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Chapter 12
Robbie didn't think that the evening would ever arrive. He began to plan in his mind how he'd approach making love with Carl for the first time. 'Heck, we made love the other week when we wanked each other off.' But Robbie wanted to make Carl's first time at anal sex as pleasant as he could. To that end, during their visit to the chemist's earlier that day, he'd purchased a few scented candles. He'd also stopped off at the vintner's to pick up a bottle of champagne. Robbie had managed to persuade Carl to remain outside; he didn't want him to know how much he was planning on spending on a single bottle of what basically amounted to fizzy white wine. Robbie mused that if Carl ever bought wine, it would be something cheap from the supermarket. Though he had to concede that sometimes the supermarkets sold pretty decent stuff. But he wanted something really special to celebrate his and Carl's love, and special didn't come cheap.
Robbie realised that he and Carl placed different values on money. He hoped that the subject wouldn't become a bone of contention between them, as it so often did in a relationship. Carl's earnings went to pay the utility bills and to fund all the necessities of life. Robbie, who had always enjoyed not having to count the pennies, just bought whatever he thought he needed. He'd gone through stages of buying things on a whim and then discovering that he really didn't need them. At one time he had 6 different wristwatches, but rarely wore any of them. He'd given himself a severe talking to, and he tried, usually successfully, to be more responsible.
Though he had an urge to shower Carl with gifts till they came out of his ears, in an effort to prove to him how much he meant to him, Robbie knew that this would spell disaster for their relationship. Though just this once, he wasn't going to scrimp; he wanted the best bottle of champagne the shop had. So he emerged from the shop carefully clutching a frighteningly expensive bottle of Dom Perignon. "I just hope the bloody thing isn't corked," he'd said under his breath.
Looking up at the mantle clock, Robbie sighed. It was only 5 pm. 'A watched pot never boils,' he could hear Sarah say in his head. Robbie was reclining against Carl on the sofa; they'd found some comedy film on the TV, though Robbie was far too keyed up to pay it much attention.
Once the film had finished, Carl turned to his lover. "You seem on edge, sweetheart."
"Do I? Sorry, I just want things to go off okay later."
"Is there any reason why they won't?"
"Um, no, I just want it all to be right," Robbie said, running through the mental checklist in his head yet again. 'I did remember to put the champagne in the fridge? Oh, yes.'
"If you're this keyed up, love, you're not gonna enjoy it, are you?" Carl said reasonably.
Robbie let out a long breath. "You're right as ever. It's just that I've waited so long, and . . . . "
"Chill out, Rob," Carl said, giving Robbie an affectionate squeeze. "We can put it off until another day if you like."
"No, no it's fine." 'I wonder if we should have music? But what?'
Seeing that Robbie wasn't going to relax anytime soon, Carl excused himself from the room to visit the bathroom.
'I think there's some strawberries in the fridge, they'd be nice, too. Pity I didn't remember to get oysters, but does Carl like oysters?' Robbie continued to fret about the upcoming evening.
On his return, Carl said, "Come on, we're going for a walk. We didn't actually get to jump the stream this morning, what with the other things on our minds."
"Yeah," Robbie said distractedly. "I'll just go and ask if Ben wants to come with us." Ben was in the study; he'd really gotten into the games on Robbie's PC.
"No, leave him be. We can ask Sarah if she'll keep an ear out for him."
The pair left the house after speaking to Sarah and Ben; the latter was engrossed in trying to gain entry into a haunted castle, without attracting the attention of the dragon who acted as its gatekeeper.
"I bet you're still flapping about this evening, aren't you?" Carl said, as they gained the footpath that lead down the hill. He put an arm casually around Robbie's waist.
"Yeah, guess so. I've always been a bit like that."
"I know. Though you wanting to have all your ducks in a row used to help me back when we studied together. You used to organise all the facts in a better way than the teachers ever could. Thanks to you, I got better grades than I thought I would."
"Oh, rubbish. You were just as good as me at school."
"I thought about it the other week. You know if I hadn't become friends with you, I bet I'd have fallen in with the wrong crowd. Tommy and Graham Locke asked me to join their gang, you know."
"Yeah?" Robbie said surprised. "Why didn't you?"
"I didn't think you'd approve."
"Approve? Why should you have needed my approval?"
