Ravi

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MEETING THE HORNSBYS

Tuesday morning dawned bright and sunny, and we wanted to get over to Ravi's to pick up the truck and equipment, so dad said he's take us over as he wanted to see the truck in any case to make sure we weren't going to kill ourselves in an unroadworthy deathtrap.

As Ravi opened the garage door Dad's face lit up and he gave the truck a quick once-over. "It looks as though you've got a good one here," he said, "and it's small enough to use as a run-around if there are only the two of you."

"Thanks Dad," I said, "I knew you'd like it."

"Glad you approve, Uncle Frank. Sorry, I mean Pops," Ravi said. Dad laughed and put an arm around each of our shoulders.

"Well, I'm proud of you two boys," he said, "now go and make me prouder and make a success of this first job of yours."

After Dad had driven off we checked over the tools we were going to take, and made sure they were all stowed safely on board, including the ride-on mower. At the appointed hour we jumped into the cab and set off for the Hornsbys' house.

As we approached the address we had been given the houses seemed to get further and further apart and sat further and further back from the road. There was obviously serious money here, and the gardens looked to be immaculately kept. Quite how we were going to manage to keep up to this evidently high standard began to worry me. Eventually we reached `High Oaks', the name of the Hornsbys' house and the gates were firmly closed. I looked out of the driver's window and saw a low post with what seemed to be an intercom on the top. I pressed the button and a few seconds later it crackled into life. "Yes? Who is it?" an abrupt voice asked.

"RaviKen, the gardeners," I said, smiling to myself, using our trade name for the first time.

"Come on up to the house," the voice said as the gates silently opened in front of us.

I looked at Ravi just as he turned to me and we both said the same single word. "Money!"

We drove in and the gates closed behind us. Our first impression of the garden as we drove through it was that it wasn't in a bad state. It looked as though it had just been neglected for a few months. As we rounded a bend the house came into view and we were both dumbstruck for a moment. It was huge, and I mean H-U-G-E. We continued in silence and I parked close to the front door. We both jumped out and as we approached the front door, it opened with an electrical whine and we caught our first glimpse of Peter Hornsby. He was a good-looking guy. I wouldn't call him handsome, but definitely worth a second glance. He seemed to be a year or so older than Ravi and me, with brown hair cut very short, almost cropped, and the deepest blue eyes you could imagine. He was dressed, like us, in T-shirt and shorts and he was barefoot. At a guess I put him at almost six-feet but it was difficult to judge as he was in a wheelchair.

The only other thing I was immediately aware of was , I thought, and alarm bell ringing in the distance, but then I realised this was no physical alarm bell, it was purely mental and it was my Gaydar going off. I hadn't seen this man move, I hadn't heard him speak, but my senses were telling me, `he's one of us'.

"You look awfully young to be gardeners," he said with a scowl on his face.

I stretched out my hand to shake with him as I said, "My name's Ken, and this is my partner Ravi." I thought I'd leave it to him to draw whatever inference he liked from the word `partner'.

"I don't shake hands, I don't have the strength in my arms," he said abruptly, but without any trace of self-pity.

"Well, we're pleased to meet you, sir. You must be Peter Hornsby. I spoke to your father on the telephone last week." I said.

"Yes, and if he'd seen how young you were, I doubt you'd have got the job." Peter said.

"Well, we're here now, so I suppose we ought to get on with things." As I said this, a man of around forty appeared from a side room and said, "Excuse me, Mr Peter, would your friends like coffee?"

"Peacock, there are NOT my friends, but I've no doubt they'd appreciate a cup of coffee before they begin working."

Peacock led us to the kitchen where he made coffee for us and I asked him, "What exactly is wrong with Peter Hornsby. Has he been crippled form birth?"

"No, it was an accident about two years ago. He and his ... ... friend were in a car crash. His friend was driving and was killed outright. The driver of the other car, who was, I believe, as drunk as a skunk, was also killed, but Mr Peter was trapped in the car by his legs and has lost the use of them almost totally. He can feel everything, but can hardly move them at all."

"What about his arms?" I asked, "He said he wasn't strong enough to shake hands."

"Well," Peacock said, "according to the experts that's something psychological. He can use his hands alright and his father has installed a lot of electrical equipment which enables him to open doors, windows and curtains and also turn the TV and radio on and off, and the lights in most of the rooms too. He also carries a mobile phone so he can always contact somebody if he gets into difficulties."

"You must think I'm awfully nosey, Peacock, but may I ask what you do here?"

"I'm Mr Peter's minder. I'm not much in evidence when either of Mr Peter's parents are around, but when they're away, as they often are, I come in first thing and get him up, showered and dressed, I feed him, take him to the toilet, fetch and carry for him and then get him into bed at night. I've been here for two months, and I think I'm just about the longest-serving incumbent, but I'm leaving at the end of the week. I've had enough."

"And what will happen then?" I asked. "I neither know nor care. I just can't wait to get out of the bloody place." Peacock said.

"In that case, Peacock," came a voice from the doorway, "you may leave now and don't bother coming back." Peter had obviously overheard at least the last part of the conversation and had a very stern expression on his face. I wondered whether Ravi and I might also be for the high jump, but Peter said nothing, so we put down our mugs and went through the kitchen door and out into the garden. " I think you ought to bring your vehicle around to the back of the house," Peter said, following us out, "Then you can use the sheds out there to store your equipment instead of taking it backwards and forwards each day."

Ravi said he would investigate the sheds while I walked back through the house to the front to get the truck. As I was getting in the cab I saw Peacock come out of the front door and before he slammed it behind him he shouted, "And good riddance."

I drove around and met Ravi as he was coming out of a shed with a new-looking padlock in his hand. "We can store everything on here and lock it up at night, just in case." He said.

We were unloading the truck and were carrying everything into the shed when Peter appeared from the back door. "I wonder if you would do me a favour," he said, grudgingly. It was obvious that he didn't like to admit his weaknesses.

"Happy to help in any way," Ravi said.

"This is a little strange, but now that Peacock's gone, I'm in the embarrassing position of needing to pee and having nobody to help me." He admitted.

"Ah, I see your difficulty," I said. I decided on the spur of the moment to `test the water' and see how Peter would react. "The thing is, Peter -- I trust I may call you Peter -- the thing is you may not want either of us to ... ... how shall I put it ... ... to do anything of a personal nature for you. You see, Peter, Ravi and I are both gay."

Peter's head snapped up as I said THE word. "You're winding me up, aren't you? Peacock told you, didn't he?"

"Told us what?" I asked, "I don't understand." I half-lied.

"I assume Peacock told you about the accident. He normally tells everybody. I suppose he also told you that ... ... Peter hung his head ... ... that my boyfriend was killed in the accident."

I was instantly by his side and Ravi moved to his other side. "Peter, Peacock told us that your friend was driving and was killed. He didn't tell us that he was your boyfriend."

"Shit," said Peter, then he smiled sheepishly, "so I've just outed myself then." He said.

"You said it, sunshine," Ravi said.

Peter grinned again and then said, "is one of you perverts going to manhandle me on to the toilet then?"

