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A Welcome Return - 2
by Mr Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

***

An adult man returns to long suppressed feelings 
following a chance encounter. (MM, bi, oral, anal, cd)

***

Author Notes: The author would be pleased to receive 
constructive feedback and also if you liked the story. I 
apologise in advance for any undiscovered typos but 
please do say if there are repetitive grammatical errors 
which you have found particularly annoying and which I 
appreciate can drive one to distraction. Mr BS. 
(mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk

***

PART 2

We kept in touch by e-mail and the occasional discreet 
telephone call. The idea was to wait until September 
when I would normally be away but we decided we would 
meet earlier if possible. As the end of July approached, 
I floated the idea to my wife that I would like go away 
for a couple of days. She readily agreed and suggested 
that I contact Pete to see if I could stay with him 
rather than take the tent. I couldn't believe my luck 
and sent him an open message, so that my wife could read 
it, to ask if I could possibly stay for a couple of 
nights.

He replied, quite quickly, that he would be delighted to 
accommodate me and to let him know the day and the 
approximate time I would arrive. After agreeing with my 
wife, I replied giving him the day and the time and 
hoping I could stay for a couple of nights. He responded 
by saying that he would be delighted to see me, the 
times were okay and that he would prepare a room for me.

I planned my departure from home is in order that I 
would arrive at Pete's house by about six o'clock in 
evening. I felt it would make meeting again easier if 
perhaps we were to have a meal and just talk generally 
to reacquaint ourselves. However, the traffic was slow 
on the motorway with several delays and I had to phone 
ahead to say that I wouldn't arrive much before seven in 
the evening. He said it was fine and that he would wait 
to prepare a meal when I arrived.

He must have heard my car as he was standing in the 
doorway as I arrived. He seemed pleased to see me. He 
looked well; his hair was slightly longer than I'd 
remembered, but otherwise he looked much the same. He 
carried my case into the house and dropped it in the 
hall. He asked if I would like to freshen up before we 
had a drink and then eat a little later; I readily 
agreed.

I took a few things out of my case, just enough to wash 
with, and went into the shower room. I had a quick 
shower and changed into shorts and a light summer shirt. 
When I returned, he suggested that it was warm enough to 
eat outside. I couldn't have agreed more; it was a 
lovely evening and due a full moon. Already the light 
was beginning to go. He suggested that we took a bottle 
of cold white wine outside and sit at the table in his 
private garden. I gladly agreed, and followed him out 
down to the garden where a small table was placed at the 
end, overlooking the sea.

It was a good way to break the ice and we sat there 
talking about nothing in particular while gently working 
our way down two thirds of the bottle of wine. It was a 
lovely evening and we watched the start of the sun going 
down. We were relaxed by then and Pete suggested that he 
go and prepare a light dinner that we could bring out 
here to eat. I sat there for about 20 minutes until he 
returned with a tray and, I noticed, a second bottle of 
wine. He placed it all on the table, saying that he 
needed to go back and get a second tray with plates and 
cutlery. Whilst he did so, I poured us another glass of 
wine.

We spent nearly a couple hours over our meal, gradually 
relaxing as we talked about general things of little 
importance. The second bottle of wine was opened and we 
settled comfortably into our former familiarity. The sun 
had now set and the moon had risen and we could see each 
other clearly in light that it shed. We finished our 
meal and agreed that we would carry the trays back up to 
the house and return outside with a glass of brandy to 
finish the evening.

When I got to the house, Pete excused himself saying he 
needed to use bathroom. I cleared some of the stuff away 
whist he did so. When he returned he started to pour the 
brandies and I excused myself saying that now I needed 
to use the bathroom. He said that he would take the 
brandies to the table in the garden.

I switched off the house lights and walked down the 
garden. I could make out Pete's silhouette sitting on 
the bench at the end of the garden with his back to me 
and looking out to sea. As I approached, I realised that 
he was naked. He didn't turn around; I went and stood 
behind him and without saying anything reached down and 
rested my hand on his shoulder. He turned slightly and 
kissed my hand. I sat beside him, put my arm around him 
and pulled him lightly toward me; he raised his head 
slightly and we kissed.

It was a gentle kiss and lasted no more than a few 
seconds. I pulled away and looked down at him. 

'It's been a long time David; I've thought of nothing 
else since we last met.' He said softly.

I said nothing, and lowered my head to kiss him again. 
He parted his lips slightly and I probed his mouth with 
my tongue; he responded by pulling me closer to him. As 
he did so, I slid my hand across his chest, down to his 
waist, paused there, and then moved across and down and 
took his hardening penis in my hand. His reaction 
surprised me; his free hand went behind my head pulling 
it fiercely against his and he forced his tongue between 
my lips and into my mouth breathing heavily through his 
nose as he did so. I gripped his penis firmly and pulled 
upon it, milking some precum and spreading it over the 
end of it with my thumb. He suddenly broke our kiss, 
grabbed my hand and pulled it from his cock.

