admirer of his for years. Pity that he has more or less given up stage work."

"That's because it left him with no home life," said Tommy. "When my older brother and sister were young, he was only at home 50% of the time, so he missed a lot of their childhood. And by the time that I was adopted at the age of ten, he had already reduced his stage work to a few appearances per year. Maybe I should have explained that my parents are two gay men in civil partnership. My other cofather, Jonathan, effectively did most of the child-rearing. Consequently, he sacrificed his career as a scientist rather than pay someone to bring up us three children. They could comfortably have afforded to delegate child care to others, but they chose to look after us children themselves. They combined it with learning Italian, and they now speak it well, which is why I did Italian at school and hope to major in it later in my course.

"Maybe I should say that there are a lot of gay men in our family. My elder brother Luke lives in Italy with his partner, and my Italian cousin Sandro is the civil partner of Lord Batley, and they live in the Cotswolds."

"Are you and Martin in some kind of relationship, then?" asked Mr Robinson.

"Not yet!" replied Tommy. "Martin wants us to be, but I have not yet said yes, because I've also got a girlfriend, and I want first to end things with her, but I want it to be amicable, so I will have to proceed slowly. But I am probably going to say yes to him. It has all been rather sudden as far as I am concerned. I grew up anxious to distance myself from the gays in our family. I was sure that I was heterosexual, but it looks as though I was wrong. Martin and I do not yet know everything about one another. Indeed, there are things that I've just told you that he didn't know."

At this point, Mrs Stephenson called that dinner was ready and the three men joined her in the dining room. She was a good cook and the meal was excellent, with quite a lot of wine consumed. Tommy tried to be on his best behaviour, which meant that he did not talk a lot. Mr Robinson led the conversation. He was interested to hear that Tommy had been born and lived all his life in Camford and everyone at the table was most entertained to hear that he never went home during term, as his parents had forbidden it. They said that higher education meant living away from home and learning to be independent. Martin was particularly happy during the meal because of what Tommy had said about their relationship. Every day he wanted Tommy more and more.

They spent that night together in Martin's bed. They were too tired for sex, but Tommy found that snuggling up against the warmth of Martin's body was one of the most enjoyable experiences he had ever had. To know that he only had to reach out to touch or kiss his friend would have kept him awake if he had not been so tired. The next morning Martin got out of bed early and brought them tea. As the boys were expected to make their own beds, there were no awkward questions to answer.

Chapter 20 Tommy visits Sheffield II 

After breakfast, they took the car and drove out of Sheffield northwards to the village of Langsett, which is in the middle of a large drinking-water-collecting area with several reservoirs. Because of this there are few habitations, and lots of excellent walks. 

They took a picnic lunch and around 1-00 pm, sat down in the shelter of a drystone wall to eat and snog. To Martin's surprise, the initiative in kissing came from Tommy, who put his arm round his friend and began kissing him on the lips before moving to his neck and nibbling it with his teeth. "Well, well!" he murmured, "You have speeded up your lovemaking!" 

"Yes," muttered Tommy, "Carol is a long way away, she's cooling off, and in any case, she has exams next term. So, I reasoned, Martin is here and he wants me, so it's time to say yes!" And with that he resumed kissing and cuddling. Martin wriggled with delight and lay back and let Tommy do his best. Before he realized what was happening, Tommy had unzipped his fly and was feeling inside his trousers. He negotiated his way through Martin's underpants and got hold of his dick and pulled it out through the fly. He could feel it stiffening as he did so. He shifted his position to improve access and in no time Martin's manhood was in his mouth. 

"Keep your upper teeth behind your lip unless you want to bite my cock off, you dirty cock-sucker!" said Martin, as he grinned with pleasure. He realized that Tommy was a novice at fellatio. Novice as he was, however, Tommy succeeded in giving Martin enormous pleasure as he licked the cock head and nibbled Martin's foreskin. He then took the cock further into his mouth, feeling the lumps and ridges on the shaft, before opening his mouth wide and letting Martin fuck his mouth cavity. It was not long before Martin came violently and shot his load into Tommy's mouth. Fortunately, the volume of jism was not too big for him to savour before he swallowed it.

"That's the first time that I've ever tasted someone else's come!" said Tommy. 

"What, and you come from a gay family! Didn't your fathers teach you ANYTHING about sex?" 

"No, because I was adopted, they were dead scared that if they did, someone would shop them to Social Services, and they would be accused of child abuse. So, as I told you, they never swam naked in our pool when I was there."

"In that case, I'm going to have to teach you! And I know that I'm going to enjoy it! Do you want me to wank you off or suck you now?"

"No, it can wait till tonight."

Martin stood up and replaced his penis in his clothing and zipped up his fly. "Come on then, let's get walking!" They continued walking and as they were climbing a hill, Tommy said, rather breathlessly, "I'm sorry Martin, but I need to fart!" He then let a noisy series of anal explosions, and grinned sheepishly. Martin in turn smiled. "It's a good job that we're in the open air!" he said, "Otherwise you might have gassed me! But at least I won't be embarrassed next time I need to let one off."

They walked about 10 km before returning to the car park. Martin wanted to go in the pub, but Tommy refused, as he had to drive home. They got in just before dinner. The evening was spent watching television, and they went to bed about 11-30. "Nothing energetic tonight, we're too tired," said Martin. But you've got such a lovely arse, I want to give it some attention. I don't suppose that you've ever been rimmed. Let's see how you like it!"

He got Tommy to kneel on the bed in the "jockey's starting position" on hands and knees with his arse in the air. He then applied his face to Tommy's arse-crack. Unlike the outer parts of the cheeks, there was a thin coating of hair in the crack. He nuzzled the sides of the crack, he licked the hair and stuck his tongue into Tommy's starfish. No matter how much he pushed, he did not get it inside, so the rimming experience could scarcely be described as penetrative. But he enjoyed this most intimate of acts with much pleasure. As for Tommy, he nearly went crazy with delight, especially as Martin was caressing his hips and tickling his belly. After a half hour of pleasure, they washed, cleaned their teeth, before Tommy said his prayers and they both hopped into Tommy's bed. "Martin, that was fantastic! You make love so wonderfully that I'm afraid that I'm going to get addicted to sex with you! It's just so much more enjoyable than sex with Carol, because I'm always struggling to please her, without really knowing what she wants. With you, though, I know exactly what you want because I want it too!"




Tommy's First Year at College Pt. 02



"Just the words I wanted to hear! You will soon get so obsessed with everything below the waist that we will be the best bed partners ever."

Next day, Martin took Tommy into the city centre and showed him the Winter Gardens, a fantastic conservatory-like building, full of exotic plants. They had lunch in a rather nice pub and then visited the Botanic Gardens before returning home. In the evening, they ate with Mr Robinson at a fashionable and expensive restaurant before the opera performance and Tommy insisted on paying the bill.

The opera performance, by the Royal Bristol Opera Company on a tour of Britain, was pretty good. Early in the first act, Tommy felt Martin's hand reaching for his, and they continued to hold each other's hand furtively until the end of the performance. The tenor singing the role of Ferrando was not particularly good, but the rest of the cast were excellent. When the tenor sang the words, Al cor che nudrito: A heart that's nourished by the hope of love/needs no better food, Tommy nudged Martin and tightened his grip on his hand. Tommy remarked that though he had not seen the opera before, he had heard his father sing Un' aura amorosa several times, as it was one of his signature arias, and he agreed with Mr Robinson that that evening's rendition had not been very good. But the opera is one of the most enjoyable in the repertoire, and it was a magnificent evening out. Afterwards they went for drinks at a city centre pub and took a cab home. Tommy thanked Mr Robinson for the evening. Mr Robinson felt happy that the boy that his son had taken up with was civilized, polite and a music-lover.

When the two boys got to bed, Tommy kissed Martin and whispered, "Would you like to blow me? I'm not yet ready to be fucked. Our relationship has got physical so quickly, that I can scarcely realize that three weeks ago, I was fucking Carol and going to concerts with her. I'm not going to tell her about you, I just want us to agree to wind down our relationship. In any case, it won't take her long to realize that I am seeing someone else without me mentioning it." He lay back on the pillow, his prick slowly stiffening. Martin watched it steadily swelling and the foreskin gradually rolling back to show increasing amounts of the head. His own tool began to swell as if in sympathy. He started by nibbling Tommy's nipples and gently taking the hair in his teeth and pulling. Then he slowly moved his lips down Tommy's belly, following his treasure trail until he reached that beautiful black forest out of which his target stood up, proud and moist. He started at its base and began to move his lips along its length. He nibbled the rolled-back foreskin and began to lick the head of Tommy's cock. He took it gently into his mouth. The feel of a hard slippery cylinder in his mouth was intoxicating. Tommy was the first man he had sucked off whom he really loved, and he was making a special effort to make it as enjoyable as possible for him. He removed his mouth for a moment and began to lick Tommy's balls, and take them one at a time into his mouth. He then moved his mouth though Tommy's bush and again took his prick into his mouth. Tommy started to get excited and began to push his prick deep into Martin's mouth and generally to try and fuck it. Tommy wrapped his arms round Martin and could feel the warmth of his breath. Suddenly he said. "I'm gonna come!" and squirted his spunk into Martin's mouth so that Martin almost began to choke. He pulled away from Tommy's prick and with an effort swallowed Tommy's ejaculate without coughing. Tommy reached up and pulled him down on top of him. "Do you want me to relieve you?" he whispered, "I owe it to you!"

Martin muttered his assent, and began to rub his dick against Tommy's belly. Tommy rubbed his hands over the curves of Martin's arse, and clasped his friend as tightly as he could against himself. Martin's friction continued until after a few minutes he shot his load over Tommy's belly. Tommy continued to clutch him, while kissing his face. Martin was in heaven. Sex with a man had never felt like this before. He realized that he was totally in love with Tommy in spite of the latter's sexual inexperience. 'I only hope that he's enjoying it as much as I am,' he thought.

They carefully climbed out of bed and cleaned themselves up, before falling asleep in one another's arms.

Next day was Tommy's last full day before leaving. They spent the morning at the spectacular swimming pool at Ponds Forge and then went on to an attractive pub in the city centre where they had a pizza and several pints of beer. In the afternoon, they idled hand-in-hand along another of the strips of riverside park that characterize the city. They got a few askance looks from passers-by, but were too happy to care. They had dinner with Martin's father and watched a film on DVD before going to bed. They sat up side-by-side in bed and talked about their future together. "I know that you're itching to give it to me up the arsehole," said Tommy crudely, "but I'm not ready for that yet. Festina lente, as the Emperor Augustus said. Let's get more comfortable and better acquainted with each other's bodies, before either of us enters the chocolate boulevard!"

"That's OK by me!" said Martin. "There's lots of outdoor things to do in Camford in the summer. Can you propel a punt?"