"I think we'll both come, Peter," I said, "by the way, it looks as though the accident hasn't affected your libido," noticing that the bulge in his shorts had grown somewhat.

"Thank God no, Percy is still as active as ever, and my sheets have to be changed at least twice a week because mysterious stains keep appearing."

"Percy?" Ravi and I both said together.

Peter blushed. "When mum used to take me to the toilet when I was a kid, she always told me to `point Percy at the porcelain,' and the name's stuck. I always refer to my cock as Percy."

"Well, Ravi and I will take you and Percy to the toilet then, and we'll see if Percy `stands up' to our expectations."

"Well, he's certainly standing up now," Peter said, still blushing. "God, I've not been able to talk to anyone like this since ... since the accident." Peter's face turned sad for a moment before he said, "Come on then you two, before I have another accident!"

Peter's wheelchair could achieve quite a speed on the straight, but he couldn't use full power when he was negotiating indoors. He led us to suite of rooms, which had been specially adapted for him. I half expected him to have a hospital-style bed, but I saw that he had what looked like a 6-foot divan. The en-suite bathroom had been converted to a wetroom and the doorways had been widened especially to accommodate his wheelchair. Also, the only door was at the entrance to the suite. Once inside there were no doors. When we asked him why he said that as he was the only person who would be using it, there would be no need for privacy and, in fact, since he needed help with dressing, showering and the toilet, he had no privacy anyway.

"Okay, boys if you can get me to the toilet, one of you could hold me up while the other gets my shorts down, I'm not wearing any pants, I rarely do, then when you sit me down, you'll have to poke my cock down between my legs so I don't spray everywhere. As Ravi still had his lower arm in plaster I grabbed Peter's arms and put them round my neck, telling him to interlace his fingers, then I swung him over to the toilet and Ravi knelt and lowered his shorts. As he did so, of course, Peter's cock was on a level with his face. His cock immediately sprang upwards and was a good seven inches long and as hard as a rock. He was uncut but with the glans poking out of the end.

"Very nice," Ravi breathed, almost silently, then leaned forward and planted a kiss lightly on the tip.

"Oh, God that was good," Peter said, but I can't wait any longer, so shove it down between my legs, but as gently as you can." Peter showed visible signs of relief as he peed, and then looked at Ravi and I and said, "So you're both gay too, eh? I suppose you're a couple."

"We are, but we've only been together for a few days. In fact, we've only known each other for a few days."

"Oh, so I don't suppose you'll be interested in a little playing around then. You're both good-looking guys and I was hoping maybe ... ... ..." Peter's voice tailed off and he hung his head. I looked at Ravi, grinned and we nodded to one another.

We stood Peter up and Ravi gave Peter's cock a shake to remove the loose drips. Peter was still staring at the floor, and then Ravi took Peter's cock in his hand and thence into his mouth. Peter's head snapped up, just like it had when we'd told him we were gay, but this time there was a smile on his face, which quickly changed to a grin. "Why don't we get on to the bed?" He suggested. I can manoeuvre myself better on there."

Between us Ravi and I got Peter on to the bed, pulled his shorts right off (they were still round his ankles, then we pulled off his T-shirt and laid him back on the bed. It was at this point we realised that this was no ordinary divan, it was a waterbed. Peter found enough strength to move his hands to his cock and squeeze it with his fingers. "Leave that alone, Peter," I said, "Ravi and I will do that for you when we're ready." I looked down at Peter and could see that his legs were quite thin, especially around the areas where the muscles were wasting away, but his upper body was pretty good, and there was certainly nothing wrong with his cock. "Ready?" I asked Ravi.

Ravi nodded and we both took off our boots and socks, then our T-shirts. We were both half-hard inside our shorts and getting harder. "Are you ready for this, Peter?" I asked, slipping my thumbs inside my waistband. Peter looked down at his hard cock, which was now leaking precum.

"What does it bloody look like?" he asked, half-laughing, half in desperation.

Together, Ravi and I lowered our shorts and Peter's face was an absolute picture. "You have no idea how much I've longed for this to happen, and I thought it never would." He said. We lowered ourselves on to the bed, one either side of Peter.

"What would you like to do first?" I asked him.

"First of all, I just want to lie here and be held by another naked man. In fact, by two naked men." Ravi and I sandwiched Peter between us with Peter's hard cock nestling in my arse crack and Ravi's resting in Peter's. I reached behind me, grabbed Peter's hand and pulled it around in front of me, and his fingers wrapped around my cock. Let me tell you there was absolutely nothing wrong with his fingers. He was handling me like a professional.

"Oh, guys, this is soooo special. You don't know how great this is for me. Shit, I think I've died and gone to heaven. I'm sorry, Ken but any minute now your arse is gonna be soooo messy. Ohhhhhhhhh shit, I'm gonna ... ... ... ... AAAAAAAAAAAaaahhhhhh, Oh my God, I'm going to ... ... ... ..." I felt the warmth of his boyjuice on my back and in my crack.

Peter was totally out of it. His breath on my neck confirmed that nothing serious was wrong with him. Ravi whispered, "Is he okay do you think?"

"He's just fine, Ravi," I replied, "he's just fine."

"If he cums just by lying down with us just think what he'd be like once we really get to work on him."

"Oh, you want to get to work on him do you, Ravi?" I asked.

"Well, I think he needs us, don't you?"

"What do you mean, Ravi?" I asked

"Well, he's a totally different guy to the one who opened the front door to us, don't you think?" Ravi replied.

"Of course, you're right," I said. "So what do you propose?"

"Well, as his parents are away until later in the week, and as he told Peacock to fuck off, although not in those terms, of course, he's got nobody to take care of him. So he's got nobody to feed him, nobody to wash him, nobody to put him to bed or get him up. I think we ought to stay with him, at least until the day his mother gets home. There's loads of work to do in the garden, so we're going to be here anyway, we might as well stay here overnight as well."

"Do you think he'll go for that?" I asked. "Do you think he'll let us do that for him?"

"I don't think he's got much choice." I said.

"Of course I've got a fucking choice," Peter said, rousing from his sexually induced stupor, "and I'd really be grateful if you WOULD stay with me, boys. Not because of the reasons you discussed, although I don't deny that it would be a great advantage. No. the reason I want you to stay is because I think that you're both as sexy as hell and I can't wait for you to take serious liberties with this poor, crippled boy."

"Ok Peter," I said, "We'll stay on one condition,"

Peter looked worries as he said, "and what's that?"

"Peter, you have to stop doing yourself down. I know that you've been through a lot, but you have to make the best of what you've got, and all the time you're calling yourself a cripple and decrying yourself, you're never going to perform to your full potential. You're a good-looking bloke, you've got a great personality when you try, and what you've got between your legs a lot of guys would give their right arm for. Make the most of it, Peter. Go for everything you think you can achieve and then more. You've certainly succeeded in seducing Ravi and me -- not that we needed much seducing -- so I'm absolutely certain there's a guy out there just for you."