"I always did. I wanted to be like you. You know, smart, didn't care what the others thought about you."
"It's funny, I always wanted to be more like you, too. Popular with all the other kids, strong, good looking . . . . " Robbie trailed off.
"How did you cope, Rob? Being in love with me, but not able to do anything about it?"
"Oh," Robbie sighed. "It wasn't easy. I'd come home and either cry into my pillow, or fist my meat until I shot all over myself. I know we used to hug now and again, I used to ache for those times. Although occasionally I'd start a cuddle, I was always leery about doing it too often, in case you became uncomfortable."
"I'm sorry."
"Carl, we've been through this. You don't need to keep apologising all the time. You had no way of knowing."
"Yes, but if I'd have known, I could . . . . "
"Car, you've struggled as it is to accept your love for me, and you're thirty-two. I don't think you could have dealt with it at all when you were, say, sixteen?"
Carl paused, "I don't know. I used to get pictures in my head about living up there." He pointed back towards the house. "I saw myself sitting at the head of that huge table you've got in the dining room. I also imagined standing with my back to the fire in the drawing room with my arm draped along the mantle piece, and, oh, I don't know, loads of other stuff."
"And did I figure at all in any of those scenes of Carl Powers playing lord of the manor?"
Carl looked over at Robbie to see if he was serious. He knew that his friend had a healthy disdain for such allusions to upper class living. Seeing no trace of irony on his lover's face, Carl said, "Yeah, Rob, I think you were in there somewhere. What connection you were to me, I hadn't worked out, but I honestly saw myself as spending my life living there with you."
"Well, now you can."
"Yes, now I can."
The two continued to walk in a companionable silence, broken only when Carl said, "You know Tommy and Graham ended up on the wrong side of the tracks?"
"No surprise there," Robbie said, remembering his chief tormentors at school. Although they never got physical with him, Tommy and Graham Locke would often tease Robbie about his then rather geeky appearance. The old adage of 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but calling will never hurt me,' was, Robbie thought, a load of crap. Name-calling was just as damaging as being punched. Although the scars weren't visible, they were there nonetheless. "What happened to them?" Robbie asked once he'd rid himself of the image of the two unkempt louts cornering him in a distant part of the playground.
"Well, Tommy got done for handling stolen goods a few years back. I think he's on the dole. Graham spent some time in a drug rehab unit. He's not managed to find work either. They used to get a few hours casual labour on the building sites near here, but when the government started cracking down on people working whilst claiming unemployment benefit, they gave up working."
"Sounds like them. They'd have been better giving up the dole and working instead."
"That doesn't sound like you, Rob. It's not that easy you know. You and me, we've had it easy, always being in work, but for the likes of them, well, they didn't know how long the jobs would last, it was only temp labour, as I said."
"It was the likes of them who made my life a misery at school before you came along."
"I didn't know that."
Robbie related to Carl some of the tricks the Locke brothers got up to, Robbie often being the butt of their pranks. "That's probably why they wanted you in their gang. So they could start at me again. I was a pretty easy target. What with the bloody family name hanging like an albatross around my neck, not to mention the fact that I'd never fight back."
"Shit Rob, I don't know how you coped."
"No, I don't either. Because you befriended me, it kind of gave me some credibility. The other kids left me alone. Car, you were my saviour in so many ways."
"Saviour?" Carl thought Robbie was piling it on a bit thick.
"You remember in games, you were usually one of the team captains?"
"Yeah."
"Well, before you started at St Winifred's, I'd stand on the soccer field or whatever whilst the teams got picked. I was always one of the last to get chosen. Mr Welch had to bully the captains into taking me and others like me. He used to tell them that it was 'their turn to have me that week'. Do you know how humiliating that was?"
"I've got an idea."
"Well, when you came to our school, you quickly became one of the people doing the choosing. And Car, you used to choose me every time." Robbie swallowed the lump in his throat. "Every time, Car. Even though I was crap at games, you chose me. Is there any wonder I worshiped the ground you walked on? You gave me status, you allowed me to believe in myself. And even back then you loved me in your own way. I'd have crawled over glowing coals if you'd have asked me."
Carl stopped walking and hugged his partner to him. "Oh Rob, I didn't know. Hell and shit! I was your best friend and you never told me any of this."