"OF COURSE!" said Tommy. "I've been doing it since I was ten years old! I'll soon teach you how to do it. I think that we may have to go on the river during the week, as at the weekends there are so many tourists on the river. Maybe we should keep the weekends for work! Can we have a little snog and then lie down? I don't feel very energetic tonight, and in any case we're nearly dry, spunkwise!"

So they cuddled up close and kissed each other until they fell asleep.

Next day, Tommy left Sheffield mid-morning, driving south down the M1 motorway, and arrived at home in Camford about 4 pm.

Chapter 21 Home at Easter

While Tommy was in Sheffield, the household in Camford was discussing him. One day, when Jon was cooking and Caterina had joined the men as a guest, she remarked, "It was nice to see Tommy again after eight weeks. He's changed again. Although he is now much more self-assured, I get the impression that things are cooling off between him and the girl who visited us in January."

"He told me that this term has been a real struggle for him to keep up with his work," said David. "It looks as though he is having love troubles. What did you think of that girl Carol, Caterina?"

"I warned him that she is a predator, or predatrix if such a word exists, who collects men without any long-term intentions. I hope that she does not make him unhappy. He was certainly cheerful enough in January."

"They're probably fucking like rabbits!" said Jon. "That makes any man cheerful!"

"If that's the case," said Caterina, "why has he gone off for a week to stay with a male friend? I wonder if he's doubtful about his sexuality!"

"Oh, no, he's straight all right. Throughout his teens he has never shown any interest in boys!" said David confidently.

"I'm not so sure about that!" said Caterina. "I have an instinct for these things. I knew that you were gay the first time that you came to this house for a singing lesson with Marcello all those years ago."

"Although we we all love him," said Jon, "we have to let him sort out his own life himself. We can't presume to offer advice, unless he asks us for it. He'll be back at the end of the week and he's got a clear week to do some reading before we leave for Ixton, unless he decides to go there early and do his reading there. Your parents would be glad to see him and he could always use the pool without needing to take his bike to the Fitness Centre."

Tommy did decide to go to Ixton for the following week and he drove there two days after he got home from Sheffield. His grandparents had arrived some days before and they were being looked after by a lady from the village who cleaned the house and cooked when anyone was in residence. 

One day Tommy got talking to his grandmother, whom he found very easy to talk to. She asked him how he was getting on in Boni's. He replied, "Grandma, I'm telling you this in confidence. I don't want my fathers to know until I've sorted myself out. The only person I've talked to about it is my cousin, or I suppose, brother, Sandro. My work is going pretty well. My tutor at the last college Progress Test gave me an alpha. But the problem is that I have too many distractions, all to do with love. Basically I have both a man and a woman chasing me. Last term was a term of confusion, in which I have been sitting on the fence about my sexuality. After a wonderful week staying with my boyfriend in Sheffield, I have decided to break things off with my girlfriend and become gay. But I don't want to hurt her feelings, so I am going to have to be very careful, because we are both in the chapel choir like Dad was, and neither of us will want to leave to avoid seeing one another, so the parting has to be amicable."

"Tommy, you worry too much! People of your age are much more resilient to break-up than older people. I'm prepared to bet that this girl, who has obviously been coming on to you hard, has probably already lost interest in you. If you decide that you are gay, you know that none of your family will love you any less, as long as the boy that you fancy is personable, loving and faithful. We already have a whole bunch of wonderful gay couples in our extended family. Just relax, be quick but gentle in breaking up with the girl, and get on with your work and your new relationship! Also you might like to find a spiritual director. Such a person can not only help in your spiritual development, they can also be a shoulder to cry on and a source of strength for everyday life AND love."

Tommy kissed his grandmother gratefully. The wisdom of age is often a great source of comfort and encouragement to the young. He then went off, put on his swimming cozzie and did fifty lengths of the pool, before resuming his reading of Catullus.

Chapter 22 Tommy's first Pentecost term

When they returned to Camford from Ixton after Easter, there was a week before the Pentecost term began and Tommy diligently applied himself to his books during the day, and in the evening often went out with his fathers for a drink. They had seized the opportunity of being at home with a student son, to relive student life in moderation and on a small scale. They visited as a threesome some of the pubs that during term were crowded with students, but in the vac, at least midweek, were very quiet. He told them nothing about his sexual dilemma.

On the Sunday afternoon before term began the next day, David ran Tommy with his baggage to the gate of Boni's and dropped him off. Having unpacked, Tommy took his courage in both hands and knocked on Carol's door. "Please wait a moment!" she called out. There was a sound of scuffling before she opened the door. "Oh, it's you!" she said in an unwelcoming tone. "This is Ken," she said gesturing to the man sitting on the sofa. "This is Tommy, my next-door neighbour."

"It's OK, Carol," said Tommy, "I'll come back later, there's something I want to discuss with you." 

"I'll pop round briefly before dinner," said Carol. Tommy smiled and left. 

About 6-30 (there was no chapel, because term had not officially begun) Carol knocked on Tommy's door. He opened it and invited her in. "I just wanted to tell you" he said "that I've got a great deal of work to get through this term, and I can't really spend much time with you, especially on Saturdays."

"That's funny!" said Carol, "I was going to tell you exactly the same."

"No more fucking then?" he asked. 

"Sorry, no!" she replied. "I hope you're not too upset."

"Not really, I've really got a lot of work!"

"That's OK, then," said Carol, sounding somewhat relieved. "We can still go into dinner together sometimes, even if not every night." And she kissed him.

They sat separately at dinner that night. Tommy joined two of the girls who were also reading classics. They asked him why he was not sitting with Carol. He said that things were cooling off between him and her. He was relieved that the split had been mutual. While he did feel a slight sense of disappointment that there would be no more fucking, he was glad that there was no ill-feeling.

His first meeting with Martin was at a lecture the next morning. They were unable to sit together, because Martin arrived late, just as the lecturer was coming in. There was an hour's break after the lecture before their next one, so they went for coffee, delighted to see one another again. Tommy had been longing to see Martin for a week or more, a sign that he was well-and-truly smitten. He could hardly wait to tell Martin that he and Carol were no longer fucking. A café in Camford's Fleamarket Street seems an unusual place for a declaration of love, but Tommy said to his friend, "Martin, I think that I'm in love with you! Carol and I have agreed to split up without any hard feelings, so I have nothing to prevent me becoming an item with you!"

Martin gave a gasp of surprise. "Does that mean that you want to have sex with me?"

"Of course it does eventually. You offer me reassurance and love with your friendship. Carol never did. I always got the impression that I was doing what she wanted. I had a feeling of being manipulated. For a parson's daughter, she was rather devious. I never met her parents, but I'm sure that they know nothing about her sex life. Anyway, I think she has already got a new boyfriend, because she agreed very readily when I suggested that we should stop going out together. I think that we can coexist in the choir without any problems, though I shall miss going to concerts with her."

"Tommy, I like chamber and orchestral music as well as opera, even though I can't sing. We can go to concerts together as well as the cinema. We can only eat together at lunchtime, unless we sign out of dinner and go to a pub or restaurant. And we can't sleep together on a regular basis, so our sex will have to be a Saturday afternoon activity. But we mustn't overdo it. I want to do a Ph.D., so I've got to get a double first. And let's face it, we've got the rest of our lives for sex, but only a couple of years to get good degrees."

"We could always move out of college next year for a year on our own in a flat. I'm sure my fathers could find me a furnished apartment in Camford. It would be expensive, but neither of us is strapped for cash. I wouldn't expect my parents to pay the rent, I've got money of my own."

"And so have I, so we could go halves, and for our exams we wouldn't have the hassle of moving out of college during the vacs. Lets do it! We could shag ourselves silly every night and still get on with our academic work. My only problem is my father. He looks forward to seeing me at home in the vacs, I must try and fix him up with a girlfriend. It must be years since he last had a fuck!"

"You don't know what he gets up to when you're away. He may be courting a nice woman and is scared to tell you about it! Why not tell him now that you and I have become an item? I'm pretty sure that he will not be surprised. He will have then have the whole summer to find someone or to decide that he's happy on his own. I would envisage us moving into an apartment in August or thereabouts."

The boys were altogether more relaxed since they had found one another, and this was reflected in their work, which improved steadily with their comfortable routine. The fact that they could not dine together in the evening on a daily basis meant that on evenings when they were not going out, they could get on with written work and reading. Their routine was one night at the cinema, one night at a concert and for Tommy, one night at choir practice, followed by the choir's trip to the pub. However, they always spent the whole of Saturday together, a lecture first thing, then swimming or a trip on the river in a punt, then lunch, then sex, then the cinema or an open-air play, unless there happened to be a concert. If there was nothing they fancied at the cinema,or if the weather was wet, they would stay in Martin's room and watch a gay porn DVD, of which he had a large collection. They then went for a late dinner at the Sparrowhawk, the Venezia or the Hang Zhou. Their sex was usually giving head, rimming or cock-play. Tommy said that he was not yet ready for fucking, either as top or bottom, and Martin respected this. 

Chapter 23 Tommy comes out to Carol

Midway through the term, one night after visiting the cinema, Martin and Tommy returned to Tommy's room for coffee. Tommy found that he had no sugar and Martin refused to drink unsweetened coffee. So Tommy knocked on Carol's door about 11 pm and asked if he could borrow a little sugar. Carol, guessing that he must have a guest, said that she would put some sugar in an empty cup and bring it round, as she hoped to see who was visiting him. 

Tommy left the door of his room open and when Carol came in, she found them sitting side-by-side on the sofa. Martin had his arm round Tommy. Tommy stood up and said "Carol, may I introduce my new boyfriend, Martin?" 

Martin stood up politely and said, "Hello, Carol! Tommy has told me about you." 

Carol's initial surprise had rapidly worn off, and she grinned mischievously. "Well, Tommy, it seems that I was wrong about you! You really are gay!"

"I'm bi, actually!" said Tommy, grinning back at her.

"Well, I guess that you won't be going out with me any more!" she replied.

"No, and there'll be no more fucking, either, I'm afraid!" said Tommy. He was relieved that Carol had taken the revelation so well. He had dreaded an outbreak of scorn or bitterness, and was almost ready to kiss her. "But you can come to a concert with us any time that you feel like it. We have to be discreet in public, so we wouldn't do anything to embarrass you."

"I might do that occasionally, but I don't want to find myself in the role of a fag-hag!" she replied.

Chapter 24 Tommy comes out to his parents

As a result of their decision to have a year living out of college, Tommy needed to consult his parents about renting an apartment. He E-mailed Jon and arranged to see him one evening when Jon was dining in college. Half an hour before dinner, he knocked on the door of his cofather's teaching room, was invited in and took his place in the easy chair where students sat for tutorials. On being invited to make himself comfortable, he obeyed by farting noisily. It was a tradition in their all-male family that all members were uninhibited about letting out gas. On this occasion however, he blushed as he realized that he had filled the room with a foul stink. He hastened to apologize to his Pop, who just grinned and opened the window. "A man's gotta do what a man's gotta do! You take after your old Pop!" he replied. "What's your problem?"

