Authors Note: Part 6 of 6! So sit back, unzip, and enjoy for the final time!
William
If not for the wine the night before he would have stayed awake all night. His mind had been awash with scenarios. James and his dad were clearly closer than he’d thought. They’d shared a flat together before he was born. A one bedroom flat. He’d not known that. They’d seen each other naked on the regular. He’d not know that. And, according to James, the very visceral and somewhat sexually confusing image of them both watching each other cum, had also been shared. He'd definitely not known that.
But now there was something else. James was keeping a secret, one that Luis knew but refused to share. Something to do with his birth. What on Earth could that be?
The question had lingered until the wine pulled at his eyelids, and sleep took him.
Morning light and the thud of a hangover woke him. He hid under his linen sheets for as long as he could before the desperate need to piss overtook him. Plodding out into the sun, his newly bald dick swinging in the blinding light of mid morning, he made it as far as the shower before he let loose, hosing the tiles with a powerful stream. Leaning against the wall as his bladder emptied, he sighed, rubbing his temples and sliding to the floor.
A quick turn of the knob ushered a blast of cold water that not only woke him up, but washed the urine from around his body. He sat there an unusual amount of time, letting the water work its magic on his poor, angry head.
The questions came roaring back, and the more he thought about it, the angrier he became. He wasn’t even sure why. Was it really his business? Was it even about him? But his gut, pissed off as it was at him, told him he needed answers.
After a rather needed trip to the bathroom, and a second shower, he slipped his sandals on and went in search of James.
He found him in the orchard. The place was utterly beautiful by any definition. The trees emerged from dried, tilled earth. Each one was ringed by a circle of cobbles, each linked to the tree before by a channel of stones and lime mortar. At the top of the slope a small stream shaded by shrubs and trees bubbled along, where there sat a channel with a wooden slat. When the slat was removed the water would run down the channel and flow through each circle, down to the next, watering every tree, until the excess rejoined the stream further down. It was elegant and gorgeous.
Now, however, the slat was down and trees stood dry.
James was sitting under a tree, his perfect arse parked on a stone bench, a novel in his hand.
Alex, full of anticipation, nerves, and anger, walked over and crouched before him.
“I need to know what Luis meant.”
He said it with conviction. His voice was firm, his face serious. It must have translated because James put the book down and regarded him for a moment.
“Why?” he asked, softly.
“Why? Because you’re hiding something! And I need to know what it is.”
“But maybe it's not your business. Maybe it isn’t anything to do with you. Have you considered that?”
“Yes. And I don’t believe it. Why would Luis mention my birth, and then you both get awkward? Hmm?”
James said nothing, clearly considering things.
“This isn’t fair!” Alex said, instantly regretting his infantile choice of words, “I get sent here by my parents, they don’t tell me a thing about this place, you make me strip off and work naked, you talk about getting rid of boundaries, and then you…”
He stopped himself, and very carefully chose his next words.
“You tell me my dad and you have seen each other spunking and wanking or whatever, you let him see me naked without my knowledge, and then the minute I ask you to explain something you go all silent treatment.”
James took his hand in his own, and pulled him to his feet.
“I’m right, aren’t I? There is something.”
“I’m not sure how you’ll feel about it.”
“Tell me.”
James thought on it a moment, clearly unsure, before rising to his feet.
“Let's walk and talk. Always easier with awkward conversations.”
They began down the trail, their cheeks flexing and cocks swinging in the blazing sun. He tried to stick to the shade, sorely wishing he’d brought his sunglasses before he’d marched off all angry.
“Like I said, after uni your dad and I shared a flat in London. It was the only way we could afford it, and even then it was a studio. We shared a bed and would try and give each other a heads up if we had a hook up, but generally we kept those outside the flat.”
“When you live like that, and you’re 21 and male, you end up seeing each other naked pretty often. We gave up on trying to be modest pretty quick. We’d wake up with boners and spend the day gaming with our balls on the sofa.”
“And, like I told you before, we just sort of gave up on pretending. I’d wake up and he’d be bashing the bishop next to me, or he’d come home and I’d been blowing my load on my stomach. We’d just laugh or slap each other on the shoulder.”
Alex imagined the two, young with dark hair, toned bodies, emptying their balls whenever and wherever they wanted. It was a total fantasy, two lads being lads and not judging each other, just treating it as normal. His cock began to grow.
“Being skint we didn’t have a lot of money to go out, so when we did we’d take drugs. Cheaper than drinking all night.”
Alex's eyes widened at that.
“My dad did drugs?!”
“That's what surprises you?”
