New Beginnings Part 4: Danny Gets A Promise

By Marc Murrey

Part 4 of the saga about wealthy, handsome and sexy John Burnette, a dominant top who likes disciplining young men and his growing entourage of willing ‘boys’. The story of Shane, Pete and Roy continues, as Roy expands his limits, Billy becomes a regular visitor and we meet Danny Dunbar, who just might also have his own story to tell. Each youth has a nicely shaped butt and take a strap willingly.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marc Murrey
• Release date: Jul 29, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476357812

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 4

Danny Gets A Promise

By

Marc Murrey

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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, some of which may be considered offensive by some readers.

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CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Roy and I sat in the living room, or at least, I sat in the settee while he lay face down across my lap with one hand propping up his head to speak to me, as I petted his cute, pert little bum. We were both aroused. I could feel his rigid, eleven inch long straight cock as it throbbed and twitched against my thigh while I petted him, and my cock was rigid from the thoughts I was having of what I was going to do to the backside I was caressing, once we went to bed.

I’d been glancing at the clock and when I saw it was almost ten-thirty, I suggested we go upstairs to see how Pete and Shane were getting on in the railway room on the top floor of the house. When we got into the room, we saw that Shane had been laying more underlay for the tracks and Pete was busy painting details into the previously plain white clouds he’d painted onto the ceiling. He’d finished maybe four or five square feet now and they looked really good with the various shades of grey in them now.

They’re really good! both Roy and I told him enthusiastically, very realistic, well done, lad, I said then, and he grinned at me.

How about this, Sir? Shane asked brightly, as he stood up and showed me how much more underlay he’d laid.

That’s great, Shane, I told him, we should be able to get a lot of the track laid tomorrow night, barring emergencies.

The two of them jumped down off the board and hugged me, as Roy told us, I’ll go and start the hot chocolates, Sir.

When we had all gone to the living room and after Roy brought the bedtime drinks through and with no hinting or asking in my part, we sat in what had become our usual supper-time family group, which was me sitting in the corner of the settee with Shane sitting across me, his back against the settee’s arm, his bum in the little space between my thigh and the arm of the settee. Pete sat close beside me, snuggling as close to me as he could get, and Roy sitting at my feet with his free hand between my legs under Shane, with his fingertips lightly stroking the inside of my thigh.

As we ate and drank, we talked about what we would do to the railway the following evening, and I reminded the two younger lads that they were to go to my sister Moira’s house, that is, Shane’s adoptive mum and his former home, after their games lessons.

Pete told me then that he was hoping to be selected for the second fifteen rugby team, as the coach had been really impressed with him during rugby practice the week before. I congratulated him and pulled him hard into me for a hug.

If I get selected Sir, how will I get to matches on a Saturday? he asked me then, as he almost lay on my lap looking up at me.

Well, that will depend on what time you have to be in the city for, I replied with a smile, if it’s after nine-thirty, you could go up and down by bus, or I can take you up and you can get the bus back?

He looked at me and smiled, then his face fell. Oh, but I’d be on my own, he replied, sounding disappointed.

I could come and watch you play, Weetie, Shane said then, sounding quietly enthusiastic.

Let’s cross the bridges when we come to them, I said with a smile and hugged them both, then I patted their legs and suggested, but I think it’s time for you two to head upstairs now, boys.

They grinned at me, each of them kissed one of my cheeks, then they went up to their rooms.

I’ll tidy up Sir, if you want to lock up? Roy said then as he stood up.

We hugged first and then I kissed him, then patted and squeezed his backside, before we smiled at each other and I left the room to check that all the outside doors were locked. Once I was upstairs I went into Shane’s room first to say goodnight. He was just getting into bed after his shower, and after I’d sat on the side of his bed he laid himself over my lap and squeezed my thigh as he looked up at me, with a tiny smile on his face.

