Ron and I become lovers : Part 7

After a while I got up, it was still quite early and Ron had not yet gone to work. I had not told him about my meeting with Pete in the afternoon as I was not sure how he would react to the reason why I wanted to speak to Pete. I did tell him that I would be busy all day and would see him at about eight that evening. Sam left at the same time but as he lived in the opposite direction to me we parted company outside Ron’s flat.

I got home and as usual my mum was up and fussing about the house straightening things up before going shopping. She asked me if I had had a good time but did not press me for details. I was glad as I did not want to tell her about what Ron, Sam and I had been doing and I also did not want to spin her an alternative yarn.

I made my breakfast and after eating it went to my room. I had remembered my college work which I wanted to get out of the way. The exercise of putting my brain in gear also helped me prepare for seeing Pete since I wanted to have a serious discussion with him about relationships, especially me and Ron. When I had done my assignment I found myself jotting down a few notes about what I wanted to ask. I wasn’t going to take it with me but it did help to focus my mind.

Mum had returned by now and I told her that as I had got my work out of the way I was going to go out for a ride on my bike. It was now two fifteen and I reckoned I had just enough time to get to Pete’s by half past. When I arrived I parked my bike at the side of the house and he must have heard me as he shouted from the garden for me to go through the side gate into the back where I found him sitting on one of the loungers on the patio.

“Come and sit next to me”, he said, “I’ve got some home made ginger beer here which you should find refreshing”.

I took the glass gratefully and sat down on the lounger next to him.

“So how is life treating you?”, he asked.

I told him about Sam and how a matter of days ago he had been a virgin but now seemed to be into every variation of sex going. How Ron, Sam and I had spent the previous night and then I said.

“I feel that I love Ron but I cannot understand if it is the real thing because we seem to have a good sexual relationship and I think an emotional one too but sometimes I think I have the same feelings for other men as well and that does not tally with my idea of a truly loving relationship”.

“I think I understand your dilemma”, Pete said “but are you sure you are ready for love yet? I think you need to ask yourself if you are in love or simply feeling love for Ron. There’s quite a difference between the two”.

“I don’t think I understand what you are trying to say”, I told Pete.

“Let me try to explain by telling you about John and me. We were what I would class as in love. That is we had a totally sharing relationship. I do not mean that we just shared sex, possessions and living. We also shared our experiences and emotions as well. We shared the things that went right; the things that went wrong; the highs; the lows. In the end we shared his illness but the only thing we could not share was his death and that is why I feel so lost at times.

“You have only just met Ron. You have not put your relationship with him to the test to see if you could share things as John and I did. Those opportunities have not arisen yet. So far you can only assess each other on what you know and if you feel that you can’t trust each other or that one of you will let the other down then your relationship is not going to last. But if you know that you can depend on each other then you have a chance. It’s knowing how far you can depend on each other which is the key and you must give your relationship time to test that out. Until you are more sure of each other I think you would be being presumptuous to say you are in love, but there is no harm in feeling love for each other. Does that make more sense to you?”

“Yes, I can see what you are saying now and it does make sense. What I am also unsure about is whether we should be trying to be monogamous or is that unnecessary in a gay relationship?”

“That”, Pete answered “depends completely on the couple involved. If you found you were jealous everytime Ron looked at another man then it would be senseless for you to attempt the sort of open relationship that you seem to have. If you find that sex only works between you if you have a threesome then you don’t love Ron as you think you do. If you are both happy with occasionally sharing your bodies with other men and neither of you try to restrict the other then within your relationship it is probably a catalyst to being more happy with each other.

“What I would want you to beware of is someone intruding in your life and trying to break up your relationship with Ron simply because you have both been generous enough to share it with somebody else”.

Again Pete made perfect sense and he had succeeded in setting my mind at rest. I realised then that I was jumping the gun too much by expecting that I should be feeling more from my relationship with Ron. We had only known each other for a few weeks and I was still very young and emotionally inexperienced.

I asked Pete if he wanted to talk anymore about John at that time but he said no. He did not seem as depressed as he had a few weeks ago. In fact, realising that my want of counselling was at an end he said to me.

“Are we going to talk all afternoon or is there something else you would like to do?”

