Halstock

I guess I could have left then but I was intrigued as to what might be going on between the two of them. By this stage, two years after that week on the farm, I was getting more interested in the stuff guys get up to in bed together and had even played around in that direction myself a little in my first year at uni, so the thought of taking another look at the affection between Rob and William, who must by now be comfortable with their sexualities and more at ease about the physical side of their relationship, was both appealing and arousing.

I sneaked up the first few stairs, as slowly and as silently as I could, hearing their laughter turn to kisses and their slapping and tickling turn to caresses and masturbatory rhythms. William's bedroom seemed to be the one, from the sounds coming from behind the door, at the top of the stairs.

Halfway up I hesitated, frozen, as they stopped their foreplay and started discussing condoms. I really expected one of them to emerge from the bedroom door, en route to the bathroom to fetch a packet, and to look down the stairs straight at me.

But they found some in William's bedside cabinet and, when they'd finished tearing a sachet open and squirting lube onto fingers, I slowly continued my ascent.

The sounds of the bedsprings started up again, creaking and squealing in a rapid rhythm, and I heard William gasping.

I thought, "Wow... he's getting his arse fucked by Rob..." My cock began to lengthen in my boxers. I had to see this.

I crept up the last few steps and onto the landing in front of William's bedroom door. The door was slightly ajar - they thought there was no-one in the house to overhear them - but I didn't dare peer around it. One of them was bound to see me no matter how absorbed they were in what they were doing.

I noticed a small hole at the top of one of the upper panels in the door. The doors in the house were waxed pine, which was at that time starting to become fashionable, and the hole was made by a knot which had fallen out of the grain in the wood.

The sounds inside the room were growing louder and faster.

I heard Rob whisper, his voice shaky as if he was a state of intense pleasure, "Does that feel good?"

And William gasp, "Yeah... fantastic...."

I thought, for the second time, "I must see this!"

I stood on tip-toes to look through the hole - it was right at the upper extreme of the panel - and looked into the room.

I saw Rob's head and upper body moving back and forth with the same rapid rhythm as the squeaking of the bedsprings. He was side-on to me, facing the wall and the head-board, and his eyes were closed in an expression of bliss.

I craned upwards to look at what was going on further down and my feet began to ache with the strain. I expected to see William on all fours on the bed, taking Rob's cock between his red-freckled bum cheeks, but was surprised to see his hands reaching upwards to caress Rob's stomach and chest. He must be in a different position, I figured. This could be even more interesting than I'd hoped...

I strained further upwards and managed to peer down at Rob's waist. When William momentarily pulled his hands away from his chest, I saw Rob's cock bobbing around in front of his stomach, as stiff as a pole and looking even longer and thicker than it had that morning on the camp-bed.

I thought, "He isn't fucking William... what's going on, then?"

Reaching the absolute upper limit of how tall I could make myself, I managed to look down at them right to the mattress.

I realised that I'd got it the wrong way round. Rob was riding William's cock: the condom had been for the younger man to penetrate the older.

Rob started bobbing up and down more forcefully and, pushing William's left hand away from his chest so that he could gain access to his own cock, he started masturbating himself quickly.

William gasped, "You getting close?"

Rob was almost panting. "Yeah... on the way..."

William stopped Rob's movements and held his lover steady. Rob kept masturbating himself but looked down at William quizzically.

William said, "I want to fuck you from behind... I don't think I can cum like this..."

Rob smiled at him. "Your favourite position..."

William chuckled. "Too right..."

Rob pulled himself up and off William's cock, and his arse released it with slurp and a fart.

Then he and William changed positions on the bed. Rob bent over on all fours on the mattress, his backside towards William and his head nearly touching the headboard. William raised himself upright and, kneeling down at the foot of the mattress, positioned his cock in front of Rob's buttocks. Even in the dim light of the room, the ginger of his pubes looked warm and bright. His cock arched upwards from them, eagerly and expectantly, with a thin spattering of brown slime glistening on the rubber of the condom. 

He grabbed Rob's hips and slid his cock smoothly into the older man's arsehole.

Rob gasped sharply and William asked, "Is that okay?"

Rob exhaled, slowly and deeply, and replied, "It's fine... no, actually, it's fantastic..."

William laughed, "This isn't just my favourite position, then..." His cock started to thrust, fairly rapidly, in and out of Rob's arse.

"I guess not," the farmer grunted, beginning to pant with the pleasure of feeling William's cock moving in and out of him. "Although me fucking you like this would beat it hands down..."

William chuckled again. "Next time, mate, next time..." Then he began to buck his hips roughly and with a pretty fast rhythm as he set about fucking his lover in earnest. They started panting and gasping in unison and Rob's hand returned to his own cock to masturbate himself back towards his own orgasm.

I was fascinated, as I watched the two of them enjoying some fairly rough and intense sex together, by what William had said. I assumed, when I'd first realised that Rob was being fucked by William, that this was the way they must always do it: the younger guy penetrating the older. To hear that they exchanged positions and that both of them, apparently, enjoyed both orientations was quite a revelation to me.

The couple of guys I'd fucked at uni - both the result of brief, drunken encounters - had simply accepted my preference to want to penetrate rather than be penetrated and I'd presumed that gay sex must always be so clear-cut. I'd gone back to their places, played around a little with them, then bent them over and fucked them: I'd simply accepted that that must be how gay guys like it.

To hear that William and Rob both enjoyed the giving as well as the receiving was something of an eye-opener. It was interesting both as a simple piece of information, something to know for Trivial Pursuit games kind of, but also from a personal point of view. Future encounters with other men, were there to be any, might be intriguingly different; new, slightly scary but undeniably arousing, possibilities were opening up...

Rob came first, spraying his torrents of semen all over the bed-sheets, with William close behind in thick pursuit. While they were cumming, William bent over his lover, wrapping his arms around his chest as he pumped his own seed into the man's arse. The two of them panted and grunted like a couple of rutting pigs.

Then, as their orgasms subsided and their breathing became quieter, William kissed the back of his lover's neck and whispered, "That was fantastic... I love you, Rob..."

Rob smiled, unable to turn and face his partner, and whispered, "I love you too, mate..."

They lay like that for a few seconds and I started creeping back down the stairs.

I heard Rob say, "Now get your knob out of my fuckin' arse... I need a crap!"

And William laughing loudly and calling him disgusting.

They said more to one another but by then I was halfway across the hallway and, when I heard the bedroom door open and the two of them emerging from it, I was on the way out the back door.

I haven't seen either of them since. I heard that Rob had sold the farm at Halstock a few years ago and that he and wife were splitting up. Maybe he moved in with William; maybe he went off alone.

I kind of hope, in my overly-optimistic and cloyingly-romantic way, that the two of them are still together, living together somewhere with Rob's daughter coming to stay with them sometimes. That she accepts that her dad's got a new, red-headed, lover who happens to be male and that the three of them enjoy being around one another.

Sorry, sorry - I should have kept that last thought to myself, shouldn't I? Now I've got you reaching for the sick-bag...!