This is a love story following the life of two young men who fall in love and have to overcome tragedies in their lives. All the characters are fictional.
Warning - it contains some m/m sex.
The Earl's Son
The six of them spent the next day moving furniture between the east and west wings of the house and transferring Julian and Robin's personal items into their new accommodation. Although the weather was cloudy it was still warm so they were soon divesting themselves of their T shirts and stripped to the waist. Everyone had opted for shorts, including Tim who was wearing a very flimsy pair.
After lunch, Robin contacted Pickfords and arranged for them to visit Tim's parents to do a quote for moving them down to Cornwall. Tim had explained that the move would only involve moving their bedroom furniture and personal items since his aunt had a fully furnished house but his mum wanted her own bed. Pickfords said they'd visit the day after next so Julian suggested Tim go round to see his parents to give them the news. Much to Julian's surprise he reacted and said he had no intention of seeing them face to face but would call them later. In the meantime, he wanted to help move Thomas and Nigel from the top floor down to their new quarters on the first floor so that he could move his stuff over from the old stables flat above the garage.
Since it only involved moving clothes and personal items, they soon had Thomas and Nigel into their new rooms so they set to and started on Tim's stuff. His too only involved moving personal items so that was soon done as well.
"I'd better ring them I suppose" Tim finally said so went outside leaving Julian to check things in the old stables flat which he'd decided to keep as a guest suite should the need arise. Robin had gone to sort out their clothes since they'd just been dumped on the bed for hanging up later. Thomas and Nigel were doing the same in their new quarters.
Suddenly Tim came running up to the old stables flat and burst through the door.
"Well, how'd it go?" Julian asked trying to work out whether Tim was looking happy or not.
"Yeah, went well" he replied excitedly, "They hardly asked how I could afford to pay for the move so I casually said I was receiving a bonus. Dad almost seemed to be indicating that it was my duty to pay for it, the cheeky sod, but as long as it gets them out of my hair I don't care."
"So they're going to be there to see the removal guy then?" Julian asked.
"Oh yeah, they never go anywhere so they'll be there okay and mum was going to call her sister straight away to give her the news. With a bit of luck they could be gone within a week or so depending on how soon the removal guys can do the job."
Julian could see that Tim was relieved and happy. He took him into his arms and kissed him. Tim immediately wrapped his arms round Julian and snuggled his head into his chest.
"Thanks so much Julian" he finally said looking up into Julian's eyes.
Julian couldn't resist the guy and lowered his head to kiss him on the lips. Tim pressed forward and they were soon in a passionate kiss with tongues dancing in and out of their mouths. Both had the same reaction further down and they could feel each other's erections pressing against one another. Without thinking Julian slipped a hand down inside the back of Tim's shorts and felt the naked flesh beneath. It felt wonderful and for a moment he imagined what it would be like to sink himself inside. As he continued squeezing the two gorgeous globes of flesh, Tim was feeling Julian's erection which was now straining to get out of his shorts.
Suddenly, Julian felt Tim's hand slip down the front of his shorts and grasp the naked organ.
"Aaagh" Julian groaned as the warm hand made his cock swell even more.
Without saying anything, Tim crouched down pulling Julian's shorts with him. Once Julian's cock was free he put it into his mouth and started sucking. It felt wonderful and Julian's heart stopped beating for a moment.
"Oh yes, that is awesome" Julian muttered as Tim sucked away.
Seeing that Julian liked what he was doing he continued some more until he was drinking ribbons of hot creamy cum. He kept sucking until Julian had finished shooting and even continued some more to draw out the last drops.
"Beautiful" Tim finally said when he looked up at Julian and grinned.
"Thanks" Julian grinned as he pulled Tim up again.
Tim was of course still rock hard so Julian felt he should return the favour. He crouched down, pulled Tim's shorts down his legs and took the free organ into his mouth.
"Oh fuck" Tim exclaimed as he felt Julian's hot lips surround his sensitive organ. Julian took his time slowly bringing Tim to the boil. Every so often he would lick up and down the length of Tim's stubby cock and lick his large balls that were contained in a tight ball sac. Tim groaned and moaned with each movement and when Julian slipped a well slicked finger into his arse he nearly died. Finally he succumbed and filled Julian's mouth with his hot cum. Once he was done and Julian had licked his slit to get every last drop, Julian stood up and they kissed.
"Thanks, I needed that" Tim finally said when their lips parted.
"Anytime" Julian laughed and slapped Tim's still naked butt, "Next time I shall want to try this out" he giggled pulling the globes of flesh apart to expose his hole.
"You're more than welcome" Tim laughed and kissed Julian again.
