Both

By Larry Ryder

Published on Apr 26, 2019

Gay

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"He'll be here in half hour. Get dressed. Or not. Depending on how you think this is going to go."

Pat was right I had no idea how it was going to go. But I knew he was no fool and at the moment he had a calmer head than I did. He leant over and whispered in my ear,

"Now don't take this the wrong way, I love you man. Don't be a fucking idiot!"

He kissed me on the forehead. I could feel the love , and knew that it was nothing to do with sex. And then he went, turning only briefly to add,

"If you fuck this up mate, then don't expect another chance."

He seemed to know a lot more than I knew.

But, my tiredness was packing it in and I just thought I should get dressed and wait for Eric. (I was almost going to say `The Boy', but he was no boy and I had never felt this way about anyone)

It got to thirty five minutes and I began to think this had all been a big mistake, and I was about to be the victim of a big fat stand-up that was going to wound me more deeply than I had ever known. And then the swing doors opened and there he was, the lights behind him almost made him glow like Jesus.

This was it, make it or break it time had come.

It hit me like a sledge hammer that he was not alone and that he was holding the hand of another man.

While I had hoped we might just have fallen into each other's arms, this wasn't how it was turning out. The other guy was almost as tall as Eric but broader in the shoulders. He was stunning. Not to my mind as stunning as Eric, but they were about the same age.

"So, Mike this is Luke. This is the guy I was with the other day."

Luke proffered his hand but I couldn't bring myself to take it.

"He is not my lover!" said Eric emphatically, "I do have a lover...or at least I did have until he walked out on me without listening." I winced, knowing that I had been irascible , and indeed a fool.

" So I have a couple of things to say," said Eric.

"First, Luke and I did have sex when we were about sixteen. You may remember I told you about him. He likes to get his cock sucked." He chucked Luke under the chin, "But then who doesn't? I know you do!"

What the fuck was he talking about?

"I think, I've heard enough," I said, and looked for a way to leave.

"Oh not quite yet, Mike I'm not prepared to give up on you. I have just spent the best few days of my life with you. Not because we were fucking each other silly ...and because we were such dirty little fuckers...which I loved and you loved. But because I actually think, you stupid dick, we ARE in love...not were in love. We ARE in love"

I had had enough.

"I don't want to be in a polyandrous relationship." I screamed, "I am sorry, you will probably think I am puritan and I only want to be monandrous"

We were all well aware that the discussion had devolved into absurdity

"Remember what I said to you back in the day," Eric cooed, " I want more. I don't want to be your window-cleaner fuck. I want to be your boyfriend...possibly I want to be your husband"

There was a deafening pause.

"I want that, too," I could feel the tears in my eyes welling up, "more than anything else."

So where were we, I was still totally perplexed.

"So who the fuck is Luke?" I asked.

"Well, yes I've already told you that Luke and I have known each other intimately." He touched Luke's hand,"but it was a long time ago. We were just boys. I loved him then and I love him now. And he does like to get his cocked such, and I was all too ready to do it."

" But he is not my lover. He is ...." there was a pause as he gazed into Luke's eyes, "I suppose you would say my oldest friend. We grew up together, and shared some pretty important stuff."

The picture seemed vaguely clearer, they had fucked around when they were boys but they were in a different place now.

"I want you to look into his eyes," Eric said as he grasped my hand, "and tell me what you see"

I could see that he was a fine looking like guy. But I got the sense that that was not what I was being pointed to.

"Does he remind you of anyone?" to be sure there was a faint resemblance of folk, but I was not sure what this was pointing to, and I was tiring of it rapidly.

"So Luke tell us about yourself," the persistent Eric said..."where did you go to school, and what's your family like? and what were you and I doing when your sister saw us last week?"

They looked at each and laughed as they realised I had suddenly twigged

Hope you enjoy this story as it continues. You can send any comments to me Larry Ryder larry.ryder@mail.com. There are a couple more instalments in my mind, but I am `writing into the dark' so would happily receive any comments and/or suggestions

Next: Chapter 8


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