'Sorry David,' he gasped, 'I just know I'm going to cum. 
I'm sorry just wait for me to calm down a little.' He 
paused and took a couple of deep and slow breaths and 
then added, 'Let me undress you.'

He reached up, and started to undo the buttons on my 
shirt. When he had undone the last one he reached up 
with both hands and pushed the shirt off my shoulders, 
letting it fall behind me onto the grass. He paused and 
looked at me for a short while and then ran his hands 
over my chest. He moved closer to me and took my right 
nipple between his lips and gently squeezed it. It is 
something that always been a turn on for me, and I held 
his head against me as he sucked my nipple. After a 
short while he let go of it and kissed his way across my 
chest to my left nipple. I lost myself momentarily to 
the feelings that ran from my chest to my penis. He 
stopped and pulled away from me.

'Stand up David.' He said softly.

I stood and faced him. He reached up and undid the belt 
on my shorts and then slowly unzipped the fly. He put 
his hands on my waist and pulled the shorts down, along 
with my briefs, over my hips, letting them fall to my 
feet. I stepped out of them and remained standing facing 
him, my cock now rigid. 

'My God, you're beautiful.' He breathed, and in one 
movement took me fully into his mouth.

My senses momentarily overcame me as I leant back 
slightly, lost in the feeling of his warm mouth around 
me. This is what I had thought about so many times since 
we last met and this is what had drawn me back to him 
earlier than we had originally planned.

After a short while he let my cock fall from his mouth. 
He turned slightly and reached down and came back up the 
something in his hand.

'Lube.' He said.

I knew what he was about to do and I shifted my stance 
slightly, standing with my legs slightly apart. He 
spread a little lube on the middle finger of his right 
hand; he put the tube down on the table and then took my 
penis in his mouth. As he did so, I felt his finger with 
the cold lube press between the cheeks of my arse. He 
found my opening, lightly lubricated it and then gently 
inserted the full length of his finger inside of me. It 
was a lovely feeling and one I had been longing to feel 
again for some time. Again, I immersed myself in the 
sensation of his mouth sliding back and forth along the 
length of my cock as he gently moved his finger in and 
out of me in the same rhythm. After a minute or so, no 
more, I had to pull away from him.

'It's my turn to rest.' I said smiling.

I sat down on the bench. We looked at each other and, as 
if by some unspoken agreement, we kissed. It was a long, 
unhurried kiss as we explored each other's lips and 
mouths with our tongues. After a minute or so, I reached 
down and took his penis in my hand. Within a few seconds 
he pulled my hand away again.

'I'm just going to explode David, I know I am, I'm 
sorry.' He said.

From our last meeting, I knew that he liked to be 
directed.

'Sit on the table and face me Peter, with your legs 
either side of me on the bench.' I said firmly.

He stood, turned around, and sat on the table as I had 
directed. He sat facing me his erect penis almost level 
with my face. I looked up at him, looked down again, 
leaned forward and took him into my mouth. It felt good 
to have him in my mouth again and was as lovely as I 
remembered; the saltiness of his precum, the firmness of 
his penis, the taste of him and the sensual feeling as I 
pulled away from him, took him into my mouth again, 
pulled away and then back into my mouth. I knew exactly 
what I was doing and had no intention of stopping. 
Within seconds I heard him utter a strangled cry. His 
hips jerked, thrusting his penis fully into my mouth and 
he gripped my head as he came. He gasped as each spasm 
spurted warm cum into my mouth, which quickly filled and 
then leaked from the corners, down my chin and onto his 
balls. The spasms eventually slowed and he gave one 
final spurt with a great sobbing sound and then ceased, 
still and quiet.

I rolled his slowly softening penis around in my mouth 
as I swallowed the excess cum. He had let go of my head, 
and I milked the excess from him with a combination of 
moving my mouth and my hand along his diminishing 
length. During this time his breathing quietened and 
slowed down. I let him fall from my mouth and stood to 
face him. He went to speak but I curtailed it with a 
kiss. He returned my kiss hungrily as our lips slid 
across each others, lubricated by his cum, some of which 
was still in my mouth and that which had leaked from it 
earlier. When we had calmed down, our lips parted and I 
leaned back to look at him.

'I think we can both do with the brandy now.' He said, 
smiling mischievously.

'That sounds like a good idea to me.' I said.

We picked up our respective glasses, touched them 
together and took a generous swig. When we both placed 
our glasses back on the table, I picked them up again 
and put them on the bench beside the table. Peter looked 
at me quizzically.

