We Met at the Y

We Met at Y By Adam Stewart

My name is Justin and I am twenty four years old. I was raised as an only child in a small town in Hertfordshire where my parents still live. I had a happy childhood but during my pubescent years realised I was different to my fellow school friends. They liked being with girls whereas I preferred being with boys. It wasn't until I was older that I realised I was a homosexual which is illegal and I'd read about those who'd been caught having a sexual relationship with those of the same sex which had resulted in imprisonment.

I'd always loved maths so when I left school at the age of sixteen, I obtained a job as a bank teller at our local bank. Two years ago I was offered the chance to move to a larger branch in London, in Moorgate to be precise, so that's where I now work having left home and rented a bedsit in Hackney.

It's now 1960 so homosexuality is still illegal although there are signs that perhaps at some point in the future it will be legalised. As such guys like me have to tread very carefully and not give any indication to anyone, especially your employer, that you're one of those' and certainly not my parents since I wasn't sure they'd understand why they managed to produce a queer'.

My problem is that I'm a very shy guy so find it hard to make friends. That's why when Michael joined the branch where I work my heart lifted; he too is a bank teller and had moved from a small branch out in the sticks. When my manager asked me to take Michael under my wing and show him our routines, I could hardly speak. The guy was beautiful and a shiver of sexual excitement shot through my whole body. I later found out he was three years younger than me.

"Hi, I'm Justin" I managed to say once the manager had left us alone.

"Michael; pleased to meet you." He then moved closer to me and whispered "I like your suit, it's very sexy."

I couldn't believe my ears. I felt my face go red as I grinned. It was of course a requirement when working in a bank that you had to wear a smart dark suit, white shirt and a tie. Nothing flamboyant of course but I did manage to find a suit which fitted my slim body like a glove which emphasised my attributes.

Every branch had its own way of doing things so when you moved to a new one you had to learn their particular systems. I was known as a stickler for keeping to the correct system and my colleagues often commented on it, some even calling me a `fussy queen'. Had they but known how near the truth they were! I'd always been a tidy poof at home, which pleased my mother but often annoyed my father when I commented on things he left lying about or the untidy state of the garage where he kept the garden tools. My bedsit was always spotless and tidy to the extreme but it was the way I liked to live so I didn't care a fuck what other people thought.

As I showed Michael the routines I wondered whether he was the same. He certainly concentrated intently as I went through things and I noticed his writing was immaculate like mine. I'd been taught to write perfectly and to form every letter. My teacher had never allowed sloppy writing but it suited my temperament which went down well with her but not with my colleagues in the class who always bullied me for being the teacher's pet and being a poof. I never made friends, apart from one boy who thinking back was like me since we got on well together, so spent hours on my own. I hated sports such as cricket and football but I loved swimming and my slim body glided through the water like a fish so I always did well in swimming contests.

"I like to make sure everything is done correctly using the right procedure" I commented as I showed him one particular routine.

"So do I" he whispered, "I think we're alike".

`Yeah, I wonder if we are; I so hope so' I told myself. Each time I showed him something he moved closer and I could feel the heat of his beautiful body. I was itching to touch him and several times moved my hand away to avoid temptation. Suddenly he asked a question about a particular form and reached across for it. Our hands touched and I silently gasped. He seemed to hold his hand on mine for a moment instead of moving it away but perhaps I was imagining it or making more of it than I should. Either way it caused a reaction down below which was not a good idea with my tight trousers.

"My last manager was a sloppy bugger but I understand the manager here is very keen on customer service" he commented.

I said he was and that he prided himself on his team providing a personal service to all customers.

"That's how I like it; the customer is king and we're their servants" he said. I knew immediately that we were going to get on well and perhaps for once I had a true friend because most of the other staff looked on me as a freak that had this obsession with doing things correctly. Fortunately the manager felt the same way so appreciated what I did to meet his standards.

"What do people do for lunch?" Michael asked when it was near our time to take our break. I said that some went to a local café but I always brought sandwiches as it was cheaper. Tellers were not paid that amount so I had to go carefully with money. "Suits me, I'll do the same in future but today will have to buy something; any idea where I can go?"

I said I knew a small café nearby where he could buy a sandwich and we could sit in Finsbury Circus to eat them as the weather was warm.

"Sounds wonderful" he replied excitedly.

"You're the new boy" one of my colleagues commented somewhat disparagingly as we made our way to lunch. I didn't like the guy who was a prig and from all accounts was not that good at his job but somehow managed to keep his manager happy. Had he been a member of my team, my manager would have booted him out long ago.

"Yes I am; is that a problem?" Michael replied defiantly. I admired him for standing up to the guy who was not used to others answering back.

"Oh well you've got Mr Perfect teaching you."

"Good, I like to be shown what to do by the best."

The guy scowled at Michael and then me as I hastily made our way out.

"That guy is a prick" I commented once outside. Michael chuckled at my use of word which once I'd said it wondered whether he would disapprove.

He purchased his sandwich plus a drink and we made our way to Finsbury Circus just round the corner. We found an empty bench and sat down to eat our lunch. As we ate we talked about our families and life to date. He'd been raised in a small village in Kent and from all accounts not had a particularly happy childhood. He had one elder brother who he didn't get on with and a father who bullied him so he left home as soon as he could.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" he suddenly asked.

This was always the question I dreaded being asked. Depending on the situation I sometimes lied and said I did but most of the time I said I didn't. With Michael I wanted to be truthful.

"No, do you?"

"Nope; to be honest I've never got on with girls that well so tend to steer clear."

My heart started to thump. Did that mean he was like me or was my mind going into fantasy mode and hoping he was?

"Yeah, same here" I replied casually and bit into my sandwich.

Michael spent the rest of the day shadowing me whilst I served customers and having him right beside me made me so happy but I knew the time would come when he'd have to man a customer service point on his own. I just hoped it would be near me.

The next morning my manager asked how Michael was getting on and I gave him a glowing report.

"Is he ready to start serving customers on his own do you think?"

I replied that he was but suggested he be placed alongside me so that if he had any queries he could ask me without disrupting the customer service. My manager thought that an excellent idea so moved the normal teller who worked beside me, much to his annoyance, and installed Michael in his place.

For the next few weeks this was how we worked until Michael was a fully fledged teller. Fortunately the manager let him continue working next to me which inevitably caused a few comments from other staff.

"Like two peas in a pod" one guy commented.

"More like two poofs in a pod" another particularly spiteful guy said but Michael just ignored it as did I, knowing how important it was not to give any indication that I was homosexual or him for that matter, assuming he was. Each day I went home wondering and trying to work out how I could determine the fact. When lying on my bed I'd mentally strip him and imagine how his naked body looked and what it would be like being in bed with him. To date I'd never had sex with another man, or woman for that matter, so had to satisfy myself each night by jerking myself off. At times I felt so alone and wished there were others like me who I could meet and talk to but knew the dangers of doing so.

As I mentioned earlier, I loved swimming so one thing I did on a regular basis was go to Y which had a gym and swimming pool. I never used the gym but I loved the pool, especially since you had to swim naked because it was considered more hygienic to do so. As such they had all male sessions so you'd strip naked and make you way to the pool along with all the other guys. I did my best not to stare at other beautiful naked men but it was hard not to on some occasions. I occasionally noticed other guys looking at me and wondered whether they too were gay like me but nobody dared make any sign or recognition of the fact. Even so, it kept my libido going and once home I'd jerk myself off thinking about the guys I'd seen.

I'd make a point of going to Y at least once a week and often twice because I loved the thrill of swimming and of course seeing lots of stark naked guys. Okay some were not particularly good looking, but sufficient were to make it all worthwhile.

Then one day I saw the man of my dreams walk in. It was Michael. My heart stopped beating for a moment as I watched him walk in, dive into the pool and swim like a fish to the other end. I watched his naked butt glide through the water and suddenly realised my organ was reacting so quickly turned my mind to another topic far away from sex, which generally did the trick.

When I turned to see where he was, I saw him walking towards me. My first thought was to walk away as if I'd not seen him but then he smiled at me so I couldn't walk away. Instead I let him do the talking. I'd lusted over him for the past few weeks at work and now here he was standing stark naked right in front of me. No longer did I have to mentally strip him because I now had the real thing so tried to place a photographic image of him in my mind.

"Hi Justin, are you into swimming too?"

I stammered that I loved swimming and came to Y every week.

"That's great; I've only just found the place and I love swimming; used to hate all other sports at school but loved swimming." I said I was the same and he grinned. "We're so alike; it's amazing; perhaps we can come here together in future."

I said that would be great although I wasn't sure it was a good idea seeing how my body reacted on seeing his. He was like a Greek Adonis. Everything was perfect. Like me he had a smooth body with a line of light hair leading down to his pubic region and he had a big cock, also like mine. For a moment I couldn't take my eyes off it and when I looked up I noticed he was looking at mine.

Surely not', I said under my breath, he can't be gay like me, can he?'

After our swim we went to have a cup of tea together and talked. The more I got to know about Michael the more I fell in love with him but still we'd not raised the skeleton in the cupboard.

I'd heard about private clubs in London where gays met but I couldn't afford them so Y was the only place where I could admire naked guys and imagine doing things with them. Such activity often caused my cock to become excited but I did my best to hide it. In any event, I wasn't the only guy who had such a reaction so generally it wasn't a problem unless I became fully erect in which case I'd jump in the pool to cool down my ardour.

Michael and I went to Y twice a week and the more we did so the more I was convinced he too was gay but still we'd not said anything to each other. After our swim we'd go and have a cup of tea together and enjoy each other's company before making our way home. I'd return to my bedsit in Hackney and he'd go to his in the Mile End Road.

"I really like you Justin" he said one day whilst we were drinking our tea, "and I'd like to be more than just a work colleague; I'd like us to be friends outside of work if you're willing."

My heart jumped with excitement; of course I wanted to be friends with him but had never had the nerve to ask him. "Yeah, I'd like that; I'd like that very much" I replied excitedly.

"In that case how about we go out for a meal one evening after work; nothing fancy because I can't afford that, and then perhaps go for a drink somewhere."

I said I'd love to do that so we arranged we'd go on the Friday evening since neither of us were working on the Saturday morning that weekend.

Michael said he knew a good fish restaurant near where he lived so that's where we went after work on the Friday evening. It was good and reasonably cheap plus they did a wicked cod and chips which was my favourite. After the meal he suggested we have a drink at a nearby pub. It was full of heterosexual guys having their pint of beer, laughing and joking as they swilled pint after pint. I wasn't a beer drinker so ordered a cider and noted that Michael opted for a lager.

"I'm not keen on beer" I commented as I gave him his drink.

"Neither am I; we're so much alike" he smiled. `I wonder' I thought as I sipped my cider.

A group of guys nearby became very boisterous and started making comments about a girl the other side of the bar. The banter included all the usual remarks about the girl's body, her clothes and how much they'd like to get their dipsticks in her. Michael and I looked on with disgust and raised our eyebrows as the comments became cruder.

"Come on let's get out of here" Michael said once we'd finished our drinks. I agreed so followed him outside. "I so hate it when I hear guys like that."

"So do I, it makes me cringe."

"We are so very much alike Justin" he commented again.

"Are we" I replied wondering whether to bite the bullet and tell him what I was and how I felt about him.

"Do you fancy coming back to my place; it's not far from here." My heart skipped a beat and said I'd love to before wondering whether I'd been too enthusiastic but he didn't seem to notice. We walked in silence for a while before he stopped and looked at me.

"Could I ask you something Justin, and before you answer I want you to know that whatever your answer it won't make any difference to our friendship and I will keep it confidential." I nodded guessing what he was going to ask. "Are you gay, because I am?"

"Yes" I replied without hesitation and smiled at him.

"That is fucking fantastic, I so hoped you were but be assured I won't tell a soul and assume you won't say anything about me."

"Of course not; we're both aware of the consequences if it gets out."

"Too fucking true; I hope to god at some time in the future homosexuality will be legalised, it's fucking ridiculous two men can't love or have a relationship with one another." I agreed wholeheartedly as we continued our way.

Michael's bedsit was smaller than mine but it was clean and tidy which was another similarity between us. Once inside he drew the curtains to stop nosey neighbours peering in and moved up to me.

"Can I kiss you?"

I nodded feeling my body react as usual. We brought our lips together and they touched. It was the most wonderful feeling I'd ever experienced. I felt his mouth open and wrap around mine. I opened it and felt his tongue probe inside. My body went into automatic mode and for the next few minutes we kissed as if we'd done so on many previous occasions. My cock was now rock hard and I wondered whether his was too. As we kissed I reached down to feel. He let out a long satisfied sigh as my hand felt his cock which was as hard as mine. He felt mine and I too emitted a long sigh of approval as we kissed. I lost all sense of time but it seemed the kiss went on for eternity. When it finally ended we looked into each other's eyes.

"Oh god, I've wanted to do that from the moment I first met you Justin."

"Same here and I prayed each night you'd be gay like me."

"I did more than that" he laughed, "I jerked myself off each night thinking about your naked body and how wonderful it would be to have it close to me and caress it."

"Same here" I laughed, "I still can't believe we're both gay".

"You want me to prove it" he giggled as he moved me to the bed and slowly undressed me. As he did so I undressed him until we were both naked. Our cocks were standing up like flagpoles. Suddenly he dropped down in front of me and took mine into his mouth. I gasped as his hot lips surrounded it and he sucked it's length. I could tell he'd done this before and wondered who the lucky bugger had been. As he sucked he looked up and grinned. I could tell he was enjoying it. He continued sucking until I'd climaxed and swallowed every drop. When he'd drained me dry he stood up and kissed me.

"You taste wonderful"

"Thanks, you're first person to suck me off, it was beautiful."

"You're joking, didn't you do anything at school with guys?"

"Nope; most of my school mates would have thumped me had I done that or suggested they did it to me. I only had one friend who I thought was like me but we were both too shy to do anything." I asked if he wanted me to suck him off but he said later.

"Let's have a drink; do you like whiskey?"

I'd never tried it but agreed to do so and watched him pour two generous glasses. We lay on the bed sipping them enjoying each other's nakedness as we chatted.

"You will stay the night won't you" he said after a while. I agreed and felt my body shiver with excitement. I'd never slept with anyone before, let alone an Adonis like Michael.

When we'd finished our drinks we kissed again. It was just as passionate as the first one and caused the same feeling of excitement throughout my body. By the time we'd stopped, I was lying on top of him. I worked my way down his torso licking it as I went. First his nipples which stood out like two little peaks on his beautiful chest. As I licked he groaned with pleasure clearly enjoying what I was doing. I'd often tweaked my own nipples when in a sexually excited state so guessed what it felt like to have someone do it for you.

I slowly licked down his body and followed the line of hair that led to his cock which by now was jumping up and down with excitement. I took the big head into my mouth and sucked. It was my first experience of sucking cock and I was scared of catching my teeth on his sensitive head. I licked inside his foreskin and sucked the naked head. He gasped and groaned as I'd done which made me feel good. As I sucked I rolled his large balls between my fingers. I'd noticed at Y how large they were hanging down in their ball sacs. To have them in my hand feeling and kneading them was just wonderful. As I continued sucking his cock he lifted his knees and opened them wide. Without thinking I moved a finger across his entrance. He again gasped and groaned enjoying what I was doing. I increased the pace of suck conscious that his body was jumping up and down so guessed he was reaching his climax. I so wanted to taste him so kept sucking until he suddenly yelled "Ah fuck" and released his creamy load of cum. I continued sucking and felt ribbon after ribbon of cum shoot into my mouth. It was the most wonderful feeling and taste I'd ever experienced.

