Gays of Our Lives: Book 4 (Chapter 76-100)

by Mike

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****Opening Title*****

*hot guy fades into light,

First his sculpted torso and chiseled abs, followed by his pecs, followed by his bulging biceps then finally his gorgeous face, a face created by Angels comes into view.

"Like the hot guy of our dreams so our the Gays of Our Lives"

Hot guy flexes his muscles

*Title sequence fades out

****Scene 1: Mike’s POV**********************

Chandler Jet Cabin, Somewhere over the Atlantic,

James introduction to Eric and my friends was a little tense. A few of them were confused to as why Eric and I had invited someone else, a perfect stranger to accompany us to Europe; while others were downright objecting his very right to be there with the rest of us. Our friends questioning of James began almost as soon as the poor guy boarded the Chandler Jet.

Charlotte was the first one to break the ice by speaking up. “Nice to meet you James. I’m Charlotte and I’m Michael’s baby mama” she laughed.

“Nice to meet you.” James replied nervously. The look upon his face was one of anxiety…..it was a look I knew well.

The look on James face was one that I had on my own face years ago when it was my first day of school. It was when my grandparents had persuaded my parents to allow me to attend public school instead of following in my father’s and grandfather’s footsteps and attending Phillips Exeter Academy, the premier boarding school in the eyes of my family for well over a century. To make up for me attending public school instead of going off to boarding school my parents insisted that instructors from Exeter give me private lessons to supplement the ‘less than satisfactory academia to be obtained at public education’, as they put it. In any case I knew what James was going through being surrounded by people he didn’t know.

“Charlotte you can’t say something like that.” Kayla gasped.

“Why not, it’s the truth.” Charlotte replied, laughing to herself.

“So why are you here?” Haley blurted.

“Because he invited me.” James declared as he pointed his finger at Eric.

“Is that true Eric, did you invite him?” Haley continued.

“Yes.” Eric sighed. “I thought it would be good if he came along with us. So that he could get to know all of us.”

“But why?” Haley chuckled. “I thought you said you wanted nothing to do with this guy after what he said about you and Mike relationship. Why invite him here?”

“Yes why did you invite me here if you wanted nothing to do with me?” James spoke up.

“Because if there is one thing that I have learned in the last few month it is that life is too short to hold grudges. Yes I was upset about the hurtful things you said about me and my husband, but that’s all in the past now. My invitation to invite you on our vacation was sincere and I hope you believe that.”

“Eric I want to believe that but it has been so hard for me to trust people. Because I have been hurt by people before.”

“James I know you don’t know me but you have to trust me when I say that Eric and Mike are good guys…..If they invited you on vacation with us it came from only good intentions. You have to know that. They are two of the best men I know, you are surrounded by good people…..Including Haley.” Kayla smiled.

“Ok.” James sighed.

After we had established why Eric had invited James to come along with us and we had answered all of Haley and our other friend’s burning questions the remaining seven and a half hours of our flight was pretty relaxed. It was in the early morning hours when we landed. We landed not at Heathrow where the majority of international flights land when entering the United Kingdom instead we landed at an executive airfield owned and constructed by Chandler Industries for various reasons, mostly for privacy. There was no customs officials or the like waiting for us….our arrival and passports had already been cleared hours earlier with the proper channels. One of the perks of being a Chandler and the grandson of one of the most powerful men on earth. In any case there was an elegant black Rolls-Royce Phantom waiting for us when we stepped off the plane. Unlike the ostentatious stretch limos so favoured by the nouveau riche our transportation had class and even an old-world style to it. The chauffeur was standing there at the side of the car with his arm outstretched his face beaming with a warm and inviting smile. He greeted us with that famously characteristic British accent that reminded me Alfred from those Batman movies.

