A Chance Encounter

I left my hand on his shoulder a second longer than necessary before giving it a gentle squeeze and relinquishing my grip. I smiled encouragingly at him as I lay back down again on the warm sand. He shifted his position so that he faced me but was looking down at the sand and spent a minute or two doodling patterns in it, clearly lost in thought. Finally he looked over at me, opened his mouth then closed it, before deciding to go ahead with what he wanted to say.

“It’s my turn to ask you a question. All I ask is that you’re absolutely honest with me.”

“Mmm sounds serious.” I replied. “Of course I will be honest with you, what’s the question?”

“When we were at school, did you know that I fancied you like mad? I tried every way I could think of to get you to open up enough to know if the feeling was mutual. But no matter what I did you seemed totally oblivious to all of my hints and innuendos, it was maddening! I left school still not knowing if you were gay or straight and if you would ever see me as anything more than a school friend. Now we’ve met up again I realise those feelings have never gone away.”

I lay there stunned by Gary’s admission and I had to think for a minute or two on how to phrase my answer without hurting his feelings.

“Gary, you asked me to be totally honest and I will be. The plain truth is that I really was unaware of your feelings for me; all I can remember is that we were the best of mates and that neither of us had girlfriends but that never bothered me because we were always classed as nerdy geeks that girls would never look at anyway. I was very insecure as a teenager, I hated my looks and pudgy body so it never occurred to me that anyone would ever fancy me let alone my best mate. It wasn’t until I was half way through university that I discovered that I had a sex drive after all and as my body matured it would be found attractive by others. Initially I tried to conform and dated a few girls but it never amounted to much, then after a very drunken party I discovered the joy of man to man sex and I’ve never looked back!”

“Thanks for putting my mind at rest.” He replied, still thoughtful looking. “Can I ask you another question?”

“Go on.”

“Now I’ve gone and blurted out how I feel about you, I need to know is there any chance that you might one day have similar feelings for me too?” he asked.

All the time he had been looking at me with those puppy dog eyes that simply made me melt, my heart ached to heal his deep rooted anxiety. I chose not to answer straight away, instead I reached up and took hold of his shoulders and gently pulled him down on top of me holding him in a tight embrace. Then with one hand I guided his face towards mine before I kissed him gently on the lips. He froze for a moment before returning the kiss, then as if an emotional dam had burst our kisses became more passionate. Our tongues explored each other’s mouth almost savagely and breathing became more laboured, before long we were nibbling and biting each other’s necks and shoulders all the time grinding our rock hard erections together as they lay trapped between us.

Coming up for air I pushed him off me and asked “Does that answer your question?”

“I guess so” Gary replied with a grin.

“I hate to spoil the moment but unlike you I am not used to all over sunbathing and I can feel myself burning already. Perhaps next time we do this I should be a little more prepared and bring the sun cream with me, I could also do with a drink, all this heat and talking is giving me a thirst!” I said standing up and brushing the sand off my body as best I could.

Laughing loudly, perhaps as a release valve from the emotional scene just now, Gary said “What an idiot I am! I should have thought about that. I have both sun cream and bottles of water on board so let’s retire to Reunion for a while so we can rectify the situation.”

Taking me by the hand he dragged me into the sea not letting go until it was deep enough for us to swim without hitting the bottom. Abruptly he dived beneath the waves and I wondered where he had disappeared to, until that is I felt my now flaccid cock being enveloped in something hot. Looking down I could just make out the shape of his dark head attached to me at the waist and then I felt his arms wrap round my waist. My cock quickly sprang to attention but all too soon he had to surface for air, gasping from holding his breath for so long, he finally got his breath back and asked me if he liked his party trick.

“It was impressive but really didn’t last long enough, perhaps with practice......” I trailed off as I began to swim back to the yacht. This time I arrived first, which was perhaps a bit of a tactical mistake as Gary was treated to the view of me struggling inelegantly to climb on board. Finally after a lot of splashing and grunting I flopped over the side landing on the floor in a heap. I could hear chuckling behind me and then within a couple of seconds he was standing next to me showering me with cold water droplets.