"Oh fuck, that was wonderful" he exclaimed once I'd released his cock and looked up at him. He pulled me onto his body and we kissed yet again rubbing our still excited cocks together.

"That was beautiful" I said once we'd stopped kissing.

"It was fantastic; thank you so much Justin; I've dreamt of us doing this ever since we first met." I agreed because I had too. "How the fuck people can say what we're doing is disgusting and illegal beats me; what the fuck is so wrong about two guys making love with each other?" It was a question I'd frequently asked myself but couldn't answer.

We lay together talking about each other's life to date and Michael told me more about his unhappy childhood. By the sound of things his father was a complete bully and made life intolerable for him yet his older brother seemed to be the perfect son in his father's eyes. Consequently Michael not only hated his father but his brother too.

"I'm so sorry; it must have been very difficult for you. Perhaps I was lucky being an only child despite the loneliness."

"Yeah well, we've got each other now. I really like you Justin; you will be my friend won't you."

"Of course I will; I like you too, especially now I know we're both gay. I've yearned to find someone like me to have as a friend."

"And have sex with" he giggled.

"Yeah that too, although I'm not very experienced in that department"

"You can certainly suck cock okay so I'm sure we can move onto other things later."

I grinned guessing what he had in mind but for the moment I was more than happy just to feel his naked body up close to mine and suck each other off.

We eventually settled down for the night and snuggled up against each other. Michael said he always slept naked and so did I which was yet another similarity between us so it was natural for me to do so. When I turned over to go to sleep I felt him move up behind me and hold me tight. It felt wonderful and I wished it could be like this every night.

The following morning we kissed and sucked each other off before getting up. Like me, Michael had to share a bathroom with another flat on his floor which was occupied by a single guy. According to Michael he was very heterosexual so we had to be careful. Once we'd heard him use the bathroom we quietly slipped inside and locked the door having decided to have a bath together. It was just about big enough to take the two of us so being slightly smaller than Michael I sat between his legs because I certainly wasn't going to sit with my back to the taps. We played with each other and even sucked cock again before finally drying off and creeping back to his room. We spent the whole day in bed enjoying each other's nakedness. In the evening we made a meal using what little food he had in but it was very tasty all the same.

"You will stay tonight won't you" he said after another session of sucking and kissing.

"Yeah, I'd love to but I'll have to go home tomorrow to change for work on Monday."

"Why don't I come back with you and stay the night; we can then go to work together on Monday morning."

The thought of having him with me yet another night was too much to resist so I said yes. Late on the Sunday morning we made our way back to my bedsit in Hackney. Michael packed his work clothes into a holdall and we left to catch the bus. It took us about half an hour to get back and as we walked up the stairs to my room on the first floor we met the guy who occupied the room opposite mine.

"Hello Justin, how are you?"

"I'm fine Robert and you?"

"Yeah not bad; you guys been out on the town?" he grinned.

"Something like that" I replied and introduced Michael.

"Lovely to meet you Michael" Robert said as he gave him a warm handshake. "This guy is the perfect neighbour you know; never makes any noise, always leaves the bathroom immaculate and is always willing to help out when needed."

"Yeah, he's a good friend; I'm lucky to know him" Michael replied.

"Well, must go; you guys enjoy your day together" Robert replied with a glint in his eye.

Robert made his way downstairs and I unlocked the door to my room.

"He's gay" Michael whispered once we were inside.

"Do you reckon?" I asked although I'd often wondered myself since I'd never seen Robert with women and he always seemed very friendly towards me.

"I'd put a pound on it" Michael chuckled. "Wow, this is a nice room; much larger than mine and you've got a nice view over the garden without nosey neighbours looking in; who looks after the garden?"

I said it was the ground floor tenants who used it the most although the rest of us could if we wanted to but neither Robert nor I ever did. Michael chuckled and said he doubted they'd approve of nude sunbathing out there.

"Is that something you do then?" I laughed.

"Don't have anywhere I can but I love being naked."

I said I first had to do some washing because I was out of shirts, socks and underwear so told Michael to make himself comfortable whilst I did that.

"Strip off if you want" I giggled as I collected together the items I had to wash.

"Only if you do" he replied so we both stripped down to our Y-fronts and walked to the bathroom. The basin was the only place I could use for washing such items otherwise it meant going to the launderette which I did for my bedding. Whilst I washed, Michael kept putting his arms round me and feeling inside my Y-fronts. Needless to say I soon became hard which was what he was hoping. He then put a hand into the soapy water and thrust that in to massage my organ.

"Fuck, if you carry on doing that I'll come."

"That's the idea" he giggled and pulled my Y-fronts down my legs whilst he massaged me. I then felt his erection pressing up against my entrance. I stopped what I was doing, reached behind me and put my wet hands on his buttocks to pull him tighter against me. "Would love to fuck your gorgeous arse" he whispered. Just hearing him say those words made my whole body shake all over with excitement. I'd dreamt of being fucked by a gorgeous guy like him.

"Let me finish this washing first then you can."

"Are you serious?"

"Of course; I'd love to feel your big cock inside me."

He turned me round and we kissed passionately with our erections rubbing against each other. I knew if we continued we'd be shooting our load and I really did need to get the washing done so I told him to behave for a moment to let me finish. Once I'd rinsed everything and we'd made ourselves respectable, that's assuming that two randy guys walking out of a public bathroom in their underwear is respectable, we hastily returned to my room. Having hung the washing up to dry we continued our lovemaking.

"Have you got any lube?" Michael asked after we'd kissed and sucked each other's stiff cocks. I pulled out a tube of KY which I often used to massage or finger myself. It had taken me ages to pluck up enough courage to go into the chemist shop and ask for it and I'm sure I went bright red as the assistant gave it to me but she just smiled as she took my money.

Michael spread some over the end of his cock and told me to lay on my stomach. I felt him straddle my legs and finger me using the lube to ease his fingers inside.

"Oh god, that feels so good" I exclaimed as he opened me up. I then felt the head of his cock press against my hole and slowly push its way in. I tensed and then relaxed as his large head breached my entrance. I flinched at the short sharp pain it caused but once through it felt wonderful.

"Oh fuck, yes, that feels wonderful Michael" I gasped.

"It's fucking fantastic but let me know if I'm hurting you."

"No, keep going, it's fucking wonderful."

Michael slowly thrust back and forth and once he realised I was okay he gradually increased the pace until I could sense his body had taken over and he was going to reach a climax.

"Ah, yeah, fuck" he cried out several minutes later, thrusting back and forth as he reached his climax. I had a mental image of his beautiful creamy cum spilling inside me and it was just wonderful. Finally he came to a stop and collapsed on top of me. "Oh fuck, that was fucking fantastic Justin."

"Was that your first time?"

"Of course; why have you done it before?"

"Sadly not but that was fucking wonderful and I'm so glad it was you who fucked me first. They always say your first sexual experience should be with someone special."

"Am I special?" he asked and wiggled his cock which was still inside me.

"Yes, you are" I replied and thrust my buttocks up to make his cock go deeper.

"You're very special to me" he whispered and kissed the back of my neck.

"You want me to fuck you now?"

"You bet; can't wait to feel your hot rod inside me."

He pulled out of me and we changed places. My cock was still rock hard so I lubricated the head and then fingered his hole. Just the feel of his warm flesh inside his arse sent me into a euphoric state and I couldn't wait to get my naked cock inside him. Once I'd opened him up I gently pushed the head of my cock up against his hole. Slowly I pressed it in and heard him wince as I breached him but like me, once I was right inside he relaxed and told me to fuck him. The feel of my hot cock inside him was every bit as good as I'd imagined so I wanted it to last. I slowly moved back and forth for several minutes before increasing the pace. Suddenly my body took over and my hard cock was thrashing in and out until I felt my orgasm rising.

"Oh fuck, I'm going to come" I cried out.

"Yeah, fill me up with your man juice" he giggled. I did and continued fucking until I was fully spent. Once done I collapsed on top of his back and kissed his neck. "Fuck, that was beautiful; I shall want a lot more of that."

"Same here"

Finally we cleaned ourselves up and I made some tea. At last I'd fucked a guy and it felt good. As we drank our tea, I noticed that Michael was thoughtful.

"Are you okay?"

"Yeah; I was just thinking. I can't get it out of my head that most people would say what we've just done is wrong but it doesn't feel that way to me, does it to you?"

"No, why should it; we both prefer men so why shouldn't we have sex; if we were heterosexual and fucked, nobody would be that bothered apart from the fact it would be outside of marriage."

"You're right; it's the law and society that's wrong, not us but you know we've got to keep this to ourselves."

"Well I don't plan on shouting about it; what we do with each other is purely between us Michael; are you sorry we did it?"

"Fuck no, I wanted to do it and I'll want to do it again but it doesn't get away from the fact that the vast majority of society thinks we're deviants and disgusting."

"Let them is what I say" I laughed and grabbed hold of his tackle which had now gone limp. Even so, we spent the rest of the day convincing ourselves that we'd nothing wrong.

Over the next few weeks we were inseparable outside of work, sleeping either at Michael's bedsit or mine although most of the time it was mine because Michael preferred it. We even left spare clothing at each place to save carrying things back and forth. We'd become a couple in our own minds but to the world at large we were just good friends.

One day we were lazing naked on the bed having just had another fantastic session of sex in which we fucked each other and did all manner of other things; our sex life had moved on in leaps and bounds. Michael took my head into his hands and looked into my eyes.

"I love you Justin"

My heart raced on hearing the words because I'd secretly loved him but had never had the nerve to actually say so despite knowing how close we were. "I love you too Michael."

We kissed and he rubbed his flaccid cock against mine to make them both go hard. He then looked me straight in the eyes again. "We've spent several weeks now living with each other, either at my place or yours."

"Four weeks and three days to be precise" I interjected.

"Ah, I see, you're counting are you; is that good or bad?"

"Definitely good" I grinned.

"In that case I was wondering whether it would be a good idea for me to move in here permanently; it would have to be here unless we find somewhere else because my place is far too small. You've got a bigger room, a small kitchenette plus a sofa whereas I have to share a cubby hole out on the landing with a heterosexual who always leaves the place in a mess whenever he uses it. What do you say? Would your landlord allow two people to use this room on a permanent basis?"

For a moment I was stunned since I hadn't really thought that far ahead or how others might think about two guys living together.

"It would mean we could share the rent so we'd both benefit and if after a while you feel it's not working I promise to move out" he added seeing my hesitation.

"I think it's a fucking great idea as long as you aren't bothered what people might say" I finally replied.

"Fuck what people say; we can always make out we're cousins and I'm staying with you whilst I find my own place. If I'm right about Robert he won't care and you say you hardly ever see the couple downstairs so it's just the landlord."

"He lives in Spain and never comes so it's only the agent and they only come when something goes wrong; besides this is a double room and it's charged by the room not per person so I don't see that's a problem."

"So are we on?"

I pulled him into a passionate kiss and said "Yes, when can you move in?"

Michael had to give his landlord two weeks' notice so over the next week we slowly moved his things to my place. I told him I wouldn't tell my parents because they might not understand and since they never came to London to see me that was not a problem. Likewise Michael wouldn't tell his parents apart from giving them a change of address but since he only ever spoke to his mother that wasn't a problem either.

By the following weekend we'd collected all of Michael's belongings so we were finally living together permanently. I was over the moon. Once we'd put everything in its place we stripped down to our Y-fronts as usual and sat on the sofa having a drink to celebrate our new life together. We'd no sooner got settled when there was a knock on the door. I looked at Michael and grinned as I got up. I knew who it would be since there was only one person who would come knocking.

"Hi Robert" I smiled as I opened the door.

"Ah, sorry, have I come at a bad time?"

"No come on in, we're celebrating."

Robert walked in and stopped when he saw Michael also in his Y-fronts.

"Wow, this is nice, two gorgeous young guys down to their underwear."

"You want to join us?" Michael grinned.

"Yeah, well, who wouldn't; thanks"

"I take it you don't mind us dressed like this" I grinned.

"Are you joking; of course not; I take it you two guys are gay."

"We are Robert, is that a problem?" Michael asked.

"Of course not; especially as I am too."

"We guessed you were Robert."

Robert sat down on the sofa beside Michael whilst I got him a drink and I sat on the floor nearby.

"So what's the celebration?"

I told him that Michael had moved in permanently since we were now a couple.

"Good on you; congratulations and just ignore any comments you might get about two guys living together."

I said we'd already discussed that one and planned on saying we were cousins if the question arose. Robert thought that a great idea and would say the same if anyone commented.

"Well, I must say it's great to know I now have two gay neighbours; perhaps we can get together some time and enjoy ourselves."

I wasn't quite sure what Robert meant by that but seeing that his hand was now on Michael's naked leg I had a shrewd idea. Michael placed his hand on it and slowly moved it towards his crotch which I could see was already excited. Robert certainly didn't object and once there started to feel the hot organ beneath the thin material. It didn't take long for Michael to be hard and Robert slipped a hand inside Michael's Y-fronts.

"Mm, now that's what I call a big cock" He indicated for me to stand up so he could feel me whilst Michael slipped off his Y-fronts. I decided to do the same so stood naked in front of him.

"Wow, two gorgeous cocks; how I'd love to feel those inside me."

"I'm up for it if Justin is" Michael grinned.

"Sure" I replied having decided we might as well go the whole way.

Whilst Robert handled both cocks, Michael unfastened his trousers to feel him. As expected he too was hard and once released his cock popped out. It was long and thick and I gasped.

"You like that eh?" I nodded as did Michael who added that he wouldn't mind feeling that inside him. "Why don't you guys come next door so we can have some fun; I've got one or two things you might like to see."

Michael and I agreed so we followed naked to his room; the chances of being seen were remote so we decided to take the risk. His room was much the same size as mine but at the front of the house. I noted he had blinds up at the windows, presumably to stop neighbours from across the road looking in. My eyes then fell on the artwork on the wall. It was mostly of naked guys although there was nothing smutty about them. Some I recognised as being masters but others were line drawings and watercolours.

"I'm a graphic artist by trade but I also do a spot of drawing and painting in my spare time; in fact I'd love to draw you gorgeous guys sometime; in the nude of course." Michael and I said we'd love to pose for him so it was agreed we'd do so when convenient to all of us.

He did in fact do so some weeks later so we now have a line drawing of each of us and a watercolour of us together. They are beautiful and our prized possession; quite what other people would say I don't know but we said `fuck them'.

Robert told us to get on the bed and go on our knees with our butts in the air.

"I think you'll both like this" he chuckled. I felt something press against my entrance and for a moment thought it was his cock but then I realised it was hard as he pushed it in. Suddenly I felt a vibration fill my arse.

"Fuck, what the hell is that?"

Michael was asking the same so he too was being given the same treatment.

"A dildo vibrator" he giggled, "thought you'd like that; only got them last week."

"They're fucking brilliant" Michael yelled and I agreed. I'd never felt anything like it before.

