A Journey to Discovery. The story of Peter and Toby Part 1
Written by Kiltie69 copyright 2011
Disclaimer - This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to individuals, living or dead, is pure coincidence.
If you are offened by man on man romance or sex do not continue in reading this story.
Do not read this story if you are underage according to the laws of your country or state.
This tale include sex between to consenting,legal adults.
It was Monday evening and the day had been long and hard, Peter was heading home at last. The journey home from work would take around an hour, all being well. Sitting on the train Peter looked around watching the world go, occasionally he looked out the window to see the countryside pass by in a blur.
Peter snapped awake, he had drifted off to sleep.
"Must have been a busier day than I believed" he thought to himself.
Looking around to gauge his location he noticed the train was a little busier. On looking out the window he realised he had only napped for about 10 minutes, and two stops, "30 minutes to go" he thought to himself.
He settled back to enjoy the journey feeling a bit more refreshed after his nap. He started to look around the train and notice a man sitting across the aisle and a seat along from him. The man had been staring at Peter, that was till Peter looked up, the guy quickly looked away, blushing slightly as he did.
Peter smiled and carried on watching the world pass by. After some time Peter became aware the man was watching him again. Peter started to watch the guy in the reflection of the window, again when the man thought he was not being watched he started to watch Peter. Peter knew when he was being cruised, although he never understood why. He always considered himself plain, not unattractive but not handsome either.
Peter Franklin was 36 years old, single , 5'10 in height with what some would call a rugby build, broad in the shoulder narrowing at the waist, weight 185lbs mostly muscle. Dirty blonde hair with a hint of ginger through it. The one feature that he was proud of was his eyes, they were blue, the blue of the sea when seen off a paradise island.
He kept watching the stranger in the windows reflection. The whole time he did the stranger was watching, thinking himself unobserved. Just for fun Peter would turn ever so often only to see the stranger turn and look out the window. Peter notice the guy blush again while doing this.
Peter decided to study the guy a little more closely. He was, at a guess, a little older than Peter. Peter started to watch the guy noticing that he was quite attractive in a masculine way. His face was not to thin and there was little sign of fat, his hair was cut in a neat short style and it was dark, almost black. The stranger was wearing a dark grey suit, white shirt but in contrast his tie was bright and colourful. Peter guessed he was around his age but he had never been good at guessing ages.
As Peter was watching the stranger turned and looked over again, immediately blushing as he realised Peter was looking at him. Peter smiled and acknowledge the man who blushed deeper and turned to look out the window again.
Peter knew his stop was only minutes away so started to gather himself to leave the train. He wondered what stop the stranger would get off at. There was only three more stops to go till the train terminated. Peter got up and started to move to the trains door just as the announcement was made saying his stop was next. He passed the stranger and smiled at him, the stranger looked up blushing again.
Peter noticed the strangers eyes. They were green, emerald green and sparkling. Peter had always been a sucker for green eyes. Now at this point it should be said that Peter for his age had had relatively little experience with flirting. He had dated at school and had a few of companions all of who he had known for some time, thru friends or work, and ended up dating. He was gay and most people who he considered friends knew.
This guy was cute, particularly when he blushed thought Peter. By this time the train had stopped and Peter got off. As the train pulled past him he looked at the window to see the stranger watching him. Peter carried on out of the station and headed home with the image of the man with the green eyes burning a path through his brain.
Peter got home the only thought that occupied him was will I ever see that guy again, he sure hoped he would.
The evening went as it normally did Peter watch some TV while his dinner cooked once he had eaten he surfed the net for a bit then headed to bed. His usual night time activity was dominated by the man with the green eyes.
Peter, after a number of near things finally succumbed to a massive release. After cleaning up he got back in bed turned out the light and drifted to sleep. His dreams much like his fantasies were dominated by a stranger with green eyes. When he woke the next morning he was sticky with sweat and on investigation another release. God he thought that must have been an intense dream. All he remembered were the green eyes.
