Tony – The person who changed my life: Part 10
We walked over to Tony's house and on the way talked about what we had learnt from Chris the cab driver.
'What he said about the sauna sounds really interesting to me,' Tony said. 'I wouldn't mind seeing for myself what happens there and taking part. What about you?'
I had been just as much turned on by the description Chris had given us and wanted to go too.
'It sounds like a really horny place,' I said. 'How about going there next Saturday?'
'Yea ok, we can't go during the week because of work, I suppose.'
'If you remember I did mention to Chris that we might go there on Saturday,' I said. 'Later on this week I'll give him a ring and see if he will take us there after showing us the other cruising spots he reckons are worth visiting.'
'Ask him if he wants a bit more than a blowjob for a reduced fare,' Tony suggested. We chuckled at this but we were both half serious and any saving on taxi fares was worth going after especially as Chris, although quite a bit older than us, seemed like a good shag.
We arrived in good time for dinner which his Mum and sister had been cooking.
'Make yourself at home, Andy,' his Mum said when I had entered the living room. 'Would you like a beer or some wine. We are having wine with the meal.'
I told her I would like some wine as I did not want to mix drinks and I wasn't much of a drinker anyway.
She still had things to do in the kitchen so I chatted with Tony and his sister, Susie, while we waited. She was a very attractive girl not unlike Tony in many ways but whereas he had a masculine air about him she was definitely very feminine. I asked her whether she was at college or working. I think she was flattered because I did not ask her if she was still at school.
'I do a bit of both,' she said. 'I am at college during the week, studying art, and on Saturdays I work in a chemist. What do you do?'
I told her I worked for a local engineering company in their computer department designing new systems. It was the first time I had mentioned what I did in front of Tony and he listened attentively as I tried to describe what my job entailed. I told them that I basically worked from a blank canvas using only what the people doing the job manually tell me and then to work out how a computer could do some or all of it instead.
'It's sometimes quite difficult to translate a manual or clerical activity into a computer system but that's the challenge which I like and the satisfaction I get when I come up with a solution that works.
'It sounds a bit like when I try to create a work of art,' Susie said. I thought about this for a moment and then saw what she meant and agreed with her.
'I wish I was doing something that was creative instead of pouring molten metal into moulds all day,' Tony complained.
'Perhaps you could if you went part-time to college,' I suggested. 'What is it you would like to create?'
'I was interested in journalism,' he replied. 'But I never got any qualifications and so that came to nothing.'
I was a little surprised, as so far I had not seen a negative side to Tony's character, but now he seemed to feel that he had no hope of changing his current work prospects.
'It's never too late to get qualifications,' I said. 'It's just that the longer you leave it the harder it becomes. I bet that if you went to evening classes for your GCEs you would pass them within a year.'
'You're right,' Susie said. 'Tony was always near the top of his class at school.'
She didn't mention the problems he had had when his Dad had died but I told her I knew of them from Tony and it had been then that I had thought that there must still be a chance for him to do something different from his current work.
Just then Tony's Mum came in the room and said that the dinner was ready. We went into the next room which contained a table laid up ready.
'So what have you been talking about?' his Mum asked as she carved the meat and started to serve the dinner.
'They've been talking about me,' Tony said in a complaining tone of voice.
'Andy was just saying that he didn't believe it was too late for Tony to get some qualifications and do a proper job,' Susie said.
'Well I think Tony's doing a proper job at the moment,' I said. 'And it's a job I wouldn't like to do. But I also think that if he wanted to he could do something else which might need some qualifications. But that would have to be something that Tony decided for himself. Isn't that right, Tony?'
I was afraid that I might have said too much without having discussed anything with him first but he understood what I was driving at and instead of complaining that we were trying sort his future out for him he smiled his disarming smile.
'I have actually been giving it some thought myself,' he said. 'And now that I feel more like joining in with the outside world again I would like to look at getting back on track again. And I've got Andy to thank for that because somehow he's dragged me out of my depression.'
