New Beginnings Part 2: A Son For John

By Marc Murrey

Part two of the New Beginnings Saga - 'A Son For John' is the second full length part in a multi-part saga which recounts the story of John Burnette, a wealthy, successful, handsome, sexy and dominant top who likes to wear leather and discipline younger men in the traditional 'woodshed' manner. Set in 1986 in Scotland when 'the belt' was for more than just wearing!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marc Murrey
• Release date: Jul 10, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476426587

Marc Murrey

Born in Edinburgh, Scotland of an American father and Scottish mother, Marc has written several short stories but only published his first full length novel in 2010.He lives with his partner and 2 dogs in an isolated cottage in the scenic serenity of the Scottish Borders.

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NEW BEGINNINGS Part 2

A SON FOR JOHN

By

Marc Murrey

Published by Marc Murrey at

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Copyright Marc Murrey 2012

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All characters in this work of fiction who indulge in sexual acts are aged over eighteen.

This book is intended for ADULT READING ONLY.

It contains a number of both sexually explicit and male/male discipline scenes, as well as graphic language, which may be considered offensive by some readers.

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CHAPTER TEN

After my Thursday evening at the gym with Pete and Roy, I woke to find that Friday morning was dull, but the sky had a promise of better weather ahead. I’d phoned my sister Moira as soon as I’d got home from the gym the previous evening after dropping Roy and Pete off, and had been told that her adopted son and my nephew, Shane, was much brighter, less sullen and was speaking to his mum again.

The weekend is coming up and he’ll be here, I told her, so he’s cheering up.

And how is Roy? Have you seen any more of him? she asked, after we’d finished talking about her adopted son, and hence, my nephew, Shane.

I chuckled. I couldn’t help myself, and Moira interpreted that correctly.

And do you think he is in love with you? she asked when she stopped laughing.

Erm.. I don’t think so, no, I said seriously, paused then added suggestively, I know so, then chuckled again. I never could keep anything from my big sister.

Ahh, she said knowingly, adding, well if you’re happy, John, then I’m happy. For both of you.

We’d wished each other goodnight, and I’d hung up. I’d done all my domestic duties then sat and watched some television before heading up to bed. I woke before the alarm on Friday and my first thought was, Shane’s coming today. My second thought was about Roy, so I did what all horny men do in the morning, and had a slow, leisurely wank, getting myself really turned on by thinking of leathering Roy’s cute little butt then fucking him slowly and deeply while stroking the full length of my thick, nine inch long cock. It only took me about three or four minutes until I felt my climax rise and I shot my first load of the day high onto my chest, then pumped out load after load as I groaned with pleasure from the wonderful sensations in my cock and balls.

After a shave, shower and getting dressed in a pair of blue Levi’s, T-shirt and black leather waistcoat, with one of my many thick, heavy, black leather belts in my jeans, and black cowboy style boots on my feet, I went down for breakfast.

My housekeeper, Wendy, had the coffee percolator on already, so I poured a mug full, and drank it black, before having cereal and juice. Wendy came into the kitchen, singing, with her dusters and polish and I apologised as I was eating, for the mess I’d left in the living room two days before, after Roy and I had had our serious heart to heart conversation. She laughed and said it wasn’t a problem, but she knew I was sincere with my apology.

I asked her to sit and have a coffee with me, then queried her to see if she would be available, if it was needed, to either do additional hours, or maybe come in every week day, if my circumstances changed. She said that coming in every day would suit her better than longer hours, and if it did happen, it would be great for her, as one of her other employers had moved and she was now available on those two days.

She asked what was happening, and I told her that Shane might be, and I stressed the might be, moving in with me as he was having problems with his Mum and she wanted me to have more influence over him. I also joked with her that Shane kept asking to live with me instead of his mother, and now he was sixteen, he could up sticks and leave home in any case and I’d rather he lived with me than got himself into trouble living somewhere on his own.

She sympathised with me, but reminded me that he was mainly well behaved when he was with me, which I had to agree with. She told me then that Roy seemed to be getting on well in the café, if what he told his Auntie was true, and I told her that Jean was most impressed with his work so far, but he hadn’t been there a full week yet and we were coming up to the weekend, a period when he was usually out drinking with his mates.

She laughed, and said she was sure I could soon put a stop to that if I wanted to, then asked me if Roy was gay, and I countered her question with, Why do you ask? What’s happened?

