Date: Fri, 6 May 2005 13:24:24 +0100
From: Story Teller <storymeister@gmail.com>
Subject: One Previous Owner

I regret to say that this story is also fiction, but I hope you enjoy it
nonethess.

The usual Copyright rules apply, All comments are welcome.

ONE PREVIOUS OWNER

Chapter One

I don't know how you feel, but I never agreed with anyone breaking up a
relationship.

Nowadays people talk about "Gaydar", the ability to spot another gay man,
even in a crowd.   We used to say "It takes one to know one", the same
sentiment, I suppose, well mine worked OK but seemed to have a design
fault somewhere.  Whenever I saw someone I liked and who fancied me, it
was only a matter of time before I found out that he was a married man.
It was no great problem, I was only 22, I wasn't really looking for
anyone full-time and being a "Bit on the side" suited me fine, I had
other things going on in my life so seeing someone I liked now and again
was ideal.

Then I met Jeff.

It was a quiet Saturday afternoon, I had met some friends for lunch, they
had left and I was sitting in a bar having a quiet pint and reading my
newspaper.   I noticed a man who looked in his thirties enter the pub, go
to the bar and buy a drink.  He turned, looked around for a seat and came
over to the table I was sitting at.   "Anyone sitting here?" he asked.
"No, you're OK", I said and returned to my crossword.  He wasn't
classically handsome, but I found him very attractive, but I was in a
straight pub and I knew when to behave myself.

After a few minutes the guy struck up a conversation so I put my
newspaper away and started talking to him: nothing deep or personal, just
comments about the weather, the news, that sort of thing, but I soon had
the feeling that he wanted to get to know me better.   Maybe it was the
mood I was in, maybe it was because of the pub I was in and being
careful, but when he asked me anything about myself I was being
deliberately ambiguous in my replies, admitting nothing but leaving him
the option of reading what he wanted into my answers.

He didn't seem willing to make a stronger move and I was tiring a bit of
it all, so when he offered to buy me a drink I refused, saying I was
heading to the town square and I wanted to have one drink in the bar
there before going home.   I figured if I left, but told him where I was
heading he had the choice to follow me or not.  "Oh, I know that pub,
it's nice in there", he said "Yes, I like it, I drink in there sometimes,
I'm just going in for a quick drink, I know the waitress and I want to
leave a message for her".

I finished my drink and left, saying, "It was good to meet you, I hope I
see you again".   Well, my plan worked, I was in the second pub less than
5 minutes when he followed me in.  "I was enjoying your company, so I
decided to come along and join you", he said.

This time I felt on firmer ground, I knew the staff in this place, so I
was among friends if anything went wrong and I was also encouraged by the
fact he had followed me.   When he started asking personal questions I
was a bit more open and when he finally said "Can I ask you a very
personal question?  Something I have never asked anyone before?" I said
"Go ahead, although I don't guarantee an answer"

"Are you gay?", he asked.  "Yes", I replied, "Is that a problem?"

  "NO" he said, "I just never met anyone gay before".   "You mean you
never met anyone who told you he was gay", I said.

"Yes, I suppose so, yes, you're right" he said after a moments thought.
And have you wanted to meet someone who is gay"? I asked.

"I don't know, maybe", he said, "I have always wondered what they, you,
do".

"I see", I said, "and is this idle curiosity or is there a more personal
interest", I asked.

"I don't know, that is, I have always had this feeling that I wanted to
find out but I didn't know what to do about it", he said.

"Well, I'm not pushing, but if you want to satisfy your curiosity, you
are very welcome to come home with me, I won't make any moves, but it's
up to you".

He thought about it for a little while then agreed.  We finished our
drinks, I made sure the bar staff knew who I had left with and we headed
to my flat.

