CROMWELL ROAD LOVER

WARNING: This story is homoerotic in content. This means that it may and probably will involve male on male sex of various ages. Also note that my characters do not wear condoms and that is because they are FICTIONAL. The author recommends 'safe' sex in real life. You must be above the Age of Consent in your particular area of the planet to read this sort of stuff and you should NEVER allow minors access but you knew that anyway.

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CROMWELL ROAD LOVER

by

G. Cutter

OK, it's not a very inspiring title but it's tight and says it all as you'll find out.

This is autobiographical with embelishments which means it's part fact and mucho fiction as lots of so called true stories on Nifty are. It's about me (figures) and one of my young loves. Not the first and certainly not the last but one I was especially fond of and one I think of even now between writing dirty stories, watching TV, chatting to pals in the Antipodes and playing Age of Empires. It's hell thinking of old lovers, even old mates. I'm now seventy one and know in my heart that a lot of my old friends of a similar age have gone to a better place. I'm not religious and never have been so I prefer to think their bodies have been reclaimed by Mother Earth and as to their soul... who knows. Anyway, that's old man's crap, let's go young. Dontcha just love trips down memory lane.

When I was sixteen I left school and left home at more or less the same time. Accusing mum of being a hyprochondriac helped with the latter and being desperate to get out and earn some money accounted for the former. I was reasonably bright and was told by all and sundry I could have 'gone places'. I did, I went down to the West London Air Terminal at that time on the Cromwell Road and got a job with WH Smiths a big newsagents to put them down a bit. In fact they had many big shops and were probably the biggest news chain England at that time. The setup at WLAT was that it was a stall or so called. A bloody big affair that sold everything from newspapers and magazines, records (ah, the good ol' days), books and cuddly toys. A big thing, prefabricated and a hell of a job to get sorted out at six in the morning.

The thing I really liked was that we worked two days on and two off and these were long shifts, six in the morning until ten at nights. Suited me fine as it paid enough for me to get a bedsit in the famous Earls Court. Gay, stray and affectionately called Kangaroo Alley in those days due to the Upsidedown people who seemed to make a beeline for the place. Did I say gay?.. Yeah, I did and it was... very.

We worked shifts of four or five to a shift and the one I slotted into as junior member was fine. I liked reading, records and paperbacks so I was made. I wasn't too keen on dealing with the general public but I gritted my teeth and stuck on a smiley face. What did give me a bigger smile was that shortly after I started another kid joined our shift and he was also sixteen. The difference being his dad was a manager in one of the big WH Smith shops in town so he was a sort of an apprentice, or working his way through the system. His name was Andy Bassett and he was everything I wasn't in both looks and performance.

He was dark as in swarthy I suppose. Black hair puffed up at the front and slick down the sides, a bit of a rock and roll style but he wasn't a lively music freak, he liked the ballady type stuff as I did which was one rare similarity. He was shorter than my six foot, probably five-ten but quite well built probably because he never seemed to stop eating. I was working on lanky which is the nice way of saying skinny. He was good looking and I just can't bring some one out of the hat to compare him with... maybe a Fred Savage facially to push it. I, on the other hand was blonde and kept my hair a lot shorter in what would be called a messy skinhead nowadays. I did a lot of swimming when at school so I was pretty slim and trim - back to skinny again.

Whereas I'd tend to chase customers around the place and try to be helpful he'd lounge around giving everyone the evil eye. I think it was a case of he thought he was a cut above the rest but he wasn't, he was pretty useless but one thing he was and that was dishy. This kid was eatable and now I was firmly established in my big room in Pennywern Road, Earls Court which was five to ten minutes walk away I was determined to court him, hopefully get inside his cords and sample his bits. All that lot means is that I fancied him something rotten and he bloody well knew it. Come on we were both sixteen and I'd already gone through one schooly relationship and he was a very 'aware' kid. You couldn't help it with the area and the job and yes, most of the airline stewards we came into contact with were screamers and chatted us up every chance they got. There was a temptation at times to tell them to fuck off but they were customers and probably thought sixteen year old counter hands were fair game.

