Date: Sun, 2 Feb 2014 08:59:55 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Coming Together. Part one.

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              Part one.

  I always thought that I would fall in love sometime in the future but
never in a hundred years would I have believed that it would be with be
with another man. When at school with the boys, dog-eared books would be
passed around showing women, at the beginning, being fully clothed and as
you turned the pages, the clothing became scantier with every page until
you finally got to those that showed them naked.

  I didn't realise at the time why they didn't turn me on. I would see the
girls in our class and couldn't stand the way that they would look at you
and start giggling and couldn't relate them to the pictures I had seen in
the books that had been passed round. They were all flat chested and wore
hideous clothing which is maybe what turned me off of them.

  It was the same in college. At least there, the girls wore decent looking
clothes and filled out the blouse or T shirt that they wore. But again,
there wasn't anything special about them that would draw my attention to
them. I would even have them smile at me on occasions especially when I was
a member of our swimming team.

  I must admit that I looked strong and healthy, having loved swimming for
years prior to joining the team and so had strong looking arms and chest as
well as solid thighs. I never dreamed at the time that what they looked at
most was what was hidden inside my swimming costume when I left the pool to
return to the changing room.

  I would look into one of the mirrors above a wash basin to see what they
could see. My face was straight as was my nose. My hair was a cross between
being light brown and blonde and my eyebrows were straight and the eye
lashes a normal size. My eyes were of a light to dark blue and my smile was
okay and it showed that my teeth were good and white. I would even flex my
muscles to see that didn't have any effect on me, never giving a thought
that they were probably looking much lower down my body at the time.

  When we had a college ball, I would spend most of my time with the other
boys and wouldn't accept any offers to dance with the girls that asked me
to dance with them. I would then often get strange looks from the other
guys but nothing was said as to what they were thinking, but I know better
now. It was later in reflection that I came to realise that they assumed
with me not talking about or going out with any of the girls that I was
gay. This thought never came into my mind.

  I did well enough at the college to be among the top five and to get an
offer to be sent off to a university to expand my knowledge on ancient
history, me having come out top of the class on the subject. I had always
loved reading books of the period which helped in my achievement at the
college.

  So off to our local university I went and it was there that I fell in
love. It was there that I met Alex who was studying the same as me, and it
began with us comparing notes as to what we did or didn't know in the
sphere of the ancients. I was following Alexander while he was learning
more of Hannibal. Maybe it was because of Alexander being gay that
attracted me to his life and connections to others of the same ilk. It was
never known if Hannibal was gay or not, but with the men of both armies
being away from home for months and years at a time, many of them had sex
together without there being any women in their armies to satisfy their
need for sex.

  It didn't take long for both of us to find out they we were both semi
historians and so would spend time together to discuss what we each were
aiming at. We had different rooms allocated to us but with a little
persuasion, Alex got his roommate to swap over with me. So in the evenings
after lights out in bed, we could still continue with the pros and cons of
each other's subject.

  We had our likes and dislikes and compromised to both enjoy being with
each other. The major difference between us was that I was a swimmer, which
he wasn't, and he was a ski fan, which led us on to want to teach each
other of the two differences in our sporting activities. There wasn't any
snow near the university but it had a swimming pool, so it was me first to
show and teach him how to swim.

  It was a twenty five metre long pool and had a small trough round on the
inside to take the overflow of water that was being constantly pumped out
into the pool to keep it fresh. This was ideal from him, when we were in
the pool at the shallow end for him to grip this trough and stretch himself
out for me to hold him so that he could follow my instructions on how to
use his legs. It was also to increase the muscles there which was much
needed in swimming.

  It was a good job that my waist was below the water level, for with my
left hand under his chest to keep his front end up, my right hand was up
under his groin so that he could thrash his legs. The problem for me was
that with my right hand where it was, I could feel his penis that was
inside his costume and for some inexplicable reason, my own penis would
become enlarged to then be a rampant cock.

  Fortunately, it would shrink back to its normal size by the time it came
for us to leave the pool to have a shower to wash off traces of the
chlorine from the pool. As we would have this shower together, I noted that
his penis was about the same size as mine with them both being deflated.

