The Sins of the Father
by N Fourbois
Chapter 22
"Have you got any brothers or sisters, Michel?"
"No, there's only Mum and me. My father was knocked down and killed by a taxi when I was very young. I'm not sure that I remember him. You can easily confuse memories and photographs from your early life. I think that's why Mum took me to modelling agencies at first. To help make ends meet."
"Why did you choose me to come on this weekend with you. Wouldn't your mother have liked to see Swan Lake ? Or haven't you got a boyfriend?"
"I'm trying to break away from my mother. I need my independence. I'm grateful for all she's done for me, but the time comes, and she appreciates that. And no, I haven't got a boyfriend… yet." There was a short silence.
"You haven't answered my first question." A further pause during which Michel blushed again.
"As I said, I didn't… I mean don't have a boyfriend…" and he blushed deeper. Rufus looked at him, waiting for him to finish his answer. "I rather gave myself away there." He rested his knife and fork on his plate. "I think I'd better come clean." Rufus put his knife and fork down too.
"I think we'd better get on with our food or it'll be cold," he said.
Rufus and Michel talked about all sorts of things apart from themselves as they got on with their meal and finally when they were ready they returned to their room. They switched on the television and sat together on the settee with their arms round each other. They weren't watching the programme and had the sound turned right down, sufficient to avoid an absolute silence in the room. They had got themselves drinks from the minibar. Michel started the conversation from where they had left off over dinner.
"I was telling you I didn't have a boyfriend and that I wanted one. I certainly didn't want one I worked with. Models can be so bitchy and inward looking. I joined the agency about the time your brother Hugo did his work experience. We didn't get on from day one. Then later on Magnus came along. He was such a likable chap, but despite a quickie, it was clear he wasn't interested in any kind of relationship. He told me all about his fantastic younger brother. He got me really excited and when you turned up for work the following Monday I wasn't disappointed. I just had to wait my chance, but I could already see beforehand that this was not going to be a one way thing. You dressed to kill, you exuded 'gayness' and wandered round with your tongue hanging out, so to speak, and in the end it was your tongue that got me. So what do you think about that?"
"It mostly ties up with what we talked about at home, but I didn't realise I was so obvious. Hugo decided to be a bitch from day one. He's not normally like that, but since he's got into this bondage thing, he's been strange. But it's not only that. We've got our family problems as well, a lot to do with us boys coming out officially at the twins' eighteenth birthday celebration. I'm not going to go into details. Along with the bondage things have been difficult. In a couple of weeks Hugo and Magnus will leaving home and I know my mother's not looking forward to that. In many ways it's made me think. I shall miss them. They do keep me regularly serviced, as you might say, and although I've got two great mates at school, they are an item who occasionally allow me to make up a threesome. So when you invited me to come to London with you, I was chuffed to bits and wondered if we might eventually become boyf… well, you know, we might become friends. Magnus hyped me up before I even met you and no way am I disappointed." Michel leant over and gave Rufus a deep kiss.
They re-arranged themselves on the settee so that Michel was sitting up right and Rufus was sitting in his lap, but stretched out on the couch. Rufus enjoyed the feeling of Michel's semi-hard cock pressing against his crack and Michel obviously liked the feeling too. Both boys had taken off their ties and Michel had his hand inside Rufus's shirt, casually playing with his nipples. Rufus hadn't realised before how erotic that could feel and he was ready for it when during a kiss Michel started to caress him on the inside of his thighs, eventually pulling down the zip of his trousers and feeling inside. Michel unbuckled Rufus's belt and helped him to wriggle out of his trousers. Rufus removed his shirt completely and lay contentedly in Michel's arms. It was only a matter of time before they retired to the bedroom and attended to one another's needs.
