Date: Mon, 28 Apr 2003 17:52:34 +0000 From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com> Subject: A Tale of Two Englishmen Part 9 This is a story that involves sex between males. if such a story is offensive, or illegal for you to read where you live, then do not continue, go and surf elsewhere. This is a work of fiction and in no way draws on the lives of any specific person or persons. If there is any similarity to any real persons or events it is entirely coincidental. The work is copyrighted (c) by the author and may not be reproduced in any form without the specific written permission of the author. It is assigned to the Nifty Archives under the terms of their submission agreement but it may not be copied or archived on any other site without the written permission of the author. My thanks to John and Michael who have read this through and made a number of corrections and suggestions. Any remaining errors , grammatical, spelling or historical or whatever are entirely my fault. If you want to comment on the story then do contact me on Jeffyrks@hotmail.com. I aim to reply to all messages. This story is dedicated to Ron, who lives in an English village, and whose chance remark while we were chatting gave me the idea for this tale. The story bears absolutely no resemblance to his relationship with J. Neither Ron or J identify in any way with either character. Resume:- Malcolm and Simon are two gay men who live in a homophobic English village. They have met, but have carefully concealed their sexual orientation from each other. Both have been thinking over their own personal sexual stories. In this part they are going to a cricket Test Match together in Manchester. developing relationship. A Tale of Two Englishmen Part 9 Eventually the day for the long awaited Manchester Test Match between England and Pakistan arrived. There had been a long debate as to whether Malcolm and Simon should go up the night before, or make an early start from Whitgest. The decision was finally made for an early start. When Simon drove through the sleeping village, it was about 4.00am and the eastern sky was just beginning to pale. Malcolm was waiting at his gate, when Simon drove up. "Been waiting long?" asked Simon. "Hours! Couldn't sleep," replied Malcolm as he got in the car. "I suppose the toe I trod on New Years Day kept you awake?" "I think arthritis has set into that joint." "Amputation then. Hospital on the way there, or on the way back?" "On the way back, I don't want to miss any cricket." The badinage continued in a similar vein, and they were soon onto the M1, making their way north. The sun rose in a blaze of colour. "Looks as though we might be getting a fine day." "It'll probably be pouring in Manchester," moaned Malcolm. "Pessimist!" The road was fairly clear until they got close to Birmingham. They knew that the M6 north of Birmingham was notorious for slow heavy traffic. They continued to make good time, and stopped at a service station for a comfort stop. They went into the Gents, and anyone who really knew them would have been amused by the fact that they stood well apart, with a number of vacant urinals between them. Both stood staring at the wall inches in front of their faces. Though both wanted to, neither of them dared to glance at the other, for fear that the interest might be detected. Bladders relieved, they went and bought some coffee and a couple of croissants. The stop lasted barely twenty five minutes. The route from the Motorway to Old Trafford was well signed. They parked their car, and made their way into the ground. They were comfortably seated with a pleasant ten minutes before the match started. It is not the purpose of this tale to give a ball by ball account of the cricket match. They saw a good day's cricket. At close of play they made their way out to the car park. It was then a comparatively short drive to their hotel towards the centre of Manchester. They booked in, and went up to their rooms. They had booked separate rooms, by mutual agreement. They then showered, and half an hour after their arrival Malcolm was knocking on Simon's door. Simon let him in. He only had to put on his jacket, and transfer his wallet from the pair of trousers he had been wearing during the day, and he too was ready for off. "Where shall we go then?" asked Malcolm. "What do you fancy?" Malcolm knew that he fancied a walk down Canal Street, the gay centre of Manchester. He would have liked to have gone into a pub, and perchance meet some an attractive man. But then he thought that as he was getting older, and as a retired man he would not be very likely to have made a pick up. Simon's thoughts were on a parallel track. He would have liked to have had an hour or two in a gay sauna, and then perhaps a light meal before going to bed. "Let's walk and see what's on offer." "Fine, by me," replied Simon. They walked along the street, and looked in at various eating places. There was an Italian restaurant. They looked at the menu and decided not. Malcolm was attracted to a Thai place, but Simon remarked, "Thai food is often very hot." They