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Resume:- Phil Goodman, the narrator, has made contact with an old school friend after a gap of about thirty years. He is continuing to remember his earlier days as a student. But Phil is telling his own story, continuing an account of his life as a student at Manchester University.
Inky White and I Chapter 4.
While those events were taking place for me up in Manchester important things were happening back in Maidstone.
Half way through the second week of term, I received a letter from my mother.
Dear Philip,
Thanks for your letter. We were all pleased to hear your news, and that you appear to have settled at the University in Manchester. Now for some big news for you. Last week, your father was summoned up to the Head Office in town. He was not told what it was about, just that he was to be there at a certain time to see the Managing Director. The long and short of it is, he is being promoted, and will be taking over the Western Division of the Company. This will involve a move to Bristol for us all. Naturally we are all pleased for him, as it is a real recognition for all his hard work. It will also mean a large increase in his salary, which will be more than useful with the three of you children being increasingly expensive. It will be a real wrench for us all to move to pastures new, away from Maidstone where we have so many friends. The firm want him to start work down there next week! And they want us to move down there as soon as possible, not long into the New Year. They have asked us to say what sort of house we require and our price range, and they will provide us with a short list of five places for us to look at. If we do not like any of them, they will draw up another list. So it is going to be a hectic autumn. I have already told the committee of the Town's Women's Guild that we are having to move away. Otherwise we are all well, and all of us send our love. Mother.
I rang home that evening to congratulate Dad, and to get the latest news. It was a truly hectic autumn for them back in Maidstone. They very much liked one house on the first list they inspected, and from then on the company's lawyers got what usually takes an age, to occur at break-neck speed. My parents decided to move in mid-December, rather than risk deteriorating weather in January.
I was summoned back for a weekend to sort my things out. I got the necessary permission, and was back in Maidstone from a Friday evening until early the Monday morning. It was a question of throwing a lot of unwanted things away, and hanging on to some sentimental things, like a few of my childhood toys and books. The rest, the clothes and books that I wanted to keep, all had to be packed.
It was possible for me to make two visits. I popped round to see Inky on the Saturday evening. We had exchanged two or three letters, so we were up to date with most of each other's news. We were able to talk alone together, but as his parents were in the house we could not do anything other than give each other a good hug and brief kiss. I filled him in on my latest news about Bob, and described in detail our Friday night activities at the cellar or at his friend's.
He had been round to Godfrey's several times, but Godfrey and Adrian had decided to live together, and would be buying a house in Canterbury, which was about half way between where they both worked. His other item of news he told with some embarrassment. There was a girl in his office a couple of years older than he, and he was going to take her to the pictures next week. I enquired further, but he would not tell me much more than that she was good looking, and her name was Brenda. I was surprised.
I rang Godfrey, and called round to see him briefly on the Sunday evening. He repeated the news that I had already heard from Inky. He asked a lot about University life, and I told him about Bob.
"I'm so glad you've found someone. I hope all goes well with you."
When the train pulled out of Maidstone early on the Monday morning, I thought more than just a chapter of my life was closing. I was only to return to Maidstone once more.
At the end of term it seemed strange to be going home to a house I had never seen. I liked the house, but it was a chaotic rush unpacking and getting ready for Christmas. There was one room, with a stack of unpacked boxes, and there were regular occasions when we needed something that was in one of those boxes. Fortunately, my father had insisted that each and every box was properly and fully labelled.
Christmas and the New Year came and went, and soon I was making my way back to Manchester. I had sent a letter to Bob, suggesting that we met just for a quick drink on the Tuesday evening of my return. We exchanged news, and arranged to meet on Friday at the usual time and place for a cellar evening.
It was about one in three evenings that we were able to have the use of his friend's apartment. I think we were both beginning to find the restrictions frustrating. We usually began with a drink, kissing and cuddling in the sitting room, but we were both unhappy to take things too far there, as it was so much his friend's room and neither of us felt relaxed. We both felt more at ease in the bedroom, but a narrow single bed has its limitations.
One Friday evening about mid-term, when we were at the friend's, I think both of us had nearly fallen off the bed. We were lying alongside each other, which meant that I was partially on top of Bob, after we had both climaxed.
"I have had a couple of thoughts," announced Bob.
"Good, I'm pleased to hear you're not all muscle and cock."
He nudged me so that I nearly fell off the bed again.
"I'm glad we have this place, where we can be alone together. But it isn't ideal, is it?"
"No. So what's your bright idea?"
