Lance and Philip Chapter 1
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(gay/relationships)
Lance and Philip
Chapter 1
Lance was a young student studying Computer Science, at a mid-Western university. Philip was a mature age student, studying Information Science, at the same university. While they were both students in the same School, they did not come across each other until they began their Honours years, as there were no common units between the two courses, in their pass degree years. Philip was also a part-time student, who worked, so he just never came across Lance before late February 2002. When they first met, at the first class of the semester, Lance was a few weeks short of his 21st birthday and Philip was 46½. That was the first class in a unit entitled Honours Studies. The unit was run at a School level, as there was an insufficient number of students to run separate classes for each of the different degrees that the students were taking. At that first class, Lance volunteered to take part in a small exercise with the lecturer, Janet, at the front of the class. Before that, each student introduced ourselves, with a few brief words.
Philip, despite his hearing loss (assisted by hearing aids), had pricked up his ears when he heard the contents of Lance’s introduction of himself; there was something in that voice, and what he said, that cut Philip to the quick. This was amplified when Lance took part in the role play. Philip found, for the first time in thirty years, that he was really falling for this guy, whom he barely knew. Philip was a closeted gay man; he had partially come out, in his student circle, when he was younger, but he had never told his family, for fear of hurting his parents. Both his parents were now dead. Lance fitted perfectly to Philip’s mental image of his ideal gay lover - he was slim (in fact petite, one might say), not too tall, a round face, with eyes and lips to die for, and a person who had some deep down damage in his life; Lance, himself, was, some years later, to refer to himself as damaged goods, but Philip never really found out what Lance had meant. Lance was an Amerasian. Over the following months, Lance and Philip would often meet, in the small Honours students computer room. These meetings were often when there were just a few students in the room; many times it was just Lance, Philip and a Vietnamese boy named Chi, which translates, into English, as meaning man of purpose, Chi was certainly that.
One evening, Lance, Philip and Chi were the only students in the room. Whilst getting on with our academic work, we started chatting about nicknames and some other things. Philip had already made it clear that he was gay, as he carried with him, and openly displayed every time he sat down at the computer he worked at, a face picture of Christian, an Allboy model, who he felt fitted his mental image of his ideal gay boy; he had even exchanged a couple of emails with Christian, telling him how beautiful he was and he had also sent him a small gift, a bracelet with his name engraved on it. Philip said that he would like to use the nickname Pip, but he would reserve its use to when he was interacting within the gay community. During that conversation, Philip thought he picked up that Lance was gay, though closeted, or at least bi-sexual.
Over the following months, he saw Lance, in the distance, quite a few times at the local gay pub, The Forum. He was always with girls, but this tended to intensify Pip’s thoughts about Lance possibly being bi-sexual. Eventually, and at what turned out to be a very bad time of the academic year, as it was the week before exam fortnight, Philip could not hold his emotions back anymore, He wrote a long letter to Lance and gave it to him, when he next met his dreamboat in the computer room. Pip made a hash of the whole thing as he was feeling so emotionally strung out. Lance rejected the approach and then, a little later that day, took the letter to Janet. Janet called Philip to her office and said that Lance had left the letter with her. Whilst she didn’t throw Philip out of the university, forthwith, she did instruct him to seek some counselling, which Philip did. For the following year and a half, while they were both using the Honours computer room, Lance resolutely sought to avoid being in the same room with Philip; if Philip arrived at the computer room, he would quickly pack up and leave. Pip strongly remembers the occasion of the after-exam drinks for the Honours Studies unit, when Lance firmly sat beside Janet, and would not even make eye contact with Philip.
One thing, which these events with Lance directly caused, was that Pip finally said to himself that he must be honest to his family and his church, which, ironically was one of the most homophobic congregations, of that denomination, in that state. His coming out caused him to step away from the church and the alienation of two of his nieces, plus a distancing from his second eldest brother, Arthur, who had been his favourite when he was a child. It was only through the intervention of George, his eldest nephew, Arthur’s eldest son, that some degree of reconciliation occurred, and Arthur, and his wife, Naomi, slightly reluctantly agreed to maintain some contact with Philip. Even so, it was Donald, Philip’s eldest brother, who did not judge Philip at all. Donald had, for some while, especially since the death of their mother (their 2nd parent to die), taken on not just a big brother role, but also a slightly fatherly feeling towards Philip. He lived on the eastern seaboard but maintained regular telephone contact with Philip.