"No, please understand, I stood a real chance of losing you if I'd have spoken up. Though it was often hell to be near you, I had to take it, because I knew it would've been a thousand times worse if I had lost you. It was horrible when I split us up."
Carl gave Robbie another squeeze. Thinking of something, Carl said, "When you were off school for those couple of days, they were just after I told you about me going on a date with Maureen, weren't they?"
"Yeah," Robbie said, remembering one of the most painful periods of his life.
"I thought you were poorly, you know, with a bug or something. You looked really ill when I came to visit you. But you didn't have a bug, did you?"
"Not in the usual sense, no. If you remember, you told me that you were going to sit on the back row with Maureen at the cinema."
Carl dredged up the scene from his memory. "Shit, you ran to the bathroom. Was that because I'd told you about me taking Maureen out?"
"Yes."
"Fucking hell!" Carl said angrily. "I was supposed to be your friend, and I caused you to throw up."
"It's all in the past, Car," Robbie said, fighting desperately to push away a very painful scene that had just floated into his consciousness.
"What's wrong?" Carl asked, seeing Robbie struggling with his emotions.
"It hurts," Robbie said in a quiet voice. He thought he'd expunged the memory from his brain. He began to shake.
"I've got you, Rob," Carl said, wrapping his arms more tightly around his friend. "What is it, love?" Carl was beginning to worry.
In a quiet voice, Robbie began to speak. "The night you went to the pictures. I tried so hard not to think about it, God knows I did, but I couldn't stop myself. When I got into bed I started hugging my pillow as usual. Then I began to pretend that I was Maureen. I imagined it was me sitting on the back row in the double seat with you. You had your arm around me, we were sharing a bucket of popcorn, you turned to look at me during the film and you . . . and you . . . " Robbie was beginning to lose it. "You leant over and kissed me . . . and . . . and, oh God no, I don't want to remember, no, no!" Robbie began to cry uncontrollably.
They stood there for an age, Carl holding on tight to his lover, as Robbie unleashed the misery that had been stored away for the past decade and a half.
Gradually, the anguish began to lessen. "I've done so much crying recently. It's silly, I don't normally weep like this," Robbie said, wiping his eyes. "It's just," he sniffed, "it's just I think that was one of the most horrible nights of my life."
Carl was at a loss. He'd been aware that Robbie had been hurt by him going out with Maureen, but he had had no idea how deep that pain had gone. "Rob, I don't . . . . " Carl was lost for words, he was overwhelmed by Robbie's revelations. "It won't make up for it, Rob, but this weekend, we are going to go to the Cinema. We're going to sit on the back row, and I'm gonna put my arm around you and do every other thing that you imagined me doing. I'm sorry, Rob, so desperately sorry you've had to wait fourteen years to fulfil your dream, but I promise you, I'm gonna make it all come true for you. Every last bit of it."
"Thanks." Robbie was emotionally drained, he couldn't cry any more tears. "Look, here's the stream. Let's re-live our childhoods and jump over it again."
Carl jumped over the water with ease. "You're right, it's shrunk."
Robbie leapt across to join Carl, though somehow he missed his footing and began to stumble. "I've got you," Carl said wrapping his arms around his lover.
"Shit, I managed to do it yesterday."
Carl laughed. "Still as ungainly as ever around me."
"Yeah, I'm pretty hopeless, huh?"
"And do you honestly think that matters to me?"
Robbie knew it didn't, it had never mattered. "Give us a kiss, you gorgeous hunk."
The sun, now dipping towards the horizon, glowed behind the happy couple, its golden light bathing them in its late afternoon warmth. Their long shadows stretched along the ground showing the pair in a tight loving embrace. A nightingale began to chirp its song, serenading our two lovers as they continued to hold one another, offering comfort for the many years they'd lost.
'Now, is everything set?' Robbie said to himself. The champagne was cooling in the ice bucket, the sheets had been changed on the bed, the lights dimmed and the candles lit. Robbie had opted to play a selection of ballads sung by Barbra Streisand to set the mood. The CD was in the player, ready to start. 'Oh, the lube!' Robbie ran to the bathroom and put the tube in the sink, turning on the hot tap. He didn't want Carl to get a shock by using cold lube.
