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Subject: The Hunters, chapter 18 The Hunters – Chapter 18 Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction which features sexual activity between teenage boys, as well as between teenage boys and adults. If you do not want to read such a story, or it is illegal for you to do so because of your age or where you live, then I recommend you go read something else instead. Feedback is very welcome. So, if you are enjoying this story, please do drop me an email at hoo If you can, please support Nifty with a financial donation – whatever you can afford – so that this archive of stories can remain free and available. Just go to fty/ *** The following Saturday, mid-afternoon. “Will, are you sure this is a good idea?” his cousin asked. “No,” he replied. “But I’m going to do it anyway.” “Don’t you think it’d be best to ring them first?” she suggested. “But what if they slam the phone down on me? They might think I’m some kind of con-man or something. At least if I go to and see them in person, I can explain the situation.” Olivia shook her head. “I’m still not sure it’s a good idea. I mean, just turning up on their doorstep like that.” “I think it’s for the best,” Will replied, a steely look on his face. Over the past few days, he’d asked her more and more questions about his real family, pressing her to tell him everything she knew and convincing her to ring Mike to see if he had any more details. “And you haven’t forgotten what we’d agreed about the school have you?” he asked. “No, don’t worry. I’ll ring them and tell them you’re staying with us until Monday. Even though you aren’t.” “Thanks. You’re the best,” he told her, pulling her into a massive hug. *** Nine o’clock that evening. Hearing the doorbell ring, Simon Adams walked through the hallway to answer it. Given how late it was, he peered through the spy-hole, fearing it might be one of the local youths causing mischief. His heart lifted as he recognised his son. `He must have forgotten his key and come back from the pub early,’ the man told himself. He opened the door. “Nick? What are you doing home so soon?” he asked. “Did you forget your key again?” There was no response. The blonde-haired teenager stared straight at him. Only then did Simon realise it wasn’t Nick. Instead, it was someone who could have been his brother. The resemblance was astonishing. Though the boy looked a year or so younger, the similarity in features, height, build and colouring was remarkable. “You must be Simon,” said the young man. The voice was different to Nick’s: stronger, deeper, and with the perfect enunciation that suggested privilege and an expensive private school education. It was the sort of accent he had encouraged Nick to try and use at his university interviews. “Yes, I’m Simon. Who are you?” “You’re not going to believe me, but I can prove it.” “Prove what?” “That I’m Jonathan. I’m your nephew. The real one…” *** An hour later, Will was sat in his uncle’s living room, drinking coffee. Simon and his wife lived in a quiet cul-de-sac. All the houses were detached, had single garages, well-tended front gardens and were just different enough to be identical. “I don’t believe it,” his aunt Catherine kept saying. She was a small, plump woman who gazed in wonder at the photographs he had brought of Josh and himself as boys. “I didn’t either, at first,” Will told her. “When my cousin showed me pictures of Jonathan I thought she and Josh were playing a trick on me.” “It must have been a terrible shock,” Simon said. Will nodded, then felt embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it to sound like that.” “It’s alright. We understand.” Simon smiled at him. Like his wife, he was in his mid 50s, but tall and gaunt with thinning, grey hair. “Did your parents never suspect?” Catherine asked. “No. There was no reason to do so. I have the same colouring as my mother. People always said Josh looked like Dad and I looked like her.” “You do look like your mother,” Simon told him with a wistful look in his eyes. “There is no doubting whose son you are.” “Or whose cousin,” Catherine added. “In fact, you could be Nick’s brother.” Will sipped his coffee, careful not to spill a drop. Catherine had insisted on using the best china, despite his pleas that she not go to any trouble. She reminded him of his mother; she would always put on a show when entertaining guests. Only he wasn’t their guest. He was their nephew. “Did my real parents ever suspect Jonathan wasn’t their child?” he asked. Simon shook his head. “Jonathan’s grandmother, your father’s mother, always said Jonathan looked like her brother who was killed in World War II.” “Did he?” “I don’t know,” Simon replied. “It wasn’t important. No one ever questioned his identity.” “Just as no one ever questioned mine.” A photograph album lay on his lap. He turned the pages, looking at snapshots of his real parents and sister. He studied his mother’s face, recognising his own features. Jonathan was in the pictures too; all four of them smiling together. They looked like a happy unit. It might have been an act, of course. If someone were to study his own family album, they would conclude the Hunter family was a happy one too. But he sensed it wasn’t. `Would they have been as happy if I’d been there instead?’ he asked himself. `Would they have loved me as much as they loved him?’ He hoped so. “It’s such a tragedy your mother never got to meet you,” Catherine said. “She would have been so proud of your achievements.” “They’re not that great,” Will said. “If Jonathan had grown up in my place, I’m sure he’d have done just as well.” “How do your parents feel about this?” Simon asked. “They’re coping. They seem to like Jonathan. He and Josh have become very close. I guess it’s to be expected. They are identical, after all.” “That must be hard on you,” Catherine suggested. He felt a dull ache in his heart, but was reluctant to tell her the truth just yet. “Yes. But we’re coping.” Both her and Simon were watching him, their expressions curious but also sympathetic. He realised that he liked them: these strangers who were his aunt and uncle. “Jonathan lived with us for a time after his parents died,” Simon said eventually. “Did he tell you that?” “Yes.” “I imagine he also told you it ended badly.” `Yes,’ he wanted to say. Only he didn’t want to make them feel bad. Not when they were all that remained of his biological family. “We talked about it once,” he replied. “Jonathan told me that what happened is in the past. He’s happy. He has a new family now, and if he ever caused trouble in yours then he’s sorry for it.” Will saw Catherine’s face relax. He saw gratitude in Simon’s. And he was glad. “You have a new family too,” Simon told him. “You don’t have to say that. You don’t even know me.” “But we want to,” Catherine said. “And so will Nick. He’s out at the pub with some friends this evening. But he should be home soon.” “You must stay for the weekend,” Simon added. “Celebrate the New Year with us.” Again, both of them smiled at him. He thought of how they had treated Jonathan: casting him aside when he needed them most. But Jonathan hadn’t been their nephew. Perhaps, at some level, they had always known that. Perhaps it would have been different if Will had been there in Jonathan’s place. “I’d like that,” he replied. *** The next morning, Will woke late. He was sleeping in the spare bedroom. It was small and cosy with pictures of hot air balloons on the walls. From the window, he watched Simon shovelling the light flurry of snow that had fallen overnight from the path. As the man did so, he shooed away a cat that was sharpening its claws on a tree by the far hedge. There was a knock on the door. Catherine entered, carrying a tray with a pot of tea, milk and sugar. “I thought you might fancy this,” she said, putting it on the bedside table. “I’ll make you some breakfast when you’re dressed.” “You’re very kind,” he told her. “And you’re very welcome.” “This is a lovely room. It’s like my bedroom at my parents’. That has a view of the garden too.” “Are your parents keen gardeners?” “Not exactly. My mother’s very keen on telling the gardener what to do, and my father’s very keen on complaining about the cost.” She laughed. “We could afford a gardener, only Simon loves doing it himself. He’s never happier than when he’s making things grow.” “Did Jonathan sleep here when he lived with you?” She nodded, her eyes suddenly anxious. “Lucky him,” Will pronounced. “Like I said, it’s a lovely room.” “Well, I’ll leave you to it. Call me if there’s anything you need.” He remained at the window, staring up at the sky, realising it was going to be a beautiful day. *** Half an hour later, Will sat at the table, devouring a plate of bacon, sausages and egg while watching his cousin Nick doing the same. The kitchen was small: less than half the size of his mother’s and less neat too. But it was cheerful and cosy and he liked it. Simon sat with them, eating toast while Catherine stood by the counter preparing coffee. “Are you sure you wouldn’t rather eat in the dining room, William?” she asked. “No,” he replied. “This is fine.” “I’d hate for you to think we always eat in the kitchen. This is very untypical.” Nick swallowed a piece of bacon. “That’s Mum’s way of saying we always eat in here unless we’re entertaining royalty.” “Nick! That’s not true.” “Yes, it is. You’re such a snob, Mum.” “My mother’s the same,” Will agreed, before realising the implications of what he’d said. “But she’s not a snob and I can see Catherine isn’t either.” “You’re too nice,” Nick observed. “He is nice,” Catherine agreed. “You should take a leaf out of his book, Nick.” Nick rolled his eyes at will. “Parents. Can’t live with them, can’t kill them.” Will thought of his father. “That’s very true.” “It’s so weird meeting you,” Nick said. “I can’t get over the way you look. It’s like meeting an even hotter version of me! I’ll tell you now, I’m not introducing you to my girlfriend. Once she claps eyes on you, I’ll be history.” Catherine frowned. “I didn’t know you had a girlfriend.” “It’s not serious, Mum. She’s just someone at school.” “I presume you’re going to go to uni soon?” Will asked, manoeuvring the conversation back to more genteel waters. “Yes,” Nick confirmed. “Manchester, hopefully. So long as I do well in my A-levels, that is.” “Of course you will dear,” Catherine said. “What about you?” Nick questioned. “Have you thought about where you might go?” “Oxford. Dad wants me to go to a Merton College just like he did.” As the two teenagers continued to talk about their futures, Catherine started washing dishes. “Can I help?” Will asked. “Certainly not. You’re a guest. So, Nick, tell us about your girlfriend. What’s her name?” “Chen Jin.” “So she’s Chinese?” his father queried. “No,” Nick responded. “She’s Welsh. She just calls herself Chen Jin to fool people.” Will laughed. “Do you have a girlfriend,” Nick asked him. Will laughed again. “No. I’m gay.” “Oh… right. So do you have a boyfriend