Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2012 11:57:49 +0100
From: Adam Stewart <stewad26@gmail.com>
Subject: Number Twenty Five - part 1

This is a gay love story and is pure fiction.
Warning - it contains explicit m/m sex.

Number Twenty Five

1.

"That guy keeps looking at you"

"Who?" I say whilst still shaking my body to the beat of the music.

"That guy over there"

"Which guy?" I say thinking it could be one of many guys.

"The hot looking blonde guy with a smooth body standing by the pillar with
his drink in his hand"

I look over to where my friend is indicating and see Mr blonde guy looking
at me.

"Nah, think he's looking at you mate" I say still shaking my bits.

"No he's not, he's definitely looking at you; you should check him out" my
friend says again.

I say friend but in reality I'd only met him and his mate about two hours
previous in a gay bar. Since I'd only arrived in Brighton that day and
didn't know my way around they'd invited me to tag along with them to this
club.

I look over at Mr blonde guy again and he is still looking at me. He
grins. I grin and he holds his glass up to acknowledge my grin. I stop
dancing and start making my way towards him through the crowd of half-naked
guys. Suddenly I make a turn in another direction towards the bar. I look
at him and half indicate that I am going to get a drink. He is still
looking at me intently and smiles.

As I squeeze my way through yet more half-naked guys towards the queues at
the bar my mind drifts back to how my life has got to this point.


I was born in Cornwall on a farm owned by my father. I knew from an early
age that I was gay. I was probably thirteen or fourteen when I made that
realisation. All my school friends had girls and were always going on about
them but I had none despite the fact that girls were always chasing me and
wanting to go out with me. One in particular told me I was cute and very
attractive. I couldn't see it but I knew I had a different skin tone to
other children. Although my parents were white, well my mother was off
white really, but it seemed I had an ancestor who was from Trinidad and the
black gene had worked its way down to me. My sister, who was three years
older, always said I had skin the colour of milk chocolate. I had short
black hair, a smooth body with no hair apart from a thin line of black hair
that ran down from my navel to a matte of short black pubic hair; 'short
and curlies' one boy called them on seeing me naked one day in the changing
room after swimming.

Anyhow, I definitely didn't like girls; I found them too giggly and noisy
for my liking. I much preferred being with boys, especially when I could
see them naked or near naked!

My father didn't really like me. I think he sometimes wondered whether he
was really my father and when I eventually told him I was gay, that was the
end. I was sixteen and he expected me to date girls and eventually marry
one and have lots of kids but I told him that was never going to happen
since I preferred boys. It was the first time I'd ever known my father to
be speechless. He looked at me with complete disgust and walked off. We
hardly spoke again after that.

My sister was his favourite but she soon blotted her copy book when she
announced she was pregnant and going to marry the father who was a local
farm hand. She was seventeen at the time. My father ranted and raved and at
one point I thought he was going to hit her but eventually he told her to
get out; so she did!

That left me all alone with my father because my mother had died when I was
fourteen. She'd always been a very weak person, both mentally and
physically. It seemed she had cancer and eventually died. I never saw my
father have any tears over her death; in fact I think he was almost pleased
to be rid of her. It just confirmed my thoughts about him; an uncaring pig
of a man.

Because I hated football and other games at school, I'd never join the
other boys in such activities so I was always being bullied. Many a time I
was called a sissy and a queer but I just ignored their jibes deciding it
was the best thing to do. The only person who really understood me and
seemed to like me was Ben who was one of the farm hands. He was three years
older than me but he always made me feel special whenever I was with him. I
spent more and more time with him when I wasn't at school and during the
holidays. I used to help him round the farm and I really enjoyed his
company.

One day we were working in a barn well away from the main farm when he
stripped off his shirt. It was a warm day and we'd been working hard moving
bales of hay. For a moment I stared at his firm naked body. He grinned and
moved towards me.

"Why don't you slip this off" he said lifting my T over my head.

I felt my cock harden as his warm hands brushed against my naked flesh. He
was quick to notice and placed a hand on the enlarged organ beneath my
jeans.

"Want to see mine?" he asked slowly unfastening his jeans.