Alex couldn’t help it. His dad was a total suit.
“Sorry.”
They moved on to the trail and the shelter of the trees. The temperature dropped instantly, much to Alex’s relief.
“Anyway, we’d get a bit crazy sometimes and take a little too much molly. This time, we took a lot. And things got kind of, well, out of hand.”
“Your dad pulled this girl, and before we knew it we were back at ours doing shots, joking about and laughing like a bunch of prats.”
They reached the pagoda, and James stopped, sitting crossed legged and gesturing for Alex to do the same.
Facing each other now, the older man continued.
“Soon enough we got playing a game, and clothes came off, and then she was all over your dad. And then…me.”
This was getting weirder by the minute.
“We ended up taking turns fucking her. First your dad, then me. We’d swap ends. We even Eiffel towered a few times. Proper idiots.”
Alex cock was now standing upright between his legs, totally turned on.
“Then, well, she got an idea and, long story short, we DPed her.”
“What?”
“Double penetrated.”
“You mean, one in the arse, one in the…vagina?”
“Not exactly. She was a proper freak and we ended up duelling inside her cunt.”
Suddenly the image of James and his dads cock, a cock that apparently looked just like his, sliding against each other in the same hole, was too hot to handle and his hand gravitated to his thick pole. A gay cock and straight cock fighting it out, trying to out do each other.
James' eyes dropped to Alex’s lap, and though he saw that twinkle in his eye, he seemed to hold back a little.
“Is that it? That's the story?”
“Almost,” James said, and Alex saw that his own cock was thickening.
“You see, we were really fucking stupid. And when we came, him first, might I add. He never could keep up with my stamina even then. Well, we were barebacking her. No jonnies. And, well, that happened about 19 years ago.”
He starred at Alex.
Whether it was the hangover, the hangover boner, or the shock of James fucking a woman with his dad, the message took a moment to sink in.
“Oh fuck!” he shouted, jumping up and away from James.
“Yep.”
“That was…that's what…” his mind was piecing things together in real time, “Oh fuck! Not birth. That's not what Luis meant, was it?”
“No, he got confused.”
“My fucking conception, right? That was where you were?”
James nodded, suddenly looking very bashful, his cheeks had even turned a touch red.
“You fucked my mum! You’re gay and you fucked my mum!”
“I was young and horny and your dad was very sexy, and she was, well, there.”
Alex was pacing, until the next bombshell landed.
“Oh my God, are you my dad?”
James smiled in a reassuring fashion.
“No. First of all you are clearly the spitting image of Will, but second of all we did check. We weren’t that stupid.”
Reeling, Alex slumped back to the floor.
“I’m so confused.”
James slid over until he was beside him, and put a strong, muscular arm around his shoulders. Alex rested his head on his chest.
“I get it. And I’m sorry, it wasn’t a story I ever thought you’d hear, but it's what happened. After that your dad got very serious and everything became about providing for you. Pretty soon he’d done the right thing by your mum, sorted a flat for the two of them, and that was that. We stayed in touch but I haven’t really seen him in person much since then.”
“You could have been my dad,” he whispered into James’s chest.
“But I’m not, I’m just your horny boss. And you’re my horny employee,” he tried to joke, but neither of them laughed.
He felt so deflated. He wasn’t even sure why. At the end of the day, did it matter? This was just how he came into the world, and really how many people knew that? Or cared? And yet somehow hearing about his parents like that, knowing first hand how free and casual James was, he felt sort of, well, sad.
They had him and all the fun just drained away. His dad worked abroad. His mum busied herself with her career. He went to boarding school after boarding school. Oh sure, they were the best boarding schools, he had the best education, the best clothes, holidays, whatever. But when it came to fun, when it came to any form of bond with his parents, distance would be the word that came to mind. He’d been born and they’d not only become miserable, but they’d designed their whole family around ensuring they never had to spend more time with each other than was socially expected.
The realisation hit him hard, and he felt tears coming.
“I need to… I just…” he broke away, his voice cracking, and walked fast toward the beach.
Dusk and Dawn
He sat alone on the sand for hours, watching the shadows of each and every rock lengthen, until the sky was pink and gold, and the sun was being swallowed by the ocean.
His whole life made sense now. The disinterest, the distance, the low key resentment from his mum. He hadn’t been planned. His parents probably didn’t even want to be together. His dad had stepped up, but not in the way that mattered most. No wonder they were so invested in his academic success, his future. It was the only real investment in him they’d made.
It was devastating, sure. But the more he thought about it the angrier he got. They’d made these choices, not him. They’d shut themselves down and given him nothing. Those two freaks who seduced James had just died overnight and what, they blamed him?
