Acknowledgment: This story is inspired, in part, by the 2017 film, entitled God’s Own Country, starring Josh O’Connor and Alec Secareanu.
CHAPTER 1
Douglas (Doug) Suggett stood in the corridor, next to his classmate, Alan Greene, each nervously waiting his turn to be called into the study of the school’s newly appointed Chief Disciplinarian, Brother Benedict by name, to have his bare arse warmed with the cane. Their classmate, Brian Gormley, the third member of this unfortunate trio of sixteen-year-old lads, was already in the study, where his bare arse was at present making its first painful acquaintance with the rod of justice, in the form of a senior rattan cane, wielded by Brother Benedict, whose maiden whacking at the school, his arse was privileged to be receiving.
Doug had already counted eight strokes of the cane emanating from within, via the door, conveniently left ajar by Brother Benedict, so that the waiting pair could hear, if not see, what was intended for them too. Evidently, Brother Benedict did not believe in doing things by halves, for Doug was to count another four cuts, bringing the grand total to twelve strokes of the cane, before a dishevelled Brian Gormley, with the tears coursing down his cheeks, not surprisingly, considering what he had just endured on his bare arse, limped painfully out of the study. He looked tearfully at his two erstwhile partners in crime, before telling Alan Greene, that he was to go into the study immediately to face the same fate at the hands of Brother Benedict, whom he gratuitously, under his breath, qualified as being a right bloody bastard. He then took himself off to the lavatories where he was to be joined some little time later by his other two classmates, each seeking, the palliative effect of cold water on their badly blistered arses. There was no doubt about it, when it came to handing out mind-bending pain with the cane, Brother Benedict knew what he was doing.
The three lads were all day-boys at an essentially English, public boarding school, Neverley Abbey School for Boys, located in what used to be called the East Riding of Yorkshire. The entire teaching staff was composed of a brotherhood of monks, of a particularly malevolent, religious bent, who, if it suited their momentary purpose, took every word in the Bible as the absolute truth. The school’s location, near Neverley Minster, led many people to think that, it was Church of England school, in some way affiliated with the bishopric of Neverley. However, nothing, could have been further from the truth; Neverley Abbey School was a completely independent, fee paying, private school run by men who purported to be protestant monks; yes, such do, in fact exist in England today: members of a fanatical religious sect, who, under the fanciful name of The Disciples of the Second Coming, behaved as if they were a law unto themselves.
The above three beatings had taken place in the first week of the new school year in September 2020. All corporal punishment had finally been banned by law from all schools in England in 1998, and yet here was Neverley Abbey School ignoring what had been the law of the land for over twenty years. The Abbot, the Head of Neverley Abbey School, when questioned on the legality of the beatings, which were a daily occurrence at the school, replied loftily that he took his guidance from a much higher authority than the British Government in Westminster. In this, as in all things, he followed the Word of God as expressed in the Old Testament, where the use of corporal punishment was recommended many times: possibly most clearly expressed in the Book of Proverbs, Chapter 23, Verses 13 and 14, which say: Verse 13: Do not hold back discipline from the child, although you strike him with the rod, he will not die.
Verse 14: Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and shalt deliver his soul from hell.
And as no one ever complained, not even the boys, who took the frequent, strictly illegal beatings as part and parcel of the normal school life, the frequent and illicit use of the cane had continued for over twenty years at Neverley Abbey; and, who knows, it may still be in use today. The fact of the matter is that there was – and still is – a strong feeling among the general public, who are more or less universally of the opinion that a good beating never hurt a boy and that the government had made one of its many mistakes in bowing to European opinions and banning all forms of corporal punishment in schools. Even parents no longer had the right to smack their own children unless it was a reasonable punishment. If the violence used was severe enough to leave a mark: for example a scratch or a bruise, then the parent responsible could be prosecuted for assault.
The deprivation of looking after one’s own children becomes ever more pronounced the further up the social scale one goes, culminating in the wealthier classes, who saw their offspring for a brief hour each day. They also, in former times, took a cane to their own male children when they misbehaved at home;. Now they thanked God that there was at least one public school, to which to send their boys, which still maintained the old standards. Approving, as they did – and to a large extent, still, do – of the use of the cane to correct their own boys, it is not surprising that Neverley Abbey’s illicit beatings of its pupils never reached the ears of the authorities; even though,, it must be said, that the beatings dished out by the Brotherhood of monks were diabolically severe and exceeded considerably all the conventional norms as to what constituted that former, now- banished- by-law, hallmark a public school education: the well-beaten arse.
The three lads, who had been caught smoking, for which they had just experienced Brother Benedict’s over the top beating with a senior cane, which provided a prime example of the severity of the punishments practised at Neverley Abbey. Their backsides quite literally displayed a series of twelve, strictly parallel, bloody cuts, where Brother Benedict had done his best to give new meaning to the Book of Proverbs: Chapter 23, Verse 14: which would better read: Thou shalt beat him with the rod, and shalt SEND his soul TO hell.
Did any of the three lads even think of complaining; no, they did not!
CHAPTER 2
Doug Suggett, who is one the two principal figures in this story, and who was waiting nervously in the corridor to be called in to meet Brother Benedict, was one of those rare young men, who had discovered aged 13, when he first went as a day-boy to Neverley, that he liked the excitement, the sexual arousalt and the pain of being being caned. His nervousness was not, therefore, from the fear of the pain he would suffer, which, with his predilection for a painful arse, was par for the course for him, so to speak. But basically because he would be his first flogging by the new Chief Disciplinarian, who was an unknown quantity, whose potential with the cane would, however, soon be revealed, in what would be Brother Benedict’s three maiden beatings.
Doug had always enjoyed the theatrical build-up of the submission of his bare arse to one or other of the Brothers, all of whom were allowed to beat the boys they were teaching, which they all did with alacrity; in this illegal activity they were encouraged by the Abbot of Neverley Abbey, which says something about the ethos of the school. In the post-flagellation aftermath of that first beating by Brother Benedict, Doug would come to see him as a consummate wielder of the can;, who enjoyed inflicting pain on others; but then equally savouring the results of his handiwork as a true sadist, watching his victim suffer the painful aftermath of what he personally had just wrought on his victim’s arse. The stripes which he had inflicted, would remind the boy of the misdeed for which he had been punished, every time he sat down, for at least a full week and possibly a little longer.
In a word, Brother Benedict revealed himself to be a dedicated epicaricacist; second to none. He was rightly dubbed right bloody bastard by Brian Gormley, the first boy, whose arse he had beaten. He soon became generally feared throughout the school and was quickly recognised someone to be avoided, at all cost. Of course, Doug Suggett, with his kinky fondness for feeling the bite of the cane on his own arse, did not subscribe to this view of Brother Benedict, whom he came to consider as the greatest master of the cane among all the teaching staff at Neverley Abbey.
By the time he was 15 and in his third year at Neverley Abbey, Doug Suggett became acutely aware of a fact, which he had sort of known since he was twelve years old: he was more attracted to members of his own sex than he was to girls. As a day boy he had never experienced communal public school life; living, eating and sleeping together with his schoolmates, thereby missing out on a key step in his sex education. His sole experience of sex had been in joint jerking-off sessions with his friends, Brian Gormley and Alan Greene, which they accomplished in the lavatories during breaks and in the lunch hour.
His father had always expected him to leave school promptly each day, as soon as classes were finished for the day and come straight home on the school bus, which on a daily basis, ferried day-boys between their rural homes, which were widely spread across the East Yorkshire countryside. Thus Doug received a good upper-class education, but missed out on the companionship of the boys, of his own age, who boarded at the school.
CHAPTER 3
Doug Suggett, an only child, lived on the family sheep farm, of which he in fact was the owner, with his father and his paternal grandmother, who was like a mother to him. His own mother had been killed in a road accident, when he was but two years old, and, therefore, he had no memory of her. His father had married well, but had never remarried after his wife’s death. His mother, an only child too, came from a wealthy family of gentlemen farmers, owning a vast tract of valuable farmland in East Yorkshire. She it was, who, on her marriage, had brought the then run-down Hepworth place, which her family owned and had been given to her as a wedding present by her father. It had become the Suggett farm, which, she still owned outright, in her maidn to the chagrin of her husband, James Sidney Suggett, whom she always addressed as James.
On her untimely, early death, she had left the farm and her considerable other wealth, in trust to Douglas her only child, leaving her husband, Doug’s father, subservient to his son, a role which fitted ill with his character, as he was an bad-tempered man, who liked to command everything and everybody within his ambit. In a word, he was jealous of his son and heir and regularly thrashed him at home, although even that was also now illegal. So, at school, Doug was regularly subjected to the cane, wielded by the ever diligent Brother Benedict, the searing pain of which he came to like; and, at home, he was often subjected his father’s anger, vented on his bare backside with an old heavy, cut-throat, razor strop, which his father had found somewhere.
There was no question of Doug trying for a place at university. So aged eighteen, after successfully passing, the GCSE O level public exams (The UK General Certificate of Secondary Education) in eight subjects and with A level certificates in mathematics, physics and chemistry, he was forced, by his father to leave Neverley Abbey School and work full-time on the farm; work to which he was already accustomed, which he had been forced to do after school, on a daily basis, since he was thirteen years old and he had commenced his schooling at Neverley Abbey.
Doug was destined to pursue a career as full-time farmer on the farm, which he owned. However, under the terms of his late mother’s will, until he reached the age of twenty-one, the farm and his monetary inheritance were held in trust by his father. So for the next three years, he knew no rest, as his father was a real slave driver, who, it has to be said, drove himself as hard as he drove his son. In addition to the normal farm work, the cows that they kept, on what was basically a sheep farm, needed milking twice a day and the pigs and chickens needed feeding every single day of the year, as the animals did not recognise weekends or holidays.
Thus as an only child and lonely child, living on an isolated farm, Doug led an isolated life, with no close friends. The fact that he had been a day-boy at Neverley Abbey School had deprived him of the pleasures of communal life with other boys of the same age, in particular of sexual experimentation. Even his two closest friends at school, Brian Gormley and Alan Greene, also day-boys at Neverley Abbey School, lived in Neverley which far enough away to make seeing them, out of school, other than occasionally, virtually impossible.
When he left school, aged eighteen Doug, was a physically attractive, muscular young man. He had always enjoyed physical exercise and took pride in developing his body and he had used the gymnasium at school to his advantage. Thus, even when aged just eighteen, he already had the body and muscles of a young man several years older. For a lad of his age, his biceps were well developed, and he already possessed a set of prominent abdominal muscle, the so-called, six-pack-abs, which had been a source of jealousy among of many of his schoolmates; as also had been his cock, which was of a such a size as to make those of his schoolmates, who saw it after sports, in the showers, green with envy.
The pity was that when he left school at the age of eighteen, with a super-sexy body, and a killer of a cock, Douglas Suggett was still a virgin. Due to his innate shyness, he had never experienced the delights of sex with either a male or a female partner. At the time, the only sexual action, which his magnificent penis knew, was when it was subject to an vigorous assault by its owner’s five-fingered lover: a fairly frequent occurrence!
So there we have thumbnail sketch of the physical appearance of Douglas Suggett, aged eighteen, facing an immediate life, tantamount to slavery for the next three years, on farm which he himself owned, under the eye of bullying, bad-tempered father, who still ruled the roost, as he had done from the moment when his son and heir was born. He was jealous that his only child, owned what he considered, by rights, should have been his, when his wife met her untimely end. And as sole trustee of the farm, until his son reached the age of twenty-one, he behaved as if he were the outright owner and kept Doug under his thumb.
Doug himself knew by the time he left school that his future lay with other men, or possibly, ideally with one other man, with whom he could establish, what he envisaged as a normal homosexual home-life, whatever that expression meant. Doug was well aware, via the internet, of what can politely encapsulated in a phrase as the male homosexual facts of life.
We are in the first quarter of the twenty-first century and the influence of electronic gadgetry, such as the likes of the personal computer and the iPhone, and its intrusion into the daily lives of most people, could not be ignored. Old fashioned though schooling may have been at Neverley Abbey School. Nevertheless, over the years, science had surreptitiously crept into an education hitherto based on religion, the classics and history. The present Abbot was enlightened enough to see that his flock had to be instructed in the ways of the modern world. Accordingly, he had established a several courses in electronics, including one in computing, which allowed the boys freely to access the internet, with all that such liberty implies.
Along with the rest of his schoolmates, Doug had quickly become an avid secretive viewer of the myriad of porn channels, available on the internet. But unlike the majority of his classmates, who were interested in the sexual antics of the female sex, either alone, showing off their wares, or together with men, supplying their all important rods. Doug learned that a man’s cock had the glorious ability to please not only its owner, but both female and males, whatever the sex act, to which it was put. He had concentrated his viewing on the innumerable porn channels devoted to male homosexuality and was, therefore well aware of what consenting males did together sexually. He had never had the opportunity to participate in such activities himself, even though he desperately wanted to do so. Indeed he might have done so, had he been a boarder at school; but as a day-boy, the opportunity for such sexual experimentation as lacking.
Couple that with is innate shyness and lack of opportunity, we see in Doug, aged but eighteen, a gay-in-waiting, to coin a phrase: a young man whose desires for active sex were stuck in a state of suspended animation. A young man who wanted to fuck and to be fucked, who was just waiting for the right guy to come along and relieve him of his virginity and introduce him to the delights of anal and oral sex. Doug was a naïve, sexually timid, young, male, virgin, with as sexually attractive a body as any young man of that age could wish for, who already had a physique that most young men would have given their eye teeth to possess: well developed pectoral muscles and biceps and the makings of that much desired, so-called, six pack of abdominal muscles; and most importantly, not to forget a penis to die for. In a word, physically, Doug, had everything going for him- but he just did not use it!
In spite of his detailed awareness of what gay men did together sexually, had anyone asked Doug, who was of legal age to have sex with another man, to the question: are you a top or a bottom or ambidextrously versatile? He would not have known what to answer. His knowledge of gay sex was purely based on what he had gleaned from internet. He himself had never fucked anyone, either male or female, or, in fact, himself, been fucked by another man. His sum practical experience of hands-on-sexual-technique – as it might well have been called – was limited to masturbation in private.
The isolated and passive manner in which he lived and worked on the farm, with his domineering father, militated against him ever meeting his hoped for prince-charming: the gay man, whom he dreamed, would one day lift him out of the lethargic state of mind into which he had allowed himself to fall, by his own inaction to face up to his sexuality and admit that he was gay to his father.
His father was a conventional, old school, died-in-the-wool, hate dues fully paid up, prejudiced Yorkshireman, who hated many groups of people, whom he barely knew – if at all – including all Catholics, blacks, immigrants and foreigners He would have hit the ceiling to learn that his son was what he sneeringly referred to as one of them, So, Doug kept his sexuality strictly to himself and regularly masturbated in private to relieve his feeling of utter frustration at his inability to pursue the sex life which he so desperately wanted, due to partly to his own lack of courage and shyness,, but also to lack of opportunity.
CHAPTER 4
Whilst Doug was still at school, the 1200 acre farm had been run with one permanent farm-hand employee, under Doug’s skinflint father, who although being a slave-driver of an employer, to his credit, worked himself as hard and the same hours, as he did his one farmhand employee. In addition there was young James (Jim) Biggens, a gormless uneducated local boy, from a large family of children, who had left elementary school with no leaving certificate whatsoever. It was as if he had never been to school at all.
Jim Biggens, aged 16, was now employed as a full-time, trainee farm-hand. He had worked weekends on the Suggett farm since he was fourteen years old, in order to earn for himself a bit of pocket money. He was typical of certain members of the English lower-working classes, who saw no point in going to school and did not wish to learn anything. He had strictly no self-initiative and had to be told what to do, time and time again. He was one of those members of the working class who saw no prospects in front of them, other than a hand-to-mouth, boring existence, which was the way generations of his ilk had lived in rural Yorkshire. In short, he was a typical shiftless ne’er-do-well, who would never make anything of himself in life.
The main financial activity of the Suggett farm was the breeding and fattening of sheep, ultimately to be sold for slaughter. To help with spring lambing season Doug’s father had regularly hired casual labour. He had supervised the hired labour himself. Also, each August, he hired a specialist team of sheep shearers – an itinerant group of young guys from Australia, who had chosen to visit what, they considered as their mother country – and for certain of them. of Yorkshire extraction, also their mother county – and had found that the life agreed with them and had stayed.
Doug’s father may have been a tyrant to his son, but he looked after the animals as if they were his own children. He had arranged the diversion of a large stream which flowed through the farm’s land on the fells, so that the sheep had easy access to clean drinking water, even in winter. He also distributed feed regularly in a place close to where the sheep drank. Thus, although continually roaming and grazing which, by nature, sheep do, there was no difficulty in bringing total flock back together. As if by magic wherever the animals had wandered, they knew when food was about to be distributed and were drawn automatically to the spot. In fact they flocked together like the sheep, which they, in fact, were.
The immediate opening of the borders the UK to citizens of Romania and Bulgaria in January 2007 provided the UK agricultural sector, in particular, with a large amount of cheap, flexible man-power, from which the Suggett farm profited enormously, as did most farms throughout the country. The farming community was euphoric at the benefit they enjoyed by the UK being a member EU and the influx of cheap and willing labour that it brought. But their joy was short lived when the the UK populace voted in June 2016, by a small margin, to leave the EU and in farming terms, to return to ploughing its own furrow. From that fatidic date, the clock started ticking and one day, which arrived on February 1st 2020, the UK said its final goodbye to cheap migrant labour, which had filled jobs which the average Brit, with ever increasing reluctance, disdained to do anymore.
Of course, those foreign workers who had been working in the UK for a certain time, were allowed to stay on as established bona-fide residents with right of UK nationals. But new arrivals dried up completely; and to make matters worse, many of those who had been working in the UK for several years and could have applied for an indefinite residence permit, left to return to their own countries. As a consequence the availability of cheap immigrant labour started to dry up with a vengeance.
It was in the midst of this self-inflicted political and commercial turmoil, in which the country found itself, that Douglas Suggett, aged just eighteen left Neverley Abbey School and returned to work, fulltime, under his father’s dictatorial direction, on the farm, of which he himself was, in fact, the legal owner. Age eighteen as he was, Doug had never been allowed to learn to drive; but he taught himself to drive both the farm’s pickup and tractor, which he drove on the farm. However, his father, to keep his son under his thumb, did not allow Doug to apply for a driving licence until he was almost twenty. So, for almost two years, Doug was, more or less, limited to the isolated farm; he had no social life and made no new friends of his age.
When he finally reached the age of twenty, he decided that he had had enough of having his wings permanently clipped by his father and, of an evening, took to driving into the village in the farm’s pickup, where he became a regular at the village pub. In spite of his desire to lose his virginity and start an active gay sex-life, he did not succeed, as he did not meet anyone he fancied sexually among the pub’s regular customers who were, in the main, local much like him.
So incredible though it may seem, in the post Brexit spring of 2020, here was a twenty-year-old, handsome, muscular, physically highly attractive, potentially gay young man, who had never had sex with another man, or for that matter with a woman: a young man, whose current knowledge of homosexual relationships between men had been gleaned by watching gay pornographic videos on the internet. Doug’s only first-hand, practical experience of sex was when he masturbated, which he did regularly, as a mediocre substitute for having sex with another, warm-blooded human-being, He had never experienced the unbelievable sensation of an orgasm shared simultaneously with a partner, whether as active or passive participant to the act of copulation. Sexual intercourse is, quite justifiably, often called the toy, which never breaks, or ever fails to please, no matter how often it is played with. His regular recourse to what is sometimes called the five fingered lover, was how he relieved the natural desire for live sex, which increased its pressure on him every day.
Doug was released from his bondage by an unexpected, but most unfortunate event; his father had a stroke, which did not kill him but left him seriously incapacitated and unable to work any longer. For a month, Doug himself shouldered the entire workload of the farm, virtually single handed, except for what little assistance was rendered by the doltish Jim Biggens, who was, quite frankly, next to useless. Doug clung to the utterly futile hope that his father would soon recover from his stroke, and would resume his work as dictatorial manager of the farm, which he had been for almost 25 years since before Doug was born. Truth to tell, although he absolutely hated his father, now that he was gone, Doug found that he missed his father’s sure hand in the daily running of the farm.
It was Doug’s grandmother, who brought him down to earth by saying: “You have to face the facts, Douglas – she always called her grandson by his full first name – your father is never going to recover from the stroke; he’ll never work again lad. You cannot go on running the farm single handed as you have been trying to do this past month. Douglas, you have just celebrated your twenty-first birthday and you are now master of this place, which you own outright. You’ve got to shoulder the responsibility, which fate has seen fit burden you with, in such a brutal way. The first thing you have to do lad, is to face up to the reality of the situation: your father, whom I know you both dislike and admire, at the same time, if that is possible, will never work again.” “Son, you are living in cloud cuckoo land, clutching at a straw, if you believe that he will ever work again; he will be an invalid for the rest of his life. And it will be our duty, I his mother and you, his son, to look after him. Whatever you might think of him personally, he made this farm what it is today and we cannot abandon him now. The first thing you have to do, son, is to find someone to help you permanently as you cannot run the farm on your own. After all you are master of this place now and the responsibility for your future lies in your own hands.” Doug took his grandmother’s advice; and, the very next day, he drove some ten miles into Neverley, the closest town, to a government Jobs Centre, which had replaced the old Labour Exchange, To his dismay, he learned that at the moment, they did not have one single person on their books, was looking for any form of a job as a farm hand. The man, to whom he spoke, was very sympathetic. He explained to Doug that since the coming into force of Brexit, in February 2020, the flow of foreign nationals from Eastern Europe had completely dried up.
