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The characters in this story have names but they do not refere to anybody who has that name in reality. If your name appears, I apologise but as I do not know anybody of that name it is not you thatI am writing about!
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THE HOUSEHOLD PART TWENTY - ROMANTIC OR WHAT?
Peter and Roy drove up to William's place. When they opened the door they heard the sounds of Robbie and Daniel working William over upstairs.
"Hey Robbie!" they heard Daniel shouting, "William loves to drink piss"
"No way!" came the reply.
"Watch! William, turn around and drink my piss!"
Peter tugged Roy's sleeve.
"Hey Roy!" he whispered, "that sounds a bit heavy up there! Is there any chance that we might find somewhere to spend some time together?"
"Can you take a sick day tomorrow?"
"yeah!"
"Okay then, let's go stay in a hotel."
They got back into the car and started up the road. It was almost eleven in the evening so Roy got Peter to ring ahead to a place he knew outside Chester where he had stayed before. They booked in to arrive at about two in the morning. They stopped off early in the journey for something to eat at one of the motorway rests. Neither of them had eaten so they loaded up on food and sat down to eat it at a table near the car-park window. Roy paid with a credit card.
"Where did you get a credit card from?" Peter asked as his lover joined him at the table.
"It's William's!" Roy replied with an air of indifference.
"William's?" Peter asked, "he'll moan like fuck when he finds out you have it!"
"William's moaning doesn't worry me!" Roy replied, "when William moans I just slip out my lad, bend him over, ram it in and give him a good reason to moan! And boy does he moan!" Roy laughed.
"Byron told me about how you went off on him and seduced William. Tell me about how that all happened!"
"Well," Roy began as he looked nervously around to make sure that nobody else in the restaurant could hear. He was afraid they might be queer-bashed by a bunch of truckers in the car-park if anybody heard him. "When I was fourteen I started to get into trouble at home. William was friendly with my mother and I met him through her. Things got worse and I was taken into care, when I was there William was a great support. I sort of looked up to him like he was my old man or something. There was this other bloke in the hostel called Peter Farrell, he lives in Ireland now, have you ever watched a Bel-Ami Video?"
"Yeah!" Peter replied.
"Well Peter Farrell has Johann Paulik's head, no shitting, they're the fucking spit of each other, except Peter got involved in heroin and his body ended up in shite!"
"That's dreadful!"
"Anyway, Peter was selling his arse and he tried to introduce me to the game, but I wasn't into it at all. That's how I met Byron. So, when I met Byron I realised that he had some of William's characteristics and I began to think, hey maybe William's gay like Byron!"
"Byron and William have nothing in common!" Peter remarked.
"That's what you think! Both of them were in their early-thirties, they both lived alone, they both liked moaning, no matter what I did they both let me away with it all the time and both of them had an unhealthy interest in Peter Farrell!"
"Go on!"
"William suspected that I was up to no good and he started asking questions about Peter. He told me that some gay friend of his had seen Peter in a skin-flick. Anyway, I guessed at that point that William's gay friend was probably William himself watching Johann Paulik because Byron had also remarked on the similarity he had to Peter. So, I told William nothing! As I realised that both Byron and William had seen the same similarity it became obvious that they were both likely to be interested in Peter Farrell for the same reason. Peter looked like one of their wank fantasies! I knew this was true about Byron and I just guessed that it was possibly true about William. So that was like a second strand to give me some idea that William was bent. Then after my eighteenth birthday I was out of the hostel and I had nowhere to go. I stayed with Byron for about a year and all that time I helped him out with punishing the junkies and drop-outs that he brought home. All he asked of me was that I would find him fresh bottoms and all he ever wanted of me was my arse!"
"But he never got it!"
"Too fucking right the black pervert never got it! But he always wanted it! So, I began to realise that Byron let me away with everything I did because he wanted my hole and I figured that William was probably the same! Mostly because of the Johann Paulik question!"
"That was a bit of a risk wasn't it?"
"Yes and no! Just over two years ago Byron pissed me off and I left his place. I was on the streets and William let me stay in his place. I had a good bit of hash smoked so I was feeling relaxed when I arrived. I decided to give it a try but I wasn't going to let William in where no man has ever gone before, so, I was a bit rough with him and persuaded him to let me shaft him!"