"My folk have a house near Harlech in North Wales. Is there any chance of us both going away there for a few days over your Easter Vac? It can't be over Easter weekend itself as my parents always go there for a week, but there are probably a few days before or after that when we could have the place."
"Would they be happy you having me there?"
"As long as they think it is just a friend, and not a student, especially a student from their Hall, they will be fine."
"Sounds great to me. Sleeping together. If it can be arranged, I'm all for it. And what was your other idea?"
"This is more long term. For some time I have been thinking of buying a place of my own; of getting away from parental and University restrictions. They cramp my style. So if I buy a place, what about shacking up together for the next couple of years?"
"I think its a great idea, but I shall have to think about it carefully. Our time in Wales will show whether we can get on domestically. As you know I am working hard, and I wouldn't want it to prejudice that at all."
"I respect that. I am sure we could draw up some ground rules."
"We can talk about it more in Wales. Whether you join me or not, I'm going to start looking for a small house, not too far from Uni."
x-x-x
We went off to Harlech for a few days at the end of the winter term. I told my parents I was going away for a few days walking with a friend in North Wales, which was true.
We arrived in Harlech just as it was beginning to get dark and it was beginning to rain. Bob turned off the main road, up an extremely steep lane that twisted and turned for a about a mile. His parent's house stood alone just off the lane. It was not very big, just three small bedrooms, one of which managed to contain a double bed and little else in the way of furniture, but that would fulfil our requirements. Downstairs consisted of a small kitchen, and a sitting room with an open fire.
"Two things immediately to do, " said Bob. "One, is light the wood fire, there is plenty of wood there, and masses more outside. Second, get some grub."
"I'll light the fire. You get the food, as you know where everything is."
Within half an hour we were sitting down on the sofa with trays on our knees, eating a good meal in front of a blazing fire, and the room was beginning to warm up. After the meal neither of us felt like doing the washing up, so the trays were taken out of sight into the kitchen. Bob put on some music, and we sat and cuddled on the sofa.
"Four days together," I said.
"Yes, four days and four nights." He lent over and kissed me on the nose.
"No need to hurry as we always do on a Friday."
"Exactly. We can do what we like, when we like. We can even stay in bed all day tomorrow."
"I'd like to see a bit of this part of the world, as I have never been to Wales before."
"No problem."
We spent long intervals in silence, watching the wood blaze away, and only getting up to put more on the fire. Our cuddling got closer and more intimate, clothes were loosened as hands wanted to feel. At some stage, we lowered ourselves onto the floor. Our love making was slow and gentle. Our garments gathered one by one on the sofa behind us.
"I want to get inside you, Phil."
"I thought you were getting close to making that request." I reached up and felt into my pile of clothes, and found my trouser pocket, and removed a new tube of KY jelly. "I thought we might be needing this."
"I brought one too, but mine is still packed upstairs."
"You obviously weren't a Boy Scout – Be Prepared."
"No, my parents didn't approve of the scouts, I never joined."
"I did my statuary few years." I prepared my arse. Bob took the tube from me and prepared his cock. "How do you want me?"
"Let's try you kneeling up on the sofa and I'll come behind you."
I got into position and soon felt his cock touching my entry. I always love that moment, I think my anus twitched with eager anticipation. The pressure mounted, and his cock slowly sunk into me. I felt filled. His hands grasped my hips.
"Oh, that feels so good, Phil. My cock feels at home."
"Good, because he is welcome to stay for as long as he likes."
Bob remained still while the first thrill of entry subsided, then he began to move. He varied his movements in a way he had never done before. He, not only thrust in and out, but he rotated his hips so varying the pressure from his cock.
"This is a good position. I don't know why we've not done it this way before."
"Because I'm standing with just my cock in you I'm free to move more."
His hand reached round to get hold of my cock.
"You're producing a mighty load of pre-cum."
"Shows how much I'm enjoying this."
I don't know how long all this went on, with periods of movement, and then stillness. It must have been some time, as Bob turned round and saw that the fire was beginning to burn low. I was warm on the sofa, fairly curled up, but Bob as noticing the absence of heat on his back.
He increased his movements. Then he pushed harder than ever and I pushed back, there was no way he could penetrate me any further. He stood still, and I felt his cock jerk and his hot cum jet out into me.
"Did you cum, Phil?"
"No."
"Want to fuck me, or me suck or toss you off?"
"No. That was the best fuck I've ever had. I just want to hold it. There is plenty of time for me to shoot my load, all tonight!"