Once indoors he looked really uncomfortable so I asked him if he wanted
to leave, but he insisted he was OK.   "I don't know what the procedure
is, but I know what I want", he said and he started to kiss me.  I
responded greedily and eventually he dropped one hand and grabbed my dick
inside my trousers.   Boy, was this guy inexperienced, I thought he was
going to pull it off, so I grabbed him and gently massaged his raging
hard-on just to show him how it should be done.   He started moaning into
my mouth and writhing so I backed off and led him to the bedroom.  He
practically ripped his clothes off, shit, this guy looked good, not fat
but with enough of a gut to show that he didn't work on his body, a good
sign as far as I'm concerned, I prefer men with better things on their
mind.   Although he was dark haired he had a covering of reddish blonde
hairs all over his body, a healthy 7" dick and the biggest balls I had
ever seen.  I should have known to take things slower, but I just had to
taste that equipment so I grabbed his balls and wrapped my lips around
his cock.  He climaxed right away; catching me on the hop and making me
swallow quickly.   His attitude changed immediately, I didn't know
whether it was shame or disgust but he pulled his clothes on and said he
had to leave.

"Fuck you", I thought, and showed him out.  I jacked off afterwards and
put it down to experience.

Chapter Two

About a week later I received a letter addressed to "Tom", (we never got
round to exchanging second names), explaining that he had panicked and
fled, but had regretted his decision as soon as he got outside.   He had
taken note of my address and it had taken him all this time to pluck up
enough courage to write to me.  He explained that his emotions were in
such turmoil that he just had to go.   He apologised fully and begged to
see me again, giving me his work phone number and asking me to phone him.

I thought about it over the weekend and thought, "What the fuck, I have
nothing to lose, and he was quite good looking" so I phoned on the
Tuesday morning.   His joy was obvious but he only asked that I give him
a number to call me back.  I gave him my home number and told him to call
between 7 and 9 pm (I didn't plan to sit in all week waiting for a call.

He called about 7.30 and apologised again and asked if he could see me
the following Saturday afternoon and I agreed, arranging for him to come
to my house at 2.00pm

He arrived just before then, wearing a football scarf. "Are you here for
the afternoon or are you going to the football?" I asked.   He reddened
slightly and said "I was hoping to stay; this was just an excuse to get
away for a few hours":  I knew right away, another married man.

We went through to the bedroom where I had laid on "The Works" wine
chiller by the bedside, curtains drawn, candles burning, a hint of Chanel
in the air.   We undressed each other lustfully and he kissed me again.
We fell on to the bed and groped each other and finally he asked "Will
you do it again?"   It took me a few seconds to realise he wanted me to
suck his cock.  I pushed him flat on his back and grabbed those beautiful
big balls gently and licked them pulling them singly into my mouth.
While he gasped and groaned I pulled them gently, raising his cock off
his belly and took his uncut dick into my mouth, rolling the head around
my tongue.   Slowly I pushed his dick to the back of my mouth,
deliberately pausing then continuing.  Jeff held his breath, waiting to
see how far I would go; I didn't disappoint him, taking his all before
sliding slowly back halfway along his rod then repeating the movement at
a faster rate.   When I felt his body tense I slowed down for a while
then continued to suck on his throbbing dick.  Finally he could take no
more and begged me to finish him so I picked up speed.   When I got his
head into my throat I would open and constrict my throat muscles.  I felt
his dick grow in my mouth and his hips rose from the bed.   He started to
push for the first time and I let him take charge.  He fucked my mouth
until he sprayed his first pulse of semen into my throat.   I pulled back
until only his head was in my mouth as he continued to pump his seed into
my mouth.  As I swallowed I released my own cum, spreading it over his
legs and balls.

We kissed but I felt a reticence on his part to open his lips and taste
his juice on my tongue.

"How do you do that?",  he asked.  "What"?   I asked.  "Take a cock into
your mouth, swallow a man's cum", he said.  "I do what I enjoy, I do what
feels natural to me", I replied.   "No one has ever done that to me
before you did", he whispered in my ear.  "Not even your wife"?  I asked.
  "No, not even my wife", he said blushing furiously.

He dipped his finger in the remains of my cum dripping from his balls and
placed it on his tongue.

