New Beginnings Part 7: When One Door Closes

By Marc Murrey

Part 7 of the continuing saga about John Burnette, a wealthy, successful, handsome, sexy and dominant top, who likes to discipline younger men and his growing entourage of willing and submissive ‘boys’. The 'family' is unexpectedly almost doubled in size in this part of the ongoing saga.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Marc Murrey
• Release date: Aug 5, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476305172

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 7

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When One Door Closes

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.

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CHAPTER FORTY

I was woken by my three boys, Roy, Shane and Pete, just after six-thirty. Shane and Pete had showered and were dressed in their school uniforms, except for their ties. They both hugged me, laying over me to do so. I loved the feeling of their crisp, white nylon shirts against their firm young bodies and always gave their backs a good rub when they did this, feeling their muscles through the thick, shiny material.

Roy stood holding the bed-table with my breakfast on it while they did this, before putting it onto the bed. He leaned over and kissed me then and grinned at me. He was only wearing his tight black leather boxer shorts so I gave his rear end a hard smack, which made him grin even more widely at me.

It’s going to be a nice morning sir, Pete said brightly, with Shane adding, it’s really frosty but the sky’s clear, Sir.

We could do with a day without rain, I said with a smile.

It seemed to have done little else but rain for the last couple of weeks.

One of you had better give Don a call, I told them as they prepared to leave the room and told them firmly, but I’ll tell Billy to get his brothers up.

They all smiled at me. I wanted to keep a bit of distance between Billy’s brothers and the rest of the house, both to let them try and settle in, and so as not to crowd them too much in their new surroundings. Apart from any issues I thought we might have with Wattie, I hoped the flat and extended garage would be built soon, so that they would be separate from the main house in any case.

I drank my coffee and ate my toast quickly, then had a very quick shower and shave. I decided to take the attitude of ‘fuck them if they don’t like it’ and put on a pair of reasonably thick black leather jeans, as it was obviously so cold outside, with a thick black cotton shirt and black leather waistcoat. I went up to Billy’s room then. He was awake but still in bed and he greeted me cheerfully.

I had a serious talk with my brother after my shower last night, Sir, he told me with a smile, and I knew he meant Wattie, as the lad had been with him when I'd wished him goodnight, I think he’ll be a bit nicer to everyone now.

Thank goodness for that Billy, I told him, the relief in my voice obvious even to my ears, then told him seriously, I’m sorry, but I’ve decided that if he gives us all too much grief or causes too many problems, then he will have to go back to Rowanlea. I won’t have everyone else upset just because he can’t handle us being gay.

I don’t think it’s us being gay that bothers him Sir, he replied quietly, remember, he hated getting any kind of belting from dad and I think he’s really scared of you. I’ve told him not to be, that if he sticks to the rules, you’ll spoil him rotten. I hope you don’t mind, Sir, but I’ve told him that you’ll take him to the gym and the pool with the rest of the lads.

Of course I will, I told him with a laugh, he’s part of the household now, whether he likes it or not.

He grinned at me then and got out of bed. I helped him dress as I asked him, I want you to get your brothers up. They need to be dressed in their school uniforms and downstairs for breakfast before I leave at seven-thirty. Wendy will take them to school with her boys.

Thanks Sir, he said and hugged me with his good arm.

We went downstairs then, parting at the first floor as he went to his brothers’ room while I carried on down to the kitchen. Don was in the kitchen already too. I was amused, and immediately turned on too, when I saw he was wearing his leather jeans. He had a thick, wide black leather belt in them with a large buckle on it, which was different to the one he’d worn at the weekend which made me wonder how many he had. While Roy prepared coffees, toast and tea for Don, Don asked if he could use the telephone to call his builder friends.

Of course, Don, just treat the place as your own, it’s your home now too, even if it’s just temporary, I told him with a chuckle.

He gave me a little laugh and put his hand on my shoulder as he said, Thanks Sir, but you’re still the boss.

I reached round and gave his leather clad backside a hard smack and told him seriously, I know, and never forget that, young man.

