Ron and I become lovers : Part 10 - Finale

We got back to my place at about three and of course all was in darkness and nothing was stirring. I asked Max if he wanted a coffee but he said he would rather go straight to bed. I had never taken anyone back to my bed before. Fortunately I had left the room fairly tidy.

I had said I only had a single bed, in fact it was more like a three-quarter and we managed to both get in and find some space to rest our weary bodies but we found that the best position for sleeping was to lie like spoons. I wanted Max to be behind me so that I could feel his dick pressed against my arse. He was quite happy to oblige and cuddled up to me with one arm draped over my body. I gently grabbed it with both my hands and closed my eyes. Sleep must have come very easily as I did not wake again until ten o'clock.

Neither of us had moved and I could sense Max's early morning tumescence digging into the crack between my arse cheeks. I was no better and had a raging hardon. I tried to look over my shoulder to see if he was awake and caught the glimmer of an eye blinking at me.

'Hi,' I said. 'Did you sleep well.'

'I slept and dreamt I met this beautiful feller,' he said. 'Then I woke up and found it was true. But I need another pee. It's always the same first thing when I wake.'

'It's the same with me,'I said. 'But I'll go first and tell mum you are here so that she doesn't get a shock if she sees you. And you'd better put some pants on, she isn't that broad-minded.'

Max looked down on his nakedness and grinned.

'Don't be long,' He blew me a kiss.

I went straight to the bathroom and then looked for mum who was in the kitchen.

'Hi,' she said. 'Did Ron stay with you last night?'

She didn't miss a thing.

'No, it's not Ron, I asked Max to stay over.'

'Max from college?' she said surprised. 'I thought you had seriously fallen out.'

'Yea,' I said nonchalantly. 'So had I until I met him last night at a party and we sorted out our differences and literally kissed and made up.'

It was a bit of a lie but I didn't want to tell her what had really happened.

'Have you and Ron broken up then? Isn't he meant to coming for lunch today?'

'No,' I said. 'It's a bit complicated to explain. And yes he is still coming to lunch.'

'So Max is actually gay?' she said.

'Yea, I think he did what he did to me because he was desperate to hide the fact but now he's had the courage to come clean. Go easy with him. It's been fairly traumatic for him and it's only gong to get worse as he plans to tell his parents today and the rest of the college tomorrow.'

'Don't worry,' she said. 'I always liked Max and was sorry when you stopped being friends. I won't be judgemental. I bet you're both hungry. I'll start some breakfast.'

I gave her a kiss on the cheek before leaving her and going back to my bedroom on the way picking up a towel from the airing cupboard..

'I've told mum you are here and she's starting some breakfast for us,' I said to Max. 'Here's a towel. Feel free to have a shower.'

He got up from the bed and I could see his back and buttocks. There were no obvious marks from the corporal punishment he had received although his pert little arse seemed a bit redder than normal. He left and got himself freshened up.

While he was gone I lay on the bed and wondered about what Ron and Sam had got up to. I hoped they had had a night of passion together. I was certainly getting more used to the idea of having a circle of friends of the same sexuality who did not feel particularly tied to anyone. It seemed to be more suitable for guys of my age to enjoy the pleasure of good friendship rather than the constraints and obligations of a committed relationship.

Max was only about five minutes in the bathroom and I followed straight after. He was just finishing getting dressed when I returned.

'Go into the kitchen and tell mum I'm nearly ready,'

He came over and kissed me lightly. 'You're more than just my best friend,' he said.

I smiled and said nothing, but inside I felt really good.

Mum, Max and I sat around the breakfast table and chatted. She was as good as her word and did not speak of anything relating to Max and me falling out. I think Max was a little nervous sitting next to the mother of the guy he had been shagging just a few hours ago. But everybody relaxed when my mum said.

'I expect Phil will have to get a bigger bed if you're occasionally gong to sleep together.'

In a few words she had said that she approved of our shagging and I could see the look of amazement in Max's eyes.

'I'm a realistic person,' my mum said. 'I know that the rules relating to sex when you're gay are different from those straight people should adhere to. I want Phil to be happy and that means he should be able to entertain friends openly. You're welcome to stay over anytime.'

'I hope my mum and dad are as liberal in their attitude to my being gay as you are,' Max said. He was obviously very impressed by my mum's thinking. 'I'll soon find out.'

'How will you tell them?' I asked.

'Well I will either tell them both at the same time or take my dad to one side and tell him,' Max replied. 'What I don't want is for me to tell my mum and for her to tell dad. That would seem like I am scared to face him. I reckon if I tell him that I spent last night with you it would be a good starting point.'

'Why, because they know I'm gay?' I asked.

'Yea, they wanted to know why we had fallen out and that's what I told them.'

'I think you're very brave. You're not only being honest but also admitting trying to deceive them before.'

I put my hand on his and squeezed it. He turned to me and smiled weakly. What he was about to do required a lot of courage and I wished I could be there to support him but it was something he had to do alone.

'If they react badly at first, don't let it upset you too much,' my mum pitched in. 'It's bound to be a shock to them and will take some getting used to. Just let them know that you are still the same person but now perhaps a bit more grown up and that you want and need their love and support even more than before.'

It was sound advice and no more was said. A little while later Max left to go home. I asked him to ring me to tell me how it went with his parents. I then helped mum with the household chores. Lunch was going to be a bit late because of our not having breakfast until eleven. Rather than phone Ron to let him know lunch would be late I walked over to his flat.