She laughed again, and told me that almost all he spoke of was me, and how wonderful, kind and generous I was, and how much he was learning from me.

I laughed and asked, and how does any of that, make him gay?

Oh, she said, it’s the way he says it. The way he glows and his eyes sparkle whenever he mentions you, and he seems happier now than he’s ever been.

Despite what we had done together, I didn’t feel it was my place to discuss Roy’s sexuality, so I told her I had no idea whether he was or not, but he struck me as being a normal, healthy young man, with perhaps sometimes, a bad choice of friends of his own age. She agreed with me on those points, but smiled knowingly.

We chatted for a few more minutes before she said she had to get on with her work and I told her I was going to work in my office for a while too, which I did. Roy came in just after nine o’clock to get changed ready for his day in the café. Once he had dressed, he told me he had made coffees, and would I like it in the office, or in the kitchen. I asked him to bring it into the office and join me.

When he brought the coffees in, I asked him to close the door. Wendy knew that if the door was closed, not to disturb me. I hadn’t really had the chance to admire him in his ‘uniform’ as he called his dress trousers, shirt and tie, that he had to wear to work in the café. I told him he looked really smart, as I already had done on the Monday, but I had a good feel of his butt and package through the shiny trousers. His long cock immediately got rigid so I undid his trousers as he grinned at me, then I quickly sucked his eleven inch long straight cock, getting him to climax within a minute, then he sucked me till I shot my cum into his mouth. As I had done with him, he swallowed all of it.

When we finished, I returned to what I’d been working on, and he had to run by the back way to get to the café on time. Wendy brought me coffee at eleven o’clock, and told me she had finished all her work, and would be away shortly, then said she hoped I would have a good weekend. I wished her a good one too, then she left.

After I finished what I was doing, I sat and went through the prints of Pete’s pictures and selected a couple to put into frames. As I mounted, then framed them, the thought struck me that I didn’t have any of Roy, or indeed, any of Shane in his new uniform, so as he was showing some signs of jealousy, I put the framed images of Pete into the bottom drawer of my desk, ready for when I took some pictures of Shane and had them printed and framed.

That done, I did a quick check round the house to make sure everything was in order. It was a long time since I had done a walk round and actually looked at the house, to make sure there were no maintenance issues that required attention. I did see that all the windows needed cleaned, and made a mental note to try and get them done over the weekend. Then suddenly, it was lunchtime, so I changed into my leathers and drove down to the café on the bike, doing this mainly to tease Roy, as it was a nice day and I’d have happily walked the short distance. Because the day had passed so quickly I decided on an open sandwich with a small salad, even before I got there.

The café was busy again, and Roy had my espresso pouring as I reached the counter. He grinned at me as he told me he’d had great morning. A large group of German tourists had been in and he was impressed that they all spoke English so well. He told me that he had made almost twenty pounds in tips just that morning, which he said he would add to what he had already, so he could begin to repay me for the clothes I’d bought for him. I told him we would talk about that later. I had no intention of taking any money from him, especially as I was paying Jean three-quarters of his wage to work for her!

Jean and I waved to each other through the hatch, and she pointed to her watch then held up two fingers, so I took her to mean that she would chat to me at two o’clock. I wasn’t wrong. When she did join me, she invited Roy to sit with us for a coffee too. He deserved the break she told me, praising him highly for his work of the morning. She told me then, that she had managed to get an appointment the following Tuesday with Pete’s headmaster at three o’clock in the afternoon. I told her I would be there, and I would try and get my solicitor to attend the meeting, too.

I asked her how things were ‘at home’, and she said that Pete was fine, but her younger daughter Penny, had accidentally told her oldest daughter Mandy about Pete’s admission that he was gay, and Mandy of course, had immediately run to Matt, Pete’s homophobic older brother, so the atmosphere was a bit strained in her home above the shop and café.

I asked if it would help things if Pete stayed with Shane and me over the weekend, and she thought that was a great idea, as it would mean the ‘the two boys’ wouldn’t be fighting all weekend, even if just verbally.

As I was leaving, I asked Roy if he could arrange ‘nicely’ with his Mam to stay over either Friday and Saturday, or at least Saturday night. He said he would try, but if she started yelling at him, he would just walk away from her. I was really sad that he should have such a difficult home life with his step-mother and told him that regardless of all things, I would like him to join us for our evening meals, as both Shane and Pete would be there as well.

He grinned at me and told me, Nothing will keep me away from you, Sir.