Bob slowly withdrew his cock, and I felt empty. I turned, and we had a face to face cuddle with many kisses.
"Thank you, Phil. That was special for me, too. If these few days are as good as they've started, we're in for a good time. Shall we go to bed?"
"What about the washing up?"
"Fuck that, we can leave that until the cold grey light of morning."
We made the fire safe, and grabbing our clothes, we went upstairs. We paid quick visits to the bathroom to pee and clean our teeth, and we were soon in bed. As I have said, Bob was slightly taller than me, and we adopted what was to become our usual going to sleep position; with my back to his front, with his hand against some part of me, often holding my cock and sleepy kisses on my neck.
I cannot remember who woke first in the middle of that night. I remember that the gusting wind was beating the heavy rain against the window. When each of us realised the other was awake, we started cuddling and kissing. We were warm and that bed seemed to make us more intimate with the sound of the rain.
"I want you to fuck me, Phil, and please take as long about it as you possibly can."
"I'll try."
We both managed to prepare ourselves without getting too cold, as the tube of lube had been placed near at hand.
"I think doggie or jockey will be too cold, don't you?" said Bob.
"Yes, so let's try with you on your side."
My cock slid easily into Bob. I held myself still for quite a while, as experience had taught me that movement made me cum too quickly at that stage in proceedings.
I think I was fucking Bob for a long while that night. Sometimes I kept still, sometimes one or the other, or both of us would be making small movements, but both of us careful not to push ourselves or the other over the edge. Sometimes we talked, not seriously, but those little words of endearment that seem so wet when written down. I came, and we both fell asleep. My last memory was of my cock half flaccid but still in Bob. At some time it must have come out, because when I woke mid morning we were turned the other way and Bob's arms were holding me, and it was still raining.
When we looked out of the window we were in the clouds and could barely see fifty yards. We stayed in doors the whole of the day. We sat by the fire, we read, we listened to music, we played chess and dominoes; all accompanied by the sound of rain beating against the windows and the wind roaring in the chimney.
We went to bed early, and had a long session of love making.
We woke the next morning to the now over-familiar sounds. Yes, it was still raining and the gale was blowing. Mid morning, we decided to venture out and walk down into Harlech for coffee, and to patronise the very good cake shop which was there. We put on our waterproofs and set forth.
We were definitely more than just damp when we returned later. We had to change completely. The wood fire had almost gone out, but some care soon had it burning brightly again. The rest of the day was much the same as the one before.
Our incarceration for two days in that house gave us an opportunity to talk. We talked over two things.
Bob sounded me out further about him buying a house, and the two of us living together. My fear was that living with Bob might prove detrimental to my studies. We talked at length. We agreed that though we would definitely sleep together we would not spend hours making love together. We agreed that we would share the household chores, but I would need to spend time alone studying. Bob suggested if he bought a small two bedroom terraced house, of which there were many near the University, it would be good as a starter home for him; then the small second bedroom could be our office, my study, where silence was expected to prevail.
We also discussed the nature and extent of our relationship. We were both very committed to each other, and neither of us had gone with anyone else since we had met. We agreed that this should continue. More difficult was discussing what was likely to happen when I graduated. My plans were very indefinite. A lot would depend on what sort of degree I got, and where I found work. We agreed that our commitment to each other was until I graduated, and then we would review things.
We also agreed, as we had got on well when largely confined to the house, we would continue to get on living together when we would not be in each other's pockets so much.
When we went to bed, the gale was still blowing full force, with no sign of abating. Again, we enjoyed each other to the full. Though we had gone to bed at eight o'clock, it was gone eleven, when the night-light which Bob had romantically lit when we went to bed eventually gutted out.
"I do believe the wind is dropping," were Bob's final words before we fell asleep.
We woke early. There was a bright light outside, birds were singing, and there was no sound of wind. I leapt out of bed and pulled the curtain aside. The greys of the previous days had gone. The grass was green, there were bright yellow flowers on the gorse, and you could see in the distance the blue sea of Cardigan Bay, and beyond that the hills of the Lleyn Peninsula stretching away to the right, and very far off the distant Bardsey Island. On the left you could just see part of Harlech Castle. I gasped with surprise.
Bob stirred. "What is it?" he asked sleepily.
"The view, and the sun is shining. Come on, up you get," I pulled the bed clothes off him.
He protested, and we had a short wrestle on the bed, before turning to attend to our hardening cocks. We had the quickest love making of our stay there. Breakfast was eaten.