Chapter Three

Jeff had to leave soon after that, we barely had time for a glass of wine
before he was dressing and hurrying out the door, but he did take time to
ask if he could phone me during the week, which I agreed to.

He called on the Wednesday and said that, since his football team was
playing in another town on Saturday he could spend 4 hours with me if I
would like to and suggested that he take me to lunch.   I told him just
to come round and I would prepare something.

Saturday came round and Jeff arrived about 1 o'clock.  I had set the
table and prepared a nice lunch of chicken salad followed by poached
pears; light but pleasant.   Jeff brought 2 bottles of wine and we sat
and ate.  For the first time we really talked, him telling me about his
teen years, how he denied his feelings and married the first girl he went
out with.   I, on the other hand, told him how I embraced my feelings and
explored them fully.  I held back on the amount of embracing I had done
in my life, this guy was 32 years of age and had had sex with two people
in his life and I was the second, I didn't think he needed to know where
he came in my ranking.    He talked of his fight to control his urges and
his final decision to do something about it.  It still took him another
18 months before meeting me and realising that perhaps he had finally met
another gay man.   By the time lunch was finished we were both feeling as
randy as hell and I practically dragged him into the bedroom.  We lay
naked just kissing and feeling each other's body then I asked him, "In
all the years you were fantasising about having sex with a man, what was
your ultimate dream"?   He thought for a few moments, then said, "I just
wanted to do whatever it was that men were doing, but I suppose I really
wanted to have my cock sucked and to learn to suck a cock.   I often
thought of fucking but although the idea turns me on, I think it seems
really dirty".  So, a lot of work to do there then, I thought.

 I started to lick his balls.  I lay in a position such that while I
wasn't actually in his face, my tackle was within his reach.    Slowly I
took his balls into my mouth one at a time and rolled them around then I
gripped the end of his foreskin between my lips and slowly slid it back
over his cock head and slavered my tongue around and around until I could
feel it tingle in my mouth.   While I was doing this I could feel Jeff
play with my dick, as if he was examining it carefully, so I manoeuvred
my self nearer and eventually I felt his tongue brush briefly against the
tip of my dick, just at the piss-hole.   I stopped sucking on him and
watched as he stared at my dick, seeing in his eyes a determination to
force himself to try and get it in his mouth.

"You don't have to do anything you don't want to", I said, "I am a
patient man, but if you want to try it, I won't push or anything, you can
take it at your own pace".   Slowly, he opened his mouth and wrapped his
lips about half way down my shaft sliding back until he had let me go,
without his tongue touching me,.   He did this a few times, getting a
little bolder each time until finally he licked the head of my dick.  I
suppose he realised that it didn't taste so bad because he went back for
more.  He sucked my dick with fervour, rubbing his tongue up and down my
glans then flicking it around my pre-cum-oozing head.  I returned to his
meat and licked it from tip to base, around his balls and, emboldened by
his willingness I trailed my tongue down to lick and prodded his
arsehole.

Jeff jumped in shock to feel me rim him and his tight rosebud puckered
and dilated to the touch of my wet tongue.   By now he had abandoned any
restraint and was sucking on my dick like an animal.  I had to tell him
to slow down or there was a danger that I would cum into his mouth.   His
reaction was to suck even harder which I took to mean that that was his
aim, so I returned to sucking on his dick while running my finger around
his opening.  He responded by wetting his finger and massaging my arse,
even daring to push his finger into me a few times.   That was enough to
make me shoot a load right into his mouth, with him sucking and lapping
on my dick.

When I had calmed down I quickly grabbed some tissues and offered them to
him to allow him to spit, but he just grinned and said "Too Late".

We lay cuddling together, talking, laughing, getting our strength back.

"Would you like to fuck me"? I asked.

"Oh God, Yes", he replied, so I quickly moved into position in front of
him letting him spoon in behind, then I took his prick and aimed it at my
pouting arsehole.   He started to push, but I think he was afraid of
hurting me, he wasn't applying enough pressure so I pushed back and took
his cock head into me before he realised what was happening.   I left the
rest to him, allowing him to set his own pace as he gently pushed forward
until he was embedded in me to his base.  He was at such a peak of
excitement, it only took a few thrusts before he creamed his load into me
while pulling my head round and kissing me with passion.

