Date: Fri, 28 Sep 2012 22:08:56 +0100
From: liveintheshadows dieinthelight <liveintheshadowsdieinthelight@gmail.com>
Subject: Justin - 3

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CHAPTER 3

The kitchen and bathroom had tiled floors so I just had to sort out the
lounge and bedroom. A quick stop at the local carpet shop and I had ordered
a dark red carpet for the bedroom and a speckled brown carpet for the
lounge. The carpet layer would come Friday evening, and I had to get off
work early.

I arrived home on the Friday with the carpet-layer already unloading. The
carpets were leaning against the door to the flat and he was getting his
tools from the van. He looked to be in his early forties, ginger, tall and
reasonably fit. I opened up and told him I would get changed in the
bedroom. I did not shut the door. I stripped and hung about waiting to see
if he would come in but he did not so I got dressed. Damn.

I spent a pleasant couple of hours talking to him and making tea. He even
took his shirt off at one point, but there was absolutely no sign of any
sexual interest.

"Another straight man" I though "Oh well"

Finally, the carpets were laid and the door strips completed. A really nice
bit was that the first three feet of carpet near the front door were a
tough doormat type material. The salesman had suggested it and I had been a
bit skeptical, but now I thought it looked good.

I shook hands with the carpet-layer as he left. It was his last chance to
make any kind of advance, but no he, left me horny and frustrated.

"What can I do with my new flat" I thought. "First thing I'll do is I'll
have a takeaway and a drink".

I phoned the pizza shop again and ordered a pepperoni, and I opened a
bottle of wine. By the time the doorbell went, I was on my second glass.

"Did you order a Pizza" Said the pizza boy.

It was the same guy as before and he looked a lot better now, but still
pale.

"Poor guy" I thought "better let him get on"

I paid for the pizza and again gave him a tip

"Gonna time you next time" I said smiling

"Oh" he said, and turned to leave. Either he had no sense of humour or he
was thinking about something else more important.

"Right" I said to myself, as I shut the door "Once I've eaten my pizza I'm
gonna call that courier again. Since I've apparently lost the knack of
seducing guys I better christen the new flat with him. OMG I don't even
know his name!"

I went into the kitchen and got a knife and fork and a plate. Then I picked
up the card and looked at the name. His name was Rex.

"Oh My God" I said "That is really sexy"

I felt myself getting hard at the thought of his name. I was smitten. I
could not wait to finish the pizza.

"Hello is Rex there?" I said after dialing his number.

"Speaking, who is this?" He said. I could hear a dog bark in the background

"I'm Justin" I said "You delivered a computer to me a couple of days ago"

"I remember you Justin" He said "I'm glad you rang. I don't usually leave a
contact number. But I like you so I made an exception. I thought you liked
me too. I was beginning to think I was mistaken".

"Would you like to meet up?" I asked

"Always in a hurry" He said "Yes I'd love to. I'd like to meet at a pub or
restaurant first for lunch. It'll give us a chance to get to know each
other. Do you like plays, or the cinema? Maybe we can do something
afterwards?"

"That would be nice" I said "I was thinking more about you coming here and
we mess about some more"

"No" He said "I won't mess about. If you want to meet again we make friends
first and if we want to after that maybe we go to bed"

"OK" I said "I suppose you're right. But I'm always horny"

"Good" He said "Here's a test then. I'll meet you on Sunday at midday at
your flat and we'll go for lunch. But you mustn't touch your cock between
now and then. If you do, I will go away again and never see you again. Do
you understand?"

"Wow" I said "That's asking a lot for a quick fuck"

"Maybe you don't get it yet?" Said Rex. His voice sounded annoyed. "This
isn't about a quick fuck. If that's all you want I'm not interested. If you
want us to get to know each other and take it a step further, you must
follow my instructions"

"OK" I said "I'll do it but you better be worth it"

He sighed down the phone "See you on Sunday Justin" He said and put the
phone down.

"What the fuck have I just agreed to?" I said to myself "And what the fuck
do I do with this?"

I could feel my hard cock pressing on the cotton of my underwear, and
wanted to massage it, but I changed my mind and filled my glass again.

I finished the Pizza and went to my computer to search on the internet.

"If Rex wants to do something after lunch I'd better think up something
good. A play or the cinema is a no go. I want something he'll remember me
by. I know" I said to myself "What shall we search for?"

