Pursuit of Happiness

The Following story is a fictional account of a love story between men, although there are some scenes of love between women. Although set in real places all the characters are fictitious and any resemblance to the living or dead is purely coincidental.

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For anybody else that is left I hope you enjoy this tale of erotic love. For in the end `what is life without love'.

I have been reading the stories posted on the net for about 2 years and I decided that it was pay back time. This is my first story (that I'm willing to release) and although as yet is not complete I have already started my second. Dependant on whether you the readers believe it's worthwhile I will post my second story & so on.

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Flamers out there can either go hang, or put your pen where your mouth is and prove you can do better, If you can then why haven't you?

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The Pursuit of Happiness.

Copyright Romanticiser 1997

Chapter One: The Visit.

The cars entering the gate were slow as the guards were meticulous about everybody having a pass. I was late for the third time this week and was annoyed at every thing, the stupid woman doing 30 miles an hour in a 50 zone, the road work traffic lights that blocked a perfectly good piece of road. Even the sub-contractor holding everybody at the gate because he didn't have a pass. I moaned "8 o'clock and I'm 5 minutes late .. Come on"

The guard finally got enough identification and opened the barriers. Friday didn't look good, it was going to be one of those days.

British Aerospace isn't that bad a firm to work for. The money isn't good - it isn't all that bad though. The work, as a Design Engineer on the aircraft, is varied - handling all the problems the shopfloor has, keeps you on your toes and that is part of the job satisfaction.

"Good afternoon!" said John in that slightly loud voice just to get every ones attention. I quickly scanned the office - the boss wasn't in the office I might have just made it.

John continued as he watched me scan the office "It's OK, he had to go to a meeting at quarter to. Dave says that your going to have to take over in the managers meeting at 10."

"Not again - I got chewed out last week for him. Did he leave me any notes on what to expect?"

"No and don't ask me where he went 'cause he didn't tell me."

Geoff, the draughtsman walked in the door and turned the kettle on. I heard the click and said "Morning Geoff, is there enough for two in that? I really could do with a coffee."

Geoff said "Just about - Another bad night?"

"Hell no, I finally won at squash and the celebration got a bit out of hand." Geoff and John laughed.

Whilst Geoff asked "How many years have you tried to beat Dave?" the phone started to ring.

"Off and on for fifteen years - he's always changed the sport just as I get up to his level. In physical things he wipes the floor with me, he won't even attempt mental competition."

I answered the phone. "Design Liaison"

-- "Is Dave Coulson there"

"No, I'm sorry he's in a meeting"

-- "This is Reception, he has a visitor from Stockport College"

"OK, I'll come and pick him up."

-- "Thanks"

I hung up and told them I had to go to Reception and not to let anybody use that hot water.

Walking across the shopfloor I wondered why someone from the college wanted Dave. The department is a little too technical for the mainstream of students, supervision is almost non-existent and 18 year olds generally get bored if they're placed with us.

As I entered Reception, there was only one person waiting, a stocky middle aged man with receding hair. I remembered him from my college days Mr Fuller, The physics professor. I walked up and tried to introduce myself.

"Hello, my name is"

"Tim Preston, I remember you - you never worked, it was too easy for you."

He shook my hand.

"Mr. Fuller, I wouldn't say too easy, I just read everything I could lay my hands on and it kind of stuck."

"Is Dave Coulson around?"

"I'm sorry but Dave is unavailable for the moment - is there any thing I can do?"

"I have a bit of a sticky problem, I'm hoping you can help with it." The way he emphasised 'you' definitely meant me not the company.

"If you'll follow me, I'll take us somewhere we can talk." He picked up his briefcase and followed. I returned with him back to my area discussing light topics such as the weather and the traffic. I took him into Dave's office and asked Geoff if he would be good enough to make us coffee. As per usual the back chat and moans weren't evident as we had an outside visitor.

I started the conversation around to his visit by asking how I could help. He looked a bit nervous and then firmed up.

"Normally we don't place students in particular departments, we usually let the company decide where they should go but in this particular case I'm hoping that you'll take on a student of ours directly."

This peeked my curiosity. "We normally don't handle students in Design liaison, the type of work is technically demanding and urgent. Short stay students get bored when we don't have the time to teach them what we're doing."

"This wouldn't necessarily be a short stay student. Each year of the degree the students have to work six weeks in the industry. Unfortunately this student hasn't served his term in any company during his degree and as this is his last year he needs 24 weeks."

"24 weeks, how come he hasn't been placed before?"

"Oh, He has, that is part of the problem." He looked directly into my eyes to gauge my reaction. "He was badly beaten up in his first week last year, before that he was sent back to us on the first day each time."

Stunned I stammered "W-what! Why?"

"He's gay - openly gay. You know what it's like in small businesses around here. Even the other students in his class beat him up first year."

"Why come to me?"

"Do you remember a student, Tony Morgan, from last year?" Mr Fuller continued as the image of a small, shy and subdued dark haired lad popped into my mind. "He told me how you had counselled him after he'd come in suicidal one morning"

I remembered the day, it wasn't a day I was likely to forget. Tony had arrived crying his eyes out. He told us he was gay and his lover had killed himself that morning with an overdose. It had taken us two to three weeks to slowly start straightening his life out. In fact he'd moved in with my wife and me for a week or so because he wouldn't go back to 'their flat'.

There wasn't any sex - I'm not gay but I understand.

Thinking back on that terrible time, I hadn't noticed that Mr Fuller was silent and watching me very carefully. Geoff interrupted at that point with coffee and we chatted about trivial things whilst my mind was in turmoil.

"I can't make the decision for us, Dave will have to do that, I'll need his say so but I also need to talk to this student. Our department may not hate gays but that isn't true for the whole factory. Tony didn't attract attention except for that week and we managed to cover it. If this student is effeminate or tries it on with people on the shopfloor it could end up with him getting beaten up again."

Mr Fuller looked as if the weight of the world had been taken off his shoulders. "I'd recommend that you come to the college and talk to him there - how about this morning?"

"Let me see if I can get hold of Dave first." I picked up the phone and dialled for his bleeper, about thirty seconds later the phone rang.

"Dave, Tim here, have you got 5 minutes .... OK! Where are you .... I'll be bringing a visitor .... I'll tell you when I get there .... ", I laughed. "Yes it is important .... OK bye."

I stood up and said "Mr fuller, he's in the Customer Centre - If you'd follow me." We both walked out of the office and back on to the shopfloor. We turned left and walked along one of the walkways.

"Call me Steve you aren't at college anymore."

Mr Fuller, I just couldn't call him Steve - six years of college had driven that in, remarked on the cleanliness of the place and how much it had changed since his last visit. I told him about how the management wanted the shopfloor to be a showroom and how we even had to wear uniforms. He laughed when I told him about how they'd started by painting one section of the floor light blue and the night shift had had some fun. "We came in the next morning and the painted bay had got a sharks fin standing up in the centre and a cardboard pier & deck chair had been placed by the side of it."

We entered the Customer Centre and pulled my boss from his meeting. I managed to get a room and we discussed the situation. Dave said that he'd back me up which ever way I decided as I'd be the person the student would be placed with. ( typical manager - delegate the decision ). I told Dave that I'd back out of the 10 o'clock meeting as best I could and go visit the college.

I took Mr Fuller back to Reception and arranged to meet him at 11:00 at the college engineering block.

Parking my car in the college car park brought back so many memories of my teenage years. I gripped the brass pull handle of the door looking for my scrawled initials in the wood. Worn and faded with some new graffiti over the top, but they were still there.

At 10:55 I was shown into Mr Fuller's office. A fifteen foot square cubby-hole with one desk, 2 chairs and filled with stacks of books and papers absolutely everywhere - it hadn't changed in 12 years. Mr Fuller told me that he had arranged for the student to arrive in ten minutes and did I want to talk to him alone. I suggested that it would be for the best that way as the conversation may get a little personal. He agreed and left saying he'd be back in an hour. I took off my coat, hung it on the back of his chair and sat down and started to read a newspaper that had been placed on one of the stacks of books. Yesterdays edition, but I rarely get time to read them so I scanned the paper for something interesting.

At quarter past, the student arrived a little out of breath. The first thing I noticed about him was his hair, fine and flame red with a fringe over pale skin with a light dusting of freckles across his nose. He was about 5'10" maybe 6', slim with a narrow waist and broad shoulders. He was dressed in a black T-shirt with AC/DC written across it and faded jeans.

He said "Oh, Hi. Is Mr Fuller about? He asked me to come down and I'm a bit late."

I walked around the desk and introduced myself. "Hi. My name is Tim Preston and it's me you're here to see." He stared at me puzzled and I could see his eyes - dark green, they flickered quickly from side to side as if he couldn't decide which eye to look into.

"Uh? Well then, hello my name is Graham Douglas Bennett but I prefer to be called Doug or Douglas." We shook hands and I moved the chair from around the desk and asked him to sit down in the other one.

I asked him if he knew why I wanted to see him. He said no. Thanks Mr Fuller - now I knew why he was in such a hurry to leave. OK, well we have to start some where.

"Look Doug, This may not come out quite right but please don't take any offence. I work as a design liaison engineer at British Aerospace and I've specifically been asked if I would give you 24 weeks of industry training before the end of your degree course."

His eyes had gone flinty and silted, he interrupted and his voice held a tone I placed immediately.

"Oh! I see and you don't want a gay person in your office - I get it, this is the sorry old man, but I can't take you routine."

This wasn't going to work this way. I grabbed my coat. "Come on, we're going to the Nelson for a drink, I haven't made my mind up yet but if you carry on like that, it probably will be."

I strode out trying to cool my anger, I'm quick to heat up but fast at forgiving and forgetting. Dave and I often argue about how the department should run. The arguments often flair up and die down within minutes and as Dave and I don't hold grudges it seems to work. We've been friends for nearly twenty years, since we were both in the apprentice training school together. Even last night during the celebration of my victory we had argued - about who was going to win the Superbowl.

I was hardly out of the building when he ran up and started walking beside me. He was apologetic "I'm sorry I shot off, I shouldn't have and I apologise." We continued to the local pub in silence and when we got there I went to the bar and asked for a Southern Comfort and ginger. He asked for a cider and after paying I went and sat down at the empty corner seat that used to be my usual seat in days long ago. He joined me about 30 seconds later and sat opposite me.

"Doug, I have no problem with you being gay, nor will anybody else in the office, it's just that..." I faltered, looked down trying to collect my thoughts. "It's just that we aren't gay and as you've already found out there are a lot of people who hate gays and anything to do with gays."

He calmly interrupted me by saying "They're called homophobics, although I would prefer to use a less technical term for some of them." I smiled and so did Doug, his face lost all its angles and broke out with one of those grins that covers the face.

I regained my confidence that he could handle this. "I'm here to see how you would fit in. Twenty four weeks is a long time and I've not only got to consider your degree, but the department." I sipped some of my drink and carried on. "My department handles all of the shopfloor problems from anything like sequence of build, work instructions, programme planning to repairs and quality issues. This means that all day we have visitors from all over the factory coming in and asking for advice, paperwork, schedules and all sorts."

I broke off for another sip. "It sometimes feels as if all 1800 workers have been in our office at some time of the day. The majority would have difficulty in dealing with someone who is gay, if they knew. I want to find out if your too openly gay or whether you could, not necessarily hide it, just not let it interfere with normal everyday work."

Doug considered this for a little time and I excused myself to go back to the bar for a cola. When I got back to the table, he seemed to have come to a decision and started to talk about himself. He told me about his mother and father not wanting him at birth and how he'd been put up for adoption and the children's home where he grew up.

I tried to tell him that he didn't need to tell me these things but he said that I needed to know him, to understand how he would react in differing circumstances. He really wanted his degree, but 24 weeks would show him as he really is.

The pub had started to fill up with people coming out for lunch and so I decided that we should leave, it was becoming too crowded for this kind of conversation. We got up and as we were leaving a young lad walking in said "Look there is G.Douglas Queer and his boyfriend". Behind him was Tony Morgan who laughed. Doug had murder in his eyes but I grabbed him and shoved him out of the door before anything could happen.

Once back on the street I told him to relax and forget it. We walked back to the college and I dropped into Mr Fuller's office.

He asked me "Is everything hunky-dory?"

"The jury is still out, can I borrow your phone?"

"Of course you can." He picked up the phone, dialled for an outside line and handed it to me.

I rang up Dave but he was out and Geoff answered, I told him to tell Dave that I wouldn't be in for the rest of the day as I was still at the college. He was puzzled by where I was but didn't push it. I hung up.

"I'm going to take Doug somewhere we can talk more confidentially."

"Oh right - Tell me how you decide."

I went back out and asked Doug if he wanted to go to my house to continue he said yes and we went and got into my car.

My wife was still working and wouldn't be back for a couple of hours. We had the house to ourselves. I parked in the drive, took him inside and offered him a cup of tea or coffee, he chose tea. Whilst the kettle was boiling he leaned against the kitchen door frame and watched me as I made the drinks.

We went into the lounge and sat down. He asked if I was into computers as he had spotted the PC in the corner and went to have a look at it. The cover was perspex showing all the boards and leads. He knelt down and examined it closely. He started to ask questions about some of the expansion boards as they didn't look quite right and I told him that electronics was my hobby and that I had made the PC from scratch. He said that electronics was his interest as well.

I knew that I should control myself, if we got to talking about

electronics then we'd be there till midnight and we weren't here for that. I killed the conversation by asking if he was ready to talk about our situation.

His face lost it's animated look for a short while. But he sat down on the sofa and he started to talk.

He told me how he'd been so lonely at the children's home because he'd been born just before the last baby boom and the number of adoption places had dropped dramatically. When the demand for adoptions increased they all went for the younger children. He said that night time was the worst because they were always short staffed and run off their feet so it was all very militarised. Processions of children washing and cleaning their teeth, marched to their bedrooms and locked in. At sixteen he'd been given one room in a hostel that handled drunks, addicts and people off the streets. He wasn't ready for the violence and abuse he'd received and he'd been raped or forced into sucking somebody off practically every night until he ran away 2 months later.

Over half of the tale had been told with tears running down Doug's face and the emotional outpouring wrung my heart. I walked over to the sofa and hugged him. Rocking him backwards and forwards slowly as he continued with his tale.

He had been on the streets for two or three weeks when the pimps had approached him to be a 'rent boy' but he'd avoided them. His sole pleasure was in reading, he spent a lot of time at the local library and the staff had looked after him by providing meals and cups of tea during the day.

It was here that he had met Rodger one of the library clerks who had taken pity on him and had let him stay at his flat when the weather turned cold. Rodger helped him get a job at a local printers and the money helped start him up. Doug had never had so much attention and compassion that he had mistaken infatuation for love and had responded to Rodger with the only form of giving pleasure that he knew. Rodger had violently rebuffed him and kicked him out of his flat. Rodger must have told the staff at the library, because the police always came to move him on when ever he'd gone in afterwards.

He had finally admitted to himself that he was gay when he'd been picked up by a woman and after admitting he was virgin, he just couldn't get aroused. The woman had laughed at him and told him that if he couldn't get it up he shouldn't bother with women again." A limp prick is useless to neither woman nor beast"

That was just over 4 years ago. Since then he'd decided that engineering was where he was skilled at and that he would get himself a decent job and not be beholden to the State, Council or anybody. He'd been fairly celibate since then too shy and afraid to open up to anyone else.

He continued sobbing until the outpouring got to him and he slowly fell asleep. I didn't want to move and disturb him so I remained on the sofa, holding him. Disturbed by the story sleep came very slowly.

Joanne, my wife found us like that. The best thing in my life, Joanne was understanding and compassionate. We'd tried to have kids but it hadn't happened, yet after 12 years of trying her mothering instincts were honed to incredible levels. She made the evening meal quietly, trying not to wake us up.

It was the smell of freshly made chicken soup that woke me up, Doug was lying half on me with one arm draped over my chest, his head resting on my shoulder. Joanne walked into the room and saw my eyes were open. She walked over and lightly kissed me on the lips and whispered "Another one like Tony?"

I nodded and she whispered back "Why do they all have to be cute and beautiful?" It hadn't occurred to me until then but she was right. Doug looked innocent like an angel, The sleeping face had none of the lines or looks of concern that it had whilst he was awake. She whispered that dinner would be about half an hour and she was going to get the spare room habitable.

After dozing for a few minutes I started to lightly blow at Doug's head ruffling his red hair. He snuggled a bit but I kept on blowing. Joanne came down the stairs and stopped at the bottom watching as I tried to gently wake Doug up. I started to blow on his face, moving the point of contact causing little subtle movements in his face. He snuggled closer to me with his face turned up to mine. I increased the force and his eyes started to flicker and move behind his eyelids then they opened and he saw me with pursed lips and responded immediately closing the distance he locked his lips onto mine and started to kiss me. I froze and he shot off me like a scolded cat.

"Tim, I'm sorry I shouldn't have done that, I didn't realise what I was doing, please forgive me."

I was blushing all shades of red and a tinkling little laugh came from the bottom of the stairs. Doug turned around quickly, and on seeing Joanne, blushed furiously as well.

"Doug meet Joanne, my wife."

Doug groaned and started to apologise to Joanne who laughed it off and said it had been quite funny and she didn't mind as Tony had done the same thing.

"Tony?" Doug asked, but only got an answer of ask me about him.

What a pickle I was in. Without mentioning anything I thought might give away who Tony was I told the story about the suicide and how a college student from a few years back needed help, OK so I stretched the truth.

From the kitchen came a shout "Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes, Doug I hope you like pork chops."

Doug didn't know where to turn, caught like a fly in honey - sweet to the taste but maybe a little more than he could handle. I saw the thoughts as they ran across his face, I smiled "Don't worry Doug, There's no problem if you really want me to take you home now, I will do, but after dinner would be better, I'm starving!"

He decided to stay and went to the kitchen thanking Joanne for considering him as a dinner guest. We sat down as the clock struck seven and proceeded to have a really nice meal. The conversation got stuck into electronics fairly early on and Joanne surprised him by not only keeping up with us but pushing him to think before he answered some technical questions. I told Doug "Joanne works at UMIST, the local University in the electronics lab and passed me long ago. I only have a BSc Degree in electrical engineering, Joanne has a full doctorate."

We continued to chat after we had moved back into the lounge but I was now showing him the PC and what we had done, He was really intrigued by some of the circuits we had put into it but I noticed that as time went on he started to keep checking the time on the clock on the mantelpiece. I asked him what the problem was and he said he had to be back at the YMCA before 10 or he would lose his room for the weekend, but that I shouldn't worry as there was still half an hour to go. I then told him that the lounge clock was keeping time with London University's atomic clock and was set to GMT, as it was summer it was 1 hour behind. It was really 10:30, Doug got into a panic and I told him to calm down as we had a spare room he could borrow. He settled down nervously but as he got more resigned to the fact that he couldn't get his room he took a more active role in the conversation.

By 10:30 on the clock we all had started to yawn, Joanne would start it and Doug and myself would catch it. As Joanne had to be at a special review of the new interns at a meeting of department heads at 9:00, we decided to call it quits and go to bed.

Doug said goodnight as we left him on the landing and we retired to bed. The only sounds being that of the showers running and the toilets flushing as everyone readied themselves for bed. Half an hour later the lights were off and we settled down to sleep. Joanne asked me what had happened this time and I told her along with a quick summary of his life. She thought it was sad but glad that I seemed able to comfort him. We both cuddled and I fell asleep.

I awoke to a poke in the ribs. Coming to I heard the sound of crying and Joanne was looking at me. "He's been crying for 20 minutes. I think he needs you to comfort him." I looked at the alarm clock 1:45. I got up and quickly put a robe on as the heating had kicked off over 2 hours ago and with our window open it was getting quite chilly on bare skin.