I stroked his hair and shoulders and he sighed with contentment. Considering how the day had begun, with both him and Pete being in a huge sulk with me, not just because they had caught me and Roy having sex together, the two of us yelling out loudly in our ecstasy, but because they had thought I was hurting him.

I love you, Son, I said warmly after a moment and he sighed again, then sat propped himself up on one elbow.

I don’t know how you put up with me, Sir, he said with a little smile.

I chuckled and told him, It’s all part of growing up Shane, but next time you see something you don’t understand, please, Son? Speak to me before you go into a huff with me?

He smiled and kissed my cheek as he sat up, then told me, I will, Sir, I promise.

Time to settle down, I told him, and he slid into the bed and lay on his side.

Night night Son, sweet dreams, I told him as I stroked his hair.

Same to you, Sir, he said with a little smile.

Pete was next. I obviously caught him wanking when I went into his bedroom, next to Shane’s, without knocking on his door, as I saw the duvet get pulled up quickly as I stepped inside. I grinned at him, and he pushed the duvet down a little bit as his right hand went under it and obviously began to massage his cock.

I leaned over and kissed his forehead, Sweet dreams, lad, I told him with a smile.

I’m sorry we thought you were hurting Roy, he said with a little smile, I didn’t think you’d deliberately hurt him, but I wasn’t sure what you were doing to him.

I grinned and told him, well, now you know, lad. Sleep well.

Night, night Sir, he said with a smile as I left the room.

Roy was waiting for me, standing naked at the foot of the bed in my room, his erection standing straight up in front of him, and as I went in, I suddenly felt exhausted, and realised it had been a really tiring day. He moved forward and hugged me.

You look tired, Sir, how about I wash you and we just cuddle for a little while? he asked me.

I gave him a little smile and he began to undress me, then we went into the shower together. We washed each other quite gently and tenderly then dried each other after. Once we were in bed together we lay and hugged for a little while whilst we smoked a cigarette, sharing one between us, but once we’d finished it, Roy grinned at me, then slid down under the leather sheet, got my cock out of my nylon sports shorts and began to suck it.

He was getting really good at doing this and soon swallowed the head of my now rampant, nine inch long, thick cock. It only took a minute or two until I felt the familiar tingling in my balls and suddenly my climax began.

I’m cumming, I gasped as I stroked his hair, then with no further warning, my cum suddenly shot from deep inside my balls into the back of his throat as he stroked my balls, continuing to suck and lick my cock as he did so.

I produced a huge amount of cum, which was becoming normal for me now, and once I eventually finished pumping huge globs of my man-juice into his throat, he licked first around the head of my still rigidly hard cock, which made me giggle and flinch, then he licked down the shaft of it to my balls, before sliding up the bed to grin at, then kiss me.

I grinned at him after our mouths parted then slid down the bed and returned the favour. He climaxed within seconds of my swallowing his long, rock hard cock as I kneaded his bum cheeks and sucked on his cock, then we kissed again, before he rolled over to push his bum into my groin. I hugged him in to me and we both fell asleep quickly.

It seemed like I had only just dozed off when I woke suddenly. Shane had just crept into bed beside me. After he’d rolled onto his side and hugged me, I fell asleep again, feeling happy that he was completely out of his mood with me now. I slept right through until morning after that, when I was woken by the three of them coming in with my breakfast. Both Pete and Shane were dressed ready for school, but Roy had his new leather jeans on.

Morning Sir, the three of them chorused as I sat up, and was greeting by three smiling faces.

Good morning, I said, then asked, what time is it?

Twenty five to seven, Sir, we’ve been up since six-fifteen, Pete told me, as he leaned over the bed to hug me.

We’ve showered and dressed and had our fruit and juices, Sir, Shane told me then, as he leaned over to hug me.

Our toast and coffee is all ready, Sir, so you can have your breakfast and get a shower, Roy said with a smile, then he kissed me, as Pete put the bed table on top of me.

Well done, I said with a grin, I could get used to this, and I chuckled.

S-i-i-i-r? Roy asked me with a sweet little whine, like a little boy asking his Mum for a treat.