Peter was silent for a moment or two and then said, "Nobody's ever spoken to me like that before. If somebody had said that to me yesterday I would have given then a piece of my mind and they would have been out of the door, but you guys are different. You guys tell it like it is. You don't have to stay with me, I can easily get somebody from the agency to take over from Peacock."

"Peter," began Ravi, "we didn't say that we would stay with you for any other reason than that we like you as a person. We want you to be our friend. In fact, we want you to become more than a friend, don't we Ken?"

"Peter, Ravi's right," I said, "We really want to stay here with you. We want to make love to you and we want you to make love to us, and don't say that you can't, because you can. There's always a way. Ravi and I have only gone as far as oral sex so far, but we want to go all the way. In the meantime we'd be happy to share what we've experienced with you. If you're not happy with all that, we'll disappear into the garden and you need never speak to us again."

"Hmmm," Peter mused, "in that case you might just be the only gardeners who never do any gardening."

For the next couple of hours the three of us had a great deal of fun and got a great deal of satisfaction discovering just what Peter was capable of. He was amazed at his own capabilities when it came to getting us off and revelled in experiences that he hadn't experienced since the death of his boyfriend, and that he thought he might never experience again. By the time we dragged ourselves out of bed and into the shower Peter's attitude to life had changed from morose resignation to cautious optimism.

We had even more fun in the shower, which was more than big enough for the three of us, and had a special built-in seat for Peter. The seat was made from plastic and was open weave to allow penetration of water, and there was a shower jet situated under the seat, but that doesn't alter the fact that Peter's butt needed to be soaped. This time it was Ravi's turn to put Peter's arms around his neck to lift him, and I did the soaping.

"Nobody's ever done this for me before," Peter said with a huge smile on his face.

"Well, I'll be sure to make a good job of it," I said as I soaped up a washcloth. I gave both cheeks a good cleaning and then said, "I think your crack's a bit too narrow to get a cloth in there. I think I'll just use my finger."

"Oh, shit," Peter said, grinning even wider. I soaped up my left hand and gently ran it up and down between Peter's cheeks, making sure I slowed down as I ran my fingers over his rosebud. A bead of precum appeared at the tip of his cock, which was pressed hard against Ravi's thigh. I carried on with my finger work and then gently slipped a finger inside. Peter caught his breath, and then, as I found his prostate, he cried out as he shot his load over Ravi's thigh, then as he came down from his high Ravi sat him gently on the shower seat and kissed him softly on the lips.

"Boys, that was bloody fantastic," Peter said. "I really don't know how to thank you."

"Peter," began Ravi, "will you please get it into your thick head that you don't have to thank us. We're not doing this because we feel sorry for you or because you're in a wheelchair. We're doing this because we're randy gay teenagers, and in this case three is NOT a crowd, three is a turn-on, and if we weren't doing it with you, we'd probably be doing it with someone else, so you can just stop this `thank-you' business and accept the situation for what it is, and get used to it because it's going to keep on happening as long as we're here. Now let's get out of here and get dressed so we can get on with some work."

Rather than bother with the wheelchair I carried Peter through to the bedroom and sat him on a chair. Ravi and I dressed quickly and then Peter asked us to put a clean T-shirt and shorts on him. His clothes were all in a walk-in wardrobe next to the bathroom and when I went in there I was amazed at the clothes in there. Everything from silk underwear to formal dress. When I mentioned it to him he explained that they were mainly pre-accident clothes and that some of them had belonged to his boyfriend.

"Did your boyfriend used to stay here with you then?" I asked.

"Well, it was in the other house, before we moved here, but yes, he stayed here two or three nights a week."

"And your parents were okay with that?" Ravi asked.

"Yes, Dad especially. He figured that it was better for me to have a regular boyfriend than for me to get my exploits in the paper. Mum wasn't so keen, but once she really got to know Stevie she was okay. Stevie could charm the birds out of the trees." Peter said wistfully.

"And you mentioned the other house. Where did you live before you moved here?" I asked.

"Just two doors away down the hill," Peter said, "but this house being all on one level it's easier for me to get around on my own. Dad was going to have a lift (that's an elevator to my American friends) put in the old house, but then old Mrs Spencer died and he picked this place up for a song. Now then, where are you going to start with the garden?"

"I thought it might be a good idea to start right by the front door and work our way along the frontage of the house. I think that would make the most impact for when your parents come home. Make it look as though we're earning our money."

"You've already earned your money today," Peter said with a lascivious grin. Then he thought for a moment and said, "Hey, do you want to earn yourselves some overtime?"

"Why not?" Ravi and I said together.

"Well, now that Peacock's gone I've got nobody to take care of my needs until mum and dad get home. How would you fancy staying here with me not just for tonight, but until Mum gets home?"

Ravi and I looked at one another and Ravi asked with a grin, "Well, Ken, do you want to stay and ... ... umm ... ... take care of Peter's needs?"

"I though we already had," I answered.

"No, seriously boys, it would save me phoning the agency and I think you realise by now that I like you guys and I'd rather have you take care of me than anyone else ... ... ... in every way!!"

"You've got it, Peter," I said, and he came and kissed each of us on the cheek.

We collected the tools we needed form the shed and went through to the front of the house. There were about six steps up to the front door and we offered to carry Peter's wheelchair down the steps so he could be with us, but he said that he could see us well enough from the top of the steps. There were a dozen or so tubs and troughs by the front door, all of which had flowers in, but there were also quite a few weeds, so I started work on these while Ravi began weeding the narrow beds along the rest of the frontage of the house. Peter pointed out which was his bedroom window and asked Ravi to cut back the bushes that were growing there so he could see out of his window better. About forty minutes into our efforts Peter suggested that we might like a cold drink, so I went through to the kitchen and poured three glasses of Pepsi, and Ravi and I sat with Peter. Ravi took care of Peter's drink, putting the glass to his lips every so often.

Once our glasses were empty Ravi took them back to the kitchen and I turned round a little too quickly and caught my foot in the wheel of Peter's wheelchair, and I was heading for a headlong fall down the steps when a hand stretched out and grabbed me.

"God, thanks, Peter, I thought I'd had it then," I said as Peter's other hand came across and began rubbing my hand. "Peter, your arms ... ... ..." I said.

Peter looked at me quizzically and then realised what he had done.

"Bloody hell, Ken," he said, a grin splitting his face from ear to ear. "Yes!!!" he said as his fist punched the air.

"What's going on?" asked Ravi as he came through the front door, only to see Peter with his fist in the air. Ravi's jaw dropped. "What happened?" he asked.

"I was about to fall down the steps when Peter put his arm out and grabbed me." I said.

"The shrink always said there was nothing wrong with my arms," Peter said, lowering his arm, "and I suppose deep down inside I believed him, but I never thought it would happren. But when I saw you about to take a tumble down the steps, I didn't even think about it. I just reached out and grabbed you. But now my arm's aching like buggery," he said.

"Well, they will until you've got your strength built up again." I said.

Peter forbade us from doing any more gardening for the rest of the day as he wanted us to celebrate the fact that he had regained the use of his arms. Of course, he still had a long way to go and was almost manic when he found a few hours later that he couldn't raise his right arm, but he soon found that that was due to overwork of his still-weak muscles.