"Okay guys, you ready for me to fuck each of you?" We both said we were and I felt the vibrator being removed. "I'm gonna jump from one to the other so get ready guys."

I then felt Robert's long thick cock breach me and fill my arse. It felt fantastic but somehow it was different to Michael fucking me. As he fucked with gusto I realised why. Robert was fucking purely for sex whereas with Michael it was lovemaking. We discussed this later and he agreed so we decided we were happy to have sex with other guys because it would never be the same as between the two of us.

Robert slammed his cock into each of us for several minutes until he told us to turn round. He then jerked himself off as we licked the head of his cock.

After a short rest he got us to fuck him but he wanted both our cocks at the same time. This too was a first for us so he told us what to do. He went on his knees and buried his head in the pillow. He told Michael to stand across him and thrust his cock in. I found watching Michael fuck another guy very erotic. Robert then told me to stand across him facing Michael and thrust my cock in too. It went in easily alongside Michael's and as we move them in and out of Robert's arse it felt wonderful since our two cocks were rubbing together. It wasn't long before were depositing our loads of cum inside him.

Robert said we were fantastic and suggested we have more sessions together. We were happy with that and I had a feeling we'd learn a lot more about gay sex. Before we left he asked if we went to any gay establishments. I said I was only aware of member only clubs that were expensive. He said there were other venues if you knew them.

"But you need to first go with someone they know to get in" he explained. He invited us to one in Soho the next evening. He explained it was a place where gays met, had a drink and often picked up guys and where sex took place in the toilets if you wanted a quick fuck or to suck someone off.

Michael and I returned to our room and I was tempted to run down the stairs shouting `I'm gay' but didn't of course. Instead we scurried into our room and locked the door behind us.

"See, I told you he was gay" Michael laughed.

"Yeah okay clever clogs" I laughed and pulled him onto the bed. We then made beautiful love and fucked each other. I felt so happy.

Robert knocked on our door at seven the following evening. When he found us fully dressed he grinned. "Shame, I was hoping I'd find you in the buff" he laughed and gave each of us a kiss.

The venue he took us to was hidden down a dark alley off a street in Soho. Robert knocked three times on a solid wooden door and a flap opened. Robert said something to the guy inside and after a short pause the door opened. The guy looked us up and down as Robert wrote his name on a clipboard. He'd already told us about this and to use a fictitious name.

"They know what this place is, do they" he said to Robert.

"Yeah, they're both in the club." The guy then asked us our names so we gave him our aliases. Once done he waved us upstairs.

"He's a bundle of joy isn't he" Michael whispered as we went.

Robert chuckled and said it needed someone like that to keep out the undesirables and detect the police should they decide to raid the place. Michael and I looked shocked but Robert explained it seldom happened and if it did you adopted a pose of a guy having an innocent drink with your friends.

The bar was dimly lit and in places almost dark. It was in the dark areas where guys were kissing and having a feel of each other. Robert bought our drinks and we moved into a darker area. Within minutes a guy came up to Robert and they kissed after which they moved to another area of darkness. He'd said this could well happen so we'd be left to our own devices but he was sure other guys would soon come up to us since we were new boys. Sure enough after a few minutes a guy who we estimated to be in his mid thirties joined us.

"Hi, I'm Ted, who are you gorgeous guys" We introduced ourselves and he had a feel. "Nice; you guys looking for some action?" Michael said we might be. Ted chuckled and had another feel. I for one was soon hard so he felt some more. "You could both come back to my place if you're interested; I'm not keen on doing anything here, but let's get to know each other first, then you can decide."

I liked his approach and I liked the look of him and I had a feeling Michael felt the same so we chatted about this and that during which Michael and I had a feel of him. From what I felt he too had plenty to offer so was I willing to go to his place if Michael was. After a couple more drinks we agreed, so followed Ted out.

Ted lived in a flat above a shop in Islington. It was the kind of place I'd love to have but couldn't afford. It had a sitting room, bedroom, kitchen and bathroom and although not large was plenty big enough even for two of us. Perhaps one day we'd be able to afford such a place but unless we were promoted that was a long way off on our pay. Ted told us to sit down on the sofa whilst he got some drinks from the kitchen. He came back with three large whiskies.

"You guys want a joint?"

Michael and I had never done drugs but we were prepared to try a joint so said yes. He prepared two, one for himself and one for us to share which was fair enough. Whilst we smoked and sipped our drinks, he knelt on the floor between us and started unfastening my jeans. I smiled but didn't mind him taking the lead. He then pulled them off so I decided to remove my T shirt as did Michael whilst Ted removed Michael's jeans. He then felt our burgeoning organs through our Y-fronts and smiled.

"Yeah, nice" He slipped off his own T shirt and jeans and I could see his hard cock through the thin material of his underwear. It made mine grow even harder. He felt mine and pulled the front of my Y-fronts down to expose it. I lifted my butt and he pulled them off leaving me stark naked. He did the same to Michael and then removed his own. He went down on our cocks, sucking each one in turn. We both exhaled sounds of utter pleasure as he did so. The guy was a master at sucking cock.

As this went on, Michael and I smoked our joint causing my head to go fuzzy but I loved the reaction it was causing. I was now taking gulps of whiskey which was probably not a good idea as my head was becoming even fuzzier but I was past caring. Gazing at Ted's cock made me ache to feel it inside me.

"Come on, it's time I gave you guys a good hard fuck" he suddenly said as he stood up. His cock was sticking out fully erect and flapping around. I grabbed hold of it wanting to feel its length and rub my finger over its large head. He paused to let me do that before grabbing my hand and pulling me up.

He yanked back the covers on the bed throwing them to one side and told me to kneel on it resting my elbows on the bed so that my arse was high in the air. He later told us this was known as a `bulldog' style of fucking and I had to admit it was one of the best fucking positions I'd known within my limited knowledge of gay sex but we were rapidly learning. He then bent over my arse, inserted his big cock with one thrust and grabbed hold of my own erection. As he fucked, he massaged my cock. I grunted my approval as his long thick cock thrust in and out of me. At times he pulled his organ right out and plunged back in. I was in heaven and loved every second of it. He was still jerking me off and I could feel my own climax rising.

"Ah, fuck, yeah" I yelled as my sperm shot into his hand. He used that to continue massaging as he continued his fuck until he too had shot his load. He pulled out and gave my arse an almighty slap which stung like hell but I didn't mind. My arse now had a wonderful glow.

"Okay, now you" he told Michael so I got off the bed and watched my boyfriend being given the same treatment. I loved watching Ted's big cock slamming in and out of Michael's arse and I was soon hard again. I rapidly came to the conclusion that I loved sex in all its forms and I had a strong suspicion Michael did too.

Like us, Ted had endless energy when it came to sex so we continued for another three hours swapping and changing around. Another new position he showed us he called the `crab' which involved me sitting on his cock, leaning back and resting my hands on the bed so he could thrust his body up and down to fuck me. His cock hit a whole set of different positions inside my arse which caused me to yell my approval. He continued until he'd shot yet another load of hot creamy cum inside me and then told Michael to take my place.

Eventually we had the opportunity to fuck him so took great delight in filling him up with our hot man seed. This progressed to what he called a `fuck train' in which he lay back on the bed, Michael sat on his cock with his back to him and I then had to scramble over Michael and sit on his cock so he was the meat in the middle. The problem was that none of us could really move our cocks inside the other so we gave that one up after a few minutes and Ted showed us another which was far more successful. This time Michael went on his back, Ted lifted his legs right over his chest and thrust his cock into him. I then moved up behind and thrust mine into Ted leaving him to do all the work so as he fucked Michael, he fucked himself on my cock. It was brilliant and somehow we both climaxed at much the same time.

We finally left Ted in the early hours of the morning having had a great time. We also agreed to meet up again for another session which we did over the months to come on several occasions. But before we left he asked if we were interested in going to an orgy that was taking place the following weekend.

"It goes on from Friday night to the early hours of Sunday morning and anything goes so you need to be prepared for all kinds of sex including some fairly kinky stuff but its great fun."

I said I was definitely up for it and so did Michael so he told us to go to his place at nine and we'd go together since it was only a short bus ride away from where he lived. He told us not to take any valuables including watches and only sufficient money for the bus.

"Also wear old clothes and as few as possible; I normally wear a pair of jeans and a bomber jacket with nothing else" he grinned. I rather liked the idea of that so said we'd do the same.

We didn't stop talking about the orgy all week and wondered what it would be like. I asked Michael if he was sure he wanted to go and he gave me a most definite yes.

"Don't you?"

"Fuck yes; I can't wait"

Finally the Friday came round and we left work with a skip in our step. After our meal we had a bath together so we were nice and clean for what was to come. Fortunately we both had old clothes to use so that wasn't a problem and we both had bomber jackets that zipped up the front. It felt odd having nothing on beneath but it was also exhilarating. We slipped on our shoes, without socks to minimise the clothing, and looked at each other.

"Okay, ready for a long session of sex" I giggled. Michael nodded and grabbed the bottle of whiskey Ted had told us to take. Food was being provided by the host.

We rang Ted's doorbell and a few minutes later he let us in. We'd arrived at nine as instructed so the shop down below was closed. As soon as we were upstairs he had a good feel and smiled when he realised we had no underwear on. I felt him and he too was in the same state of undress.

"Let's have a drink and a joint before we leave" he said and led us into the sitting room. I could smell he'd been smoking one earlier since the air was filled with the aroma.

At just gone nine thirty we left and caught the bus. We alighted on a main road and Ted led us down a side road and then into an alleyway.

"The guy who runs these events doesn't want the neighbours to see a load of guys arriving so we have to use the back entrance" he explained as we continued walking. He'd already told us the importance of not mentioning them to anyone for obvious reasons. He opened a gate that led us into the back garden of the house we wanted. There were high hedges all round so we were well hidden from the neighbours and it was pitch black since it was now the autumn. The chill in the air had seeped through my minimal clothing which for some reason added to the excitement. My cock was already getting excited at the thought of what was to come.

Ted lightly knocked on the back door and it was opened by a guy who was in his late thirties. Ted introduced us but names were not exchanged. The guy told us to strip off and leave our clothes in a small room next to the kitchen. "You're the last to arrive so I'll lock the back gate" he said as we went to strip off. By the time he returned the three of us were fully naked and showing interest. The guy grinned and slipped off his own clothes dumping them in a corner. He then took us down into a basement that was dimly lit. He told me to put our bottle with the others on a table and to help ourselves to a drink. We did so and joined the others who were sitting in the middle of the room drinking and smoking. From the smell I could tell most were smoking dope. Including us I counted ten guys in all ranging from our age to guys in their forties. From what I could see in the dim light they all had good bodies on them and most had cocks flying high. I decided we were in for an interesting night.

When guys had finished smoking and drinking, the host welcomed everyone and suggested they start off with a wrestling contest. A roar of approval went up so we all moved to an area at one end where there was a large piece of rubber matting on the floor. The host told us to take it easy and not to throw each other around to avoid injury.

"To make it interesting each pair will be given a bottle of body oil which you pour over each other as you wrestle on the mat. You then wrestle until one of you is in the dominant position so you can fuck your opponent. The oil will give you plenty of lubrication" he added laughing. He then paired us up using no particular basis and I found I was paired with a guy in his late thirties. He grinned at me and said he looked forward to fucking my arse. Looking at the size of him I reckoned he would too but it didn't bother me.

The first pair got onto the mat and the rest of us gathered round to watch. One guy poured oil over the other and before long they were on the floor because the mat was now covered in oil. Their naked bodies wrestled with each other and each one grabbed the other lifting them into all kinds of positions. One of them grabbed the bottle of oil again and poured this over his mate. Soon their bodies were completely covered in oil. It was exhilarating to watch and my cock was already rock hard as were others.

One of the guys then got the other into a submissive position so he grabbed his cock and went down on it. The other conceded defeat and let him suck clearly enjoying the action. The guy sucking grabbed hold of the other guy's head and kissed him; it was a passionate kiss and I found it very erotic to watch. The guy grabbed hold of both cocks and massaged them together using the oil.

"I'm gonna fuck your arse" the dominant guy yelled and the other guy went into submissive mode, lifted his legs and we all watched the other guy's hot cock invade his arse. He spent the next ten minutes fucking the guy until he reached his climax. He pulled out, shot his load of hot creamy cum over the other guy's arse and plunged back in to finish off. Finally he pulled out and they kissed. It was not only erotic to watch but very moving. Everyone cheered as they moved off the mat for the next pair.

The next couple gave us an equally good show and the winner fucked his partner from behind using the bulldog position. The guy being fucked loved it from the amount of groaning he was doing. The rest of us urged the guy on yelling "Yeah, fuck that arse, fuck it real hard mate." The guy did until he was shooting his load over the entrance of the other guy just to show he'd come before shoving his big cock back in to finish off.

I was next on and although I was excited I was slightly apprehensive of my opponent. "Don't worry mate, I'll be gentle" he grinned as we walked onto the mat which was now a pool of oil so we went straight down on our haunches to begin. Within seconds he'd got me down and I was rolling around in a pool of oil. He grabbed the bottle and poured more over my body until I was smothered in it. I did manage at one point to pour some over him to equal the stakes but as I'd guessed he was the stronger of the two so soon had me in a very uncompromising position with me on my back and my legs high in the air.

"You ready for me to fuck that cute arse of yours" he grinned. I nodded and to be honest couldn't wait to feel his big thick cock inside me. It wasn't as long as some I'd seen but it was mighty thick and once inside me filled my arse.

"Yeah, fuck that arse" the crowd yelled.

"Yeah, you do that man" I told him which was precisely what he did. If that was being gentle I dread to think what not being so was like because he slammed his cock in and out of my arse like a pneumatic piston but after a while I began to enjoy it, in fact I loved it. He kept fucking for much longer than the other guys but eventually he pulled out, shot his hot load over my entrance to show the others and thrust back in. Even then he fucked me for much longer than the other guys but I certainly didn't mind and from the comments from the audience neither did they.

"You okay" Michael asked when I came off the mat.

"Yeah, that was fucking great"

"It was fucking awesome to watch; that guy's cock slammed in and out of you like a piston."

"Tell me about it; my arse can still feel it."

Eventually the naked wrestling ended and the host served some food which was a mixture of hot and cold he and a couple of other guys brought down from the kitchen. I had no idea what the time was but guessed it was well gone midnight. Even so the food was very welcome as were the drinks on offer. I opted for a bottle of lager but soon needed a piss. I asked a guy nearby where the loo was and he grinned.

"See the bath over there, you piss into that" he grinned as he yelled to another guy that I needed a piss. The guy in question was quite small and I'd noticed in the wrestling he'd been easily beaten by his opponent. He walked over to the bath with me and to my amazement climbed in and lay down.

"Just piss over him" a guy told me, "he loves it".

Since I was pretty desperate to have my pee I did just that and waved my stream over his naked body. The others joined in so he had nine guys pissing on him. By the time everyone had finished their pee, he was soaked in piss but he just grinned as he climbed out.

"If you fancy being pissed on, just let us know" one of the other guys told me.

"I'll think about it" I grinned but secretly I rather fancied the idea. I'd pissed on myself in the bath and found it very erotic so to have other guys pissing on me started to thrill me.

