Adventures of Cliff

THE FURTHER ADVENTURES OF CLIFF & DEREK

Part 40

Written by Trevor

(Life after School)

Please note this story contains boy-to-boy sexual activity and if you

don't enjoy this kind of story read no further.

This story is also based on actual events but all the names and locations have been changed to protect those involved.

This story is not to be published, or reprinted, without the express permission of the author.

Because of the three week break between my stories here is the final paragraph of the previous chapter

Dinner that night was quite a jovial affair with everyone in a happy mood and it brought our Italian holiday almost to the half-way point. Tomorrow early Derek and I would be heading for Roma and a busy schedule and while the boys in fact everyone would have loved to have come with us we decided to make it a strictly business trip.

Now read on

Derek and I were up early next morning showered packed and ready for our trip to Rome and a busy day of interviews ending with a concert that evening. I say packed because doing a show and appearing on different TV shows I had to take several changes of clothing plus as the face of Burton Tailoring I was expected to wear several of their suits during the day.

While we were having breakfast in the courtyard the rest of the family came wandering in to wish us both a good trip and they would be watching us on TV throughout the day as we travelled from studio to studio.

The only thing worrying me was that I still hadn't heard the finished product with regards to my album, yet I was expected to talk at length it bout all day.

Just as we were finishing breakfast we began to wonder were the limo was that was taking us to catch our flight when we heard a big roar and every one dashed outside to see a helicopter land on the lawn.

As soon as it landed the door opened and a dark swarthy looking young guy immaculately dressed in a suit which obviously cost a lot of money came running up to Derek and I, "Greetings Mr Steele my name is Michael Fortuna and I represent your record label in Italy. It is a privilege and an honour to meet you sir."

We shook hands and I introduced him to Derek, "Thank you Michael and please call me Cliff. It's great to be here. I thought we were going by car and plane to Rome?"

"We were but I thought the helicopter would be more convenient." He then grabbed our suitcases and suit bags taking them to the helicopter for loading while we said goodbye to everyone.

Once we were settled in for the flight and had waved to everyone as we flew off my voice came over the headphones as Michael played the album for us.

To be honest I can't stand the sound of my own voice especially when I'm singing, but as the album played Derek came closer grabbing my hand removing one of my earphones and whispering in my ear, "Darling this is brilliant, thank you."

I whispered back, "It's amazing what a good record producer can do."

Michael then came over the headset saying, "Cliff, that's one of the best albums I have heard for a long time, you'll make Sinatra jealous."

Derek and I laughed until we realized that he was dead serious. As always I got a bit emotional but didn't actually cry, "I want copies for all my family and friends back at the castle if you can spare them?"

"Certainly I anticipated that and have fifty copies for you to give away to your family and friends." He handed them over to Derek with a pen so that I could begin signing them as we flew closer and closer to Rome. I'd just about finished signing when we approached a landing pad right in the middle of Rome. We passed over the coliseum and a few other places we recognized before landing and we were both surprised to see a large press contingent waiting for us, "I didn't think we were that well known in Italy Michael?"

"You're wrong there Cliff after the last Royal Command show the press here panned Tom Jones saying that you should have sung the song alone because he dragged you down."

I was stunned finding it hard to believe that they even knew my name in Italy. Yet here we are with about thirty or more photographers, press and TV waiting for us to get out of the chopper.

We stepped out after putting on my show business smile and immediately the flashes of cameras began. I must say Michael was very good at handling these guys and he made an opening statement in Italian more or less saying that I would answer some questions but I did not speak Italian so everything would be in English.

The first guy asked the predictable and regular question, "Being gay as that affected your career any?"

"No I don't think it has. Derek and I had problems at first until people began to accept that we were who we were." While I was talking I grabbed Derek's hand squeezing it gently and we looked into each other's eyes which of course started the cameras clicking again, Senor Steele, and you also Senor Driscoll, how do you feel when girls throw themselves at you?"

Laughing I replied, "It doesn't bother me after all they are the one's keeping us fed, plus if any of them do excite me then Derek gets the benefit later."

Everyone laughed at this and right on cue Derek Blushed. Another reporter put up his hand with Michael acknowledging him, "After the Royal Command Performance a lot of comment was made regarding Tom Jones performance and how he dragged you down what do you have to say about that?"

I thought carefully before answering because I didn't want to say anything wrong about my superstar friend, "I was happy with both of our performances and Tom Jones is a superstar and I have always admired him."

Looking at his watch Michael announced that we didn't have time for any more questions although they kept shouting them as we were ushered into a limo to be taken to our first TV interview.

That was more or less the pattern for the whole day going from one TV or radio station to another without a break. There was plenty of champagne and other drinks along with lots of food in the limo for us to grab a bite and a drink between interviews.