Carl waited in one of the other bedrooms, feeling like a bride on her wedding night. For the first time in a long while, he was nervous. Robbie had told him that there could well be some pain the first time around. But it was something Carl knew he had to do, something he wanted to do. He needed to join completely with the love of his life. He needed to share that most intimate of acts with another man. Carl had changed into a white terry cotton robe, he thought it would be easier and quicker to get undressed when it was time. Then he thought that Robbie might like to undress him, so he put his clothes back on again. 'Bloody hell, was I this bad with Maureen?'
Carl began to mull over the events of the past few days. How could he have doubted his love for Robbie? Okay, the world outside would have difficulty in accepting the path that he was now treading. Although Carl didn't like the horrible and hurtful things the guys on the site had been saying, he would just have to learn to let it wash over him. He'd told Robbie all about the rubbish his work colleagues had spouted. Robbie had just nodded and said that he'd heard it all before.
"But it's crap, Rob."
"Yes, sure it is, but Car, it's just that they either don't understand, won't understand, or in some cases are too frightened of their own feelings towards the male sex to not spout such rubbish."
"You saying some of them are closet cases?"
"Wouldn't surprise me."
Carl hadn't considered that. 'Fat Frank, gay?' Carl shook his head; the thought was just too ridiculous. Though it made him smile. "I want to tell them all that I've got you as my partner."
Robbie looked at him strangely. "Carl, that wouldn't be wise. And not in the least bit necessary. You don't need to climb to the top of the scaffolding and proclaim your never-dying love for me."
"Yeah, you're right as ever. I think I might tell Jerry though. He's got a gay son, and he seems cool about it. I'll see if I can get paired up with him."
"Okay, you'll probably need someone to talk to and confide in. So long as you think that you can trust him."
"Yes, Jerry's a good bloke."
Carl's mind then drifted to the walk he and Robbie had taken earlier that day. They'd gone down to the stream, a place the pair had visited numerous times in their youth. Carl smiled at how Robbie had stumbled when he'd gotten across the water. 'He's still the same. The same beautiful and kind and gentle and loving friend he's always been. God, how I love how he's just a little clumsy when he's with me.'
Thinking over the revelations that Robbie had imparted to him, Carl wondered how Robbie had coped for all those years. "If only I'd known!" Carl said out loud. "I was the cause of him being ill that time. I went on about how I was taking Maureen to the flicks, and all the time my best friend in the world was dying inside. Shit, bloody hell's teeth, why didn't I realise?" Carl brought his fist down hard into his lap.
Carl then began to think about how he and Maureen had got together. Although the two had been acquaintances for years, the most they ever did was exchange a few words whenever their paths had crossed at school; the two never met socially. Maureen was having trouble understanding Einstein's general theory of relativity, which they'd just covered in their Physics class. As Robbie had gone over it with Carl the day before, Carl had volunteered to help her out.
Maureen had always had a secret hankering to get nearer to Carl, but he'd always been a little shy around girls, something she found very appealing. So when he offered to help her, she'd pulled out all the stops to impress him. As a thank you for helping her with her schoolwork, she'd taken Carl down to the new Burger King in town. On the walk back, thinking that this would be probably her only chance, Maureen had invited Carl to touch her underneath her blouse. Carl, not wanting to pass up the opportunity, had readily agreed. It was quite pleasant, he had to confess. Maureen was nice and soft, with plenty of curves.
As they continued to walk home, the two talked. Maureen told Carl that there was a film she wanted to see at the cinema; she'd intended going with Betsy, her best mate, but for some reason Betsy had had to cry off. Being the gentleman he was, Carl offered to go in her friend's place.
During the film, Carl started out by holding Maureen's hand, then, when she'd told him that he could put his arm around her, he'd done it, and it was very pleasant to snuggle up to her in the darkened room.
Carl then realised with sudden clarity that it had been his father who'd encouraged the two of them to get closer. Stan and Trevor Leicester (Maureen's father) were best mates. On hearing that his son had taken Maureen 'out on a date,' (the two hadn't called their visit to the cinema a date), it had been Stan who'd labelled it as such. Stan had gone round bragging to all his mates down the pub that "our Carl's walking out with Trevor's daughter."
At the weekends, his dad would often give Carl a few pounds extra 'to give your girlfriend a treat'. Up to this point, Stan had always been rather tightfisted with his money, but both he and Trevor were delighted that their only children had taken a shine to one another, so they used every opportunity they could to encourage the friendship to deepen. Stan even went as far as letting Carl borrow the van if he needed to take Maureen out somewhere.