Lay on the table whilst I get the lube Peter.' I half 
demanded.

Guided only by the moonlight, I found the lube. I walked 
to the end of the table where Peter lay. He had his arms 
behind his head and his lower legs hanging over the edge 
of the table. I applied a generous amount of the lube to 
my penis and then squeezed some onto my middle finger. 
Obediently, he raised his hips clear of the table and I 
lubricated the opening of his arse. Dropping the tube 
onto the grass, I stood at the end of the table, took 
hold of his legs and put one over each of my shoulders. 
Grabbing hold of his hips, I pulled his body firmly 
towards me so that I was pressing the end of my 
lubricated cock against his opening.

'I've waited a long time for this, David.'

'So have I Pete, so have I.'

As I pressed against him he surprised me slightly by 
pressing himself back against me. Our combined movements 
enabled me to enter him in one movement and I heard him 
take a sharp intake of breath.

I stayed still for a time while we both calmed a little. 
I looked up and across Pete and out to the sea beyond. 
It was a strange feeling watching the moonlight across 
the sea, the garden lit by the moon, the grass under my 
feet and the warmth of Peter's warm arse around my cock. 
After a short while I made a few gentle strokes and then 
pulled out of him. I reached down, retrieved the lube 
and re-lubricated myself and Pete. I then re-entered 
him, made a few more strokes, paused, applied more lube 
and entered him again. He moaned gently as I pushed 
myself as far into him as I was able.

In the almost surreal moonlight, we made love. 
Occasionally we spoke, followed by long silences. I 
would lean forward and he would raise himself slightly 
and we would kiss. I don't know how long we were joined; 
I'd lost sense of time passing a while ago now. Once 
when I pulled out of Pete to apply some more 
lubrication, he sat on the edge of the table and we 
kissed for a while before he lay back again, raising his 
legs and presenting his arse to me again and we 
continued our lovemaking. Occasionally, I stared into 
the far horizon in an attempt to distance myself from 
the feelings running through me.

I pulled out of him, and asked him to get off the table 
and stand leaning against it. I took hold of his hips 
and re-entered him from behind and moved in and out of 
him a little more deliberately than I have been 
previously doing. I picked up my pace and Peter must 
have sensed that I was near cumming as he 
enthusiastically pushed back to meet my thrusts. We 
moved like this for probably no more than two, perhaps 
three minutes when I abandoned any thoughts of holding 
back any longer. Once I'd made the decision in my mind, 
I felt my emotions run away from me and, just before the 
first spasm hit me, I rammed my cock fully into him.

I felt my cum rush from me, it was so pleasurable as to 
be almost painful. I bent forward slowly and pulled Pete 
toward me and clung to his back as the convulsions first 
intensified, levelled off and then faded before reducing 
to small tremors until I was fully spent. As I did so, I 
felt Pete push against me and give a short gasp as a 
small shudder ran through him. We remained joined for a 
while without speaking until my softening cock was 
gently squeezed out by Pete's arse muscles. I stepped 
back and he stood and turned to face me; we embraced, 
holding each other for a short while until Pete 
suggested that we sit down.

I sat down gratefully whilst Pete retrieved our 
respective brandies. He handed me mine and I took a 
gratifying swig and then another which finished it; he 
did the same and placed his glass on the table before 
him. He leaned sideways and put his head on my shoulder.

'Look,' he said, peering down at his legs where a small 
trickle of cum lay on his thighs, 'I came a little too.'

'I hope I didn't hurt you.' I said.

'No you didn't, not at all. Indeed, I wouldn't have 
minded at all if you had.'

He was quiet for a while as if thinking. Then he broke 
the silence.

'David, I never thought that you would return. I thought 
you might come to your senses, being married, and decide 
that perhaps how we were at Easter was just a fling. I 
didn't dare hope that you would come back.'

I put my arm around him, pulled him closer and kissed 
the top of his head.

'There was never any doubt in my mind Pete. I've thought 
many times how we were at Easter and knew that I wanted 
to see you again and be as close as we have just now 
been.'

My words seemed to settle him. He suggested we go back 
to the house and I agreed. We picked up our empty 
glasses, our clothes and the lube and walked back up to 
the house. As he walked slightly ahead of me the 
moonlight caught a glistening trickle of cum from his 
arse and down his legs. I found it a most erotic sight.

Once in the cottage we drew the blinds and Pete put on a 
low light in the kitchen. He turned, and came back to me 
and embraced me. He looked up, and I kissed him gently. 
He opened his mouth slightly and I probed his lips and 
his mouth with my tongue. As I did so I slid my hand 
over his arse, pushing my fingers between his cheeks and 
gently massaging the leaking cum over them. After a 
while, we both agreed that we would need to shower.