eventually decided on an Indian restaurant. It looked clean and attractive from the outside. When they went inside it looked as though the outward appearance was being confirmed. They stood inside the door for a moment and a young Indian waiter came towards them. Simon was standing in front of Malcolm so he watched the man as he approached. The waiter was about five foot four inches in height. He was slim built. He had black wavy hair, and soft brown eyes. His face was lit by a broad smile, showing some dazzling white teeth, set off against the dark skin. He was dressed in very tight fitting trousers, which gave more than a hint of delights within. Simon examined him, and rather reluctantly raised his eyes to the man's face. The waiter must have realised what was the focus of Simon's attention. His smile became broader, and there was just the barest hint of sexual flaunting in his walk. "A table for just two gentlemen?" he asked. "Just two." "Smoking, or non smoking?" "Non smoking, please," replied Simon. "Follow me then, sir." Simon stood aside so that Malcolm could go first. It was a sort of polite automatic act that came from frequently visiting eating places with Patricia. Malcolm followed the waiter. He too very soon appreciated the sight in front of him. The trim body and narrow waist, and the black trousers very tight over the man's arse, so that the buttocks were clearly defined. Malcolm could also make out the faint outline of the small tight pants beneath. There was a sensuous swing to the lad's walk, and the buttocks seemed to have an enticing movement of their own. Malcolm wanting to reach out a hand and give them a squeeze, he almost licked his lips in appreciation. The waiter led them to a table in a corner. Malcolm, as the first one there, went and sat right in the corner, so that he was facing out into the restaurant. Simon sat facing him. Immediately behind Malcolm's head was a large wall mirror, so Simon was able to see what was going on in the restaurant reflected in the mirror. The waiter undid the napkins and place them on the laps of the two men. He then went to the bar to collect a drinks list and a menu. Malcolm watched him, and the lad knew it.. He stood close to the table so that his equipment was within easy touching distance of both men. They spent several minutes looking at the menu. When the sexy waiter returned they ordered pints of beer, and chose a bottle of red wine. When he brought the beer, and they ordered their meal. While they waited for the meal to arrive they sat talking. Initially it was a discussion of the day's play they had watched at Old Trafford Cricket Ground. Then their discussion moved on to various goings on at Whitgest. Neither of them had ever raised the subject of the conversation with old Tom and Mike in the Eagle and Child several months before. They certainly did not now. For them both that was a dangerous area. Eventually the waiter started to bring the food. This involved several journeys to their table. Malcolm watched the waiter all the time. He was conscious of what a sexy young man he was. The waiter in turn had his operational gaydar switched on. He had assessed the nature of the two men. He thought they were too older gay men enjoying a meal together. He thought they were probably in a relationship together, certainly lovers, probably partners living together. He played up to them, thoroughly enjoying being greatly appreciated by Malcolm, who was able to watch him whenever he was in the eating area of the restaurant. Increasingly grins and smiles were exchanged between Malcolm and the waiter as the meal progressed. Initially Simon was unaware of what was going on. After a while he began to realise that he did not have Malcolm's full attention all of the time. They would be talking about something, and then Malcolm's attention would be elsewhere. He would have to catch up on the conversation, asking Simon to repeat what he had just said. At first Simon was rather annoyed at this. But it was not like Malcolm to be so inattentive. So he began to be intrigued. It did not take him very long to realise that Malcolm's attention was on the waiter. Simon started watching the waiter in the mirror whenever he could. Yes, he was a sexy young man. He was behaving as though he had an appreciative audience. He was acting up for Malcolm especially. Simon watched Malcolm as well. It was with a mixture of shock and incredulity that it dawned on him that Malcolm was attracted to the waiter. As he watched he became more convinced that there was some sexual attraction going on. "He is nice, isn't he?" said Simon. "Who?" muttered Malcolm, bringing his attention back to Simon. "The waiter." "Oh, yes. Good waiter. Efficient service." Simon smiled. "There's more to it than that. You're attracted to him." "I don't know what you mean," said Malcolm almost angrily, trying to cover his embarrassment. "Mal, my friend, I have been watching your eyes over this meal. Whenever the waiter has been around, you have had a certain look in your eyes." "I don't know what you mean. What certain look?" Malcolm