“I’ll show you the correct technique for climbing on board; it’s a lot easier when you know how.” He said with just a trace of mirth in his voice. “Let’s get you rehydrated and then slap on some sun cream on that hot bod of yours!”

I was only too keen to do the latter as I could feel my skin getting hot and prickly and even in the bright sunlight I could see that it was going pink. My fair skin just wasn’t used to this much exposure in one go without any protection. I followed Gary inside, first into the kitchenette where he retrieved two bottles of cold water from the fridge and then into the living area where the sun cream was sitting on the side. Feeling a little claustrophobic I suggested we went back outside where at least the sea breeze would be cooling to my skin. I stood close to him savouring both the thirst quenching water and the heady fragrance of his sun ripened skin all the while making small talk about his colour scheme plans for the interior of the yacht. As I downed the last of the water Gary reached for the sun cream, squeezed a large quantity of it into his hand and then applied it all over my body. I stood there with arms outstretched whilst literally every inch of me was coated in the greasy fluid. Despite myself I became aroused as his hands expertly smoothed the cream into my thighs and crutch. By the time his hands massaged my balls I was so hard I could explode there and then. I couldn’t remember the last time I had been touched in such an erotic manner.

Looking up from his kneeling position he asked “Can I?” then licked his lips and looked at my erection.

Yes! Yes! Yes! I thought to myself, however I answered a little more casually with a simple “Be my guest” but grinning broadly.

Needing no second telling he took hold of my hips pulling me closer to him before gently kissing my cockhead and then licking it like it was a giant lollipop. When satisfied my cock was sufficiently lubricated he slowly and smoothly swallowed me until his lips were brushing my balls. The feeling of being fully enveloped in his hot wet mouth was heavenly! My hands found their way to his head and my fingers entwined themselves in his hair taking a firm hold before beginning to slow fuck his mouth. Gary put up no resistance, in fact it seemed to spur him on, with one hand he massaged my balls and with the other he reached underneath me tracing the crack between my cheeks until he found my heiny hole. As his index finger teased and tickled it my cheeks clenched and released in response, all the time I continued to thrust in and out. His tactics were effective because before I knew it I felt his finger sliding up inside me until he found my prostate and began stroking it gently. The sensations I was experiencing both inside and out were mind blowing, as I stood on the yacht with my legs spread for stability I could not help but survey everything around me thinking that I had died and gone to heaven! All too soon the expert blow job and finger fucking Gary was giving me took had the desired effect and with a cry of ecstasy I shot wave after wave of jism down his eager throat. He continued to suck at my cock until it was dry and flaccid again; however he left his finger in my arse and used it as a method to lead me to where he wanted me - much like a nose ring with a bull! He pushed me to the side of the yacht; told me to grab hold of the handrail, bend over at the waist and spread my legs. I looked over my shoulder at him and did my best to look seductive because I really had no idea about what he had in mind after all.....

I watched Gary squirt some more of the sun cream into his hand before he smothered his own erection with it and then applied the remainder to my exposed crack. I felt the jolt of the cool cream being drizzled onto my hole before a finger smeared it round inside to act as a lubricant. Holding my waist with one hand he positioned himself behind me before using his other hand to guide his cock to my back door.

“Luke, I will be as gentle as I can but promise me you will tell me if I hurt you at all” Gary murmured in my ear.

Chuckling I replied “Don’t worry about me, my hole is not exactly virginal and I have a feeling that you are going to get a very warm welcome indeed, I want you inside me so badly.”

“Okay, your wish is my command. As they say brace yourself the ride is about to begin” he announced.

I really shouldn’t have been so flippant because I’d never actually seen his cock fully loaded, I thought it had shown promise earlier but I had underestimated its actual size big time. The first warning came when he started to gently push his cockhead past my anus. It felt like he was trying to shove a tennis ball up my arse (okay it’s a slight exaggeration but you get my drift), I could feel myself flushing red from the exertion of trying to accept the intrusion and did my best to remember all the relaxation techniques I’d used in the past.