Together in his wet room we cleaned ourselves up in 
general. We dried each other off and then headed to bed, 
picking up my suitcase on the way. There was no 
discussion, it was clearly agreed that I was going to 
sleep with him. We left his bedroom in darkness with the 
blinds pulled back as the room was softly lit by the 
light of the full moon. I climbed into the bed and he 
stood for a short while looking down at me. I spread one 
arm and he got into bed quite naturally and lay beside 
me, his head on my shoulder.

We lay for a while talking. I asked him if he often set 
out in the garden naked. He said that he did during the 
summer he found it private and peaceful and, like me, 
enjoyed being naked and being able to move around. I 
playfully asked him what other things he did when he was 
on his own. He went to answer and then hesitated.

'I tell you some other time,' and, after a pause, added 
'perhaps.'

We both drifted off to sleep. I awoke sometime later; he 
was asleep beside me. It was three o'clock in the 
morning. I extradited myself from his embrace and padded 
off down the stairs to the bathroom. Afterwards I went 
to the kitchen and had a glass of juice from the 
refrigerator. When I went back up he was laying on his 
back, his eyes half open.

'You look good.' He said.

I didn't reply, I just leant forward and pulled the 
sheet from him. I lay beside him, head to toe. I grasped 
his hips, pulled him down the bed and took his soft 
penis in my mouth; he responded by taking my penis into 
his. We lay like that for a while just rolling each 
other round in our mouths and enjoying the intimacy. As 
if by some mutual agreement we stopped and I lay beside 
him. My next conscious moment was at seven o'clock in 
the morning, and daylight streaming through the window.

I was alone in the bed, but I could hear Pete moving 
around downstairs. I lay on my back staring at the 
ceiling for a few minutes and I heard him ascend the 
stairs. As he did so, I rolled over onto my front and 
kicked the sheet away from me and lay on the bed with my 
legs slightly spread. I looked to the side as he came 
in; he was carrying a tray with a couple of cups of 
coffee and some juice. He didn't say anything; he just 
placed the tray on the table by the bed. I closed my 
eyes. The next sensation I felt was a movement on the 
bed followed by the weight of him upon me.

As he kissed the back of my neck I felt his penis grow 
hard against my arse. I pressed lightly back against him 
and I felt the end of his penis on my opening. He moved 
the head of his cock across my opening, lubricating it 
with his precum as he did so. I moved gently against him 
and then stopped as he found my opening; pushed firmly 
against it and then entered, slightly aided by the 
lubrication of his precum. He moved back and forth a 
couple of times getting slightly deeper into me until I 
met his thrust and took him fully inside me.

He was still for a while and then moved confidently back 
and forth into me. I responded by moving against him 
with each thrust. He waited for a while and then started 
to move again with smooth strokes. After a time, I 
stopped moving and let him dictate the pace. He 
continued for a while, paused, and then started to move 
again. After a minute or so he stopped again.

'David,' he whispered, 'I can't hold off any longer.'

'It doesn't matter Peter.' I said.

He started to move again, this time with a little more 
urgency and after a few seconds he gave two short and 
hard thrusts; on the second one he stopped fully inside 
me. He gave a short gasp, and I felt his warm cum flood 
into me. He remained deep inside me as he emptied 
himself into my willing arse. When his spasms ceased, we 
lay still. When his penis had softened and slid from me; 
he rolled over and lay on his back beside me. I leaned 
over and kissed him. As we kissed I manoeuvred myself to 
lie on top of him, rubbing my hardening penis across his 
stomach. I broke the kiss and sat astride him.

'You look good from here David,' he said, smiling.

I didn't say anything; I just smiled down at him. I 
paused, and then started to stroke my hard cock. He 
reached to touch it with his hand but I brushed it aside 
and carried on stroking myself. I raised myself so that 
I was kneeling astride him and continued stroking. He 
lay still looking up at me rubbing my hard cock. He must 
have realised what I intended, as he rested his hands on 
my thighs as I picked up the pace. After a minute or so 
I passed the point of no return and a jet of cum left me 
and streaked across his chest, followed by another and 
then another. As I came I used some of it to lubricate 
my cock; the spasms intensified and then slowly died 
away. When they had ceased completely I lay on top of 
him and gently moved, spreading my cum between us.

'Did that feel as good as it looked?' he asked.

'It certainly did.' I said.

We stayed like that for a while and then Pete suggested 
we have the juice and the coffee. I rolled off him and 
passed first the glass and then the coffee which by now 
was cold. We drank in silence and I suggested that we 
shower. He agreed and we both headed downstairs to the 
wet room. We showered together, and then dried one 
another. As we towelled we talked about what to do with 
the day and agreed that we would take his car to the car 
park, where I had first seen him three months ago, and 
walk to the pub and have lunch there.