I stood and watched without saying a word as he removed his trousers
followed by his pants. He had a gorgeous body and a large cock which was
now standing out erect. He moved up close and unfastened my trousers. I
didn't know what to do so I let him continue undressing me. I was soon
naked and showing off my erection.

"Mm, that is a gorgeous cock" he exclaimed as he went down on me.

I seem to remember he did get me right off but I was so terrified that I
was doing something I shouldn't be doing or that someone was going to see
us that I just froze. However, it wasn't until I was sixteen a year later
that we eventually had sex. I can remember it now. It was the most perfect
thing I'd ever experienced and I knew from that moment on that I only
wanted to have sex with men!

I left school and signed up for a two year computer training course at the
local college. I loved working with computers and did very well. I tried to
encourage my father to use a computer to help him manage the farm but he
wasn't interested. Eventually I'd had enough so left home. I packed a
holdall with as many clothes as I could fit in, grabbed my laptop which was
my prize possession and set off. My father didn't even say goodbye or good
luck. He just ignored me when I said I was leaving home and going to
London. The only person who seemed sad at my departure was Ben. He hugged
and kissed me and took me to the station. I'd put some money aside so I had
sufficient to get me started and I was under the illusion that London was
going to be wonderful and that I would find a job easily.

On my first evening I met a guy in a gay bar. I'd been on the net and
looked up where all the bars were situated and decided to see what and who
I could find. I had nowhere to live and no idea of how to go about finding
somewhere. I met Danny who was a few years older than me but he immediately
took me under his wing. He said I could stay with him at his place. It
turned out that he lived in a bed-sit which was situated in a rundown
building. There were two single beds in the room with a basin. Everyone on
that floor had to share the bathroom and a small kitchen, both of which
were a complete mess. Often when I was in the bathroom other people would
barge in whilst I was having a shower. Sometimes it would be males and
sometimes females but nobody seemed to bother. One guy even came in and had
a pee whilst I was washing myself.

Danny was a nice guy and on our first night he fucked me. He seemed to
think it was his right to do so since he'd provided a bed for me so I let
him do so. It was purely a sexual act with no feeling but it seemed to
satisfy his needs. Often I would come back of an evening and find him
fucking a guy. Sometimes they'd stay the night and I would lie in my bed
listening to the groans and grunts coming from his. In the half-light I
could see a naked butt pumping up and down often well into the early hours.

I managed to find a job with a small local company and they gave me more IT
training. I enjoyed working there and the other staff seemed okay. No
longer did I feel the odd one out and I suspect there were other gays but
nothing ever happened. I was dying to get out of the dump I lived in with
Danny but couldn't afford the prices being charged for decent
accommodation. It was a long time before I realised that Danny was an
escort; hence the number of guys who came round for sex. Don't get me
wrong, I love sex but watching others at it night after night does get a
bit tiresome! Every so often Danny would invite me to join in and sometimes
I did but invariably I would stay out late and slip back in to go straight
to bed.

Suddenly my world collapsed. I went into work one morning to be told that
the company had gone bust so everyone was being made redundant.

"Don't worry" I was told, "you'll soon get another job in IT".

Easier said than done, I found. Job after job I went for but each time I
was told 'we're really looking for someone with more experience'.

"How the hell do I get more experience if nobody is prepared to hire me?" I
asked one guy when he gave me the usual response.

He just smiled at me and showed me out the door.

"Fuck you" I exclaim as I walk down the road feeling totally depressed. My
money is rapidly running out and I am fed up. I return home to find Danny
yet again fucking a guy. All I can see as I walk in is a naked butt humping
up and down.

"Hi Jimbo, come and join us" Danny calls out from the depths of the pillow
into which his head is pressed whilst the other guy slams his cock in and
out of Danny's arse.

I ignore him and collect my few clothes together plus my other personal
items. I put them into my holdall and walk out.

"I'm off Danny, I won't be back, but thanks" I say as I walk out but Danny
is too busy being fucked to notice.

I'd had enough and not being able to get a job was the last straw. I
therefore decide to try Brighton so here I am. I couldn't afford the train
fare down so I got as far as I could using my pre-paid rail card and
eventually got on the road I need to take me to Brighton. Once again I am
reasonably fortunate because I am picked up by a guy who lives there. All
the way down he chats me up and it is obvious he wants to get me back to
his place. I am feeling so low that I just go along with him and accept his
invitation to spend the night with him.