When it got to bedtime Peter confessed that he was frightened to go to sleep in case he woke up the next morning unable to use his arms again. "Hey, Peter, it won't happen," I told him. "You know that it must have been psychological, and you've overcome that now."

"Yes, you're right of course, Ken, and it was due to you that it happened in the first place."

"No, Peter," I said, "it was your concern for me that did it, it was nothing that I did. You did it all yourself."

"Yes, but I don't think I could have done it if it had been anyone other than one of you two."

We undressed for bed, and for the first time in over two years Peter managed to undress himself. "Hey guys," he said, "this means that you're going to be denied one of the best things that might have happened if I hadn't regained the use of my arms."

"What's that?" asked Ravi.

"You won't have to wipe my arse after I've taken a shit." He said with a grin, "speaking of which ... ... ..."

"Okay, okay, we'll get you in there, then you can take care of yourself." I said, so Ravi and I got him on to the toilet and, as usual, skin-to-skin had the age-old effect and his cock was pointing straight upwards.

"Aren't you going to tuck it down for me?" he asked.

"You can do it yourself now," I said.

Peter grinned and said, "Spoilsport!" So I tucked it in for him anyway and as I bent down to do so he gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "You'd better go now, Ken, or you might regret it."

As I left the room I hear one of the longest farts I have ever heard in my life. Boy was I glad I got out when I did. While Ravi and I were alone we took advantage of the privacy and spent some skin-to-skin time and we were hard before we knew it. We lay on the waterbed in the `69' position and gave one another some really great attention. I was the first to cum and it was too much for Ravi to cope with. He very nearly choked, and as he coughed so he climaxed, and he too produced a goodly amount of boyjuice.

"Hey Ken," he said when he'd got his breath back, "where did that lot come from? I've never known you produce that much." As Ravi said this we heard the toilet flush and Peter was calling to us.

"Hey guys," you might want to bring the air-freshener in with you. There's an aerosol on the table just outside the doorway."

We gave each other a lingering kiss (with tongues, of course) before we got up and Ravi grabbed the aerosol.

As we walked through the doorway Ravi lost no time in spraying all around the room, and with good cause. The smell was pretty appalling and it was a damned good job Peter could now wipe his own arse as I think I would probably have puked had I had to do it. Peter, however, was sitting, grinning his head off looking much relieved and playing gently with his cock. "Hey, guys, I am sooooo pleased that I can do this properly again."

"You leave that alone, Peter," Ravi said, "just because you've got your arms back doesn't mean that you can deprive us of the pleasure of your cock."

"I wouldn't dream of it," Peter said, "I'm all yours, boys."

We got Peter back into bed and immediately he manoeuvred himself on to his back. Hey guys, that would have taken me so much more time and effort without my arms," then he shuffled himself into the middle and patted the bed on either side of himself, inviting us in.

No sooner had we lain down one hand was on each of our cocks, playing gently with them as they began to harden. "Oh, boy. You don't know how great this is," Peter said, "I slipped my hand across and gently took his cock in my hand and began to do to him what he was doing to us. "Shit, that's good," Peter moaned as his precum began to flow. Within five minutes, we all had stomachs covered with our juices, so I slipped out of bed and got a washcloth from the bathroom to clean us up. "Hey guys this means no more cummy sheets for people to change." Peter said. "The only way I could get myself off before was with my fingers when I was lying on my side, and then I couldn't clean up afterwards. Sometimes it was sooo embarrassing, especially if it was my mum."

Peter was in seventh heaven, but he was still really worried that when he woke up the next morning he would be back to square one.

When I woke the next morning it was to the sound of somebody humming, and the waterbed was rocking gently as that person gently rubbed his cock. "Good morning, Peter," I said, "you sound like a happy boy." I turned towards him and was rewarded by a gentle kiss on the lips and a wicked giggle.

"Ken, you don't know how good this feels," Peter said. "The only thing that could make me feel better at the moment is a long, leisurely pee." He added.

"I'll second that," came Ravi's voice from the other side of the bed. Peter turned to him, kissed him and said, "Hi Ravi, you look ravishingly good this morning."

"He always looks gorgeous to me," I said, getting out of bed.

"You look pretty good yourself, Kenny," Ravi said, "especially that thing sticking up from your crotch." Well, we were three of a kind in that score and as Ravi and I walked into the bathroom with Peter supported between us, Peter said, "straight into the shower, boys, set it going and we can pee in there. Beats having to aim at the loo and either getting uncomfortable or missing completely." So that's just what we did, then we sat Peter down and the three of us luxuriated in the warm, jetted water.

Over the next couple of days, we got the whole of the house frontage tidied up and, though I say it myself, it looked pretty damned good. Peter gave us as much help as he could and his arms seemed to grow stronger by the hour. You could see the worry lines disappearing from his face and a smile played about his lips for most of the time. Peter was enjoying life again.

He had told us that he used to be a pretty good cook before the accident, but obviously, the kitchen worktops were much too high for him now. During one of his forays into the depths of the shed we were using for our equipment, Ravi found an old wooden table. Peter said that it must have been there when they moved in, but that if we cut about four or five inches off the legs it would be an ideal working height for him. Peter decided to take on the mutilated table as a project for himself and he sanded it back to the bare wood, then stained and varnished it, and on the day that Peter's mother was due back home Ravi and I carried it into the kitchen. We covered part of the table with a clean cloth and placed a chopping board on the other part. We also made sure that knives and other utensils were accessible for him.

"I'm going to have a meal ready for mum when she gets home," Peter told us.

"Do you want a hand with anything?" Ravi asked.

"Oh no, this is going to be all my own work, but thanks for the offer Ravi. I can't wait to see the look on her face when she finds out, and then I'll have the devil's own job to convince her not to tell dad. I want to greet him at the front door and hold out my hand for a handshake. Dad and I have always greeted one another with a handshake ever since I was about six years old, and that's one of the things I've missed so much because it always led to a hug, and I've missed those hugs."

Mrs Hornsby was due home at around six o'clock and as we left the house for the day at around four o'clock, Peter was getting himself ready to prepare the meal. He was humming again, and had a huge smile on his face. He gave us each a kiss and we climbed into the truck and left.

That night was wonderful for Ravi and I. It had been great fun spending a few nights with Peter, but it was great to be home again. We brought mum and dad up to speed on how things were going at the Hornsby's' including telling them about Peter's accident and the recovery of the use of his arms. We also told them that he was gay and dad warned us to keep very quiet about that. Mr Hornsby was a very prominent businessman both locally and nationally, and even internationally, so his private life was under scrutiny all the time. Any scandal about the Hornsbys could mean disaster.

"But Dad, you're a businessman and I'm gay, wouldn't it be the same for you?" I asked.

"Ken. I've got a lot less to lose than Maurice Hornsby. He's worth a few billion, and I'm not worth anything like that. Besides, I don't give a damn what people think. You guys have my full support and you always will have."

"Thanks, Pop," said Ravi, "that means a lot to us, doesn't it, Kenny?" I nodded, "and I think Peter's dad will have the same attitude, but we'll keep it strictly `entre-nous'.