We left his house and drove to the village to get 
something to have for supper later. We bought enough to 
make a simple supper. As we left the shop we met a young 
man just about to enter.

'Hello Peter.' He said.

Peter hesitated and then replied. 'Hello Alan.' He 
turned to me. 'David, I would like you to meet Alan. 
Alan this is David, he's staying with me this weekend.'

I proffered my hand and Alan took it and returned a firm 
handshake. He was young, probably in his early 20s, 
quite good-looking and with a ready smile.

'I'm tutoring Alan over the summer vacation; he's trying 
to get his dissertation together for his degree.' Peter 
said.

'I'm sure you'll do well under Peter's guidance.' I said 
to Alan.

The three of us made small talk for a short while and 
then Alan entered the shop and we headed back to Peter's 
car. Peter was quiet as we walked and I felt he was 
slightly uncomfortable; but I said nothing. We loaded 
the stuff into the car and headed off for the car park 
on the hill.

Pete was silent as we made the journey and parked the 
car. However, when we started walking he was his usual 
self and we chatted about everything and nothing as we 
headed for the path that he'd shown me the last time I 
was here. I quickly lost track of time as we walked and 
was pleasantly surprised when the roof of the pub hove 
into view. We dropped the rucksack on the table in the 
garden and I went into the pub to buy two beers and to 
fetch a menu.

When I came out I noticed that Peter was lost in thought 
and I half startled him when I placed the beers on the 
table. He recovered quickly, and we touched glasses and 
drank a welcome draft of the cold beer. We perused the 
menu, made our choices and I went back in to order and 
pay. I returned to the table and sat down opposite Pete.

'Tell me about Alan.' I said softly.

He seemed surprised and hesitated before he spoke. He 
said that Alan had approached him about tutoring him 
over the summer with his university dissertation. Peter 
had been reluctant, remembering his past experience with 
a former student. However, Alan has been persuasive and 
Pete agreed that he would see him once a week at his 
house, not Alan's, so that he couldn't be seen by others 
to be imposing himself on Alan. He had only given him a 
couple of sessions so far but he said then that he still 
felt nervous about it. I asked him why. He said that he 
still felt unsure around a younger man. I said that 
surely there wasn't any need for him to feel like this 
as tutoring was a perfectly legitimate thing for a 
lecturer to do. I told him to relax about it but did add 
that I felt he was wise not to go to Alan's house.

Pete noticeably relaxed after that and became his usual 
self. The landlady brought out our food and I ordered 
another couple of beers. As we ate and drank, the sky 
started to cloud over slightly but the air stayed warm 
and humid. Pete remarked that it wasn't unusual for this 
kind of day to turn into rain or even a storm.

We finished our lunch and started back to the car. As we 
walked the sky darkened but the air stayed hot and 
humid. The return to the car took us longer than the 
walk from it as the track was mostly uphill. After about 
four hours, and as we approached the car, there was a 
distant rumble of thunder. Also, dark clouds started to 
roll in from the sea and the late afternoon quickly 
became quite dark. Pete remarked that we might just 
about get home before it started to rain.

His prediction was correct. As we pulled up outside his 
house there was the odd drop of rain but the air got 
even warmer and the humidity had climbed significantly. 
Pete suggested that we sit at the table at the end of 
the garden. I agreed; as we walked down the garden I 
pulled my shirt off over my head. When we got to the 
table I kicked off my walking boots and socks and 
dropped my shorts and sat down on the bench by the table 
wearing just my briefs. He looked at me and then did the 
same. We sat there for a while cooling off slightly as 
the sky darkened further. It started to rain a little 
harder and Pete wondered if we should go inside; by way 
of an answer I stood up, dropped my briefs and sat back 
down again.

'Let's stay here a while,' I said, 'until it really 
rains.'

His response was much the same as mine. He dropped his 
briefs and we sat there naked. We didn't have to wait 
long for the rain as it came in off the sea; it was 
heavy and warm and it was a marvellous feeling as it 
rained down heavily upon us, soaking us in seconds. I 
lifted my face to it and opened my mouth, tasting the 
rain; it was better than any domestic shower to cool and 
cleanse us.

As the rain increased the sky darkened further; the 
thunder, which had been out to sea, crept closer inland. 
Suddenly, the heavens opened; the rain was so intense 
that I half closed my eyes as it poured over me. It was 
so powerful as to be almost painful. After a minute or 
so there was a distant flash of sheet lightning. I 
shouted across to Pete that we should go into the house 
as I had no desire to become a human lightning 
conductor. He readily agreed and we picked up our soaked 
clothing and ran up to the house. We stood just inside 
the door and water formed a puddle around our feet. Pete 
said he would get a couple of towels. He returned and we 
patted ourselves dry where we stood. It was quite dark 
in the house and the roar of the rain was quite loud, 
even inside. I went to find my bag and pulled on a dry 
T-shirt and a pair of trousers. Pete had followed me 
upstairs and did the same.