"At least it will give you a roof over your head mate until you find
something else."

In reality of course, all he really wants is to fuck what he sees as being
a cute arse! When we get to his place it is a small one bedroom flat with a
living room and kitchenette and a bathroom. At least it is clean and one
hundred per cent better than my room in London.

"Bring your bag into the bedroom" Sam says having put a couple of
ready-made meals into the microwave.

As soon as we are in there, he says he needs to get out of his clothes and
strips off his shirt and trousers. He is wearing a pair of tight fitting
boxer shorts and I notice there is a very definite bulge.

"Why don't you do the same" he says moving over to me and lifting my T over
my head.

Again I just stand there and let it all happen. It seems I am destined to
be picked up and used. Before I can say anything he is unfastening my jeans
and removing those as well. I am left standing in my scanty briefs and he
immediately notices the erection that is rapidly forming. He kneels down in
front of me, pulls my briefs down to my ankles and takes my organ into his
mouth. As he cups my balls with one hand he sucks my cock. It is soon rock
hard.

"Wow, that's some cock you've got mate" he exclaims.

Suddenly the microwave pings. "We'll have to come back to that later" he
says standing up and going back into the living room.

I pull up my briefs and follow him. Whilst we eat he says "I'm not gay you
know; I just like fucking arse".

When we'd eaten and piled the empty dishes into the sink, he leads me back
into the bedroom. Without saying anything, he pushes me down on the bed and
pulls my briefs off. He then tells me to kneel up on the bed. Suddenly I
feel his hard cock pushing its way inside me. He thrusts himself in and out
until he has clearly reached his climax. He pulls out and slaps my naked
butt.

I look round to see him pulling off his condom that is filled with his
cum. Having thrown it into a bin he grins. He is just about to join me on
the bed when his mobile rings.

"Hi babe; yeah of course you can" he says.

"Sorry mate but that's my girlfriend; she's coming round so could you make
yourself scarce for a few hours; I'm hoping to get her into bed tonight!"

He gives me a front door key and off I go. Fortunately I'd done some
research beforehand and knew where to go to find the main gay bars. I find
one and that's where I meet the two guys who invited me to tag along with
them to the club.


"Hi" a guy says behind me, bringing me back to reality.

It's Mr blonde guy!

"Hi" I reply.

"Let me get you a drink" he says and asks what I want. Having got two
drinks, he suggests we move to the side where it is quieter.

"Hi once again, I'm Ryan"

"Hi, I'm James ... not Jim, Jimmy, Jimbo, Jamie or any other derivative;
just plain James" I reply.

"James, nice name, I like James" Ryan says grinning.

"Sorry, didn't mean to be so abrupt but I get fed up with being called
every name under the sun except James; think I'm a bit hyped up; the guys I
was with gave me an E; that with the alcohol and lack of food is probably
not a good idea."

"I agree James, it's not a good idea and you're probably already aware that
you have to be very careful with some of the drugs doing the rounds."

"Yeah, I know; don't normally do drugs but I needed something to perk me up
today; had a lousy day, in fact a lousy few weeks."

"Oh dear, want to talk about it?"

"It's a long story" I reply.

"I've got plenty of time if you have" Ryan says smiling.

I look at him as I sip my drink. He seems a really nice guy and his smooth
body and his blonde hair is certainly very appealing. I glance further down
and can see a nice looking bulge there too!

"I tell you what" Ryan then says, "why don't we go and get something to eat
when we've finished these; you like fish and chips?"

I tell him that I love fish and chips; they are one of my favourite
dishes. He says he knows a wonderful fish shop nearby so suggests we leave
the club and get some.

"Where do you live James?" Ryan asks once we are on our way to the fish
shop.

I tell him about my temporary digs with the guy who'd given me a lift to
Brighton earlier and that I had to disappear for the evening whilst his
girlfriend was there.

"Ah, I see, he wants you out of the way so he can get her into bed does he"
Ryan giggles.

"Yeah, seems that way although he says he also likes fucking arse" I reply
chuckling.

"Mm met his type before; but James, it's entirely up to you but you're very
welcome to come back to my place if you want; please don't feel you have
to."