said this even more angrily. "That waiter is a sexy young man. And he knows it." "Maybe! So what?" Simon leant forward, so that he could speak softly. "I think you are sexually attracted to that young man." He began to see many conflicting emotions flit across Malcolm's face, from guilt, shame, anger, and defiance. "And it is alright by me. He is an extremely attractive young man. Would turn anybody on." Yet again Malcolm spluttered, "I don't know what you mean." "Yes, Mal! You do know what I mean. I am agreeing with you, that the waiter is an extremely sexy young man. I am not shocked that you find him a turn on. I am surprised. I too think that he is an attractive young man." Malcolm put both hands down on the table and leant back. He just did not know what to say. "Perhaps the time has come to be open with each other. I am going to gamble with our friendship. I don't think you heard me when I said that I too find him very attractive. You have been stripping him naked in your mind while we have been eating this meal. If I had sat where you are sitting I would have been doing the same." It was Malcolm's turn to look surprised. Simon leant forward again, and this time put a hand over Malcolm's. "I think we have a lot more in common than we have ever thought. I think that we both like men." "You too, Si?" whispered Malcolm. "Yes, me too." "What a relief. You had me worried there for a moment. Do we really have that in common?" "I think we do. I'm not sexually attracted to women. I think I've really been attracted to men all my life." "I know I have. Certainly since just after I left school." "First time?" "Yes. When was yours?" "With an uncle, one Christmas, when I was quite young. But a lot towards the end of school days and just after." "To think, we're both basically gay. Who'dve bloody well thought it." They sat looking at each other, almost seeing each other for the first time. "When did you last?" asked Simon. "Just before I finally retired, so that makes eighteen months. That's a long time." "Too long." "And you?" "Much the same. Certainly none since moving to Whitgest." "I'm afraid our beloved village is rather homophobic. The vicar and others very hostile." "In spite of the Blacksmith and Sir Edward Penbarton." "In spite of them. It sounds a good story. I went and sought out their grave." "So did I, Mal." "We might've discovered each other there." "I think we would've both blustered our way out of that." "So we've discovered each other up in Manchester, because of a sexy Indian waiter." They looked at each other in silence for a while. Neither knew how to ask the question that was uppermost in their minds. The waiter came and stood at the table for a moment, without either of them realising he was there. He gave a slight cough, and they both looked up at him. His smile was broader than ever. "Would you like some coffee, a liqueur?" Malcolm looked at Simon with a slight quizzical look in his eye. Simon very slightly shook his head. "No thank you. If we could have the bill, please." "Yes, Sir." The waiter walked away. "Let's be getting back to the hotel," said Malcolm. "Yes, I reckon we have some catching up to do!" said Simon with a very broad grin. "There are a lot of questions I want to ask you." "Me too. A great many." "It feels funny, Si. Getting to this point, and knowing you so well." "Not the usual pick up." "Not at all," said Malcolm with a laugh. "Not at all." The waiter returned with the bill. Malcolm got out his wallet and placed the familiar piece of plastic on top of the bill. The waiter took it away. "Does Janice know?" "Not bloody likely! Pat?" "No way. Our secret then." They sat again just looking at each other, and looking into each other's eyes fully. It was as though they were seeing each other for the first time. The waiter returned with the piece of paper for Malcolm to sign. "I hope you gentlemen enjoyed the meal." "Yes, very much." The waiter went away. "I'll leave a tip." Simon got out his wallet and removed a £20 note, and tucked it under a plate." "That's generous." "I know. I reckon he deserves it. He brought us together." "Matchmaker?" "Maybe. I hope so." "So do I." They both stood up and made their way to the door. The waiter was there. "I hope you two gentlemen enjoy the rest of your evening." "I think we will. and thank you very much," Malcolm shook the young man's hand. "Thank you, that was an excellent meal," Simon shook the waiter's hand. They both went out on to the street, and started walking towards their hotel. The waiter followed them and watched them for a moment. He saw two men in their sixties. One was obviously physically strong, of stocky build. He had thick sandy-grey hair, which showed that in his youth he had been crowned with ginger hair. The other man was taller and thinner. He had very little hair. They walked very closely together, and seemed in a bit of a hurry. The waiter wondered what was the story behind the two men. He wondered even more when he found the tip. Malcolm and Simon did hurry back to the hotel. There had been a marked change in their relationship. As they had