"I wouldn't mind giving that a try" Michael said much to my surprise. I was beginning to find out all kinds of things about him.

We did much later and I found I loved the sensation of hot golden pee pouring over my naked body. When everyone had finished, the small guy I'd pissed on climbed in on top of me and rubbed his naked body up against mine. I joined in and we kissed, albeit tasting of piss but I was past caring. He then grabbed my hard cock and jerked the pair of us off.

"Fuck that was really erotic to watch" Michael said afterwards, "We must try that at home". I giggled and told him he was kinky.

"Didn't you know that? I love doing kinky things" he laughed.

"Just as well you've got a kinky boyfriend then."

The rest of the event was spent in much the same way. We had rests when we wanted but Michael and I had very few because we loved fucking and being fucked which by the time we went home included every single guy. We watched guys being double fucked from all angles and had guys fuck us in more ways than I thought possible. The result was that we went home with much more knowledge about gay sex than we started with so we added those we liked to our repertoire.

Christmas was just a month away and as usual my parents expected me to spend it with them. For obvious reasons I'd not told them about Michael now living with me so pondered what to do when my mum mentioned Christmas during one of our regular phone calls. I asked Michael whether he had any plans knowing how much he hated his father and brother. I knew he still spoke to his mother regularly but he'd not mentioned Christmas.

"I'm certainly not going home that's for sure; I'm sick and tired of being bullied all Christmas by my father and brother who's now got a wonderful girlfriend according to mum so no doubt she'll be there as well."

I told him what I normally did and he said I should go. "I'll just stay here on my own" he said sullenly.

"No way, I'm not leaving you here to spend Christmas on your own; I'll tell mum I'm bringing a friend; she won't mind."

"Won't that make things difficult for you; won't she wonder why this friend of yours hasn't got a family to go to?"

I told him I saw no problem since I'd just say Michael was a work colleague and his family were away for Christmas so he'd be on his own.

"You're a saint but are you sure?"

"Of course I am; I want my boyfriend with me at Christmas even though I can't tell anyone who you really are. I'm also not sure there are such things as gay saints" I added chuckling.

"I love you so much Justin" he replied with tears in his eyes and pulled me into a passionate hug. I never minded those since they always made me go hard and shiver with excitement.

"That's settled then; I'll give mum a call now and tell her."

The only phone in the house was a shared one in the hallway downstairs so I went straight down. I gave mum the story and she immediately said that Michael must join the family for Christmas rather than be on his own. "That's really nice of you to invite him Justin; you're such a kind considerate boy."

I silently chuckled, `if she did but know'. I'd told her that in any event we'd only be staying Christmas night since we were going to a party with friends on Boxing Day. We weren't but I didn't think I could cope with two days of hiding my true feelings for Michael so told her we'd arrive mid morning on Christmas Day and leave after lunch on Boxing Day. She seemed happy with that without further questions. I'd also told her that Michael could use a sleeping bag on the floor in my room which she also accepted without question since the house only had two bedrooms. In reality of course he'd sleep with me, albeit in a single bed but we were sure we could cope.

I owned a Triumph motorbike which I used for any trips outside of London. I seldom used it for local trips since it was easier to use public transport and it saved having to find somewhere to park it which could often be problematical. I preferred to wear a crash helmet when riding the motorbike even though it wasn't compulsory so we bought Michael one too as I knew my mum would make a fuss if she saw him without one. I also had a pair of leather trousers I wore, for no other reason than I reckoned I looked sexy in them. Michael thought the same when I put them on.

Christmas Day arrived and we packed the panniers on the bike with the presents we were taking plus a small bag with our toiletries.

"All set?"

"Yeah; god you look so sexy in those leather trousers."

I giggled as I mounted the bike and kick-started it. I parked the bike in what had once been the front garden of the house but was now a paved area for parking things such as a motorbike and a place for the dustbins. Most of the time it sat there beneath the tarpaulin which kept it dry when not in use. I did start it up each week and sometimes run it round the block just to keep it in good order. As always it sprang to life and purred beneath me which I always found erotic as it vibrated my privates. It was far from new having been a second-hand one I'd bought several years before but it had served me well and I had no desire to change it for a new one.

Michael climbed on the back and put his hands round my waist to steady him. He wasn't used to be a pillion passenger so I'd given him some guidance on what he should and shouldn't do. It felt good having his hands grip me firmly round the waist so I set off with a smile on my face. The journey to the small village just outside of Royston in Hertfordshire where my parents lived, took just under two hours. I'd never been a speed merchant even when I was younger. I much preferred to take things at a steady pace, especially with a passenger on board and even more so as it was my lover.

As we drove along the quiet lane towards where the house was situated, Michael moved his hands down onto my crotch. He felt my organ inside my leather trousers and it soon reacted. I gave a long sigh of satisfaction as he continued to massage my cock.

"I think you like that" he chuckled into my ear. I nodded but was somewhat concerned about arriving with a hard-on inside my trousers, which being leather seemed to emphasise it which was the reason why I loved them so. My mum of course thought they were to keep me dry and provided better protection should I come off the bike. I pulled into the driveway and parked the bike in front of the garage door. When we'd climbed off I looked down at my crotch.

"So how do you suggest I explain that" I giggled.

"Just say you're excited about being home for Christmas" Michael laughed.

"Fuck you" I laughed back.

"That will come later."

"You're an optimist."

"There's always a way where there's a will" he laughed. I had to agree and knew we'd find some way of making love despite being in a room next to my parents.

My mum of course was pleased to see me and she welcomed Michael like a long lost friend saying he was most welcome to join the family for Christmas. My dad was less ebullient in his usual way but even so seemed happy to see me and Michael. I often wondered how they'd react if I did come out to them but always decided it was best to keep the fact hidden for the time being. Perhaps one day should homosexuality become legal, I might do so but until then my secret would probably remain firmly hidden in the closet as far as they were concerned. The Wolfenden report had already recommended that homosexual behaviour between consenting adults in private should no longer be a criminal offence but legislation was still awaited. Most believed it would eventually come but when that would be was dependent on the government so in the meantime guys like us had to keep a low profile.

Mum was delighted with the flowers Michael gave her, telling him he was such a thoughtful young man which gave him brownie points. Dad also seemed genuinely pleased with the small bottle of Scotch whiskey Michael gave him.

Christmas lunch was the same as ever with roast turkey and all the trimmings followed by Christmas pudding and mince pies that mum made every year. After lunch we had to sit quietly as we watched the Queen's speech on the telly after which we opened presents. As usual mine was clothing and this year was a pair of woollen gloves which would go into a drawer and never be worn since my mum had no idea about what was cool for young people to wear. At some point they'd be thrown out or given to a charity but as usual I thanked mum and said how useful they'd be. What I did find rather nice was that she'd also bought Michael a gift. I should explain that my mum bought all the presents and told my dad afterwards. The gift she'd bought Michael was a rather nice scarf so teased him afterwards that I was jealous. By pure luck it was something he needed so that did get used.

I gave mum some of her favourite perfume, which prompted her to say I shouldn't have been so extravagant but I knew she loved it and would never have bought it herself. I gave dad a book on historical architecture which I knew he was interested in. Michael gave him a pack of his favourite pipe tobacco which also went down well.

The evening was spent watching television, or more correctly dad watched whilst mum quizzed me and Michael about our job, what opportunity there was for promotion and what each of us did in our spare time. I thought of intellectual things to replace gay orgies, going to the gay bar and being picked up by guys, which seemed mostly what we did but didn't dare look at Michael. He added cinema and theatre to his list which impressed mum, although we'd only been to the cinema twice to see films that mum would have approved of. The one and only theatre trip was to a fringe theatre to see 'Tea and Sympathy' which was a play set in a boarding school that deals very frankly with a false accusation of homosexuality. The story centres on young Tom Lee who is suspected of being gay because he went swimming in the nude with a male teacher, dislikes sports, and is just a bit too sensitive. In the midst of his torment, Tom develops a crush on a faculty wife who suspects her macho husband is in the closet. The play's climax was considered shocking when it was first shown in 1953 because the wife embarks on an affair with a student. Michael and I thoroughly enjoyed it, mainly because of the swimming in the nude bit even though the actors could only show their naked backsides, both of which were rather nice.

Eventually it was time for bed and mum once again made a fuss about Michael having to sleep in a sleeping bag on the floor even though she'd provided three blankets for him to lay on. At one point I nearly blurted out she needn't worry because he'd be sleeping with me in my bed. Fortunately Michael said he used to go camping a lot so was used to sleeping on hard ground. It was a total lie since he'd never been camping in his life, unlike me who had whilst in the scouts for a while.

"We seem to have got through the day without any mishaps" Michael whispered once we were safely in what once had been the bedroom where I'd grown up. I grinned and pulled him into a passionate kiss which had the usual reaction on both of us. We then stripped naked and settled into my old single bed with our arms round one another.

"Just think" he whispered after a while, "this is where you jerked yourself off each night". I giggled and my mind went back to those lonely days.

"Very true but now I have a gorgeous guy to do it for me."

"I'm gonna do more than that" he giggled and held up the tube of KY. As always he'd thought of everything so I turned over onto my side to give him access. Within seconds he had his hard cock deep inside me fucking away. As he did so I held myself back from emitting the usual sounds I made, as did he. My mind also played through a scenario of my parents walking into the room and seeing us at it. I couldn't help but chuckle at the thought despite the horror of it actually happening. As Michael fucked he jerked me off until I'd shot a load of cum into his hand and he'd shot his inside my arse.

In the morning I fucked Michael and jerked him off before we got up so all in all it was an enjoyable Christmas and my parents were totally unaware of what we'd been up to. Michael kept a perfectly straight face when my mum asked how he'd slept in the sleeping bag on the floor and he replied "Like a log".

After lunch we left for home; Mum having told Michael he was very welcome to visit again. Michael again groped me as we drove along the quiet country lane back to the main road but this time continued doing so most of the way home. Fortunately the roads were quiet with it being Boxing Day.

We still went to Y to swim each week, sometimes twice a week if we were in the mood. Apart from both enjoying swimming, which kept us fit, we enjoyed admiring the naked bodies of the other guys. The times when we went seemed to attract mainly young guys like us which made it all the more enjoyable. We'd often sit on the side after a swim and comment to each other in a low whisper what we thought about particular guys and whether they were gay or not. Invariably it caused a reaction down below but we managed to hide that between our legs.

There was one particular guy we frequently saw and we noticed that he invariably looked at us, often giving a cheeky smile or a raised eyebrow. Michael was convinced the guy was gay so we made a point of watching him some more when we returned after Christmas. This time he made a point of coming up to us when he'd finished several laps of the pool and sat down beside us.

"Hi, I was watching you guys swim earlier; you're both very good."

"Thanks" Michael replied, "We were just watching you and commenting on how good you were."

The guy smiled and glanced down between our legs. We both had semi erections.

"There are so many good looking guys here aren't there and swimming naked is a real turn on isn't it."

"Sure is" I replied having now decided that Michael was right and the guy was definitely gay. "I'm Justin and this is my friend Michael."

"I'm Abram" he said and held his hand out for us both to shake. As he took mine I noticed he gently squeezed it and held it for a moment. "Good to meet you guys." He then leant over and whispered "Tell me to fuck off if I've got it all wrong, but are you guys together, if you know what I mean?"

"We are" I replied "Are we right in saying you are one too?"

"Yep, have known since I was twelve or thirteen but where I come from its legal and nobody cares so I find it difficult in this country where it's still illegal. You guys are so behind the times."

"Tell us about it" Michael replied, "It's fucking ridiculous, especially when Lord Wolfenden has said it should be made legal between consenting adults."

I'd guessed Abram was Dutch or that area from his accent so I asked him where exactly he was from.

"Amsterdam; it's so different over there; guys like us have a ball and nobody cares; you should visit sometime; it's an eye opener."

"I'd love to" Michael replied. I said I would too so Abram suggested we get changed and have a cup of tea to talk some more.

Abram had blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes that shone. He also had a stunning body and I was captivated by him. Michael could see the effect Abram was having on me and grinned although I suspected he felt the same way. Over our cup of tea he told us about his life growing up in Amsterdam and that he now worked for a Dutch company based in London and had recently been transferred. His job sounded much grander than ours despite him being two years younger than me.

"So where do you guys go; you know to meet others like us."

We told him about the hidden gay bar in Soho and the monthly event that Ted had taken us to. He said he'd very much like to go with us to the gay bar but wasn't so sure about the monthly orgy. Michael suggested we meet up one Friday evening after work to have a meal and then go onto the bar. Abram said he'd love to do that so we agreed to meet up the following Friday. He also worked in the City so we said we'd meet him at Moorgate station and take it from there.

"Fuck, he's drop dead gorgeous" Michael exclaimed once we'd said our goodbyes and looked forward to meeting in just over a week's time.

The Friday evening arrived and we waited outside Moorgate station. We'd agreed with Abram to meet at six to give him time to get there but by six fifteen he hadn't arrived. My heart sank at the thought of him standing us up and I was just about to say something to Michael when we saw him rushing towards us.

"I'm so sorry guys; there was a panic on at work and I got held up; I'm really sorry to keep you waiting."

I was so overwhelmed by his apology that all thoughts I'd had of him standing us up went out of my mind and I said it was no problem at all and that we'd guessed he'd been held up. We then discussed where we were going to eat since Michael and I couldn't afford anywhere expensive. Fortunately Abram was in the same predicament despite his job sounding much grander than ours so in the end we suggested a small place we knew not far from where we lived which served great food but at a reasonable price. It also meant we could go back home to change since we were all in our suits which was not suitable attire for a late night gay bar.

"That'll be great because I've brought some casual gear with me" Abram said pointing to a small holdall he'd got. To be honest, the thought of him changing in our bedsit also filled me with joy. Okay, we'd seen him naked at the pool but to have him in our own private space was another matter.

"That was really nice" Abram commented when we'd finished eating, "I enjoyed that immensely; so far I've not found many places in London that offer good food for a reasonable price."

"Yeah, this country's not renowned for good food" Michael laughed.

We made our way back to our bedsit in Hackney and Abram was very impressed with it. "This is so much nicer than mine. I've got a single room in a dump of a place just off Old Street. I have to share a bathroom and kitchen with eight other people, most of whom have never heard of cleanliness; it's a fucking dump but it was all I could find at the price I could afford when I first came over."

"Well if we had the room you could move in with us" Michael grinned "but as you see it's only really large enough for two".

Abram laughed but rather liked the idea. He was also surprised to hear that Michael and I shared and wanted to know what comments we received from other residents. We told him the other room on our floor was occupied by a guy who's also gay so he didn't mind; in fact he rather liked the idea of having two gays as neighbours and we frequently had threesomes. Abram liked the sound of that so I made a mental note of it for a later date because I knew Robert would wet himself when he saw Abram.

Having removed our work clothes we decided on going into the bathroom together to have a strip wash so three naked guys walked out of our room along to the bathroom. I knew Robert certainly wouldn't object should he appear but it seemed he was out. As we washed, we admired each other's nakedness and had the occasional feel. Abram was not large but once erect made a nice handful. He took a great fancy to ours and commented that he'd love to feel both inside him.

"What at the same time" Michael laughed.

"I wouldn't mind" Abram grinned. That was another item I stored for later.