Previously, Carl had always spent all his free time with Robbie, but now the two had fallen out, he found that he had quite a bit of time on his hands. So he allowed himself to be swept along.
Carl had never before given much thought to why he and Maureen had taken their relationship further than it ought to have gone. Sitting in that bedroom, awaiting his lover, he realised that because he'd liked Maureen as a friend, the sudden absence of the anchor that had been Robbie, plus the none-too-subtle pressure from both sets of parents, combined with Maureen's attraction to him, the two began to seriously date.
"Bloody hell, why did I let it happen? I should have put a stop to it. All that time I was with Maureen, I could have been with Rob."
"You okay?" Robbie had entered the room and heard Carl speaking.
"Yes, love. I'm very okay. Rob, we shouldn't have waited this long."
"We've been together for less than two weeks, love," Robbie said not understanding the self-revelation Carl had just gone through.
"No, love. I mean we shouldn't have split up all those years ago. I should have realised that I didn't really love Maureen in that way." Carl then remembered Robbie's words about him always picking Robbie to be on his team during games lessons. Carl silently asked himself why he'd done it. 'Because he was my friend.' Then, with a sudden jolt of clarity, Carl realised that it had gone much deeper than that. For the very first time, Carl allowed himself to believe that he'd always loved Robbie; he'd never allowed his partially unformed thoughts to coalesce before. But now that they had, he realised in stunning wide-screen Technicolor that he'd always been in love with Robbie. Carl's epiphany caused him to begin to cry.
"Hey, love, it's alright. Don't take on so." Robbie rushed over to Carl and took him into his arms. "I should have told you that we were moving too quickly. It's not right we make love now. We have to do it when you're feeling calmer, I want it to be special, we have to do it when we're in the right mood."
"No, Rob no," Carl said firmly. "There's no better time. I've just realised that you've been my one true love for all these years. Rob, my own beautiful and precious Rob, I've just realised that I'm gay!" Getting the words out finally, caused Carl's tears to fall even harder. "Oh fuck, look at me, I'm a bloody mess. Shit, Rob, why's it taken me all this time to realise what I am?"
"I don't know, sweetheart." Robbie didn't think it was the right time to go into a discussion about how societal pressures often forced people to conform to heterosexual values, when inside they weren't as certain as they ought to be. "It'll be alright. You just let it all out. I've got hold of you, love."
"Promise you won't leave me again, Rob?"
"I promise. You were my first love, and first loves are always very special. An invisible chord has always bound me to you. I'm here now, Car, I'll be here tomorrow, the next day and the one after that. I'm not ever gonna leave your side."
"Thanks." Carl pulled himself together. He wiped his tear-streaked face on his sleeve and stood up. "Now, Rob, will you make love to me now?"
Robbie took hold of Carl's hand, lead him out of the bedroom, across the landing and to the strains of Barbra Streisand singing 'People', Robbie took his lover into the candle-lit master bedroom.
The two faced one another, Robbie still holding Carl's hand. Carl lifted up his free hand and ran his index finger down Robbie's cheek.
People, people who need people, Are the luckiest people in the world. We're children needing other children, And yet letting our grown-up pride, Hide all the need inside. Acting more like children than children.
Carl began to unbutton Robbie's shirt, pulling it out from his trousers. Robbie wasn't muscular like him, but that didn't matter a jot. He loved Robbie for the person inside, his wit, his gentleness and his overriding compassion for his fellow man. Meanwhile, as the music continued to wash over them, Robbie started to undress his lover. Yes, Carl was a stud, that had been the first thing that had attracted him to Carl, but it was what lay inside that had captured his heart. Carl was a caring man, a rock in a storm. There had been some emotional storms of late, but Carl had come through in the end, stronger and more determined.
Once naked, the two stood close together, but not touching; they gazed into each other's souls, saying without words how much they truly loved the other. Then, as if it were previously choreographed, they reached for one another and began to dance slowly around the room, never breaking eye contact.
Lovers are very special people. They're the luckiest people in the world. With one person, One very special person, A feeling deep in your soul, Says you are half now you're whole. No more hunger and thirst. But first be a person who needs people, People, people who need people, Are the luckiest people in the world.