then?” Will lara kendi evi olan escort thought of how he have left things with Zach. “I’m not sure. Things are a bit… well…” “Don’t worry,” Nick told him. “There’s a gay lad in my form. He’s single at the minute. I could fix you up with him.” Catherine shook her head. “Nick! William might not fancy him.” “I’m only joking, Mum. But seriously, Will, you must meet my friends. I’m sure you’ll like them.” “You’ve got to remember that William lives a long way away,” Simon told him. Nick looked apologetic. “Yeah, I shouldn’t start assuming. I’m just really excited about meeting you. I always wanted a brother, and a cousin is almost as good.” Will nodded. Nick was beaming at him, looking like an excited puppy. Unexpectedly, he found himself feeling protective of this 18-year old, who seemed so naive and unworldly compared to himself. Suddenly, Will remembered what Nick had done to Jonathan. But had he? Had any of them? He only had Jonathan’s version of events. And now he had met them, he was finding that version ever harder to believe. “Yes,” Will said. “It is almost as good.” *** That afternoon, Nick took Will to explore the neighbourhood and see where Jonathan had spent part of his childhood. After checking out the local park, and the corner shop where Jonathan and Nick used to spend their pocket money on sweets, they headed towards Jonathan’s old primary school. The low, winter sun had melted most of the overnight snow, leaving a trail of slush in its wake. As they approached the school, Nick’s mobile began to ring. “It’s Chen,” Nick said. “I’d better take it. I’ll be as quick as I can.” “Take your time,” Will told him. “I can go on my own.” He said it to be polite, then realised it was what he wanted. Leaving Nick to talk to his girlfriend, Will walked towards the school. From the other side of the road, he could see that the gates were locked and the car park empty. He paused outside a newsagent’s where a group of preteen boys were poring over a football magazine, while arguing about which Premier league player was the best. He wondered how many times Jonathan had been into the shop and had similar debates with his friends. On a nearby wall someone had scratched the words `Carol Walker is a slag’. They were faded and must have been there for years. He wondered if Jonathan had known Carol and if he considered her a slag too. He crossed the road and stood in front of the school gates. It was an old Victorian building with high ceilings and a spacious playground. He wondered what it was like inside. Pulling a cigarette out of his pocket, he lit up. “Will?” Nick was walking towards him. Quickly, he turned around. “Is it what you expected?” Nick asked. “I don’t know what I expected.” A pause. “I know it sounds stupid, but I thought I’d feel more.” “Like what?” “I don’t know.” He sighed. “More than this.” “Jonathan wasn’t at this school for very long. He was near the end of Year Five when he came to live with us. He made a few friends here, but not many.” “Oh, okay. I guess it can’t have been easy, what with his parents dying and then having to start a new school.” “Yes,” Nick agreed. “I think he found it rather tough.” *** That evening they ate dinner in a crowded Indian restaurant in Newcastle city centre. Their table was near the door but sheltered from draughts by a row of shrubs at least six foot high. Everyone in the restaurant was in good spirits, ready to celebrate the coming of the New Year in just a few hours time. “Are you sure I can’t pay for the meal?” Will asked his uncle. “Absolutely not. You’re our guest.” “That’s very kind of you,” he said, as he continued to eat his Lamb Rogan Josh. “And the food is wonderful.” Catherine beamed. “We’ve been coming here ever since Nick was tiny. At one point the only thing he’d eat was chicken korma.” Nick looked embarrassed. “I didn’t eat that much of it.” “You did!” His mum told him. “We kept expecting you to grow feathers and a beak.” “Josh and I were the same about spaghetti and meatballs,” Will told them. “There was this Italian restaurant our parents used to take us to where the staff never bothered taking our order. They knew what to serve the moment we walked through the door.” The meal continued. Will studied the pictures on the wall. One was of a couple on a rowboat in the middle of a lake. It reminded him of a holiday he’d been on the previous summer where he, Josh, and some of their school friends had rented a holiday cottage on a fjord in Norway. The cottage had come with a motor boat which they had been assured had a full tank of fuel. They had taken it out onto the water, only for the tank to run dry when they were far from shore, necessitating a three-hour travel home with a single oar. He told them the story, making them laugh, and prompting Nick to describe a near drowning experience while white water rafting in the Rockies on a school trip. “Bet you wished you’d had feathers and a beak then,” remarked Simon, prompting yet more laughter around the table. They finished their meal. While waiting for coffee, Will felt the need for a cigarette. “Do you mind if I go and have one?” he asked. “Not at all,” Simon said. “It’s a dangerous habit though,” Catherine commented. “Don’t nag, Mum,” Nick told her. “He’s not a kid.” “Maybe not, but he’s still my nephew so I’m allowed to be concerned.” Nick rolled his eyes at Will. “Bad luck, mate. Bet you wish you’d stayed in Manchester now?” Will shook his head, thinking how pleased he was that he had come. “I won’t be long,” he said. *** Within seconds of