Date: Thu, 15 Mar 2007 05:09:12 +0000
From: Robbie Calverley <thegaynarrator@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: Still the Same Eddie - 2

So many people have asked me to continue this story, so here is the second
chapter.


FROM CHAPTER ONE:

Ryan broke their embrace and led Eddie by the hand down the stairs and into
his bedroom.  Since Ryan was wearing so little it took him only a moment to
strip and then Eddie dropped the towel he was wearing and the boys stood
naked staring at one another for a moment before coming together and
embracing naked for the first time.  "Eddie," he said, "I echo your hopes
and your prayers.  Even though we only met a few hours ago, I think I'm
already in love with you."

STILL THE SAME EDDIE -- CHAPTER 2

The boys kissed again and as they parted Ryan looked Eddie in the eye and
said, "Eddie, don't get me wrong, I really do want this to happen between us
but it all seems to be happening so quickly."

Eddie took a deep breath, kissed Ryan's hand and said, "It doesn't have to,
I know I asked if I could sleep with you tonight, but I'm willing to wait if
you're not comfortable with it.

Ryan breathed a sigh of relief and took Eddie in his arms, "Thanks, Eddie,
I've never really been in a relationship before and I think that is what we
both want, but I don't want to jump into it with both feet.  I think that if
we get to know one another a little better it would make things easier
later."

"Ryan, I never thought that I'd say this to any man, but I'm willing to wait
for however long it takes.  It will drive me mad, and my right hand will be
working overtime, but I'll wait."

Ryan kissed Eddie gently on the lips and whispered, "It won't be too long, I
promise, now off you go, and I'll see you in the morning."

Eddie walked to the door, turned and blew Ryan a kiss before walking slowly
to his own bedroom.

Ryan woke with a start the following morning, his mind spinning with his
constant thoughts of the new love in his life, but also the reluctance to
allow things to develop too quickly.  The winter sunshine was streaming in
through the windows and there were sounds of activity upstairs.  Urgently
needing to pee, he went into his bathroom and relieved himself gratefully.
He showered and cleaned his teeth, but decided against shaving, thinking
that the slight stubble wouldn't matter as he was on holiday.

As he exited the bathroom he saw Eddie propped up in his bed waiting for
him.  "Good morning, gorgeous," said Eddie, opening his arms.  Ryan joined
him on the bed and melted into his arms.

"You were determined to get into my bed one way or another, weren't you?"
asked Ryan.  Eddie laughed softly and hugged him tighter.

"Are you two boys ever going to come up and get breakfast?" a voice called
from the top of the stairs.  Eddie took Ryan by the hand, kissed him again
and led him up the stairs, naked, where Ellie was standing in front of the
cooker, also naked except for an apron.

"Aren't you rather overdressed, sis?" asked Eddie.

"Well, I don't want the hot fat splashing all over me, and I suggest that
you keep your wisecracks to yourself, or you can do the cooking." Ellie
said.  Eddie went and stood behind her and kissed her lovingly on the cheek,
stroking her shoulder.  "Aren't I going to get a good morning kiss from the
other man in my life?" she asked.  Ryan took Eddie's place behind her and as
he also leaned in to kiss her she felt his soft cock brush against her.
"MMMMmmm, if only ..." she remarked.

The three of them ate breakfast and made plans for the next few days.  "I
phoned the office last night," said Eddie, "and they've been having a few
problems with the bank.  I may have to go up to town and sort it out.  If I
do, would you both like to come up with me?  After that we can spend the
rest of the holiday at home."

"Where's home?" asked Ryan.

"Home is the house where we were brought up," said Ellie, "it's called
Abbotswell Manor and it's on the River Thames in Berkshire, not too far from
Windsor Castle."

"Sounds great," said Ryan, "I'd love to see it."

Ellie had arranged to go out with a friend of hers who lived a few miles
away.  As they would probably have a few drinks together, she had arranged
to stay the night - she didn't want to risk driving back.  Eddie looked in
the local paper and saw that one of his favourite films, The Pirate Movie,
starring Christopher Atkins, was on at the cinema in Westhampton, the next
town along the coast and asked Ryan if he would like to go and see it.

