Date: Tue, 27 Apr 2004 05:07:07 -0700 (PDT)
From: B J Courtney <jc23a@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: And still in love Part 6

AND STILL IN LOVE

B J Courtney jc23a@hotmail.com

Part Six -- Two paths diverged!

About six months after Gareth left the company James
was summoned to Mr. Grimes' office for a matter of
some urgency. It seemed quite serious as Andrea Kirk
accompanied him to the stern oaken doors of the boss'
office. Ms. Kirk left him there as soon as she heard
Grime's shrill voicing calling them in.

James entered the room with some apprehension. In his
mind he was scared that he was in some considerable
trouble but had no idea what it could have been that
caused it. He hadn't messed up on any transaction that
he was aware of but maybe this was the way that he
would be informed of some dreadful mistake. He knew it
wasn't a benign summons as Andrea had accompanied him
and he was sure that that of itself spelt trouble. And
he was correct.

"Ah, Mister Andrews," said Grimes indicating a chair
to the young trainee, "I'm sorry that I have had to
summon you but a matter of the utmost severity has
arisen and I feel that it would be inappropriate for
somebody else to deal with, please, please, take a
seat!"

Nervously James slipped into the dark green leather
chair that faced his boss' desk. He noticed that the
small chubby man was quite embarrassed or nervous or
something about what he was about to say, his neck was
tight and his face was very red coloured.

"Are you familiar with the basic precepts of criminal
law?" Grimes asked.

"Yes sir I am," replied James respectfully.

Grimes was getting more visible uncomfortable as he
continued; "well let's cut to the chase Mr. Andrews,
your father is Sir Mark isn't that correct?"

"Yes sir!"

"And he was in the treasury?"

"That is correct sir! Mr. Grimes sir is something the
matter?"

Grimes got up from his desk and walked towards the
window. Without turning he spoke again, "Mr. Andrews
I'm afraid we have received a complaint about you of
the most serious and concerning matter!" he stated
gruffly clearly discomforted by what he was saying.
"It relates to a young trainee that was with us some
months ago do you remember him?"

James wasn't sure how to react. He decided that it
would probably be better to say yes, "Yes Mr. Grimes
indeed I do and this was Gareth Fitzpatrick was it
not?"

"I believe that to be his name, anyway there is an
allegation that you behaved in an inappropriate manner
with the man, I understand..."

As Grimes continued James felt his head getting
lighter and lighter, he was not aware of what was
being said to him but he had guessed the outcome from
the moment Gareth was mentioned. It was the end of his
time at Roberts & Grimes and probably as a solicitor.
Maybe Grimes was still speaking but James was not
listening, his head was spinning and before he
realised it he slumped over onto the floor in a faint.

James came to with Mr. Grimes' secretary sitting
beside him holding a glass of water and a bottle of
smelling salts.

"What happened?" he asked groggily.

"You passed out! If you feel up to it Mr. Grimes has
instructed me to call a taxi when you're ready to
bring you home!"

"Have I just been sacked?" James asked with a pathetic
tone in his voice.

"I don't know what you're speaking about," the
secretary replied, "Mr. Grimes simply asked me to call
a taxi I am not privy to what he discussed with you
now if you feel you're up to it would you like me to
call a taxi?"

"That would be very kind of you, thank you!" James
replied quietly.

The taxi ride to Baron Court was a roller coaster of
emotions for James. First he would get angry with
Gareth for reporting him to the company, the little
shit had ruined his life, his career and his
reputation, what would he tell his family? Anger gave
way to fear, then anger, fear and back to anger. He
wouldn't have much time to concoct a story for his
parents. If his parents found that he had been sacked
from a well-known company they might well disinherit
him, he would have no funds, no job and no reputation
-- why did he let Gareth blow him? Why did the little
bastard report him? What would he do now? What would
he do if he could get his hands on Gareth?

Yet nothing could have prepared him for what was
waiting for him when he got back to the house. As soon
as he came through the door he encountered Mike in his
usual state of semi-undress standing in the hallway.

"You have to call home urgently," Mike stated flatly
clearly indicating that something had happened, "your
work rang and said you need to contact home as quick
as possible mate."

James' head was swimming again. Grimes had probably
called his father and explained the situation. He was
finished! Nervously he picked up the receiver and
dialled the number as Mike quietly disappeared
upstairs. But James was not expecting what was to come
next. A neighbour of his, Mr. Charles, answered the
phone and simply told James to come home as quickly as
possible.

"I something the matter?" James asked.