We arrived at the gay bar late evening and gave our names to the doorman who now knew us so quickly let us in. We introduced Abram saying he was one of us so his name was added to the list of members for future admittance. Being a Friday the bar was busy. I saw Ted across the room but he was busy with another guy from what I could see. Several others came up to us to say hello, and have a good feel of course, but Michael and I had other plans for later so we weren't interested in picking up or being picked up that night and Abram knew he had to come back with us since he'd left his work clothes in our bedsit. He was a lovely guy and great fun to be with. He told us about what went on in Amsterdam and Michael and I could hardly believe what we were hearing.

"You really must go; in fact why don't the three of us go together and I can show you around."

Michael and I thought that was a great idea. All we now had to do was arrange some holiday to go. Abram suggested Easter and in 1961 this fell in early April which according to Abram was a good time to go. We did in fact manage to organise getting time off work for the first week in April so the three of us set off for Amsterdam, but more about that later.

Soon after midnight we decided we'd done enough drinking so made our way back to Hackney. We'd already agreed that Abram would stay the night so we stripped off and climbed into bed. It didn't take long for three cocks to be fully erect and the sucking to commence. Somehow we managed a three way suck so we were all satisfied. After a while, Abram got mine and Michael's cocks in his mouth together and gave them a good suck.

"Mm two gorgeous cocks; how about you guys double fucking me."

Michael and I were more than happy to do that so Michael went on his back, Abram lay on his back on top of Michael with his head to one side so that Michael could insert his cock with my assistance into Abram. I then lay across the pair of them resting one hand on Michael's shoulder and the other on Abram so I could insert my cock into Abram on top of Michael's. It was me who had to do all the work but I loved it. Abram grunted his approval as my cock thrust in and out of his arse with Michael's firmly imbedded inside him. Michael too was grunting since the head of my cock was rubbing the head of his and bringing him to a climax.

Suddenly both Michael and I yelled a loud "Oh fuck, yeah" as we both erupted and filled Abram with our hot creamy cum.

"Yeah, fucking beautiful guys, keep fucking that arse, I want to feel you guys come again."

Despite sweating like mad, I kept fucking. This time the action continued much longer before Michael and I were shooting another load of cum into Abram. Once sated, I collapsed on top of both guys and we kissed. It became very passionate before we finally extricated ourselves and settled down for the night.

Abram became a good friend and a regular overnight visitor after that. On one particular occasion after another overnight stay, I met Robert on the landing so invited him to meet Abram. At the time both he and Michael were still lazing on the bed stark naked so Robert got an eyeful which pleased him no end. Robert was quick to seize the opportunity so stripped off and we spent the next few hours having a very enjoyable foursome, sometimes with all four of us or pairing off. Robert certainly liked Abram which was no surprise.

Finally Easter arrived and it was time for our trip to Amsterdam which Abram had organised for us. He'd booked the flights and accommodation in a gay hotel he knew and to save money had booked for the three of us to share since the hotel had rooms for just that purpose. Abram's parents had long moved from Amsterdam so he no longer had a home there; besides Abram wanted to show us the full unexpurgated gay Amsterdam which we were more than happy to see; in fact we were almost wetting ourselves with excitement having been told some of the things that went on.

Michael and I got a few dirty looks from colleagues when they heard we were both away for the same period and one guy in particular who neither of us liked, made a few wry comments about us being `very close' all the time which we assumed he was trying to indicate we were gay. On one occasion I turned on him and responded, "I don't suppose you know what it's like to have work colleagues as friends since you're so nasty to everyone". My comment seemed to go down well with others who didn't like him and it shut him up.

Abram had organised an early flight and he stayed with us the night before so we could set off together the following morning. Michael and I were excited since both of us had only been abroad once before and that was a school trip. Mine had been to Paris and his to Spain, neither of which was that memorable. Having checked in and left our luggage at the check-in desk, which I hoped we'd see again at the other end, we made our way into the departure lounge and waited. It seemed the longest wait in my life and I kept looking out the window to watch the planes. Abram laughed but Michael became rattled. "For fuck's sake Justin, just sit down; you jumping up and down won't make the plane leave any earlier." I giggled and was itching to take him into my arms and kiss him but knew that was out of the question so instead I duly obeyed and sat down. I knew he too was just as excited but it was my way of getting it out of my system whereas he kept it all inside. Over my time living with him I had found various differences between us which was good in some respects since being both the same makes life boring.

Finally we were called to the departure gate and I smiled when Michael jumped up as if he couldn't get their quick enough. Abram and I grinned at each other but said nothing. Abram had booked for the three of us to sit together so once on the plane we found our row of three seats. Michael said he'd like the window seat which suited me and Abram wasn't bothered so I sat in the middle. When we were settled and seat belts fastened I placed a hand on Michael's hoping nobody would see.

"Excited?"

"Yeah, I am" he grinned and squeezed my hand.

The flight seemed to be over in no time and we watched as the plane came into land. There was then a wait as we queued to go through passport control but once cleared, our luggage had arrived. We grabbed it and Abram led us to the train that took us into the centre of Amsterdam. I'd read about the canals weaving their way through Amsterdam but the sight of them was amazing. Our hotel overlooked one of the canals, which was even better. We checked in and Michael and I were amazed to find the guy at reception just acknowledge us knowing full well we were three gay men sharing a room together. It was as if this was an everyday event for him, which it was of course, but for us it was so liberating.

"Why the fuck can't people in England have the same attitude" Michael commented as we made our way up three flights of stairs to our room.

The room overlooked the canal so I made a beeline for the window to look out. Even Michael came running over to see. I turned to him, put my arms round him and hugged him close. We then kissed passionately opening out mouths for each other. We were standing directly in front of the window for the world to see but we didn't care a fuck. We were in Amsterdam and from what Abram had told us, nobody else did either.

"I hope you guys are not going to spend the whole time with your tongues down each other's throat."

Michael and I stopped kissing and grinned. "He's only jealous" I laughed.

"Yeah, I reckoned he is" Michael added.

We both ran over to where Abram was standing and took him into our arms. We gave him an equally passionate kiss and soon all three tongues were exploring each other's mouth as well as having a good feel down below. By the time we finished we were all hard but Abram told us he'd got plenty of things to show us before we got down to sex.

We had a light lunch at a café that had tables alongside the canal and afterwards Abram showed us the usual tourist areas before taking us into the red light district where most of the gay venues were situated. The first place he took us into showed porn. We paid the entrance fee and made our way into a small darkened room where the film was showing. Abram explained that porn played continuously so once one film had finished another came on. As my eyes became accustomed to the darkness I noticed several guys kissing hardly looking at the film, and another couple doing a lot more. I nudged Michael and he grinned.

"Yeah, anything goes in these places; I've even seen guys fucking each other before now" Abram whispered.

As I watched the film, which was a guy sucking another before moving on to penetrative sex, I suddenly felt Abram's hand move into my crotch. He'd sat in the middle so had Michael and I on either side of him. I now realised why since he also had a hand in Michael's crotch. He skilfully unfastened my jeans and felt inside. I was already hard having watched the two guys on film. He pushed his hand inside my Y-fronts, grabbed hold of my erection and pulled it out. Having seen other guys doing the same I made it easier for him and slipped my jeans along with my underwear down my thighs. He now had full access and my hard cock was out for all to see. I glanced across to Michael and his was too. Not wanting to leave Abram out I slipped my hand into his crotch, unfastened his jeans and pulled his stiff cock out which was already weeping pre-cum. He paused to slip his jeans and underpants down his legs so all three of us were naked at the waist and enjoying each other whilst the action on the screen continued.

We watched three films in all and managed to bring each other off to a climax twice. My stomach was one sticky mess by the time we'd finished but I didn't care a fuck as I yanked my jeans back up to make myself respectable before making our way outside.

The next port of call was a gay bar where we had a drink but like most things in Amsterdam it was no ordinary bar. When we'd finished our first drink, Abram led us into a backroom. This was totally dark and took me a while to gather my senses. All I could hear were sounds of guys clearly having fun if the groans and moans were anything to go by. We slowly made our way in and as my eyes adjusted to the gloom I could see they were having sex. One guy was stark naked so where his clothes were I had no idea but guy after guy was fucking him.

"Want to join in" Abram whispered.

Michael and I said we'd love to so he led us to the back of the room where there was a row of hooks. He told us to slip off our jeans and our underwear making sure we left no valuables in the pockets and to hang them on one of the hooks. He took a note of where the hooks were situated and led us back to where the action was going on.

"What happens if someone takes our clothes?" Michael asked somewhat concerned.

"Don't worry; everyone knows where they leave their own clothes."

Since we were both more interested in the sex, we accepted what Abram told us. Needless to say we all three had full erections by the time we returned to where the guy was being well service. We watched one guy fuck him until he'd shot his load and Michael took over. The guy's arse was so well lubricated with cum that we certainly had no need of lube. When Michael had deposited his, I took over. My stiff cock slipped in easily so I fucked him senseless until I too had shot my load. Abram took my place and did the same. By now other guys were interested in us so we enjoyed another hour of being fucked by them. I lost count of how many guys invaded our arses but it was fucking brilliant.

Eventually we reclaimed our clothes, quickly dressed and made our way back into the bar where we had another drink before returning to the hotel for a cleanup and a rest. I for one certainly needed a wash since my body stank of sticky cum, some was mine but a lot was from other guys. Because we were staying in a budget hotel it was a shared bathroom on our floor which had to cater for four rooms but since it was an all male gay hotel nobody was bothered about wandering round naked or seeing each other using the large communal shower. This was another first for Michael and I since we'd never used a shower before. We knew they were becoming more common in England but only as an attachment over the bath. Whilst the three of us were having our shower, another guy wandered in, also stark naked.

"Hi guys" he said in Germanic English, "I'm Dirk". We introduced ourselves and enjoyed a shower with him. I later found out that Dirk was thirty six and lived in Hamburg. Like us he was having a short break in Amsterdam to sample all it had to offer. We met up with Dirk on several occasions and more than once enjoyed a foursome with him. He loved being fucked which the three of us were more than happy to do. After a rest, Abram took us to a local restaurant he knew for a meal. It was delicious.

"So, ready for a night of fun?" Abram grinned once we'd finished.

"Sure" Michael replied excitedly.

Abram suggested we first went to a gay bar for a drink before moving onto another delight. "This one doesn't have a backroom but there will be lots of gorgeous guys to ogle and if we're lucky they'll be Go-Go boys who will dance naked if you make it worth their while.

We were lucky and there was a Go-Go boy dancing round a pole. He was wearing a G string that left little to the imagination. Having watched him dance for a while, I slipped some notes inside his G string. He grinned at us and slowly but surely removed his G string and danced naked for a while before moving up to us and rubbing himself up against me. I was tempted to hold his cock but Abram had told me that was not allowed so I let him rub his against mine which was now rock hard inside my jeans.

"Okay guys, now for some real fun if you're up for it" Abram grinned. Michael and I grinned at each other still not quite believing what we were seeing at all these places. What we also enjoyed was that we could walk along the street holding hands to show the world we were a couple without anyone raising an eyebrow. The thought of doing that in London was beyond thinking about.

Abram took us into a gay strip joint. We paid our entrance fee and made our way into a small room that had two blocks of seating with six rows in each. These faced a small stage where Abram explained a strip act would take place. He'd timed our entrance just before the beginning of a new act. He'd also asked us if we were happy to sit at the front. Michael and I said we'd love to in order to be close to the strippers.

"Just be aware that sitting on the two seats nearest the centre aisle indicates to the strippers that you're up for audience participation."

Michael and I said we were so sat on the two available seats. As we sat I noticed the rest of the row was empty with every other guy sitting in the rows behind us but we were here for fun so up for anything. After a few minutes two guys appeared on stage. They only looked about eighteen and both had stunning bodies. They did a slow very erotic strip to music until they were both down to a G string. They moved behind one another and thrust a hand inside to excite their cocks. Both soon had erections with the head peeping over the top of their G string. They then jumped off the stage and moved up to me and Michael. My heart raced as one of them sat on my lap. The other sat on Michael's. My guy took my hand and placed it on his erection. Seeing I was allowed to touch it, I rubbed it up and down and ran a finger over the exposed head; the guy squirmed with excitement as I did so.

Suddenly he stood up, grabbed hold of my hand and led me onto the stage. I realised the other guy had done the same to Michael. We were stood facing the audience and my guy stood behind me rubbing his hard cock up against me. By now I'd tuned out what was happening to Michael but assumed he was being given the same treatment. As he rubbed erotically against my butt he slowly lifted my T shirt to expose my chest. He ran his hand over my naked flesh before slipping the T shirt right off me. His hands moved round my waist onto my crotch. I was already hard so he grabbed my erection which was now straining to get out of my jeans.

Every so often he tweaked my nipples which did nothing to reduce my excitement. The hands returned to my jeans but this time he unfastened them and slipped them down my legs. I suddenly realised I was being stripped in front of a group of randy guys who were complete strangers apart from Abram who I could see in the front row clearly enjoying the show. I felt my jeans being slipped off my feet along with my shoes and socks. I was now standing in front of a group of guys wearing just a pair of Y-fronts that clearly showed my stiff cock. I glanced sideways and saw that Michael was in the same state of undress.

For a moment I thought that was as far as my strip was going but my guy again rubbed his hard cock up against my butt as if he was fucking me. Suddenly a hand slipped down inside my Y-fronts and took hold of my naked cock. I gasped with pleasure and he pressed his hard cock against my butt. He slipped my underwear down to expose the head of my stiff cock. The audience were now cheering and urging the strippers on. No doubt some knew what happened next. My stripper then moved in front of me and pulled my arms round his waist. As he did so he pushed his butt hard against my erection. He moved one of my hands onto his cock and indicated for me to rub it. I did and again rubbed the exposed head. As I did so he released his G string and pulled it off. I was now left holding his naked erection. I immediately massaged it which clearly pleased him because he purred approval.

I glanced at Michael and he was doing the same to his guy. I again thought this was the end but no way. He moved behind me and slowly slipped my briefs down my legs. They soon went the same way as my other garments. My boyfriend and I were now standing alongside each other stark naked showing off a fully grown erection. I giggled as a mental image of guys at work came into my head and imagined them sitting in the audience.

With this in my mind the strippers indicated for Michael and I to stand either side of the stage with our erections sticking out like flagpoles. My guy lay down on the floor and the other sat on his cock with his back to him. Michael was beckoned forward so his guy could suck his cock. My guy indicated for me to kneel across his chest and stuff my cock into his mouth.

I could feel the other guy's naked butt rubbing against mine as he rode my guy's cock and he sucked mine. This action continued until I'd shot my load into his mouth and he'd shot his into the other stripper's arse; at least the noises he made certainly indicated he'd done so.

Eventually the four of us disengaged and stood up to a rousing applause from the audience. Many, including Abram were giving a standing ovation. The strippers kissed and thanked us before going off stage leaving Michael and I to grab our clothes, jump off the stage and get dressed.

"You guys were fucking brilliant" Abram grinned, "I've never seen strippers involve guys from the audience in a sex act before."

"It was fucking awesome" Michael laughed, "Thanks for bringing us here".

