“How about this one?” I handed my laptop to Sergio. It was a nice three bedroom house in Kenilworth, just a few miles from Warwick.
He looked at the screen, saying, “Only that much? We could buy two of them for the price of this place.”
He was right. Our house in Manchester was worth a lot more than many places in Warwickshire. We would have money left over. Which was good since Sergio would be taking a pay cut by leaving the CPS in Manchester.
He brought the laptop back to the sofa and sat against the arm, his legs stretched out over my lap. It was comfortable and easy in a way that I was so grateful for after all the drama of the past winter. Now that it was April, we were working as the team we had been before. Including trying to find a house in Warwick – or at least close to it – since Sergio had found a teaching position at the university there. He had to be on campus by the beginning of September, so we didn't have much time.
Sergio moved his foot so it was sitting in my lap. Well more precisely, sitting on top of my cock. He started to idly rub the heel of his foot on it. I looked at him and grinned. I undid my pants and pulled it out. Then I pulled his socks off. We didn't say anything, but he took my cock between his feet and squeezed it between them, stroking it a little awkwardly with his toes. I threw my head back, surprised it felt so good.
He purred, “I was thinking about your birthday party...”
How could I forget that? I remembered it vividly...
--
It started out as a civilized birthday gathering of our loved ones and friends: Sandor and Aravind, Bruno and James, and of course Carlos and Sergio's mother, a few other Arenas cousins who came up from London and some random colleagues of Sergio's and a couple of fellow teachers who I worked with. I made a point of saying to Sergio that Marcus was not welcome, and he agreed. So we had a nice dinner that Sergio had catered and we all had probably too much wine.
There was a big cake with many candles and I felt duly celebrated. Turning thirty-three didn't seem like a big deal, but then it did because of all the love I felt.
It was really enjoyable and everyone got along. At about eleven, the out-of-town people began to leave for their hotels, Sergio's mother left with Carlos, our colleagues trailed away until there was just six of us left, by which I mean the not straight people. We were sprawled in the living room in front of the fireplace. Bruno and James, being the youngest and therefore the most bratty, produced a joint or two. We don't usually partake of such things, but given it was my birthday it seemed like the right thing to do. I was really becoming fond of James and how happy he made Bruno, even though we didn't know him that well yet.
The joints were passed around and soon all six of us were under the influence and in more than one way. I was slumped against Sergio, watching the fire, but I could feel my body buzzing and I was very aware of the heat coming off him. I looked over at the other sofa and saw Sandor leaning against Aravind's shoulder, his eyes closed. Aravind grinned at me and gently pushed Sandor up, saying, “Come, my duck. We need to go to bed.” He looked at us and said, “Which bedroom?”
I grinned and said, “The one at the top of the stairs. See you in the morning.”
Sandor half opened his eyes and grunted. But he stood up and the two walked unsteadily out of the room.
Bruno was lying with his head in James' lap who was slowly stroking his hair which was longer now. James had his light, almost blonde curls cut short and he had an adorable, slightly military, but mostly gay look about him. I was very happy to see how happy those two were with each other. It had happened so quickly – but these things usually do, don't they?
I turned to Sergio and kissed his cheek, feeling some stubble. Our lips found each other and in that moment, all I could be aware of was him. Every part of my body was aware of him: of his hand on my back, of his lips on my neck, of the feel of my shirt caressing my skin as it slid off my shoulders, the feel of the warm air on my naked chest, the sound of the zipper of my trousers as Sergio slowly undid them and I wriggled free. My throbbing dick felt liberated and then suddenly I remembered there were two other people in the room.
I opened my eyes and looked at the other sofa. I should have known, I suppose, given that it was Bruno. He had pushed James onto his back and had his face in James' open pants, sucking on his balls. I decided not to worry about what Sergio and I were doing.
Tugging Sergio's shirt off, we pulled each other close and began some serious kissing. Sergio's eyes were a little bleary and half-closed, but given the energy of his tongue in my mouth, I could tell he was definitely awake. As we necked, I got out of my trousers, awkwardly lifting up as I sucked on Sergio's bottom lip as I kicked them off. He helped me tug one foot out, and then we clumsily pulled Sergio's off, laughing a little manically.
We were naked and stroking our very hard cocks, the sensations intense, and my whole body felt like it was glowing. I glanced at the other two and to my surprise, Bruno was way ahead of us. He was naked and I could see his strong, plump ass rhythmically gyrating his cock into James who was on his back, his feet resting on Bruno's shoulders. I felt a burst of excitement watching them and turned to Sergio and said, “Fuck me, husband...”
He grinned at me and said, “You want to watch them?”
“Of course I do.” I got on my hands and knees and pushed my ass toward Sergio, who started to lick my hole, tongue running around it, pushing his fingers in while I watched Bruno's body, watched his gorgeous ass fuck James into the sofa. James was moaning and then he glanced over at me with a big smile.