"There's been an accident, please come now and we will
tell you everything when you get here." That was all
that Mr. Charles would say.

"Is everything okay?" James whined.

"Please James, don't ask questions, at least not on
the telephone, it would be better if you could come
quickly, call me from the station and I'll collect
you."

James ran upstairs and grabbed a few bits and pieces,
he threw them into a holdall and was pounding down the
stairs when Mike called out; "everything okay mate?"

"I think there's been an accident or something I have
to go home," James shouted back as he closed the front
door behind him and rushed to the tube station. It
took almost three hours to get home but Mr. Charles
collected him from the station when he arrived. There
was a cold silence in the car.

"Mr. Charles!" James stated flatly, "Is there
something after happening could you please tell me
what this is all about?"

"James," the man began, "there's been an accident
involving your parents."

"Are they both okay?" James asked suddenly panicked.

"Your father is in intensive care..."

"And mum?" James' head was spinning yet again, could
anything else go wrong today?

"I'm sorry James!" Mr. Charles said quietly, "your
mother was..."

"...killed in the accident!" James finished the
statement, "what happened Mr. Charles?"

"I'm sorry James, I'm not too sure but there is an
inspector in the house at the moment and he might be
able to tell you more."

"Was daddy driving?"

"No! Your mother was driving and I understand she took
the full hit."

James went silent. His face was drained of every bit
of colour and he stared blankly ahead. His mind was
reeling with the incredible events of the day. Losing
his job had been bad enough but now his mother was
dead and his father badly injured. The words 'she took
the full hit' echoed through his dizzying brain. 'She
took the full hit!'

There are days in a fellow's life that are just too
bad to consider. In one day he had been ousted from
the closet, sacked as a result and ended up losing his
mother. His head swimming, James climbed the wide
stairway to his room and some privacy. He collapsed on
his bed and began to sob. At twenty-one his life was
suddenly a mess, his hateful job was gone and his
parents were after having an accident there was
nothing more that could happen to him. He cried like a
baby into his pillow.

About an hour later there was a gentle rap on the door
and Violet Charles' head peeped in. Violet had been a
close friend of his mother for many years and had
often babysat James when he was younger. She was
almost like a second mother to him. Having no children
of her own she he was like a son to her. James quickly
wiped his eyes on the sheet and stood formally to
greet her. He was embarrassed to be caught crying like
this. In the strange formal world of the Home Counties
manners and appearance often mask true feelings. 

"May I come in?" Violet asked quietly.

James simply nodded in reply. His strength was gone
and he collapsed back onto the edge of the bed. Violet
sat gently beside him and put her arm around him. He
was about to speak but she rocked him against her,
stroking the back of his head and quietly whispered
that he shouldn't. They sat there gently swaying and
sobbing, both had lost somebody special words were
meaningless now.

After a while Violet asked quietly if James would
prefer to stay in her house that night. "It might not
be too nice to be here alone!" she suggested. James
just sighed and agreed. He didn't want to think about
this too much, thinking hurt!

Anthony Charles met them on the stairs as the two left
the room to go back to the Charles' house.

"Would you like to go to the hospital?" Mr. Charles
asked quietly.

James nodded and within minutes they were on the road
driving in silence to visit Sir Mark in intensive
care. It was a long enough journey and Mr. Charles
explained that there would be a lot of things to
arrange the following day. James' aunt would be coming
up from Cambridge, as would other family members.
There was an inspector from the local force that would
like to meet with James and there were other matters
to be arranged particularly in relation to undertakers
and the vicar.

James saw his father that night, he wasn't well, his
head was still spinning a bit and he wanted to go
home. The Charleses brought him back to their house
and James was given a room. He slept, but would never
remember how or when he fell asleep.

****
Back in London Gareth Fitzpatrick was having a
different kind of life. He had finished school, did
well in his A levels and had found a boyfriend!
Everything hadn't been perfect all the same. His
family did not have the resources to pay his way
through college so Gareth had settled into a course as
a legal secretary. He had secured a part-time job with
a solicitor's firm in the city. It was quite an
exciting place with links to an American firm. As a
result the offices were bright and spacious and there
was a very high-pressured but friendly atmosphere in
the place. The place was nothing like the awful
Roberts & Grimes place where he had done his last
work-placement from school. Gareth often thought about
his time there. In a way he still had a thing for
James but knew it would never come to anything so
never dwelt on what might have been for too long.