When he said this he put his hand on mine and squeezed it. I blushed but I didn't know why. As far as I was concerned I had done nothing but the rest of his family looked at me and at our joined hands and made me feel as if I had indeed done something.
We spent a good part of the meal listening to what Tony wanted to do and making suggestions as to how he could achieve it.
'Do you think that if you lived with Andy it would make it easier?' his Mum asked.
I was a bit surprised at this as it hadn't been raised by her before. She saw my expression.
'I'm sorry,' she said. 'But Tony mentioned how much you would like him to live with you but we have never discussed it properly.'
'It's true I would like him living with me but I'm not sure if it isn't too early for him to decide yet,' I said.
'It needs a lot of thought on my part and it's something I want to talk just to my Mum about,' Tony said.
'Quite right,' I said. 'That's how I thought it was. I am in no hurry and wouldn't want to put any pressure on you.'
The subject was changed and we spent the rest of the meal telling stories about all and sundry and having a good laugh in the process. When the meal was over Tony, Susie and I went into the kitchen to do the washing up. It had been suggested that as a guest I had no need to help but I was adamant that I must do my share.
When everything was done Tony and I went to his bedroom to listen to some music on his record player.
'I hope I didn't say anything to upset you earlier,' I said when we were on our own. 'We seemed to be talking about you at times as if you weren't there. It was not intentional.'
'Don't worry I wasn't phased by it at all,' Tony said and he put his arms around me and gave me a kiss on the mouth. 'You were only saying what I had been thinking for the past few days. It's because it's been on my mind so much that I haven't talked to my Mum again about moving in with you.'
We were sitting on his bed by now still holding each other.
'Judging by what your Mum and your sister are saying they want to support you in whatever you do and I want to as well. I love you and want you to be happy.'
He let me go and went to a cupboard. He pulled out a folder and sat down beside me with it on his lap.
'I want to show you something which tells you about what I used to be like before my Dad died,' he said. He opened the folder and it was full of photos, documents and newspaper clippings. 'My Mum and Dad used to paste everything relating to me in this folder. They said it would, one day, be a happy reminder of what I had achieved as I was growing up. Nothing has been pasted in here since my Dad died because I haven't done anything in that time. Now it seems like an accusation of how I have let myself go to ruin.'
He began turning over the pages. Each one had at least one photo and some document that related to Tony. Sometimes it was a school report sometimes an article on a rugby match that Tony had played in. In each case the write up was a glowing tribute to the talent that he had shown.
'This shows you what I was capable of,' he said. 'I want to try and be like that again.'
I asked Tony to pass me the book so that I could read through it properly while he played some music.
It took me nearly an hour to look at every page and at the end I knew so much more about him. If I had thought I was in love with him before, I was more in love with him now. Here was a young lad who seemed to be able to succeed in anything he turned his hand to. There was no doubt in my mind that he could do it again and I wanted to be a part in making that happen.
As I had been reading he had put an arm round my shoulder and had been gently caressing me and occasionally kissing me on my neck and cheek. Now I was finished I grabbed him with both hands and kissed him long and hard.
'I love you Tony,' I said. 'Thanks for letting me see inside of your life. I now have no doubt that you can achieve things again just as you did when you were younger and, if you'll let me, I want to help.'
He kissed me as I had kissed him. Both times we had wanted to communicate our total commitment to making each other happy rather than a prelude to making love.
'I'm going to draw up a plan of what I want to do and how I'm going to achieve it,' he said. 'Then we can talk it over and work at it together. How about if I draft something this week and next Saturday I'll bring it with me to your flat and we will go over it together. Don't let's talk about it again until then as I want my mind to stay focussed on it when I have time to myself.'
I admired his determination and the approach that he was taking and had no reason to want to alter his strategy.
'Let's go for a walk and a chat,' he suggested. It was nearly five o'clock now and I was intending going back to the flat soon anyway and so I agreed.
