The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 15
Rufus climbed off William, and staring at him lying prostrate and helpless, he removed the used condom. He shook his head and thought to himself 'One of these days, William McLarney, I am going to take you bareback and you won't be tied down.' He was recovering from two explosive orgasms, his own deep inside William's inner sanctum, and the P-spot orgasm he had given William, the evidence of which was dripping down the black plastic bin bag onto the bottom sheet of Rufus's bed.
Bondage was the furthest away from Rufus's mind that it could be. Lust had usurped its place, lust not stilled, but increased by his sexual activity with William. Rufus rubbed himself down with a towel and set about releasing William. He had completely forgotten about Toby who was sitting on the floor, lost in his own world of darkness and the continuous repetition of a five minute snatch of Vivaldi. When he was released, William took his tormentor in a hug and kissed him on the lips. Rufus took charge and after a long French kiss they broke and Rufus said
"William, I want you."
"You've just had me."
"I want you properly – a whole night in bed, just the two of us, nothing to separate us, not even the silicon skin of a condom. I want to plant my seed deep inside you." William blushed, not out of embarrassment, but because after what he had just experienced, he wanted that too, but he had a boyfriend as well.
"Come on, William. I've got to get cleared up. Run this over Toby," he said, handing him the pinwheel. I forgot him completely while we were having fun." Rufus pulled the bottom sheet and the mattress protector off his bed and stuffed them into the linen basket. He put back on his jock, box and crotchless tights. "Okay, William, time to release Toby." He took off the headphones and hood. Toby blinked and said
"That was weird." William took the boxing gloves off for him. "Where did you get that idea from?"
"I suddenly remembered it yesterday. I read somewhere, probably in GY mag, that in the olden days parents made their boys wear boxing gloves in bed to stop them from wanking."
"Effective. Once they're on you can't get them off. I tried."
"You two get off and shower," said Rufus "while I tidy up here." He collected the soiled bed linen and towels, his tights and jock for the washing machine. "You may as well give me yours," and as the other two handed their jockstraps to him, he sniffed them and put them with the pile.
After all three had showered and got dressed, William said
"What are we going to do about a snack?"
"Pizza," said Toby "and William and I have decided that we're going to treat you for giving us such a good time, Rufus. Agreed?"
"Are we eating in or takeaway?"
"As you wish."
"I suggest takeaway because I've got to get this washing dried and put away before the parents come home or there might be big trouble, especially if Mum finds out."
The boys got onto their bikes, cycled off to the local pizzeria and ordered their pizzas and drinks. Back at the Lindstroms' house they lounged on sunbeds and ate their pizzas while chatting.
"So what did you think about your sessions?" asked Rufus.
"I thought you were a bit soft on me," said William, more to provoke, but he had a point.
"I thought that afterwards," conceded Rufus, but it's hard to concentrate on more than one thing at once.
"I felt a bit neglected," said Toby, " but I suppose that's how William must have felt yesterday. I too thought you were more interested in sex than S&M." Rufus blushed. He knew that was true and he'd been caught out.
"I think it's got to be one on one," he said "or two on one, to give the proper attention. The other thing is that as my curiosity gets satisfied, I'm becoming less interested in bondage. It's my brothers that are the driving force. But you're pleased you went through with it?"
"Oh, yes," said Toby. "It makes the sex more exciting when you don't know what's happening to you."
"Or whether the next thing's going to pain or pleasure," added William.
They finished their pizzas. Rufus got up and transferred the washing from the washing machine to the dryer.
