Ron and I become lovers: Part 3

It was half ten now and I said to him, "I'm hungry, shall we have a pizza? My treat".

"Ok", he said, "but let me get a couple of beers".

We got back to his flat with our takeaways. He put on some music and we sat on the settee and started eating.

"What did you think of cruising?". Ron asked.

"It's great for meeting fellers and enjoying sex in the open air", I told him, "but I don't like the problem of being caught by police for simply doing what is natural to me. Nor do I like the thought of queer bashers. It just gives me that uneasy feeling".

"Yea", Ron said, "but I don't know the solution to that one".

"I've heard that gay saunas are quite good", I told Ron.

"Yes, I've heard that as well. I’ve never been to one but there are some in Birmingham and of course London."

"Perhaps we can go to one sometime", I suggested.

"That's not a bad idea", he said, "let's give it some thought, we'll work something out".

We had finished our pizzas by now and Ron said, "I need a shower before going to bed care to join me?".

I didn't need asking twice and followed Ron's lead in divesting myself of my clothes before we both climbed under the shower. We picked up a piece of soap each and vigorously set about washing ourselves. For some reason our cocks, balls and arseholes came in for a lot of attention and by the time we had finished must have been the most washed in town. We eventually decided we were clean enough and left the shower.

Ron dried my back while I dried the front then I turned my attention to him. I stroked his bottom and played my fingers over his arsehole. He was really enjoying it. I kissed the back of his neck and then ran my tongue down his spine reaching the top of his arse where his cheeks begin.

He knew what I was going to do and said, "I've been looking forward to you fucking me all week".

"Good", I said, "I've been thinking a hell of a lot about you too and I need to make fantasy into reality".

"I've never been the object of someone's fantasy before", Ron said, "it's quite flattering".

"I bet there's been lots of fellers wanking themselves dry while thinking of you", I told him and this time I did see Ron blush.

We got into bed and wrapped our arms around each other and started kissing. Gently at first, light kisses over our faces and necks and then as our passion took a stronger hold we kissed more fiercely. My body ached for Ron it was a lovely feeling because I knew it was shortly to be satisfied.

I told Ron,"I want to get my tongue into that delicious arse of yours".

He replied, "oh yea, get it in there now", and he followed his remark by kneeling over my face so that his arse was right above me. My tongue felt the soft lining of his hole and I pushed it in as far as it would go. Ron moved his hips to ensure he got maximum pleasure and then he leaned forward and took my cock in his mouth. I could tell that he was getting really worked up and eventually he could hold back no longer and he stopped his sucking.

"Fuck me now, Phil", he said, "I'm ready for it".

I quickly rolled him onto his back and placed his legs on my shoulders. I could quite clearly see his arsehole which glistened from the saliva I had liberally applied with my tongue. Without putting any lube on him or my cock I started pushing it inside him and it slipped in steadily until I was completely enveloped by him.

I stopped all movement to savour the feeling. But then I could wait no longer and nor could Ron who shouted, "fuck me, Phil. Treat me like a whore. Treat me like a slut".

Looking at his beautiful body and handsome face from my vantage point above him, I knew I could not think of him in those terms, but my desire to fuck him was less observant and closing my eyes I began to forcefully and mercilessly ram my cock into his arse, knowing that each lunge created a mixture of pleasure and pain for him. His body was at a loss as to what to do. Alternately he lay there helpless and then he made a grab for me each movement seeming to come from an urge to increase his excitement.

I kept this pace up for several minutes until I knew I was going to come and I called out, “I'm coming, I'm coming aaggh!”.

My orgasm seemed to go on forever, each time I moved my cock inside Ron I felt another spasm and more cum shot out. This continued for what seemed minutes afterwards. I was shattered and after letting Ron take his legs from my shoulders collapsed on top of him my cock still in his arse.

He held me tight and said in a whisper, "I love you Phil. You're the most wonderful thing that has ever happened to me".

"I love you too, Ron", I replied, surprised that I had said what I was thinking out loud. Ron held me even tighter and our lips found each other for the sweetest kiss I had ever experienced. We held each other for a long time not wanting that moment of magic to leave us.

My cock had lost some of its hardness now and had slipped out of Ron who looked at me and said, "there's some unfinished business I must attend to down below”.

I immediately latched on to what he was saying and moving the other way up I was able to lick Ron's arse while he got all of my cock in his mouth and licked and sucked it clean. When he had done that I gave Ron the best blow job I knew how and was pleased that he was excited enough to come within a few minutes. I now had that mouthful of cum I so wanted. I let Ron remove his cock from my mouth and swallowed all of his cum treating it as a token of our love.

