Tony - The person who changed my life: Part 4

The next day I awoke and was immediately conscious of Tony lying beside me. I was facing away from him but gently turned over so as not to wake him. I looked at his face, relaxed and serene, as he slept. I now knew there was no doubt I loved him. I checked the time and saw it was only half eight. I had presumed that Tony would be going back to his home for lunch but there was still plenty of time.

I was aware that my cock was hard as it usually is when I first wake up. I gently let my hand go under the sheets and found Tony's. It too was hard and he stirred slightly as I gave it a gentle stroke. I wanted it in my mouth but I had a prior need first and slipped out of the bed and headed for the toilet. I carried out my ablutions and had a shower. I felt more refreshed but I still hankered after making love to Tony.

I returned to the bedroom and Tony now had his eyes open.

'Come here and kiss me,' he said. I lay on the bed next to him and our mouths found each other. I felt for his cock but he stopped me.

'Like you I need the bathroom and fast,' he explained. 'But I needed to kiss you first.'

He went to the bathroom and I headed off to the kitchen and put the kettle on. By the time he had finished I had made two cups of coffee. We both got back into bed to drink them.

'That was the first time I've slept with anyone,' he said. 'Except once I shared a bed with my Dad when we were on holiday. I was only about ten then.'

'You've never mentioned your Dad before,' I said. 'Does he know you're gay.'

'My Dad died a few years ago,' he said in a neutral tone and I felt as if I had touched a raw nerve.

'I'm sorry,' I said. 'It must be awful not to have him around.'

'Andy,' he said and it was almost the first time he had used my name. 'I'm going to tell you something I normally wouldn't talk to anybody about. But you're different. I feel I can tell you anything.

I put an arm around him and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

He then went on to tell me how much his Dad had meant to him. When he died Tony was only fifteen and he lost interest in everything. The bottom fell out of his world and he just didn't want to be a part of it any more. His school work suffered and the aspirations that his parents had had for him to go to college turned to nothing. He left school with no qualifications, no friends and no ambition. It was then that his Mum took a job in Birmingham and Tony and his sister moved with her to a flat on the outskirts of the city.

His Mum had hoped that the complete change of scene would enable Tony to come out of his shell but he still remained an introvert and uncommunicative. He said the job at the iron foundry suited him because he felt more comfortable using the strength of his hands rather that exercising his brain. Although he liked the guys he worked with they were never his mates and he was quite happy to go his own way when work was over. His only entertainment since he moved to Birmingham was to go to the gym.

'I started going cottaging after being at the gym,' he said. 'It all started by accident. I wanted to have a pee one night and I went to this toilet. As I stood at the urinal two guys came in and stood either side of me. I couldn't help seeing their cocks which they were obviously rubbing. I'd known I was gay since I was about twelve and the sight of these two blokes' cocks really turned me on.

'They saw I was getting hard and one of them put his hand on my cock and the other on my arse. I felt weak at the knees when they touched me but then one of them turned towards me and signalled me to suck his cock. I had fantasised about doing this and now was my chance. As I was sucking one guy the other was stroking my arse. I think he probably wanted to fuck me but I said no. But he pulled my jeans and pants right down and rimmed me instead. Then he turned me round so that I could suck him.

'I sucked both of them off and they took it in turns to suck me. I shot a huge load in one of their mouths. I found it really exciting coming like that and from then on whenever I got the chance I would go cottaging. Nearly every time I would either wank or suck someone, maybe lots of guys, I never had any feelings for these chaps I just wanted to have the sexual thrill. It was the only form of communication I had with anyone outside of my family'

He was pouring his heart out and it was obvious that it was something that he had wanted to do with somebody for some time.

'I spotted you on the bus long before you came and sat next to me,' he continued. 'Although I had become too shy to talk to anyone I still looked around to see who I fancied and I certainly fancied you. Then one day you sat next to me and you looked even better close up. I felt the pressure of your leg against mine and thought at first I was imagining it, but when I did the same to you and I felt your response and I knew it was real.

'I didn't know what to do next and then you got off the bus and that was that. I thought about you all night and in the morning determined that I was going to sit next to you again. You know the rest.

'You may have wondered why I hadn't been in that pub before. The reason was that I had never had the confidence to go in there on my own. You remember my telling you that a bloke picked me up in a cottage near the station and then took me back to his hotel to screw me. The evening when that happened I had walked past that pub several times and had been too scared to go in on my own.

'There's something about you Andy that's different to any other bloke I've ever met, apart from my Dad. I could see it in your face the first time we made contact. Your had a genuine warmth.'

As he said this I remembered the radiant smile he had given me.

'Then when I heard your voice, even though it was only a whisper, I felt a sincerity that I had only known when my Dad was talking to me.'

I asked him to stop mainly because he was starting to make me blush. I had never been complimented in this way before and did not know how to handle it.