I typed "120 miles an hour" and found what I was looking for on page four.

# # #

I decided I had to get out. I went to the bedroom and showered, and changed
into a blue t-shirt and tan pants. A hoodie, black with blue seams, open at
the front and my blue converse plimsolls finished it off. I looked in the
mirror.

"Looking good Justin. Love the nails" I said to myself

I took a fifteen minute walk to the nearest gay bar. Gay bar is a bit of an
exaggeration. It was gay-friendly. In other words, straight but gays would
be served without getting beaten up.

I asked for a pint of bitter and sat on a bar stool to one end of the
bar. Everything changes in a year. I could not see anyone I knew. The time
passed and a couple of guys came in that were obviously gay, but nothing
exciting. Then one of the gay guys went to the loo, and glanced at me just
before he opened the door. "Maybe I'm in luck after all" I thought and
followed him after a few seconds. He was standing at the urinal behind the
door. His cock hard in his hand. He was wanking openly. I unzipped, but he
slapped my hand away and took my cock out himself. He started stroking it,
until it got hard. Then the door opened and the second gay guy walked
in. He stood the other side of me and he too unzipped and took out his
cock. He reached over and felt my bum. The other guy carried on playing
with my cock.

"If they carry on like this I'm gonna cum" I thought.

The door opened again and a huge guy covered in tattoos walked in and stood
at the other end of the urinal. The two gay guys zipped up and left. I was
embarrassed. I grabbed my underpants at the side of my cock, and pulled
them up to conceal my boner. My boner hit my tummy with a plop. I zipped up
and went to wash his hands. Before I had finished the tattooed man came
over.

"There was no need for them to leave" He whispered in my ear and winked at
me in the mirror. "You have a nice cock" He said as he left "If you ever
want to play..."

I returned to the bar, but the two gay guys and the tattooed guy had
left. By half passed ten I was getting drunk and rather bored. A
middle-aged guy, maybe 50 or so, walked in and stood by me at the bar. He
was quite distinguished and I was attracted to him immediately. He ordered
a pint and I finished my drink and placed it on the bar. I looked at the
time on the clock above the bar and stood upright.

"Can I get you another one before you go?" He said

I looked at him, making the calculation.

"OK" I said "I was gonna go, but if you wanna join me that's good too".

"What are you drinking? Same again?" He asked

"Yes please" I said

The drinks came, he paid for them and he carried them both to a free table
at the end of the pub. He placed the drinks on the table and sat down
taking a good swig from his. He never once looked at me or asked me to join
him. He was half way to the table before I followed.

"This is the second weird chap I've met" I thought "first the courier now
this chap".

I sat next to him, but not too close.

"I thought you'd changed your mind" He said "What's your name?"

"Justin. Pleased to meet you. What's yours?" I said offering my hand.

"I'm Peter" He said, shaking it "you look like you have been stood up. Were
you intending to meet someone tonight?"

"No" I said "I have a date for Sunday. I was bored and wanted a bit of
excitement. Not sure why I came here".

"Hehe" he said "Not the most exciting venue on a Friday night. Who are you
meeting on Sunday?"

"Oh just some guy I met during the week" I said. "He's a bit weird, but I
kinda like him. I think"

"Should you be talking to me then, if you have a date with a new
boyfriend?" He said

"Talking's OK" I said

"But no further?" He said

"I'm not sure" I said "That's the problem. I think I like this guy but I
also want my freedom. I don't think I could give that up for just one man"

Peter stared at the ceiling for a while

"You don't give up freedom for one man. If you love him you won't want
anyone else" He said more to himself than to me "Besides you'll find out
sooner or later that having sex with anyone you meet isn't freedom, it's a
trap that binds you to that way of life, a way of life that gets more and
more difficult as you get older"

"Do you have a lover then?" I asked

"I did have. I lost him years ago" He said.

Tears came into his eyes. I was embarrassed.

"I'm sorry" I said

"No need" he said "Things change. He got older and I didn't. He could have
chosen to live with me, but he wouldn't. Eventually he, er, left me"

"I don't understand" I said

"No. Well that's just as well. Come. You can have one last night of passion
before you give up your freedom. I will ensure you keep your promise" He
said standing up

"What?" I asked "What do you mean? Hey come back"

He did not look round. I followed him to the car park and he unlocked the
car.

