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"The Housekeeper" part 13
I was about halfway through an average morning at work when there was a knock on my office door
"Come in" I called and James entered with my coffee.
"Richard do you think I could talk to you" he asked.
"Of course" I replied, "Take a seat"
He remained standing as he said, "It isn't about work, could we talk somewhere else"
"Of course we can, let's both take the same lunch break and go to the coffee bar on London Road" I told him, "About one suit you?"
As he left I wondered what was on his mind, I had noticed that he had been rather quiet for a few days.
We walked the short distance to 'El Bamba' where I ordered two baguettes and two cappuccinos and we sat at a small table in a corner.
I waited for James to speak but he seemed rather unsure of himself so to give him an opening I said, "Is this to do with you and Martin?"
He nodded but didn't speak.
"I hope you haven't fallen out" I continued.
"Well not exactly.........but something is wrong......and I don't know what it is"
"Perhaps you better start at the beginning and say what is on your mind" I told him.
"Nothing has actually happened, we are still together, we do things together, we make love, but something is missing" said James and then paused.
"When we make love it is almost mechanical, it is only in the last few seconds that there is any fire in what we are doing, I think Martin is losing interest in me"
"Have you spoken to Martin about this" I asked him.
"I'm scared to in case he drops me completely, I might be wrong and then it could spoil everything, he might think I've fallen out of love I just don't know what to do"
I took a sip of my coffee and a bite of my baguette and thought.
"Can you get hold of Martin now" I asked.
"I could ring him on his mobile; he usually has lunch just after one" said James.
"Right, call him and tell him the two of you are having supper with us tonight" I said.
James called Martin and we finished our lunch and returned to the office and I phoned Kevin to put him in the picture and ask if he could manage a meal for four.
"Of course I can, we have to do something for those guys if we can" he replied.
As we drove home the two of us made our plans.
James and Martin arrived just after six thirty and they were hardly in the door when Kevin said, "I have just made a 'Creme Brulee' and used up all the milk, James do you fancy a walk down to the store to get some more"
Martin got up to go with them but Kevin said, "Martin why don't you stay and keep the old guy company, he might get lonely, we will only be five minutes or so."
"If I have any more of that 'old guy' business you will be sleeping in the guest room tonight" I said as I bumped Kevin on the back of the head.
"There, that's proof he is getting old, he is all sensitive" said Kevin as he darted out of the door closely followed by James.
Once the door closed I gave Martin a drink and said, "I've seen you looking happier, is everything OK?"
"Yes, perfect......no, that's a lie, I love James more than I have loved anyone but,.......I feel I'm being smothered, we do everything together, we get up and go to the bathroom together, we breakfast together, we come home and eat together, we sit together we go to bed together. I sometimes get the feeling I would like to do something alone"
"I can understand that; Kevin and I get like that sometimes so he goes to visit his Dad, but a few hours apart and we can't wait to be together again" I told him
"I rarely see my old friends now and I never go to a football match, I was always at 'The Saints' matches both at 'The Dell' and more recently at 'St.Mary's' but I know James isn't keen on soccer so I don't go" said Martin.
(The Saints is the nickname of Premier League soccer team, Southampton, The Dell is their old stadium and St.Marys the new stadium)
"Have you ever asked him if he would mind you going alone" I asked Martin.
"No, I'm scared he might think I'm losing interest in him"
"I'm sure he wouldn't think that, he will understand that you can't live in each others pockets, there maybe something he wants to do, Martin you must talk to James about this bring it into the open" I said.
"What must he talk to me about" said James as he and Kevin came through the door.
"Ah, we have been caught" I said. "Look you two, Kevin and I set you up, that is why he suddenly needed some milk"
Martin looked from me to Kevin to James and back to me again.
"Supper will be another thirty minutes so I think you two guys need to talk and be honest with each other, James you told me today that you love Martin, and Martin you have just told me that you love James more than anyone. Go into the lounge; get yourself a drink and talk
"We don't want to see you until this is sorted out" said Kevin as he pushed them through the door and closed it.
"Can you hold things for half an hour?" I asked Kevin.
"Of course I can, especially if I can hold this for half an hour" he said as he pulled me close and started stroking me just below waist level.
During the next twenty minutes Kevin and I took turns at stirring the pots on the cooker as we stirred each other, in fact we were so deep in a kiss that we didn't hear the door open.
"Look at this Martin" said James, "This is the real reason they sent us into the other room"
"Are you guys going to try to tell us that you weren't doing the same" said Kevin.