"I'm gay!" said Tommy abruptly, "and I'm falling in love with a guy whom you've not yet met. We want to spend a year in an apartment out of college so that we can sleep together regularly! He's from another college, so we can't share a room. You know how seriously I take our faith, this is no idle dalliance. Martin loves me, and I'm steadily developing an affection for him. I've finished amicably with Carol, who already has another boyfriend lined up."

"Have you told anyone else about this?"

"Only Dad's mother. I talked to her at Easter. The reason that I'm telling you now is that we need help to find an apartment. Money is no object, we want a nice modern easy-to-maintain furnished flat, and Martin and I both have money to pay the rent. We're not expecting subsidy from you and Dad. But we don't have the time to go looking around."




Tommy's First Year at College Pt. 02



"Tommy, Dad and I need to see you both together to discuss this. We don't want either of you to mess up your performance in next year's exams. You will find all sorts of distracting chores to be faced, like the garbage and the laundry and the bills for services, that you ought not to be spending your time on."

"I know that Dad spent his second undergraduate year in a flat with you, so I don't see how you can object!"

"I'm not objecting. I'm just pointing out the difficulties! Bring your new friend to lunch on Sunday. It will only be a sandwich affair, because we only have a light lunch when we're dining in college in the evening. But keep at least a couple of hours free. Dad and I need to see this man that you're going to sleep with every night. What are his name and college?"

"Martin Robinson and he's at Sanguis."

"OK, then we'll see you on Sunday!" And he dismissed his son with a kiss.

Both Jon and David dined on high table that night. As they walked home about 9 pm, Jon told David about their son. "Tommy came to see me today. He told me he was gay!"

"WHAT? He can't be. He's never shown any interest in boys or men!"

"He's taken up with a boy from Sanguis who's reading classics in the same year as he is. They want to move out of college next year and live together in an apartment. He came to ask our help about finding one. I've invited them both to lunch on Sunday so that we can give this guy the once over. I know that we tend to be overprotective about Tommy, but this sudden proclamation of gayness seems out of character."

"I guess that he's probably bi." said David. "Although he's not told us, it's pretty clear that that girl who came here when we were in the Netherlands was sleeping in his bed, and I'm pretty sure that they were having it off!"

"Let's just hope that the boy is intelligent, handsome and loving. We don't want Tommy to do what Sandro did and fall for a promiscuous sod who only wants to notch up arseholes!"

The following Sunday, Tommy and Martin turned up at Octavia Avenue at noon. Tommy led the way into the sitting room where his two fathers were sitting waiting. The two boys stood by the door and the two men gazed at the pair of them. They were a handsome, if contrasting, couple. Martin was smartly dressed and his hair carefully brushed. He smiled in embarrassment at the two men. "Dad and Pop," said Tommy, "this is my friend Martin Robinson."

"Pleased to meet you, sirs," said Martin.

David started the conversation by saying, "Martin, do you think that Tommy is gay?"

Martin replied, "I think he's probably bi. But he certainly enjoys it when we make love. You can't fake the way he behaves when I kiss him!"

"I understand that the two of you are an item. What I want to know is, what do you consider are the long-term prospects for your relationship?"

"I can only speak for myself. I want a long-term relationship, possibly even life-long. I was in love with Tommy long before we did anything sexual together."

Jon took over the questioning. "Tommy, are you sure of your sexuality?"

"Yes. I'm bi. I'm in love with Martin. Making love with him was so enjoyable, compared with Carol. With her, I felt that all the time she was egging me on. There was no spontaneity in what we did together. She led and I followed. But I WANT to make love with Martin."

"Maybe you haven't met the right woman yet. Suppose you fell head-over-heels in love with a woman. How would Martin stand then?"

"I would never abandon Martin for a woman. But I might want her as well!"

"Martin, what would your reaction be if you were asked to share Tommy with a woman?"

"That's a question that is so theoretical that I don't know how to answer it, except to say that it would depend on what the woman thought of me and how she felt about coming into an existing relationship rather than breaking it up," Tommy replied.

"This question is addressed to both of you," said Jon, "how do you envisage your lives after you've graduated and got jobs?"

"We're going to have a difficult time finding jobs in the same place. I want to stay on and do research. Tommy is thinking about becoming a teacher."

"Do you want children?"

"YES!" replied both boys together.

David said, "You know that, in spite of all the changes of recent years, life is still difficult for gay couples, especially those who want to bring up children. Jon and I with hindsight did not choose the easiest routes to bring up Tommy and his brother and sister. In fact, if we hadn't been wealthy, I don't think that we could have done it. Let me pour you chaps a beer each, while Jon and I retire for ten minutes to consider our verdict. This is not just about you, Martin: Tommy is also going to undergo judgement!"

The two fathers retired into their shared study and discussed Martin.

"He seems a nice enough boy." said David. "There's certainly no doubt about HIS sexuality. He's as gay as a nine-pound note! But are they doing the right thing in moving out of college? They may well miss out on lots of social activities."

"Such as? I can't see them dancing together at a June Ball!" June Balls are triennial social events organized by Camford colleges to commemorate their founders and benefactors and to raise funds for the college. They are very expensive social occasions often highly charged with sex and drunkenness. But they are not the kind of occasion at which men can dance together. "But the last time that I made a decision like this on my own," Jon continued, "when Sandro got involved with Jack Meredith, I got it wrong. So, David, this time I'm going to let you decide if you think this is the right man for our Tommy!"

"I think so. And if I'm wrong, it will be a learning experience for Tommy. The young are emotionally robust, and I can't see him breaking his heart if Martin dumps him. Look how Sandro recovered when the right man came along."

They returned to the sitting room and Jon said, "Martin, you're approved. Let's have another drink!" He left the room and returned with a cold bottle of Prosecco and four glasses.

David said, "Martin, we really have no rights at all to interfere in your and Tommy's lives. We are overprotective towards our son, because of what happened to him in his early childhood. Get him to tell you about it sometime. In the meantime, our very best wishes for you both in your new relationship!" He wondered about kissing Martin, but decided that it would be better to shake his hand. He then poured the wine.

Jon asked, "Where do you want this apartment to be? There's a new small block of rental apartments going up in a redevelopment area near the Camwell, ten minutes walk from Boni's, and Sanguis is not much further. Is that close enough for you to get to all your lecture sites as well as college?"

"That would be ideal," replied Tommy. 

"In that case, I'll instruct Tim Ingledown, as soon as you have inspected them and made a choice. You don't have the time to buy off plan, you need something ready furnished that you can move into at the end of term. And what about cooking? It would be easy but expensive to eat out all the time. But if you plan to set up home together, you can't eat out or subsist on takeaways all the time!" 

"We've discussed this," said Tommy. We would eat out or use takeaways during term, but in the vacs, Martin will cook for us. His father insisted when he was a teenager that he had cookery lessons with his housekeeper. However, I've not yet tasted his cooking! In any case, we will eat in our separate colleges on Sundays during term."

Chapter 25 Exchange of E-mails

From m.a.robinson@sanguis.camf.ac.uk to t.j.robinson@ivanisp.net

Dear Dad

It will not come as much of a surprise to you when I tell you that Tommy and I are now an item. He has finally finished with his girlfriend and said yes to me. We are going to rent a furnished flat together next session so that we can have a year living together before we return to our respective colleges for our final two years. We hope to inspect some premises next week, and hope to move in in July, although I will come home for a week or two in August.

I hope that this news does not make you lonely. You have been so good to me over the years that I feel rather guilty about leaving you to live for 48 weeks a year on your own. But Tommy is such a sweet person that I cannot turn my back on him or have a sexual relationship without commitment. He is very religious and it was a struggle for him to recognize his sexuality. He has been brought up thinking himself straight, although his family is full of gays! But that does mean that he knows that homosexuality is normal for a minority of human beings, and that the bible recognizes this. The biblical King David had a highly honourable homosexual relationship with Jonathan and a highly dishonourable straight relationship with Bathsheba, another man's wife.

Please let me know how long you want me to stay this summer, because I may try and get a part-time job in Camford.

Dad, I love you

Martin.

From t.j.robinson@ivanisp.net to m.a.robinson@sanguis.camf.ac.uk

Dear Martin

You are right that your relationship with Tommy came as no surprise to me. He is a nice lad, and I hope that you will both be happy together. 

Now that you have a regular partner, I must admit to something that I perhaps should have told you some time ago, but feared that it might make you unhappy and you might find it disloyal to the memory of your mother. I have been dating a lady of my own age for the last six months, and we will shortly be getting engaged, with a view to getting married early next year, so you need have no fears of me being lonely! Equally, we are too old for there to be a chance of us producing a brother or sister to rival you in our affections! Moreover, Mary is a childless widow, so you will not acquire any unexpected step-brothers or -sisters to share me with!

Secondly, early on in our relationship, I told her that I had a son whom I love very much, who is gay. We have talked about you several times, and she is quite happy to love you as a son and accept your gayness. I think that when you meet her you will learn to love her quite quickly, and I hope that Tommy will too. Can both of you come and see us for a week or so in August? We're off on a cruise together in September.

Let me know when you get fixed up with somewhere to live next year. I might be able to pay for something that you need.

With all my love

Dad

Chapter 26 An idyllic Pentecost term

The rest of the term passed without much in the way of events. The boys regularly spent Saturday mornings in a punt on the river instead of at the Fitness Centre, and had lunch at a riverside pub where they could moor the punt and sit in the garden next to the river. After returning the punt to the boathouse, they would then wander slowly, hand-in-hand, back to either Martin's or Tommy's room for sex. Saturday evenings, if it was fine, they would watch a play in a college garden, and in that way began to learn more about obscure Elizabethan and Jacobean drama. Perhaps as a consequence of this, Martin developed an interest in seventeenth-century poetry.

It turned out that Martin's twentieth birthday was early in June, round about the time of the College Feast in Saint Boniface's on June 5. Tommy booked a table at the Venezia for the birthday itself and signed out of hall. He insisted on treating Martin to an elaborate meal, from antipasto with Prosecco, through pasta and main course with a bottle of Amarone, to dessert with a sweet wine. He had told the staff about the birthday and the boys got free glasses of limoncello with their espresso. While they were drinking their coffee, Tommy handed Martin a gift-wrapped box, which on opening proved to contain a small bottle of Storing pour Homme perfume, a large stick of SpH deodorant and a large bottle of shower gel with the same perfume. Martin opened the perfume and sniffed it. "It's Storing pour Homme!" he exclaimed in delight. "I've always wanted some, but didn't like to buy it myself because it would be advertising myself as gay."

"My fathers buy it regularly on the internet," said Tommy, so I got Pop to order some for me to give you. I'm not planning to use it myself, even when we share a bathroom in a few weeks time. I'm looking forward to using the shower gel though, to wash you under the shower!"