I thanked Tony's Mum for the meal and promised to see them again soon. We headed over to a nearby park and just walked.
'What did you think of my Mum and sister?, he asked.
'I like them very much,' I answered truthfully. 'Your Mum is very easy to talk to and it's nice to see a family so close.'
'Do you think I would be being ungrateful if I told them I wanted to live with you?'
'I think they honestly want you to do what makes you happiest,' I replied. 'and only you can answer that. I don't think your Mum feels you have an obligation to stay with her.'
'When I asked if she would miss my rent, she said she didn't need it really and that she had put all the money by that I had given her to pay for my future education. Doesn't that put me under an obligation towards her?'
'I don't think that that is her intention,' I said after having given it some thought. 'She wants to give you a kick start, that's all.'
'You are probably right,' he said. 'My Mum would always deal straight with me and I think she's doing that now. I'm going to talk to her again to make sure but if I'm happy that she is levelling with me then I will come and live with you. If you still want me to.'
I wanted to kiss him there and then but we were in the middle of the park and it was quite full of people enjoying the evening sunshine.
'I want nothing more than for us to live together,' I said. 'And on that happy note I think I will leave you to go home. When are we next going to have the chance to make love?'
'Well we are going to meet at the gym tomorrow, Wednesday and Friday. What about if I come back with you on Wednesday?'
'Ok, I will look forward to that,' I said.
In reality we were never apart very much as we saw each other everyday on the bus to work, then we met three times a week at the gym and at weekends we spent nearly all our time together. I had no reason to complain but I still felt lonely when I went back to the empty flat.
The next day when I met Tony on the bus he said he had spoken to his Mum again about living with me and had made up his mind that he would. He wondered if he might start moving some of his things the following weekend. I could see no reason why not and he said he would start with his clothes. I made a mental note to make sure there was plenty of room in the wardrobe.
I met him again in the evening at the gym and afterwards we managed to have some privacy in the changing room for a good snogging session. Work the following day did not go well. It was not my colleagues it was simply that nothing seemed to be going right and deadlines that I should have met were slipping. By the time I got back in the evening I was totally fed up and wished that Tony was there for me to lean on for support but I was all alone and worst of all I was frustrated and desperate for a shag.
In the end I decided I could not stay in the flat all evening and after I had had something to eat I went out. I wanted sex and found myself heading towards the nearest cottage which was not far away. I had never been in there before and was glad that when I first stepped in there I was on my own and could give the place a recce.
It had three urinals and two closets. I went into one of them. There was a hole in the wall at cock height and big enough for a hand to go through. Graffiti was all over the place and while I continued to be on my own I amused myself by reading what had been written on the closet walls. I think some of the contributions had come from guys with vivid imaginations since they described activities which I was sure were impossible. There were lots of messages from guys wanting to hook up with the day and times specified of when they would be next in.
After I had been reading the messages for about ten minutes I heard the footsteps of someone approaching the cottage. I quickly locked the closet door and sat on the pedestal. Someone entered the closet next to mine and closed the door. I could clearly see through the hole that he was wearing jeans and had not yet sat down. I wanted to see more but didn't want to make it too obvious. I leaned forward as far as I could and was able to see that he had undone his flies but had not pulled his jeans down. Leaning forward a little bit more I could see that he had pulled his cock out and was stroking it to make it hard.
I could feel my cock growing hard in my jeans which were still fastened. I rubbed my cock through the material. As I started to do that a finger was pointed through the hole. I had never been cottaging in a closet before only at the urinal and so I was not acquainted with what various signs meant but seeing a finger appear at the hole did seem to indicate that a cock should follow. I was about to stand up when the finger disappeared and a few seconds later a cock took its place. It was now fully hard and the foreskin had been pulled back to reveal a shiny pulsating helmet.