He grinned at me before going to sit at the end of the counter, giving an involuntary yelp as he sat on the hard stool. I almost chuckled when I saw Pete look at him with open admiration. I silently chuckled, as I thought that twenty-four year old Don's muscular backside must still be quite sore after the hiding I gave him some seventy-two hours earlier.

While we had our breakfasts, Don told me he would phone his boss and tell him he was leaving, effective immediately, then collect his things from the Bed and Breakfast in Duns, after which, he would make a start on phoning all the friends he thought could help. If he couldn’t get hold of people because they were working, he’d make a start on tiling the toilet in the tower room. Billy came in while he was speaking and Shane jumped up to make him his cup of coffee.

The boys will down shortly, Sir, he told me with a smile, they both seem to have slept well, too.

Good, let’s hope they settle in soon, I told him.

We all continued chatting. I reminded my boys that Mr Short would be here in the evening to give them their piano lessons and all three of them cheerfully told me they’d done more practice than required and were looking forward to their lesson.

We’d almost finished breakfast when Wattie and Wills came in together. They looked much younger in their school trousers and white shirts. Wattie’s tie was arranged strangely though, the narrow end was much, much longer than the wide tail, which only hung down about three or four inches from his collar, but I let it pass. I thought it was either a cry for attention or his usual way of tying it.

They both said ‘good morning’ to the room without speaking to anyone specifically, although Wills, the younger one, had a smile on his face when he looked at me. Roy and I moved to the French window and I opened one of them a little, so that we could have a cigarette and let the smoke blow out, and to let the two lads sit at the counter. I noticed the two of them glance at me, then saw their eyes drift down to my leather jeans and stay there. Don moved round to stand beside us so he could continue speaking to me without talking over the length of the counter, and I half smiled when they both saw that he was wearing leather jeans too, and began to study the two of us, with Wattie trying not to let any one, especially me, see him doing so.

As we stood there smoking and talking, I could see the two of them out of the side of my eye, and both of them kept looking over to us standing at the window, in fact, Wattie was staring intently at us. I was pleased to see that they were both at least chatting to Shane and Pete a little as well as to Billy while they ate their cereal. Pete poured them a cup of tea each, and I heard Billy tell them to help themselves to toast.

I saw that it was nearly half past seven and was about to tell Shane and Pete to go and get ready to leave when I heard Wendy come in the side door.

Good morning all, she said brightly as soon as she came into the kitchen. Her two sons, Adam and Alan were behind her. I saw they had the same school ties on as Billy’s brothers.

I thought I might as well take my pair to school with these two, she said brightly.

I said hello to the two boys. Adam blushed a little as he came over to hive me a hug, saying, good morning, Sir, as he did so, but the younger one, Alan, just grinned and said a cheerful, Hi, Sir.

It turned out that Wattie knew Adam as they were in the same year at school, and Alan was in the same class as Wills, so there was a bit of normality returning into their lives. The two pairs of lads began talking quietly as Wendy had a cup of coffee and came round to have a cigarette with Roy and me.

She gave Don a funny look as she said hello to him and asked him what he was doing here. He chuckled and told her that I had allowed him to stay in return for doing work for him, to save him the expense of staying in the Bed and Breakfast and Duns, now that he and Sandra had split up, then he told her about his agreement with Sandra and how she was going back to live with her mother until the house was sold. They chatted for several minutes, then I said I’d better get on my way to Edinburgh with the boys.

I told her I had to go to Newcastle once I returned from the city, but hoped to be back by tea time, but that Roy would have the meal ready for all the others. He looked at me in surprise, then smiled, and I realised I hadn’t actually asked him to make the evening meal, so made a mental note to do so once we were in the car, as he’d already said he would come with me.

Billy asked if he could go with Don when he went out, just so he could get some fresh air and I laughed as I told him he was neither an invalid nor a prisoner and of course he could, and that he didn’t have to ask me to do everything.