I smiled, then winked at him and as he grinned back, I wondered just how seriously he had meant his comment.

I decided to give the lads, and myself, a treat for our meal, so went to the butcher on the way home and got four large t-bone steaks. I knew that Shane and Pete liked steak and hoped Roy did too but the first thing I did when I got home was to telephone my lawyer, who was also a personal friend.

I managed to speak to him and told him all about Pete, his situation with the bullying at his school because of his sexuality, my unofficial meeting with his headmaster the previous week in the café., and the meeting with him, with Jean, the following Tuesday afternoon. He checked his diary, told me he could re-arrange a couple of things and would meet us outside the school just before three o’clock, then we said goodbye to one another.

Returning to the kitchen, I peeled some large potatoes to make chunky wedges, then got an assortment of vegetables to do a hot mixed salad. I put the sliced potatoes into salt water to keep them fresh, cleaned and diced the vegetables, and put them into another bowl, all ready to be cooked later.

A large lemon meringue pie was next, and after doing the base and filling, whipped the egg whites and put the pie into the oven to bake whilst the steaks and vegetables began to cook. I kept an eye on the pie though, and took it out just as the peaks browned. I made sure there was cream in the fridge, then made a coffee and sat drinking it whilst smoking a cigarette.

As I smoked it, I wondered what the weekend would bring. I prayed the boys would all behave and not do anything to spoil it. I was astonished though, when I saw Pete turn into the courtyard and glanced at the clock. The afternoon had flown by and it was now almost four o’clock. He grinned at me as he came in, dropped his bag and hugged me. He was looking much happier today. After our hug, I told him to go and get changed then to come down and get his snack.

He wriggled against me as he hugged me again, so I gave his butt a hard smack and he grinned up at me, then after an attempt to tickle me as we parted, he dodged me to get round to the other side of the counter, where he bent to open his rucksack, took a well filled carrier bag out of it, then scampered out the kitchen. I decided a tickling session would be in order when he reappeared. I took his rucksack to my office, then returned to the kitchen, poured a cola for him, then waited for him to come down.

When he came in I was surprised to see he was wearing his rugby top and a pair of shiny athletic shorts. I told him he looked smart and he grinned at me, then asked when we would have our tea. I told him I’d make it for Shane getting here at six, so he asked if he could maybe have a sandwich. I suggested something less filling, so he grinned and opted for crisps instead, which he ate, and drank his cola, as we talked about his day in school. I told him about his mum’s appointment on Tuesday, and told him I would bring him home from school that day along with his mum.

Once he had finished his snack I carried on chatting for a few minutes, then told him we needed to get his homework done. I stood back to let him lead the way and followed him into the hall, where I grabbed him, got him down onto the floor and began to I tickle him. He giggled and squirmed as I tickled him relentlessly. He was laughing and giggling, wriggling and squirming, and although he was pleading with me to stop, I knew he was really enjoying it so carried on for a few minutes.

I pinned him flat on his back with his arms spread either side of his head whilst squatting over his thighs, then when he wriggled a little, I got both of his wrists in one hand and began to tickle his belly again. His top had ridden up, so I could tickle his bare skin. He giggled and spluttered but his face was lit up and he looked gloriously happy.

I knew that time passing, but I also knew that Shane would have homework to do when he got here too, and Pete could do his at the same time if we ran late, so eventually I let him relax for a few moments to get his breath back, and bounced a little on his thighs.

He managed to hunch up a little, then I began to tickle him again. He wriggled free and half curled up as I tried to get to his belly. My hand brushed against something firm and I realised he had a hard-on. I ignored it, tickled him for a few moments more, than sat back and pretended I needed to get my breath back.

Pete folded his arms behind his head, lay on his back and grinned up at me as he got his breath back too. I held my hand out to pull him up and as he was halfway up, he leapt onto me and began wrestling with me. He was strong, I knew that, but it was several weeks since we had done this, and he’d got stronger. He managed to get me onto my back and he sat on my middle and began to tickle me.

That was my weakness, and he quickly had me giggling and wriggling as badly he had done. I was almost helpless and he knew it. He eventually decided I’d had enough and sat back, resting his full weight on the tops of my thighs, then slid his bum down to my knees and leaned forward, stretched a little so his head was laying on my leather jeans. He sniffed the leather just above my groin then lifted his head and grinned at me.