Two great things had happened since Gareth arrived.
His boss was a man called Rod and he put Gareth's name
forward for a full-time position. The reason he
suggested this was (or so he told Gareth) because he
could see a huge potential in the young man and the
company had a programme to train staff so as long as
Gareth got his examinations the company would pay for
his tuition and fees. Beyond that Gareth knew that the
company would sponsor him through the Bachelor of Law
as long as he got top marks in his course. He studied
hard, worked hard and delighted his bosses with his
enthusiasm.

The second great thing about this company was that it
had a small gym in the basement where the staff could
go before or after work. The gym opened at seven and
was mostly used by the solicitors at that time. After
work the secretaries and most of the women on staff
used the facility more than the men. Gareth naturally
preferred the early morning sessions. Gareth's
attraction wasn't the other staff but the man who
worked in the gym -- Paul Robinson!

Paul was in his early to mid-thirties. An East London
lad with a fine physique and a shaved head, he had
dark blue eyes and a very commanding presence. He
always wore white tracksuit bottoms and a singlet
around the gym. He had piercings in both ears and in
his left nipple. This latter piercing amazed Gareth.
In fact everything about Paul amazed him and he
fantasised about being with him. But Gareth knew
better than to make any direct approach to a
gym-instructor. Paul might well have been drop-dead
gorgeous but he was probably straight and would
probably beat Gareth to a pulp if he ever discovered
that Gareth was into him.

Paul was not straight! He was also well aware of the
fact that he fixated this twenty-year old. The fact
that Gareth was always waiting for the gym to open at
seven and would stutter a bit when speaking to Paul
was enough for Paul's experienced nose to sniff out a
fellow batty-boy. He also noticed that Gareth would
try to catch furtive glimpses of the instructor whilst
working on the weight machines. Paul decided after a
few weeks of watching the lad watching him that he
might well test his theory.

"Have you got a proper workout programme mate?" he
asked one day as Gareth struggled with curling the
121/2-kilo dumbbells. 

Gareth looked blankly at the man.

"I'll book you in for a review tomorrow morning at
seven if ya like!" Paul suggested. The following day
was Friday and there was rarely anybody in the gym on
Friday mornings.

"That, well, that would be like fine!" Gareth
half-stuttered, "what do I have to do?"

"Just be here at 7 and don't drink too much water
before the test mate!"

The following morning Gareth was there on time. Paul
smiled cheerily at him and called him over to the
instructor's office. Gareth had seen others go in
there with Paul but had no idea why. This was the room
where Paul conducted assessments but today he was
going to use it as a test too!

"Okay lad strip to your shorts and get up on the
scales!"

Gareth froze and stared blankly at the man.

"I said strip to your shorts mate and if you don't
stop dallying I'll come over there and strip ya myself
now get your kit off now!"

Paul's commanding tone frightened Gareth into action.
Moving like an automaton he soon stood in just his
underpants as Paul watched him with his arms folded.
Gareth didn't see the smile curling around the edges
of Paul's mouth. Paul was going to enjoy this.

"Up on the scales lad!" he snapped and Gareth obeyed
immediately. "Looks like I've an obedient one here!"
Paul muttered to himself with the smile getting wider.
"Okay Gareth, you're 72 kilos! Not bad! Now check your
height!"

Paul measured Gareth in metric and then entered the
height of 179cm into the scales, "Back on the scales
boy!" he snapped and Gareth promptly obeyed. Paul was
laughing to himself; Gareth hadn't even reacted to
being called 'boy'! "Your BMI is 13.5 that's very
good!" Paul said.

"What's a BMI?" Gareth asked.

"Body mass index yours is very good!" Paul said as he
took out a tape and approached Gareth. "I just want to
take your measurements now!" he said as he wrapped the
tape around Gareth's waist. "28!" he announced and
marked it on his clipboard. Paul then took Gareth's
chest was 34", his upper arms were 10", Gareth closed
his eyes and became aware that his cock was beginning
to stir as Paul went down on his haunches before him
and reached the tape measure around his thighs 13" and
calves at 11". He was acutely aware that Paul's face
was only inches from his crotch and he was petrified
that the sexy instructor would notice the swelling
tube. 

"Okay Gar, stand up straight and let me take a look at
ya!"

Gareth stood upright; Paul remained squatted on his
hunches. He looked up at the young man and smiled as
he noted the tightly closed eyes. Paul decided to play
a bit more with the lad and see how far this would go.
He reached forward and placed his hands on either side
of Gareth's quivering left thing.

"You're a bit on the skinny side mate!" Paul remarked
as he massaged the lean thigh with his two hands.
"What you need is a bit of a programme to build up the
chest, arms and thighs, here turn around!"