The man at the Employment Centre, to whom Doug was talking, trying to be helpful, said: “I don’t know if you are aware of the fact, but in Bennett Street, outside the old East Yorkshire Bank premises, immigrants looking for casual farm labour, congregate each day. It has become a sort of causal labour exchange. I suggest you drive around there and see if anyone is suitable for your needs. From what you have just told me, I know that you are looking to set on someone as a permanent employee. But who knows? You might just find a man, who is available right now, to help you temporarily out of your present labour shortage. One word of warning; to avoid problems with the tax authorities, make sure that if you take on any foreign national, even on a temporary basis, that the person has a UK residence permit, allowing him to stay an work in this country.
Doug did not know it then, but this suggestion was to change his life forever.
Doug duly drove around to Bennett Street, to find just one, lone, bearded, young man, with what were obviously his belongings in a hold-all, on the pavement beside him. As Doug drew his pickup alongside him, the young man looked up from his smart-phone which he had been consulting intently, one foot against the wall of the building. As he saw Doug alighting from the pick-up and coming towards him, the young man pocketed his smart-phone, took his one foot from the wall and stood up completely, looking expectantly straight at Doug.
Doug walked towards the young man, looked him over for a few second. He saw a sexually very attractive, young man, to whom he was instantly drawn and who, he guessed was about the same age as himself. So he said enquiringly: “I suppose that you are looking for farm work?” He was surprised when the young man answered him in flawless English: “Well, you supposed right, as I am looking for farm work.” But he did not stop there; as most immigrant labourers would have done, but went on to explain what he was looking for: “In my own country, I was a sheep farmer, before our family farm burned down. I arrived in England well before the Brexit restrictions on people like me from the EU came into force. I have now been here for about eighteen months and I have obtained a permanent residence permit to stay and work legally in this country. Until now, I have had a number of temporary seasonal jobs picking vegetables in Lincolnshire, and on a turkey farm, north of here, in Northumberland. What I would like to do now, is to settle down in a permanent job on a sheep farm, which is what I know best.” However, he was still not finished with his elegant exposition and presentation of himself, as he continued: “So far I have been unsuccessful in my search for a permanent position. So, as I have to eat, and, as you so rightly say in England, beggars cannot be choosers, I am ready to hear any proposition you might wish to make. I presume, from your pick-up, that you are a farmer, looking for a farmhand. If so, then I am your man.” Doug could not believe his ears. From the way he had presented himself, here was an obviously well educated man, speaking English like an educated, native Englishman and, additionally, an experienced sheep farmer to boot, who was looking for a permanent post on a sheep farm in Yorkshire. It could not possibly be any better than this. Doug was figuratively on his knees feeling that he had been showered by manna from heaven. However, faced with the first major decision he had ever been obliged to make since his father’s stroke, Doug hesitated to commit himself by offering the man fulltime employment, sight unseen as it were,.
So he said: “The best I can offer you at the moment, now that the spring lambing season is over, is nine months employment; then we will see now things have developed and perhaps you can stay on. We pay the regular farm workers wage and social charges; however, in addition, you will get your room and board at the farm for free.” To which came the reply: “As I have just said, beggars cannot be choosers; so I gratefully accept your offer.” And with that the young man held out his hand to Doug and they shook on the deal.
On the drive back to the farm, the young man said: “Perhaps, in view of the fact that I am now working for you, we should at least exchange names, so that we know what to call each other”
Doug gave his name to the young man, saying: “I am called Douglas Suggett, and I am the owner of the farm on which you will be working. Today, here in England, we have become very familiar with forms of address. Everyone of our generation calls everyone else, even casual acquaintances, by their first name, unless it is someone older or someone important. No one, other than the bank manager, ever addresses me as Mr. Suggett; everyone calls me Doug; so I suggest you do likewise.” “However, at the farm you will meet my father, James Sidney Suggett and his mother, Doris Suggett, my grandmother, who has always lived with us. She is like a mother to me, as my own mother, whom I never knew, died when I was a baby and my father has never remarried. You should always address them, respectively as Mr Suggett and Mrs Suggett. I should tell you that my father and I use to work the farm on our own, assisted by a young, inexperienced lad. However, a few weeks ago, my father had a stroke and is no longer able to any manual work; I must add, however, his acuity is still razor sharp and he still tells me, in no uncertain terms, what to do. Him, you must always address as Mr. Suggett, as he is very old school, twenty years behind the times and does not take kindly to being addressed by his first name by anyone of our generation.
The young man replied: “My name is Gheorghe Olarescu and I am from Romania.” He pronounced the two letter Gs in his first name as the G in the word “get,” rather than softly, as in the English name, George.” He went on to explain to Doug: “In Romanian there are two versions of the name George: one spelled exactly as in English: but pronounced as two syllables as jor-jee; and one spelled with two GHs. which combination, in Romanian, makes the letter G guttural, before the so-called soft vowels, E and I. The way my name is pronounced in Romanian is Gyor-ge with two hard Gs, with final E pronounced as in the English word get. However, you may call me George, if you wish.” “So, coming from Romania, are you a gyppo, then?” Doug asked, thereby implying, rather insultingly, that all Romanians were gypsies, which immediately raised Gheorghe’s hackles. Doug knew as soon as he had said it that he had touched on a delicate subject – almost a raw nerve – as Gheorghe visibly stiffened in his seat.
Gheorghe replied: “I take it by gyppo, you mean gypsies. Of 20 million total population of Romania, it is estimated that 1.8 – 2 million or less than 10% are gypsies. However, I am definitely not one of them; I am Romanian, with a distant touch of English blood. So please do not ever call me or refer to me, even as a joke, as a gyppo or a gypsy; no true Romanian, which I am proud to be, likes to be called a gypsy.
Doug, blithely unperturbed by this rebuff, continued to plough his gaffe-prone furrow, showing his crass unawareness of the geography of Eastern Europe, by asking: “So as a Romanian, are you from Budapest?”
Gheorghe, could hardly suppress a smile at Doug’s geographic ignorance. However he replied politely, trying to suppress his incredulity that Doug was not aware of the fact that Budapest was not even in Romania, as he said to Doug: “No I am not from Budapest, which is the capital of Hungary. I think you must mean Bucharest, which is the capital of Romania and which is situated in the east of the country. But I am not from Bucharest either, but from small village, called Leu near the town of Craiova in the south west of Romania.” “I ran the family farm in Leu on my own, after my father died of a heart attack two years. Before I left Romania to come here, I lived on the farm, with my mother, who was a school teacher, teaching English. She and I spoke only English with each other, which explains why I speak such fluent English. She unfortunately died in a fire, which consumed the farmhouse in which we lived, whilst I was away in Criaova one day. The cause of the fire was never determined, in spite of a long enquiry by the police. However, that day, when I arrived back, I found a heap of smouldering ashes and learned that the fire had ripped through the house at such a speed, that my mother had not been able to escape before being overcome by the smoke and had perished. The neighbouring villagers had managed to pull my mother from the burning house; but she was already dead by suffocation; so at least she was not burned in the fire,” “The farmhouse itself was not insured as we could not afford to pay the insurance premiums: so I was left more or less destitute, having lost both my parents and the house where I had lived all my life. As an only child, having no close family in Romania, I had not the financial means to rebuild the farm house. So, as we only rented the land on which the sheep grazed, I sold off what sheep we then had and decided to chance my luck as a single man and come here as I have a distant blood connection with England. However, as I have already told you, I have not been successful in finding a permanent post, which is still my aim. So you can see why I accepted your offer of work until at least next year, as I desperately need a job, to keep the proverbial wolves from the door.” But he had not yet finished with his exposition of his life; as he continued: “Perhaps I should tell you that my full name is Alexandru Gheorghe Harris Olarescu; Gheorghe is, in fact, my second given name, by which I have always been known. You will recall that I told you I had some English blood, which is remembered in my final given name; Harris.” My great-great-grandfather; a man called William Harris with his wife and young daughter, was sent by his employer, a large woollen weaving mill in Huddersfield, a town near Bradford, to prospect the market in eastern Europe. By all accounts, the finest woollen cloth in the world, in a grade called fine worsted, was then woven Huddersfield. They set up their headquarters in, of all places, Bucharest, the capital of the then Kingdom of Romania. To cap this madness, my great-great-grandfather was apparently a dour Yorkshire man, who spoke only English, with broad Yorkshire accent: a man, who had never been even been to London, let alone to Romania.” “Unlikely as it sounds, by some miracle, he made a success of his posting to Romania, and the company went on to make considerable sales in the country and points east. His firm must have thought very highly of him, as they paid for a resident lady governess to be sent out from England to ensure that his daughter, Violet-Rose received a proper English education. Thanks to the English governess, Violet grew up speaking correct English, free of her parents’ Yorkshire accent. However, she was bilingual, being equally at home in English and Romanian. Her friends were essentially Romanian, as there were then not many English people in Bucharest. She adopted the Romanian way of life; but she spoke only English with her parents, both of whom never learned to speak Romanian fluently.” “She met, fell in love and eventually married my great-grandfather, a man called Adam George Barbu, whose family was from a town called Criaova, in the west the country. On her marriage, she added the family name Harris to her given names and styled herself as Doamna (Mrs, in Romanian) Violet-Rose Harris Barbu. She and her husband eventually moved back from Bucharest to Criaova. So to be be quite clear, my great grandmother was ethnically purely English.” “Violet-Rose’s only child my grandmother, was half English and half Romanian., But she was given the totally Romanian names of Alexandreina Adina to which she added Harris, on her apparently much disapproved of marriage – her parents thought that she had married beneath herself – to my grandfather, Petru Nicu Ciobanu. Ciobanu means shepherd in Romanian,and as her husband was a sheep farmer, it was a most appropriate name. She and Violet-Rose, her English mother spoke only English to each other, thereby beginning tradition which was eventually to come down to me. My grandmother did as her mother before her had done; on her marriage, she added the English family name of Harris to her given names and became Doamna Alexandreina Adina Harris Ciobanu.” “My grandmother had only one child, my late mother, whom she christened Anastasia Felicia Harris, to whom she only spoke in English from birth. Eventually Anastasia married my late father Antonio Nicolae Olarescu, another sheep farmer.
In 2005, when I came along, I was the first male child in the family founded by my English great-grandparents; I was christened Alexandru Gheorghe Harris. So I suppose I am one quarter English by blood; but as I had never left Romania until I came to England, speaking fluent English, as I do. However I feel completely Romanian.” “Three generations of the female line of our family kept the English language alive for many years, during two world wars, in which the Romanians fought on the side of the allies in WW-1, and on the side of the axis powers in WW-2. They also remembered their English forebears by adding the family name, Harris to their given names. I am the fourth, generation after my great grandparents and the first male, in what I have come to think of as the female line of the Harris family; and I suspect that I will, be the last last, as I doubt that I will ever marry and father any children.” “So there you have a potted history of my family and the reason why I speak such fluent English, I consider myself completely bilingual in Romanian and English as both were spoken freely in my family between my mother and me, I speak both languages effortlessly and am equally at home in either.” The essential piece of information Doug had gleaned, by innuendo, from this elegant exposition by his new employee, was that he was probably a homosexual, as he had said he would never marry and father any children. Moreover, he was a man, to whom Dug was drawn on first sight.
CHAPTER 5
After arriving at the farm, Doug showed Gheorghe his sleeping quarters, which were in a barn detached from the farmhouse itself.. On the upper floor of the barn, he had already created and furnished with a bed and an old armchair, plus a table and a chair, a surprisingly cosy room with a shower and lavatory. Gheorghe declared himself completely satisfied with the accommodation. It was already late in the afternoon by the time the two of them arrived back from Neverley. So Doug told Gheorghe that supper was at seven and that he would eat all his meals in the main farmhouse together with the three members of the Suggett family. “Come across to the farmhouse about seven,” he said to Gheorghe, “And I will then introduce you to my father and grandmother.
Doug had decided unilaterally, on the spur of the moment, that as Gheorghe and he would be working together every day, on a first name basis, it would be both ridiculous and onerously pointless to make Gheorghe fetch his meals from the farmhouse, and eat alone in his room. This was the second decision he had made, without reference to his father, since he set on Gheorghe. His grandmother had told him that he was now master of this place, so he had started as he meant to continue. No longer would he allow himself to be subjected to the orders and whims of his father, as he had been hitherto. Nevertheless, it was with some trepidation that he informed his father and grandmother that Gheorghe the new Romanian hand, he had just set on, would eat all his meals together with them at the same table.
Doug’s gran, for that is what he called her, raised no objections to the proposed arrangement. However, this was not the case with his ever irascibly discontented father, James Suggett. His stroke had left him partially paralysed and with speaking difficulties, which did not stop him from expressing, in no uncertain terms, what he thought of his son’s ideas.
“Without asking me, you set on a foreigner from Romania, and invite him into my house to eat at the same table as me. I’ll bet a pound to a penny that he is a thieving Romanian gyppo, as are most of them, who come over here, supposedly looking for work. To the very last one of them, they’re a set of scroungers, looking for handouts from the nanny state in which we live today. We’ve always had to fend for ourselves and so must they.” On and on he railed about the immigrant labour, all of whom, lock stock and barrel, he tarred with the same brush.
Doug had heard it all before; but he let his father go on venting his spleen, without interrupting him, until he had finally exhausted himself. Judging that now was as good a time as any to exert his authority over the farm, which was his right, he screwed up his courage for the showdown with his father, which he had known for some time, was, one day, inevitable, to announce what he grandly saw as the new world order for the farm,, under his aegis. His father, in having a stroke had conveniently given his son a departure point for what was to be a difficult confrontation. He had referred to my house, in his harangue about Romanians.
Doug reflected on what his grandmother had said to him the other day and decided that she had been right, as she so often was; he did both dislike his father and admire him the same time. The dislike Doug felt for his father, whom he nevertheless called dad, was bordering on hatred, for having treated him as a drudge for years. But, he also simultaneously genuinely admired his father for his hard work and single-mindedness of purpose, which together had made the farm what it was today: year after year, a successful, profitable enterprise.
But things now had to change; his father was no longer capable of playing his hitherto active role as if he actually owned the place, which he, most certainly, did not. He had to be made to see that the moment had come to allow his son to take over his inheritance from his mother. Douglas was now twenty-one years old and had to be allowed to assume responsibility for his legal inheritance and overall running of the farm.
Doug began, “Dad. I would just like to draw your attention to the fact that although this house has been your home, ever since you married my mother and, together with her, produced me, you do not own either the house or the land on which it stands. Under the terms of my mother’s will, she left her entire estate to me, naming you as trustee, until I reached the age of twenty-one, which I did two months ago. I am not proposing to turn you and my grandmother out of what has been your home – and mine too – for my entire life to date. But in view of your stroke, coupled with the fact that I am no longer a boy, but a man, who has now reached the age of majority, I am capable of taking over my inheritance and running the farm.” “At my grandmother’s suggestion, I went today into Neverley and engaged a young immigrant from Romania, to help me with the day to day work on the farm, which, until your sudden illness, we have done together for the past three years, as father and son. Look, Dad, I know that it will be bitter pill for you to swallow to give up, more or less overnight, what has been your life’s work. But you you are no longer able to go on as before. So you have to face the fact that as of right now, I have taken over and that I am in charge of everything from this moment onwards. I hope that you will see that it is for the best, I have no intention of pushing you completely aside: but from now on you will have ot content yourself with giving advice, which, I knowing you as I do, you will do aplenty.” “Coming now to the young man from Romania, whom I have today set on, to help me with the day to day running of this place, his name is Alexandru Gheorghe Harris Olarescu. I count myself lucky to have found him ,as since Brexit came into force two years ago, the supply of eastern European labour has practically dried up. Gheorghe, for that is what we will call him, told me that he was a sheep farmer himself in Romania, until his farm burned down a few years ago, killing his mother; his father had died a few years previously.” “By chance I have found an ijmigrant who, curiously, he has some English blood running through his veins, as his third given name, Harris, indicates; Gheorghe’s great great grandfather was an Englishman, called William Harris,, who was in the woollen trade and went to Romania in the 1930s from, of all places, Huddersfield, in the woollen belt of the then West Riding of Yorkshire. On another occasion, I will tell you his family history, which explains how he speaks perfect English.” “Dad, if you, for a moment, put aside your prejudices against all foreigners, of whom you have no experience whatsoever, never having met, until today, anyone from a foreign country in your life, I think that you will like Gheorghe, as I already do. I can tell you that, contrary popular belief, all Romanians are not gypsies, who only number about 8-10% of the present population; I can tell you, quite categorically that Gheorghe is not a gypsy. He is just a young man, of about the same age as me, who is down on his luck. He has been in England for about eighteen months now, and has, up to now found only seasonal work, He has a residence permit allowing him to live and work in England. So he is legally above board. I have taken him on until next spring and if things work out and he proves his worth, which I hope and think that he will, then I will offer him a permanent post.” “Dad, as I am running this show as of now, I have definitely decided that Gheorghe will eat at same table as us. Under the offer I made him were included full board and lodging. As he and I shall be working together every day, it seems pointless to make him eat alone in his room, so I have decided that he will take all his meals with us at the same table in the kitchen here, as we have always done. So if you feel, Dad, that you cannot sit at the same table as Gheorghe, I will bring you your meals to your room. But I urge you not to do that. Gheorghe seems a perfectly civilised young man and I am sure that once you have met him, you will like him.” Doug’s father said nothing after what amounted to a patricidal defenestration. So Doug left him to muse over what he had said, and to contemplate his position in what amounted to a new world order at the farm. He went to see how Gheorghe was getting along with installing himself in his quarters.
When he came back into the kitchen he found that his father had gone off to his room; presumably to lick his wounds. His grandmother, who was preparing the evening meal, took the opportunity of her son’s absence to say to her grandson: “Well done Douglas! I am pleased that you did not back done and went on with your determination that Gheorghe should sit at table and take his meals with us and that you finally managed to tell your father that, as you were now of age, you were, as of now, assuming your rights under the terms of your mother’s will and taking over completely, the running of the farm which you own. Your father must have known that the day would come, sooner or later when he was relegated to playing send fiddle to his son irrespective of his stroke.” “He has now hobbled away to his room to ruminate on what you have said, like a cow chewing its cud,; and I am sure he will see that things could no longer go on as before, even if he had not had a stroke. He was aware of the fact that the farm was yours and that one day soon he would have to hand over control to you. However, due to his incapacity to do any manual work ever again, things have, thankfully, come to a head sooner than anyone expected. I have never understood why it irked so much that you, and not he, inherited this place from your mother. You are his only child and unless he chose to disinherit you, which I find a far-fetched idea, the farm would have eventually come to you anyway. However, as things are, you have nothing to worry scout except keeping this place going “Just leave your father to me, Douglas. He’ll come around sooner than you think and will eventually see things your way. He’ll have to accept that you are now in charge and that will be bitter pill for him to swallow. I know that he has ridden you hard these last few years since you left school and that you do not like your own father. But you have him to thank for the prosperous, well-run farm, which you have just taken over. So don’t be too hard on him, lad; he’s had a lot to contend with of late. His knowledge and advice can still serve you well, even if he is no longer capable of working himself, which I now he misses, a s it is all he has known all his life.” Supper time came, and Gheorghe appeared, a little shyly at first, for he had not anticipated being invited to take his meals with his new employer and family. But he proved to be an easy man to get to know, probably thanks to his perfect English; Doug was relieved to see from the way Gheorghe engaged with his grandmother that she accepted the foreign farmhand, whom she liked, at first sight, as Doug himself had done.
As his grandmother had predicted, Doug’s father re-appeared before anyone had sat down to supper. Doug introduced Gheorghe to his father, who offered his one good hand (left) to Gheorghe as sign of welcome. When they all sat down together at the kitchen table, it was as if his violent outburst to Doug, against all foreigners and gypsies had never happened. Doug’s grandmother had been right; his father had accepted that his son was now in charge and there was no more to be said.
Gheorghe showed that he had better table manners than majority of local men. Afterwards, he helped Doug’s grandmother clear the table and wash up the dishes after supper. He then did not outstay his welcome, thanked Doug’s grandmother for an excellent meal, and then excused himself, saying he had things to do and went off to his quarters in the barn. As he left Doug reminded him that breakfast was at six, to receive the reply from Gheorghe: “Don’t worry I’ll be there.” Doug’s father, completely out of character, for he was always stinting on praise, then said: “Well, son, you seem to have made a good choice; he seems a nice enough young man. But the proof of the pudding is in the eating; so we shall have to see how he shapes up when it comes to farm work.” Doug noticed that his father had said we, as distinct from you, which indicated that he still intended to take an active part in directing the farm. Doug smiled across at his grandmother, who gave him a knowing smile back, which said: “I told you so.”
CHAPTER 6
Happily, Gheorghe proved himself a very willing and capable worker and Doug and he became firm friends. However, Gheorghe was ever conscious of the fact that although they were on first name terms with each other and Doug worked alongside him every day, Doug was the employer, and therefore, de facto, his boss. As such, Gheorghe always maintained a respectful social distance from Doug. Doug’s father, in spite of his fulminations, gracefully accepted his position as advisor on the day-to-day operations, as distinct from controller of the farm and never gave instructions to directly Gheorghe, always passing his thoughts through his son. After a few weeks, Doug’s father saw that in Gheorghe, his son had found not only a reliable and hard worker, but also a young man who was polite and personable, so much so, that he saw his prejudices against foreigners falling away. He finally had to admit to himself that Gheorghe was an asset to the farm.l foreigners. After a few weeks, he found that he actually liked the young Romanian very much, which in his way, he put down to the fact that Gheorghe had Yorkshire blood in his veins.