But Sergio suddenly got my attention by drilling his big cock into me, pressing and swirling and at the same time, reaching around and gripping my dick for stability. I shut my eyes and let go, relaxing, opening up to him until he was all in. He stopped and I felt his lips on my neck. He whispered, “Bruno looks so hot fucking his boy, don't you think?”
I didn't answer because it was obvious he did. Bruno was giving us a good show. Sergio began a long, slow, intense, deep series of thrusts into me and I had to shut my eyes so the sensations didn't overwhelm me. With more and more energy, he battered my ass. I finally lowered myself on to the sofa with just my hips slightly raised and Sergio's weight made me fuck the sofa, my cock rubbing against the fabric, probably smearing pre-cum all over it. I didn't care. I opened my eyes again and the other two had moved so that James was kneeling in front of me, Bruno behind him, skewering him while James stroked his cock above my head. His forehead was glistening with sweat, the pale skin of his chest looking damp, his elegant, not-too-big, cut cock looked almost shiny in the firelight, all surrounded by a curly blonde bush that covered his adorably plump balls.
I suddenly felt hungry for his dick, so I pulled myself up and grabbed it and let him slide it into my mouth, holding my head steady so that every time Bruno jammed forward, James's cock dug into my throat. I was just getting to know him but I didn't care. In that moment I wanted everything.
Then Sergio fucked me even harder as I watched Bruno and James change places, Bruno feeding me his wet cock as James pulled Bruno's body into his, stuffing his cock in so Bruno gasped and pushed into my throat. Sergio's thrusts became even deeper and James started to match the energy. I shut my eyes again, feeling like I was on a fast-moving train, the movements of all of our bodies hypnotic and intense.
Then I heard the sounds James was making get louder and the force of Bruno's cock in my mouth get stronger. All I could smell was sweat and sex, the taste of Bruno's dick, the sound of flesh smacking into flesh: it was all a kind of strange symphony of sensation that my stoned mind didn't quite know what to do with. James was clearly filling Bruno's ass and then Bruno, gasping, pulled out of my mouth and, stroking furiously, his dick exploded on my face, spurt after spurt that ran down my cheeks and into my open mouth, drizzling our sofa with white streaks of cum.
Sergio suddenly pulled out of my ass and slid around so that his cock was pushing into my cum-covered lips as he produced his own river that hit my tongue and the back my throat. I coughed, but swallowed and almost passed out from the intensity and I hadn't even cum yet.
When Sergio pulled out of my mouth, he leaned down and kissed me while I pumped my own cock feeling an electric explosion go off in my skin and I could feel myself blasting and, opening my eyes, watched spurts hit Bruno's stomach and drool down all over his cock. I leaned down and sucked up a bunch, nursing on his softer cock, tasting all my juice.
When I sat back, gasping, all three of them were grinning at me. Bruno finally said, “Happy Birthday! I kind of hoped we would do this. James said he was into it...”
I chuckled and kissed Sergio. “So you planned this?”
Sergio licked my ear and said, “Kind of. It was more of an aspiration. But it was fun, wasn't it?”
All I could say was, “It was. Now we have to find someone to clean my face and the sofa off.”
Bruno laughed and stood up, reaching out for James' hand. He said, “I think we should go to bed, James.” He looked at me and said, “The one at the end of the hall?”
I nodded and the two of them disappeared. Sergio ran into the kitchen and came back with a little dishtowel. He gently wiped my face, then tried to clean the sofa. Finally he pulled the blanket we keep on the back of the sofa over us and we snuggled together, watching the fire. I felt relaxed, but my skin was still buzzing, my half-hard cock still pulsing, I could have cum again, but I decided to wait. It was more important that Sergio and I have this moment together where we didn't have to do anything, decide anything, know anything. It was just us.
When the fire died down, we slowly walked up the stairs and into our room. We slid onto the bed but I was still buzzing, so when I had Sergio in my arms, my cock pushing against his ass, I said into ear, “I have one more in me, husband.”
I felt him laugh and he pushed back so my cock was nudging his hole. I reached beside the bed for the lube, not wanting things to be too intense. It was cold on my cock but I stroked for a minute, still feeling the pulses of energy in me. I turned and ran the head of my cock up and down between the strong, tan muscles of his glutes, then easily pushed into him. I fucked him for a long time: slowly and deeply and when I finally blew, if felt like the satisfying end to a long story. We fell asleep with me still deep in him.
--
Back in the present, Sergio was still massaging my cock with his feet when he finished narrating that night to me, right up to the point where we had fallen asleep with his ass filled with my cum. It had been epic and now if felt like a sweet memory. But Sergio still managed to pull a whole lot of cum out of me with his feet and it drooled onto his ankles. He then jacked a load all over his chest and we lay there, sweaty and sticky, wondering what just happened.
--
The estate agent in Warwick met us at the first house we saw. He was a lovely, plump, older man with bright face and a gentle manner. I liked Walter immediately. He was clearly gay and definitely on the Sergio and Stan team because he right way said, “I don't think this place is right for you two. But let's look anyway.”