"Well maybe just a little, it is eleven hours since we last had sex" said Martin.
"So, what is the verdict, have you sorted things out" I asked.
"We think we have" said Martin, "We were both getting a little claustrophobic but neither of us wanted to mention it, we have decided that we are going to have at least one evening apart each week"
"I'm sure if you do that you will love each other even more" said Kevin.
"We have decided to start on Saturday; Kevin, when did you last watch the 'Saints'?""
said James, "Why don't you and Martin go to the match on Saturday, and I will take your boyfriend to the 'Mayflower' to see 'Joseph' "
"That's brilliant" replied Kevin, "I don't think I have watched a match this season, I don't want to seem stupid but who is Joseph?"
"Kevin you are showing your ignorance, James means 'Joseph and his Technicolour Dreamcoat" it is on at the 'Mayflower Theatre' this week, I saw it in London when it first came out" I told him.
"Don't feel to bad Kevin" said Martin, "I was just going to ask the same thing, do you know I have lived in Southampton all my life and I have never been to the Mayflower"
"Right that seems like a good plan" I said, "If we are out of the theatre early enough we could all meet up for a drink, do you mind me going out with your boyfriend Martin?"
"Yes that's OK, I was getting a bit fed up with him anyway, help yourself" Martin replied as he darted out of the kitchen with James in hot pursuit.
They returned in each others arms just as Kevin put the meal on the table.
When the meal was over our guests left and once we had tidied up Kevin and I settled on the couch. We started to watch TV but it wasn't long before our hands started wandering, then our lips met then our bodies. We slowly reached the point where Kevin whispered "I need to make love, do you know anyone who could help me?"
"It's getting a bit late but we could pop down to the 'London Hotel' maybe one of the old queens fancies a nice young chicken" I said with a smile.
"You really are a rotten sod" said Kevin, "For that I think I will go to the bathroom and make love to Mrs.Palm and her five daughters."
"Go on then" I said, as I laughed.
"I think I could get to hate you" said Kevin as he gripped me in a headlock.
"Hey, stop" I shouted.
"Oh sorry, am I hurting you?" asked my boyfriend.
"No, not really, but I would rather use the energy making love to my cute young man" I said.
It only took minutes to check the doors and the lights and then perform our nightly ablutions and we met in the middle of our king sized bed.
We both knew that the other didn't just want sex, we both wanted to make love so we started very slowly.
During our time together I had got to know all of the most sensitive spots on Kevin's body and he mine, so for thirty minutes we teased each other using our hands and tongues. It wasn't until I met Kevin that I discovered how sexy blowing into your partner's ear can be. Making love to my partner was always good, but tonight I had the feeling it was going to be excellent. I think part of the reason was that we realised that we had helped our friends to resolve their problem, and that gave us a good feeling.
The guy that I loved so much was lying between my parted legs as he suckled on my nipples. Every so often the tip of his cock touched my ball sack and my cock was crushed between our bellies and I knew that if we didn't connect up very soon I was going to lose my deposit.
I lifted my legs even higher which brought my yearning opening in line with my lover's weapon. Without a word being said Kevin reached for the KY although he was producing so much precum I think we could have gone bareback. After pushing a little into my hole I felt him cover his hard flesh then it was touching my backdoor and sliding gently inside.
We didn't need sex to show our love but it certainly helped, and the feel of the man I loved inside me was the most wonderful thing I knew. The climax of this beautiful thing was when we both peaked and he gave me the thing that I treasured most, his love. That is what he did just a few minutes later.
I was in heaven, the person that I loved more than anyone else was buried deep inside me having just bathed my love tunnel with his juice. It always took a long time for Kevin to lose his erection so we lay there joined together. What more could a man want.
The two of us had spent a very pleasant Saturday alone, perfectly happy with each other's company. It was just after nine when Kevin suggested we walk to the 'London Hotel' for a drink. We didn't bother to change as we didn't intend staying out late.
We were becoming quite well-known in the bar and several guys addressed us by name. All of the tables were taken so we stood at the bar with our arms around each other's waists. There were two guys next to us in a similar position and suddenly the one with his back to us moved and caused Kevin to spill a little of his beer.
"I'm really sorry Mate" said the guy, "Let me get you another"
Kevin was busy mopping the front of his shirt but looked up as the guy spoke.
"Ian" he exclaimed, just as the other guy said "Kevin.
They obviously knew each other and another thing was very clear by the expression on their faces, neither of them expected to meet the other in a gay bar.
To Be Continued.
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