“Common, relax, you can take it.” I heard him urging behind me.

I simply grunted in response then growled as my ring gave way and his cock slid up inside me, not stopping until he could go no further.

“Are you okay?” he asked in a concerned voice.

“I am now that you’re in, God you’re a big boy.” I replied

“I have heard that said a couple of times I must admit” came a slightly smug reply and with that he started to fuck me well and truly.

For what seemed like an eternity I rode his pole for all I was worth holding onto the handrail for dear life, he pounded me mercilessly thrusting in and out with great dexterity and stamina. At first I clenched on his withdrawal to increase the tightness for him but very quickly I lost all muscle control and had to submit to the pounding. He found all of my sensitive and erotic areas and used them to great effect bringing life back to my cock again. I could feel a peculiar sensation building in my groin, I began to shudder and arching my back in response my cock exploded christening the yacht with my second load of jism of the day. My spasming ring acted as a trigger sending Gary over the edge too, who with a keening cry slammed his cock in as far as possible and exploded whitewashing my insides. Totally exhausted he collapsed on top of me; I could feel his ragged breath on the back of my neck and the occasional kiss which he planted with affection.

Recovering his composure he pulled out of me and stood up stretching as he did so, I followed his example and kneaded my aching muscles. I put my arms around his waist and looked deep into his eyes.

“Thank you. It’s been a long time since I have enjoyed sex so much.” I said sincerely.

“Did you really? I do hope so because it was pretty good for me too.” He quipped playfully before punching me on the shoulder.

Breaking away from me he climbed over the edge of the yacht and slid into the water with a quiet splash. As I looked down at him he gestured for me to join him. Pretty good idea I decided, it was time to rinse off the sun cream along with the sex juice which was now intent on leaving me. Jumping in beside him I treaded water while we fooled around splashing each other as if we were children again. Reluctantly we finally had to call time on our games if we were going to catch the tide on our return to the estuary. This time Gary demonstrated the correct way to climb back on board and I had to admit it was much easier than my previous bumbling awkward attempt! As we towelled ourselves dry and got dressed once again I felt sad that this perfect day was coming to an end, by the expression on Gary’s face he felt the same way too.

As St. Ives appeared on the horizon Gary casually asked “When do you go back?”

“How do you mean?” I replied

“I just wondered when your holiday will end. I guess you’ll be returning home and I’m going to miss you.” He answered looking anywhere but in my direction.

“I’m not on holiday. I’m just down for the weekend staying with my sister and her kids. I shall have to return home tonight as I have work in the morning. I thought I’d already told you that.”

“Perhaps you did.” He mused “I don’t remember though, in fact I can’t recall you saying very much about your present life today at all. Not that it’s any business of mine of course as we’ve only just met again. I have been rather distracted as we got intimately acquainted, much to my enjoyment!” At this point he turned to me with a grin on his face.

Then his grin slipped before he continued “I was just hoping to have a little more time with you before you disappeared from my life again, that’s all.” His hair had been blown forward by the sea breeze concealing his eyes from me.

“Well you don’t have to be so down hearted. I’m not going anywhere. You will have plenty of opportunities to see me again, if you want to. I come and stay with my sister most weekends to help her out with the house and kids to give her a break. I live and work in Truro which is only twenty five miles away. I have my own flat so it makes sense for me to stay there during the week and then come here for the weekends. We can meet up any time you like, work schedules permitting, why don’t I give you my mobile number that way you can have a think and let me know if you’d like to meet up.”

“Yes, I’d like that very much. I’m sorry if I have been a little..... Oh I don’t know.... oh God listen to me gibbering away like an idiot! Just ignore me. Yes I would like to have your phone number and yes I would like to see you again.” Gary replied doing his best to concentrate on guiding the yacht into the harbour safely.

“Tell you what” I offered “why don’t we have dinner and a drink in Truro, say this Friday coming. I’ll source a nice restaurant and bar and we’ll make a proper date of it. We’ll start from the beginning again so to speak, get to know one another properly and see where it leads us. How does that sound?”