  This would happen to me every time I held him in the water until the time
came for him to be taught how to use his hands to help propel him through
the water and of the way to turn his head to take in some air when actually
swimming on his own.

  I could still remember the way I felt when I used to have my hand up at
his groin, feeling his penis and having mine become erect when we were in
our beds at night, and so would jerk myself off into some tissues when I
knew he was asleep.

  Semester time came round and it was just at the beginning of this that an
event happened that changed our lives. With us being free from the
university, it was now time for him to show me how to ski, and so off we
went into the mountains where there was packed snow that a lot of people
used for their skiing.

  It was on the third day that, as he went down the slope, one of the clips
on his boot parted and sent him off at an angle towards some trees. The
collision was inevitable and he had his hands out to try to fend himself
off from a full body crash. But in having his arms out at full stretch to
do this, he broke both arms and finished up sliding down the slope on his
back.

  It took me a little while to get to where was then being seen to by some
people who had seen this accident and an ambulance had been called for. It
wasn't long before he was on a stretcher and I went along with him in the
ambulance that was taking him to the local hospital. It was fortunate that
he hadn't broken the collar bones but each arm had two breaks and so they
were put into plaster with his arms then bent across his chest.

  He was inside for three days to make sure that he was okay to be
discharged, but then lay the problem of his eating and seeing to his
ablutions, which he was incapable of to see to himself with his arms in
plaster. With him now being a very close friend of mine, immediately
volunteered to help him and got a grateful grin for the offer. It was
fortunate that his parents, who lived on the other side of the country, to
have been available to rent him a small bedsit so that he didn't have to
traipse back and forth during holidays. This had been done before he'd even
entered the university, and so it was to this bedsit that we had a car
drive us to.

  Alex kept apologising for ruining our semester and thanking me for
offering to be his nurse and cook, to wash and feed him. One arrival at his
rented bedsit, I found that it lived up to its name by there only being one
bed for sleeping. The battered sofa in the small living room had to be
small to have gotten it inside, it only being a two seater and less than
five foot long.

  `The bed's big enough for the two of us if you don't mind sleeping with
me,' Alex said as I surveyed this abode which only took a few
minutes. `Also helping me with the problem I've now got.'

  `What's that?' I asked.

  `I'm busting for a piss,' and so I followed him into the small, very
small bathroom for him to stand in front of the pan where I pulled down the
zipper of his trouser front and pulled out his cock which I held to direct
his stream of piss into the pan. Because of the confined space of this
bathroom, I had to stand behind him so as to keep him balanced. With my
left hand round his waist and my right hand holding his cock, the front of
my body was pressed up against his rear end. What with me holding his cock
in my hand and feeling him pissing, my own cock grew inside of my trousers
and I'm sure he felt it but he didn't make any comment about it when he'd
finished and I shook his cock, almost rubbing it to make sure that it was
empty before putting it back inside his trousers.

  With that done, we went back into the small living room and got him to
sit down while I made some coffee for us. While waiting for the water to
boil, checked the bedroom and was pleased to see that the bed was the
biggest piece of furniture in the whole place and it would sleep two
without being cramped.

  I had to hold his cup as he drank his coffee and when both cups were
empty, told him that the fridge was empty and that I had to go out to get
some food. He couldn't stop apologising for putting me through all of this
knowing that I also had to feed him too. I kept waving this off and with
making sure he was settled, when out and was away for a good hour before I
returned with enough food for a few days plus a take away so that we could
at least eat something straight away. I had bought on concoction of food
that I could feed to him piece by piece and wondered if this was what is
known as being piecemeal. Food for thought. Ha ha!

  With having had his shirt taken off for the hospital to plaster his arms,
he only had had his heavy coat wrapped round his shoulders, so I covered
his top half with a blanket until it was time for bed. Before that, it was
into the bathroom again for me to brush his teeth and with there only being
the one brush, had to use it myself to do mine. Then it was to the toilet
pan where I again pulled his cock out to guide the stream of piss into the
pan with me getting another erection by having my body close up to his.

