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Tuesday

Donna was still heavily sedated but even so she was fully aware of what she had seen and done outside Grahame’s house. Despite the drugs, anger coursed through her. All her dreams, all her plans and hopes for the future had been destroyed by a queer. God how she hated them, all of them. The newspapers she read were right, homosexuals were a perverted, selfish, misogynistic plague on society. The bible said what they did, what they were was wrong, or at least that was what she had read in the Daily Mail. Nausea engulfed her as she imagined what Tony and his old man lover were doing right then. It was disgusting. A crime against nature and the laws of God.

Lying quietly in her hospital bed she paid scant attention to her mum who seemed determined to tell her all about her loser of an uncle, another queer, who had done the only decent thing a puffta could do in her opinion and killed himself. Her drugged induced stupor wasn’t so deep that she didn’t know what her mum was trying to do with the cautionary tale, but she would never forgive her mum for locking her up like a common criminal, and she silently vowed to destroy her ex-fiancée and if possible the man who she was convinced had stolen him from her.

* * * *

Tony lifted his head from Grahame’s chest and shifted position so that he could see his face. He took a few moments to reflect on the last week. Given that his whole life had been turned upside down he was surprised at how calm and content he felt. Surely, he thought, I should be upset by all that’s happened? He felt some guilt at the effect his actions had had on Donna, and he was nervous about telling other people that he was gay. The emotion he felt strongest, was relief. All the anxiety and confusion that had tortured him for most of his life was gone to be replaced with the determined certainty he liked men. He pushed all thoughts of coming out to others to the back of his mind and turned his attention to the man lying next to him.

He was conscious that his feelings for Grahame ran very deep. He had been expecting to give himself to him on Saturday night so he knew he wanted him physically. But was it just him? Would any other man have had the same affect on him. He saw Grahame as his saviour, his knight in shining armour who had ridden to his aid when he needed him most. He worried that this was colouring the way he felt about him. Was it even possible to fall in love with someone almost overnight? They knew so little about each other. He wondered what Grahame’s favourite colour was, what sort of food he preferred. Would he want to go with him on the beach holiday in the sun that Tony treated himself to every summer? Did he even want to holiday abroad?

And what about their physical relationship? Grahame was now the only man he had ever had sex with. It had been all and more than he had fantasised about. He was impatient for more. But would sex with Grahame be enough for him? What if he found himself wanting someone else. To have sex with a stranger? To play the field? He looked again at the sleeping form next to him and a warmth spread through him. He couldn’t have stopped the smile of pure happiness from forming on his mouth and in his eyes if had wanted. And he knew he didn’t want to. Right now, Grahame was what he wanted, who he wanted. He was happy, excited about the future and hopeful that what he felt must be love would grow.

Over the last few days he had come to enjoy watching his man. He took great pleasure from simply sitting quietly whilst Grahame moved around him, looking after him after the incident with Donna. He particularly liked it when Grahame didn’t know he was being watched, especially like now, when he was sleeping. He took in the now familiar facial features; the square jaw line; the high, prominent cheek bones that any model, male or female would kill for; the soft, full lips that he loved to feel on his own; the thick, muscular neck he took great pleasure in nibbling and chewing, listening to his lover groan and pant as he did so. He reached out and gently traced his finger along Grahame’s hand. He moved up one finger then down the next; up and down, to and fro across the strong, masculine hand.

‘That tickles.’ A smile played at the corners of Grahame’s mouth.

‘I love your hands. So strong and safe.’ Now he knew his lover was awake he ran his fingers along his exposed arm, pausing in his journey upwards to feel the strength in the prominent bicep. Grahame flexed it and Tony felt his dick twitch. He moved his hand to Grahame’s cheek, smiling as his head leaned into it. He brought his face close to the other man’s and leaning forward pressed his lips against those he had been admiring. A low growl sounded from Grahame’s throat as he felt Tony pushing his tongue into his mouth with slow, sensuous licks and swirls.

Tony pulled back leaving his hand cradling Grahame’s face. ‘Can we go out today? I feel a lot better.’

Grahame opened his eyes and looked at him. ‘I don’t see why not. Where would you like to go, bearing in mind that you still look as though you went five rounds with Mike Tyson?’