"Phil, I'm going to take you up Roman Steps in Cwm Buchan."
"Where's that?"
"Not far away."
We breakfasted, and then went in the car up into Cwm Buchan. There wasn't a cloud in the sky, everywhere was sparkling and bright. We put our boots on and walked. Roman Steps are definitely not Roman, but they are steps. Great stone steps making a path up a narrow defile to a pass over the Rhinog mountains. The stream alongside the steps was in full spate. There were no other walkers around, so we had the place to ourselves. For most of the way we could not walk two abreast, but when we could, we held hands.
"Why can't two men always hold hands?" asked Bob.
"I know. Holding hands with you is the most natural thing in the world. We couldn't do this on the streets of Manchester, we can only show affection in places like the cellar."
We got to the top of the pass, and could see the view into the valley beyond. We found a spot away from the path which was in the sun and out of the slight breeze that was blowing up there. We put down a waterproof to sit on and ate the food we had brought. Then we lay back, but not for long.
Bob's hand came wandering in my direction. He stroked my ear and neck. Then he moved so we could kiss.
"I'm feeling horny, Phil. I want to celebrate this day and this place by fucking you."
"Haven't you fucked me enough these last few days?"
"No I haven't, I'm hard and desperate."
"And I'm hard, too." I pulled his hand down onto my cock.
"I'll give that a nice suck first."
"Do you expect me to strip off?" I asked.
"No. Just bare your bum, so I can get my cock where it wants to be."
The air was cold on my naked posterior, but it soon felt warm when Bob was in me, and his movements soon warmed us both. It was certainly not the longest fuck of our holiday, but it was the most memorable.
After we had made love, and got properly dressed, we lay back again and dozed. We were both loathe to leave that place, and to begin our return to the car. The next day we returned to Manchester, and I went on to my new family home just outside Bristol.
XXX
During that summer term, Bob did buy the house. He spent a lot of time over the summer getting it decorated. I went up and worked at it for ten days in August, sort of camping out in the house. Together we got a lot of work done, and we allowed ourselves one short love making session a day. We set up home together two days before the start of term. What we had arranged in Harlech was put into operation, and went well. I worked hard, very hard. My Prof. made increasingly encouraging noises, and eventually said that if I got a good degree and was interested, there would be research opportunities for me, that would involve a further three years in Manchester. Bob greatly liked that idea!
Events were not standing still for Inky. It was during my undergraduate years at Manchester that we drifted apart.
After our meeting in late November of my first year, we continued to write regularly. He told me how he had taken Brenda to the cinema, and how she made sure her leg was against his, and at one stage put her hand high up on his thigh. "Of course, I got a mammoth hard on, and I think she knew I had. We are going again next week."
His next letter says what happened that time. "We went to the pictures again. It is a nice break from studying every evening. Brenda is also studying, but she is a couple of years ahead of me, being slightly older. This time her hand was on my thigh for almost the whole of the film! Same result as last week, and I think a big damp patch on the front of my trousers! After the film she invited me in to her place for a coffee. I realised where this would probably lead, and it did. She has a small apartment, very small in fact. I sat on the sofa. She went off to make some coffee, and at the same time changed into a very revealing low cut blouse! She was showing the whole of the top of her boobs. I had never realised how boobs were so sexy. She brought in the coffee, and sat alongside me. We never drank the coffee. Her hand was straight away high on my thigh again. 'You're a very attractive young man, you know.' I told her I was very inexperienced when it came to girls. 'I could tell that. Perhaps that adds to your attractiveness. Are you a virgin?' I was quite shocked at the bluntness of her question. 'And I think you are not averse to losing your virginity?' I think I went bright red. She got hold of my hand and placed it on one of her boobs. Wow, I found it fuse-blowing! She was feeling my cock, and pulled down my zip. 'Go on feel them properly.' She undid the front of her blouse, showing me the whole of her tits. She pulled out my cock. 'What a wonderful big one. I know where I'd like that.' 'Really?' I muttered in husky voice. 'Yes, and why not now.' She grabbed hold of my hand and pulled me up, gave me a kiss, our first kiss, and led me into the bedroom. The rest is history as they say. I'll not describe in detail the wonderful time."
Inky's next letter came three or four weeks later.