I raised an eyebrow as I looked at him expectantly.

Can we go to town on the Goldwing today? he asked.

I looked at him, then at Shane and Pete, who were both grinning.

If you two are happy in the side car, I told them, I suppose we could.

Oooh, yes please, Sir, Pete asked excitedly as Shane grinned at me.

I laughed. I suppose that’s settled then, bike leathers today for you and me, Roy, I told him, then winked at Shane.

Roy laughed, I know, Sir, I’m all ready, he said with a chuckle.

I got the feeling I had just been manipulated by the three of them again!

We’ll let you get your breakfast, Sir, Pete said then with a smile and the three of them left the room giggling together.

I smiled, then spread some lime marmalade on my toast. As I ate it and drank my coffee I thought about how considerate the three of them were being, despite, or maybe even because of, my practical and extremely painful, at least for them, demonstration to them a fortnight before, that I wouldn’t tolerate them breaking the rules.

As for treats, I was supplementing the allowance that Pete’s Mum was giving him, and gave Shane his full allowance. I’d got Jean to give Roy a pay rise after his first month of working in the café, because he was working so exceptionally hard there, as well as doing all sorts of things for me at home, and I knew he wouldn’t take money from me, so all three of them had more than enough pocket money to get whatever they needed or wanted, and not just on a day to day basis.

Roy and I had discussed about him contributing to the household, but I had insisted he save whatever money he had spare, rather than giving it to me. I had almost slipped up when we talked about it too, by almost saying ‘give back to me’. I’d had a bit of an argument with him, and I eventually had to order him, ‘as my sub’, to accept the situation or he would get a serious hiding, then still have to accept it. He’d grinned then and asked for a minor hiding instead, so I’d thrown him over my knee and given him a bit more than just a mild spanking, which had made him wriggle and giggle with delight as I’d made his backside heat up and sting for him.

But back to this morning, after I shaved and showered, and put on my biking leathers and boots, I got downstairs just after seven o’clock, just as Wendy was getting her cleaning materials together.

You’re naughty, she told me with a smile and wagging her finger at me, thank you, John, but that was too much.

She was referring to the extra I’d put into her wage packet the previous Monday, as a generous ‘thank you’ for all the help she’d given me the previous week. I just smiled and told her, You’re worth every penny, Wendy. She smiled her thanks again and squeezed my arm.

Shane poured me a coffee and Pete appeared with the tray from my room. The five of us had a coffee together, and I was amazed as we drank it when the boys told me they’d not only had their breakfast, but were ready to leave whenever I was ready.

I had a cigarette, lighting one each for Roy and Wendy, while Shane and Pete went to get their scarves and gloves, to wear in the side car. I told Wendy we’d see her the next day, and after Roy and I had put our leather biking jackets on, went out to the garage to put the rigid top onto the side car. of the Honda Goldwing.

He’d never really spent any time in the garage until now, and asked me what the third bike was that was under the dust sheet beside my other bike, the Suzuki GSX-R1100. When I told him it was Nick’s machine, which he’d been given at the end of filming ‘Blue Rider’, he got really excited and had to see it. He sat on it, then grinned at me, I’ve got a hard-on just from sitting on it!

He leaned forward and grabbed the handlebars, then looked at me grinning like a Cheshire cat as he said, I used to wank myself stupid looking at the picture of him on this machine and thinking of him belting me.

I laughed, then told him to get a move on, or I’d be belting his backside for him.

Ooh, Sir. Yes please, he said, impersonating Pete perfectly, except for the other lad’s deep gravelly voice, then he laughed and got off the bike. He bent over to help me push the Goldwing out of the garage and I gave his leather covered backside a hard smack with my gloves which made him laugh.

The drive up to Edinburgh from the village was quite pleasant for the time of year as the heating on the bike kept us all just warm enough on this chilly October morning, and Roy spent most of the journey with his gloved hands cupped on my crotch.