As it was late we returned to the hotel where we had another hour of sex with each other before settling down to sleep. Michael and I used the double bed and Abram the single but we'd moved them together to make one large one so Abram didn't feel left out.

Over the following days Abram showed us more sights of the city and took us to other gay bars and clubs with backrooms where we indulged in yet more sex. When we wanted a rest we watched porn. Michael and I decided the highlight of our five days in Amsterdam was undoubtedly the live sex show!

We couldn't afford a proper summer holiday that year so I asked my uncle Jack if we could stay with him for a few days. Jack was my mother's brother and had been married for a couple of years but it was a disaster so they divorced. He'd then moved to Brighton, bought a large house on the front towards Hove and the next thing we knew he was running it as a bed and breakfast place with another guy. I'd often suspected Jack was gay but said nothing to my parents. My father didn't seem to like Jack so he was seldom invited to any family reunions but I found Jack good fun and liked him a lot.

Sadly the guy that Jack lived and worked with died of a heart attack two years ago and Jack was devastated which made me think even more they'd been lovers. The bed and breakfast business eventually closed leaving Jack living in this six bedroom house on his own. I frequently went down to see him to cheer him up and I'm fairly sure he knew I was gay but the topic was never broached. When I said I now lived with a guy and would like to bring Michael with me, Jack immediately said we were both more than welcome. We again received snide comments from Evans, the guy who'd made previous comments about Michael and I going away together. Michael reckoned he was a closet gay and this was his way to hide it but I wasn't so sure. Anyhow we ignored him since most of our colleagues were not the slightest bit bothered what we did.

To save the cost of rail fares we went down on the motorbike having packed the panniers with our luggage which included our Speedos since we'd definitely go swimming. The only thing I hated about Brighton beaches was the fact they were all stones and no nice golden sand to sit on but if the weather was warm the sea was good to swim in. As usual Uncle Jack gave me a warm hug and a kiss once inside. I introduced him to Michael who put his hand out to shake Jack's but he was having none of that.

"Any friend of my gorgeous nephew also deserves a hug" he laughed and pulled Michael into one whilst giving him a quick kiss on the cheek. "It's good to meet you Michael and I understand you live with Justin."

Michael's face went red which was his usual reaction when someone was as blunt as Jack about our living arrangements.

"Um, yes"

"Don't worry, it doesn't bother me who you guys sleep with; I take it you are boyfriends, and I'm not just talking about being mates."

I decided it was time to be upfront with Jack so I said we were.

"Good on you; I always knew you were gay Justin although I presume your parents are unaware of the fact." I said they were unaware and not likely to understand if I came out to them. "Your dad might not; as you know he didn't take kindly to me having a male lover after I'd divorced but I reckon your mum would, given time but I can understand your reluctance to come out to them. Anyhow, your secret is safe with me."

I thanked him and gave him a kiss on the lips which I knew he always appreciated. Although he was now aged sixty he was still in good shape and a good looking guy. I certainly wouldn't object if I had his looks as his age. He showed us to our room having assumed we slept together.

"I've put you on the second floor so you can make as much noise as you like" he grinned. Michael went a deep red again having realised what Jack meant. I just laughed.

We had a great few days with Jack and managed to swim almost every day. Jack loved swimming which is probably where I got my love of swimming from since my dad never swam, so joined us on some days. He too wore Speedos which he filled out wonderfully.

"Wow, he's hot" Michael whispered the first day he saw him in them.

"Ah, so you're into older men are you" I teased him.

"Of course, that's why I shacked up with you" he laughed.

"Fuck you" I responded and gave him a gentle slap on his butt hoping that nobody would see.

"That'll come later" he giggled and ran into the sea with me chasing after him. We both swam right out into the deep before swimming back to where we could stand in the water but have our lower half well hidden. Michael pretended to point to something as he stood behind me but in reality his other hand was feeling inside my Speedos. He soon had me hard and pulled my erection free. I looked towards the beach but nobody was looking at us so I let him continue. I felt behind me, pulled his Speedos down to grab hold of his erection and massaged him. We never actually reached a climax but it was good fun all the same. We both returned to the beach with a large roll inside our Speedos which didn't go unnoticed by Jack who just grinned and raised his eyebrows.

Sadly our few days came to an end and we had to leave. Jack gave both of us a big hug and an even bigger kiss on the lips to say goodbye. "And don't forget guys you're welcome to pop down whenever you want; I shall enjoy having you."

I thanked him and we set off on our two hour journey home.

"Oh shit" Michael exclaimed having opened a letter that was waiting for us when we returned home. I looked over his shoulder and saw it was an invitation to his brother's wedding. "I presume I'll have to go otherwise I'll never hear the end of it from my father" he said sullenly.

"It does say Michael and another" I pointed out, "So we could both go to make it a bit easier for you."

He liked that idea. "Yeah, that would really put the cat amongst the pigeons if I take a male friend."

"You can say I'm a friend from work."

He nodded and wrote his RSVP adding my name as his `another'. As expected a few days later he received a telephone call from his mother wanting to know why he was bringing a male friend rather than a nice girl.

"Because I don't have a nice girl to bring and Justin is a good friend both at work and out of work and we do a lot together but if he's not welcome then neither of us will come." His mother hastily changed her tack and said that I was most welcome and she looked forward to meeting me.

The wedding was at the end of October and was being held in Maidstone near to where Michael's parents lived. We decided to travel down on the morning of the wedding and return later that day rather than stay overnight since Michael wanted to spend as little time as possible with his family. We called the hotel where the reception was being held and arranged with them that we could park the motorbike in their car park, change into our suits in the men's room and leave our travel clothes with reception. I was surprised at how accommodating they were but as Michael pointed out they were hosting a reception for almost one hundred people which was worth a bob or two. Michael's brother and his bride had a lot of friends it seemed.

The journey took just over the hour but we left early to give ourselves plenty of time so arrived well before the church ceremony at eleven in All Saints Parish Church. We changed into our dark blue suits with white shirt plus tie and stuffed our travel clothes into a pannier which we left behind reception. On seeing us in our smart gear the girl at reception said we looked very nice and fluttered her eyelids. Unfortunately for her, the flirtation did nothing for us but she didn't seem to notice.

We arrived at the church just a few minutes before eleven since Michael wanted as little time as possible with his family. He introduced me to his mother who smiled sweetly and he nodded to a few other family members such as uncles, aunts and nephews. I stayed in the background as much as possible.

Neither of us were religious and to be honest I hated church services so most of the time we just stood there with our mouths closed. The vicar was as boring as hell but eventually he pronounced the couple as man and wife. Michael's brother was a typical heterosexual as was his father so I could see why Michael didn't get on with either of them. When I was introduced to his father he virtually ignored me so I didn't bother offering my hand. On being introduced to his brother and the new wife, both looked at me as if to say `who the hell is he' but I just smiled and wished the happy couple every happiness. His mother was the only person who made any attempt to make me welcome but I had a feeling she was very much under the spell of her husband.

The reception was a sit down affair and we were on a table with a bunch of bores so Michael and I ignored them. The speeches were just as boring but the best man did his best to liven things up although some of his jokes were somewhat near the bone and of course very heterosexual. Once the meal was over and guests wandered around, Michael and I stayed put. He certainly didn't want to fraternise with other members of the family and I of course knew none of them. Since we were driving home that day, I had to limit my alcohol intake which also made things less enjoyable but in some respect it was probably just as well since I was known to get merry and become a bit camp when inebriated. As we sat there Michael's father came over to us.

"Why aren't you chatting up the girls; there are lots of nice ones here who are looking for a young man" he said in a rather demanding voice.

"Because I'm with my friend father and I have no desire to chat up the girls" Michael replied in a curt manner. I'd never seen Michael so belligerent but could understand why. The man was clearly a bully.

"I give up with you; I wonder sometimes if you're a pansy; why can't you be more like your brother and be a man" he almost shouted.

"What and fuck everything in a skirt like my brother's done over the years and probably still does; I feel sorry for his wife."

His father looked shocked before saying "How dare you".

"Yeah, the truth hurts doesn't it. Come on Justin let's go."

Michael stood up and marched off with me following on behind leaving his father just standing there. We reclaimed the pannier from reception and made for the men's room to change. Once inside Michael took me into his arms. "I'm sorry Justin, we shouldn't have come."

"Don't worry about it my love; I'm proud of you for standing up to him; he deserved what he got."

We quickly changed and slipped out of the hotel hoping that nobody would see us leaving, especially a family member. We were soon on the road home. When we got there and had unpacked the panniers we undressed and fell into each others' arms.

"I love you so much" he said as tears fell down his face.

"And I love you too; just forget them, they're not worth getting upset about."

He nodded and pulled me into a kiss. As usual it became passionate and one thing led to another with us ending up in bed making beautiful love. When our bodies were joined together it was the most perfect feeling and I never ceased to feel the love pouring out between us. Even though we loved sex with other guys, making love was the ultimate pinnacle and I knew I'd never tire of it with Michael.

His brother's marriage didn't last because his wife got fed up with him cheating on her and fucking every woman who was up for it. Michael took great delight in commenting to his father "Now do you believe me" but of course his father still felt the sun shone out of his eldest son's arse so didn't blame him.

Christmas was soon upon us for another year and this time my mum invited Michael to join us without even asking if he was going to spend it with his own family. I often thought my mum had a sixth sense and I had a feeling she knew the real reason why Michael didn't want to spend Christmas with his parents. It made me wonder even more whether she'd sussed me and Michael out but said nothing. When we arrived on the Christmas morning she gave him an equally warm hug and kiss as she did me. Even my dad seemed happy to see him again and warmly shook his hand. Once again the blankets and sleeping bag had been put in my old room for Michael to use but of course we squeezed into my single bed and made love as before.

When we arrived for work one Monday morning a few weeks after Christmas, the place was buzzing because two senior tellers had left very suddenly. It seemed one had been caught with his hand in the till so had been summarily dismissed and the other had left without giving proper notice, quite why nobody knew but it meant there were now two vacant senior teller posts. Our section manager called me and Michael into his office and said we'd both make excellent candidates for the posts so hoped we'd apply. We said we would so went home and wrote up our applications detailing why we felt we were the right candidates for the posts and listing our experience. The other three guys who applied had less experience than us and in our view were nowhere near as good so we both felt confident.

The bank operated a very odd method of recruitment in that the section manager was not part of the selection panel although he could put forward his recommendations for the panel to take into account if they so wished. The panel was made up of three senior executives, one of whom was a pain in the arse and nobody liked.

The interviews took place a week after we'd submitted our applications. Mine was before Michael's so when my time came he wished me good luck as I made my way to the third floor which was the executive suite. The major part of the interview went well and I was able to answer all the questions without hesitation and even though I say it myself, I felt I'd done well. Then Mr Peters, the executive who nobody liked, looked at me and then my file.

"I see you're not married" he said in a dismissive tone.

"No sir; I am only twenty six" I replied trying to justify the fact.

"Most young men of your age are married, why aren't you?"

"I've not met the right person" I replied, deliberately using the term person' rather than girl or woman'.

"But I presume you have a regular girlfriend" he said with a smug face.

"I don't understand the relevance sir; how does my personal life affect my application for this post?"

He bristled at this and I immediately realised I'd probably scuppered my chances but his line of questioning annoyed me. I looked at the other two panellists and they said nothing.

"The bank likes its senior staff to be settled in their personal life so marriage is an important factor."

"I see" I replied knowing full well that rumours had it that several executives had rocky marriages and one even had recently divorced; so much for being settled in one's personal life' I thought and was tempted to say I've got a loving boyfriend and am very settled in my personal life' but didn't of course. I never did respond to his comment about a regular girlfriend and had no intention of doing so. Instead the interview came to an abrupt end and I left.

Michael's interview immediately followed mine so there was no opportunity to brief him on what Peters had asked so it wasn't until he'd finished that we compared notes. When he appeared I could see he was fuming but there was no opportunity to speak. The bank was shortly to close so he did his end of day cashing up whilst I served my last customer before doing mine. We looked at each other and I smiled but he was still fuming. Finally we left and made our way to the station in silence. I could tell there was no point in questioning him whilst in public so said nothing. I had a pretty good idea what had happened in any event. Once home and we'd dumped our coats he let off steam.

"Peters, the bastard, questioned me on why I wasn't married and did I have a regular girlfriend. I looked at him with total amazement and asked what relevance my love life had on my ability to perform the job for which I was being interviewed. He gave me this bullshit about how important it was that senior staff had a settled personal life. I nearly laughed knowing that one of the panellists, who was married, was known to be fucking one of the clerks and another executive had recently divorced. I nearly told him my personal life is perfectly settled; I fuck this gorgeous guy every night."

I laughed and pulled him into my arms. "Don't worry my love, he asked me the same questions and I too queried the relevance of his remarks on the job in question."

"Well they can stuff the job as far as I'm concerned; we won't be selected, you know that."

"We don't know that for sure and we know we're the best candidates."

Michael wasn't so sure and sulked. I gently removed his work clothes and kissed him in the hope that he'd calm down but it had little effect which was unusual. He'd so set his heart on getting the senior's job. We had to wait three more days before getting the letters we'd been waiting for.

"Thank you for applying for the post of senior teller but I regret to inform you that you've been unsuccessful on this occasion."

Both letters said the same and for a moment we just stared at them even though we'd feared that would be the answer. It was fairly obvious that the bank was discriminating against us on the grounds that we weren't married and had no intention of doing so in the near future.

"They probably know we're two fucking queers" Michael said angrily." I tended to agree and felt very disappointed. The following morning our manager called us into his office.

"I just can't believe what they've done" he exclaimed, "You two were far better than the two they've appointed, one of whom will be a disaster."

"It seems to come down to the fact that we're not married so are not settled in our personal life" Michael commented.

The manager just shook his head. "It's Peters; he has a thing about marriage as if that's a panacea for a happy and settled life; you've only got to look at some of the executives and their lives." We agreed but there was nothing we could do about it.

"Well, I for one am fed up with the way this bank operates; it's damned stupid that the departmental manager has no say in who's appointed into his team." Michael and I agreed; it was bloody stupid.

"I reckon he'll be leaving soon" Michael whispered whilst walking back to our posts. He was right because a week later he announced he was leaving having had enough of the way things were going. Almost immediately a new manager was transferred from another branch. The guy was a complete bastard and Michael and I hated him.

The disappointment over not getting the senior teller's post affected Michael far more than me. I decided to forget about it and convinced myself that if the bank was not interested in having good people in post then that was their problem, not mine so I just did what was necessary. Even so, it had taken the shine off the job which up to then I'd always enjoyed and I knew Michael had too. With the addition of the new manager, it made the job pretty intolerable.

"I'm seriously thinking of leaving" Michael said one night. I told him that if he left then so would I but we'd need to find other jobs before we did, and they wouldn't be in banking that's for sure.

As it happened the decision was taken out of our hands because a few weeks later after our failed promotion and the loss of the manager we liked and respected, Michael and I were called up to see one of the executives. Fortunately it was not Peters but he was just as scary and it reminded me of being summoned to see the headmaster at school.

"Sit down" he said hardly looking up from what he was writing. We did so glanced at each other and waited. Finally he stopped writing and looked up. I could tell immediately from his expression there was trouble in the air.

"It's come to my notice that you two gentlemen live together, is that true?"

