Date: Tue, 3 Jul 2012 16:40:45 +0000
From: robert goater <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: BOBBY and ANDY. 1

Hello. This story is an extension of "Mr Wiseman" in the Gay Beginnings
section. It is a story about me and Andy, how we met and a little of my
life before we did. You may have to read "Mr Wiseman" to understand all,
but no SWAT will cum round if you don't! (unless you want them too?)

Look guys, there maybe some of you who should not be here, because of your
age or location that excludes you from reading this masterpiece and I have
to tell you NOT to proceed beyond this point. Get out now unless........Oh
well, as I say, you have been warned. It does contain gay sexual stuff
between consenting adults. You must not copy any part, or use it in anyway
without consulting me.

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BOBBY AND ANDY. That's us from "Mr Wiseman" story.


We were in bed and had just woken up and in our usual position, Andy laying
on his left side and me behind him. After a few adjustments I was able to
insert all 8.5 inches of my rock hard cock into him. Once there and my arms
around his body we said "good morning" to each other. I kissed his head and
told him I loved him for at least the millionth time since we had met, fell
in love and consummated that love just a few hours after that first
meeting.

"I love you Bobby." Andy said holding my bum and pulling me into him. "Love
you too my sweetman." I slowly and gently moved out and then back, just a
couple of inches and all the while bringing us closer to the inevitable
goal when I would explode into him and he would follow soon afterwards, all
over the towel that was permanently available to receive his ejaculation
via my right hand. God I loved Andy so much, all 5.5 of him. I don't know
of course, but I would think it's impossible for two people to love one
another more than we do.



"I wish I didn't have to go to work today."  Andy moaned.

"Me too sweet fuck, but you have tomorrow off and it's your turn on top and
when you finish with me after two minutes i'm going to take you out. Got it
already planned."

"Oh? What plan?" He asked. No mention of the two minute insult as we both
knew it could last all day if we could only control the inevitable, which
neither of us could.

"Non of your business right now, but I know you will like it and if you
tried to guess what it is for the next 50 years, you would not get close."
My 8.5 had returned to it's normal 7.5 and I withdrew from the love of my
life. Well actually it flopped out as Andy had turned round to give me a
good morning kiss. They tend to last sometime and often results in yet
another full scale love making session that brings us even closer, if that
was possible.



"Ok, let me try. Is it a six month cruise or maybe a fuck session with all
the gay guys in Aldershot?"

"Don't EVER say six month cruise again you shit! How the fuck did you get
it right first guess?"

"Because you know I don't have a clue. What is it then?"

"Just wait, all will be clear soon enough my child."

"Piss off you twat." Oh dear Andy when will you EVER learn?

For the next 10 minutes I "beat" him up with him screaming for me to stop
as I tickled him almost the death. Christ it is so lovely when we do that,
our naked bodies all over each other and the inevitable result was one of
us inside the other. Not this time though, it was a work day, but being
away from one another for those few hours only bought us closer and we knew
that the evening was just beginning when he came home.



I kissed him goodbye as he went off and waved from the lounge window until
he turned the corner. The same window and the same corner some months ago
before he had the accident that nearly took his life.

I rang the Estate Agent to confirm the appointment for 12 noon tomorrow.

"Yes Mr Wiseman, I will be there waiting for you. Looking forward to
meeting you both."



Ok, I have to go back a bit. When Andy was well enough to work after his
accident he got a job with a gardener at a nursery that grew all sorts and
supplied it's own shop as well as local shops, markets and restaurants with
top class fruit, veg, flowers, plants shrubs, trees and all things
salad. On his first day at work Andy fell in love with it and is now
running the place four years later. When he first started the job he would
come home and would chat away about all that he was doing and his love of
gardening. It was then I thought that we should move to a house with a
garden for him grow top class fruit, veg, flowers, plants and all things
salad for us. I was passing an Estate Agents when in town and noticed the
details of a small bungalow with loft a conversion about 2 miles out of
town on the edge of the village.  I went in and made an appointment for us
to view on Saturday.

"An elderly gentleman is the present owner and is selling to move into a
nursing home. The thing is he is very particular about who he sells to. He
has already refused two offers. I'm just warning you that he will ask a few
questions Bobby." The estate agent told me.

"No problem. We are a bit particular as well, well Andy is."



He came home full of the days work and telling me all about it. I would ask
him all sorts of questions about his work because I was interested, not
only because of the work, but because it was him doing it. His enthusiasm
was lovely to see and not for the first time I thanked God it could have
been so different, but I also would have liked him to ask about my day
without me prompting him, but it did not happen. So I asked.