Late spring that year turned into an unusual, gloriously hot summer. The Suggettt farm was criss-crossed by miles of dry-stone walling, so characteristic of the countryside in many parts of England, some of it dating back many centuries, For several years Mr. Suggett had been nagging his son to rebuild a section of the wall which had fallen down on one of the high pastures, leaving a gap through which cattle could stray. The wall enclosed a large field on which they put pregnant cows to graze on the lush grass, before they gave birth and started lactation.
He now suggested to Doug that he and Gheorghe spend a few days together rebuilding the wall: “What you could do is to spend two or three nights sleeping in the bothy, which stands in the same field as the fallen wall and rebuild it together. No need to worry about milking the cows or feeding the pigs while you are away. The lad, Jim Biggens, will take care of all that. There is nothing urgent that needs doing down here; so now is an ideal time to rebuild that wall, as the weather looks settled for the moment.” What no one realised at the time was that this suggestion, which was immediately acted upon, was to change the lives of both Doug and Gheorghe forever and would lead to new era at the Suggett farmhouse.
So Doug and Gheorghe, both of them glad to have a break in their normal daily routine, that same evening, loaded up the trailer with the necessary tools for the job, food for three or four days, pots and pans, sleeping bags, towels etc. etc., and took off for the high pasture at seven o’clock next morning. They arrived at the site of the broken-down wall after a hair-raising drive of an hour on the quad across rough fields and unloaded their supplies into the bothy, which for an occasional refuge for a farmhand, who came there in spring for a few days to help with the lambing of the sheep, was remarkably well- equipped and in good condition.
They then began work on the wall, which had fallen down and was directly adjacent to the bothy. All the original stones were lying there. However they soon discovered that it was painstakingly hard work to build them back into a stable wall without the use of any mortar to cement the individual stones in place. The stones were of different sizes and there was a great art in selecting which stones to lay together to produce a stable course on which the next course could be laid.
Doug’s father had been right about the weather being settled, for the sun shone relentlessly down all day, out of a cloudless sky and the temperature soared into the mid-thirties by ten that first morning. The last few summers, influenced by the change in the climate, had been exceptionally hot in the whole of the UK. With only a half-hour’s break for a lunch of sandwiches and beer, from a cool-box container, which they had brought with them that morning. By five o’clock in the afternoon they were exhausted.
Now, the large stream, on the banks of which Doug’s father had made provision for a place giving the sheep easy access to the drinking water they required, ran adjacent to the wall, on which the two of them had been working. In fact, Doug’s father had also arranged for the bothy to be supplied with running water, taken from the stream, so that even though the bothy lacked other mod cons, it did have at least piped cold water. Quite by chance, a few yards downstream from the sheep’s drinking place, a natural deep pool had formed only a few paces from the bothy. So, extremely hot and sweaty as both young men were, Gheorghe suggested that they should go for a swim to freshen up.
Doug’s first reaction was to say that neither of them had brought swimming trunks with them. Gheorghe looked at Doug, sand simultaneously, with both arms by his sides and with his hands palm outwards, shrugged his shoulders, in that self-explanatory gesture, which clearly said: “Who cares?” He then acted on his unspoken assertion and, completely without embarrassment, proceeded to strip himself naked in front of Doug, showing him a cock already proudly erect and ready for action. Doug had not anyone, other than himself naked since he had left school, when in his final year, already a young man aged eighteen, he had often showered with his team mates after a sports game, or following a PE class.
On such occasions, given his own sexual orientation, he had always wished that he could do more than simply look admiringly at the lusciously attractive, young, muscular, male flesh around him, but had been too timid to make the first overture himself, to any of his schoolfellows. Luckily, whenever he was showering with his schoolmates, he had just been so timid about his sexuality that his cock had never risen to the occasion, thus giving his schoolmates no excuse to call him a pervert. And so, when Doug left school, it was as an eighteen year-old, homosexual virgo intacto To add to Doug’s timidity in matters sexual, was the fact that as a day boy, he had been denied the pleasure of the sexual experimentation that boarders enjoyed, through sleeping in communal dormitories. Thus today aged twenty one, confronted by a naked Gheorghe, who was apparently free from the hesitant-creating inhibitions, which had perpetually been the bane of Doug’s his life, ever since he had become aware of sex, hewas still the same, timid sexual virgin, the gay in waiting who had left school, aged eighteen, over three years ago, As he looked admiringly at Gheorghe, in all his naked glory, he suddenly underwent a Damascene conversion and threw his inhibitions figuratively out of the window, as he ripped off his clothes to expose his naked body to Gheorghe’s view. He saw that his cock too had become erect aroused by the sight of seeing Gheorghe’s gorgeous naked for the first time. For a few moments, the two of them looked at each other, stark naked, each of them appreciating what he saw, before plunging into the water, which, although the sun was blazing down, was exhilaratingly cold and momentarily took the breath away from both of them. Doug, had he been not so naively sexually innocent, should have foreseen what might happen next, they were both already sporting massive erections, before they both plunged into the water.
They frolicked around chest high, in the cold water, splashing about like a couple of school kids, when Gheorghe, with no warning, suddenly grabbed Doug around the waist with both his arms, thrusting what Doug judged to be his rock-hard cock between his soft buttocks just below his anus at the top of his thighs. Doug then felt Gheorghe’s right hand encircling his own cock, which, by its hardness, was also silently expressing its own readiness for sex. There was no doubt what Gheorghe wanted to do to Doug, and the lack of his resistance to Gheorghe’s advances, plus the boner of a cock he was already sporting himself, indicated that he too was ready for sex.
Gheorghe whispered into Doug’s ear: “In case you are in any doubt, let me confirm to you that my intentions are not strictly honourable. I want to fuck you, Doug; and, I think, looking at your state of sexual arousal right now, you will not attempt to stop me, as my guess is that you can hardly wait to take my cock up your arse. Moreover, do you know what the present state of your own cock tells me, Doug? I think that you want to fuck me as just as much as I want to fuck you. So if you are agreeable, let’s both get the hell out of this freezing cold water, as I feel that my balls will soon drop off with frost bite, and go back to the bothy and fuck the living daylights out of each other, which I think we have both been wanting to do since we first met. Or do you have a better idea as to what we could more agreeably do, in the two hours before supper?” The above remarks were made by Gheorghe in ignorance of the fact that Doug, his potential sex-partner, whom he was just about to fuck, was a twenty-one-year-old, gay virgin, whose only knowledge of gay sex was via the porn channels on the internet: and was, to boot, also his employer.
Until now, no one had ever touched Doug, other than in the rugby matches he had played at school; and he had never come even remotely close, under his own steam, to having sex with another man, which he knew, with some conviction, totally inexperienced as he was, was where his future happiness lay. To have sex with another man was the single thing he most wanted in life. Doug was nevertheless surprised by Gheorghe’s sudden physical approach, as in the weeks since they had know each other and worked together, Gheorghe had given no indication whatsoever of his own sexual orientation. The fact that he clearly found the sight of Doug’s naked body an irresistibly attractive proposition; explained why he had not been able to stop himself from pouncing on Doug from behind in the pool.
On first being seized by Gheorghe from behind, Doug’s initial, gut reaction, was to tell Gheorghe to take his hands off him and stop what he was doing immediately. But then he had realised that Gheorghe had had the courage of his convictions to do what his instinct was telling him it wanted him to do, which was obvious from the moment he had grasped Doug’s cock.. Moreover, Doug had long dreamed that eventually some guy, whom he liked,would come along and do to him exactly what Gheorghe proposing to do to him right now. any remaining doubt about Gheorghe’s intentions were dispelled as he whispering his desire, as bold as brass, into Doug’s ear. what he would do to him.
At that moment, what Doug did not realise, was that Gheorghe had been completely blown away by the sight his muscular naked body and massive cock, in much the same way as he himself had just been uncontrollably aroused by his first sight of Gheorghe naked. It was only by keeping a grip his natural sexual urges, that Gheorghe had been able to stop himself from raping Doug in the water, there and then.
So Doug had not said anything to deter Gheorghe from fulfilling his sexual designs on him, but had let the drama in the water play out to its completion. Doug had allowed Gheorghe, whom had he liked immensely from the moment had first seen him leaning against the wall in Bennett Street in Neverley, to continue with what he clearly wanted to do to him. And when Gheorghe finally made his suggestion that they return to the bothy and spend the two hours before supper having sex together, Doug, with butterflies in his stomach as it would be the long awaited, first-time for him, readily agreed. His first-time had to come sometime, he was attracted to Gheorghe as much as Gheorghe was obviously attracted to him; so why not burn his bridges now?
Gheorghe had become for Doug, his knight in shining armour, who would release him forever from the nagging, ever-present shame he privately felt. at being still a gay-virgin-in-waiting, at the ripe old age of twenty-one. But now, in Doug’s mind, the significance of what one fuck by Gheorghe would do for him took on another dimension completely. Without the forthcoming help from Gheorghe’s cock, Doug had fantasized a dismal future for himself, in which he would remain a gay-virgin-in-waiting, for the rest of his days; never experiencing the joy of sex with another man, which was, at that very moment, the thing he wanted most in the world. Doug’s thoughts on ridding himself of his virginity were analogous to the sense of the idiom: always a bridesmaid, never a bride. In his present frame of mind, it is not, therefore, surprising that Doug allowed Gheorghe to lead him, like a lamb to the slaughter, back to the bothy. He saw in Gheorghe, the great, white hope that would liberate his dormant sexual potential from the tyranny of his own timidity.
There was only one single bed in the bothy, which meant that one of the two, most probably Gheorghe, would have to sleep on the floor in his sleeping bag. However, sleeping was the last thing that either of them had in mind at the moment. As they looked at each other, their cocks both rigidly erect, indicating their readiness for action, Doug suddenly felt anxious about what Gheorghe was about to do him and could not stop himself trembling at the thought that he about to lose his anal virginity to this magnificent young man, who was about to penetrate his anus, for the very first time ever, with his huge penis.
Gheorghe, as decisive as ever, immediately advanced and embraced Doug in his arms, hugging him close to his body and kissing him tenderly, but firmly, on the lips. He was relieved when the kiss was firmly returned, indicating that Doug was willing,
As Gheorghe felt Doug beginning to tremble in his arms, it suddenly struck him that he was probably about to fuck a virgin: that it was Doug’s first time, he was more or less certain! He surmised that Doug was trembling with fear of the irrevocable unknown step he was about to take. He tried to cast his memory back six years, to when he was still at school in Romania and had sacrificed his own anal virginity to a classmate. He remembered the occasion clearly, but had no recollection of whether he had felt fear as his classmate’s rampant cock penetrated his anus, thereby relieving him forever of the burden of his anal virginity.
What he did remember quite vividly, was the pleasure he himself had had, when his classmate had insisted on a return match immediately. So, within half-an-hour Gheorghe, had totally lost his virginity to the same partner. He personally been fucked for the first time, and had had his first fuck ever, as a topr, with the same partner. He had never forgotten the sensation, of his first time being fucked, when his classmate had thrust his bare cock into his anus or when he had, for the first time, penetrated his partner with his unlubricated cock. What he never knew, was whether his classmate had, like himself, been a virgin.
Gheorghe knew from this first ever sexual experience with his schoolmate, to whom he had, within a half hour, surrendered his own virginity completely, that what he had suspected of himself for several years now, was correct. He had confirmed to himself, in surrendering his own virginity to another male, as if any confirmation were needed, what he had known for years, but had been reluctant to acknowledge to himself; that he was an out-and-out homosexual, from the tips of his fingers to the tips of his toes, whose sexual future would be uniquely with other men. He liked women well enough, but only if physically attractive and from a distance. Even to think of having sex with a female made him shudder with disgust..
He had gone on to lead an active sex-life in Romania, sowing his wild oats, with a variety of young men, until, now almost two years ago, when his future in Romania had been destroyed by fire, he had come to England.. But the thing that rankled with him the most, at moment he was preparing himself o fuck Doug, was the fact he never knew if the schoolmate, to whom he had lost his own virginity, was also a virgin at the time of their reciprocal liaison. Now he would never know if it had been the first occasion he had fucked a virgin as shortly thereafter, he had completely lost contact with the boy in question, whose family had moved to another part of the country. What he was sure of was that none of the young men in Romania, with whom he had gone on to have sex, was new to anal sex.
Thus, Gheorghe now wondered, as he held the trembling Doug in his arms, if his employer would be the first virgin, with whom he was about to have sex. The first thing he he took upon himself was the very delicate task of confirming his suspicion that Doug was, at present, still a virgin.
With Doug, still trembling like a leaf, in his arms, Gheorghe said to him very gently and understandingly: “Doug, the first time for any guy is always a somewhat delicate moment, as he is about to enter a new phase in his life, which, by the very act, will change his outlook on life forever. Look, Doug, allow me to reassure you that with me you have nothing to fear but fear itself.” “I remember my first time, as if it were yesterday; At the time I lost my virginity, I was only sixteen and still at school; I finally could no longer resist the allure of the persistent advances of a classmate, so in the course of half an hour, he first fucked me; and then he insisted that fuck him, which I did. So guessing that it was also his first time, I suppose that we mutually sacrificed our virginity to each other. Speaking for myself, that day confirmed what what I had long suspected myself to be, which was that I was indelibly gay, a fact which I could not change: a fact, which has conditioned my life ever since.” By now, Doug, still in Gheorghe’s arms, had tears of shame in his eyes, as he asked: “How did you know that I was gay and still a virgin, at the age of twenty one and that I had never had sex with anyone, either male or female?”
“The short answer is that I didn’t, until you confirmed that my suspicions were correct, in your last question to me just now. Look, Doug, I had seen the way you had been looking at me with hungry eyes, these last few weeks, since we first met in Neverley. I have also observed living and working on the farm as I do, that as a handsome, sexy looking young man, which you undoubtedly are. – and I am not trying to flatter you into having sex with me – that you apparently have no close friends of either sex, whom you see regularly. Couple this with the fact that when you when saw me naked, for the first time, just a short while ago, your eyes almost popped out of your head with sexual desire and you could could hardly wait to strip off and jump into the pool with me” “Add to this, the message given to me by your cock, that indispensible male appendage, which never, ever tells a lie, which, when I grabbed it in the water just now, was already fully aroused and ready for sex. You also responded immediately to my suggestion that we get out of that freezing cold water and come back here to the bothy and have sex together. But now that we are here and I am holding you, trembling with fear, in my arms, which I imagine is fear of the unknown, I just joined the dots together and surmised that you were still a virgin, which your question to me has just confirmed.” “Doug, I appreciate that, in your mind, you are taking a step into the unknown; but I earnestly urge you, as your friend and not as your employee, to take it and liberate yourself from the feeling of inadequacy, which, for a young man of your age, physique and sexual orientation, must have been weighing heavily at the forefront of your mind, for the last few years. You, Doug, are a physically super-attractive, sexy looking stud, who is more than well equipped where it counts. I kid you not, my friend, when I say that most guys would give their eye teeth to have your sexual equipment. I cannot understand how you have managed to stay celibate for so long. But as the saying has it: there are horses for courses.” “Gheorghe, I am grateful for your concern about me; and admit that all you have said about me is true. At the age of twenty-one, I feel ashamed to be still a lonely virgin, a potentially gay, young man; for that is what I am: a potentially gay young man, who has lost his way in life. And I do still fear that first leap into the unknown, which is why I am trembling right now; it’s just the way I am. In the past, I have been too timid to declare my sexuality to others. I desperately wanted to have sex with you from the moment we met net in Neverley’ but now that push has come to shove, with you as the motive force that has pushed me to the threshold of being bale to fulfil fulfil my most earnest dream, here I am again reduced to my normal dithering, timid self.” “Frankly I think that you will practically have to take me by force; almost to rape me, to rid me of my virginity, which has been like a millstone around my neck for too long, Although I confess that I have dreamt of taking, what I now see is your magnificent cock, inside me, ever since the first day we me.. However, now that I am faced with the possibility of achieving my aim, with a man, whom I truly like and whom I have led on to the brink, I am full of my usual doubts. Frankly, Gheorghe, without you to push me in the right direction, left to myself, we would never have have never got this far in what I already think of as our relationship.” “No one knows that I am a non-active gay: not even my father or my grandmother. In fact, my father is constantly urging me to find myself a wife and give him some grandchildren which, given my sexual orientation will, of course, never happen; in his ignorance, my poor father is, unfortunately, pissing in the wind. However, now that I have had the good luck to find you, Gheorghe, and that you are prepared to take me in hand, and rescue me for my own timidity, I feel that I am ready to steel myself to allow you to give me my first practical lesson in rudiments of gay sex. I have longed for this moment, ever since I first met you in that street in Neverley.” “Doug, before you put me on a pedestal and kneel to kiss my feet and other more intimate parts of my anatomy in gratitude, let me first disabuse you of the impression that what I am about to do with you, is solely of your benefit. I am not, as you seem to think, the knight, in shining armour, sent to save you from your inhibitions. I am a totally committed, active gay man, who has wanted to have sex with you, from the moment we first met. Doug, I don’t think you appreciate what an attractive man you are to anyone; and especially to any man of the same sexual persuasion as me. I do not think you understand what a super-sexy young man you are, even when fully clothed; and what one sight of you either clothed or naked does to men like me.” “Doug, when naked, as I saw you for the first time today, you are just so irresistibly fuckable. You have a body like a Greek God and a cock to die for; so much so that I gave into my baser instincts, which I normally keep in check; you are just so sexually attractive that I attractive that I could not stop myself grabbing you in the pool just now.” Gheorghe realised now that he was falling in love with Doug: a feeling he had never experienced in the past, when he had been raring to have sex with a man – any man – for the first time. And as if to confirm what he was feeling towards Doug, Gheorghe now emotionally embraced Doug in his arms, kissing him fully and warmly on lips, an act, which was totally spontaneous and from the heart. It was at that precise moment that Doug too began to lose his heart to Gheorghe; he just melted into Gheorghe’s arms and returned his kisses, as if they were already seasoned lovers, meeting after being apart from each other for several days.
For Doug it was the first time that he had ever been touched by a man; a man, with whom he realised that he was already seriously emotionally , but not yet physically involved. From that moment Doug knew, without question, that he would allow Gheorghe to do anything he wanted to him; and, extraordinarily, Gheorghe knew from Doug’s manner, that he was now ready to have sex with him come what may, and would willingly lose his virginity to him Gheorghe took matters in hand, by saying: “So, Doug, I now suggest that we bring all this jaw-jaw to an end and get down to some action, for that is what we both desire. You, Douglas Suggett, my employer and my boss, will you do me the honour of being the first virgin that I have ever deflowered. Of course, I am using the term deflowered loosely, as it normally refers to the breaking of a virgin female hymen by the penis her first lover penis: an irrevocable step, which, once accomplished, can never be repeated. However, as you have no hymen for my cock to break, I shall take you at your word that you are an anal virgin and as such will treat your anus with the utmost gentleness, as I penetrate it with my penis for the very first time.” “As someone new to gay sex, you many not appreciate the fact that as the male rectum is not intended for sex at all and that as such, it it does not auto-lubricate, in the way the female vagina does when a cock penetrates it. Therefore, to ensure a comfortable ride for both parties to any act of anal sex, a lubricant is needed. But fret not, as I am always prepared for sex, opportunities for which present themselves on the most unlikely of occasions; and so I always have with me the essential lubricant and condoms.
Gheorghe approached Doug, who was still trembling like a leaf, at the thought of what he had desired for so long, was now about to happen to him, pulled his legs over the end of the bed, spread them and knelt down between them. Then, with long strokes of his tongue, he introduced Doug to the act of fellatio, by repeatedly licking his cock and balls for the bottom of his scrotum to the top of his cock. As this was the first time anybody had touched any of Doug’s, what in polite conversation are referred to as a man’s private parts, he was seventh heaven, as wave after wave of highly erotic sensations, the like of which he had never before experienced, coursed through his body. Gheorghe then gently pulled back Doug’s foreskin, thereby exposing his gleaming cockhead, his glans penis, with its well-defined rim, setting it off from its hard shaft. He then used his tongue to titillate the exposed, highly sensitive cockhead, before taking it completely into his mouth and proceeded to suck it vigorously, taking a now ecstatic Doug towards full orgasm.
When he judged the moment was right, Gheorghe stopped what he was doing, stood up and looked down on Doug, saying: “Doug you have clearly enjoyed what I have just done to you. Now I suggest we get down to some serious, bareback sex together. Let me explain what I mean. As this will be the first time you have been with a man, I think that we would bond together better, by skin-to-skin contact when I fuck you, as I now intend to do.” “As I am clean and you have never had sex before, there is no danger of us infecting each other with HIV or any other disease; and so, I do not propose to use a condom. but to penetrate you with my bare cock, That way when I climax and reach orgasm, with my cock still inside you, I will leave you with a symbolic, albeit transient part of me, my semen, deep within you, which will serve temporarily as aphysical bond between us, but which I hope might unite us spiritually forever.” Doug was fascinated how his lover now lavished a generous quantity of anal lubricant on his awe-inspiring, fully erect, uncut cock, which was already, like a horse chomping at the bit, both ready and eager to serve its master. Doug had already realised, both from Gheorghe’s words and from the care that he had taken with his first oral contact, that his intention was not just to fuck him, but truly to make love to him. Gheorghe then told Doug to kneel on the bed and spread his legs, giving him his first sight of that fundamental orifice, his entry port to the undoubted pleasure of gay sexual intercourse.