This time I held him tight and spoke out loud of my love for him. We fell asleep soon after still wrapped in each other's arms. We stayed like that until we were woken at seven o'clock in the morning by Ron's alarm clock.

"Sorry", he said, "but I must get up and get ready for work. Stay in bed a little while longer if you like" and he leant over and kissed me.

I groaned with the the satisfaction of someone who felt thoroughly spoiled and said, "don't get up yet. Come here let's make love again".

"Don't think I don't want to", he said "but I must resist the temptation".

I knew it was hopeless protesting and so I said more matter of factly, "I'll use the bathroom after you and then I'd better head off home. It was a wonderful night and in case you think I was just being carried away, I do love you Ron".

“And I love you too", he replied

It felt really good to know now it had not been a dream.

When I was ready to go I asked Ron, "when shall we see each other again?".

"Tonight, I hope", he replied, "I tell you what, why not give Pete a ring and see if we can go round his for a bit. You know last week he told us to keep in touch".

"Ok", I said, "I'll ring him and let you know what he says. In any event I'll call round here at eight this evening".

"Yea, great I'm looking forward to it".

And with that we kissed and I left for home. It was now eight in the morning my mum, not unexpectedly, was up when I got back.

"Hello", she said, "another all night session. Your social life seems to have taken an upturn, but I wish you'd tell me when you are going to be out all night. I just like to know you are safe".

"I know mum", I said, "I'm sorry I should have phoned you but it had got late and I did not want to disturb you".

"Do you think we can talk later", mum said, "there's something I want to chat about with you".

"Ok", I said a bit puzzled by my mum who had previously never been one to chat with me, "I'll be here all day, we can have a coffee and talk after you get back from shopping".

She said cheerio and set out while I prepared myself some breakfast.

I rang Pete while my mum was out. He was in and sounded pleased to hear from me. I told him that Ron and I had got close, I didn't use the word love, and we were wondering if it was possible to come an see him that night. He said yes he would be glad to see us both and invited us to dinner. I told him that would be great and would tell Ron.

I rang Ron at his shop and he sounded pleased too when I told him the arrangements.
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My mum came back from the shops after a couple of hours and I helped her put the shopping away and made the coffee. We took it into the lounge so that we could sit down and relax. My mum has always found it easy to speak to me but this time she seemed a bit tongue-tied, but she found her voice eventually.

"You know I told you that your father left me for another woman", she began, "well that was not really true. I told you that because I thought you would find it more acceptable than the truth. He actually got himself involved with a man. It turned out that your dad was homosexual and although I'm sure he sincerely loved me when we were married and when you were born, he later discovered that his true happiness was not with me but with a man he had met”.

“You can imagine how hurt I felt because it felt like a double rejection. He was not only replacing me he was also telling me that my love was not good enough for him. It really hurt at the time but that was a few years ago now and we have met and talked since and I now understand the torment he was going through. He could neither please me nor please himself until he met this other man and then he had to confront me with his sexuality, knowing how much it would hurt. He still loved me you see, even though he could not physically show it".

My mum was getting quite upset telling me this and I let her continue without interruption. I was shocked at the revelation and found myself wanting to ask loads of questions. So when she finished I asked.

"Is he living with a man now, because I have only ever seen dad on his own when I've visited him?".

"Oh yes", my mum replied, "the same man. He had at least found someone he could love and live with, but to protect you from the truth he always made sure that his partner was out of the way when you visited".

I asked a load of questions and then asked, "why are you telling me this, now?".

She said, "two reasons, first I think you should know the truth and second, and this is more difficult, I don't want you to feel trapped like he did".

I was about to say something but my mum stopped me and continued, "I got to know your father well before he left me and I remember mannerisms of his that at the time meant nothing but later I realised were part of his homosexual make-up. Like the way he used to look at some men as if he was undressing them. His attention to his appearance and a tendency to accentuate his body with the clothes he wore. I see you doing the same thing and it makes me feel that you and he are very alike. Would I be right?".

I hesitated over my response. My mum, in her usual way, had very astutely hit upon the truth and I had an opportunity to make a full admission about my sexuality. I then thought of Ron and how hard making that admission had been for him. I did not believe my mum was going to condemn me for being the way I was so I took a deep breath and said to her, “yes, mum, you are absolutely right. It's such a relief to be able to tell you. I've known I was gay for a long time but it is only recently that I have met other fellers who are the same. Please don't ask me how I met them. I can assure you though that they are all very nice people and I am not ashamed to call them friends. In fact there is one chap I have become very fond of. He is the one I was with last night".

Mum came over to me and put her arms around me. I could see tears in her eyes but she was not crying. She said to me, “I'm so glad you have had the courage to be honest with me. I know how difficult it is to admit to being gay to yourself let alone to other people. Who is this boy you've met?, Do I know him?".