Tony playfully punched Grahame’s firm, perfectly developed shoulder. He really couldn’t get enough of the body lying next to him. The hard, muscular physique fascinated and stimulated him. When they had finally made love he couldn’t stop running his hands over it. The hairy chest with the sexiest pecs he had ever seen topped with large nipples that went hard and sensitive during sex, especially when Grahame was pounding his arse. The hard, flat stomach with the hint of a six pack. The thighs that bulged with muscle as Grahame used their strength to fuck his thick, fat cock into Tony’s welcoming backside.

He had been nervous the first time despite the two blow-jobs Grahame had given him on Sunday and all the kissing and cuddling they had indulged in during Monday. Grahame had driven him to see the doctor who had insisted he take a week off work to allow his injuries, both physical and mental to heal. Grahame decided there and then that he would take some leave to look after him. He could afford it, besides which he had several restaurant reviews unpublished for places he had visited over the last month. He had more than enough material to keep his editors happy.

They had both known they were ready and to take their fledgling relationship to the next level when after undressing for a bath on Monday evening they had turned around to face each other revealing two very hard cocks that obviously needed attention. Grahame had taken Tony in his arms, pulled him close and tenderly and carefully kissed him so as not to hurt the damaged and bruised face.

Their erections pressed against each other sending bolts of pleasure rushing though their bodies.  Tony’s arms pulled Grahame as close as possible, opening his mouth to welcome the searching tongue of his lover. They stood kissing and exploring with eager hands while waiting for the bath to fill, then eased into it’s comforting warmth, Tony again sitting between Grahame’s strong legs, his back leaning on the firm stomach behind him. He enjoyed the feeling of Grahame’s long, thick penis pressing onto the base of his back, the large, shaved ball sac nestling at the top of his arse crack. He lay his head on the comfort of Grahame’s shoulder and began to run his hands over the tanned, manly legs. The feel of the short, soft hairs that covered them sent shivers up and down his spine.

Grahame leaned down and brought his lips to Tony’s exposed neck. He ran his tongue over it before firmly, possessively, sensuously biting his young muscle pup. Tony arched his back as Grahame took possession of him, stretching his neck to allow easier access. The slight discomfort of teeth chewing the tendons and muscles of his neck was offset by the gentle licking of Grahame’s tongue. He knew he was being marked as Graham’s man and he willingly acquiesced. His cock had never been harder than it was at that moment when he finally accepted, without any regret or doubt that he wanted Grahame to make love to him. Sex with Donna had been mechanical, boring even. This man sex was exciting, hard, needy. He knew he would allow Grahame anything. He wanted everything he had denied himself for too long. He was insatiable.

Breaking only to eat a light meal, the two lovers spent the rest of the evening and most of the night giving and receiving pleasure.

Tony’s first attempts at sucking the weapon Grahame presented him with reduced them both to fits of giggles. Tony was so intent on keeping his teeth to himself and in getting as far down the hard shaft as he could that he forgot to breathe and when Grahame looked down at the straining, blue face suffocating on his very engorged penis he couldn’t stop the laughter of love gurgling from his mouth. He pulled Tony off the iron hard rod and slowly, patiently instructed him on how to deal with it’s size. Still Tony choked and gagged until, after much practice which they both thoroughly enjoyed, he finally got the hang of it, realising he could give Grahame more pleasure with his swirling, probing tongue and wet, sucking lips than he ever would by trying to swallow the whole thing. He did however particularly like running his tongue up and down the length of Grahame’s pleasure stick and burying his nose in the bush at its base, inhaling the pure essence of the man he was beginning to adore.

When Grahame flipped him over, pushed his legs as wide as nature would allow and brought his hot mouth and searching tongue to his virgin anus, Tony shouted out in shocked pleasure. He had never imagined that having someone eat his bum could be so fucking amazing. He reached round and pulled the round cheeks of his perfect bubble butt as wide as he could, encouraging Grahame to go deeper, harder. A jolt of what seemed like electricity pierced his gut when he felt Grahame push a finger inside him, breaching his virgin ring for the first time. The finger began to move in and out rhythmically and Tony squirmed and writhed on the bed, pre-cum leaking in copious amounts from his straining dick.

One finger became two, then three. Tony screamed in painful passion, pushing back onto the fingers exploring his hot and hungry hole.