It had been a few days since Peter had seen the Stranger, Peter had hoped to see him again but had not been lucky. He worked hard at his job as a cargo agent for a large American courier company. It was now Friday and Peter planned to have a few drinks over the weekend. The week had been busy at work, but dominated by thoughts of green eyes. Finally it was time to head home, Peter wished his colleagues a good weekend and headed out the door.
He managed to catch the earlier train thanks to a lift from one of his colleagues. He sat as he did most days watching the world pass by in a blur. The train stopped at the first of the 12 stops it made and Peter became aware of people getting on and off.
He had been resigned to the fact he would probably never see "Green Eyes" again. He went back to his people watching only to realise he was looking at his stranger. Green Eyes had just got on his train. The stranger moved along the aisle and saw Peter. He smiled and blushed, Peter smiled back and to his disbelief blushed also.
The stranger stopped and spoke.
"Ok if I sit here" he indicated the seat opposite Peter.
Peter's heart was pounding as he replied "not a problem, be my guest".
The stranger sat and smiled at Peter again. Peter during this exchange had had a chance to check the guy out. He had a build much like Peter broad shoulders, narrower hips. He was about 6' well dressed and around 200 lbs at a guess. Peter thought god he is lovely. The guy after sitting and sorting himself out put things in a rucksack and placed it under the seat. He looked up once organised and said.
"Hi I'm Toby."
Peter replied with his name smiling and offering his hand Toby had a voice that made Peters heart jump. It was a rich baritone with a hint of an accent Peter couldn't quite place.
They sat in silence for some time occasionally looking at each other. Each time their eyes met one or other would smile.
Peter finally got himself together and said "Lovely weather we're having shame we have to work". He then thought as he finished how lame was that.
Toby looked round and smiled he replied "Yes it is, I'm just glad our office is air- conditioned."
It was Peter's turn to smile. The conversation went from the weather to what their jobs were. Toby, it turned out work with a company that shipped freight based only 10 minutes walk from Peters work.
Peter mentioned who he worked for and what he did and both men started to compare notes about what life was like from their respective companies points of view. They discussed their work schedules and that peter was usually on the next train. Toby said he was lucky his boss let him out a little early to get the train most days, Monday had been an exception. This exchange went on till they were approaching the the stop before Peters. Peter said it would be his stop next and Toby replied that he guessed that as he remembered Peter leaving the train before him on the Monday. Peter asked Toby what stop he got off at and was told the last one. He asked Toby where he live and was surprised to find out it was only about a half mile from him. Toby explained he got off at that stop to check up on a friend who was ill.
It was at this point the announcement came that the train was approaching Peters stop and Peter started to gather his belongings. He smiled at Toby and said it had been nice meeting him. He hoped he would see him again soon. Toby replied and said "so do I".
With this Peter got up and left the train. He wondered if he should have left a number with Toby as he walked home. Would that have been to forward, he thought. God it had been so long since he had felt this way. He had dated, disastrously 2 years before. It had been a short and unpleasant relationship. He had thought he would never meet anyone again but after talking to Toby he thought he might be in luck.
The weekend, as most seem to do, went by in a flash Peter had tidied the house changed and washed his bedding and generally got his self in order before the start of another week. He even went out with a couple of his friend for a drink in his local. All to soon it was time to go back to work. The one thought which helped was that with work there was a chance to meet Toby again. Peter suddenly thought what if he is not gay or interested. The whole blushing thing may just have been because he was caught looking. But how could he find out for sure.
Monday was slow, this in itself was unusual, but the day seemed to drag. Peter had all his work done with almost a full hour to spare before finishing time. He hoped his boss might let him out early but he would just have to wait and see. He found some odd jobs to help pass the tim, mostly filing and clearing out his desk but eventually it was time to go.