We went downstairs. Pete continued to the fridge and 
came back with a bottle of wine; he poured two glasses 
and we toasted each other and to a good day out. I 
offered to put the meal together for the evening and he 
agreed. He hesitated and then said that whilst I did so 
he would go and change. I didn't question why, even 
though he had just put on clean and dry clothes. He 
topped up both glasses and then headed for the stairs 
whilst I pulled out the provisions we'd bought earlier 
and started to prepare our evening meal.

As I put the meal together I poured yet another glass of 
wine at the same time thinking I'd better not have 
another as I was beginning to feel the effects already 
and that I should wait for Pete to come down. I was also 
conscious then that he'd been more than just a few 
minutes but thought no more about it. After another five 
minutes or so, I heard him descending the stairs. It was 
the sound of him walking on the stone floor of the 
hallway that made me turn around just as he arrived and 
stopped in the doorway.

'This is what else I do when I'm on my own David.' He 
said.

He didn't move from where he was standing and he said no 
more. I looked at him and said nothing, just taking in 
the sight of him.

'You look marvellous, Pete, absolutely bloody 
marvellous.' 

And he did. He wore a very tight white T-shirt with long 
sleeves. At his neck was a simple silver chain; through 
his longer hair, I caught sight of hanging earrings. The 
short and close-fitting miniskirt gave way to his nylon 
clad legs. The sound he had made walking down the hall 
was caused by the high heeled shoes he was wearing.

At any other time, or in any other circumstance, I would 
have found this amusing. However whether it was the 
closeness of him or that we'd been close together, I 
found nothing comical in it at all. He looked superb. He 
walked towards me.

'I felt nervous about you seeing me like this.' He said.

'Your nervousness is misplaced Pete.'

I moved toward him, and pulled him to me and kissed him. 
He held me to him and we stayed joined like this for a 
minute or so. He pulled away slightly to look at me.

'How about you pour me a drink?' He said. 'Shall we take 
them through to the sitting room?'

'I'll bring them in.' I said.

He turned and I watched him walk out of the room 
revelling in the noise of his heels on the stone floor. 
I poured another two drinks, took a swig of mine and 
then topped it up again. I was somewhat in shock. I took 
the drinks through into the sitting room where he was 
standing by the fireplace. I placed the drinks on the 
low table and sat down on the sofa. He picked up his 
drink and sat down in the chair opposite me. His 
movements were graceful but making no attempt at false 
feminism. He sat down and elegantly crossed his legs 
while looking at me. I noticed then that he was wearing 
hold-up stockings.

In any other situation I would have found the whole 
scene ludicrous, but I felt no such thing.

'You don't think this odd David?' He asked.

'No, not at all Pete. It bothers me not; you look great 
and, I have to say, highly desirable.'

'Oh good.' He said. 'I felt this was rather a gamble.'

We sat in silence for a couple of minutes and then I 
said that I would go and set the table in the kitchen 
for our meal. As I did so I heard him coming along the 
hallway and into the kitchen, his empty glass in his 
hand. I asked if he would like another and he said he 
would and walked slowly towards me proffering the glass. 
He moved well and now with an obvious confidence. I 
topped up his glass, and mine, and he suggested opening 
a second bottle. I agreed and watched him as he turned, 
walked to the fridge, bent over to retrieve the bottle, 
close the fridge door and moved to open it at a nearby 
worktop. He turned, looked me and smiled.

'I see I'm having an effect.' He said with a smile, 
glancing at my erection, obvious through my trousers.

I was about to say something, I know not what, when 
there was an enormous clap of thunder followed quickly 
by an intense lightning flash. The lights went out and 
we stood in darkness for a few seconds and the lights 
came back on again, flickered, went off and then came 
back on again. Pete said it wasn't unusual in these 
parts and carried on unconcerned. I shrugged and carried 
on setting the table. Pete however did locate a candle, 
lit it and placed it on the table. I suggested we 
switched off the light and Pete agreed.

We sat down and spent a considerable time over a very 
pleasant candle-lit meal. We talked about many things 
and relaxed in each other's company, neither of us fazed 
by the situation in which we found ourselves. In 
retrospect I think my whole countenance was more tuned 
to being in female company, obviously triggered by 
Pete's appearance. Pete was his usual self but perhaps 
moving slightly more delicately; for example, I noticed 
that he picked up his glass and replaced it gently and 
rather precisely back in the same place and he sipped 
rather than drank his wine as I was doing, and as I had 
seen him do in the past. Other than this, nothing seemed 
particularly unusual.

