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A Welcome Return - 3
by Mr. Blue Skies (mr_blue_skies@hotmail.co.uk)

***

An adult man returns to long suppressed feelings 
following a chance encounter. Parts 1 & 2 are available 
in Directory 70. (MM, bi, oral, anal, cd)

***

Author Note: I would be pleased to receive constructive 
feedback and also if you liked the story. I apologise in 
advance for any undiscovered typos, despite the proof 
readings, 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.

***

PART 3

September came and went without meeting, just e-mail 
contact. My work was the reason I couldn't get down to 
visit Pete any earlier and eventually, a couple of weeks 
into October, I floated the idea to my wife that I'd 
like visit Wales again before winter setting in. She 
readily agreed and I contacted Pete to see if it was 
convenient for me to visit for a couple of days. I said 
that I could do a couple of days during the week rather 
than the weekend if that was suitable for him. He 
replied that it was and that he would be only too 
pleased to see me.

I set off quite early in the day hoping to be with him 
by lunchtime. The weekday traffic was light and arrived 
at about midday. As I drew at his cottage door opened 
and he came out to greet me. I got out of the car and he 
insisted on carrying my bag in for me. He indicated that 
I went in first and he followed me in, closed the door, 
dropped my bag on the floor and, in a move that 
surprised me, unhesitatingly kissed me fully on my 
mouth.

'My God, I've missed you.' He said softly.

'I've missed you too Pete,' I said 'I'm sorry is taken 
so long; I have been so busy but I couldn't leave it any 
longer as I wanted to get here before the end of 
autumn.'

He asked me if I was hungry. I said I wasn't and then he 
looked directly at me and asked if we go to bed right 
now. I asked if he wanted a shower first. He just shook 
his head and said he couldn't wait and wanted the raw 
taste of me. He turned and went upstairs and I followed.

It was a race who got undressed first. We fell onto the 
bed and immediately Pete went down on my hardening 
penis, taking it straight into his mouth, moaning softly 
as he did so. He paused and then pulled me nearly all 
the way out before plunging his head down on me again. 
He did this a couple of times more and then took me 
fully out of his mouth.

'I needed that.' He gasped, and then plunged me into his 
mouth again.

He didn't stop again even I told him I was about to cum. 
As I erupted into his mouth, he grunted and milked my 
penis in time with each spasm. When I had finished, he 
let me fall out of his mouth, moved on top of me and 
kissed me. After a couple minutes or so he rolled off 
and we lay side-by-side.

'It wasn't quite the immediate welcome I expected.' I 
said, smiling at him. 'However, it was the most pleasant 
one I've had.'

I moved down the bed pausing to gently pinch each of his 
nipples in turn between my lips. I continued on down and 
took him into my mouth, tasting the saltiness of his 
precum. When he was hard, I moved to sit astride him and 
he slid effortlessly into me as I lowered myself onto 
him.

Wordlessly, and as I looked into his eyes and smiled, I 
moved gently up and down upon him; I didn't pause or 
change my pace, I just kept moving and watching his face 
looking for the signs until eventually I could see that 
he was going to cum. As his penis jerked inside me with 
his first spasm, I let my weight rest completely upon 
him, burying him as deep in me as he was able. I felt 
the warm rush of his cum as it entered me and I revelled 
in the intimacy of the feeling.

Once he had stilled, I leaned forward and we kissed 
gently for half a minute or so until my arse muscles 
rejected his softening penis. I lifted myself clear of 
him and suggested we take a shower.

We showered together soaping each other and then drying 
each other off. By the time we were dried and dressed, 
the daylight was starting to fade. I suggested that I 
walk to the village and pickup something to cook the 
supper. He quickly agreed suggested a couple of items 
and I headed off.

I picked up all the items plus a couple of bottles of 
wine; as I turned to leave the shop I thought I 
recognised someone on the opposite side of the road. 
After a brief uncertainty I realised that it was Alan, 
whom I had met on a previous visit; his appearance had 
changed in that his hair was very much shorter, almost 
shaved. I raised my hand in recognition; he hesitated 
and then obviously recognised me and raised his hand in 
return. 

