This story contains accounts of sex between two people of the same gender. If that is offensive to you, or illegal where you reside, then go elesewhere. The story is was inspired by the comment of a guy with whom I was chatting, who said that his first sexual encounter was on a train. That was all he said, but.... I am grateful to John who has again proof read a story for me, and remaining errors are entirely my fault.
Parson's Folly; Parson's Pleasure Part 3
Because both had evening commitments for the day on which we arranged to go to the Bristol sauna, we went around mid-day. I quizzed him a lot as he drove there. When it came to it I was very nervous. This was a totally new venture for me; and it was getting on for forty years since I had engaged in any man with man sex. We parked, and walked the short way to the sauna. It was up a back street, and was obviously a converted shop. Norman led the way in and we each paid our ten pound entrance money. We were handed the key attached to an elastic band, and went through to find our lockers. They were consecutive numbers.
"You can tell how many have been here already, and have some idea of the number still here. When you arrive at this time of day you can be fairly certain most are still here."
My number was twelve.
"Quite a number come in over lunch time, and then it gets quieter in the afternoon before picking up in the evening."
We undressed, and I caught sight of Norman naked for the first time. We grinned as we caught each other eyeing up. He had a good strong firm body, with a good hairy chest, his cock was very thick and uncut.
"Come on, I will show you round." He bent down and fastened the elastic band on his key round an ankle; I did the same.
He led the way down some stairs. Here there was a Jacuzzi bubbling away, with a couple of men sitting well apart in it. There were two doors close to each other. "That's the sauna, and the other is the steam room. There are some showers over there. If you go through the locker room and lounge, and up another flight of stairs you will find the video room where they show porny videos, and also several rest rooms. Do you want to go in one of these?"
"Yes, let's go in the steam room."
We hung our towels outside and Norman led the way in. I was immediately conscious of the heat, and the thick steam. We could not see the far end of the room and it was not big. There was a bench running all the way round, and two younger guys at the far end. They moved apart as we came in, so we had obviously interrupted something. I noticed that one had covered his crotch with his towel and it was covering something aroused. The other guy was naked and his prick was sticking out hard and strong. After a short while they whispered and left, the naked one totally unembarrassed and unashamed of what he proudly showed.
"You see, there is nothing to be ashamed of here," said Norman.
The steam switched on and the room got even warmer. I felt the perspiration begin to run down my back and chest.
"You'll probably lose a pound or two if you do this for long."
"I wouldn't object to that."
"Trouble is it goes back on almost as quickly."
"I don't think I can stand this for very long."
"Let's go and have a shower then." Norman led the way out of the steam room and across to the showers. We stood soaping ourselves, and getting a good look at each other. "You have nothing to be ashamed of."
"Glad you think so."
"Let's try the sauna now. Nothing is likely to happen while we do everything together. Say when you want to go off on your own."
This was a similar sized room to the steam room, though this had benches of wooden slats at the sides, and at the far end there were a couple of higher tiers or shelves. On the top level an older man was lying on his towel. He ignored us as we came in. After a few minutes a man who looked a few years old than me came in and sat in front of us. He pulled his towel off and sat with his legs wide open playing with his cock. I soon realised that his eyes were on me and not on Norman. My cock began to stir and stiffen.
I think Norman sensed my embarrassment. "Shall I show you round the rest of the place?"
"Please."
As we went out the man's eyes were on me the whole time.
"I think that guy is interested in you, Mike. Do you want me to stay with you, or let you be on your own and see what happens."
"Show me over the rest of the place, and then we'll split up."
He quickly showed me the video rooms and the rest rooms.
"I think I'll try the Jacuzzi," I said.
"Leave you to it." I went down stairs and into the Jacuzzi. There was one other man in there, and I sat opposite him. Almost immediately Norman poked his head round the corner, winked at me, and went off towards the sauna or steam room.
Within a couple of minutes the man who had been displaying his all in front of me in the sauna came and got into the Jacuzzi. He sat within a couple of feet of me. The other man almost immediately got up and left. Before he was out of the Jacuzzi I felt a foot touching mine. I remembered Norman's words, and overcame the instinctive reaction to move my foot away. The foot rubbed against mine a few times, and I then rubbed my foot against his.