When we parked outside the boys’ school, Douglas College, and the two of them had climbed out of the side car., we quickly had a large group of lads of all ages gathered around us asking questions about the machine. It was obvious that many of them were envious of Pete and Shane’s mode of transport this morning!

My lads more than happily hugged me before they went to the school gates, and both of them grinned as they waved to us before they went inside.

Where to now, Sir? Roy asked me with a cheeky smile, and I told him, as I picked my crash helmet off the bike to put it back on, I’m going to take you home, take a strap to your cute little leather covered backside, then fuck you till you’re red raw.

He grinned at me then asked, I take it you’ll be breaking speed limits to get there, Sir?

I smiled and gave his thigh a squeeze once we were seated on the bike, when he laughed and told me, I’m rock hard now Sir.

He gripped my thighs with his and groped and squeezed my cock with his hands during the entire drive home, so my cock was more than rampant and ready for action when we pulled into the drive. We had the whole day to ourselves once Wendy left at eleven, so once we were inside I told him firmly, I want coffee, boy. We’ll have it with Wendy, then I’ll suggest she leaves early.

He grinned at me and almost stood to attention as he replied brightly, Yes Sir! then went quickly to the kitchen, where I joined him a few moments later. Wendy was happy to leave after our coffee. I think she quickly figured out that Roy and I wanted some time on our own. As soon as she’d gone, Roy came to where I was sitting on the stool, then sat on my knee facing me with his legs wrapped round my hips and kissed me passionately.

With his arms clasped round my neck he leaned his head back and asked suggestively, "So, Sir. This strapping I’m to get. Will it be a strap on my new leather jeans or my new belt on my bare tannable arse, Sir?

I grinned, kissed the end of his nose and winked, I was thinking, maybe both.

He grinned and guided my hand to his cock, which I felt was rock hard in his new, thick leather jeans. I stood up and he slid down off me then we stood, kissing. When we parted, I led him by the hand to my office, where we kissed again, then he said with a grin, I’ll get a tawse Sir, and you can strap my leather covered, tannable little arse for me.

As he went to the cupboard, I admired his cute rear end. The supple leather of his jeans hung nicely over him, clinging to the two small mounds of his butt, yet with a small fold between the bottom of his butt crack that moved a little as he walked, not as much as denim would have done, but enough to draw attention to his arse.

He returned with the three tailed extra heavy tawse, strap number two, and grinned as he handed it to me, then immediately bent over the back of the settee. His jacket creaked as he moved, and the new leather of his jeans made little squeaks as he bent over. I ran my hand over his upturned butt, feeling the soft, thick leather that was now drawn tautly over his butt.

That feels nice, Sir, he said, and I could hear in his voice that he was grinning.

I stood back and laid the strap over the middle of his butt, raised it, then brought it down really hard. It made an incredibly loud ‘smack’ noise at it struck the leather across the middle of his back pockets.

That was nice, Sir, he said with a chuckle, nice and tingly, Sir.

I smiled. It had felt like a satisfying stroke, the strap gripping against the leather of his jeans as it landed. I gave him another stroke and he wiggled his butt a little bit.

After every four or five strokes I ran my hand over his butt and felt his firm cheeks, squeezed them a little, then rubbed his butt firmly. He wriggled and said it felt really good each time, but after the fourth or fifth set of six strokes, he told me the tingle was beginning to sting more than just a little bit, but in a nice way, Sir.

He turned his head after a while and asked, "Could I try a couple of strokes from the borstal strap,

Sir?"

If you want it, get it boy, I told him sternly, so he stood up, kissed me then took the tawse from me and hung it in the cupboard, returning with the thick, heavy and wide borstal strap, which he handed to me, with a little smile on his face.

Get over the arm boy, I told him firmly, and he laid himself over the arm of the settee.

I gave him a hard stroke across the middle of his butt, then another lower down, which was still over his back pockets, then a third just below the pocket line and he gave a little yelp.

Hurts does it? I asked him with a chuckle.