"Would you like to hear about my day Andy?"

"Well I guess you have been sitting down all day drawing?

Oh, I thought nice comment.

"I'm sorry I mentioned it. It was very selfish of me. Sorry. Your meal is
ready when you want to eat." I was a bit pissed off and it showed.

We sat in silence and neither of us enjoyed the meal and as soon as I had
finished I went back into my studio. I had work to finish, but I was not in
the right frame of mind to carry on with art work. Instead I sent out a few
emails that needed to be answered, including one from an agent representing
one of the biggest names in English and world football. Andy of course did
not know that, but then I would not have known about his work unless I
asked.



Still a bit miffed with Andy I had a shower and went to bed. This had never
happened before and Andy was at a loss when I went to bed.

He climbed in after his shower and cuddled up behind me.

"Bobby whats wrong?"

"I'll leave that to you to work out. Think about it." I turned round and
kissed him goodnight. "I never want us to go to sleep without kissing
goodnight. We are out tomorrow and will have to leave 11 30, so i'm going
to sleep."

"OK." He said in a very quiet voice and I knew he was thinking about what
the hell he had done wrong. I felt as guilty as hell, but he would have to
work it out himself. Surprisingly I dropped off leaving Andy wide awake,
poor thing.



I was awake at 7 and quietly got out of bed so as not to wake him. I looked
at him as he lay there. He looked so bloody beautiful and I cussed myself
for getting shitty with him. I bent over him and kissed his forehead.

An hour later he came into the kitchen and kissed me good morning and got
his toast and coffee, but the worry was written all over his face. The post
had arrived and I handed him a letter and began to open mine. Nothing was
said about last night. I had four to open all from clients and all
containing cheques which amounted to £1500, I shoved them over to Andy.

"Not bad for sitting down all day and drawing don't you think?" Andy looked
at them and the penny dropped. "Andy I thought we were in a relationship
and if we are isn't every thing 50/50? Give? Take? Support? Be interested
in the other? When I ask you about your day it's because I want to know and
I want to know because I love you. Don't answer just think and don't ask
about my day ever it will only be because I've said all this."



"I'm sorry Bobby, but you know I did not mean to upset you. I would never
want to do that, I guess I just was not thinking." I looked at him and saw
all the worry in his face and then a penny dropped in my thick head as
well.

"Oh fuck. Here's me lecturing you and i've just done the same thing,
ignored you."

"How?"

"We are going out to look at a bungalow to see if it will suit us. I have
been thinking that you would like to have a garden and it is in a really
good location, BUT I didn't even discuss it with you first, just went ahead
with making an appointment. I'm sorry Andy, maybe I have learnt a lesson as
well." He didn't say a thing, just got up and came and straddled my lap and
there he stayed and kissed me for a very long time. He broke away.

"There, that's all i've got to say about it, now lets get out. It sounds a
great idea and a garden would be fantstic."



We arrived in good time and Terry the Estate Agent introduced us to Mr
Thompson the owner. He asked us in and dismissed Terry telling him he would
take it from here. Mr Thompson was quite tall and even for his age, I
guessed in his 80's, he looked fit and stood up straight. His manner and
silver hair reminded me of a friend, David, I used to meet for sex sometime
before I met Andy.

He showed us around and the more we saw the more we liked the place. But
when we got outside into large garden Andy really got interested. Although
it was somewhat over grown and obviously had not been worked on for at
least two years, the potential was obvious to see. The icing on the cake
was the enormous greenhouse that Andy got really excited about.



We talked it over whilst having a coffee and I got the impression he wanted
us to buy the place. Price was going to be a problem and I asked if I could
make an offer, £2000 below what he was asking. Without hesitation he
agreed! No discussion, just agreed the new price. It all seemed too simple
having been warned he could be a bit picky as to who he would sell to.

"I want you two to have it. Reggy and I lived here for 28 years until he
died two and a half years ago and to be honest, it's empty without him and
in any case I need to move and take my memories with me. As you are in a
relationship, it will be lovely to think you will be living here and be as
happy as Reggy and I were. I asked him how long they had been together.