Later in the day I got a call from Bob my manager to tell me that quite a number of British stores had already run out of copies of the album and a second pressing was being done by the record company right now. He also told me that John Barry was just about to land at Rome airport and would meet up with us in about an hour, "He's going to be your musical director for the concert tonight."

That came as a big surprise and I relayed all this to Michael and Derek, with Michael manning the phones advertising the news so that we got as much mileage as we could.

The only interview which we didn't like was with one female television interviewer who we found out later was one of Italy's top rating media personalities. All she was interested in was questioning us about being gay and what we got up to.

I tried to be polite all the way through but in the end she really got to me, "Look what happens between Derek and I in the privacy of our own bedroom is just that private. How would you be if I kept hammering at you with question after question about how many times you had it last night?" She blushed and went to pieces after that and the small studio audience applauded and cheered me which didn't go down too well.

After that our interview was cut short and she stormed off with saying thank you or goodbye. Back in the car Michael said, "She's been asking for trouble for some time and we all knew someone would bring her back down to earth very soon and it was you, well done."

We finally finished all our radio, TV and press interviews even a public appearance at a shopping mall we're we just about got mobbed and sold a heap of albums signing them all one after the other. This put us behind schedule but it was the last appointment for the day. Our next stop was the concert hall and we were greeted with the news that it was a sell out over fifteen thousand people. John Barry was waiting for me congratulating me on the album, "It's all up to you John you made it happen big time and I can't thank you enough."

After all the compliments had been thrown around we settled down to work out tonight's show which would mainly be songs of the album. John informed me that we had a full orchestra complete with string and brass section so it was going to be a big performance.

I also had a guest artist, some up and coming Italian lady who is a big star here in Italy and she would do a couple of spots of two songs each time to give me a break.

Not only was it a sell-out but it was being televised throughout Europe. I whispered to Derek, "I must be getting paid a fortune for Bob to allow that to happen." Derek smiled nodded before giving me a quick kiss something he hasn't been able to do all day because there was always a camera pointed in my direction.

Derek was also worried about my health but early this morning the adrenalin kicked in and I was flying high right now and ready for a great concert. I had a run through with the thirty eight piece orchestra and with John Barry in charge it went so smoothly and I felt so comfortable.

I had time for about two hours rest so Derek took me down to my dressing room hung a do not disturb sign on the door and we both laid down on the day bed provided in my dressing room which was festooned with flowers from well-wishers including a dozen roses from Ian and Roland which brought tears to my eyes.

Despite the sign on the door we'd only just settled down for a cuddle and rest when there was a knock on the door. Derek was going to tell them to go away but he got up and opened the door to find Alex Guinness and Bob Potter my manager standing there with flowers and champagne.

"I hope that sign didn't apply to us." Alex said with a laugh as we greeted them with a cuddle. They didn't stay long just wished me luck in theatrical tradition with the phrase `break a leg'.

We settled down again and were left alone until the stage manager gave me a call about thirty minutes before curtain up time so I could get ready. Derek helped me get ready and for the first time ever I was shaking and a bit nervous.

All the time Derek was saying soothing words and calming me down. I had a very nice light grey suit to wear for my first set and I instructed Derek on what suit changes I would do and when so he could have everything ready just off stage because I wouldn't have time to get to and from the dressing room. I had a couple of glasses of brandy to settle me down and by the time the stage manager came to get me about five minutes late because they had trouble getting the audience inside in time for the start.

Then it was on the announcer introduced John Barry then the lights went out the orchestra started my first song and I stood at the top of a staircase at the back of the stage waiting for a single spotlight to come on.

I began singing to thunderous applause not that I was listening too much because I was intent on the song which was a fairly new one for me as I slowly moved down the staircase to the front of the stage.

I don't know why but I really thought of this concert as my coming of age one and at twenty years of age I was overawed by the massive production the Italian promoter had staged complete with dancers and some great lighting.

The audience were great I could have done anything with them and would have got a response. Soon it was time for my first break and I introduced my special guest and then I was off Derek was standing in the wings with my change of suits and also a champagne cocktail a mix of champagne and brandy which was one of my favourite drinks at the time.

While he helped me off with my pants he whispered, "This is by far the best show you've ever done darling." I kissed him back receiving some strange looks from some of the people standing backstage but we didn't care.

Back on stage the show continued and during this bracket I sang a popular Cliff Richard song and got the audience to sing it with me and then do a chorus on their own which for some reason audiences everywhere even to this day love it even though they have paid big money to hear me.

During my second break which wasn't quite as long I changed into a white tuxedo compete with tails, top hat and cane and this brought the house down. A couple of songs before the end I introduced John Barry and thanked the incredible orchestra, dancers and all those made the show possible and I got big, big cheer when I thanked," my lifetime partner Derek for being there for me."

I looked into the wings and saw him crying his eyes out after that and I blew him a kiss which again set the crowd roaring. For a nation of Catholics the Italians were very receptive and understanding when it came to homosexuality.