Yes, Sir, but not nearly as bad through the leather as it would be bare arsed, he told me cheerfully.

I gave him another really hard stroke which caught the top of his legs, where I thought the crease point would be and he gave a bit more than a little yelp.

Had enough yet? I asked, a little less sternly.

Can I have another, please, sir? he asked cheerfully.

I laid it on really hard, just above where I thought his crease would be and he yelped again and I could see his butt clench through the leather, then he relaxed, so I laid it on hard yet again, in almost the same place.

Ow, he yelped, and his hands flew to his butt to give them a rub, but he quickly removed them, so I gave him another stroke, just as hard, in exactly the same place.

He gasped, and I asked, Is that enough now boy?

He chuckled and asked, May I stand now Sir, please?

One more, I told him, and gave him another even harder stroke, which landed half on, half below, the back pockets on his backside.

He yelped and rubbed his backside, as I told him, Now you can stand up.

He stood up, turned and I saw he was grinning. His hard-on was making the front of his jeans bulge tightly over where his rigid cock was curled, probably uncomfortably, almost into a full circle, as he moved close to me, hugged me then we kissed passionately.

When we parted, he said, I’ll put this away Sir, if I may?

I nodded, and he picked the strap up and took it back in the cupboard, then I saw his pause, and a moment later, he returned carrying the heaviest, widest, and longest of all the straps. The enormous prison strap.

Can I try one stroke of this please, Sir? he asked, and for the first time this morning, his voice had a tremor of nervousness in it.

I smiled and took it from him and he bent over the back of the settee again. I laid the strap across his pert little backside, feeling slightly amazed at the weight of the thick strap. It was three feet long, almost four inches wide and half an inch thick, with half inch holes in it, similar to the borstal strap, but much, much heavier. Nick, who had bought it from a sale room somewhere, had only ever let me use it on him once, and he had complained it was too sore, even when lightly used on his bare butt.

I lifted it to my shoulder and the strap flexed and hit my back. It felt almost as if I had been punched lightly. I swung it down hard and landed with an incredibly loud crack across the middle of Roy's leather covered backside, where the black leather was stretched the tightest across his rounded bum cheeks.

He yelped loudly and his hands flew to his backside as he almost collapsed onto the floor, gasping.

Oh God, Sir, that hurts, he gasped out, even through the leather it stings like fuck and it felt like I'd been kicked too.

He stood up then, but was grinning, so I told him, what have I said about language boy?

His face suddenly fell, then he stammered, Oh. Oh. Sorry for swearing, Sir. It's just it hurt so much.

Well, you can get bent over and get another stroke of it to remind you about your language, I told him sternly.

I wanted to see if I could make him take another stroke, just as much as I wanted to give him another one.

His face fell, but he turned and obediently bent himself over the settee again.

I took aim, then swung the strap down just as hard, maybe even harder, than the first stroke and it landed in almost the same place on his backside, but with a louder smack sound and I felt it really bite into his leather covered backside.

He yelped loudly, so I told him he could stand up.

Oh Sir, that really really hurts, Sir, he said in a complaining tone of voice, as his hands flew to his backside and rubbed it. But he was grinning at me too.

I held the strap out to him to take back to the cupboard and he told me, sounding a bit sly, but I'm almost cumming Sir.

When he returned to where I was standing, I grabbed him and began to kiss him, again roughly and passionately. He was incredibly aroused, and my cock was rock hard. We moved to the settee and he got my cock out of my jeans, then undid his belt and fly and dropped his jeans a little. He took a tube of KY from his pocket and was about to lubricate my cock, when I stopped him and said firmly, we still have something to do first, boy, now take your belt off and hand it to me.

He grinned at me as he straightened up, laid the KY tube onto the back of the settee then began to take his thick, wide belt from the loops of his jeans.

I reckon this one will really sting, Sir, he said with a cheeky smile on his face and glint on his eye.