"How did you get him to do it?" Peter asked.
"Well, it's hard to refuse to obey a bloke when you're lying on the floor with a size ten standing on your bollocks!" Roy laughed, "so, I got to fuck him! I was very rough with him because the only thing I knew about faggots having sex was what I had learned from Byron. But William enjoyed it and so did I!"
"What about us then?" Peter asked, "is sex between us going to be rough?"
"We have plenty of time to talk about that tomorrow! Eat up and let's go, it's getting late!"
When they arrived at the motel the night porter showed them to their room. It had a single and a double bed in it.
"Which bed's mine?" Peter asked with an innocent smile.
Roy looked over his shoulder.
"Get your kit off and don't ask stupid questions!" he snapped as he began to strip. Peter smiled and followed suit. When they were both naked they faced each other across the double bed. Roy picked up his boxers and threw them to Peter.
"Here!" he said, "put these on over your head!"
Peter looked at him in disbelief but he obeyed anyway. He put the boxers over his head so that his nose was poking through the slit.
"Now lie on the bed and wank for me!"
Peter lay down as instructed and began to pull himself.
"What are you thinking about?" Roy snapped.
"About you sir!" Peter replied as he pumped furiously on his tool.
"Tell me what we're doing!"
"You're lying between my legs and sucking my dick!"
"Would you like that?"
"Yes I would!"
"Stop wanking then and put the boxers on you normally!"
Peter pulled the boxers off his head and sat up on the bed. He pulled them over his ankles and then lay back and arched his back as he pulled them up,
"Are you getting off on having my boxers on you?" Roy asked.
Peter nodded in response.
"Pervert!"
Roy took his dick in his hand and waved it at Peter. Peter looked him in the eye as Roy's fingers slipped inside his boxers, gently sliding them down the sides of Peter's hips to expose the tip of his hard pole. Roy gently moved the dick, so that it popped above his elastic exposing the pulsing head. Then he pulled the boxers down completely and began to massage Peter's dick with his open hand.
Peter closed his eyes as Roy moved down on him. He opened his mouth and jabbed his tongue toward Peter's knob. Peter shook as Roy licked this most intimate part of his body. He teased Peter, kissing and licking, but not sucking --just yet. Then Roy moved his tongue off Peter's dick and paused. Peter gave no visible response, other than to lie his head back and close his eyes.
Roy bent back down and gently took the wet tool back into his mouth. He rolled it around his mouth and massaged it with his tongue then he swallowed the whole thing. Peter moaned at the pleasure Roy was able to give him. Roy alternated his sucking to help Peter achieve the maximum amount of pleasure. He withdrew his mouth from Peter's stiff rod and then took it again into his mouth. Peter's dick stuck high into the air as Roy sucked it sensually. Peter moved his hand down and placed it on the back of Roy's head. Within a few more seconds his dick was pounding the back of Roy's mouth with burst after burst of semen. But Roy didn't swallow. When Peter was done, Roy picked him up and pulled the boxers off his completely, then he spat Peter's cum into the material.
When he had done this he cast the shorts aside and straddled Peter. His huge dick swung into the air at full erection. It dripped. Slowly he spread Peter's legs apart with his own and, without further ado, he began to force his dick up Peter's hole. He took his time, not wanting to inflict more pain than was inevitable. Soon, in spite of Peter's protests, Roy was inside. His body hovered over Peter's, his body tightened in anticipation of filling Peter's arse with cum. Roy rocked his hips gently, sending waves of pleasure through Peter's body. Slowly Roy continued his rocking, gently fucking the young man beneath him. He felt more powerful with Peter than he had ever felt with William; his chest rose with each thrust of his huge, hard dick.
Roy began to increase the speed of his thrusts as he rammed his rod between the hard mounds of Peter's arse. After five minutes he felt his dick beginning to spew so he pulled out immediately and grabbed his shorts from where they lay by the bed. Roy panted and moaned as he shot his juices into the boxer shorts. He cleaned his dick on the material and then threw the shorts across the room so they landed on the radiator.
Peter grabbed Roy's shoulder and immediately pulled him towards his as he said "Thank you, Roy. I offer myself to your service as a full time bottom!"