Gheorghe’s heart jumped for joy when he saw that Doug’s anus was a tight little pucker, which he himself much preferred to a loose hole, as it would grip his cock tightly on penetration, greatly increasing his own pleasure in the unique, never to be repeated act of relieving Doug of his anal virginity. He now carefully and thoroughly lubricated Doug’s anus, ensuring, with his fingers, ensuring that the lower part of Doug’s rectum was adequately lubricated to facilitate his entry.
Everything was now ready for the act, for which Doug had been waiting for so long. But even now, he was now now unable to dispel that feeling of apprehension, rather than fear, that he was taking an irrevocable step into the unknown. However, he need not have worried that he might, at the last moment, chicken out of the very act, for which he had so long dreamed, as Gheorghe was nothing if not decisive. He knelt between Doug’s legs and prepared to penetrate his anus, for the very first time. No sooner had the tip of Gheorghe’s cock touched Doug’s anus, he did not hesitate for a moment to see if he had Doug’s agreement to go further. In one fell swoop, he thrust his nine hard inches to the hilt into Doug’s anus, thereby, relieving him of his anal virginity, which he himself had characterised to Gheorghe as being a millstone around my neck for too long.
Gheorghe then waited for moment, before withdrawing almost his entire length,, leaving within, only his cockhead gripped by Doug’s anal muscles.. Doug had emitted not a sound at the surprising, somewhat brutal way, in which in which Gheorghe had taken his virginity. He had in fact, felt only a slight discomfort, as Gheorghe had sunk his cock into his rectum as it had brushed by his prostate on the way to Gheorghe bottoming his pelvis against Doug’s arse.
Doug felt a wave of inward relief course through his body that he was, at long last, no longer a virgin and had entered into the world of active gay sex, which is the place he truly wanted to be. He finally felt that he had arrived at his destination, after a journey which had been endless, He could barely wait for the next step, which was for Gheorghe actively to fuck him.
Doug’s only knowledge of gay sex; had been gleaned from watching countless porn videos on the internet, which could best be described as acts of lust, rather than acts of love.. Gheorghe then began the reciprocating motion, which is the very essence of all sexual intercourse, whether hetero- or homo-sexual.
In the videos Doug had seen, what always seemed to happen aftre penetration had taken place was that the top vigorously addressed the bottom’s anus with his cock, whilst the bottom jerked himself off manually with his hand. Never, in any of the videos, Doug had seen, did the top climax inside his partner. He always withdrew his cock from his partner’s anus before climaxing, and the two of them then literally masturbated themselves to orgasm, dumping their respective loads on each other.
Such couplings were purely motivated by of lust, not by love; but that is the way Doug saw the world of gay sexual intercourse, into which he had just entered, by allowing Gheorghe to penetrate him. It is, therefore, not surprising that Doug, ready to play his part in the drama, which had only just begun, quite naturally took his own tumescent cock in his hand.
Gheorghe seeing what Doug was intending to do, said to him: “That will not be necessary, Doug; just leave everything to me. It will be enough if you try to grip my cock with your anal muscles, whilst I am fucking you. My aim it to bring both of us to orgasm at the same moment, with me still inside of you, so that when I climax I deposit my load of sperm deep inside of you. I then expect a return match, in which you do the same for me.” What followed was an education for Doug, which took him to sexual heights of pleasure, which, not even in his wildest fantasies, had Doug ever even dreamed possible. Gheorghe began slowly and gently to fuck Doug, but using practically the full length of his cock on every stroke, without actually ever withdrawing it from Doug’s anus. However, as Gheorghe himself became ever more aroused by what he was doing, he gradually automatically increased both the force and speed of his attack, sending wave upon wave of paroxysms of delight coursing through Doug’s body, the intensity and, the pleasure of which, he had never dreamed possible. To say Gheorghe had figuratively transported Doug to seventh heaven by his first effort would have been close to the mark.
But unbeknown to Doug, the intensity of the climax of his initial introduction to the pleasures of gay anal copulation remained yet to be experienced. Doug, in spite of his naivety, had already perceived that he had sacrificed his virginity to a man, who was, without any shadow of doubt whatsoever, a master cocksman; a man, who had already, by his efforts alone, given him the most marvellous experience of his life to date. Doug would have been eternally grateful to Gheorghe, if, at that stage, he had withdrawn his cock entirely and abandoned him to his own devices, leaving him to jerk himself off to the orgasm, to the brink of which he had been brought by Gheorghe’s fellatio efforts.
However, such a scenario was not on Gheorghe’s agenda.
Gheorghe had brought Doug to the very edge of orgasm: a rare phenomenon in gay sex, where it is unusual for a top to bring his bottom partner to orgasm just by fucking him; or even to attempt to bring him to orgasm at all. In the normal gay casual encounter, there is no love in the act of union, which is purely conditioned by the lust of the two two participants for each other.
However, that is precisely what Gheorghe, through his quite exceptional – quasi phenomenal – expertise had achieved with Doug. His senses were so acute that once he judged that Doug was on the brink of climaxing, he withdrew his cock completely from his partner’s – or better said, his pupil’s – anus, held it in mid-air for two seconds, before plunging it back, to the hilt, with great speed and maximum force, into the hole which it had left just a few seconds earlier.
Gheorghe’s timing was perfect, as both of them, exploded into orgasm simultaneously. Gheorghe deposited his sizeable load, as he had planned all along, deep inside of Doug’s rectum, providing him with a temporary positive souvenir, but a lasting memory of how he had lost his virginity and been introduced to the ultimate joy of gay sex: the simultaneous orgasms of both top and bottom partners. Doug, whose cock was totally disengaged, as he had been playing bottom to Gheorghe’s top, did his part and ejaculated his load of viscous sperm with considerable force partly over himself and partly over Gheorghe’s chest and abdomen, Doug was no stranger to sexual orgasms having, for many years, kept himself sane by masturbating in private. However, never had he had an orgasm as mind-bendingly intense as had been induced by Gheorghe. Gheorghe’s effort had brought home to Doug the error of his former ways. He now realised that his own indecisive timidity had robbed him of at least three years, of sexual enjoyment, during which when he could have been having sex with other partners, before Gheorghe came along.
Gheorghe, for his part, was very satisfied with both their performances. He had really enjoyed fucking Doug, probably his first ever virgin. In view of Doug’s incredible timidity, Gheorghe had feared, up to the very last moment, before he pierced Doug’s virgin anus that he might call the whole exercise off. But Doug had not done so, and had understood that, as the bottom in the present union, he too could play an important part in gripping Gheorghe’s cock with his anal sphincters, to ensure that he too reaped the full benefit from his labours; for make no mistake: fucking, although exhilarating, when taken seriously by both partners, is a strenuous, sweat-producing, two-way business.
But Gheorghe had also achieved his personal aim, by depositing his own load of semen deep inside his partner and he hoped that Doug appreciated the spiritual significance behind this gesture. Gheorghe felt it had imbued the first act of sex between them with significance comparable to that of a man fucking his wife for the first timem with the express intention of making her pregnant and thereby together creating a new life.
This may sound like a load of old twaddle; a bundle of sentimental tosh, from a latter day romantic, which Gheorghe was;, although he tried to conceal the fact. He wanted more from a relationship than just to satisfy his sexual needs, which were, of course, important for let’s face the facts: Gheorghe had a strong need to fuck butt – and often! But over and above the physical aspect of any relationship, he had a burning desire to establish a spiritual bond between himself and his partner. He wanted the stability of a family life, in the full knowledge that his sexual orientation would deny him the ability of ever fathering a family.
CHAPTER 7
They both lay there; admiring each other’s bodies, basking in the post-copulation euphoria, which always accompanies a successful orgasm.
And well-worth admiring they were, as readers can judge for themselves by visiting the two sites below, which show role models for Gheorghe and Doug immediately following the loss of Doug’s anal virginity to Gheorghe.
For Doug, lying there, thinking that his introduction to gay sex was over and done with, he himself could easily have stopped there without going any further. Gheorghe, however, was made of sterner stuff and was determined to see Doug through to reach full autonomy as a gay young man. He was not completely altruistic in pushing Doug to give his cock its first outing into the word of gay sex and fuck another man. He desperately wanted himself to be that first other man, as he was dying to feel Doug’s magnificent cock inside of himself, on, what he sincerely hoped, would be the first of many such couplings between Doug and himself.
For Gheorghe, Doug’s introduction to gay sex was, therefore, still incomplete. Doug had still to penetrate another guy’s anus with his cock and proceed to fuck him. In Gheorghe’s eyes, before Doug could be considered a fully functioning member of the gay community, he had himself to be able to fuck, as well as to let himself be fucked. From the moment Gheorghe had first seen Doug naked, when they had jumped into the pool together, he had been tantamount to drooling at the mouth, at the thought of taking Doug’s magnificent piece of man-meat up his own arse.
This thought had been intensified by the personal satisfaction that Gehorghe himself had enjoyed, by being the first man ever to fuck Doug, thereby freeing him from the yoke of his virginity, the mental agony of which, had, for so long, been hampering Doug from leading his life as the homosexual he was. And, to cap it all, to the best of his knowledge, Doug was the first male virgin, whom Gheorghe was certain that he had ever fucked, thereby freeing him from the inhibiting yoke of his virginity. In two quite different ways, their dual union would be a first for both of them. Especially so for Gheorghe, as he would have the satisfaction of knowing that in allowing Doug’s virgin cock to penetrate his anus, that Doug had, ceded his complete virginity to him.
Gheorghe was determined that Doug’s first experience of initiating his still virgin cock into the immediate pleasure of gay sex by penetrating another guy’s anus, then that anus, must be his; Gheorghe laid great importance that Doug must have his first orgasm by fucking him, and depositing his first load of semen inside of him. Gheorghe still held onto the somewhat specious, romantic notion that Doug, by depositing his load of semen from his very first fuck, inside the very man to whom he had just ceded his own anal virginity and who, as a souvenir of that occasion, had left Doug with a deposit of his own semen deep inside him, that somehow a mystical bond would be established between them.
Truth to tell, at the moment, Gheorghe was so preoccupied by his own thought of getting Doug to fuck him, and to climax, depositing his load inside him, which, in his mind, had already become the elixir of life, that he did not realise he had already fallen completely in love with Doug, whom he wanted to keep entirely for himself.
“Come on young man; get back on you feet,” Gheorghe now said jocularly to Doug,: “You have done quite enough lolling around contemplating your own navel, and gazing enviously at a more prominent element of my anatomy, which has drawn quite the wrong conclusions from the lascivious looks, which you have been mistakenly been directing at it: looks, which if I may say so, which would more appropriately been directed at my anus, which you are shortly about to explore on your virgin act with your cock. In case you have not understood what I have just said, I am now inviting you to fuck me.” “You, Douglas Suggett, still have still a lot of hard work to do before you can consider yourself a fully-fledged practitioner of the art of gay sex and inflict yourself on some of the thousands of like-minded men of this world. But, joking apart, I see that your cock has become rather limp; so first let me take care of that for you, as you are in no state at the moment to fuck anything., given the flaccid state of your key implement and its importance in the next stage of your sexual development.” With that, Gheorghe dropped onto his knees in front of Doug, took his cockhead into his mouth and sucked vigorously at it until it was completely erect and capable of serving the immediate purpose for which it would be required. Gheorghe was a very acute observer of sexual practices, knew that even the most experienced of top anal copulators only occasionally reached orgasm with their cock still inside of their partner’s rectum. It was even rarer than a hen’s teeth that a top managed to take his bottom partner through to orgasm as Gheorghe had done with Doug. Yet this is what Gheorghe intended for Doug.
Gehorghe was aware that Doug would not achieve both these desirable effects during his first time as top. However, Gheorghe was adamant that his anus would be the bottom for Doug’s maiden fuck and that, come hell and high-water, as an absolute minimum, Doug would climax and deposit the load of his first ever fuck, deep inside his rectum. To this end, he prolonged sucking of Doug’s cock until he was sure that Doug was nearing his climax. He then disengaged his mouth from Doug’s cock, stood up, anointed Doug’s cock with lubricant, lay flat on his back on the bed, spread his legs invitingly, thus letting Doug see his anus for the first time.
He then said: “Well there you are Doug; we are both as ready as we will ever be; so go ahead, do your worst and have your first fuck with me.” Never did a man more willingly offer his anus to be fucked by an inexperienced man than Gheorghe offering his anus to be fucked by Doug.
Doug, who had been astounded at Gheorghe’s offer of his anus for his first ever fuck as a top, had appreciated the preparation which Gheorghe had lavished on his cock. A few minutes ago he had felt very nervous about being invited to fuck the man, whom he considered as his very illustrious and experienced mentor. However, now encouraged by the first sight of Gheorghe’s tight anal pucker, he was brimming with confidence, buoyed by not a little lust, and determined to do proud, the man, to whom he had just ceded his anal virginity. He wanted to show Gheorghe that he too was capable of performing the basic act of gay sex to perfection. What he did not know was that Gheorghe was looking forward as much to being fucked by Doug as he was to fucking Gheorghe.
Doug knelt between Gehorghe’s outspread and welcoming legs, and pushed tip of his rock-hard cock, gleaming with lubricant, gently againstt Gheorghe’s tight anal pucker, He then took a leaf out of Gheorghe’s book and did not dither around, giving Gheorghe the full length of his boner in one continuous movement. This was the first time that Doug’s penis had ever been inside of another man and concluded the irrevocable, never-to-be-repeated act of cession of his final vestige of virginity to Gheorghe. He waited for a few seconds before commencing, for the fisrt time eve the reciprocating fucking motion, which lasted little more than a few strokes, by which time, thanks to Gheorghe’s foresight and thorough preparation before the event, resulted in an early and intense orgasm for Doug, who, much to Gheorghe’s satisfaction, both climaxed and dumped his load, deep inside of his rectum.
So both men were totally satisfied with this, their second coupling that afternoon: Gheorghe, because Doug had both climaxed and dumped his first load of semen, deep inside of his rectum which was exactly what he wanted: Doug, because he had never had such an intense and long lasting orgasm in his life to date; and he had never emitted such a quantity of semen, which seemed to go on forever, although in fact, as is always the case, it had come and gone within a few seconds; but what an exquisitely marvellous few second they ahd been.
Doug was quite familiar with the intense feeling of sexual pleasure, known as orgasm, which always accompanied his emission of semen whenever he masturbated; a practice, in which he had regularly indulged himself, since the age of fifteen.. There is a saying that familiarity breeds contempt; but familiarity, for over six years, on an almost daily basis, with the hand induced orgasm, which he always enjoyed – that toy which never fails to please, as it is sometimes known – in no way prepared him for the intensity of orgasm he experienced during his first ever fuck, with his cock buried deep within Gheorghe’s rectum.
The orgasm Doug experienced, again generated essentially by his own physical efforts, with Gheorghe his highly experienced bottom partner, flexing his anal sphincter-muscles at Doug’s every thrust, led to an orgasm so overwhelmingly intense, it was almost to die for. Doug had never experienced anything even remotely comparable in his years of lonely masturbation. He suddenly saw the great pleasure that his timidity had deprived him of, over a long period, when he should have been exercising his cock, if not with one sole partner, then sowing his wild oats with series of young men with similar sexual tastes to his own. Instead, due to his innate shyness he had hidden his light under a bushel.
Both partners to the climax of Doug’s first ever fuck were figuratively transported, in a state of extreme pleasure, to that magical, mythical place, seventh heaven
Firstly Doug, because he realised that the feeling of shame of being a gay-in-waiting, which concept had blighted his sex life until now, had suddenly lifted him out of his loneliness, forthwith liberating him to exercise his inborn sexuality as a practising, gay, young man. No longer would he have to jerk himself off in private to satisfy his sexual appetite, which, at his age, was ravenous. Henceforth, no longer would he feel obliged to hide his light under a bushel; he would lead the life of a fully-active gay, young man.
Secondly, Gheorghe, because he had achieved his aim of having Doug deposit deep inside of him, in the form of his copious emission of semen, the spoils of his first ever, self-induced, copulative orgasm with him. The fact that it was semen, emitted by a hitherto virgin, served to enhance Gheorghe’s fanciful notion of bonding, which he felt now had been established firmly between them: a bond, which, in his view, had been achieved, by the mutual deposition of their respective semen, deep inside the other. Gheorghe’s ideas about bonding were, in fact, a loadof hogwash; but he truly believed in them.
CHAPTER 8
Subsequent to Doug’s initiation by Gheorghe into the rudiments of practical gay sex, they prepared their evening meal, devoured it ravenously. Then, unable to keep their hands off each other, they retired, naked, together to the single bed, where Doug, the apprentice, was able to practise and consolidate all that he had just learned from Gheorghe. They sucked and fucked each other until they were both physically exhausted – serious sex is such hard work – and then they both fell asleep, snuggled up to each other like a man and his wife on their first night together, The analogy is quite apt, as Doug had ceded his total virginity to Gheorghe, just a few hours earlier. What Doug now realised was that Gheorghe was teaching him to be a versatile, ambidextrous gay, who enjoyed equally being fucked by his partner as a bottom, as a top as exercising his own cock on his partner: something that a man and a woman could not do.
It had not yet dawned on either of them, as they slept together naked in that uncomfortable single bed, that the fickle finger of fate had decreed that they were meant to be together. They spent four full, sex-filled days, together at the bothy, until, on the morning of the fifth day, they were obliged to go back down to the farm, as their food ran out. Doug had earlier rung his father on his iPhone, pretending that the rebuilding of the wall was taking longer than he had originally anticipated.
In fact, they had finished repairing the wall by noon of the second day; and, as the weather remained, quite exceptionally, gloriously hot and sunny during their entire stay, they were able to spend a great deal of time sunbathing in the nude. Thus, they were able to copulate ad lib al fresco, and, just once, but once only, gluttons for punishment, they even, braved, for a second and last time, the exhilarating freshness of the water in the pool, which remained icily cold, in spite of the sun beating down on it all day. However, this second time, Gheorghe mitigated the shock, by not only grabbing Doug, but vigorously copulating with him as he held him in the water, before pronouncing it:”Too bracing for me. Let’s get out snd go somewhere we can fuck in comfort.” During those four idyllic days, the the two young men exhaustively explored each other’s body sexually. Doug proved to be a quick learner. Under Gehorghe’s constantly encouraging advice and guidance, Doug amazed himself that with his own inexperienced, but nevertheless impressively sized cock, he succeeded, after several, vigorous, but enjoyable attempts, to bring both of them to a simultaneous orgasm. Doug, thereby, graduated to the rank of the very few, gay, young men, who had achieved, that quasi unattainable, that nec plus ultra, that holy grail of gay copulation techniques: the ability to climax inside his bottom partner, and induce an orgasm in him, simultaneous with his own. By the time they had to return to the farm, both of them knew that they were hopelessly in love with each other and had practically become an item, a fact, which was staring them both in the face, although neither of them had acknowledged the fact or verbally expressed the depth of his feelings to the other.
The problem now facing Doug was how to tell his father and grandmother about his sexuality, which he had always kept strictly to himself. This had been no problem the past; but now that he had become sexually active and desperately wanted his nascent relationship with Gheorghe to flourish, things would inevitably have to be brought out into the open. His immediate family would sooner or later have to know that its only son and grandson, owner of the farm, in which they had always all lived together, was a deviant from the sexual mores, which were outwardly accepted as the norms in the highly conservative community of rural East Yorkshire.
In local eyes, it was acceptable that a boy could get a girl in trouble, or that a man and a woman could live together in sin, as it was still called locally. However, that two men should fall in love, live together and bugger each other, was definitely not acceptable to the vast majority of folk, in spite of what the current laws on homosexuality might say. To make matters worse, Doug was sexually involved with a foreigner, from Romania; an employee, no less, whom he had set on only a few months ago.
For the moment Doug decided to let sleeping dogs lie and say nothing about his new relationship to either his father or his grandmother.
Several times each week, now unable to forgo the pleasure of sex with with Gheorghe, he surreptitiously slipped of his bed and went and joined him in his room in the barn. And so their relationship blossomed into love, a fact which neither of them could deny for any longer. It was only after Doug admitted that he was deeply in love with Gheorghe and he had received his assurance that he felt the same about him, that he dared bare his soul to Gehorghe and told him about his one perversion,: his innermost secret, which he had concealed from everyone and which he had not managed to exercise since he had left school at the age of eighteen., now four years ago.
CHAPTER 9
“Gheorghe, now that we have become as close to each other as is possible between two men, there is something, which you might not like that I feel you need to know about me. You will remember I told you that I was educated, as a day-boy at public school, called Neverley Abbey School for Boys, a religious institution, run by a religious order of protestant monks, where discipline was very strict and the cane, in spite of being banned by law, was still in almost daily use”.