He left work and headed for the station, he knew he was going to miss the earlier train, the one Toby said he got. He cursed his boss for not letting him out early but there was nothing he could do. He was at a loss he really needed to meet Toby again and at least talk.
"I got it bad" he thought to himself.
He feel like an awkward teen try to get his first date. He reached the station with time to spare before his usual train. While waiting he thought about Toby and how he was probably well on his way home.
His train arrived and he boarded it. He sat in a double seat hoping no one would join him. He needed time to relax and sort out his mind. The train pulled out and he was ooh his way home. By the time it reached the next stop Peter was back to his usual routine of gazing out the window and daydreaming.
He heard someone say "Hi there" and snapped out of his daze immediately.
It was Toby standing in the aisle all smiles.
"Can I sit" he asked.
Peter answered "Yeh please do".
He then started to panic a little. He was excited to see Toby more than excited.
He was very aware that there was no escape in the seat he chose only way out was past Toby. Toby sat down and asked who Peter had been.
"Did you have a good weekend" he asked him.
Peter replied it had been quiet and to short. Toby laughed at this, his laugh made Peter mentally wilt. He thought how nice it would be to wake to that sound every morning. He still didn't know it Toby was just being friendly or was he interested.
Toby told Peter about his weekend basically sitting at home or visiting his friend. Peter enquired if the friend was any better.
Toby replied ,"She is thankfully, i don't know what I'd do if I lost her"
Peters heart lurched was Toby straight after all his dreams and fantasies.
Toby told Peter he was not visiting tonight and would be getting of at the same stop. Peter was unsure what to say at this point. He had convinced himself that Toby was straight now. He was crest fallen. Toby noticed the change in Peters responses and asked what was up. Then he apologies for intruding
Peter pulled himself together and said it was nothing and started asking Toby how his day had went. They talked as the train sped homeward. Peter noticed that the way Toby sat in his chair meant that his left leg was touching Peters. The heat was unbelievable Peter felt alive but also unhappy as he thought Toby was straight. Finally the announcement was made that their stop was approaching. They gather their jackets and bags and made their way to the exit talking.
Once of the train they set off home, Peter knew the easiest way for Toby to get home would be to walk about half way to his place then head off down another road. He had two or three minutes before they would part. Toby had other plans.....
They walked and talked about family Peter told Toby both his parents were dead, both by the time he was 25 and that he lived in the family home. Toby expressed his sorrow at this news. Peter thank him but said he was used to it. By this time they had passed the turning toby would have taken. Peter was ready to say goodbye but Toby then asked if Peter lived with anyone. Peter said no. He asked if The same of Toby and was told no he lived on his own. But was interested in someone.
They walked and talked till Peter arrived at his house.
"This is me he said."
Toby looked at the place. It was a detached bungalow with a little front garden. They stopped and started to say goodbye. Toby said it looked a lovely house. At this point Peter decided he would like to stay friends with Toby even if he was straight so he said
"You want a look round".
Toby smiled and said he would love to.
The two men walked to the front door a Peter dug out his keys and opened it. He led the way into the hall. Toby was impressed with the place it was spotless. Peter lead him through the house showing him the different rooms, finally the tour was over and Peter headed to his "games room". This was his entertainment room it had all the latest tech. Led tv surround sound system gaming consoles. Toby was impressed he said he liked to game but only had a little tv. He then started asking questions about the kit most of which Peter answered.
Peter offered Toby a drink but Toby said he had better go.
Peter said "Look if you ever want to come over and play give me a shout."
He then gave Toby his number. Toby was like a little kid. He thanked Peter for the offer and for letting him see the house and turned to head to the door.
Peter followed him out to the hall.
He stopped and said "Toby, I need to tell you on thing before you go."
Toby turned. He looked puzzled.
Peter continued " I know we just met the other day but we seem to get on great."
Toby nodded yes.
"Well I have to tell you one thing. I'm gay."
Toby was a little taken aback at this announcement.
"Why tell me this" Toby asked.