  Then it was into the bedroom where as he was standing up, opened and
pulled down his trousers and underpants and had him then sit on the bed
while I took these off his legs after having taken off his shoes and
socks. In doing this, I was down on my knees with his semi hard cock just a
few inches away from my face and had a sudden urge to want to take it into
my mouth, but refrained as I didn't want to upset our relationship in doing
so. But the urge was there and it didn't go away even getting him settled
in the bed and I know that he saw that I had an erection when I was fully
undressed and got into bed beside him.

  I had turned out the lamp and we lay there in the dark for quite some
time before he spoke.

  `Darren,' he began, that being my name. `I can't thank you enough for
what you are doing.

  `Hush,' I said, rolling over onto my side, seeing his face in the gloom
of the room, and couldn't help that my cock was now pressed up against his
thigh. `You're my...friend, and what are friends for?'

  `Well, as a friend,' he said, `I couldn't help seeing and feeling that
you've got a hard on, so why don't you jerk yourself off. There's some
tissues on the side of you.'

  `You don't mind me doing it?'I asked.

  `Well you do it often enough in our room at the uni,' he said.

  As my cock was really beginning to hurt me with it being so hard, wanted
to do just that, but was going to wait until he was asleep. So now with
having him already knowing that I jerked off, rolled back and got some
tissues and with my cock in my hand, moved the flesh up and down over the
solid flesh beneath it and gave myself up to the pleasure in doing just
that. I couldn't help the groan that I gave as my cum filled the tissues
that I held in my other hand until I'd finished and wiped the head clean
before dropping the tissues out of the bed.

  `Was that good?' he asked as I settled back down.

  `I needed that,' I told him.

  `Er, Darren? Would...would you do the same for me as I can't do it myself
for my cock is hurting me bad,' he said. There had been a tremor in his
voice as he asked me of that, and felt that I couldn't deny him to have the
same release that I had just had. Also, it was what I wanted to do and had
been afraid that by me asking to do it to him could have split us apart.

  So I rolled back over to get some more tissues and with them in my left
hand, rolled back onto my other side and took hold of his hard cock that
was lying up on his stomach.

  I could feel his heart beat pulsating away inside the blood that kept his
cock up and hard and I revelled in the fact that I was doing what I had
yearned to do for months now. I found that I was drooling at the mouth as
my hand moved up and down the solid bar of meat, keeping a firm grip as I
jerked him off, hearing him give out a big sigh with me doing it for
him. So the pleasure wasn't all mine as I kept onto seeing to him until I
felt his leg that I was leaning against began to tremble and quickly got
the tissues over the head of his cock just in time to catch the cum that
erupted out of the eye of his cock.

  I wondered then as I kept squeezing his cock to get the last remnants of
his cum out of his cock, what it would taste like. I felt the strength of
his cock lessen slightly and knew that he had finished so released him and
rolled back and dropped the tissue onto the floor, knowing that I could put
them down the toilet pan in the morning.

  `Thank you Darren for seeing to me when I can't myself,' he said in a low
soft voice. `I've been wanting you to do that for me for some time now for
I know that I'm in love with you. If I could move I would show you by
kissing you. Do you have any love for me? Enough to kiss me?'

  `Alex. I've been wanting to do that from the first time of feeling you in
the swimming pool and I love you too,' I said as I rolled over to him, and
keeping my body away from his plastered arm, leaned in and kissed him. It
lasted for several minutes with him kissing me back. Our soft lips mashing
against each other and having our tongues touch between our open mouths.

  `That was nice,' he said when I rolled back on the bed. `I've been
wanting to do that to you too,' he said. `I even wanted to have your cock
in my hand and also to take the head into my mouth to suck on and have you
cum for me to taste before swallowing.'

  `I too feel the same. I was tempted when you were sitting on the edge of
the bed as I took your clothes off. With it being so close to me I wanted
to take you into my mouth for the same reason,' I said.

  `Well I don't have to use my hands to do that,' he said,' but you can
help me tomorrow to do what I've wanted to do for ages now.'

  `I'll do the same for you in the morning and we won't even have to get
out of bed for me to do it,' I told him.

  `Oh if only I could do it now,' he sighed. `Are we now lovers?' he asked.

  `I can't think of anything better,' I replied, stroking his thigh, the
back of my hand rubbing his flaccid cock, knowing that it would be up nice
and hard in the morning for me to show just how much I loved him. I kept
stroking his thigh until I fell asleep.

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