Pip sought to move on, but he constantly felt a pang of guilt about having approached Lance, when he did; he swore to himself that if he ever won the lottery big time, Lance would be given some of the money, as an attempt at apology and recompense. Pip never forgot Lance, as he was only the third ever boy that he had truly, deep down, loved. He even saw Lance, again across the other side of the venue, at a few special events at The Forum, like New Year’s Eve. There he was, just fifty people away, and all Pip could do was look and yearn; he had promised Lance, on the occasion of that fumbled approach, that he would leave him alone forever. Four years after that faux pas, Pip was sitting at his home computer, one Saturday morning, and he received an email from somebody calling himself Clarke Kent. The contents of the email were a little strange, in their wording, but they challenged Pip to remember the person to whom he had declared his deepest love, some years earlier. The email even said that if Pip could not work out who Clarke really was, the love could not have been real.
Two years had gone by since Pip had even seen Lance, across the other side of the courtyard, at The Forum. It was September 2006, and Pip had, for the sake of his sanity, and aching heart, partly put Lance in the back of his mind, even though he still regularly prayed for the good health and well-being of his Apollo, who was now a young man in his mid-twenties, and his constant good fortune. You could have bowled Pip over with a feather, about half an hour later, when he suddenly realised who it must be. He facepalmed, and thought to himself, “How stupid could I have been, that’s Lance.” Virtually instantaneously he was a sobbing wreck. Once he had composed himself, he got back on the computer and replied. Pip expressed surprise at hearing from Lance, after two years, but, at the same time, made it clear that he was still deeply in love with Lance. Over the next few months, Pip and Lance exchanged emails. Pip was saddened to learn that, being short of funds, Lance had become a part-time escort, and was using the name of Adam when he did that work; though he was 25 now, he still looked as though he was barely legal 18. He told me that he had made it clear to the manager of the escort agency, that he had no interest in having sex with the agency’s clients, but that he was willing to go out with them and even be naked with them; the manager understood this and took Adam on to his books. Pip exchanged multiple emails with Lance, about his experiences as Adam, and even helped him to obtain a few sex toys. After some further exchanges, Lance agreed to visit Pip, intending to engage in some vanilla sex. By vanilla, Adam meant that he would allow Pip to suck him, but that he would not reciprocate, nor would he engage in any kind of anal sex. He did also say that he would be willing to cuddle, but not to kiss, and that he would visit using his pseudonym, not his real name.
Over the next couple of weeks, Pip bought Christmas and Birthday presents to cover all those events since he had first seen Lance. Half of them he labelled as gifts from PIp to Lance, and the other half he labelled as gifts from PIp to Adam. On the second Saturday in February 2007, Pip got up very early; he washed, showered, cleaned his teeth and tried to make his ugly body as beautiful as possible by using deodorant and after-shave. Pip had never had a good self-image; he was severely bullied at school, for 10 years, across six schools, and three countries - once he nearly committed suicide, it was only through happy thinking about his parents, that he stopped himself from throwing his body over the school balcony. Adam had said he would arrive at about 9.15 a.m. From 9.00 onwards, Pip was anxiously awaiting Adam’s arrival. 9.25 came round and Pip was panicking: he was so looking forward to seeing his angel, again, that he feared Adam had backed out. It turned out that Adam was an inner-city guy, and knew little about the outer-city streets, where Pip lived, so he had got a little lost. Finally, just before 9.30 in the morning, Pip heard a knock on the door; his heart was going pit a pat ooh, and beating at nineteen to the dozen. Pip opened the door and there was Adam (Lance) just like he remembered him.
Though it felt peculiar, because he knew the young man’s name was Lance, Pip played along and said, “Welcome, Adam, please come in.” He directed Adam to the couch in the lounge and they sat down together. Initially, Pip just put his arms around Adam and hugged him, they simply cuddled for about five minutes. Adam had also told Pip, that he was still feeling very uncomfortable about the gay thing, as he was not sure about his sexuality. He, therefore, asked PIp to buy a four-pack of Nola's Vodka Spritzers. Pip had, of course, done this; after the five minute cuddle, Adam asked for one of the Spitzers. While he was still sober, Adam reminded Pip that he most not ever tell anyone about this morning, as he could get in a lot of trouble with the escort manager, for not charging Pip. Adam had not charged Pip for the sake of their being ex-classmates. Pip said he totally understood and went to get Adam his drink. Adam drank the first one quickly, he needed to build up his Dutch courage. After Adam had sat back for a couple of minutes, he said to Pip that he thought he could continue. Pip, who truly adored, Adam, wanted to be very gentle with him, as he knew how uncertain Adam was. Pip asked Adam to stand and to let himself be undressed, by Pip.