"I'd love to," said Ryan, "I've never seen it, but I know that it has some
Gilbert and Sullivan music in it, and I've always enjoyed their operettas."

Ellie left the house mid-afternoon and the boys showered, and dressed
smartly but casually.  "Are we getting a cab to the cinema?" asked Ryan.

"No," replied Eddie, "I've got the car outside, we'll take that."

As the boys left the house, Ryan looked around and walked to the only car he
could see, a smart-looking Vauxhall, while Eddie locked the house up.  "Not
that old heap," said Eddie, "mine's around the corner," he added as he took
his car keys from his pocket.  As the boys rounded the corner, Eddie hit the
remote button on his key fob and the lights flashed on the latest model
top-of-the-range Mercedes C-class.

"Wow," said Ryan, "How the other half live!"

"You'd better get used to it if you're going to hang around with the big
boys," Eddie replied.  They got into the car and Ryan rubbed his hands over
the soft leather upholstery as he sank into the luxurious softness of the
front passenger seat.  "If you're a really good boy," said Eddie, "I might
let you drive it home later."

"Why, Mister Whitman," said Ryan, fluttering his eyelashes, "are you trying
to bribe me into bed with you?"  Eddie laughed and looked over at Ryan.

"No pressure," he said, "The last thing I want to do is blow it ... ... or
maybe, if you'll pardon the pun, I suppose that's the first thing I want to
do!"

Ryan laughed at the spontaneous humour and said, "but I'd love to drive this
wonderful car home."

When they arrived in Westhampton it seemed that the world and his wife (or
maybe the world and his boyfriend) were visiting the town, and they had to
park the car some way from the cinema.  "Remember where the car is," said
Eddie, "I have no sense of direction whatsoever, and I'll probably lose the
damned thing if I'm left to my own devices."

They walked to the end of the street; the cinema could be seen across a
small park.  As they walked through the park, Eddie took Ryan's hand and
they stopped a couple of times to kiss in the seclusion of a small clump of
trees.

The boys arrived at the cinema and Eddie bought the tickets.  As they
climbed the stairs to the circle, Ryan offered the money for his ticket,
Eddie said, "Don't be so bloody silly, I'm a multi-millionaire, Ryan.  Just
because I don't throw my money around doesn't mean that I want you to pay
for yourself. In fact, I'll be most upset if you try to pay for anything
while you're staying with Ellie and me.  You are our guest, and I'll thank
you to remember it."

Ryan looked at Eddie and asked, "Are you angry with me, Eddie?"

Eddie smiled and replied, "Of course not, silly, I'm just asserting my
masculinity."

Ryan laughed and punched Eddie playfully.  They entered the auditorium and
their tickets were torn in half.  "Sit where you like," said the usherette,
as Eddie took Ryan's hand and led him to the back row.  There were a few
other couples sitting there, all hetero, but the boys ignored them and sat
down just as the lights went down.  Ryan felt Eddie take his hand and
settled down to watch the film, which he had not seen before.

After a few minutes Ryan felt Eddie release his hand, then felt Eddie's hand
on his thigh.  He smiled to himself as the fingers travelled slightly higher
and his cock began to harden inside his trousers.  Eddie then turned towards
him and kissed him on the cheek, so Ryan turned to Eddie and their lips met.

The kiss had lasted for a few seconds when a male voice said, "Excuse us,
please, boys."

Ryan, thinking that they had been caught in the act, blushed in the darkness
and stood to allow the late arrivals to pass, then realised that it was two
guys, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Their hands met once again and they sat watching the film, both of them
secretly lusting after Christopher Atkins (and who wouldn't!!!).  From time
to time their gaze wandered to the other gay couple, who seemed to be more
intent on making out than watching the film.

As the film ended, the boys looked at one another and then smiled broadly as
they heard two zips being hastily pulled up.  They turned and grinned at the
other boys, who were blushing shyly, having almost been caught with their
trousers down.

