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The characters in this story have names but they do not refere to anybody who has that name in reality. If your name appears, I apologise but as I do not know anybody of that name it is not you thatI am writing about!
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EPILOGUE Things continued like that for a few more months. William and James had their usual sessions until Friday, Robbie brought a selection of different blokes home on different nights and fucked them until he got tired of them. Roy and Peter became a very happy couple and got along with each other very well. There was an orgy on birthdays and long weekends with Daniel, Nick and Kenneth staying over. Kenneth split up with Lisa and drifted in and out of short-term relationships. Nick and Daniel struck up a good friendship and sometimes stayed in the fourth bedroom of William's house but never more than one night at a time. Nobody ever broke the rules agreed that day (unfortunately!)
Peter and Roy kept themselves more and more to themselves. Eventually they moved out. They went to Dublin for Saint Patrick's Day and Roy met up with a couple of blokes that were in care with him. They were working in a big computer place just west of the city and had a house in a quiet housing estate a few miles away from where they worked. Roy and Peter moved in with them and Roy got a job with an internet bank and Peter took a part-time job in a small printing firm. He didn't have time to do much more than that as he had to keep house for three lazy, untidy tops who were all trained in by Byron!
Simon came over on a surprise visit in late April. He had got sick of Byron and his humours so he just upped and left. He went to William's place first and James gave him the address to contact Roy, William provided the air-fare. Simon's arse was in a bad way when he got there, the bruising was quite severe. Everybody thought that the damage was permanent but after a week or so it started to clear up a bit. Keith, one of Roy's two friends, took Simon under his wing and they started up a good relationship. Peter got a hand out with the housework as well!
Roy never used a paddle on Peter after their visit to Byron's place (see why in Chapter 19) In fact, as their relationship matured they became just like an ordinary boring, run-of the-mill couple. Roy can still keep it up all night, he's twenty now so he hopes to be able to maintain that skill for a few years more. Peter hopes so as well. Roy still gets off on light bondage and jockstraps - but overall the relationship is quite tame now and Peter makes an excellent housewife!
William still gets his kicks out of football kits and spanking - but then, that's William for you! And James is no better! Some of the sport shops in Dublin have been selling replica shirts for five pounds and the shorts for three pounds recently so Peter bought a load of them for William and James' first anniversary next August. (He's such a cheapskate!)
Roy's other friend, Johnny, spent most of his time downloading porn off the internet. It was his idea to get Roy to write the story about what happened in Manchester. Johnny had an alternative style of sex-life. Apart from asking Peter for the occasional blow-job he spent most of his time trying to seduce any foreign technicians that came to work at the computer plant - he was successful enough as well. He got the nickname 'Whole of the World' within the house because of his ability to 'get his hole' (an Irish synonym for having sex!) from so many different nationalities.
On the May bank holiday, the whole group was in Dublin for a drink and Byron managed to get through to Simon on his mobile. He was screaming hysterically and the whole group laughed at him when they heard his roars. His voice was still screaming lisped abuse when Simon dropped the phone over the quayside into the river Liffey. Byron never got to meet William (yet!)
And there ends the story - you see, the author now lives in Ireland and life in the Manchester Household is part of history now (and you have to go to a pagan place like the UK to get up to the kind of things that happened in this story) - until next October that is, when a reunion has been arranged to celebrate William's thirty-fifth birthday. Keith, Johnny and Simon have been invited as well but Byron is not on the guest list. He's probably still screaming at the mullets in the Liffey.
Thank you for reading this far in the story - I hoped you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed exaggerating it!
See you!
John - aka Roy
Writing from somewhere in County Kildare