Tommy paid the bill and they walked back to Sanguis, furtively holding hands. They were both sleepy, and sat down on Martin's sofa with their arms round one another. "Thank you, my darling Tommy" whispered Martin as he kissed his friend. Disinclined for more coffee or alcohol, they sat sleepily side by side, but eventually crept into Martin's bed, with Tommy muttering a few hasty prayers as they fell asleep. Early next morning, they woke up to find that Tommy was hanging out of the small bed, held in only by the bedclothes. Tommy got up, washed hastily in Martin's bathroom and walked back through the quiet streets and sneaked back into college via the night gate. He busily rumpled up his bed before shaving, cleaning his teeth and going into breakfast.

At the end of term, both boys satisfied their tutors in their respective progress tests. Tommy told Dr Featherstone that he had now sorted out his love life. The tutor replied, "Yes, I can see from your work this term that you have now settled down. I'm giving you another alpha, but be warned that if your performance slips next year, there'll be no third-year scholarship after the exams. But I have high hopes for you as long as you continue to have regular sex!" As usual, Tommy came away from his tutor amazed at the man's perceptiveness. Martin however told him that Dr Featherstone was not unduly perceptive, but that he, Tommy, had poor social interactive skills. "If you want to be a teacher, you're going to have to get much more extrovert. Otherwise, you'll be useless!"

The property development in Saint Saviour's Street had two newly furnished properties available to rent. The boys chose the one on the first floor. It had two bedrooms, a large sitting room, a small study, a kitchen with space to eat and of course two bathrooms, one en-suite. Unlike most first-years, their exams were not due to take place until the end of their fifth term at Easter in their second year. They took the standard lease from the beginning of July with a built-in option to renew. The rent was commercial: clearly none but the most affluent students could afford to live there. Because it was a new development, the furnishings were all new. They were not of the highest quality, but were more than adequate for a year's residence.

Just after the end of term, Tommy and Martin turned up at the Examination Halls with a bottle of Prosecco to celebrate the end of Carol's exams. Carol was surprised to see them, but glad, because her new boyfriend had gone home at the end of term. As they sat on the steps drinking the wine out of cardboard cups, Tommy kissed her with what was a farewell kiss. Tommy intended this gesture to assure her that there were no hard feelings between them. 

Chapter 27 Holiday at Getheringthwaite and a visit to Loxton

That summer, during the school holidays, Dom and Sandro took two weeks' holiday and the Ovenden-Mascagnoli family moved to their new holiday home at Getheringthwaite. One of the purposes of the visit was for Sandro to join David and Jonathan in persuading Sandro's grandparents to sell up in Loxton and move permanently to Rockwell's Barn, where they would be within easier reach of David and Jonathan. Benedict and Helena Scarborough were now in their eighties, and reasonably fit, but were becoming increasingly lonely as their friends in Loxton were dying off. At Ixton, they would be only an hour's drive from Camford in the event of anything untoward happening. Anne volunteered to accompany her fathers in the drive to Loxton, where they were welcomed by Sandro's grandparents and David and Jon. Jane remained at Getheringthwaite with Elizabeth and Dom.

It would be the last time that the house at Loxton would be filled with visitors, because they found that Mr and Mrs Scarborough had finally made up their minds to move. "It will take us several months to sell the house and the furniture, but we would hope to be with you all and permanently resident at Rockwell's Barn by Christmas," said Mr Scarborough. David and Jonathan were delighted that there would be, for the first time for some years, someone permanently living at Rockwell's Barn.

One day, David and Jon took Anne for a walk round one of David's old routes. "It's probably the last time that I will do this walk," David sighed to them. "I remember walking this way with Dorothea when I revealed to her that I was in love with you!" he said, looking lovingly at Jon, who at once took his hand. This did not worry Anne in the slightest: her fathers were always holding hands.

"Will you miss Loxton, then, Uncle David?" she asked. The twins called David and Jonathan 'uncle,' even though they were great uncles. No-one seems to have invented the word 'gruncle.'

"Not really. With your great-grandparents living in Ixton, there will be nothing to hold my affections here. From now on, we will be permanently living in the south. The only relatives left in the north are your Uncle Tom's sister and her family in Newcastle."

"I really envy Uncle Tom and Uncle Luke and our cousins living in Italy. I would like to live in Italy when I grow up!" Anne said, "after all, I can speak the language! And they have nice clothes in Italy."

Next day, Jon asked Anne to go for a walk with him. He asked her what it was like to be brought up by two men. He told her that his daughter Cathy was a militant feminist as a result of her lack of a mother figure in her upbringing. He asked her what her views were. Although she was only just thirteen, she was old enough to be able to make a judgement. Anne replied that in Elizabeth Hambleton she had a mother figure, and she dearly loved her two fathers. "I'm a moderate feminist!" she said. "I don't want to be denied anything in life because of male resistance. The 'glass ceiling' must be shattered. But I do not feel any hostility to men, I'm just anxious not to be excluded from any opportunity in life by discrimination."

"I asked you, because I have a major problem," said Jon. "The Camford Men's Fitness Centre was built twenty-five years ago to provide a place where men could have facilities for leisure away from women. Just as women need places where they can relax in non-stressful surroundings and be themselves, free from the presence of men, and this is fairly generally recognized, men have exactly the same need. The Fitness Centre is a place where all men, gay as well as straight, can unwind and be themselves. But there is a campaign on hand in Camford to compel the Men's Fitness Centre to be open to women. No-one is agitating for unisex toilet facilities, indeed both men and women dislike the idea. Why can't women accept the same viewpoint for our fitness centre?"

"Uncle Jon, you can't argue with militants. It's quite fruitless. Why don't you try a more subtle approach? You have pots of money. Why don't you offer money to build a women's fitness centre, offering the same facilities?"

"It already exists: it's the Camford Olympic Pool and Leisure Centre, open to all. The Men's Centre is membership by subscription only. If women were admitted, it would massively increase our waiting list."

"That's a typical male simplistic attitude! What you should do is to offer a large sum of money to build a women's fitness centre, but make the donation conditional on an equal or greater sum being raised by public appeal. No doubt when you were money-raising for the Men's Fitness Centre you had to appeal for funding from donors. Let the proponents of women's fitness put their money where their mouth is! If they can't raise the money, the idea is dead, because clearly there's no demand. If they do raise the money, women will be fitter!"




Tommy's First Year at College Pt. 03



Chapter 29 Financial irregularities

Jonathan was so concerned about Tim's revelations that he immediately arranged to drive to Womble the following Saturday to talk to Dom. He told Dom that it was important to ask Tim to find out if there had been anything suspicious or any unexpected happenings in connection with the Ovenden family finances. 

A few days later Dom said that he had contacted many of his acquaintances involved in internet security, and was told that there was a major agency based in Eastern Europe that specialized in hacking into the bank accounts of wealthy or prominent people in the west. By creating financial chaos, they could discredit the person in the eyes of the public and the government and in the ensuing situation, extract large sums of money out of their bank accounts without much attention being attracted. Two major civil servants at two important ministries had lost their jobs after it was found that they had received major payments for supplying financial details of government departments' bank accounts. At once Tim and Jon contacted the heads of their four major charitable ventures, the Camford Men's Fitness Centre, the Edmund Heptinstall Educational Trust, the Afforestation Trust and the drystone wall repair trust, urging them to conduct an immediate internal audit of all their books and bank statements, looking for unexpected and/or unexplained transactions. He also asked each organization for a complete list of all present and past employees with details about qualifications and subsequent employment for any who had left. Tim, Dom and Lord Wakefield took the same type of action, in case there were any security issues in Tim's offices.

Two days after these events, both Bernard Silverdale of the Heptinstall Trust and Robin Banks of the Afforestation Trust reported significant withdrawals from bank accounts. These were of a total value of a couple of million pounds for each trust. No invoices were found in either organization's offices to support any of these withdrawals. However, they were in small amounts over a period of three years, and were not consistent with stolen computer data. They were more consistent with employee embezzlement. The discovery was particularly embarrassing to Bernard Silverdale, as he had been brought in by Tim and Jon to run the Heptinstall Trust after a previous occurrence of embezzlement by his predecessor. Curiously, no financial irregularities were found in the books of the Fitness Centre, possibly because its bank balances were much smaller. A few days later, Tim found that several of the Ovenden family trusts had also been the subject of embezzlement. This suggested strongly that the thefts were associated with Tim's office in London. The thefts, though, did not explain the mysterious WESF organization and its activity.

Chapter 30 The flat-warming party

Two days after the end of term, Tommy and Martin took all their possessions from their college rooms to the flat in St Saviour's Street. They did not use the bedding they had brought from college, they bought new silk sheets to fit the king-size bed that they were to share. "I've had a spoilt upbringing, Martin!" said Tommy. Ever since I was adopted, I've slept under silk sheets, and now I can share them with you!" They had to buy quite a few things for the flat using a cheque which Martin's father had sent him for his recent birthday. 

A week or so after moving in, they held a small flat-warming party to which they invited David and Jon, Sandro and Dom, and Caterina and Beatrice. The party had an Italian theme of course, with Italian snacks and Italian wines, including a pannacotta that Martin had made himself. Some Italian was also spoken as they drank Prosecco, though out of courtesy to Martin and Dom, it was only idle chat and not conversation. While billed as a flat-warming, the party had the additional function of being Tommy's coming out. 

The only person to be surprised at Tommy's revelation that he was bi, was Dom, who nevertheless welcomed him warmly to the gays in the family. It was the first time that Martin had ever met a lord. Beatrice who had known Tommy for a couple of years said that she was not surprised. His obvious reluctance to go further with her had made her realize soon after they started dating that he liked men as well as women. Tommy resolved to phone his brother and sister and let them know about his new lifestyle, before Sandro or his parents could give it away. Caterina, with the tact and wisdom of age, did not say 'I told you so' to David, but she felt like doing so! So the main role of the occasion was to introduce Martin to the closest members of Tommy's family. Even Martin's self-confidence was put to the test by meeting all these close relatives of Tommy's at the same time!

After they had gone, Martin said, "That was a bit of an ordeal for me! And I haven't met your sister yet. How many other relatives do you have that I have not yet met?" 

"Well, there's my gay brother Luke in Italy and his partner. I must get in touch with him, because I want us to stay with them on our visit to some classical sites in Italy in September. I've also an aunt in Italy, who's Luke's biological mother. She and her husband have a daughter, who was brought up as Sandro's sister. You know of course that Sandro is not a biological cousin. Although I call him cousin, he is Luke's biological brother! Then there's also my uncle Jeroen, Dad's younger brother, who is married with two children and lives in Switzerland.