I had no idea what the guy in the other closet looked like but he certainly had a lovely looking cock. I thought to my self what shall I do. I was in the cottage because I was bored and wanted sex. Tony and I had discussed the question of going with other fellers and concluded that it was ok provided it didn't spoil the magic that we knew existed between us. Having let all that run through my mind I grabbed hold of the cock and felt its hardness and warmth in my hand. I gently wanked it and the guy started to move his hips back and forth so that I could just keep my hand still. He did that for a few minutes and then he pulled his cock back out of the hole.
His hand now appeared on my side of the wall and I knew he wanted me to put mine through so that he could feel it. I stood up and undid my jeans and pulled them down along with my pants. My cock was rock hard and I moved it towards the hole so that it was in the guy's hand. He started to wank me now and at the same time pull me more towards the hole so that my cock was sticking right through it. I then felt his mouth wrap around it and he started to suck me. He knew what he was doing as I soon felt like I was going to come. But I didn't want to end the moment just then and wanted to have another chance to suck him.
I pulled my cock out of the hole and waited. In no time his was on my side. I knelt down and took it in my mouth. I loved feeling the throbbing of his cock against my tongue and I ran it all over the curves and ridges of his helmet. Once again he started to move his hips so that I could keep my head still as he fucked my mouth. I didn't want to stop sucking him and he didn't seem to want me to stop. We kept it going for about five minutes and then he shot the first of about six jets of cum into my mouth.
It tasted quite different to Tony's cum but was not unpleasant and I happily swallowed it all. Including some that had dribbled out of my mouth onto my chin. Once the guy had come and taken his cock out of my mouth he just zipped up his jeans and disappeared out of the cottage. I never knew what he looked like; how old he was or whether I even fancied him. He had had his thrill and I had had a mouthful of cum. It was a totally different type of sex from what Tony and I enjoyed but it was I wanted at that time.
I sat on the pedestal again but this time my jeans were still undone and down by my ankles. I was hoping for another guy to come in and for the same thing to happen. I was not disappointed and within five minutes another guy was in the closet next door. This time I put my hand through the hole and I immediately heard him stand up and move. A cock appeared in the hole. It was not yet fully hard and still drooped downwards.
I took hold of it and knelt down and got it in my mouth. Although it was still quite soft I sucked on it and I could sense it getting harder. Soon it was fully erect and I realised that this guy had a huge cock. Even though the wall was about two inches thick, the amount of his dick which was on my side was nearly eight inches. He must have been ten inches long. I sucked on it getting as much of his length in me as I could. He pulled out after a while and I was about to stick mine through when he passed me a note and a pencil.
I sat on the pedestal and read. 'Would you like me to fuck you?'
I was not sure how to react. Seeing that huge cock I was turned on and did like the idea of that pumping my arse. But I wasn't sure if I could take it. Another note came through and I read.
'If you bend over I will put some grease on your hole and then fuck you.'
I was even more attracted to the idea and wrote back simply 'OK'. And passed back the pencil.
I positioned myself so that my arse was facing the gloryhole and only a few inches form it. I felt a hand on my bum and then a finger poking my hole gently. Then I felt the grease being applied to my hole and the finger pushed itself inside me. It felt good not just because my arse liked being poked but because of the anonymity of it. He applied a lot of grease and finger fucked me for some while before replacing his fingers with his cock. I moved so that my cheeks were pressed against the wall and my arsehole was as near as it could get to his dick.
I felt his cock pressing against my hole and then it went inside me. Because of my experience to date it did not hurt me and very soon he was in me as far as the wall allowed. I now felt him fucking me. Because of the amount of grease he had used there was quite a squelching noise as his cock worked its way in and out of me. I pulled my cheeks apart in the hope that more of him would enter me. He started to quicken his pace and very soon I sensed that he had come.
He continued fucking me but gradually he stopped altogether and then pulled out. I turned round and looked through the hole and could see him wiping his cock and then putting it back in his pants. I was conscious of cum running out of my hole and down my legs and looked to see if there was any paper to wipe it. There was none. The only alternative was to pull up my pants and let the cum soak into them. It was a good thing I did my own washing as I would have had some explaining to do. I decided to leave my pants where they where and sit on the pedestal again and see what would happen next.