We lay together like that for ages, slowly relaxing then we sat in bed
together finishing the second bottle of wine until, too soon, it was time
for him to leave.

Chapter Four

The following Saturday he came as usual, with just over 2 hours to spend
with me.  This time there were no preliminaries, we groped and stroked at
each other while stumbling our way to the bedroom and stripping each
other.  His clothes that he had previously folded neatly over a chair
were cast around the floor, just like mine.   We were frantic in our lust
for each other and it was only seconds before we were entwined and
writhing on the bed.  Jeff tentatively touched my hole and looked into my
eyes: I pushed him onto his back and sucked on his dick just enough to
get him good and wet, then I threw my leg over him and pulled my cheeks
apart and sat on his cock.   With a little concentration I pushed down
and took all of his meat into my arse.  He started bucking uncontrollably
and before I could take control he shot a full load inside me.

"I'm sorry", he said, I didn't mean that to happen, I have been
fantasizing about that for seven days, I lost control".   I just leaned
forward and kissed him and contracted my arse muscle a few times.  I sat
back again and started to squirm around until I felt him get hard again
(although he hadn't got fully soft anyway), then I started to rise and
fall slightly against him fucking him at my pace while pulling on my
cock.   Jeff wet his hand and took my cock in his hand and worked it for
me while teasing my hard nipples with the other hand.  I sighed in
ecstasy and shifted my weight so that I could get better leverage and
raise myself further, pumping my arse up and down and bringing him to a
second climax while he jerked me until I creamed a load right over his
chest.   I collapsed across his chest and we hugged and kissed gently; he
whispered to me that it was the first time he had ever had a double
orgasm in his life.   I found that really strange but he explained
another time that sex with his wife was always a straight forward fuck
then sleep.

From then on he would come to my flat every Saturday afternoon while his
football team was playing and the time he spent with me depended on how
far away the team were playing.   Sometimes we were lucky, there was an
extra match on mid-week, giving us extra time together, but we both knew
that eventually the football season would finish and he would have no
excuse for being away from home every Saturday, but we hardly talked
about that: Jeff just said he would find another excuse.   My emotions
were very mixed, I looked forward to seeing him each time but I was aware
that I was looking forward too much; I was in danger of becoming attached
to a married man.   I had also turned down the chance of a couple of
one-night stands with some fine looking guys, not my usual style at all.

A few weeks later he phoned me at work very excitedly on the Monday to
say that his team was playing several hundred miles away on the Wednesday
and he had convinced his wife that he should go to the football and stay
overnight in a hotel then go straight to work on Thursday: he wanted to
ask if he could stay the night at my place. I hope I didn't sound as keen
as I felt when I said "Of course you can, that will be nice".

I suggested that he come straight from work and I would make dinner but
he said no, that since we had the whole evening together he wanted to
take me out for a meal which I finally agreed to.   As I waited for
Wednesday to come a thought that had bothered me before returned, it was
that Jeff had yearned for years to meet a gay man and have sex, which he
finally did with me, but he hadn't met any others.   What if he met
someone else and realised that he didn't need to stick with me, that he
actually had a choice.  When Wednesday came we went to a nice little
Italian restaurant, very informal and relaxed and had a nice meal then I
told him that I was taking him to a gay bar.   He wasn't keen at first,
and he became more and more nervous as we got nearer to the pub, but I
was determined: I wanted him to see what choice he had, and if I'm
honest, I wanted to show him off a bit.   I realised I was taking a risk
but if it was going to go wrong, better to get it over with.  We went in
and I introduced him to people I knew then watched as his eyes took in
the room and, more importantly, the people in it.   He relaxed quickly
and was soon chatting with several people, not what I hoped for.  After
about 45 minutes I asked if he was enjoying himself.   "Yes, it's nice
here, and your friends are nice.  Are you enjoying yourself"?  I assured
him I was and he bought more drinks.   Fifteen minutes later he leaned
into my ear and whispered, "These are great people, but how long do we
have to stay here enjoying ourselves before we can go home and enjoy each
other"?