"Martin, there are some other things I need to tell you that to me are vitally important. You know that I take my faith very seriously. That means that in the vacations I will go to church every Sunday, though it can be like in term-time at 8 in the morning, so don't expect a lovely lie-in with me on Sundays. But that does mean that the rest of the day is available to go out with you or go to bed with you, although I hope that we will spend some weekends at Ixton with my grandparents. You haven't seen Rockwell's Barn yet. It's a converted farm building with an indoor pool in beautiful countryside about an hour's drive from Camford. It belongs to my parents, but my grandparents now live there permanently, and of course they are anxious to meet you. I would like you to come to faith, but only by my example. I will never try to coerce you or talk you into any kind of belief. If you ever come to faith, it will be because you want to. If I'm a bad Christian, you will never want to become one!"

Martin replied, "My darling Tommy, I love you. I am now the one not wanting to rush! I have no plans to be converted to Christianity, unless your example impresses me. I just want to cook for you and eat and sleep with you, and of course as soon as possible to fuck with you! We'll see how our relationship develops." And he threw his arms round Tommy and kissed him violently.

Chapter 31 Telephone call from Tommy to his brother

Tommy: Hi Luke, this is Tommy. Big goings-on in Camford! I have moved out of college for a year into an apartment so that I can live with my new boyfriend!

Luke: WHAT?? Are you telling me that you're gay?

Tommy: No, bi, actually!

Luke: Why didn't you choose a duplex room? I assume that he's a student?

Tommy: Yes, but at a different college, Sanguis. His name is Martin, and he's passionately in love with me. He's also reading classical languages. He's a year older than me. He comes from Sheffield, near Dom's family seat. Please can we both come and stay with you in September? 

Luke: I'm terribly sorry, Tommy, but it will have to wait until next year. Tom and I have given a home to a pregnant girl called Olivia, and we hope to be able to adopt, or at least become guardians of, her baby, as the man who got her pregnant has disappeared without trace, and you know how we are longing to start a family. The whole business has not been finalized, but by next year, if all goes well, you will both be able to come and meet Olivia and the baby boy, who is due in June. Have you told Cathy yet?

Tommy: Luke, that's wonderful news! I know how you have both longed to become fathers. No, we haven't told Cathy yet. She's the next on my list to phone. Martin is an opera enthusiast, so we hope to see a lot of opera when we do get to Italy. Look, we have a spare bedroom, so that the next time Tom comes to Camford, he's welcome to stay with us. We could play duets together. I don't get much time to play the piano these days. Our new apartment is very handy for getting to Boni's or anywhere in the town centre, and is about 15 minutes walk from the labs. Tom could sample Martin's cooking! He's a really good cook, my new boyfriend. I'm very proud of him.

Luke: Tom would enjoy that. We need to see more of our younger relatives, because we are rapidly approaching middle age! Tom's students are young of course, but you can scarcely get matey with people that you're teaching. So for that reason too we are delighted at the prospect of a baby boy. I can't help of course being glad that you have decided to be gay, or at least bi. You'll find it much easier to make a man happy than a woman! Also you'll get more sex!

You're a believer, like Tom and me, so let me recommend some scripture for you to read on the subject of man-man love. Read the gospel of John. In it you will find that Jesus loved two men rather more than the rest of his disciples. One was Lazarus. You may remember the gospel reading at Dom and Sandro's blessing service: See how he loved him! say the Jews when Jesus weeps at Lazarus's tomb. And then there is the disciple that Jesus loved. He cuddled up in an intimate way to Jesus at the last supper. Some people think he was the same person as Lazarus. I'm not saying that any sex took place, but man-man love does not need to involve penetrative sex. However, the gospels do contain one example of perverted man-man contact, when Judas betrays Jesus by kissing him. That has rather brought public displays of affection between men into disrepute. But if anyone EVER tells you that man-man love is sinful, just tell that person to read the fourth gospel.

Give my love to your friend Martin. Anyone who loves you must be a nice guy. I hope that you may eventually be able to bring him to faith, but even if you can't he is a lucky guy to benefit from your prayers. Tell him that from me!

Chapter 32 Tommy comes out to his sister

When Tommy phoned his sister Cathy, she groaned when she heard his news. "Not ANOTHER gay in the family! The family will die out if all the male Singleton-Scarboroughs only like men!"

"Only a woman could get away with that kind of remark! How's my little godson?" asked Tommy.

"He's sweet. He's now pulling himself up on things and trying to walk. Why don't you come up for a weekend and bring Your new boyfriend? We've got a guest bedroom with a king-size bed. Have you met his family yet?"

"Martin's an only child with a widower father who's about to remarry, so he doesn't have much in the way of family. He hasn't even met his new stepmother yet. I've met his father, who seems very happy to accept me as his son's lover. They live in Sheffield, which is a nice city."

"Yes, Sandro's partner Dom worked there for six months in his first job after leaving university."

"I've got another piece of news for you. Luke and Tom have got a live-in girlfriend, and she is expecting a baby boy in June!"

"Which of them is the father?"

"Neither! Like Luke's mother, she had a brief affair with a man who abandoned her and disappeared. Under Italian law, the boys can't adopt the baby, but they can become his legal guardians. Needless to say, they are both thrilled!"

It was arranged that Tommy and Martin would visit Cathy and Edmund at the end of July, before going to Sheffield.

After several months of police investigation into the embezzlements at the Overton family trusts and the Heptinstall and Afforestation trusts, an arrest was made. A former employee at Tim Ingledown's offices in London was traced and found to have very large bank balance. In addition to the embezzled money, the man had been in receipt of regular substantial payments from an organization know to have Russian connections. It transpired that he was being paid to obtain confidential banking and password information. However, greed was his downfall. In addition to passing information to his Russian-connected paymasters, he had put his own hand in the till, and these thefts had exposed him. All the trusts involved at once closed their existing bank accounts and transferred their financial assets to other banks via an untraceable route. He was charged with fraud and false accounting, and made to surrender his passport to the police. While he was on bail, Tim's private detective kept a close eye on him. 

Tim was deeply apologetic to Dom's father and to David and Jonathan. "I don't know how this has happened!" he told them. We are a very small group in the office. Everyone is discreet and well paid. The man came to us with impeccable credentials. However, we do not know what other damage he may have done. Please keep your eyes open, and in particular let me know if you get letters from lawyers whom you do not know. I am now going to conduct an audit of all the Ovenden and Singleton-Scarborough family trusts to find out exactly how much pilfering has been taking place in them. It may be too that we can show that there has been negligence on the part of the banks."

A few months later the man came to trial. He was sentenced to seven years in jail, and made to repay some of the embezzled money. Some of the missing money was shown to have gone to Russia, and the judge took this into account when sentencing him. Tim's office immediately approached their former bankers and told them that unless the banks compensated them fully for the lost money, they would make the banks' breaches of security public knowledge. Immediately the banks repaid the missing money.

These events however, shed no further light on the organization calling itself Women's Equality in Sport and Fitness. Accordingly, Tim Ingledown advised that they should no longer employ an investigator to look into the organization, because months of observation had led to nothing.

Chapter 33 A visit to Cathy and her family

The visit to Cathy and Edmund was interesting. Since Hugh had been born, they had lived in Richmond-on-Thames. They had decided that although Greenwich would have been more convenient for Edmund's work, Richmond was a better place for a child to grow up in. Tommy did not know his sister very well: she had left home before he was adopted. Before they set off, he rang her and asked if she and Edmund liked opera. When they said that they did, he booked tickets for four persons for the Royal Opera at Covent Garden on the Saturday, preceded by dinner in a nice small restaurant nearby. He asked Cathy to get a baby sitter to look after their son, Hugh. He was a sweet little boy. He took a great fancy to Martin and kept trying to climb on to his knee. 

As usual with her brothers, Cathy took a blunt line. She looked carefully at Martin and said to him, "I would have expected Tommy to fall for someone more macho-looking than you! You're both rather similar in build. It's difficult to guess who is top!" 

Tommy blushed violently, but Martin just grinned and said, "Well, feel free to carry on guessing. You surely don't expect us to talk about it? All you need to know is that I dote on your brother." Considering that he had never had any siblings, he dealt with Cathy far more expertly than Tommy. Tommy was beginning to realize that if he was to be any good as a teacher, he must become much more outgoing and robust in his emotions.

The opera that they went to hear was Aïda. The international cast were all brilliant, and Martin enjoyed himself immensely. As they went back to Richmond on the underground, he got hold of Tommy's hand and whispered "You may have problems with other people, but you certainly know how to make me happy! That evening was as good as a night in bed with you!. Thank you, Tommy, I love you!" 

Cathy grinned at the sight of the two of them, and whispered to Edmund, "That guy has worked wonders for Tommy. He was always so quiet and diffident. Martin seems to be making him much more self-confident. It's amazing how good for the self-esteem having someone fall in love with you is."

Edmund had still not completely come to terms with marrying into a family full of gays. He got on well with his two fathers, and saw very little of Cathy's brother Luke, as he lived abroad. But he had not met his other brother-in-law very often, and had never thought that Tommy would take up with a man. However, in spite of the fact that Martin seemed more obviously gay than any of the Singleton-Scarboroughs, especially since he was reading an 'arty' subject in Camford and was an opera fanatic, he found him easy to get on with. One night he took Tommy and Martin to the local pub in Richmond. He found to his relief that they were both enthusiastic beer-drinkers. Edmund had feared that they might prefer poofter drinks like cocktails. 

It was a very enjoyable men's night out. Edmund himself had read economics at Camford, and was the essential businessman. He had been attracted to Cathy because she was the archetypal feminist, determined to make her way to the top in a men's world. To his amazement, motherhood had changed her radically, and she seemed happy, and indeed anxious, to become a full-time mother, at least for a few years. Nevertheless it was clear to him why his wife had had very little to do with the rest of her family, who were all either artistic or academic, or like her Dad, David, both. It did not surprise him that Tommy's boyfriend should be an opera enthusiast.

Next day the two boys were allowed to take little Hugh for a walk in his push-chair in Richmond Park. He was just beginning to say a few words, and at the sweet age when children mispronounce some of the difficult words that they hear. "We must see more of him," said Tommy, "after all, he's my godson. We must be nice to all my nephews and nieces and see them often, until we get our own kids, which is bound to be a long while yet. Hugh is the third of my nieces and nephews. Sandro and Dom have two adopted daughters and Luke and Tom are expecting a baby boy in June. It will be great when we can start adding children to this list! But it'll be a few years yet."

On the Monday, they took the train back to Camford. That night they went to bed early. Tommy started to undress his friend. He had Martin's T-shirt off in no time. "What do you think of my sister?" he asked.

"I like a woman who doesn't mince her words," said Martin. "She didn't call either of us a poofter, so I know that she is not anti-gay." 

"Most women are not," said Tommy, "many straight men are homophobic because deep down they know that gays have more and better sex than they do, and are not victims of what my brother Luke calls the womenstrual cycle! In Rochester's Sodom the soldiers enjoyed being banned from fucking women, because they could fuck each other and save the money that they would otherwise have spent on whores. Straight men's only satisfaction is their ability to become fathers, and many men these days don't even want to do that!"

"It's taking you a long time to get my underpants down!" was Martin's reply to Tommy's profound reflections on sexuality. 

