Date: Thu, 11 Aug 2011 03:59:13 +0200
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Once Upon a Crime. Chapter Eight.

     What a surprise I got when I did so, for there, on the opposite side
of the road was Bruno! Standing there with a big smile on his face as I
walked over towards him and was enveloped in his big bear hug as he
welcomed me back into the land of the living. There were tears in his eyes
when he released me and I think he had wanted to kiss me but with another
man sitting in the driving seat of the waiting car, he didn't. He ushered
me into the back seat before getting in himself.
     `You don't know just how happy I am at seeing you again,' he gushed,
holding my hand as the car drove off. `I've been counting the days since I
heard when you were being released. I hired this car so that you wouldn't
have that lonely walk to the station.' There was more and it took a little
while before I was able to get a word in edgeways.
     `It was a surprise and a happy one at seeing you there waiting for
me,' I said. `Have you missed me so much then?' I asked as I put my hand
down onto his crotch and felt him start to rise up immediately at my touch.
     `You don't know how much,' he said, but I did in feeling his cock get
really hard inside his trousers. So it was a parting from one love and
straight back with another, so I was quite happy just to be outside
watching things that I'd almost forgotten about as he rambled on.
     The car took us into London and into a not very good area and finally
pulled up in a courtyard type of place that was surrounded by high rise
flats. The whole place looked filthy. It was so bad a looking place that
I'm not even going to tell you exactly where it was.
     We got out of the car, him thanking the driver and led me up to the
third floor of one of these buildings and stopped at the third door along a
filthy balcony. We went inside and it was very dingy and not as clean as
the cell I had left. It had a small sitting room that seemed cramped with
what little furniture it had. The kitchen wasn't really big enough for two
people to be inside at the same time. The bathroom that also had the toilet
was the same and I wondered how he ever fitted in that small bath with his
size. There was only the one bedroom which was smaller than the sitting
room and the bed almost filled it and clothes had to be hung on pegs on the
wall.
     `How long have you been living in this dump?' I asked, thinking of how
much better my home was compared to this.
     `Yes, it's bad isn't it. Ever since I came out. The Social worker
brought me here and as they are paying the rent, there's nowhere else to
go.'
     `Are you working?' I asked.
     `Not at the moment. I've had about six or seven jobs, but they didn't
last. I was always getting sacked for one reason or another. I can't seem
to get the hang of the way they wanted things done. I've tried to get jobs
gardening, which I know I can do best, but once they know I've got a prison
record, don't take me on,' he said, looking quite crestfallen and a bit
ashamed at having to say this. Seeing his face and the state of the place
he had to live in, brought my house back to mind and that I had a huge
garden as well as plenty of ground and no gardener since Tom left. The
place must be in a right state now with not having a housekeeper any more
either. So I decided there and then that he would be coming to live with
me.
     Since being out, he'd learned to cook and he turned out quite a good
meal for our dinner. Though we ate it, we both knew that it was more than
food that we wanted and so it was soon finished, and leaving the washing
up, we went into his bedroom.
     We had had a brief kiss on entering the flat, but now it was a more
serious one as we held each tight and really kissed each other before
quickly getting our clothes off and getting onto the bed. We both were
sporting erections that swayed and bounced about as we got on and in a
trice, we were in the sixty nine position sucking away at each other.
     What pleasure it was to once again have the head of his cock back in
my mouth and mine in his, sucking and chewing away. But such was his need,
he came well before me, filling me once again with his sperm which I ran
round my mouth to savour the taste before swallowing it. It was only after
doing this did I come and let him taste me again as I still carried on
sucking on him. With us both licked clean it was back to cuddling each
other, me being almost lost in his arms which were as big as ever. As we
lay there kissing and stroking each other, he told me of the jobs he'd
tried and I told him about Brian and that now he was a good gardener as
well as a good cocksucker and a delightful fuck. He had chuckled when I
told him of how I trained him up in the same way that he had done to me
when I first entered his cell. But sucking and fucking another man and
having the same done to me was now my way of life, being a
homosexual. Though I don't think I would turn down having a woman now and
then.
     We were soon rampant again and he begged me to fuck him first as I had
been the last one to do so and it had been three long years without having
another man up behind and inside him. He gurgled and crooned when I entered
him and tried to make my fucking of his backside last as long as I
could. As I was fucking him bare back, he cried out when he felt my sperm
hit his insides and constantly flexed his muscle to try and squeeze more
out of me. He gave me many kisses after pulling out and it took a bit of
effort to free myself to go and wash my cock.
     Then it was my turn to let him see my rear end and shove his lovely
erect organ back up inside me once again. He was full of joyous noises as
he entered me and pulled me tight up to his thighs. Such was his gusto in
ramming himself inside me, I felt his balls keep smacking the lower cheeks
of my bum with every forward thrust. He also couldn't stop saying at how
tight I was and that it was really giving him pleasure to once again be
fucking me. Well I liked having him do it too, grunting at his forceful
movements behind me, but such was his need, he soon came, splattering my
inside canal with his semen.