“Like a very good idea to me, I just wished I’d asked this question earlier then I wouldn’t have had to spend so much time today fretting over this.” He said squeezing my hand to reassure me that everything was okay. “I will text you later so that you have my number and I will give you my msn messenger address so we can chat on line too. Sorry to have been so emotional just now.” With that we arrived at the designated berthing area on the quay and he nimbly jumped onto the quay and tied the yacht up securely, as he did so I jumped onto the quay beside him.

“Don’t be daft” I laughed “I have enjoyed your company in every way, we’ve had a great time and I’d like to repeat it again soon, very soon. Now it’s time I got going, I really have to get back to Mel’s to pack up my belongings before heading home to Truro. I will speak to you real soon.”

Not trusting myself I gave him a brief hug and a quick kiss on the cheek before striding away up the ramp and onto the harbour wall. I waved as I disappeared round the corner. Back at Mel’s I faced a thousand and one questions from both Mel and her brood. Whilst Mel asked me the routine and discrete questions giving me room to address or avoid them as I chose, Emma was another matter. Always the perceptive and most blunt one of the three kids she asked me point blank

“Is Gary your new boyfriend?”

I spluttered a little while Mel just stood there open mouthed and it took me a moment before I answered “No he’s not my boyfriend. He’s just a good friend who I haven’t seen for a very long time.”

“Oh. That’s a shame, I think he’s very nice and so does Mrs Cox our head mistress.” Emma declared.

“How do you know Gary?” Mel asked sensing a juicy story.

“He sometimes teaches us during Art lessons whenever the Mr Davis is away.” She said all seriously then abruptly ran off to join the others clearly bored of the conversation.

CHAPTER 3

Friday night found me standing in the main concourse of Truro train station at 7.00pm as we had arranged during the week via text. I was slightly nervous as we hadn’t actually spoken to each other since last Sunday; we just never seemed to both be there at the right time. We kept leaving messages for one another and when the call was returned it was only to be met by the answer phone! Never mind we got there eventually, resorting to texting as being more reliable – and quicker! As the day was still hot I decided to wear my favourite dark blue collared shirt, grey pinstriped three quarter length trousers, blue flip flops and matching sunglasses. Not bad I had thought to myself as I admired my reflection in the bathroom mirror putting the finishing touches to my spiked hair.

Ten minutes later I was beginning to get nervous as the tannoy had already announced the arrival of the St. Ives train and the ensuing rush of passengers had already been and gone with no sign of Gary. There had been no text message so where was he? I kept looking around getting more and more anxious when suddenly I heard my name called out. Automatically I turned towards the sound and with a sigh of relief I saw the figure of Gary striding towards me from the direction of the gents toilets. Duh why didn’t I think of that? I thought to myself. He looked even more handsome to me than the last time I saw him. Like me he was dressed for the heat, he was wearing a black muscle vest, over which he wore a yellow checked short sleeved collared shirt open to the waist, full length jeans with black flip flops. His hair had that just washed fluffy look about it, he didn’t have a trace of a five o’clock shadow and his goatee was immaculately shaped and trimmed. I felt so tempted to forget all about the date lark and simply drag him back to my flat and screw the brains out of him there and then! But then this had been my idea and if I was serious about taking it one step at a time then at least I should stick to my own rules.....

All this played out in my head in the time it took him to cross the floor and give me a hearty hug announcing that it was so good to see me again; he then informed me that he was starving and hoped that the restaurant was not far away! I smiled and said that I hoped he would not be disappointed in my choice of restaurant because I had been there many times myself, the food was gorgeous and service excellent.

It was only a ten minute walk to “Some Like It Hot” Restaurant, yes, you’ve guessed it, the theme was all around Marilyn Monroe specialising in North and South American dishes. It sounds very tacky but the owners Dawn and Ted have made it look tasteful and classy, they have spent a considerable amount of money at auctions and sale rooms obtaining genuine pieces of memorabilia which are displayed (securely) throughout the restaurant. My personal favourite piece is a photograph of Marilyn gazing out over a railing in New York with a wistful look on her face; it has apparently been signed by her. When I booked the table I had asked Dawn for a private table as it was going to be a special occasion, as a regular customer over the years we have become firm friends and being the discrete lady that she is, she asked me no questions, just assuring me that I would have the best seat in the house.