Reaching the bed, Robbie lowered Carl down onto the sheets. Carl turned over onto his stomach, Robbie then proceeded to gently massage Carl's back in an effort to relax him.
With one person, One very special person, A feeling deep in your soul, Says you are half now you're whole, No more hunger and thirst, But first be a person who needs people, People, people who need people, Are the luckiest people in the world.
Robbie spent quite some time on his massage, he'd put a bottle of oil on the bed-side table for just this purpose. The tension that had been causing Carl's muscles to tighten up soon began to lessen, as Robbie's expert fingers kneaded away Carl's worries.
"Carl, I'm going to start to loosen you up, love," Robbie said quietly. "It'll feel a bit uncomfortable maybe."
"It's okay, love."
Robbie went into the bathroom, washed the oil from his hands and retrieved the lube. Squeezing a generous amount of lube onto his index finger, Robbie began to make small circular motions against Carl's pink rosebud. With steadily increasing pressure, Robbie breeched the opening. Carl's sphincter instinctively contracted trapping Robbie's finger.
"Relax lover, I promise I'll be as gentle as I can."
Soon Carl did relax; Robbie spent an age just twisting the single digit inside Carl's arse. When he brushed against his prostate, Carl stiffened. Carl felt as though Robbie had shocked him with an electric prod, though the feeling wasn't undesirable in the least.
"That's your prostate, sweetheart. You okay?"
"Yes, Rob, it was just a shock, a good one though."
Robbie smiled. Most straight men, and those gay men who refused to do anything but top, didn't get to experience the joys of anal stimulation.
Robbie added more lube to his fingers and slowly worked in a second digit. As he worked, he continued to speak softly to Carl. His reassuring words, plus the relaxing music, helped to ease Carl's mind. Carl had never had anything go up there before. The introduction of a second finger had caused him some discomfort, but he knew that it'd be okay, because Robbie had told him it would.
As he lay there being loosened, Carl realised that it took an enormous effort of trust for any man to allow such intimate things to be done to him. Carl trusted Robbie more than anyone else alive. The discomfort was slowly being replaced by a most pleasant feeling, too. 'Perhaps this won't be too bad after all.'
Carl began to revise his opinion when Robbie introduced a third finger. It was really starting to hurt, he gritted his teeth, hoping the pain would soon pass.
"I'll stay still for a minute, Car, don't worry."
Robbie's continued gentle voice, combined with the massaging that Carl was receiving to his spine from Robbie's other hand, helped to relax him. Within a moment, the stretching pain had gone. Robbie continued to work, taking a long time in his efforts, he wanted the ultimate penetration to be as painless as he could make it.
"Okay, love. I'm going to pull out my fingers now," Robbie said.
Acting quickly, Robbie wiped his hand, rolled on a condom, even though he'd not done it for some time, he'd not forgotten to allow a tiny bit of room at the top. He rolled the latex down his pole, which hadn't gone soft the whole time he'd been working on Carl's anus. Robbie then lay on the bed and asked Carl to get up from his present position.
"Love, I think it'd be best for our first time if you kind of squatted over me. That way you can best control the entry."
"Right." Carl was feeling a mixture of excitement and apprehension. Robbie had told him that it could be painful at first. Some of the loosening up hadn't been exactly pleasant, but other parts had been great.
Carl did as Robbie suggested, and lowered himself towards Robbie's throbbing manhood. Robbie reached down making sure that he was directly under Carl's opening. Lowering himself further, Carl began to experience resistance. Then he felt something give way, and the head of Robbie's dick was inside.
"Jesus." Carl felt a stinging pain.
"Stay still, precious, don't move," Robbie gently encouraged. He could see the pain etched into his lover's face. It was on the tip of his tongue to tell Carl to forget it and try again another day. Robbie didn't want to cause his lover pain, he'd do anything to avoid it, but he knew Carl wanted this, so he did his best to remain outwardly calm.
Robbie reached up to caress his lover's now sweating body. Carl was tense, and he'd begun to clench his anal muscles, something that Robbie knew wouldn't aid his entry. "Make as if you were going to pass a motion. It'll help to relax you."
Looking down at Robbie's face, Carl saw a model of reassurance; this, combined with the gentle words, helped him to relax. 'I'm gonna do this,' he said to himself. Carl did as directed, and the pain soon dissipated.