I crossed the road, shook his hand and said hello, 
explaining that I was down for a couple of days and I 
just popped out to get things for our evening meal. For 
some reason, the thought crossed my mind to ask him to 
join us but then I instantly dismissed it as being 
inappropriate to ask somebody to another person's house. 
We exchanged pleasantries for a couple of minutes and I 
then took my leave and headed back Pete's house.

When I got back I told Pete that I'd met Alan. He 
replied, somewhat obliquely, that he'd started to tutor 
Alan as he had mentioned last time I had visited. I 
asked him how it was going and he said quite well but he 
was still a little nervous and remained tainted by the 
unpleasant experience he had previously. 

I suggested that Pete asked Alan to join us this evening 
for supper; he knew I was here so it would be a 
perfectly natural thing to do. He hesitated and then, 
almost reluctantly, agreed. He went out into the hall 
and made a call and came back and said Alan would be 
pleased to come and would be here at around seven.

It turned out to be a most pleasant evening. The food 
was good, as was the company and the more the wine 
flowed, the livelier and more open conversation became. 
Alan expanded upon his studies and praised the tutorship 
of Peter who reacted with somewhat embarrassed pride and 
responded that Alan was a model student. There was one 
small hiatus however, when Peter asked me where I'd put 
the first draft of the novel he was writing. 

I replied casually that I'd returned it to our bedroom 
where I'd found it. The use of 'our' instead of 'your' 
was not lost on Alan who I notice flushed a little and 
he stammered over the next few sentences but Peter 
didn't appear to notice. However, conversation picked up 
again as Alan asked about the novel and Peter told him a 
little about it and that he was taking the first draft 
to a prospective publisher the day after tomorrow when I 
was going to drop him off at the railway station as I 
left to return home.

Eventually we all agreed that we'd had enough to eat and 
took our brandies and coffee through to the sitting room 
where earlier I had lit a fire in the grate. Autumn was 
rapidly drawing in and the day had been noticeably 
cooler.

After an hour or so, Alan realised the time and how late 
it had got and said he should leave. As he was preparing 
to go we became aware that the night had not only turned 
cold but it was raining heavily so I offered to take him 
home. He hesitated, asking if I was okay to drive as we 
had quite a bit to drink. I said I appreciated his 
concerns but I take the small chance and I was quite 
prepared to drive him home.

He said his goodbye and thanked Peter and we set off for 
the short journey. No sooner had I pulled out onto the 
main road than he asked me quite directly if he'd heard 
me correctly during the evening and that Peter and I 
shared a room when I visited. I told him quite candidly 
that we did and it was an arrangement that we were both 
mutually content with. I explained that Peter wanted 
discretion and I, being married, did too. He was silent 
for a while until, equally directly, I asked him if he 
felt uncomfortable about the arrangement? He hesitated 
and then replied that he didn't feel uncomfortable about 
it at all. He paused for a second and said that in fact, 
he rather envied us. I said nothing further and neither 
did he.

I pulled into the darkened parking area by his house. He 
explained his parents were away and he was on his own 
for the next few days. As he reached for the door handle 
I placed my hand on his arm.

'Why do you envy us both?' I asked him.

He thought from moment, and then said, 'It looks like 
you have a nice relationship. You are both clearly 
comfortable in one another's company and have the 
security of knowing that your arrangement is 
confidential. I find Peter most appealing both in his 
kind manner and his gentleness.'

He hesitated and then continued.

'Also, he clearly enjoys your company and having spent 
an evening with you I can appreciate why. So that's why 
I envy you both, both together and singly; I envy you 
spending the night with Peter and I envy Peter spending 
the night with you.'

He stopped and was silent for several seconds; I didn't 
break the silence because I felt there was something he 
wanted to add. He turned and reached for the door handle 
again then stopped and turned to face me.

'I would gladly change places with either of you 
tonight.' He said, and turned to go.

'Wait.' I said.

He turned to face me again. He anticipated my intention. 
He moved slightly toward me as I moved closer to him and 
kissed him. His evident hunger took me by surprise; he 
returned my kiss fiercely his tongue pressing between my 
lips. As I responded his hand felt for, and strongly 
gripped, my rapidly hardening penis. After a few seconds 
he released my cock and took hold of my right hand and 
pulled it on to his crotch. 