I gulped down my drink, grabbed his arm and had him outside and in a taxi
before he realised what was happening.

Chapter Five

Our relationship continued like this for the next few months, I would see
Jeff once or twice a week and we enjoyed each other as much as ever.   He
even managed, with the connivance of a fellow worker who didn't ask
questions, to arrange another mid week stopover by telling his wife that
he had to go south for a meeting.   He came straight from work, we had a
meal together then watched a film on a video.  Afterwards I took out a
porn video I had borrowed and asked him if he wanted to watch it.   "You
have a porn video?  Of course I want to watch it", he said.  I put it on
and we snuggled on the sofa together to watch.   It was a pretty tame
film but since Jeff had never seen gay porn before, he really was
enjoying it.  The final scene was of the two main characters in bed and
the older, bigger guy gave the younger guy a good fucking.   After he
climaxed he rolled onto his back, raised his legs and the younger guy
proceeded to fuck him.  This really excited Jeff; in fact he re-wound
that part and watched it again.

When the film finished it was obvious that we were both ready for bed,
although not for sleeping.   We walked through to the bedroom and threw
ourselves on the bed.  Since we were already down to our underwear,
getting naked was easy, then we kissed, caressed and fondled each other
until Jeff grabbed me and swung me around so that I was on top of him.
I gripped his cock and snuggled my arse against it but this time Jeff
stopped me.  He pushed me off him and raised his legs, and gave me a long
silent look.   I knew what he wanted, "Are you sure about this?" I
asked.  "Yes, I'm positive", he replied.  I went into the bathroom and
got some lubrication, KY or some such, and smeared his arse hole
liberally.

"I don't know what you have read, or what you have imagined, but this is
going to hurt initially", I warned.   "That's OK, I'm a big boy, I can
stand it", he said.  "OK, but when you feel me push against you, relax
totally and if you can try to push back".

I started with one finger, gently inserting and withdrawing it; I then
introduced a second finger turning them slowly inside him.   When I used
three fingers he winced slightly so I took my time until I felt his
sphincter dilate and contract around me.  I greased my dick and
positioned myself against his hole, held him behind his knees and pushed
very slowly.   Instinctively he tensed up so I told him to relax and he
did.  I pushed again and finally I felt him open his virgin hole and
allow my prick to penetrate him.   I held the head inside and waited
until I felt his muscle adjust then by fractions I edged forward until I
was completely embedded inside him.  Again I waited to let him become
accustomed to this new sensation then I slowly withdrew then pushed
forward again.  I repeated this, get a bit faster each time until I saw
that his dick was starting to get hard again, then I knew he was enjoying
it as much as me.   I picked up speed, withdrawing further and pushing
harder, at the same time letting go of his legs and gripping his dick
with one hand and teasing his nipples with the other.   My greasy hand
was sliding up and down his shaft while I rammed my dick into his tight
arse.  I watched his face carefully for signs of shooting; it was a
mixture of pleasure, pain and concentration.   When I thought I couldn't
hold back any longer, I saw his eyes glaze slightly and I hammered home
until I fucked a load right into him. At the same time his cock creamed
his juice in all directions.

I managed to turn and snuggle behind him without withdrawing and we lay
like that for ages, letting him enjoy that sensation of just having a
dick inside of him.   Eventually I softened and we parted.  "That was
unbelievable", he said, "You have no idea how much I have wanted to feel
what that was like, but I assumed that when two guys got together one got
fucked and the other did the fucking.   I didn't realise until I watched
that film that it was OK to do each other".

I smiled and kissed him gently.

Later in the shower together, something we both loved, he stopped
lathering my back for a moment and leaned into my ear. "I suppose that
means we really are in a relationship now."