Roy grinned. His bizarre idea for making Peter a bottom had worked. Meeting Byron would give Peter a taste of how unpleasant life could be with the wrong top, faced with a choice between Byron and Roy, Roy knew that Peter would choose him - and he did!
"Okay Peter, spread them again, old Taz is going to sleep in there tonight!"
Peter lay on his side and lifted his leg. Roy moved back into position behind him and slipped his dick up Peter's hole. Peter lowered his leg and imprisoned Taz within his hole, Roy nuzzled up behind his new boyfriend and fell asleep with his dick embedded where it liked to be most!
Peter woke at eight, he rang his boss on Roy's mobile and felt Taz stirring within his arse as he spoke. When he hung up Roy was shafting him again.
"Good morning lover!" Roy cooed as he thrust in and out.
"Good morning!" Peter replied.
"Today is going to be a good day!" Roy said as he slid gently in and out. Peter closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride.
When Roy had shot up his arse, he pulled out and Peter went to have a shower. When he returned Roy was still half-asleep on the bed. He was lying on his back with his bloated dick lying across his thigh. Peter reached for his boxers to pull them on.
"No!" Roy instructed without opening his eyes, "I'm wearing those today!"
"Am I to go commando?" Peter asked.
"No!" said Roy pointing to the radiator, "you can wear mine!"
"But they're covered in gyp!" Peter protested.
"It will remind you of your new station in life! Wear them!"
Peter went over and picked up the scrunched up boxers. The hardened stains cracked a bit as he opened the shorts out. They felt particularly bad against his fresh clean skin. But the raunchy feel was exciting too so he didn't object. Roy got up and showered. They dressed and Roy paid for the room with William's credit card - then they left for a day-trip to the country.
They drove into Chester first of all and spent the entire morning wandering around the shops. Roy persuaded Peter to get his ear pierced that day. He chose a little silver stud in the form of the letter A for the job.
"Why A?" Peter asked.
"A is for Roy! It shows you belong to me!"
"That's fucking cheeky!" Peter said, "you get me to get my ear pierced to show that I'm your possession?"
"If I had my way it would be your lad that got pierced!" Roy remarked casually.
"Fuck off!" Peter drawled in total disbelief.
"Don't dismiss the idea so quickly, you might like to get it done for our first anniversary!"
"Would you get it done?"
"Byron did it to me three years ago!"
"And where's it now?"
"I rarely wear it!"
"I'd like to see it!" Peter said.
"Maybe you will - maybe you won't. I'm hungry let's get lunch!"
They ate in McDonalds and then returned to the car.
"I'd like to go for a walk in the country!" Roy suggested.
"Sounds great!" Peter replied as they drove off to head back home.
Further up the road they found a forest so they parked the car. They wandered slowly through the forest, which was beautiful in the late afternoon sunshine, until they came to a stream.
"Let's swim!" Peter suggested.
Roy looked at him in disbelief. "It'll be fucking freezing!"
"Come on, there's nobody around we can go skinny dipping!"
Peter quickly stripped and dived into the cold water of the river. Roy looked on in total bemusement.
"Come on in! The water's lovely!" Peter called as he splashed around.
"You're fucking crazy!" Roy said as he began to strip. When he was totally stripped in jumped into the water and the two of them began to wrestle in the cold stream. Roy looked down.
"Your dick has shrivelled with the cold!" he remarked.
"So has yours!" Peter retorted.
Just then they heard voices. They stopped waist deep in the water as they saw an elderly couple walk by on a forest path on the far side of the stream. The boys could just see their heads above the bushes. The man looked over and waved. The two embarrassed lads waved back.
"Fuck that!" Roy said as the couple moved out of sight. He waded to the bank and retrieved their boxers. "Here. Put these back on!" he ordered Peter, "those old folk might report us to the forester and we'll be done for indecent exposure!"
They redressed below the water line and returned to their swimming. About five minutes later a voice called them from the path on the side of the bank.
"Hey you two, no swimming allowed!"
They looked up and saw a stern looking man on the far bank.
"Sorry sir!" Roy chirped, "we didn't know we couldn't swim here!"
"Well you can't so get out of the water!"