Everyone, except Wattie, laughed then. I gave Don and Billy a firm hug and a pat on their backsides, then hugged Wendy, before leaving with Roy to go and get the car out the garage. The drive to Edinburgh was our usual chat filled journey. Shane and Pete told me that Wattie was being much more friendly towards them today, than he had been the previous day. I wondered what he and Billy had spoken about and hoped with all my heart that my fears of anticipating having serious problems with the lad’s attitude were unfounded.

Out of nowhere, Pete suddenly said, Don suits his leather jeans Sir.

He does, lad, I replied in an offhand way, but Shane and Roy began to tease him, asking him if he fancied Don.

I had to stop them after a minute or two, as Pete was getting a little bit upset, so I told them, whether he does or not, we don’t tease you two when you fancy someone, so let it drop, or I’ll class what you’re doing as bullying.

The two of them chuckled quietly but quickly changed the subject to begin talking about the garage extension, which they talked about for almost the whole of the rest of the journey. We were only a couple of minutes early when we arrived at Douglas College, so I got out and gave the two of them a hug on the pavement.

Remember to just ignore Jamie and his insults, I told the pair of them, and if he gets too annoying, report him to a teacher because his name calling is a form of bullying too.

Yes Sir, they both replied with a smile.

I gave them both another hug and a pat on the backside, then they left us to go into the school gates. Roy slid over the bench seat and squeezed my leg as soon as I got back into the car.

I wish we had time to have a little play together when we get home Sir, he said suggestively, but I know you have to get away quickly.

I grinned at him then asked him, I know I didn’t ask you, but you don’t mind preparing the tea for everyone do you?

Of course not Sir, he said with a laugh, and I know you have a lot on your mind just now.

We spoke about Wattie then and I told him what Billy had told me, and what I’d told Billy.

He needs to know that you don’t owe him anything, and that you don’t have to have him in the house, Sir, he told me quietly.

I don’t want him to feel as if I don’t want him there, I replied, so maybe that has to come from someone else.

He chuckled. I knew that Roy had taken a dislike to the lad so wouldn’t be surprised if he had words with him when Wattie got home from school.

When we got home, it was nice to go into a quiet, empty house for a change. We hugged and kissed as soon as we got into the kitchen then I poured us a cup of coffee, which we took into the living room to drink. Roy sat across me as he did whenever we were alone together now, and snuggled close in against my shoulder, his bum settled into the small space between the arm of the settee and my left thigh. I stroked his thighs with my right hand as he lit us a cigarette each, then we just sat and enjoyed each other’s company while we drank our coffee and smoked.

His cock got rock hard in his thin tracksuit bottoms, so I teased him by stroking up the length of it, gently stroking the outline of his balls through the thin material, and around the head of his long cock. I could feel him tensing and thrusting a little as I did so and he grinned at me, then slid one hand under himself and began to massage my cock through the leather of my jeans.

I pulled his crisp nylon trackies down to his thighs, with him lifting his bum up to let me, then I leaned forward a little and easily took his cock into my mouth. He gasped and moaned as I licked and sucked the head of his long straight cock. It was absolutely rigid. I worked the head around the inside of my mouth, and within a couple of minutes he suddenly gasped, I’m cumming.

He produced his usual huge amount of cum. It tasted really sweet today and I sucked and sucked till I got every last drop out of him, swallowing each load as it shot out of him. He was gasping and yelping as each spurt shot from his cock and I knew he was enjoying it. When he was finished, I teased him by licking the head of his cock and he flinched back and began to giggle. I slowly swallowed his cock, then just as slowly, gradually pulled my head up and let it pop out of my mouth.

Oh Sir, that was wonderful, he said, grinning at me, then we kissed, our tongues flicking and probing inside each other’s mouths as our hands ran over each other’s bodies.