Will’s leaving, Simon saw Nick’s smile fade. “Christ, Dad, how much longer do I have to keep up this sodding facade?” “Until he goes home,” Catherine said firmly. “As we agreed.” “I don’t see why.” “His connections are ten times better than your father’s. He can open doors for you your father never could.” Simon winced. “I’m not sure that’s true.” “Of course it’s true,” Catherine snapped. “With so much family money behind him, he must know everyone. Didn’t you hear what he said about having contacts at Oxford? Nick could defer his start at university, take a gap year, and apply there instead.” “Even so, it just seems…” Simon began. “What?” “A bit cold blooded.” “It’s called being a realist,” his wife told him. “Something you’ve never been very good at.” Nick sniggered. Simon glared at him, receiving a scornful smirk in response. “I just feel sorry for him,” Simon explained. “The poor lad is obviously cut up about what’s happened and all you’re worried about is how we can use him.” “Yes, it’s very sad,” Catherine said dismissively. “But it’s not our concern. Our only concern is doing what’s best for Nick. He is our son.” “And William is our nephew.” “That’s hardly a recommendation,” his wife shot back. “Jonathan was our nephew too and look how he treated Nick.” “You know that’s not true. We all do.” Catherine stared levelly at him. Simon knew there was no point arguing. When it came to Nick, the rose tinted spectacles never left her face. He looked at Nick, searching for any trace of remorse, but finding none. It made him feel ashamed: for his son; for his wife; but most of all for himself. But hating himself wouldn’t change anything. His curse was that he could never say no to either of them. “You want Nick to be successful, don’t you?” Catherine demanded. “Of course.” “Then we continue making William feel part of the family.” “I just wish you hadn’t invited him for the whole weekend,” Nick complained. “There’s a party tonight. I could’ve been having fun rather than playing happy families with that boring twat.” Catherine glared at him. “You could always take him with you.” Nick sighed. “Seriously?” “Yes. It’ll give you a chance to bond.” “Fine,” he groaned, knowing this was an argument he had no chance of winning. The coffees arrived. Will returned to the table. Instantly, all three put on their best smiles. “Had your nicotine fix?” Nick joked. “At a price.” Will sat down, brushing sleet from his hair. “By the way, Nick, while I was outside I was thinking about your university application. Have you thought about going to Oxford instead?” “Not really,” the older teenager replied. “And anyway, the application date’s already passed for there and Cambridge.” “So? You could always take a year out and apply again in September. My Dad’s got a few contacts there still. I’m sure we could help you out.” Nick’s face lit up. So did Catherine’s. “Would you really do that?” Nick asked. “Of course. We’re family now, and family sticks together.” “I’ll drink to that,” Catherine said, her smile so broad it almost cracked her face. Will raised his glass. “I propose a toast. To new beginnings.” They all clinked glasses. Will grinned at Simon. Still hating himself, Simon grinned back. *** As Will finished his meal, Mike stood in a living room in Manchester, watching his university friends party around him. His host, Pete, approached. “Having fun?” “Yes,” Mike replied. “Then maybe you should let your face know.” “Sorry. I am having fun. It’s just…” “You could call him. So you had an argument? My girlfriend and I have them all time. It doesn’t have to mean the end.” Mike thought back to their last conversation and shook his head. Jon would never forgive him. Not after what he’d said. Pete gave him a sympathetic look. It made him feel guilty. “Look, Pete, I should leave. It’s a great party and I’m only casting a downer on it.” “No, you’re not. Besides, you can’t spend New Year’s Eve alone. I’m glad you’re here.” Pete’s expression became mischievous. “And so is Richard.” “Who?” Pete gestured to a man standing in the corner of the room. He looked older than the other guests. “Who’s he?” Mike asked. “I don’t recognise him from uni.” “That’s because he doesn’t go. He’s Sarah’s brother. He’s a gas engineer. He’s really nice and he’s been staring at you all evening.” He looked familiar. Mike tried to place him but was unable to do so. Pete moved away. Richard approached. “We’ve met before,” the man said. “It was on a Sunday a couple of months ago. I was at your parents’ pub for lunch. You’d just been on a date. Your sister was teasing you about it.” Mike nodded, remembering. “Are you here on your own?” Richard asked. “Yes.” The older man gestured to the empty beer bottle in Mike’s hand. “Can I get you another?” He was about to decline when he noticed Pete watching them anxiously. “That would be great,” he said. Richard headed towards the makeshift bar. Mike watched him go. The man was tall, well built and had a definite look of George Clooney. Just the sort of man he had always gone for until Jonathan had burst into his life and thrown all that out of the window. `Oh God, keep him safe,’ Mike silently prayed. `Don’t let him be hurt. Please don’t let him be hurt.’ A grinning Pete gave him a thumbs up. Forcing a smile, Mike gave one back. *** Later that evening, Nick sat with Will lara otele gelen escort at his friend’s party. It was crowded. Nick watched a couple of pretty blondes standing together, clearly longing to be chatted up. Normally he would have been first in line, confident his girlfriend would never find out. Only he couldn’t. There was still more family bonding to be done. Will looked morose. He been drinking heavily since they arrived. “So what’s your boyfriend like?” Nick asked. “Uptight.” “Really?” “Yes. He hates Josh.” “Why?” “Because Josh hates him,” Will explained. “They’re like little kids. Always having digs at each other.” “That must have made things difficult for you.” “You could say that.” Nick nodded. Will stared into space, cradling his drink in his hands. He muttered something under his breath. It sounded like `wanker’. “Who’s a wanker?” asked Nick. “Josh?” “Jonathan. The way he acts. Making me feel like an imposter in my own home.” Will downed the rest of his drink and wiped his mouth. “Don’t worry,” Nick told him. “You’ve got us now.” Will grunted. “Well, don’t sound too pleased.” “No, I am,” Will said. “It’s just… Oh, I don’t know. I just fucking hate that bastard.” Suddenly Nick sensed a new bonding opportunity, one he would genuinely relish. “And you want to make him suffer?” he asked. “Damn right.” “But he has. He suffered after his parents died. I made sure of it.” Wills face lit up. “Yeah?” “Yeah. You’d have loved it. I make him suffer like you wouldn’t believe.” Will raised his glass, only to find it empty. “I’m going to get some more drinks, but when I come back I want to hear all about it.” He staggered off to the kitchen. Nick watched him go, no longer wishing his cousin wasn’t there. *** Mike and Richard were sat on a sofa, each with a bottle of beer in their hand. They had been chatting for over an hour about their lives and interests. Eventually their discussion turned to their sexual experiences; about what their types were and what kind of porn they enjoyed. Richard mentioned that he once had intercourse on a rooftop in Paris during Bastille Day, the fireworks drowning out his and his partners’ screams. As they talked, Mike found himself getting more and more relaxed in the older man’s presence. Of course, he still missed Jon, but he knew that bridge had been well and truly burnt. It was time to move on and Richard seemed like a good guy. Him being so good looking didn’t hurt either! The twenty-year old began to notice that Richard kept rearranging his junk while they talked. Mike stole glances at him, and it, every time he could. Richard seemed to notice and when he went to get another round of beers, he sat even closer to Mike when he came back. As they continued to chat, Richard put his hand on Mike’s leg and stroked it, slowly working his way up the inner thigh of the younger man. Mike let out an involuntary moan. Mike turned to face his new friend. Richard took the student’s beer out of his hand and placed it on a nearby table along with his own. The two of them locked eyes and ever so slowly leaned in closer to each other. After what seemed like forever, their mouths met and they kissed softly on the lips. Mike trembled as Richard pulled away and looked into his eyes. “God, you are so fucking sexy,” the gas engineer whispered as he cupped Mike’s cheek. Mike’s lip trembled as he spoke. “Yeah, you too.” Richard leaned back in, kissing Mike more fiercely this time, sliding his hands down, exploring the twenty-year old’s body. Cupping Mike’s arse cheeks, he gave them a light squeeze and hoisted the student into his lap. Mike straddled him and continued the kissing. His hands started to explore the older man too. Richard pried Mike’s lips apart with his forceful tongue; the younger man surrendering willingly. Their tongues began to wrestle, passion lighting their bodies on fire, their hands roaming all over each other. Suddenly, Mike broke the kiss, having felt a tap on his shoulder. Turning around, he saw his friend Pete stood there, a huge grin plastered on his face. “Sorry to interrupt,” their host said. “Especially when you two seem to be having so much fun. Just thought I’d let you know you can use my bedroom, you know, if you want a bit of privacy.” Mike blushed slightly. “Thanks. You sure that’s okay?” “Yeah, course,” Pete replied. “I know you’d do the same for me.” “Thanks,” Mike said again before Pete walked away. “So shall we move this into the bedroom then, cutie?” Richard asked. “Yeah, sure,” Mike replied. Making their way out of the living room, they bounded up the stairs with all the eagerness of a couple of children on Christmas morning. As they got to the landing, Richard grabbed Mike by the waist. Spinning him around, he picked the twenty-year old up as if he were a sack of feathers. Mike wrapped his legs around his partner’s waist and their mouths met again as Richard stumbled to the bedroom. Once there, Richard set his new lover down on the bed and began to unbutton the twenty-year old’s shirt. “Wow, I can’t believe I got so lucky tonight,” he exclaimed, causing Mike’s face to turn beet red. Running his hands down Mike’s now naked torso, Richard paused as he got to the top of the younger man’s trousers. Mike laid down, arching his back a little. Taking this movement as his cue, the thirty-year old began to unbuckle Mike’s belt. Once undone, he popped open the top button of the black jeans before sliding down the zipper. Placing both hands at the top of the trousers, he pulled the garment down in one swift motion, exposing Mike’s bright red underwear which were tented obscenely. Richard whistled as he gazed at the sight laid out in front of him. “Very nice,” he said, before beginning to shuck his own clothes until he was in the same state of undress as the