I could lay here and smell that all day, Uncle Jay, he said, then lay his face onto my hip and made it obvious he was inhaling the aroma of good leather, leather balm and patchouli oil. He moved his hand over and felt the leather over my hip opposite his face. These feel nice, much nicer than my jacket, he said quietly.

He was having an effect on me that no almost sixteen year old should have, so I pulled myself up, then moved out from beneath him, forcing him to sit up.

They are nice, I told him, then grinned and poked his tummy, and once you’re sixteen, you can lay like that if you want and have a proper feel of them.

He smiled at me and said quietly and suggestively, I’m virtually sixteen now.

But that’s the point, I told him, you’re not sixteen yet! And if I was to let you touch me, or worse, I touched you, in what’s called, an inappropriate way, I’d be breaking the law.

He looked at me, then after a moment said seriously, but suggestively, sometimes you have to break some laws to have fun.

I looked at him in surprise and told him firmly, well, I haven’t broken any laws since I was even less than your age.

I stood, then reached out, he took my hand, and I pulled him up to stand beside me. He looked a little crestfallen, so as he moved forward, I gave his butt a firm pat and told him with a chuckle, you’re a wee monkey and I should tan that for you.

He wiggled his butt, looked over his shoulder at me and grinned. I made to chase him and he scampered into the office, where he was grinning from ear to ear when I went in.

I smiled at him, then told him kindly, time to calm down and concentrate, lad, let’s get stuck in to your homework.

He smiled and opened his bag and we began. It was obvious that he was enjoying his school work and didn’t really need my help, but I think having the moral support of someone he trusted and loved, both helped him to focus and to push the horrors of the bullying out of his mind.

We were almost finished when Shane came in just before half past five, his usual Friday after school time, and came in to the office, correctly guessing that would be where we were. He grinned at me and almost knocked me over as he rushed over and hugged me. I hugged him back as despite, or maybe because of everything, I was glad to see him. I kissed his forehead and he threw his head back, his eyes sparkling and said, I’ve missed you Uncle Jay.

I’ve missed you too, you wee scamp, I told him, ruffling his hair. I gave him a firm smack on his butt and he wriggled up against me, smiling at me. I kissed his forehead again, squeezed him tightly, then let him go.

He turned and said, Hiya Pete, and smiled as Pete went to him and hugged him tighter than he usually did.

Hiya mate, he said.

Shane looked a little surprised but happily gave his friend a firm hug back.

We went through to the kitchen then, so I could make a drink for us all, then took some money from the housekeeping jar in the cupboard, turned to face the two of them and said, Pete, can you pop down to your Mum’s and get me two rolls of film please. One hundred ASA, thirty six frames each. This should cover it, and I handed him the five pound note I had in my hand.

I looked at Shane and told him firmly, I need to speak to you before we do anything else, so would you go to my office please?

His face fell, but he turned and walked towards the hall. I smiled at Pete as he was about to leave and told him, Don’t worry about Shane, if he says the right things, his backside is safe.

Pete grinned at me, then asked, How long will I give you?

Mm, maybe half an hour? I suggested.

OK, see you then, he said and left.

I went to my office. Shane was standing beside the settee looking nervous.

Take your blazer off and put it on the chair over there, lad, I told him, and waited beside the end of the settee for him to do so. He returned, walking slowly, to stand at the end of the settee facing me, his head turned down.

I sat on the settee and said, come and sit, lad, and as he looked at me in surprise, I patted my lap. He slid onto my lap and leaned into me, his arm around my shoulders.

"By all accounts, I should strap your backside and your hands for you, lad," I began.

He dropped his eyes from mine, then nodded. I heard him swallow with a gulp.

I moved his head with my hand to make him look at me, then told him, I love you Shane and just because I’m helping Pete with his homework, doesn’t mean I love you any less. You’re special, very special, to me, and always will be.

His eyes filled with tears and he looked down at his lap.

I stroked his back with one hand. I could feel his body heat through the crisp nylon of his shirt, and gently stroked his leg, just above his knee, with my other.

I know you were feeling jealous of Pete being here, and I’m sorry. I’m sorry too, that I didn’t say more to you last weekend, why I was spending time with the lad, but I’m sure he’ll explain things to you himself later on, I told him quietly and gently.

Shane looked at me. The tears were beginning to over flow from his eyes.

But, your behaviour at home at the beginning of the week was appalling, I told him, then reminded him, and you know I will not tolerate you being like that, don’t you?

He nodded.

You know what I should do now, don’t you? I asked him quietly.

