BritDog

Two weeks later

Tony hauled himself up out of the pool, his toned muscles flexing as he pulled himself up. More than one swimmer in the pool stopped their own plodding exercise to take a moment to admire the almost perfect specimen of manhood walk round the perimeter towards the changing rooms. To even the casual observer it was clear the very desirable young stud was someone many others, men and women, would lust after, and yet he was unaffected by the impact his masculine beauty had on others.

To one observer, sitting in the Sports Centre’s café that overlooked the impressive Olympic sized pool, the sight of Tony’s graceful, almost sensual exit from the pool and walk to the shower was of particular interest. Calm, clear blue eyes watched the coveted athlete with an appreciation no others could match. These eyes knew that body intimately. Grahame ran the tip of his tongue over his lips, remembering when he held the magnificent man in his arms, ran his hands over that firm, muscled torso and kissed him hungrily with a love and longing he had begun to think he wouldn’t experience again in his lifetime.

Unconsciously he adjusted his suddenly uncomfortable erection, trapped in the tight hipster jeans Tony had bought for him that he had thought he was to old for until he looked at himself in the mirror.

Just over two weeks into their fledgling relationship, Grahame had admitted to Tony that he was a little concerned about their age difference. He was very conscious of the almost seventeen year age gap, which he felt had been especially evident the previous Friday night when he had been persuaded to go to the local gay friendly club by a very insistent Tony,  who was excited at the prospect of being able to be himself in public and let anyone who cared to know that he was gay, happy and in love.

Grahame hadn’t been clubbing for over ten years and he had felt like a fish out of water the minute he walked passed the friendly bouncers into the hot, loud, thumping din that enveloped him. His jeans had felt too baggy, his expensive designer shirt too old fashioned when he compared himself to others in the club. He had sort of enjoyed himself, how could he not when the man he was with was so happy and proud to be seen out with him. The evening had however made him feel out of touch with what was fashionable. In short, he had been left feeling like a middle-aged fuddy-duddy! He admitted as much to Tony over breakfast the next day. Tony’s reassurance and protestations that his age was of no concern to him had helped ease his concerns, but when he went to his wardrobe to find something to wear that day, everything suddenly looked dated and ‘dad – ish’. Tony walked into the bedroom just as Grahame threw the tenth shirt he had dismissed onto the bed in frustration.

Quickly taking a body hugging t-shirt from the drawer he kept his clothes in, Tony passed it over and asked Grahame to try it on. He was surprised how good, and if he was honest, sexy, he looked wearing it.

‘See,’ strong arms circled his waist and Tony’s smiling face appeared over his shoulder in the mirror. ‘Bloody gorgeous. All you need is a few new clothes and maybe a more trendy haircut? I mean if you’re that bothered about it, a shorter style will show less grey, not that you have much anyway.’ Conscious that the wrong word could upset his lover, Tony was trying to be very careful. He relaxed when he saw him return his smile.

‘So what you’re saying is that a day at the shops is required.’ Tony nodded and ran his hands over the muscular chest feeling Grahame’s sensitive nipples harden under his palms. He ran his tongue along the strong neck left naked and appealing by the low cut of the shirt. Grahame groaned and moved his bum back onto Tony, feeling the unmistakable press of his erection. ‘Keep that up and we’ll not get out of the bedroom, let alone to the high street.’ He reached behind him, cupping the bulging crotch in his hand. Now it was Tony’s turn to groan.

‘I can’t help it. You look so fucking sexy.’ He brought his lips and teeth into play on the exposed neck, his kisses becoming more aggressive as the hand holding his cock and balls squeezed and rubbed him through his jeans. ‘You make me so fucking hard.’

‘Hard enough to fuck me?’ Tony bit down harder on Grahame’s neck and twisted his nipples. ‘Arrrgghh. You’re getting too good at this young man.’ Tony’s hand moved to Grahame’s waist and quickly unfastened his Levi’s, moving to the back and pulling them down to expose his firm, round buttocks. Tony’s hand moved to the warm man crack and pushed in to find the tight anus. He used his fingers to rub and stroke his lover’s fuck button making Grahame squirm and ask for more.