Gareth turned on the spot. "Just as I thought!" Paul
remarked as he cupped the left cheek of Gareth's arse,
"you've got a nice pert arse man and quite firm as
well!" 

Gareth's cock was beginning to leak now but Paul
showed no sign of removing his hand from the now
nervous young man's arse.

"The backside and the thighs are linked in a group of
muscles," Paul explained as he ran his hand down the
outside of Gareth's thigh, "it's what girls look at
first you know?"

"Sorry?" Gareth wasn't hearing what was been said, he
could feel a wet spot on the front of his underpants
and was beginning to sweat a bit. 

"It's the backside mate that girls look at when
they're sizing a bloke up just like men look at the
tits! You do look at girl's tits don't ya Gareth?"

"Eh yeah!" Gareth answered nervously, "Ehm Paul? Is
there much more assessing to do?"

Paul stood and grinned, "just a few stretches to see
how supple you are mate!"

As Gareth stepped off the scales Paul remained in
place behind him so that Gareth's arse bumped into his
groin as he stood down. Gareth blushed, he was afraid
to turn around but he was sure that he had felt a hard
dick bumping against his arse. He moved quickly
forward, this was not what he had expected and he
wasn't sure if it was what he wanted but he was there
and there was no way out now.

"Okay mate!" Paul began, "stand with your legs as far
apart as you can!"

Gareth obeyed, his back still turned to the
instructor.

"That's good musculature on the outer thigh," Paul
remarked, "now bend forward and put the palms of your
hand flat on the ground!"

It took a moment for Gareth to manoeuvre himself into
the position instructed but very soon he had the two
palms of his hands flat on the floor, his briefs
stretched and his arse in the air. Now it was Paul's
turn to be glad that Gareth couldn't see him, the tent
in the front of his white tracksuit bottoms would have
housed a circus it was so big! In a way Paul wanted to
rush forward and skewer the young bit of arse in front
of him, he knew that Gareth didn't look at girls'
tits! Gareth was queer that was certain, but would he
allow an old guy like Paul into his pants? That was
the part that made Paul unsure of what to do next.

"That's nice!" he said and ordered Gareth to stand and
get dressed. "I'll draw up a programme for you that
will build the arms and thighs a bit and the chest a
lot. There'll be a good lot of aerobic and
cardio-vascular stuff to begin..." Paul was acting
professionally again. "I'll have your programme ready
after work or even at lunchtime today..." His voice was
beginning to ramble a bit as Gareth dressed hurriedly,
"or if it suits ya better ya can drop by in the
morning and I'll walk ya through the programme okay
mate?"

The question caught Gareth off guard "Eh well, after
work would be fine thanks Paul!" he walked towards the
door of the little office.

"One last thing Gar!" Paul said as the young man
reached for the handle.

"What's that?"

"If I was you I wouldn't be doing that stretch
exercise you just did in Old Compton Street!" Paul
winked. Gareth blushed and hurried upstairs to work.

Gareth spent the rest of that wrestling with himself
about whether he should go back down after work or
just abandon the gym altogether. He knew that Paul was
aware of his sexuality now and was afraid of what he
might do. He could always complain about Paul touching
him inappropriately during the assessment. He knew
that the examination of his bum was certainly not part
of the instructor's duty, but then, he had complained
about James to his teacher and underneath it all
Gareth knew that he was getting a bit precious. "You
can't complain every time a hot man touches you," he
admonished himself, "otherwise you'll die a virgin!"
At half past four, with his work complete and his
heart racing, he climbed down the stairs to the
basement to get his programme and indeed whatever else
might be in store for him. With every nervous step he
felt as if he were coming closer and closer to some
inevitable doom. His throat was dry and the palms of
his hands were wet with sweat, he noticed how cold the
door knob felt, once he turned this knob and entered
he knew there would be no going back. He paused, took
a deep breath and sighed, yes! His courage falsely
rallied and he opened the door a bit too quickly. 

The room was quite dark as most of the lights and
machines were already switched off. There was a radio
playing somewhere, probably in the office. Gareth
hadn't noticed the radio before because there was
awful piped music and often a blaring television in
the gym when his colleagues worked out.

"Paul!" he called out.

"We're closed mate sorry!" 

Paul's voice came from somewhere Gareth wasn't quite
sure where but guessed that he was in the changing
room. He walked towards the door and stuck his head
around it.

"It's Gareth I just came to collect my programme!"

There was no reply.