Fuck them. Absolutely. Fuck. Them.
He didn’t need their validation. He didn’t want it. He was going to do what he wanted, when he wanted. That was his revenge. And right now, he liked where he was.
A light grew behind him, as did the sound of sand crunching under the beat of sandals.
“I thought I should come check on you. The trails aren’t lit yet and didn’t want you tripping or getting lost.”
James sat beside him. Close but not too close. He smiled a little.
“Can I ask how you’re feeling?
Alex thought about shutting him down. He was tired, and a bit sick of going over everything in his mind, but who else was he going to tell?
And so he did. It took a while, and by the time he was done the sun was below the horizon and the sky was black.
After, they sat in silence for a while, both processing.
“Wow, Will really fucked up.”
Alex chucked, emptily.
“So, what are you going to do?”
“I’m going to stay here, if that's okay?”
Just like earlier, James slid closer and Alex rested on his hairy pectoral.
“Well, you are contracted until October.”
He smiled at that.
The Season
The next several days were a blur. He felt lighter, somehow. It was hard to explain, and even harder to pinpoint, but suddenly he found himself smiling more. When Luis teased him, he’d playfully slap him on the arse. When James told him to loosen up, he would. He’d even gotten more comfortable with the compost toilets, though that was still a work in progress.
The first guests would soon be arriving, and the workload had shifted from maintenance to preparation. Instead of one or two big tasks a day, it was a dozen smaller ones. Each. Even at night they were dining together less, too busy to spare the time.
So when, a few days before the first guests arrived, he went to sleep early, neither of the other two batted an eyelid.
It was dark when he woke up. Something about the air said it had only been a few hours. Aching for a piss, he ventured outside, walked to the edge of the courtyard, and too tired to care about the urinals, let his stream loose. He didn’t even hold his cock, instead putting his hands behind his head and waving it around like an idiot. He grinned in the dark.
After giving it a few shakes, he headed back.
The light was still on in James and Luis cabin, and the sounds of heavy breathing carried on the wind. Suddenly curious, he snook over, reliving his early peeping tom adventures. As he neared the curtain, he could hear the sounds of sex, and his penis responded accordingly.
He stood close to the edge, the curtain open more than usual.
James was laid back, his legs wide, as Luis did what Luis did best: work the older man’s cock. His hand slipped around his hard on and began to leisurely stroke. Luis arse was on full display, his smooth hole practically beckoning him forth. It was only after he felt a sudden surge of vulnerability that his eyes flicked up and saw James looking right at him.
As Luis continued his ministration’s, James held up a single finger and ushered him in. Inside the cabin he got close to Luis, stroking his dick as he admired the round globes and big, hanging balls. Should he touch them? Grab them? Rub his cock along that puckered hole? Would Luis even want that?
Perhaps sensing his trepidation his boss leant forward and whispered something into Luis' ear. Rolling off the bed, James approached him, whilst Luis rose on to his knees, turned, and smiled.
“Feeling like trying something new?”
Alex, stiff as a board, could only smile at them both like a prat.
James' big hands pulled him close, and suddenly his jaw was being nibbled, whilst a mouth engulfed his manhood. He let them take control, enjoying the competing sensations of his cock and his apparently very sensitive jawline. One of his hands slipped into Luis' fine, silky hair, whilst the other wrapped tightly around James’s pole, eliciting a sudden but pleased sigh.
Things progressed quickly from there. Suddenly, he was on the bed, James forcing him on all fours, and Luis' smooth, shaved cock was pointing at his mouth. Grinning like a fool, he opened wide to take the fat dick inside, only to exhale sharply as a pair of familiar hands pulled his hairy cheeks apart and a tongue, wet and warm, forced his hole open.
It was like nothing he had ever felt before. His ring stretched around it, and he felt oddly exposed, yet the feelings were driving him wild, so much so he felt himself backing onto James tongue.
Before he fully got used to the shock, the smooth, warm head of Luis cock entered his mouth and his tongue began to swirl. Curling his lips over his teeth, he began to suck gently, just the way Luis had. His body felt overloaded, and he had to fight to concentrate on Luis, who was now slowly pumping his girthy member down his throat, his strong hands gently ruffling Alex’s hair.
His cock swung beneath as the two worked his holes harder. He imagined ribbons of precum sticking to the duvet. After what felt like ages, James withdrew his tongue, and keeping Alex on his knees, pulled his torso upright. Before he could do anything, Luis was back on his cock, and James was biting at his earlobes.