Their bodies were similar, but with differences. Michel's was slim and sinewy with a tight sixpack that was his natural build; Rufus's sixpack and muscles were the result of the sports and training he did. Michel's nipples were flat until he was aroused; Rufus's were always erect. Rufus's navel was a deep innie; Michel had a well defined outie which just remained flush with his body. Michel's dick appeared short with the glans half its length and clearly defined under his foreskin when flaccid, setting off his low hanging balls, which although impressive on their own, offered no competition when compared with the Cholmondeley brothers' equipment, but when Michel's trouser snake became aroused it became a formidable weapon in his sexual armoury, as Rufus had discovered when his throat had to accommodate it in the broom cupboard.
"Let's go to bed," Rufus whispered hoarsely and full of emotion. "I want to suck your balls. Then we'll see where that leads to."
When Rufus awoke the following morning, it was light and Michel was already out of bed. Rufus had to rub his eyes before he scratched his balls, for there was Michel standing in front of the mirror, dressed in olive green tights, which left little to the imagination. The front bulge was outstanding, but smooth without any outline of his genitals; his pear shaped buttocks were displayed perfectly with the crevice delineated with precision. He wore a top of smooth white cotton with the short sleeves of a tee shirt and the low cut front of a singlet repeated at the back. He was obviously going through a routine of exercises which he continued with for some minutes before he realised that Rufus was awake and watching him. As soon as he saw that Rufus was awake, he stopped his exercises, ran across to Rufus, gave him a good morning kiss and said
"Thank you for last night. You were absolutely superb. Where did you learn to suck like that?"
"Sucking custard through a straw," Rufus replied facetiously. He pulled back the covers and leapt out of bed. The fact that he was displaying morning wood did not disconcert him in the least. They both looked at the bed sheet and were amazed at the number of semen stains for one night. They looked at each other and burst out giggling.
"It'll give the chambermaid something to gossip about," said Rufus.
"I bet they've seen worse in a straight couple's bed," answered Michel. "At least there isn't any blood there."
"I adore the tights and the top. What's with the exercises?"
"Callisthenics."
"What?"
"Callisthenics."
"Something to do with the Greek for beauty."
"Models need to keep themselves in trim. Ordinary gym exercises would cause bodybuilding, which we don't want and so we do callisthenic exercises which keep the body supple, fit and slim without the added muscle."
"And the kit? I must admit you look great. Like the dancers we're going to see tonight."
"Exactly. I like it too. In fact, you can have this kit after the weekend, if you'd like it. That's one of my little jobs this morning, buying new kit, but you'll have to buy your own dance belt."
"Dance belt?"
"That's right. A dance belt is very much like your thongs, but a little tighter, quilted or padded, and worn slightly differently. It's designed to maintain the bulge, but smooth it out so that the audience can't see the detail." Michel took his top off and handed it to Rufus who put it to his nose to smell the sweat. He peeled off the tights. "Cotton and lycra, far more comfortable than nylon as it absorbs the sweat. Now look at my dance belt. You see, it holds my junk upwards so that I don't accidentally squeeze my nuts between my legs and it makes for a better looking bulge. It's especially important, especially if you've got balls like mine. You might get away without one with yours – I wouldn't advise it, though – but your thong wouldn't hold your balls up for very long." Rufus marvelled at what he was being told. "And briefs are a big no-no. They would give you a uni-butt."
"Uni-butt?"
"It would look as if you only had one buttock. The delineation of two cheeks and a crevice are important aesthetically."
"And sexually, I bet," added Rufus grinning.
"I didn't want to say that."
The boys showered and Michel put his top and tights back on.
"You're not going out like that?" Rufus asked in amazement.
"Why not? London is one of the most tolerant and gay friendly cities in the world. I'm in the mood to express who I am." When they were ready, Michel added a dark grey, thin hoodie, which was just the right length to give a hint of his package and butt without revealing all, and they went down to breakfast. They were surprised it had already gone nine. They looked around in the lobby. Still no sign of the pageboy. The waiter in the breakfast room could scarcely keep his eyes off Michel.