"I'll come back for it on Monday!"

"It's in the office on the desk!" Paul's voice called
back. 

"Thanks Paul, I'll get it, see ya Monday!" Gareth
shouted aware that Paul was probably in either the
steam room or the sauna. Gareth walked into Paul's
small office and saw the folder with his name on the
counter. He lifted it and his curiosity got the better
of him so instead of just turning and going he read
the contents. He lifted his eyes and noticed a framed
photograph on the shelf at his eye level. It was a
holiday snap of Paul with a very handsome young man in
Spain or on some Greek island. Paul was wearing a dark
blue Speedo but the young man beside him was nude and
showing a nice tan-line from where he was obviously
wearing shorts. The younger man was quite German
looking with fair hair and beautiful skin.
Unconsciously Gareth reached for the photo to examine
it more closely. The lad was beautiful! A surge of
jealousy mounted within him. He wished he were as
beautiful as this boy. The young man's smile was so
bright and his face seemed so happy. Of course he was
with Paul and that was probably the reason why he was
so content. He turned his eye to Paul and noticed that
Paul's face was proud, not smiling, just staring
proudly ahead. He guessed that it was like that Paul
was boasting about his conquest like some hunter
coming home with a prize catch. That was probably it,
Paul had obviously put that smile on the lad's face, a
quick check of Paul's bulge was all Gareth needed to
imagine that Paul had probably fucked the lad. The
photo said it all! This was Paul showing off his
trophy -- "I wish I was that trophy!" Gareth muttered
as he placed the photo back on the shelf.

"That's Koen!"

Gareth turned in shock to see Paul standing in the
doorway wrapped in a white towel with nothing else on.

"Sorry I didn't mean to pry!" Gareth said fumbling to
get his folder back together and get out.

"Yep great boy he was too!" Paul continued, "he's
Belgian and I met him on holidays in Mikonos last
year..." Paul took a step towards Gareth, "we had a
great time the two of us..." he took another step and
was now directly in front of Gareth in the tiny room,
"typical holiday romance..." Paul looked straight into
Gareth's startled eyes and smiled his wicked way, he
could see that Gareth was getting uncomfortable but he
didn't care, "liked nothing better than taking it up
the arse..." Gareth gulped nervously. "We did it like
ten times a day..." Paul continued his body was now only
inches away from Gareth's, "maybe more..." Gareth's eyes
were wide with apprehensive fear. "That's why he's
smiling Gareth, because he was nice lad that liked
dick and met me so he got what he wanted most!" Gareth
closed his eyes in panic as Paul loosened the towel
around his waist and let if fall to the floor. Gareth
was afraid to look but Paul took his left wrist and
gently manoeuvred it over to his dick. Gareth
obediently wrapped his fingers around the hard column
of flesh but still wouldn't open his eyes. "Would you
like to be the next Koen Gareth?" Paul whispered. With
his eyes still closed and his mind in a panic Gareth's
head began to nod. "Then say it!"

"Ca, can I, eh, be your next Koen please P Paul?" 

There, he had said it! Like a willing victim to
sacrifice he had asked to get his arse fucked and did
so like some sort of pledge, holding the dick that
would (as he imagined) be the first one to penetrate
the warm, velvet glove of his virginal arse-tunnel.

"I need a shower before I knock off care to join me?"
Paul asked cheerily.

"I'm fine," Gareth replied his voice choking with a
mixture of fear and excitement, "I already had mine
this morning!"

"I'd like it very much if you would join me!" Paul
stated flatly, "and would ya mind releasing my cock
for a bit!"

"Sorry!" Gareth said as he quickly released his grip
on Paul's hard veiny shaft.

"Don't be sorry just get yer kit off and come with
me!"

With his legs like jelly Gareth followed the man out
of the office admiring his arse as he walked before
him. Paul had a really nice arse with high hard cheeks
that rolled over each other as he walked.

"You looking at my arse mate? I told ya it was the
first thing a girl looks at!" Paul laughed as he led
Gareth into the changing rooms. "Now get your kit off,
stop panicking and join me!"

Gareth smiled and decided to follow his advice. There
was no point in panicking or chickening out now. He
always wanted a man that would fuck him, he was very
like Koen, a nice lad that liked to take it up the
arse ... the only way of getting hat he desired so
deeply was to accept that it meant agreeing to follow
Paul into the showers. He stripped quickly and stood
while Paul watched him with a smirk.

"Don't be nervous Gareth!" he said as he approached
the young man and took his hand, "I promise ya that
I'll make this so good that you'll never look back!"