When Grahame decided he had loosened his young pup enough to risk filling him with his man meat, he turned him onto his back, applied lots of thick, slick lube to both of them, put Tony’s legs over his shoulders and pressed the helmet of his iron hard cock against the tight, unyielding sphincter. He gathered Tony in his arms and brought their mouths together in a kiss filled with passion, lust and love. He felt Tony tense when he breached the entrance to his love tunnel. He talked calmly to the straining man beneath him, pushing his legs down to his stomach, almost doubling him over to stretch his hole as wide as possible to make entry less painful.  ‘Take your time Tony. Take deep breaths, push back as though you want to shit – believe it or not it makes it easier. That’s it baby, slow and easy. Oh fuck you are so tight. So warm.’

As Tony became accustomed to Grahame’s club like cock moving inside him he began to demand more. Paradise enveloped him when he felt the bush of Grahame’s pubic hair press hard against his taint and his lover’s big, heavy bollocks begin to slap against his buttocks. Grahame began to fuck him harder and deeper. Cum dribbled from Tony’s painfully hard dick forming a puddle on his stomach, Grahame paused, ran his fingers through the precious fluid, brought it to his mouth then leaned down and let Tony share in his manly nectar. Tongues fought and the taste of his own semen pushed Tony over the edge. With out touching himself once, he exploded between them, covering them both in his hot, sticky, thick man juice. The muscles in his man cunt flexed and contracted, pulling Grahame deeper into him, milking the monster tool invading his gut. Grahame cried out loud, threw his head back and filled his boy with a river of spunk. Jet after jet pumped from his tight balls into the welcoming vault of his lover. Tony pushed back, grinding himself against Grahame’s pubic bone as unbelievably he came again, his delicious fluid covering first his face, then his neck, finally spitting the last few drops onto his heaving chest.

Still hard and deep inside his muscle pup, Grahame licked the precious fluid from Tony’s face and neck. ‘You taste so fucking good Tony. So good.’

When they fell asleep, nether could remember but they did recall the moment Tony woke to find himself firmly impaled on his man’s tireless cock as Grahame spooned behind him, gently, slowly, teasingly moving inside him. This was more than sex between two needy people, this was the giving and receiving of pleasure beyond anything either man had experienced before. It wasn’t just bodies that were joined it was minds, souls, hearts.

How long Grahame made love to his boy this second time was immaterial. What mattered was the love they showed each other as their joint climax built slowly and steadily, culminating in heights of ecstasy that took their breaths away and left them feeling spent and exhausted yet more complete and happy than either man could articulate.

Now here they were, relaxed and comfortable in the new world they were creating for together.

‘I need to tell you something,’ Tony smiled at his man. ‘You’ll probably think it’s too early and that I’m caught up in the excitement of the moment, but it’s not and I’m not. Okay?’

Grahame chuckled, ‘I think so. Go on.’

Clear blue eyes locked with each other, Tony took a steadying breath. ‘I love you Grahame. I mean really love you. It’s like nothing I’ve felt before. I have never been so happy …..’ he searched for the words he needed to convey his emotions. Tears formed in the wells of his eyes. When he spoke again it was with a quiet but firm voice. ‘I just love you.’

Grahame put his forehead on Tony’s, placed his hands on his shoulders and pulled him close. ‘It’s a bit scary isn’t it? We’ve known each other less than a week and here we are.’ He brushed his lips against his young lover’s. ‘Don’t be scared Tony.’ He wrapped his arms around the sexy man in bed with him and whispered in his ear, ‘I love you too Tony Swift. I love you too.’

Tony’s happy tears fell onto Grahame’s firm but comfortable chest.

* * * *

It had been an interesting and eventful few days in the Martin household. Greg had been moved into the spare bedroom by Sylvia who had wasted no time after getting home from the hospital on Sunday in beginning the reorganisation of her life.

Confident Emma had helped her to do the right thing by committing Donna to her care, she was able to concentrate on herself, on what she wanted from the rest of her life. Or at least what she hoped she could make of it. Greg was an absolute nonstarter. Not only had he lied and kept their daughter’s mental illness from her for twelve years, but she had tolerated his philandering for long enough. As she drove towards home she tried to work out what had gone wrong with their relationship and when.

They had been the golden couple when they first married. She was petite, feminine and very beautiful. She glanced at herself in the rear-view mirror. Even if she was hard on herself, she had to admit that she was still a damned good looking woman, the fragile beauty of her youth having matured into a strikingly arresting maturity that still turned heads. Greg had been, and still was a very good looking man. She knew he had worked his way through several of her school friends before he turned his eye on her. But Sylvia had been different. She wasn’t a prude, she just believed that her maidenhood should be preserved for her future husband and not be given to the first man who paid attention to her. During their courtship she had enjoyed being kissed and fondled by the strong handsome man so many others lusted after, she had even done a bit of fondling herself. She had explained to Greg that she would not ‘go all the way’ with him until and if they were married and although he had been frustrated he had respected her decision.