He swallowed, then mumbled, Punish me, Uncle Jay.

Indeed, I should! But, before I do, I want to know your reasons for your behaviour, I said firmly, and I want the truth, no ifs, buts, or evasions!

He was silent for a moment, then looked at me, dropped his eyes a little, then told me, I’m sorry I was bad, but when you left with Roy, I felt like you were happy to leave me behind. I know I was stupid. I know you love me. Then I had my dream again on Sunday night. I almost phoned you in the middle of the night, I felt so lonely.

Carry on, I said quietly.

At school on Monday, I tried to phone you at lunchtime, but there was no answer, and I felt so alone, he said.

I was out on Monday until about three-thirty, I told him quietly.

I.. I forgot at the time that you always go to the city on Mondays, he said, but I just felt so alone, then when I got home, the brats were noisy and Mum was fussing over them. She only said hello to me, she didn’t even turn round.

Did you say hello to her? Or give her a hug when you got home? I asked him gently.

He looked at me in surprise, then mumbled, No.

So you went home in a bit of a bad mood, ignored your Mum, and were then surprised that she went into a bit of a mood with you? I asked him.

He looked at me in surprise again as the realisation of his stupidity hit him. I.. I never thought of it like that, he replied quietly.

After a moment, he told me, But, I went into even more of a mood, then I had the dream on Monday night too, and that made me feel even worse.

I waited for him to say more, I remembered to write some of it down for you, he said quietly, but I’ve left it at home.

Mum told me she’d phoned you, and what you’d said. I tried to be nicer, but I just felt so… so.. alone, he said quietly.

I wish I could live with you, Uncle Jay, I never feel like I’m alone when I’m with you, even when I’m on my own, he said then, a little wistfully.

We’ll talk about that at bedtime, I told him quietly.

I rocked him from side to side for a moment, then asked him, do you feel as if your Mum treats you differently to your brothers because you’re adopted?

He looked at me in horror and shook his head, No, not at all!

Do you miss your Dad? Is that it?

He shook his head, I haven’t even thought of him for years now, he told me quietly, adding almost as a whisper, As far as I’m concerned, you’re my Dad.

I squeezed him in response, How’s school then? Any problems there? I asked.

No, he said, sounding genuinely surprised, school’s great. He actually sounded enthusiastic too.

So, you have no problems in your life, nothing is bothering you? I asked.

Not really, he said after a moment’s hesitation.

Right then, this punishment, what’s it be, do you think? I asked a little more firmly.

I’m sorry. I suppose I was really stupid and just didn’t think. I’m sorry I got jealous of Pete, too. He’s my best mate and I’d do anything to help him too. I… I know I deserve a proper leathering, he said seriously, although quietly.

I was still stroking his back and leg, and he looked at me. His tears had dried up a little although his eyes were still moist.

Stand up, I told him, and he did so, moving towards the end of the settee, but I pulled him back and told him, I’m not going to strap you, or even belt your hands, but drop your trousers and shorts then get over my knee.

He looked at me in surprise. I hadn’t spanked him for quite a long time, but he moved round to stand to my right, slowly undid his belt and flies, then slid his trousers down, and they dropped to his ankles.

Kneel here, I said pointing to the spot on the floor between my legs, and he did so. He pushed his boxers down to his knees, then laid himself over my left knee and dropped his head to the floor.

I moved him a little to get his butt into the right position, then ran my hand over the two pink mounds to let my muscles know where the target was, lifted my hand up, then began to spank him, slapping each cheek in turn, until he began to yelp.

After about nine or ten smacks, I ran my hand over his reddened cheeks and felt that they were warm, so gave him another two on each cheek, by which time he was pushing his legs out, wriggling, clenching his butt, and yelping quietly after each smack, but I gave him another six on each cheek, by which time he was really wriggling around in discomfort and yelping each time I smacked his rear end.

That’s it, you can stand up now, I told him.

He got himself standing up, pulled his boxers, then his trousers up, tucked his shirt in then did himself up. I stood up and hugged him. He pressed himself hard against me and said, I’m sorry Uncle Jay, really I am. I’m sorry for being so stupid.

I gave his butt a gentle rub and told him, I’m sorry too, lad.

He hugged me tightly, and said, his face turned up a little to look me in the eye, Thank you for spanking me. Thank you for caring about me. I do love you, Uncle Jay.