I like his honesty so I decide even if all he wants is to get me into bed
for a good fuck then why not. I have nowhere else to go whilst my temporary
flat mate is busy fucking his girl.

"Okay, I'd like that Ryan, thanks."

"Quite sure?"

"Yep, quite sure"

We have now reached the fish shop and purchase our fish and chips which
Ryan insists on paying for even though I tell him I just about have enough
money to pay for mine. He then leads me to his house in Bedford Row which
looks to me to be very posh.

"You wait till you see inside" Ryan chuckles as he opens the front door,
"It's two houses knocked into one and I bought it a few weeks ago; it was a
run down guesthouse so I'm in the process of renovating it into an upmarket
gay bed and breakfast place; having done my research I've found there is a
need for something a bit better than the norm round here so I've taken the
plunge."

Ryan invites me in and I can see that it resembles a building site. He then
leads me through to the house next door and up some stairs.

"My flat is small but that is finished" he explains as I watch his tight
butt go in front of me up the stairs to the third floor. He then opens
another front door which takes us into his flat.

"It's just a living room, one bedroom, small kitchen and bathroom" he
explains as he puts the fish and chips onto a small round table in the bay
window of the living room, "but it will be fine for me since I'll be
spending most of my time looking after guests."

He then shows me round ending up in the bedroom.

"Would you mind if I slip my shirt off James?"

I look at him wondering why he's asked such a question. "It's your home
Ryan, take off whatever you like".

"Thanks, it's just that I like to relax without the constriction of
clothes; feel free to do the same if you want" he replies as he slips out
of his T shirt and jeans.

For a moment I just look at him in his tight pair of briefs. The remainder
of his body is just as gorgeous as the top part I'd seen at the club and by
the bulge in the front of his briefs he also has plenty to offer in that
department. He glances at me as he carefully folds his clothes and lays
them on a chair. I think 'what the hell, if it's a ruse to get me naked to
fuck me so what' so I slip off my own T shirt and jeans to join him.

"Wow, you really do have a nice body James; can I kiss you?"

"Yours is not bad either" I remark looking once again at the bulge down
below before moving into his kiss.

Having given me a very nice kiss, he grins and walks back into the living
room, "We'd better eat this fish before it gets cold; can I get you a
beer?"

I nod and take from him the bottle of Bud he has got out of the
fridge. Having unwrapped the fish and put it onto a couple of plates we sit
down.

"So James, tell me your story, I'm all ears."

For some reason I tell him my life history right from childhood up to how I
found myself in Brighton. He listens intently throughout not saying a word.

"Wow, you really have had a shitty time haven't you, no wonder you needed
an E tonight" he finally says when I'd finished, "So what are your plans
now?"

"Not sure really; I was hoping to find some work in Brighton; ideally in IT
if I could but otherwise a bar job or something to get some money so I can
afford somewhere to live."

Ryan continues eating his fish and chips for a moment without saying
anything.

"Let me tell you what I'm trying to do here James."

He then explains about his dream to run a good quality gay bed and
breakfast establishment and that he in fact is a writer of gay books. It
seems he was lucky enough to have a film producer buy the rights of one of
his books to make into a film.

"That's why I was able to buy this place; I've put almost all of that money
into this project but I'm confident that it will work."

"How are you going to do it all on your own?" I ask.

"That's a very good point James; I can't so I'll need to employ someone to
help me; to be honest I could do with someone with your IT knowledge
because I want to have everything streamlined and a website through which
guys can book rooms."

"How many rooms will you have when the refurbishment is done?"

"Eight, but I'm only doing breakfast; I reckon I can cope with that but I
will need assistance with the admin side of things and probably with
cleaning and changing beds and stuff in the busy season."

I look at him as I finish my food. Is he sounding me out for a job? Do I
want to come and work for a guy I didn't even know?

"Do you not have a boyfriend?" I ask leaving the other topic to one side
for a moment.

Ryan grins, "Nope, I'm afraid not; haven't yet found Mr Right I suppose;
how about you?"

"Same here, all I seem to find are guys who just want to give me a good
fuck and then move on; I've lost count how many guys I've had flings with
but none of them have lasted more than a few weeks; perhaps its me."

"I'm sure that's not true James; you appear to me to be a very genuine
loving guy; I think you've just been unlucky; but tell me, how would you
define your Mr Right?"