I always finished with the Louis Armstrong song `Wonderful World, mainly because it had a very sweet instrumental for a flute in the middle and I made my down into the audience and danced with a lovely lady while the orchestra were doing their bit.

I left the stage to a standing ovation with the orchestra still playing had a glass of champagne and came back on to finish with `How great thou art.'

By the time I got halfway through the song everyone in the concert hall were on their feet singing and swaying in time to the music. I cast a quick glance at John Barry and he too was caught up in the emotion of the occasion with tears rolling down his cheeks.

I always finish this song on a high c which I always hold for as long as I can. Depending how I am it can be a long time or a bit shorter, with the musical director always waiting for me to give them a signal when I was finishing.

As Derek remarked after that was the best I'd ever sung that song. The audience went wild as I bowed to all corners of the hall and then to the centre acknowledged the orchestra shook hands with John Barry before leaving the stage.

I literally collapsed into Derek's arms while the orchestra kept playing and crowd kept yelling so I went back took another bow and John whispered to me," You'd better do half of the song again because there not going to let you go."

I nodded and off we went and this time for a whole chorus I got the orchestra to stop playing and the audience sang it themselves. It was a magic occasion which would never ever happen to me again Like that.

Finally it was over I took one more round of bows before leaving the stage and after a while John Barry finished playing and it was all over.

As I came back down to earth I felt totally exhausted and spent and Derek helped me down to the dressing room. No sooner had I sat down when Michael came in to tell me that there were about a thousand people waiting in the foyer for autographs, photos and to sign albums.

No matter how tired I was I had an obligation to the audience to go out. So with Derek holding my hand and four burly bodyguards flanking us we made our way to the foyer were a table and a couple of chairs had been set up behind a roped off area for me and John Barry to sing, pose and chat to the punters as we call them.

Another chair was found for Derek who sat just behind me to one side occasionally rubbing my back and neck which was by now beginning to ache. Alex and Bob came up and I invited them down to the castle tomorrow and for as long as they wanted to stay.

It was close to one in the morning when the last of the punters left and by now I was out on my feet. Michael suggested that instead of flying back tonight we might like to stay in a hotel and leave tomorrow which we agreed to.

Our hotel was of course five stars and it was good to relax the first time for a few hours. Derek fussed around me putting me into the shower washing me getting me excited as he always does before drying me off and helping me into bed.

While I wanted to make love to him I was too tired and I whispered to my lover, "Can you wait till morning before I make love to you?"

"Of course I'd wait for ever if need be."

We held each other close kissing and cuddling until sleep overtook us.

Next morning I woke or should I say wakened by our host Michael advising us that breakfast was being served and there were a couple of journalists waiting to eat with us. I groaned saying to Derek, "We can't even have breakfast in peace anymore without having to talk business."

"Don't worry darling in a few hours we'll be back at our castle and peace and quiet. And I can give you some TLC."

He kissed me gently before we dressed to go down to breakfast. Our recording company executives along with John Barry were already seated when we went down to join them.

The recording people were over the moon because overnight the album had gone gold not only in Britain but Europe as well.

I was introduced to a couple of top columnists who took turns in firing questions at me over breakfast. To say that they were pissing me off was putting it mildly and Derek kept trying to soothe me down. The questions almost all of them centered on our sexual preferences with some pointed ones about our religion and what we were doing was a sin against our church and so on and this really got me wild.

Finally Derek stood up announcing, "Thank you gentlemen but I would like to remind you that we are on vacation and intend to return to our holiday home right now, good day and thank you."

With that he grabbed my hand pulling me up from the table kissing me fully on the lips before putting an arm around me leading me towards the elevator and our bedroom.

Once we got into our room he picked up the phone telling our hosts that we required the helicopter to be ready right away because I was tired and must rest which wasn't far from the truth.

We changed rapidly called for someone to take our bags and headed back downstairs. Derek kept telling me to let him do the talking because of the foul mood I was in, which I told him was a good idea because I wasn't in the mood for talking to anyone right now.

Alex and Bob were waiting in the helicopter for the trip home and as we got nearer to the castle my mood improved.

As we approached the lawn the first thing we noticed was all the family and staff waiting to meet us. We landed with Bob and Alex surprising everyone when they got off first. A loud cheer and a round of applause took Derek and I by surprise. Our boys ran forward with hugs and kisses making us feel very welcome followed by our parent's.

Mom gave me a big hug and whispered, "I'm so proud of you son, you acted like the superstar that you are. If your father was still alive he would change his mind about you of that I'm sure. I love you and Derek so much and anyone watching television yesterday would have seen how much you mean to each other."

I began to tear up giving my mom an extra big hug to cover up my feelings, "I love you too mom."

I asked Derek to get the big box of albums and first of all handed every one of the staff a signed copy before presenting everyone else with their own personal copy signed by the both of us with special messages for each one.