younger man. Now it was Mike’s turn to let out a whistle. Richard was seriously hot! With a firm torso, defined pecs, and a good sprinkling of hair, the thirty-year old could easily have modelled for `Men’s Health’ magazine. As his eyes worked their way further down, Mike couldn’t help but let out a gasp as he saw the bulge in the gas engineer’s boxers. “You want to see it?” Richard asked, noting where Mike’s gaze had ended up. “Yes, please,” the twenty-year old replied, involuntarily licking his lips. Richard let out a short chuckle before hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his underwear and pulling them down. Mike gasped again as the man’s throbbing penis sprang free. “You like what you see, I take it?” the thirty-year old asked, knowing full well what the answer was going to be. Mike could only nod his confirmation. “Why don’t you take yours off too, then scoot up the bed a bit,” Richard suggested. After the younger man had done as requested, Richard climbed up after him, pressing against him, resuming their tongue wrestling. Their hands began to explore each other’s bodies again. For a moment, Mike’s heart almost stopped as he felt Richard’s huge arms, beefy arse and defined back. The two of them carried on like this for several minutes, both moaning and groaning out of lust for each other. As they did so, Mike felt Richard’s prick get bigger, thicker, and harder as it pressed against his leg. Reaching down, Mike grabbed it, causing Richard to let out a loud moan. The older man pulled away. “Fuck that feels so good, Mike,” he moaned. “Now how about you suck it?” The tone of his voice implied it was a rhetorical question. Mike didn’t need asking twice. “Oh yeah, I can’t wait to suck your big cock,” he replied with a fat grin across his lustful face. Richard smiled and flipped the two of them over, so Mike was on top of him. Mike could feel Richard’s bulbous head poke at his backside. He ground against the older man, drawing a deep groan from him. “Shit, you know exactly what buttons to press, don’t you?” Richard exclaimed. “I do my best,” he replied. Mike scrambled down, leaving a trail of kisses on the way. Eventually, he reached his prize: Richard’s prodigious member. It must have been at least eight inches long and so thick that he struggled to reach his fingers around it. It had an angry vein running down the length of it and a flared red head staring at him. Mike grabbed it and saw a drop of precum leaking out. Reaching out with his tongue, he licked it off causing Richard’s body to twitch and a moan to escape from the gas engineer’s mouth. Mike licked again, causing more precum to appear. “Oh fuck,” Richard gasped. “Suck it. Suck it, please.” Happy to fulfil the older man’s request, Mike took the head into his mouth. Using his tongue and covering his teeth, the twenty-year old licked around the sensitive underside of Richard’s knob, just below the head. After repeating this move a couple of times, he took more of the prick into his mouth and started sucking, bobbing up and down on the thick monster. Filled with lust, Richard grabbed the younger man’s head and started thrusting. “Holy shit, you’re so good at this Mike,” the thirty-year old moaned. Luckily, Mike was blessed with no gag reflex, so was able to take him deeper and deeper until he felt Richard’s penis hit the back of his throat. He sucked a bit there, then went up until he only had the tip in his mouth. After a few seconds of teasing this gorgeous hunk, he swallowed down the cock again, burying it balls deep in his throat. Richard responded with a loud moan and incoherent cussing. The sounds his partner were emitting spurred Mike on and he began to go to town on the rampant prong, only coming up for air before immediately going back down again. Richard was thrashing and moaning Mike’s name as he eventually pulled him off. “Fuck, you’re so good,” he told the student. “Now let’s try something different.” Whipping Mike around, Richard manoeuvred the younger man so he was on his back with his head hanging off the bed. Once happy with how Mike was positioned, the thirty-year old plunged all the way down again. He picked up speed and was soon pounding the younger man’s helpless throat. Mike just laid there, revelling in the sheer masculinity oozing from this man power-fucking his mouth. After a few minutes, Richard slowed down and pulled out. “I don’t want to cum just yet,” he told Mike before picking him up and repositioning him. This time, the twenty-year old was placed so he was on all fours in front of Richard. The gas engineer gave Mike’s cheeks a light slap, caused the student to moan. “Yeah, you like that?” he said, dominantly. Mike didn’t know what had come over him, but Richard’s masculinity and rough treatment were really turning him on. “Fuck yes,” he replied. “Spank me. Spank me hard!” And spank him he did. After half a dozen slaps, the cheeks had turned cherry red. Taking hold of them, Richard spread the buttocks apart and attacked Mike’s hole like a hungry wolf. He ate the younger man out like it was his last meal on earth. Beneath him, Mike was trembling uncontrollably. “Oh fuck,” Richard moaned, coming up for air. “I can’t wait to make that hole mine.” lara rus escort He licked his fingers and ran them over the twenty-year old’s rosebud. Mike looked back at the man towering above him and arched his back submissively. “Oh yeah, I can’t wait for you to pound me,” he moaned back. Richard slapped his arse again. Opening the drawer of the beside