Moments later Grahame found himself bent over a chest of drawers, his trousers round his ankles, buttocks pulled apart by strong, controlling hands, his sensitive ring being licked and sucked. As he relaxed into the enthusiastic rimming Tony was so obviously enjoying giving to him, his sphincter began to give in to the pressure being applied and he was soon panting and pushing back as Tony’s eager tongue broke through the tight muscle and explored his inner warmth.

Tony had taken note of what he liked when Grahame was eating his arse, and tried to replicate his actions as he licked, sucked, probed and nibbled, making his man squirm and moan. He pushed a spit coated finger into Grahame’s hot, silky hole, slowly inserting it’s entire length. The effect on the older man was electric. His legs spread as wide as the jeans at his ankles would allow and he begged Tony for more.

After a few minutes of finger play, Tony heard Grahame asking him to fuck him. ‘I need your big hard cock Tony. Please put it in me. Stretch my cunt Tony. Please fuck me.’ During all of their previous love making Grahame had taken the lead, Tony having enjoyed being a very receptive bottom, so this submissive, hot, muscular man pleading to be taken was a new experience for the young stud who found himself very hard and very excited. He stood, quickly unfastened his jeans and pushed them and his tight underwear down. He was surprised by the hard ‘thwack’ of his achingly hard penis hitting his stomach as it sprang free. Fuck, he thought, how fucking hard? He took his pulsing cock in his hand, both to point it at the man-hole waiting to be used and filled and also to feel how hard he was. His cock felt like a thick rod of iron, his foreskin completely retracted he was so turned on. He spat on his hand, covered the shining knob with saliva then pressed it against the entrance to Grahame’s love tunnel.

Grahame braced his hands on the wall in front of him and pushed back when he felt the head of Tony’s thick meat pressing against him. Slowly the hard, chunky hose penetrated his hungry cunt, not pausing as inch by hard inch moved into him. His anus pulsed and fought against the pain of invasion but years of practice with assorted dildos and vibrators soon allowed him to relax and enjoy the unique sensations a thick, long, hard piece of man-meat delivered. So much better than plastic and rubber, however lifelike they claimed to be.

Tony knew how he felt when Grahame pushed his considerable weapon into him. He always needed a few minutes to adjust, so once he had pushed his entire length into his lover, his pubic bush pressing firmly against Grahame’s muscular globes, he paused, allowing the tight, hot sleeve wrapped around his flexing tool to get used to the size of him before slowly, gently, he pulled back. He gasped as he felt the most incredible sensations on his sensitive glans. ‘Oh fuck Grahame, this is so tight. So much better than………..’

‘A woman?’ Grahame’s panted reply finished his sentence for him.

‘Oh yeah. So much better.’

As Tony pushed his cock back into the hot arse, Grahame pushed back bringing their bodies together with a smack. Tony took note of Grahame’s obvious need and began to pump his entire length out then in, building speed and ferocity as the backside he was fucking sucked him in and the hips he held onto bucked and writhed under his increasingly aggressive onslaught.

A fuck as intense and violent as this couldn’t last long and Tony soon felt his climax building. It started in his gut, a tensing, gripping sensation that spread to his heavy balls smacking against his lover’s arse. He felt the tingling, tickling feeling travel up his cock. Felt his helmet become more and more sensitive to every movement, every slick, silky thrust. He heard Grahame becoming more and more vocal, grunts, whimpers, lustful shouts of passion as Tony’s thick club hammered his love button. Harder, deeper, faster. His cock pummelled the grasping, sucking, squeezing man-cunt. Sweat dripped from both men as their bodies finally, totally, irrevocably gave all they had to each other. Their physical union became complete as first Grahame screamed wantonly and without once touching his own cock, spat rope after thick rope of cum over the furniture and carpet then Tony, grunting and cursing spewed what felt like a gallon of scalding manjuice deep inside the man he loved.