I took it from him and told him as I rolled the belt over the buckle in my hand, It feels dense enough to sting, lad.

He grinned then turned and pushed his jeans down to his knees before laying over the arm of the settee and wriggling into position where his butt was pointing to the ceiling. I saw that his backside was already quite red all over, and surprisingly, the holes from the two heavier straps had left well defined red spots on his skin.

I moved to one side of him and laid the belt across his bared rear end. The skin on his bum cheeks was reddened more than just a little from the effects of the heavy strap and I wondered just how much of a hiding this lad would be able to take as a precursor to sex. I raised the thick belt and swung it down fairly hard.

It was an effective punishment instrument. As it struck his smooth, hairless backside, the leather snatched at the skin and he yelped quite loudly. I chuckled and gave him another stroke getting the belt to land exactly alongside the previous stroke, making the previous bright red strap line wider, which made him yelp again.

As I raised the belt to give him the next stroke he chuckled out loud as he told me, that stings as bad as number five Sir, maybe even number four.

I swung it down again and he yelped again, then I told him, I’ll need to remember that then lad, and make sure you wear this whenever we’re out on our own together, just in case you misbehave.

Before he could answer, I gave his reddened backside another whack with the heavy belt and after he’d yelped, he giggled and told me, if I thought you’d use it on me outside somewhere Sir, I’d make sure I did something to deserve it.

I gave him another stroke of it, somewhat harder this time, and his yelp of pain was quite loud as pulled his legs up involuntarily.

I’m sure you could be cheeky enough to make me want to use this on you, I told him then, as he turned to smile at me, rubbing his backside with one hand, I’d just have to find a discrete layby or a reasonably private toilet in a department store or café.

He chuckled as he lay back into position. I gave him another three strokes, making eight in total. He yelped a little more loudly after each one. After the last one, he rubbed his backside and made to stand up, so I told him, two more boy.

He settled back into position, so I made the next stroke as sore as I could, swinging the belt down quickly with as much force behind it as possible, then did the same again, when I said he could stand up. He yelped after each stroke, and then slid off the arm of the settee to kneel beside it, rubbing both of his arse cheeks.

That was really sore, Sir, he said plaintively, but when he looked up at me a moment later, he had a huge smile on his face.

He stood up as I moved towards him and we kissed, then he picked up the KY from the back of the settee, lubricated my rock hard cock, which had pre-cum dribbling out of it, then turned and bent over the back of the settee and guided my cock to his tight little cherry.

I pushed to enter him, then slid all the way up inside him. He gasped, then thrust his hips back against me and I felt his arse cheeks against my groin. His skin was surprisingly hot, which was a huge turn on for me, and I began to fuck his tight little hole. He wriggled around as I impaled him on my rock hard cock, then he began to flex his muscles as I moved in and out of him.

We’d started with me moving slowly, but I gradually increased the speed I was thrusting in and out of him, until I was really ramming my cock hard into him, as far as it would go, his bum slapping against the front of my groin. He was gasping, yelping and moaning, Please. Fuck me sore Sir. Fuck me harder Sir, repeating this like a mantra as his fingers gripped my sides, his nails digging into me painfully, as he tried to pull me further into him with each forward thrust of my hips, then he grabbed the bottom of the front flaps of my leather jacket and used that to pull me into him with each thrust.

I held my climax back so it was several minutes before I let my orgasm rise. He was doing the same. I could feel him clamp his muscles tight to stop himself from cumming, until I gasped, almost there, when he began to flex his muscles even more.

I’m cumming, we both yelped almost simultaneously, and we both climaxed within a split second of each other. Once again we both produced a huge amount of cum, mine to be pumped deeply inside him, his splattering onto my hand and the back of the settee as I wanked him.

When we were both spent, I collapsed onto his back, my nostrils almost being assaulted by the smell of new leather from his jacket. He giggled, then I stood up and slowly withdrew from him, then we kissed tenderly, our hands caressing each other. After we’d wiped ourselves with some tissues, we pulled our clothes together then went upstairs to my bedroom where we lay on the bed kissing, still with our leather jackets and jeans on.