I crossed the landing and knocked lightly on Doug's door. No response just a quiet sobbing. I carefully opened the door. A crack of dim light glowed around the door, the bedside table light was on, and there he was crying into his pillow. I moved over to the double bed and slowly lowered my weight on to it, moving cautiously I approached him and started to lightly trail my fingers through his hair. Doug turned to face me and grabbed hold of me around my waist and pulled himself until he was sobbing into abdomen. I softly stroked his head, neck and shoulders until he quietened. He seemed to be dropping off to sleep so I moved his arms to release me. But his eyes opened and he begged me "Please hold me". I tried reasoning with him that I couldn't get to sleep like this and he pulled back the duvet and again begged me to stay.

I took off my robe and climbed into the bed justifying it internally by thinking that it would only be for a few minutes.

Doug rolled towards me and rested his head on my shoulder and hugged me close. Contented at last, his breathing started to slow and deepen. I initially stayed awake because as soon as he was properly asleep I was going to go back to my own bed. But 15 minutes had passed and I still hadn't moved. I looked down at his angelic face. The small cluster of freckles over his nose was cute in a sort of childlike way, his skin was pale almost translucent and seemed to have no imperfections except for the freckles and they were more like an accent. His chin had that little vertical cleft in the centre. The lips were a pale ruby colour and I was close enough that I could see each individual pale hair growing on his face, he was shaving but not frequently.

Don't ask me why, I don't know but it seemed right at the time. I lowered my lips and started to kiss his forehead, no more than a grazing touch.

He snuggled closer leaning his head further back, now it was his face that was turned towards me. I lightly kissed his forehead and eyelids. His upturned nose wrinkled a little and he tightened his hug. His arm over my chest moved lower and pulled me into the hug. He was truly beautiful resting there and I felt affection. He moved his leg so that he was no longer on his side but was resting half on me, his leg bent over my thighs.

My arm was under his neck and that dead feeling in the fingers was starting. I moved my arm to retain the circulation and stroked his top shoulder and back. A well known feeling started in my groin and I paused stroking him. Concerned with myself, I was getting aroused and it didn't seem right that I should. I've never been attracted to men, why was I getting aroused? Unsure of myself I moved trying to extricate myself from Doug's embrace and he tightened his grip and pushed his face into my neck nuzzling me - was he still asleep God I hoped so.

My dick was now reaching its full height and no thoughts of mine were affecting it at all. What was happening to me? Why was it happening to me? I felt compassionate affection towards Doug - nothing else, or was there...? My mind was going in to a spin and if I didn't stop it soon, panic was going to set in. I remembered my adolescence and the confusion that was there. How at 12, my friend Andy and myself had investigated each others body. Nothing sexual had happened we were just kids trying to find out information about ourselves that nobody else would to tell us.

It's rather funny that as parents we try to keep our children innocent by not telling them anything, forgetting the frustration and fear that we all went through when our parents wouldn't tell us anything either.

My mind was settling, the memories of childhood calming me and opening me up to these feelings.

Doug moved - did I feel a kiss - or was he just moving. I resumed stroking hoping to push him into deeper sleep so that I could escape. My boxer shorts were straining and I was uncomfortable. I used my free arm to release the constriction. I moved my dick vertical but I touched Doug's arm and he moved again his hand now resting over a nipple. It was hardening. This was getting frustrating and weird. Did I really want Doug to do something? I knew what gay sex was in a objective way, Tony had been fairly explicit. Was that what was getting to me?

There was another side to this did Doug want me, 12 years older than him and not really attractive. I had pulled Joanne not with looks but with my mind and heart. We were companions at first, love built up over time.

Doug moved and his hand started to lightly tease my nipple, he kissed my neck. Well that was another question answered. Did I want to go through this?

A shock wave rocked through my body as Doug turned my hard nipple. Yes! I wanted this.

I whispered "Doug". He instantly stopped and moved his hand away. "Doug - are you trying to turn me on - because it's working"

"Tim, I really - like - you. You're so gentle and caring that I want to make you happy, like you've made me."

"Let me up, I need to talk to Joanne."

He moved to the other side of the bed facing away and said "I'm sorry Tim, I understand."

I got up and walked into my bedroom.

The light was on and Joanne was awake "I thought you weren't coming back"

"Something's come up, I need to talk to you." She looked at my boxers and laughed.

I closed the door and walked over to the bed and sat down beside her. Joanne was my conscience and my confidante, there wasn't anything she didn't know about me, and I think it's true the other way around.

"Well if any man was going to get to you it was him. Red hair was always your weakness."

I stroked her auburn hair and asked "What should I do ? I want to try it but ...." my objectivity collapsed under the emotions I was feeling "Joanne, I don't want to hurt you, I love you so much that I'd die if you were to leave me, I can't even contemplate that. You're my heart and soul - I couldn't handle the guilt and pain of hurting you in any way." Tears in my eyes I looked down at her and she pulled me down for a kiss.

"Tim, I understand and that is why I love you so much. Your heart is large enough to take the world in. Your understanding was what I needed when you found out about Jenny and you gave me that but also unconditional love to both of us. No recriminations just love!. Can I do anything else, It would hurt you if I said no and I couldn't bear that." She kissed me again, and wiped the tears from my face. "Go with my love, find out about yourself." I kissed her again. "Are you sure? I don't know what I'm letting us in for."

She smiled, thinking for a few seconds "I do - go and care for him, he needs you." She kissed me and pushed me off the bed "Go."

I looked back down at her and darted down for a kiss. "I love you."

I straightened and walked back onto the landing. As I closed the bedroom door the light went out.

I re-entered Doug's room and moved onto the bed. He turned over with red, tear brimming, eyes and a surprised look. He started to speak quietly but I silenced him with a finger to his lips. I pulled him into an embrace and slowly lowered my face to his. The kiss wasn't exactly what I expected, the lips felt the same as a Joanne's. When I felt his tongue at my lips I parted mine and the kiss became unlike any I had had before. There was a force on both sides trying to weld us together. Our tongues fighting a battle and both drawing. We broke apart and looked at each other again.

"Are you sure, Tim. I wouldn't want to hurt you - or Joanne."

I didn't respond but I put one hand behind his neck and the other in his hair and pulled him in for another kiss. This was getting better as we both took part and the kiss became more passionate. Doug climbed on top of me and hugged me tighter. When breathing became a necessity I pulled away and said "God! - your turning me on something wicked."

He smiled and smoothed the dark hairs on my chest and kissed my neck, my earlobe, the top of my shoulder, my throat. I moaned and swallowed.

Doug propped himself up on his elbows and said "Stay there, don't move a muscle." He got up and walked to the base of the bed and pulled the duvet off. Then he took off his white underpants, watching my eyes.

As he stood there I watched him. Pale skin no tan lines anywhere to mar his perfection and his dick hard up against his belly touching the top of his navel. Red hair around his groin and climbing up above his waist.

I started to rise and he came around to my side and pushed me back down "No don't move, let me love you". He knelt on the bed and I moved to the centre. He straddled my thighs and started to rub his hands across my chest. he leaned over and kissed my neck and my ear and licked his way around the base of my neck. I groaned - it felt incredible. Twirling his tongue around in my chest hair he started to follow my muscle lines to the either side. His hair touching and trailing along my chest. The heat of his tongue and the cooling of his saliva evaporating was driving me nuts. He lifted off me and then dived down flicking one nipple and then the other, then nibbling them gently. I groaned and arched involuntarily, electricity flowing through me. I could feel his hot poker of meat against mine, could I be turned on any more? I could not stay idle, just taking this and giving nothing. I tried to stroke his arms and shoulders but he took my arms off him and begged "Let me love you first .. please" I lowered my arms to my side. He moved down and started licking again just above my navel. The feelings were unbelievable my breathing was getting heavy, my hands gripping the bottom sheet. His lips attached themselves to my navel and his tongue dived in twirling and probing.

I groaned and felt his tongue climb out of my navel and move lower. He got to the waistband of my boxers and then repositioned himself to start at my feet.

My breathing relaxed slightly in the pause, the sight of him over my legs was turning me on more and more. He lowered his face to my left foot and sucked my big toe in to his mouth then the next and down to the little toe. Never part of my lovemaking before this, it was going to be part of it from now on - wow!. He moved on to the top of my foot and played with the hairs there a few seconds and then repeated it with my right foot. Moving up he started to lick my calves on the outside up to the knee and back down on the inside. He lifted one leg up and traced the enlarged muscle and sucked on the back of my knee. Hot and cold flashes raced across my body, whilst he licked his way closer to my groin on the underside of my thigh. I was getting close a tingling was starting in my balls. I moaned as he repeated the tongue work on the other leg.

"Doug, you've got me so worked up I'm going to cum real soon".

He pulled off me. "No - not yet" he turned to face me and started to kiss my face, my forehead and my eyelids.

Looking up at him I said "Your truly beautiful" and caressed his cheek, "I can't see why you'd want me, I'm not what anyone would call handsome."

"You have love and compassion. I fancied you first when you shook my hand in Mr Fuller's office, you looked right into my eyes and I saw no prejudice or hate, only caring and a fear that you would fail me, it's like looking straight into your heart. The rest of the day confirmed it in your every action and consideration. I could stare into your brown eyes forever and be happy." He smiled and kissed me on the lips. "As the old saying goes beauty is in the eye of the beholder, in your case it's your eyes that hold beauty - your soul."

My breathing was now nearly back to normal and I pulled him down for a deep kiss, but he pulled back and with a grin that lit up his face and said "Round two."

He moved down the bed and lifted the waist band of my boxers, glancing up at me to check he wasn't freaking me out. I lifted my bottom to help him and he pulled them down. My dick was as hard as it had ever been and although I've always felt self conscious about my size, 5 1/2 inches, Doug seemed to have no such misgivings. He pulled my boxers off me completely and moved my legs apart. Kneeling in between them he lowered his head onto my abdomen and flicked his tongue into my navel, running one hand through my pubic hair the other toying with a nipple.

I was torn, I wanted him to do something with my cock - anything. I also wanted to keep the suspense up. This was exhilarating and getting more intense by the second. Doug placed his thumb and forefinger around the base of my erection and prized it off my belly. It resisted, as hard as stone. I whimpered - waiting. He started to lower his head, maintaining the tension he licked down from my waist into my pubic hair moving around the base of my dick he licked a complete ring around it and then dropped down and nuzzled into my balls, licking them. When he sucked one in his mouth and flicked the ball about with his tongue I thought I was going to cum. I moaned loudly, the intensity had gone up a notch. I resisted the urge to shoot and it seemed to fade slightly. I took deep breaths and tried to think of anything but what that tongue was doing to me. It didn't work, Doug had moved onto the other ball and he had started to moan as well. He pulled back and my ball popped out, the tension from his mouth pushing me even higher.

He knelt back surveying my manhood. It was bent slightly to the left and there seemed to be no foreskin at all. The extra skin had been absorbed in the expansion of the engorged rod. He lowered his head and ran his tongue around the rim of the head. I gripped the sheets tight and arched my back. The explosion of feeling was leaving me breathless. Panting away, wanting to feel more and knowing I couldn't handle it.

He closed his lips around the head, wetting the dry helmet with his tongue. My chest and neck muscles taut as wire trying to hold back as he lowered and took more of me in. The suction was light but that tongue was running around and pressing into places that sent shivers up and down my spine. I felt a finger run down below my balls rippling the seam of skin, moving lower it entered the crack of my arse and I automatically opened my legs wider, intoxicated in the feelings he was giving me. When the finger came to my puckered opening it pressed gently never hard enough to enter but enough to make me moan. God! what a feeling.

He was moaning as much as I was now. He lowered his head further down and I could feel his throat nipping at the head. I was going to cum, nothing was going to stop it. "Doug, I'm - " I couldn't get my breath "I'm cumming!"

The feeling doubled, tripled and climbed into overload as Doug really started to suck hard. The tight spasms started deep inside and my balls hurt as the pressure built up. I stopped breathing and my whole body arched all muscles straining, trying to bury more of me into Doug's mouth. Pulses ran up from my balls as I shot one.. two.. three.....

Chapter Two: Questions.

I came to with Doug looking down at me grinning like the Cheshire cat. "Like it?"

Between pants I replied "That doesn't even come close. Just let me get my breath back."

I caressed his sides and pulled him down to me for a kiss. The first flush of passion satiated the kiss was loving and long. He lay on top of me and I rolled us onto our sides. I stroked his chest, marvelling at the lack of hair, the hard muscle tight and flexing at my touch. Pushing him on to his back. The rush of uncertainty, clouded my mind. It must have shown on my face. Doug looked away. That decided it for me, I kissed him on his chin and kissed underneath heading down to his neck.

"Tim, are you sure you want to do this? I'm happy as things are." His Adam's apple bobbing under my lips as he whispered.

I pulled back and looked down at him, his eyes flicking back and forth searching my anxious face. I kissed him. "I want this as much as you, but I'm unsure. I feel like a virgin, desperately wanting it and frightened of doing something wrong. I don't want to hurt or disappoint you."

He caressed my face, smiled and said "I don't think you could or ever would." He lifted his head and kissed me, his arms embracing me.

I stayed on my side propping my head up with one arm. I trailed my other hand over his chest feeling the play of the muscles and lingered over the bud of a nipple standing proud, surrounded by an inch of dark pink skin. I lightly rubbed the nipple and Doug gasped. The sudden rush of air into his lungs made his rib cage more pronounced. I dropped my mouth onto one nipple as I rubbed the other. Flicking it and grazing it with my teeth. A moan from Doug told me I was doing it right. I leant over him so I could put my mouth on his other nipple and moved my hand lower along his side. My arm touched something hot and hard lying on his belly. A quick glance showed what it was and I got nervous again.

I licked lower watching the cock head raise itself from his abdomen and then drop suddenly, only to repeat it a few seconds later. The one eye dark, glistening and leaking. This was new to me - oh I have read stories that went on about pre-cum flowing in gallons but that is just fantasy. My cock was well known to me and pre-cum happens only at the point of cumming. With me pre-cum could fly further than any spurt of cum. Joanne had surprised herself on our first real date, she had wanked me off in the car and I'd hit the roof on the first shot.

I purposefully avoided the place that contained my worries and licked down on to his thighs. Doug moaned and opened his legs fully, giving me access to everything. The movement reminding me that it wasn't going to go away. I started to pull my courage together, it was now or never. I licked across the joint of thigh to groin and tasted a muskiness that increased my excitement. I could feel my dick twitch. His cock was big, I quickly stretched my hand along side. It was slightly shorter than my hand span - under nine inches but only by a little. I repositioned my self between his legs. The sight looking up at him made me more nervous. His half closed eyes watching me expectantly. I could see him swallow and start to inhale in readiness to say something. I knew I'd lose all my courage if he spoke and so I dropped down and ran my tongue up his cock from the base to the tip. His exhalation was a groan. The taste wasn't any different except for the tip. A weak taste of cum, slightly less bitter than mine but just as salty.

Reassured that I could do this, I licked the sides and lifted it away from his belly. Wanting Tim to moan and groan I took delight in licking it like a lollipop. My mind became almost schizoid, one side enjoying the taste and feel of hot, smooth skin over a hardened steel core pressing my tongue in where ever the fancy took me, the other analysing the look and shape of this flesh. A rounded inverted triangle in cross section, flat and hard across the top but pointed and softer at the bottom where the tube ran up. The tube vanishing inside at the flared war helmet shaped head. two little parted lips at the top of the eye. Another drop of pre-come welled in the eye and I pushed my tongue into it. Doug was panting now. I ran my tongue over the head. I glanced up at Doug. His chest arched, the bottom rib of his rib cage sharply defined. Head thrown back and his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Confidence growing by the second I put my lips around it and took the head into my mouth and started to suck.

Doug turned quickly to his side and cried out "Watch your teeth!"

Oh God, I'd hurt him. stricken with remorse I shot off him and looked up to his face. He was gasping for breath as he sat up and pulled me into his embrace. I was trembling and upset. He rubbed his hands across my back as his heart rate and breathing became more normal. He raised my lowered head. Kissing me on the mouth. I didn't respond - tears coming to my eyes. "Tim, I'm all right it was just a shock, don't worry you didn't hurt me." He kissed me again and again lightly on the cheeks and forehead, nose and mouth. This time I responded and he became more forceful. My arms went around him and hugged him.

When our lips finally parted I was almost crying "I didn't want to hurt you, I wanted you to love what I was doing to you. I've ruined it". He comforted me his hands massaging my back.

"Tim, I'm still yours - if you want me. You haven't hurt me and I'd love for you to finish what you started. You had me higher and wilder than I've ever been before. I nearly came when you put your lips around me. I want - No - need to feel like that again. I want you more than you could possibly imagine."

Looking deeply into his flickering eyes, so green. I didn't want to let him go. "Will you let me try again? I wanted this to be so good."

He laughed and lay back "Let you, let you. I want you to do it". When he was back in the centre of the bed lying down. He stretched and raised his arms off the bed." I'm all yours, take me, I want you to make love to me again and again and ag..."

I shut off the stream by plunging my tongue into his mouth, my lips locked onto his. My hands roaming over his body that I no longer feared playing with. Breathing through our noses we didn't want to break off the kiss. It finally broke when I rubbed both of his nipples at the same time. His back arched pushing my body away. I was trying to press every erotic button that I could find and it was affecting me just as much as Doug. We had both gone soft whilst he'd comforted me but I was rock hard again. I wanted him to forget what had happened in the pleasure of this. I turned his head and probed his ear with my tongue, trying everything that Joanne used to turn me on. Doug's breathing was getting ragged. I lightly chewed where his neck joined his shoulder, he groaned. Moving my tongue lower my hands never stopping, I wanted to feel him all over. Perspiration covered his chest and abdomen like a fine dew and I revelled in running my tongue through it. I lifted his cock up from his belly and dug my tongue in to his navel. Twirling my tongue through his red pubic hair as I went. I was loving this, trying to give Doug as much pleasure as I possibly could.

This was going too fast. Telling myself to slow it down I moved back up and kissed him sucking his bottom lip in. I licked the underside of his chin and nipped his Adam's apple with my lips. I raised up off him and looked at him. He was panting and his eyes were bright, desire glinting in them.

His breathing got good enough for speech. "God! What ever your doing, don't stop it feels fantastic - I haven't ever felt like this."

Happy that the past was exactly that. I kissed him deeply and moved myself down to his groin. His legs were even wider than before. I licked his ball bag and sucked it into my mouth remembering how good it had felt. Keeping the sack away from my teeth was hard but I think I did it right as Doug was moaning. I rolled the ball back and forth, feeling the crinkly hair tickle the sides of my mouth. I let it drop from my mouth and started on the other.

I remembered one wild night Joanne and myself had once had after watching a porno movie called "Mother-in-laws Tongue" and what she had done with it. I decided that I would do it. I might regret it, Joanne and I had really washed well that night. Doug wouldn't regret it though. The feeling was incredible. I lifted his balls and licked below them running and pressing my tongue into where the nerves run together."

Doug gasped "Oh God!" and lifted his legs up. Supporting them with my hands I went lower and lower. The lack of thick hair made movement easy. Joanne is quite hairy.

Using my thumbs to separate his cheeks I licked lower, enjoying it more as the smell and taste were just sweat with a slight hint of something else I couldn't quite name, nothing abhorrent just puzzling. My thoughts rearranged themselves when I got to that little puckered rose. I circled it with my tongue and pressed hard. A spasm shot through Doug. Fear ran through me - had I done it again.

