Date: Wed, 4 Jul 2012 17:34:41 +0000
From: robert goater <winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk>
Subject: BOBBY and ANDY 2

All the usual preamble as written in No.1, but one thing worth repeating,
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Colin Gary David Carl. Oh and two others.


We had been awake for half an hour, this time with Andy on top of me and
taking our time wishing each other good morning. It was Sunday and so no
hurry. Even though Andy could not wait to get out in the garden there was
no way he would miss out on the physical stuff between us. We had been out
for a meal the night before and I had asked Andy to marry me. When we got
back home we cuddled up on the settee and after a long time kissing we
undressed one another and celebrated our "engagement" in the time honoured
fashion. ie we screwed the fuck out of each other until the early hours.

"You are SO unromantic! What a way to describe us making love. I give in."
Even though I was being told off, Andy had a lovely smile on his beautiful
face. I reached over and got the lube off the bedside table and went to
work on his tunnel and the part of me that would soon be inside it. He
jigged around as my finger entered him and when we were both ready Andy
guided all 8.5 inches of me into him, the whole lot in one movement. Both
of us could feel the tight fit and became extremely excited as Andy pumped
bringing us both to the inevitable end. The sight of his body in front of
me was pure heaven and I guess he thought the same about mine. We both off
loaded at the same time, me filling Andy up and him covering my
front. Still with me inside him he lent down and kissed me. He eventually
disengaged and laid down on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his body
and squeezed him into me.

"Good screw then?" He asked. I didn't say anything, just took his face in
both hands and, once again, kissed him for a very long time.



After we had showered Andy went off to his greenhouse leaving me to sort
out the pile of clothes on the lounge floor. Why is it there is always a
sock missing? I shoved the lot and a few more bits in the washing machine
and went back upstairs to the far end of the bedroom where I had my studio
and worked for a couple of hours. I had been approached by an agent of one
of the biggest names in English and world Football and if I was going to be
taken on to draw him, it could be huge. I went on line to find photographs
and some info about him. Some interesting stuff as well I must say. I
settled down to draw. One downside would be me having to travel to
Manchester to meet the guy and his agent. Still, Andy may get time off and
we could go together with any luck. Talk of the devil, he called me from
the garden. As I was in "obeying" mood I went out to join him in the
greenhouse and after gushing on about what he had done to the lawn mower, I
gave him a blow job. "That's the first seeds you have sown here my darling
man." I said, kissed him and went back to the football star.



After an early dinner that I had nuked for us, I told him we were going to
the pub, the only gay one in Aldershot called the Lord Campbell. As he was
also in "obeying " mood he dragged me off to the shower where we spent some
time making sure we were both squeaky clean before getting dressed and
waited, cuddled up on the settee for the taxi to turn up.



There were only four guys in the bar, but could hear more in the back room
playing pool. Andy climbed on a stool and for once was the same height as
me. He ordered our beers and just sipped looking around us. I had not seen
the four guys in here before. They seemed to be couples and I must say all
very good looking. It was obvious one of them recognized one of us and kept
looking over trying to work out how he did. Eventually he stood up and came
over. "Hi guys, i'm Gary and I think your Andy. Am I right?" Andy shot a
look at me and a worried look came across his face. "Yes." He said trying
to think how this guy knew him. "Thought so. You look a damb sight better
than when I first saw you. I was one of the paramedics who scraped you off
the floor after your accident." Well, that cleared that up. "It's great to
see you looking so good. I must say we were not too sure how things would
turn out. I knew of course you got through as I kept asking.

Andy told him all he could remember and thanked the guy for his help." Oh
this is Bobby, my partner." We shook hands and I thanked him for all that
he and his mate had done for us.

"Andy had a lot of people on his side and saved his life." I told him.

Gary seemed a pleasent guy and asked us to join him and the others.



