Dinner that night was tense and silent, the only sound being the clinking of silver on china and the slapping of Farhan’s bare feet as he moved back and forth between kitchen and table. The table sat twelve, and I was at one end and Bill was at the other, as far away as we could get from each other.
Immediately after dinner, I went directly to my room. Farhan appeared shortly thereafter and told me that Bill wanted to see me in his study.
He was there, sitting in a leather wing chair, smoking a cigar, with a book open on his lap. The scent of the tobacco brought back memories of my childhood, sitting on his lap with Edith at his feet, telling us stories of his many international adventures—or at least the ones he could tell children.
“Yes, what do you want?” he asked gruffly when I entered the room. A flash of lightning lit up the room through the open doors out onto the encircling veranda. Rain was in the air. It would be storming within minutes.
“Farhan said you wanted to see me,” I answered.
Bill looked surprised, but then he looked up and saw Farhan standing in the doorway behind me.
“It is time,” was all that Farhan said.
Bill sighed and said, “Come here, boy. Come closer.”
I walked to within a hand’s length of his chair and stood there, trembling a little, having a bit of trouble breathing. Tension was in the air. Tension and sex. Yes, sex was in the air. I was wound up so tight that I could hardly breathe.
“You know why we took you out of Hatterfield, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Now I do. I didn’t then.”
“And do you know why I pulled you away from that sailor on the ship?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Oh, do you think you do? Do you remember what I asked you at the time?”
“Umm, no, I don’t think so,” I answered. I was confused now.
“It was important,” Bill whispered. “I asked you if he’d cocked you. If he’d gotten his cock inside your ass. Now do you remember?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“And do you know why I asked you that?”
I had no ready answers, so I asked, “Why?”
There was a long pause, and he held out his hand, and instinctively, without giving it a thought, I sank onto his lap, just as I had when I was a child and he had put his hand out like that. He encircled me close with his arms and I could feel that his cock was hard.
“Because I wanted to be the first,” he finally answered. “I’ve wanted you forever. I wanted to be the first. I’ve struggled with this. I love Edith, and I know this can’t be. But I’ve struggled so hard. Has any man—?” While he was saying this, he was unbuttoning my shirt and his fingers went to my nipples.
“No,” I murmured. “No, no man has.”
Bill’s mouth went to a nipple and a hand when to my crotch, and he fisted my hardening cock through the thin material of the bush shorts. I was moaning and melting to him, so, so ripe, so, so ready for this. But a jolt of reality and then confusion and, now that the moment had arrived, fear shot through my body, and I broke out of his embrace and headed for the door out onto the veranda.
“No, no, we can’t,” I stammered, my voice feeling like spun cotton. “Edith . . .” And I ran out into the night.
The last I heard was Farhan, who had been standing in the door to the study the whole time, saying. “Go after him. Take him now. I have given you enough time. If you don’t take him now, someone else will very soon. I have indulged you on this—I know of your burning desire for him. But it cannot remain like this much longer. If you want to be first, take him now.”
I ran beyond the veranda, out into the heavy raindrops, toward the lake. The heavens opened up into a torrent of rain and flashes of lightning as I drew near the lake shore.
The pavilion was ahead of me and I ducked in there.
I heard my name, called out in a wrenching voice dredged up from the gut. “David!”
I turned and there he stood, Bill, my sister’s husband, in the only entrance to the pavilion.
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