Doug was moaning "Yes!, Yes!, Yes!" and his head was rocking back and forth.

I went back to that little puckered hole and flicked and pressed my tongue all around it and on it, it gave way slowly. My tongue was in and the ring of muscle was alternately gripping and then pushing. The taste was unusual, slightly bitter but still not bad. I pushed harder and deeper, moving my tongue around as much as I could. Doug was rotating and thrusting down on my tongue.

The muscles in my mouth and face were getting tired. I needed to finish this. I lowered his legs back down. His dick was raised off his belly and wasn't dropping back down again. I moved to his side and rested my head just above the cockhead. Lifting it slightly I closed my mouth around it, withdrawing my lips hard under my teeth. I wasn't going to make the same mistake again. Doug groaned. I started to suck and tongue the head, steadily increasing the suction. I sucked hard and Doug screamed. Oh God not again. I pulled off and looked at Doug's face.

His face was almost puce, a grimace, his eyes tight shut. He wasn't breathing. Every muscle tense. I recognised it wasn't pain, an exquisite torture maybe, but it wasn't pain.

I quickly put my mouth back around his helmet, flicked around it with my tongue and resumed sucking building up until I was sucking as hard as I could. Doug screamed again. He started flailing about and came. His cock was having convulsions, pulsing and expanding. A shot of burning hot liquid hit the back of my throat and I swallowed automatically. Another and another, my mouth was filling up faster than I could swallow. I lifted off and watched him shoot three more times and then he collapsed totally drained, all muscles limp.

I loved the taste of him. This was Doug's seed I was swallowing. I licked the splashes of come on his belly and followed them down to the source. Remembering how sensitive my cock was after I came, I didn't touch it.

I leant over him lying against him, I watched his face, breathing hard, the colour fading and his eyes moving behind his eyelids. Kissing his forehead and neck and anywhere in reach. I couldn't get enough of him. I traced his expanded rib cage with my fingers, my flat hand moving from one side to the other.

When he opened his eyes I kissed him lightly on the lips, cheeks and chin, His eyes never left mine. "Oh Tim!" he wailed and started to cry.

Concerned "Doug, what's the matter? What have I done wrong?"

"No - you haven't done anything wrong - it's me." He closed his eyes, tears trailing out from the corners and running back towards his ears.

"What is it? I pulled him into an embrace. He gently tried to resist but I wasn't having any of it. "Tell me Doug. What's making you sad? Why are you crying?"

"You'll hate me, I can't."

"I won't hate you, I could never hate you"

He wailed louder and then stunned me to the core "I think - I think I've fallen for you. I love you and you can't be mine!" He wailed and clung tighter."

My mind a whirl, emotions run rife, I tried to fathom my feelings. I loved Joanne madly deeply. What did I feel for Doug. A leaf in a gale was nothing compared to what I was feeling. Tears sprang to my eyes. Was it infatuation? The afterglow of sex? Or was there more? Was the affection I felt love? Was it true or was it compassion? No, a part of me was thrilled at his declaration of love, was that my love for him, responding. I had strong affection for Doug, was it love? Could I be in love with two people? His pain and grief was hurting me. Love - I don't know.

"Doug. This has happened so incredibly fast, we've only known each other for a few hours. I can't say I'm in love with you - I don't know, I'm mixed up inside. I need time to think about it. I can't lie to you, I love Joanne more than life itself. I have great affection for you, it may be love. I don't know."

His wailing had calmed down to sobs in my shoulder and I pressed against him, trying to comfort him as much as possible. I dragged a pillow across and lifted Doug's head. I kissed him lightly across the lips trying to draw the pain away. My back was envious of the warmth of Doug's body against my front. I pulled away from him. Making sure my weight never left the bed and that some part of me was touching him all the time. I grabbed the duvet. Lying back down next to Doug I dragged the duvet up over us. I pulled him tight into an embrace and put his arms around me. Kissing him on the mouth. His sobs now quietening to the odd whimper. I rested my head next to his on the pillow no more than an inch apart and watched him closely as he fell asleep. Distraught and confused I waited for sleep.

I awoke to the sound of ringing. I opened my eyes, Doug's back was to me and we had rolled together in the centre. I cuddled closer to him, my mind clear of the previous night's confusion. The curtains let through a dim daylight. The ringing continued, I was slow to realise what it was, the telephone! I flung the duvet back and made a mad dash out of the room and down the stairs. My hand not one foot away from the receiver and it stopped. Who could it be? I looked at the grandfather clock 9:30. Oh my God! Joanne was late for her meeting, I dashed back up stairs and opened our bedroom door. The curtains were drawn and the bed made. Joanne had already gone.

The phone started to ring again and I ran back down the stairs grabbing it frantically. I panted into it "Design Liaison."

It was Joanne's voice she laughed "No it's not. Come on sleepy head, Your getting really hard to wake up in the mornings, this is my fourth call."

I sat down on the bottom step "I love you."

"Now that's what I love to hear, straight from your heart. I love you too - look I'm going to have to go back into this meeting. We have a lot of interns so I'm not going to be back before 1:00. Your going to have to do the shopping without me, remember we need soap powder and toothpaste, I used the last this morning. Oh and make sure you get a big enough joint for Sunday, Dave's coming over for dinner as well. Got to go - I love you, bye."

The phone clicked and quietly buzzed, I put it back on the hook. I turned to climb the stairs. Doug was stood at the top, he quickly turned and went back into the spare room. I went upstairs and followed him.

Doug was pulling up his jeans. He looked at me quickly and then started searching the floor for his shoes and socks. "Don't worry Tim, I'm going - you wont ever see me again."

My morning fuddle was making it hard to think. I sat on the bed trying to clear my head "Don't leave, I couldn't take that right now. I don't like to lose people I love."

Doug stopped and walked in front of me lifting my head by my chin very gently. Looking down at me he said "Are you sure Tim? You aren't just saying that. My feelings don't matter in this."

Staring straight into his eyes I said "Doug, I love you - please stay, I need you."

He pushed me flat on my back, and jumped on me kissing me all over my face and saying. "Oh Tim, I love you so much it hurts." He kissed me deeply our tongues playing a ballet and then pulled off. "But what about Joanne?"

"I still love her the same, if not more after last night. I need a coffee, I don't think too well in the mornings."

Doug got up his face bubbling with joy. "I'll go make it." He grabbed his T-shirt and was gone.

I went into my bathroom and turned the shower on, giving it chance to warm up. I went to clean my teeth - no toothpaste. A quick gargle of mouth wash was all I could do. I stepped into the shower and let the warm water run over me. Sudden starts to the day always upset my thinking.

"Coffee's ready." The shout was muffled but quite distinct. I stepped out of the shower, dried myself and was dressing when I noticed Doug watching me from the doorway. "Don't stop. I came to tell you your coffee is downstairs - God! your beautiful."

I laughed "Now that's a lie. I'm plain and ordinary. They even stopped calling me cute after my fifth birthday."

"You should see what I see, there isn't anything plain or ordinary about you."

Tucking my shirt into my trousers I walked over to him, kissed him on the cheek and said "Where's this coffee."

Two mugs of coffee later my brain was up to speed. I searched the desk for pen and paper and started going through the cupboards, building up a list of what was needed, any frozen vegetables and meats, I checked the freezer. I went into the dining room and checked the drinks cabinet, Brandy, red wine. "Doug is cider your normal drink?"

"Yes, why?"

"Well, we're going to need some. None of us drink it."

"Tim, Joanne's going to be very upset about this. Maybe it'd be better for all, if I just left. I don't want to hurt you or Joanne but she's going to hate me when she finds out."

I walked over to him and hugged him close "I just found you, I'm not going to lose you now. Please no more talk of leaving." I kissed him long and lovingly. When we broke "Come help me do the shopping, She wont be back until late, at least we can be together till then."

Doug followed me out, perplexed at my calmness. We got in the car and drove to the supermarket. Like a lot of men we tried to do the shopping in as short a time as possible, squeezing past all the women perusing every tin, packet and box on the shelves and stiff necked husbands, pushing trolleys very slowly up the isle, who were wishing they weren't there.

I only remembered the soap powder and toothpaste whilst we were in the queue to pay. Doug volunteered to go get them and I shouted the brand names as he walked up the isle. I became more nervous as time went on. he hadn't returned and half of our groceries had gone through the till. Had he left? What would I do? My eyes searching each aisle looking for his red hair. A shout of my name made me turn round but it was just a man calling his child. Where would he go? The last of my items passed through the till and the checkout girl totalled it up. I was about to pass my charge card over, convinced he'd gone when I heard his voice.

"Excuse me - Uhm, excuse me please." There he was trying to get through the queue of people and trolleys. My heart was fluttering in my chest. A close shave. I wasn't going to take that chance again.

"What took you so long?"

"Oh they didn't have any of your soap powder on the shelves and I had to find someone to check in the back."

We put the last two items through the till. I paid and we walked out to the car. After loading up Doug took the trolley to one of the collection points. I watched him all the way there and back again.

I drove us home. Whilst we unpacked the bags and filled the cupboards, I made us tea and coffee and then we went back into the lounge. Doug wandered back and forth along the book shelves, drinking his tea as he ran his hand along each book, reading their titles.

My Tom Clancy novel was on the table and I picked it up. Opening it up to the bookmark I was soon engrossed.

His arms wrapped me up from behind. Doug whispered into my ear "Have I told you how much I love you and need you or how I want you in the worst ways possible." He kissed and tongued my neck and ear, his hot breath was like an aphrodisiac. I was getting an erection.

I wanted him to make love to me again. I wanted him to stay. I closed my book. My dick tenting my trousers and I impishly said "Be gentle with me - please."

He laughed and called me a tease. He moved to my side and kissed me deep. Our tongues clashing together. When we broke apart he pulled me out of the chair and led me up in to the spare bedroom.

He led me to the bed, falling back on it he pulled me down on top of him. "Do you really love me Tim? Are you really mine? Or is this a dream and I'm going to wake up soon?"

Thoughts of Joanne entered my head, did I love one more than the other? "I love you and Joanne equally. I can never be just yours, but I hope I have love enough for both of you."

Doug near broke my heart when he said "I'm going to lose you, I think I'll die without you." His eyes wet.

I kissed him and said "I'm all yours now." I rubbed his sides. I wanted his T-shirt off. I wanted him nude and in my arms. His hands started to unbutton my shirt and I started to pull his T-shirt out of his jeans. I got there first and he raised his arms and let me pull it off him. I started trying to unbutton his jeans, I could only do it by feel. his hands were undoing the last buttons of my shirt and I couldn't see. The reversed directions baffled me and his face was too appealing. I sank down on to him, kissing him. His hands moved to my sides and started to grab at the shirt. The last button popped and I moved my arms to my side letting him pull it off me. Our tongues locked together, breath going backwards and forwards. I broke away and said "All I can think of is you - your driving me insane." I kissed him again more passionately and he rolled me over.

He lifted his lips off mine and hugged me tight. "I love you, with all my heart. I'm yours and always will be."

Moving down he took one of my nipples into my mouth and sucked it. His hands sliding down to my trousers. The clip was no problem and he unzipped them and pulled them down. I lifted my bottom supporting both of us as he slid them off. Pulling off me he sank to his knees on the floor and started to unlace my shoes. I sat up staring at him, then bent over double and kissed his hair. He pulled my socks off and lifted my feet out of my trouser legs. Standing up he folded my trousers and put them across the dressing table. He kicked off his shoes and standing on one leg pulled off a sock, dropping it there. He walked another step closer and did the same taking the other sock off. He started to unbutton his jeans and I shot off the bed. Dropping to my knees in front of him, I removed his hands and started to pop each stud in his fly. Dropping his jeans to the floor he lifted his feet out and backed up one pace. I picked up his jeans and as I took one step forward on my knees I chucked them away, never letting my eyes move from him. He laughed and pulled me up.

He said "You really want me!" embracing me and his hands slid into my boxers and cupped each cheek. Sliding them down, pulling the front to clear my cock.

Sliding my arms around him, I looked into his eyes. "Want, I need you." I finished undressing him and his underpants dropped to the floor. Moving one hand up behind his head I pushed him into a kiss. 1 minute, 5 minutes, 10, who knows how long but it was intense, loving and satisfying. We separated and I groaned "You've turned me on again!, I hope your ready, I'm never going to have my fill of you." I pulled him to the bed.

"Tim.." He seemed unsure of how to say something, fear, hope and something else flashed across his face too quickly to read.

"What, my love?" His face lit up and then clouded again.

"I want you to ... When you put your tongue in me, I wanted .. Will you fuck me?" He dropped his face afraid of seeing revulsion.

I pulled him to me and lifted his head. "To please you, I will do anything - I love you, but I'm afraid of hurting you again. You make me very hard!"

He pushed me flat on my back and I lifted my legs on to the bed, scooting closer to the centre. He climbed over to me and started to suck on my dick. I grabbed his waist and pulled him around, into a 69. I started to suck on the head gently, very careful of my teeth. The feeling was wonderful, I wanted more. I lifted my head and took another couple of inches but I couldn't tongue the head and the softer tube was the wrong side. I sucked harder and swiped my tongue across wherever I could reach.

A tingle was starting in my balls. Doug's tongue and lips were tormenting me. I gasped "Ah, Doug, stop that or I wont be able to do anything."

He pulled off and the angles all changed, It was his bottom above me now. It was going to need lubrication if I was going to go ahead. The fear of tasting something awful was overridden by a need to please Doug. I separated his cheeks and swiped my tongue along the crack. A little taste but not much. I did it again slower and waited for the tip of my tongue to find the entrance. Doug moaned as I started pressing around it. He raised himself more upright and I lost it. I located it again and locked my arms over his back stopping him from moving again. I pressed again and fought an involuntary bucking motion. Doug was panting. The ring of muscle was relaxing and starting to open. I drilled my tongue up as hard as I could and Doug groaned. I let go of him and pushed him down the bed as I climbed higher. I had better access now I could see what I was doing. Doug was on all fours near the bottom of the bed. Me behind him licking and probing his hole. One hand spreading his cheeks as far apart as they would go, wanking him slowly with the other. My lips locked round the ring of muscle and my tongue deep inside. I sucked and Doug's front end collapsed. He screamed "I'm cumming!". An idea struck and I grabbed his cockhead. One shot, two shots into my hand. My tongue feeling his hole opening and closing with each pulse.

I backed off and rubbed the slippery load over my dick, I waited for Doug to go limp. His breathing resumed ragged and now it was time. I slowly moved forward lining my cock with his wide open hole. I moved gently my cockhead touching the ring of muscle, a little resistance and I was in. I moved my hands to his sides and ever so slowly entered him fully. I rested over his back, trying to ignore the feeling of the hot moist tightness surrounding my cock.

Doug, coming round, weak in the aftershocks tried to turn and couldn't, he was fully impaled. Realising what was happening. Doug said "Fuck me Tim - please fuck me."

I pulled back a little and thrust forward, again out a little more and back in. I raised my self up and looked down. I pulled back an inch and thrust forward. Doug moaned. Slowly gauging the distance I pulled back more and more thrusting forward and back even more. I discovered the feeling of the ring of muscle against my flared head. I had the distance. I rammed forward. Periodically a contraction around my dick caused an exquisite feeling and I moaned.

Doug kept demanding me to fuck harder, I didn't want to hurt him but the feeling of tingles in my balls pushed me to ram it home. It felt glorious. I was panting more than Doug, I couldn't keep this up much longer. I had to stop or I'd lose it. I pulled out and pulled him up and over onto his back. He hiked his legs up and wide apart. His hole was gaping and I moved myself into position to carry on. My cock was so hard, bending it down hurt. I lowered myself on to him. Guiding my dick in with a leading hand. Arms free, I hugged him and he lifted himself to kiss me as I sank into him.

I stayed still trying to regain control but Doug started to shift and thrust against me. I started humping. Doug wrapped his arms around me and then broke off the kiss. "Fuck me hard. - Yes! - Yes! - Yes! Harder". His panting and the feel of his body, his legs bent around my thighs, was getting to me. This was it, I was cumming, my mind concentrating on the incredible spasms constricting around the whole of my dick. Doug screamed in ecstasy. My head thrown back. I groaned trying to maintain the motion but ended up burying myself as deep as I could.

A few moments later I recovered enough to take my weight off Doug, his breathing as hard as mine. I plopped out and rolled to the side of him, hugging him close and kissed him lightly. We slept.

When I awoke Doug was running his fingers around my ear, moving my hair behind it. I only wanted to say one thing "I love you!"

He lifted himself up and we kissed, our tongues twining together before our lips touched. He broke away a look of shock on his face "Oh God!" Doug struggled to his feet one hand covering his abused hole and hopped his way into the bathroom. I couldn't help it the look of him jiggling from side to side and cheeks tight together, I laughed.

"What's so funny?" Knowing it was at him.

"Never mind. I'm going for a shower, I need one." I went out across the landing and turned on the shower. Stepping inside I started to lather up some soap and cleaned my cock and balls. The curtain pulled back a bit and Doug stuck his head in.

"Can I join you?" I pulled the curtain open and pulled him in. Closing it after him I turned and embraced him. There really wasn't enough room for two, about 4' square but if we stayed close we could both be under the shower. I rinsed my hands and using a shower gel started to soap up his chest. He stood there watching my face, saying nothing. I pulled his arm up and soaped his slight under arm hair and along his forearm to his hand. He rinsed it and I repeated it with the other arm.

"Tim, I'm going to have to go. I can't stay. Your married and even though we love each other, it isn't meant to be. No, don't say anything - it'll only make this harder for me. If I stay you would lose Joanne and I couldn't carry the guilt of breaking you two up. You love her and she loves you and I'll be happy that the person I love is loved and cared for." Tears in his eyes, he pulled the curtain to the side and stepped out.

"Doug..." I jumped out of the shower and ran into the bedroom. He was hastily pulling his jeans onto his wet body. I embraced him but he pulled away and grabbed his T-shirt. I was desperate. What do I do? My vow to Jenny and Joanne was going to make me lose him. "Doug. Please don't go. this is going to work." He looked at me and I knew he didn't believe me. He pulled his socks on and sat on the edge of the bed as he put his shoes on. I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my self, the evaporation of water chilling me.

"Honey, I'm home, did you do the shopping." Joanne's voice. I'd never heard a sweeter sound. Doug looked desperate to leave - anywhere.

I opened the door and shouted "We're up here." Doug looked at me as if I'd betrayed him and he went to go down the stairs. Joanne was coming up.

"And how do you feel today? Doug. You seemed so upset and sad yesterday."

"Oh fine, but I've got to go." He wouldn't look at her, couldn't.

I looked into her face my eyes red and tears streaming down my face. And I knew, she knew I loved him. She motioned for me to leave him to her. "Doug, before you go I need to talk with you."

"I'm in a bit of a rush. I really should get going."

"That's a lie if I ever heard one. We really need to talk. Right now seems fine! I hope you love Tim, I know that Tim loves you." Doug's eyes shot up from the floor at her in shock. "I knew it last night."

I stared at her amazed, my mouth open - I only knew myself this morning.

She leaned forward and gently put a finger under my chin and lifted. I closed my mouth. She continued "I think we all could do with a drink. Why don't you go down and sit in front of the fire. It's too cold to run around wet. I'll make the coffee, tea for you Doug?" She turned around and headed down the stairs.

Doug as stunned as I was, replied "Yes... Yes please." I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him. At first he didn't respond and then he held me tight and said "I don't understand. She should be shocked or angry or revolted. I love her husband."

"Kettle's on, I've lit the gas fire. Tim can you bring some more towels down? I think Doug needs to get his wet clothes off before he gets a cold."

