AND STILL IN LOVE
B J Courtney jc23a@hotmail.com
Part Six -- Two paths diverged!
About six months after Gareth left the company James was summoned to Mr. Grimes' office for a matter of some urgency. It seemed quite serious as Andrea Kirk accompanied him to the stern oaken doors of the boss' office. Ms. Kirk left him there as soon as she heard Grime's shrill voicing calling them in.
James entered the room with some apprehension. In his mind he was scared that he was in some considerable trouble but had no idea what it could have been that caused it. He hadn't messed up on any transaction that he was aware of but maybe this was the way that he would be informed of some dreadful mistake. He knew it wasn't a benign summons as Andrea had accompanied him and he was sure that that of itself spelt trouble. And he was correct.
"Ah, Mister Andrews," said Grimes indicating a chair to the young trainee, "I'm sorry that I have had to summon you but a matter of the utmost severity has arisen and I feel that it would be inappropriate for somebody else to deal with, please, please, take a seat!"
Nervously James slipped into the dark green leather chair that faced his boss' desk. He noticed that the small chubby man was quite embarrassed or nervous or something about what he was about to say, his neck was tight and his face was very red coloured.
"Are you familiar with the basic precepts of criminal law?" Grimes asked.
"Yes sir I am," replied James respectfully.
Grimes was getting more visible uncomfortable as he continued; "well let's cut to the chase Mr. Andrews, your father is Sir Mark isn't that correct?"
"Yes sir!"
"And he was in the treasury?"
"That is correct sir! Mr. Grimes sir is something the matter?"
Grimes got up from his desk and walked towards the window. Without turning he spoke again, "Mr. Andrews I'm afraid we have received a complaint about you of the most serious and concerning matter!" he stated gruffly clearly discomforted by what he was saying. "It relates to a young trainee that was with us some months ago do you remember him?"
James wasn't sure how to react. He decided that it would probably be better to say yes, "Yes Mr. Grimes indeed I do and this was Gareth Fitzpatrick was it not?"
"I believe that to be his name, anyway there is an allegation that you behaved in an inappropriate manner with the man, I understand..."
As Grimes continued James felt his head getting lighter and lighter, he was not aware of what was being said to him but he had guessed the outcome from the moment Gareth was mentioned. It was the end of his time at Roberts & Grimes and probably as a solicitor. Maybe Grimes was still speaking but James was not listening, his head was spinning and before he realised it he slumped over onto the floor in a faint.
James came to with Mr. Grimes' secretary sitting beside him holding a glass of water and a bottle of smelling salts.
"What happened?" he asked groggily.
"You passed out! If you feel up to it Mr. Grimes has instructed me to call a taxi when you're ready to bring you home!"
"Have I just been sacked?" James asked with a pathetic tone in his voice.
"I don't know what you're speaking about," the secretary replied, "Mr. Grimes simply asked me to call a taxi I am not privy to what he discussed with you now if you feel you're up to it would you like me to call a taxi?"
"That would be very kind of you, thank you!" James replied quietly.
The taxi ride to Baron Court was a roller coaster of emotions for James. First he would get angry with Gareth for reporting him to the company, the little shit had ruined his life, his career and his reputation, what would he tell his family? Anger gave way to fear, then anger, fear and back to anger. He wouldn't have much time to concoct a story for his parents. If his parents found that he had been sacked from a well-known company they might well disinherit him, he would have no funds, no job and no reputation -- why did he let Gareth blow him? Why did the little bastard report him? What would he do now? What would he do if he could get his hands on Gareth?
Yet nothing could have prepared him for what was waiting for him when he got back to the house. As soon as he came through the door he encountered Mike in his usual state of semi-undress standing in the hallway.
"You have to call home urgently," Mike stated flatly clearly indicating that something had happened, "your work rang and said you need to contact home as quick as possible mate."
James' head was swimming again. Grimes had probably called his father and explained the situation. He was finished! Nervously he picked up the receiver and dialled the number as Mike quietly disappeared upstairs. But James was not expecting what was to come next. A neighbour of his, Mr. Charles, answered the phone and simply told James to come home as quickly as possible.
"I something the matter?" James asked.
"There's been an accident, please come now and we will tell you everything when you get here." That was all that Mr. Charles would say.
"Is everything okay?" James whined.