We went over to their table and he did the introductions. "This is my
partner Colin and those two ugly sods are David and Carl. In fact they were
all very good looking guys and seemed nice and friendly as well. Colin, was
quite a bit older than Gary and guessed him to be late thirties, early
forties the other guys looked around our ages, 23 24. He worked in
Aldershot making models of new building projects for local authorities and
companies who were expanding their operations. He had done a lot of work
for the London Olympic Committee. David was a head chef at the Pheasant
restaurant where Andy and I had been last night and Carl was bar
manager. Andy told him about his work and the nursery. David said he gets
supplies from there, "and I tell you we get good stuff from you, the best"

"Well, it's not much to do with me, I have only just started, but I love
it. We have just moved from a flat and I now have my own garden, thanks to
Bobby." He looked and smiled at me. They were interested in what I did and
would be interested in seeing some of my work sometime. "Well, if your in
here again I will bring some with me."

Colin said that they met here or the Pheasant about once a week and often
visit one another, "but the best is going to David and Carl's as they
guaranteed a great meal, he's a chef and a top one at that, but the bugger
doesn't help my waist line though." The four of them had first met a year
ago and had been friends ever since. We chatted on and it was obvious there
was a lot of love around the table. David and Carl were married and Colin
and Gary were going to in two months. "What about you two?" Carl asked. I
looked at Andy and smiled. "Unless Andy has changed his mind since I asked
him last night, we are getting married, don't know when yet though, we have
not stopped celebrating." Carl said we looked great together, everyone was
pleased and we had one last drink before we all had to go. "Lets meet
again," Colin said and I gave him my number. The taxi arrived and we said
goodnight and pleased to have met them. They said the same and it was
obvious they meant it.

On the way home in the taxi I told Andy that although this was the first
time I had met them, there was something familiar about all of them. "Like
you have slept with them and forgot about it?" He whispered. He got a thump
on his thigh which made him hold my hand to prevent another one. "Well,
they are all handsome guys I have to admit, but the guy sitting next to you
now is much better looking don't you think?" By the squeeze on my hand I
assumed it was either retaliation punishment, or agreeing with me? Who
knows.



We both had a busy week what with Andy's work and then straight out to the
greenhouse. I finished four drawings of the football guy in case I was
invited to meet and show him. I had some other commission work I had
completed and went to the little village post office come general store to
send them off. I then spent a day drawing Colin and Gary and David and Carl
from memory all from my position at the table in the pub. I then did
another of all six of us as though it was a group photo standing in front
of the bar. I rolled them up in a tube and put it aside in case they
contacted for a meet.



The phone rang, it was the football agent asking me to send the drawings
and was a bit pissed off when I told him I would only bring them
personally. I had learnt early on not to send work as I had once done that
and the prick saying it had not arrived. I knew it did as it was sent
secure delivery, but I never got paid, but he didn't get a signed copy
either. A signed copy of anything gives it authenticity and value, if
indeed any piece of art work does have value in the first place.

"I'm not sure he will have the time to meet you. He is a busy guy as you
can imagine." The agent assumed I would do what he asked.

"I am also busy, but I am prepared to give him some of my time if he wishes
to get back to me. I am sure I can fit him in, but my diary is quite full."

I cannot stand FUCKWIT CELEB'S or those who cum in their sad pants sucking
up to them. Still, they are big money and as such a commodity to use and
abused by their "advisers."

I left it at that thinking I would miss out as well. Oh well never mind,
still got enough work to do. It did make me think though. What happens if I
DO run out?



The next day the phone rang again, this time it was Colin. "We are all
meeting at the Pheasant tomorrow night and would you guys like to meet
there?" He asked.

"Great Colin, we will be there about eight ok?"

"Perfect, but don't eat, David always has something for us."

When he came in Andy was pleased. "Seems we may have some friends at at
last." He smiled at me. "It would be nice, especially as they are. Nice I
mean."