As their passions subsided and both men returned to earth, smiles of joy and love lit up their faces. Grahame stood up straight again, stretching aching back muscles as he did so. Tony wrapped his arms round the broad chest in front of him and turning heads they managed a tender, loving kiss.

‘That was absolutely ama……’

Grahame laughed as he interrupted, ‘If you say amazing I will slap you.’

Tony laughed with him. ‘You really do hate that word don’t you? But it was.’ He felt his softening cock slip out of the now not so tight backside. ‘I think I came a lot, so you might want the bathroom.’

‘Oh no, this lot stays inside me all day, so that every time I try on jeans and trousers, every time you see me bend over, you will know how wet and ready I am for your big, hard cock.’

………

Once showered and dressed, Tony made his way to the café to meet Grahame. He was staring off into the distance, seemingly oblivious to the world around him. He had a broad smile on his face. As Tony walked over to him he couldn’t help but notice the bulge at his boyfriend’s crotch. Instinctively, and without thinking, Tony put his hand on Grahame’s shoulder and leaned down to kiss his cheek. Disappointment and shock passed over the faces of some of those watching him with one elderly couple being so disgusted at the show of affection between two attractive men that they abandoned their coffee and after complaining to the café manager, walked out, audibly muttering about moral decay and how disgusting the two men were.

It was Tony’s first taste of homophobia, unfortunately, it wouldn’t be his last. Seeing the upset in his boyfriend’s eyes, Grahame pulled him to sit on his knee and planted a tender, loving kiss on his surprised lips. ‘Ignore them,’ he instructed. ‘They’re just a miserable pair of bigots stuck in the last century.’

A young couple with a baby in a pushchair chose that moment to pause by their table. The young, quite attractive dad, smiled at them. ‘I hope you don’t mind us interrupting you but we heard what that old couple said.’

‘It was totally unnecessary and out of order,’ his pretty wife was clearly annoyed by what had happened.

The young man continued. ‘My Dad’s gay and ……. well, he had a miserable life till he found the courage to come out. Now he’s happily married to another bloke and happy as a pig in shit.’

‘Mark!’ admonished his now embarrassed wife.

‘Sorry. What we wanted to say was people like them don’t matter. Just be happy.’

Tony could feel himself blushing and was glad that Grahame was comfortable enough with the situation to smile warmly at the young family as he thanked them for their support. ‘I take it you and your dad still get on okay?’

Mark nodded, ‘Yeah. I’ll be honest it was a bit of a shock at first but like Anne says,’ he nodded towards his wife, ‘he can’t help being gay and it doesn’t mean he loves us any less. He’s still me dad at the end of the day.’ Anne nudged him.

‘Come on, let’s get little ‘un home and bathed. We’ve held these gentlemen up enough.’

Tony and Grahame both stood and warmly shook hands with the two good Samaritans.

Alone again, they discussed what had just happened  and by the time they left the Sport’s Centre both men were once more relaxed and happy.

………

Donna was not responding to the drugs and counselling. She was pretending to show improvements in her behaviour and attitude, especially towards the events that had led to her incarceration in the special hospital at which Emma was one of the senior specialists, but when she thought no one was looking her whole countenance changed. Her Jekyll and Hyde nature was especially noticeable when Sylvia visited. Whilst her mother was with her she was polite, pliable and cooperative. Almost as soon as she left, Donna became angry, sulky and difficult to deal with, on two occasions throwing her evening meal at the nurse charged with her care. It soon became obvious that men could not be allowed near her as the mere sight of one produced at the very least the most abusive and foul language at worst, violence. The only time a male nurse had actually entered her room she had physically attacked him covering his hands and face in deep scratches. As a result, Emma arranged for Donna to have her finger nails trimmed as short as possible. Restraints had to be used to allow the manicurist to do her job.

Donna’s counselling sessions with Emma were always a trying time for both of them. She refused to acknowledge that she had done anything wrong or that she had a condition requiring medication. It was clear to the very experienced psychologist that her patient was attempting to fool her into believing all was well and that she could be returned to normal life.