"Please James, don't ask questions, at least not on the telephone, it would be better if you could come quickly, call me from the station and I'll collect you."
James ran upstairs and grabbed a few bits and pieces, he threw them into a holdall and was pounding down the stairs when Mike called out; "everything okay mate?"
"I think there's been an accident or something I have to go home," James shouted back as he closed the front door behind him and rushed to the tube station. It took almost three hours to get home but Mr. Charles collected him from the station when he arrived. There was a cold silence in the car.
"Mr. Charles!" James stated flatly, "Is there something after happening could you please tell me what this is all about?"
"James," the man began, "there's been an accident involving your parents."
"Are they both okay?" James asked suddenly panicked.
"Your father is in intensive care..."
"And mum?" James' head was spinning yet again, could anything else go wrong today?
"I'm sorry James!" Mr. Charles said quietly, "your mother was..."
"...killed in the accident!" James finished the statement, "what happened Mr. Charles?"
"I'm sorry James, I'm not too sure but there is an inspector in the house at the moment and he might be able to tell you more."
"Was daddy driving?"
"No! Your mother was driving and I understand she took the full hit."
James went silent. His face was drained of every bit of colour and he stared blankly ahead. His mind was reeling with the incredible events of the day. Losing his job had been bad enough but now his mother was dead and his father badly injured. The words 'she took the full hit' echoed through his dizzying brain. 'She took the full hit!'
There are days in a fellow's life that are just too bad to consider. In one day he had been ousted from the closet, sacked as a result and ended up losing his mother. His head swimming, James climbed the wide stairway to his room and some privacy. He collapsed on his bed and began to sob. At twenty-one his life was suddenly a mess, his hateful job was gone and his parents were after having an accident there was nothing more that could happen to him. He cried like a baby into his pillow.
About an hour later there was a gentle rap on the door and Violet Charles' head peeped in. Violet had been a close friend of his mother for many years and had often babysat James when he was younger. She was almost like a second mother to him. Having no children of her own she he was like a son to her. James quickly wiped his eyes on the sheet and stood formally to greet her. He was embarrassed to be caught crying like this. In the strange formal world of the Home Counties manners and appearance often mask true feelings.
"May I come in?" Violet asked quietly.
James simply nodded in reply. His strength was gone and he collapsed back onto the edge of the bed. Violet sat gently beside him and put her arm around him. He was about to speak but she rocked him against her, stroking the back of his head and quietly whispered that he shouldn't. They sat there gently swaying and sobbing, both had lost somebody special words were meaningless now.
After a while Violet asked quietly if James would prefer to stay in her house that night. "It might not be too nice to be here alone!" she suggested. James just sighed and agreed. He didn't want to think about this too much, thinking hurt!
Anthony Charles met them on the stairs as the two left the room to go back to the Charles' house.
"Would you like to go to the hospital?" Mr. Charles asked quietly.
James nodded and within minutes they were on the road driving in silence to visit Sir Mark in intensive care. It was a long enough journey and Mr. Charles explained that there would be a lot of things to arrange the following day. James' aunt would be coming up from Cambridge, as would other family members. There was an inspector from the local force that would like to meet with James and there were other matters to be arranged particularly in relation to undertakers and the vicar.
James saw his father that night, he wasn't well, his head was still spinning a bit and he wanted to go home. The Charleses brought him back to their house and James was given a room. He slept, but would never remember how or when he fell asleep.
**** Back in London Gareth Fitzpatrick was having a different kind of life. He had finished school, did well in his A levels and had found a boyfriend! Everything hadn't been perfect all the same. His family did not have the resources to pay his way through college so Gareth had settled into a course as a legal secretary. He had secured a part-time job with a solicitor's firm in the city. It was quite an exciting place with links to an American firm. As a result the offices were bright and spacious and there was a very high-pressured but friendly atmosphere in the place. The place was nothing like the awful Roberts & Grimes place where he had done his last work-placement from school. Gareth often thought about his time there. In a way he still had a thing for James but knew it would never come to anything so never dwelt on what might have been for too long.