After dinner, if you can call it that, we both went out to the greenhouse
and worked on it together. It soon became obvious, once again, that we are
absolutely useless working together. It was all Andy's fault really, he
should not have grinned at me. I mean how provocative can you get? I kissed
him and without any objection from him undid his jeans and dropped to my
knees. I don't think I will ever get tired of removing them and seeing his
perfect bulge hidden in his briefs. I would just look at him knowing full
well what's there and getting hugely turned on by the sight of him. Placing
my hands on his bum and pulling him to my face and burying into him is a
fantastic experience and the smell of this wonderful man is out of this
world. Kissing the ever hardening cock and taking it into my
mouth. Listening to Andy as I bite gently on him, "Bobby!" Pulling at the
front of his pants and dropping them and there he would be in all his
beauty, free now and waiting for my lips, tongue and mouth. Licking his
sack and taking each one in my mouth in turn would be followed by my tongue
on the base and slowly lick my way to the head while my hand takes his
balls and fondles them. At the head I would spend time just under it which
caused even more reaction from my man. His cock could not get any harder as
my tounge teased it's head with pre cum slowly emerging from it's
exit. Finally I sink my mouth onto the whole length of him and Andy sucks
his breath in as I go down and hold him in my throat.

It was the same this time and the more I held him the more worked up he
became and begun to breath sharply as he was nearing his summit. To add to
his experience I now blew him with firm, slow strokes with my mouth and
also sank a finger into him and found the THE spot which brought out more
groans and gasps of pleasure and finally I knew he was about to explode
into me as his body tensed and recoiled with the first shot into my
mouth. Time and again he off loaded with his body thrashing about as he
came crying out my name with each one.

For some time after he had completed his ejeculations I kept him in my
mouth making sure no cum escaped and swallowed the lot. Releasing him I
slowly stood up, wrapped my arms around him and kissed my sweet, beautiful
man. I drew away and looked into his eyes and they told of his love. His
smile was lovely to see and the, "I love you so much Bobby," told me all I
loved to hear.

We went inside and ran a bath and in our usual position, Andy leaning up
against my chest, we just cuddled in with my arms around his body. We lay
there not saying anything, just utterly content with our lives and the fact
we were a couple. It was not long before we were in bed laying facing each
other, stroking faces, kissing, looking at each other in the eyes and
smiling our love to the other. Andy kissed me one last time and turned so
that I could, very slowly, make love to him. I stroked myself into Andy and
held his body against me tightly and all the while kissing his neck. I was
almost there when I just pushed fully into him and stopped moving, shear
love for him did the rest and after a short while my body tensed as I
ejeculated everything I had into my beautiful man. We lay there not saying
a word, just content and so very happy and like that we both drifted off to
sleep.



For once we were awake before the alarm went off. Andy turned and we said
good morning in the usual way and cuddled in tight, love still streaming
out of every pore. Of course someone had to spoil it which was me this time
when I pinched his ass, that caused an immediate responce from the worlds
strongest man and we fought all over the bed with Andy inviting me to "give
in" while I pinned him to the bed. What a way to start the day.

At last we grew up a bit and went off to get ready for our day. "Don't
forget we are meeting the others tonight." I reminded Andy at his front
door. "Ok my lover boy, looking forward to it." And with one last kiss he
was off to catch the bus on the main road.



I went for my jog through the village and then on to the lovely
countryside. I ran in a full circle back to the village stopping off to buy
a paper and bread. Back indoors I made coffee and read the paper. After
that a shower to get ready to work. While in the shower the phone rang and
heard someone talking on record. After dressing I listened to the
message. It was the footballers agent asking me to call back ASAP. I
called. He told me his player could not train or play for a week due to
injury and wanted to meet me in two days time if I was available. He then
went on to say he would book a room for me at the Richards Hotel were the
football club had rooms permanently booked for guests and his client would
be there at 12 noon. I told him to make it a double room and was told all
rooms were. I rang Andy. "I'm not sure I can get off Bobby. I will ask Joe
and ring you back." He did 5 mintues later. "He says you owe him a
portrait!"

I went back to my studio and got out the work I had done on this guy and
studied them hard. Finding that there was nothing I could do to improve
them I put them away and went to the bedroom to pack for us the following
day.



We had a great time in David's and Carls flat. Colin was absolutly right in
that the food was wonderful and after telling David how useless I was he
promised to help and come round to our place soon and give some menus and
show us how easy it all was.