The chef came forward announcing a special luncheon was now ready in the courtyard and we all moved in and sat down to an incredible feast of great food and wine. Television sets had been set up around the space and Peter explained that this were most of the family sat all day watching everything that happened in Rome, "Dad I loved the way you handled that bitch of an interviewer. We were all a bit upset the way they kept harping on about you and Daddy Derek's relationship."

"All part of the game son, all part of the game."

The TV's were on showing everything that happened yesterday, but I sat more or less with my back to the sets because I hate to see or hear myself at the best of times. Alex and Bob had nothing but praise. I noticed that most of the staff hung around watching as well and applauding from time to time,

Come the time for the concert I found myself watching a little bit more closely, mainly finding fault and pointing out my mistakes to Derek, "Listen I came in a beat too late there good job I had John Barry there to cover up for me."

"Darling your being too hard on yourself no one would have noticed that." Derek said as he gently kissed my cheek followed by the words, "I love you."

We began kissing each gently and lovingly until Peter began to cough saying, "Excuse me dad's this is the meal table not the bedroom." Everyone laughed as we pulled apart blushing, glaring at our son.

We slowly finished our meal with the concert still playing on the TV. It was almost time for my encore and I was amazed at the audience reaction. Being up on stage you're so busy thinking about your performance that not everything registers and I couldn't get over the audience on their feet clapping singing dancing along.

Alex brought me out of my thoughts, "When an audience reacts like that you know you have made it as a star. Believe me it doesn't get any better than this, you could have asked that audience to stand on their heads and they would. Right now Cliff the Worlds our oyster and it wouldn't upset me if you wanted out of your contract with me regarding the play."

"Alex, I wouldn't do that to you. Because of your help and support when I was just making it into this business I certainly would not do anything to break any contracts we have between each other I value your friendship too much for that."

For the first time since I first met Alex he showed some emotion and actually hugged me. The TV show finished and Derek quietly suggested that we go rest before dinner. We excused ourselves and headed upstairs for some privacy and rest.

As soon as the bedroom door was closed and locked Derek was all over me kissing and undressing me touching every part of my body. I tried to undress him at the same time but he brushed me off wanting to concentrate on my body for the time being.

Finally when I was naked with a penis sticking straight up into the air he quickly finished undressing himself before lying on top of me grinding our bodies together, "I love you Cliff and today I am going to make sure that you are completely satisfied."

With a wry grin I remarked, "Oh OK."

Grinning he moved down my body taking all of my seven inches into his mouth until my pubes were pushing against his lips. He then began his regular humming which drives me crazy as he moved up and down on my cock. I was moaning in delight and also getting very close to a climax.

"Oh Derek baby I'm coming." I yelled and as he shushed me he whispered, "Let it all go baby, I'm sure there's a lot more were that comes from." Clamping his mouth over my dick just as my love juice began to flow sending wad after wad down his willing throat.

I surprised myself with the mighty load I produced but then remembered it had been a couple of days since I last made love to my man. I raised my buttocks off the bed giving my lover a tantalizing glimpse of my pink rosebud.

Normally I top Derek but this time I was so tired and weary that my offer meant that he did most of the work and work he did pounding into me satisfying not only himself but me as well. Once he had filled me up he moved beside me kissing and hugging and once again I thought without this wonderful man by my side I would never survive, He's my rock and to me the greatest thing that ever happened and I love him dearly. A fact which I am continually reminding him and myself. We fell asleep in each other's arms and it was getting dark when we began to wake mainly because of the cooler evening air and the very sticky sheets from our love making. We moved into the bathroom to take a shower. We fooled around a bit in the shower but because of the time we had to cut short our lovemaking.

We dried and dressed quickly before heading downstairs to the grand dining room were once again our chef had excelled himself. Our son along with the other boys have a knack of knowing whenever we have a love making session and the smirks and snide comments confirmed this.

Alex sat next to me instead of my mom and he took the opportunity to go over his plans for reviving the play. The way he explained things to me it was obvious that once again all the pressure was going to be on me and while I was feeling so much better than I did it still worried me that so much and so many people depended on me.

It was a long drawn out leisurely meal with a lot of laughs and stories which cheered me up considerably. Alex and Bob were leaving early next morning using our private jet to take them home and it suddenly dawned on me that our holiday only had about ten days to go if that.

Next morning we drove with Alex and Bob to the airstrip to say goodbye before we all headed for a shopping trip to one of the local larger towns. Everyone wanted to do some shopping so we wandered around buying souvenirs and stuff like that.

The problem was that word spread like wildfire that I was in town and before Derek and I knew it we were surrounded by fans who wanted photos taken with me, some even had albums for us to sign. The crowd got so big with a fair bit of pushing and shoving going on that in the end the local police arrive to calm the crowd down and organize them a bit.