I kissed his forehead then held him by his shoulders at arm’s length from me, looked straight into his dark blue eyes and told him seriously, I love you too, Shane. Never, ever, forget that.

I pulled him into me again and hugged him again, then patted his butt, and he moved back a little then held out his hand. I took it and we shook hands, Thank you for just spanking me, Uncle Jay, I know I really did deserve a lot more.

I smiled at him. He gave me a little smile, then said suggestively, But I’d rather you gave me the belt than spank me. That hurt more than your trouser belt would have.

Good, maybe it’ll teach you a lesson. Maybe I need to spank you more often instead of just using a belt or strap, I said with a little smile.

No.. no.., you’re sound, he said with a smile, taking a half step back from me, but he knew he was in my good books again, the belt is fine, I’ll take the belt any time I deserve it.

I chuckled and ruffled his hair and stood back from him. I knew what I wanted to do now, but he didn’t, so I said to him, as firmly as I could, now that the bad part was over with, Right then, lad. Go to the cupboard and get, I paused as his face fell, my photography lights out, I want to take some pictures of my handsome nephew in his school uniform before you go and change.

His face lit up and he broke into a grin. As he got the lights out, I told him, I’ll need the reflectors too.

We shared a common interest in photography, so he knew what I meant, and how I would want them set up. Once we had everything in the hall and I told him where I wanted things set up, pointing at the little bits of camera tape I had put on the floor when photographing Pete.

I left him to it, while I put the camera onto the tripod. He plugged up the lights and switched them on and switched on the hall’s lights. I told him to stand at the opposite side of the fireplace to where I’d had Pete stand five days before, checked for shadows, then told him, Go and wash your face, straighten your tie, tuck your shirt in properly and get yourself looking really smart, then put your blazer on.

As he was going to the toilet to wash his face, Pete arrived with the films. I thanked him, put one into the camera, then got him to stand in position so I could check the focus, once I had double checked that the camera was on its taped marks and at the same height and angle to the wall as it had been on Monday.

When I said it was all fine he came to look at the camera, and Shane came back in a moment later. He had done as I asked, and combed his hair. He was looking presentable again. He fetched his blazer and put it on.

I told him to button it, then I moved him into position. I told Pete to stand beside, but just behind me, so that he and Shane could talk, but wouldn’t make Shane look away from the camera. We made Shane smile and laugh, taking several pictures as he did so. A slight change of pose followed with his jacket unbuttoned, then another, and another, then several with his jacket off, including the mirrored positions of those when I had got Pete to show his rear.

It didn’t matter if the poses weren’t identical, they were two people, but I intended getting some positives made in a much larger size than eight by five, and doing a bit of editing on the positives, then photographing them, to make it look like the two lads had been there at the same time.

I used both rolls of film, and put them into their canisters, then into the centre drawer of my desk in the office after which I moved the camera close to the wall so it wouldn’t get knocked over by accident, told Shane to switch off the flood lights and reduce the lighting in the hall, then went to finish cooking our meal. When they both came into the kitchen I gave Shane a hug, kissed his forehead, then told him he had plenty of time to go and get changed.

Pete asked if he could go with Shane, and I told him that of course he could, but that the meal would be ready in about fifteen minutes. I suspected that Pete was going to tell Shane what he had told Roy the previous day. I was wondering what was delaying Roy when he came in from the courtyard, still wearing his smart trousers and white shirt, which was opened at the neck. The end of his tie was hanging out of his left trouser pocket.

Sorry I’m late, Sir, he said, but it was the usual arguments, he told me. He had three or four carrier bags with him.

Clothes? I asked him, nodding at the bags.

Yes Sir, mostly clean, but may I use the machine to wash some? he asked.

Of course you can, lad, but just dump the dirty ones in the basket in the utility room, then run up and change and leave your clean ones in your room, I told him, then said, Shane’s here, he and Pete are in his room.

Thank you Sir, I’ll be quick, he said, and almost skipped past me to the utility room, coming back in after a few seconds, sliding his hand round my back as he passed me, then almost ran to his room.

The three lads came down together about ten minutes later. Shane had his arm round Pete’s waist who was positively glowing.

Uncle Jay, Shane said, Pete thought I wouldn’t like him any more, because he’s just told me he’s gay. I told him I knew years ago that he was gay.

I smiled, winked at Shane then said to Pete, What did I say to you?

He grinned at me.

Roy looked at me, then to Pete, then to Shane and said, Shane. Mate. Pal. I’m gay too.