"42 of the loveliest years two men could have Bobby." He drifted off in
thought. "The moment I saw him I told myself he was my man! I had not long
been out of the Air Force, I was a pilot with Transport Command and got a
job with British European Airways I used to go to my pub Sundays if I was
not flying for a couple of drinks and lunch. I always took my book with me
and sat at my usual table right next to the door. One day I happened to
look up as he came in and go to the bar. As he was waiting to be served he
turned round and we looked at one another and that, as they say, was love
at first sight. I never believed that could happen until that moment. We
were so very happy and I wish you the same, you two look wonderful together
and I hope you come to live here."

When we told him that was exactly how we met and in a pub as well he was
even more sure about us moving in.



We went back home more than happy, but we needed to go through the finances
first. There would be about a £30,000 or more mortgage to sort out. I
had the flat valued some while ago and knew more or less what it would sell
for. Andy kept my head buzzing with all his plans for the garden and the
greenhouse in his usual enthusastic way.

"It will be lovely Bobby, that garden is massive and I can't wait to get
started."

"We have to think about mortgage sweet man, £30,000, or what ever is not
exactly peanuts."

"I'm sure something will come up Bobby." He put his hand on my leg and
stroked it.

"Keep doing that and i'm sure something will." We both laughed and I drove
on until we arrived back.

"Right Robert my lovely fuck rod, what do you think, can we afford the
mortgage?" He was back on my lap with his arms around my neck kissing me.

"Dunno, we will have to go and find out, but I fancy like going back to bed
and show you how sorry I am about yesterday and to show you how much I love
you, but really it's because i'm as horny as fuck!"

"Don't you just know how to make a guy feel good? So bloody romantic. Oh
well time for a clean out then!" With a kiss he was off to do what he
needed too.



We laid naked on the bed with Andy underneith me locked together with our
arms around each other and giving our mouths a work out. I moved us to a
chair and got Andy to sit on my manhood and waited as he gradually fed the
whole thing into him. Once there he sat still waiting for his narrow
passage to get used to my invasion. It was as tight as you could get and it
was turning us both on so much. Andy began to ride me and it was not long
before we were both approaching the end at great speed. The sight of my
beautiful man in front of me was getting me more and more worked up and him
at the same time. With one last thrust into me we both shot off massive
loads, mine filling him and his making a mess of my belly. We held on to
one another for some time until I picked him up, still with me inside him
and took us to bed. I turned him round and there we laid with my arms
around Andy's body. How I loved lying like this, it was impossible to get
any closer. He turned his head and we kissed and told one another how much
in love we were.

"You know we have a 50/50 relationship Bobby?"

"Yeees?" I wondered what was coming next.

"When we get up i've got something to show you."

"Ok, but I don't want to get up yet, i'm too comfortable like this." Andy
knew I was getting warmed up again as my cock started to swell inside him.

"I think I know whats coming and I also know the towel will be wet again
soon." I brought my cock out to the head and slowly pushed the whole thing
back into his bum, time and time again all the while bringing us both
nearer a wonderful end. It came a few strokes later and as my cock exploded
I pulled him into me with sheer passion. The towel received his own
discharge and as he came he yelled out his love for me. Not long after and
with me still inside him, we dropped off to sleep. (while we are sleeping I
must point out that we do change the towel ok? If we didn't it would have
to be snapped in half to get it in the washing machine!)



I woke and asked him if he was.

"Yep, still alive dispite you shooting me in the bum." Again he turned and
we kissed.

"Time to shower my fuck machine." He said. We got up and spent sometime
making sure we were as clean as it was possible to be then went to the
kitchen, I got a bottle of wine and poured out two glasses. We took it into
the lounge and settled down on the couch.

"How much did you say a mortgage will be? £30,000+?" He asked.

"Well working it out after I had this place valued, yes. Why?"

"Well, this may help a bit." He handed me the letter he had got that
morning. "Open it." I did as I was told and took out a letter from his
solicitor and a cheque. I stared at it!

"Bloody hell 80 grand? I assume the company's settlement for the
accident. They must have taken responcibility for it then?"

"They did and my solicitor says I should take it, so my handsome, we have
just bought the bunglelow out right!"

"That's great sweet heart, you have just bought yourself a greenhouse and
the front door with that!" I ducked as he threw a punch at me. I threw one
back which ended up in a full scale "fight" all over the floor, which ended
up back in the bedroom with Andy pinned down and his cock stuck in my bum.

"Give in punk?" He looked so cute when he tried to act hard. I allowed him
to force me on my back and after a lot of pumping he completed a full shoot
inside me. Once again the towel came in handy.