The man moved closer, and I felt a hand on my knee, gently stroking it. I moved slightly closer, and the hand moved up my thigh. By this time I knew that I was as hard as steel.
"Is this your first time here then?" he asked.
"Yes. Are you a regular?"
"I try to get along about once a month. You been to any other saunas?"
"No. This is my first time to a place like this."
"I like to come along. It is good to relax in the warmth, and get some fun as well." He moved his hand slightly higher. "You don't mind what I'm doing?"
"No; carry on." I put out my hand on to his thigh.
He moved right close to me, so that our thighs were touching. Then he reached up and took hold of my cock. He looked at me and grinned. I moved my hand and took hold of his cock. It too was fully erect, and about the same size as mine.
"The trouble is I tend to shoot my load very quickly, so I will not be able to stand much of that. I don't want to cum too quickly. I'm not like I was thirty years ago when I could cum three or four times in a session."
"I think I'm the same."
"You fairly new to all this then?"
"I did a lot with the boys at school, but then got married and so on."
"Lots of married guys come here."
"You married?"
"Have been. But was only married for a couple of years, and I knew that I'd made a big mistake. Marriage was no cure for wanting this. So I upped and offed. She married another guy very quickly, and now has a couple of kids. I come to Bristol about once a month, and I always pop in here for an hour or two."
"Where are you from then?"
"Birmingham."
"Saunas there?"
"Several. Some better than others. Do you live alone?"
"I do now. For nearly three years, since wife left."
"I enjoy living alone. You can do what you want, when you want. If you want to have a guy round you can do so. I enjoy my freedom. But I must move, before I shoot my load. See you around later."
He stood up, and I saw his hard prick sticking out. He grabbed his towel and gave me a wave. "See you!"
I sat alone thinking over what had happened. It had all been so easy, so natural. Then Norman came and joined me.
"On your own, Mike?"
"Only been for a short while."
"I thought the guy in the sauna may have come looking for you. When I went in there alone, he quickly jumped up and went out."
"He did come and joined me here. We had a nice little time together."
"Good. You're learning the ropes. It is all quite simple really. Every guy here is after the same thing' though you'll not want that with every guy, nor every guy with you!"
Several times I had heard the buzzer go, and presumed these signalled new arrivals coming into the place. I got up, and made my way to the steam room. I hesitated for a moment about sitting in there alone, but decided to do so, at least for a few minutes.
Then the door opened and a short rather plump man came in. I thought he was a few years younger than me. He sat down on the bench almost opposite me.
"It feels just right in here today," he said. "Sometimes it is too hot, at least for me." He pulled apart his towel so that all was revealed. "That feels better. I wish I was outside in the warm sun, but this is a good second best."
I decided to be bold. I undid the towel around my waist and revealed my all. We looked at each other and grinned. I made the first move of opening my legs wide, and playing with my cock, which soon began to harden. The other guy immediately did likewise. We watched each other's cock harden, and then again looked at each other and grinned. We sat there for several minutes, and then he moved across and sat alongside me, immediately putting his hand high up on my knee. I gave him freer access, which he took, and then I placed my hand on his thigh just below his cock.
"That's good. Exactly what I came here for," he said. "What do you like doing?"
"Pretty well everything, except kinky stuff, but I am rather out of practice."
"You married then?"
"No. Not now. Have been."
"I thought you might have been. Lots of guys find they really prefer this as they get into the second half of life."
"You? You married?"
"No. I've escaped that fate. My family just cannot understand why some nice girl hasn't snapped me up."
"You've just made sure no girl gets close enough to get her claws on you!"
We laughed.
"I really like getting close. I like a lot of kissing and cuddling, leading on to the sucking, and may be fucking. Some guys just want to get their rocks off as soon as possible, and are then on to the next guy, or on their way home."
He planted a kiss on my cheek. I turned towards him, and we gave each other a longer kiss.
"Want to go up to one of the rest rooms" he asked.