I told him that he had had an effect on me too and that he had shown me that two guys can have strong feelings for each other.

'I was attracted to you at first because I thought you looked so sexy,' I said. 'It was lust I suppose. But it wasn't just the terrific sex we have enjoyed that makes me happy in your company but the feeling I get when you're with me. I seem to feel complete. There's only one thing that worries me at the moment and that is, if I tell you how I really think I feel about you, you may think I have just fallen for you on the rebound from my broken engagement.'

'I want to tell you truly how I feel now as well,' Tony said. 'But I'm scared of exposing my emotions too early and possibly getting hurt.

I could see what he meant because based on what he had told me he was quite vulnerable and only just coming out of the depression caused by his father's death and the slightest setback could cause him to regress.

'We know how we feel about each other without saying anymore,' I said. 'Why don't we leave it just there?'

He snuggled up to me and kissed me tenderly in a way that transmitted his love more than any words might say. I wanted to change the subject for a while.

'What did you think of the pub last night?' I asked him.

'I thought it was great to be amongst so many guys who think and act like us,' he replied.

'Yea, it felt really comfortable even when they tried to chat us up,' I said.

'Especially when they chatted us up. Do you think that two guys who fall in love should be faithful to each other like a married couple?' Tony asked.

After seeing the way that some of the guys had behaved last night I had asked a similar question of myself but I was not sure if I knew the answer.

'I think it depends on the two guys agreeing on what constraints they want to place on themselves,' I said. 'In a married relationship the major constraint is that having sex can result in more than just an orgasm and therefore being faithful is regarded as a necessity. But in a gay relationship the sexual side has no such consequence. I reckon that if a guy is constrained in a gay relationship then it's likely that it's not going to last.

'Last night we both saw guys we fancied and there were guys who fancied us. I bet if you have a wank then you'll fantasise about someone and I don't expect it to be me every time. No matter how intensely two guys care for each other I'm sure there will come a time when they will want to find out what sex with someone else is like.'

'There's also the fact that up to now we've both only had limited experience with other men,' Tony said. 'I see no problem in you going with other guys, if you wanted to, provided it didn't mean you didn't want to go with me.'

'I agree,' I said having pondered what Tony had said. 'I would only add that if I went out with you for the evening I would want to go back with you. But if that meant we went back with another chap for a threesome or something like that then that would be ok. In fact I have often fantasised about having a threesome.'

'Supposing a guy fancied me but not you or vice versa, would you let me bring him back.' Tony asked.

'That might be more difficult,' I said. 'But if I picked a guy as well then that would make us even. Perhaps next time we're in the pub we'll see who we fancy or who talks to us and decide then if we want to have group session with them.'

'It's nearly ten now do you want some breakfast?' I asked.

'After talking about having sex with other guys I just want to shag again,' he said. 'I want to start by licking every bit of your body,'

Tony got his way and did lick me all over telling me to lie still and not to respond. That was easier said than done as well as an interesting sensation especially when he came to lick my armpits and the soles of my feet.

'Next time I do that I won't let you have a shower first,' he said. 'You tasted too much of soap and not of you.'

The most sensitive places he found were the back of my neck and the inside of my thighs. By the time he had almost done I was ready for his cock and he finished off by sucking my cock and then rimming me before fucking me with a relentless drive that sent me well over the edge and then he rimmed me once more getting all his cum out of my arse.

When it was my turn I got some talc from the bathroom and spread it on his body and then gently massaged it in to every part of him. This was essentially a teasing ploy as I touched all of him except for the normal erogenous zones.

I concentrated my efforts on his neck, spine, inner thighs, soles of the feet, armpits and navel. Some areas tickled; some sent shivers through him but in the end they all sensitised his body so much that, after nearly half and hour, when I came to fuck him, he was in a state of high excitement and was crying tears of joy as I fiercely penetrated him.

Once more I gave full vent to the force of my fucking and the tears continued to flow from his eyes as his strong body became putty in my hands. By the time I was ready to come I had him on all fours and after I had shot my load I pulled my cock out of him opened his arse cheeks and buried my tongue in him letting my cum ooze out into my mouth. Although we had not had any breakfast we had had some nourishment.

It was nearly mid-day by the time we came down to earth again and he had to get ready to go home. As he was in the bathroom I lay on bed and looked forward to a time, that I knew would happen, when he was living with me and our happiness could go on without interruption.

As he was leaving he said, 'I am going to tell my Mum that you are coming to dinner next Sunday.

'I will look forward to that,' I said. 'But I will see you before that won't I? I can't go too long without shagging you.'

'Nor me,' he said laughing. 'I will be on the bus as usual tomorrow and we will make a date then.'

He put his arms around me and we kissed tenderly at first and then passionately. I didn't want to let him go but we had to release each other eventually. I waved to him from the window as he walked down the street. It felt so wonderful to be in love but so lonely when your lover was not there.