left the restaurant they had touched each other. Simon had put an arm round Malcolm's shoulder, to usher him out of the first door. Malcolm had put a hand across Simon's back for a fleeting moment when they got out onto the pavement. When they arrived at the hotel there was further touching. Neither realised what they were doing, and that it marked the change in their relationship. They were alone in the lift up to the fifth floor. Malcolm made the first deliberate physical contact. He put a hand on Simon's arm. "You alright, Si?" "Of course, why?" "Just wondered. We've said nothing, just assumed." "I'm assuming that we want to spend sometime alone together, close together, catching up for lost time." Simon grinned. "That's what I want. Intimate time together. So, your room or mine?" "Mine," said Simon, "It's first along the corridor." "Seems as good a reason as any." The lift stopped, and they got out. They hurried along the corridor. Simon unlocked the door of his room, and they both entered. Simon fastened the door, and they both turned to face each other. They both felt confused. They knew what they wanted to do, but now it came to it, they did not know how to start. It was made much more difficult because they already knew each other so well. A rather inane grin spread over both their faces. "I am feeling shy, all of a sudden," said Malcolm. "I'm conscious of the imperfections of my body." "It would've been easy twenty or more years ago." "Or even with a stranger. I almost know you too well." They stood, both helpless in this situation. "I know! " said Simon suddenly. He went to the en-suite facilities, and turned on the light. Then he almost closed the door. He turned off the main room light, so that there was now only a shaft of light coming into the room, making the lighting very subdued. "Let's play the old school kid game. When I say 'Go' we strip off and get into bed, and the last one in is a sissy." Malcolm laughed at the suggestion. "Okay then." They both got ready. "Go." There was a flurry of activity. At least two shirt buttons were pulled off, and lost. They had no time to look at each other. They both completed the task at the same time, and climbed onto the bed from opposite sides. They met half way. They grabbed each other, got close and lay side by side. Malcolm gave Simon a tentative kiss on the mouth. Simon immediately responded, and kissed back. Mouths opened, tongues explored. "You like kissing then?" "Yea." Simon resumed kissing Malcolm. "Some men don't." "I know. But I do, very much." Hands were exploring while this was going on , and cocks touched, were then felt and held. "I like what I'm feeling, Mal." "Same here. I want to see what you're like." "A man in his sixties. Rather thin. Not with the Adonis body of some young porn star." "Does that matter, Si? There are more important things that physical perfection. I'd prefer to have sex with a man I liked any day." "True." They resumed their kissing, and pressing of cocks together. "I'm going to put on the bed side light, Si." "Okay then." Malcolm reached over and turned on a bedside light. They could now see each other fully. "I like what I can see, Mal." Simon ran his hand through the mainly grey hair on Malcolm's chest. "I like hairy men. I was sorry it was something I never acquired. I hope you don't mind." "Not at all." Malcolm's hand ran over Simon chest, and stomach, before coming to rest cupping Simon's balls. "You're cut then?" "Yes. You're not I presume. Do you mind?" "Not at all. As long as you do nice things to me with it, and let me play with it from time to time." "On one condition." "What's that?" "That I can do the same to you." "Any time." "When Janice is in the room?" "I think not then," said Malcolm, with a laugh. Their kissing was now more widespread. All over the face, eyes, ear lobes, neck, chest. Nipples were found and attended to. Suddenly Simon sat up. "Malcolm Pridham, you cheated. Your watch is still on." "Oh dear." Simon forced Malcolm unresisting over on to his back. "Punishment time!" He sat astride Malcolm, so that Malcolm's cock was beneath his perineum. "That feels good, you can punish me like that any time," said Malcolm. "It does for me too." Simon grabbed Malcolm's wrists and placed them on the pillow each side of Malcolm's head. He held them there, and bending forward again covered Malcolm's face with kisses. Simon sat up, letting go of Malcolm's arms. They looked at each other. "It has taken eighteen months for us to discover the truth about each other." "Eighteen months of good sex wasted." "I know. We've a lot of catching up to do." "So what do you like doing, Si? Do we like the same things?" "I'm not a quick bang off merchant. I like to spend time, like we've been doing. I like kissing and cuddling. I like sucking, and being sucked, and I've been fucked, and fucked. But if we spend a couple of hours or more before we get there, that's fine by me." "That sounds as though we're compatible. I think we're in for some good fun times. But just now, I can see your cock is oozing masses of precum, and I want to get my mouth down