We finished the second bottle of wine and agreed that we 
had both eaten and drank enough. We cleared away the 
supper things together chattering as we did so. The 
storm, which had abated during our meal, returned. It 
seemed closer now and the lightning more frequent. As we 
finished clearing up the supper things we seemed to 
silently and mutually agree that we were heading for 
bed.

I followed him up the stairs catching glimpses of the 
stocking tops as I did so. By the time we got to the 
bedroom my erection was almost painful. We didn't put 
the light on, there was little need. The occasional 
glimpses of the moon through the scudding clouds and the 
sheet lightning served to momentarily illuminate the 
room. The heat and humidity of the air remained however 
and Pete opened the window letting in the noise of the 
storm, but not the rain. I walked up and stood closely 
behind him as we both watched the storm through the open 
window. I pulled him closely to me and I felt him press 
his arse against my hard cock.

I pulled away slightly unclipped the waistband of his 
miniskirt and slid the zip down. I let it drop and he 
stepped out of it letting his shoes go as he did so.

'Keep your shoes on.' I said.

As I stepped back to let him pick the shoes up I noticed 
he was wearing a thong. I have to say, that it looked so 
good and it turned me on even further. He put his shoes 
back on and we stood for while looking at the storm 
saying nothing. I broke the silence by telling him to 
stay there. I turned and picked up the tube of lube from 
beside the bed. I pulled off my shirt and stepped out of 
my trousers. I put a generous amount of lube in the palm 
of my hand and walked back towards Pete stroking my 
penis as I did so, covering the full length of it with 
lube.

Pete leaned on the windowsill as if looking at the view 
down the garden. His legs clad in the hold-up stockings 
looked good, the length of them accentuated by the high 
heeled shoes. The sight of his arse with the thong 
cutting between the cheeks looked so inviting. I stood 
behind him, reached forward and pulled the thong to one 
side. I squeezed the lube directly onto the opening of 
his arse and worked it around the entrance with my 
finger, sliding it in a few times, feeling him move 
against it each time I did so.

Placing the tube to one side, I pressed the head of my 
cock against the lubricated opening of his arse. I 
pressed forward and he pressed back against me and I 
entered him in one smooth movement. I heard a sharp 
intake of breath from him and I gripped hold of his hips 
and pulled him hard back onto me. As I did, a huge flash 
of lightning lit the garden at the same time as the 
storm picked up its tempo.

I'm not sure if I was driven by the ferocity of the 
storm or his eager movements against my thrusts. What I 
am sure of however was that rather than making love to 
him, my movements were driven by pure lust as I drove 
hungrily into him. The storm I thought must have played 
some part; the intermittent moon, the thunder, the 
sporadic flashes of lightning and the sheer noise and 
smell of the rain as it roared down all seem to drive me 
back and forth vigorously into him. I heard him grunt 
occasionally and I slowed momentarily before picking up 
the pace again. I doubt it was more than five minutes 
that we were joined but I had no intention of slowing 
down or stopping before I reached the inevitable end. 
When that end came, I rammed into him as hard as I have 
ever rammed into anybody. I heard a strangled cry from 
him and felt the warmth of fluid splash on my legs and 
feet. Pete was cumming too.

We stayed joined until we reached our respective end. 
Whilst Pete had the support of the windowsill I had 
nothing but my trembling legs and I leaned to the side 
and pulled the wooden chair toward me and behind me. As 
I moved back to sit on it I held Pete to me so that we 
stayed joined, I sat down, bringing him with me. We sat 
still joined for a few minutes until my cock softened 
and fell from his arse. He stood up, turned around, 
looked at me as he peeled away and stepped out of his 
soaked thong. He then moved and sat astride me. He 
looked at me in a way that I could only describe as 
fondly; he said nothing, just looking into my face while 
brushing the hair away from my forehead. As the noise of 
the storm abated, he broke his silence.

'I think it can safely be said that I have just been 
thoroughly fucked.' He said softly, smiling at me.

'I have to say that I was none too gentle. I hope I 
didn't hurt you?' I said.

He shook his head. 'No, not at all David, not at all. In 
fact, you hit my prostate and that's certainly a first 
for me'.

He moved slightly on my lap as he was talking and I was 
conscious that we were both slippery from each others 
cum. I pulled him toward me and we stayed for several 
minutes just holding each other as the storm blew itself 
out and we were left with just the sound of gentle rain.