We'd been lying in bed in each other's arms for about twenty minutes when Ravi said, "Kenny, when we were in the shower with Peter you put a finger in his arse, didn't you?"

"Yea, I did," I said.

"Well, I was just wondering ... umm ... well, I wondered what it felt like ... ..."

"And you were wondering if maybe I'd do it to you too?" I asked.

"Ravi grinned and nodded, then kissed me and said, "Please, Kenny."

"Why have you suddenly started calling me Kenny?" I asked.

"No reason, I just like it. Do you mind?"

"No, of course not," I told him, "Mum and Dad used to call me Kenny when I was a little kid, and Mum still does sometimes, especially if she wants me to do something for her."

I ran my hands down over the cheeks of Ravi's arse and his cock immediately began to harden against mine, which started me off too. As soon as my precum began oozing, I lubed up my finger, pushed back the bedclothes and told Ravi to get on his back and raise his knees with his feet flat on the bed, thus exposing his rosebud for me. I was aware that Ravi had some hair in his crack, but quite how much I didn't realise until I examined him closely. I found it to be a real turn-on and I told him so. Ravi's cock was now oozing precum and I added some of his to mine on my finger and pressed gently against the entrance to his tunnel of love. Instinctively Ravi clamped shut, so I told him to try to relax and when he did my fingertip slipped inside.

Ravi winced and I thought I had hurt him, but as more of my finger slipped inside I realised that it was not pain but pleasure that had caused it.

"My God that feels wonderful, Kenny," Ravi whispered. "No wonder Peter enjoyed it, it feels bloody fantastic."

I pulled my finger out ready to push two in and Ravi gave a moan of protest. "Don't worry, Ravi, this will feel better, I'm sure," I said as I pushed both fingers in.

With a sharp intake of breath Ravi said, "Oh, Kenny, that's fantastic, that's fucking amazing." I knew that it had to be good because Ravi had managed to stop swearing since he had lived with us, but what he was experiencing was obviously too good to be bothering with pleasantries. Just then, I must have caught Ravi's prostate as he cried out in ecstasy.

I kissed Ravi gently on the lips and his eyes sprang open as he said, "I've got to have you inside me, Kenny, I want you inside me NOW. I want you to make love to me, to fuck me. He leaned back and raised his feet off the bed. "Come on, Kenny pleeeeaassse."

I slipped down between Ravi's legs and said, "Ravi, I want you to promise me that you'll stop me if it hurts. I don't think I could live with myself if I hurt you."

"Just hurry up, Kenny, I neeeeeed you inside me. Bury it deep, please Kenny."

I was leaking precum copiously by now, and I didn't have any other type of lube to hand anyway (and I'd only have used Vaseline anyway, because I knew nothing about KY or Astrogide or any other purpose-made lubes at that time.)

I readied myself and looked down at Ravi's flushed face. He looked at me expectantly and I pressed my cock against his rosebud. "Yes please, Kenny" he whispered. I began to push gently. It was obvious that he wanted this badly, and the closer I got to entering him, the more I wanted it myself. Ravi relaxed his muscle and my glans slipped inside him. His eyes went wide. At first I thought it was with pain, but then I realised that it was with wonder. I pushed in slowly and gently and the further in I pushed the wider the beatific smile spread across Ravi's face. "Oh, God I'm in heaven," he said softly, "now right in, please, my love."

He'd never called me that before, `my love'. I liked it. I liked it a lot. I pushed right in as far as I could until I felt myself pressing against the cheeks of his arse. As I did so he clamped his cheeks shut and the feeling on my cock was amazing. It already felt like soft velvet inside there, and now it felt like a well-fitting glove, a velvet glove. I was very close to ejaculation but I pulled out partway and then pushed hard into him.

"Oh, yessss," Ravi said. Again Kenny, again. I did it again -- and again -- and again. I carried on almost to the point of no return, but I managed to stop myself, and as Ravi looked up at me he gave me a grin and asked, "Nearly there?" I nodded and he said, "When you're ready I want to feel you cum inside me. I want your juice inside my guts."

I leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips. "Ravi," I whispered, "nothing would give me greater pleasure, my sweet, sweet boy. Your love canal feels like finest silk, like a velvet glove which is a perfect fit." As if to prove the point Ravi clenched the cheeks of his arse again and another bead of precum appeared on the tip of his cock, then dribbled down on to his stomach. I began to ease out and then pressed in again -- hard, and repeated the process over and over again. Ravi's breathing began to get ragged and he bucked several times, probably when I caught his prostate just right. I could tell that he was getting close, and I was damned sure that I couldn't last much longer myself.

"Oh yessss, Kenny, yessss," Ravi moaned between breaths, his arse clamping and unclamping on my cock, and the more he clamped the closer I got until finally I could hold off no longer and emptied myself into him. "Oh God, Kenny, yesssss, yesss, AAAAAaaaaahhhhhh." Ravi's first blast reached his shoulder and the second and third weren't far behind. I was still emptying myself inside him. I don't think that I'd ever produced so much, and it was pretty obvious that Ravi's was close to his personal best!

I collapsed on top of him and kissed his neck as tears began to roll down his cheeks. I didn't have to ask, I knew that they were tears of joy and that it had been as good for Ravi as it had been for me. We didn't say another word to one another that night. Nothing needed to be said. We both knew that we had discovered something magical and wonderful, and we both knew that we would never forget what had happened between us that night. Even now I can replay it in my mind like a cinefilm, frame by frame and it still makes me hard.

When I woke up the next morning I opened my eyes and I was staring into Ravi's big brown ones. There was a smile on his lips as he leaned in and kissed me gently. "Thank you sooo much for last night, Kenny," he said. "I'm sorry I didn't ask you if you wanted me to make love to you. I know I should have done but I just slipped into sleep I was so happy and satisfied."

"Ravi. My sweet, sweet Ravi, no thanks are necessary, and if you'd offered to make love to me I would have turned you down. I was already on sensory overload, and either I would have gone totally crazy or, more probably, I'd have fallen asleep underneath you."

Ravi giggled and said, "I'd probably have been asleep before you, Kenny, but what we did was amazing."

"It was for me too, Ravi, it was for me, and I can't wait until we do it again, but hey -- no pressure."

"Me neither," he said, "but right now we'd better get up and shower, because I'm dying to find out what Mrs Hornsby has to say about Peter's recovery, but I think we'd better have a shower first, it smells like a cum factory in here, and I think that's got something to do with us."

Of course, we had a little play in the shower and it wasn't only water that was flowing down the drain!

We were buzzed in to `High Oaks' by a female voice, and as the house came into view I have to confess, it did look good, damned good. Mrs Hornsby has obviously arrived as scheduled, and her Mercedes Benz was parked outside the front door. We drove around to the back door and as we pulled up the kitchen door opened and a smartly dressed woman of about fifty stood there, smiling happily.

"Good morning, boys. You must be Ravi and Ken. I'm Adele Hornsby. Peter hasn't stopped talking about you two since I arrived home, and with good reason."

