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Bad days...Good days
Story by
David Spowart
Chapter 10
Some three weeks later we upped sticks and moved to the North East of England, Newcastle to be more precise. It took us less than a day to get all of our stuff in place. Not a lot of stuff brought with us from Sheffield. Just some personal stuff of my Mum, and nothing of Billy Lake.
I leant over in our new bed and Kissed Peter on the cheek.
"Morning" he yawned out. "Sleep well I take it" I asked. "Better now we have our own place" he replied pulling me down for a more passionate kiss. "You Horny" I asked. "Always" he responded. I slid my hand under the duvet and found his hard cock.
"Not half" I laughed.
"It's your fault, you shouldn't be so damn hot" he moaned as I squeezed gently on the head of his very very erect cock. "Keep doing that my problem will vanish and you will have the solution in hand" he sniggered out.
"Peter we have a bed, and that's all we have" I said letting go of his cock. "Babe what else could we possibly need" he lightly laughed out. "Sofa's, we need a cooker, crockery you name it we need it" I replied. "We can get those later, come back to me" he teased pulling back the sheets. "We need some food, we don't even have a fridge" I added.
"Sex first shopping third" he said and looked like he wanted it and needed it right now. "Third, what happened to second?" I asked. "Second...more sex" he replied.
"Fucking horn dog" I responded. "Yeah but you love me for it" he replied as I climbed back into bed, this time naked. I slid under the sheet, and kissed my way down his body. Peter was in great shape his muscles defined he was ripped. I kissed his nipples one by one, he moaned out in thankful appreciation.
"Marty, fuck!" he moaned out as I started making my way south, I licked the head of his now leaking cock, I flicked at the tip with my tongue savouring the taste that was Peter. "Fuck, that feels so good" he continued moaning. He almost jumped out of bed when I took the entire length of his 9 inch rod down my eager throat.
"That never gets old" he moaned sitting up ripping the sheet from his and my body. The smile on my and his face told me I was hitting the right buttons. He stopped me and pulled me up his body taking my moth like he owned it. And he was right to do so.
He flipped me on my side and began to rub my arse hole, he rubbed and rubbed he lubed up his finger and pressed into me. he forced a second and then began to rotate his fingers inside me, my head was all over the place, the pleasure coursing through my body had me shaking, what this man can do to me was beyond words.
"Please Pete, please" I begged, "Sorry what was that Marty" he teased. "Don't fucking taunt me" I yelled, "Please you know what I want" I insisted. "Sorry I cannot help if you don't tell me what you want" he said twisting his fingers making me gasp for air, my lungs struggled to keep up with the demands of my body.
"You are in serious trouble unless your dick is not in me forth with" I demanded. "Oh that, all you had to do was ask" he teased, "He slid in behind me, put his now fully straining cock at me welcoming hole, he levied himself up holding my waist and pushed forward impaling himself into me.
"Ohhh ahhhhhhh" I moaned out as he just bottomed out inside me. "Your arse always feels fucking good, a velvet sock surrounding my cock" he moaned out. "No fucking poetry just work me, please just work me" I begged.
He long dicked me slowly and short stroked me fast, my body my soul my mind was not working right, he pushed hard and deep, my cock was almost ready to erupt. He reached around and began to stroke my in rhythm of his own strokes. "Ohhh fuck, Pete I am" I said but was too slow to get the words out as I shot my load all over the bed.
The tightness of my hole as I shot was enough to bring him over the edge, I could feel his cock swell and erupt inside of me coating my guts with his morning load.
"Fuck I love you Marty" he said struggling like I was to breath, he wrapped his arms around me as he pulled out and pulled me close. "I love you too Pete, I have never been happier" I replied.
We dozed a short while until my Mobile phone rang, shortly after 11am.
"Erm Hello" I said unable to focus on the callers identity.
"Morning, did we sleep well" Sean asked.
"Morning Sean, yeah very well thanks' what's up ?" I asked
"Duh, you asked me to go shopping with you, your designer guru" he replied.
"Shit, yeah sorry, where are you?" I asked.
"In your street, I cannot remember the number" he replied.
"Oh 65, end terrace" I responded.
"Okay 2 minutes" he replied and hung off.
"Peter, we need to get up, Sean is on his way along the street" I said shaking my lover awake. "Oh okay, why?" he asked. "Shopping, I didn't think it was your thing and he volunteered" I responded, "Oh okay, that's cool, I can check out the library then" he responded. I kissed his cheek, some cum had dried there but I still licked it off of him.
"Fine, but get some take out" I replied.
"Thought you said you were going shopping?" he asked "Yeah Furniture, linen, towels and shit, food will wait until tomorrow, besides we don't have fridge yet, it's being delivered on Thursday so no point in getting stuff in until then" I replied. "Shit you mean warm beer" he chuckled.
"Oh poor you, we will have to cope with warm beer, Peter it's fucking January put them in a box in the back yard" I tickled him, he hates that.
Ding Dong! Ding Dong!