table, the gas engineer smiled as he discovered a bottle of KY that Pete obviously kept there. “Lie down on your back and pull your legs up,” he instructed. Once Mike was in position, the thirty-year old ate him out a little more before pouring a healthy amount of lube on his fingers and rubbing it against the waiting hole. He pushed a finger in; Mike letting out a throaty groan. “Oh yeah. You like that don’t you?” Richard asked, as he withdrew before quickly adding a second digit. Mike didn’t reply; just groaned again. Richard went deeper, looking Mike directly in his eyes. The student yelped as the older man touched his sex-gland. Mike was now moaning like a bitch in heat. Richard inserted a third finger, thrusting them in and out. Mike thrashed around, out of his mind with pleasure. “Now I’m going to fuck your hole till I breed you,” Richard said, pulling his fingers out of Mike. “Shit, that sounds so hot!” Mike replied, looking up into his lust-filled eyes. After slathering his cock in lube, Richard worked some more into Mike’s arse. He shuffled against the twenty-year old, taking hold of the younger man’s thighs and pressing them against his muscular chest. In this position, his hard penis poked against Mike’s backside. Grasping hold of it, Richard rubbed it against the opening for a few moments, before lining it up with Mike’s hole. He pushed firmly, Mike doing his best to relax his sphincter as he felt the bulbous head try to enter him. As the dam wall was finally breached, Richard entered him. He stayed where he was for a few moments, looking down at Mike intently until he saw the younger man relax, then he pushed some more. Inch by agonising inch, he pushed inside until all eight inches were embedded. Having never taken a dick quite so big, Mike was sweating profusely. Richard bent down and kissed him. “Oh yeah, Mike, you’ve done it babe. You’ve taken my whole cock.” Mike mumbled something incoherent as his new lover flexed his prick inside him, causing his prostate to send a jolt of euphoria throughout his body. The twenty-year old moaned with pleasure, telling Richard all he needed to know. The older man backed up slowly until just the head was still inside. He pushed into Mike again, filling him to the brim with his giant prong. After a few more rounds of slowly long-dicking him, Richard began to pick up the pace. With each thrust, he hit Mike’s prostate, making the young man convulse with pleasure. Pushing Mike’s legs to the side, the thirty-year old rested his hands on either side of the student’s head. Inches away from Mike’s face, he stared into the young man’s soul as he began to fuck him with abandon. Then, grabbing Mike’s shoulders to get a better grip, he sawed into him harder and harder, faster and faster. “Fuck Mike, you’re so hot and sexy,” he told him. Mike’s hard dick was flailing around as the gas engineer railed him. After a few minutes, his balls started to churn as the pleasure built. He moaned louder and louder as Richard fucked him in a way no one had before. They were both sweating, moaning each other’s name. The twenty-year old’s body jerked a couple times. He roared, clamping down on Richard’s prong as he came hands-free, shooting five long ropes of sticky hot cum on his chest. “Fuck Richard you’re so fucking hot,” he cried out. “Your cock is fucking me so good. I’ve never felt such pleasure before.” “Yeah babe,” Richard replied. “Your arse is so tight. I love that tight pussy wrapped around my monster dick.” Withdrawing for a moment, he flipped Mike onto his stomach, grabbed his shoulders and thrust into him right to the hilt. Soon, he had resumed the same pace, fucking Mike like a pneumatic drill. Moments later, his body began to jerk violently. With a loud roar, he unloaded into Mike’s bowels. Half a dozen spurts of hot, sticky man-juice filled the student to the brim, some even leaking out into the tousled up covers beneath them. Richard pumped a few more times before collapsing on top of Mike. “That was one of the best fucks I’ve ever had,” he told Mike, putting an arm around the young man’s chest and rolling both of them over so they were laid on their sides. “And you seem like a really nice guy. Do you fancy meeting up again sometime; maybe go for a meal and see where things lead?” Mike turned his head and smiled at him. “Yeah, sure. That’d be great.” *** The following afternoon, Simon stood in front of his house, saying goodbye to Will. Catherine stood beside him. “I hope you have a safe journey back,” she told her nephew. “Thanks. It was lovely to meet you both. And thank you for your hospitality. I’ve had a wonderful time.” As Nick got into his car, Catherine hurried after him, asking him if he was in a fit state to drive, and telling him to be careful. Simon remained where he was. “Well, this is it, then,” he said. Smiling, Will held out his hand. “There’s just one thing.” “What’s that?” the man asked, holding out his own. He winced as Will gripped it as tight as a vice. “I lied to you, Uncle Simon. Jonathan hasn’t forgiven you for what you did to him. He’ll never forgive you, even if he lives to be a hundred. And neither will I.” Simon’s hand was released. He rubbed it, feeling suddenly afraid, while watching Will climb into the car which pulled quickly away. *** Ten minutes later, they arrived at the train station and found a parking spot in the almost deserted car park. “I’m going to have to come in with you,” Nick told Will. “If I don’t have a piss soon, my bladder’s going to burst.” “You shouldn’t have