I had forgotten how much harder a young man's erection 
can be, not only that, it felt surprisingly large. I 
stroked his cock for few seconds until he quickly broke 
our kiss, grabbed my hand and pushed it away. He let go 
of my hand and flopped back into the passenger seat 
breathing heavily, almost gasping for breath. The whole 
episode had lasted not much longer than half a minute or 
so. 

I said nothing as I collected my thoughts together and 
Alan's breathing quietened.

'That wasn't meant to happen David, sorry.' He said 
quietly.

'You don't have to apologise.' I said. 'I instigated 
it.' I hesitated and Alan waited silently, anticipating 
that I had something to add.

'Would you have wished it to be Peter rather than me?' I 
asked.

'Right now, it could have gladly been either of you. I 
was envious of you both this evening just seeing how 
well you both naturally get on together. You are both so 
at ease in each other's company.' He hesitated, and then 
continued, 'When I realised that you both share the same 
bed I was hit by confusion and jealousy. Confusion 
because I was admiring you both as regular sort of guys, 
but also jealousy, as I have to admit to my increasing 
feelings toward Peter, feelings which I thought would 
not be welcomed by him. And now you've beaten me to it.'

Again he went to leave the car and again I asked him to 
wait. I was silent as I carefully chose my words.

'Remember Alan, the relationship between Pete and me is 
occasional. I have only recently stayed with him and 
with the full knowledge and consent of my wife; however, 
she clearly is unaware of our relationship. You, on the 
other hand, are here all the time and are being tutored 
by Pete. He is clearly relaxed in your company and you 
are comfortable in his. 

In his past he had a very bad experience by mistaking 
the signals given out by a younger man and he will be 
reluctant to ever make such a move again. If you would 
like to build some sort of relationship with Peter then 
it will be up to you to make it quite clear to him that 
it is what you would like. There is no point in being 
ambiguous or coy; he will need an explicit signal from 
you as he will never make the first move.'

'And what about you, David?' He asked.

'I am quite relaxed about it. It will be some time 
before I or my wife would legitimately head down here 
again, probably not until Easter at least. I have no 
claim on Pete and we both appreciate the situation we 
are in can only be temporary. My advice to you is to 
make a careful but unambiguous move towards Peter. He 
will not expect me to return any time soon which will 
give you both time to form some sort of bond. If it 
happens, that will be good and I won't interfere or ask 
to visit him again. We do talk quite frequently on the 
'phone in between my visits so I will get hints from him 
if things take off, or otherwise, between you two.'

'Thank you David,' he said, 'I appreciate you being so 
candid. And now I shouldn't delay you any further.' He 
reached the door handle again and this time opened the 
door. He got out and turned around to close the door. 
Has he did so, he lent down and peered back into the 
car. 'Would you like to call in here and have coffee 
with me after taking Peter to the station before you 
head for home?'

'That's very kind of you Alan, I'd like that very much.' 
I said.

He closed the door and I turned the car around and 
headed off back to Peter's cottage. On the short journey 
back I mused over the conversation and the kiss - 
especially the kiss. 

When I arrived back at the cottage I was still highly 
aroused and wet with precum. I locked the car and walked 
into the house. The hall and kitchen were in darkness. I 
locked the outside door; as my eyes accustomed to the 
gloom I could make out features toward the sitting-room 
where the fire was still obviously lit. I assumed that 
Peter had gone to bed in the meantime; I peered into the 
room to see if the fire was safe to be left for the 
night.

'I was going to dress for you before you got back but 
this is as far as I got.' He said softly. 'Actually, I'm 
rather pissed.'

The room was lit only by the flames from the fire. He 
lay stretched on his back on the rug in front of the 
fire, his shoulders and head supported by three or four 
pillows. The flames gave a wonderful warm glow to his 
naked body and I noticed the shadow his erection cast 
across his hips. Wordlessly, he reached behind him and 
pulled out another pillow and placed it with the others. 