I suggested we shower before going to bed and he agreed. 
We washed each other, just generally touching as we did 
so. We dried off and climbed the stairs to bed. I got 
into bed and Peter got in beside me and, as if by some 
unspoken signal, came toward me and I held him in my 
arms, his head on my shoulder. He went to speak and then 
obviously thought better of it and remained silent.

'Go on,' I whispered, 'say what you were going to say.'

He seemed to gather his thoughts, took a breath as if to 
speak and then clearly changed his mind.

'You don't have to be bothered about what I think or 
feel.' I said. 'At my age I'm quite unshockable and have 
no hang-ups whatsoever so feel free to speak openly.'

He took a deep breath and then paused.

'Am I allowed to fall in love with you?' He said; it 
came out in a querulous rush.

I hesitated and chose my words carefully. 'I can't stop 
you,' I said softly, 'but my personal situation won't 
change, nor do I want it to. Since meeting you I've had 
to readmit to myself that I'm bisexual, and I am 
comfortable with that. Those feelings have been 
repressed for a long time as you know, but in the 
meantime I have grown very fond of you and the way we 
are together. However, I still love and desire my wife. 
It's not that I don't feel anything towards you; I do in 
fact feel a great deal, but I do know that is not love.'

'I understand that David.'

We didn't talk again; we stayed silent holding each 
other until we both drifted off to sleep. He woke me a 
couple of times during the night turning and mumbling in 
his sleep but I didn't stay awake for long.

We awoke at much the same time quite early in the 
morning. We looked at each other silently and then I 
turned around and lay on my side; I pulled him toward me 
and took his penis in my mouth. He reacted by doing the 
same to me. By some unspoken mutual agreement we lay 
closely like that for some time sucking and stroking 
each other to solid erections and mutually accepting 
that we would stay like this until completion. Peter 
started to cum first and I followed quickly thereafter. 
I enjoyed the feeling of his warm cum jetting into my 
mouth and I kept moving him in and out of it, lubricated 
by his cum. At the same time, I was conscious of me 
emptying into him and he fondling my balls as I did so. 
When we had finished I rolled over on my back and he 
changed position and lay on top of me. We kissed; 
sliding our lips together and savouring the taste and 
intimacy of what we had just done.

Eventually, we got up and showered. Afterwards, as I 
packed my case, Peter made a simple breakfast of orange 
juice, toast and coffee. We sat opposite each other at 
the kitchen table saying a word or two whilst we ate our 
breakfast.

'Will you still come down in September as we originally 
arranged?' Peter asked.

'Yes, of course I will if you would really like that. It 
will probably be towards the end of the month if that 
suits you.' I replied.

'I would really like that David.' There was a sound of 
relief in his voice. He hesitated, and then said, 'I 
just thought I might frighten you off by saying what I 
did last night.'

'You didn't put me off at all,' I said, 'I just wanted 
to be clear about my feelings and about yours toward 
me.'

He visibly relaxed, and reached over and held my hand in 
his and smiled at me. He said nothing, he didn't need 
to; we had silently agreed that this is how it was to 
be.

I said it was time I should go and he looked slightly 
sad but nodded his acquiescence. I picked up my case and 
we moved toward the door; before he opened it he stopped 
and turned to face me. I put down my case and pulled him 
toward me; we hugged for a short while and then kissed. 
I said goodbye and he did the same. I noticed that his 
eyes were slightly moist but I said nothing. I walked to 
the car and threw my bag into the back, got into it, put 
my seatbelt on and started it. I dropped the window down 
and gave a small wave. He gave a short wave and a slight 
smile in return. I turned the car around, and with a 
final raising of my hand, drove away to my other life.

As I passed through the village, I saw Alan on the 
pavement and I raised my hand in greeting as I passed 
him. In my rear view mirror I saw him look at the car 
but he made no acknowledgement and I realised that of 
course he wouldn't recognise it.

The journey home was uneventful. I was slightly thankful 
that my wife was out when I arrived; it gave me time to 
compose myself while settling back in at home. When she 
arrived she was pleased to see me and said I looked 
well, saying it must be the sea air and exercise. She 
asked after Peter and I said he was well and that he 
sent his regards. She asked if I'd been comfortable in 
his house and was it a nice place to stay. I said it 
was, and we got on well and I'd had a very enjoyable 
time. I also said that it would still be nice to return 
again at the end of September and that Pete had offered 
me accommodation if I did. She remarked that he was a 
kind man and how she would like to meet him again and 
suggested that we ask him to visit us sometime later in 
the year. I gave a non-committal response, something 
along the lines of that it would be a good idea and left 
it at that.

I had returned once more to married life.

The author would be pleased to receive constructive 
feedback and also if you liked the story. I apologise 
for any remaining undiscovered typos.

Mr BS. (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

To be continued?

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