After a little while, Roy said suggestively, That’s a nice belt, Sir, and felt the thick belt in my jeans, would you use that one on my bare arse, Sir?

We kissed some more then I told him to stand up and drop his jeans. He did so, then still facing me, bent over and leaned his shoulders against the bottom of my legs. I took my belt off and gave him four strokes. After each one he said, That was nice Sir, can I have another?

I moved round then and used it the old fashioned way. Him touching his toes and me standing to one side behind him, and leathered across his butt. He wriggled after each stroke but said, That’s really nice, Sir, after every two or three lashes of it.

I lost count of how many times the belt landed on his behind, but the bright red that it had been, had turned a darker shade of red again. When he gave a little yelp after the belt landed quite hard, I gave him another three, really hard strokes, which made him yelp loudly after each one, then I moved and pressed my leather clad crotch against his backside.

Oh that’s nice Sir! Fuck me, please fuck me hard again, Sir? he asked as he pushed his rear end against me and wriggled.

I pulled him up and we ended up on the bed. I got his boots and jeans off, then he took mine off, as we kissed and petted, then still with our jackets on, he lay on his back and pulled his knees up. I entered him quite roughly, then we fucked, my cock going into him as deeply as it could with each thrust. The smell of his new leather jacket tickled my nostrils, and the combination of that and his natural body odour took me to new heights of arousal.

I fucked him really roughly, and he grabbed me, pulling me right into him. We kissed, then he arched his back and seemed to get a little more of me inside him, and I felt my climax rise.

To my shouts of, Yes! Yes! and his of Oh Sir, Sir! we both began to shoot our cum, mine pumping deep inside him, his splattering our t-shirts and jackets, from his shoulder down to our waists, as we shot our man juice out in tandem, spurt for spurt.

When we were done, I collapsed onto him and we kissed. Oh Sir, that was wonderful, he said quietly, with a contented smile on his face.

More than wonderful, I told him with a little chuckle, that was the best yet.

We lay together for several minutes, then with me still on top of and inside him, he lit a cigarette and put it into my mouth.

You too, I told him, and he lit one for himself then.

We lay like that and smoked, him blowing smoke rings to the ceiling, me sometimes exhaling my smoke into his face as he inhaled, so he was inhaling my smoke with his. I felt him get roused again against me, which made my cock rise inside him and he wriggled on it, so I blew more smoke at him to tease him and he grinned as his cock got harder.

I withdrew from him and put some more lube onto my cock, then slid inside him again and began to gently fuck him as we finished our cigarettes, then once they were finished, he arched his back and we fucked again, taking it slower and more gently this time, but still climaxing quite quickly, then we hugged and kissed. We lay and cuddled each other and smiled.

I love you Sir, Roy said quietly, looking into my eyes.

His eyes had turned sky blue again and were sparkling, almost as if he had been crying.

I love you too, I told him, sure now that I did indeed love him. We kissed, then I gave his butt a smack and we got off the bed and had a shower together. As we dried each other he asked if he could do some painting in the railway room, so I told him that would be fine, as I wanted to do some work upstairs too.

Once we were dressed in our working jeans and tops, we had coffee, discovering that it was now after twelve o’clock. He said he would make us some lunch at about one-thirty, so we went up to do our respective jobs, him to do some more work on the model railway, me to continue putting the tiles onto the walls of the second new shower room that I was creating at the other end of the top floor. Roy came through frequently to kiss me or pet me as I worked.

I was surprised when he came in and told me it was just after one thirty though, and told me he’d made a light lunch. I washed my hands and face in the utility room after we went down to the kitchen together, then we sat in the living room to eat our lunch with Roy sitting across my knee as Shane would have done.

It felt really good having his firm young body almost laying on me and I got roused again, but I knew we both had to make some progress on our projects, so didn’t take things any further.