Tommy grinned, "They've got caught on your cock!" he said. He began to kiss Martin's belly-button which was just visible above his lowered waistband. Then he went behind Martin and began to smother his arse with kisses. As he pulled Martin's underpants and jeans down to his ankles, he pushed his face into the angle between Martin's thigh and the curve of his arse-cheek and began to bite gently. 




Tommy's First Year at College Pt. 03



Martin giggled with pleasure. "No-one's ever done that to me before! You're learning quickly, Tommy boy!" Tommy began to lick the hair on Martin's arse-cheeks. 

"I'm so glad that you love me!" he said. "It makes me proud to be yours. It won't be long, maybe a few months before we can fuck. I'm not going to be submissive, you know. I want to fuck you just as much as you want me! In the meantime, let's get to know each other's bodies." He started to nibble Martin's right nipple.

"You are so sweet, my own darling fag-boy! You have changed my life. It's so wonderful to have someone to eat and sleep with."

"I feel exactly the same about that! Life for me was a bit lonely until I met you," said Tommy. No more was heard from him as he took Martin's rock-hard cock into his mouth and began to suck the head with his lips in the groove between it and Martin's rolled-back foreskin. He poked his tongue into Martin's piss-slit before opening his mouth wider to engulf Martin's manhood. He cupped each of Martin's buttocks in each hand and held Martin tightly against himself as he made a meal of Martin's meat. It was not long before Martin reached orgasm and with a shout shot his cargo of hot spunk deep into Tommy's mouth. 

"You give good head for a beginner!" said Martin as Tommy struggled to swallow all his ejaculate. "When can I start fucking you? Please don't keep me waiting too long, because I need to read up about it. I've never done it before, so I need to prepare!"

Tommy replied, "Surely you must have at least been bottom when you were at further education college before you came up to Boni's?"

"No. I wouldn't let them bugger me. I personally feel that a commitment is needed between partners before going down the chocolate boulevard. That's why I respect your desire to go slow! But for Pete's sake let's get on with it soon! I've got a very good instructional DVD, which shows you exactly what to do. You need to use your fingers a lot in the run-up to pushing your dick in. It's pretty erotic. We'll watch it together!"

Chapter 34 Life in Womble 

It took some months before the villagers of Womble realized that they had a lord living there. The postman had asked Dom why his letters were now addressed to Dominic Batley instead of Dominic Overton and Dom had explained. Although the postman was not a gossip, it somehow leaked out that Dom was a lord. Possibly the leak occurred when he had notified his name change at the local doctor's surgery. Mrs Hambleton said that she had never mentioned his change of title to anyone, but in a village, news of that type tends to spread. It took rather longer for the girls' titles to get noticed, which was just as well, because they grumbled if anyone said "Your ladyship."

A consequence of this was that political party representatives kept calling Dom and asking for his support in election campaigns. He firmly refused all invitations, saying that he was not interested in politics. "Why should I bother about what goes on in Parliament? They chucked my grandfather out of the House of Lords. Even when I inherit the title, I'll not consider an elected position. No-one wants to vote for a disgruntled peer, least of all the other hereditaries!" No-one was interested in Sandro, which was just as well as he had no vote in national elections.

One night Sandro told Dom that he had invited his cousin Tommy and his new boyfriend Martin to come for the weekend. "You could say that it's returning their hospitality for the housewarming party," said Sandro, "but it's really to let our daughters meet Martin. I'm anxious to get the young people's impressions of this young man."

Tommy drove Martin on a Friday afternoon early in August to the Cotswold village. They were greeted by Sandro, who was just home from work. "Dom has gone to meet our daughters at the station," he said. "They'll be here in a few minutes." 

When they arrived, they greeted their Uncle Tommy with enthusiasm and were introduced to Martin. "Are you Tommy's boyfriend?" asked Jane. "We heard that he had a girlfriend!"

"Yes, but I've decided that I prefer men to women!" Tommy told them. 

"So it sounds as if you swing both ways, like our uncles in Italy!" remarked Anne, "they are gay, but they now share a live-in girlfriend between them as well. I think it's great for a woman to have equal access to the attentions of two men!"

"But there's always the problem with fatherhood." said Martin. "Of course in these days of DNA, a ménage à trois family is not a problem any more, but you can see that it might be difficult if the men started to squabble over who should sleep with the girl!"

"I've finished with my old girlfriend Carol," said Tommy. "It was quite mutual. She wanted to be shot of me as much as I did of her. But we're still friends. How are you girls getting on at school, and what do you want to do afterwards?" 

"I want to go to Camford," said Jane, "and Anne wants to go to an Italian university to study Italian in Italy. We're doing GCSE next summer, and we want to get good grades. That's about the only thing that the two of us agree on! We're doing OK at school, because we don't waste time going out with boys!"

"That's only because you don't get many opportunities at a girls' school!" said Tommy. "What will you read at Camford, and which college do you hope to get into?"

"I want, believe it or not, to read biochemistry! As for college, I haven't decided, but probably not Boni's." 

"You could try Winton," said Tommy, "I went to Winton College School, but I decided to study at Boni's."

They all went out for a meal at the local pub, and Sandro arranged things so that Tommy sat next to Jane and Martin sat next to Anne. He and Dom sat between the two girls. Mrs Hambleton had decided to stay at home. Jane said to Tommy, "Tommy, will you take Anne and me to church on Sunday? You always used to take us when we were little." 

"That's a good idea!" said Dom, "then Sandro and I and Mrs Hambleton can get to know Martin. You boys mustn't get into the habit of living in each other's pockets. We know how nice it is to share a bed, worth missing a year's residence in college for, but you must never forget the rest of the world and the rest of your families, especially you, Martin, with only a father and stepmother."

"He's not actually married to her yet, and I've no idea if they're actually shagging! Oh, dear! I shouldn't have said that in front of two fourteen-year-old girls!" said Martin.

"Think nothing of it, Martin!" said Jane. "We were brought up by two crude fathers, who are always farting and belching and cursing! Poor Mrs Hambleton has struggled for years to make ladies of us, but without success!"

So on the Sunday, Tommy and his two nieces went to Morning Prayer at Saint Clement's church and Martin, Sandro and Don sat down together on the back terrace of the house and drank coffee. "How long have you known that you were gay, Martin?" asked Sandro.

"Since I was fourteen. I got expelled from school after an incident. After that I had a private tutor. My father was very good about the whole affair. I expected to be thrashed and threatened, but he just accepted that I was gay and paid for my very expensive private education. So you can understand why I love him much more than most men do their fathers. He's been both a father and mother to me. He's now met Tommy and likes him very much. I don't know what our reception will be like from my new stepmother-to-be, though."

"David and Jon leant over backwards to bring Tommy up to be straight, but apparently it didn't work! But like his adoptive fathers and his brother Luke, he's very pious." said Sandro. "But that means that as well as being very loving, he is very forgiving. But he's always been a loner, slow to make friends. So I'm glad that he's found a friend whom he can love."

"I'm totally obsessed with him. From the moment that I first sat next to him in a lecture (and it's only six months ago), I loved him. I don't know why. All my previous gay encounters were trivial when seen in the light of what I feel about Tommy."

"Martin, can we take you into our confidence?" said Sandro. "Tommy has led too much of a protected life. I expect he's told you about the brutal abuse he got from his birth parents until he ran away from them. The physical scars took several years to heal completely, and Dom and I who rescued him, reckon that the mental scars are still having an effect on him. He is much too passive and non-assertive. He's already admitted that his relationship with Carol was entirely led by her. He's much too introvert. Maybe his submissiveness is what attracts you to him. He sounds like a good bottom! But that's by the way. What he needs is more drive, more get-up-and-go, more ambition. He's good at his studies, which are quite demanding, but he has to be thinking about the future, about his future career, about how the two of you are going to carry on your lives together. I know he's considered teaching, but he would only be any good in a primary school. Secondary school kids would trample all over him. He might be better working in a museum or library. Can we ask you to push him and try and build up his assertiveness?

"However passive and introvert he is, staying at home and looking after babies, if you can get any, is not going to be a career. He could live on family money without doing a stroke of work for the rest of his life, but no self-respecting man, or woman either, could exist without working at a job, a job that they enjoy. He has many wonderful aspects to his character: he's sweet-natured, kind, forgiving, pious and a staunch believer, faithful and committed, but a bit wet. I would not go so far as to call him androgynous, he's definitely male, but he needs to be more assertive. You must have noticed this. You love men, but surely you must be attracted by manly characteristics like assertiveness, firmness and dominance? His ex-girlfriend could give him a lesson in those. Can you?

"Please don't think that Dom and I are control freaks, you love Tommy and so do we. If anything, we want to make him harder to control! We're saying this to you because we don't want all his wonderful qualities to be wasted in this hard, grasping world, and we think that you are the only person who can harden him up a bit. Even his parents can't do this job of changing him. But because you both love one another, he will try and change himself if you can motivate him. You'll need to take a hard line, though."

"Sandro, I'm not sure that I want to be in the business of changing someone," Martin replied. "I love Tommy for what he is. I know that he could be better, and I will try, but I think that he has a stronger character than you think, and will not be easily managed or manipulated. However, you're right that he has been since he was adopted shielded by his parents' wealth from the hard knocks of the world, and that is going to make it more difficult for him to earn a living. So I will try! When it comes to household tasks, we try to share them equally, except for the cooking! Tommy is hopeless at cooking. But if anything, that is more a male characteristic than a feminine one."

"Thank you, Martin, for being so understanding. We wouldn't dream of asking you to manipulate Tommy, and I applaud your defence of him. Love is a wonderful thing. It brings together men from all sorts of backgrounds, and college life, even with Camford's short terms, can be a period of blissful insulation from the outside world, an ivory tower of study, books, culture and love, but sooner or later that joyful period, which I envy you enormously, will come to an end and you will both face the challenge, not only of getting jobs, but of getting them in the same place so that you can go on living together. Dom and I had great difficulty in the early stages of our relationship when we were working in different places and could only meet at weekends. I spent quite a lot of time living in digs in obscure railway towns. We had a year living in Swindon before we bought this house, and Dom had to commute on the train to Cheltenham. He still goes there sometimes, but as a contractor, he can now work mainly from home. But to return to Tommy, we must all try and persuade him to consider alternatives to teaching. What about you?"

"I want to do research for a Ph.D., which means either staying in Camford, or finding another university with openings for classical research. I would also need to find funding. Unlike Tommy, I have no money of my own, and competition for getting a funded studentship is enormously fierce. I think I would have to try for a job with sufficient leisure for part-time graduate study. My father would not fund me, and even if he could, I would have too much self-respect to ask him."