I undressed without taking my eyes from him, marvelling 
how good he looked. He gave a sharp intake of breath as 
my cock sprang free from the restraints of my briefs. He 
lifted his brandy glass in a silent toast to it, smiled 
and sipped at the glass. He reached to one side and 
picked up my glass, still full, and offered it to me.

I knelt down beside him and took the glass. We touched 
glasses and each took a sip of the warm brandy. I held 
my glass low down and taking hold of my hard cock dipped 
it fully into the glass and gave the brandy a couple of 
swirls and then placed the glass on the hearth. I turned 
to him and put my brandy soaked cock into his mouth. He 
let out a low moan as he sucked hungrily upon it and I 
revelled in the warmth of his mouth and the sensation of 
his tongue across the head of it.

He pulled me out of his mouth. 'Do that again David, 
please.'

I repeated it twice more and then pulled away.

'Give me your glass David.'

I handed it to him and he in return offered me his. He 
raised his glass.

'To us and here's to another great night together.'

We touched glasses and both finished our respective 
brandy in one generous gulp.

I reached for his empty glass, took it from him and put 
them to one side on the hearth. I got up and put another 
couple of logs onto the fire. I stood for a few seconds 
over him slowly stroking myself and spreading my copious 
precum over the head of my penis until it glistened in 
the light of the fire. I sat down on the floor by him 
and then lay over him and kissed him firmly on his lips. 
It was my hope that this would be the prelude to some 
good raw sex; it was more than just at the sight of 
Peter naked on the floor in front of the fire, I was 
still aroused by the encounter with Alan.

What followed was indeed some good sex. There was a lot 
of close body contact with hard kissing. We rolled, 
fondled, squeezed, gripped, probed, bit and sucked in 
completely uninhibited passion. To an observer it would 
have looked as if we are wrestling or fighting for real; 
in fact, it was driven by nothing more than unbounded 
lust. Occasionally each would tease the opening of the 
other's arse with the heads of our wet cocks then we 
would breakaway to resume our tumbling with each other.

The evening ended with both of us showering together. 
Peter lent back against the wall with a smile on his 
face as I washed his torso and then shampooed my cum out 
of his hair. I lent forward onto the wall Peter washed 
my back and cleaned the cleft of my arse where he had 
cum inadvertently when he teased me with his cock. 
Afterwards, we dried each other and went up to our room. 
We lay together for a few minutes holding each other. 

Peter reached up and gently kissed me and fondled my 
penis; I think he was a little surprised that I reacted 
almost immediately. He slid down the bed and I felt the 
warmth of his lips around my cock. He sucked me very 
gently for a couple of minutes before I stopped him and 
pulled him back up beside me. I reached into the bedside 
cabinet and pulled out the lube; as I did so he rolled 
over face down.

I lubricated his opening and then pushed a finger inside 
him; he moaned softly and pushed back against it. I 
spread a little more lube over my penis and knelt 
between his parted legs. As I went to lay on top of him, 
he reached behind him and guided my penis to the opening 
of his arse. I gave a couple of short strokes and then 
was fully into him.

We lay still for a while and then, over not a little 
time, we made love.

We awoke late in the morning. We hadn't planned to do 
anything for the day but I felt the need for some air 
and exercise and Pete agreed, but on one condition he 
said. As he said it turned over on his back and kicked 
off the sheets to expose his rigid cock. I smiled and 
said it was a deal and then spent a pleasurable few 
minutes making love to his cock with my mouth. He gasped 
my name as the moment arrived but I didn't move and 
tasted the rush of his warm cum into my mouth. 

After I milked the last of it from him, I moved up the 
bed and lay on top of him and we kissed. After a minute 
or so he said that I'd kept my part of the bargain and 
yes, let's get up and get out into the hills.

On the way out we saw Alan but he didn't see us. I 
remarked to Peter what a pleasant evening we had last 
night and what a nice guy Alan is. He gave a 
noncommittal reply but I know I saw a quick look of 
pleasure flash across his face. We parked and took our 
usual walk across the hill but moving quite quickly 
towards the pub as it was cold and we needed to keep 
moving. We had on reasonable wet gear so we were warm 
enough and it only rained intermittently. 

