Seekers

Chapter 7 - Entertaining

Jeff met Paul at the gym hoping to hear an acceptance of his proposal for Sunday. The changing room was busy, and they found lockers some distance apart. Neither evidently wished to discuss the invitation across the room, so it was not until they were walking out to where they could join the aerobic dance group that Paul broached the subject.

"I've been thinking, Jeff." He hesitated. "I'll take you up on the offer. As It happens, I'm working quite close to you, so I should make it to your place by about one. I'll have all my kit with me though — and I'll need a shower."

"No problem. I was thinking as well. I'll take the sofa bed, you can sleep in then." Jeff began his warm-up routine. "Your kit? That shouldn't be a problem - unless you're talking a van load."

Paul laughed, getting into his warm-up. "No. Just a couple of large bags. They can stay in the hall — I probably won't need anything in them."

They took their places for the workout and Jeff, happy with the knowledge he'd have the company of a guy he liked at the weekend, threw himself into it. It was a good session and he was feeling the effort by the time they stopped. There was little chance to talk again though as the changing room was full and the showers fully occupied. They met again in the entrance to the gym.

"Sandwich and drink?"

"Thanks, Paul. Yes, I need one now."

"Yeah, I bet." Paul led the way to the cafe again. 

The waitress greeted them warmly. "Hi Paul, you guys going to make a habit of this?" She led them to a table in the back, waited while they sat and handed over the menu.

Jeff handed it to Paul. "I'll have the turkey and cranberry sandwich, and a Ginger and Lychee drink, thanks."

Paul chuckled and handed back the menu. "Make that two. Oh, and this is on my bill." He grinned at Jeff. "Fair's fair. You're doing the lunch on Sunday."

Jeff put a lot of effort into having the flat spotless and tidy on Saturday. He'd also put a lot of thought into what he was going to prepare for Sunday's lunch and his fridge was well stocked with the things he needed for the menu he planned. He'd changed all the bedding in his bedroom so his visitor would have a clean fresh bed to sleep in, and had his own things ready to sleep on the sofa bed in the living room. He enjoyed a light supper and a beer as he watched the light fade on the roof top terrace, trying hard to control the swirling desires, confused hopes and fears and get his emotions under control.

The door buzzer startled him awake.

"Paul," Jeff smiled his relief. "Come on in."

"Thanks." Paul heaved a large and heavy-looking sports bag in and slipped a smaller backpack from his shoulder. "I managed to get away a bit earlier." He smiled. "Where do you want me to dump my stuff?"

Jeff nodded to the short passage. "The bedroom. I'll take the sofa, so you can sleep a little longer." He reached to take the sports bag and was surprised by the weight of it. "Can I get you something to drink?" His pulse was racing as he took in his friend's appearance, his cock stirring in his jeans. Paul's tight black jeans bulged at the crotch and almost moulded to his legs, moulding to his shapely butt. The tee shirt showed off the muscles of the his chest and there was a faint scent of something Jeff couldn't quite place as Paul slipped off his jacket and hung it. "Come on, I'll put this down for you and get you a drink. Beer? Wine? Or something harder?"

"Just water, thanks. Do you mind if I take a shower?" Paul laughed. "I'm a bit sweaty and smelly." He followed Jeff to the bedroom and smiled appreciatively at the freshly made bed and the tidy appearance.

Jeff laughed. "Of course. Go ahead. I put fresh towels in the en suite for you." He dumped the bag on a chair, surprised by its slight fluid movement as it settled and a faint clink as if there were metal items inside. "I'll get the water. Want it here or will you come to the living room for it?"

Paul grinned. "If you don't mind me coming through in my shorts, I'll join you in the living room."

Returning the grin, he nodded. "Living room it is then."

Jeff poured a glass of water, then poured himself one as well. In the living room he placed the glasses on the coffee table, then, on impulse, selected one of his favourite 'relaxation' CDs, Kenny G on saxophone, and put it on at low volume. He heard the shower stop and soon after, the sounds of movement and zippers from the bedroom. He was surprised by the sense of longing he felt as he realised that this was what he missed - companionship and the presence of someone special in his life and home. He looked up as Paul walked softly into the room, and smiled. "Feeling clean?"

Paul chuckled. "Yeah. I feel a million dollars now."

Before he could stop himself, Jeff said, "You look it from here." Then he stopped, appalled by what he'd let slip out. "Sorry. I didn't mean to offend you."

Paul smiled, reached down and lifted the spare glass. "Don't be daft." He moved round to sit next to Jeff. Placing his arm across the back rest behind Jeff's shoulders, he continued, "I'm Gay. You know that. I hope you are too, because I've found you attractive from the first time we met." He held up a finger, placing it on Jeff's lips and silencing the protest he could see rising on the other's face. "No, let me finish. I don't want to just have sex — I can get that anywhere. What I'm looking for is the right sort of relationship with exactly the right guy." He held Jeff's eye. "I think we could be that relationship, but I've a few devils to work through, and so have you." He smiled. "And I've a few funny little quirks not everyone shares — but its way to soon to go there." His fingers stroked Jeff's cheek. "Be patient with me? I think you need to work a couple of things out as well."