"Get in" He said

I got in still mystified.

"What did you mean in there? One last night of passion? I will keep my
promise?" I said

"Nothing" He said "forget I said it. Are you ok coming home with me? I will
understand if you want to get out".

"I'm here now" I said "Lets go".

After leaving the car park, the car sped off. I soon lost all sense of
direction. After thirty minutes, we arrived at a large house in the
country. It could have been anywhere. It had a semicircle drive and a place
for two cars to park in front of the double garage on the left. I was
impressed.

"Wow. You have done well for yourself" I said

"I have no use for money. It just comes and goes. This place is convenient,
nothing more" He said

Peter led me to the front door and opened it. It felt like a haunted
manor. No lights shone and the room to the right had loads of furniture
covered in dustsheets. The room to the left looked like a library. Peter
took my hand and led me in. He lit a couple of candles over the
fireplace. Shadows formed and moved about the room like ghosts.

"Would you like a drink before we go to bed?" He asked

"Yes please - absinth" I said absently "or maybe whisky"

I was looking round the room astonished by the books and the pictures and
the statues. Everywhere were images of youth and beauty, all male. I loved
one statue in particular. Two young men, one behind the other. The man
behind was holding the erect cock of the man in front. Not only was the
subject sexy, the figures seemed to come alive, to be enjoying the moment.

"Is Caol Isla OK?" he said pouring a good measure, and breaking my reverie
"A malt"

I nodded as I picked up another statue, in bronze with a beautiful patina,
and looked at it closely, and then at Peter

"Is this you?" I asked.

"Yes it was" He said "That was a long time ago".

"It looks like there's a date on the bottom, I can't make it out - 17
something - maybe it's an edition number not a date?" I said

He walked across the room, took the statue off me and replaced it on its
marble base on the shelf.

"We have better things to do than look at old tat" He said and led me by
the hand to a huge sofa.

We sat side by side.

"You have one last chance to leave" He said "I'll drive you home if you
want"

"No. I want to see how this pan's out" I said "I know I'm drunk and I don't
understand half of what you are saying. I know you are very sincere about
it and I don't think you want to hurt me. I want to see where it takes us".

"You are too trusting lad" He said "But in this case you are right, you can
trust me. Tonight you will have passion beyond imagination, and I hope
you'll learn that sex is not enough. What you really need is love not sex".

At that moment, the clock struck midnight. For almost a minute, the clock
sounded the hour. Then silence.

We finished our drinks, Peter took my hand and together we walked silently
up the steps to his bedroom.

# # #

The bedroom was magnificent. A four-poster with red velvet hangings stood
at one end. A chest of drawers stood at the bottom of the bed and a couple
of chairs each with a footstool near the wall. Two large mirrors in
elaborate frames hung on the walls alongside the bed.

We stood facing each other and he put a finger to his lips.

"Not a sound" He mouthed

He led me to the bed and lay me out. He stood by the bed and removed his
clothes one by one. His body was solid. Every muscle was defined. His cock
erect pointed almost straight up his tummy. In the mirror, I could see his
back just as defined each muscle slipping across its mate as he moved. At
that moment, I felt as if I was in love with him. He was my universe and he
was going to make love to me for the first time in my short life.

He knelt over me one knee to each side of my waist. He slowly and gently
removed my clothing. He ripped the sleeves of my hoodie and my t-shirt so I
did not need to move. Again a finger went to his lips to stop me panicking
as he destroyed my clothes.

"Not a sound" He mouthed

He moved down my body. The belt went and he undid my trousers. Again, he
ripped the cloth as of it was paper. I did not move a muscle while he
stripped me. He moved down again. My blue converse plimsolls were last. He
undid the laces and carefully placed them at the side of the bed.

He moved effortlessly back up my body until his legs were on each die of my
chest. He lowered his cock and it slipped past my lips into my mouth. His
cock tasted like nectar. I sucked him and raised my arms to feel the
muscles in his back. My cock strained and I wanted to reach for it. Before
I moved my hand, he had hold of my wrist in a grip of iron.

"Remember your promise" He mouthed.

No sound came out but I knew what he said and what he was referring to. He
released my wrist and I carried on stroking the skin on his back and his
arms. He removed his cock from my mouth and took it in hand. His balls were
within reach so I moved my head to take them into my mouth in turn. He
moved his hips even further forward and I licked between his balls and his
hole.