I decided to take the opportunity. "Yes."
We stood up, and he gave me another kiss. We put our towels back round our waists, and made our way upstairs.
The rest rooms were small, but each had an area about the size of a double bed, raised from the floor, and covered with a hard wearing, easily cleanable, sort of mattress. He took his towel off, and spread it on the mattress, and again I followed him. As if pulled by magnets we came together, and stood pressing our bodies together and exchanging kisses.
We were both obviously enjoying it. He pulled away and climbed onto the mattress: I immediately joined him. We lay side by side our hands playing with the other's cock.
"You found it hard coming to terms with your sexuality?" he asked.
"My wife left me. When I'd got over the upset I started thinking and remembering all the good times I had had when I was a teenager. I remembered that they'd been good times."
"Many lads?"
"Yes, quite a group of us. So I decided to explore, and see whether I was too old for this sort of thing."
He laughed.
"I came along with a friend who told me about this place and what goes on. And here I am."
"Good. I must try to make your first time here special."
He pushed me over on to my back, and began to explore with his finger all round my cock, and behind my balls. His touch was so gentle. Then he got on top of me, so that we were mouth to mouth, and cock to cock. We humped away at each other.
Then he got off me, and immediately put his face into my crotch. He began kissing and licking and then sucking. He seemed to sense when I began to approach my climax, because he pulled away, and grinned at me.
"That was good," I said, and pushed him down on his back to do the same to him. All my old skills from my teenage years came back.
"You're good at it. You must have done it a lot in your younger days."
"I did. As I said there were a group of us, whenever I was horny there was always one or other of the group who was equally horny, and if neither home was free for us, there were always the woods, bushy corners of fields, and one or two remoter barns. Twice a week was a lean time, in the school and college holidays it was sometimes every day, and on occasion more than once a day."
"Sounds like a sexual paradise."
"It was until one younger guy blew it all and told his parents."
"What happened?"
"There was an older guy who was the ring leader and initiator for many of us. The parents held a meeting and decided the scandal and the dragging of their sons through the courts was too much. So Alan was asked to leave the village, and went off to America. He was an able scientist, and would have found no difficulty getting a job."
"Were you involved when the balloon went up?"
"No I was in Africa. My mother told me a bit in a letter, and hoped I was not implicated. I got more of the story when I got back home. But when did you start?"
"When I was really young. I came home early one day and found my older brother doing it with a friend. I stood and watched for a long while. My brother was furious, but didn't dare do anything as that would make it more likely I would split on him. Ten days later I met my brother's friend. Did you like watching your brother and I? I nodded. Want to do it with me?' he asked. As long as you don't hurt me.' Two days later I was round at his house, and he fucked me. Haven't looked back since."
We had both calmed down. Our cocks were lying limply on our thighs. He reached across and took hold of mine. As it hardened, he looked at me. "I'd like to fuck you. I promise to be gentle, as you haven't done it for a long while. Can I?"
I nodded. "If you are gentle."
"I'll go and get and condom and some lube." He got up, and went out of the room. I realised I was now right into things. He was soon back. He threw his towel onto the mattress and started putting the condom on. He threw me a sachet of lube, and I began to prepare myself. "I got several lots of lube. Use a lot of it."
"How do you want me?"
"Why don't we begin with you lowering yourself onto my cock. That way you're in control and can stop if it is hurting too much."
We prepared ourselves, and I got into position. I held his cock and placed myself over it. Slowly I lowered myself. It took awhile, and I thought how easily this would have been done all those years before when I was with Alan, Bill and the rest. Eventually his cock was inside me as far as it could go. I breathed a sigh of relief.
"It felt as though I was going into a virgin guy. You're wonderfully tight."
"Well, it has been a long time." I began to move slightly up and down. He just looked up at me with a grin of contentment spread across his face. "Having done that, let's change position so you can be active."
"That what you want?"
I got off him, and lay on my back raising my arse in the air.
"That's how I like it. How did you guess?"
He had no difficult getting back into me. He was skilled, and took his time. He even managed it so that we shot our loads at almost the same time. Mine splattered all over my stomach and chest, his was deep inside me, but in the safety of the condom.