One very cute good looking guy of about twenty came up to me and whispered in broken English, "If you and your friend want to fuck me you can?" This took me totally by surprise and relayed the message to Derek who laughed saying, "Politely say no thanks but for goodness sake make sure he doesn't go anywhere near Peter or the boys."

Later that night in bed I confided to Derek that it was very tempting not to say no. In fact throughout our careers we had dozens of these propositions but we both remained true to each other.

We hadn't seen Ian and Roland for a while because they had to stay behind because of the robbery so we made a call through to the house. Ian answered the phone, "Hi guys congratulations on the great show we loved watching it Cliff you were great."

I thanked him before getting onto the main subject of the day, "how's our security guard?"

"Not good he's still in intensive care and looks like being there for a while it's going to be touch and go."

Derek spoke up next, "Make sure his wife and two young kids have everything they want and organize transport to and from the hospital plus give them any money or financial aid they might want. I'm sending our two nurses, David and Brian back by aircraft tomorrow to help you guys Ok?"

They both protested that it wasn't needed but we insisted and when we approached the two of them they agreed to return straight away. Derek organized the aircraft to come back tomorrow and pick them up.

Later that day Alex came back on the phone to tell us that he had arranged for Ian and Roland to have the rest of the week off and they would be travelling out on the morning flight for the rest of the week. This was great news and we thanked Alex for his generosity.

The next call received was from the record company to tell us that Cliff's album was close to going straight from gold to platinum and apart from the Beatles was the fastest selling album that decade.

The next question I knew was coming, the minute I get back to England would I be available for a quick publicity tour? Derek was listening in and grabbed the phone off me before I could answer. "The answer is no definitely no way, don't you pricks understand he's coming just coming back from a near massive breakdown and yet you want him to end up the same way he was before. He has the play coming up which is going to be a big strain anyway. So fucking forget it."

I had never heard Derek so vocal before but it did the trick because they hung up the phone.

We spent the rest of the day lounging around doing nothing, with the boys organizing a tennis tournament between everyone. Derek and I didn't join in but sat there laughing at the antics of the others. Even mom and Derek's parents joined in with hilarious results especially when one of the staff produced giant tennis rackets for them making it easier to hit the ball, All in all it was a great day and while the next morning was tinged with sadness and happiness because David and John were leaving but Ian and Roland would be joining us for the rest of the week.

We all piled in the cars except for our parents to go meet the aircraft and no sooner had we arrived when we heard the drone of engines as our jet star made a perfect landing.

It was great to see Ian and Roland coming down the stairs although both of them looked tired and haggard showing that the theater along with the robbery had taken its toll. We hugged and kissed before saying goodbye to David and John.

The two guys filled us in with all that had been happening and it was obvious that without me the play was on its last legs in fact only four performances were being ran this week, "you'll be busy too Derek, because Alex wants a brand new set and lighting plot to make it more spectacular and easier on Cliff." Ian explained in the car back to the castle.

By the time we got back it was almost time for lunch so after we had freshened up we gathered in the courtyard for another sumptuous meal. Roland explained, "Our security guard has severe head injuries and it looks like he will never be the same again. Plus the guys who did it are still on the run."

That news really hit home and depressed us both as we explained to the guys we had already began making arrangements for adequate compensation for his wife and children and if his injuries are permanent then scholarships and a pension will be set in place so that he and his family will never want.

After lunch we headed for our room to lie down and rest and no sooner had we done that when there was a knock on the door. Derek opened it to find Ian and Roland big smiles on their faces wanting to come in.

The expressions they had said it all they wanted a foursome something we hadn't done for a long time. In fact Derek and I had decided a while back that we wouldn't get involved with other guys anymore, but we do have an infinity with these two so I looked at Derek and he gave me back that sexy grin and then said, "If I'm reading everyone right let's get naked.".

He reached over and began undressing me while Ian and Roland did the same and in about thirty seconds flat we were just that naked, hard and ready. First we began playing tongue hockey with our partners before swopping over with Ian making a beeline for Derek and Roland of course for me.

Soon Roland had a mouthful of my cock as I lay on the bed while Ian was consuming Derek. Before long with had a fantastic daisy chain going on with Roland on me, Ian's seven inches down my throat while Derek was consuming Roland. All four of us were deep throating like crazy and getting ready to blow while Roland's fingers were probing my hole so I returned the favour with his partner Ian.

A muffled voice yelled, "I'm cumming." And that set off a chain reaction as all four of us filled each other's throats, we all then selected our respective partners swopping the juices which still remained in our mouths.

As you may remember from way back when he first appeared on the scene Roland as always been in love with me and I suddenly discovered his pink rosebud lying next to me inviting my dick to enter it. I looked at Derek and he nodded giving his permission and I moved between Roland's thighs slowly inserting my already hard cock into his ass, which he accepted greedily.

Once Derek noticed what I was doing he made a beeline for Ian and before long all four of us were once more as one butt fucking side by side. I leaned across to kiss Derek while we both serviced the willing butts which our cocks had entered.