I think for a moment before answering. I say I am looking for a guy who is
good looking, of similar age, is reasonably intelligent, has a sense of
humour, is kind hearted, a good kisser and is looking for a stable
relationship.

"Oh, and good in bed!" I add grinning, "How about your Mr Right?"

"Before I answer that James can I ask how old you are?"

"Twenty two; and you?"

"Twenty five, so that's one of my criteria ticked off because I too am
ideally looking for a guy of similar age. Otherwise I would have to list
all the other things you've mentioned, so how do I measure up against your
list?" Ryan adds grinning.

"From what I've seen so far I would say most boxes have been ticked except
for the 'good in bed' box but we haven't tested that yet!"

"Mm, that's not a bad start is it?" he laughs.

"How about your list?" I ask.

"Likewise; as soon as I saw you on the dance floor I had a good feeling
about you James and now I've got to know more about you I think you're a
lovely guy."

We grin at each other and he puts his hand across the table to touch mine.

"I don't expect you to make a decision here and now James, but would you
consider joining me in my new venture?"

"To do what exactly?" I ask although I have a fairly good idea from what
he's already said.

"To help me set up the IT side of things; possibly some of the admin
things; designing a website; and if you're willing to help with the general
chores along with me."

"I'm very tempted to say yes but don't you think we'd better get to know
each other more first of all?" I say.

"Possibly but I have always considered myself good at making immediate
judgements, especially about people and from what I've seen and heard so
far I'm sure you're the right guy but we could always give it a try to see
how things go."

I think for a moment. Am I jumping into something I'd regret? Should I look
round to see what other jobs are around? On the other hand this would use
my IT skills and I rather fancy the idea of doing something like this.

"I'd have to find somewhere to live" I remark.

"You're welcome to live here if you want" Ryan replies, "either with me or
if you preferred not to do that we could convert one of the attic rooms for
you to use; but I'll be honest James, I like what I see and I think we'd
make a good team and I'd be willing to bring you into the business rather
than just be an employee."

"Wow, that's quite a commitment and a risk from your point of view; let's
face it you've only just met me."

"I know but I've never felt more sure about anything in my whole life
James; why don't you sleep on it and perhaps spend some time here with me
and see how you feel after that; if you decide it's not for you or you feel
we wouldn't get on well together then you can walk away; there's still lots
of building work to do yet so we won't be up and running for a few weeks
and if necessary I could just employ you to set up the IT side of things
because I'm fairly inexperienced when it comes to computers and stuff."

I think again for a moment. Ryan's proposal sounds very reasonable. Let's
face it I have no job to go to and no place to live apart from temporary
lodging with a guy who just wants to stick his dick up my arse. I like Ryan
and think it could work.

"Okay, you're on; when do I start?" I laugh.

Ryan stands up and puts his arms round me, "Thank you James, I'm sure you
won't regret it" he says as he kisses me. The feel of his strong arms makes
me feel safe and I love it. He is also a very good kisser!


We clear away the dishes and Ryan makes a pot of coffee.

"Still waiting for the sofa and chairs to be delivered I'm afraid" he
explains when he suggests we go and lay on the bed to drink it.

We chat about our new venture and our past lives. I also ask him lots of
questions about his writing of gay novels. Every so often he places a
comforting hand on my naked leg and I do the same to him but not once does
he try to get into my pants. I respect him for that and make no attempt to
do anything like that to him. We just take things slowly.

"We'd better settle down I think" Ryan eventually says as he takes the
coffee cups back into the kitchen, "I've got a plumber coming in the
morning to plumb in the room en-suites".

I am happy to get some sleep since I am tired out.

"Do you mind if I sleep naked?" he then asks, "always do and always have so
don't own pyjamas but if you prefer I could wear my briefs."

I grin and pull him towards me, "You really are sweet Ryan; of course I
don't mind; I was rather hoping you would because that's how I always
sleep!"

We kiss and both slip off our underpants before climbing into bed. He puts
his arm round me and hugs me tight. His comforting arm feels good as I slip
into a deep slumber.

*******

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Other stories by Adam Stewart:
Moving Forward
Love at Last
Gary's Story
Finding Ryan
The Advert