Peter looked at him and said "I like you, I would like to have you as a friend. I know it seems weird, a 36 year old guy behaving like a teen. I just needed to let you know."
Toby looked at Peter and said
"Well thanks for that I like you as well and funnily enough I'm also gay, I had thought I had made it a little obvious the first time I saw you, the way I stared at you. I thought you were hot and when you caught me looking I could have died."
Peter was flabbergasted.
"You thought I was hot... I thought you were to. You might not have realised it but I was watching you in the reflection of the window. Every time I turned you blushed."
Toby smiled and said he had felt like a teen looking for his first date that first time.
"This is unbelievable" Peter said "we were cruising each other the whole time."
Toby laughed and said "yes".
Peter at this point asked again if Toby would like a drink. "So coffee, tea or me". He joked.
Toby smiled and replied "You and some water please."
Peter removed his coat and headed to the kitchen.
"You want to stay and talk a bit" he asked Toby just nodded.
After sorting out a drink for the both Peter took Toby through to his living room there they sat side by side on a large couch.
Peter said "I can't believe we were both into each other, its been a while since I did any chasing or dating."
Toby replied "I last dated 4 years ago I thought it would only be me till I saw you on the train. When we talked I realised I wanted to ask you out but didn't have the guts to ask. I decided that I would start getting your train just to be with you for that hour. Sad or what."
"You mean. You have been waiting for the later train just to be with me." Peter was stunned. "I think that cute, even romantic. Christ and I thought after last week I might not see you again."
The both smiled at each other and continued their drinks.
Time slowly passed as they discussed their feelings. It had grown dark and Peter suddenly said "it's late and we haven't eaten, you hungry."
Toby said no but due to the time he better go. Peter smiled a sad smile and said "ok".
Toby got up thanking Peter for the drink and his time. As he turned towards the door to the hall Peter reached out to take his hand. "Toby I think I need to see you again. I think we should go out or something"
Toby agreed and said they could talk tomorrow on the train. He then headed to the front door. As he reached it he turned and pulled Peter towards him in a tight embrace. He then kissed Peter goodnight.
Peter was in heaven, Toby if truth be told was also. They exchanged numbers and then parted and Toby headed home.
Peter was at a loss he felt empty but he knew that this was only till tomorrow. He ate a late supper of some crackers and cheese then went off to bed. As he was getting ready his phone buzzed to inform him of a text.
"I wish I could have stayed but had I we would not have slept. See you tomorrow. Toby xx"
Peter smiled as his heart lifted at the thought of what was to come over then next few meetings. He replied "I look forward to no sleep :-) see you tomorrow. Sleep well. P x"
He settled down and drifted to sleep with little effort. His only thought that he had met and fell in love with Green eyes. Toby he hoped would be a permanent fixture.
Tuesday came and went Peter and Toby met on the train sat together and chatted about their days. For those that sat around them it seemed they were close, a couple. Both men knew they were attracted to one another but did not want to risk rushing ahead. Toby said he was going to have to visit his friend and see how she was. Peter was a little upset as he had hoped to have Toby come home with him but he didn't want to push.
They talked and decided that they would officially date on Friday, not to rush things. Toby mentioned he was a little short on cash at the moment and pay day was a week away. So they both agreed it would be a cheap date. Maybe hire a movie. Peter suggested that he would cook something for them Friday, this would let him show Toby one of his special talents. They could then watch a film at his in the games room. This they agreed and for the rest of the journey sat chatting about life. Like two good friends. The only giveaway to their friendship being more was that they pressed their legs against each other till they reach Peter's stop.
Toby and Peter couldn't wait till the Friday. Their train journeys were a voyage of discovery for them both. They found out a lot about each other. What their taste were in music and movies and a whole host of things. Peter also found out that Toby, Tobias Kononvenko, was originally born in Minsk and live there for the first few years of his life. His father had then been transferred in his job to the UK and had lived, till he died suddenly, there since 1990. Toby had been schooled in Scotland and at the time of his fathers death had decided to stay. His mother had headed back to Belarus. He spoke to her a lot and sent her what money he could. Now the slight accent became clear.