Chapter 35 Martin tells how he popped Tommy's cherry

I went back with Tommy to Camford reflecting on what Sandro had said to me. I fully appreciated the points he was making, and I loved Tommy so much that I was proud to be asked to 'harden him up.' I found myself wondering if he was secretly afraid of 'going the whole way' and letting me fuck him. Of course I was a bit apprehensive myself, but reasoned that my DVD had all the necessary information. Should I become more insistent about 'consummation'? Then I decided that if he was a real man and not a wimp, he would really want sex, and he would, as he said, want to take a turn at being top, once we had taken the plunge and gone anal.

So I started to make plans for our first fuck, and I was determined that we should do our cherry-popping before we went to visit my father and his bride-to-be. To me it would be proof that Tommy was really mine.

One of the things that always made me proud was the fact that he really liked my cooking, and always said something complimentary about it. In many ways he was cute. There was something about his eyes when he looked at me that reassured me that he was beginning to return my love. One day when Tommy was deep in reading a Greek text, I slipped out to do some shopping, allegedly for our supper. However I visited the pharmacy and a sex shop as well as the supermarket and returned home with condoms and lubricant gel as well as a dildo, an assortment of vegetables and some sausages. I also called in at a florist and ordered a bouquet of freesias for delivery the next day.

As we ate the sausages for our evening meal, I said to Tommy. "No work tomorrow! We will eat a special takeaway tomorrow night, but only after we have watched the instructional DVD and then, but only if you agree, I am going to have a go at fucking you. You are so sweet and desirable that I want to get my cock up your rear end as soon as possible!"

Next morning the freesias arrived as I was shaving, and it was Tommy who answered the door and collected the flowers from the delivery-man. He was putting them in water as I dried my face and immediately I began to smother him with kisses. "They are for you, to mark our special day when I make you mine!" I told him. He looked at me happily.

"I want to be yours! I just hope that it doesn't hurt!" he said.

By mid-morning, we were ready. The scent of the freesias filled the room as I made coffee and put the DVD on to play. It was very graphic. There was a minimal amount of commentary, but it showed us all that we needed. At the end of the demonstration, there were a couple of ten-minute porn clips showing several different pairs of guys in action. "I wonder if the guy who's bottom really is a virgin," speculated Tommy.

"I doubt it," I replied. "They don't want to make it seem too difficult! Pull your pants down, I want to see if you've got a boner!" We had not dressed properly that morning, so undressing was quick and simple. Indeed Tommy had a massive hard-on, and so did I. I had assembled a collection of towels and tissues and damp flannels beside our bed. "I don't want to use the missionary position for our first time, because if you're in pain, I don't want to see your face. So let's do it in the traditional gay doggy fashion from the back. But remember that if you ask me to stop, I will stop instantly. I am not in the business of inflicting pain on the man I love!"

Tommy bent over the bed. I opened the lube, pulled a condom onto my tool and coated it with the gel. Then I coated my forefinger liberally with lube and pushed it past the hair-lined entrance into Tommy's 'starfish.' I wiggled it round and then followed it up with two gel-coated fingers, which I then separated inside him to stretch his anal sphincter. He shrank from me each time I pushed my fingers in, but made no sign of pain or upset. I then repeated the insertion using three fingers and really spread them as far as I could. My boy gasped, and I paused with them stretched for about a minute before withdrawing from his hole. Then, without delay, I began to insert the dildo that I had bought into Tommy's anal passage, and pushed, first gently, then hard. He gasped and yelped loudly. I left it there and said to him, "That will stretch you a bit more than my fingers!" After two or three minutes, he relaxed and I pulled out the dildo gently and replaced it by pushing my cock in. Again he gasped and I kept my tool in position for a couple of minutes until he perceptibly relaxed again. "That's OK now!" he said and I resumed my fucking movements. 

I would pull partially out, and then push back in, and the lube was doing its job and after a few minutes my arse was moving up and down vigorously as we fucked. "Are you OK?" I grunted as I speeded up.

"Yes," he replied.

It only took a couple of minutes more before I was shooting my load into the condom, as I gently fingered his balls with my left hand, and kissing him between the shoulder-blades. I kept inside him as long as I could, but as I felt my tool going limp, I pulled it out and collapsed beside him on the bed. I put my left arm round him and said, "Thank you, that was wonderful. Were you OK? Can I suck you or wank you off?"

"By the time that you came, I was starting to enjoy the 'full' feeling of your cock in my gut. Up to that time, it felt like a huge turd, and I hand to work hard to prevent a defecatory reflex. But the sensation of fullness is great, and a couple of times when you hit my prostate I nearly went crazy with delight. No regrets, and soon, but not today, I'll be doing the same to you, my darling stud!" And he began to kiss me and to rub his hard dick against my belly. 

I put my arms round him and held him close, my right arm round his waist and my left arm round his arse, as our lips joined each other's face. It was absolute bliss to feel his warm, lithe body so close to mine, the highest bodily pleasure that a human being being can experience, superior to the most delicious gourmet meal or the most urgent bowel movement, superior because it involves two people rather than one. A pleasure shared is double pleasure because you are giving as well as receiving something, and because two men are involved, you know that the pleasure is mutual. Pleasing a woman in this way requires education and skill, a skill that many men are unable to master. Never, never had I felt like this in my casual boyhood sex experiences.

Tommy continued to rub his sweet body against mine, the precome flowing more and more abundantly, until he reached his climax and his hot jism jetted over my belly and chest. We lay there together for several minutes, inhaling the chestnut scent of man-juice and the closeness of our bodies, until he carefully rolled off me and lay at my side and we both licked up some of his ejaculate before wiping away the excess with tissue. He whispered in my ear, "Martin, that was the best thing that ever happened to me. YOU are the best thing that ever happened to me since my adoption!"




Tommy's First Year at College Pt. 03



After showering, we started to discuss what we were going to do after our exams the following March. I said that I was going to study the science and archaeology of the Romans in my classical major. It would take two further academic years. Tommy said that although he had always intended to major in Italian, which would also take two further years, it would involve him in spending his third year as an Erasmus student at an Italian university, and he was now not certain that he could stand a year away from me. I said that it was not my job to nanny him, that it would do him good to live on his own for a year. "After all," I told him, "you have plenty of cash, you can come home every vacation. Moreover, we can have regular phone sex! And at Easter, maybe I could come to Italy and we could explore some archaeological sites. And if you're desperate for company, you can always visit your brother Luke and his family. But I definitely advise you not to choose Trabizona University and live with them. You need to stand on your own feet. Why not consider southern Italy?"

Chapter 36 Martin's new stepmother

Soon after this, the two boys went to visit Martin's father and meet his fiancée. Tommy drove them to Sheffield one 'typical English summer day,' in other words, a cold and wet day. As they drove into the front gate of the house, Martin's father came out to meet them. They grabbed their bags from the back seat of the car and hurried inside. Mr Robinson took them into the front sitting-room, where Mrs Mary Alderton was waiting. Martin extended his hand, but she ignored it and kissed him. Before he could say anything, she kissed Tommy as well. "How nice to meet you two boys at last!" she said. "Theo has told me all about his gay son and friend. As I don't have any children of my own, it is wonderful to acquire a family so suddenly. I like the idea of having two sons! I'm glad that you're not girls. I'm sure that girls would have resented me. Please call me Mary, as I know I can never replace Martin's mother." She was about fifty, but looked younger. She was tall, nearly as tall as Martin, and quite slim. Martin's father smiled happily. He obviously doted on his new girlfriend.

"We're going to get married next summer," he said. We want to fix a date when you can both be there."

"In that case, Dad " said Martin, "it will be best before September, when Tommy is hoping to go to Italy on an Erasmus year, but after the end of June when term finishes." They agreed on the end of July. "Are you planning on a church wedding?" he asked.

"Yes, but a quiet one, at Saint Gregory's just round the corner," said his father. "We're not regular members of the congregation, but I know many people who are."

"Typical Church of England," said Martin, "there to serve the needs of the many, but made use of by only the few! Make sure that you give a big donation to the church as well as paying the fees! By the way, Mary, in my weekly phone calls to Dad, I kept forgetting to ask what you do for a living. What do you do?"

"I'm headmistress of a primary school," said Mary, "so at this time in the school holidays, I need only work in the mornings, and I can do it from home. By the way, your father wants you to be his best man, Martin."

"Of course, how could I ever refuse him? He's been my best friend ever since I was expelled from school. I guess that he's told you about that? While I'm not proud of my stupid teenage behaviour, it gives me great satisfaction that I have achieved academically more from Mr Ellerton's tuition than I could ever have done at a state or even a private school. Dad's money was well spent, and I deeply appreciate what he did for me."

Mary said, "Martin, I gather that you have met a lot of Tommy's relatives."

"Yes," Martin replied, "his parents, his sister and her family, his cousin Sandro and Sandro's partner, Lord Batley. I've not yet met Tommy's gay brother Luke and his partner Tom in Italy. Tom is a university chemist, Luke is assistant manager of the opera house in Trabizona."

"After we are married, Martin, we propose to visit London quite often to go to the opera at Covent Garden. Mary is just as keen on opera as we are."

"In that case you must come and stay with us sometimes. We have a spare bedroom, and you can be in London in an hour on a fast electric train. We can show the two of you the sights of Camford. Tommy's an expert, as he's lived there all his life. Come before you get married if you want to. Maybe instead of me, or the two of us, coming here for Easter, you could come to us. We shall just have completed our first public exams, so we'll probably be feeling quite relieved. We'll be going to Rockwell's Barn at Ixton for Christmas with Tommy's parents and grandparents and his sister, brother and their new son."

The two boys had a pleasant stay in Sheffield. The weather improved and they made several expeditions into the Derbyshire countryside. Tommy got on really well with Martin's stepmother-to-be, and both boys wondered if they had finally found a mother figure for their future lives.

Chapter 37 A holiday on Elba

Early in September, the boys went for a two-week stay in Italy. "We need some sun and open air before term begins," said Tommy, who had taken the initiative in arranging the holiday, which he had done himself, rather than booking a package holiday. They flew to Pisa-Galileo-Galilei airport in Tuscany, whence via train they got to Piombino and caught the ferry to Portoferraio on the island of Elba. From the ferry terminal they took a taxi to their hotel, in a small village. The hotel was small but comfortable, with beautiful gardens and a superb open-air pool. They explored the island in some detail, including visiting the house near Portoferraio where Napoleon had lived during his short exile on the island. Tommy did most of the talking with the hotel staff, and did jobs like buying tickets, and as his rather rusty Italian came back to him, he gained confidence in speaking Italian.

One day, as they lay in bed before breakfast, Tommy said to his friend, "Martin, before we go home, there are two things that I want to do. One is to fuck you. Although sucking your cock is wonderful, I shan't feel a real man till I have bummed you. The other is that I want to spend one day here alone from 10 in the morning until I meet you to go in the pool about 5 pm. That is to give me the opportunity to think about my future and engage in prayer."