When our lips parted, he slowly, very slowly, slid off my lap and knelt on the floor in front of me and undid my belt, then the buttons on my leather jeans and slid them down to my knees and took my cock into his mouth. He swallowed it, taking much more into his throat than he’d ever been able to do before, and began to suck and lick my rigid cock. I was close to climaxing even before he started, and within a minute, I felt my orgasm begin to rise, slowly at first, then my cum suddenly shot from my balls with an explosion of sensations and feelings that were almost more wonderful than anything I’d ever felt before from a blow job.

I shot load after load into his mouth for so long that I wondered if it would ever stop, but every spurt seemed to give me more pleasurable tingles and sensations in my balls than the one before, until finally, I was done, then he licked the shaft, then the head, of my still hard cock, before sliding up me and we kissed again.

I wish that had been inside me, he said with a smile when we parted, then he half lay on my lap, I like to feel your cum inside me, Sir, he said quietly, I sometimes have to really squeeze to hold it in.

I chuckled at that thought.

I never lose any, Sir, he said then, even when it really wants to, I never let any of your cum get out of me.

I was a little surprised, but just stroked his hair and smiled at him before glancing at the clock. It was well after half past nine so I told him softly, I could sit like this all day, but you need to go and get changed, lover boy.

Mm, I wish, he replied dreamily, then he half sat up and grinned at me.

I can’t wait for Don to misbehave Sir, I’d love to watch when he gets a leathering, he said with a grin.

You’d have to ask him if you could, I told him while tickling his chin with one finger, you know that people deserve privacy if they have to be punished for something.

He looked thoughtful for a moment, then smiled, kissed me, got up and left the room. I stood up when he’d left and went to make us both a coffee for us to have before we both left; Roy to go to work, me to drive to Newcastle.

When I did leave, the sun was annoying during the drive down as it was still low on the horizon, so was dazzling me, regardless of where I put the sunshade at the top of the windscreen. Even with my sunglasses on, it caused me problems, especially going up hills. However, I got to the outskirts of the city safely and was soon in Byker and parked outside the block of flats where Danny lived.

When I got out the car I looked up and saw him on the exposed walkway that ran along the length of the block of flats and he waved down to me, so I waved back, then went inside. The smell in the corridor was just as bad as I remembered and once again, the lift was out of order, so I climbed the stairs. I felt sorry for the ambulance men who would have to carry patients up and down the stairs and wondered how any elderly or infirm residents of the flats managed to cope, with the lifts being continually broken.

Danny met me at the top of the stairs and we walked along to his flat and went inside, where he immediately hugged me tightly and thanked me for coming. After asking how his mother was, to be told, she’s not well at all Sir, I’m really worried this time, he offered to make me a coffee which I accepted. I went into the little kitchen with him and we talked about his mum while he made the drinks.

I studied him as he worked. He was looking particularly sexy today, wearing a pair of what looked like well worn, pale blue denim jeans, which had loads of extra stitching detail and little pockets superimposed on top of the ordinary pockets. They were obviously a pair of ‘fashion’ jeans and fitted him extremely well, albeit a little loosely, but the looseness added to the sexiness of their fit as they clung to his rounded backside and made his package look bigger than it was. He had a broad and thick, brown leather belt in the loops. The belt looked old and well worn, but still had a deep sheen on its smooth, polished surface and the plain, rectangular brass buckle was highly polished so it reflected any light that struck it.

His shirt was also pale blue and looked like cotton. The top two buttons were undone and the collar was turned up. On top of the shirt he was wearing a darker blue, tight fitting wool cardigan with a zipped front. His jeans were of a dated fashion, sitting well below his waist, not quite as low as the hipster style of the late sixties and early seventies, but not of a design that was the current, or even recent, trend.

He really suited them though, because, with his cardigan tucked into them, the outfit accentuated his narrow waist and hips. The looseness of the thick denim seemed to flatter his bum and certainly made him look like he had much more lurking beneath the denim at his crotch than I knew he had there.

He’d had a haircut since I last saw him. It was now close cropped, almost what I called a crew cut, and his whole image was that of a football casual, and a very handsome, sexy one at that. My hand itched to feel his backside, especially when he bent over to get the milk from the fridge. Once he’d made the coffees, he turned to face me and smiled, so I held my arm out and he came to hug me again. I squeezed him into me then ran my hand down and had a good feel of his backside through the soft denim.