"Time, lads, now for a little nude sunbathing. We don't want tanlines when we go on holiday, do we?" They stripped and slapped on sun screen, then dozed off in the sun. Time had advanced and so they were still asleep and didn't hear Carl come home. He called out hallo when he came through the door. Receiving no reply he went to take a look in the garden and there beheld three naked boys. He was just about to speak out when his mind flashed back to his boyhood stays in Sweden with cousin Björn. They too would think nothing of stripping off all their clothes and lying in the sun. Although farther north, the sun would be just as warm. The sky was cloudless as the rain would be routed over Scotland to Norway and leave Sweden in a rain shadow. The sky was a different blue, the light inexplicably different, rather a softer, azure hue. He would enjoy seeing his cousin and his friends naked. Was it here that he learnt to appreciate the male figure. Boys in those days never carried excess weight, at least not until middle life and often not then. He drank in the beauty of the three stretched out in front of him, suddenly realising that he was growing hard. It occurred to him that he had not enjoyed the carnal love of a male body since before he had married Veronica, but more poignantly he felt a vacuum in his existence, a need where there had been none for several years. He had three outstandingly beautiful sons, but because of trust they were off limits, but now stretched out in front of him were two youths of similar beauty who could fulfil that need. He did not know how long he'd been standing there before the flicker of Rufus's eye brought him back to a stark reality. Carl was back in control again. He pre-empted his son's greeting by saying
"Hallo, boys. Hope I'm not disturbing anything." William and Toby's first instinct was to grab their clothes, but Rufus's
"Too late now, lads," was not so much an admission that they had been caught with their trousers down, so to speak, but a warning not to move lest his father should see the redness of their bottoms after the morning's activities.
"I'll make some drinks," said Carl. "Give me a couple of minutes to get changed first. Tea or cold drinks?" After answering, the boys took the hint and while Carl was upstairs, they put their clothes back on, but not without inspecting the flogged backsides.
"Any questions," said Toby "we'll cough to the lesser charge of nude sunbathing and say that we forgot to slap on the sunscreen there, okay?"
Fifteen minutes later Carl brought out a pot of tea and cups and saucers for four. He poured out the tea amidst an embarrassed silence. To release the tension he said
"It's okay, boys. In the Lindstrom household we don't normally ask people to dress for tea."
Rufus was looking forward to Saturday when his brothers would be returning, sometime in the late afternoon. He had missed having them around, but appreciated the week had been a dry run for when they went off to university. Rufus decided he would walk down to the bus station and meet them. When the coach pulled in, he ran across to greet them and gave them a big hug. They had to wait for their luggage to be unloaded from the hold. Then they could make their way home. Rufus looked at their faces. There was something different about them, but he couldn't immediately spot what. The visible parts of their bodies were certainly well tanned.
"I see you've caught the sun," said Rufus. "I can't wait to see the tanlines."
"What tanlines?" said Hugo.
"So, what did you get up to?" asked Rufus.
"Everything and yet nothing," said Magnus enigmatically.
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it was great not to have to do anything, to have no responsibilities. We didn't shave all week, but thought we would to come home."
"Especially as it was only unimpressive bumfluff we had," added Hugo.
"Any pics?" asked Rufus.
"Might be. We had barbecues on the beach. A couple of nights it was warm enough to sleep on the beach," said Magnus.
"Did you get drunk?"
"Not after last week," said Hugo. "I wanted to enjoy myself."
"What about sex?"
"Pfwaw! Lots," said Hugo.
"We seduced two straight kids," said Magnus proudly.
"How did you manage that?"
"One kid wanted accommodation and we said he could kip at our place. We explained what it was and said that it would cost and it turned out to cost him his cherry. We're not heterophobic, we told him."
"He seemed to think it was a fair price to pay," added Hugo.
"And the other one," said Magnus "stumbled on us having a bit of a snog and after saying sorry, sat down for chat and well… one thing led to another."
"We nearly had a third, but his girlfriend came along and spoilt the party by rescuing him," said Hugo.
"Rufus, why do you keep staring at us?" demanded Magnus.
"There's something different about you and I can't see what it is."
"We've had our ears pierced. Have a look." The three stopped in the middle of the pavement, dumping their backpacks, which wasn't terribly popular with the passers by.
"Oh, so you have. Aren't those studs double male symbols?"
"That's right," said Hugo. "Entwined, if you look closely."
"And made in sterling silver," added Magnus.
"What are Mum and Dad going to say?"