Friday had finally arrived. Peter had been shopping during his lunch. He had chicken and veggies. He planned to make fajitas or stir fry. He still wasn't certain, and for sweet he had profiteroles. He hoped Toby would like what he had planned. The rest of the day dragged on, Toby text to say he was catching the earlier train and would see him around 8. Peter replied he'd be waiting and he was planning fajitas.
Toby replied "can't wait".
The journey home was much like any other. That any other before he met Toby. Peter got in at 1920. He had 40 minutes to get things together. He prepped all the veg slicing the onions and peppers then the chicken so it was all ready to cook. He put the profiteroles in a bowl so they could come to room temp and he organised the chocolate topping and sorted out some wine and beer in the fridge. All this took 25 mins so he decided a quick shower was in order.
He felt awake after the shower. He dressed quickly in jeans and a light shirt and went to the front room the set up the DVD player. He had just sorted out some music and candles when his doorbell went. He quickly went to the door, more than a little excited. His first date he felt like a teen again. He opened the door and there stood Toby, dressed much the same jeans, shirt and a jacket. In his hand a small bag, much like was work rucksack.
Peter asked him to come in and taking his jacket hung it next to the door. They stood in Peters hall and embraced this quickly led to a kiss. They broke apart a title reluctantly and Peter asked if Toby wanted something to drink.
Toby opened his bag and said I brought this, pulling a bottle of champagne out.
"It should be chilled enough if you want to open it."
Peter smiled and replied "We'll keep this for after." he then headed through the house to the kitchen.
On entering Toby's first response was ,"Wow you've been busy, you did all this since you got in."
Peter smiled and said yes then opening the fridge pulled out a bottle of White wine opening it and poured them both a glass. He offer one to Toby and then stood looking at him.
"To us" he said then touch his glass to Toby's before taking a sip.
Toby responded " to us."
Peter then sorted out his wok and started it on the heat. Toby asked if he could help but Peter said it was all in hand and all Toby had to do was watch and keep him company. Toby smiled and slowly sipped his wine watching Peter as he was told. He drank the wine and drank in the image of this man he felt a great attraction to. Peter was a blur of cooking activity chicken was seared and cooked followed by the veggies then he sorted out his tortillas, some cheese and salsa and finally his home made lime mayonnaise. Peter never used sour cream as it made him sick. He took the chicken off the heat and grabbed the dishes with the other filling. He took them through to the tv room and set them on a low table. Toby had followed him with the rest of the dishes. Heading back to the kitchen Peter put out plates and a bowl into which he placed the chicken mix. He took this through as well. Toby had sat on the floor next to the table leaning against a sofa. He looked very comfortable there.
Peter placed everything down and said
"Help yourself"
Then nipped through to the kitchen again to retrieve his wine and the bottle. He returned to find Toby filling his first tortilla and smiling. Peter sat opposite Toby with his legs crossed he started to build his tortilla. Toby had taken his first bite.
"This is fantastic he mumbled round a mouthful of fajita. You sure can cook."
Peter smiled and said "thank you and that he had though it would be best to keep it simple". Again Toby smiled.
They exchanged compliments for a minute or two more all the time building and eating fajitas. They talked about work. Peter asked if all was well with Toby's friend and was told that she was a lot better and would not require much more in the way of the help Toby had been giving. Tina had had a case of labyrinthiatis Toby had said. A virus that affects balance. He had been helping her by cooking meals and running errands after work. Peter asked how Toby knew her and was told that Tina and Toby had been at college together. They talked a little more about Tina all the time devouring the chicken fajitas. Eventually they were finished. Peter started to clear up and Toby offered to help and wouldn't take no for an answer. They cleared everything into the kitchen and then headed back to the front room. Peter asked Toby if he fancied watching a film. Toby said yes but something funny. They decided on Happy Gilmore. Peter set up the movie. And hit play. He then switched of the main room light, leaving only a small table lamp to provide a soft glow. He settled on the couch and Toby joined him.
