Date: Sat, 7 Jun 2008 08:16:33 +0000
From: Shaved Smooth <shaved_smooth@live.co.uk>
Subject: My Progress - part 4

I thought long and hard about where I would take Toby for a meal and in the
end picked a local Italian place, notable for its atmosphere and good
family cooking, it was still owned by members of the family who had founded
it. I tidied my flat up, just in case Toby came back afterwards though I
found it difficult to imagine. I live in a bed-sit, well the brochure
describes it as a studio flat; basically I live in 1 room with a small
bathroom and cupboard sized kitchen (not that I do much cooking). I
probably was not that much smaller than Toby's flat, but far more untidy
and his was in far better nick.

We had an enjoyable meal, Toby told me stories about his trip, including
the visit to the strip club; this was something his business colleagues
insist on arranging even though they know he's gay, perhaps they think they
can 'catch him out' in some way. I didn't intend to, but found myself
telling Toby about Tom getting me to suck off my ex-colleagues. Toby was a
surprisingly easy person to talk to and actually listened, making
intelligent and interesting comments even though his and my situation were
so different. He brought up the idea of another job and I told him about
the CV problem, but that I wanted to start looking. He said he'd think
about it; I'd not expected him to actually do anything, just listening was
fine, and I assumed that his comment was simply a way of being supportive
without committing to anything. There was no suggestiveness and no getting
of cocks out under the table, not that it would have been possible such a
busy restaurant. Afterwards Toby took the initiative, there was no
suggestive invitation for coffee, he simply asked me if I'd like to come
back to his place for the night. I said yes, but again had the problem of
clean clothes for the next morning. I needn't have worried, at Toby's place
along with all the toiletries he'd bought me last time there were my dirty
clothes left behind (in error) after my first visit, all duly cleaned and
pressed.

We showered before going to bed, Toby's bathroom was a small wet room so
there was plenty of room for us both in the shower and each took great
delight in cleaning the other, making sure that arse, cock and other places
were very clean. We went straight to bed, our cocks already clean and
hard. Once there, Toby took his time, giving my arse a good tonguing before
fucking me. We did nothing new, but there was a sense of getting to know
each other's bodies better.

Next morning Toby had a couple of new surprises for me. The first was an
invitation to dinner with some of his friends, it was issued slightly
tentatively, as if I wouldn't have wanted to meet them. I was put off at
first, thinking he didn't want me to come. But he challenged me, asking if
I really wanted to come or not and I admitted I did but was worried he
didn't want me there. He got up from the breakfast table and came to stand
by me, and assured me that he did want me to come, that he wanted his
friends to meet me.

The second surprise was another present, a decent phone so that we could
stay in touch better; it was one that could send and receive emails, take
and send photos. I was a bit gob-smacked, but he explained that it was
partly selfish as he was going abroad for a couple of weeks and wanted to
make sure we could stay in contact. I was a bit nervous about both the
dinner party and his trip abroad, worried that I would mess up the one and
that we'd come adrift during the other. After all the trip would give him
the opportunity to meet guys far less ordinary than me.

The next week and a half was spent in something of a daze, I certainly
didn't manage to concentrate as much as I should at work. I delighted in
using my new phone, Toby and I exchanged numerous messages and photos, I
collected quite a collection of his cock and became increasingly daring at
sending him pictures of mine. Tom spent a large part of the time working on
a new project away from the office, so we were kept extremely busy faxing
and sending him documents without ever having to deal with his presence,
which was something of a relief.

Finally the time came for the dinner at Toby's friends. We'd met up one
more time since he'd asked me to accompany him and just before I left him
he'd given me another shirt, this time and extremely expensive but casual
one for me to wear the dinner. I alternated between being grateful for the
shirt and worrying that he didn't think I was capable of dressing suitably
for his friends. I needn't have worried.

Claire and Tom lived in a big modern house in the country, the sort my
mother used to refer to as millionaires houses; as opposed to the nicer,
older ones lived in by the gentry, though these distinctions could not
longer be made. The house was very well appointed, but not the sort of
place that I would consider. We were shown into a large reception room with
a view of a rather bare, well manicured garden. Compared to Toby's flat,
the room was a riot of colour, but everything seemed a little fancy for my
taste.