"Come on, let's go and eat," said Eddie.

"If we can get in anywhere," said Ryan, "the town seemed to be pretty full
when we arrived."

"Don't worry about that," said Eddie, "I know where we'll get in."

As they walked to Eddie's chosen restaurant Ryan kept an eye on where they
were going so that he would be able to find the car afterwards.  Eddie
stopped outside a very ordinary-looking restaurant and pushed the door open.
  Inside the restaurant was packed, but a waiter was immediately at Eddie's
elbow saying, "Good evening, Mr Whitman, table for two?"

"Thanks," said Eddie, and they were led to a small area of the restaurant
which was screened off and sat at a small table.  When Ryan looked around he
noticed that all of the tables in this area were for two, and all were
occupied by same-sex couples.  "This is the only gay-friendly restaurant for
miles and this part is set aside for gay and lesbian couples.  Most of the
other customers don't even realise," said Eddie.

Ryan noticed that they had become the centre of attention, and several of
the men were acknowledging Eddie's presence and waving to him, giving Ryan
the once-over in the process.

Menus appeared and Ryan was delighted to find that the style of cooking was
predominantly old-fashioned English, with one or two Italian dishes thrown
in to appease the so-called gourmets.  Eddie ordered the Fisherman's Pie for
himself, having checked that the chef had prepared it to the usual recipe,
and Ryan ordered the mixed grill.  The waiter raised his eyebrows and looked
at Eddie, who nodded and said, "If that's what the man wants ... ..."  The
waiter grinned and left to place their orders with the chef.

"So what's wrong with ordering the mixed grill?" asked Ryan.

"Nothing, nothing at all," said Eddie as the sommelier approached to take
their wine order.

"Red or white?" asked Eddie.

"Oh, white, I think," replied Ryan, "especially if you're having fish."

"Well, that's just wine snobbery," said Eddie, "I'm afraid I order what I
fancy.  I don't hold with all this malarkey.  We'll have a bottle of
champagne to start, please Marcel, and then a nice bottle of Chablis with
the meal." Eddie said to the sommelier.

The two boys were left alone for a few seconds and then they were approached
by a huge man in a black suit whom Eddie greeted fondly and then introduced
to Ryan as Michel, the restaurant owner.  Michel explained that although he
and most of his staff were French, his passion was for English food,
especially pies and puddings, so that is what the restaurant specialised in.
  He asked what the boys had ordered and commended Eddie on his choice of
Fisherman's pie, but when Ryan said that he had ordered the mixed grill
Michel said, "are you sure?" and shrugged his shoulders in a very Gallic
fashion.

Ryan again asked, "What's wrong with the mixed grill?"

"Rien, pas de rien."  Said Michel, as the Sommelier approached with the
champagne.  Michel dismissed him and opened the bottle himself, pouring it
into the boys' glasses himself before moving on to the next table.

"What's this secret about the mixed grill?" Ryan asked again, "do you think
I should change my order?"

"You'd better not, the chef is pretty temperamental and the last thing you
want to do is upset her."  Just at this moment two guys stood up to leave
and Michel was immediately beside them thanking them for their custom and
kissing them
both on the cheek.

Eddie poured more champagne as Ryan asked, "is Michel gay?"

Eddie shrugged, saying, "he treats men and women alike, don't forget it's
quite common in France for men to kiss, so I don't really know.

As if by magic, the waiter appeared from one direction with their food as
the sommelier approached from another with their Chablis and an ice bucket.
Ryan at once spotted why his decision on the mixed grill had been
questioned.  It was served on an oval platter which covered half of the
table, and the platter itself was full to overflowing with a huge rib-eye
steak, a piece of gammon, a whole butterfly chicken breast, two sausages,
two fried eggs, a piece of lamb's liver and enough chips and battered onion
rings to feed half the restaurant.

Ryan's eyes opened wide as he said the only thing he could, "well, fuck me!"