“Well, when I was in the third form, the Abbot, in his role as Headmaster, in complete disregard for the law of the land, appointed as Chief Disciplinarian, a young man, an utter sadist, who went by the name of Brother Benedict, but whose real name, I later found out to be a more prosaic Albert Smith. But whether Albert or Benedict; oh boy, did he know how to make the cane sing, when he beat a boy’s bare arse, which became well nigh a daily occurrence for some poor sod or other” “Naturally, he rapidly became the most feared and the most hated master in the school. I was a frequent visitor to his study, as I was naturally a rebelliously disobedient boy,in dit of mys e sexual timidity. But, unlike my classmates, I soon discovered that I was a masochist at heart and actually enjoyed having my bare arse flogged; so much so, that I went out of my way to annoy the other masters in class, so that they would send me to Brother Benedict for a beating. I guess that between the ages of sixteen and eighteen, when I finally left school, being beaten was a substitute for sex for me, as I was personally too timid sexually and, as a day boy, I did not get any opportunity to participate in the sexual experimentation, which my schoolmates, most of whom were boarders, conducted each evening, after lights out in their dormitories.” “Since leaving school, now three years ago, I have really missed having my bare arse beaten with a cane. As I am sure you are aware, there is a strong connection between corporal punishment and sex. Even straight men find that they get an automatic erection, when they witness or themselves administer corporal punishment, especially if the victim is a boy, who bare arse is on the line. Not for nothing is a man’s cock, often vulgarly referred to as his uncontrollable flesh.” “A man’s cock seems to have its own mind and makes its desire clearly known, often on the most inappropriate and embarrassing of occasions, irrespective of its owner’s immediate intentions, I know that when Brother Benedict was beating my bare arse, as he often did, he took great pains to conceal his own erection from me. Even straight men find they get an automatic erection, whenever they witness anyone being caned or flogged; especially, if done on the bare arse.” “Many times I observed my classmates, standing around in the corridor, each nervously waiting his turn to be called in to allow Brother Benedict to work his painful magic with the cane on their bare arses. On each and every occasion, every last one of them was sporting a spontaneous erection, from just hearing faintly across the closed study door, the cane mating with the bare arse of one of their schoolmates, who was already within. I too, as the only boy looking forward with pleasure to what was about to happen to his arse, was not immune from the sexual arousal induced by the sound of Brother Benedict’s cane mating with the bare arse of one of my schoolmates.” “It occurred to me, given that I personally actually enjoy having my bare arse caned and as we both evidently enjoy having sex with each other, if you, Gheorghe, were to beat me prior to fucking me, then we both might both benefit and have an enhanced, more intense sexual experience together. As I see it, it would be a win-win situation for both of us, unless you are the exception who breaks the rule, by being the only man, whom I have ever met, who is not sexually aroused by the corporal punishment of others.” Gheorghe heard Doug out in silence and then said: “Well if that is how you feel, who am I to stand in your way and deny you what you obviously want? There are horses for courses and the thought of having my bare arse beaten, before we have sex together, certainly does not run on mine. However, as it’s your arse that will be on the line and I will simply be the instrument of hopefully increasing your enjoyment of life. So yes, let’s give it a whirl and see if me beating your arse adds anything to our sexual relationship. Speaking of which, by the way, you have already become remarkably adept, in the shortest time. Although I have never caned anyone in my life, who knows I might find myself loving it and become latter-day Brother Benedict.” “Beating you will also give me an opportunity to explore, for the first time, a sadistic side of my nature, which until our discourse just now, I was unaware that I possessed. However, I should warn you to be beware of what you ask for. By now, you know me well enough to appreciate that I never do anything by halves and that will apply equally to beating you. I shall endeavour to out-do even your Brother Benedict, of whose capabilities with the cane, you have just spoken in glowing terms, I think the Latin phrase: caveat emptor – let the buyer beware – applies to your request; I only hope that you are aware of what you are letting yourself in for. As I see it, the first problem, is that we have no cane. But leave it to me, and I will see what I can do by tomorrow evening.” Next evening, when Doug crept surreptitiously into Gheorghe’s room, for what had rapidly become their nightly sexual tryst, to his delight, he saw that his lover had somehow obtained the requisite cane. He promptly stripped off and bent across Gheorghe’s table, offering his bare arse to be caned, not as he had done regularly whilst still at school, to Brother Benedict, but now to Gheorghe. As a confirmed masochist, Doug had sorely missed the bite of the cane, ever since leaving school, now over three years ago. As Gheorghe too had stripped off his clothing, Doug had the satisfaction of seeing that his lover was not immune from the sexual arousal, which normally accompanies observing of corporal punishment, let alone administering it. Gheorghe, who had a magnificent cock was was already sporting the mother of all rock-hard erections; a good omen for post- beating sex, which was to follow, with the same surety as night follows day.
Seen though Doug’s eyes, the evening boded well for him. He could first look forward the pain of the cane; followed immediately by the pleasure of a heroic battering of his anus by Gheorghe’s magnificent cock, hopefully culminating in his own explosive orgasm, induced by Gheorghe’s vigorous efforts. At the same moment as Doug climaxed, he envisaged Gheorghe climaxing with his cock still embedded inside him and ejaculating his semen deep into his rectum. It was a scenario: “Read of in books and dreamt of in dreams,” as the Reverend Richard Barham wrote, in a quite different context, in his poem; The Jackdaw of Rheims; miraculously, at the end of the day, after what proved to be a false start, it happened exactly as Doug had envisaged it.
Gheorghe, looking down at Doug’s unblemished buttocks, felt he was taking his first step into the unknown. He acknowledged that he was sexually aroused, at the thought of what he was about to do, as his own cock was figuratively trumpeting its demands loud and clear. Nevertheless, now that he was faced with actually doing the deed he felt apprehensive; in much the same way as Doug had felt when he had taken that irrevocable, once-only step of surrendering his anal virginity. However, as he had already agreed to accede to his lover’s wishes, this was no time for self doubts; the show must go on! He laid the stiff, bamboo rod, which he had bought in the gardening section of a hardware store in Neverley, gently across Doug’s buttocks, which automatically flinched at the touch.
As he raised the rod over his right shoulder and prepared to give Doug’s now visibly quivering arse its first stroke, he was totally unaware of the fact that the normal punishment cane, used, in the past, on the bare arses generations of public school boy, was made from flexible rattan, rather than rigid bamboo. Such dedicated canes were now generally unavailable, except at exaggeratedly high prices, from several internet sites, specialising in discipline, especially administered to their male clients by females, who styled themselves as dominatrixes. There is still there is still a surprisingly high demand for such services; so Doug was not, by any means alone in enjoying the pain of having his bare arse beaten.
Having committed himself to performing an act, which he initially found abhorrent, Gheorghe did not stint on the vigour that he put into the task of beating Doug’s naked arse. As the first stroke landed across the crown of Doug’s naked buttocks, with a sound like that of the crack of pistol shot, Doug let out a sigh of satisfaction, as if warmly shaking the hand of an old friend, whom he had not seen for several years.
As Gheorghe gazed down at Doug’s buttocks and saw the devastating result that one stroke of the cane had wrought: two raised welts, like tram-tracks, one each side of a livid furrow, which was already turning from scarlet to crimson, streaked with purple, he suddenly had his own Damascene conversion, which change his view and enabled him to reconcile his conscience with what he was doing. Gheorghe had finally realised that he was not beating Doug to punish him, but because he, as his lover, had requested him so to do.. He was, in fact, doing Doug a great favour in beating him.
This realisation had freed Gheorghe mentally from feeling guilty for his actions. He now had to admit that he would be lying to himself if he denied his true feelings that he now found he was going personally to enjoy the sexual arousal, which he could now see would inevitably accompany his beating of Doug’s arse. Based on that one stroke, Gheorghe now recognised that in agreeing to Doug’s suggestion that he beat him, he had let the genie out of the bottle, and that there was now no way of getting it back in there. With that first stroke, he had discovered a sadistic side to his character, which he had not, hitherto, known existed and he would, henceforth, have to live with that fact that he loved caning his lover’s naked arse.
His cock, that totally uncontrollable piece of flesh between his legs, which never, ever lies to its master, confirmed, by its rigid erectness and by exuding the first drops of precum, what Gheorghe knew to be true. It was ready to play ball and was urging him, if urging was indeed necessary, to get on and beat Doug’s arse and thereafter satisfy its needs by fucking Doug hard and bringing them both to that so rarely-achieved, but glorious, apotheosis to the act of anal copulation between two males: the simultaneous orgasm.
Gheorghe was encouraged in his task of beating of Doug’s buttocks, by continuous exhortation from his victim, not to hold back and to lay on, as hard as he could ,the twelve strokes of the cane, for that was the number they had agreed. Gheorghe was amazed at his own accuracy, as stroke followed stroke, each strictly parallel to the other, running from the bottom of Doug’s back to the crease at top of his legs. By the time Gheorghe he had finished caning Doug’s arse, it was truly worthy of the epithet, superbly-well-beaten; a surprising result, in view of the fact that this was Gheorghe’s first venture into the not-so gentle -art of flagellation.
Twelve, picture-perfect livid stripes, each separated from the other by two raised welts, had left Doug’s arse looking like corrugated paper. Gheorghe looked down at his cock, which was hard as rock and sticking vulgarly straight out, like a cannon primed for action, As if to indicate its readiness to play its part in the final act of this drama; it was already liberally exuding drops of precum, confirming to Gheorghe that he was, like most men, automatically sexually aroused by corporal punishment, even more so, as he knew it was a prelude to sex.
As he prepared to penetrate Doug’s anus in what he considered would be the most important sexual act of their relationship to date, Gheorghe realised that he himself was already sexually so aroused by what he had just done that he would have to steel himself not to allow his cock the gratification of an immediate of an orgasm, which both he and it were craving. He knew that if he abandoned Doug, leaving him personally unsatisfied, he would risk wrecking their relationship, which was going great guns, ever since that day when he had lost control of himself and had first grabbed Doug in the water. So it became almost mandatory that he should now thoroughly fuck Doug through to orgasm at the same time as himself, or face what might well be the sexual equivalent of bankruptcy.
If anyone had told him that he would find himself teetering on the brink of climaxing, without ever having touched his cock, he would have told them that they were stark, raving mad. But that is exactly that state in which the act of beating Doug’s arse had left him. Never before having been exposed to the strong relationship between corporal punishment and sex, he had taken a step into the unknown, when he had agreed – reluctantly, it must be said – to beat Doug’s arse. Well, now he knew the consequences of his agreement; he had thoroughly enjoyed beating the hell out of Doug’s arse; at the drop of a hat, he would be only too willing to do it again, in view of the agreeable sexual arousal he had experienced in himself in wielding the cane and making Doug suffer.
As Gheorghe looked at the state, in which his activities with the cane had left Doug’s arse, he marvelled that anyone in such pain, as he imagined Doug to be, could even think of sex, let alone be eager to indulge in sex. And yet, here was Doug raring to go, urging him on; and in no uncertain terms either. Gheorghe knew that given his own, present state of high, sexual arousal, which had, frankly, surprised him, that it would be a tall order for him to penetrate and continue to fuck Doug long enough to take him too, through to his orgasm. What he feared would happen, given the sexually aroused state in which found himself, was that having penetrated Doug. after only two or three thrusts with his cock, he would not be able to top himself from climaxing, He would then immediately have to dump his load deep inside of his partner, and then be forced to withdraw, leaving Doug to jerk himself off to satisfaction under his own steam by using his own five-fingered lover.
However, in spite of this unsatisfactory potential outcome, Gheorghe felt it was his duty to try please Doug, before admitting defeat: giving up the ghost and leaving his partner high and dry to jerk himself off and lament the loss of what he had clearly thought would have been the culmination of a uniquely splendiferous occasion: Doug would have attained his dream, which was to be beaten, and then immediately thereafter, be fucked through to orgasm;, by the very man, who had just beaten him. Itd was, for Doug a drem scenario With pleasing Doug foremost in his mind, but, also nevertheless, needing to satisfy his own sexual needs, which had been honed to the finest of a fine edge by his beating activity of Doug’s arse, Gheorghe now lubricated up his formidable looking cannon, paused for a moment to survey the battle field, in which it would shortly be required to engage. At heart, a sensitive and generous soul, Gehorghe was acutely aware of the fact that sex should always be a two-way affair, to be enjoyed equally by both parties. He now had to decide on a strategy, which would fulfil two conflicting aims: not to leave Doug, in the lurch, completely sexually unsatisfied, whilst at the same time gratifying himself; he knew that he had essentially to square the circle!
Given that his cock had excelled itself, proclaiming its readiness to fuck, by rising exceptionally to a magnificent eight inches of rock-hard flesh, already on the point of orgasm, exuding pre-cum, as if there were to be no tomorrow, Gehorghe knew that he was facing an apparently impossible task. He was aware of the extreme pain he had given to Doug by the beating of his bare arse, in which and he had been unrelentingly brutal. Faced now with fucking Doug, which he was dying to do, Gheorghe could not bring himself to inflict additional pain on his arse by using his normal technique: long strokes of his cock, thrust to the hilt into Doug’s anus, and, on each forward stroke, bottoming forcefully his pelvis against his partner’s arse.
So Gheorghe, made the misconceived decision that he would thrust his impressive erection into Doug’s anus, but stop just short of bottoming his pelvis against Doug’s buttocks. He hoped, thereby, to spare Doug the pain of having his arse, which was already in agony, again battered repeatedly during an act that, in principle should be agreeable to both parties. It was then Gheorghe’s intention completely to withdraw his massive member from Doug’s fundamental orifice, to wait for a second or two, before thrusting himself back inside of his partner, at the maximum speed and with the maximum force he could muster. Gheorghe hoped that Doug would see that his modified approach to copulation was aimed at avoiding inflicting more pain on his partner’s already bruised arse.
What precisely Gheorghe hoped to achieve by this modified approach was unclear. It left unresolved the problem that Gheorghe had not the chance of a snowflake in hell, of bringing Doug to orgasm even by his modified copulative efforts. He was already so psyched up by his beating of Doug that he knew he would be on the point of climaxing himself, almost as soon as he penetrated Doug’s anus with the first thrust of his cock, Doug, a Yorkshireman born and bred, who did not mince his words, .enounced Gheorghe’s new approach as harebrained from the very start, as soon as he attempted it. The situation between the two of them had reached a stage, where it could never lead to a satisfactory conclusion for either participant. Doug expected the earth; but Gheorghe, that expert in gay sex, was, by force of circumstances beyond his control, unable to deliver it to him.
In spite of his extensive experience of gay sex, what Gheorghe had failed to appreciate, was that his own libido was also susceptible to the vagaries of emotion, He had also underestimated the importance of the follow through during the act of anal sex. The mating of the top’s pelvis with the bottom’s arse was a primordial factor in transmitting power to the act. However, with Doug still bent across the table over which he had been caned, clearly raring for action, eagerly waiting for his anal sphincters to be stretched by a substantial piece of man-meat, Gheorghe put his misguided plan into action.
It goes without saying that things went wrong from the start, as Gheorghe thrust his cock only partially into Doug’s anus, making no attempt to bottom his pelvis against his partner’s arse to avoid causing him additional pain. What Gheorghe had failed to realise, was that thrusting his cock only partially into his partner’s anus without fully bottoming it, the erotically arousing effect of that act was virtually nil for Doug; also, the pounding action of the top’s pelvis on his partner’s arse is an important component of the anal-sex act. Given Gehorghe’s own advanced state of sexual arousal, his worst nightmare, happened.
Gheorghe was unable to control himself and, to his deep embarrassment, on his second withdrawal stroke, he climaxed into one of the most intense orgasms of his life, and ejaculated his load of sticky semen, not as he had intended, deep inside of Doug, but partly over himself and partly over Doug’s arse and dangling genitalia. It was the sexual equivalent of a tram smash.
Doug was not insensitive to the situation, in which he had put his lover and sexual mentor, as he knew that he had been asking a lot of Gheorghe to beat him prior to having sex with him. He heaved himself up from table immediately after the disaster happened and took the shell-shocked, emotionally shattered Gheorghe in his arms, kissed him profoundly on his lips, saying to him that he himself was as much to blame as Gheorghe himself for what had gone so very badly wrong. Doug then led him to the bed, on which they snuggled up to each, as if they were basking in the aura of contentment after a successful sex session together, rather than commiserating with each other, over an occasion gone completely awry.
However, Gheorghe was not one to let, what had been a devastating setback to his pride, hold him back for long. Reassured by Doug’s gentle murmurings into his ear that things were all right between them, he had calmed down himself and had again regained enough of his self-confidence to exercise his belief in the principle, that you cannot keep a good man down for long, he felt he was ready to restore his self esteem, by making another assault on Doug’s anus. His cock, which knew that it had been the prime mover in a miscalculation and had blown things the last time that it had seen action, had wilted from its former over-confident self and become docilely flaccid. However, now encouraged by its master’s obvious change of heart, it suddenly took on a new lease on life and began to perk itself up in readiness for what it hoped would be a more successful excursion into Doug’s anus.
Gheorghe, who had been lying side-by-side with Doug in their joint reverie, suddenly pulled himself up onto his knees, hoisted an immediately compliant Doug’s legs over his shoulders, thereby giving his cock access to his partner’s anus. He again lubricated his cock, which by this time had again become completely erect, encouraged by its master’s obvious determination to make amends to Doug for the recent fiasco. Then, taking Doug’s permission for granted, without saying a word, Gheorghe thrust his iron-hard cannon, this time to the hilt, into his partner’s tight anal pucker and bottomed his pelvis against Doug’s cane striped arse.
That Gheorghe thereby caused Doug considerable pain was apparent, from the way he winced as Gheorghe grounded his cock deep inside him. However, Gheorghe had finally understood that Doug enjoyed both the pain of the cane and the additional pain which resulted from the subsequent battering his arse was taking from his lover’s cock.
Encouraged now, by Doug’s smile of approval for the additional pain he was inflicting on his partner’s arse, Gheorghe now threw caution to the winds, and fucked Doug like a madman.
After each downward thrust, he now withdrew his huge member completely from Doug’s anus, before, a second so later, plunging it back to the hilt, with the maximum speed and force he could muster. Somehow, as thrust it followed thrust, he managed to increase his power and speed until he was battering Doug’s arse, with a force such as he had not known himself to possess. Doug was in raptures at the brutal way in which he was being fucked and realised he was having what, for him personally, was the best fuck of his all-too-limited sex-life to date.
Gheorghe went on and on battering Doug’s arse, as if his own life depended upon erasing from Doug’s memory, as well as his own, the failure that he still felt, at his first aborted attempt, successfully to combine beating and subsequenly fucking his partner’s arse. Doug was meanwhile living through the most exhilarating sexual sensation he had ever experienced and was praying that Gheorghe’s cock battering would go on forever.
But all good things must end sometime; so when Gheorghe saw that his truly heroic efforts with his cock had brought Doug to within a hairsbreadth of orgasm, he withdrew his shaft completely from his partner’s anus, and held it dramatically in the air for a few seconds. With that longer than usual delay, he thereby signalled to Doug that he should prepare himself for, what they later both were to acknowledge was the mother of all joint climaxes bringing them both to that rarely attained conclusion to the fundamental act of gay coulatin: the simultaneous orgasm.
As they climaxed together, Gheorghe, pumped his load deep into Doug, which made him personally feel that by depositing his sperm inside his partner, after what had been for him, in spite of what had happened en route, a singularly satisfying and deeply moving fuck. Doug, whose cock was free of any engagement with his partner’s body, pumped his hefty load, partly over his own belly and partly, thanks to the force of his ejaculation, over Gheorghe’s chest.
Once they had each had each shared the breathtaking intoxication of the simultaneous orgasm, which had been produced purely by Gheorghe’s expertise in the art of gay, anal copulation. Doug, as a relative newcomer to gay sex, recognised that he had, by chance, had the enormous good luck, to have been thrown together with a man, who was a truly exceptional exponent of the art of gay sex at its best. Gheorghe it was, who had done all the creative hard-work to bring them to where they now were. In spite of his bravura performance, Gheorghe showed that he was human, by now collapsing exhausted on top of Doug. For a good half hour, they lay there in each other’s arms, dozing silently in the reverie, which, as is so often the case, is the conclusion to a very satisfying fuck between two frequent lovers, whether gay or heterosexual.
However, this was not to be the case today, as after a half hour’s necessary somnolence, which proved not be the end of, but merely the entr’act in what was to become a two-hour, quasi non-stop session of intense sex between the two them, It fell to Doug to extricate himself from beneath Gheorghe, who was still lying on top of him. Doug’s cock had again stiffened formidably, which signalled to Gheorghe that, for the first time, since he had fucked Doug at the bothy that his protégée had now developed sufficient confidence in his own ability to overcome his inherent shyness to sex, which had been the bane of his nonexistent sex-life, when they first met in that street in Neverley, just a few months ago.
Doug was determined not to disappoint Gheorghe by his performance, which began with a look at me moment, in which he ostentatiously and theatrically, as much for effect as out of necessity, applied lubricant to his formidably impressive, business-looking shaft. Once this vitally important step, to ensure a supremely comfortable fuck for both participants, had been accomplished, Doug asked Gheorghe, to turn over and lie on his back, it being his intention to fuck him in the mission position, and hopefully bring, both of them, uniquely by his efforts, to that holy grail of gay sexual sensations: the seldom-achieved, simultaneous orgasm. In fact, few gay couples, who fucked each other on a regular basis, knew that this, the summit of all gay sexual sensations, even existed.