"I am moving in with Brenda. The parents were a bit shocked, but I think relieved that I'd got a girl friend at long last. Her parents were more relieved that this move showed signs that she was settling down. She said I seemed to be very experienced for a virgin, so I had to tell her that I had done things with boys when I was at school. Her reaction was to laugh, and say that she would soon convert me from that sort of thing! Life is just wonderful. Phil, my friend, you must go with a girl sometime; I am sure you'll never look at another man in the same way again."
I thought about it. After all I am a student and should be open to all possibilities. I soon came to the conclusion that women had no sexual attraction at all for me. I also talked the whole thing over with Bob. He had gone one stage further than me, and tried to have sex with a woman but he could not even get to square one, he could not get it up!
Over the next eighteen months, the intervals between letters got longer and longer. It was not just Inky was slow in replying, I was too. I felt that a great chasm had opened up between us. Perhaps after all our friendship had been totally based on sex, from that moment when my hand had plunged into his trousers. But there was a side of me that thought his cock was being wasted, satisfying a woman when it could have been a man, or men.
It was at the start of the autumn term of my last year that I got a letter from Inky.
Dear Phil, I have been and gone and done it. I have put a bun in Brenda's oven, to put it very crudely. She was on the pill, but had been over to the States for a week, mainly working with and for one of the directors. In the mix up of travelling, different surroundings, time zones and so on she missed a couple of the pills. The result is that she has caught on and is now pregnant. I am going to be a father, just think of that! We had already discussed getting married, and were planning on getting engaged at Christmas, married eighteen months later, in the summer, and starting a family two or three years after that. Everything is being brought forward. We are getting married in six weeks, on 28th November, and I am writing to ask you to be my best man. Please, Phil. Brenda and I are both pleased about all this. It has meant a change of plan, but we do love each other, and we are both looking forward to our baby's arrival.
The rest of the letter was full of details of their buying a house, with considerable parental aid.
So it came about that I paid my last visit to Maidstone. I went down the day before, and had a long talk with Inky the evening before in his local pub. He had had a stag night the week before. He told me much more, and very graphically, about his relationship with Brenda. I knew quite well he was trying to encourage me to dip my toe, or should it be my penis, into the heterosexual waters. They were duly married at St Michael and All Angels Church. Brenda did not look pregnant. Though I only saw her on her wedding day, and did not really get to know her, what I saw of her I liked. I came away thinking that Inky had got a very nice girl indeed. They looked very much in love, there was no feeling that it was a shot-gun wedding.
In July I received a card telling me of the arrival of a baby girl, Sharon.
I think that thereafter, I received a couple of Christmas cards from Inky. Our paths through life had parted. There was silence until I read the word inkywhite among Jeff's notification addresses thirty or so years later.
X-x-x
As I had made contact with him again, I had to reply to his email.
Dear Inky, Thanks for replying. I am living at the other end of the country. I am a professor at Exeter University. I had a post down in Plymouth for several years. I have been doing this job for ten years now. I have a delightful house within easy commuting distance of work, on the edge of Dartmoor. I have never married, in fact never given that possibility a thought. I am absolutely 100% gay. I read a naughty Nifty story on my laptop last thing at night whenever I am sleeping alone. Am I correct to presume that the 'our' in your email refers to Brenda and yourself? These days one has to be careful and I hope I am being tactful in asking that question. I remember you had a daughter, Sharon. Did you have any more? For how long have you been reading Nifty stories? Your old friend Phil, PS If it is Brenda, give her my love, if you can do that without revealing what you may not wish to reveal!
X-x-x
My three years as an undergraduate drew to a close. There was all the last minute swatting for the exams. Bob was very supportive, taking on all my chores for about six weeks before finals.
All finals students had a viva-voce examination, when you were questioned by two members of the department staff and an external examiner. The external examiner was a Prof. from Oxford. I was not asked any questions that really taxed me until the end. My Prof turned to the Oxford Prof and asked if he had any further questions.
"Yes, just one." He asked a question that was not within the syllabus. My Prof started to speak, but the visitor just raised his hand to stop him continuing.
I was surprised at the question, but it so happened that some three or four months before in my reading I had diverted and spent an hour reading about the area of the question. I was able to answer with a modicum of knowledge, and went on to say what further I would like to find out.
The external examiner just said thank you, and said that he had no further questions.
Three hours later, the results were posted on the results board. I had got a first.
When I got home and told Bob he was even more ecstatic than me.
"Have a shower, get changed, we are going out for a slap up meal, with champagne and then paint the town red. No driving - all by taxi. Three more years together!"
But it was not to be.
XXX Jeffrey at jeffyrks@gmail.com