I looked at Michael who just stared at the guy so I replied. "We both happen to rent accommodation in the same house, yes sir; is there a problem with that?"

"Well it depends; if you two gentlemen are, what shall we say" he paused clearly not sure how to word what he was trying to say.

"Homosexuals; is that the word you're struggling to say?" Michael blurted out.

"Um, well yes"

"And if we are?" Michael replied. "From my knowledge of the law it's homosexual activity that is illegal not the fact that a man doesn't wish to have sex with a woman."

The executive looked at Michael clearly unsure how to reply to that so for a moment there was silence.

"The fact is gentlemen that this bank does not approve of such behaviour so unless you can categorically assure me that what I've been told is untrue then there is no place in this bank for you."

"So you're sacking us" I replied.

"No but we feel it would be in everyone's best interests if you resigned quietly; we would of course pay you in lieu of notice and any holiday allowance due to you."

"That suits me" Michael said with a harsh tone, "How about you Justin?"

"I agree; having been rejected for the posts of senior tellers because we weren't married, despite being the stronger candidates, and seeing the bank prefers to fill the posts with two people who are a walking disaster and totally useless, then I see no future in this bank so I'm more than happy to leave."

We stood up, tossed our cash box keys onto his desk and walked out. We collected our personal items and left without saying a word to each other or anyone else. We travelled home in silence. I couldn't really believe what had happened. I knew homosexuality was illegal but how the fuck did being in love with a guy affect the way we did our job. By the time we got home I had tears in my eyes. On this occasion Michael was the stronger and put his arm round me. When we reached our landing, Robert was coming out of his room.

"Hi guys; oh, what's wrong?"

"Everything" Michael replied as he unlocked our door and led me inside. Robert in his usual way was concerned and followed us in.

"Whatever's happened guys?" he asked and sat down on the end of the bed where I'd sat down putting my head into my hands.

Michael told Robert what had happened and he was as shocked as we were but not surprised. "Sadly it's not the first time I've come across such action by employers. They seem to think that having people like us in their midst is going to make the whole place fall down; it's fucking crazy but until the law and attitudes change there's fuck all we can do about it."

"What the fuck are we going to do?" I wailed.

"If you take my advice guys, the first thing I'd do is go away for a few day; somewhere out of London and take time to think about what you want to do because I assume banking is no longer an option so you need to think laterally and see how you can use your skills in some other business."

"Robert's right my love; that's what we should do" Michael replied and put his arm round me. I nodded; they were right.

"Out of interest, how do you reckon they found out?" Robert asked.

"I suspect it was that bastard Evans and knowing him he probably told the new manager who's a complete bastard."

"Look I'll leave you guys to have some space alone but if there's anything I can do to help just let me know."

"Thanks Robert" we replied and he left us to our misery.

Having given the matter some thought I suggested we went to Brighton to see uncle Jack. At least it would make a nice break and he was someone we could talk to and perhaps give us some advice. In no way was either of us going to tell our parents we'd been pushed out for being gay although I knew I'd have to deal with the issue with mine in due course. Michael agreed so I called Jack. Fortunately he was in and said he'd be happy to see us. I said we needed to talk to him about something without telling him what. He said he had something he wanted to tell us so it worked out well.

That night we cuddled together but didn't have sex; neither of us was in the mood. The following morning we set off for Brighton as soon as we'd had breakfast. It seemed odd not going to work and for a while I rode the motorbike with my mind in turmoil. Fortunately I could ride it without really thinking although I was aware of the traffic around us. Michael was dealing with the situation far more calmly and the feel of his hands round my waist was comforting. When we had to stop for traffic lights at one point he said into my ear "I love you". I smiled, he always knew what to say to perk me up and it did.

"Yeah fuck them" I said out loud but whether he heard me above the noise of the engine and traffic noise I don't know.

Jack gave us an extra special welcome with big hugs and kisses. He seemed to sense something was wrong but asked no questions.

"I've made up your usual room for you" he said with a big grin on his face.

"Neither of us are in the mood for that at present" I grinned.

"As bad as that is it?" He told us to take our things upstairs, freshen up after our journey and come back down for a coffee. "Then you can tell me all about it."

Once upstairs, Michael pulled me into a hug. "We'll sort something out my love, don't worry." I knew he was right but it was the injustice of the situation that upset me the most.

When we returned downstairs we found Robert sitting in what he called his snug which was a small sitting room off the kitchen. Both rooms were at the back of the house and the sitting room led onto a small backyard which was paved and contained a few shrubs plus two tubs of flowers.

"So, what's happened? he asked as he poured the coffee.

Michael and I sat down on the sofa and held hands. Jack sat in his favourite arm chair opposite us and Michael told him everything that had happened including the promotion interviews. Jack listened as he spoke nodding every so often to show he was taking it all in.

"I'm really sorry" he said when Michael had finished "but I'm not surprised; most corporate organisations lack any ability to accept difference in whatever form it takes especially sexuality. If you want my honest opinion you're well out of it. The question is what you do now."

"Precisely" I replied "that's why we've come to see you in the hope of some advice or ideas."

Jack smiled and nodded. "How flexible are you?"

"Totally", Michael replied.

"Including moving out of London?"

"Yeah, if necessary as long as it's not in the middle of nowhere" Michael laughed. I nodded. To be honest I'd not really given location much thought but Michael was right, we were totally flexible within reason.

"How about moving to Brighton?"

"Yeah" I replied immediately.

Jack smiled and nodded again. I could tell he had something in mind. "In that case you've come along just at the right time." He went on to explain that he'd met a Spanish guy called Miguel. He was thirty five, lived in Sitges near Barcelona and ran his own restaurant. More to the point, he was into older men and had fallen head over heels for Jack.

"He doesn't want to move to England so I'm moving to Sitges."

As interesting as all this was I couldn't see how it affected me and Michael. He then went onto explain that he'd recently rewritten his will and the house we were sitting in was to become mine on his death since I was the only relative he had apart from my mother.

"I don't want to sell it and was originally thinking I'd have to rent it out but seeing your current predicament what I suggest is that you move here and restart the bed and breakfast business that Dean and I ran. What do you think?"

"And pay you rent for the house?" Michael queried.

"No, I don't want rent and whatever you earn from the business would be yours but you'd be responsible for all overheads, expenditure and maintenance; all I ask is that should things not work out with Miguel I can come back and live here with you guys."

"Of course you can" I replied still trying to take in what he was offering.

"I'm very interested; how about you Justin?"

"Yeah, I certainly am; thank you so much Jack."

"You're welcome, in fact you're doing me a favour because I'd much rather you guys look after the house than rent it out."

I was so relieved that our job situation had been resolved. I jumped across the room, sat across Jack's lap and hugged him. Michael joined us and put an arm round both of us.

Having given kisses all round, Jack suggested he show us round the whole house since I'd only ever seen the downstairs and the room we were using. It was a double fronted house and on one side there was a dining room that would be used by guests for breakfast. Leading off this was the kitchen that in turn led into the snug or sitting room. On the other side of the house at the front there was an office that still contained two desks, filing cabinets and all the usual office equipment including a typewriter. Jack said he'd left everything as it was since he didn't have the heart to clear it out when Dean passed away.

On the first floor there was a large double bedroom above the office that had its own en-suite with a shower. This was currently Jack's room and had plenty of hanging space inside a large built-in cupboard. On the opposite side at the front there was another double bedroom off which there was a toilet and basin. Behind this at the back there was a single room, again with its own toilet and basin facility. Next to this room in front of the stairs was a bathroom that was shared by the guests on that floor. The second floor had a similar arrangement so in all there were six bedrooms, five of which could be used for the bed and breakfast business accommodating eight guests in all. Everywhere was fully furnished and in a good state of repair; all the rooms needed were a good clean to remove two years of dust.

"It's fucking perfect" I exclaimed and once again hugged Jack. "Are you really sure about this?"

"As I've said, when I shuffle off this mortal earth it will all be yours plus the rest of my estate. Not sure if you're aware but Dean was a wealthy guy when I met him so since his death I've been living off the income from his investments. You'll be a wealthy guy once I'm gone since I fully own this house."

"I can't believe it and don't know what to say" I stammered.

"Just a yes is all I need" he smiled and kissed me. "And you'll have your gorgeous boyfriend to help you" he grinned. "Come on Michael you're included in this group hug; having two gorgeous young guys to hug and kiss is more than enough. Besides I'll have a gorgeous Spaniard to love and he loves being fucked."

Michael and I laughed, I was so happy for us and for Jack. We returned downstairs and Michael went through how he and Dean ran the B&B. Jack reckoned that with our knowledge of banking and how to control money we'd have no problem with the business side of things and he was sure the pair of us could manage the work required to keep the place clean and service the guests. All we'd be providing was breakfast and even I reckoned I could manage that. He also said he'd introduce us to the local tourist office and some local gay friendly bars who'd advertise the business for us. The idea was that it would be advertised as a `B&B establishment suitable for gentlemen of a certain persuasion'.

Rather than stay for a few days, Michael and I decided to return to London the following morning. We had to give notice to our landlord to vacate the bedsit, pack up our personal items and arrange for them to be taken to Brighton. Jack was due to leave for Spain in four weeks so there was a lot to do.

"Can I give another piece of advice Justin?" I looked at Jack and nodded. I'd always valued his advice over the years and his friendship. "I think you should come out to your parents; I know it's difficult but they deserve to know; especially now you're moving here. I'm fairly sure your mum suspects you're gay so it will not be a shock to her and I'd not be surprised if your dad suspects too. I know he and I had words when I left Jane and shacked up with Dean but there was a reason for that and he's mellowed over the years from what I've seen on the odd occasions I've met him. I don't suppose you know this Justin but your dad knew Jane very well, in fact he nearly married her instead of your mum but I came on the scene and she fell in love with me. Even though I knew I was gay I went along with it because as you know it was even more difficult in those days than it is now. When I said I was divorcing her because I'd met Dean and the marriage was falling apart, he was very angry and we had words, not because I was gay but because he reckoned I'd fucked up Jane's life, but time has healed those wounds. I personally think they'd be really upset if they found out later once you'd moved down here with Michael so face it now lad and get it over with."

I knew he was right and the skeleton in the closet had to be let loose so said I would do so.

"In that case I'll let you inform them of my plans as part of that and I'll call your mother afterwards and calm troubled waters if there are any."

I again thanked him and wondered what I'd do once he'd gone to Spain. He grinned and said it wasn't the end of the world and we could visit him and Miguel or they could come over for a holiday and use the B&B. That night in bed, Michael and I had the most wonderful sex. We were both so happy and looked forward to our new life in Brighton even though we knew it would be a lot of work.

The following morning we hugged and kissed Jack yet again saying we'd see him in a week's time when we moved into our new home. When we got home I decided to call mum and arrange for Michael and I to visit. Michael wondered whether or not he should go but I said I needed his support. We decided to go on a weekday so I could tell mum without dad there. Depending on her reaction we'd decide whether or not to stay and face him as well. Either way, we'd only go for the day rather than stay over. I called her and said Michael and I had something to tell her and wanted to see her without dad present in the first instance. She didn't ask what it was about and we agreed to go two days later. In the meantime we had to inform Robert since he deserved to know so I knocked on his door that evening and he welcomed us in his usual ebullient way.

"I thought you were down in Brighton."

I said we were but had returned because we had good news. He invited us in and we told him.

"That is fucking brilliant; it's a great idea and you guys will be really good as hosts; I'm so pleased for you."

"Once we're up and running you must come and visit and have a free weekend with us" Michael said.

"Don't give all your profits away" he laughed but said he'd love to do so. He then asked how we were going to transport our clothes and personal items to Brighton. I said we'd have to hire a small removal van but he wouldn't hear of that and offered to take everything down in his car. We both hugged him and said that would be great. It also meant he could see the house and stay overnight so it was agreed we'd do that the following Saturday.

"So, how about a goodbye fuck" he grinned once the arrangements had been agreed. We were certainly up for that so we stripped off and he took us into the bedroom where we spent the next two hours being fucked. It was wonderful.

As I rode the bike to mum's my mind went over and over again how I was going to break the news. Michael and I had gone over it numerous times and finally decided that the direct approach was best. First we'd tell her about the promotion interviews and being pushed out of the bank knowing she'd undoubtedly ask why so we'd then move on to the news of the day and come out to her. We'd then tell her Jack's news and our new life in Brighton. It all sounded very simple when going over it in my mind but I had serious doubts it would go as smoothly as that.

As usual she was pleased to see us and gave both of us a big hug and a kiss so that was a good start. We arrived mid morning as we'd left early so she made a pot of coffee for us and insisted on us having a chocolate biscuit. Once the coffee had been poured and everyone was settled, with her in her usual armchair and Michael and I on the sofa, I commenced. She'd not once asked us why we'd come which was good since it meant I could deal with everything in the order we'd agreed.

"We need to tell you something mum, in fact there are several things you need to know so we'd like to go through each item one by one." I'd deliberately included Michael so he could jump in when necessary. "Shortly after Christmas we both applied for promotion as two senior posts became vacant but when we were both interviewed each of us were asked why we were not married and were quizzed on whether we had steady girlfriends presumably to see if marriage was on the cards. We both said of course we didn't and we both asked during our respective interview why our personal love life was relevant to the post in question. The senior executive who'd done the questioning told us some bullshit about the bank liked their senior staff to have a settled personal life, which is a joke considering how may of them are married but having it off with other women and in one case has recently divorced. Needless to say we weren't appointed and those who were had far less experience than we did and according to our section manager are useless. He's since resigned in disgust."

Fortunately she'd listened throughout that and not interrupted but she now said "That seems very unfair; surely promotion should be based on ability not your personal life."

We both agreed. "The situation then progressed further and a few days ago we were both called to see another senior executive. The result of that interview was that we were told to resign which we've done so no longer work for the bank."

This time she reacted and asked why, so I continued. "I've wanted to tell you this for sometime mum but never had the courage to do so; I'd now like to be honest with you. What I'm about to say includes Michael which is why he's here.

"Does it involve your sexuality?" For a moment I was stunned but nodded. "I'm your mother Justin and a mother knows these things; both your dad and I have suspected for quite some time and seeing how you and Michael react to each other we guessed you were both gay.

"Why didn't you say something?"

"Because we knew you'd tell us in your own time. We realise how difficult this must be for both of you. Do your parents know Michael?"

"No; I think my mum would be okay but my dad and my brother would react very badly; I'm constantly bullied by them about why I don't have a girlfriend; my father even accosted me at my brother's wedding when Justin was there."

"I'm sorry; in times like this you need the support of your family."

"So don't you and dad mind; me being gay and all?"

"We both love you Justin, and that goes for you Michael; what we want is for you to be happy; okay it would have been nice to see you happily married and have children but life is not perfect as I'm sure you'll agree."

By now I had tears pouring down my face. I couldn't believe she was taking it all so calmly. I rushed over to where she was sitting and hugged her. "Thanks mum; that means so much to me. Michael and I are very happy together which makes the bank's attitude so ridiculous; we've been living together for quite some time now."

"We guessed as much" she grinned.

"So dad is okay about it?" I asked again.

"You know your father, he never jumps up and down over things but like me he accepts the situation and as long as you're both happy together then that's fine by us. What you do in your private life is not our affair; you're both adults and know the legal situation but I suppose you both take great care to keep it hidden. Is that why the bank asked you to leave?"