Well, to cut a long scene setting short we got to walking home together as his home was in the same direction as mine but a bit further on. Naturally enough we got to popping in for a couple of drinks at Earls Court before he split for home. He did like a drink for a kid his age, far more than I did but he handled it better than I. I started to get woozy after a couple and worse still amorous. You've probably all heard of 'in vino veritas' and it's bloody true. A couple of drinks later I was saying a lot more than I should and I would think he had me well and truly sussed out. The funny thing was that he didn't draw away or move on, he still kept up the evening drink at the end of shift nights and it soon got to be a routine as these things do. On one particular weekend I went around his place for dinner and a rather boring evening it was but he never visited me. Perhaps my bedsitter was below his dignity as they did have a bloody big house, scruffy but big all the same. Then asgain perhaps he was scared of being trapped alone with me, who knew?

This started in summer and went through autumn and we became good buddies, we even went to the pictures together (you remember them), went up the West End moochin' as we used to say. I invited him around my place which I thought was quite nice but he always made some sort of an excuse and I assumed it was because he knew I wanted to get into his knickers, he was just being sensible I suppose. It was weird, sometimes he seemed to encourage me and then rebuff me if I went too far and that would be verbally by the way. In the end I just had him booked as a prick teaser. I was at the stage where I saw things in black and white, it never occured that he had difficulties with his sexuality. Shame but there you go, you win some, you lose some.

My first October in the job, and Andy's for that matter and we were in the pub for eight thirty. Good stuff, we'd gone onto our winter schedule which had us closing at eight in the evening instead of ten and it was great. What made it even better was that this was the second day of the shift and a Friday so we had the complete weekend free. The two on two off was alright but it did tend to wear after a while.

'Here's to winter,' Andy raised his glass and grinned. Don't knock it, it took me a month getting him to smile, now we were like old drinking buddies. I just used to sit their ogling his every move and thinking what a waste of bloody money.

''Yeah,' I lifted my glass slightly. 'It's started raining.'

'Brill,' he grinned. 'Whatcha doing over the weekend.'

'Not a lot, just messing around.'

'Come and mess around with me. Mum'll do you a lunch.'

'Mess around with you,' I gave him a smile. 'Is that an invitation?'

'Tart,' he laughed. 'Hang on,' he stood up and pushed open the door and it was bucketing down.

'Shit,' he cursed. 'I don't want to sit in this dump all night.'

'Get some cans in the corner shop and come around my place, it's only a quick gallop.'

'You've got music, you've got TV... you'd like to have wandering hands,' he grinned. 'Why not, I'll risk it.'

Jeez, I was shellshocked. All the invitations, all the carefully worded little ploys and schemes and here he was jumping into my arms in a manner of speaking.

'Right,' I looked at him caught on the hop as you might say. Andy was coming around my place for the first time and I felt like a tongue tied twelve year old being offered his first wank.

'Come on then, before I change my mind,' He downed his drink and stood. God he was such a teaser but I truly was putty in is hands and followed like a little lapdog. He had me under his thumb and knew it. It wasn't right, in my last relationship I'd always been the leader. If this one ever kicked off I'd definitely be the junior partner. I didn't care I just wanted to see his body at the very least, I'd never even seen him with his shirt off for God's sake.

We whizzed around the shop and got a bagload of booze, probably enough to put us both into a coma but it was cheap and I had a little fridge (plus it was paynight, remember them?). I used to live in one of those huge houses that reached upto heaven but fortunately I had a ground floor room and it was a large one. It was quite cheap as I recall and unusual for most of the rented rooms around there it had it's own very mini shower and toilet and what could only be called a mimimalist kitchen... one little cooker and an electric kettle. All electric so if the power went out you sat in darkness until things were back on.

'Not bad,' he stood in the doorway surveying the place like an old time Lord of the Manor. 'Pretty kosher.' That was good by the way in Andyspeak.

'Make yourself at home,' I put the small fire on to take the chill off and then drew the curtains after taking a peep. It was bucketing down and the street was awash. Excellent.

'Ta,' he took his damp shoes off and lay them by the fire. 'Nice and cosy. Where do you sleep then?' All that in one breath.

'Here,' I flicked my curtain back as I had both beds neatly fitted into an alcove and the curtain gave me delusions of being in a four poster.

'Mmm,' he was impressed I could see and well he should be, the room officially was a double and I'd shoved the beds together so that superficially they looked like one big double. 'Bet you've entertained in that.'