I opened the airing cupboard and pulled the top couple of towels off the stack, and closed the door. Doug hadn't moved He was still staring at me unsure of what was going on. I put my arm around him and guided him down in to the lounge. The fake coal fire was warming up and I sat him down on the hearth rug and pulled Doug's T-shirt off. He moved his arms to help me but seemed numb and unthinking. I got up to fetch my comb from the small chest of drawers by the large mirror in the hall. I towelled his hair, he was slow to come to but he lifted his hands to the towel and took over from me. I then started drying my own, next to him.

Joanne came in carrying a tray of drinks and put them down on the coffee table. Moving the mugs onto the table closest to the person the drink was intended for. She sat back and after sipping some of her hot coffee said "It's a miserable day out there, you don't know how long I have been looking forward to this. The university has a coffee machine which turns out liquid cardboard."

I combed my drying hair and then handed the comb to Doug. He quickly combed his hair and passed it back.

I started to unbutton Doug's jeans and he grabbed my hand "What are you doing?" not believing that I would engage in sex with him, in front of my wife.

"You'll catch your death, your jeans and T-shirt are sopping wet. They need to go into the tumble dryer."

Doug's face coloured a bit and he whispered "I don't have anything on underneath."

"Well go and take them off and wear a towel." He stood up, nervously staring at Joanne and I motioned him to go. He walked up stairs.

I sat on the sofa next to Joanne, she put her arm around my waist. Confused I asked "How did you know that I loved him last night? I only really knew this morning."

She smiled and said that to answer my question we had better wait for Doug.

Maybe a minute later Doug came back down. He had a bundle of clothes in his hands and seemed reserved and nervous. I got up and took them off him and walked into the kitchen. Opening the dryer I quickly checked the

pockets of the jeans, empty and the chucked them into the tumble dryer with the T-shirt. I set it on high heat with the timer set for 15 minutes.

When I got back into the lounge and Doug was sat in the chair furthest from Joanne. This silence and nervousness in the air got to me and I said, maybe a little too loud "Doug, Joanne wont bite." He smiled at me nervously.

Joanne stood up and moved Doug's tea closer to him. "Tim, I didn't exactly know that you loved Doug. But I knew that if you two had sex then you would." Blushing red, Doug was staring at Joanne again. "Doug stop looking at me like that, Tim has only ever had sex with two people in his life, me and you!" She sat back and drank a little more of her coffee and I sat down staring at her as well.

She looked at me and the Doug and then back again and laughed. "The looks on your faces are priceless. Look it's very simple." She reached over and took my hand. Caressing my face "You have so much love in you that it sort of spills out. You don't have sex - you make love." Not seeing comprehension in my eyes she continued "I don't know if I can make you understand, I've had 14 years to get to know you and I've never seen you run out of compassion or love, for even a moment. There is a great urge in you to give love any way you can. Sex is just the gateway for that love to make itself known."

She looked over at Doug and carried on "I don't think Tim will ever understand, it's a part of him. You should Doug, Tim's so loving that he's more concerned with how his lover feels than what he feels. When he makes love to me, I feel so loved and content, so full of love, so high on it that I've never thought of taking another man to my bed again. I don't think any other man could compare. I know that none of them before Tim were even close." Doug nodded and shyly smiled. "Doug, I hope you love him, Tim loves both of us. It would tear him apart if we fought over him, I couldn't handle that. Tim wants you to stay." By the end she had tears in her eyes and I hugged her close and kissed her.

Doug had tears in his eyes as well "Joanne, I love Tim so much I couldn't bear to live without him. I don't know how this is going to work, but I'll take the chance - if you'll let me."

Tears of happiness on my face I opened up an arm and Doug came into my embrace. All of us crying.

The 'ding' from the tumble dryer ended the three way embrace. Joanne separated herself and went into the kitchen. "Doug do you have anymore clothes, I shouldn't have let Tim put them in the dryer. I'm afraid the T-shirts had it. Anything electronic and Tim's brilliant but I wouldn't trust him with anything mechanical, he couldn't operate a sledge hammer to save his life."

After the tears and expressions of love the joke cracked me up. I couldn't help myself I was laughing so much it hurt. Doug smiled then grinned and started laughing too.

Joanne walked back in with Doug's jeans and put her arms around us. "You'll have to give Doug one of your shirts whilst you take him back to get his stuff." I nodded still unable to talk.

Doug and I got out of the car and I locked the doors. After waiting for a gap in the four lane traffic we crossed to the YMCA. A middle aged woman was sat behind a table with a board of hooks and keys, mostly missing. A stairway climbed up from further down the hall. A worn maroon carpet that didn't quite reach the walls ran from the door down to the base of the stairs and down a corridor to the side.

"Hi Doug - we missed you last night and you know that if I could I'd get you your room but Carl gave it away at last night. I tried to stop him but he said rules are rules, and you know how difficult he can be."

Doug smiled reassuringly "It's OK Carol, I'm moving out anyway."

"Oh it won't seem like the same place without you." Obviously enjoying a little banter, she finished "I won't miss your music though.". She laughed and Doug joined in.

Looking at me she smiled kindly and said "Yes dear, what can I do for you?"

I said "I'm with Doug."

She came around the back of the table and looked me up and down. "Doug..., is what I think is going on. Going on?"

Doug's face beamed and he came up to me and put his arm round me and said "Tim this is Carol, one of my few friends. And yes Carol I love him. I'm going to live at his house. We've come to get my stuff."

"I'm happy for you both - I put your clothes in locker 37, and your things are in a box in the office." She went and got a key from one of the hooks and gave it to Doug. "You get your clothes and we'll get your things."

Doug hugged me and said he'd be a few minutes while he got his clothes. Taking two steps at a time he quickly vanished up the stairs.

Carol went to the door, flipped the Yale lock and closed it. "Follow me dear and I'll show you where Doug's things are." She wandered down the corridor and turned waiting for me at the first turn. "It's this way." I walked towards her and she turned to the left. "Tell me, do you love Doug, I wouldn't want to see him hurt, he's been hurt so many times."

Embarrassed with the thought of displaying my emotions to a stranger I didn't really want to answer. She took a key ring from a top pocket, fumbled for a second passing each key through her fingers. Turned to the door and inserted one into the lock. "Do you love him, really love him? I need to know." She half turned holding the key in the door. stared in to my face. "I love him like a son. I've watched out for him for over ten years. Tell me - please!"

I saw the worry and concern in her eyes and on her face. "Yes, I love him. I really do love him." Her face relaxed and she turned the key. Opening the door into a room more used as a storeroom than as an office. Casually stepping over boxes and packages as if they'd been there for years she pointed to a cardboard box about 1' by 3' by 2'.

"That's Doug's."

I walked over to it the tops interleaved together. Picking it up I found it fairly light maybe 20lbs in weight. "Is this all?"

"Yes - that's all of it. I nearly forgot - I've got his Walkman charging in the kitchen." She held the door open and as I left she pulled it closed after her. I walked back to the entrance and put the box down on the table. She appeared about 20 seconds later carrying a Walkman and charger these she put on top of the box and went to open the doors.

The sound of running feet down stairs made me turn as Doug came running with a large sports bag. Dropping the bag by the table he went and kissed Carol on the cheek. "Bye, I'll come back and visit"

"Take care and make sure you do come and visit."

We put Doug's things in the car and when we got in Doug hugged me and said "Let's go home!"

Chapter Three: Answers.

Tim and Doug were out getting Doug's things from the YMCA and I was left at home preparing dinner. Nothing terribly fussy, a simple green salad, potato salad and some game pie from the delicatessen in Edgely. With my hands active I could think of what had happened over the last 24 hours. It had been a time of great change, Tim was confused, excited and emotional having discovered another side of himself and another person to love. I had known pretty much how things would turn out, unlike most preconceived stereotypes Tim is more emotional and intuitive than I am.

In 14 years I had really got to know Tim, His likes and dislikes, the unique view of the world he holds, his eyes and to a little extent his face had always displayed his feelings. It was one of the things that had attracted me to him before I even knew his name. I smiled at the memory of Tim as a fresh faced 21 year old. I had been watching him as he stood by the arcade machine in the student union bar at college. He was surreptitiously watching me and then quickly turning back to watch his friend (Dave) play whenever my gaze passed over him. He wasn't what I would call handsome, there was an air of vulnerability and innocence that was sort of appealing. His glances at me became more frequent as time passed. He once headed across towards me and then abruptly changed direction and went to the bar instead. This fired my interest and I decided to stay until closing time to see if he would ever build up enough courage to ask the question he wanted to.

After finally deciding, swallowing the last of his drink, he'd walked up to me and asked if I'd like a drink. It was the first time I had looked into his eyes, dark and soulful. Fear and anticipation, in equal measures, shone out. Those eyes held me and because I didn't answer at first, he repeated his question. I smiled and the fear vanished, replaced with a kind of yearning hope, I asked for a vodka and orange. He'd asked the barmaid for our drinks as if it was the greatest thing he'd ever done. Over the next two years we'd grown closer and closer. During one visit to my parents, my mum had told me never to let him go as he was 'one in a million', as if this was news to me. He had been a friend, a companion, a confidante, my best friend, my lover and was increasingly becoming the most important person in the world. Four days later, Monday the 25th of June 1984, he told me he loved me and wanted to marry me.

Never in all the years I had known him had we been able to hide our feelings or desires from each other. His love and faith transcended everything else, his trust was total - nothing was held back. That kind of trust can't be abused, once in 12 years of marriage had I had thoughts of someone else. I'd told Tim that night, the first chance I had got. There was a pain in the guilt, that bordered on physical, that was only relieved by confessing.

I had discovered in myself the capacity to love two people. Bi-sexual is the scientific term, though that only describes the physical side. Although Tim is my other half and when we are together we are complete, he is almost my opposite, the yin to my yang - a perfect match. When I found Jenny three years ago, I discovered in her a kindred spirit. Someone who knew my thoughts because she had them. The friendship started when she came to me for extra tuition as an undergraduate.

Jenny is about the same age as Doug, maybe a year or two older. She has that sort of happy-go-lucky mischievousness and forthrightness that was admirable. Nobody ever took offence when she would blurt out something without thinking, she has a quality that enables her to make friends from acquaintances extremely quickly. She voiced the thoughts I would never dare to say, do and push me into doing, the things I would love to do but would fear the consequences or what other people would think of me. Jenny gave me a love of life and kept it filled with interest and mysteriousness.

Thinking of Jenny and me, I could see in Doug and Tim the opposites. Where Jenny was an extrovert, Doug was an introvert, Jenny had a naiveté that always seemed to work out, there was very little she was afraid of. Doug was almost a cynic and his life had rarely any fun, He expected disaster and seemed shocked when it didn't work out that way.

I looked at the clock, Tim and Doug should be home very soon. I laid the table for four and placed the salads and pie in the centre. Getting out the liquidizer I poured the oil & vinegar and put in the garlic for the dressing. Damn I had forgotten to get out the garlic bread. Quickly pulling it out of the freezer I checked the cooking time - it would be done in time if I put it in now, just.

It was coming time to pick up Jenny from the railway station. I hoped the train from Euston wouldn't be delayed. Jenny designed kits and minor electrical goods for self assembly for Maplin and RS Electronics with a little freelance work for Tandy. It was the perfect job for her, she rarely had the patience to work on a single project for long, but it was a shame that it had to be in London.

After putting the garlic bread in the oven and setting the oven timer, I grabbed my keys and left. The traffic was horrendous, Saturday at 5:30 isn't usually this bad. Turning into Station Approach and driving up the hill to the railway station I noticed roadwork's higher up the main road with traffic lights - no wonder the road was gridlocked.

There isn't any real parking space at the station so I waited a few yards behind the taxi rank. With five minutes to go before the train was due I had just enough time to go through a couple of reports. Looking at the pile of folders and books strewn across the back seat, (Tim called my car 'the only Ford Sierra two seater.' I keep meaning to tidy up the car but I never seem to get around to it). Grabbing a few folders from the pile behind my seat I started to go through the first report. Casey Edwards - good on theory but lousy at practice. Every minute or so I would scan the entrance and forecourt for Jenny. Getting a red pen from the door compartment I wrote my comments on her work, B-, not bad for Casey she was definitely improving. I closed the folder and stuck it behind the passenger seat - a crazy system but it works.

I looked up, a lot of people were coming out of the station, a train had arrived, I checked my watch, the train had been due a couple of minutes ago. There she was with her Samsonite suitcase, the one with wheels. I got out and waved, saw her smile and change direction towards me. I stuck the rest of the folders behind my seat. Jenny is about 5' 7", the classic hour glass shape. Slim, She could eat anything she liked and wouldn't put a pound of weight on (Me, I could stare at a cream pie and feel my waist expanding). Long blond hair that reached just a few inches past the shoulders. Slate grey eyes with flecks of silver, pert red lips and a straight roman nose that she thought was too pointy, she had kept threatening to go to a plastic surgeon and have it altered. I loved it.

I opened the hatchback and when she got to me she hugged me and said "I've missed you and have I got some news!" She hugged me tighter and then releasing me, bent down and picked up her suitcase and put it in the car. As she moved to the passenger door and stood by it waiting for me to unlock it she said "Guess what?"

She seemed so excited and bubbly unable to hold it in. "What?"

With a grin she said "You'll never believe it!"

Dropping the hatch back I walked around the car and got in. Leaning over I unlocked the passenger door and Jenny got in. "Don't keep me on tenterhooks, I'm all ears."

"Well, last night you know I had to finish that amplifier project for Monday, Paul came round with the directors and they went into the office and talked for over an hour. When he came out he started to measure up the office. and counting plugs and sockets - They're moving the office." She paused watching my face. "To Manchester, well Oldham really, but it means I can get rid of that apartment and stay here with you and Tim!"

I hugged and said "That's wonderful! - I hate you having to be away."

I was dying to tell her what had happened but I knew that it was Tim and Doug's decision, also it would be fun to wait and watch her as she found out. "How did the amplifier project go? You were having trouble with the Dolby Pro-logic circuits last weekend."

Fortunately she started to explain what the problem was and how she had cured the problem whilst I drove us home. I knew that my face showed excitement, at the news I desperately wanted to tell, but I hoped she would think it was about the move.

I turned in to our avenue and saw that the drive was empty. Where was Tim? Wasn't he back from the YMCA? The spare bedroom light was on I hoped Jenny wouldn't notice, but she did. I explained it off by saying that Tim had probably left the light on after changing the sheets earlier. I didn't lie but it was close.

We got out and I opened the front door. The smell of fresh bread greeted us and Jenny said that it smelled great and how she could eat a horse. I checked my watch. 15 minutes until dinner, where was Tim?

Heading towards the stairs, with her suitcase, Jenny said "I'm going to unpack and sort out my washing."

I had to stop her "Don't go!" A reason, I had to think of a reason. "Dinner will only be a couple of minutes, we can do it later."

"OK Jo, spill it, what's going on?" She looked at my face intently. "You've been distracted and something has got you excited. Jesus! Not another blind date, you swore you wouldn't put me through that again!"

"No - nothing like that!"

"Well that's a relief. Come on your going to have to tell me. I'll find out in the end. You can't hide it from me!"

She hugged me close and french kissed me. Our tongues entwining. I felt the pop of my skirt button, one hand slipping in to my blouse, lifting my left breast out of the bra and tweaking the nipple, the other inside my skirt and panties, massaging my bottom. Grinding her hips against mine she released my lips and said "Tell me!"

The sound of a key in the front door saved me. Jenny tried to remove her hands and pull away, but I hugged her close. The door opened and there stood Tim and Doug. Tim smiled and said "Well Doug - that's not a sight you see everyday.

Jenny blushed to her forehead and started stammering, embarrassment always made her stammer, "I, I, I wwwas jjjust..."

Tim laughed closing the door and said "It's a great idea though." and swept Doug into his arms, pulling him into a kiss. Doug frantically fought to free himself but when Tim's lips reached his he gave in and blushed brighter than Jenny had.

Jenny stared at Tim and Doug, in shock, with me still holding her tight. I kissed her neck and pulled her face round and started kissing her. Her mouth opened to allow my tongue to enter but her eyes were fastened on the men. I couldn't see what they were doing and twisted us around so I could see. Doug had relaxed into the kiss and his arms were around Tim pulling him tight, one hand massaging my husband's bottom. Tim was pressing their faces together so tight. I was getting aroused, the sight of Tim and Doug were exciting me. Jenny twisted me around and she ground her hips into me with one hand sliding back down under my skirt.

The buzzer on the cooker returned decorum to the hall. We all stepped apart and I blushed as much as the others. Tim was trying to stop himself from blushing, lifting his head as if daring it to happen. It partially worked.

I went in to the kitchen, buttoning up my skirt, stopped the buzzer and turned off the oven. The heat from the oven felt as nothing in comparison to my face and neck. I pulled out the rack of bread and left it to cool. Whilst I was pulling the bread out I could hear Tim making the introductions. "Jenny, Douglas Bennett. Doug, Jenny Taylor."

Walking back into the hall I told them all that dinner was less than 5 minutes away. We walked into the lounge and Jenny was looking at me for answers. I presume Doug was doing the same to Tim. The silence was unbearable and both Tim and I started to speak at the same time. We both smiled at each other and Tim nodded for me to start.

"Doug, your probably wondering what the hell is going on." I lost it, how was I going to say this? "I'm bi-sexual and a few years ago I met Jenny. Tim has no problems with us, and I hope you don't? I love Tim and Jenny. Just the same as Tim loves me and you."

Putting a reassuring hand on Doug's thigh Tim carried on "I couldn't tell you as they had made me promise not to tell anyone else. With both of them in engineering they can't afford for this to come out - it would ruin them both. I did try to tell you that you wouldn't have to go! Don't be upset - I love you."

Doug smiled and looking at me said "How can I have a problem, it's only because of you that I can be with Tim." Facing Tim he carried on "I love you. I now understand why you were so calm today" His grin grew sly "But I intend to make you pay for scaring me to death!"

I stood up and said it was time for dinner. The meal went down well but the conversation was a bit stilted with most of the conversation between me, Tim and Doug or me, Tim and Jenny. Hoping that the two of them could come to some sort of understanding I pushed Tim into doing the drying up as I washed the dishes. Sending Jenny and Doug out into the lounge.

Tim and I quietly talked about both of them. I was worried at how difficult the meal had been. Also with Jenny coming home how were we going to arrange the beds as we only had one spare room. Either the study was going to have to go or we would need to move. Tim wasn't worried over the two of them getting on together but he agreed the sleeping arrangements would be difficult.

When we had finished I made the Tea and coffee and we walked into the lounge. It was empty. Where were they? "Jenny, Doug where are you?"

Jenny's voice came down from upstairs "We're in the study." Tim and I both walked up and opened the study door. Doug and Jenny were both lying on the floor on their stomachs, feet to the door, overlooking some wiring diagrams that they had spread out.

Doug was talking "... can't see why. The power surges should be minimal if the transistors are fast enough, especially if you use a two stage induction system."

Jenny responded "Well a twin induction system would work I suppose but it's a lot more expensive. Is the increase in cost worth the simplification of the circuit."

"Yes it is more expensive but it is simpler and more reliable. Plus your not relying on somebody else's chip which will be out of manufacture in two years time."

Tim looked at me as if to say 'I told you so'. His look of smugness and the relief of seeing the two talking was too much and I laughed. Jenny and Doug both rolled to their sides and looked at us.

Over drinks we discussed the last projects that each of us had done. Doug surprised us all by telling us that his last project was a personal organiser/computer it used a Motorola 68HC chip. When he put it in my hands I was impressed at the size. He said his only failure had been the power system as it ate batteries. The 68000 computer needed a steady 3 volt power supply. We all ended up taking it apart and praising him on the workmanship and design. It was a lot more complex than most of my students could handle.