"As slowly as you need to, Car. There's no hurry."
Carl lowered himself a little more. 'God, I feel full, it's like I want to take a crap.' Then remembering his lover's words about passing motions, Carl pushed again, and more of Robbie entered him.
"You can try lifting up a bit too, love. That might help." Though Robbie was more experienced, he had to use every ounce of self-control not to push upwards and ravage the hunk now atop him. He tried to focus on how much he truly loved Carl, and how he wanted to make this the best he could for him.
Though it took a few minutes, Carl eventually got all of Robbie inside him. 'I feel really full now,' Carl thought.
"Rest for a minute, sweetheart," Robbie said. This statement had a dual purpose. He knew that Carl's insides needed time to get used to the intrusion. Robbie also needed to pause because he was all too aware of the fact that he was close to the edge; one move, and he was likely to blast into the rubber. Carl was wonderfully tight; Robbie had almost forgotten the joys of having his prick enveloped in a warm, moist arsehole.
"Whenever you're ready, Car," Robbie said, looking up at a now relaxed sex partner.
Carl took a few experimental lifts, sinking back again onto Robbie's pole. "Hey, this is good."
Robbie twitched his penis, which had the effect of giving Carl even more stimulation. Carl's movements became more rapid as he grew in both confidence and desire.
"Do you want to change positions?" Robbie asked seeing Carl starting to tire; sweat was beginning to form, matting the ample pelt of Carl's chest hair.
Though it was a bit awkward, the two managed to remain connected as Robbie directed Carl into the doggy position. This allowed him to take over the thrusting, though as it was Carl's first time, Robbie kept his strokes gentle. He was not one for athletic sex anyway, preferring to build up slowly to climax.
Robbie managed to hit Carl's prostate on a few of his in-strokes, Carl feeling the wonderful jolts of pleasure shooting through him. Carl's dick, which had gone totally limp during Robbie's entry, and also for the first part of their joining, now stuck out proud and was beginning to leak copious amounts of pre-seminal fluid. Carl was really getting into it now. Robbie didn't need to ask how his lover was doing, because he could hear Carl's moans at the hitherto never experienced pleasures of man to man sex.
Feeling his balls beginning to retract; Robbie fought to try and defocus to put off his climax, but Carl was just too tight, too good a lover to put off the inevitable much longer. Reaching around, Robbie grasped Carl's dick. A few strokes later saw Carl orgasm all over the sheets. A second or two after his first spurt, Robbie too fell off the precipice. Robbie had heard people say that the earth had moved for them whilst making love, but he'd always thought it to be made up. However as he climaxed, Robbie felt something shift; he felt as though he'd somehow been elevated onto a higher plane, a new dimension of exquisite pleasure. Falling exhaustedly onto Carl's back, Robbie was drained, but was blissfully happy.
With Robbie's extra weight, plus the fact that he was still in the middle of experiencing the best orgasm he'd ever had, Carl's arms gave way, causing him to collapse onto the bed. Carl was simply unable to quantify the joy he'd experienced, it was beyond anything he'd ever witnessed.
The two remained still for a minute or so, as they waited for their heart rates to return to normal, not to mention needing time for their minds to come back down to Earth from their trip into sexual nirvana.
Robbie's wilted penis popped out of Carl's now fairly loose anus. He rolled off of Carl's back; Carl turned on his side and embraced his partner. Neither man spoke; they were still enjoying the afterglow of their union.
Carl eventually opened his eyes and saw his lovers green eyes staring back at him, a wonderful contented softness shining in them. He pulled Robbie's face towards him, and treated him to a slow, lazy, but very loving kiss.
Once their lips parted, Carl said, "Thank you Rob. It was, it was just so beautiful." He closed his eyes again and continued to hug Robbie close to him, basking in the warm pleasant feelings of total satisfaction.
Robbie always found the post-coital cuddle the best part of the lovemaking process. He snuggled into Carl's sweaty body, pushing himself down the bed a little, he began to lazily lick up some of the sweat on Carl's chest.
"Comfy?" Carl asked softly.
"Yeah," Robbie said removing his tongue. "You don't mind?"
In answer, Carl gently pushed Robbie's face back to his chest and began to stroke the back of his head. "I think it's great. Rob, thanks for, oh, I don't have the words, just thanks for loving me like that. I've never, I mean, it's like nothing else I've experienced. I just feel so loved."