Shane burst out laughing, but Pete said quietly, He is, Shane, really.

I am, Shane, I’m gay, Roy said seriously.

Now I’ve seen everything, Shane said, then winked at Roy as he said, You hid that well, didn’t you, mate?

Roy just shrugged his shoulders but smiled at him.

Right, I said. I had been serving up the meal, Tea’s ready.

Three hungry, happy lads and one hungry, happy adult, sat down at the counter and began to eat. I looked at Shane and wondered about him. I thought I would watch him a little more closely over the weekend, to see if there were any tell-tale signs that he was gay too. I had picked up on his little hesitation before answering, when I had asked if he had any other problems.

As we all chatted light-heartedly during the meal, I wondered what this weekend would bring. When we finished the steaks, which all of the boys loved, having discovered that Roy loved steak as much as Shane and Pete did, he cleared the table and served up the pie.

I teased Shane as I always did, when Roy cut the first slice from it, telling him the little piece was his, and I would have the rest. Pete thought I was serious when I said I didn’t think he and Roy would like it anyway. Roy and Shane knew I was teasing, and more giggling ensued after that.

When we finished, Roy made the after meal drinks as I told Shane and Pete, When we’re finished our meal, we’ll get your homework done and out of the way. Roy already knew I wanted Shane to get his school work done before anything else and he told me, I’ll clear everything up and tidy the kitchen while you work with them, Sir.

Thanks Roy, I told him with a smile and he smiled at me, his eyes sparkling.

Shane gave a minor protest about doing his homework first but he knew it was the routine, and I only had to give him a stern look for him to agree to get it done. I made them sit in the dining room while I supervised them. Shane gave Pete a little help with his English, and Pete gave Shane help with his Maths. I was pleased to see that they worked well together, and I decided I would advance the bedtime conversation to earlier in the evening when we all went to the living room.

I went to check on Roy. He was having a cigarette in the kitchen, which was now spotless and the dishwasher was making its gurgling and splashing noises. I even heard the washing machine running in the utility room too.

You’ve been busy, thank you, I told him with a smile, and he stood up.

I moved closer and gave him a firm hug, then stroked his butt. He smiled at me and began to thrust his groin against mine. We were both quickly aroused and I smiled at him and told him he was a tease.

Maybe I deserve to be given a little punishment if I’m teasing you, Sir? he suggested quietly, glancing over his shoulder to confirm we were alone.

I gave his butt a firm smack which made him grin and told him I wanted to have a chat with the three of them once the boys had finished their homework, then we would watch a movie or do something else, depending how the time went. He told me he was happy just to be with me.

I told him I thought we would only be about twenty minutes more, maybe less, then I gave him a light kiss on the lips, patted his butt, then went back to see how the boys were doing. They were still working, although were chatting more, now that I had left them, but they soon got their homework finished.

Once they had completed everything they had to do and their books and things had been put back into their school bags, I told them to put them in their rooms, then we would have a chat in the living room. I called Roy through, and he and I went through together and waited for the two boys. He sat beside me and stroked my thigh, applying enough pressure on the leather of my jeans for it to feel really nice.

About five minutes later, he withdrew his hand and moved away a little as we heard the other two come down stairs. Shane slid onto my knee, Pete sat beside me, then Roy moved and sat on the floor as he had done before, leaning against my legs, with his arm resting across Shane’s legs, which were across both mine and Pete’s thighs. I felt good. I ruffled Pete’s and Shane’s hair, then reached down and ruffled Roy’s.

After a moment, I asked Shane, Tell me Shane, is there much bullying at school.

No, Uncle Jay, he told me, you know they have a zero tolerance towards any and all bullying. There might be an occasional bit of teasing, or maybe someone will do a bit of verbal, but it gets stopped almost as soon as it starts. No, Uncle Jay, school’s really great on the score.

What are the teachers like? Do any of them insult or bully the kids? I asked next.

He looked at me as if I had just landed from Mars.

What? They wouldn’t dare. You know that, Uncle Jay. Any pupil can report any teacher to the school counsellor if they did something like that. No, all the teachers are really supportive, we can even speak to them about personal stuff like… His voice trailed off, and he paused before saying quietly, like when Uncle Nick died.

I wasn’t convinced that was what he had originally meant, but didn’t push it.

How’s the music department these days? was my next question.

With Pete being a keen guitarist, I wanted to ensure that his interest there would be encouraged.