Love had slowly blossomed between them and within a year they were engaged, married, settled into their first home and expecting their first child. Looking back Sylvia had to finally admit to herself that it was her pregnancy that had ensured Greg’s wandering eye had woken and led him to the beds of other women.  She had known, but refused to acknowledge his infidelities even then. His first ‘bit on the side’ had been one of her closest friends, Gloria O’Keeffe. A peroxide blond with pneumatic breasts and an insatiable sex drive. She was the local man-eater, happy to screw anything with a pulse. Not wanting to cause trouble, and believing she had to tolerate Greg’s indiscretions, Sylvia had turned a blind eye to his womanising. After all, he always came home to her didn’t he?

She didn’t like to think how many other women he had betrayed her with. Over time she felt their love for one another slipping away, to be totally destroyed when she discovered she had contracted VD from him. She was lucky. It was caught early and was treatable. She refused to ever have sex with him again. That had been five years ago and though she missed sex and the pleasure she had derived from it, she did not miss the lies and deception she had tolerated for so long. Greg came and went as it pleased him, his erstwhile wife continuing to cook, clean and iron for him, afraid that if she left him she would have no where to go and be the laughing stock of their friends and families.

She turned into the road she lived on with a new determination in her heart. There was no going back on the decision she had made. Greg was toast and she was starting afresh.

Greg was out when she got home. No surprise there then! He disappeared every Sunday afternoon coming home in time for roast dinner, the smell of another woman’s perfume on him. How had she put up with it? Why had she? She decided to make herself a nice cup of tea and make a list of things she needed to do before walking out for good.

Sitting at the kitchen table, pad before her, pen in hand, a thousand and one things flooded her mind. Thank God for tea, she thought as she took a deep breath, cleared head and quietly sipped the comforting liquid. An hour later she had not only completed her list but had put some of it into action. She had decided the most important thing she needed to do was to make Donna’s flat hers. When she and Greg had bought it Sylvia had insisted the deeds be placed in their names, not Donna’s. She had been concerned that they might need the money one day, never thinking that it would provide her with the perfect bolt hole. She found the deeds in their personal papers then rang her boss at home. Lawrence Elac was one of the three senior partners at the solicitors she worked for. She was his secretary and over many years they had come to enjoy a trusting, friendly relationship.

Apologising for disturbing him at home on Sunday, Sylvia had briefly, and without drama, told him all that happened over the weekend and the true state of her marriage. Lawrence had been shocked and concerned at the events surrounding Donna but was not at all surprised that his trusted confidant had finally realised her relationship with her husband was broken. In truth, he was relieved having known for some time about the ‘illness’ Greg had passed to his wife and that they had lived together as man and wife in name only since then. The bruises on her arms and face that Sylvia tried to hide with makeup had also not gone unnoticed over the years. Lawrence had forced himself to be polite to Greg whenever they met at social events organised by his Firm, when what he really wanted to do was beat him to a pulp in recompense for the way he treated the woman he had come to see as a friend.

Sylvia reminded Lawrence of the flat she and Greg had bought for Donna and that she had taken his advice at the time and not put it in her daughter’s name. She asked if it was possible for her to take sole ownership, relinquishing any claim she had on the family home in exchange for single possession of the two bedroomed apartment. Lawrence explained it would depend on Greg agreeing to it, but if he did, he couldn’t see any reason why she shouldn’t get her wish. He promised he would do all he could to help, including financially if it were needed, then insisted she take the week off to get herself sorted, and hopefully settled.

Greg got home at his usual time, 5pm, hungry after an afternoons exertions and ready for his Sunday roast. He found Sylvia sitting in the lounge watching television, eating a sandwich. There was no sign or smell of roast beef, roast potatoes and Yorkshire pudding. He went into the kitchen, checked the oven, then the fridge, finding nothing prepared for him to eat. Annoyed he stormed back into the lounge placing himself between Sylvia and the TV.

With his usual arrogance he demanded to know where his dinner was.

‘I assume there is a reason no dinner has been made?’ Then a thought struck him. ‘Is Donna alright?’