"His name's Ron and he works in the chemist on the high street", I told her.

Mum laughed and said, "oh I think I’ve spoken to him this morning because I went in there to have a prescription made up. He's a really nice looking young man as I remember and very polite ".

We chatted some more and as we talked I felt the tension created by her realisation of my sexuality lift off me completely so that when mum suggested that I invite Ron round on Sunday for dinner I agreed subject to Ron being happy with the arrangement. I was still puzzled about my father and how he was going to react to knowing he and I were so similar. I reckoned that once I got my head around this piece of news I would phone him and we would have a chat.

I met Ron later that evening as arranged. I was excited to tell him about the conversation with my mother and as we drove over to Pete's I gave him the gist of it. He could not believe that my dad unbeknown to me could be gay and it was only my insistence that convinced him. I think he was also a bit apprehensive about meeting my mum but I told him she was a very friendly person and he would find out on Sunday if he came round mine as invited. He agreed to come in the end.

We got to Pete's and found him outside by the pool laying out a selection of cold meats and salad.

"Hi you two", he said as if Ron and I had been partners for years. "I hope you don't mind salad but I'm not much of a cook. There'll be another salad to follow, this time made with fruit, so it's definitely healthy eating today".

We both went over and kissed him. Judging by the way he kissed us in return he was glad to see us.

"Have you had a good week?", He asked us both.

"It was ok, I suppose", I answered, "it's the weekend that's been good so far".

Ron nodded and said, "yes, but we were lucky last night, just as we were leaving the woods two car loads of police arrived. If it hadn't been for Phil feeling uneasy about the place we might have been caught".

"Yea, I heard about that from Bob. He nearly got caught as well. They must be having a crackdown. It's probably best to leave the place alone for a while".

"We did score though before the police came", I said, "and it was good but I'm not happy with the risks involved. Ron and I were thinking of going to a sauna. Do you know anything about them".

"I've been to a couple", Pete said, "and they are really good. Absolutely safe and full of the most gorgeous fellers. I'm sure you'll get on well there. Any idea when you're going?".

"No", I said, "but something has cropped up since we last met. My mother knows that I am gay. It doesn't worry her thank goodness, but she told me something about my father that I did not know before". And I continued talking telling Pete about my father being gay and that he lived in London with his partner.

"So if Ron and I go down there we may be able to stay with dad, isn't that an odd turnup?".

Pete was amazed, "so father and son both gay. Yes, that is unusual. Have you spoken to your dad about this?", He asked.

"No", I said, "I intend to ring him soon when I've got used to the idea".

"Let me give you some advice", Pete said, "it was a shock to you finding out your dad was gay. It's going to be just as big a shock to him, perhaps bigger, finding out that you are gay as well. In fact because of what it was like for him he may be reluctant to talk to you about it. How about asking your mum to ring him first and let her explain about you and how well you are coping and enjoying yourself. Then if he is ok about it, you can talk to him yourself".

I could see the wisdom of what Pete was saying and agreed that it was a sensible course of action. We had been eating throughout this conversation and were now finishing off the last of the fruit salad.

"Thanks Pete that was delicious and just right for a warm day like today", I said and Ron nodded in agreement, his mouth still full with food.

"When your meal has had time to settle would you lads fancy a bit of skinny dipping. It's not a heated pool I'm afraid but if I put the jacuzzi on we can warm up in there afterwards".

This seemed like a brilliant idea and we both said yes.

"Tell me", Pete said, "if you two are an item does that mean you are not interesting in playing around?".

I looked at Ron and saw that he was smiling. I said, "hell no, it's partly because we enjoy sharing sex with other people that we get on so well. If we started restricting ourselves we would soon get fed up with each other and it wouldn't last. Wouldn't you agree Ron?".

"Yes, Phil's absolutely right. We enjoy each other's company and we enjoy having sex together, in fact it's fantastic, but if I want lust rather than love I will find it with other people and if Phil is there as well that is an added bonus".

"Well that sounds eminently sensible to me", said Pete, "I hope I'm on the list of people you would come to for lust".

"You're not just on the list, you're top of the list", I said jokingly, but at the same time I was serious.

"Hear, hear", said Ron in agreement.

"Good", said Pete, "so we can expect some fun and games later?".

"You bet", we both said together.

"Let's get our kit off and have a swim", said Pete, and we stripped off there and then and jumped in. It was freezing but refreshing and I attempted to swim to get warmer. We stayed in there for a few minutes but we were looking forward to having a dip in the jacuzzi which was both warming and relaxing. After the coldness of the pool our three cocks had really shrivelled.