It’s great, Shane enthused then, there’s even three or four rock bands as well as the orchestra and choir, in which latter he sang. He had a really nice tenor voice.

What about sports? I asked, reaching for a cigarette.

Roy got the pack, took two out and lit them then handed me one. As Shane was speaking, I noticed the little glance that Roy gave him as he lit the two ciggies.

Shane was saying, Oh, come on Uncle Jay. You know the first fifteen have won the inter schools cup for the last four years running, and the football team have been doing quite well too. I wish I was good enough to play for the team. The athletes and swimmers do really well too.

What’s this all about? he asked curiously.

I smiled then told the three of them something that Roy already knew, I have a meeting with Pete’s headmaster on Tuesday to try and get him to stop the bullying at the Academy, but I don’t hold out much hope, even though I’ve got one of the company’s lawyers going to the meeting too.

I paused, winked at Roy, then told them, I didn’t know who it was at the time, but I’ve already crossed swords with Pete’s headmaster. As far as I’m concerned, he’s a nasty little bigoted fool, who will need a court case against him before he changes his ways, or even complies with the requirements of the law.

I took a drag in my cigarette before continuing, I’m quite happy to take him to court, but I don’t want Pete to suffer whilst that’s in process, as it could take up to a year before it’s settled.

I looked at Pete then and smiled at him. Pete, if you were given the chance, and the school was prepared to take you, would you like to go to Shane’s school in Edinburgh? I asked him, stroking the back of his hair as I did so.

He looked at me and sat upright, Mum couldn’t afford the fees that Shane’s Mum pays, he said sadly, then, sounding more positive, told me, otherwise it sounds great, like a really good school.

I chuckled and confessed something, It’s not his Mum that pays Shane’s school fees, it’s me.

Shane went rigid and looked at me in surprise, then relaxed and snuggled in to me as he gave me a contented smile.

I looked at Pete then, and I’d happily pay for yours too, Pete. I can afford it, and even your Mum calls me your Uncle now, I said with a smile as I poked his side.

He smiled then asked quietly, What if I don’t get in? What if they don’t want me, I mean, Mr Grant is bound to tell them about the rumours.

Even if he did, said Shane brightly, there’s some gay guys at school and they get on all right.

I can make sure they take you, I told Pete, looking directly at him, so don’t worry yourself on that score. But let’s wait to cross any bridges until we get to them.

Now, I said, how are you two doing with your stopping smoking? I asked them, looking at each one of them I turn.

You know I’m not doing too well, Pete replied quietly, looking me in the eye.

When I smiled and said, I’m sure we’ll see a difference after tomorrow, lad, he nodded and I saw his eyes flick to Shane and back to me. That tiny flick confirmed my suspicions.

And you, Shane? I asked him, looking at him.

It’s been okay, he said brightly, except he dropped his eyes from mine as he said it.

Has it? I asked, I won’t mind if you’ve had one or two, Shane, but I’ll be most unhappy if you tell me you haven’t smoked, when you have been.

No, Uncle Jay, he said, trying to sound innocent, but avoiding my eyes with his, It’s not been as hard as I thought it would be.

I had noticed in the side of my eye that Roy was looking at Shane with an expression of surprise.

Well, that sounds like you’ve done well, keep it up, lad, I said.

My voice didn’t sound as enthusiastic to me ears as I had tried to make it. I also didn’t pet him and he squirmed a little on my lap.

What will we do now? he asked quietly, it’s almost nine?

How about a movie? suggested Pete, and Roy said, I’d be happy with that.

Shane brightened up and said, How about a movie, and maybe a little spritzer?

Sounds good to me, I said to them all with a smile. I was prepare to give Shane the benefit of my doubt but suspected he would be getting strapped, not just for smoking, but for lying to me about having stopped before the weekend had passed, so I gave Pete a squeeze, squeezed Shane’s leg and gave him a kiss on his forehead which made him smile at me and tickle the back of my neck, then I ruffled Roy’s hair.

Pete moved forward, Roy moved back and began to stand up and Shane slid off my lap, then we all moved to go to the kitchen, and with drinks and snacks organised, we went to the sitting room. I let the boys pick a film from the library of cassettes I had, and we settled down to watch the film.

Shane sat across my lap, Pete snuggled beside me, and Roy snuggled against my legs. Once the lights were out, he ran his hand between my legs and lightly stroked the inside of my thigh with his finger-tips.

The boys really enjoyed the