We kissed and cuddled for a little while when we finished our lunch though, then Roy went back up to the top floor to continue working, whereas I went to the utility room to iron the boys’ shirts and trousers for school. It didn’t take long, as the shirts were the nylon drip dry type and just needed their collars and cuffs pressed, and a very quick run over with the iron, and there were only two pairs of trousers, one for each of them.

I took all the freshly pressed clothes upstairs when I finished, hung Shane’s on hangers and put them into his wardrobe, then took Pete’s to his room to do the same there. As I was hanging the shirts on the rail in the wardrobe, I saw something that I really hadn’t expected, nor wanted, to see.

With the leather buckle keeper hooked over the hanger and hanging down inside the football shirt that Pezza had given him, was a brown leather belt with a square, solid, gold coloured buckle which had the initials ‘P P’ engraved into it. As soon as I saw it, I remembered seeing it as Pezza had undressed. I wondered as my heart sank, when Pete had taken it; I knew he couldn’t have been given it, as I’d had the only key to the room after Pezza had undressed and I had locked the door of the room he’d used.

I left the belt where it was and went out of the room, feeling both a little bit sick at the thought of Pete’s dishonesty and sad that I would have to both speak to the lad, and then punish him for stealing, when he got home from school later.

I went upstairs then. Roy wouldn’t let me see what he had done with the scenic backdrop so far, telling me with a grin that it was nowhere near finished and looked like ‘a kid’s doodle’ still, so we kissed in the corridor and I left him, to go and continue working in the bedrooms.

I finished all the tiling of the walls and floors of the two shower rooms, and made the holes through the outside wall from the two new shower rooms, to connect the waste pipes from the various fittings to the downpipes outside, then began working on the plumbing system, but keeping one eye on the time, as we would have to leave at about four o’clock to go to the city and meet the boys at Moira’s. A little after three-thirty, I stopped working and went to see how Roy was getting on.

I was amazed when I went into the railway room and saw his ‘mountains’ backdrop, which he was painting onto the walls surrounding the railway’s baseboard. The scenery was really coming alive. He’d finished the narrow section at the far end of the layout and it was incredibly well done. He had captured the ‘light and shade’ effect of hills rolling into the distance perfectly, even though he was just using emulsion paint.

I told him how good it looked and he crawled over to me, jumped down onto the floor and we hugged. I asked him to put his brushes in water, then to get changed, ready for going to the city, and I’d make a coffee for us both.

I’ll make the coffee, Sir, he said brightly, but I gave him a firm pat on his backside and told him, grinning, I like to do things for you too, lad.

We had our coffees after we had both washed and quickly changed into our leather jeans and jackets again, then we drove up on the Goldwing to Edinburgh. Roy snuggled close in to me for the whole journey, only pulling back a little when we got close to Moira’s street, which although it was officially in Leith, was much closer to the more posh area of Trinity, than the docks.

Mike and Bob jumped on me as soon as we went inside and clung to me, almost choking me as they gripped the front of my jacket, making the collar tighten round my neck. They grinned and laughed as they told me over and over how much they’d enjoyed the party and asked me when the next one would be. I smiled and told them that the next party was for adults, but I’d do something at Christmas that they could come to.

They eventually slid down off me and we all enjoyed the meal that Moira had prepared, with Shane and Roy helping her to serve it.

Shane helped cook it, she told us all once we had sat down and I noticed he blushed a little when I looked at him, as Moira’s statement had surprised me. It was a long time since he’d helped his Mum in the kitchen.

As soon as he could get a word in, Pete told me excitedly that he’d been selected to play for the second fifteen rugby team, and had to be at the school's playing fields for ten-thirty on Saturday morning.

I congratulated him, then hugged him and kissed his forehead. He grinned proudly up at me as I stroked his hair and told him we’d discuss later, how he would travel into and out of the city on Saturdays. All three of my boys were keen to get home to work on the model railway and see what painting Roy had done, and Pete especially, was keen to continue painting his clouds. Shane