Gary groaned to himself at the cliché title of the restaurant, laughing I asked him to bear with me as he will have a fabulous meal. Raising one eyebrow but saying nothing he followed me inside where we were greeted by the Maitre De (Ted), led to our very private table and given the menu cards.

As Ted pulled out my chair he whispered in my ear “Good choice Sir.”

“Thanks, that’s what I thought.” I replied grinning as I did so.

“What’s a good choice?” Gary asked innocently.

“You of course” I said equally innocently.

He laughed out loud at my candidness, flushed a little in embarrassment and examined the menu intently. Having ordered starters of Enchiladas (for me), Nachos (for Gary) and a bottle of red wine to share we chatted about what we had been doing since we had last seen each other. This opened up the subject of what we do for a living. Gary told me how he has three part time jobs – as a graphic designer, an interior designer and as a supply art teacher for Cornwall County Council. Ah I thought to myself; that ties in with what Emma had said. I disclosed that I worked at the Royal Cornwall Hospital in Truro as a pharmacist and gave a brief outline of what I do trying not to bore him with the details. Fortunately the starters arrived before his eyes started to glaze over. Conversation was limited as we ate and then studied the menu for the main course. I ordered “Chimichurri Chicken en Croute” and Gary selected “Grilled Fish with Plantain and Coconut Salsa in Banana Leaves”, my mouth watered at the thought of it. Gary refilled our glasses with the wine and suggested a toast to us and the future, as the glasses chinked together I grinned and prayed that we do indeed have a future together.

The conversation moved onto our favourite activities; Gary listed sailing, windsurfing, art, swimming and walking as being his top five. As for me I listed keeping fit, art, socialising, walking and films as being mine. For a minute we simply looked at one another, then something clicked and simultaneously we burst out laughing, once we had calmed down we both admitted that we had left an activity off the list and it was the one at the top of the list – SEX and plenty of it. One more thing we have in common we agreed. The main courses arrived and once more the conversation ground to a halt while we ate and savoured the food, finally our plates were empty although full I simply couldn’t say no to having a dessert followed by coffee. This time we both ordered Key Lime Pie. As we waited we openly held hands and studied each other’s faces, taking in the beauty before us. Clearly the wine had overcome any nervousness being on a date had caused.

Gary asked “So what have you planned for the rest of the evening?”

Pretending to think for a minute I replied “After we have finished here, I thought we would drop in to the ‘Sailors Mate’ Public House which a friend of mine owns and runs. We’ll a few drinks, perhaps dance a little and then go back to mine for.........”

“That sounds good to me especially the ‘for’ bit!” Gary smiled seductively.

With the desserts eaten and coffee drunk I paid for the meal personally thanking Dawn and Ted for their hospitality and excellent food, to my surprise Gary joined me and echoed my words of gratitude. Dawn gave me a hug and told me not to be stupid, the pleasure was all theirs.

As we headed off to the pub we made small talk preferring to take in the sights and sounds of the evening in the city centre. Arriving at the Sailors Mate, it is immediately obvious that the place is heaving because the guys had spilled out into the beer garden and onto front steps. Pushing our way inside, we finally reach the bar where I buy two pints of beer. Handing one to Gary we step away from the bar and people watch as we sip the drinks. There are many faces I recognise and I make a point of acknowledging each one in turn. I feel a nudge in my ribs from Gary who appears a little bemused.

“You seem to know a lot of people here; I’ll have to keep an eye on the competition as you’re one very good looking and popular guy!” he said semi-joking.

“Oh you don’t need to worry about me” I said with a shrug of the shoulders “the Truro gay scene is close knit, shall I say, and everyone knows everyone if you get my drift. It pays to be courteous otherwise you only get back stabbing going on and I really can’t be bothered with all that rubbish.”