That was essentially my first visit to the sauna in Bristol. Sometimes I went with Norman, but we could not always go together. We never did anything together, but told each other in graphic detail what we had been up to.
My first visit to the cruising area came sometime later. I rarely used the Oxford Road so had few occasions to pass the site. I know that the first time that I used the road after Norman had told me about it, I went slowly past the lay-bye. I could see one or two cars parked there, and wondered if anything was going on.
Then one fine sunny October day I had to go to a meeting in Oxford. It finished in the early afternoon and I had nothing on until the evening, so I pulled into the lay-bye. I sat in the car and watched. A couple of cars went away; and two or three cars came in. A man got out of one of them and made his way into the woods. After a few minutes a man got out of another car, and also made his way into the woods. They were there for quite a long while, certainly longer than it would take to have a pee. They came back to their cars within a minute of each other, and then went away.
It must have been nearly two months later, on a cold raw December day, that I was passing that way again. When I arrived there were six cars in the lay-bye, all of them empty. I decided to go and see what was happening. I must admit I felt very nervous. The wood on the hillside was a maze of small pathways. The wood had been coppiced in the distant past, but now was full of bushy trees, which provided plenty of cover for those who did not want to be seen by passers by.
I wandered around. As I was going up the hill, I met a young man coming down. He gave me a grin, but otherwise just walked past me. Towards the top of the wood there was man leaning against a tree having a smoke. He looked at me, but then quickly turned the other way. He was obviously not interested in me. Then I began to walk back to the car. I was strolling down a path when I met a man about my own age walking up. We looked each other in the eye, and just before he passed me he gave his crotch a quick rub. I walked on a few yards and turned my head to look at him. He had stopped and was looking at me. I stopped and we stood looking at each other. We must have been about thirty feet apart. He rubbed his crotch, and I followed suit. His rubbing became more definite and I could see he was hard. I was too by that time, and I let him see that I was. He gave his crotch another rub, and walked off the path into some bushes, all the time watching me. I walked back up the slope and followed him into some bushes. As I came up to him he was rubbing his crotch, then he pulled down his zip and pulled out his cock. I reckon it was just over six inches, and quite thick, and had a good amount of foreskin on it. I came up to him, and held it in my hand. He reached for my crotch, undid the zip and extracted my hardened cock.
He pulled me close, so our cocks were pressed together. "It's bloody cold. We'll have to be quick or our cum will be frozen before it shoots!" He gave me a kiss, and I returned it. Then his hand came down and held my cock. He started wanking me, and I did the same to him. It was cold, and we were soon shooting our loads. "I feel better for that. Pity we ad to be so quick. I'd ave liked to take longer, but it's too cold. Need to get back to warmth of the car." He wiped his cock with a handkerchief, and pulled up his zip. "Thanks for that, mate. Perhaps see you again." He turned and made his way back towards the cars.
I followed him slowly back to the car reflecting on the encounter. It had not been very satisfactory but it was better than nothing. The hand of another was always preferable to one's own.
I did not visit that lay-bye very often, I suppose about once every six weeks or two months. Sometimes it was a profitable visit, sometimes nothing at all.
It must have been late May when I pulled into that lay-bye. It had been a showery day, and it was raining slightly when I arrived. There were a couple of cars in the lay-bye, with no sign of any drivers. I sat in the car waiting for the rain to stop. Then the clouds rolled away, and the sun began to shine, another car pulled into the lay-bye about thirty yards behind me. I looked in my rear mirror and saw the driver get out of the car and begin to walk towards the gap in the hedge that gave access to the wood.
As he walked past my car I looked up at him, and he looked down at me. Our eyes met. I reckoned he was about fifteen years younger than me. He looked well built. He continued walking, and then turned his head to look back at me. This he did once more. I decided to follow. When he reached the gap he stopped and looked back at me, and must have seen me getting out of my car. He then disappeared from my sight as I walked towards the gap. When I turned to enter the wood I saw him disappearing up one of the paths. I followed. When I turned the next corner, he looked back and saw me before continuing up the hill. When we had gone a couple of hundred yards he turned and stood waiting for me. He lightly rubbed his crotch, and I did the same. The universal signal between two men that they are interested in the same thing.