I nodded and said we reckoned that a member of staff who was a nasty bit of work and always on at us about being close, had told the new section manager who then told the senior executive.

"Sounds to me you're better off out of the place; but more to the point, what are you both going to do for a living?"

I explained that was the other thing we wanted to tell her about and gave her Jack's news. She chuckled and said it was his life so it was up to him. When she heard he'd changed his will in my favour her eyes opened wide.

"I presume he feels he's got nobody else to leave everything to now that Dean has passed away and I know he's always been very fond of you. He and Dean were very much in love you know."

I said I had realised and that Jack had told us about the words between him and dad when he divorced. Mum smiled but said nothing. I told her about restarting the B&B and she seemed very pleased saying it sounded like a very good idea.

"I'm sure you'll both make a success of it."

So, having almost shit my pants over how she and dad would take the news, it had gone like a dream. She smiled at Michael and asked if he was happy about moving to Brighton and running a B&B. Needless to say he said he was and looked forward to doing so.

"I love Justin very much."

"I know, we only have to see how you look at each other to know that; I'm very happy for you; it's such a shame that the majority of society doesn't feel the same way but perhaps things will change in due course."

The rest of the day was spent like any other when I was at home, talking about what they were up to and when we were starting our new life. Eventually dad arrived home and I felt nervous all over again but mum did most of the talking and he just sat there and listened. When he heard about how the bank had treated us he was furious and said they had no right to discriminate against us like that but as I pointed out, we had no protection under the law so we were at the mercy of people like the senior executives at the bank. "Well at least running your own business will overcome that problem so I wish you every success."

I went home feeling on top of the world and wondered why I'd been so worried about coming out to them but I felt sorry for Michael since I knew he'd never be able to do the same to his family.

"Do you reckon your mum would accept us?" I asked once we were home.

"Quite possibly but she's very much under the control of my father."

I pulled him into a hug and we kissed. I'd been fortunate having parents who were more interested in their son being happy than what the law or the population at large said. I called Jack and told him the news; he was so pleased and I thanked him yet again for all he was doing for us.

Quite out of the blue, Michael's mother called him two days later. "I need to talk to you Michael; is there any chance we could meet up; you can't come to the house."

"What's wrong mum?" Michael asked, now somewhat worried.

"I'm fine but I need to tell you something before you hear from someone else."

"I also need to tell you something mum and it involves Justin and me so could he come too?"

To his surprise she said that was fine so he agreed to meet her in Bromley the following day. Bromley in Kent was roughly midway between London and where she lived so it suited us. The following morning we set off yet again on the bike and made our way to Bromley. She'd chosen a smart hotel having said they had a private lounge where they could talk without being disturbed. Neither of us could decide what her news would be but Michael decided he'd bite the bullet and come out to her plus of course telling her our news about Brighton.

We found her sitting waiting for us in a corner of the lounge which was empty. She'd already ordered a tray of coffee and cakes. Mother and son kissed each other although it was nowhere near as warm as with my mum. She then turned to me and smiled. To my amazement she kissed me on the cheek and said how nice it was to see me. Since I'd only met her once at her eldest son's wedding and we'd left early without saying goodbye, I was even more surprised. Her news was clearly on her mind because she got down to it without further ado or asking Michael what he wanted to tell her.

"You may not be aware Michael but your father and I have been drifting apart for several years now. The reason is he's unfaithful; I've lost count of the number of relationships he's had with other women and as soon as one dumps him or he dumps her, another comes along. As you know, your brother's marriage didn't last for similar reasons."

Michael smiled clearly remembering what he'd told his father.

"I'm sorry mum; what are you going to do?"

"I've left him and have moved in with your aunt Beatrice but I'm not going to divorce him; I'm not prepared to give him that satisfaction; I have all the evidence I need should he make a fuss."

"I'm really sorry mum but I'm not surprised" Michael said and placed a comforting hand on hers but I could see she had got over any shame or regret.

"I believe you said there was something you wanted to tell me and that it involved Justin" she said suddenly changing the topic.

Michael went through the same process as I'd done with my mum, first explaining the actions of the bank ending up with our being pushed out and then coming out to her. She too expressed her disgust at the way the bank had treated us and then commented that she wasn't surprised to hear that her son was gay. It was all very matter of fact and like me I sensed that Michael was surprised. She then asked what we were going to do about work and he explained Jack's offer and that we were moving to Brighton to run a B&B together. Apart from wishing us every success that was all she said on the matter.

"Your father is unaware of this meeting so what you've told me will stay with me; it's up to you what you tell him Michael but as you know he has very firm views on such matters."

Michael said he certainly would not be telling his father or his brother and as far as he was concerned they no longer existed. I again felt sorry for him and wanted to hug him but we were in a public place so held back. It was now almost lunchtime so his mother invited us to join her for lunch. Michael looked at me and I nodded feeling it was the least we could do. As it happened lunch went very well and the topic of conversation moved away from her husband and Michael's sexuality.

"Wow, that was a turn up for the books" Michael grinned once we'd said our goodbyes and walked out to the bike. I agreed but was happy that at least he'd come out to his mum and she'd taken it okay.

The morning arrived for us to move down to Brighton. Everything was packed and our bedsit had been cleaned from top to bottom. Neither of us wanted to leave it dirty, not that it ever was because we were a pair of fussy queens. At the time we'd agreed to leave, Robert knocked on the door.

"Your transport awaits sir" he giggled. I laughed and gave him a kiss. He groped me as I did so. "I'm so going to miss you guys" he said sadly.

"You're welcome to come down whenever you want to Robert."

"You might regret saying that" he laughed, "but thanks I may well do so because I shall so miss these two cocks."

We grabbed our bags and the boxes of other personal items and took them down to his car parked outside and loaded them in. We'd arranged that Michael would travel with Robert leaving me to ride the bike solo. We'd also decided we needed a car so would sell the bike and buy one. We'd both learnt to drive a car so it was the best option since we'd certainly need it to collect provisions for the business and there was parking outside the house.

For a while I followed Robert but soon got bored with that so accelerated past them once I could. Even so, we arrived at much the same time. Jack welcomed us with open arms as usual and I noticed he gave Robert a particularly warm welcome. Much to our surprise, Jack had moved out of his bedroom so told us to move in. I said he needn't have done that since we wouldn't have minded moving into it after he'd gone but he said he needed to clear out a lot of Dean's things so it was a good opportunity to do so before we arrived. I could tell it had been a painful job for him so hugged him tight.

"You still miss him terribly don't you" I sad as I rubbed his back.

"Yes I do; it seems so unfair; he was struck down in the prime of life. Michael so reminds me of him since Dean had also severed all contact with his family because of the big G thing so he only had me."

I told him about the meeting with Michael's mother and he said he was sorry to hear his parents had separated but was happy that he'd come out to his mother. We left Jack to entertain Robert whilst Michael and I moved our stuff into our new bedroom which was as large as our bedsit. Jack had given it a thorough clean so everything looked and smelt wonderful. He'd even put new bedding on the bed so it didn't take long for us to hang up our clothes and empty the boxes of other personal items, most of which went downstairs in our new sitting room. To have such a room plus a fully fledged kitchen was absolute bliss. Michael and I still couldn't quite believe all this was happening. Jack had removed all his personal ornaments from the sitting room so we placed our few in their place.

"Just be aware guys that I've packed some items I want to keep but not take with me into the loft. There are a number of mementos of Dean and our life together. Didn't think it would be fair on Miguel to take those with me but I have taken a few photos."

"We'll look after them Jack and if you do ever decide to come back we can get them out again." Jack pulled me into an embrace and I sensed tears in his eyes. I so hoped his new life with Miguel worked out because he certainly deserved some happiness.

The rest of the day was spent laughing and joking with Robert and Jack who both seemed to really hit it off with each other. Having said that Robert was the kind of guy who got on with most people but it was good to see them together. When Michael and I eventually went to bed we left Jack and Robert in the sitting room. We later heard them enter the double room across the landing from ours so I guessed they spent the night together.

Robert left to return home on the Sunday morning and wished us every success with our new venture. I was still feeling nervous about it but Michael had every confidence in it working out well. Jack took us round the house again and pointed out various things such as where the electrical fuse panel was situated, how the heating system worked and the equipment in the kitchen. It was well equipped even though we'd only be serving breakfast but it would certainly make life easier. He also explained the booking system he and Dean had used and the ledgers he used for the accounts. This was one thing Michael and I were confident about so that was easy.

On the Monday we worked on updating the leaflets we'd need for the tourist office and gay friendly bars plus of course The Forty-Two Club' which was a proper gay bar where only men were welcome. We also needed new headed paper with our names on it and business cards, all of which had to be printed but Jack knew a gay guy who'd do this for us at a good price and within just a few days. Jack and Dean had chosen the name Lambda B&B' so we decided to continue using the same. The word Lambda signified `unity under oppression' which we felt was very apt. Rather interestingly the Greek letter Lambda was selected as a symbol by the Gay Activists Alliance of New York in 1970 and in 1974 it was officially declared the international symbol for gay and lesbian rights by the International Gay Rights Congress in Edinburgh, Scotland so we felt ahead of the times.

True to his word the gay printer produced all that we needed within two days so Jack took us to meet the people we needed to see to start advertising our new venture. Rather surprisingly we received a very good reception. It seemed the closure of the B&B when Dean died had been a big disappointment so we were assured that business would soon be rolling in. I just hoped their confidence was justified.

Jack also helped us send a mail out to all his past customers so as to let them know the Lambda B&B was in business again. Several responded saying they were pleased to hear that and wished us every success and two booked rooms for Easter which was very welcome. At least we had two customers so that was a start. All we now had to do was get the rooms ready so Michael and I stripped off to the waist and got cleaning. Jack offered to help but I told him he'd done enough and to enjoy his last couple of weeks doing whatever he wanted to do. He had lots of friends he needed to say goodbye to so we left him to do that whilst we got stuck in.

Within a week we'd thoroughly cleaned all rooms including the dining room, corridors and staircases to freshen them up. Jack was very impressed when we gave him the tour. The beds had all been aired so were ready for making up once we had bookings. Jack had told us to always put fresh linen on just before the guest arrived so as to make it look and smell clean. We'd also laundered all the bedding and the towels so we were now ready for our first guest.

Jack had told us that guests varied from guys who were in Brighton for the weekend or if you were lucky for the week, but also consisted of guys on business who wanted an all male venue to stay in. Some of these stayed anything from one to four weeks so we hoped we'd be lucky and attract some of those. We were therefore delighted when we received a response to the mail out from a guy who frequently visited Brighton on business and was devastated when Dean died and the B&B closed. Jack had mentioned in the mail out that it was now being run by his nephew and boyfriend so it was still very much in the family; so no pressure there then!

`I'd like to book a double room on the second floor if one is available please and I shall require it for two weeks this month and for another two weeks next month.' The start of the first period was the week after Jack had left for Spain and the second was four weeks later.

"I can't believe it" I screamed, "We've got our first long term booking." Prices were based on the size of room rather than the number of occupants but since he was booking for an extended period and would only need breakfast for one, Jack said he always gave a discount. I quickly acknowledged the booking in writing saying we looked forward to meeting him. His name was Brendan and according to Jack, was a guy in his mid thirties as well as being very attractive.

"Well guys, it's all up to you now but if you need me for anything just give me a call" Jack told us on the morning he was leaving. It was an emotional parting and I knew I was going to miss him like hell but I had Michael by my side so reckoned we'd manage. I'd offered to accompany him to the airport but he said he hated emotional farewells at airports so we hugged and kissed in the privacy of our home and then watched him climb into his taxi to whisk him away. The majority of his luggage had been collected two days before since that was travelling by airfreight. When he'd disappeared out of view I walked back inside and closed the door. Michael took me into his arms and kissed me.

"We'll be fine and this is going to be a thriving business, believe me."

I grinned and kissed him. I knew it would with him around but the house seemed so empty now without Jack's cheery face but once we had guests to look after things would change.

Brendan arrived as planned on the Sunday afternoon. He lived up north but had business in Brighton and the surrounding seaside towns so frequently had to visit. He was a delightful guy and I knew we'd get on really well. I booked him in and took him up to his room. "It's so good to be back here; I've so hated having to use the standard hotels since Jack closed after Dean passed away. I assume it is still a gay male only establishment like it used to be."

"Very much so" I grinned.

"When I used to come before, both Jack and Dean always used to let me kiss them; can I do the same to you?"

For a moment I was taken aback but if a guest wanted to kiss me, why not. "Sure" I replied and moved up to him. He took my head into his hands and placed a very hard wet kiss on my lips. "I can see the family resemblance; you're very much like Jack."

I thanked him and said there'd be a cup of tea and a cake waiting for him downstairs in the dining room when he was ready. "You can then meet Michael my boyfriend and give him a kiss too" I grinned as I left him to unpack.

Ten minutes later, Brendan appeared and I introduced Michael. "Oh wow, yes, you're just as gorgeous as Justin." He then swept Michael into a kiss before sitting down to have his tea and slice of chocolate cake which I'd made specially. I decided I was definitely going to enjoy running a B&B.

The following morning as I made my way downstairs to prepare Brendan's breakfast, I met him walking to the bathroom stark naked. He had the most gorgeous body so I had to stop and look.

"Morning; I hope you slept well."

He turned and grinned. "Yeah, brilliant; I trust you don't mind me wandering round naked but I'm so used to doing it at home."

"Gracious no; we never mind seeing naked guys wandering round" I grinned and made my way downstairs.

The B&B business very quickly picked up and within a few weeks we had bookings for every week right through to the summer which was already fully booked for some weeks. Easter was also particularly busy which we enjoyed. We met some lovely guys and even had sex with a couple of weekenders who were up for anything. They both loved being fucked so Michael and I obliged; we took the view that what the customer wanted, the customer got.

We also enjoyed our life in Brighton and quickly made lots of friends as we visited the gay friendly bars and of course The Forty-Two Club which was our favourite. The bar staff there were delightful and we were often given free drinks; well from two in particular who we'd taken a fancy to and frequently invited round for a meal, followed by a good session of sex. One in particular loved being fucked and sucking another at the same time. He even liked being double fucked which Michael and I were happy to do whilst the other guy mouth fucked him.

So, life in Brighton and running a gay B&B worked out well for us. We certainly never regretted leaving the bank and within a couple of years were making much more money than we had there or probably ever would but as my dad had pointed out, we were now our own boss so no chance of being discriminated against because of our sexuality.

We frequently communicated with Jack and it seemed life with Miguel was going well. They came over for our first Christmas in Brighton and I could see why Jack had fallen for Miguel. He was a dishy guy and every time I saw him felt my cock twitch with excitement but sadly nothing happened. He was very much into older guys, which is why he loved Jack.

Finally in 1967, homosexual acts between consenting adults was legalised so at last we didn't have to hide our love for each other, not that we had to in Brighton since nobody there cared a fuck who you loved, or at least not within the circles we moved in. I sometimes think back to that moment when I saw Michael at Y and wonder how different my life would have been had we not met and fallen in love. Life moves in peculiar ways, some good and some bad, but as Michael always says, things will turn out okay in the end, and they have.