When we arrived there were 2 other couples in the room besides Claire and
Tom, Rona and William, Charlie (a woman) and Bill. As I understood it, Rona
was one of Toby's closest friends and Claire was one of his oldest. Bill
and Toby had long-standing business links. From the first I liked Rona and
William, Rona was friendly without being pushy and did her best to make me
welcome in such new company, William seemed quiet and reserved, standing
behind his wife most of the time but always backing her up. Claire was
ostensibly friendly, but I found there was an edge to her and she always
seemed to be pushing the fact that she was Toby's oldest friend. Charlie
was far younger than Bill and, frankly, I couldn't find much to talk to her
about apart from her hair and makeup (there was a lot of both). Bill I
never really got chance to talk to as he buttonholed Toby as soon as we
arrived. As we went into dinner, Toby managed to whisper his apologies to
me for being monopolised and trusted that Claire and Rona were making me
welcome.

For the first half of the meal things went pretty well. I was sat on
Claire's left with Charlie to my left. Toby was at the opposite end of the
table facing Bill, who had insisted on sitting next to Charlie, who held
his hand throughout the meal. Much alcohol was drunk and towards the end of
proceedings, Claire kept pumping me about how Toby and I had first met. She
kept on about it, implying that we were keeping something from her. I
attempted to give her a sanitised version, but Toby heard and told the
truth, as a funny story. Everyone laughed, but I was mortified, the event
played into all my uncertainties and I was convinced that everyone was
laughing at me and thought me a common trollop.

For me, the party never recovered. Toby picked things up as best he could,
but we left as soon as we could. I'd expected a long explanation from Toby,
but he simply apologised saying that we were both tired and that he would
speak to me in the morning. For the first time since we'd met, I went home
without fucking, though he did give me a long warm kiss.

I'd intended to lie awake fretting over the incident, but the combination
of stress and copious amounts of alcohol meant that I went out like a
light. I was awoken next morning around 10.30am by the sound of my door
bell. Now, though the flat is a little grotty, the security system is still
pretty good. There's an outer door which you can't get through without
being buzzed in and then we each have an inner door, with its own door
bell. It was this latter bell which was ringing, so I assumed to was one of
my neighbours. I looked through the spy-hole to see Toby. I was in half a
mind to not answer except I couldn't quite believe what I was seeing. So I
opened the door to confirm things, he was standing there bollock naked,
carrying only a bunch of roses, with the words 'I'm sorry' and 'Please fuck
me' written on him (in lipstick I subsequently discovered). I let him in
before any of the neighbours saw him.

I didn't know whether to be angry or happy. He stood just inside the door
and wouldn't do anything else till he'd apologised, explaining that he'd
never intended to insult me or belittle me and had hoped that he could make
light of our meeting. After all it wasn't something that we could change
and he preferred not to hide the circumstances in case someone found out
anyway. But he promised to try never to embarrass me in front of his
friends and told me that I was welcome to pick an occasion on which to
embarrass him.

After the we got down to the proper business (the flowers got left on the
floor for later). I was already naked and knelt down and applied myself
first to Toby's cock and then to his arse. I tried to be a bit careful, but
inevitable some of the lipstick rubbed of on me. I decided to take him at
his word and replaced my tongue with a finger up his hole. First one finger
then two and finally my cock. My cock is not exceptionally large but Toby's
chute felt really tight, I thrust hard and he shouted. I stopped, but he
screamed for me to continue. We must have made a lot of noise as we both
fucked noisily, finally we both came. Toby couldn't stay long after that,
as he had to prepare for his trip, but I was pleased that he'd come. I put
on some clothes and popped out to retrieve the running gear which he'd
discarded once he'd managed to get into my block. As the shorts were tiny
and he wore nothing underneath them, they were barely more decent than his
nudity. As he jogged off he admitted to me that that was the first time for
a long time that he'd been fucked and that he'd enjoyed it. I was
gob-smacked, but Toby didn't give me a chance to press the matter further,
he jogged off shouting that he'd email me.