“I’m going to fuck you, now. Are you ready? You can say no,” James whispered, hit teeth returning to his jaw, tracing a line that drove Alex wild.
The truth was he was nervous, but he also needed this. Who better to guide him, teach him, than these two? He trusted them both. They wouldn’t hurt him. They wouldn’t embarrass him or shame him.
He nodded.
Suddenly, he was forced down again and he felt James's weight sag the mattress. Luis sat in front of him, legs spread, cock standing up. He leant forward and took Alex face in his hands.
“Take your time,” he said softly, “breathe and push out, and don’t be afraid to tell him to stop.”
Alex nodded, suddenly more nervous.
Luis waved his erection in his face, “If you need a distraction.”
A blunt wetness nestled against his hairy hole, and he looked at Luis for support. The other man smiled warmly, and mouthed the word “breathe”.
Then, James began to slowly push.
It wasn’t at all like the tongue. Even lubed, the pressure was intense, and his hole clamped down. He winced, and tried to master his body. After a few moments, his hole opened, and the cock, that big fucking cock, began to push inside of him. The head popped past his ring, and a sharp pain and a strange fullness flooded him with heat. Luis nodded, encouraging him, all the while stroking his own cock.
James kept stopping, letting him get used to him, before pushing more and more. Just when he thought he couldn’t possibly handle any more, he felt the brush of hair and sag of balls against his cheeks.
“Good lad,” James said.
Then, he began to fuck.
Slow, steady, partial thrusts. An inch, then two, then more. Black dots danced in front of him as his hole stretched and grabbed. He began to moan, truly moan, a guttural sound from deep within him.
“You’re doing so good,” James said, his own voice a little shaky, “you feel so good.”
Hands grabbed his shoulders, and he was pulled up again. James' arms wrapped around, holding him in place as he began to piston in and out. Luis, free to reach him at last, shuffled close and began to kiss him, deeply, taking both of their cocks in his right hand, and stroking with the same vigour as his boyfriend was fucking.
For a few minutes everything was a blur of slapping skin, grunts and deep breaths, and a building sensation as his prostate was being jabbed and ground down, and his cock slid against the beautiful thickness that was Luis.
His breath began to catch, and his hole began to flex around James. He tried to warn them, but he was too overwhelmed. Luis, sensing it, pulled him into a kiss and sped up his stroking.
James too seemed to pick up the pace. Sandwiched between the two, Alex had turned into a bundle of sensations and feelings, his brain turned off. He was utterly, totally relaxed. And then, he lost control.
His sperm pumped into Luis hand, drenching the other man's cock, as he moaned into his mouth. Luis, kept stroking.
“Oh fuck, he’s clamping down on me,” James said, his hands digging deeper into his hips, “Oh fuuuuuck!”
“Uuuuuurgh!”
He drove home, held himself deep, and grunted like an animal. Alex imagined each grunt was in tune with every spasm currently filling him up. Grunt after grunt, rope after rope.
Luis slowed his jerking and broke away. He hadn’t cum, but he was grinning from ear to ear.
Collapsing into a pile of bodies, they all fought to catch their breath.
“How was your first time?” Luis asked, licking his fingers clean.
Alex couldn’t answer, letting his face speak for itself.
James was still buried inside him, but he was rapidly going soft. Luis was still hard, but when Alex reached for him, he gently batted his hand away.
“Good manners as always,” he winked, “But I’m fine. If you really want you can do me in the morning.”
James pulled Alex close to his body, and wrapped him in his arms.
“That was fun,” he said, loud enough for both to hear, “you were tighter than your mum.”
Alex turned and punched him in the shoulder, causing both men to laugh. And, after a moment, Alex laughed, too.
The guests were busy unloading their suitcases from the taxi out front. Two men in their late forties. They were the first to arrive. Another three couples were due by days end. As usual he was naked, but he had long since stopped caring or even noticing that..
A month. One month. That was how long he’d been here, and whilst in many ways he was exactly the same as when he arrived, in others, he could barely believe the change. Whilst his parents sucked, sending him here had been a rare instance of good parenting. And although he was convinced that had been a fluke and not the plan, nonetheless, he was better for it.
He had barely spoken with his mum, confined to the odd message here and there. But he had facetimed his dad, unafraid and uncaring about his nudity. He wasn’t sure if the idea was to challenge his dad, or try to show he didn’t care. But James had seemed to think reaching out was a good thing, even if he wasn’t exactly confident of progress.
As he watched the two men approach the door, he thought of the months ahead. If this was what one month could do, what would the next five bring?
James came up beside him.
“Ready?”
Smiling, he nodded.
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