Tim's parents finally moved down to Cornwall the following week. It seemed the removal company had a slot spare due to a cancellation so they accepted it. Once they'd arrived his mum phoned Tim to say they'd got there safely.
"Now you will find a nice young lady to marry won't you Tim" she told him.
"No mum I will not; I now have five gorgeous boyfriends and am not interested in finding a nice young lady just to keep you and dad happy."
His mum was shocked at what she'd heard and her mind went into overdrive. "Oh Tim, how could you" she exclaimed.
"How could I what?" he asked knowing very well what she meant.
"Well, you know, become one of those"
"You mean come out as being gay" he replied beyond caring what his parents thought of him, "Yes mum I am gay, have always been gay, it's the way I am and the way you made me so get used to it".
His mum was speechless. She'd never heard her son speak to her like that before and didn't know what to say. Eventually Tim said `Bye mum' and finished the call. That was the last time he ever spoke to her.
When he came off the phone he ran through the house shouting "I'm gay, I'm fucking gay and I've come out". Thomas and Nigel looked on somewhat bemused as they then watched him strip off his clothes and run stark naked round the garden shouting "I'm fucking gay, I'm fucking gay".
Finally he went back into the house and fell into Nigel's arms. Tears of joy were running down his face and Thomas and Nigel were laughing with him and congratulating him for telling his mum so he could now live the life he'd always wanted to live.
"My dad is probably having a heart attack" Tim laughed, "The stupid fucking bastard".
That night, the three of them had a wonderful session of passionate sex and they became very much a threesome in the same way Julian, Robin and Kevin had become.
"It's funny" Thomas commented to Nigel some while afterwards, "I never thought I'd like having another guy in our relationship but I do!"
Nigel grinned and pulled his partner into a passionate kiss. "Still think you're the best though" he grinned as he pulled Thomas down onto the bed for yet another session of hot sex.
Julian and Robin were back in London busy with all kinds of things. Robin had his concert coming up shortly so was practicing like mad whenever he could. The gay play that he and Julian had advised on was going well and had a full house virtually every night and was receiving good reviews in the gay press. The nude scenes had gone brilliantly and the gay audience loved them. When the two in bed had finished sex, the one simulating fucking took a tissue and wiped his cock before wiping the imaginary cum off the other guy's stomach. He then tossed it onto the floor for all to see and the audience roared with laughter.
The LGBT Forum at the family firm had now been set up and Julian had been made chairman. Out of the three hundred or so staff employed, over twenty five came out as being gay or lesbian and he suspected there were still some who felt they wanted to remain in the closet. He offered the theatre for the group to use for meetings and hold talks, film shows and discussions which all went down well. By the time partners, boyfriends and girlfriends had been invited, there were fifty or more. Julian went to each monthly meeting and introduced whatever was on that night and even George came along to show his support on occasions. Some staff didn't approve but knew they were in a minority so kept quiet.
It also gave Julian another idea and decided he'd run a programme of new and seldom shown LGBT films. The screen from the old cinema was still installed so it could easily be used to show films. The idea was well received and each of the five nights that the films were shown was fully booked. Julian and Robin decided to make it an annual event.
Christmas was soon upon them so Julian and Robin decided they'd invite Steve, Seth and Ron to join them. Alisha was spending Christmas with Melanie but Oliver was at a loose end having not found the love of his life on the gay cruise he'd gone on, although he'd had a great time and spent most of the time having sex from what he told Julian afterwards. Julian therefore invited him for Christmas at Drayton House as well so with Thomas, Nigel, Tim and Kevin there were ten of them.
Everyone agreed it was the best Christmas ever. Ten gay guys having fun, and sex of course! Alcohol flowed freely and inhibitions were soon gone, not that they had many usually, but after a few drinks they were all flirting with each other and on one day had a ten guy orgy! By the time Christmas was over, Oliver knew every way possible to fuck a guy or be fucked!
Before Terry and Seth left, they invited Julian and Robin to a fetish party that was being run by one of the BB group. He was a new member and lived in a large house in north London that had an enormous basement.
"He's fitted it out with everything imaginable" Terry laughed, "So whatever you're into, he's got it".
Julian and Robin said fetish wasn't really their thing so declined.
Julian and Robin had arranged to go to the Sydney Mardi Gras and whilst over there to visit his mother just to see how she was settling in. From their emails it seemed she loved her new life so he was happy.
They decided to break the journey by stopping over in Hong Kong which they loved. They even found a gay bar where they met some lovely guys.