I asked how he'd soldered it all as it was incredibly fine work and he said that he had cheated and had used the college's flow solder tanks for all but the chips which he has soldered one pin at a time with a piece of wire fastened on his soldering iron. He told us that the majority of the soldering took 5 minutes whilst the chips took 3 days.

Tim asked who did the programming and Doug told him that the college professor had written it and blown it into an EPROM for him.

We all asked to see the circuit diagrams and he produced a disk. We didn't have a copy of MCB Electronics Lab 4.3 and so we couldn't see them. Doug said he would get us a copy of it as he would never go back to hand drawing circuits this complicated again.

By now it was getting late and after a final cup of coffee we all went to bed. Doug and Tim in the spare, Jenny and I in the master bedroom.

When the bedroom door closed I turned around to walk to the bed and found Jenny pressing herself up against me pushing me back against the door. Her lips fastening onto mine. My arms pinned at my sides with Jenny's tongue diving deeply into my mouth. The force and passion of the kiss was heating me up. Jenny pressed harder against me with her legs between mine pressing outwards. Our breasts flattened with the force. Jenny started to hunch her abdomen up, rubbing her mound against mine. Still locked in the kiss, I groaned. She released one arm and started to run her hand along my side and down to my skirt, releasing the button. Pulling my blouse out of the skirt and pushing my skirt down. her hand then moved up rubbing my belly climbing ever higher. It reached my bra and slipped over the lacy material rubbing and arousing me all the more.

The sudden release from the kiss surprised me. Jenny, her eyes sparkling in the subdued lights, said "I've missed your face, your body, your love" and with a grin finished " and your taste!" With that she dropped down pulling my skirt down to my ankles. her face pressing into my pubes. I widened my legs and moaned at the feel of her tongue pushing into my panties one hand massaging my bottom the other high above her head turning and tweaking one of my nipples.

Standing was becoming difficult the motion of that tongue was driving me wild. I put my hands down to her head running them though the fine hair and pulled her head up into me whilst pressing down on that wonderful mouth.

The climax was closing and the waves of pleasure were increasing each time that tongue pressed in. I was getting very wet and I heard Jenny moan. She put both hands on my hips and started to sink to the floor. I wasn't letting her go that easily, I was too close, I wanted more. I stepped forwards supporting Jenny more and more with my hands. Jenny stayed with me rubbing my mound with her face, the friction of the wet material on my pussy lips made my legs wobbly and I lowered myself to my knees. Her mouth still under me.

Her hands released me and suddenly the material between us was gone. That divine tongue was in me, running along the lips and then fucking me in and out pushing at the sides of love canal. I bucked on that mouth and my head lolled about, my breathing ragged. I wanted to get closer to that feeling, I quickly pulled my blouse over my head and pulled my breasts out of my bra and twisted the nipples hard. The waves were coming faster and lasting longer. Jenny's hands held my thighs tight down and her tongue flicked my clit and I moaned. Again and again that tongue caused me to moan and groan then she pursed her lips around it and started sucking. Waves coming so fast I couldn't tell them apart, fingers entered me and pushed me over the edge. I was cumming and cumming and cumming.....

The orgasms rolled over me one after the other, slowing down and shaking me like aftershocks. I was hot and weak with the feelings Jenny had blessed me with. Her hands holding me upright as I slowly came back down to earth. She was still under me her face wet with my juices, her tongue lapped at me again and I couldn't fight it, another climax rocked through me.

I pulled off her and collapsed on the floor on my back, breathing hard. Sweat ran into my eyes and stung a little but I didn't care I was exhausted and radiant with feelings. Jenny rolled over to me and propped herself on an elbow looking down at me. "You really taste fabulous!"

I smiled and caressed her wet face. I pulled her down for a light kiss tasting myself on her and said "I love you."

As I rested and Jenny was gently rubbing her hand along my spread thigh a quiet moan drifted across from the spare room. Another and then a deeper grunt and groan. The sound of Tim grunting, exactly the same as when he fucks me, interspersed with higher moans. The tempo of sound increased as well as the volume. Jenny paused in her stroking, both of us intent on the sounds of love in the bedroom opposite. Slowly getting louder and louder, faster and faster, almost a syncopated rhythm. Then everything went quiet for five or six seconds, a high pitched moan, almost a scream followed by silence.

My strength had returned whilst we lay on the floor listening to Tim and Doug. The sound of their love making was erotic and the act of listening gave us a vicarious, almost voyeuristic thrill. Jenny's hand had resumed stroking whilst we had listened but was now running on my inner thigh. Fleeting touches of her hand against my pubes was making me wet again, it was time for me to give Jenny the attention she craved and deserved.

I told her to get on the bed and she did so with me crawling over her. I pulled her sweat shirt off and started to unbutton her jeans. The musky smell of her sex in my nostrils was pulling at me and I rushed to get her jeans off. Her cream satin panties following. The darker wet patch witness to the aroused state Jenny was in. Quickly unclasping my bra (Jenny doesn't wear one. Oh to be twenty- four again.) and removing my panties I lay on top of her chest to chest and thigh to thigh. I kissed her wantonly, trying to force my tongue down her throat her arms embracing me as I held her head tight against mine. Rocking back and forth massaging her body with mine. Jenny moaned into my mouth and moved her legs apart, her knees bent to raise her mound to mine. With gravity forcing our mounds together the feeling intensified. Removing my hands from her head I lifted myself off her. Grinding together was sending wave after delicious wave through me and her. I hadn't really started.

Jenny had her eyes closed, focusing on the feelings I was giving her. Her neck and top of her chest flushed red in the excitement. I licked her neck and she pressed her head further back raising her neck to my continuing assault. I moved down the bed so my lips were level with those succulent dark brown nipples. Lowering myself slowly down on to her I licked a milk white breast spiralling round closer to the nipple. Nibbling the hard nipple and my other hand massaging and twisting the other caused Jenny to moan and rock from side to side. Her eyes still closed, her lips apart drawing breath unevenly. Licking lower her skin pulled away from me as Jenny gasped. I pressed my face into her abdomen swiping my tongue into her belly button caressing that little outie at the bottom of the hole.

"Please... Please, I can't wait anymore!" Jenny moaned as she rocked more and more. Her legs getting wider and wider, a silent invitation to pleasure her in the strongest terms. I ran a hand through the silky pubic hairs, Winding them around my fingers I teased her with gentle tugs. She groaned and whimpered. Widening her legs as far apart as possible as I ran my tongue down the crevice between thigh and torso. Jenny's labia and lips open like a flower waiting for the bee. Resting one hand on her belly I ran the fingers of my other across her red proud inner lips collecting moisture for lubrication. Running my tongue up the lips, tasting the essence of Jenny, I tickled her clitoris with the tip of my tongue and Jenny shuddered. Pressing by middle finger against her puckered rosebud. I started to turn and press the finger in. Licking all around the clit and touching it frequently was making Jenny pay a toll. Her humping against my tongue was forcing my finger in, pushing in further and withdrawing only to enter again.

Glancing up at Jenny's bucking body I saw her hands kneading and rubbing her breasts lifting one or the other nipple to her lips. She was close, very close. I pulled my finger out of her pushed it and my forefinger into her cunt whilst I sucked on her hard clit. Jenny was panting "Yes .. fuck me, fuck me." Resting on my elbows I pulled my other hand down and raised myself to my knees, ready for the showdown. My tongue was rubbing the tip of her clit whilst I sucked on it. I pushed both fingers into her puckered arsehole waiting while it expanded to accept two fingers and started to finger fuck her. I then plunged three fingers into her cunt and started to fuck both holes. Jenny was panting and moaning "Oh.. Oh.. Oh" over and over, grabbing breath when she could. Increasing the fucking pace of both hands and increasing the action on her clit was more than she could handle and Jenny gasped and arched off the bed. Her arsehole and cunt were gripping and then relaxing. Juices running copiously on the furiously fucking fingers as Jenny screamed in one the most intense orgasms I've ever given her. Holding herself off the bed whilst the climaxes swept through her she shuddered repeatedly and then collapsed down with an unconscious sigh.

After regaining control over my own breathing I went and washed my face, hands and crotch. Rinsing the facecloth and grabbing a towel I returned and washed Jenny's face and crotch. (I hate trying to sleep with a sticky face and wet legs.) Tired and ready for sleep I dropped the towel and cloth by the bed, climbed in and pulled the duvet over us. I said "I love you." Even knowing she wouldn't hear, it felt good to say it. Cuddling her sleeping body I fell asleep.

Chapter Four: Trials.

A light knock on the door woke me. I was pressed up against Doug's back, spooned together, my arm over his chest. The knock came again and after checking that the duvet was over us I told who ever it was that they could come in, trying to be loud enough to be heard and not wanting to wake Doug.

Joanne came in, dressed in a long striped shirt belted at the waist (I remembered us searching all the men's shops looking for a shirt long enough). The sight of her with bare legs and the top few buttons undone always excited me. It didn't matter if she wore anything underneath the sight of bare female legs and a man's shirt always worked. Bending down over us and me twisting my head allowed us to kiss.

"Good morning, sleepy head - it's past ten. We've been up for over an hour - I've made your coffee, it's time you were up. We've got a lot to do today!"

"Give us five minutes and we'll be down."

Joanne nodded and as she turned towards the door and started out I said "I love you!". She turned and smiled at the door blowing me a kiss and quietly closed it behind her.

I couldn't believe it! the sight of her dressed like that had done it to me again. I was getting hard. I had spent most of the last 24 hours hard and I felt like I was twenty-one again. No time for that I had to wake Doug and get up.

I started to kiss Doug's neck and nuzzle into his ear. "Doug - time to get up!" He stirred and then sighing settled back pressing himself against me. "Come on - we've got to get up now."

He stirred again and then his eyes opened for a few seconds and he then said. "Can't we stay in bed a bit longer?"

I forced my arm under him and hugged him to me. "I'd love to stay like this but we have to get up, it's past 10." I again kissed his neck and his shoulder. A malicious though slipped in - I hadn't given a love bite in years and the sudden desire to mark him as mine drove me on. I started to kiss at the joint of shoulder and neck then licked it as I settled my lips where I wanted to mark him. I gently started to suck and Doug hummed with vibration, almost purring. Increasing the suction I started to move my hands around on his chest and abdomen, rubbing him and teasing his nipples. Doug made a long 'oo' sound and settled back even further. Releasing his neck I checked to see if the mark would stay. Just a bit more kissing him again around the area I settled in to suck a bit longer.

It must have started to hurt because Doug pulled away. "What are you doing?" Jumping out of bed he ran to the dressing table and looked in the mirror. The deep red mark showed brightly against his pale skin. Incredulity showing on his face "A hickey?" He started to grin and then jumped on top of me. We wrestled about on the bed, struggling to pin each other on the bed. Both of us aroused and panting with exertion. Hands that started to seek advantage turned to seeking pleasure, we both started to become more excited. Doug's face was above me and we both leaned in to a kiss. The kiss became more passionate and Doug pulled me into a sitting position with him sat in my lap, his legs astride me. Our dicks were pressed together and then Doug wrapped my arms by my side. He tongued my ear and lightly bit the earlobe, turning me on even more. Licking down my neck he ran his lips along my shoulder and neck nipping me gently. I relaxed into him, enjoying the feelings he was giving me. Not seeming to stay in any one location he moved backwards and forwards from my ear to arm. Then suddenly he attached himself like a limpet and sucked. I struggled to free myself but before I could, he released me grinning madly. "Gotcha!"

I got up and looked in the mirror. I had a row of little love bites along my shoulder. Light marks at the end of the shoulder leading to a bright one at the top of my neck. The lightest faded as I watched it. Doug put his arms around me and with his whole heart in his voice he whispered into my ear. "I love you.". I couldn't be angry with him and I turned around and kissed him, still embraced in his arms.

"I love you too!" Patting his bottom I continued "Come on, time for a quick shower, we have work to do." We separated and I went and used the en suite in Joanne's and my bedroom. Within 5 minutes we were heading down the stairs. Doug in a white T-shirt and black jeans and me in a white short sleeved shirt and blue jeans.

When we went down stairs Joanne was in the lounge reading a Sunday paper. The shirt had been replaced with a skirt & blouse, I missed looking at her legs. "I didn't think you two were going...." Staring at me and then Doug

and back again she burst out laughing. "Jenny get in here - the kids are up!" Jenny came in from the kitchen, looked perplexed at Joanne having hysterics and then at our two faces, she started to giggle as well.

Doug and I blushed in embarrassment and went into the kitchen for our drinks. A minute later Joanne came in and with her eyes twinkling with suppressed mirth said "I'm sorry, but the sight of you to was so funny that I couldn't control myself." She leaned over me and opened my shirt collar. "Why so many and why today of all days - Dave is coming for dinner tonight."

Doug pulled his T-shirt to the side and apologised "I got carried away, Tim gave me this and I wanted to get even."

Joanne looked at Doug's love bite and then laughing "You started it. You haven't done anything so adolescent in years. Doug I have to thank you, I haven't seen Tim like this in a long time." Pausing to look at our love bites again she continued. "Doug's is easy to hide, you'll just have to wear a shirt over that T-shirt. Tim yours is going to be harder maybe we can do a makeup job." Laughing again "Just make sure that you two don't bite each other any more." As she left the room you could quite distinctly hear "At least not where anyone can see."

Jenny came in and managed to hold to a smile with out sniggering. "If you two have finished you drinks I can finish washing the breakfast things up."

Doug wanted to know what we were doing today. Joanne told him that Jenny was coming to live with us as well so we had to clear out the study and get it ready for a bed from 'Ikea', the large Swedish furniture hypermarket. Doug and I were to go and get the bed ( a sofa bed - the room was to useful for a permanent bed ). Jenny and Joanne were going to get the room ready.

Joanne had used some makeup to try and hide the love bite, it didn't really hide it, more of a disguise - a slight discolouration. Doug and I set off on the 45 minute journey to 'Ikea'. We sat listening to the Carpenter's mixed together with some hits of the eighties on the tape player. Doug asked if I liked any heavy rock music and I replied that I liked all sorts of music - except modern jazz. I never could comprehend the idea of listening to four people play different tunes on different instruments at the same time. Doug ejected my cassette and replaced it with another. The sounds of straining electric guitars and a heavy metal beat thundered out of the speakers making both of us wince at the volume. Doug turned it down a little - I turned it down some more. We let it play for a couple of songs (is that the word).

Exaggerating my distaste I asked "Who is this?"

The reply came back "Metallica - a great thrash band." Looking at me he asked "You no like?"

I continued the quote "Me no like!" Doug examined the controls and pressed the reverse button. The god awful racket was replaced with some more heavy metal but there seemed to be a melody in it and they weren't strangling their guitars. It wasn't bad, I could get used to listening to them, a sort of cross between heavy metal and rhythm & blues.

We let it play some more. Watching me Doug obviously interpreted my thoughts. "You like?" I nodded he continued "The Black Crows. I only have a couple of their albums. I never seemed to have enough money to buy their tapes."

We drove in a comfortable silence interrupted by the 'Black Crows' and brief snatches of frantic navigation - usually too late with apologies from either side on the errors. The road between Warrington and Liverpool was filled with cars headed for the local theme park 'Gulliver's World' and we queued to the roundabout for our turn off. The car park was three quarters full but we easily found a space with Doug watching his side and me mine.

We had already decided that a sofa bed was the best temporary solution to our problem as nobody wanted to give up the study and it really needed some comfortable seating in there anyway. As Ikea have a few ranges for each season that don't appear in the catalogue we trekked through the chair, table and cupboard sections until we got to the beds. The styles were quite extensive with overstuffed 'bean-bag' and low 'Japanese' slatted beds. Full reclining types that used the same cushions or sofas that turned into bed frames which required mattresses. Space was at a premium so we chose a low 'Japanese' style with a separate mattress. The sofa was really a chest / bench seat which stored the mattress. Doug chose a brightly coloured cushion for the top of the bench seat. After recording all the numbers of the items we wanted, we headed into the warehouse section to get the flat packs.

After waiting at the tills for 15 minutes - I hate shopping there on Sundays - we got it stacked in the car and we were off back home with Doug looking at the new catalogue. The one and a half hour journey there took thirty five minutes back.

Opening the front door and stacking the packs by the stairs. We wanted a hot drink badly but Joanne and Jenny weren't around. I went upstairs and heard moaning from our bedroom. The sounds were enticing but with Doug downstairs I decided it wasn't the time - shame though.

I went to make the drinks. Doug wanted to know where the girls were and when I told him his face broke into a smirk. After filling the kettle and

getting the mugs out I bent down to get a fresh jar of coffee and Doug suddenly pressed himself into me with both of his hands in my groin pressing me against him and said "If you've got the time, I've definitely got the inclination!"

I half turned around and found Doug naked as the day he was born with an almighty erection nestled in the crevice of my jeans. The sight of him stood there turned me on. I pressed back into him and then raising myself turned around and gathered him into my arms. A kiss was what I was aiming for but Doug had other ideas. Crouching down he started to unbutton my jeans and I pulled his hands away "Let's go to bed"

"I fancy it right here and now!" he said huskily and continued to unbutton my jeans. When I felt his face press into my boxers and his mouth suck my dick through the material all thoughts of impropriety fled from the surge of love and lust. I leant back against the worktops, the warmth in my

loins rising with the warmth of Doug's mouth enclosing my head. His hands tickling the hairs on the backs of my legs. Releasing me for a moment his hands pulled my boxers down and now I was fully engulfed. Rubbing and kneading the cheeks of my bottom Doug started to suggest a rhythm that seemed as natural as breathing and I started to rock back and forth, his tongue swirling around the head on the backstroke. The suction, that tongue, the warmth and wetness were egging me on to drive my dick deeper and faster to increase the feeling, to climb a little more on that stairway to Nirvana.

Nervously turning my head around I tried to maintain a watch as I was in plain view from the house opposite and the two gardens either side.

A tapping sound came from my left and I turned around suddenly. Sheila, the pensioner from next door, was tapping on the bay window. Oh God had we been seen. I stepped over to the window and Doug released me. The shock had cut through all thoughts of Doug and his mouth. I leaned over the kitchen unit and opened up the window. "Oh Hi Sheila, Sorry I didn't see you for a moment"

Looking down I checked that from her vantage point she could only see to my chest. Resting on my stomach I hunched my bottom down.

"Hi Tim, lovely day isn't it. We've just decided that the roses need a prune before the frosts set in. I see that you've been to Ikea, you promised to come and see me before you went again. I could have really done with some of their coffee." I apologised but she didn't pause for a second. "You know Jerry really likes their coffee and you can't find it any where else...."

A sudden draught around my thighs unnerved me and I rechecked the gardens. No one else was about. Sheila was still going on about the quality of the shops around the area declining. Typical for Sheila, she reduced the volume little by little until she was just whispering, her mouth exaggerating every word - she used to work in a mill where there was so much noise that all the women learnt to lip read.

To be able to comment or reply on what she was saying I had to watch her lips very carefully. A warm moist feeling started around my dick and I almost jumped out of my skin. Doug please not now, I prayed, trying to maintain a conversation with Sheila. Doug's tongue was pressing and rubbing in that spot just below the head and even with Sheila rattling off to me - ten to the dozen, I was 'rising to the occasion'. Doug was now bobbing back and forth on me and the cold air from the open window on my wet dick was torturing me - but I didn't dare move. I yelped slightly when Doug nipped me half way down and when Sheila paused at my strange outburst I responded to her in a slightly breathy voice "Just a twinge in my side."