Nothing more was said, and the next day a new couple arrived at the hotel, two girls of about twenty. In the bar before dinner that day, they got into conversation with the two girls. They were Dutch by nationality, and spoke excellent English. After a couple of drinks, they all went into dinner and decided to share a table for four. It turned out that the girls had been to Elba before, and knew the island quite well. They said that they were students from the University of Utrecht, studying modern languages. 

The next day they hired bikes from the hotel and explored some of the small villages and had lunch in a trattoria which the girls had visited the previous year. The girls half expected that the boys would try to pair off with them, but to their surprise the boys remained obstinately together. When they got back to the hotel, the boys suggested that they all went into the pool. After a half hour of splashing and diving, they all retired to sun loungers with drinks from the bar. Again to the girls' surprise, although the boys chatted to them in a happy and friendly way, they occupied adjacent sun-beds rather than pairing off with the girls. Eventually the penny dropped. "Die jongens zijn flikkers," (those boys are gays) whispered one girl, whose name was Louise, to the other, who was called Anneke. Anneke, who was the more chatty of the two, asked the boys if they were gay. "Yes!" said Martin. "We wondered when you would guess! So you're in no danger from us, we present neither a threat nor a temptation!"

"I'm not so sure about not being a temptation!" said Louise, looking appreciatively at the boys' slim, sun-tanned bodies in their brief bathing trunks. Tommy blushed, but Martin just grinned.

"Do women really look at men in the same way that straight men look at women, or gay men look at other men?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, certainly. Every woman of our age wonders what a man will be like in bed," asserted Louise.

"And do they look at the size of a man's dick?" asked Martin. "I've heard it said that for women, size doesn't matter."

"That's true," said Louise. "Unless a man is exceptionally small in that department, it really doesn't matter."

"It matters a lot for gay men," said Martin, "and so does whether or not they are circumcized. It requires a somewhat different technique to blow a cut man. But then, it's well known that men are obsessed about the size of their penis, just as many women are obsessed with the size of their breasts. But is this really the sort of conversation that young people on holiday should engage in? Let's change the subject!"

Chapter 38 Tommy, Anneke and Martin

Next day, Martin went off on his own on a bike, and Tommy headed for the village church. It was open and he entered and found a quiet corner where he could sit or kneel. He sat down to pray and meditate. He prayed for all his extended family, remembering especially his baby nephew Giovanni, born a few months before in Trabizona, and for Martin and Martin's new stepmother-to-be. He thanked God for having rescued him as a child from brutality and starvation. He then started to think about his and Martin's futures together, and prayed for God's support when they were apart during his Erasmus year. He read a couple of chapters of Aelred's book on spiritual friendship, a favourite of his father David and his brother Luke. David had given him the book when he moved in with Martin. At lunchtime he went to the hotel bar and bought a panino con formagio which he took into the hotel garden. 

He found a quiet spot at the bottom of the garden, where he ate the panino filled with Piave Vecchio cheese, and read a few chapters of Herodotus, one of the books set by his tutor for vacation reading. By 3 pm, the sun was really hot and he was thinking of returning to his room, when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up to find Anneke gazing down at him. She did not remove her hand, and in a rash moment, Tommy turned his head and kissed it. In a flash, she sat down on the seat beside him and cuddled up close to him with her right arm round his shoulder. The next moment, her left hand was fingering the crotch of his loose-fitting summer shorts. He could feel his cock begin to stiffen. He then found his face being kissed. Her lips were soft and her breath was sweet. By now, his hard-on was making a tent in the front of his shorts, and he could feel the damp of oozing precome. "I thought so!" she whispered, "you're bi!"

Tommy was in a dilemma. He was very tempted to let Anneke do what she wanted, but as she got hold of the zip on his shorts, he said, "Sorry, Anneke, but I don't do casual sex. I would love you to give me blow job, but although we haven't yet made any vows, I regard myself as belonging to Martin. I love him, and even once would be a betrayal, even though he probably wouldn't mind. But I could never live with my own conscience. Anything beyond a kiss and cuddle would make me feel guilty, and I want to enjoy this holiday one hundred percent. If you're not religious, you probably won't understand, but in spite of my biological urges, I can't break a commitment." 

He waited anxiously for her reply, fearful in case she should shed tears of frustration, turn nasty or give an embarrassed laugh and walk away, all typical male reactions to being refused sex. But to his amazement, Anneke smiled and kissed him. "I've never heard of a man refusing an offer of sex before!" she said. "You must love Martin very much." She kissed him again and changed the topic of conversation. She and Tommy went into the bar and drank a cup of tea each, before parting.

When Martin got back about 5 pm, Tommy greeted him In their room with a passionate kiss. His earlier excitement with Anneke had made him really randy. "Martin," he said, "I want to fuck you! Please help me if I need it, and if I hurt you I'll stop." Tommy had got everything ready, lube, tissues, towel, and unwrapped a condom and placed it ready. Then he undressed Martin and Martin undressed him. Naked, they got into bed. Martin smelt of a mixture of sweat and Storing pour Homme. He lay on his back and spread his legs wide. Tommy applied lube to his perineum and pushed some into his anus with one finger and spread it around inside. He then took more lube and made two successive applications with two and then three fingers, and tried to stretch Martin's sphincter with his fingers. Martin winced and then smiled. He reached out and took hold of Tommy's cock which was steadily oozing precome. "Pass me the condom, my sweet," he said and neatly unrolled it over Tommy's manhood. Tommy bent forward and kissed his face before lifting Martin's legs on to his own shoulders. Martin grabbed Tommy's berubbered dick and guided it carefully to the right angle for entry. He then whispered, "All you've got to do is push until I say 'wait.' Then you must let me relax until I tell you to go ahead. You will need to push quite hard to get in."

Tommy did as he was told. When the tip of his cock reached Martin's anal sphincter, he had to push really hard. Martin's face screwed up in pain, but he said nothing, so Tommy carried on. As he got his prick inside, he felt the effort was lessening. Martin told him to wait, so he held it there, gripped by Martin's ring muscle. Eventually Martin muttered "OK" and Tommy started to move his still iron-hard tool. He pulled back a short distance before pushing again, but as the lube took effect, his movements got much easier and in no time he was moving in and out in true fucking mode, his arse rhythmically moving up and down in the air as he worked with his tool. The sweat began to drip from his armpits and he was glad that they had lined the bed with a towel. A smile slowly appeared on Martin's face, and he whispered to Tommy, "That's great. Keep on fucking!" His tool was hard and dripping precome. Tommy carried on and in due course reached the climax of manly joy as he shot his spunk into the condom deep inside his friend. As he felt his erection subsiding and his tool slowly slipping out of Martin, Tommy lowered himself until he was on top of him and was able to rub his belly against Martin's hard-on. Martin put his arms round Tommy's shoulders and chest and clasped him tightly, while rubbing his tool against against Tommy's belly, until he also finally reached release and shot jism all over both their bellies and chests. Tommy lay on top of his friend for several minutes sniffing the scent of man-juice before rolling over and pulling the full condom off his cock and knotting it up. He dropped it on the floor, nestled closer to Martin, licked some of the seed off his belly, before lying there half asleep. 

After ten minutes of intimate warmth, he kissed Martin, and helped him out of the bed. He put the spunk-drenched towel to soak in cold water, and together they climbed into the shower and got themselves cleaned up. "Thank you, my darling boy!" said Tommy. "I now feel like a real man. Do you know, in just over six months, I've lost my virginity in three different ways!"

Martin grinned. "And which did you enjoy the most?" he asked.

"I can't tell you that! It might make you big-headed! I hope that you're not too sore in the seat! Tomorrow we must avoid cycling."

It was nearly 8 pm before they finally got into dinner, both in a happy and sparkling mood of postcoital contentment. After eating, they went to the bar for coffee and found the two girls there, likewise drinking coffee. They joined them at the table and Martin asked if there were any interesting archaeological sites on the island.

"There's the Roman villa with the caves," replied Louise. "It's only open in the afternoons. What did you two do today?"

"I spent the morning in prayer and mediation. And then I did some reading in the afternoon," said Tommy.

"And I went for a bike ride," said Martin. "I got as far as Porto Azurro. There's nice beach there."

"I asked at reception," said Tommy, "and if we get a bus early in the morning to Marciana, we can get to the cable car and go up Monte Capanne which has a fantastic view of the whole island. Let's do it tomorrow! Would you girls like to come along?"

"Not really. We did that last year. But it's certainly worth the trip," said Louise.

When they got to Marciana about noon the next day, they decided to walk up the mountain and come down in he cable car. It was a wonderful sunny day and they walked slowly but steadily up the hill and were nearly at the top when they saw a sheltered valley running off to the right of the path. As they needed a rest, they turned into the little valley and lay down in the shadow of a big rock out of the sun, and out of view of the path. They took their shirts off. "We're not going to get brown here in the shadow!" said Martin.

"No," said Tommy, "but it means that I can get access to your nipples!" He started to nibble Martin's left nipple and pull gently with his teeth on the surrounding hairs. 

Martin thought to himself that Tommy's behaviour was not that of a submissive man. He did not ask to make love, he just waded in and did what he wanted. Martin had ben surprised that Tommy had asked to fuck him so soon after he had been penetrated himself for the first time. He realized that his initial instinct about the boy had been correct. He did have more strength of character than most people thought. 'Perhaps Tommy's insecurity is just due to shyness and the inability to make a positive decision about a career. He's not a wimp. I could never have become attracted to a characterless man,' he thought. 

He relaxed and let Tommy unzip his fly and pull his pants and underpants down to expose his genitals. Tommy gently took hold of his cock and kissed it, before encircling it with his hand and squeezing gently. It responded instantly and powerfully, and after a minute or so, precome started to flow. Immediately, Tommy took it into his mouth and gently started to chew the head. The sensation of the warm, lumpy, fleshy cylinder in his mouth was wonderful. "You're learning fast, Tommy, for someone who came up to college as a virgin!" Martin said, and started to caress Tommy's hair. Tommy took Martin's prick out of his mouth and began to lick the hair on his scrotum, before taking each of his balls successively into his mouth. The hair on them tickled the inside of his mouth in a most delightful way. He then put the prick back in his mouth and tried to swallow it. Martin's groans got faster and faster, and he began to pant. "Oh, Tommy, I'm gonna come!" he said hoarsely, and began to squirt his jism into Tommy's welcoming mouth. There was not a vast quantity for Tommy to swallow, as they had been far from inactive sexually that week. 

Tommy having swallowed what there was, got out his handkerchief and carefully wiped Martin's rapidly shrinking tool. Martin felt in his pocket and pulled out a tissue, which he carefully wrapped round his tool to prevent postcome from marking his underpants. He then slipped his cock back into his fly and zipped it up. He then began to kiss Tommy's lips, and thereby transferred some of his own come back into his mouth. He licked his lips and grinned at his friend. "You get better at lovemaking every day, young man!"

"I'm really in love with you now my sweet stud-boy!" said Tommy. They resumed their walk to the top of the mountain, holding hands, sublimely indifferent to any stares they might get from fellow walkers.