They sat close to each other and both felt comforted by the presence of the other. It had been so long since both had dated they felt awkward. Eventually Peter reach for Toby and draw him towards him.
He look at him and said "I know this sounds lame but I'm so happy you are here it just feels right."
Toby looked into Peter's eyes and just nodded agreement. He then leant forward and took Peter's face in his hand drawing him into a kiss.
Toby's tongue ran along Peter's lips as they kissed slowly it gained entrance and soon they were both exploring each others mouths. They kissed for what seemed like hours and eventually broke apart.
"Fancy some desert" Peter said when he could finally talk again.
"Hell yes" was Toby's reply with a dirty smile.
Peter laughed and said "You'll have to wait till later for that"
He stood and went to the kitchen. He came back sitting two bowls on the table. One was full of profiteroles, one full of a rich chocolate sauce.
He dipped one of the profiteroles in the sauce and brought it to Toby's lips touch them lightly
Toby took a bite and groaned, "This is good" he thought then finished the profiterole and before he had a chance to lick his lips, Peter nipped in and stole a chocolate flavoured kiss.
"mmmmmmm" Peter said.
A precedence set they fed each other desert getting chocolate all over there mouths and kissing it off. This was shaping up to be a great night was the thought they both had.
They soon finished the profiteroles and sat back sated. Peter and Toby looked at each other.
Toby said "that was awesome your a fantastic cook and desert was great. If that's a taste of things to come I might move in".
Peter just looked up and smiled. "When do you want to".
They both laughed and lent in for a quick kiss. They sat watching what was left of the movie Peter with his arm wrapped around Toby's shoulder ever so often stealing a kiss and drinking the wine, they had just finished a 3rd bottle.
"This is what love is all about" he thought sitting with someone you love enjoying a film enjoying good food and company.
Time passed and they sat together holding hands not able to be apart for any great time. It was getting late and Toby said he had better go as he was feeling a little drunk.
Peter stopped him and said "You could stay you could sleep in the spare room if you want".
But in his head he was thinking it would be unbelievable if it was his bed. Toby paused and said cool he didn't fancy walking home in his state and it was silly getting a taxi for such a short distance. They both started to set up the pull out bed in the spare room although both hoped it would not be needed.
They kissed again and said goodnight Peter left Toby to sort himself out and get ready for bed. He headed of to his room and stripped down to his underwear and slipped under the duvet. He lay analysing the night that had passed thinking it had been fantastic. He rolled over and started to settle and get ready for sleep when he heard footsteps his first though was Toby was headed to the toilet but this quickly changed as the steps stopped just outside his door.
There was a gentle knocking.
Toby asked"you still awake".
Peter rolled to face the door said "come on in."
The door opened and there stood Toby silhouetted in the dark.
Toby stepped towards the bed "Peter I wouldn't normally do this on a first date but we are past that. Can I join you. I want to spend the night holding you exploring you"
All Peter could do was pull the covers back inviting Toby into his bed.
Toby got in and moved towards Peter reaching out to touch him. Peter felt like he was in heaven Toby's touch was light but firm a true man's touch. Peter started to touch Toby also. He revelled in the fact that Toby's chest was hairy, the hair was soft the flesh firm underneath. Toby at the same time was stroking Peter's body thinking he would never get enough of what he felt. Peters flesh was warm and firm under his touch he started to explore further down his stomach and across his arm.
This elicited a response from Peter "That feels good, you feel awesome" then he leaned forward and kissed Toby.
Peter said "I thought we were gonna take things slow",
his mind was screaming I want more I want it all.
Toby's response was to kiss Peter deeply again and say "ssshhhh."