'Not yet.'

'There's a first time for everything,' he laughed and switched on the TV. I scowled at his back and prayed for rain, even Andy wouldn't paddle home in a bloody monsoon and he did have another half mile or so to go. 'Got a phone?'

'Payphone in the hall.'

'Fine.' He delved in the bag and fished out a couple of cans and we sat in companionable silence watching my second hand TV, the not too bad (not too good) Friday night offerings.

An hour and a few cans later he peeped between the curtains and gave a groan. He sat down again and gave a little shudder. 'You might have a sub tenant for the night, it's still pissing down.'

'Warm in here,' I covered my glee with a throwaway. I peeled off my working sweatshirt that I used and sat there in just my t-shirt and I was right, it was too warm. I turned the fire down a bit and turned around to see him gazing at me.

'What's up, Buddy Boy?'

'You've got a good body,' he smiled slightly. 'Must be the swimming you used to do.'

'Probably,' I smiled. You should take some stuff off, you're steaming.'

'Yeah,' he laughed nervously but I was right. He stripped his jumper off which was similar to mine but he had a white singlet on not a tee, you know the ones, the sleeveless type they used to call vests when they talked about vest and pants and that would be in recent English not American. As an aside I think that 'vest and pants' in American would translate into waitcoat and trousers. Anyway. he went on further peeling his socks off and laying them by the fire. God, I was getting there.

I laughed and took another can. Here we were in a nice warm room, complete privacy, a nice big bed and both acting like a pair of flighty virgins.

'Jeez, it's ten,' he padded over again and peered through the curtains. 'It's absolutely pissing down.'

'Shit happens.'

'I hope that bed's comfortable,' he muttered. No mention of crashing on a pair of chairs I noted with another burst of glee. Enough glee going on for a Christmas party at the moment. I just kept praying for rain.

'It's very comfortable,' I defended my bed. 'You're welcome to sleepover.'

'That's why I asked about the phone,' he actually giggled. Christ it was a struggle getting a smile from him let alone a giggle. 'I'll phone mum and tell her I'm stopping over,' he seemed to have made a decision and after we sorted some small change out I left him in the darkened hall to make his call. He was back a few minutes later with a grin on his normally surly face. 'All fixed.'

'Good.' I didn't want to go over the top but I think the major hurdle was over, whether he'd play or not was another thing and I didn't want to come on pushy.

'Don't mention me sleeping over at work. You know what they're like.'

'You're not sleeping over at work, you're sleeping over here,' I gave him another grin.

'Smart arse,' he scowled and grabbed another can. Bloody good job I had a toilet and shower, I had the feeling that we'd both be up and down all night if we kept drinking. In fact, I was feeling fried which is always a good way to start a night with a boy. Limp dicks never won fair lady and they don't go down to well with a boy who wants to play games either.

We continued to watch the box for another hour or so, were both tired as we had both started work at six o'clcock that morning and it had been a long day. I yawned and he laughed and yawned as well. Of course, a yawn doesn't mean you're tired it just means you need additional air in your lungs and it was getting fuggy in there. 'I'm going to have a shower,' I declared getting to my feet.

'Yeah,' he muttered but stayed with his eyes glued to the box, I suppose it had registered by now that is was crunch time. 'Hope's that things OK for hot water?'

'OK but you might have to wait a bit for the tank to heat up.'

'Sod that,' he looked across at me seeming to pluck up his courage. 'Can two squeeze in there?'

'Dunno, never done it, no harm in trying though.'

'Right,' he stood up and scowled. 'No monkey business... right?'

'Right, Andy,' I said and then in spite of myself laughed which spoiled it somewhat. 'Keep your knickers on if you're worried.'

'Yeah, go to bed in wet drawers,' he sneered. 'Get real... you keep your hands to yourself.'

'OK,' I agreed meekly. What the hell was wrong with this boy? Surely he didn't think two of us could squeeze in a small shower designed for one without touching. I decided to go for it quickly before he changed his mind, he could follow as he wished so he had the choice. He could squeeze in with me or take second shower. It was as easy as that, the ball was in his court to coin yet another cliche.