We had a decent lunch at the pub, a couple of beers and 
then set off almost immediately back to the car as 
already the light was changing and neither of us had any 
desire to be in the Welsh hills at night. As we drove 
back I asked Pete if he would like me to get some food 
for dinner that I could cook, but he said he'd already 
got enough in so we headed straight to his cottage.

After we had showered, Peter asked what I would like for 
dinner and rattled off a few suggestions. I turned in 
reply and said I would like to cook our meal and light 
the fire in the sitting room; in the meantime, I would 
like him to dress especially for me for the evening.

'Would you genuinely like that, David?' He asked.

'I would Peter, very much. Take your time, there's no 
rush, take as long as you like.'

I handed him a large class of chilled white wine. He 
smiled, and took it from me and then turned and headed 
out of the kitchen and I heard him ascend the stairs.

He took me at my word and by the time I heard him 
walking back toward the kitchen I had completed most of 
the cooking meal and also imbibed a couple of large 
glasses of wine. So much so, that I'd opened another to 
have with our meal.

I heard his footsteps coming along the hall and then 
stop in the doorway but he said nothing; I slowly turned 
around trying not to appear too eager. The sight of him 
certainly was worth the wait.

His longer hair had been clipped back revealing a pair 
of long hanging glass earrings. An impossibly tight 
white T-shirt had some form to it, giving him the 
appearance of having very small breasts. Between the hem 
of the T-shirt and the belt of an impossibly short 
miniskirt was exposed a good six inches of midriff. The 
skirt ended a couple of inches below the slight bulge of 
this constrained penis. 

I could just slightly see the top this hold-up 
stockings; I allowed my gaze to follow the line of his 
legs to incredibly high-heeled shoes. The overall effect 
was quite literally breathtaking; the shoes gave him a 
height equal to mine. The tight T-shirt skirt gave the 
impression of slenderness accentuated by the small hint 
of breasts. I looked, clearly in awe, and was genuinely 
dumbstruck.

He walked slowly towards me, his heels clicking 
seductively on the stone floor, and stopped a foot or so 
away from me. He stood looking at me for a second and 
then stepped toward me placing his hands on my shoulders 
and pulled me towards him. We kissed softly for a few 
seconds and then he let me go and stepped back.

'Aren't you going to say anything?' He said, smiling 
mischievously.

I shook my head slightly. 'Amazing, absolutely bloody 
amazing.' I said somewhat inadequately. I moved towards 
him but he took a step back.

'Patience.' He said smiling. 'Later. You can have me 
later.'

And so by mutual agreement we continued to prepare our 
evening meal. I finished the cooking whilst Peter set 
the table and poured some more wine. I was struck how 
feminine his movements were and how assured he was and 
comfortable in his manner of dressing. As we ate, 
conversation was quite natural; he asked about my wife 
and about my work and I in turn asked about his 
tutoring. When I mentioned the tutoring, he arched his 
eyes slightly looking quite coy and I felt then that 
there was a little more than he cared to admit about his 
feelings between him and Alan. 

It genuinely felt as being sat across the table and 
talking to a woman. I was enthralled by his confidence 
and feminine movements such as slowly shaking his head 
and eyeing me archly almost in a flirting manner. It was 
an evening of promise, of things to come and I was in no 
hurry to finish the meal, after all, we had all night. 
Also, in my mind I was formulating some thoughts which 
had gathered in my head and which grew stronger and more 
resolved as the evening progressed.

After a couple of hours we finished the meal. I 
suggested to Peter that he checked the fire in the 
sitting room as I cleared the table. He rose slowly and 
I was reminded pleasurably the added height that his 
shoes gave him. He also, rather decorously, adjusted the 
hem of the skirt which had ridden up as he sat giving me 
a glimpse of the tops of his hold-up stockings. As 
walked away from me he looked over shoulder and caught 
me gazing at him; he gave a wonderful smile and then 
turned and walked away. I cleared the table and went to 
join him in the sitting room.