there and not let it go to waste." Simon shuffled forward, so that Malcolm was able to raise his head and lick the pre cum off his cock. "That is good. Certainly better than any liqueur we might have had in that Indian place." "I think it's time for me to taste you." Simon shuffled back down the bed, still astride Malcolm until he could get his mouth to his cock. He licked the oozing precum off, and gave the cock a suck. "That's good. Can I place an order for a regular delivery?" "Delivered at the point of origin?" "Yes. Do you like sixty nineing?" "Yes, and no. It is almost too much of a good thing. Concentrating on two good things at the same time. I really prefer to give a good suck, and forget about my cock, concentrating on the pleasure I am giving. My turn can come later." "I'll remember that, Mal. That's fine by me." Simon placed himself comfortably between Malcolm's legs and began to get down to work. He kissed, and licked and sucked Malcolm's cock, balls, and perineum. He soon found that Malcolm was particularly sensitive in the latter area. He discovered that light attention with the tip of his tongue sent Malcolm into ecstasy. Malcolm cried out with pleasure and rolled around with delight. "Simon, Si, that's great." He moaned with pleasure. Simon could sense Malcolm's mounting pleasure; twice he held back when Malcolm was approaching the point of no return. But finally he just moved his mouth so that he could suck fully the other man's cock. With a final groan of pleasure Malcolm shot his load in great jets of love juice into Simon's mouth. He continued to suck until the cock began to go limp in Simon's mouth. Malcolm reached down and pulled Simon up, so that they were lying side by side. "Simon, that was bloody marvellous." "I'm glad you enjoyed it. I enjoyed doing it." "Let me do the same to you." "Only when you are ready." Simon gave Malcolm a kiss. They continued to lie close to each other, kissing and touching. For a few moments they both dozed off. Malcolm came to first, and wriggled down the bed so that he could get his mouth on to Simon's cock. The cock was hanging limp and small. Malcolm nuzzled until the floppy cock was in his mouth. As soon as he began to suck he felt it begin to harden and grow. Simon lay still, enjoying the sensation. He reached down and stroked Malcolm's hair, and fondled his ears. It did not take long before Simon climaxed emptying his hoarded spunk reservoirs into Malcolm's mouth. "Thanks Malcolm that was good. I knew I would cum quickly after all we've done." "Plenty of more times, I hope." "I hope so too." They got back into each others arms, and soon they were both asleep. It was several hours later, when the first light of dawn was beginning to penetrate through the curtains, that Simon woke. There was the familiar feeling that his bladder needed emptying and the unfamiliar feeling of someone else in the bed with him. Very gently he began to extricate himself from Malcolm's embrace. He slipped off the bed and made his way to the loo. He had just begun to pee when he heard Malcolm enter behind him. The two men stood side by side pissing loudly into the loo. Malcolm with one hand keeping his aim steady, gently moved his hand down Simon's back, and gave a buttock a soft squeeze. "You all right, Si?" "Yea." "No regrets about last night?" "None at all. Why?" "Sometimes there is a post sexual blues, and a regret over what has happened." "No post sexual blues here, but maybe some pre sexual pinks, if that is the opposite." Their flows ceased, and they shook the final drops off. Then as if with one mind they leaned towards each other and kissed. "I'm glad you like kissing," said Malcolm. Simon reached across and held Malcolm's half hard penis. Immediately he felt it harden. "There are other parts of you I like too, Mal." "I think there is a lot of mutual discovering to make." "We may not be oil paintings." "Or porno stars with perfect bodies," "But we know what's what. And we know what we like." "I think this fella I'm holding needs some action." "He had begun to think he was retired." "I think we both want to make up for the months the locusts have eaten." With their arms round each other they made their way back to the bed. They were immediately in each others arms. "I'm glad it has happened this way," said Simon. "How do you mean?" "That we got to know each other as friends first. The fact that we get on well, and like each other. All this is the icing on the cake. Or should I say the cream filling? Perhaps it's the way it should be." "Maybe. But let's cut the talk. I want to get my mouth attached to your cock again. I rather liked rubbing my tongue over your cock-head." "What's stopping you, Mal?" "Your chatting!" Malcolm moved down the bed, and held Simon's cock in his hand. He kissed it. A drop of pre cum appeared, and he licked it off, savouring the taste. "I like your taste, Si." "Now who's talking. Get on with it man." "Yes, Sir. Any time." Malcolm began to give Simon's cock and balls the attention of his lips and tongue. Simon stroked Malcolm's head, feeling his ears. Soon Malcolm began