Sheila then started to tell me what the doctor had said to her yesterday about her taking care of herself and how "Mr Robinson - you know the nice old gentleman, who used to have that shoe shop on the corner of Hall Street, well he's just got out of hospital after gall bladder problems..."

Just nodding periodically to her, I had completely lost the flow of conversation. Doug was slowly pulling me towards coming, fighting against my willpower and the cold air. He was winning though and I was worried about what was going to come out - pun intended.

"Well, I can't stand around gossiping all day - got to get Jerry's tea on. Lamb chops tonight - Jerry's favourite, three-eighty per pound can you believe it. I remember when...." Off she went again and I was getting close. I tried to push Doug off with my knees but I couldn't seem to find his body and I couldn't look down - not with Sheila gabbling on and on.

Suddenly a voice called me back from the edge. "Sheila - come and have a look at this." Oh thank god Jerry was giving me an out.

"I'm sorry Sheila, but I've got to go...."

Sheila carried on to the end of her sentence and waved goodbye to me with a "Just remember me next time you go to Ikea." I promised and closed the window.

I straightened up. I looked down, Doug was bent over double with the top half of his body in the food cupboard. His mouth still clamped on to me. "I could really kill you for that."

Doug released me and with a sly grin said "I told you I'd get you back." The release of the tension and nerves made me giggle and I couldn't stay angry. I grabbed him and pulled him out of the cupboard and slapped his bottom. "You'd better be in that bed in 10 seconds flat or you're really going to regret it." Doug laughed and ran off into the lounge. The sounds of his feet on the stairs only slightly quieter than that of his laughter.

With a quick check outside through the windows I ran off after him growling with as much menace as I could muster.

Closing the bedroom door. I backed up against it and looked at Doug. He was lying across the bed and on his stomach. His head propped up watching me. "I'm sorry Tim. I shouldn't have done it - I could have caused a lot of trouble. My judgement has gone to pieces - I just love you so much I can't get enough of you. Please forgive me I won't push it again."

The fear of what could have been was washed away with his words and I stepped up to the bed and took off my shirt. Doug pulled himself along with his arms and swallowed me up again. I had withheld for so long that he very quickly had me coming to the point of no return.

I didn't want to cum, not now. I had been thinking of something I wanted to do but I was a little afraid of. I wanted to give Doug more pleasure than he had ever received - I wanted him to enter me, I wanted to join with him. I wanted him to feel the pleasure he had given me. Before the climax was upon me I pulled him off me and pulled him up to a long deep kiss heated with a passion born of love. Separating slowly I looked into his loving deep green eyes and whispered "I want you in me. I want you to - fuck me." The words felt awful and crude against the love I felt.

"God! Tim, are you sure - it hurts at first, I don't want to hurt you."

"Please, do it please - I need to feel you in me"

Grabbing my head in both hands he pulled me into a very passionate kiss, trying to suck the tongue out of my head and I happily tried to give it him. He started to drop down to the bed pulling me with him. His hands rubbing my back pulling us together tightly, trying to mould us into one body, one soul.

Our embrace was a pleasure in itself, that Doug was holding me as tight as I was holding him. We stayed moulded together enjoying the caresses that each of us gave. Love is not a selfish thing, my pleasure rose as much as his with each tender touch. Rolling me onto my back he pulled his arms from around me and started to lift his weight off me.

Releasing me slowly from his kiss he pecked at my lips and then my chin, along my jaw and to my ear. Nibbling me gently he whispered "I love you, I always will. I'm yours forever."

Stroking his back and feeling the muscles ripple as he held his weight, "I love you too."

His kisses changed into little sucks and licks as he moved down my neck. Watching him attach himself to a nipple, sucking it and teasing it with his tongue and teeth. His fine hair the colour of burning embers trailing across my skin.

He lifted suddenly and then dropped onto my other nipple, gently rubbing it with his tongue. Pickles of heat and passion were rising in me and I caressed his shoulders trying to reciprocate where I could. Pressing his stomach into my aching hardness he shifted slowly from side to side licking along my ribs. Each time slightly lower, building the pleasure I received.

My navel got a tongue lashing as he explored its depth. Widening my legs and allowing my lover all the access he wanted, I relaxed into the sublime feelings of love and passion combined.

Lifting his body from mine, he spoke. I hardly heard the request, so quietly was it said "Turn over". I rolled and shifted, feeling his weight settle down onto me, foot to foot, thigh to thigh and chest to back. Kissing the back of my neck he rubbed himself against me. I could feel his erection slip back and forth across my buttocks. Nestling its way in between.

Coos of pleasure and gasps had been escaping me for minutes and I felt him move his head to rest it on mine. "Are you sure you want this? Tim."

There was no going back, it was almost a need "Please Doug, I need you in me." I pleaded. He raised himself off me. Long flowing caresses down my back each one slightly lower than before, guiding our way to the heaven I wanted.

His caresses turned slowly into a massage of my buttocks, rubbing and rolling them. Fleeting touches of his fingers in my crack raised my hips automatically. I gasped at the feel and heat of his tongue at the top of my crack. Lower and lower that tongue moved, agonising in its slowness. I nearly lost it when that tongue touched my anus, the pleasure magnified a thousand times. Dragging my knees up I raised myself to him. His hands stopped their movement and grasped my cheeks pulling them apart almost violently as that tongue pressed in again and again.

Almost a hiss ran from my lips "Oh God! Don't stop." My hips no longer under conscious control swayed and pressed back on to that face, that mouth. The tickling feeling turned to an itching, a need to be scratched, deep.

"Now Doug, -- Now!" His finger was in and I couldn't stop the rocking, I needed this so badly. His tongue massaging the outside as his finger pressed in. A light burning sensation and then the pleasure grew again. Doug now had two fingers in me. Spasms from my anus feeling those fingers rotating and thrusting. I was going insane, I was burning up, my arms stretched out in front scrabbling and grappling with the duvet trying to get more purchase as I thrust down on his rotating fingers. The pressure was building I needed more. "Doug!"

Heat again and a stretching I didn't think I could take and then relaxing pressure and three fingers. I groaned with the stretch and then groaned again as his thrusting became faster and more intense. I was harder than I could remember and felt as if I'd cum any second. My need to feel him inside me was growing like a volcano and I knew I was going to blow.

Like the calm before the storm, his fingers pulled out and I settled knowing what was coming and wanting nothing more in the world. Pressure then a sliding, rubbing coupled with a stretching twinge, he was in. I relaxed my arms and let my chest lie on the bed as I moaned "Yes. Yes!"

A fullness swept through me as I relaxed with my lover on top. A joining almost spiritual in its purity. He was now a part of me as I felt a part of him. Slowly he slid in inch by inch, I could feel the head moving its way inward. The heat of his thighs and abdomen and the feel of his pubes at my crack as he pressed against me told me he was fully in.

I tried to start a rocking motion against him but Doug held my hips. Groaning "Don't move, not yet. God! Tim - you're so tight and hot. Don't move I nearly lost it." We waited and I could feel my body relaxing around him. 10, 20, 30 seconds. I couldn't stand it any more I started to rock back and forth, a little at a time, my anus rubbing out and then in. Doug didn't stop me and the feeling was incredible, addictive, I had to move further, faster.

Doug started to move back as I went forward and then both of us crashing together. Faster and faster, harder and harder, I could feel something building inside of me, slowly. The need to come, to pee, to shit, I didn't know but I wasn't going to stop.

Doug lowered himself on my back his hands rubbing up my chest. Rolling me to the side he never stopped his thrusts although they now lacked the power I needed.

Before I could moan at the loss of the feeling, a lightening strike of ecstasy passed through me. Again and again it happened. I could feel the pressure growing inside. My balls were growing tighter, higher. I was going to cum. The feel of his lips and tongue on my neck and that white lightening strike boiled me over. I was cumming.

I groaned "Doug" unable to finish as he gasped and then pressed deep. His rod flexing and throbbing inside of me. We both came, me wrapped in his arms trembling, every nerve tingling and Doug buried inside of me. I felt his first blast, a soothing warmth spreading from him to me. The feel of him cumming inside of me kept my orgasm going. Second after second of harmonious ecstasy and tension and then a soft sliding in to peace.

Relaxing together we wrapped our legs together and rested. Tiredness, and sleep stole over us, I was worn out with the heat of passion spent. Doug whispered his love in my ear as I relaxed into his arms and we both drifted off to sleep.

I awoke to a gentle rubbing of my hips and thighs. Doug was spooned behind me running his fingers down my side. "Wake up my love, we've been called down,. There's only a couple of hours before dinner."

I rolled over and held Doug in my arms. I didn't really want to get up but I knew I had to. "Thanks beautiful!"

Doug looked puzzled for a second and then love blossomed in his eyes and he kissed me soundly on the lips. "I didn't hurt you, did I?" At the shake of my head his smile grew to a grin. "That was my first time too."

As I raised myself from the bed I could feel twinges in my back and a nagging complaint from my abused hole. Even with those feelings the memory of the event and the feelings it generated made me smile "It wont be your last, I loved it."

Doug got up and gently pulled me into his arms and kissed me in a lingering soft kiss filled with love.

Time was against us, we had to clean up and get ready. I gently broke the kiss. "Come on, we've got to get ready." Separating I backed away and opening the door quietly I checked the landing. "It's all clear. You take the bathroom and I'll use the en suite."

Doug grinned "I'd prefer to be together, but I guess your right, if I'm with you I wont be able to stop."

With a quick smile back at him I dashed across the landing.

Chapter Five: Truths.

The table was set, Dave's arrival was imminent. I was nervous, would Dave pick up on the change in me. We had known each other for years, he was the only other person who knew about Joanne and Jenny and now there was me and Doug.

The rat-a-tat rhythm from the door announced Dave's presence at the door. Joanne stood with me her arm around my waist as I opened the door and smiled.

Dave stood there facing up the street, his profile lit up by the porch light. His raven hair glossy blue in reflection from our hall light. He turned and smiled almost a grin. "Hi Joanne, Tim."

Together we said "Welcome!" and he entered at our ushering and I closed the door.

"Hell, it's nippy out there, I don't know how those kids up the street can play in shirt sleeves." He took off his leather jacket and hung it on the banister. "Damn, I forgot the wine, it's in the car." Searching his jacket pocket for his car keys he smiled as I heard the jingle of the large ring of keys. "I'll only be a mo!" and he slipped back out of the door.

Joanne went back into the kitchen and thirty seconds later he entered again and shut the door behind him. "Here it is." and he then handed me a large bottle.

"Champagne?"

I turned and he followed me into the lounge. "Well, we have to celebrate, you finally beat me at squash!" he grinned again. It was infectious and I grinned back.

"Didn't we do enough celebrating on Thursday, my head was pounding Friday."

"You're getting old, we used to sink a hell of a lot more than that years....." At his pause, I looked up at him, he was looking puzzled at Doug. Doug looked nervous and shy.

"Oh my, let me introduce you. Dave Coulson, Doug Bennett." Dave's eyes widened and then he looked sharply at me.

Dave walked over to Doug who stood up. "Hi, just call me Dave - you'll get to know me over the next few weeks anyway." as he offered his hand. Doug shook his hand and responded so quietly I didn't hear it but I watched his lips move 'hi'.

Turning to the sofa Dave said "Hi Jenny, back from London."

"Hi Dave, Yeah, but I wont have to travel much longer."

Laughing he bantered "Oh you're finally leaving that bunch of nerds, going to get a proper job?"

Jenny grinned and started "Oh at least I do my job better than you do yours, I know about managers, running off to meetings, delegating work - off loading it, I call it."

I watched Doug as Jenny and Dave bantered back and forth, he looked alone and unsure of his place. Watching wide eyed as Jenny and Dave gave each other as good as they got! Joanne reappeared from the kitchen. "Dinner will only be a few minutes. Doug, we have a tradition in this house that the guest carves the roast and" Smiling she raised her voice to clear the lounge "as Tim and Dave are complete incompetents with a carving knife. I've decided to let you carve."

Grinning Dave turned around, looked at me and then faced Joanne. "Me! incompetent! Tim I agree, but I can't be incompetent"

Laughing and walking over to him, Joanne crisply returned "Yes - you. Don't you remember last weeks bird. I've never had roast chicken served in chunks before."

"Chunks! - Huh, well I know when I'm insulted. Here I am quite happy to eat YOUR food." Grinning widely he continued "I don't have to stay here and be insulted, I've got hundreds of people willing to insult me elsewhere."

Joanne stepped into his arms, pulled his head down and kissed him on the forehead. "You nut!"

Dave put his arms down by his side and looking at the floor "Yes Mother!"

Joanne laughed and pushed him away, Dave rocked back, lost his balance and windmilling his arms ended up sitting on the sofa, laughing.

Walking back to the kitchen, she pulled Doug up out of his seat, "Come on it's your turn to carve."

When Joanne and Doug had left the room Dave looked quizzically at me. I filled in a few missing blanks. "We talked late on Friday, he lost his room at the YMCA so we're putting him up."

"YMCA, doesn't he live with his parents?"

"He's an orphan."

His face dropped. "Oh!" Then smiling at me he continued. "You always had the soft heart."

"Yeah, I guess, but for God's sake be light on him, he isn't used to this and it scares him."

"OK, I hear you."

A shout from the kitchen put the conversation to an end. "Tim - it's time to put things out on the table."

"I'm on my way!" Turning to face Jenny and Dave "Why don't you two sit down, we'll only be a second."

Dinner was a comfortable affair, Doug lightened up and Dave gave him opportunities to get in a little banter, although he rarely took them up.

Watching them relax with each other, find out how each other ticks. I thought of the first time I met Dave.

The day I started work at British Aerospace, Hawker Siddley as it was then. I remembered the factory gates looming large with a group of ten or eleven kids, just like me, stood outside. Indicating right I pulled up at the gates, on my brand new moped, and a hulk of man in a security uniform took my name and showed me where to park.

It is always the little things that haunt you, I remembered being worried about leaving my helmet and leathers not three yards away from a manned security station.

Over the next fifteen minutes the group of apprentices increased to over thirty and all the names had been ticked except one. We were led across to the main factory and through the main hanger. Large aircraft in different states of assembly ran in rows down a hanger over a 1/4 of a mile long.

The shout of "Fresh meat" and "Schoolies" made us all nervous and extremely watchful of the men in pale blue boiler suits working around us. We walked through some fire doors and up some stairs to a fairly small off white (faded) office with a secretary at a desk and one of those half glass doors with the top half frosted. There were about 10 chairs lining the walls and the pecking order began to assert itself.

Now I'll admit it, I was raised being told not to fight and to be good and to work hard. I had never fought at school, not even the rough and tumble that most kids go through. Due to this I had been a prefect at my first school and then got a scholarship to a public school some miles from home. These things ostracized me from the normal relationships that kids grow up in, and in this room I was fairly low in the pecking order.

We filled in forms and passed through the door to sign the 'Official Secrets Act' and our contracts of employment. Then we trogged one by one over to 'Surgery' for a physical. In a white painted brick room an elderly doctor and a matronly nurse prodded and probed, "Breathe into this", "Push that", "Stand up, cough - cough". The usual except that I'm in open view of at least 3 other apprentices and one fitter from the shop floor with a cut hand.

Back to the little office and pick up a requisition for a boiler suit (dark blue) and off to the apprentice training school. A prefabricated building full of machines and work benches. Our work place for the next year.

Five men in white coats with blue collars separated us out into groups by alphabetical order and took us to their sections. Mr. Creavy - sheet metal, Mr. Robinson - fitting, Mr. Rome - electrical, Mr. Bailey - milling and finally Mr. Norcross - turning (lathe work).

Each work bench had four vices fitted near each corner and we all were assigned one except the one in front of me as that was "Coulson's". For the next 2 weeks I worked alone surrounded by people going about the same business. You could talk to the person opposite you on the bench but not to the ones to the side or the foreman would pick up the increase in volume and stop the talking. At the end of each day it was rush to get out of there, all vanishing to different points of the compass.

If the first week was hard on my feet - you had to stand for eight hours and there weren't any chairs except the foremen's. It was even harder on my sleep patterns as I had to be up at 6:30 in time to make it to work, I could sleep through a nuclear holocaust never mind the alarm clock - I was late twice.

The work was filing this piece of metal to that shape or this shape and then marked A-C for accuracy and 1-3 for quality and finish. Your score marked up on a board fastened to the front of the foreman's desk. The second week was more of the same and then it all changed.

Monday of week three Dave Coulson arrived. About 6', slim with a ready smile, slightly bent roman nose with raven hair almost midnight blue in colour. He'd been on holiday with his family in Australia for a month and you could tell by his tan. I was given the job of taking him around the place and go to Industrial Relations, Surgery and show him about.

He didn't seem nervous like I was the first day and we talked as I took him across the "shops". He told me about some of his holiday and how he'd got permission to start late. I can't remember everything he said but I do remember the tone and the emphasis. Here we were, we'd never laid eyes on each other before and not fifteen minutes later he was talking to me like I was his best friend.

Over the intervening years we had grown into good friends, Dave had been best man at our wedding. He was now my boss, but our friendship spanned that and although we seemed to go through life having our ups and downs. We were still good friends.

A hand waving in front of my face dragged me back from my reverie. "Where were you!" It was Dave, a smile on his face. All the others were silent watching me.

"Oh! Nothing really, just miles away."

"Go on, I'd like to hear what dragged you away from my scintillating conversation, and put a smile on your face." He grinned at me - he had the charm of the devil.

"I don't know really. I was just thinking about my first day at Hawker's"

"Hell's teeth, what brought that up, that's ancient history."

Doug interrupted. "I'd like to hear about it."

Dave carried on as if he hadn't heard him "How many years is it - September the fourth 1978."

"Hah! It was August the fourteenth for me - you were on holiday in Australia."

"I was, wasn't I, Jesus that's nineteen years ago. God I feel old."

"Do you remember Jimmy Norcross, the only man to ever smell thousandths of an inch. He'd walk up to you after you just turned the job and he'd run his hand over the job, flick them under his nose." I put on a Yorkshire accent and rubbed my fingers under my nose "You're two thou under there lad."

"And the bugger would be right." We both laughed.

We carried on and Doug prized the start of our friendship and a lot of memories out of us.

Dave had gone home and it was getting late. We still hadn't set the new bed up from Ikea so we were splitting up on the landing.

Standing in the middle of the landing I hugged Joanne and kissed her. We caressed each other and kissed deeply. "God, I love you. Sleep well."

"Tomorrow, you have to make that bed. I want to sleep in your arms."

"I will do, love - I want it also."

"Explain it to Doug, he'll need reassurance just like Jenny did." I nodded and pecked at her lips. She separated from me and whispered 'I love you' as she stepped into their bedroom."

Sighing, I walked in to Doug's room.

Doug was already in bed, lying on his side, the covers pulled up to his chest. His head propped up on one hand. His eyes twinkling as I took off my robe.

I got in and pulled the covers back over us. Rolling over to face Doug I traced his face with my fingertips as he tried to follow with his mouth and kiss them.

"Doug, we need to talk."

His face dropped like a stone and looking at me uncertain and vulnerable. "Have I done something wrong?"

My response a smile and "No - my love." relaxed him and he smiled laying his head on the pillow, his hand caressing the hairs on my chest. "I just want you to understand that tomorrow night I wont be here in this bed with you."

"Why - Where are you going?"

"I'm not going anywhere." Talking to myself I rolled on to my back "Why is it difficult to explain - just say it."

"Say what?"

"Tomorrow, I'll be in bed with Joanne. I love her as well." Turning back to face him I saw his eyes starting to brim with unshed tears. I pulled him in to an embrace. "I love both of you, I need you to share me with Joanne. I can only be with you, like this, half of the time."