I quickly tugged my t-shirt off and dropped my trousers aware of his gaze on me, peeling my y-fronts off I stood naked for a moment with my back to him and stepped into the bathroom and then the glass enclosed shower cubicle. It was small but we'd fit if rather closely. I desperately tried not to think sex and spring one and I was lucky, it may have been nerves but my dangly continued to dangle instead of stiffen.

'Alright?' I heard the sound of him having a pee.

'Yeah, nice and warm.'

'Squeeze up, I'm coming in,' he slid open the door and I didn't get a chance to study his body before he slipped in with me and his body was pressing against mine. 'Um, nice,' he chuckled rather nervously I thought. 'Am I safe in here?'

'No,' I croaked.

'I thought not,' he laughed.

'Wash my back, please.' I thought that was the best way to hide what was bound to happen. Of course I failed to realise that what could happen to sex mad me could also happen to him. A few minutes later and relaxing with the feel of him sponging across my shoulders I felt it. There was absolutely no doubt, hard meat had glanced across my flanks and I heard him moan.

'Shit, I'm so sorry, Micky,' he rested his head on my shoulder and dropped the sponge.

'What for?' I turned in the cramped space and put my hands on his hips, our erections mashed together as he looked down avoiding my eyes. 'Don't worry, it happens.'

'Sure does,' he sniggered and thrust his hips in a little pelvic push. 'I should have gone home...' His arms went around me and we stood swaying under the cooling water swaying and doing nothing other than grinding our bellies together. 'I think I'd best get dried off and go home.'

'Why,' I brushed my lips across his wet neck.

'Because, we could do things.'

'So,' I turned the water off and managed to shuffle us out of the shower. He finally raised his eyes to look at me directly and gave a weak smile.

'I've given myself away,' he spoke like one of those dramatic actresses of the fourties and let go of me. 'I fancy you.'

'Good,' I grinned with delight. 'Let's go to bed.'

'Come on, we're pals. OK, so you play around and camp it up but I'm for real.'

'Really,' I grabbed a towel and started to dry him off. His body was perfect, dark skinned as I've said but well formed and quite husky. His meat was easily as big as my own which is a mansized six and he was truly hard. His penis jutted up at a penetrating angle and his foreskin was history. His bulging dark red knob gleamed with it's skin tight enough to burst. This boy desperately need relief and I was just the kiddy for that. After a very superficial dryoff I guided his unresponsive form to the bed and lay him down. I lay down as well and looked at him but he was staring at the ceiling. 'You thought I was playing around, Andy. You fuckin' idiot,' I gently took his hardness in my hand and gently moved it to and fro watching fascinated as a clear bubble of precum appeared at it's tip. Wonderful. 'I wasn't playing at anything,' I ducked my head and licked the droplet from his pee slit.

'Aaaah,' his back arched and he grabbed my head as I sank my mouth over his bulging glans. 'Mickeee...' he wailed.

'Ssssh,' I spoke around rigid cock and started to give him the best blow job of his young life. He squirmed a bit at first, gave a couple of half hearted protests and then sighed gently ruffling my hair as my head moved up and down on this thick boy cock. It was really a thick, smooth skinned beauty. I don't usually go potty over boy's cocks but with his firm muscular cheeks in my hands and his thick meat in my throat going silly was far from my mind. Andy was great and now he was stroking my shoulders and making all those nice little grunts and groans as well as gently prodding up into my mouth.

'I'm gonna cum,' he tried to remove my head from his dick but he had no chance, I was glued to his organ big time and I was intent on drinking him dry. I wanted my Andy's babies orally at first and then maybe anally when we broke the ice (like we hadn't already). 'Aaaah, Jesus,,,' he thrashed about and then I felt and tasted the warm splashes and squirts into the back of my mouth. He seemed to go on forever and his spunk ooozed from my mouth as I desperately tried to swallow it all. He must have been a wank free zone forever as he cum like a stallion and it was all mine. Warm, slimey and munchable... it was so thick it was like boy custard.

'Nice,' I looked up his flattened dark skinned belly and smiled. 'Munchy.'