     Such were his forceful efforts that he had almost exhausted himself
and leaned heavily on my back when he'd finished coming inside me, so much
so was his weight that it forced me down onto the bed. But it was nice
lying in this prone position with his weight fully on me and his cock still
throbbing away inside.
     It took him time to recover and slowly ease himself up, making his
wilting organ slip out of me to my groan of dismay at having it pulled
out. He staggered off to the bathroom to wash himself but was soon back for
us to kiss before we fell asleep.
     At breakfast, after having yet another session of fucking each other,
I asked if he would like to come and live in my house. And after describing
the place, especially the size of the garden, was only too eager to join
me, in not only living and working with me, but us still having sex
together like the old days in prison. Only this time we were out of prison
and doing it of our own free will.
    We didn't do the washing up. Him saying that the next person or
cleaners could see to all that as he packed a suitcase with all that he
wanted to take. He was really glad to move out and shut the door of that
flat for the last time and we went to find a car hire firm. This didn't
take long and we had the driver stop off for Bruno to give over the keys to
the flat to his Social worker before we left London to drive us to my home.
     I must say that the grounds looked in a sorry state after just over a
year's neglect, but it wouldn't take long to put right. I had already paid
the driver's firm for the hire, using almost all of the money I had got on
leaving prison, so he left us to go inside the house. Bruno had exclaimed
at how big it looked and was happy that there wasn't another house in
sight.
     On entering, you could smell the mustiness of the insides with having
all the windows and doors closed for over a year, but I would soon change
that. It was only just approaching the afternoon but we forsook having
lunch as the priority first was to get the kitchen cleaned up and the
bedroom we would be sleeping in. We opened all the windows first before
Bruno started on the kitchen while I took on the task of seeing to the
bedroom.
     I decided not to have my old room but the one that my parents had
slept in. It was bigger and lighter and it had a nice big bed there. I
stripped the bed of its linen before cleaning up the room after finding
fresh linen that had to be hung out in the garden for airing. With the room
finally clean, I remade the bed before going down to see how Bruno had got
on with the kitchen. It was a damn better sight now than it had been. He
had washed down the walls, windows and floor as well as all the surfaces
and even the inside of the cooker. The place was now fit to cook and eat
in. We had bought some food on the way home which would suffice for a
couple of days before having to shop in the village.
     So we both mucked in getting our dinner cooked and this time, we
washed up after the meal before taking him up to what would be our room. He
was as happy as a pig in shit at now coming to live in my home and having a
bedroom with its lovely bed, bigger than the place he had lived in for the
past three years since leaving prison.
     It was a glorious night of sex in our new bed and it was only
exhaustion that made us fall asleep. How lovely to wake up in a big bed and
not a bunk and find another body lying by your side, one that had a massive
erection that was so beautiful to hold before rubbing it and going down and
sucking on. Then after savouring the emission got from said cock, to spread
oneself out with your legs wide open to have your erect cock head taken
into a hot mouth to be sucked and teased until you came.
     This was life!
     The first task after breakfast was to see if the old Bentley would run
but found that there was no chance of driving it as three of the tyres had
perished. I went into the study and to my secret hiding place to find that
the money I had stashed away was still there. Taking out a few hundred
pounds, walked down to the village to the garage to arrange for them to get
someone to see and get it back on the road again. This they agreed to start
that day as they didn't have much work on and with that put in hand, called
upon my bank to let them know I was back and asked for a favour in them to
contact the telephone people to reconnect me. I was also able to use their
phone to let my solicitor in town know that I was back at home and promised
to call upon him in a few days time.
     I also bought some fresh milk on the way back to find that the garage
men were already there getting the car out and onto a carrier. Bruno also
had been working and the lounge was now fit for use. He'd even found some
soap powder and had the curtains already in the washing machine.
     I had also got the garage man to look over the Land Rover and he came
in to tell me that it was okay for a short while but wouldn't last long
without new tyres and an oil change. This I agreed with and said that I
would bring it down the following day for a service. But I could use it in
the meantime as he had got it going and the engine was running at the
moment to get some juice in the battery.
     I left it till after lunch and then took Bruno out for a ride over our
land and he said that he was now a very happy man to be able to live out
here, loving the space and be with the person he had come to love and be
loved by.
     With him re-declaring his love for me gave me a hard on and so I
stopped the vehicle out in the middle of a large lush green grass field
where we got out and took our clothes off and rolled about in the sweet
smelling grass before going down on each other at the same time. It was
lovely being naked and having sex out in the open air, taking our pleasure
with the sun on us and being cooled by a light breeze. We decided then to
have sex outside more often but carry condoms with us to complete our
sexual union by going the whole way instead of only sucking on each other.