After a while, he moved down my body. Only his cock touched my chest. He
kissed me. Our tongues entwined for a long time. Then he moved further down
my body. Our cocks collided as he reached to one side to take a nipple into
my mouth.

I came without warning. I sprayed cum on our chests for ages. I had never
come like that before. This time he moved his finger to my lips before
carrying on down my body. He licked every last trace of cum from my body
and finally arrived at my cock.

He licked it clean and then swallowed it. I was in exquisite agony. I had
only just come and was still recovering. He kept me there for what seemed
like a lifetime and eventually the agony subsided. My cock did not. I was
still as hard now as I was when he laid me on the bed.

He lifted my legs, licked my balls and then down all the way to my hole. He
rimmed me until I almost cried out in ecstasy. It felt as if his tongue
went all the way in. He lifted his head and shoulders taking my legs with
him. He held my wrists in his hands and slid his cock into my hole. I did
not feel any pain at all. It just felt like I was filled and whole for the
first time in my life.

Again, my cock erupted and sent cum over my head and all along my
chest. For the next five minutes, he held my arms and licked every last
atom of cum from me. His cock still filled me but never moved in my arse.

Then he began to fuck me. I could feel him moving inside me. I knew now
what I had been missing all these years. I had always been the fucker never
letting anyone fuck me. I was entranced. He massaged my prostate at every
stroke, and my body shook. Faster and faster he moved. Then he took his
cock out and replaced it. I felt empty and then full, time after time. I
was almost at the point of no return when he stopped and moved back. He put
his hands either side of my waist and before I knew what was going on I was
on my front. He lowered himself down onto me, covering me with his
beautiful body. His cock invaded my hole again, filling me completely. He
started thrusting in time after time. I could see his body in the mirror as
a silhouette. It was like obsidian, blacker than black. I could feel myself
coming and his cock swelled in my bum.

As we came his mouth kissed my neck. I felt a nick and he bit down and my
entire body erupted in an orgasm I had never felt possible. Every muscle in
my body tensed I could not breathe, nor wanted to. I have no idea how long
it lasted. Finally it passed. Peter was gone and the dawn peeped through
the curtains. I lay there for an age. Finally dredging up the strength to
turn over. Almost immediately, I fell asleep again.

I was awoken hours later by Peter.

"You have slept all day" He said "Here is some coffee"

"Thanks" I said taking the coffee.

"How do you feel?" He said.

"Wonderful" I said "what happened"

"Nothing" He said. "It was all in your mind"

"That was nothing?" I said

"Yes. I helped you see the difference between fucking and making love" He
said

"You didn't fuck me then?" I said

"No I didn't touch you at all. You are still a virgin. Rex will take you
tonight, and you will never be a virgin again" He said

"You know Rex?" I said

"No. We have never met. I'd love to. I know I'd like him" He said

"Then how...? I said

"In your dream I am a vampire" He said "I know your thoughts and your
dreams. If you or Rex ever lose each other, you must find me again. Come, I
have new clothes for you. I'll take you home".

We reached home at 22:30. Just a day since Peter appeared in the pub, but
it seemed as if I had been gone a week. I opened the car door and got
out. The car left immediately. I tried to look for the number plate but the
car was gone before I could focus. I stood in the street for a full minute
before I got the keys from my pocket, unlocked the door and went inside.

# # #

The next day I awoke early. I felt fantastic. Refreshed and ready to do
anything. The flat was finally coming together. My only regret was that I
wish I had not drunk that last pint on Friday. I do not know what that guy
put in it, but I had the strangest dreams. Vampires and wet dreams. I must
be losing my mind. But hey, it was great fun.

I cleaned the kitchen, and went to the shop for some stuff. I got a bottle
of rum some coke, some absinth (my secret passion and vice). I looked for
some whisky but could not find Caol Isla. I am not sure where the name came
from but the lady at the checkout said I could get some at a more
specialist shop. I also bought some vodka and some orange juice. I bought
nibbles too and some steak and some roasting potatoes. I also bought cream
(It will go in his coffee or even better over Rex's cock). Just in case. I
managed to find the wine store and they had the whisky I wanted. Not cheap
- why do I want this stuff and what is wrong with a supermarket own-label
variety? I added a couple of bottles of wine.