I feigned innocence and he then moved over to join me on my lounger and placed his arm around my shoulders. Immediately I felt my body come alive and I found myself bringing my lips up to his and we kissed like familiar lovers.

I then asked him, “Pete, I don’t want to hurt you but I would like you to make love to me as you would have done to John. Would you or could you do that to me?”

Pete was smiling and he said to me, “if anyone else had said that to me I would probably have told them to ‘piss off’, but with you I feel such an affinity, it’s sometimes as if you are John. You could never replace him but you could make me feel fulfilled as he did”.

We went into the house and he led me up to the bedroom. Without saying a word he look me in his arms again and kissed me gently but purposefully on the lips. Our lips stayed joined for some time and our tongues started probing the insides of our mouths then I felt myself being guided towards the bed. As my legs made contact with the edge of it Pete, his lips still clamped firmly to mine, let me sit and then lie on the surface. He moved me onto my back and was lying on top of me but he supported his body on his arms and legs so that I felt the presence of him but was not squashed by his weight.

The passion generated through his lips and tongue made my head spin with desire and I was sorry when he eventually took his lips away from mine. He undid the buckle of the belt around my waist and unzipped my fly. He then started to gradually unbutton my shirt. As each button was released he pulled away the two sides of the garment and kissed my chest exposing a little more of me each time.

When it was undone completely he went down to my feet and unlaced my trainers opening up each so that they could be slipped off my feet followed by my socks. He now started to kiss and lick my feet. This was a strange experience since it was ticklish but extremely erotic at the same time and my body did not know whether to recoil from the tickling or relish in the stimulation. In the end it was Pete’s hands firmly clasping my feet to his mouth that made the decision.

After a while he stopped and reaching for my shoulders he lifted me off the bed onto my feet in a quick motion and then pushed my shirt off my shoulders where it then slipped down my arms and onto the floor. He pushed my jeans together with my pants over my arse and they fell to the floor and I stepped out of them. I stood in front of him totally naked with such a throbbing hard-on I could feel the blood pulsing in it.

He pushed me gently back onto the bed and started to kiss me all over my face, neck and chest while at the same time undoing and removing his clothes. He was very adept at doing this and at no time did he falter with a sticking shoe or a button refusing to open. In a matter of seconds he was lying next to me totally naked. He continued his kissing and caressing for a little while longer and then he stopped and he told me to roll over onto my stomach, relax and close my eyes.

I did as he asked and soon felt the slightest sensation of something falling onto my back which I discovered was Pete shaking talcum powder onto it. He then started to massage my back through the powder. His hands were smooth and gentle and at times hardly seemed to make contact with me but always they were sensual and sent shivers of pleasure through me. He started up by my neck and gradually worked his hands down my back to my waist. I was reminded of what Jack had done to me at Pete’s party but this was different. Whereas Jack had used his tongue in a very sensual manner Pete was using his hands and every finger seemed to work in an different manner to give me the maximum pleasure.

His hands carried on down from my waist and started to massaged my round but firm arse. I could not wait for Pete to start to stroke my arsehole which was aching for some attention. But Pete had other ideas and he bypassed that most sensitive part of me, leaving me mentally crying out for something , anything to be penetrating me. It was to no avail though because Pete knew that by teasing me he was turning me on even more.

His hands continued relentlessly down the back of my thighs, calves and the soles of my feet, which still tingled from the licking they had had earlier. He then rolled me gently over onto my back and I lay there completely prone while he showered me with talcum and proceeded up my body from my feet. I was not surprised but nevertheless frustrated when he bypassed my cock and balls completely. I mentioned earlier how rampant my erection was. Far from abating it now felt fit to burst.

His hand encompassed my waist and moved up to my chest but instead of caressing my nipples he made deliberate circles with his fingers around them. He was a master of teasing and had this been the first time that Pete and I had made love I would have been screaming at him to start feeling the major zones of my body but instead my sub-conscience told me that this was the prelude to some really, really serious passion.

He reached my neck and his fingers worked their way up the sides of my face and massaged in and around my ears. I then felt Pete’s warm breath on my cheek as he laid a kiss on my lips in the most gentle way possible. I felt incapable of movement and when his lips did not leave mine but continued kissing me now applying more pressure as they parted my mouth and his tongue went inside, it felt as if I was being fed pure nectar from the gods.