Two great things had happened since Gareth arrived. His boss was a man called Rod and he put Gareth's name forward for a full-time position. The reason he suggested this was (or so he told Gareth) because he could see a huge potential in the young man and the company had a programme to train staff so as long as Gareth got his examinations the company would pay for his tuition and fees. Beyond that Gareth knew that the company would sponsor him through the Bachelor of Law as long as he got top marks in his course. He studied hard, worked hard and delighted his bosses with his enthusiasm.
The second great thing about this company was that it had a small gym in the basement where the staff could go before or after work. The gym opened at seven and was mostly used by the solicitors at that time. After work the secretaries and most of the women on staff used the facility more than the men. Gareth naturally preferred the early morning sessions. Gareth's attraction wasn't the other staff but the man who worked in the gym -- Paul Robinson!
Paul was in his early to mid-thirties. An East London lad with a fine physique and a shaved head, he had dark blue eyes and a very commanding presence. He always wore white tracksuit bottoms and a singlet around the gym. He had piercings in both ears and in his left nipple. This latter piercing amazed Gareth. In fact everything about Paul amazed him and he fantasised about being with him. But Gareth knew better than to make any direct approach to a gym-instructor. Paul might well have been drop-dead gorgeous but he was probably straight and would probably beat Gareth to a pulp if he ever discovered that Gareth was into him.
Paul was not straight! He was also well aware of the fact that he fixated this twenty-year old. The fact that Gareth was always waiting for the gym to open at seven and would stutter a bit when speaking to Paul was enough for Paul's experienced nose to sniff out a fellow batty-boy. He also noticed that Gareth would try to catch furtive glimpses of the instructor whilst working on the weight machines. Paul decided after a few weeks of watching the lad watching him that he might well test his theory.
"Have you got a proper workout programme mate?" he asked one day as Gareth struggled with curling the 121/2-kilo dumbbells.
Gareth looked blankly at the man.
"I'll book you in for a review tomorrow morning at seven if ya like!" Paul suggested. The following day was Friday and there was rarely anybody in the gym on Friday mornings.
"That, well, that would be like fine!" Gareth half-stuttered, "what do I have to do?"
"Just be here at 7 and don't drink too much water before the test mate!"
The following morning Gareth was there on time. Paul smiled cheerily at him and called him over to the instructor's office. Gareth had seen others go in there with Paul but had no idea why. This was the room where Paul conducted assessments but today he was going to use it as a test too!
"Okay lad strip to your shorts and get up on the scales!"
Gareth froze and stared blankly at the man.
"I said strip to your shorts mate and if you don't stop dallying I'll come over there and strip ya myself now get your kit off now!"
Paul's commanding tone frightened Gareth into action. Moving like an automaton he soon stood in just his underpants as Paul watched him with his arms folded. Gareth didn't see the smile curling around the edges of Paul's mouth. Paul was going to enjoy this.
"Up on the scales lad!" he snapped and Gareth obeyed immediately. "Looks like I've an obedient one here!" Paul muttered to himself with the smile getting wider. "Okay Gareth, you're 72 kilos! Not bad! Now check your height!"
Paul measured Gareth in metric and then entered the height of 179cm into the scales, "Back on the scales boy!" he snapped and Gareth promptly obeyed. Paul was laughing to himself; Gareth hadn't even reacted to being called 'boy'! "Your BMI is 13.5 that's very good!" Paul said.
"What's a BMI?" Gareth asked.
"Body mass index yours is very good!" Paul said as he took out a tape and approached Gareth. "I just want to take your measurements now!" he said as he wrapped the tape around Gareth's waist. "28!" he announced and marked it on his clipboard. Paul then took Gareth's chest was 34", his upper arms were 10", Gareth closed his eyes and became aware that his cock was beginning to stir as Paul went down on his haunches before him and reached the tape measure around his thighs 13" and calves at 11". He was acutely aware that Paul's face was only inches from his crotch and he was petrified that the sexy instructor would notice the swelling tube.
"Okay Gar, stand up straight and let me take a look at ya!"
Gareth stood upright; Paul remained squatted on his hunches. He looked up at the young man and smiled as he noted the tightly closed eyes. Paul decided to play a bit more with the lad and see how far this would go. He reached forward and placed his hands on either side of Gareth's quivering left thing.
"You're a bit on the skinny side mate!" Paul remarked as he massaged the lean thigh with his two hands. "What you need is a bit of a programme to build up the chest, arms and thighs, here turn around!"