The Sydney Mardi Gras was everything they'd hoped for. It was great fun and watching the guys passing by in their scanty thongs and leather gear was even more so. Several guys welcomed them and they were even invited for dinner by two guys they met whilst watching the parade. They lived in an apartment overlooking the harbour and after a wonderful meal they relaxed with yet more drinks in the living room. It wasn't long before they were having fun with each other so they ended up staying the night and most of the following day. The two Australians said they loved fucking English arse!
At the end of ten days, Julian and Robin made the short flight to where Julian's mother now lived. She looked radiant so the new life was clearly doing her good. Cousin Marcus welcomed them and he seemed just as good looking as Julian had remembered from years ago. He was also genuinely pleased to meet Robin so the few days they spent together went extremely well. His mother asked how Alisha and Oliver were getting on and Julian said fine, not daring to look at Robin!
Their two week holiday was soon over and it was time to return home. Kevin, who'd stayed at home, was delighted to see them and hugged and kissed them as if they'd been away for weeks.
"Had lots of sex with Craig then?" Robin grinned as he hugged Kevin.
"Yeah, and with Adrian" he grinned, "Oh and Oliver also dropped by".
"Wow, you have been a busy boy then" Julian laughed.
Once they'd unpacked their bags and had a shower the three of them collapsed into bed and enjoyed each other once again. Kevin had become very much part of their relationship and both Julian and Robin were happy to have him, in more ways than one!
The following Christmas Julian decided it was time they spent it away again so he arranged for them to go to the apartment he owned in Palm Beach, Florida. Since they'd enjoyed the previous Christmas so much with Thomas and Nigel he invited them as well but this year also included Tim. Drayton House was duly locked up for the two weeks as was the London apartment. The six of them flew out Virgin Atlantic by first class. Thomas, Nigel and Tim had never flown first class before and loved being pampered by the flight attendant who was very camp.
They had a wonderful time and spent hours having sex with each other in between sightseeing. Tim was now much more relaxed and enjoyed whatever sex was on offer. The apartment also had a hot tub so they spent many hours soaking in that. They went to local gay bars and clubs and made lots of friends, some of whom came back for more action at the apartment.
By the time they were due to go home they decided they needed another holiday to get over it!
Life for Julian and Robin fell into a pattern as time went by. Robin was now regularly involved in radio plays plus occasional concerts in between. Julian became more and more involved in the family firm and the LGBT group as well as advising young directors and young actors at the theatre. He also had to attend various functions and committees in Abingdon which he'd taken over from his father.
One of these was the Parish committee. It had no real powers but provided the locals with a voice. His father had been chairman but on his death the guy who'd been the deputy automatically took over as chairman without any discussion. He was a miserable pig of a man and nobody liked him but for some reason everybody bowed down to whatever he said and wanted. Julian couldn't be bothered to fight the man either since he was well aware he didn't approve of Julian's lifestyle.
Julian was running late and was the last to arrive at this particular meeting.
"It's against the will of God" he heard Proctor saying as he walked in and sat down in the remaining vacant seat beside Mrs Marshall.
"What is against the will of God Mr Proctor?" Mrs Marshall asked glaring at the man who she disliked intensely.
Proctor glared back and gave a look of disgust at Julian who'd now sat down. He immediately guessed what Proctor was referring to but he ignored the comment.
"Please enlighten us Mr Proctor" Mrs Marshall insisted "we are all intrigued to know what you consider is against the will of God".
"You know very well Mrs Marshall, I'm sure I don't need to spell it out" Proctor replied glaring at Julian.
"Leave it Maureen" Julian whispered to her, "He's not worth it".
"I'm sorry Julian but I'm sick and tired of Mr Proctor's snide remarks about you so let's have it out in the open. I assume you are referring to Earl Drayton's lifestyle" she almost shouted down the table, "Well let me tell you this Mr Proctor, the love that exudes from Julian and Robin for each other when they are together is a credit to us all and I'm sure everyone in this room, apart from you that is, will agree".
There was a general murmur of agreement which made Julian feel somewhat uncomfortable.
"You are a bigoted homophobe and before you make snide comments about others perhaps you should look at your own marriage. Your lack of love for your wife has forced her to find solace elsewhere in the form of the publican at the Dog and Whistle so you are the last person to talk about the lifestyle of others being against the will of God".
"How dare you" Proctor shouted back whilst others were nodding their heads in agreement with what Mrs Marshall had said.
"Julian's father as chairman was a well respected man who was always kind and considerate like his son. You on the other hand have done nothing but cause unrest. It is time you resigned as chairman and as a member of this committee" she added angrily.
"Don't talk such nonsense" he shouted back glaring at Julian who he considered was the cause of the matter.