I’ve really missed you doing that, Sir, he said with a smile, then kissed me.

When our lips parted, I gave his bum a firm smack and he grinned again, then he ran his hand along my belt and his face took on a serious expression as he said quietly, and I need a dose of that too, Sir.

I cocked my head at him and asked him, why? What have you been up to?

He looked downwards, then raised his eyes to meet mine and told me, I got really drunk on Saturday afternoon with some mates, Sir.

Well you know what I think of my lads drinking too much, I told him with a smile.

I know Sir, what’s why I know I deserve a hiding, he told me, then gave me a little smile as he picked up the mugs of coffee and turned to face me again to say seriously, once we’ve had our coffee, you can use my belt on me. It’s thick leather, so I know it’ll hurt.

He gave me a brief smile then led the way to his living room. I followed a few steps behind him and studied his rear as we walked. The loose cloth of his jeans moved sexily over his backside with each step he took, with a little crease in the soft denim at the bottom of his backside flicking from side to side as he moved. Once in the living room, I sat on the settee and he sat beside me once he’d laid the mugs on the coffee table then leaned in to me and hugged me again, then settled as he half turned to face me, with his hand on my thigh and gently stroked the leather covering it.

How have you been otherwise? I asked him then.

Apart from being really worried about mum, it’s been okay, he said quietly, but it’s been hard, not to go out and just get plastered every night. If I’d been able to afford it Sir, I think I would have.

He paused in the movement of his hand on my leg to squeeze my thigh, then continued to stroke it, a little harder now.

And what about the job front? Any luck there? I asked gently.

To be honest Sir, I haven’t even looked for anything, he told me quite brightly, then his voice changed again, I know I promised I would, so I suppose that’s something else you need to belt me for, but I haven’t had a lot of free time, and, well, I’ll probably be moving up to your place soon, anyway.

I looked at him, but his face had an expression of open honesty on it. His eyes were clear, and he was making no attempt to either hide anything or put on any pretences.

Do you mind if I smoke? I asked him, and he laughed and pointed to the ashtray on the table, I got it out ready for you, Sir, he told me with another little laugh, so I got my cigarettes from a pocket in my leather waistcoat and lit one. After taking a deep drag on it I had a sip of coffee. It was a good one, even if made from instant granules.

I looked at him again and asked him with a little smile as I patted his left thigh, which was nearest me, so have you any more confessions to make, lad?

He smiled, I don’t think so Sir, except I’ve missed you and the lads, and I need my arse seen to, and not just with the belt neither.

I chuckled then told him, Well you know the rules Danny, if I have to punish a lad, I don’t reward them with sex immediately afterwards.

So you can punish me now then fuck me later, after we’ve been to see mum? he suggested coyly.

I laughed as I told him, you have it all worked out, haven’t you, lad.

He smiled, gave a little chuckle, then leaned in to me to hug me again. He looked far too straight and manly to be behaving and speaking like this, which I found to be a huge turn on, and my cock got rock hard in my jeans. I wished I had a strap with me to punish him with properly, but the belt I was wearing was one of Mr Borak’s special ones, made from dense bridle leather, and Danny’s belt looked like it would do more than a half decent job of making his backside sting too.

I flicked his belt buckle with the back of my fingers and asked him, is it new?

It’s new to me Sir, but I got it in a second hand shop. It’s got a crease mark at the half way point, he told me, then twisted round to let me see the belt at his back. It showed the signs of having been folded, with the leather having multiple little cracks in it, then he told me, it only cost me a quid ‘cos of what the guy called the damage.

He turned back to face me and grinned as he said, I thought the 'damage' made it look sexy.

He stressed the word damage in a very suggestive way which made me smile.

I finished my cigarette then drained my coffee mug. He drank his down in a couple of loud gulps then stood up