"That will be Sean" I said pulling on my jeans. "You think" he teased. "Fuck off" I laughed as he fell over pulling on his track suit bottoms. "Dick!" he replied, as I walked downstairs laughing. I opened the door and Sean came inside.
"Wow nice place, love the deco look, the tiles so chic" he commented. "Love the coving" he said taking in the entrance way. "We like it, just no furniture" I responded. "Budget?" he asked. "We will see as we go" I replied. "Okay do you want quality or cheap chic?" he asked, and we didn't know what we wanted to be honest. "Sean I shop with my eye, and buy what takes me, so not to expensive but not cheap shit either" I informed him.
"Okay Metro Centre first, then we can take things from there" he started. "So what do you have already" he asked. "Erm a king sized bed, and that's all" I replied. A smug grin crossed his face.
"What?" I asked.
"You made sure you had the essentials first" he laughed as we entered the kitchen. "Oh good you have a coffee maker at least" Sean proclaimed as he started going through the cupboards, "No milk?" he asked. "No fridge, whitener top left" I replied. He filled up the jug and set it away.
"Oh My God, that should be illegal" he said as Peter walked into the kitchen with no top on flashing his defined ripped torso. "Morning to you Sean, no Woody" he asked. "Sweetheart with that bod, my pecker is permanent wood" he replied. "I think he means Derrick" I responded laughing at his comment, and I must concur, he almost has me hard 24/7.
"Oh I know what he meant, I was just rising to the bait, and literally by the way" he added. "Sean behave" I scorned. "Sorry it's just he is one hot looking stud, he could model for Abercrombie and Fitch with that smoking bod" he flirted again.
"Woody?" Peter asked again. "Oh he works in a coffee shop in Morpeth today, so I won't see him till Tomorrow" he replied.
Beep, Beep, Beep, Seams phone went.
"Oh Text from Charlie, he said hurry up" Sean responded. "Charlie coming as well" I asked. "Duh, we gays love to window shop" he replied. "I don't" Peter responded. "Oh hot and Brain dead, shame that" Sean responded.
"Flirt then insult, good plan Sean" I chuckled. "Okay where is he" I asked. "Who?" asked Sean still staring at Peter's torso.
"Earth to Sean" I replied. "Oh he's at the monument" he eventually replied.
"Order a taxi, it's too far to walk" Sean replied, pouring himself out a freshly brewed coffee, and pouring one out for Peter also. "Ehhem" I false coughed. "Oh sorry" he replied, now pouring me the dregs of the jug.
"Thank you, I think" I responded.
We drank our coffee as we waited for the taxi to arrive, we talked and made plans for the oncoming weekend, Newcastle was hosting some sort of festival and sounded good, we did not have classes until late on Monday so we could let ourselves go a bit.
"Taxi is here" proclaimed Sean.
"Have fun Marty, but don't go too far out there of you know what I mean" Peter said and kissed me gently on the lips. "If you don't trust my taste come with me" I said. "No babe, I trust you, I trust you 100%" he said and kissed me goodbye.
"You two look happy" Sean said climbing into the taxi. "Sean you don't know the half of it" I replied. "Monument please driver" said Sean as we headed off to meet Charlie.
"Thought you said we were going to the Metro centre" I said as we pulled outside the Monument metro station. "We are, but we can to Eldon Square first, can't we" he responded. "You are my guide" I replied with a shallow laugh.
"Hey guys" shouted Charlie walking towards us. "Hey Charlie, no Mark" I asked, "No he has a class this morning, I had an early one, no more until tomorrow morning now" responded Charlie. "Oh okay, we don't begin until Wednesday, and full on next week" I replied.
"Where's Peter?" he asked. "Hates shopping, I think his gay membership card should be revoked, well if it wasn't for the fact he was drop dead gorgeous I would insist on it, gay and doesn't like to shop scandalous" laughed Sean
"Flirting again was he" asked Charlie.
"Shamelessly" I responded.
Sean flipped open his phone scanned his gallery. "Look tell me you wouldn't flirt with that stud muffin" Sean showed him a photo obviously taken in my kitchen.
Charlie wolf whistled..."Hot Momma" he replied.
"Sean Delete that please" I insisted.
"I will a little later, in promise" he replied. "Sean you are not using a picture to wank yourself off, so remove it" I demanded. "Okay you no fun" he pretend to pout.
I was already beginning to regret asking Sean to help choose furniture. "Don't worry Marty he is harmless, and he does have some great taste in furniture curtains etc, he will be a great designer one day, well as soon as he gets his horny gene in check" Charlie responded.
We looked at several places in Eldon square and got some great ideas, I did order a cooker and would be delivered the same day as the fridge, I also ordered a combi washer dryer, also delivered the same day. No decent sofas though, we headed to the Metro centre to find them and some bedroom furniture. Sean said he knew Just the place... God help me.
To be continued...
Sorry for the delay guys, I had to many irons in the fire and this one to continue was not that urgent as the story of Marty and Peter had been sorted, is was just whether to continue or not, and as you may have worked out...i continued. Comments as usual. davidspowart3@hotmail.com
David