"Pleased to meet you, Mrs Hornsby," we chorused, and both shook her hand. "Please call me Adele," she said, "Mrs Hornsby makes me feel old. Now firstly I have to congratulate you on the work you've done at the front of the house. I hardly recognised the place when I drove in yesterday evening. But what I rally want to talk to you about is Peter. I don't know what you've done to him, but he's a totally different boy to the one I left a few days ago, and I don't mean just that he's regained the use of his arms, although Lord knows that's an answer to a prayer. Do you know, boys, he's almost back to the way he was before the accident. In fact, he IS back to the way he was."

"Speaking of Peter, where is he?" I asked.

"Oh, he's in the shower, and I'd better go and help him out before he dissolves." She laughed as she spoke.

"I'll go," said Ravi.

"Oh no, he doesn't like other people to ... ... ... what on earth am I talking about? I'm sorry boys, but before you arrived on the scene he wouldn't let anybody near him if I was around, but from what he's told me that's all changed now. Go ahead, Ravi, and while you're seeing to him I'll cook breakfast for us all. I assume you're up for a cooked breakfast?" she asked, looking at us. Our grins answered her question and Ravi went to see to Peter.

"Sit down, please Ken," she said as she busied herself with eggs and bacon. For a moment I thought I was in for a roasting. "Ken, Peter has told me what happened over the last few days, and I just want to get one thing straight with you."

"Mrs Hornsby ... Adele ... Let me just say that whatever Peter might have told you neither Ravi nor I inveigled him into anything that he didn't want to do."

"Ken, I'm well aware of that," she said, taking my hand, "in fact, what I'm trying to make sure of is that it wasn't the other way round, that Peter didn't seduce either of you into doing something that you weren't happy with. He told me that you and Ravi are a couple, and some couples are pretty exclusive and don't want to share their ... shall we say `favours' -- with others. I just want to make sure that Peter hasn't forced himself on you. I know how persuasive he can be, remember."

"Adele, there has been no coercion on either side. Ravi and I have only been together for a very short time, and we agreed at the outset that our relationship wouldn't necessarily be exclusive, and that we might play away occasionally but that we would always be totally honest with one another. Do you really think that I would have let Ravi go and help Peter in the shower if I wasn't totally happy about it?" I said.

"You're right, of course, Ken, and I thought they'd have been back by now. Maybe I'd better go and see ..."

"Adele," I interrupted, "I wouldn't if I was you, you might be a little embarrassed."

"You mean you think ... ..."

"I have no doubt, dear lady, no doubt whatsoever."

Adele blushed and said, "More than once I caught him in a compromising position with Stevie when I came home from work. I didn't even know Stevie was here. I'm sorry, did Peter tell you about Stevie?"

"A little," I replied.

"You're honoured. He finds it very difficult to talk about him, even now." As she said this we heard a hoot of laughter from down the corridor. "I haven't heard Peter laugh like that for two years," Adele said. "You have no idea how much it means to me to have him back again. I wanted to phone his father last night but he wouldn't let me. Maurice would have come straight home if I'd told him, even if it meant missing out on a multi-million pound deal. Peter means more to him -- and me, of course -- than anything.

"Let me see if I can get those two in here," I said. "Come on you two," I called, "you'll have me getting jealous."

"If you're feeling jealous, you'd better come and join us," Peter called back, laughing.

Just after that Ravi walked into the room looking a little flushed and dishevelled and grinning like a Cheshire cat. "Where's Peter?" I asked.

"He's just putting his shirt on," Ravi said. I looked meaningfully downwards and he hastily zipped up his flies.

"Listen, boys, I'm only going to say this once because Peter has told me that you don't want our thanks, but if I don't do it I'll never forgive myself. What you've done for Peter is nothing short of a miracle, and I HAVE to thank you. If ever either of you ever needs anything, just name it. Whenever it is and wherever you are in the world just pick up the phone and it's yours. That is a personal promise from me, over and above whatever my husband wants to do for you."

"Thanks, Adele," I said.

"Thank you Mrs Hornsby," Ravi said.

"Ravi, it's Adele please."

Ravi nodded and then said, "Come on Ken, we're here to do some gardening, we'd better get on with it."

As Ravi said this, Peter wheeled himself into the kitchen. Gone was the electric wheelchair, he was now using his arms to propel himself in a regular one. "Got to get my muscles built up," he said, "now tell me where you're working today and I'll come and wield the whip." He said. "Hey Ken, got a kiss for me?"

I did a passable impersonation of a beetroot as Adele laughed, "don't mind me, I got used to it when Stevie was around ... oh, I'm sorry, Peter." She said, putting the breakfast on the table.

"Mum, I think I'm over that now. Stevie's memory will always be very special to me, but I'm done with mourning. Life is good, and I'm out to enjoy it." And with this he tucked into his eggs and bacon. When I looked at Adele there was a tear in her eye, but it was one of joy.

We worked right through the morning. Ravi took the lawn mower and mowed the lawns in front of the house while I took the strimmer and cut the awkward bits around trees and other obstructions. Peter kept an almost constant supply of cold drinks coming as it was a blisteringly hot day. We had planned to drive down to the local Pizza Parlour for lunch but Adele wouldn't hear of it. "Go and have a nice cold shower and help yourselves to some of Peter's clean clothes," she said, "then you'll be nice and fresh for this afternoon."

Peter didn't join us in the shower but I don't think I need to tell you that he was very much in evidence when we came out, ostensibly to have clean towels ready for us, but his newly strengthened arms were everywhere, and by the time he had finished with us it wasn't only water that was decorating the towels!

Lunch was wonderful. Nobody cooks a hamburger like a multi-billionaire's wife, but it was the salads and everything else with it that made it a great meal. Adele kept up animated chatter throughout the meal until Peter said, "For heaven's sake, mother, what is the matter with you?"

"I'm sorry," she said, "I'm just so nervous. You dad will never forgive me for not getting in touch with him. He always says before he goes away to let him know if there's any change in your condition."

"Yes, mum, but he means if there's any change for the worse, and if he needs setting straight, I'll be the one to do it. Besides, he's not going to take it out on you is he?"

"No, of course not, darling, it's just that we share everything and I feel so guilty about not telling him." Adele said

"Well, if you really feel bad about it, just ring him and tell him and have done with it. I just wanted it to be a surprise." Peter paused in thought for a moment and then said, "Look, mum, you're going to be phoning him anyway, aren't you?" Adele nodded, "Well, just tell him that I have a surprise for him and that I've forbidden you to tell him what it is. It's true when you think about it."

Adele thought about it for a moment and smiled, "I think that's an excellent compromise. He'll be home tomorrow night anyway. Just wait until he meets you on Monday morning, boys, he'll be all over you. Peter is the apple of his eye and he'll be over the moon to have him back again."

"Mother, I haven't been anywhere." Peter said with a wink at us.

"You know damned-well what I mean," Adele said, "Now, you'd better get back outside and keep an eye on these lazy little buggers that call themselves gardeners." Her laughter followed us out of the door as we went back to work for the afternoon.