He smiled. "I prefer somewhere off the path."
"Same here," I replied. "There are some thicker bushes just round the next corner." I lead the way, and turned into a thick clump of elder bushes. I remember that the scent of the elderflower was quite strong. There was still a lot of water drops on branches, and the ground was sodden. I found a small open space, and turned to face him. "I think we'll not be interrupted here."
He grinned, and pulled down his zip and pulled out his cock. I reached out to hold it, and he undid my zip and pulled out my very hard cock. He was slightly shorter than me, with a good mop of dark brown wavy hair. We played with each other's cocks for a few moments, and then he crouched down and put my cock into his mouth and began to suck. It felt wonderful. Then he looked up from sucking my cock. "Can't we go somewhere that's not damp and cold? What about your place, Mike?"
"Mike?" I replied in surprise. "You know my name?"
"Yes, you are Mike Fielder, aren't you: Vicar of Trentecombe?"
I have never wished more for the earth to open up and swallow me whole. I didn't know what to do. He had recognised me, so running off was no good, and would only make my predicament worse. The thought flitted through my mind that he might be an agent provocateur. There was no way I could brazen it out, I had been recognised and identified and I had blurted out the admission that my name was indeed Mike Fielder. The only answer was to find out who he was, and the implications of his recognition of me. I looked at him, but I certainly could not put a name to him, or even recognise him in any way.
He stood up laughing. "I've never know a cock go limp so quickly." he flipped my cock with his finger.
"Who are you?"
"You don't recognise me?"
"No."
"Do you remember Saturday 18th May 1985?"
"No."
"Two-thirty that Saturday afternoon."
"A wedding?"
"Yes," he replied.
"I've taken a lot over the years."
"I fancied you then. But never thought I'd have the chance to do anything with you."
"Who were you then. Best man, usher, photographer?"
He laughed even more. "No. I was the bridegroom!"
"The bridegroom! Sorry I have forgotten you."
"I don't blame you. Andy and Michelle Hyatt!"
"The names ring a slight bell. And you fancied me then?"
"Yes. I have always liked a bit both ways. Prefer it more this way nowadays."
"You still married?"
"Yes. And a couple of kids. But I prefer to go with guys. They seem to know what a man needs, and how to handle a cock far better than my wife does. She doesn't even seem to want to know."
I laughed.
"You still married?"
"No. Divorced now."
"Because of this?" He gave my still-limp cock a squeeze.
"I think it contributed. But when we broke up I had not realised that I was this way inclined."
"Had never done anything before?"
"A lot when I was at school and just after; but then long years with nothing doing. It was after she'd left that I started remembering the good times all those years before."
"It must have been a big step for you to take. Going with men again!"
"It was. But you, where do you live?"
He named a village about ten miles away from where I lived.
"Have you always done a bit with men?"
"Two nights before my wedding I had a good time with my best man. Four weeks after we were at it again."
As we had been talking the clouds had rolled up. The sun disappeared, and it immediately felt a lot cooler.
"I think it's going to rain again."
"So can we go back to your place, Mike?"
"Why not? You know where I live. You know what I like. Why not?" I grinned at him. "I think we could have a good time together. Do things properly." I gave him a wink.
"Let's get going, before the heavens open and we get soaked."
We tidied ourselves up, and I followed him back to the cars.
In twenty minutes we were pulling into the vicarage drive. I knew the house would be empty. We went in.
"Would you like something to drink? Tea, coffee, or something stronger?"
"No. I want to carry on where we left off. Can we go upstairs?"
"Yes, second on the right. I'll just lock the front door and I'll be with you."
It didn't take me more than a minute to lock the front door and follow Andy upstairs. He was in the bedroom, stark naked, except for his socks which he was in the process of removing.
"That was quick."