As relative new-comer to the act of gay, anal copulation, Doug had already realised from his viewing of porn videos on the internet, just how difficult it was, for the average, run-of-the-mill, gay top, to bring even himself to orgasm, just by the act of fucking his bottom partner:, and finally to ejaculate his semen into this partner’s innermost depths. Doug knew that he was embarking on task, equivalent to climbing Mount Everest single handed. to think that he, a relative newcomer to gay-sex could bring both himself and Gheorghe to simultaneous orgasms.
But today, Doug was imbued with that spirit: nothing ventured, nothing gained. He desperately wanted to show Gheorghe that he was capable of bringing both of them to orgasm at the same time, using his cock alone, and deposit his own semen inside of Gheorghe, as Gheorghe had just done with him. He thought that he would, thereby, lift their relationship to the heights of sexual perfection undreamed of by the normal gay couple. He was conscious of the fact that even though he was regularly actively fucking Gheorghe that he had only once ever managed to bring Gheorghe to orgasm at the same time as he climaxed himself.
Doug had also learned, from his viewing of gay pornographic videos on the internet, that few, if indeed any, of the men playing the top role, in the often spectacularly gymnastic, copulation antics of anal sex, managed to bring even themselves to orgasm, simply by fucking their bottom. The top was normally obliged, at a certain point, to withdraw his shaft and assist himself to orgasm manually. That the top should be capable of bringing his bottom partner to orgasm, just by fucking him, was for the birds; it just did not happen. And so the two of them were usually obliged – or chose – to jerk themselves off manually – to perform what amounted to an act of joint masturbation – to complete their so-called act of union.
This, in the mind of the incurably romantic Doug, was completely wrong. What he wanted was the sexual union between Gheorghe and him, no matter, who was playing what role, to parallel that of the union between a man and a woman in love. The top – the man – fucked the bottom – the woman – and brought them both to orgasm at the same time; simultaneously depositing his semen deep inside the woman, where it could ultimately serve its intended physiological purpose. Doug understood that a woman’s vagina was designed by nature to be pierced by a male’s penis, as part of the normal reproductive cycle, whereas the male anus was definitely not.
He had also read that many women were completely unfulfilled in their sex lives with their male partners, who frequently, having shot their load, withdrew themselves and left their female partner without that much desired orgasm He was also conscious of the enormous effort Gheorghe had several times made to induce an orgasm in him. Precisely what a female experienced when brought to orgasm by her male partner, Doug had no idea. But if it was anything approaching the feeling he had had which Gheorghe had induced in him, it must have been very desirable for the woman and he could see why they felt disappointed.
The simple fact of the matter seemed to Doug to be that, even in regular vaginal intercourse, considerable effort by man was required to bring his female partner to her orgasm. Whereas he himself satisfied his own needs relatively quickly, he often could not be bothered to continue to satisfy the emotional needs of his female partner. This in Doug’s eyes, reduced every union tot the equivalent of rape. Never was a truer word ssid by an unknown savant, than: begin not thy marriage with a rape. This is precisely how Doug felt about his relationship with Gheorghe. He, quite naively, wanted them both to be satisfied every time they fucked each other: a laudable aspiration, but one which was easier said than done.
He reflected on what was his superficial knowledge of sex between two males had taught him so far, in what was his neonatal sex-life as a practising gay man. He had already deduced from his own limited personal experience, that the male rectum, appropriated by gay men as replacement for the female vagina in gay sexual intercourse, was not physiologically intended for that purpose. It, therefore, seemed pie in the sky to Doug, to think that it could replace the female vagina as the vehicle for that ultimate sensation of sex for the guy playing the bottom role, the orgasm.
The simple fact of the matter was that if two gay men wanted to emulate the sensation for the orgasm, experienced simultaneously by both the man and the woman, when they climaxed together, required supreme hard work by the man playing the role of top. The rectum, which was appropriated in gay sex as an ersatz vagina,, was not intended for the purpose for which it was being used, Also, the orgasm induced by the top’s effort with his cock on the bottom’s rectum, manifested itself in the normal way, by ejaculation of semen from the bottom’s penis and an orgasmic sensation in the bottom’s sexual anatomy; mirroring, in a highly intensified manner, the same sensations as induced by manual masturbation.
It seemed obvious to Doug that it was for this reason that the vast majority of acts of anal gay-sex degenerated into joint masturbation sessions, with the result that when the partners reached the desired orgasm, they ejaculated their semen into thin air.
Doug had, therefore, decided that before he tried to emulate, Gheorghe’s tour de force, and bring him to orgasm, just by fucking him, a little preconditioning of his partner prior to penetrating him, was needed, if he was to have a cat in hell’s chance of being successful. With Gehorghe already flat on his back on the bed, Doug separated his partner’s legs, knelt between them and took the cockhead of Gheorghe’s already semi-erect, phallic shaft into his mouth. He then proceeded sexually to arouse Gheorghe, by skilfully licking and sucking at his cock and balls, until he judged he had brought him to the very edge of orgasm. Only then did Doug raise Gehorghe’s legs and hold them there, and thrust his already pre-lubricated cock into his partner’s expectant anus.
Doug, ever the fast learner, then adopted Gheorghe’s technique of fucking, using long strokes of his cock, at ever increasing speed and power, as he attempted to emulate Gheorghe’s achievement and fuck both his partner and himself through to simultaneous orgasms. Gheorghe, like the expert bottom at gay sex he truly was – not to imply that he was not also an expert cocksman, which he indeed also was – aided Doug’s cock in its quest for that seldom-found, ultimate, eureka moment of anal copulation, by flexing his anal sphincter muscles and gripping Doug’s cock firmly, for the whole time, until they both climaxed together, when Doug collapsed on top of Gheorghe in a thrusting flurry of their joint ejaculations of copious quantities of viscous, sticky semen.
Doug was able to deposit his own load deep inside of Gheorghe, thereby doing his best to contribute to Gheorghe’s belief that the mutual depositing of his semen inside his sex-partner, would, in some mysterious way, draw the two performers spiritually closer together. Even though Doug was an out-and-out romantic and loved the sensation, not to mention the satisfaction of having fucked Gheorghe through to his climax and had himself climaxed and deposited his own entire load of semen in the innermost depths of his partner, he did not subscribe to Gheorghe’s theory that the mutual deposition of the sperm of one partner deep inside the other, contributed, in any way, to the spiritual bond between them.
Let us be clear that when one speaks about simultaneous orgasms in the top and bottom partners induced by any gay act of anal copulation, Only on the rarest of occasions does the top partner succeed, in the way Gheorghe regularly did and Doug just did, to bring his bottom partner to orgasm by the sole use of his cock. Usually what happens is that the top withdraws his cock from the bottom’s anus, having failed totally to bring either of them to a climax. They then both jerk themselves off manually to orgasm, thereby having laboured for not much reward. But then most men accept this as the norm and are ignorant of what they are missing.
However, the orgasm of the bottom partner, on the rare occasions that it occurs, although induced by the efforts of his top partner’s cock, manifests itself, in the usual way, by the explosive ejaculation of the bottom’s semen from his cock, accompanied by the most unimaginably intense, indescribably exquisite feelings of orgasm. Every man, experiencing it for first time, should go down on his knees before his top partner, for the supreme physical effort he has just made on his behalf.
In spite of the difficulties outlined above, thanks to Doug’s intensive oral pre-conditioning of Gheorghe’s cock, when Doug penetrated him he was able relatively quickly to bring them both to a climax together. When the climaxes finally arrived, that experienced by Gheorghe, was the most intense that he had ever experienced in his entire life to date. At that precise moment, he just felt that fate had brought them together and that Doug and he were destined to remain together. He had fallen, hook, line and sinker, in love with Doug, as yet undeclared in words. He just knew that Doug was the man, with whom he wanted to spend the rest of his life. He only hoped that Doug felt the same way about him.
In the two hours after the above incident, their still unspoken feelings for each other were made abundantly clear by their actions. Following Doug’s great success, after a fifteen minutes reverie in each other’s arms, in which they smothered each other’s lips in true, loving kisses, they continued, for two more hours, mutually exploring and exploiting the sexual delights offered by the genitalia of their two muscular young bodies.
They turned completely on its head, the well-known maxim, attributed to Galen (129-216 CE), a Greek physician and philosopher, working in Rome: post coitum omne animal triste est, præter mulierem gallumque, which translated into English reads strangely: every animal is sad after coitus, except the human female and the rooster. To say that they were sad after their numerous bouts of intense anal copulation, which they had both enjoyed enormously, would have been a barefaced lie.
CHAPTER 10
Doug still kept secret from his father and grandmother, his love for Gehorghe, which had graduated from intense sexual attraction, from the moment they commenced physical relations with each other, into a truly deep, love affair. They both now declared their undying love for the other and their commitment to spending the rest of their lives together; and they meant it! However, Doug, as ever, was hampered by his timidity, and reluctant to break the news to his father and grandmother: that their only hope for continuation of the Suggett name was a homosexual and as such, he would never marry a woman and father any offspring.
Gheorghe was much more down to earth than Doug, his only sex partner at the moment. So much in love with each other had Doug and he become, that he had come to consider himself and Doug as an indivisible item; for that is truly what they had become in an amazing short space of time. They were now so close that Gheorghe could never imagine himself ever parting from Doug. Not surprisingly, his view was that Doug should bite the bullet now, and tell his father and Grandmother about the two of them and come clean about his sexuality and of their relationship with each other.
Gheorghe said to Doug: “It will probably come as great shock to them that their son and grandson, is a practising homosexual who wants to spend his life living and sleeping with a man, who is a foreigner and whom he has just set on as farmhand. But, sooner or later, they will have to face facts and accept you for who you are and not what they would like you to be. No amount of wishful thinking, on their part, will make you, or for that matter me, change. They will just have to accept you and me as we are; and once they become accustomed to the fact, they will; because, at end of the day, affectionately unemotional as the older generations of Yorkshire folk are, deep down, they both love you and would not wish to lose you; you, Douglas Suggett are your own secret weapon, in that you are all that they have got.” “Sooner or later it will have to come out,” Gheorghe said, “And everyone will know that there are two gay men living openly together in the area. There is no law against what we propose to do and it will be much better than the present arrangement of you coming clandestinely my bed late at night and the being obliged to sneak surreptitiously back to your own room, in the early hours. We are what we are, and I am not ashamed that I am gay and neither should you be. We shall have the prejudice of country folk, to contend with, but as far as I am concerned, they can either accept us for what we are, or they can lump it; it is totally up to them. We are, after all, already in the third decade of the 21st century.” Gheorghe went on and on for several days, with his pleas for openness, until he finally convinced Doug that he was right. However, what he finally wrung from Doug was a promise to tell his father and grandmother about them and their plans together. This great revelation was supposed to take place during Sunday lunch, at which Gheorghe would be present – he took all his meals with the three Suggetts – to provide moral support for Doug.
However in the words of the Scottish Poet Robert Burns: the best laid plans of mice and men oft go awry. In fact, an incident occurred before then, which undermined Doug’s proposed plan to lay his cards on the table concerning the relationship between himself and Gheorghe. In fact, Gheorghe had, in a quite justifiable rage, quit his job the Suggett farm and was long gone by the time Sunday arrived.
What happened was that Doug had taken Gheorghe to the local pub for a drink, in order to give them both some social life with other people. Gehorghe had a pleasant gregarious sort of nature and got on well with people whom he had just met. As such he was immediately at ease with and accepted by the crowd of mainly youngish men, farmhands like him, at the bar. In addition to the usual drinking crowd, mostly men, Doug noticed a strikingly handsome young man, whom he had never seen in the pub before. As this new man was engaged in conversation with another group at the bar, Doug and he just exchanged glances and did not speak to each other. As the evening progressed, Doug noticed that the newcomer’s eyes were focused on him, every time he happened to glance in his direction.
Eventually, Doug, as is often the case with men drinking in pub, had to had, what in polite language is often referred to as to answer a call of nature, more colloquially called to go for a piss. And so he descended to the men’s bog, which was in the basement, leaving Gheorghe deep in conversation the bar.
To refer to what is normally called The Gents, as a bog, was to ignore the investment the pub owner had recently made in modernising the men’s lavatory facilities. Instead of the stinking hole, one so often finds in English pubs, the men’s room, as our American cousins, with their normal aversion to calling a spade a spade, the men’s lavatory, wasa state-of the art: a modern, tiled place free of the of the usually all-pervading odour of stale urine.
The place was deserted when Doug arrived. So he fished his cock out of his pants, and stood there peeing into one of a row of urinals on one wall. He was immediately joined by the young man, who had been eying him all evening at the bar and who had followed him downstairs. Without any semblance privacy and the social graces which are normal in such places, the man came and stood at the urinal next to the one which Doug was using. He turned his head towards Doug, said: “Good evening.” whilst gazing directly at Doug’s cock.. Then, standing well back from the urinal, thereby ensuring that Doug, his one-man, captive audience, had good view, he ostentatiously fished out of his pants, the biggest, semi-erect cock Doug had ever seen and proceeded to pee alongside him. His unspoken message was quite clear, he did not have to put into words that he wanted to have sex with Doug.
They both finished urinating, more or less at the same time. Doug put his cock back into his trousers, zipped up his fly and prepared to leave to go back upstairs to the bar. The other guy, clearly had different ideas, for he did not put his enormous semi-erect member away, but sauntered across to one of the cubicles on the opposite wall, flaunting his impressive piece of man-meat suggestively in front of Doug, who was mesmerised by the sight. Without saying a word, with a slight movement of his head, he motioned Doug to follow him, which Doug like an innocent lamb led to the slaughter, foolishly did. In the cubicle, the man did not close the door, but dropped his pants to reveal his entire, impressive sex kit to Doug. Doug could not help himself, as he was fascinated, almost hypnotised, by the sheer size of his partner’s endowment – the word partner is appropriate, for they were about to have sex together.
Doug stood in front of his partner, whose name he did not know and to whom he had not said a single word, not even to acknowledge the man’s good evening, when he had chosen to stand directly next to Doug to urinate. His partner was not slow in making it clear to Doug what he wanted, as he put his hands on Doug’s shoulder and gently pushed him to his knees. He then face-fucked Doug for a few moments, slapping his face with his semi-erect penis, before forcing Doug’s lips apart and obliging him to take his enormous, circumcised cockhead, already exuding large drops of precum, into his mouth. And that is how they were, when Gheorghe came onto the scene, to find Doug, the man he truly loved and who, he had thought until now, truly loved him, engaged a act of fellatio with an unknown stranger.
Gheorghe had become concerned that Doug was taking so long to accomplish the simple act of relieving the pressure on his bladder, that he had thought something must be wrong; that Doug had an accident and was in need of help. He, as Doug’s lover, was concerned for his partner’s welfare and, had, therefore, descended to the basement to find Doug and to see why he was taking so long. Never, in a month of Sundays, had he expected to find Doug, his lover and, at present, his only sex partner, with his mouth around the cock of a completely unknown stranger, in lavatory cubicle, of the local pub. That Gheorghe was horror stricken, by Doug’s behaviour, was to say the very least.
In 1964, the then British Prime Minister, Harold Wilson, made the observation that: a week is long time in politics. The Prime Minister did not specify whether he was referring to the working week of five days or to full week of seven days. Well, Gheorghe, on catching Doug in flagrante delicto, having sex with with an unknown man, did not require more than five seconds to make his feelings known. He immediately exploded in extreme rage, accusing Doug of destroying their relationship, which he obviously had held sacred, at the first opportunity, which had come along, There is an expression: hell hath no fury like a woman scorned (in love). Well for the next few minutes, Doug was made aware that Gheorghe considered it equally applicable to himself. As the scorned lover in their gay relationship,. Gheorghe spared Doug nothing as he raged on and on with his excoriating invective, cursing Doug in every which way and painting him as black as the devil, for this, this, his one and only deviation from what Gheorghe clearly considered as the true path. If ever Doug had wanted confirmation of the deep love Gheorghe felt for him, this was it. However, it ended for Doug in the greatest apparent disaster of his life, when Gheorghe said: “Well, I thought mistakenly, as I now see, that you and I had reached an understanding, and that we were an item; but I now see that I was wroing. As you will never see me again, I wish you goodbye and much pleasure with your new lover.” And with that, he left.
Why apparent and not total disaster? To be provoked into such an acrimonious, aggrieved, choleric outburst, Gheorghe showed how his true feelings towards Doug, whom he had caught being unfaithful to him with a total stranger, had been cut to the quick by Doug’s unthinkingly tempestuous action. Gheorghe had hitherto thought of Doug as the man of his dreams, with whom he was ready to commit to spend the rest of his life: a feeling that had never had with any of the men, with whom he had had sex before meeting Doug. He called Doug every pejorative name he could think of – and he had a large vocabulary – before leaving abruptly in extreme anger.
The man, to whom Doug had not addressed a single word and whose name he did not even know, on hearing the verbal onslaught from Gheorghe, decided that his best plan was to cede victory to the man, who obviously loved Doug deeply, and to cut and run. He immediately withdrew his cock from Doug’s mouth and made himself scarce. Doug was never to see him again, as he was clearly a bird of passage through the neighbourhood. To say that Doug was shattered would be the understatement of the century. Subsequent to Gheorghe’s abrupt departure, he tried to tell himself that tomorrow was another day and that back the farm, when Gehorghe had cooled down, he would sort things out with him and humbly apologise to him for his momentary lapse. But he already knew in his heart of hearts that he was deluding himself.
Next morning, back at the farm, when Gehorghe did not present himself at the breakfast table as usual, Doug knew that, due to his behaviour at the pub the previous evening, he had blown it with Gheorghe. Doug passed Gehorghe’s absence off to his father and grandmother as being due to an argument about his wages he had had with him, in the pub yesterday evening, after which Gheorghe had stormed off inn high dudgeon. “Don’t worry,” he told his grandmother, “Gheorghe will eventually be back.” But, he knew, from the knowing look his grandmother gave him that she had divined that what he had told her was not true.
Immediately after breakfast, Doug went across to Gheorghe’s place in the barn, to confirm, to his dismay that his worst suspicions were true; Gheorghe had, in fact, taken all his things and left, apparently definitively, never to return. How Gheorghe had got back to the farm from the pub, which was quite a hike on foot, or how he had left the farm, which was quite isolated, without personal transport, was unclear to Doug; but somehow he had. Where he was heading was also mystery, for he had left no note; he had just collected his possessions and left.
For the next month Doug persisted with pretence to his father and grandmother that Gheorghe would one day return. In the meantime he ran the farm with the assistance of James Biggens, his only other employee. As the month following Gheorghe’s disappearance progressed, Doug became more and more depressed by the absence from his life of the man, whom he most dearly loved: the only man, with whom he had ever had serious sex; and very man who had taught him all he knew about gay sex. God, how he missed Gheorghe.. He vented his bad temper on James Biggens, on account of his dissatisfaction with his own daily life, treating the lad as his verbal whipping toy..
Finally one month after that fatal evening at the pub, where Doug had strayed from the straight and narrow path of faithfulness to Gheorghe and had been caught by him, in flagrante, with the cock of an unknown stranger in his mouth, he had become so overwrought, despondent and bad-tempered with anyone who spoke to him, that he was at his wit’s end. He had to finally admit to himself, if to no one else, that in all probability he he seen the last of Gheorghe and that he was not coming back. He realised the negative impact on his daily life that his – and his alone – stupid action had brought down on his head and was completely depressed at the thought of living his life without Gheorghe. Absence, it is said makes the heart grow fonder; and that was certainly the case with Doug; he was so in love with Gheorghe that he could barely contemplate to think of a life without him.
It had not escaped his grandmother that since Gheorghe had left, Doug had been like a bear with a sore head to everyone, including her. Doug had passed off Gheorghe’s leaving so abruptly, as due to a tiff between the two of them over his pay and had assured his father and grandmother that he would soon be back. But his grandmother, a wily old bird, reading between the lines, had decided that there was more to it than that.
So one evening after supper, when his father had retired for the night to his room, as had become his habit since his stroke, Doug’s grandmother said to him: “Douglas!” She always addressed her grandson by his name in full, never as Doug, as most other people did: “I think it is about time that you told your father and me – well me, at least – the real reason for Gheorghe’s abrupt departure. It was not because of a dispute over his level of pay, was it? My nose, which is seldom wrong, tells me that it goes much deeper than that. I think you should tell me the whole story.” Doug gulped and went went hot and cold all over. The moment of truth he had dreaded was upon him; he would now be obliged to reveal his innermost secrets to the person, whom, after Gheorghe, he loved the most in the world. “What exactly you want to know grandma?” He received the following reply, which shocked him to the core, as he realised, for the first time, how much his grandmother knew about him personally and his intimate relationship with Gheorghe.