The boys eventually emerged into a quiet London Saturday morning, so different from weekdays. They walked to the nearest Tube station and bought a one-day travelcard which would see to all their transport needs. They headed for Covent Garden which would be their destination that evening, but as previously stated Michel had an errand to run. He needed to renew some of his modelling clothes and he took Rufus to a shop in the side streets where they entered and made their way to the first floor. Unless you had been let into the secret, you wouldn't have known it was there, but even on a Saturday it proved well patronised. Rufus looked around at the displays while Michel was making his selection. Rufus thought about how he could wear tights, or a body sock, or even a leotard. All the time he was conscious of the boner in his 501s, thinking that after the previous night's activities his dick would want a rest. He found a catalogue and started thumbing through it when Michel, who had completed his purchases, brought the assistant with him and said
"My friend would like some help in selecting a dance belt. It's his first one." Normally Rufus would not have known where to put his face, but strangely the ambience of the shop and the confidence exuded by Michel made the experience seem as normal as selecting a jacket in a menswear emporium. He'd experienced more embarrassment buying a jockstrap in the local sports outfitters, and not very much then. The assistant took the tape measure from around his neck and deftly took Rufus's waist, hip and inside leg measurements, asked whether he was looking for a thong or full back, to which Michel replied thong, and then showed him a selection, explaining the merits of each one. Rufus selected a flesh coloured one and paid for it with his bank card.
When they got outside, Rufus could contain himself no longer.
"Hey, Michel, I can understand why he needed my waist measurement, but why did he take my inside leg measurement for a dance belt?"
"C'mon, country boy. Wise up. Don't you know you're in the big city now. If you had to take the waist measurement of a hunk like you, wouldn't you take advantage of the opportunity? And the official answer? He thought you would be buying some tights."
"Oh!" said Rufus, quite flattered. "Do you think he thought I was a hunk?"
"I don't know, but I know I do. Come on, country lad, I'll buy you a coffee. You deserve one after the patience you showed in that shop with all the time I took choosing."
As they were sitting over their coffees, Michel asked
"Is there anything you particularly want to do?"
"I wouldn't mind going to Lillywhites."
"Where's that?"
"It's that big sportswear store on Piccadilly Circus, by the statue of Eros."
"Ah, I know," said Michel. "That's easy. It's just two stations along on the Piccadilly Line. Then, if there's nothing else you want to do, Rufus, I suggest as the weather's so good, we take a trip on the London Eye."
"Hey, wicked. Why didn't I think of that?"
The two lads left Lillywhites with more shopping. Rufus had bought a couple of jockstraps, a pair of shorts for the new rugby term at school and a tight fitting cotton and lycra tracksuit top and bottom. Since they did not want to be burdened with their shopping, they took it back to the hotel, had a light lunch before taking the Tube again to Westminster where they saw Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament before walking across Westminster Bridge to the London Eye. They had to wait a little time in the queue, but eventually they climbed into a capsule and started their circuit. The visibility was excellent and they could see far beyond the bounds of London. The main interest was a view of the newly opened Shard which claimed to be, at least for the time being, the tallest structure in Europe.
When they came down to terra firma again, they decided to walk back to the hotel. Up to that point Rufus and Michel had been so wrapped up in each other and with what they were doing that they hadn't taken a lot of notice of what was going on around them. However, a little more relaxed now they looked around at the buildings, the people in the streets and more importantly they could indulge in a little boywatching and the capital provided no shortage. More conscious of the fact than Michel, Rufus noticed how his friend, still dressed in his hoodie and tights, attracted attention from many of the passers-by, both male a female.
"Doesn't it worry you having so many people staring at you, Michel?"
"Why should it? That's what my profession is, after all."
"Mmm, I hadn't looked at it that way."
They arrived back at the hotel feeling invigorated. They had time for a little relaxation before they had to get ready for dinner in the hotel and the evening beyond.
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