He hugged me tight and I felt his tears running down my chest. "I do love you Doug, but I also love Joanne, I don't want to hurt either of you."

"I understand, I love you too, It's just that I'll be lonely without you."

"You silly goose, We're one now - a part of each other - forever." I lifted his chin and kissed his tears away. "You can't be alone ever again." I kissed his pale lips softly, pressing my body against his.

Stroking his hair from his brow I pulled back and looked at his face. His eyes flickering from side to side. His eyes dropped from mine to my lips and back again. Pulling my head down to his he said "I love you. Joanne loves you too. I'll try not to be jealous" and then he kissed me hard, his lips parting and his tongue thrust into my mouth. I rolled him on to his back, and closed my eyes, my lips and tongue as active as his.

I could feel his arousal as his cock got longer and thicker. Mine was getting there too and we started to slowly hump and press together still connected by the kiss.

Pulling away from him I lay on my back. "God you've done it to me again!"

Smiling he leaned over me and kissed my lips, lingering and then pulling back he smiled and said "Look what I've found." As he grabbed my cock. "Mmm I think I know what to do with that." There was flurry under the bed clothes and a sharp greasy coldness surrounding me.

"God Struth, what the hell!" I pulled back the cover and discovered an open jar of Vaseline and a very greasy dick - mine. "Damn that's cold."

"Well I know a place to warm it."

I rolled on to him. "Now I wonder what that is.. I spy with my little eye, it's something that begins with..." and I stroked him. He giggled, widening his legs as my strokes reached his hot, already greasy hole. "Oh you thought of that already, well how about this." I centred myself on him and he sighed as I entered. Slowly pressing in deeper and deeper until all of me was surrounded by hot, moist gripping walls. Reaching over, I turned the bedside lamp off. "Now what do I do, I can't quite remember." Doug wrapped his arms around me, kissing and giggling at the same time.

Over the next week things settled down a little, sleeping with Doug and Joanne on alternate nights. I felt guilty about leaving Joanne alone but she didn't seem to resent Doug. I had tried to talk to her a couple of times but she shushed me and said that she was happy that I was happy.

The only problem we'd had was hiding the TV remote, Doug hadn't really had access to a TV and he loved to channel hop. I would be sitting in the middle of the sofa with Doug one side and Joanne on the other, both snuggling. Then Doug would flip the channel and there would be a free for all. Joanne and I would attack him trying to get the remote back. Doug would be laughing whilst Joanne would try to get the remote as I restrained and tickled him.

Work carried on as always keeping me stretched, interested and active. Doug was due to join us in a couple of weeks although at times I had doubted we'd ever get him placed. First there were problems with the training school as Doug would officially be working for Dave and not them. Then wages complained at paying 24 weeks wages for somebody. Finally Security insisted on doing a full background check as our department covered Ministry of Defence work as well.

The great news had been Jenny's. Joanne wouldn't have to sleep alone for much longer because things were moving faster at Jenny's works and she would be finishing in London this week, for a couple of weeks whilst they moved to Oldham.

The sleeping arrangements had pretty much been the constant topic of conversation for the last night or so, Joanne and Doug fancied moving to a bigger house as soon as possible where as I wanted to take our time looking. They had me pretty much convinced and I knew that after Jenny returned that I would be out manoeuvred, outvoted and agreeing by the end of the night.

I came as close to happiness as anyone can that week, work was enjoyable, frustrating at times but with a job satisfaction that more than made up for it. Full of variety, when I drove into work I never had a clue what I'd be doing twenty minutes later.

Even the sports with Dave on Thursday night had been good. He hadn't suggested a change of sport and we played squash at the leisure centre. I lost the match but only by a couple of points, but I held him off for a long time - our best of three turned into one very long match. We even got applauded by the players who had booked the court after us.

My home life was split with two people loving me unconditionally with no antagonism or arguments, not caring if the other saw us kissing or cuddling. Sex out of this world - I honestly hadn't got a clue where I had been getting the stamina from.

I should have suspected that it couldn't last, nothing ever does. It felt like I had six days of Heaven and then came Hell.

Friday night whilst Joanne was out getting Jenny from the railway station for the last time, Doug and I were preparing the evening meal. We had decided to celebrate our family coming together with 4 large steaks and I was peeling potatoes and passing them to Doug to chip them.

Doug had put some light rock music on the stereo and he was quietly singing along with it. There was knock on the door and I dried my hands and went to answer it.

It was Dave. He was dressed in blue jeans and a grey sweat shirt, a bit unusual for him. His ready smile was also missing.

"Oh Hi Dave., what's up?"

"Hi Tim, can I have a word with you."

"Sure come in. Joanne's gone to railway station, she'll be sorry she missed you."

As I led him to the lounge, I thought it was a good time for me to tell Dave about me and Doug, he already knew about Joanne and Jenny. I had been building my nerve to tell him on Thursday after the match but we had been playing so long that he had to leave straight after the shower and I didn't get to talk to him. Joanne, Jenny and myself were due to go to his house for a meal on Saturday.

"I know, I waited for her to leave, I wanted to have a private talk."

"I'm glad you came Dave, I've got things I need to talk to you about too."

Dave turned to face me, his face serious "Let me talk first please. I know you'll have questions but please don't interrupt me or I'll never get it out."

He seemed so uptight and serious that I nodded and sat on the sofa. Dave sat next to me never looking at me he started.

"Tim, we've known each other since we both started at Hawker's." he got up and started pacing the room almost talking to himself "I've tried to say this so many times. God how I wanted to but I couldn't." he paused for a second, two three. "For years you've really been the only real friend I've got and I hope you don't take this wrong. I thought about this so much - too much, but I can't hold it in any longer." He turned to face me. "You know I never got married?"

I started to answer but he cut me off "Of course you do." Looking up in the air "Dave talk sense." Finally looking at me he seemed to make a decision, an air of resignation hung around him. "I know you know I'm not married, but you don't know why." He seemed to finish but I didn't respond, he'd tell me. "I've always said I never found the right girl, but to be honest, I've never looked either."

He sat down again and leaning back he closed his eyes. "I remember things so well. Do you remember college?" It was hard trying to follow him what he was getting at.

Breathing deeply he carried on. "I remember college so clearly. The college we went to was in my home town. You were staying with your grandparents, who lived nearby, during the weeks at college. Phil, Doug and Crash ( I never understood that name ) all commuted daily. In the evenings just you and I would both go out to the Nelson and have a few drinks and talk."

"Because it was just you and I and we talked more about ourselves, opening up to each other - not completely though. We quite often got a bit more than a light buzz and we'd support each other on our way to your grandparent's house. We would both do our homework and we would both help each other out at work. Each night I would say goodnight and then go home happy that I'd been with you."

He seemed lost in his thoughts as he spoke and I leaned back remembering those long gone days.

"I saw you practically every day, between 8 to 10 hours a day and we were damn near inseparable. I knew it was wrong, evil, I just couldn't help myself, whilst we talked, walked, played or worked I'd look into your eyes and sink. I fell in love with you!".

I looked up at him, he still had his eyes closed, deep in remembrance, a smile on his face.

"And it happened so slowly that I only knew it when you told me you were getting married to Joanne. I cried myself to sleep for a few nights until I became resigned to it. God, was it hard being happy for you both, smiling and helping with your plans, helping to decorate this home and then you asked me to be your best man."

Tears were leaking from his closed eyes and I wanted to comfort him some how but I couldn't. He was strung as tight as a bow string, if I touched him I knew he'd break.

"I tried to go out with girls but it just didn't work. It wasn't that I wasn't attracted to them, the trouble was fear. I knew I loved you, therefore I was queer, could I perform? Would they laugh? I had nobody I could talk to - my parents would never have understood. God remember my dad!"

"Twenty going on twenty-one and still a virgin. I had already turned down offers of fucking a girl. Heavy petting was as far as I had been. I learnt to extricate myself from the situations where it was a possible outcome. Apart from work and you I became more insular and introverted than before I had started work."

"The night of the stag do I was responsible for making sure you got home safely. I even arranged a stripping telegram - do you remember. You trusted me not to mix your drinks - God did I get you plastered. Everybody got plastered - except me. I didn't dare get drunk to insensibility like all the others. I was afraid I'd let something slip and ruin my friendship. I got tipsy but kept in control."

"We all walked home from the club, the numbers slowly dwindling till there was just the three of us, Phil, you and me. Phil was staying at your house just like me. When we got to the house there was a two seater sofa, a spare bed and the double in the master bedroom. Remember how fat Phil was? I took the sofa and Phil the spare bed."

"It was warm that night and I stripped off to my boxers and covered myself with a sheet. The sofa was too short and I couldn't get comfortable. In the end I gave up on the sofa and slept on the floor. I don't know what time it was but it was still dark when you tripped over me."

"You were still drunk but said you needed a drink from the kitchen. God did you cuss me something chronic for being on the floor and said if I had been uncomfortable I should have woken you up and we could have shared the bed."

"When you turned the kitchen light on I nearly died - you were naked and boy did that get to me! I had to look and not look. Watching the man of my dreams and the one I loved and lusted after acting totally blase about his nudity and me getting hard and hoping my boxers hid it.

"After getting your drink you turned off the lights without looking at me, thank God! And then insisted that we share the double as you weren't having your best mate sleeping on the floor when there was a perfectly good bed there. God was I terrified, we both got in the bed and faced away from each other."

"That night was one of the hardest and most tortuous nights I have ever had. Sleep - I didn't get any! You were lightly snoring and I could hardly breathe. You then rolled over and spooned yourself into my back. I was harder than a rock and I needed to move but the feel of your warmth , your cock resting in my crack and the feel of your warm breath against my neck were divine. I couldn't handle the feel and nearly shot my wad a few times when our bodies rubbed as you moved about in your sleep."

"There is a kind of pain that is excruciating and wondrous at the same time, like a loose tooth or an insect bite that needs scratching. That is the closest I can come to what that night was like. You know it'll hurt but you just can't resist."

The last song on the CD faded away as Dave finished his story.

"Joanne found us together the next morning and played it to the hilt and you and I jumped apart and played the macho bullshit back and forth. I think that was the start of the mask. The mask I've been wearing now for over 15 years."

The tears down his face were now running freely and I grabbed him to me as he sobbed into my shoulder.

"I'm sorry Tim if you can't accept it but I've kept it bottled up for too long. I loved you then and I still love you now. I nearly told you when you told me about Jenny but I couldn't."

What was I to do. I loved Dave - but as a friend. I couldn't tell him about Doug, not now. I needed time to think.

Separating from him I got and headed for the kitchen "I'll get us a drink, I think we need one."

Doug was by the door looking out of the crack. I closed the door and started getting the drinks. Doug wrapped his arms around me, tears on his cheeks He whispered into my ear "Christ Tim, what are we going to do?"

I held him to me, my tears wetting his orange gold hair. "I don't know."

A shout of "God No!" made us turn. The door was wide open and then the front door slammed shut. Before I could get the door open I heard a car rev up and leave.

Chapter Six: Friends.

I got the front door open to see Dave's blue Vauxhall run down the road and turn at the bottom of the road. "Damn, damn, damn." I turned to get my keys and coat, I'd have to follow him, God knows what he'd do."

Doug was stood in the hall "What are we going to do?"

"I'm going after him, I haven't got a clue after that. I just can't leave him like this?"

Doug turned and opened the closet "I'll get our coats"

"You've got to stay here and tell Joanne and Jenny what's happened. I don't know what time I'm going to be back. They have to know."

"But--"

I grabbed him by the shoulders. "Doug, you can't come. It has to be me - alone."

Doug wrapped his arms around me "OK. But for God's sake take care, he could do anything!"

I grabbed my coat, my keys off the tidy above the phone and was out the door. Starting my car I looked at the petrol gauge, I was supposed to fill it tomorrow, a quarter of a tank.

I tried everywhere I could think of. His house, the local pubs, his parents, work. I even tried the Nelson and the Students union bar, nothing. Neither sight nor sign.

Filling up at a Texaco near the college, I tried to think of places I'd missed, places he'd go but I came up empty. It was true that we'd been friends for years but apart from work and the games. That was it - the leisure center, the only place my mind could come up with.

After paying I was out of there like a shot. Right towards Edgley, down to Adswood and left for Bramhall. Traffic was building, "Bugger". I could see it at a standstill further up. Short cut time. Left to Hazel Grove, right to the A34 and down the A6. "Shit" more traffic.

I was getting frantic, traffic was building. Six o'clock and it was murder, would Dave be there, What would I do. Thank God, I got past the roundabout for the Shopping Giant, traffic was freer. Hold your speed, there are speed cameras all over the place. Right towards Davenport, and left onto Bramhall lane. There's the leisure center.

Up and down the car park, lane after lane. I went looking for his car, nothing! "Where now!", my mind was blank. Back to his house - my only option.

He'd been gone two hours and I just waited, constantly going through re-runs of what had happened in my head.

The latch of the passenger door lifting surprised me. It was Joanne. "I thought I'd find you here."

"I couldn't find him. God, Joanne if anything's happened."

She pulled me into her arms. "Tim, I'm afraid Dave's had an accident." I stared into her eyes, lost, not breathing, waiting for the `He's dead', I knew it was coming. "He's in Stepping Hill, he's broken some bones. I didn't get the full story. His dad was called in by the coppers.

Relief flooded through me. "Thank God - he's alive."

"Come on I'll drive us there, just leave your car here. We'll pick it up later. First we need to talk." She got out of the car and I numbly followed. After locking the car, she guided me to a low dry stone wall. Sitting down next to her I tried to get my thoughts in order.

"What are we going to do Joanne. He said he's loved me since we were apprentices. What am I going to say to him."

"Tim, what are your feelings about Dave."

"Joanne, what are you getting at? I think I love him - as a friend." I took a deep breath. "I don't know, I thought I did. I've known him so long, he's my oldest friend. Tonight has just thrown that all up in the air."

"Well, Doug, Jenny and I have talked about this and we see only one option."

As I entered the ward I could see Dave sat on his bed, a small draw sheet bundled over him like a nappy. His left leg in plaster from the just below his hip down and his right forearm was covered in a brown plaster. He was reading a magazine.

I collected my thoughts. Last night he'd been drowsy and out of it after all the pain killers but today we'd have to talk. I turned back and went to see the ward sister.

"Sister, can I have a word."

"Certainly, Mister --?"

"Preston, Tim Preston"

"Oh yes, sorry things got a little hectic last night. What can I do for you?"

"It's about Dave Coulson. Last night you said that he was being released today."

"Yes, that's right, The Consultant cleared him about 10 minutes ago. I was about to call his father and ask him to pick him up, We could really use the bed, there's someone in casualty that could use it."

"I'll take him home." I raised my hand showing a carrier bag "I've brought him some clothes, Dave's dad has only got a Mini and I don't think Dave could get in it."

"Right, that would be great. Where's your car parked."

"Near Reception."

"Oh, that's too far for him to walk, I'll get you a wheel chair."

"Thanks."

As she left down the corridor, I straightened my shoulders, breathed in and went to see Dave.

He looked up as I approached his bed. I saw several emotions play across his face, as I walked closer, before it settled into an unreadable neutral. I broke the silence. "Good morning." Moving a pair of crutches from the end of the bed I sat down at the foot.

"Morning Tim. Look I'm sorry about last night, I shouldn't have said -- what I said. I'd just like things to return to normal, just being friends." He didn't look into my face, everywhere else but my face.

"Your still my friend. If that's how you want to play it then that's how it will be." He looked at me and seemed relieved. "Right! Now, it's time we got you out of here and home. I've brought you some of my sweat shorts and shirts, they should fit you. The sister has gone for a wheel chair." I dropped my carrier bag on the bed. "I'll pull the curtains around to give you a bit of privacy."

I pulled the orange mottled curtains around the rail, isolating him from the rest of the ward and waited. A minute or so later a pleading heavy whisper came through the curtains "Ur Tim, can you help me, I'm a bit stuck."

Pushing my head through I saw Dave, bent almost double, struggling to get his plastered leg through the leg hole of the shorts. Bending down I threaded them over his foot and pulled the shorts up into his hand. Stepping out of the curtains I heard a quiet "Thanks"

It was only about twenty seconds later that I heard a chuckle. "What is it?"

"I don't think this is going to work." I popped in and saw what he meant. He'd pulled the shorts up but the leg hole was too small for the top of the plaster.

I went in search of a nurse. "Um excuse me but could I borrow your scissors, a friend of mine is having a little trouble with some clothing."

"Which patient?"

"Dave Coulson. Bed number" I turned and looked at the curtains. "The one with the closed curtains."

"Oh right." And she waltzed off right through the curtains. With me rushing after her.

"Oh Mister Coulson, it's not as if I didn't know what one is, It's not as if I hadn't seen one before. I see them almost everyday, it isn't anything new, you know.

I couldn't help it I laughed. Dave was beet root red, frantically trying to cover himself as the nurse was bent over trying to cut the inside seam on the shorts.

"I'll get you for this Tim." He laughed.

"Don't blame me, I only asked to borrow her scissors."

"Hell's Bells. Two grown men acting like a couple of kids." As she strode off, the curtains fluttering after her.

The scissors were left on the bed and I picked them up and said in a fake German accent "Lie back zis izn't going to hurt." As I snipped at fresh air.

"Just watch it, will you, I'm trusting you here."

"Oh for God's sake don't worry." He leaned back and allowed me access at his shorts. A few snips later and his shorts rode over the plaster. Dave hastily pulled them up. He then pulled the shirt from the bag and pulled his arms through it. He couldn't do up the buttons as the thumb ridge in his plaster kept getting in the way.

"Jesus, I feel helpless, some times I wish I'd been left handed. Tim can you do them up.

"No problem."

After doing up the buttons I pulled the curtains back and went looking for the sister. She was back in her office, talking on the phone. I waited patiently by the door. She saw me, smiled and after saying something cupped the mouthpiece and pointed to the room opposite.

I pushed open the door and saw the red painted, tubular framed wheelchair. It looked pre-war with steel studs fastening the antiquated leather seat and backrest. A peeling label attached to the back stated `Property of Stepping Hill Hospital - Return to Reception." Pulling it out I wheeled it over to Dave's bed. "Your chariot awaits."

Dave pulled himself over and down into the wheelchair. His leg stuck out so I fathomed out the foot rest. Rotate it here, screw that up and swing that over. Bingo! Dave lifted his leg a fraction as I swung in the bar and let his leg drop.

"Better! Got everything?"

"Yeah, No - my keys and wallet, there in the cabinet." I opened the cabinet and pulled out a plastic bag and dropped them in his lap. "Thanks, that it. Lets get out of here, home James and don't spare the horses."

I passed him his crutches and started to push him out of the ward and then remembered the scissors. "Hold on Dave, I've got to return the scissors." I went in search of the nurse but couldn't find her. She may have been behind the curtains which covered a couple of beds, but I wasn't going looking.

We stopped at the sisters office. "Ah Mister Coulson, ready to go. Now remember in six weeks we want to see you with your arm and maybe five weeks after that with your leg. No driving, Don't get your leg plaster wet, the arm doesn't matter it's fiberglass. No weight on that leg and that's an order."

I was surprised "Eleven weeks?"

"Yes eleven weeks. That's if there are no complications."

"Oh Sister by the way, we borrowed a pair of scissors from one of your nurses and I can't find her to return them."

"That's OK, just give them to me and I'll return them - which nurse was it?"

"A blonde, just shorter than me wearing a cream uniform."

"OK, I'll return them."

"Many thanks and Bye."

Dave shook her hand and said thanks and we were off.