drunk so many cups of coffee this morning,” Will told him. “Yeah. But I needed them to help me sober up.” They got out of the car and headed in to the station. Nick soon located the gents and charged inside. It was dingy and reeked of urine. There were just two urinals and a single stall. Rushing to one of the urinals, he began to relieve himself, sighing with pleasure as he did so. He heard footsteps behind him. Half turning, he saw Will. “I didn’t realise you needed a slash too,” he said. Will didn’t answer. He seemed to be pacing. “Are you alright?” Nick asked. “I’m fine, now,” Will told him, before seizing Nick by the scruff of the neck and dragging him across the room. “Are you crazy? What the hell…” He fought to control his bladder which was still half full. Will pulled him into the stall and began forcing his head towards the bowl. “Stop it! Will! Please!” Nick’s head entered the bowl. It was half full of used toilet roll and the smell was revolting. He heard a chain being pulled, then water filled his eyes and ears. He tried to keep his mouth closed while feeling pieces of wet paper pushing against it. The water subsided. Will kept holding him down. Again water flooded the bowl. Again paper tried to force its way into his mouth. Nick began to gag, losing control of his bladder and feeling hot urine soak his trousers. Then it was over. Will pulled him to his feet, thrust him against the stall wall and stared into his eyes. Terrified, Nick tried to back away. “Why are you doing this to me? We’re family!” “Family?” Will started to laugh. “That’s not how I remember it. Didn’t you refer to me as a boring twat? That’s hardly sticking together now, is it?” Nick swallowed, suddenly understanding. “When I saw how hard it was sleeting, I decided to give my cigarette a miss. And I’m so glad I did. What an interesting conversation I overheard.” “That was my Mum’s fault! She’s the one who doesn’t like you. I was just saying that stuff to make her happy. You don’t know what she’s like. She’s vicious. If you don’t do what she says…” “She’ll drive you out of the house?” Will shook his head. “I don’t think so, Nick. I think that’s more your specialty.” Nick shook his head, realising he was trembling while feeling urine seep through his clothes and grow cold against his skin. There was something on his face. He wiped it away, then retched as he realised it was faeces. “And stop shaking,” Will told him. “I’m no bigger than you. Grow a pair and stand up for yourself.” “I don’t want to hit you.” “Yes, you do. Only you won’t because you know I’ll hit you back. And that’s not your specialty at all, is it? Like when you beat up on Jonathan when you were kids. Talk about an unfair fight. You had mummy and daddy to hide behind. You knew they’d swallow all the lies you told about him. You knew they’d happily flush him down the toilet just to keep a smile on your smug little face.” “No! I’m not like that!” “Yes, you are.” Will sighed. “And do you know what what’s really sad, Nick? I could have forgiven you for that stuff in the restaurant. I’m a stranger. You don’t know me and suddenly you’re expected to act like my new best friend. And I could also have forgiven you for what you did to Jonathan. You were only a kid after all. We all do things when we’re young that we feel ashamed of when we look back.” Suddenly Will leaned forward so their faces were almost touching. “But you’re not ashamed, are you?” he continued. “You’re still proud of it. I gave you the chance to gloat at that party last night and you grabbed it with both hands. You were revelling in the misery you caused Jonathan and you make me sick.” “But I thought you’d be pleased! You hate Jonathan. You said so.” “Maybe I do, but he didn’t deserve what you did to him. Or should I say what you did to me. Because the thing you need to remember, Nick, is that I’m the real Jonathan Wilson. I’m the one it should have happened to. And you should thank your lucky stars that it wasn’t, because if it had been I wouldn’t just be shoving your head down the shitter. I’d be putting you in a fucking wheelchair!” They continued to stare at each other. “And for Christ’s sake fasten your trousers,” Will said eventually. “You look ridiculous.” Nick began to do so. After giving a contemptuous snort, Will walked out of the stall towards the bathroom door. Nick hobbled after him. “You can’t just leave me like this,” he whined. “Can’t I?” Finally, the older teen found some courage. “I’ll… I’ll make you sorry.” Will turned back and glared at him. Nick’s courage suffered a heart attack and died. “Are you threatening me, Nick?” “No.” “I hope not. It wouldn’t be a very smart move. Just like it wouldn’t be a good idea to go to the police about this. If you do, I’ll fucking ruin you. As your lovely mother kept saying, I have all the connections. What’s more, I know all the tricks too. I learned them from The Master, Timothy Hunter himself, and when it comes to being a vicious bastard, he’s forgotten more than you will ever know.” Will left the bathroom. As Nick zipped himself back up, he realised his phone was missing. He ran out onto the deserted platform. Will stood waiting for the train, a small, shiny object in his hand. “Hey, that’s my phone!” “I know,” Will told him, before hurling it against a wall, smashing it to pieces. “Oops. Butterfingers.” A train pulled into the platform. “Bye, Nick,” Will called out as the door opened. “I’m glad I met you. Have a wonderful life.” 1
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