“I want to know exactly why Gheorghe left without saying goodbye to your father and me.” His grandmother said for openers: “In case you are unaware of the fact, I really really like Gheorghe myself. He had a certain old-world charm about him. And even your father liked him; in as much as he ever likes any foreigner. After the months Gheorghe had spent working with you, and eating with the three of us, I had almost come to see him as a permanent addition to the family; which view was reinforced by the fact that after your joint wall-repairing expedition to the the high pasture, you and he had become as thick as thieves together and were practically inseparable.” “I know it is difficult, if not to say embarrassing to talk to someone as old as me, your grandmother, and as near to each other as we are, about your sexuality. However, I think that the time has come for some plain speaking, now that you are the de facto head of the family, due to your father’s illness and having come into your inheritance from your mother, as outright owner of the farm. It is my belief that Gheorghe left, because of some serious tiff between the two of you about sex.” “Douglas, you cannot have reached the age of twenty-one and be naïve enough still to believe that I did not know that you are a homosexual. I think that the current expression to describe men like you. is to say that he is gay, which has, thank goodness, replaced that horrible expression; he is a pervert. I have known since you were about fourteen years old, possibly longer than you yourself have, that you were potentially gay.” “The signs were already there, for anyone with eyes to see them. What few friends you had were always male. Living somewhat isolated from regular daily life as we do, stuck on this farm, with no immediate neighbours, to the best of my recollection you never ever invited a girl to the farm; you only ever showed interest in other boys. However, you never idolised one particular boy, in the way most male teenagers idolise their hero of the moment; and you never had anyone, whom you could call my best friend; that is until a few months ago when you took Gheorghe on as a farmhand, who, in my view, has bx become your best friend; and probably a lot more than just a friend.” “From the way, in which you stood your ground against the resistance of your father to Gheorghe taking his meals at the same table as the three of us, I knew, from the start, that you already saw him as someone special. However, when you both came back so radiant from your wall-repairing expedition, I suspected that you had fallen in love with each other, which was confirmed when I observed that you were sneaking surreptitiously out of your room to visit Gheorghe in the middle of the night. I thanked God that you had finally found someone, with whom, I suppose, you could have a satisfactory sexual relationship, for every young man of your age requires frequent sex.” “I wish that things could be different and that you had taken up with some woman or other. For an old fashioned, traditional country woman of my age, it is a bitter pill to swallow that her only grandson is a practising homosexual; but swallow it I have, as I have known, for years that the day would arrive when you would finally meet the man of your dreams and I had already accepted it as something I could never change; nor having met Gheorghe, would I want to; for that young man has become as dear to me, as if he were second grandson; as I suspect he has become to you too. Now I want to know what has gone wrong between Gheorghe and you to make him go off in a huff.” Doug had listened to his grandmother in partially embarrassed, partially amazed silence. He knew that every word she had said was true. In a word; in fact she had summed him up to a tee. He was flabbergasted by the perception she had had of his future sexual orientation, even before he had recognised himself that he was homosexual and that his future life would probably involve another man. He was relieved that she did not condemn what he and Gheorghe had already done together, as he was sure is father would have done. His behaviour seemed not to have fazed her in the slightest; she had already accepted him for what he was: a practising homosexual, as she was wise enough to know that she could never change him. So far so far so good; but now came the thorny question, which he had to answer: why had it gone so suddenly wrong with Gheorghe?
He had passed off Gheorghe’s leaving so abruptly, as due to a tiff between the two of them over his pay; but he knew that would no longer wash with his grandmother. But he could not bring himself to tell her that Gheorghe had found him sucking the cock of total stranger in the men’s lavatory of the local pub. So, he decided to tell her an expurgated version of the truth about his sexual misdemeanour, beginning: “Grandma, you remember how the evening before Gheorghe upped and left, without saying a word to anyone, that we had gone to the pub together for a bit of social life. Well, a young stranger the bar had been eyeing me all evening. I had to answer a call of nature, a quite frequent occurrence in such establishments, leaving Gheorghe at the bar, deep in conversation with another drinker, after motioning to him that I was going to the gents….” When, to Doug’s extreme relief, his grandmother, with her considerable foresight, interrupted him and said: “And the stranger at the bar, who had been eyeing you all evening, followed you into the lavatory, where Gheorghe found you with him, in what is politely put as a compromising situation.” Doug heaved an inward sigh of relief at the acuity of his grandmother; “Grandma you see things so clearly, for that is exactly what happened. Gheorghe was curious to see why I was taking so long and came to the toilet to see if I was all right and caught us in the act, as the saying goes, The moment he saw us, he exploded with rage, calling me unfaithful to him, and accusing me of having the morals of an alley cat. He then went on with his invective against me, really putting me verbally through the wringer. He called me every name under the sun, before storming off in high dudgeon; and that is the last time I saw him. I have no idea of how he got back to the farm, which is a hike of at least three miles from the village pub.” “Next morning, when he did not appear for breakfast, I went to his room in the barn, to find he had taken all his things and gone; where and when and by what means, I have no idea. And so, I invented the story about a tiff, between us, concerning his pay, to explain his departure. Since he stormed out of the pub, after the incident, I have neither seen him, nor heard a single word from him; I have no idea where he is right now, or what he is doing.” “Grandma, I confess to you that I have been utterly miserable since Gheorghe left. I miss him so much and now regret that I gave into sexual temptation with a complete stranger, who must have been a bird of passage, as I have not seen him again since that catastrophic incident in the pub. If I could now undo what I did with him, I would do so, but I know that I cannot. Oh grandma. I do so wish that Gheorghe would come back. I know now that his arrival in my life was the single best thing that ever happened to me; and I threw it all away, due to one stupid act. Grandma, I am so completely miserable right now; what can I do?” His grandma had listened to his mea culpa confession in silence and now answered his last question by saying: “Douglas, I can tell you right now for starters, that you should stop crying over spilt milk and feeling sorry for yourself, which is entirely your own fault and look to the future. The past is the past and you must learn to live with it, as like the Ten Commandments, it is already, figuratively, carved in tablets of stone. You may be able to interpret the past, but you cannot change it. However, by your future actions you can influence what might happen in the future and mitigwt your failing in the past,.” “Now, if you are sure, Douglas, that you really love Gheorghe and cannot live your life without him, I suggest you go to him, eat a good portion of humble pie, and attempt to excuse yourself for your unfaithfulness to him. From the way you tell me he blew up when he found you with another man. I am as sure as anyone can be, in affairs of the heart, that he is still as deeply in love with you. as you claim you are with him. You have sorely hurt him, and it is for you to apologise for what was a momentary aberration on your part in the pub and try to convince him that it will never happen again.” “Grandma, you have given me at least a ray of hope, whereas I saw only continued misery for my future life. I really do love Gheorghe; it is not just a crush I have on him, as most teenagers get on a girl, which fades rapidly with time; this is the real thing. I can tell you that this last month I have been through hell without him. I would do anything to put things right between us and to get him to come back. We were both so happy together, before I made my one only mistake.” “You see grandma, Gheorghe is the man who introduced me to sex: he is the only man, with whom I have ever had sex, until that incident in the pub. This last month I have been through absolute hell without Gheorghe. But how am I going to make my peace with him, as I have not the faintest idea where he is right now?” Doug collapsed embracing his grandmother, sobbing, in abject misery, with tears running down his cheeks. At that moment it seemed to him that his world had ended. His grandmother disengaged herself from his arms, went across to the mantelpiece, where from behind the clock, she produced a postcard, which she handed to Doug, saying: “This arrived in this morning, from Gheorghe addressed to me. But if you read it, I think that the message is aimed at you. My reading of what he says is that he is missing you as much as you are missing him and he would welcome a visit from you and reconciliation.” This was an imaginatively positive interpretation of the message on the postcard, for what Gheorghe had actually said was:
Dear Mrs Suggett,
After a series of short term jobs, I have now found employment until Christmas, on a turkey farm, in a village called Slinton, about two miles from Hexham in Northumberland. If anyone wants to contact me, I shall be working and staying at the address below, until the New Year Taylor’s Turkeys
Slinton
near Hexham
Northumberland.
Kind regards
Gheorghe Olarescu.
Without asking Doug what he thought about the message from Gheorghe, his grandmother launched into her interpretation of the purpose behind the message. You will notice, Douglas, he has not given either postal code or the telephone number of the farm at which he is presently working and living. Nor has he reminded you of the number of his own portable telephone, which I know he has. He has sent the message here to the farm, where the only person who could possibly want to contact him is you, Douglas. Putting all these things together, he wants neither a letter of apology from you nor a grovelling telephone conversation with you. He wants to see you in the flesh. If you really love him, Douglas, and want him back, I suggest that you immediately drop your farm work here and go up north to see him, leaving things to your father and Jim Biggens. The farm will survive a few days without you.” “I shudder to think what dad will say when he learns that I am the way that I am; he’ll hit the roof.”
“Leave your father to me Douglas; he’ll have to learn to accept you for what you are, rather than what he wants you to be. I wish things were different with you and that you were normal; but I am old enough to see that what anyone like me considers abnormal behaviour, for men, like Gheorghe and you, it seems is quite normal. What matters in your life is that you at have found your true love in Gheorghe and will not have to face what life throws at you alone. Anyway, you are of age and master and owner of this farm and are free to do as you wish, provided it is within the law. You stood your ground against your father when it came to Gheorghe sitting at the same table as us to take his meals; and you saw that, after great deal of bluster, he acquiesced. Well, it will be the same when he learns that you and Gheorghe are, what I understand is now referred to as an item, and are living and sleeping together, for that is what I imagine you propose to do, if you can persuade Gheorghe to come back to you. After a great deal of brouhaha and hot air, your father will see things for what they are and not as he would like them to be; he will realise that he is powerless to change them and will accept them. I need not remind you that he is no longer your guardian and is now living under your roof and not you under his.” “What I would urge you to do, come what may and no matter how many noses you put out of joint, is that you ignore conventional, prejudiced opinion completely, and that you live openly with Gheorghe as same sex couple. Some dyed-in-the-wool, stick-in-the-mud people will be scandalised; but most of them will eventually come around and see the world for what it is: imperfect, but ever changing; change to which they must adapt unless they wish to become fossilised. The worst thing you could possibly do is to attempt to to keep secret your relationship, which will shock many conventional people to the core; at least by being honest about it, you can give people something factual to talk about rather than innuendo.” CHAPTER 11
Early next morning, Doug’s grandmother drove him to York Railway Station, where he took the 8:07 a.m. train to Newcastle, which arrived at 9:11 a.m. The only thing he took with him, apart from some cash and his credit card, was an overnight bag, into which, ever the optimist, he put a tube of anal lubricant. Arriving in Newcastle, he boarded the next train to Hexham, a 40 minute journey, where he arrived well before 11 o’clock. He then took a taxi to Taylor’s Turkey Farm, in the village of Slinton, some two miles from Hexham, arriving at his destination, well before midday.
During the train journey, to Newcastle, he had rehearsed, in his own mind what he would say to Gheorghe, for the first time they would have spoken to each other, since the incident, which had driven them apart, no over a month ago. But now that he had arrived at the turkey farm, he found that the self humbling, apologetic, emollient words he had rehearsed many times in the train, had gone from his head completely. He found himself trembling at the thought of meeting Gheorghe, as he had no longer any idea what he would say to him. He felt as if he had been thrown into the deep end of a swimming pool and did not know how to swim.
To compound his confusion, to his horror, he saw Gheorghe emerging from a barn. Gheorghe came towards him, his face black as thunder on seeing him. Doug need not have worried about what he had to say to Gheorghe for the later began immediately to berate him for having come to see him: “Why have you come here today? I have nothing more to say to you, beyond what I said at the time when I found you in the toilet at the pub, sucking the cock of a totally unknown stranger.” To say that he claimed he had nothing more to add to what he had said to Doug at the time, did not deter him from raking over the old coals yet again, which he did at great length and with great vehemence. Gheorghe had obviously been deeply hurt by Doug’s behaviour and listening to his vituperation, all of which was completely just, Doug realised that the incident still was still present every day at the front of Gheorghe’s mind, as it was with him too. Gheorghe finally calmed down and repeated his first question: “So tell me Doug, why have you come here today?” Doug simply said: “Because I love you deeply, Gheorghe, and I have been miserable without you. I want you to come back to me and together we will attempt to put things right between us: back to the way they were before my aberrative behaviour in the pub. Reading between the lines of what you have just said in your justifiable anger at me, I think that the thing, which has driven us apart, is festering away in your mind, in your every waking moment, as it is in mine too. Gheorghe, I think that deep down, underneath all of your anger, you, Gheorghe Olarescu, still love me as much as I still love you.
”I am very sorry that I let down in the pub and apologise profusely to you for my behaviour, which was inexcusable. I can assure that it was the first time that I tried to have sex with a man other than you. You Gheorghe are my first and only love who has taught me everything that I know about sex. You are the only man with whom I have ever had sex, apart from that incident in the pub, which I hope that we can put aside. I am so deeply in love with you, Gheorghe that I find to envisage life without you intolerable. However, if you feel that the rift between us is irreconcilable, in spite of my profound and sincere apology, let us at least part as friends and not as enemies for life.” To his immense relief, Gheorghe allowed, what Doug took as a glimmer of a smile, to replace the wrath-of-god scowl, which had adorned his face whilst he was venting his spleen for a second time on Doug, berating him for his infidelity towards him Then, the cloud hanging over their relationship suddenly disappeared and he became again the Gehorghe, with whom Doug had fallen head over heels in love, just a few months earlier, Doug almost jumped for joy, when Gheorghe said to him: “Would you like to see where I live in this place?” Doug followed Gheorghe into a building separate from the farmhouse, which, on entering, Doug saw that it had been furnished to accommodate the itinerant workers, mostly single young men from Eastern Europe, on whom the farm had depended. They entered directly into a large, sparsely furnished room, which obviously served as a common room – living, dining and kitchen – for the farm-workers. As it was still early, the present workers had not yet returned from their morning labours to make their midday meal. Gheorghe led Doug upstairs and opened a door, saying: “This is my room.” I am lucky, as I do not have to share with anyone else.” No sooner had the door close behind them, than Gheorghe, much to Doug’s delight pushed him onto his back on the bed and proceeded to tear off his clothes. He left Doug lying there, completely naked, whilst he stripped off all his own clothes, laid himself down on top of Doug, almost smothering his lips and face with his kisses,, only interrupting what he was doing to say: “Doug, in spite of what drove us apart, I have never stopped loving you. I had sex with many men, before we ever met; and I confess that I have not been faithful to you, since our separation, as I have had casual sex with number of men during your absence from my life.”
“Like most young men, straight or gay, I cannot live without having sex regularly with another human being: a man in my case. But I swear to you; having sex with you, either as the active or passive partner, is a totally different experience; because when we have sex together, not only do we perform the physical act of copulation with each other, which I know is important, but we also make love to each other, which makes all the difference. For me, having sex with you, is unlike having sex with any other man; and I can tell that there have been very many in my life prior to knowing you and quite few since our separation. The intensity of orgasms I have had with you, takes sex to a different, almost metaphysical level. Why do you think that when we copulate, no matter which of us is the active partner at the time, we have no difficulty in inducing a simultaneous orgasm, so minbendingly intense in each other? It is because we are meant for each other.” “Now that we are together again let’s make up for lost time. I have an hour for lunch, so we had better make the most of it, as Mr. Taylor, my present boss, is an absolute slave driver, who likes to get what he is paying for; he is very strict about temporary hands like me, swanning off and not working.” “But to turn to more agreeable matter than my skinflint boss, I confess that I am somewhat jealous of the unknown man, whose cock you were sucking when I caught you in the pub; so I suggest, if you are agreeable, that we renew our relationship, by you sucking me off, which, in my recollection, in all the times we have had sex together, you have only ever done once before. I am really looking for forward to renewing the sensuous feeling of my cock in your mouth, before you actually fuck me. God, Doug, how I have missed you since we split up So, just suck me off, Doug and then fuck me as hard as you can, as I just want to feel your cock inside of me again.” Of course, what began as a one-hour, lunchtime renewal of their sexual relationship went on until almost almost three o’clock in the afternoon. So eager were they both to make up for lost time, re-exploring the sexual delights offered by the other’s body, that they completely lost track of the passage of time, as they, revelled in the joys of fornication, as the words of the ditty, Cat on the Rooftops succinctly puts it. They were brought back to earth, with a sudden jolt, by the appearance of Mr. Taylor, who, with no warning, suddenly and dramatically flung open the door to Gheorghe’s room, to find Doug, in the mission position, grinding his cock into Gheorghe’s anus, just about to climax, for the second time that afternoon, and dump his load deep inside of Gheorghe.
To have found them fully dressed, swanning around, as he would have put it, at three in the afternoon, would have been enough for Mr. Taylor, a prominent and inflexible pillar of the local church, who had a fossilised view on life in general and a mistrust of all foreigners, on sight, whatever their country of origin, to have dismissed Gheorghe, as no-good layabout. But to come upon him in bed naked with a naked stranger on top of him, committing together, what was, in his eyes, an unspeakable act of sexual depravity, was too much for him to bear. And so he exploded in outrage, in much the same way as Doug’s father would have done, had he known that his son, Doug was already sleeping with Gheorghe, whom, in spite of his being a foreigner, he had grown quite to like.
On and on raged Mr. Taylor, until he had exhausted all the nasty epithets he knew; and for a religious man he had quite a surprising vocabulary to describe what he termed their disgusting behaviour. Finally, he concluded by telling Gheorghe to pack his thing and leave the farm, by five o’clock in the afternoon that very day, with one month’s wages in lieu of notice.” He then turned to Doug and said: “As for you, whoever you are, you’re as bad as him, (meaning Gheorghe) and I never want to see your face around here, ever again; good riddance to bad rubbish is what I say.”
Left alone again with Doug, Gheorghe said laughingly with considerable persiflage in his voice: “Well, lover-boy, you heard what the man said; I do not seem to have any other option available at present, than to come back to you. However, that will benefit you considerably, as I shall have the opportunity to give you further practical instruction in the art of fellatio, which you know as cock sucking, but which, in polite discourse, is normally referred to as oral sex; a technique, in which my own, personal, recent experiences have shown you to be singularly lacking.”.
“It would reflect very badly on my role as a teacher of sexual techniques, if the very man, whom I consider to be my star pupil, were to be found lacking in any of the basics of gay sex. So, as we have just been declared personae non gratae we obviously cannot stay here. So what do you propose that we now do to get me out of the mess, into which your unannounced visit has landed me?” Doug responded in kind: “I take it, Your Worship, from that load diarrhoeal tripe, which you have just spouted, that the answer to my plea for you to come back to me, can be summed up in one word: Yes!. Look, it is still only 3:30 and there are lots of trains from Newcastle to York. So I suggest you ring for a taxi to take us to the station at Hexham and we take the next train back to Newcastle. Once we have seen what train we can take from Newcastle to York, I will ring my grandmother to ask her to meet us in York. Although I may not meet your exacting standards on cock-sucking, I hope that arrangements for our return, to what for me, is home, and which I hope it will soon become for you too, meet with your approval.” He could not resist concluding his last remark with an emphatically sarcastic: “Sir.” CHAPTER 12
On the the train journey back to Newcastle, Gheorghe questioned Doug on the state of play between him and his father and grandmother. Doug said: “As far as my grandmother is concerned, she already knows everything. It was she who drove me to the station in York this morning and sent me here to make amends with you and ask you to forgive me for my lapse in judgement, and come back to me and live on the farm again, as she saw that I was miserable without you.” ‘She already knew about you and me sleeping together and I think she is OK with your moving into the farmhouse and for us to share my room and bed together. I know she wishes that I was different – what she considers as normal – but she has realised that she cannot change me and has accepted me for what I am. She genuinely likes you, Gheorghe, and will accept your presence as a member of the family in spirit, if not in blood. I think that she already sees you as a second grandson.” “In fact, she told me that she had known that I was gay, even before I realised it myself. Apparently the tell-tale signs were there from my mid-teens. She has accepted the fact that you and I will live and sleep together under the same roof in the farmhouse. She wishes that things were different; but she also old, wise and sufficient enough of a realist, to understand that we are what we are; and that nothing she does or says will alter our sexuality. She is, therefore, ready to accept or you and me for what we are, as her main concern, above all, is for my future happiness: which in her view, is together with you.” “As for my father, he does not yet know about you and me. But I have decided that, I will no longer work the farm in his shadow. I have now come of age, and the farm, which I inherited from my mother .who died when I was very young, is mine to do with as I please. As he is no longer able to work, due to his stroke, he has now to accept that the time has come for him to act in an advisory capacity; a bitter pill for him to swallow, having been a hands-on, working farmer all his life.” “But what he will find even harder to accept is that his only son is a practising homosexual, who now proposes to live and sleep – in his mind, in sin – with a man, whom, only few months ago, he set on as a farmhand A man, who is not only a foreigner, but a foreigner from Eastern Europe; one of a drove of young men, who, in his view, are polluting, in the words of Blake’s Jerusalem, England’s green and pleasant land. And you already know what he thinks of all foreigners, from wherever they come. However, we will face that problem together, when it arises; which it surely will.” “I have made up my mind to tell him – not just ask his advice – on how the farm will be run from now on, by you and me jointly; and that we will be living and sleeping, sharing a double bed together as a married couple. He will call you and me sodomites, which, in fact, technically, I suppose, we are, whom he will not tolerate under his roof; that is until I remind him of the fact that it is my roof and not his. Whatever we do to palliate matters, I am afraid we shall both have to tolerate a stream of invective acrimony from my father.” “However, at the end of the day, he will have no option but to accept the new order, as my grandmother, his mother has done, with considerable grace. You will see, once the initial brouhaha has died down, and he has, hopefully, calmed down, he will accept you and me living together, in the same way as, after strenuous objections, he accepted to sit at the same table as you at mealtimes. He will, hopefully, one day, come to tolerate, if not to like you and me living together and to see that you personally are not the devil incarnate, sent to pervert me from the path of righteousness as he sees it, and thereby destroy, what he still thinks of, and will still consider to the end of his days as his farm.” “Now let me finish my discourse before you say anything, Gheorghe. As I imagine things from now on, we jointly will live together as a couple and manage the farm as hands-on working partners.”