My Carlton may be fairly big for a car but we ended up with Dave in the back seat facing sideways. I left the radio going as I pushed the wheelchair back to reception. Now for a phone - Phase 1 complete.

Pulling out of the car park I pulled on to the main A6 and headed for his home. For a Saturday afternoon traffic was easy and in under 10 minutes I pulled up in front of his house.

"Give me your keys and I'll open the front door." Dave passed me a key ring by one Yale key and I inserted it into the lock, it didn't fit in all the way. I turned it half a turn there wasn't any resistance. "It doesn't work."

"The dead lock is on - turn it one full revolution and then push and turn half to the right,"

I tried it. "OK got it." the door opened into his small hallway. I turned round and helped Dave out of the car. He balanced on his crutches as I closed the car door.

We struggled to get Dave inside, the step was a definite problem. "This isn't going to work Dave, your almost immobile."

"I'll be all right. Just get me to the settee and I'll be fine."

We hobbled to the lounge and fell the last couple of steps into the padded cushions. "I can't leave you alone here. Your going to have to stay with us. Joanne would kill me if I left you."

"Dad will help me."

"Dave! He's nearly seventy, I'm having trouble, he certainly couldn't cope." I laughed. "Any way I don't think you could live on spam, tinned tomatoes, and packet mash."

Dave smiled. "OK his cooking isn't up to much I'll admit." He laughed "But he has learnt a new recipe."

"What?"

"Tinned peas, spam and instant potato."

We laughed as we rested. "Do you want a coffee, I could murder one."

"Yeah, help yourself - you know I don't stand on ceremony.

"Hah, you don't stand at all!"

I clattered about in the kitchen. I put the kettle on and got a couple of mugs out. "Three saccharin isn't it?"

"Yeah - There's fresh milk out by the dustbin."

"Why don't you have it left it by the door, like everybody else.?"

"Someone started nicking it."

"Oh! - I'll get it.". I walked out of the front door, and down the side of the house. One single pint of semi-skimmed milk stood behind the dustbin.

Five minutes later we were sat on the sofa, Dave sideways so his leg wasn't hanging off, sipping coffee.

"You can't ask your dad to help you Dave."

"Yeah, I know."

"But you can't stay on your own either, your going to have to stay with us."

"Ur, I don't think that's wise Tim. You've got Joanne, Jenny and --"

"Doug. Yes he's staying with us."

"I don't think I can stay with you Tim. Not now" He continued his voice barely more than a whisper "not now you know how I feel."

I looked at Dave he was looking down at his legs. I wasn't too happy with this. Joanne, Jenny and Doug and I had talked for most of last night and although I couldn't see any other viable option, I wasn't sure if I could do this. Dave had been my friend for years.

I quietly spoke sitting forward looking at the carpet in front of the sofa. "Dave" Out of the corner of my eye I saw him lift his head and I slowly turned to face him. "Are you sure you love me?"

"Yes Tim, I'm sure." His eyes started to fill, tears weren't far away.

Chapter Seven: Lovers.

I strengthened my resolve. I had to do this for his sake but I didn't know where this was going to take our friendship.

Sliding off the sofa onto my knees I moved closer. Lifting my hand I nervously reached out and gingerly cupped his face . "Dave look at me."

His eyes brimming he stared at my face, silent, one tear ran down the side of his face, running along my finger where it gently held him. Quiet words escaping his lips. "I love you."

Fraction by fraction I closed the distance between us, his eyes becoming wary. I leaned forward and kissed his lips. He pulled away. "Tim, don't do this."

"It's the only way Dave." I said and leaned in again. He pulled away again and tried to stop me but I resisted.

"No Tim, we're men, we can't it's wrong, you're married. And --." He paused unable to say the words.

"And what? Joanne agrees with me, this is how it's going to be."

"You don't love me!"

"Shut up Dave. Just let it happen."

"Oh God."

I pulled him into my arms, enfolding his arms to his sides. Lowering him down on his back over the arm rest. I lowered my head over his and kissed his closed lips. I could feel him tense his muscles, his lips squeezing shut, keeping me out. He stayed motionless, frozen, his eyes staring straight ahead. I tried kissing his unresponsive lips but I wasn't getting far.

I kissed along his jaw, his stubble was sharp and scratchy, and down to his ear, nibbling gently I relaxed my arms around him and started to run them over his chest. Dave gasped and groaned out a long drawn out "Oh God." I could hear his breathing becoming ragged.

He lay unmoving, his arms motionless by his sides, no longer resisting but not joining in either. I pulled back and looked at his face, his eyes tight shut, and breath wheezing from slightly parted lips.

I kissed him and thrust my tongue into his mouth. His mouth tensed but too late. His eyes shot open, a hunted, scared look. haunting his face. I touched his tongue with mine and tasted him. Staying hunched over him, I wasn't leaving his lips until he responded I closed my eyes, breathed out into his lungs and stayed with the kiss, constantly grinding against his chest and nipples with my hands.

A feather light touch, not even that but I could feel the heat of his hands as they moved along my side. A shudder, a light trembling passed through him and the pent up love was finally being released.

His hands touched my sides, tentative and gentle in the extreme. His lips parted wider as he angled his face, his tongue now responsive but unsure. I could feel his hands slide up my sides, up on to my back and holding me down by the shoulder blades. His tongue moved slowly to my mouth, mine caressing and stroking his all the time. He moaned into my mouth, the scared rabbit turning into a lion as his tongue entered my mouth. His hands moving to the back of my head, pressing hard as his tongue went berserk. Running along my gums, my tongue, my teeth, and back to my tongue.

We stayed kissing for a few minutes, the air whistling in and out of our noses whilst our tongues wrestled. Sliding from under his hands I again ran my lips and tongue down his jaw line to his neck and ear. Pressing my tongue into the soft skin behind his earlobe I stroked up behind his ear and then nibbled back down to the lobe.

Dave groaned loud and then shuddered as I found his earlobe again. His breathing stopped for seconds. I pulled away and looked at his face. His eyes were closed but the movement behind them belied any peaceful state. The muscles of his neck and face tight and rigid. Then a softening and relaxing as he released his held in breath in a quiet groan.

His face stayed relaxed and his eyes closed.

Although I guessed what had happened I couldn't miss out on the fun. "Now don't go to sleep on me!"

Dave opened his eyes, his face reddening as he started to stammer. "I-I-I-I w-w-wouldn't."

I chuckled and kissed his lips lightly. He tried to follow my lips as I pulled away and whispered "Are you enjoying this?"

"Oh Tim, It's nothing like my fantasies, I've dreamed of this for so long. But.."

"But ?????"

"This isn't right, what about Joanne?"

I turned and sat on the carpet with my back against the sofa. "Dave, it's not about what we should or shouldn't do. Nor what's right in some peoples view. It's about what is right for us. Let the rest of the world's bigotry go hang. Do you want this?"

"More than anything I can think of." He paused and the silence lingered "I just don't want you to hurt Joanne. You love her!"

"Your right, I do love her and although you may not want to hear it, I also love Doug."

The silence returned for long minutes as we sat drifting in our own thoughts.

I broke the silence "Penny for them."

"Oh I don't know."

"Bullshit! What are you really thinking?"

"OK" a seconds pause and then "Why Doug?" Frustration and anger speeded him into a rush. "Why couldn't it have been me? I've loved you for so long, if I'd only told you years ago it would be me instead of him."

"I don't know Dave." I paused trying to get my thoughts in order. "I don't know whether I could have accepted it, It may be because of Doug that I'm open to this."

"What does Joanne think?"

"She goes along with it, I think she's happy with it - she says she is."

"Oh!"

We settled into silence again for a few moments.

Standing up. I reached out and pulling Dave to his feet I said "Let's get you cleaned up."

Dave blushed and said "I'm all right."

Ignoring it I half pulled him half carried him to the stairs. "Come on"

We tried going side by side, but the stairs were too narrow. Sideways didn't work either, I couldn't get the leverage to help lift Dave. After five minutes, of various contortionist positions and both of us issuing instructions, we had got up two steps. We couldn't help it - we started laughing at how ridiculous it was.

We finally managed a way - well sort of. Dave was sitting on the steps his right leg bent and on the step below, me straddling his legs. If he pushed on the step behind, lifting himself up with his one good arm and leg, and I pulled him up from below making sure the plaster cleared and then pushed him back on to the next step.

With Dave sat on the top step I scrambled past him and helped haul him upright. I turned left, Dave turned right saying "No the bathroom's this way"

"Without your hands you can't stay upright. Lets get you to the bed first, I'll get a bowl and give you a bed bath." Dave blushed but acquiesced.

After getting him on the bed I went downstairs and got a bowl. Back to the bathroom, the soap in the basin was tiny and firmly stuck to the soap dish. "I can't find any soap, which do you want, Vim scouring powder, Domestos bleach or a Brillo pad."

"Try the drawer in the airing cupboard."

"OK got one." With the last bit I went back to the bedroom.

"Just pass me the bowl and I'll do it."

"What? And ruin my fun, no way." I put everything out of harms way, and then pulled off my shirt. When I started to unbutton his shirt, Dave went quiet but started blushing furiously, getting brighter and brighter the lower I went.

"What's the matter, I've seen you naked hundreds of times."

"Not like this you haven't."

I looked down, the shorts with a large dark grey wet patch had a very prominent bulge. I couldn't resist it - it popped into my head. In the sassy accent "Is that a gun in your pocket" I paused "or are you just pleased to see me." I burst out laughing.

Dave blushed brighter and then laughed with me.

Sometimes the silliest thing can crack you up. I couldn't stop laughing, I had tears coming out of my eyes, My guts ached with it and I collapsed on top of Dave.

When my fit had passed Dave was holding me, gently rubbing his hands along my back, sensuously following my muscles with the tips of his fingers. I moved my arms to lift myself up and his hands shied away. Propping myself up just over him I looked into his eyes and whispered "Don't stop." His hands hesitantly returned and I sank onto him, my lips locking onto his.

As his hands resumed their stroking his tongue thrust into my mouth. I sucked and stroked it as it washed my mouth. The kissing lasted and lasted. His tongue becoming more dominant and demanding. I knew it was up to me to take this farther, Dave couldn't move. When his tongue briefly left my mouth I sucked at his bottom lip and then slowly drifted down. Kissing and licking the soft skin below his chin I moved to his neck. Moving over him I straddled his legs, his clothed prick pressing into my stomach as I gently chewed and licked his neck. I pulled the sides of the shirt apart tearing the last two buttons apart. Unlike Doug, Dave had chest hair, moving my fingers through it I lightly teased them by pulling gently with the tips of my fingers.

Dave his head thrown back and his arms spread wide moaned long and loud. I licked along a shoulder and crossed to the side of his chest, gently biting the soft skin I found. I shuffled down a bit and then licked over to a nipple running my tongue around and around barely grazing the stiffening nub. Dave started humping against me and I slowed down. I wasn't going to get anywhere if he kept cumming.

His left hand rubbed on my shoulder and tried to pull me back against him, urging me on. Long shuddering gasps leaving his wet shiny lips.

"Slow down, the longer it lasts the better it'll be."

He moaned again and then lifting his head up as if it was using the last of his energy "I'll try, it's so hard."

As I licked down his sternum I giggled at his words, my breath making his dark hairs dance and the skin flinch. My hands creating goose flesh along his sides as they trailed up and down. I attacked one of his nipples and sucked it hard, nursing on it. Dave arched his back and screamed, his hand holding me tight against him.

For a few moments I remained locked in position, sucking and nibbling with Dave stretched and tense below me. I moved, resisting his hands, and licked down to his navel, tasting the sweat that matted the hairs that ran and curled into his seemingly bottomless navel. The smell of his cum soaked shorts strong in the air I breathed deeply, liking it. His body collapsed. His breathing now erratic and deep, he was holding his breath for eight or nine seconds and then releasing it in a sudden gush only to repeat the cycle. When I thought he was ready I jumped onto his other nipple and sucked hard. He screamed again and his body bowed under me, I gave it a good chewing and suck before releasing him.

He collapsed back to the bed again with a groan, his body trembling.

Taking care, he was so close to cumming again, His erection throbbed against my chest. I couldn't go much lower, I had to get his shorts off. I had now a need to get him in my mouth. To give him that pleasure that he'd resisted for years.

I moved back up and kissed his heaving chest running a line up to his lips, His hair wet and plastered to his forehead, his eyes glassy and wide. He was breathing so hard a deep kiss was out of the question. I pecked at them again and again whilst he slowly calmed.

I moved down and considered what to do. Dave was ready that was a certainty. I gently slid my hands down his sides, over his contracting stomach and onto the shorts, feeling the bulge. Shaping the cloth stretched it tight over him, with slow lingering strokes I palmed his cock from base to tip and back again. About seven and half inches maybe eight.

Dave moaned and then spoke his breath uneven. "Tim, oh God Tim."

I slid a finger under the waistband and lifted it up and over the bursting head. Purple and dark. Dave arched to allow me to pull his shorts but they would only go down to his plaster.

The sweet torture of foreplay over I decided to bring Dave once more to the brink of agony and ecstasy. Lifting his cock inline with my mouth. I swallowed and sucked as much and as hard as I could. His balls pulled up like they were on springs and Dave arched once more with a thundering "Keeeeerrrriiiisssssttttttttttt" stretched out for the first spasm, second and then the first shot. Strong, alkaline and salty, ten distinct hard shots, I bled him dry.

Running my tongue around the head I was surprised by how quickly he went soft, it was immediate.

Pulling up I looked up at Dave's face. His head lolled to one side, eyes closed, out of it. I went to check him. He was out cold. I rolled him over and relaxed for a few seconds beside him.

Getting to my feet, I stripped and lifting Dave's legs pulled off the shorts. Grabbing the duvet I pulled it from under his comatose body and then lying next to him I pulled it up and over us.

Resting my head next to his I stroked his back, softly rubbing and caressing. With my eyes closed and the feel of Dave's breath against my neck I slipped into the silence of dark, deep sleep.

Sleep lifted slowly, leaving a delightful warmth with that groggy drowsiness and a slow running mind. Flights of fancy and waking sexy dreams, held in the arms of one who loved me. The light brushing of a hand or the almost ephemeral feel of a kiss heightening the dreamscape of love that surrounded me.

Prickles of pleasure and a low quiet moan pulled at me, I tried to stay in that timeless place. Broken finally by a wincing pain that stabbed through my consciousness making my legs jerk as if the floor had moved. My eyes opened as a muffled grunt sounded below me, looking down I saw Dave holding my stiff cock, he licked up one side and slowly slid it into his mouth. His eyes sharp, he seemed lost to the world, entirely focused on the object of his attention.

Another moan escaped his lips as he turned his head releasing me only to pull my cock back to his lips and suck it in again. My hardness escalating from steel to rock as he voraciously continued. Lying there I luxuriated in the feel of his hot wet mouth, soft sucking lips and wildly active tongue. Periodically cringing from the fleeting touches of sharp teeth.

The fact that he was obviously a novice at this didn't detract from the pleasure I was receiving. Lowering my arms I lightly brushed my fingers through his fine raven hair. "Don't stop Dave, I'm nearly there, Suck it ... Oh Yes ... Harder ... Oh God!"

I should have warned him, given him the chance to pull off. I didn't, couldn't, brought to the brink so fast. Thoughts of Dave and his inexperience fled from my mind as the pleasure burst through me. Grasping his hair tight, thrusting my hips I tasted ecstasy and loudly groaned, feeling the spasms lock my buttocks high and tense. Crowned by sudden release my cock deep in his mouth pushed at his throat as jet after jet of fiery plasma escaped.

Coughs and splutters broke into my awareness as I lay wasted, breathing deeply. I looked down into Dave's eyes as he rubbed his hand across his mouth and nose. "I'm sorry Dave, I should have warned you."

Another cough followed by a croak, his eyes bright and wide. "I didn't expect so much, so fast. It went up my nose." He looked over the side of the bed and leaned down. Straightening up he pulled his shirt from the floor and blew his nose.

Sitting up I pulled him into my arms and slipping my head sideways I lined our lips. Kissing him deeply, my hands roaming down his back. The taste of me fresh in his mouth I stroked and caressed him whilst our tongues played.

Breaking away I went for his neck but Dave grabbed my head and tugged me back to his mouth. "Oh Tim, my Tim" said almost as an exultation. He thrust his tongue in between my lips and held me tight to him. Kissing passionately we slowly sank down, Dave pulling me on top.

Half rocking and half caressing we slowly humped, our tongues entwined. Dave's hands kneading and gripping the cheeks of my bottom, pressing me down on his hard rod. Light moans echoing in each others mouth as we sawed our mouths together. My hands pushing and pulling his head from side to side as I tried to deepen our contact.

A need in me rose like a raging torrent. I wanted Dave in me, to join with me as our love blossomed. Hunching over him, I brought my knees up his sides. The feel of his cock pushing at my balls and the sensitive skin below only driving me on. Separating from his mouth I kissed his nose, his eyes and then sank onto one of his ears nibbling and sucking. Shifting my bottom around I felt his need grow.

Sitting back, my eyes drilling into his, I licked my hand wet. Dave's eyes half closed and intense returned my stare. Reaching around me I lifted myself and slicked his throbbing dick with gentle rubs. Dave's eyes closed and he cooed his pleasure. Spitting into my hand I slicked his dick again. Whilst my other hand prepared me. Feeling anxious but resolute I moved around until I felt the head touch my anus. I pressed down and gasped as the head forced its way in.

Dave's eyes shot open, surprised as his body humped forcing another inch in. Relaxing all I could I slowly sank down on him, wincing and groaning at the twinges. Crouching over to kiss his lips as my rear convulsed, gripping his shaft tight.

Locked in a kiss, my tongue raping his mouth, I gently raised and lowered myself. Dave's hands caressing my back slipped down and cupped my cheeks helping me move, urging me faster. Again that place inside me was touched and I moaned my love. Sitting back I speeded up the thrusts. Dave's eyes pulling at mine as we humped and pumped our way together.

Sweat dripping from my hair onto his heaving chest Dave moaned, his breath uneven. "Tim! Oh God Tim--. I can't take it--.I'm gonna .. cum--." He screamed my name and I felt him stiffen beneath me as he rocked his head from side to side. Pulse after pulse of warmth entered me and I slowly relaxed on him.

His breathing relaxed into deep gasps as his body dropped down. Staying on him I gripped his rod to stop him leaving me. Dave moaned, drained.

Caressing his chest and shoulders I rubbed my hands over him feeling his sweat slippery hair slide under my hands. Lowering myself over him I lightly kissed his parted lips. "I love you!"

Dave opened his eyes and looking into mine "Say it again, Tim, let me believe it."

I stared into his eyes. "I do, I love you!"

Dave pulled my head down to his lips as he lifted his head kissing me again and again. Letting his head fall to the mattress he quietly said "You don't know how I've wanted to hear you say that."

I closed my eyes and lost myself in his embrace our kisses loving and lingering. My hands resting on his chest gently teasing his nipples. Pleased at a flicker of life inside me and a groan from Dave.

------------- The End -------------

At that I'll leave these friends and lovers to their own devices. Contented that they found love, friendship and happiness, a trail we all want to follow.

Their own learning mirrored by my own, as each line was written my skill in saying what I wanted to say grew and the struggle for words diminished. For a first story, false modesty aside, I don't think I did too bad.

If I managed to make you feel horny, laugh, smile or worry and want the next part then I'm glad you enjoyed it.

If however I created the evocation of a feeling or the association of yourself to a character then I have achieved what I set out to do.

Although it will take time before I reach the skill of Ricardo Cabeza, Bill Fore or Mathis B. Rogers. I hope I'm on the right road.

Romanticiser 6th January 1998

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