to feel the tension rising in Simon's body. "I'm going to cum, Mal." Malcolm just continued. Simon's cock swelled even more, and then went into spasm shooting hefty jets of cum deep into Malcolm's mouth. Malcolm held it. Then he moved up and gave Simon's a spermy kiss. "Thanks Mal. That was great. How do you want me to relieve you?" "You don't have to. I'm more than happy to spend some time just dozing in your arms." Malcolm turned so his back was towards Simon, who placed as much of the front of his body as possible against Malcolm's back. He reached over and lightly held Malcolm's penis. They fell asleep for another hour. It was Malcolm who woke. "I think I ought to return to my room." "Let's have a shower first." So they went into the shower. It was a small one, and two was a crowd. They soaped each other, and when they got out, they dried each other. "We're like a couple of youngsters together," said Malcolm. "For me it has been like the first time." "The first of great many I hope, Si." They kissed. Malcolm dressed sufficiently to be respectable to make the journey to the next room. No one saw him. An hour and a half later Malcolm knocked on Simon's door, and they went down for breakfast. They ate a full English breakfast, something they never had at home. They checked out of the hotel and made their way to Old Trafford cricket ground. They watched the second day of the test match against Pakistan, though it must be admitted that they both found there were times when it was difficult to concentrate on the game. They were both full of what had happened the night before, and they were both tired because of the night before. Stumps were drawn at nearly 7.00pm. They made their way to the car park. Simon unlocked the car, but before they got in Malcolm stood and putting his arms on the roof of the car, looked across at Simon. "I've had an idea." "Good. Let's have it?" "We're both tired. We're both hungry. If we stop for a meal we'll not be home until the early hours. I don't know about you, Si, but I'd rather like another night together. So I propose we ring the women and tell them we'll be back tomorrow. What think you?" "Mal, you're not just a pretty face." "I've never been that." "Alright you're not just a sexy man, you have some grey matter in that thick skull of yours. I think its a great idea." "Let's ring the girls then?" "They'd like to be called that." They both pulled out their mobiles and rang home. Simon got no answer. He listened to Mal's conversation. "Hi Jan, it's me......Yes two good day's cricket....Look we're both rather shattered, and it seems we would not be back until the early hours, so we are thinking of stopping off somewhere for the night and be back about mid day or so......Do you know where Pat is?...With you!... Oh are you! I see we'll have to watch our cheque books.......See you in the morning. Bye." "What was all that about?" asked Simon. "First, it's fine with them both. Pat is with Jan at the moment. Guess what? In return for letting us go off and watch cricket they are going up to town for a couple of nights on a shopping spree." The two men looked at each other and exchanged a conspiratorial grin. "I know what you're thinking," said Mal. "I think we may be getting some more time together." "Just now, I want to get together a.s.a.p." "Where shall we stay? Back to the hotel?" "No! Even though it would be nice to see that delectable Indian waiter again. Let's see if we can book into a motel or somewhere on the way." Simon got into the car and pulled out an AA book. He flicked through several pages. "Here's somewhere that might do." He rang through. It was now Malcolm's turn to listen to one side of a telephone conversation. "Have you a room for a couple of us for tonight?....Only one!.....Only a double room.....We've had to do that before, so I reckon we can manage....Be with you in about half an hour." He looked across at Malcolm with a broad grin. "I'm afraid, my friend, you'll have to share my bed. They only have a double room available." "If it works out like last night, that'll be just fine with me." They both got into the car. As Simon drove off, Malcolm's hand came across and rested high on Simon's thigh. "Not too much of that, Mal, or I'll cum in my pants." "Can't have that. I want you to cum somewhere deep inside me." "I think I might just manage that!" Simon put his hand across and gave Malcolm's thigh a reciprocal squeeze. It took them just twenty minutes to reach the motel. It was connected to a pub, and well away from the main roads. They were shown their room. They decided to shower before eating. They decided not to shower together as they wanted to keep the fullness of their sexual resources for when they had plenty of time. Malcolm was to go first, he undressed in the bedroom, but the sight of his naked body retreating into the shower room was too much for Simon. He quickly undressed and followed Malcolm. He slipped into the shower behind Malcolm. "I though we were going to shower separately." "So I thought. But when I saw your naked bum going into the shower, that was too much for me. I