He was sitting by the fire in one of the wooden high 
backed chairs. He was sitting slightly sideways with his 
legs crossed, his arms resting on the arms of the chair. 
At first sight, and with only the flames of fire giving 
light to the room, anyone could have been forgiven for 
thinking they were looking at tall, slender and elegant 
woman. I sat down opposite him in the larger chair and 
raised my glass in his direction. I told him again how 
lovely he looked and thanked him for making such an 
effort just for me. He smiled and said the taken great 
pleasure in dressing for me.

There was a moment of silence as we sipped our wine and 
he placed his empty glass on the hearth and stood up. He 
stood looking at me for a short while as I admired him 
from my sitting position. He then slowly walked to my 
chair and turned around and sat down softly in my lap. I 
put my glass down and slid my arm around him and pulled 
him gently to one side and we kissed; as we did so his 
free hand slid on my chest across my shoulder and to the 
back of my head holding me there as our tongues met. 

It was a most sensual kiss, one full of latent passion 
and my excitement arose, as did my erection. Peter must 
have felt it as he moaned slightly and squirmed 
slightly, pressing himself to me. As we kissed I slid my 
hand up and across his chest pausing slightly at the 
slight swell and feel of his 'breasts'. He broke the 
kiss and pulled slightly away.

'Do you like them?' He murmured.

'Very much.' I whispered.

We kissed and fondled for a while and then I slowly slid 
my hand up his leg and under the skirt. The reason for 
the slight bulge showing through his skirt became 
apparent; he was wearing what appeared to be a very 
tight pair of briefs. He broke our kiss and stood up. He 
took a couple of paces away and then turned to face me; 
as he did so he undid the belt of his skirt and let it 
fall to the floor where he deftly, and in his feminine 
way, stepped out of it and kicked it to one side.

'I wanted to look feminine for you so I chose these; 
they are specially made for just this purpose. Do you 
like them?'

I nodded. They certainly did look good. They must have 
been latex or some such material as they looked 
impossibly tight, all but concealing the bulge of his 
penis. As I looked he put his thumb into the waistband 
at either hip and went to pull them down.

'Wait!' I said, 'I'll undress you when I'm good and 
ready.'

'I love the macho side of you, David.' I noticed how his 
voice wavered when he said it. I decided then that I was 
going to direct what was to come.

Initially, it wasn't domination insomuch that I took the 
lead by mutual consent. Lit only by the light from the 
fire, and in total contrast to the previous evening, we 
had silent and tender sex. It was passionate not so much 
physically but of two people comfortable enough with 
each other to feel able to express their feelings 
frankly. 

I was the more directional one, rather by implication 
than by directness as I either lay on Peter or pulled 
him on top of me. Although we mutually turned around and 
lay side-by-side to suck and fondle each other. He 
particularly enjoyed it when I lay him on his back and 
then knelt over him and offered my penis to his mouth 
before I lent forward and took his penis in my mouth; 
from his reaction, I think it appealed to his desire for 
another take control. This was all done virtual silence.

I rolled off him and sat beside him. I was completely 
naked. I had removed his latex briefs but had left the 
stockings and the T-shirt; the latter because I enjoyed 
the swell and the hint of breasts. I took hold of his 
penis, milked a globule of pre-cum from it and spread it 
over its head with my thumb then slowly and gently 
started masturbating him. He lay back and closed his 
eyes. I waited a few seconds as he relaxed.

'Keep your eyes closed Peter. Do you understand me?'

'Yes.' He whispered.

I waited again for a few seconds.

'Keeping your eyes closed Peter, imagine this is Alan 
doing this to you.'

He took a sharp intake of breath and opened his eyes.

'Keep them closed!' I said sharply.

He closed his eyes, albeit after a moment's hesitation.

'Now, Peter, remember, this is Alan slowly stroking your 
hard penis. You're hard because of him, not David, but 
Alan. Tell me Peter, how does it feel now?'

He was quiet for nearly half a minute. His breathing was 
little unsteady and his eyes remained obediently closed.

'It feels nice.' He whispered almost inaudibly.

'Say it again properly.' I commanded and squeezed his 
penis firmly.

He hesitated again for quite a few seconds.

'It feels nice.' He hesitated for a very short time and 
then said 'It feels lovely, Alan.'

I told him keep his eyes closed and I shifted my 
position and, as I continued stroking him, I kissed him. 
He returned it quite fervently, all the time keeping his 
eyes closed. 