At about five o'clock the sky clouded over and there were a few spots of rain so we decided to call it a day. We went into the kitchen where Adele was waiting for us with a cup of tea and an envelope. "Now I don't know what payment arrangements Maurice made with you, but it's only fair that I pay you for this week. I realise it's nothing like what you're worth, but it'll keep you going until Maurice can sort it out."

"Thanks, Adele," we said together -- we seemed to be doing that more and more lately.

We drank our tea and Ravi was about to go in search of the clothes we had been wearing that morning when Peter said, "Don't worry, boys, I've put them through the washing machine with some of my gear. I'll have them all dry for you when you come back on Monday."

"Guys, I just can't stop him from doing anything and everything around the house," Adele said, "but I'm afraid the novelty will soon wear off, so I'm taking advantage of it while I can. Have a lovely weekend, boys, and I look forward to seeing you again on Monday." With that she kissed us both on the cheek and so did Peter. As we drove away they were both outside the back door waving to us.

As we drove out of the gates Ravi opened the envelope that Adele had given us. There was utter silence for a moment as he stared at the cheque. "What's up, Ravi? Not enough?"

Ravi turned the cheque over and looked at the back, and then he began to laugh. "What is it, Ravi?" I asked.

Ravi held the cheque out for me to see, but we were at a road junction and I was watching out for traffic. "Just tell me, Ravi," I said."

"Okay, Kenny, the cheque is for five thousand pounds, and on the back Adele has written, `I won't take no for an answer'."

"Holy shit," I said, "Five grand for having fun! Hmmmm ... ... normally I'd turn the truck around and take the cheque back, but in view of what she's written on the back, I guess we can't argue." We drove the rest of the way home in silence, pondering on our good fortune, but I still felt as guilty as hell taking the money. Of course, I realised that five grand was a mere drop in the ocean to the Hornsby's, but I still felt bad.

We walked through the front door and mum greeted us both with a kiss, and then the whirlwind called Jodie appeared and did the same. "Dad and I are off out tonight and Jodie's going over Michelle's and staying the night. Do you think you two can fend for yourselves?"

"We could see if Carl and Emilio want to go out for a meal, our treat, couldn't we?" I said to Ravi.

"Excellent idea," Ravi said.

"You mean your Uncle Carl?" mum asked.

"Of course Uncle Carl," I said. We went out with him and Emilio last week."

"Hmmmm ... ummm ... are you sure that's wise?" Mum asked.

"Mum, is this to do with the gay thing?" I asked.

"Well, yes, I suppose it is. No doubt you'll be going to a gay venue, and from what I've heard they're not very nice places."

"Mum, we'll be with family. There's no changing the fact that we're gay, and we're going to want to meet up with other gay guys as well as straight people. That's what gay clubs are for. Sure there are places that are nothing more than glorified brothels, and not too glorified at that, but we'll be guided by Carl and Emilio. They know what's what. We'll be safe with them."

Mum visibly relaxed. "Of course," she said, "I was just being stupid, I'm sorry, boys. Give Carl a call now and see if he's doing anything, and give him my love, please. Maybe we can all get together for an evening soon."

I called Carl and as luck would have it, he and Emilio were just discussing how they were going to spend their Friday night. We made arrangements to meet at 9 o'clock at the restaurant we had been to with them previously, then we sat down with mum and told her how our time at the Hornsby's had gone. We told her everything, except how much we had been paid. I thought that might prove a bit too much for her.

Dad arrived home about an hour later, and it was a mad rush for him to get ready in time to go out. Mum brought him up to speed while he was dressing on how things had gone at High Oaks, and before he dashed out of the door he told us that he was proud of us both, and that he was delighted that we had made such a good impression with the Hornsby's.

We had a great night out with Carl and Emilio and collapsed into bed when we got home, drifting straight into the arms of Morpheus. When I woke on Sunday morning I put out my hand towards Ravi and all I touched was empty bed. I felt quite lonely because this hadn't happened since Ravi had moved in. We'd always got up together, if you know what I mean. I could hear laughter coming from elsewhere in the house, so I went for a pee and then put a pair of boxers and walked downstairs. Ravi was in the kitchen with Jodie eating toast and marmalade and drinking tea.

"Hi kids," I said as I walked in. Jodie came straight to me and kissed me on the cheek and then switched the kettle on to make me a drink. "Tea or coffee?" she asked.

"Tea please, Jodie, and if there's any toast going I'd be grateful."

"Oh yes," she replied, "what did your last slave die of?"

"He didn't," I said, "he's sitting here eating toast and drinking tea."

Ravi grinned at me, but flicked his hand towards me, not intending to come into contact but unfortunately scored a direct hit on my balls.

I bent double, clutching at myself and groaning in agony. "Oh, God, I'm sorry, Kenny, I didn't mean to do it," Ravi said, hugging me. In the background I could hear a strange noise and when I looked up I saw Jodie, helpless with laughter and fighting for breath. "Would you like me to kiss it better for you?" Ravi asked.

"Oh, gross!" Jodie managed to say between guffaws. Ravi continued apologising and kissing the tears from my cheeks. He even managed to slip his hand inside the waistband of my boxers and give me a little rub without Jodie noticing -- or so he thought.

"Hey brother, can I have a turn of that?" she said with a grin on her face.

"Only if I can play with your cock too," I lisped in my campest possible voice.

"Faggot," Jodie said with a giggle in her voice.

"Guilty as charged," Ravi and I said together -- again -- and we all laughed.

"Seriously guys, and I never thought I'd say this to two fellas, but you look good together," Jodie said, "you deserve one another."

"And you say this from your vast experience of the gay scene, do you Jodie?" Ravi asked, joking.

"Nah, just six months of having a gay foster-brother," she said and came over and kissed us both lightly on the cheek. I was feeling a little better and Jodie brought me my tea and toast, and I spread some Marmite on it (I love it, Ravi HATES it).

"Shit, I won't be kissing you any time soon," he said.

Jodie washed up the dishes and was about to go to her room when she said, "Well, maybe I didn't get to cop a feel, but at least I got a good look." And walked out. I didn't understand what she meant for a moment, but when I looked down I realised that my cock had slid out through the slit in my boxers and was half-hard. Boy, was I embarrassed.

I went upstairs to get dressed and as I passed her room I called out, "Hey Jodie, I'm sorry about that. I didn't realise."

"Of course you didn't, she replied, "but if I was Georgie instead of Jodie I'd be pretty worried right now." Her laughter told me that it really hadn't bothered her and I continued on my way to the shower and Ravi's open arms.

We had a great Sunday, and during the afternoon Ravi and I sat under a tree in the back garden holding hands and talked about what had happened on Thursday night. We had hardly mentioned it to one another since we had `gone all the way', and it seemed strangely embarrassing to talk about it now.

"Ravi," I began, "I fell a bit guilty because I didn't offer myself to you afterwards. I can't help feeling that you missed out somehow. I know it's going to happen some time, but I should really have opened up to you then."

"Don't be daft, Kenny, I got exactly what I wanted out of it," Ravi said, "I was in charge and I was calling the shots. If anyone should feel guilty about it it's me."