Peter felt Toby's hand move across his chest then down his stomach. It moved teasingly slowly downwards. Toby felt Peter tremble. He had planned to take things slow but after the meal and the thing with desert it was just to much. He continued down Peter's stomach finally hitting the top of his pubes, he stopped. Leaning into Peter again he nipped at Peter's ear with his teeth he could feel the heat for Peter's cock on his hand.
Peter continued to tremble and uttered one word....."Ppppllleeaasee"
Toby smiled to himself and grabbed Peter's throbbing cock.
Peter by this time didn't now what to do. It had been so long since someone had touched him. He was being driven wild by Peters touch his cock had never felt so hard. He was in heaven. He didn't want this touching to end, then it happened, Toby grabbed his cock and gently started to stroke it. He loved the fact that Peter was uncut. He slid Peter's foreskin back as far as it would go and ran his thumb under his glans. Peter nearly came on the spot. He squirmed a little under Toby's touch worried he would come to soon.
If the light had been on Toby would have seen the ecstasy on Peters face as he had his cock played with. Peter would have seen the look of determination on Toby's. Toby continued to work Peter's cock, which by this time was leak pre cum like a burst pipe. Toby's hand and Peter's belly were soaked. Toby kept up a steady but gentle pace teasing Peter slightly. Easing off everyone he felt Peter's cock swell with impending orgasm.
For Peter it was hell he needed release but ever time he got close Toby basically stop. "god this guy knows how to please a guy" was all he could think.
He did have the wherewithal all to reach out for Toby's cock. He grasped it, it was big. Peter had a decent sized cock 6-7 inch and thick, depending on the day. Toby was closer to 10 and just as thick. The whole time Peter was touching Toby's manhood Toby was wanking Peter's cock.
Toby felt Peter grab him and sped his hand up. He wanted to please Peter, he was so turned on just touching him that when he felt Peter's hand he nearly came on the spot. He eased the covered down so that they were both exposed and moved so he was sitting across Peter's thighs. This caused Peter to break contact with his cock but still let him play with Peter. He wanted them to cum together. He was close and from the feels of it so was Peter. He shift up Peter's legs so his cock was touching Peter's then he grabbed both cocks in his hand. Forcing them together. He had always loved this technique. As he did this he felt Peter tense and heard the whimper he let out. Toby started to stroke both cocks together. Their combined precum acting as lube for his now flighting hand. He darted to tense with every stroke squeezing Peter's thighs between his legs Peter was panting by now, moaning softly his did swelling . Peter knew they were both close, he sped up again and within second he was coming. As he did he heard Peter groan and felt him cum. He heard their combined shots hit flesh then something hard. Probably the headboard he thought. He was in heaven he had shot 5 or six times before he feltit ease and the orgasm abate. He could feel Peter's cock throbbing,against his, with each shot.
Peter felt awesome, he was physically drained but was aware of everything. His and Toby's breathing,the weight of Toby on his legs and the pulsing of their cock as Toby slowly wanked them. H ere ached up and touched Toby's cheek, cupping it then pulling him down into a kiss. He could feel their cock between them as Toby's full weight was pulled down onto him. There stomachs and chest met then their lips. This time the kiss was gentle unhurried, the kiss of lovers.
Both men spoke at the same time "that was great."
Toby rolled off of Peter and lay beside him. Peter rolled away and turned on his bed light.
He looked back to see toby watching him, his green eyes sparkling in the dim light. "I'll go get a cloth he said."
Toby just reach out and grabbed his hand pulling him back to bed.
"Why?" was all Toby said.
As he pulled Peter to him in a crushing embrace. Peter smiled and snuggled up against Toby. He reach out and turned off the light. Toby held Peter to him as they drifted off to sleep. Both men knew that they had only begun there journey of discovery. They looked forward to ever step it took them.
The journey will continue for Peter and Toby. if you like the tale let me know on Kiltie69@hotmail.com