"No point in fluffing around." He came over to me. His cock hardening with each step. He put his arm round me and kissed me. Then he undressed me. This was not the arousing slow procedure that it can be. It was a quick and efficient removal of every item of my clothing.
"Now I can get a good look at you. It was a real stroke of luck that we should both be at that lay-bye this afternoon. I don't often stop there."
"Neither do I." I clambered on to the bed, and he joined me. His hands, lips and tongue were everywhere. I was not exactly in-active. We then had ten minutes of intense activity. Hands, mouths, tongues were everywhere. Neither of us was still for a moment. It was as though we could not get enough of each other. I think we both wished God had given us more arms and legs, as well as other parts! After about ten minutes, when he was on top of me, he stopped, pulled his face away and looked down into my eyes.
"I want to suck you off, and I want to fuck you long and hard." He squeezed my left buttock, before exploring more intimately with his fingers.
"Do you prefer being the more active one?"
"Often, but not always. I'd like this inside me, either place." He gave my very hard cock a gentle pull. He swung around, so his cock was dangling in my face, and my cock was in his mouth. I think both our cocks were about the same size, which in these circumstances could be described as good mouthfuls. Cocks did not remain in mouths, there were adjacent places to be kissed and licked.
"I want you to cum in my mouth," said Andy.
"Fine. You give me yours, and I'll give you mine."
We both sucked and played. It was not hurried, and we almost climaxed at the same time. I think he shot into my mouth a minute before I filled his mouth. When we had swallowed and sucked it all, we lay side by side in each other's arms getting our breath back.
"Now Mike, what about a cup of tea, before part two?"
"Good idea." I slipped off the bed, and pulled on my trousers. "Just in case someone is prowling around outside and looks in." It was not long before I was coming up stairs with a tray with the tea things and a plate of biscuits.
We sat on the bed stark-naked cross legged in front of each other sipping our tea and nibbling our biscuits. Andy filled me in with his story, especially since I had last seen him when he stood before me as a young bridegroom on his wedding day. He had not been like me with an intermission when he got married. He asked me several questions about my story.
"Many time I've driven past your vicarage and wondered. I really, really fancied you, especially when you interviewed us before our wedding. But even when I stood before you at the altar I wondered if you were gay at all, and what it would be like to get close to you. And here we are! My wildest fantasies fulfilled. I only hope this is not going to be a one off."
"Not if the second half is anywhere near as good as the first half!"
He grinned at me. "I'm going to make bloody sure its better. So you'd like to do it again?"
I nodded.
"I'd better not just call in. You might be interviewing a nice innocent young wedding couple!"
"True. Give me a ring, and if I'm free. Though there are often people around during the day."
"I am not often free during the day, but I work away so sometimes I'm late getting home so I can sometimes make it of an evening. I think I am going to be late home more often now."
"That would be good."
Andy moved his foot slightly and began to rub my foot with his big toe. "I think you're even better than I thought you'd be."
I reached over and took the mug from his hand and placed both mugs at a safe distance. Then I rubbed my hand up and down his calf muscle. He reached forward and started playing with my cock, which was soon as hard as ever.
"Can I fuck you, Mike?"
"How do you want me?"
"On your back, legs raised, so I can watch your face."
I delved into drawer in the bedside table, and extracted condom and lube, that I had taken some time before from the sauna.
"You've done this before then?"
"Once or twice." I grinned.
We prepared ourselves. His cock seemed huge as he placed it in position. I put my legs up around his neck. He began to push, not as a series of thrusts, but a steady pressure. I willed myself to relax, and slowly I opened and he made his way inside me.
"All right?" he asked when he was fully in.
"Yes, not too painful. It's a big one you've got!"
"You were nice a relaxed, and I think someone has been in there before me." He winked.
He held it there for a while, before slowly beginning to move. I relaxed even more, and began to enjoy him to the full. It was the slowest and most arousing fuck that I had ever had. He brought me to the point of climax repeatedly, and then stopped, leaving me crying out for release.
Each time he smiled. "Not just yet, my friend."
"Eventually he started thrusting. Not particularly vigorously, but certainly arousing me. He timed it to perfection. He saw from my face I was approaching climax, and again we came together.