While we were staying in London we had our choice of some of the finest hotels in the world, The Ritz, The Savoy, The Dorchester and so forth. I instead settled on Claridge’s an elegant hotel located in London’s Mayfair district. Claridge’s is to many members of polite society the grand dame of London hotels. Famed for its European décor, modern conveniences, and an atmosphere of sophistication. The two-hundred year old hotel has around 197 luxurious and spacious rooms, suites, and sitting rooms. The hotel also features interiors designed by the world renowned Diane Von Furstenberg and a staff of attentive butlers on call 24/7 to attend to a person’s every need.

The hotel’s lobby has been frequented by such notable personages as Soap opera legend Joan Collins; silver screen stars Audrey Hepburn, Cary Grant, Elizabeth Taylor, and George Clooney; high fashion icons Daphne Guinness, Christian Louboutin, and Kate Moss; musicians like Madonna, Ellie Goulding, Mick Jagger; as well as numerous royalty and reigning past and present monarchs including, Queen Elizabeth, Queen Victoria, Empress Eugenie, the former kings of Norway, Greece, Yugoslavia, and a former queen of Holland too.

In short it was the perfect place to be introduced into the London social scene.

****Scene 2: Kayla’s POV**********************

Claridge’s Royal Suite, Mayfair, London

“Wow!” I exclaimed as Kevin and I stepped into the two-bedroom suite we would be sharing with Haley and Charlotte. Walking through its double doors I felt as if we were being transported to the grandeur of the Victorian Age. The entire suite is luxuriously furnished with a finely carved marble fireplace, antique Edwardian furniture, and large French windows overlooking Brook Street. With all the luxuries in the Royal Suite I’m still not surprised Mike and Eric chose the Prince Alexander Suite over it. For one very important reason, the Royal suite has two bedrooms while the Prince Alexander Suite has a single bedroom, a suite for Michael and Eric all to themselves.

“Kevin this suite is so nice, this entire hotel is so classy. So fancy. Kevin you will have to remind me to thank Michael for all of this even if he is making me share this suite with not only Haley but Charlotte as well.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Haley scrowled, biting her bottom lip as she spoke.

“Nothing Hales.” I giggled. “I’m just a little taken aback. I just never thought I would be on vacation with you staying at some overpriced hotel.”

“Neither did I but it’s a good thing Mike’s fitting the bill.” She retorted as she turned the corner following Charlotte into their shared bedroom.

Kevin and I proceeded to our own respective bedroom to get settled in. Once we were inside our bedroom we shut the door. Kevin collapsed onto the bed and I gently laid my bag at the foot of the bed. “Baby what’s up with you?” Kevin blurted as he sat up in the bed. “You’ve been quite the whole flight over here?”

“Is something bothering you?” Kevin continued. “You can tell me baby…You can tell me anything, you know that right?”

“Yes I know that sweetie.” I cooed. “Nothing is wrong with me I’m just still thinking about the last few days.”

“You mean you’re thinking about the killer and about what he almost did to you?” Kevin interjected.

“Yeah I still can’t get over the fact that Zach was the one who was responsible for killing all those people. I know I saw him with my own eyes but I still can’t get over the thought that something just doesn’t add up about it. That guy was always so nice to all of us.”

“Baby that’s how they always are. Those crazy types always come off as seemingly nice people that’s just how they lure you in. And before you know it they’ve got a knife sticking it in your back.”

“Yeah I understand that……but there is something else that happened that night. But I just can’t remember what it is. All I know is that when I remember what it is I will finally be able to fill in the missing pieces of that night.”

“Baby maybe later to night I can help you do some remembering.” Kevin chuckled. “Are you sure this is the only thing that’s bothering you….Positive there isn’t anything else that could be putting you in such a worried state?”

“No” I sighed. I was torn between telling him the truth about what was really wrong with me. I mean I couldn’t keep it from him forever that I was pregnant with his child.”

I had no intention of keeping that fact from Kevin I simply wanted to wait until the right moment. This moment just wasn’t it.”

“Kevin I think we should get some sleep before we go out on the town with the others.