Adam said, with a slight sob in his throat, “Yes, Daddy.” Pip stood up and took off Adam’s shirt. Underneath he found a lovely carmine singlet, with a team number on the back. Pip then sat back down and reached out to Adam’s belt, he undid the belt and slipped it out of the loops. Pip then undid the trouser button and lowered the zip, whilst still holding on the trouser waist, at Adam’s right hip, by his left hand. Pip then put his right hand on the trousers at Adam’s left hip and just simply held the trousers up. By now he could see Adam’s cock had begun to harden and he leant forward to kiss the lovely, desirable bulge. Adam couldn’t help himself and said, “Yes, bitch, kiss my cock”. Pip then lowered the trousers, which Adam stepped out of, and stroked Adam’s bulge very gently, which was held in place by a very clean pair of American Eagle jocks; the woody became even harder, Pip then bent down and undid Adam’s shoe laces and took them off, followed by his black socks.
Attention was now returned to the treasure, which Adam had offered. Pip started licking Adam’s bulge, he took the rod, still covered in cloth, into his mouth, sideways on, Adam was now feeling quite agitated, this was the very first time, as an adult, that a man had played with his dong. He, therefore, asked Pip for the second Spitzer, which he, again, drank quite quickly.
By now, Adam was quite a little tipsy and began to be more relaxed with the situation. Pip tried to reassure him, just as he had done in the preceding exchange of emails, that he would do nothing that Adam was unwilling to do, as he did not approve of rape, under any circumstances. Adam felt a little more reassured and even wiggled his pelvis in a sign of encouragement to Pip. Pip kissed and nibbled Adam’s nipples, and Adam’s cock jumped, while Adam said, “More, please’, which Pip did do for about another 4 minutes. He then licked down Adam’s chest, into his inny and down both channels of his Apollo’s belt, and down his narrow light treasure trail.
Pip then slowly lowered Adam’s daks. Pip found there, a gorgeous, 1¼ ” thick, and 7” long, uncut willy. He touched it, he stroked it, he kissed the pee hole, and cupped the balls in his hand. “I think we better take this to the bedroom, darling.” Pip, picked the very light Adam up in his arms, while he looked like he could be even just 16, he weighed like a 14-year-old. Pip also gave a little pinch to each of Adam’s Pip carried Adam down the corridor and laid him in the middle of the largest round red bed which was ‘crowned’ by a red velvet curtained with gold posts bed canopy. Pip said, “I hope you like it, dearest, it’s my one and only real luxury.”
Adam just smiled, as Pip tenderly lowered Adam on to the bed. Pip took off his dressing-gown, which is what he had been wearing ever since Adam had arrived. Underneath he had been going commando. His phallus was already very hard, and dripping pre-cum. By now, though, Adam had closed his eyes, still quite scared of the unknown. Pip climbed up on the bed between his legs and started to worship Adam’s stiffy. He kissed the pee hole, licked the glans and the sides and then took it all the way into his throat. Pip went up and down on his prize, many times. After about five minutes Pip asked Adam if he would stretch his hand down and at least hold Pip’s cock. Adam said that he was sorry, but he did not feel he was ready for that yet. After about another 5 minutes, during which time Adam said, “That’s it bitch, suck my cock”, which made Pip feel a little uncomfortable, Adam closed his eyes even tighter and shot seven lovely, salty, sweet globs down Pip’s throat. Pip was in gay heaven.
Adam softened and, by now, the spitzers were wearing off. He asked to take a shower, on his own. Pip dressed while Adam was in the shower, and met him on the couch at the front. He then presented Adam with the gifts for Lance and himself. Adam opened all the presents addressed to him, but said he would take the Lance presents back home and open them there. One of the presents was a pair of bondage pants, which Adam had asked for, during his conversations over the previous weeks. He was very pleased, and even shed a little tear. He opened his fly and took his cock out and wanked it until he came. Adam said, “That was for the pants, thank you Pip”. Pip wiped up the man-nectar and again tasted the flavour of his cherub’s cum. Lance lay back in Pip’s arms and, despite the previous agreement, Pip tried to see if Adam would just have one kiss, not a French one, just lip to lip, but he wouldn’t. All he would allow Pip to do was nibble his right earlobe.
After another ten minutes of cuddling, Adam said that he was sorry but he had to leave. He went to the bathroom, cleaned up and returned to the foyer. Pip, meanwhile, had put the opened presents in Adam’s bag and the others in a couple of recyclable bags. Pip gave Adam a big hug and said that he hoped that Adam would come back again. Adam stepped back, but, just as he was leaving, he handed Pip his carmine singlet, which smelt of his cologne. Pip smelt that singlet many times, which helped him bring back many happy memories, before the scent wore off.
To be continued.
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