"Perhaps it would be best if I resigned" Julian said starting to stand up.
"No Julian" Maureen said holding his arm, "It's not you who should resign, it's him".
Again there was a general muttering round the table agreeing with her.
"If you won't resign then we will vote you off the committee" Mrs Marshall announced having got the bit between her teeth.
"Don't talk nonsense" he shouted again, "I have no intention of resigning and you can't vote me off".
"Mr Chairman" she replied, "I suggest you read our constitution which clearly says, and I quote `If any committee member is considered to be inappropriate for any reason then the committee may, subject to a quorum being present, vote that person off the committee and if the vote produces a majority of two thirds or more then the person shall be removed'. Since we have a quorum present I propose that you Mr Proctor be removed from the committee. All those in favour please raise their hand".
Proctor almost exploded as he watched the ripple of hands being raised round the table.
"Well, Mr Proctor, I would say that ten out of twelve is a clear majority wouldn't you? So please leave immediately since you are no longer welcome on this committee". Julian had not voted feeling it wouldn't be appropriate to do so and of course Proctor had kept his hands firmly on the table.
Eleven pairs of eyes stared at him whilst he realised what had happened. He'd been a member of the Parish committee for years and he couldn't believe he had been voted off. He gathered his papers, threw back his chair and stormed out of the room. Once he'd gone, everyone just looked at each other in silence for a few moments.
"Well, that was rather successful don't you think?" Mrs Marshall said grinning.
"Congratulations Maureen", several people said and applauded.
"I'm sorry to have been the cause of such unrest" Julian finally said.
"It's not your fault Julian" another member said, "That man deserved what happened today and has done for a long time; I personally would like to thank Maureen for standing up to him at last".
There was general agreement round the table and Maureen was duly applauded.
"Well, now we need to appoint a new chairman" Maureen announced looking at everybody, "Does anyone have any ideas as to who would be a suitable candidate?"
"I don't think we need look too far do you" another person said looking at Julian.
"I agree" someone else said, "I propose Earl Drayton as chairman".
Maureen agreed as did others but before putting it to the vote she asked if anyone else wished to be considered. Nobody did so following a unanimous vote Julian was elected as chairman. He was then asked to take his place at the head of the table and the meeting proceeded.
"An excellent choice" he heard several say after the meeting as he was collecting his papers together.
"Sorry to put you on the spot" Maureen said, "But I just couldn't stand that man any longer so grabbed the opportunity. You do know don't you Julian, that ninety nine percent of the people in this village respect you and have no problems at all with your sexuality and they all love Robin as well."
"Thanks" Julian replied feeling overjoyed that Robin was also accepted. That meant so much more to him that anything else.
"Well, you've certainly caused a stir in the Parish" Thomas giggled a few days later as he was reading the local paper. "Have you seen this Julian" he said holding up the front page that announced in large letters, Chairman of Abingdon Parish Committee ousted due to being homophobic'. The article then went on to explain what had happened and that Earl Drayton had been elected as chairman. There was also more about his father and how well respected he had been. The article ended with We wish the new Earl Drayton every success'.
Julian wiped a tear from his eyes as he read the piece. Any reference to his father always caused the same feelings of sadness. Seeing him do so, Robin came up and held him tight.
"They'll be putting up a sign in the village saying `Gays are welcome here' before long" Thomas giggled.
"Don't push your luck" Julian chuckled, "Drayton House is already referred to as `Queer House' by some.
"Well, Nigel and I are always treated very well by the locals and always made to feel welcome when we use the local shops" Thomas added seriously, "Mind you that's probably because they want your money" he giggled.
Julian smiled, yes the village was always pleased to accept funds from him whenever they needed it but to be fair he really did feel they were all welcome.
"I should tell you guys that I've been asked if we'd host the annual carnival at Drayton House this year."
"Yeah, that'd be a great idea" Nigel exclaimed, "then they can all come along and see how us poofs live!"
The others all laughed and after discussion it was agreed they would be happy to hold the event in the grounds either side of the estate road leading up to the house. Even Tim was in agreement so Julian asked Robin to respond to the request he'd received. Rumour had it soon afterwards that Mrs Proctor had left her husband and moved in with the publican at the `Dog and Whistle' and Proctor himself had moved away much to everyone's delight.
The years passed by but the two couples with their third member, remained very much together. Thomas and Nigel eventually entered into a Civil Partnership with Tim becoming very much part of their relationship as Kevin had done with Julian and Robin.
Julian often thought back to their early days and smiled. How lucky he'd been to meet the love of his life. Robin did the same and often thought how lucky he'd been to meet the Earl's son.
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