Part of Jeff was appalled at this declaration, another part wanted to put his arms around his friend and kiss him. Finally he whispered, "Paul, I don't know what the fuck I am. I don't get anywhere with women, and — fuck — I find you so fucking attractive and sexy, I want ..." He shook his head. "But I'm afraid to spoil everything." He gulped the water and almost choked. When he got his voice under control again he blurted. "Look, as Tom and Clive seem to have guessed, I'm a bit kinky. OK, very kinky, I like rubber. I like being restrained and sucked off." He grimaced. "I'm just lucky it wasn't me the coach got caught with."

Paul chuckled. Now his arm slipped round Jeff's shoulder and his free hand found Jeff's. "I think we'll have to work it all out some way." His hand cupped Jeff's chin. "Hold still." His mouth met Jeff's and their kiss  lingered, then the second deepened. When they eased apart slowly, Paul said softly, "Just so you know, I'm probably even kinkier than you think you are."

Jeff eased closer to Paul, his head resting against his friend's as he stared out at the terrace. "I doubt it, but I want more than just my kinks satisfied."

"So do I." Paul kissed Jeff's cheek. "So I've come prepared to put us both to the test." He nibbled his companion's earlobe. "I know I can't trust myself, so I've got a chastity belt with me for myself, and one for you if you want to wear it. Then we can share the bed - if you want to."

Jeff's cock, already straining his underwear uncomfortably jerked and he groaned. He turned his face. "Yes. Yes, lock me into it, I want to sleep in your arms, Paul, and I don't want to spoil it by rushing for sex."

Paul accepted the kiss. "OK, I'll lock you into it, but then you're going to do the same to me." He freed himself and stood, his own erection tenting the shorts. "Strip down. I'll fetch them."

Jeff was ready when Paul returned a few minutes later carrying a pair of heavy steel Carrera chastity belts. He grinned as he took in his friend's excited member. "Ever worn one of these?"

"No." Jeff swallowed. "Nothing like that. I've seen the pictures though."

"OK. It's quite comfortable, even for long term wear, but it takes a bit of getting into if you're hard." He put one down and prepared the other. "I guessed we were about the same size, so I ordered this one for you based on my own measurements. Turn around and spread your legs, probably best if you stand at the table and grip the back of one of the chairs so you lean forward a bit."

Jeff moved to the table and arranged himself as instructed.

Paul checked the entrance to the penis tube in the moulded liner of the belt, then carefully reached round and slipped it over his companion's erection. Working smoothly he placed and adjusted the waist belt, then equally carefully drew the shaped steel prison into place and secured it to the anchor points on the belts. "OK, turn around and I'll lock it."

Jeff turned, trembling with desire as his cock strained to escape and his scrotum settled into the shaped receptacle. "It feels ... amazing." He watched as Paul located the slot and anchor post for the small padlock.

"They do." Paul snapped the lock shut and straightened. He grinned. "Now you better lock me into mine before I take advantage."

Jeff stared down at the shiny prison encasing his crotch. "OK. But you'll have to tell me how it goes." He stared at the massive erection poking toward him, the wet patch on the cloth suggesting his companion was already leaking precum. He grinned. "Looks like I better be quick."

"Yeah." Paul deliberately stepped aside, and dropped the shorts, revealing his hairless crotch and erection. "Be quick. It's easy enough to fit. Just get it on me quickly."

Jeff grabbed the device and examined it. Paul was right, everything was already connected, only the final fastenings needed to be closed and the lock applied. Even the tube was lubricated. Paul had adopted the same position he'd had Jeff stand in and then guided his companion in the way to slip the waist belt into place, then to reach between his legs and guide the cock tube into position, slip it onto the straining member and finally fasten it in place. He marvelled at the cunning way the lock was inserted to secure all three sections of the belt and the 'box' in place.

He stepped back and smiled. "OK, we're both now helpless - more or less. What now?"

Paul stepped forward. "Now we go to bed."

A thought struck Jeff. "Where are the keys?"

Paul laughed. "Tom's got them. He'll bring them over tomorrow when I ring and tell him we need them."

Jeff laughed. "You've planned this, haven't you?"

Paul smiled and kissed his lips. "Yes. But this is a trial run for both of us." He took Jeff's hand. "This way neither of us can do more than cuddle and kiss, and we can take time to be comfortable with each other." He smiled and drew his companion toward the bedroom. "Come on, I can see you're dead tired and I'm exhausted."

Jeff smiled and allowed himself to be led. "OK, I'll admit I'm tired, but I'm not sure I'll be able to sleep like this. It's a little - um - exciting, and - er - very restrictive." 

Paul laughed. "Yes, it certainly is. And neither of us can escape it until tomorrow." He drew Jeff down onto the bed, eased himself into a comfortable position and then kissed his companion gently. "Like I said, this is a test for us both. Now, how do you normally sleep? On your back, or on your side?"

Jeff returned the kiss. "On my side." He hesitated. "Will you hold me, please?" His eyes pleaded. "I'm a bit nervous about coming out to you like this ..."

Their mouths engaged in a kiss that lingered. "Of course. Roll into place and I'll hold you." Paul reached for the light switch and killed the lights. Then, with a smile of satisfaction, curled his body into place behind Jeff and slid his arms around his friend, the steel of his chastity belt pressed into his partner's butt. 

Jeff sighed softly as Paul embraced him. It felt good, better even than he'd imagined, and the chastity belt, though restrictive, made the whole thing perfect. Despite his fears of being sleepless, he dropped off to sleep within minutes.