Gareth turned on the spot. "Just as I thought!" Paul remarked as he cupped the left cheek of Gareth's arse, "you've got a nice pert arse man and quite firm as well!"
Gareth's cock was beginning to leak now but Paul showed no sign of removing his hand from the now nervous young man's arse.
"The backside and the thighs are linked in a group of muscles," Paul explained as he ran his hand down the outside of Gareth's thigh, "it's what girls look at first you know?"
"Sorry?" Gareth wasn't hearing what was been said, he could feel a wet spot on the front of his underpants and was beginning to sweat a bit.
"It's the backside mate that girls look at when they're sizing a bloke up just like men look at the tits! You do look at girl's tits don't ya Gareth?"
"Eh yeah!" Gareth answered nervously, "Ehm Paul? Is there much more assessing to do?"
Paul stood and grinned, "just a few stretches to see how supple you are mate!"
As Gareth stepped off the scales Paul remained in place behind him so that Gareth's arse bumped into his groin as he stood down. Gareth blushed, he was afraid to turn around but he was sure that he had felt a hard dick bumping against his arse. He moved quickly forward, this was not what he had expected and he wasn't sure if it was what he wanted but he was there and there was no way out now.
"Okay mate!" Paul began, "stand with your legs as far apart as you can!"
Gareth obeyed, his back still turned to the instructor.
"That's good musculature on the outer thigh," Paul remarked, "now bend forward and put the palms of your hand flat on the ground!"
It took a moment for Gareth to manoeuvre himself into the position instructed but very soon he had the two palms of his hands flat on the floor, his briefs stretched and his arse in the air. Now it was Paul's turn to be glad that Gareth couldn't see him, the tent in the front of his white tracksuit bottoms would have housed a circus it was so big! In a way Paul wanted to rush forward and skewer the young bit of arse in front of him, he knew that Gareth didn't look at girls' tits! Gareth was queer that was certain, but would he allow an old guy like Paul into his pants? That was the part that made Paul unsure of what to do next.
"That's nice!" he said and ordered Gareth to stand and get dressed. "I'll draw up a programme for you that will build the arms and thighs a bit and the chest a lot. There'll be a good lot of aerobic and cardio-vascular stuff to begin..." Paul was acting professionally again. "I'll have your programme ready after work or even at lunchtime today..." His voice was beginning to ramble a bit as Gareth dressed hurriedly, "or if it suits ya better ya can drop by in the morning and I'll walk ya through the programme okay mate?"
The question caught Gareth off guard "Eh well, after work would be fine thanks Paul!" he walked towards the door of the little office.
"One last thing Gar!" Paul said as the young man reached for the handle.
"What's that?"
"If I was you I wouldn't be doing that stretch exercise you just did in Old Compton Street!" Paul winked. Gareth blushed and hurried upstairs to work.
Gareth spent the rest of that wrestling with himself about whether he should go back down after work or just abandon the gym altogether. He knew that Paul was aware of his sexuality now and was afraid of what he might do. He could always complain about Paul touching him inappropriately during the assessment. He knew that the examination of his bum was certainly not part of the instructor's duty, but then, he had complained about James to his teacher and underneath it all Gareth knew that he was getting a bit precious. "You can't complain every time a hot man touches you," he admonished himself, "otherwise you'll die a virgin!" At half past four, with his work complete and his heart racing, he climbed down the stairs to the basement to get his programme and indeed whatever else might be in store for him. With every nervous step he felt as if he were coming closer and closer to some inevitable doom. His throat was dry and the palms of his hands were wet with sweat, he noticed how cold the door knob felt, once he turned this knob and entered he knew there would be no going back. He paused, took a deep breath and sighed, yes! His courage falsely rallied and he opened the door a bit too quickly.
The room was quite dark as most of the lights and machines were already switched off. There was a radio playing somewhere, probably in the office. Gareth hadn't noticed the radio before because there was awful piped music and often a blaring television in the gym when his colleagues worked out.
"Paul!" he called out.
"We're closed mate sorry!"
Paul's voice came from somewhere Gareth wasn't quite sure where but guessed that he was in the changing room. He walked towards the door and stuck his head around it.
"It's Gareth I just came to collect my programme!"
There was no reply.
"I'll come back for it on Monday!"