Chapter Six

Our lovemaking got better and better.  By now we know each other's every
move and counter-move, we recognised each other's feelings and desires,
but summer was looming and with it the end of our excuse for our
meetings.

We had talked a great deal about ourselves, he was amazed at my sexual
experience, which made me glad I had told him the good half, and he had
talked a little about his own life.   He didn't give me the "My wife
doesn't understand me" speech, but it was soon clear that his
relationship was loveless.  His wife wanted a husband because every girl
should have one.   He kept her happy with a pretty home and the latest in
furnishings and she never made any other demands.  She was obsessed with
her house, cleaning, decorating, and showing it off to friends and
neighbours at every opportunity, to her it was the symbol of a good
husband and a successful marriage.   Sex had become a once-a-month
routine, both performing out of some stupid sense of duty, both relieved
each time it was over.  He often told me that meeting me had brought the
first experience he ever had of fulfilment and sexual satisfaction.

I, on the other hand, was becoming more and more uneasy.  I looked
forward to each meeting with ecstatic anticipation but I dreaded every
time he had to leave.   I knew that I couldn't go on like this and the
only solution was for it to end.  I certainly wasn't going to give him an
ultimatum, I wouldn't make him choose.   He was married, end of argument.

On the day that I now refer to as D day, he was coming to spend 4 hours
with me, except for the overnight stays this was the maximum we could
have. This was good, we had time to have a snack, drink some wine, have
mad animal sex then still have time for some smooth relaxed love making.
  He arrived about 30 minutes late, full of apologies because his wife
had been playing up about him going to football every week and leaving
her on her own and kept finding excuses to delay him hoping that he would
decide it was too late to go.   He had finally put his foot down and
walked out.  I suppose that is what set me thinking.  As we sat eating
some seafood I had prepared he kept telling me how wonderful it was to
get here, how he never totally relaxed except when he was with me and how
I had changed his life. I couldn't take it; I put my cutlery down, looked
at him and said, "I think we should stop seeing other".   He stopped with
his fork half way to his mouth and looked at me; he sort of half-grinned,
expecting a punch line or something and when he saw my face he knew none
was coming.   He grabbed my hand and started raving, not in a loud voice,
just firing question after question at me, what had he done?  Was there
someone else? Was I fed up with him? On and on he went, standing up,
sitting down.   Finally I got him to calm down, I held his hand and said,
"Jeff, we have had a wonderful time, I bless the day I met you, but we
cannot let this go any further, you are a married man, you have
responsibilities that I am interfering with and the longer we wait the
worse it will be when it goes wrong".   He said the words I dreaded most,
"I'll leave her if that is what you want".  In other words, it was to be
my decision.   "No, you won't leave her for me", I said, "Whether you
leave your wife is your decision and I can be no part of that, I just
know that I can't go on like this, wondering when we will be found out
and we won't be able to see each other, wondering each time you leave if
it is the last time I see you."

He argued and argued but I had made my mind up and I knew if I relented
this time the problem would need to be faced at a later date and it would
just be harder.

Jeff left and I just lay on my bed and cried

Chapter Seven

The first few days were horrible, Jeff phoned constantly, begging me to
reconsider, promising to make better arrangements, pleading that we even
meet for a drink at least.   I was unable to convince him that I wouldn't
change my mind.  Eventually I left my answering machine on full time and
screened my calls until, after 5 days, the calls stopped.   I then had to
start to try to get my life back to normal, not an easy thing.  I cried
myself to sleep night after night, my work suffered but eventually I was
able to pull myself together enough and start socialising again.   Twice
I took someone home, but it wasn't the same, although they didn't
complain as I worked off my frustration like a sex-starved rabbit.

Two months later I came home from work and found a letter waiting, the
envelope was typed so I didn't know who it was from but when I opened it
I recognised Jeff's hand.   He told me that his life had been like mine,
chaotic, except that he had a wife to see the difference.  She nagged,
they argued and after three weeks she accused him "You don't love me any
more".   He sat her down and told her that he had never loved her, that
it had been a marriage of convenience for both of them, but he hadn't
realised until recently how unhappy he had been.   He also confessed that
he had met someone else but that was over, however he had decided to
leave her.  She freaked out until he told her that she could keep the
house and all that was in it and then she calmed down.   He had moved out
the next day, lived with a work colleague for 2 days then rented a small
flat.  He had been living on his own for a month and wanted to see me.
He told me he would phone at 8pm on the following Friday and if I didn't
pick up the phone he would never call again.