We gave both of these guys a good work out for about forty five minutes before I for one felt myself getting tired plus my leg still ached from time to time following the motor accident and I whispered to Derek that I was going to blow and he nodded his head in agreement as we both climaxed at the same time pouring hot juice into our willing partners butts.

Feeling really tired I quickly moved off with Derek at my side while Ian and Roland were together on the other side of the bed. I fell asleep almost right away. It felt like only a few minutes before a knocking on the door woke us up but in fact it was three hours.

A voice through the door sounding just like Peter's said, "if you sex kittens are able to move dinner will be in thirty minutes." We thanked him as we heard the boys walking away laughing their heads off.

"I don't think we should shower together." I remarked with a laugh so Ian and Roland headed for their bedroom while Derek and I quickly showered and dressed for dinner which we had decided at lunchtime would be a more casual evening meal although it would be in the grand dining room.

True to form the boys were ready with all the snide remark and knowing nudges and grins following our afternoon session with our two dear friends.

Ian really stopped them in their tracks when he very calmly said, "Jealousy is a curse."

Even our parents laughed at that one. After brandy and coffee in the courtyard because it was a beautiful balmy evening with no clouds in the sky only millions of twinkling stars, "I could live here forever." Ian remarked with all of us agreeing with him.

I noticed that none of us smoked cigars which I thought strange. Even Alex and Bob declined the night they were here. In fact Derek and I had never ever smoked and of course as you are aware I drank sometimes to excess while Derek was just a social drinker preferring to remain in the background to keep an eye on me.

In our bedroom still totally spent sexually after our afternoons athletics we drifted off to sleep after declaring our love for each other. And that was how remained until almost midmorning.

The next few days we were all very lazy not wanting to do very much but relax and that set the tone for the following week which was our last one. It was a sad looking crew who descended onto the airstrip ready to board our aircraft for London and home.

Mind you the previous night the staff laid on a fantastic evening for us and we were entertained by children from the local school dressed in traditional costume who sang and danced for us.

We were so impressed with the hospitality and service we had received during our month that Derek and I presented the Chef with the equivalent of a thousand pounds and the rest of the staff five hundred each which to them was a fortune, and we thought they would never stop shaking our hands or hugging us.

All of them had come to the landing strip to see us off and they stood there waving as we left with our pilot doing a fly over and waggling is wings as we said goodbye to what was the best holiday ever.

London was its usual cloudy drizzly miserable self when we landed and I think all of us felt a bit depressed. At the airport we said goodbye to my mom and Derek's parents which produced as always a few tears. All three were travelling to Mom's place in Worthing so that Derek's folks could look around for a suitable seaside home close to my mom, "Don't forget dad the minute you find somewhere let us know and we'll do the financial bit and get you settled." Derek told them both.

After the usual tearful goodbye to our parents we also headed for home and while it was great living in a castle in Italy it was just as nice to get back home to one's own environment.

David and John were there to welcome us with a home cooked meal and we slowly relaxed and settled in to our everyday life. The boys had school coming up on Monday which depressed them no end.

Also on Monday we get back into rehearsal s for the revamped play, but much to my manager Bob's disgust I refused for now to do any cabaret.

Jason and Michael had been very quiet for most of the holiday and neither Derek or I were sure why but Peter confided in us that both boys were getting closer and closer and very much in love with each other, "They don't even want to get into a foursome anymore." He told us with a laugh.

Derek and I called both of them into the lounge room for a chat, "Boys is everything all right and are you happy to be here?" I asked them

Right away Jason jumped in saying, "Yes Dad's we couldn't be happier, it's just that, well ..."

"Whatever you have to say boys you can we won't bite your heads off or be angry believe me." Derek told them.

Michael decided he would be the spokesman, "We are very much in love with each other and I know we are still very young but we decided a few months ago that we want to spend the rest of our lives together as a couple and we would like our relationship to be blessed just like you and Derek and your friends Michael and Robert and their Spanish boys.

If this is possible we would love to make this happen and soon but I guess we need your blessing before we can do that and what about our parents? I'm still not sure if my father would approve and of course Jason's father would never agree so where do we stand?"

Derek and I at the same time stood up going to the boys to give them a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, "Boys of course you have our blessing and I'm sure your father Michael will approve and Jason your mother will also be very happy." I told them. In return they both hugged us back with tears in their eyes.

When we'd finished hugging Derek spoke next, "Leave it to us we'll get the ball rolling and also talk to your father Michael and your mother in Ireland Jason. Be assured that they will both agree with your plans to become a more permanent couple. We love you boys as if you were our own and will take care of you and keep you safe."

The boys were silent almost in tears but we could both tell that they had something else on their minds. Finally Michael after getting a nod from Jason said, "There is one other thing, could you please ask Peter and Steve not be forever wanting us to join them for sex. We just want to keep what we look upon as sacred between just the two of us."