Then back home. I arranged my newborn bar and helped myself to a whisky.

"WOW!!! That's nice" I said and poured another.

No time to waste though. I showered and looked through my clothes to find
something to wear. The blue-t-shirt was back intact, and the blue converse
plimsolls. Next to them, a red pair and a red t-shirt.

"OK if that's what I dreamt I suppose that's what I should wear" I said to
myself.

I dressed exactly as I did on Friday, but this time in red instead of
blue. I even found a second hoodie with red highlights.

"I can't believe it someone came in during the night and instead of nicking
everything he has replaced my ripped clothed and left me a second set in
red. He even got the shoe size right" I said. "I am going bonkers"

At 1 minute to midday, I was waiting by the door. I felt like a teenager
waiting for my first date.

The second hand on my watch swept round to twelve o'clock and as it passed
the zenith, the doorbell rang. I could hardly breathe. I opened the door.

"It looks like you have been expecting me" He said smiling and pointing at
my crotch.

I looked down and there was a huge wet spot at the top of my leg. I bushed
bright red, and covered it with my hand.

"Come in" I said desperately trying to recover my composure. "Sit down, can
I offer you a drink?" I said.

"Yes. I'd love a coffee" He said. "Do you have any cream?"

"Yes I bought some especially for you" I said still blushing.

"I wondered if you would" He said smiling at me.

I disappeared into the kitchen and turned the kettle on.

"It'll have to be instant till I get my stuff out of storage?" I said

"That's OK" He said

I brought two glasses of coffee in and a tub of cream and a spoon.

"Can I do the honours?" he said

He took the spoon, stirred the coffee gently and dribbled cream over the
spoon. Soon both coffees were coated with a white top, staying black
underneath.

I sat on the sofa a foot away from him. I wanted to hug him, but I dare
not.

"I kept my promise" I said "I think".

I described what had happened since Friday, about Peter, not about the
close encounter with the two gay guys. When I finished he laughed.

"Rohypnol or vampires? I know which I'd put my money on" He said "Never
mind you enjoyed yourself and it may have taught you a lesson"

"What would that be?" I said

"Never talk to strangers" He said "Now lunch. Where would you like to go? I
know a lovely old pub called the Fish Inn. It's down by the river"

"I've heard of it. Yes that would be nice" I said

We left the flat and got in his Peugeot. It took about twenty minutes to
find the pub. It was in an idyllic setting with a stream running down the
bottom of the garden, and a large grassy area with tables for people to
drink outside in summer. We went in and bought two pints.

"Would you like lunch?" He asked "They do baked potatoes and fantastic
burgers"

"I'd love a cheeseburger with chips" I said "Can we sit outside?"

"No problem" He said turning to the barman "That's ok isn't it?"

"Yes. No problem" Said the barman taking his money "It'll be out shortly".

We sat on the grass above the river, watching the world go by. Rex had a
wicked sense of humour. I liked him more and more as I got to know him
better. He had two brothers and a sister he was very close to. He had
recently left home and started working freelance for the courier
company. His sister ran a dog beauty parlour and his parents and brothers
ran a small hotel.

When the food came, we ate with gusto. Another couple had joined us a few
feet away. They must have just met because they could not take their eyes
off each other.

"Are we like that?" I asked

"Probably" Said Rex "It's difficult to say. I know I keep looking at your
eyes and your ears. Did you know one is slightly higher then the other?"

"What! Eyes or ears?" I said "We have only just met and already you start
complaining and pointing out my imperfections. You'll be telling me you
wish my cock were two inches bigger soon"

"Yep, another inch would be nice, two would be perfect" He said "Just wait
till you find out what's wrong with me"

We laughed and finished our pints.

"Do you want another or would you prefer a play or a film" Rex said

"What about jumping out of an airplane?" I asked, laughing at Rex's
astonished look.

"OK. Do you know where to go? Will they take us up?" He said

"All arranged on the internet on Friday. We jump at four o'clock" I said
"It has to be a tandem jump and I hope you are less than fifteen stone".

"Cool" said Rex "I'm surprised you didn't ask to go straight to bed"

"I hope we can" I said "But what you said makes sense. I like you too and I
think a first date should be memorable".

"Have you jumped before" Rex asked

"Nope" I said "I hope it all works out, or it'll be a first date followed
by a funeral".


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