I looked into those dark, dark eyes and saw there was nothing but truth there. "In that case, we both got what we wanted, and when we're ready I hope and pray we'll both get what we want next time."

"I hope that's soon," Ravi said, "but I don't think we should rush into anything. Last time it was spontaneous, and I think it should be like that every time. If we start planning things, I think the enjoyment might become secondary." Ravi has a very wise head on his shoulders.

Monday morning was wet. In fact, there was thunder as we left the house for `High Oaks'.

When we arrived we got out of the truck and made a dash for the kitchen door. Adele was in the kitchen alone, and greeted us with, "Good morning, boys. I thought maybe you wouldn't be here this morning in view of the weather."

"Oh, I'm sure we can find something to do, Adele, even if it's only cleaning up our equipment."

"Well, let me get you a drink, boys and then I think my husband would like word with you in his study. He was very impressed with the work you've done at the front of the house, but obviously most of his time has been taken up with Peter. Peter met his father at the front door and the first thing that Maurice noticed was that Peter wasn't in the electric wheelchair, so he asked Peter if it had broken down. Peter didn't answer, but wheeled his chair over to Maurice, and Maurice STILL didn't realise, then Peter held out his hand to shake, Maurice reached out to him, and it was then that he realised that Peter had the use of his arms back. I have never seen so many tears, mostly from Maurice. They talked late into the night and Maurice helped Peter to bed. Then when he came into me I got a roasting for not phoning and telling him, but it was all done affectionately as Peter had told him that I had been sworn to secrecy. Then yesterday Peter made breakfast for us. That table is a brilliant idea by the way, boys, Peter always loved to cook and often made a meal for Stevie and himself. And then last night we had a really special celebratory meal. Maurice wanted to invite you boys, but Peter insisted that we keep it to family because he really wants to do the cooking when we have the big meal all together. Anyway there was a lot of wine consumed, so Peter is still in bed this morning, although he had me up at three o'clock this morning so he could pee. Now, bring your tea and we'll see if Maurice is free."

As we followed Adele though the house carrying our tea we joined our free hands and gave one another's hands a comforting squeeze. Although we knew there was nothing to fear we were still rather apprehensive about meeting the multi-billionaire that was Peter's father.

Adele tapped lightly on the door, but didn't wait for an answer. She popped her head around the door and we didn't actually hear what she said, but then she ushered us in and said, "Boys, this is my husband Maurice, Maurice this is Ravi and Ken." As she said our name she tapped a hand on each of our shoulders. Adele left, closing the door behind her and I took a long appraising look at Maurice Hornsby as he stood up behind his desk. He certainly didn't look like a multi-billionaire. He was dressed, like us, in a T-shirt and a pair of shorts and for a man of fiftyish he looked to be pretty fit -- in both senses of the word. If I'd ever had dreams of being seduced by an older man, this is the guy I'd dreamed of. Ravi and I approached the desk and I was about to offer my hand when he said in a commanding voice, "SIT down, boys." We sat, rather like a dog sits for its master.

"What have you done with my son?" he asked, looking stern.

"Ummm, we ... er ..." Ravi began. Mr Hornsby held up his hand for silence.

"My son is a very serious young man. One might even call him morose. He is taciturn, only speaking when absolutely necessary, and of a very serious disposition. Not only that, but for two years now he has been totally dependent on his mother and myself. When I came home on Saturday I was greeted with a smile and I immediately knew that an impostor had been substituted for my boy. Not only did this person smile, he shook hands with me and actually opened a conversation, and once he started talking I couldn't stop him, but he gave the game away. He kept mentioning your names and I knew that you two had to be guilty for the substitution." I looked at Ravi and there was just a hint of a smile playing about his lips. He had realised, unlike me, that Mr Hornsby was playing with us. We kept our faces straight for as long as we could. Mr Hornsby stood and, not wishing to be impolite, we stood too. "Under the circumstances," he said as he walked around his massive desk towards us, "I feel that there is only one thing I can do." And so saying he opened his arms and the tears began to stream down his cheeks as he took us into his arms.

"I'm sorry, boys," he said, laughing through his tears. I just couldn't help joshing with you."

"its okay, Mr Hornsby," I said, you had me there for a minute, but when I looked at Ravi I knew he'd sussed you by the look on his face."

"Now Ken, would you mind taking your boot off my foot?" I looked down and realised that I was treading on Mr Hornsby's bare foot. Now it was my turn to apologise.

We all sat down, but this time in armchairs and not with a desk between us, and once again we were subjected to profuse thanks for a few minutes. "Peter has told me everything you've done for him, boys." He said. "And I mean EVERYTHING." Not only have you made him feel wanted and useful again, you have made him feel loved and, dare I say it, you've made him feel like a man again -- albeit a gay one. That's something that neither his mother nor I could do for him." Suddenly, with no knock the door opened and Peter came wheeling into the room, bare-chested and barefoot

"Hi guys," he said, "I hope you haven't spilled the beans about what we did in bed." He guffawed loudly and Mr Hornsby joined in the laughter.

"I haven't heard Peter laugh like that for over two years," he said, "it really does my heart good. And it's all down to you two."

"Mr Hornsby," I began.

"Maurice, my name is Maurice," he countered.

"Maurice, we've really done nothing. If you want to thank anybody, thank Peacock. If Peter hadn't told Peacock to fu ... ... to get out, this wouldn't have happened."

"And that's another thing. Now that the old Peter's back, perhaps we can have staff again so that Adele doesn't have to work so hard. Peter treated the staff so badly after the accident that none of them would stay."

"I'm sorry I was such a pain in the arse, Dad," Peter said.

"Forgotten, totally forgotten, Peter," Maurice said. "Now, boys," Maurice said looking out of the window, "I think gardening is out of the question today so I think you ought to spend the day with us. We'll go out and have a nice lunch and get to know one another better, although I think Peter knows you rather well already." He said the last bit with a sidelong glance, which made both Ravi and I blush, but then he added, "And I heartily approve. Peter has always been gay and he always will be gay. We thought he'd found his mate for life in Stevie, and Adele and I loved Stevie like a son, but fate plays strange tricks, and that was all turned upside down as a result of the accident. I'm sorry to rake it all up again, Peter, but I thought the boys ought to know."

"Dad, I'm over Stevie. I told mum already that I'm out of mourning and now I have a life to live, and I hope these two will be a big part of it, even when I've found a new soul mate -- because I intend to look for one pretty damned soon."

Maurice grinned and winked at Peter, "Attaboy," he said.

"DAD," Peter protested, "you haven't used that expression since I was about six." Peter said, embarrassed.

"Well, I'm going to phone the office and tell them I'm taking the day off and then I think I'll get dressed properly. Boys, there are lots of clothes in Peter's wardrobe as I'm sure you're well aware. Find something nice that fits you. We're going to the Royal Garden Hotel for lunch, so we'd better dress accordingly."

So that's it. That's how we met the Hornsbys, and in Peter's case more than `met'. If you'd like me to write more, please email me. I promise I'll reply. I'm thinking maybe that there might be a foursome with Ravi, Ken, Uncle Carl and Emilio. Could be interesting eh?

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