“Yeah you’re probably right. Do you have any clue what Eric and Mike have planned for our first night in merry old England?”

“No idea.” I smiled as I crawled into bed besides Kevin. He wrapped his arms around me and pretty soon we had drifted into a sleep.

When Kevin and I we woke up it was a little after one in the afternoon. Mike and Eric and slipped as a letter under the door asking us to meet them downstairs in the hotel lobby. Kevin and I quickly changed into some light clothing. It was in the eighties at this point.

We found our friends downstairs in the hotel’s main lobby sipping some afternoon tea and chatting with this lady we had never seen before.

“Well well, well,” Charlotte grinned. “We were wondering when you two would make your way down here.” She giggled. “I wonder what could have kept you two for so long.”

“We were just taking a quick nap.” I blurted.

“Oh is that what they call it now?” Haley smirked.

“Haley, Kevin I want to introduce you two to our London tour Guide, Blair Blackburn. Our tour guide had a warm inviting face, long brown hair that hung down her back falling lightly against her fair skin. “It’s very nice to meet you. Kayla is it.”

“Yes that’s right.” I smiled back at her. “So what do guys have planned for us this afternoon?

“Well first off Eric and I would like to read this letter that we found waiting for us in our hotel room.

“What is it?” Haley blurted.

“It’s an invitation. Eric smiled as he and Michael opened the gold engraved envelope together. They skimmed over the letter before they began to read it out load.

‘The Lord Steward has received Her Majesty’s command to invite Michael Chandler and Eric Smith of Harmony, New York and companions to a State Banquet to be given at Buckingham Palace by the Queen and The Duke of Edinburgh in honour of the King of Etruria on Thursday, 22nd June 2017 at 8.30 p.m.’

“Wow would you look at that!” Haley giggled. “We’ve barely been here a day and were already getting invitations to state dinners from the Queen herself no less. Isn’t that something?”

“I mean I guess you could say that.” Mike shrugged. “One thing I do know is that Chandler Industries does a lot of business in the United Kingdom. If I had to guess, my grandfather had something to do with this invitation.”

“Who cares if he did,” Charlotte shrieked. “Just think about all the hot Dukes, princes, and celebrities that our going to be at that dinner. That palace is going to be swimming with attractive and eligible bachelors. Sign me up.”

“Charlotte relax we are going to be there tonight….But first we wanted to get a little tour of London and the slights.

“Ok let’s get this show on the road then….Where to first?” Haley continued.

“Well I was going to take you on a tour of Buckingham Palace but since you guys are going to be getting an up-close look at the palace I’ll take you to another palace…..a much older palace that they don’t even call a palace anymore.”

“You’re taking us where?” Charlotte sighed.

“I’m taking you all to the Tower….The Tower of London that is.”

“The Tower of London isn’t that some prison?” Haley giggled. “Were going to see some prison.”

“Oh Haha.” Mike laughed. “If we were in the 1600s that sentence would give us all much cause for concern. But since the Tower is no longer used as a prison we call all breathe easy. It is a great site to visit.”

“Maybe after we’ve finished touring the Tower of London I could take you guys on a proper tour of the British Museum…..That will leave us with just enough time to do a little shopping on Oxford and Piccadilly. Perhaps we could pick something up at Harrods, or Selfridges.”

“Ok now you’ve got my attention.” Haley smiled. “Girl why didn’t you lead with that? Every girl dreams of shopping in London. Every person knows that Harrods and Selfridges put the department stores back home to shame with their grandeur and excellent service.”

“Saks and Bloomies should take a page from their book.” Charlotte smiled. “Lord knows the rest of those damn stores should be following their British counterparts every move considering their current state.”