The two obeyed immediately and waded back to where they had left their clothes on the bank. They were thankful that they had the good sense to put their boxers back on. When they got out Roy called back to the man.
"Is it okay if we sit here until we dry off?"
"Sure!" the man replied, "just stay out of the water, there's pike in that stream and they could bite your toes off!"
"Or something else!" Roy shouted.
The man laughed - "that's right boys, these fish aren't too choosey, just stay out of the water, okay?"
"No problem!" the two replied in unison.
"Pair of daft little buggers!" the man said loudly as he turned and walked away.
They lay back on the grassy bank in the sunshine.
"Turn onto your side" Roy instructed and Peter obeyed. He pulled to the left a little as he turned and lay on his side, his back to Roy. He could feel Roy's dick pressed and jabbed the material of the boxers into the crack of his arse. He shifted his position slightly and tried to pull down his wet boxers..
"Stay as you were," Roy whispered tenderly, "lie still! This daft little bugger wants to bugger you!"
Peter felt Taz sliding between his legs, sliding it slowly in and out, fucking the crack. Peter didn't want this to end. At least not yet. He was about to say something to this effect when Roy stopped.
"Lie on your back with your head towards the river," he said quietly. Peter shuffled into that position and lay looking at Roy who was now pulling the left leg of his wet boxers loose.
"Now Peter," said Roy. "I've just got to grease your dick. This is going to be fucking great!"
Roy pulled Peter's dick through the slit of the boxer shorts. Peter felt him rubbing some kind grease on his dick, smearing it on as he slid back Peter's foreskin and then squatted down. He took Peter's dick and slid it inside the leg of his boxers so that it made contact with his hole. Peter realised that Roy was about to let him fuck him.
"Isn't this a bit dangerous?" Peter asked, "I don't want my name in the newspapers!"
"relax!" Roy replied, "I can see the path from where I'm sitting, if anybody comes by we'll separate!"
"I thought you didn't take it up the arse?" he said
"I don't!" Roy replied, "in fact, Last weekend was the first time anybody ever managed to get inside me!"
"Really?"
"Yeah! But to seal our relationship I want you to have one go at my arse!"
Then he began pressing his sphincter hard against Peter's knob. Slowly at first, very slowly, and then plop! In went the head followed by the shaft of Peter's not insubstantial dick.
"That's fucking beautiful, Peter. That dick of yours is so fucking big. It would be a shame to have a dick like that and be a bottom all the time!"
He began raising himself up and down, riding Peter's dick. The tight grip of his arse held Peter's dick like a vice.
"There you go Peter boy! Fuck me! Fuck your new daddy! Keep riding my fucking arsehole."
Peter looked up lovingly as Roy rode his dick. He watched Roy's dick swing up and down slapping against his belly.
Peter took Roy's hips and bounced the lithe man up and down his shaft. He could tell Roy's ride might be coming to an end - after all he was going to cum in an end as well - Roy bent over and thrust his tongue between Peter's lips and down his throat. It was all action. Without releasing his dick from its pleasurable task of penetrating Roy's body he levered Peter pulled his lover off his face and smiled. But not for long. His dick was sliding in and out of Roy's arse, leaving it completely before sliding back into the warm hole again. Suddenly he felt a load rising in his balls, he was close to cumming,
"Fuck it Roy! I'm cumming!" he screamed.
"I'm cumming too!" Roy panted, "don't stop fucking me. Keep your dick in me big boy!"
Peter took the base of his dick in his hand and jerked it twice before his load was pumped from his balls and flowed straight from his knob into Roy's clenching arse.
"Oh That was good. You were great Peter!"
"I never expected sex in the open to be anything like as good as this" panted Peter.
"That's just part of it," panted Roy, "The risk is as much fun as the sex! We'll be doing things like this regularly from now on!"
At six o'clock they hit the road again to go home. When they arrived they parked the car at William's house and then went back to the city centre for a drink. They wanted to toast their new romance!
"So?" Roy asked, "would you like your top to be like Byron or like me?"
"That's one question you don't need to ask!" Peter replied with a smile.
"Did you enjoy your day?"
"I did, particularly the swim!"
"What was so great about the swim?"
"It washed the boxers I was wearing!"
Roy laughed - "Wait until I get you home!"