He answered the door looking quite dishevelled. There was no doubting that he had had a restless night and I was sure that Sam would be the cause of it.

'Hi,' he said wearily inviting me in. 'I've not long got up.'

'After shagging with Sam all night, I bet,' I said with a giggle.

'Yea he never let me close my eyes before he was on top of me an at it again.'

When I got in the lounge Sam was there, half dressed, having a coffee.

'How did you get on with Max. I hope you gave him some more punishment,' he said with a laugh.

'I've forgiven Max,' I said seriously. 'And I would appreciate it if you would do the same. The dispute was between ourselves and he's paying the price for it. Not just by what we did last night but today he's telling his parents and tomorrow the whole of college will know as well. Besides, I don't think you've got grounds to be complacent. At the moment your parents don't know you're gay and neither do your mates at college unless they've guessed that, because you talk to me, you've got tendencies that way. Max is prepared to go through the agony of being up front with everybody.'

'Only after we threatened him with exposure,' Sam said sounding a little annoyed at the way I had spoken to him.

'Possibly we had something to do with it but if you think I would've really posted those photos on the college noticeboard, then you're wrong. It was meant as nothing more than a threat. Max has been scared of admitting to his sexuality and that is why he exposed me. He expected me to deny it and then he would have said he must have been mistaken. Instead I admitted out loud that I was gay and it made him feel even worse as I was free to live my life as I wanted but he was still living a lie.

'I sincerely regret instigating the treatment we gave him last night but surprisingly he is grateful for it. I'm also grateful that it brought us back together again. He was my best friend and now he is again.'

'Sounds like you have fallen in love,' Ron said. He had been quiet all the time letting me have my say but now he wanted to know where he stood. I could tell by the way he spoke.

I addressed both of them. 'I want you to know that I love you both. I've been thinking long and hard about love and being in love and I have come to the conclusion that I love you Ron and you Sam as well as Max but I'm not in love with any of you. I just want to enjoy a firm and lasting friendship that we can celebrate from time to time by indulging in horny sex.'

'Thanks for being so honest,' Ron said. 'I understand perfectly what you are saying and you are right. We shouldn't get hung up with thinking about being in love when we can carry on enjoying ourselves just as good friends. I for one want to be friends with Max. He is brave both mentally and physically and I admire him for that. What do you think Sam are you prepared to forgive him for what he did to Phil and let him be one of our friends?'

'Yea, I will,' Sam said and I looked for reluctance in his voice but I didn't find any. 'And to prove it I'll tell everyone I'm gay at college at the same time as Max tomorrow.'

'Are you sure?' I said. 'What about your parents finding out?'

'They almost know already,' he said. 'They know I spend a lot of time with you and the rumour that you are gay has reached them. They also know that when I'm out all night it's in the company of fellers and not girls so they have probably drawn their conclusions from that. I will tell my mum this lunchtime. My dad is away at the moment. Talking of which it's nearly lunchtime now, I'd better get a move on.'

Sam completed getting dressed and he tried to tidy himself up but he was showing the weariness of someone who had been up all night shagging and he couldn't hide it.

'See you later,' he said to Ron as he left for home looking more ragged than I had ever seen him. So Ron and he had arranged to meet up tonight. I hoped they would both manage to get up in the morning.

Ron made a better job of refreshing himself and by the time he was ready it was nearly time for us to go as lunch would be ready. I was thrilled that Sam was also going to come out at college and tell his parents. From my own experience I knew that once my sexuality had been made public, although in the first place it had been traumatic, later I felt so much better being myself and not someone the rest of society wanted me to be.

We had a relaxing meal helped by the bottle of wine that Ron brought with him. Ron, however, could not stop yawning.

'Did you get to bed late as well?' mum asked him. 'Phil didn't get back with Max until after three.'

It was the first mention of Max in front of Ron.

'Well I was in bed before him then as I left the party with Sam at about two,' he replied with out thinking. 'You must think we're awful sleeping around like that,' he said quickly. Suddenly realising what he had said.

'Well if you were doing it with girls I would,' she said. 'But I do know a bit about how gay people behave and so long as you are enjoying yourselves and not hurting anybody then I can see nothing wrong. I've never seen Phil so happy as in the last few months.'

'We're all good friends,' Ron said. 'And we like each other's company and as there's no jealousy involved no-one gets hurt.'

'I'm really glad that Max and me are friends again,' I said. 'I hope he doesn't get too much grief from his parents and I hope they realise that he cannot help the way he is. He should be ringing me later to tell me how he has got on.'

It was nearly four and Ron seemed a little restless to leave. I didn't mind I was expecting Max to phone at about five and I was going to suggest to him that we went for a drink so that he could tell me how he had got on.

It was a little after five when the phone went. I reached it first as my mum was busy in the kitchen. It was Max.

'How did it go?' I asked.

'I'm not sure if they even believed me,' he said gloomily. 'I told them I was gay; that I had no feelings for girls but I did for boys and that I had spent the night with you. But my dad simply said that he had know men in the army who had 'taken a fancy' to men' but that they had afterwards led a normal life. My mum then said that I would probably grow out of it. I felt so frustrated that they didn't listen to what I was saying about myself.'

'Let's go and have a drink tonight and then you can go through it all again and maybe we can find a way of getting them to listen.'

He liked the idea and we arranged to meet in the local pub at eight.

We both arrived at about the same time. He was more cheerful than he seemed on the phone earlier. I bought the drinks and we found a couple of seats where we could talk without being overheard.