'Dirty sod,' he giggled and clasped me as I slid up his body. 'Here's me thinking you were butch.' He hugged me and we lay there in the warmth at peace with the world and at peace with ourselves. No more playing games, it was all out in the open and as far as I was concerned there was a long way to go yet

'I am.' I pinched his snub nose and as as he opened for air I stuck my lips to his and invaded his sweet and beery tasting mouth with my tongue. He didn't seem to mind as after a second or so of shock his tongue met mine and we went for one of those neverending air consuming kisses. That's one of the ones that leaves you breathless and red faced but feeling pretty pleased with yourself. 'Lights out?'

'Yeah.' We lay in the dark under the bedding cuddling and I felt his hand on me massaging me back to hardness which was nice but what was even nicer was his head slipping under the bedding and kissing down my chest and onto my belly. As his face brushed my erection he turned his head and took just my swollen glans into his mouth and gently sucked. 'You like?' He whispered up my belly.

'Very much,' I grinned in the gloom as his head descended again and he began to bob up and down and this time sucking for real. He was good and clearly had experience but I wasn't one to ask questions, he gently jiggled my swollen balls and took me right into he back of his throat slurping and sucking like a kid with an ice lolly. When I came it was a flood and took even me by surprise but he gamely swallowed what I squirted and then completed by licking me clean and sliding back up the bed and nestling in my arms.

'You cum loads.'

'Thanks,' I replied dryly and cuddled him in the warmth until his breathing became regular and sleep claimed us both.

I awoke to the sound of rain hammering on the windows and remembered last night but he was gone. I sighed with relief as I heard him come in from the small bathroom and switch the kettle on. 'Tea or coffee, lover?'

'Whatever,' I mumbled and rolled over to see the most beautiful of early morning sights, he was playing around in my little kitchen and he was fully naked and water beaded from his shower. 'What are we doing today?' I knew what I wanted to do and that was to stay in bed all day and rut but we were equal partners after all.

'Go around my place later on and have lunch with mum, she goes out Saturday afternoon. Dad and sis are working all day so we can try out my bed... that's if you want to,' he looked at me with a half smile but still with a hint of uncertainty.

'We could finish up making love if we do that.'

'All the way?' His eyes dropped again.

'If you want.'

'Yeah,' he looked at me and grinned. 'I want.' Any further conversation was terminated by the kettle boiling up but I was happy. I knew exactly what I was going to do, it was barely eight and we had stacks of time. I quickly swallowed my coffee and shot into the shower whilst he fiddled about with the radio, he remained naked and I could see that although not hard he was half hard, he wanted it just as much as I did and I loved early morning wanks. An early morning tumble with a boy lover is definitely one up from a solo masty. When I returned from the shower I was as damp as he was but he'd finished his coffee and we rolled around on the bed with towels drying ourselves off properly, the bed was a mess but who cared, the point was that we'd both popped one and we were both in the mood.

Now the uncertainty of the previous night was over it was easy peasy to get him spreadeagled on the bed and crouch over him and take him into my mouth. I may have left a clue there somewhere as I was head to toe with him and my own stiffness waved in the breeze. As I crouched over him savouring his early morning glory he guided me down to his mouth and was soon sucking away as I slowly moved my hips up and down. I didn't want to go into the full scale face fucking, we could do that after we were used to each other. I had no intention that this lot be a one off and hoped to all the saints that he felt the same. From the way he was sucking and gobbling he was happy for the day but I fell on my side taking him over with me and as soon as I started moulding and playing with his firmly muscled bum he was at mine. No kiddy bubble butt my Andy, he was on the very of young manhood and his arse was a nice fleshy handful. I loved it and he seemed happy enough with mine as he tickled and played with my crack. When I opened my legs a bit he toyed with my pucker nearly ramming a finger in at one point but I was too dry down there and I ain't into pain. We had all afternoon for foreplay, for the moment I just wanted his juices again. his thick creamy spunk and it was just as copious and thick as the previous evening. God knows where it all came from but he did do a good cum. I swallowed and gobbled, squirted into his mouth and then span around and we shared a spunk smeared kiss and slid under the bedding for another hour or so. It was Saturday after all.