Taking her time to answer, Sylvia placed her half eaten sandwich on the plate resting on her knee, then put the plate on the coffee table. She sat stiff and straight backed, her hands loosely grasped in her lap. When ready, she returned her hard, determined eyes to her husband. Sylvia spoke slowly and quietly, but the anger in her voice was evident.

‘Yes, there is a very good reason why I haven’t cooked for you, and no, as you very well know, and as it transpires, have known for more years than I care to think of, Donna is not – alright.’

‘You know then?’ He sat in his armchair, ‘I suppose you had to find out eventually.’ He surprised her by looking uncomfortable and embarrassed.

As angry and resolute as she was she couldn’t bring herself to continue being cold towards him. For all his faults they had been married for almost a quarter of a century and whilst he had abused her trust, committed adultery with anything that took his fancy and let her down on too many occasions to remember, he had also at times been loving, supportive and a good friend. Her determination to leave him was absolute but she could see no need to make their situation any more uncomfortable than it was. He was after all the father of their only child and now that she understood the help Donna would require from the both of them it was sensible for them to at least remain friendly if not friends.

‘Yes Greg, I know.’ She wasn’t about to let him off the hook lightly however and went on to tell him exactly what she thought of him. ‘I know that twelve years ago our daughter was diagnosed with a mental illness. I know that had she received the proper treatment for her condition she would probably have been happier and more balanced. I know that by not receiving the correct medication and care for the last twelve years, she and we now have an uphill struggle to help her back to some sort of normality after the weekend’s events.  I also know, and this is what makes my blood boil, is that although you are probably not responsible for her autism, you are totally to blame for the lack of care she has received and that your reasons for choosing to decide not to accept she needed help, assuming you actually have any, were irresponsible, selfish and bloody stupid.’ She paused to allow herself to calm down. Greg took the opportunity to attempt a defence.

‘I just thought ..’

‘You just thought what?’ Sylvia demanded. ‘That if you ignored it, it would go away? That someone else would take responsibility for her? That acknowledging your daughter need your support would get in the way of your extracurricular activities?’

‘NO.’ Greg shouted. ‘NO.’ He slumped in the chair, his head fell back and he stared at the ceiling as he sought to justify himself. ‘It wasn’t like that Sylvie, I just didn’t know what to do.’

Sylvia wasn’t going to let go. ‘Don’t give me that, of course you knew what to do. The bloody doctors told you.’

They sat in silence. Greg knew he was cornered and Sylvia was having trouble controlling her mounting anger and frustration. She had given a lot of thought as to how she should tell him she was leaving him, now the moment had come she found herself searching for the right words. In the end, she simply told him, listing her reasons; the other women, his behaviour with regards to Donna, the beatings she had endured, the lack of love between them and finally her desire to move on and start afresh before it was too late for both of them. She explained that he could keep the house, that she would relinquish all claim to it if he would agree to letting her have the flat. Donna would remain at home where he could continue to spoil her. They would both take responsibility for her care and support.

Despite his often boorish behaviour and the violence he had exhibited over the years, Greg was no fool. He recognised a good deal when he saw one and knew that their marriage had been a sham for over ten years now, although he would never admit it to anyone. He went through what he hoped were the right motions, asking Sylvia to reconsider, ‘Think how hard it will be on your own with just your salary, and surely Donna needs her mother with her? And what will our friends think?’ He went on to list the things she did for him, like ironing, cooking, cleaning – it was only as he was well into this part of his speech that, seeing the look of contempt on Sylvia’s face, he realised he was making a mistake.

‘That’s really all I am to you isn’t it Greg? A char woman. A replacement for your bloody mother who thought the sun shone out of your hairy backside.’ She was surprised when she felt tears forming in her eyes. ‘What about love? What about affection and caring?’ She took a deep breath to help regain control. ‘I’ve made up the bed in the spare room and moved some of your clothes in there. I’d like you to sleep there until I move out. It should only be for a week, I really don’t want to hang about.’

Greg continued to sulk and moan, but both knew the decision had been made and agreed. Sylvia retired to the master bedroom where she ran a hot bath in the large ensuite. Greg was passing on his way to the family bathroom when he heard the bedroom door being locked, a sign, if one were needed, that their marriage was over. He smiled and walked across the landing with a spring in his step thinking of all the extra pussy he could now have guilt free. With benefits like that, perhaps being single again wouldn’t be such a bad thing at all.