had to follow." "There's a little more room in this one than there was at the hotel. Come on here. Let me put some shower gel on you." They rubbed copious quantities of shower gel on each other. Then when they were all slippery, they started kissing and hugging each other. Cocks had already hardened. They pressed and rubbed into each other. "I've been looking forward to this all day," said Malcolm. "I don't know how I kept my hands off your crotch while watching the cricket, sexy man." "I don't think I've ever thought of myself as that." "Well you are to me, Mr Pridham. One hell of a sexy man. Look what effect you have on me." Simon stood back and pointed down at his very stiff penis. "What have you taken it away for. I was really enjoying it rubbing against mine." He pulled Simon to him, and they resumed rubbing into each other. "Oh damn!" cried Simon, as the spunk jetted out of him. "I was trying to save that specially for you." "Don't worry. Your spunk producers will soon make some more and top you up." He rubbed into Simon, "Hold tight, mate, I'm cumming too." It was now Malcolm's turn to jet out against Simon. They held each other steady. Their breath returned to normal, and they kissed. "It gets better and better," said Simon. "If we go and eat a leisurely meal, we'll be giving our balls time to produce another load. And I want that load to end up in a special place." He felt round between Simon's buttocks. "That's where I want it to go." "I look forward to receiving every last drop of it." "Come on then. Let's get some grub, and then we'll have all night." They went off to eat an excellent meal in the Pub restaurant. They did not unduly hurry, as they had the whole of the night ahead of them. They had a table in a corner, and were able to talk quietly to each other. They began to share their stories. Simon told Malcolm about his uncle at Christmas, and his times with Nigel and Chris. Malcolm told Simon about his friendship with Ben. They lingered over the meal, taking time over coffee, both enjoying the anticipation of what was to come. Eventually Malcolm raised an eyebrow in question at Simon. Simon gave a decided nod, and grinned. They made their way back to their room. No sooner were they in the room than they were in each others arms. "I want to strip you naked , and then have my wicked way with you." said Simon. "Good, I've not been undressed by a man for ages." Simon began by removing Malcolm's shoes and socks. Then very quickly he removed his own. Simon began by undoing the top button of Malcolm's shirt. He placed a kiss at the top of Malcolm's chest. Then he undid the next button, and placed several kisses upon Malcolm's hairy chest. The third button gave him access to Malcolm's nipples. He used his tongue to play with these and kiss them. This took some time. The fourth button was undone, and Simon spent even longer kissing and licking the exposed hairy chest. The lowest button was undone, and Simon pulled the shirt out from the trousers, but did not take it off Malcolm. Now his attention concentrated on the top of Malcolm's stomach and navel, which was just exposed. Very quickly Simon undid the front of his own shirt, so that he was similarly dressed as Malcolm. Then he turned his attention back to Malcolm. He undid his belt and the zip on his trousers. Underneath was a pair of white Calvin Klein pants that were tight because of the large sausage shape trapped within. Simon let the trousers fall to the ground round Malcolm's ankles. "I think you are getting very excited," said Simon, feeling the large penis and then putting his lips to the fabric and kissing it. "You have been wasting pre-cum, and not giving it to me." "What do you expect when you sexily start undressing me. If you let my cock out of that prison it's in, you can taste it all to your heart's content." Very slowly Simon lowered the pants, kissing each inch of exposed flesh. "If you carry on like this I'm going to cum any minute." Finally Simon removed the shirt. Then as quickly as the evening before he stripped off the rest of his clothes. The moment he was naked Malcolm came up behind him, placing his cock in the buttock divide, he put his arms round Simon and started kissing the back of his neck. Simon turned in Malcolm's arms so that they were face to face. Cocks close together they looked each other in the eye. "That was almost worth the eighteen months waiting for it." "We may be reckoned as ancient by the younger generation, but we still know how to do it." "And can do it," replied Simon. " 'We may be in the grey/ And brittle years' but we've not yet reached the point when 'old men must walk ,/ three footed, weak as babes, and stray/ like dreams lost in the light of day'." "What's that, Shakespeare?" "No older than that, and in translation." Simon silenced further enquiries by kissing Malcolm. "And how my friend, how do you want your wicked way with me?" "You on your back, so I can look at you fully. If that's not too athletic a position for you." "I'm not that ancient." "I didn't think you were." Malcolm clambered on to the bed, and pulled his knees