The rest happened by instinct. His hands went under my thighs which rose in the air and my legs came apart so that he was able to get between me and having previously lubed his cock he slowly but surely penetrated me with one long sustained stroke right up to his balls. I got this wonderful feeling of being gradually filled out by that massive tool of his.

He was in no hurry and stayed buried in me without moving for some minutes while he continued raining kisses over my face and neck. My eyes were still closed and I felt as if I was in seventh heaven. He now kissed me on both eyelids which opened as if a spell had been broken and he smiled down at me as he started to pull his cock out in readiness for thrusting it back into me.

I smiled back and said, “you wonderful man, you really know how to make me feel wanted and desperate for you. The way you have made love to me so far is better than anything I have ever experienced and I'm sure it's going to even better still”.

He said nothing but started to slowly pump his massive length in and out of my body. I could feel every inch of it because he had earlier brought my body alive all over with his massaging. He was also feeling my nipples which had been so sadly neglected before and they tingled with excitement. He would not let me stimulate him as he was already aroused from his treatment of me and needed nothing more to make his pleasure greater. I let him use me in whatever way he wanted; responding to the way he moved me about the bed and feeling like putty in his hands. On the regular occasions that he kissed me I felt like I was being moved to another world.

After he had been making love for nearly an hour he had me on my knees and was behind me gently pumping his massive tool in my arse. He knew he was massaging my prostrate and this started to induce the feeling of an impending orgasm although I had not once stroked my cock which had remained rock solid. I heard him whisper in my ear that he was going to come soon.

“Are you near to coming too?” he asked.

'Yes,” I said. “I don't seem to have any control over it.”

“Just let it happen,' Pete said.

I knew it must be his cock rubbing my prostrate that bring me close to a climax and I didn't try to resist it. About a minute later he seemed to lose control of his rhythm and I knew he was about to come. As if there was telepathy between our pleasure centres the sexual ecstasy I had been experiencing became more intense and without warning the best orgasm I had ever felt overwhelmed me and my cock was spurting cum all over the bed as I submitted to the mental and physical pleasure that Pete had generated within me. The fact that I knew Pete was filling my hole with cum only added to my exhilarated state.

We were both spent physically and rolled to one side still joined together but ow able to relax our bodies. I could feel Pete's breath on my shoulders as he tried to bring it under control. I was also panting although it was not from the physical exertion but the emotional toll that Pete's lovemaking had had on me. After several minutes when we lay still not saying a word I felt Pete slip out of me and I turned to face him. He was smiling and he appeared to be enraptured.

“I know now that I am not in love with Ron,” I said. “Because I feel exactly the same way about you, if not more so.”

'I feel real love for you too,” Pete told me. “You're the first guy I have done that to since John.”

“We have something really special between us,” I said. “I don't want to complicate it by talking about love.”

“Nor do I,” Pete agreed. “but I do want to make love to you again like that on a regular basis. Just the two of us.”

“That's fine by me,” I said. Knowing that he yearned for me as much I yearned for him was sufficient.

“I was going to ask you if it would be all right for Sam to come to your next party in a week's time,” I said in an attempt to change the subject.

'By all means so long as he is willing to submit all the other guys there,” Pete replied.

“The only thing that will get in the way of him being fucked by everybody will be me intent on doing the same thing,” I said.

Pete laughed and gave me a hug with his strong arms. I looked at the clock and saw that it was nearly half five.

“I had better get back,” I said and started hunting for my clothes which were scattered far and wide. “I'm meeting Ron at eight and I've got to have something to eat first.”

I finally found all my clothes and was ready to leave.

“I'll see you next week at the party,” I said as I was kissing him good bye.

“Or you could come round earlier and we could have a repeat performance of this afternoon,” Pete said and I could tell by his voice he was serious.

“You're on,” I said as I got on my bike and rode away.

On the short journey home I wondered whether I should tell Ron about the session I had just had with Pete. I was still not sure how deep Ron's feelings for me were and I wanted to bring our relationship back to being good friends rather than lovers. I was not sure Ron would want the same.