"It's in the office on the desk!" Paul's voice called back.
"Thanks Paul, I'll get it, see ya Monday!" Gareth shouted aware that Paul was probably in either the steam room or the sauna. Gareth walked into Paul's small office and saw the folder with his name on the counter. He lifted it and his curiosity got the better of him so instead of just turning and going he read the contents. He lifted his eyes and noticed a framed photograph on the shelf at his eye level. It was a holiday snap of Paul with a very handsome young man in Spain or on some Greek island. Paul was wearing a dark blue Speedo but the young man beside him was nude and showing a nice tan-line from where he was obviously wearing shorts. The younger man was quite German looking with fair hair and beautiful skin. Unconsciously Gareth reached for the photo to examine it more closely. The lad was beautiful! A surge of jealousy mounted within him. He wished he were as beautiful as this boy. The young man's smile was so bright and his face seemed so happy. Of course he was with Paul and that was probably the reason why he was so content. He turned his eye to Paul and noticed that Paul's face was proud, not smiling, just staring proudly ahead. He guessed that it was like that Paul was boasting about his conquest like some hunter coming home with a prize catch. That was probably it, Paul had obviously put that smile on the lad's face, a quick check of Paul's bulge was all Gareth needed to imagine that Paul had probably fucked the lad. The photo said it all! This was Paul showing off his trophy -- "I wish I was that trophy!" Gareth muttered as he placed the photo back on the shelf.
"That's Koen!"
Gareth turned in shock to see Paul standing in the doorway wrapped in a white towel with nothing else on.
"Sorry I didn't mean to pry!" Gareth said fumbling to get his folder back together and get out.
"Yep great boy he was too!" Paul continued, "he's Belgian and I met him on holidays in Mikonos last year..." Paul took a step towards Gareth, "we had a great time the two of us..." he took another step and was now directly in front of Gareth in the tiny room, "typical holiday romance..." Paul looked straight into Gareth's startled eyes and smiled his wicked way, he could see that Gareth was getting uncomfortable but he didn't care, "liked nothing better than taking it up the arse..." Gareth gulped nervously. "We did it like ten times a day..." Paul continued his body was now only inches away from Gareth's, "maybe more..." Gareth's eyes were wide with apprehensive fear. "That's why he's smiling Gareth, because he was nice lad that liked dick and met me so he got what he wanted most!" Gareth closed his eyes in panic as Paul loosened the towel around his waist and let if fall to the floor. Gareth was afraid to look but Paul took his left wrist and gently manoeuvred it over to his dick. Gareth obediently wrapped his fingers around the hard column of flesh but still wouldn't open his eyes. "Would you like to be the next Koen Gareth?" Paul whispered. With his eyes still closed and his mind in a panic Gareth's head began to nod. "Then say it!"
"Ca, can I, eh, be your next Koen please P Paul?"
There, he had said it! Like a willing victim to sacrifice he had asked to get his arse fucked and did so like some sort of pledge, holding the dick that would (as he imagined) be the first one to penetrate the warm, velvet glove of his virginal arse-tunnel.
"I need a shower before I knock off care to join me?" Paul asked cheerily.
"I'm fine," Gareth replied his voice choking with a mixture of fear and excitement, "I already had mine this morning!"
"I'd like it very much if you would join me!" Paul stated flatly, "and would ya mind releasing my cock for a bit!"
"Sorry!" Gareth said as he quickly released his grip on Paul's hard veiny shaft.
"Don't be sorry just get yer kit off and come with me!"
With his legs like jelly Gareth followed the man out of the office admiring his arse as he walked before him. Paul had a really nice arse with high hard cheeks that rolled over each other as he walked.
"You looking at my arse mate? I told ya it was the first thing a girl looks at!" Paul laughed as he led Gareth into the changing rooms. "Now get your kit off, stop panicking and join me!"
Gareth smiled and decided to follow his advice. There was no point in panicking or chickening out now. He always wanted a man that would fuck him, he was very like Koen, a nice lad that liked to take it up the arse ... the only way of getting hat he desired so deeply was to accept that it meant agreeing to follow Paul into the showers. He stripped quickly and stood while Paul watched him with a smirk.
"Don't be nervous Gareth!" he said as he approached the young man and took his hand, "I promise ya that I'll make this so good that you'll never look back!"