 

 

 

 

 

 

****Scene 3: Jake’s POV**********************

Buckingham Palace, Ballroom, London

The gang and I spent several hours exploring the sites and major attractions of London. We took a ride on that huge Ferris wheel called the London Eye. Inside the Tower we walked through the rooms and chambers occupied by so many people, including Ann Boleyn, Jane Grey, and Margaret Pole, all entered the Tower never to leave its walls again. Our tour guide told us of the Princes in the Tower who had met a mysterious and horrible end within the dreaded Tower supposedly at the hands of their own uncle. We witnessed a session of Parliament, toured the Thames on a lavish yacht. We even got a close up look at the crown jewels, they were under heavy lock in key nonetheless.

Just as Blair had told us when it was all said in done we still had just enough time to do a little last minute shopping. Haley and the rest of the girls finally got their wish to do a little shopping in London’s famed Oxford Street. I say a ‘little shopping’ but in reality it was a whole lot more than a little shopping. The girls had tons of bags when we were finished while the guys and I had only got a suit for the state banquet

When night fell upon merry ole England celebrities, aristocrats, members of parliament, people of note, all the crème de le crème of London society descended upon Buckingham Palace. All of them had come to see the King of Etruria, the reigning monarch of a small country located between France and Spain. Limousines, Rolls Royce’s, Bentleys the whole shebang lined The Mall leading up to the very gates of the palace. The light from a hundred windows in the palace glowed illuminating the night sky. The magnificence at the state banquet was like nothing I had ever seen before. It was like I had been transported to another. A world filled with glitz and glamour. As each limousine pulled alongside the palace’s main vestibule people decked from head to toe in their finery emerged from their chauffeur driven cars. Ladies dressed in elegant evening gowns every colour of the rainbow. Some women sported diamond tiaras that sparkled like the stars, their hair curled in elaborate styles, and their high-heeled shoes clicking against

These ladies walked arm and arm besides handsome dashing broad-shouldered men dressed by the latest designers and bespoke tailors. These men wore impeccably tailored suits most likely all from designers from Saville Row. Their hair slicked back. Their bodies put on display by the tight fitting suits they sported; the thin fabric clinging to their muscled chests. I licked my lips as I watched them. I didn’t know if the arm candy was the beautiful women or if it were the handsome men. Eye candy is eye candy whatever the sex.

“Oh my god, all these people are so…..so…..so beautiful.” I murmured under my breath. “Mike are you sure we are at the right place? You sure were dressed appropriately?”

“Of course this is the right place Jake.” He laughed, looking up at me with those gorgeous eyes of his. “It’s kind of hard to miss the big mansion in the middle of The Mall.”

“Of course we are,” Eric blurted. “Hell these suits each cost £3,000 pounds each. We had better be dressed appropriately for all that money that we spent at Harrods this afternoon.”

Once we had handed our respective invitations to the Chamberlain standing at the door we were allowed to proceed to the state rooms. The rest of us ascended the grand double staircase that led up to the palace’s second floor. The staircase was incredibly elaborate with patterned laurel and oak leaves with gold inlay decorating the railing. “Damn it must have taken forever to make this.” Kevin beamed. History and stuff like that always impressed Kevin. We followed the rest of the guests into the spacious ballroom. We chatted and made small talk with the guests as we waited for the Queen and the King of Etruria to make an appearance.

“If we are ever in London again we need to get a proper tour of this masterpiece.” Kevin sighed.

“Definitely.” Kayla replied, as she glanced around the room. Her mind was elsewhere.

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****Scene 4: Eric’s POV**********************

Buckingham Palace, Spare Closet,

“Babe we’ve got some time before the Queen makes an appearance. Let’s do some exploring and find a quiet place for some fun.” Mike smiled. “Maybe we can find a nice quite place for you to fuck my brains out.”

“Baby you want to have relations right now? Here in the Queen of England’s palace?” What if someone catches us..? Isn’t that like treason or something?”

“Baby first off we’re not British citizens so we can’t be accused of treason because we don’t have citizenship. Second having sex doesn’t fall under the category of treason in any country. Indecent exposure maybe but not treason.