I stood up to stand over him, my cock wet with pre-cum. 
In the silence that followed he opened his eyes and 
looked up at me.

'Kneel in front of me and then close your eyes.' I 
commanded.

He did so, this time with little or no hesitation.

I moved my hips slightly so the tip of my penis brushed 
his lips. Obediently he opened his mouth and his hands 
clasped each of my buttocks; with his eyes shut, he 
moved back and forth taking me fully into his mouth. I 
reached down and held his shoulders.

'Think of it is Alan's hard cock that you are sucking.' 
I said firmly. 'Imagine you are giving Alan a great blow 
job' I said with a harsh edge to my voice.

He hesitated. I responded by moving my hand to the back 
of his head and pushed my cock almost fully into his 
mouth. He grunted and I heard him take a sharp intake of 
breath through his nostrils. I let go of his head. He 
then moved his hand from my buttock, gripped my penis 
and with his eyes firmly shut he stroked and sucked on 
my penis for all he was worth. As he did so I muttered 
endearments to him telling him he was a good boy, how 
lovely he is, how good his lips feel on my cock and how 
I was looking forward to making love to his gorgeous 
arse.

I pulled away from him. He opened his eyes and looked up 
at me; I told him to lie face-down on the rug. When he 
was settled I lay full length along him and kissed the 
back of his neck and shoulders. After half a minute or 
so I lifted myself off him and stood up.

'Alan is going to get the lube from your bedroom.' I 
said and left the room. I went upstairs and found the 
tube and returned to the sitting room.

Peter was lying in front of the fire as I had left him 
but I noticed that he had parted his legs in 
anticipation. I said nothing as I applied some lube to 
the head of my cock and then knelt beside him and spread 
some on to the opening of his arse. I took a generous 
amount onto my two middle fingers and pushed them and 
the lube fully into him; he gasped as I did so.

As I knelt between his legs he raised his arse slightly 
to meet me. I hesitated and looked down on him and had 
to admit myself he made a wonderful sight. However, I 
was resolved in what I'd set out to do. I knew that I 
would miss our times together but I also knew it was 
best that he had some future with someone else. Our 
relationship could only ever have been transient and I 
think he appreciated that as much as I did.

Pushing my thoughts to one side, I leaned forward and 
pressed the head of my cock gently into his waiting 
arse. When I had my weight on both arms I pushed fully 
into him in one movement. I took some pleasure from 
hearing him gasp as I filled him.

'Alan is going to make love to you tonight, Peter'. I 
said softly.

He didn't immediately respond and then muttered 
something inaudible.

'I didn't hear you Peter'.

'I'd rather it was you, David'. He said softly. 'Please, 
can't it be you?'

I didn't answer, but by way of making some response I 
delivered three or four firm thrusts into him and was 
again satisfied to hear him gasp when I was at my 
deepest inside him.

'Now Peter, that was me. From now on think of me and 
talk to me as if I am Alan. Your young Alan. The Alan 
who desires you as much as I do. Your Alan who I am sure 
comes here not just for free tuition. Think about that 
Peter. Think about that as we make love.'

And so we continued, with me on top of him and stopping 
occasionally and talking to him softly reminding him 
that I was Alan. After a while he started to respond in 
a like manner. He called me Alan, told me how he liked 
my dominance of him, how he looked forward to me coming 
to his house for tuition and how he wished I (Alan) 
would make some form of unambiguous sign that I (Alan) 
felt the same. 

As he was saying these things, I responded in kind and 
picked up my pace moving in and out of him. After 
several minutes I pulled out of him to apply more lube 
to both of us before continuing. As we did, so our 
fantasy became much more explicit and uninhibited. By 
the time I had reached the limit of my control he was 
begging 'Alan' to fuck him harder, and I did until I 
could hold back no longer and came as I made one last 
frantic hard thrust into him as deeply as I could go.

We lay in silence for quite some time and eventually my 
soft penis was squeezed out of him. I rolled off and lay 
beside him. He turned on his side and looked at me. 
Without saying a word he just reached up and gently 
touched my face.