"Of course we will it was Peter who mentioned that you had something on your minds and we will talk to them and explain everything." I told them.

"Thank you dads, we love you both." They both said almost in unison before giving us another kiss and hug and then heading for their own room.

"They are both wonderful kids and I hope they will be happy together." I said giving my own partner a kiss and cuddle. Almost on cue the phone rang and Gordon our bodyguard who had now moved into the house with us told us it was our lawyer. Derek took the call and as our lawyer spoke his face got grimmer and grimmer. When the conversation finished and he put the receiver down he was decidedly gray, "What is it darling what's the problem what's happening." I asked with panic in my voice.

"The Moseley trial is staring on Tuesday and while he has tried very hard to delay and makes sure Jason doesn't have to face his father he has no other option because the director of public prosecutions said they don't have a strong enough case against him unless Jason and his mother appear as witnesses."

That was indeed devastating news and we decided to call Jason and Michael back down right away to prepare them for what was ahead.

It was obvious when the boys came back down all flushed and sweaty that we interrupted something which was loving, tender and sexy, and for that we apologized, "I'm sorry Jason our lawyer just called and I'm so sorry but you and your mother will have to testify against your father during his trial which is starting on Tuesday." After I had told him the news he went a deathly white and looked like he was going to pass out.

Derek called David and John our nurses in explaining what was happening and to keep an eye on him. I noticed Michael was holding onto his lovers hand so tight that his knuckles were white, "Don't worry guys we will keep an eye on you and help you all we can. Remember your father can't hurt you and we will make extra sure about that.

Gradually he calmed down and Derek explained that he wouldn't be going to school because the public prosecutor wanted to go through his evidence, "The other good news is that we are going to invite your mother to come and stay with us during the trial."

This cheered him up a little bit, finally I declared a big group hug and that helped as David took the he boys back to their room to settle them down before dinner.

I called Gordon our minder in explaining to him what was going on and requesting him to get a lot more security for us especially at the law courts, "I know there will be a big police presence but we will have to make sure that our boys are safe and well."

Gordon agreed and we went through a few details regarding security before washing up and getting ready for dinner.

Just before dinner we spoke to Peter and Steve giving them the latest bad news and also explaining that Michael and Jason wanted to be alone sexually. We also told the pair about the plans to make their relationship more permanent. "So that's what's been bothering them all they had to do was to say something and we would have left them alone." Peter told us.

Later that night I explained that I was concerned about Peter and Steve's relationship, "They appear to have no interest in making things more permanent, in fact their relationship looks like being purely sexual and nothing else."

Derek agreed also remarking that he was sure when they went to separate universities the relationship would end. We both agreed on that.

Over dinner the atmosphere wasn't a very happy one and the holiday in Italy was quickly becoming a distant memory. Personally while my state of mind was a bit better I was already beginning to feel the pressure with thoughts of the play going through my head and so many people relying on me.

So it was a sad and sorry Saturday night in our household as we watched a bit of TV before going to bed. Just as we were about to go upstairs Derek called for everyone to stop. Wondering what this was about we did as he said.

"Tomorrow is the last day of our holiday and rather than mope around here feeling sorry for ourselves why don't we go down to the boat a take a full day's trip on the Thames. I'll call the guy at the boat moorings see if he's still around and get everything organized and we'll leave early so we get a full day in take some fishing rods and plenty of food and drink and forget the world existed, what do you all say?"

Everyone agreed it was a great idea and while my lover made the call the rest of us headed for bed. Derek followed me into the bedroom not long after and we made our way to bathroom and a beautiful loving hot shower together before finishing our love making in bed.

When Derek said early I didn't think he meant seven in the morning but he was out of bed yanking the sheet off me before dressing and wakening the rest of the gang. "Come on the weathers cleared there's not a cloud in the sky. We'll grab some breakfast on the way and be on the river before eight thirty.

I must admit not all of us were as enthusiastic as he was but did as he said and before eight we were tucking into bacon, eggs, sausages, chips and beans at a truck stop on the way. As soon as we entered the place I heard one of my songs playing on the juke box with a copy of my album cover pasted on the wall next to the music machine.

Big mouthed Peter of course couldn't keep his mouth shut proclaiming in a loud voice that they were playing my record which caught the attention of most of the room. The café owner came over with the album cover asking for me to sign it and then have his picture taken with me, while other customers followed suit.

When we finally sat down to what was a great breakfast I must admit I asked Peter why he said things like that every time we were in public, "because I'm proud of you dad and I love seeing people appreciating what you do and how talented you are. You have no idea when I see people flocking around you wanting to talk to you how proud that makes me feel, that the man who saved my life is appreciated by so many people."

Not much I could say and do after that statement and Derek patted Peter on the shoulder telling him how proud we were of him.