Paul switched on the water and handed a bottle of
shower gel to Gareth, "here mate, you wash me and then
I'll wash you!"

As Gareth took the gel Paul pulled his face towards
him and kissed him deeply. Gareth responded
automatically and although his legs were still a bit
wobbly his dick began to get quite firm! He poured
some gel onto his hands and began to massage Paul's
muscular upper back in wide circles, Paul continued to
kiss him as Gareth moved his arms down and began to
wash Paul's lower back, "lower!" Paul ordered breaking
the kiss and Gareth massaged the hot hard lumps of
muscle that were Paul's arse. Paul turned and Gareth
went down on his haunches behind him, his face level
with Paul's butt as he washed the strong lean thighs
of the man before him. He wasn't nervous now, he was
where he wanted to be and his legs were getting more
solid. After washing Paul's legs Gareth stood behind
and reached around to wash Paul's chest. As his arms
reached around his stiff rod bumped against Paul's
arse.

"Who's that knocking on my door?" Paul laughed.

Taking the cue Gareth pulled his hips back and then
pushed forward so as his hard shaft pumped into the
tight valley of Paul's arse.

"Do that again mate!" Paul sighed and Gareth did, and
again, and again.

"Want to do the full Monty?" Paul asked as he pulled
away. 

Gareth was surprised as Paul pulled his toilet bag
into the showers and bent over to rummage for
something. He produced a black bottle of lubricant and
a foil-covered condom. Gareth twitched nervously
wondering if he was about to lose his virginal status.
Paul surprised him as he opened the condom and rolled
it over Gareth's pulsating shaft.

"First time?" Paul asked as he lathered Gareth's
condom-coated dick with the cold jelly. 

Gareth nodded.

"Well make it good mate!" Paul ordered as he turned
and bent over pulling his arse cheeks apart to ease
Gareth's entry.

Nervous but excited, Gareth lined his cock against the
twitching hole before him. This was not what he
expected. He had thought that Paul would be screwing
him but it looked like Paul was the one who wanted to
be screwed. Slowly he pushed forward and his glans
slipped past the tight grip of Paul's ring. Even
through the condom Gareth could feel the smooth warm
moistness of Paul's back passage. It was glorious; his
sensitive knob could feel Paul's heartbeat twitching
and massaging as he slid slowly in. Paul was quiet and
only gasped a little as Gareth's long narrow rod
probed his arse. Gareth's dick felt bigger than it had
ever been before, it felt like somebody had inserted a
steel rod right up the middle. He pushed forward and
suddenly felt this pubic region mash against the tight
muscles of Paul's backside.

Paul stood up and Gareth nuzzled his face into the
back of the muscular stud's neck.

"First time inside a man?" Paul asked quietly.

"Yes!"

"Well you show your daddy how much you can do now,
fuck me big boy!"

Gareth moved his hips back a little and then drove
forward, Paul moaned, Gareth did it again and again
and soon had a slow sliding rhythm going. But it
wasn't for long! The excitement and sensation drove
Gareth over the top and in less than a minute he felt
something warm stirring in his dick as he came quickly
into the rubber chamber! It was over almost as soon as
it had begun.

Gareth slumped back dizzy from the orgasm and his dick
slid out of Paul's rectum with a plop. He supported
himself against the shower wall and began to breathe
heavily. The dizziness cleared and he realised he had
come too quickly.

"Sorry Paul!"

"For what?"

"For you know coming so fast and all!"

"Hey mate that's no problem!" Paul soothed him, "means
you thought I was hot and excited you, that's a
compliment thanks!"

Gareth smiled and Paul reached over and kissed him
again. He took the gel and poured some into his hand.
Gently he began to wash Gareth's bloated and deflating
cock.

"When we're finished here we'll go and get something
to eat, have a few beers and then if you like you can
come back to my place. Would you like that?"

"Hmm!" Gareth sighed.

"And then daddy will make sweet love to your arse all
night long just like you did to him just now! Would
you like that?"

"Oh yes!"

Paul switched the jets on and the two kissed as the
water cascaded over their bodies. Gareth was in
heaven. He had expected that Paul would fuck him in
return but Paul made no move to even try. Paul picked
up the condom from the floor and they dried each other
before dressing and switching out all the lights. Paul
armed the alarm and the two walked out in the clammy
heat of a London evening! As they sat in the patio of
a bar just near Piccadilly circus there was something
on SKY News about a fatal car crash but neither of
them heeded it. Stories like that happened every day!

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