Gary nodded his understanding but I noticed he put an arm round my waist and it was not removed until later on. In the meantime as if to emphasise the point he pulled me to him and started the first of many tender kisses. My cock almost immediately sprang to attention which didn’t go unnoticed by Gary who slyly dropped a hand down between us and gave it a quick grope before returning it to my waist.

I don’t know how much time passed in this way but our activity was interrupted by a loud cough behind us making us both jump in the process.

“Evening boys!” exclaimed Simon the landlord, and one of my closest friends.

I saw Gary give him a wary look as he didn’t know him from Adam. Laughing I said “Evening Simon, let me introduce you to Gary, an old school friend of mine. Gary, this is Simon, he’s the owner of this pub and is a very good friend of mine. I have known him ever since I moved down here; in fact it might have been before.”

Gary shook Simon’s hand to break the ice but took a little step backwards as it was clear that Simon wanted to speak to me.

“Luke, have you spoken to Clive recently?” he asked me, giving Gary a careful glance.

“No, why? Should I have?” I replied frowning a little.

Simon ignores my warning frown by continued to say “Clive has mentioned a couple of times to me that he wants to discuss a possible project with you but isn’t sure how receptive you will be.”

Given the history between us the last statement isn’t surprising to me, to say the least.

Choosing my words carefully so as to give the appropriate response to Simon but not give too much away to Gary I replied “Tell Clive I may be interested and that I will call him to discuss the project early next week.”

Simon nods and then winks in acknowledgement before leaving us in peace once more.

“Who’s Clive?” Gary asks.

“Long story, I’ll tell you later” I reply changing the subject.

The rest of the evening passes all too quickly and as we’re about to leave Gary decides he needs to have a pee as the couple of pints of beer have gone through him! He was gone for several minutes, long enough for me to wonder if he had got waylaid (almost as it turns out). He rejoined me with a puzzled look on his face.

“Luke, I think I’m going mad. As I came out of the loos I am sure I saw a painting in the foyer with a guy that looks just like you! Come and have a look and tell me what you think, please.”

“Okay, but I don’t have a clue what you’re talking about” I say as I follow him into the foyer.

But he was right; sure enough there is a large oil painting in the foyer. It was almost life size featuring a naked man with his back to the viewer on a beach facing the sea. He was standing on the edge of a picnic rug with food, drink and crockery behind him. Although he had his back to us he was looking over his shoulder at someone just visible in one corner of the painting, allowing us to see his face in profile. There was no mistaking it, that face belonged to me. I must admit I was a little taken aback by the picture as I had genuinely forgotten all about it.

Gary noted my expression before asking “I am right aren’t I? I knew it; even if the face wasn’t visible I’d know that bum anywhere. Did you know about it being here? You must have, surely. Who painted it? It’s very good.”

“In answer to your questions” I said having gathered my thoughts. “Yes that is me in the painting. I had completely forgotten about it being here otherwise I would have warned you. Clive painted it a couple of years ago as part of a charity fund raising event for World Aids Day and it was auctioned off. Simon won the auction intending to have it on display in the main lounge but it was simply too big, this is the only wall big enough to accommodate it. I’m glad you like it; I think it’s rather good too. Does that sound a bit narcissistic?”

“Only a little bit. Not really, I’d be the same.” He said thoughtfully before continuing “So, if you don’t mind me asking why is Clive worried about your receptiveness?”

“I’ll tell you on the way home, there are too many ears around here and I don’t like to be the cause of gossip” I replied in a low tone before leading the way out of the pub and in the direction of home.

Home is a two bedroom first floor flat in a converted Victorian town house which I am proud to say is all mine! As I ushered Gary through the communal front door and up the stairs to my own front door I asked him to excuse the mess as I hadn’t had time to tidy up (which is a complete lie as I like to keep my place spotless but makes people feel comfortable when I say this). I show him the lounge, decorated minimalistically before walking into the kitchen to fetch some wine from the fridge for us.