     We later inspected the garden's vegetable patch to see the sorry state
it was now in though Bruno said it wouldn't take long to get it back in
order and looking good again. He was right, for after the cleaning of the
house first, we started on the garden and within three months, it was
almost looking like it used to be. But not only was it vegetables he
started growing, but flowers too, for he said that they would brighten the
gardens up as well as being decoration inside the house. For being such a
hulking brute of a man that he was, he still had quite a big streak of
feminity inside him with having touches like his comment on the flowers.
     Our days were long in getting all this done but the nights we had
together made it all worthwhile and the sex that we had together got even
better than it had been before.
     With both vehicles back and really roadworthy, we would go into town
about once a month to buy what the village didn't sell, me having seen my
solicitor and got things straightened out with my returning.
     Though I had mourned the loss of Mavis and Morris in the process of
our last raid, I didn't have any regrets of being sent to prison, for I had
found love there, albeit male love, but it is the heart that dictates who
you finish up loving, not the mind.
     That autumn we collected enough logs in the Land Rover to see us
through the winter and they were lovely nights sitting in front of the log
fire in the lounge and sometimes even having sex in front of it on the
sheepskin rug. We were happy together and that is what I called living. We
had three years of this love and sex before Bruno suddenly died of a heart
attack.
     My world collapsed when I found him lying out in the garden one
afternoon. I had just made some tea and went out to call him in and found
him lying on his back, his eyes staring vacantly up towards the sky.
     It was a strangled cry that I had given out and fell down beside him,
and tried to revive him, but failed. Oh how I sat down next to his body and
cried. My heart felt as though it had been torn from my body as I sat and
looked at the huge man that I had loved, the tears running down my face. I
don't know how long I sat there but finally came to terms that I had lost
him. Lost him without our saying goodbye to each other, missing out on that
last kiss which would have been a sweet bitter memory of the man that I had
loved.
     I must have aged years that afternoon sitting there, for I felt so
weary when I got up and slowly walked into the house to phone for an
ambulance and went back to sit beside him till it came. When it did arrive,
it wasn't long before one of the medics told me that he was dead. I nearly
went and throttled the man for such a banal statement when it was plain to
see that he was in fact dead, but to say such an obvious thing almost made
me commit murder.
     They took his body off to the mortuary in the town for an autopsy and
I was now left all alone in my big house. I would give a start at every
little noise, thinking it was him moving about and I'm sure that his ghost
was there with me all the time. I say this because I kept seeing him as he
had been, loving the look of love that shone in his eyes every time he saw
me.
     That night was the first time I ever got drunk, for I woke up lying on
the floor in the lounge with a massive headache from the alcohol I had
drunk during the lonely evening by myself. How I got through those first
few days without him, I don't know, nor can I say what I did during this
time. I must have at some time told my solicitor of Bruno's passing for he
phoned me to say that the autopsy had shown it was a heart attack and that
the body could be released for burial. I then asked him to see to the
details as I would be unable to do so myself and as he knew that we
cohabited, could understand why.
     I nearly cried out in anger that a man such as him should be leaving
the world with only having three people there to see him laid to
rest. There only being one mourner there, that being me. The solicitor was
only there because of me and not Bruno and the vicar because it was him
saying the usual prayer at such an event. It made me wonder at how many
people would mourn for me when I was buried, a thought that I would not
have one was so depressing that after I thanked both my solicitor and the
vicar, I went home and got drunk for the second time.
     I moped about for several weeks, only doing what I had to do to stay
alive, such as eating, staying off the booze because of the hangovers I had
suffered. No gardening was done, neither was any housework. It was three
weeks before I even changed the bed sheets, that was because they still
contained the smell of him that had once laid beside me. I even went as far
as sniffing the few stains of semen on the bottom sheet as well as licking
them before all had disappeared and it was time to put fresh ones on. Some
nights I would put two pillows lengthwise on the bed and lay on top of them
and move myself on the bed as I hugged them to my chest, making myself come
on the sheet in the false dream that I was fucking my love. But I was not
getting fucked and that was what hurt as much as not being able to fuck
anyone.
     It was this last thought that turned my mind to Brian. My other love
who was still in prison and wondered when he was due for release. It was
this that brought me out of my lethargy to phone the prison to enquire as
to when they thought he would be let out.
     I was told that his sentence was at present being reviewed and that if
I phoned back in about two weeks time, they may have the information as to
the date of release if it should be granted. In the hope that it would be
in the near future, set about cleaning the house and grounds up in the off
chance that I could get him to come and live with me and relieve the
tension that was building up inside me.
     The time dragged by so slowly but I managed to last out and phoned the
prison again with the same request.