With a few minutes another bloke was in the next door closet and he had already put his cock through the hole. Without any preliminaries I stood up and positioned my hole against the tip of it and impaled myself on it. He was quite long and fat and it was a very sensual fuck despite the wall separating us. I could hear him breathing heavily as he started to reached his climax. Then I felt him spasm as he shot his load in me. There was lots of cum everywhere and it was running down my legs.
This time I decided that I would leave the closet but first I placed my hand under my arsehole and collected the cum that was dribbling from it. I collected quite a bit of spunk which I licked up. There was still lots of jism that had not seeped out and when I pulled up my pants they immediately became soaked with cum. I hoped that it was not going to soak through to my jeans so that everybody would be able to see the damp patch.
I came out of the closet and could see that now one of the urinals was occupied. I went to the wash basin so that I could observe the guy standing there and see if he was there for more than a pee. He hadn't looked in my direction but I could see that his arm was moving rhythmically and knew he was rubbing himself. I deliberately made some noise as I dried my hands and he turned to look at me. For the first time I could see he was a chap of about my age and not bad looking. I hadn't come yet even though I had had three guys through the gloryhole. My cock which had softened started to harden again and I knew I wanted to get to know this chap a bit more.
I went up to the urinal next to him and looked down towards his crutch. His hand nearly covered his erect cock but I could see enough to know he was quite big. I had my cock out by this time and he looked at it and smiled at me. I smiled back and leant over towards him and lightly kissed him on the cheek. He turned his head slightly and we kissed on the lips.
He turned towards me and I got a better look at his cock. I wanted to wrap my mouth around it and literally licked my lips. He put a hand on my shoulder and pushed me down. I knew what he intended and got on my knees by the urinal and took his cock in my mouth. All thought of someone else coming into the cottage had gone and I just savoured the taste and feel of this cock inside my mouth.
I grabbed his hips and he put his hands behind my head. Between the two of us we pulled our bodies together as I sucked him with all the expertise I could muster. Without warning I felt the first of several jets of cum hit the inside of my mouth. I didn't know whether to try and save it and share it with the chap or swallow all of it myself. I opted for the latter as he did not seem to be in any hurry to take his cock out of my mouth.
He did eventually and I stood up just in time before another guy came in for a piss.
'See me outside,' the chap I had just sucked whispered. He zipped up and left the cottage. I did the same and saw him a few paces down the road. He quickly looked back to see that I was following and then turned to enter a narrow alleyway. I turned into it too and saw him half-concealed in the entrance to a derelict building.
'Hi,' he said. 'What are you into?'
'Just about everything,' I said. 'What about you?'
'I would have liked to have fucked you,' he said. 'But I haven't a place to go.'
I was about to say that I had but changed my mind.
'Perhaps next time we meet we might have somewhere to go,' I said instead.
'I hope so too,' he said. 'My name's Bob by the way.'
'I'm Andy,' I said. 'I've got to go now. I'll see you around.'
I turned to leave and he gripped my arm and smiled. It was all he needed to do to indicate he fancied me. I smiled back and made my way home. I had had four guys in short succession each leaving their cum with me in one way or another. I felt better than when I had gone out but I suddenly felt sorry that I had not been sharing these encounters with Tony at my side. I didn't feel guilty though and I would tell him about everything.
When I got back to my flat I headed for the shower and washed away all the cum that had seeped out of my body. The jeans I had been wearing had a big damp patch in the gusset and I put them in a bucket to soak before washing. My underpants were saturated with spunk. I put them to my nose and the smell of the men I had enjoyed came back to me. I put them in the wash as well.
That night I lay in bed and wanked myself thinking mainly of Tony but also reliving the casual sex I had enjoyed. I knew I had been a slut but it was also something I had had to do.
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