Andy phoned his mother again and we left to walk around his place at midday, the rain had reduced to a drizzle and we managed to get there sharing a rather ineffectual brolly. Andy's mum was a thoroughly pleasant person unlike his father who was a total prat although that was an opinion I kept to myself. He was welcomed home and fussed over like he was a five year old and eventually we sat down to a nice winter's meal, a fry up as I remember and it was nice and hot. Just the job, the ongoing rain and now the drizzle had chilled the air and I was looking forward to getting into bed and trying out his central heating. In case you don't get that rather vague allusion, it's the heating whereby he slips his nice hot sausage up my bottom but I bet you'd sussed that one out without the complicated explanation. It was nice to confirm that 'dad and sis' were indeed at work and due home around six in the evening also that mum would be going up the West End with a friend and would therefore the house would be empty apart from we two and we had things to do.

We handled the washing up and clearup whilst Mrs Bassett got ready for her outing and when she departed with her mate we waved her off like the dutiful pair we were.

'Bedroom?' Andy grinned at me as the door closed.

I didn't reply but just raced after him as he galloped up the stairs. God he was so hot and had been giving me little kicks under the table all through lunch. Once in his bedroom we grabbed each other and collapsed on his bed which was a nice big one. Bigger than mine and it didn't tend to divide in the middle as mine did.

'Gawd,' I'm so horny,' he groaned as he squashed against me and tore at my waistband.

'Indeedy,' I agreed settling for his sweet lips and letting him delve into my trousers.

His mouth stayed around my hardness as we undressed and that was exciting. As he sucked away I kissed his smoothness, every inch I could manage but at last we were fully naked and he'd managed to produce a tub of E45 from God knows where. I don't know where he'd got it from, probably his bathroom but it proved one thing and that was that he was for real and he was like a good Boy Scout, he was prepared. He was also one jump ahead of me, as he ducked his head onto my erection again I felt his hand between my legs parting them and then his fingers wiggling at the bottom of my cleft. I grabbed the pot of cool white lotion and smeared some onto his hot meat, as he flopped with a gasp I lathered in in working it into his stiff flesh until it was gleaming and just about as hard as it was every going to be. He was doing his little ooze again and I pulled a pillow over and lay on it face down with the thing elevating my buttocks. You know, it wasn't a matter of me offering myself up, all the time he was trying to get me to roll over onto my tummy and I did just that.

'You done this before?' He whispered munching my neck and getting himself positioned between my legs.

'Stop waffling and get on with it.'

'Tel me, tell me,' he urged swiping his oiled glans up and down my crack and he bit my ear (just a nip I might add). 'Tell me.'

'Just one, when I was fifteen.'

'Bet you were a good fuck.'

'I'm a good fuck now, Birdbrain.' I snarled as I felt his finger intrude into my hole for just the briefest of smears. 'And a good fucker.'

'I hope so,' he sniggered and I felt the mass of his slippery glans slide between my spead legs and nudge at my pucker. 'Relax,' he crooned and then the pain. Well, it wasn't all that painful, with me it was a matter of been there, done that and got the t-shirt but every fuck hurts just a bit when you haven't done it for a while. I hadn't, I was a three month virgin, I'd been after him most of the summer and now I could feel his thick meaty cock moving into my body stretching and filling my back passage. Not bad, the second time with a partner is always better. and he was one up on the previous kid. 'So, bloody tight,' he whispered and started to move to and fro gaining depth at each push. He was kissing and running his hands over me all the time, quite domineering in a way but I was sure that would change when it was my turn. 'Aaaaaah....' He gave a long satisfied sigh as his belly settled onto my bum and his fleshy spike settled in my guts. 'So good.'

'Yeah,' I agreed and pushed up onto his sex and then he began to fuck.

He stated nice and slow which is pretty standard but he made a meal of it munching and kissing the back of my neck as he moved. Then he flathanded either side of my torso as he began to move faster and I felt it like a bloody big sausage up my bum. He seemed to get bigger at every downstroke and when he came I swear I did a girly squeal. The final swell and then the throbbing and pumping which is only bettered when you're doing it to somweone else. He cum so much that I could feel it fluid and squishy in my hole and I could feel it outside between my cheeks as well. I nearly broke my neck craning my head to kiss but it was over and he rammed a towel between my buttocks as he slowly withdrew.

'Well, we done it,' he lay alongside idly running is fingers up and over my bum. 'So tight.' he giggled.

'Wait 'til we do a frontal,' I looked at him and rolled him onto his belly.

'How's that?'