"I don't think Mum will care very much," said Hugo "with the mood she's in."
"I don't think Dad will approve," said Magnus, "but just say 'You're eighteen. You have the right to make up your own minds about such things,' and then he'll give us gyp whenever he gets the opportunity."
"Why have you got them on different sides?"
"To emphasise that we're two individuals," said Hugo.
"And how did you decide which side?"
"They say it doesn't count for anything these days," said Magnus, "but left is supposed to mean you're a top and right you're a bottom, and if it doesn't mean anything these days, it doesn't matter anyway."
By this time they had reached their house. They went in to be welcomed by both parents. Soon all five were sitting down to a cup of tea. The twins gave their parents token gifts in appreciation of letting them go (and partly financing it). Hugo said
"Rufus, we brought this back for you." Rufus soon sussed out from the weight and shape what it was and was wise enough not to unwrap it in front of the parents.
"Did you get this at Fat Willie's?" he asked as he thanked them. The other two had to keep a straight face in front of their mother. The ear studs had apparently gone unnoticed.
After they had finished their tea Carl and Veronica Lindstrom went back to what they had been doing before the arrival of the twins and Hugo went up to shower and change.
"I take it this is the cock cage," Rufus said to Magnus.
"That's right."
"How did he cope with it? He didn't file or saw it off, did he?"
"No, but as you can imagine, he didn't wait until Wednesday when the key arrived, either. Okay, at first he had a bit of piss-taking from the others… no, he had a lot of piss taken out of him. He had to wait until the following day, but we had a fridge in the accommodation, and remembering the iced water session in the garage that time, he got some ice cubes and iced water and poured lots of it over his dick and balls until they shrivelled so much that he could squeeze his dick out of the cage. Once that was done it was easy to get the cock ring off and he was free." Both boys burst out laughing. "That put him out of action for a few more hours…" Magnus paused. "… I just didn't have the heart to tell him that I had a spare key with me all the time." Magnus and Rufus just fell about laughing.
"You f***ing c***s, both of you!" Hugo had just come back downstairs and heard the last couple of sentences.
"Something the matter, dear?" said Veronica as she came in from the garden. Hugo now knew he was in big trouble. Foul language was not tolerated in the Lindstrom household. While her attention was focussed on Hugo, Magnus and Rufus quietly abandoned him to face their mother on his own, knowing he would be unable to give an adequate explanation for his outburst.
The two went into Rufus's room and closed the door. Rufus lay on his bed and Magnus sprawled in the chair.
"Any comment about the ear studs yet, Magnus?"
"Mum said 'very nice' and left it at that. Dad noticed all right, but you could see him making every effort not to say anything. We'd have got them done before, but we knew we had to wait until we'd left school."
"How did you manage to seduce these straight guys while you were away?"
"It can be amazingly easy providing you judge them right before you begin. Let's face it, there's the homophobes who once they know you're queer will either run a mile or beat the living daylights out of you. So you don't try your luck with them. Then out of the rest you've got the tolerant guys who shrug their shoulders and treat you as normal human beings. That leaves the ones who show an interest and if you fancy them, you know you're in with a chance. They usually start by asking questions and you let them and answer them. We usually use the same line with slight variations, something like 'Have you ever been kissed by a boy?' The reaction is something like 'No, boys don't do that sort of thing' or 'It must be yeuky' which gives you a way in because they haven't rejected the idea. You continue to chat to them about it until they want to try it. You kiss them. If you can get your tongue into their mouths, you're on to a winner, and if they harden up, you're on your way and will at least get a wank or a suck out of them. If it's me and Hugo, one of us will kiss him while the other takes care of the action in the trouser department. I must say, you do get a bigger kick out of taking a straight guy, a greater sense of achievement. As I say, choose your partner carefully."
"But you won't convert them."
"We're not trying to convert them. It's a bit of fun for us and we hope we're giving them a bit of fun they wouldn't otherwise have experienced."
There was a knock at the door and Hugo put his head round it.
"Can I come in, guys?"
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