"I think we're very compatible. We both like the same things, and to come together twice like that is a bloody miracle." He kept his cock inside me, and I felt it go limp and slowly it slipped out of me. We lay exhausted side by side.
That was our first time together. In many ways it set the pattern for what was to come.
The telephone rings. "Are you free in half an hour, Mike?"
If I say, "Yes," he says, "Then start getting your kit off, I'm as horny as hell."
I have often wondered about the theological implications of that last statement. Almost on the minute, half an hour later, there is the sound of car tyres on the gravel outside. The door bell rings. He steps inside, gives me a very quick hug and a kiss. "I am desperate to have you." He leads the way upstairs.
I lock the front door, and follow him upstairs. I am only seconds behind him, but he is already half-way undressed. "Come on, get all those clothes off."
He gets on to the bed, waiting for me, and his eyes watching intently. The first part of our love making is always highly physical, almost violent. Every part of our anatomies are called into action, arms, legs, hands and feet. Lips, tongues and teeth are all called into play. "I need to fuck you, Mike. I haven't had a good fuck since I was last here." Sometimes I would prepare myself just before he arrived, and then I would lie back. "Come on then. I'm already. How do you want me then?" He gives his instructions and soon his cock is pushing into me. Sometimes I think there is less than five minutes between the ring at the door, and the moment of penetration. He is never very long in coming. Then he pulls out. "Half time, what about a cup of tea."
I think the metaphor of our time together being like some football game is wrong. It is not half time, as the second half is always longer than the first. It is more like the interval in a two act drama.
I go down and make the tea, bringing it up with some biscuits on a tray. Sometimes we sit cross-legged facing each other on the bed. At other times we sit side-by-side resting on some pillows and leaning against the head-board. It is then we talk. Andy tells me about his work, and asks me about mine. He talks about his marriage. Like so many men he loves his wife. The thought of breaking with her, of her discovering what he really likes, fills him with apprehension. But like so many men the sexual fires have waned in his wife after her two pregnancies; while his have remained high. He has continued to go with men.
"Mike, you know I used to go with different men. That's why I went to that lay-bye cruising area. I don't go any more. Now at long last, my dream has come true, and I can see you, I don't want anyone else."
Sometimes we sit there talking for half an hour or more. Then the second part begins. This is totally different. I usually take the lead. My initial approach is always gentle, using the smallest actions with a finger, or my tongue to arouse him. I love watching his cock come back to life, hardening and standing strong and proud. Over the months I have found those little places which sent him into ecstasy.
In our earlier meetings he would often say, "I didn't know that I liked that," or "Where did you learn to do that?" Then he would say, "Let me do it to you, and see if it turns you on as much as it does me."
The second act takes much longer, often well over an hour. There is no set pattern. We aim to give pleasure to each other, and we do.
When it is all over we lie side-by-side, often we doze off to sleep. Eventually Andy stirs and stretches himself. He looks at the alarm clock beside the bed. "Bloody hell! Is that the time? I must be going. I don't want to go. I wish I could stay here, all night. Wouldn't it be great to sleep together, and to wake up together? But I must go, or there'll be questions asked that are difficult to answer."
"You have an explanation for the last couple of hours."
"Yes, I have been working in Southampton today, and that's the truth. I shall just be uneconomical with the truth about how long it took."
We both get off the bed, and get dressed. There are some hasty kisses and quick hugs at the front door, and then he is away.
This has all been going on for over three years now. Andy's visits are irregular. There was one interval of nearly three months when I did not see him. I thought that he had moved on, as so often happens in these relationships. But then he was on the phone again , just as if nothing had happened. The only explanation I got was that he had been very busy. Once or twice he has come over twice in a week; but usually the intervals between his visits are one or two weeks.
It is a good arrangement for us both.
Part 3 of 3.
One note may be necessary. Though elements of this story are true, and are published here with the 'victim's?' or 'lucky guy's?' consent - the main thrust of the story is not autobiographical. My other stories can be found listed in the author's section under Jeffrey Fletcher.
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