"Later, darling, later," replied Eddie, "if you can stay awake after eating
that little lot."  The people at the neighbouring tables laughed as they
heard the exchange and Ryan blushed as he picked up his knife and fork and
began to attack the food.  Eddie cut open his Fisherman's Pie and smiled as
he saw the layer of prawns on top of the white fish and below the crispy
potato topping.

He began to eat and offered Ryan a prawn, which Ryan refused, saying, "I'll
have enough trouble doing justice to this little lot, without eating yours
for you."

The boys ate in comparative silence until Ryan, who had been deep in thought
said, "Eddie, what do you see in me?  After all, you are rich beyond belief
and could probably have any man you wanted.  Why me?"

Eddie smiled and said, "Well, it's not an easy question to answer, and there
is more than one reason.  Firstly, you really are very cute, you know, and
you have such a gorgeous smile.  Secondly, I know you're not after my money,
because you didn't know who I was until I told you.  Thirdly, and probably
most importantly, Ellie approves of you, and that means an awful lot to me.
I am not a good judge of character, as can be seen by some of the rough
trade I've knocked about with in the past.  Ellie has her head screwed on
when it comes to people, and she chose you, firstly as a friend, and then
soon afterwards as a possible good influence on her wayward twin brother.
All I can add is that I approve of her choice, and I can't imagine a future
with anyone but you."

For a moment the food was forgotten as Eddie took both of Ryan's hands in
his and they stared into one another's eyes.  Suddenly aware that all eyes
were upon them, they blushed with embarrassment and continued eating.
Michel poured more wine as he passed their table and smiled at them
benignly.

A few minutes later the kitchen door swung open and a lady of about fifty
appeared wearing chef's whites and approached their table.  She looked
directly at Ryan and said, "You've never been here before, have you dear?"
Ryan shook his head as he looked up at her.  "Then you don't know about the
rules and regulations, do you?"  Ryan shook his head again.  "And I don't
suppose this young bugger has warned you about them," she said, punching
Eddie playfully on the shoulder.  Ryan shook his head a third time before
she added, "Well, nobody is allowed to leave this restaurant until their
plate is clear, otherwise I will take it as a personal insult against my
cooking."

Ryan's face turned white for just a few seconds before she burst out
laughing and said, "Don't worry, love, your plate will be clear, Eddie will
see to that," then she pulled up a third chair to the table and sat with
them.  Eddie introduced her to Ryan as Mo, and told him that she had been
chef at the restaurant for as long as he could remember.  "Mo is an amazing
person.  She always comes and sits with me when I'm on my own, but she has
never before sat with me when I have company.  Why the difference today,
Mo?"

"Well, young Eddie, unlike you, I'm a bit choosy about the company I keep.
You always seem to turn up with what I can only describe as "a bit of
rough", so I leave you to stew in your own juice, but this young man is a
bit different.  This young man is in a different class to your usual
riff-raff, how did you manage to find him?"

Eddie laughed and said, "I didn't, Ellie did."

"That explains everything," said Mo, "you might be a rich man financially,
but you've never been able to pick the boys.  Eddie, don't lose this one."

There was a shout from the kitchen and Mo said, "Well, I'd better get back
in there before those two French idiots kill one another," and disappeared.

Ryan smiled at Eddie and said, "I like her.  I'm frightened of her, but I
like her.  The only problem is that I just can't eat any more of this food."

"Not to worry," said Eddie, "you haven't heard the last part of the
tradition."

Saying this, he moved his empty plate to one side and took Ryan's plate in
front of him, then he cut the remaining food into bite-sized pieces, stood
up and said, "When you're ready, boys and girls."

At this the entire assembled company descended on their table, forks at the
ready, and each took a piece of the remaining food and ate it, leaving Ryan
with a clean plate as they returned to their own tables.  Mo was beaming as
she reappeared from the kitchen, saying, "I told you Eddie would take care
if it, didn't I?  I just hope that he takes care of you, dear."



Robbie
TheGayNarrator@hotmail.co.uk
Twickenham, England.

Chapter three in which disaster strikes will follow soon.

A.S., my editor, has once again worked his miracles and I thank him for all
his hard work.