"Are you listening Andy, David is talking to you?" He looked at me and said
in that loving way of his, "piss off!" I guess I was to become permanent
chef.

The guys were very kind and made some nice comments about the drawings I
had done and all said they wanted to sit for me. "You must have some sort
of photographic memory Bobby?" Colin asked. "You have done all these from
nothing more than, what, a two hour meeting and got everything right?"

"I can remember people, buildings and landscapes, I can even draw the
London underground map, but ask me a date or what I had for breakfast i'm
lost. It's very handy when it comes to portraits as I can meet once and
remember all details of the whole person or even groups." Carl leaned over
to David, "I can remember everything about you my big hunk, shall I draw
you for the boys?" David grinned at him. "We haven't got big enough paper."
We all laughed, but wondered as well!



The trip to Manchester went very well and my new client was more than
pleased with the work I had done and commisioned me to come to his home
when it could be arranged to draw him and his wife and little daughter. He
was very pleasent and I enjoyed meeting him. He was the start of good
things as through him I got loads more work not only the present players
for the club, but former players, managers and many others. Apart from
rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous, which in fact I could not give
a damb about, it meant long time security as my work for the people in this
club snowballed and I got an enormous load of work from many sports
personalities and they became my specialist area. I found to be "sought
after" rather pleasing and certainly well rewarded.



We got back to the hotel in good time and after showering and dressing I
took us out for something to eat and a couple of drinks. I was more than
happy about the trip which was even better having Andy with me. The hotel
room was very comfortable and we made the most of it before and after the
meeting. We had arrived the day before the meeting with Mic........opps
nearly let that slip! After showering we went out to the gay area along
Canal Street in Manchester. We had a meal then went to a night club were we
danced for some hours and at the same time warding off offers from other
guys to "come back to my/our place." We loved the attention, but just knew
the gay scene was not for us.

By the way you may have seen photos of guys standing under the sign "Canal
Street" and holding something up to cover the C? I rather think there is a
lot of anal action in Manchester and we certainly got involved in it as
soon as we got back to the hotel!



Andy really impressed me during that stay. Before we left to go home we had
breakfast in the hotel dining room and a waiter called Jason was hovering
around us and eventually came over and said, "look guys if you fancy a good
time with my 7 inch hard cock before you book out, I can come to your room,
Ok?" Jason was obviously thinking he had impressed us and thought we would
gag for his 7 inches.

Before I could open my mouth Andy replied, "I don't do anything below 8.5
Jason, I would not even know your up my arse!" Jason went off to deal with
another guest.

"Hell love, that told him." I said.

"I'm just pleased i'm here big boy, you may have been tempted. Lets go."



The alarm woke us up which was always set for an hour before we should
actually get out of bed so that we could take our time in the "good
morning" routine that had become such an essentual part of every new day
for both of us. Before I knew it I had this light weight called Andy on me
kissing the crap out of my lips.

"Who the fuck are you?" I would lift him up and say. " Oh it's you, carry
on." And put him back on me. I KNOW it's daft, but that's us and we love
it. I mean as soon as I say something like that he comes back with
something just as daft. "Oh sorry I thought you were the stud I had a dream
about last night." WHY we don't just get on with our "fight" which happens
more times than not, I don't know, but it's part of us and we would not
want it any other way.  We get into one which ends up with what we both
want and that is to make love in the most beautiful way that only two true
lovers can express to each other. The tender kissing, the fondeling of each
others bodies the sweet words of love, the promise of undying faithfulness
and then after all the bullshit.....

FUCK like rabbits! OH, Good morning Vietnam! Well Aldershot actually!



With one final kiss, Andy went off to work with me waving from his front
door. He took my love with him and at the same time left his inside me. I
got into my running gear and went off for my run. It was a nice day and I
ran my usual route for two hours and then stopped off at the post office to
buy eggs and bacon. There were four other shoppers at the post office bit
when I went in and after I was served said goodbye, opened the door and
looked straight down the barrel of a gun!

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 winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk if you want to write. Best wishes,
Bobby. And me, Andy