Donna was very intelligent and sly with it. While her autism dictated that anything that occurred in her life was either right or wrong, good or bad, she was adept at manipulating people. The most worrying aspect of her personality, as far as Emma was concerned, was her ability to totally ignore anything she didn’t like. She would change the subject or completely disagree if told something not to her liking or that didn’t conform to her perfect vision of the world. Any attempt at bringing Tony into the discussion always resulted in unmeasurable anger and frightening threats being issued against – ‘that disgusting old cunt who stole him from me’. Oh what vengeance she would wreak once she was released!

Sylvia spoke several times a week with Emma and was under no illusions that her daughter’s hospitalisation would be short. She knew that until Donna accepted Tony’s life choice and her acknowledged her dangerous behaviour that resulted from it, Donna needed to be in a secure unit. It hurt to see the child she loved in such a place, so clearly confused and ill. Greg was of no help to either of them.

The transfer of ownership for the flat had been quick and painless and she had moved into it just eight days after telling her husband she was divorcing him. Friends told her, some with a disturbing glint of enjoyment in their eyes, that as soon as she moved out, Greg had moved his latest paramour in. A woman called Mavis who tended bar at Greg’s favourite pub, The Red Lion. She had four children from four different fathers, none of whom chose to live with her and had once been arrested for lewd behaviour, when caught being serviced by two of her eldest son’s friends at the back of the town hall in the dying hours of an otherwise unforgettable New Year’s eve. Classy, thought Sylvia, very classy!

She was surprised how quickly and easily she had taken to living on her own. Life was so much less stressful without the nagging worry of Greg and his temper. All she really needed to worry about was Donna and even that was something Emma was helping her to move away from. She was coming to accept she could do little for her daughter in the present circumstances. Any help she required was best provided by professionals. All she could do was ensure Donna knew she was loved.

That left Tony. He had been a part of her family since he was thirteen, in her mind becoming the son she never had. She loved him almost as much as her own child and felt the need to check he was well and to ask if, despite recent events, she could continue to be a part of his life. His own parents were not exactly a caring couple, happily telling all and sundry that Tony had been an accident as they had never actually planned to have children. Their attitude led to a distant, unloving relationship with their only son.

Deciding to take the bull by the horns, Sylvia picked up her phone and dialled Tony’s number. His mobile rang just as he and Grahame got to the car after the incident in the Sport Centre’s café. Seeing Sylvia’s name come up on the screen made Tony pause. Grahame looked over his partner’s shoulder to see who was calling. Giving Tony’s shoulder a firm squeeze, he indicated he should answer her. He pressed the accept call button and nervously raised the phone to his ear. ‘Hello.’

‘Tony? Its Sylvia.’ There was a pause before she continued. ‘Thanks for answering.’

‘No problem. Is anything wrong?’

‘No.’ Her warm chuckle came down the line making him smile and relax. ‘Well nothing that you don’t know about anyway………. No, I was just ringing to see how you are, and to ask if we can stay friends? I’d understand if you don’t want to but I …….’

‘No, no. That would be nice. I’d like that.’ He looked at Grahame and gave him the thumbs up sign with his free hand.

‘Oh good. I can’t tell you how relieved that makes me.’

‘Me too Sylvia. Thanks.’

Neither participant in the call said anything for several moments, both unsure what to do next. Grahame had grasped the gist of the conversation and came to their rescue. He leaned in close to Tony and whispered in his ear, ‘Why don’t you see if she’d like to go out for a meal sometime?’

‘Yes, yes,’ an enthusiastic Tony said. ‘Sylvia, we were just wondering if you’d like to go for a meal sometime? You could meet Grahame. That’s if you want to of course.’

‘Yes, I’d love to. I’d enjoy that. I’m free pretty much all evenings so text me with a couple of dates that suit you two.’

‘I will, and Sylvia, thanks again for phoning. It means a lot to me.’

‘You’re welcome son, it means a lot to me too.’ Tony thought he heard a crack in Sylvia’s voice. ‘Text me, and I’ll see you soon. Goodbye love.’

‘Goodbye.’ As he pressed the end call button, a tear ran down his cheek.