Gary asks “Is it okay for me to have a shower and use your toilet etc so that I feel prepared for later on?”

“Be my guest” I reply with a happy grin on my face “I’ll show you where everything is, would you like to have the wine in the bedroom ready and waiting?”

“Oh kind Sir, you do spoil me!” Gary laughed as he took the towel I had offered him.

“I do like to be the perfect host and attend to my guest’s every need....” I replied, not daring to look him in the eye otherwise I would have burst out laughing

I left him to it while I carried the bottle of wine and two glasses into my bedroom, I scanned the room quickly to make sure that everything was in order, satisfied I put them down on the chest of drawers drew the curtains and left the room closing the door behind me. While I waited for Gary to return from the bathroom I spread some glossy magazines on the coffee table so that he would have something to read while I showered. Fifteen minutes later Gary sauntered into the lounge with his towel wrapped around his waist, his package created a sizeable bulge and one that I found mesmerizing.

“Something you want Luke? Now who’s the impatient one!” Gary exclaimed “Oh by the way, I hope you don’t mind but I used your bidet come douche for extra cleansing.”

“Of course I don’t mind, I told you to use anything you want to, now that I know you’re clean inside and out I will make full use of you – and that’s a promise! Now it’s my turn, see you shortly; in the meantime please feel free to watch the TV, read some magazines or just have a look round.” I said heading for the bathroom.

“Cool dude, don’t be long. I’m raring to go.”

Once in the bathroom I headed straight for the bidet. I had paid for this appliance to be specially adapted, you could use it as a regular bidet to wash your crack and tackle, but there was a second water outlet in the shape of a douching nozzle. It’s made from stainless steel for easy cleaning; the shaft is about six inches in length, an inch in diameter with the head being a little wider. A ring of holes at the tip of the head allow the water to flow out in all directions for a thorough but gentle cleansing. Having first greased up my hole with a little KY and set the temperature to tepid, I carefully impaled myself of the metal pole and allowed the water to flow up inside me until I began to feel bloated. When I could take no more I stood up and dashed to the toilet where I evacuated the effluent down the pan. I repeated this process four or five times until I was satisfied that I was thoroughly clean inside. I washed the douching nozzle thoroughly before stepping into the shower for a quick wash to freshen up. As soon as I was done I towelled myself dry, wrapped the towel around my waist before racing out of the bathroom trying not to appear too keen to drag him off to bed (which I was).

I didn’t say a word as I stepped in front of where Gary was sprawled out on the sofa, I simply took hold of one hand and slowly but assertively pulled him in the direction of the bedroom. He made no resistance, in fact seemed keen to meet his fate as he started to jostle me trying to get me to move faster. As I opened the bedroom door I heard a subtle intake of breath as he took in the decor. I had painted the room in a fresh but subtle green and everything in the room was a shade of green or brown, the intention was to make the ambience relaxing but grounding at the same time.

“I love this room, it’s just so..... oh what’s the word?” Gary struggled a little to put his finger on it.

“Relaxing?” I offered

“Yeah, that’s it!” he agreed and pulled me towards him, as he did so he spotted something over my shoulder which attracted his attention.

“Oh my God! There’s another painting of you, what is this? Is there another side to you don’t know about?” he asked looking at me intently.

“Ah there are many sides to me” I said trying to sound mysterious “You are just going to have to spend time getting to know all of them. Yes, you’re right that is another painting of me and as you can probably tell by the style this too was painted by Clive. He gave this to me as an anniversary present the first year we were together and is supposed to reflect my spiritual nature; I quite like it because of all the colours in it rather than it being of me.”

I stood next to him as he studied the picture closely; it was a little more abstract than the one in the pub but still detailed enough to know it was of me. I am sitting cross legged in the middle of the picture with my palms resting on my knees. My eyes are closed and my expression is peaceful. The remainder of the picture is a mass of swirling rainbow of colours producing a hypnotic effect if you stared at them too long. Deciding he had seen enough he returned his attention to me, removing both of our towels in one smooth movement he took hold of my erection and lead me to the waiting bed.