We finally reached the boat just after nine and found it all fuelled up and ready to go, with enough food and drink to feed an army not just nine of us. We had no idea where we going but the boat man made a couple of suggestions so off we went.

Peter immediately assumed the position of skipper and took over the wheel which we didn't mind because it meant us guys could relax and take it easy, and all went well until we ran aground going round a bend.

With some revving of engines and pushing off the bank with boat hooks and stuff we finally got afloat. We would have done it so much quicker but everyone thought it was a big joke and couldn't do anything for laughing. Anyway it lightened the mood considerably.

Just on lunchtime we moored near an old village Inn and pigged out on cold chicken beef and ham along with champagne for the guys and soda for the younger ones. After we had eaten we all relaxed and it was then that Jason approached us, "Can I talk to you some more please dads?"

"Of course you can son anytime you want to talk or get something off your chest, Jason we are here." I told him.

"Well, it's about my father. What will happen to mom and I if he gets off these charges and is free again?"

"Well we won't know that until the trial ends but I can't see him getting away with anything right now. The evidence is pretty damming especially the way he carried on in court with you and your mother last time and along with your mom and your evidence I don't think he has a hope in hell of being set free."

"Yes that's all well and good you saying that now but what if. Can he demand I go back to him, can he make me leave you two and especially Michael?" We could see tears forming in his eyes as we both put our arms around him hugging him close.

"Derek told him, "Jason if by chance that did happen we would fight him in every court in the land no matter how long or what it took to make sure that you never ever have to go back to him."

A few more tears began to roll down his cheeks as he sobbed and thanked us for being such wonderful dads and why couldn't one of us had been his father right from the start. Peter happened along and heard that bit and once again lightened the mood by saying, "because they are a couple of puffters and no matter how hard or how far he pushes his dick up daddy Derek Daddy Cliff will not make babies." Laughing I threw a life jacket at him which missed and went into the water and had to be retrieved by that trusty boat hook.

All too soon it was time to head back to our moorings but the day had been a relaxing one and enjoyable. We allowed Gordon to drive the boat back and he did a lot better than Peter did. By the time we got home it was getting late and no one wanted supper so we all had an early night.

Being a school day and the first one back after the holiday we all piled into the Humber to take Peter and Steve to school and to drop Jason at the lawyers with Michael insisting he went as well.

With Gordon driving it was a tight squeeze but we made it first to the boys school were once again I had to explain to the headmaster about Jason and Michael, and then to the lawyers were we met the prosecution team who promised us that they would make every effort ensure no harm would come to him.

From there we had to race to the theatre and as soon as we walked on stage the whole cast and crew cheered making us feel very welcome. Alex gave us all a pep talk basically stating that we were starting from scratch and then we went into rehearsals while Derek and Ian along with other technicians began to work on the new set. We only had five days because the new premier was scheduled for the next Saturday night.

I was introduced to the cast because there had been a few changes but the script was pretty much the same so a couple of read throughs and we were ready to work on the stage which we couldn't do today because of all the work going with the new set.

We took a break for lunch and it was then that the stage door keeper came through to say there was a phone call for me. I picked up the phone announcing myself and it was the headmaster of the boy's school, I suggest you get here as quickly as you can because Peter has been caught ...

To Be Continued.

Writers Corner.

First an apology for the late posting of this chapter but unfortunately I have just spent the last ten days in hospital and while I had my laptop with me writing this chapter it was very difficult because of the interruptions for different medical procedures to happen.

Anyway the staff were wonderful especially a lovely young man in the food and catering department who was situated on our side of the fence and told me he has never been lucky enough to have a boyfriend and would love to meet someone soon. A pity he was barely a quarter of my age, but that's another story, and some wishful thinking on my part.

Anyway back to the story and once again this chapter is based on true facts which occurred with Derek and myself. The second part of our Italian holiday ended up being one of the highlights of my career, something I am very proud of. The concert was talked about for many years after and was rerun several times on European television.

The beating up of our security guard wasn't good news and he never worked again after suffering considerable brain damage so Derek and I took the family under our wing paying all medical and school expenses and settling them into a house suited to their needs. The police never did catch who did it

The album for certain reasons which will be revealed later in the story was the only one I ever made but it did go platinum and was at the top of the album charts for ages. If you found this chapter a bit boring and mundane I apologize but it was as I explained earlier written under extremely difficult circumstances.

By the looks of things a lot is going to happen in the next chapter with the Moseley trial, the play being resurrected and of course the cliff hanger. What has happened at the school with Peter? Your thoughts and suggestions on that one are more than welcome.

Because of time constraints Jack was unable to edit this chapter and I apologize to him And thank Ed for doing a quick check of the chapter before publishing. Hopefully I will be back to normal next week and Rebirth should be on the site as per schedule.

Once again we would appreciate your comments and thoughts on either the site or by e mail to supertev699@hotmail.com

Hugs

Trevor