up to his chest. Simon disappeared for a moment returning with a jar of Nivea. "I didn't think I'd be using it for this." He began to prepare Malcolm's anus. "That feels good, Si." "I hope you enjoy even more the real thing." Simon anointed his own cock. He placed it in position, and keeping his eyes on Malcolm he began to enter. There was a moment of resistance, then Malcolm's sphincter opened, and Simon's cock began to make its first triumphant entry. Simon watched as the glimmer of pain passed across Malcolm's face to be transformed into a beatific smile of bliss. Malcolm moved his legs so that they gripped Simon. "You cock seems to fit exactly." "I think it's found its destiny." "I hope so. I shall be wanting it in me time and time again." Simon began to move extremely slowly in and out. As they looked at each other both realised that they were giving pleasure to the other, and that is what they both wanted. The episode under the shower before they had eaten now rewarded them both. They were slower to climax. Simon took his time, and it was plenty of time. Each time he felt the prelude of a climax in his loins he stopped. Malcolm understood and knew exactly what was happening. Eventually Simon gave Malcolm a look of inquiry. Malcolm nodded in reply. Simon slightly increased the tempo of his thrusting. And then he felt it cumming. He cried out, and arched his back as he pushed even deeper in Malcolm. His penis pulsed, and he felt his love juice spasm out into his friend. The timing was perfect because Simon's climax triggered the same response from Malcolm. He too cried out in the ecstasy of release and pleasure. They were both panting, and covered in sweat. Simon pulled out of Malcolm and collapsed on top of him. They lay there panting for several minutes. Malcolm raised his head and lightly kissed Simon. "Thank you, Simon," he whispered. "Thank you." "Thank you too." They moved so that they lay side by side. They exchanged a few kisses and words of endearment, and then fell asleep. The birds were singing outside when they woke. When they moved they realised that they were stuck together. There was a momentary pain as they pulled apart. "I'm glad that happened," said Malcolm. "It somehow unites us." They lay together for another hour and a half, talking quietly, kissing and petting each other. It was with reluctance that they hauled themselves from the bed, and made their way into the shower. Again they soaped each other with the shower gel. They both got an erection, but they went no further. The night had been too perfect to be followed too soon by more. They dried each other, showing affection by touching, stroking and kissing as often as possible. Then they got dressed and went along for breakfast. After they had eaten, they went pack to their room to pack, but took the opportunity for some lengthy physical contact. Both knew that it might be some time before they could be free with each other again. Traffic was heavy on the motorways so it was early afternoon before they got back to Whitgest. When they approached the village Simon pulled the car onto the grassy verge. They looked out of the car down on to the village which lay a mile away. The bright summer sun was shining, with just the occasional cumulus cloud drifting like a galleon across the sky. Malcolm's hand had been on Simon's thigh for most of the journey, now Simon put his hand on Malcolm's thigh. "Home," said Simon. "Yes, home. Back to our homophobic village." "Yes, I wonder if there are any other gays in the village?" "There may well be, just going on the law of averages." "It is surprising that our gaydar didn't pick up the truth about each other." "Yea. In some ways. Gays are not particularly liked down there by many folk. I think we both switch our gaydar off when we are at home." "It took Manchester, and a sexy Indian waiter for us to discover each other." "Do you think he knew, Si? Was he gay, do you think?" "Probably. God bless him." "Amen." "Mal, we need to make some more opportunities to get away." "There are other Test Matches." "We could get interested in snooker, I like watching that on the box." "I could take you to watch some golf." "You'll be getting me to take up the game next," said Simon. Malcolm laughed, "And why not?" "We must be going." "One last kiss then," said Malcolm. They kissed. Simon started up the car and drove down into the village. Footnote:- 'We may be in the grey And brittle years but we've not yet reached the point when old men must walk , Three footed, weak as babes, and stray like dreams lost in the light of day'. Did any reader get that quote? I am thinking about a prize for the first correct answer. I realise that this is a very English story, if there are any Englishisms hat are need of explanation for readers the other other side of the pond etc, do not hesitate to ask There will be a break in this story. I had intended to end at this point, but a reader made a chance comment in an email, that has given me the idea for a continuation. But there is another, very different story on the launching pad. Jeff at jeffyrks@hotmail.com