Five weeks later Andy and I cuddled up together in the middle of the
bedroom happy that the house was now finished. New kitchen, new bathroom
and completely redecorated.

"You know Andy, if you had not kept molesting me we would have got this all
done a week sooner?" Just about every time I was up the ladder he would
climb up behind me and run his hands up my thighs under my shorts and
either end up pulling my knob, fondeling my bum, but usually both. One time
he got me so wound up it ended up him sucking my plummimg off while the
real deal was down stairs fixing the shower. "And you didn't then? You
forgot the time I suppose when I was bent over cleaning the brushes and you
came up behind me, dropped my drawers and did my arse a favour?"

"As you say, a favour my sweetness and lets just agree we loved all of
it. Lovely surprises for both of us." We went around our new home and stood
in every room. It was perfect. We took our shorts off when we got to the
bathroom and stepped inside and spent quite some time washing each other,
but for once it did not end up in bed.

"Bobby, i'm going to take you out for dinner and you can take me to the
Campbell aferwards, Ok?"



Summer had long gone and it was back to winter clothes. We got ready and
sat waiting for the taxi I had ordered and had a glass of wine. We cuddled
up together as I looked around the lounge. "I think Mr Thompson would like
what we have done don't you think Andy?" He looked around as well. "I'm
sure he would sweet cock, but one thing i'm really sure of we are going to
be as happy as they were when they lived here." He turned and smiled at me
with that look that was full of love. Not for the first time I thanked my
luck in finding this wonderful man. I was going to ask him to marry me
again at dinner. My thoughts went back to the time I first asked him and
how excited he was. The next day he had an accident that nearly killed him
and all this time I had thought it was because he was not consentrating at
work that caused the accident and he fell and ended up in a coma. Until
now, I did not want to ask again, but now is the right time. I turned to
him and smiled, took his face between my hands and kissed his adorable
lips.



The meal was lovely, but I have to say that I don't remember too much about
it. We sat opposite each other, not saying much, just enjoying our own
thoughts and by the smile on Andy's face he was having nice thoughts like
mine.

"Andy, I need to ask you something." He looked at me and said. "Before you
do take this, but don't open it until I tell you." He handed me an
envelope. I took it and laid it on the table. I reached across the table
and took his hand in mine. If anyone saw me do that I could not give a
toss. "For the second time, may I ask you to marry me please, but this time
don't go and have an accident tomorrow?" I had seen him smile just about
all the time we had been together, but the one he gave me now was the
brightest and widest of all. "Open the envelope please Bobby." There was a
note, it said, "BOBBY YOU HAVE JUST ASKED ME TO MARRY YOU. The answer is on
my face, look." I looked up and saw the most miserable, unhappy face I had
ever seen, which broke instantly into a MASSIVE smile of all time. "That's
a yes then?" I had to be sure didn't I?

"Of course Bobby. I have never been more sure since you first asked me." He
had to complain though, it would not be Andy if he didn't. "Took your time
didn't you? As you can see I knew you would ask me again." I looked at him
and, once again, pennies were dropping. "Hang on one frigging moment. When
did you write that?" He looked at me with the innocence of the devil
himself, he coughed and mummble something that I did not hear and smiled
the smile he hoped would detract me from digging further. "You wrote that
ages ago didn't you and been carrying it around with you all the time?"

Yes he had been carrying it around for weeks waiting for me to ask him to
marry me since he was given the all clear from Doctor Peter. He just
thought he would be smart and appear to have second guessed me. WHAT a prat
and what a most gorgeous, lovable, handsome, wonderful prat he was.

We didn't need to say any more, just enjoy being who we were. Smiling and
laughing was all that either of us wanted. Apart from shagging of course,
but that would not go down too well in any resturant I guess.



We did not go to the pub afterall. The taxi took us home, our home. We
walked up the path to Andy's front door and I waited for him to open it. It
only took seconds as by now winter was with us and we needed to get indoors
quick. As soon as we got into the warmth of our new home we took off our
out door stuff and went to the lounge. Still fully dressed we settled down
to an evening of domestic bliss. Me on the settee and Andy in front between
my legs resting against my chest. As soon as we were comfortable I wrapped
my arms around him with my head against his. Just shifting slightly we were
able to meet mouth to mouth and that was us for a very long time and i'm
sorry, you will just have to let us get on with it.

Hope to see you in the next chapter.



winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk is my address if you want to write, but do
remember it's just a bit of fun and don't take it too seriously. Best
wishes Bobby. And me, Andy