Well, he called at 8 and I picked up.  We talked for ages, telling what
we had done over the past 2 months.   He had gone on a date with another
woman, he had gone to another town and visited a gay bar: each time he
tried to tempt himself to go further but had returned home alone.   I
confess I didn't tell him (until 2 years later) that I had tempted myself
too, but that I had given in.  Finally he asked if he could see me again
and I said "Yes".

"Good", he said", I will be there in 40 minutes".  He arrived at my door
by which time I was naked, washed and perfumed waiting for him.   He
grabbed me in his arms and I threw mine around his neck.  He picked me up
and carried me to the bed, placed me down and shrugged out of his clothes
and fell on top of me.   For ages we touched, felt and caressed each
other with our hands, mouths and bodies: I was longing to feel him inside
me again but just ecstatic to feel him beside me once more.   Finally I
positioned myself on my hands and knees and he took me doggy-style,
hardly the most sensuous position but one of the sexiest.  We climaxed
very quickly then fell on to our sides without uncoupling.   Within
minutes he was pushing again, hard as ever so I moved slightly so that I
was on my back and he was lying beside me on his side which meant we
could kiss and embrace while he slowly made love to me.   He prodded me
for over 30 minutes, both of us restraining ourselves until neither of us
could control it any longer and he spunked another full load into me,
causing me to cum a second time too.

For the first time he didn't have to leave early in the morning so we
relaxed in each other's arms all night.   I awoke in the morning to that
glorious feeling of Jeff sucking on my dick.  When I moved he looked up,
sort of smiled and carried on.  When I was soaked in his spit he
positioned himself over my hard-on and pushed back until my cock was
planted inside him.  I fucked him slowly while playing with his body and
we climaxed in a crescendo of pleasure.

We lay together in bed most of the day and I felt for the first time that
I was "All Fucked Out".   Eventually we washed, dressed and went out for
a meal.  Later we had a drink and at the end of the night he asked me if
I was going straight home.   "Of course", I replied.  "OK, we can share a
taxi and I'll drop you off".  My face must have shown my disappointment
but he looked into my eyes and said "When I met you I thought I was in
heaven but I rushed things and I nearly lost you, I am determined not to
do that again, we take our time.

For the next 3 months we saw each other several times a week, sometimes
having sex, sometimes not.   He asked me if I would help him look for a
house to buy and we spent the next two weekends looking at property until
he saw a nice place with a small garden.  I liked the place; it had great
character and was pleased when he decided to buy it.

Later that week, having a drink to celebrate his bid being accepted, we
were talking about plans for the next few days.   Suddenly his face
changed and he looked terribly nervous.  "I want to ask you something and
I don't want you to take offence or want to stop seeing me again", he
said.   I was terrified of what might be coming but I managed to nod my
head.  "I'm not sure of the proper way of doing this, I don't know the
correct time to wait, I don't even know if it is what you want, but would
you consider moving in with me full time?"

I was relieved, delighted, ecstatic, laughing, crying, I didn't know what
my body was doing; I couldn't speak but I threw my arms around him and I
think he took that as an agreement.

We moved into the house 6 weeks later then spent nearly 2 years getting
it the way we wanted.   I rented out my flat for 2 years then sold it,
using the money to buy a tiny cottage on the outskirts of a village and a
half mile from the sea.

'Ever After' is a long time, but we have been 'Living Happily' for the
past 8 years and it just gets better.   I shall be 30 next month and Jeff
is 40 3 weeks later so we are having a special holiday to celebrate.
Jeff says it is our delayed honeymoon but to me the honeymoon started the
day I met him and it has never ended.