“Gheorghe Olarescu, I love you deeply and I have already lost you once. The past month without you has been the most barrenly depressing part of my life and I do not wish to go through the same thing ever again. The fact that you have agreed to come back to me confirms that you love me as much as I love you. So I would like to to cement our union by asking you if you will consider marrying me.” Doug was delighted when Gheorghe immediately and unconditionally accepted his proposal.
Doug then went on to say, “The law has permitted same sex marriages since 2014, so no one can object legally, although many people, including my father, will disapprove morally. As a married couple, we shall be equal partners and half the farm will be yours, and I shall legally have your name inscribed as co-owner in the official records and make over to you a half share in the farm as a wedding present.” Gheorghe was overwhelmed with the proposal of marriage, from Doug, who, in spite of everything, at the end of the daywas the partner his dreams, whom he truly loved. He knew, deep down, that he would forgive Doug anything, such was the depth of his feelings for him. He had inwardly known, from the first moment had taken a totally sexually virginal, inexperienced and naïve Doug, in the bothy, that they were as physically right together, as two human beings could ever be and he mentally thanked his guardian angel for having brought Doug back to him. As Doug’s grandmother had guessed, after a month apart, he had sent her his address at the turkey farm, hoping against hope, that Doug, whom he was missing, as much as Doug was missing him, would one day appear and ask him to come back.
He had, of course, jumped for joy that his wildest dream had been fulfilled, when Doug had appeared. But not for one moment had he foreseen that he would receive a proposal of marriage from Doug, in the train on the way back from Hexham to Newcastle, which he had of course, accepted. Doug ‘phoned his grandmother, from Newcastle station, to tell her the good news that he was bringing Gheorghe back with him, but nt that they proposed to marry and she agreed to meet them in York at 9:05 p.m.
The railway carriage on the the train they took from Newcastle to York, was one of the old, prehistoric, non- corridor type, from decades ago, with individual , non-communicating compartments, Finding themselves on a non-stop train from Newcastle to York, in an essentially sealed compartment, where they could not be disturbed by other passengers, the inevitable happened. They could not keep either their hands or, more appositely, their cocks to themselves and celebrated their engagement in a frenetic orgy of sex. They stripped off their clothes and stretched themselves out naked on one of the two rows of facing seats, of which they raised the armrests to create a narrow bed, which served their purpose admirably, intertwined as their limbs were, in the joys of gay, anal fornication.
However, on their arrival in York, which Doug had foreseen as joyous occasion to welcome Gheorghe back to the fold, as soon as he saw his grandmother’s face, he knew that something had gone seriously wrong, since he had spoken to her only a few hour earlier from Newcastle station His grandmother, with grave look on her face, nevertheless, welcomed them both back, before turning to address Doug directly: “Doug, I am afraid I have some very bad news to give you. Your dad died earlier this evening. After your call from Newcastle, I made the tea for your dad and myself. To my horror, no sooner had we sat down at the table, than he keeled over and fell onto the floor. I called Dr. Horrocks, the village doctor, who was your father’s GP and who knew his medical history well. He scame immediately and said that, unfortunately, your father had had a severe heart-attack and was dead before he hit the floor. The doctor said that knew it was no consolation for me, but if he had been present at the moment of the attack, there was nothing he could have done to save your dad, who had suffered a severe myocardial infarction and died immediately.” “I asked him if there would have to be a post mortem, which I dreaded, to determine the exact cause of death, as your dad died so suddenly. I cannot tell you how relieved I was when he said that a post mortem would not be necessary, as your father had been his patient for many years and he knew his medical history. So he signed a Death Certificate, giving cause of death as a severe myocardial infarction.” “I called Chapman’s, the undertakers, in Neverley. They came within half an hour, laid your father out and then took his body away to their Chapel of Rest in Neverley; and that was that. It was as though he had just gone out for breath of fresh air would be back in a few minutes. Of course, he was never coming back ever again, as he was gone forever”.
“It is too late for you to see him this evening, as by the time we get to Neverley, the funeral chapel, which is open to visitors until nine-thirty, will already have closed for the evening, I would have gone earlier myself, if I had not been picking you two boys up at the station, as I have not seen your father since the undertakers took him away. But we can go tomorrow morning, as I know that you will want to see your father.” “Death comes to us all, sooner or later. But I wish it had not been on the very day on which you two boys have again got together. His passing has spoiled what should have been a joyous occasion for the two of you. However, we must not dwell on the past, but look to the future, as life goes on. The only good thing to say about your father’s passing, is that he died in ignorance of the fact that is only son, was bringing home the very man, with whom he was proposing openly to live as a gay couple.” “Knowing my son’s prejudices, as well as I do, I know he would have found hard to swallow the fact that his only son was not only a homosexual, but was proposing to live openly with his male lover under, what he had always, quite erroneously considered as his roof. However, knowing my irascible son, whose bark was always worse than his bite, I would like to think that he would, after a certain time, have come to accept you, Douglas, for what you, in fact, are, rather than for what he would have liked you to be.,as I have done myself.” “But enough of this wishful thinking; things are what they are; and as we cannot change them, we must all make the best of them. We should all be grateful that he did not learn the facts surrounding his only son, allowing him to die in peace; in as much as anyone can consider a heart attack a peaceful way to quit this world.” That night, for the first time in bed together, in what had been Doug’s room, but which had now become their room, with the shadow of Doug’s father’s death hanging over them, neither of them found that he had any appetite for sex, on what should have been been a joyously liberating occasion for both of them, At least they had made one step in the right direction; they were sleeping openly together, under the same roof as Doug’s grandmother, to whom they had come out, as the current expression has it.
Gheorghe said to Doug: “You know your grandmother is someone, to be treasured by both of us. She has given us her support, whilst maintaining her concept of moral rectitude, which she has been brought up to believe is proper way for people to conduct their lives. She does not condemn us for being the way we are,,but wishes things could be different and what, in her eyes, are normal. However she has the good sense to see that no one can change the sexuality of another person. She has accepted you, her own grandson, and me, for what we are: two men, who are so in love and sexually attracted to each other that they prefer being sexually intimate with one another, rather than each partnering a woman as their life partner.” “Do you realise what a potential burden your grandmother has taken upon herself, by agreeing to live under the same roof as us, whom 90% of the traditionally thinking locals, , consider as pair of perverts, in the matter of sex? I am sure she will risk being snubbed in the local shops by some of the holier-than-thou women she knows, once it becomes general knowledge, as it surely will, that she is living – God forbid – in the same house as her queer grandson, who is living and sleeping another man of the same sexual ilk as himself. In one way, I thank God, that your father died when he did, as he would have had a hard time reconciling his views on life, when he learned that his only son was a sodomite – a god-awful word – which is the unfortunate, legal definition for what we both are.” Before they both drifted off into sleep, for the first time in a bed together, which they were to share for many years to come, Doug said, in reply to Gheorghe’s observations: “What you have just said about my father is true. However, I regret that, in dying so suddenly he deprived me of the opportunity of trying to convince him to accept us as a couple, as we shall never change. It would have been a hard slog, but I would like to have had the chance to try to persuade him to accept us as couple, the way we are. What he would have thought, being forced to live under the same as a pair of sodomites, God alone knows; and as God is not exactly very communicative, we shall never know.” “What is sure and certain, is that my father would have had learn to kerb his hyper-critical tongue, as he would have been forced to live with us, whom he would have thought of, quite naturally for him, as pair of perverts, indulging in unnatural and unspeakable acts of sex together. But this farm was his home and he would have had nowhere else to go, and would have had to face up to the reality of the situation, in which, through no fault of his own, he found himself. Add to that the fact that he had also reached such a degree of infirmity, due to his stroke, he was incapable of doing anything for himself anymore. He had got to the stage, where he depended on me, and more importantly, on his mother, my grandmother, for practically everything he did in his life, after his stroke.” “I suppose one could say that his sudden demise spared him the agony of witnessing his only son deviate publicly from what he considered as the accepted normal path of life. However I would like to have tried to convince him otherwise, but his sudden death has removed that possibility. Thinking over what has happened in the last few days; it is my grandmother, for whom I feel the most sympathy.” “She put her moral principles aside, to assure my happiness, when she saw how much I was in love with you; and she it was, who urged me to seek you out in Northumberland and apologise to you for my bad behaviour: butd then to see my father, her only son, collapse and die before her very eyes and to be unable to do anything to save him, seems so unfair; but life is so often unfair to the people, who least deserve it.” “And then, it spite of this, she is still willing to go on living in this house with us, who are considered in the eyes of most of the public hereabouts as a pair of perverts. She has tacitly agreed to support us, in the full knowledge that by so doing, she she will face opprobrium from a good number of her erstwhile friends, who are mainly died-in-the wool traditionalists, whose views on sex are stuck in the nineteenth century. I cannot tell you how grateful I feel to have such a perceptive grandmother and how lucky we both are to have her on our side.”
CHAPTER 13
Next morning saw the three of them, for Gheorghe had insisted that he come too, at the Chapman Funeral Chapel in Neverley. It was the first time that Doug had ever seen a dead body, as his grandmother had been widowed before he was born and he had never seen his paternal grandfather, either living or dead. Gheorghe looked down on the body of the man, who, had he lived, would have become his father-in-law, and wondered how he would have reacted to the news that his only son intended to marry a man rather than a woman.
Not being at all certain that if Doug had had the chance to try to convince his father of the rightness of his union with another man, he would have succeeded, Gheorghe reluctantly felt, that probably things had tragically happened for the best. But he held his counsel. Gheorghe reasoned to himself that Doug’s father, by dying suddenly, had spared himself the anguish of seeing his only son marry his male lover; and not only male lover, but a foreigner, to boot; a scenario which would have run diametrically opposed to his own deeply-held, prejudiced principles, which, in Gheorghe’s view, were so ingrained in his character, that he would never have changed them to accommodate something, which went against every fibre in his body.
Anyone who knew Gheorghe, despite his sexual preferences, would have counted him as among the nicest of men, He had, nevertheless, envisaged a scenario, in which Doug’s father on learning of his son’s intentions towards Gehorghe, became so enraged, that he dropped dead of apoplexy on the spot, which given his medical history, was totally plausible. Gheorghe wisely kept his thoughts to himself that, in the event, what had happened was perhaps for the best. Not that Gheorghe would ever have wished ill on Doug’s father, in spite of his antagonism towards all foreigners. But his demise had certainly facilitated the path, which Doug had decided to take.
But the thoughtful Gheorghe foresaw another obstacle to their future happiness, looming on the horizon. For Doug’s grandmother to have given her tacit approbation to her grandson and his lover, by agreeing to live with them herself under the same roof was one thing. However, once she became aware, as she must, of her grandson’s intention to marry Gheorghe, a foreigner, who would, de facto, on his marriage, become a member of the admittedly small, three-person family and co-owner of the farm, was quite another.
After the funeral, Gheorghe voiced his fears to Doug that his grandmother might balk at the prospect of giving her blessing to their marriage, especially as he was a foreigner, to whom Doug had offered to make him an equal partner in the farm as a wedding present.
“Look here, Gheorghe, when I proposed marriage to you in the train and you accepted, it was without you having any knowledge of what I subsequently told you were my plans for the farm, which I saw you and me running together as working partners. Moreover it was my grandmother herself, when she saw how miserable I was without you, who put her own scruples aside and suggested – better put, more-or-less ordered me – to seek you out in your new job further north, to apologise to you for my unfaithful behaviour and to ask you humbly – her very word – to come back and live with me again. I ask you, is it likely that this lady, who, I think, really likes you personally, in spite of your sexual orientation, and who has done everything in her power to bring us back together again, would object to our getting married?” Think again, Gheorghe, as I think you are barking up the wrong tree this time.” What Doug and Gheorghe had agreed between themselves, was that they would wait a decent interval of one month after the funeral, before they announced their intention to formalise their union by marrying. In the meantime, what they did learn, was that Doug’s grandmother had come to terms with her initial grief at her son’s death, and now saw his sudden passing, which had been a shock to everyone, as a blessing in disguise. She told Doug, that she now believed that he would have had no chance at all of convincing his father to accept lifestyle he had adopted with Gheorghe; even more so, as Gheorghe was a hated foreigner.
She said to Doug: “So in retrospect, Doug, I have decided that it is perhaps no bad thing, for everyone concerned that your father is no longer around. In the much quoted first line of his poem: The Ballad of East and West, Rudyard Kipling said East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet. And so it would have been between you and Gheorghe, as a couple, and your father. You are what you are and he was what he was, and the two things would never have been reconcilable. Your father would have driven himself mad, seeing you and Gheorghe enjoying a lifestyle, of which he totally disapproved. There would never have been a meeting of the waters; and life for all of us would have become one long intolerable disagreement.” Foritified by this statement from his Grandmother, Doug had no difficulty in telling her that Gheorghe and he were to formalise their quite informal union by marrying, to which she raised no objections. On hearing the news, she had no hesitation in showing her affection for Gheorghe and the secret esteem, in which she had evidently held him until now, by welcoming him into the family as her future grandson-in-law, was the way she put it, thereby laying Gheorghe’s worst fears to rest.
Doug and Gheorghe went on living informally together until their marriage. It seemed pointless to establish a civil partnership between them, as they intended, within a few months, to marry anyway. They opted for a civil ceremony in the Register Office in Neverley. However they required two witnesses to the ceremony, which posed a problem, as since he left school, Doug had developed no close friends, stuck, isolated on the farm, under the thumb of his wearingly authoritarian father, as he had been.
His only friends – or better put, acquaintances – were the young men he had met at the local pub at which he had been a frequent customer since he had reached the legal age of eighteen. He did not wish to ask any of them to witness marriage to Gheorghe, as they were all, to man, against anyone, who, in their eyes, was a pervert. Finally in desperation, he contacted his two closest friends from school, neither of whom, he had seen since leaving Neverley Abbey School.
His friends, Brian Gormley and Alan Greene had both gone on to Cambridge, University, where, thanks to collegiate life, they had lost the intolerance to anyone, who deviated from what they had, in their youth, been indoctrinated to believe, was normal. It was, nevertheless, difficult for Doug to bring himself to tell them that the marriage ceremony he wanted them to witness was to another man; and not only a man, but to add insult to injury, to a man who was a foreigner.
His revelation of his own homosexuality to his closest old school friends that intended to marry a Romanian called Gheorghe Olarescu, whom he had, just a few months ago, set on as farm hand and with whom he was already cohabiting at the farm, was his worst worry. How would they take it that their best friend at Abbey School, with whom they had faced regular beatings from the utterly sadistic Brother Benedict was what, in popular parlance, is normally called a queer?
If Doug and thought that this revelation would faze them and put them off being witnesses at his wedding to Gheorghe, he was to be sorely disappointed – or better put – pleasantly surprised, by their reaction, to what, let’s face it, was a piece of news, which would have raised many a traditionally reactionary, Yorkshire-man’s blood pressure to the bursting point, In the event, things went as smoothly as they had done when Gheorghe and he had announced their intention to wed to Doug’s grandmother. On both occasions, it had been taken by the audience, as the natural next step, formally and officially to cement their relationship.
Doug had deemed it wise to wine and dine his old friends, to prepare them for the shock when he revealed his sexuality to them and, worse, that he wanted them as legal witnesses to his marriage to a man. The foregoing revelations made by Doug, had taken place in the dining room of the King’s Arms Hotel in Neverley. However, things had gone so well; better, in fact, than Doug had ever expected. Now after a dinner, in which wine had flowed in abundance, they were all almost half-drunk – in their cups – as the saying has it, drinking coffee and sipping brandies, it was the moment when Alan and Brian chose, for some unknown reason to reveal their innermost secrets to Doug.
Alan began: “You know Brian and I both went on from school to Cambridge University, both to read chemistry. However, we were both in different colleges; I was at New College, one of the oldest colleges in Cambridge, and Brian was at Gresham: quite the most recent of the Cambridge colleges, as it was founded in 1980, by an endowment from the enormously rich private-banker, Robert Gresham. Among the numerous former Abbey School boys at Cambridge, Brian and I, who had been close friends at school, saw each other on a daily basis, as we were on the same course. Even though we each were in different colleges, we tended to spend our free time together, either in his room or in mine.” “Doug, you surely remember how we three used to jerk off together whenever we got the chance at school. Well, at Cambridge, Brian and I began experimenting with sex and we eventually became – to put it delicately – intimate. To put it crudely; on several occasions, we tried out fucking each other. However, we both soon found that we were each sexually attracted to females more than we were to each other; so we abandoned, what might best be described as our tentative efforts at gay sex. The reason we are telling you this, is because you seem to have trodden, more successfully the same path and have opted for a man. As three close school friends, each of whom has questioned his own sexual orientation, Brian and I are both pleased that you have found your life’s companion in Gheorghe. We are both, therefore, delighted that you have asked us to be witnesses at your legal union to Gheorghe, whom we look forward to meeting then.” Doug was overwhelmed with emotion that, obviously with Brian’s prior approval, Alan had chosen to reveal to him that both of them had, at one moment in their lives, questioned their own sexuality. He saw, in this gesture of solidarity, that the bond of friendship they had established as schoolboys had stood the test of time.
Doug said to them: “Your will not have to wait until we meet in the Register Office, to get to know Gehorghe for he is due to arrive here in the next few minutes, to drive me home, in my semi-drunken stupor. Oh, here he is already!”
CHAPTER 14
The day finally arrived, when Douglas Suggett and Gheorghe Olarescu would formalise their hitherto non-binding co-habitation by marrying under English law, legal since the Year of Enlightenment 2013.
It was a small party of five, consisting of the two principal dramatis personae, Doug and Gheorghe, Doug’s grandmother and the two witnesses, Alan Greene and Brian Gormley, who assembled in the waiting room of the Register Office in Neverley. At eleven o’clock precisely, they were shown into the room, where the Superintendent Registrar stood ready to perform the civil marriage ceremony,. in which no mention of religion was permitted and the giving of even one ring was not a legal requirement.
As Doug’s grandmother later remarked, the Superintendent Registrar had that sour look on his face as though he had just lost a pound and found a penny – old money – to make matters worse. (For readers who are unfamiliar with the old system of money in the UK, the pound sterling was formerly divided into 240 pence, whereas in the present decimal system it is divided into 100 new pence. Thus the new penny is the equivalent of 2.4 old pennies) He was obviously on the verge of retirement, and was of that ilk of reactionary old Yorkshire men, who found every aspect of modern life and manners distasteful. From the scowl on his face as he began to recite the official words of the civil marriage ceremony, it was clear that he thoroughly disapproved of what his official duty obliged him to do; a fact which he concealed very badly. In few minutes, it was all over and Doug and Gheorghe were the male equivalent of man and wife. Is there is no official expression to describe a male-male union other than as a gay married couple?
Some male-male unions can well be described as man and wife arrangements; one partner adopts the role of the husband, the other partner plays the sexual role of the wife. This one-sided, quasi- heterosexual, one-way, fucking union is not what would characterise Doug and Gheorghe in their married life, which would mirror their sexual activity to date. They would both interact actively with each other and would each fuck the other on a regular basis. As if to emphasise their unity, on their marriage they officially adopted as their surname, Suggett-Olarescu. They styled themselves as Douglas and Gheorghe Suggett-Olarescu on a visiting card, which Doug had had printed to mark the occasion.
It was the evening of their wedding day before the freshly married couple, found themselves alone in what was to serve as their Bridal Suite for the night, which was none other than the bedroom at the farm, containing the bed in which they had been sleeping – and doing other things – together, since Gheorghe’s return to the fold.
Gheorghe said to Doug: “I find it hard to express how much I love you, Doug; and I cannot thank you enough for the way you have treated me since I arrived here only a few months ago and now find myself legally married to the very man, who set me on as farmhand. However, not only did you marry me, but you also made me your partner and gave me half interest in the farm as a wedding present. I cannot allow this occasion to pass unnoticed, without giving you a present in return. I cannot, in any way, equal your generosity, but I would like you to accept this little token of my esteem and love for you. May it bring you much pleasure.” He reached under the bed and produced a long cardboard tube, sealed at each end with a metal disk, which he handed to Doug. Doug opened it to reveal three straigh handled, professional quality, rattan, punishment canes, each of a different calibre.
“As you, from time to time, like me to warm your arse before I fuck it, I thought the least I could do for you, on this very special evening, was to ensure that if you wish me to beat you prior to sex, which, on this of all occasions seems inevitable, you should, at the very least, be indulged in what seems to be one of your personal pleasures in life, by being beaten with a professional, rattan cane, rather than with the rigid bamboo, which I have used in the past.” “I see from the way you are shedding your clothes that you cannot wait to try out the therapeutic effects of my wedding present on your arse, for which you will require my assistance, which I can assure you, will be most willingly given. In case you had not noticed it, I have come to like beating you prior to sex as much as you like being beaten. So let me get down to business of beating you, as my cock is already telling me that it wants to fuck; and, from past experience, I know that it does not like to be kept waiting for long.” In a few moments, Doug was presenting his bare buttocks to Gheorghe for punishment, by bending over the back of a chair.
He then exhorted Gheorghe to his very best, by quoting correctly the oft misquoted beginning of the last sentence spoken by Macbeth himself in Shakespeare’s play of the same name, by saying:
“Lay on Macduff.” And by that he did not only mean the cane.
And to end this story with the classic ending of all fairy stories, of course modified to take account of the fact that this was a gay marriage, “And they lived happily thereafter and had no children; but they assisted at the birth of many lambs, as befits a pair of sheep farmers.”
THE END.