"You are loved, Car. So much." Robbie gave Carl a squeeze.
"I know I am, and it's the most wonderful feeling in the world. But I'm also getting another feeling, one I can't ignore."
"Huh?"
"Need the toilet," Carl chuckled softly.
"Me too."
The pair stood up, Carl took Robbie's hand and they padded to the bathroom.
"Want me to leave?" Carl asked, remembering Robbie's difficulties about urinating in front of another man.
Robbie just smiled, aimed at the porcelain and began his stream, Carl soon joining him.
Once finished, Robbie asked, "Do you want a glass of champagne to celebrate?"
"Yeah, the bubbles always get up my nose, though."
"Yeah, me too," Robbie smiled at his lover. "You're not too uncomfortable down there?" he asked, pointing at Carl's anus.
"I think it'll be sore for a day or two. But a good kind of sore, you know?"
"Yeah, love, I know."
As the pair made their way back into the bedroom, the stereo, which had been playing softly the whole time, had just begun to play 'Evergreen'.
Love soft as an easy chair. Love fresh as the morning air. One love that is shared by two I have found with you.
Lifting the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket, Robbie handed it to Carl. "Try not to spill too much."
"Okay love, knowing you, it won't be the cheap stuff."
"No, I wanted the best, because you're the best."
Like a rose under the April snow, I was always certain love would grow. Love ageless and evergreen Seldom seen by two.
Removing the retaining wires, Carl peeled off the foil from the cork, and then he began to twist the bottle, the cork shooting out, going goodness knows where. Robbie had the glasses waiting to catch the stream.
The two lay back on the bed against a mound of pillows, alternately sipping at their drinks, and popping strawberries into one another's mouths. Whenever Carl's nose began to tingle due to the bubbles, Robbie would lean over and kiss it.
You and I will make each night a first, Every day a beginning. Spirits rise and their dance is unrehearsed. They warm and excite us Cause we have the brightest love. Two lights that shine as one. Morning glory and midnight sun Time we learned to sail above. Time won't change the meaning of one love. Ageless and ever Evergreen.
Once their glasses were drained, Carl turned to Robbie. "Will it always be like this?"
"If you mean the champagne, well, I can always get more of it."
"No, no, I mean, oh, I don't know, will it always be as good as this, because it's better, better than . . . . " Carl didn't think he ought to compare what he'd just done with his previous experiences.
Robbie knew what Carl had meant though. "It could get even better, sweetheart, once we really get to know what the other really likes. You know, practice makes perfect."
"It was pretty perfect. It felt just so, so right, like it should be. You know what I mean?"
"As Barbra sang when we came in, 'A feeling deep in your soul, says you are half now you're whole. No more hunger and thirst.'"
Carl nodded, "Yep, that's it. I never felt whole before."
"Do you now?"
Carl cupped Robbie's face in his hands and looked deep into his lover's eyes; Carl saw a man who he knew completed his existence, made him twice the person he was without him. "Yes, Rob, you make me whole." He then brought his face down to Robbie's and laid the gentlest of kisses on his lips. "I just wish we'd done it years ago. We've wasted so much time."
"I want to show you something." Robbie got up, reached into a wardrobe and got out a couple of dressing gowns. He put one on and handed the other to Carl.
"What?" Carl asked.
"Come with me," Robbie said holding out his hand. Leading Carl out of the room and along the landing, Robbie turned to face the door to the old nursery. Pushing it open, he lead Carl inside.
The room was dark, but the pair were able to make out Ben lying fast asleep on his back, the bedcovers all disarranged.
"This is why we waited, Car," Robbie whispered. "We needed this sleeping angel to bring us together. He was our catalyst, although we might be whole, he completes us."
Carl nodded.
"If we'd have got together back when we were young, Ben would never have been born."
Carl couldn't add anything to Robbie's words.
The two straightened out the bedclothes, then taking it in turns; they bent down and placed a soft kiss on Ben's forehead before leaving the room, closing the door softly behind them.
To be continued?
Author's note - Have you ever wondered why there are so many unfinished stories on Nifty? There is a small, but dedicated band of readers (about half a dozen in number) who write to me regularly about this story. But other than these kind people, I get so very little mail, so I'm left wondering if the public has lost interest.
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