“Relax Eric no one is going to catch us and besides if they do I’m sure being a Chandler will give me some kind of influence with the British authorities. Hypothetically speaking if we were to be caught by some guards or something.” Mike continued as he

“Oh here, this room looks empty.” Mike smiled as he knocked on the oak wood door. He turned the knob and slowly pushed the door open. It appeared to be a simple broom closet when I flicked on the light. Michael looked so sexy standing there in his three-piece Armani suit. I stood there savoring the moment because I knew seconds from now he would be naked. Before I could blink he was gripping my cock through the fabric in my pants.

I pushed his hand away as I slowly unzipped his pants, peeling his very expensive trousers down his waist. My eyes went wide when I saw his cock bulging in those Calvin Klein briefs of his. The sight of his cock through those thin white briefs made me hot. My mouth watered as I begged for a taste.

I pulled his briefs down past his ankles. Once I reached his feet I yanked them off, tossing them onto the floor. With that taken care of I leaned down and engulfed Michael’s cock with my mouth. When Mike’s cock touched my lips he let out such a sensual moan that it sent shivers of pleasure up my spine. His cock tasted amazing as I lightly sucked on it. “Oh God.”

A wet blowjob would have been great but we had other things on our minds so I pulled his cock from my mouth, saliva and precum pouring from my mouth.

Pushing Mike onto his back I spread his legs wide apart as I turned my attention to the voluptuous ass of his. Mike lay there his ass waiting impatiently for my cock. His hardening cock dangled between his legs as I shoved my hands inside his shirt. Mt hands made short work of his defenses. Finding my target I wrapped my fingers around his pecs squeezing them and twisting his nipples in my hard hands. While I played with his pecs I pulled his shirt off with my teeth before burying my tongue down my husband’s throat. We started swapping saliva kissing and moaning loudly.

As we engaged in a sloppy kiss, Mike moaned into my ears. He was begging me to fuck him. How could I resist when he was asking me so nicely. Without hesitation I raised his legs high until he had wrapped them securely around my waist. Instead of pushing my cock into his ass I decided that there was another hole of his that needed just as much attention. His mouth. I laid down on him until my cock was all the way down his throat.

He gagged a little but that didn’t deter him as he started to suck on my cock. Gripping my ass cheeks he sucked hard on my cock slurping up every single drop of precum. He licked up and down my shaft

“Mmmmm.” I moaned as I felt the life of my cock being sucked dry. Nothing like getting head from a pro-cocksucker especially when that pro is all mine. All the while as he sucked on my cock he begged me to fuck him. Whimpering like a child who wanted his favorite toy returned to him, instead of a stuffed animal or something it was in this case it was a ten inch cock leaking precum all over the carpet.

As he continued to suck hard on my cock he grabbed hold of my balls. He fondled them in his hands, gently rubbing the delicate sac that brought him so much pleasure. “Baby you remember those jewels we saw back at the Tower…..”

“Yeah,” I grunted.

“These are more precious to me than anything they got here.” He smiled.

“Awwww baby,” I swooned, as I pulled his face into mine. We kissed on the lips lightly before we started to full on make out. I know I say this a lot but Mike has got a really tight hole. Hell you can work one two, three, four five fingers in there; your tongue, and you can fuck that sweet hole. You come back the next day and it will be just as tight as before.

Covering my cock in saliva, and spit I did the best job of lubricating I could manage. I saved some spit that I covered my hands with. Sticking one finger in after another I plunged not one but thee fingers up that tight hole. As I explored his insides with my fingers opening him up for my throbbing cock. Next I put my tongue to work. I buried my face between those two big round mounds of ass flesh, using my tongue to lick the sweat and masculine scent from my husband’s ass. He moaned and whispered fucks as I feasted on his ass.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door…..Michael and I froze in fear…… I couldn’t even think clearly all the blood was swelled up in my dick at the moment. All we could think was. Is this it….Were we caught?

“Oh fuck.” I muttered.

STAY TUNED………………………………………..

by Mike

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