I laughed. He wasn't that experienced after all and I thought I'd save the face to face for later. Relief right now and the romantic and in depth bit later on. I parted his sallow flanks much paler than his upper body. I should think he'd almost pass for native of he ever sunbathed but even in the summer he seemed to avoid the sun. Perhaps he didn't like browning upto looking like a Spaniard or whatever, I thought he'd look rather nice with a good tan but that was his concern right now. For the moment if was a matter of getting to know each other a bit better and then pressing on to some real loving. My view even at that age which I picked up from my school mate's brother who'd been the only other to fuck me, was that 'up the back' as he called it was for a quick shag but a frontal, face to face was for lovers. He must have loved me as he did me belly to belly with my legs resting on his shoulders and it seemed to satisfy.

'I don't normally do this sort of thing on a first date,' he muttered into the bedding as I parted his smooth cheeks and annointed his tight and clinging pucker. I slipped a finger in and he gave a groan and then relaxed as I gently moved my finger in and out relaxing that all important muscle.

'Last night was our first date,' I whispered not really wanting to waste time chatting but realising it was necessary. Some slutty typed like the crash, bang, wallop but we weren't a casual fuck, at least I hoped not. If this turned out good then it could go on, we were the same age, had the same job, lived close to each other... we could become regular lovers or at least shag partners.

'I hope your dick's bigger than your finger,' he giggled but I dtected a hint of nervousness.

'Now's the time to find out,' I knelt between his splayed legs and plastered some of the white lotion onto my hot hardness and bent over to kiss the back of his swarthy neck under his dark hairline. So smooth and warm, I lowered my body until my oiled erection slipped between his parted cheeks and nudged up against his hole.

'Take it easy,' he whispered and I kissed him again and took that all important first step. I pushed and felt his sphincter part and his delicious heat encompass me as my glans slipped inside. He spasmed and tensed for a moment but then relaxed and I pushed in a little further. God, he was to tight, so slick and so bloody hot. I moved in further and then started to slowly rock back and forth almost leaving him at one stage but he pushed up onto me and I finally thrust downwards into his eager body and he gave a low moan. 'Mickeeee...' he sighed and I knew I was accepted as I lay on top of his warm body and my hardness slid right in until my pubics nestled against his soft bum. 'Yesss...' he chuckled and gave an experimental shove up as I pushed down. We were joined and I had bottomed out. I gave a further push even deeper squashing his buttocks and he moaned his pleasure.

That was enough. I went at it, I couldn't hold back. He was so good, so tight he could have been a virgin which I doubted but so hot and so eager. Every time I moved in he clamped and pushed back on me, he was a perfect lover. We finished up on our side and I fucked him and held his reawakened erection in my oily hand as he craned around trying to kiss. It finished up as it always does in a flurry of vinegar strokes. I smacked and rammed into his sweet arse and he encouraged me talking dirty and shoving back so hard he almost gave me a hernia. When I came I held him so tightly he wailed and I felt his cock jerk in my hand, his wet slime squirted over my knuckles as I pumped my hot boy's spunk up into his sweet body.

'So good,' I whispered as I felt my last little squirt leave me. I rubbed my cum covered hand over his slippery cock and over his rounded belly and he giggled pressing back onto me as I savagely nuzzled at his neck. Bloody good job I wasn't a vampire, I'd have torn his throat out.

'That was something else,' he agreed and giggled again. 'We go well together, Micky.'

'We do,' I agreed and slipped out carefully and rolled him over laying on him, belly to belly. My cum stained and now soft cock mashed against his and we slipped about belly fucking and kissing. We did indeed go well together.

'I think we should go out later, go to the pictures or something,' he looked at me and grinned.

'Fine by me.'

'And then I'll stop over at your place.'

'Finer,' I grinned.

'Sunday morning sex and then dinner around here.'

'Great.' I was beginning to sound like a married man. 'What about the afternoon?'

'Play it by ear,' he grinned, 'You know what...?'

'What?'

'I'm getting hard again, I'm horny,' he laughed and rolled taking me over so that our positions were reversed. 'You're not that butch,' he grinned and hoisted my legs up into the air and he was right, he was horny and hard again. Now this one was going to take some time but we had stacks and I could never resist a long one. At least he wouldn't need lube this time around.

THE END

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