Paul switched on the water and handed a bottle of shower gel to Gareth, "here mate, you wash me and then I'll wash you!"
As Gareth took the gel Paul pulled his face towards him and kissed him deeply. Gareth responded automatically and although his legs were still a bit wobbly his dick began to get quite firm! He poured some gel onto his hands and began to massage Paul's muscular upper back in wide circles, Paul continued to kiss him as Gareth moved his arms down and began to wash Paul's lower back, "lower!" Paul ordered breaking the kiss and Gareth massaged the hot hard lumps of muscle that were Paul's arse. Paul turned and Gareth went down on his haunches behind him, his face level with Paul's butt as he washed the strong lean thighs of the man before him. He wasn't nervous now, he was where he wanted to be and his legs were getting more solid. After washing Paul's legs Gareth stood behind and reached around to wash Paul's chest. As his arms reached around his stiff rod bumped against Paul's arse.
"Who's that knocking on my door?" Paul laughed.
Taking the cue Gareth pulled his hips back and then pushed forward so as his hard shaft pumped into the tight valley of Paul's arse.
"Do that again mate!" Paul sighed and Gareth did, and again, and again.
"Want to do the full Monty?" Paul asked as he pulled away.
Gareth was surprised as Paul pulled his toilet bag into the showers and bent over to rummage for something. He produced a black bottle of lubricant and a foil-covered condom. Gareth twitched nervously wondering if he was about to lose his virginal status. Paul surprised him as he opened the condom and rolled it over Gareth's pulsating shaft.
"First time?" Paul asked as he lathered Gareth's condom-coated dick with the cold jelly.
Gareth nodded.
"Well make it good mate!" Paul ordered as he turned and bent over pulling his arse cheeks apart to ease Gareth's entry.
Nervous but excited, Gareth lined his cock against the twitching hole before him. This was not what he expected. He had thought that Paul would be screwing him but it looked like Paul was the one who wanted to be screwed. Slowly he pushed forward and his glans slipped past the tight grip of Paul's ring. Even through the condom Gareth could feel the smooth warm moistness of Paul's back passage. It was glorious; his sensitive knob could feel Paul's heartbeat twitching and massaging as he slid slowly in. Paul was quiet and only gasped a little as Gareth's long narrow rod probed his arse. Gareth's dick felt bigger than it had ever been before, it felt like somebody had inserted a steel rod right up the middle. He pushed forward and suddenly felt this pubic region mash against the tight muscles of Paul's backside.
Paul stood up and Gareth nuzzled his face into the back of the muscular stud's neck.
"First time inside a man?" Paul asked quietly.
"Yes!"
"Well you show your daddy how much you can do now, fuck me big boy!"
Gareth moved his hips back a little and then drove forward, Paul moaned, Gareth did it again and again and soon had a slow sliding rhythm going. But it wasn't for long! The excitement and sensation drove Gareth over the top and in less than a minute he felt something warm stirring in his dick as he came quickly into the rubber chamber! It was over almost as soon as it had begun.
Gareth slumped back dizzy from the orgasm and his dick slid out of Paul's rectum with a plop. He supported himself against the shower wall and began to breathe heavily. The dizziness cleared and he realised he had come too quickly.
"Sorry Paul!"
"For what?"
"For you know coming so fast and all!"
"Hey mate that's no problem!" Paul soothed him, "means you thought I was hot and excited you, that's a compliment thanks!"
Gareth smiled and Paul reached over and kissed him again. He took the gel and poured some into his hand. Gently he began to wash Gareth's bloated and deflating cock.
"When we're finished here we'll go and get something to eat, have a few beers and then if you like you can come back to my place. Would you like that?"
"Hmm!" Gareth sighed.
"And then daddy will make sweet love to your arse all night long just like you did to him just now! Would you like that?"
"Oh yes!"
Paul switched the jets on and the two kissed as the water cascaded over their bodies. Gareth was in heaven. He had expected that Paul would fuck him in return but Paul made no move to even try. Paul picked up the condom from the floor and they dried each other before dressing and switching out all the lights. Paul armed the alarm and the two walked out in the clammy heat of a London evening! As they sat in the patio of a bar just near Piccadilly circus there was something on SKY News about a fatal car crash but neither of them heeded it. Stories like that happened every day!
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