'I think that's the nicest goodbye I've ever had.' He 
said softly and I noticed that his eyes were moist. He 
rolled away and lay on his back.

I lent over and kissed him softly. 'It couldn't go on 
forever, Peter.'

'I know it couldn't, David. In a way, it's better now I 
know when it's going to end.' He paused for a few 
seconds. 'How we are, and how we have been, is going to 
end tonight isn't it?'

I nodded.

'Let's go to bed now then David, let me make love to you 
in my bed this one last time.'

We walked upstairs naked and climbed into bed. We held 
each other for a while and then he kissed me softly and 
asked me to lie on my back. Kissing me softly as he went 
down, my throat, my shoulders, my chest, my nipples, 
across my stomach and at last took me into his mouth. 
What followed can only be described as making love to my 
penis. In all my long life I cannot recall anyone taking 
the time and trouble that he did to give me such 
pleasure. 

His timing was perfect; he read my body language and my 
breathing to perfection, stopping at just the most 
perfect and the most tantalising moment and let me cool 
down before he started again. And then, for that one 
last time he didn't stop and I exploded into his mouth. 
As I did so he still moved his mouth on me, milking me 
until I had stopped gasping for breath and heaving my 
hips toward his mouth.

He held me in his mouth until I softened and then he 
moved slowly up the bed and lay on top of me. He held 
his head an inch or so from mine and I waited for him to 
kiss me. He lowered himself ever so slowly until his 
lips touched mine. I waited.

'There isn't any,' he said softly, 'I swallowed it all. 
I wanted the taste of you all to myself.' And then he 
kissed me again.

At that point it hit me how fond I had become of him. I 
reached up and pulled him down upon me and held him 
tightly.

We stayed like that for a minute or so with neither of 
us speaking. Silently he slid off me and we lay side-by-
side together.

My next recollection was Peter's voice with a hint of 
panic in it.

'David, quickly, it's late. I'm going to miss my train, 
hurry!' We had overslept.

As Peter quickly showered I ran through the house 
grabbing all my stuff and stuffing it into my overnight 
bag. I joined Peter in the shower just as he was getting 
out. He paused and looked at me little sadly and then 
stepped out of the water dry himself. I followed him 
half a minute later quickly towelling myself dry. 

Within 10 minutes we were in my car and heading for the 
station in the next town. On the way I said that I would 
pick up my stuff on the way back through the village on 
my way home. I wished him luck with his publisher and 
his book and asked him to keep me informed how things 
went. I said that in all probability my wife and I would 
be back during Easter and she would properly want to 
invite him for dinner. He said he would like that as he 
would like to see me again. We drew into the station car 
park.

I told him to go on ahead to get his ticket I would park 
the car and bring his case to the platform. We made it 
with minutes to spare so it wasn't too long before the 
train hove into site. He found his carriage and I handed 
him his case. He looked back at me and we shook hands, 
saying what we had to with our eyes. We both nodded 
slightly, leaving everything between us spoken but 
understood and I was saddened by the tears in his eyes. 
I waited as the train drew out and watched as it rounded 
the corner and slipped behind the hills and out of out 
of view.

I walked to my car. I sat there for a few minutes; I 
felt relieved that things had ended as they did. There 
are only so many trips I could make to the area and the 
next time I was down here with my wife. Also, the longer 
things between Peter and I went on, the greater the 
chance of us being found out. But nonetheless I was sad 
that it was over. I had my things to collect from 
Peter's house. As I sat pondering thing over in the car, 
I decided then that I wouldn't rendezvous with Alan. 
With my mind made up, I started the car and headed back 
towards the village.

As I approached centre of the village, there was a delay 
as a lorry was unloading in the main road and traffic 
couldn't pass. I had been stopped for less than a minute 
when someone tapped on the glass of the passenger door. 
It was Alan. I dropped the window and said hello. He 
said that he was looking forward to seeing me later. I 
quickly compromised my initial decision and replied that 
I couldn't stay for long, just for a coffee. He looked 
disappointed but then I had to move as the traffic ahead 
was clearing.

'Just for a coffee then.' He said as I started to pull 
away.

'OK!' I called out as I drove away.

To be continued?

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)

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