He was right. It was too modern and too small. The next house was older, but too rickety and needed work, despite having a lovely garden. The third and fourth houses were similar, built in the 1970's and profoundly ugly. I could tell Sergio was getting frustrated and he finally said, “Is there something a little bigger...a little older?”
Walter grinned and said, “Well, since you asked, I was saving the best until last. Follow me.”
We followed Walter's car to the other side of town and northwest into the countryside. We stopped near a village called Shrewley at a house on a small lane that had about a quarter acre of property, some big trees and an early nineteenth-century red brick house. I got out of the car and the first thing I noticed was silence, except for a gentle wind in the trees. I knew right away we had found our house. Sergio, being more practical, went inside with Walter and looked around. I snooped in the garden, then went inside to a slightly renovated house. It had a modern kitchen but the other rooms seemed to have been untouched, save for the two WC's that were also quite new.
I could see the possibilities and so could Sergio. It was close enough to Warwick that he could get to the University quickly. I felt strangely confident that I could find a school nearby that would want a teacher. Unlike Sergio, I decide things with my gut and my gut was telling me this was the house for us.
We stood in the little sunroom at the back and looked at each other. It was obvious we had found our house. The price was a fair bit less than our house in Manchester. What more could we want? So we put in an offer.
--
When we got back to Manchester I knew I had to talk with Sandor. I had told him we would probably move south, but now that it was more or less official, I had to tell him. Walter was sure our offer would be accepted.
I arranged to meet him at a pub near his flat. I realized I was nervous as I sat down with my pint and looked around, wondering what it would be like to not live in Manchester where I had lived my whole life. I had just taken a sip when he walked in. He kissed my cheek and said, “So when do you move?”
Trust Sandor to have figured it all out. “I'm not sure, but hopefully by July. Shrewley is only two hours or so from here, you know. We're not moving to Mars.”
He sat down and sighed. He took a big gulp from his beer glass and said, “I know. But it still feels far away.”
I had to agree with him, but I didn't say anything. I reached over and took his hand. “Sandor, it will be fine. We'll just have to get in the habit of making the trip. When Sergio stops being a Crown attorney, we'll have more time to visit people. Bruno is excited since we'll be closer to him as well.”
Sandor grinned at me. “So the four of you can have more fun?”
I had told Sandor what had happened after he and Aravind had gone to bed the night of the party. I think he was jealous that he missed out. I sipped my pint as innocently as I could and asked “How is Aravind?”
“He's busy. The BBC is restructuring again so he has to reorganize his department. But he's fine.” He stopped, looking at me over the top of his glass. He smirked and said, “Will the four of you get together again?”
“Sandor! It was a one-time thing and we were stoned, anyway. If you want to get together with them, you can, you know. They would probably want to.”
He shook his head, but said, “Well...maybe we will.”
--
Carlos was harder to convince. His job took him all over England and Scotland and he didn't have that much time off to travel to see us.
We were sitting in his flat having coffee, watching a tennis match – something we both love – and he put his cup down, looking at me skeptically. “Two hours is two hours, Stan. It's hard enough seeing you two as it is.”
I nodded and said, “Yes, but you have two good reasons to make the effort, right? Your brother and your best friend.”
He looked guilty and said, “I know...it's just that I'm so busy...but you're right. Since you two got married and all, it's almost been easier seeing you since I only have one stop to make, not two.”
I cuffed him gently on the head and said, “Bastard. But you're right, it is easier.” I stared at him for a moment, being reminded of how much he looked like Sergio. “You seeing anyone these days I should know about?”
He chuckled and said, “No. You know me. I sometimes don't think I'm the marrying type. You two make it look so easy.”
I had told him about the few months where Sergio and I were at odds, but he seemed to have forgotten. That time had been anything but easy.
--
Our house sold in June and we got possession of the new one at the beginning of July. The house in Manchester sold for a lot more than we were expecting, given the little bidding war that went on. I didn't quite understand it. Our house wasn't that great. But apparently the neighbourhood was 'desirable' and with Manchester continuing to gentrify from the grey, grubby city it used to be, the agents weren't surprised.
The move itself was painless. There was a big lorry full of our furniture and three very attractive, muscular boys to go with it. Once all our belongings were in the new house, we gave them all a beer and admired their sweaty faces, their damp t-shirts. We felt like dirty old men who weren't old.
The supervisor and driver of the lorry was called Doug and he was a little older than us. More importantly, his body was built, but not too bulky and his ass was...magnificent. When the boys had finished their beer and gone outside, we settled up with him. We were standing in the kitchen which was full of boxes and furniture in piles. He smiled at us and said, “I hope you both enjoy it here. I live about a mile away so we're almost neighbours. I was surprised when I heard this place sold. An old school friend of mine used to live here.”
I smiled at Doug and said, “We'll take good care of the place.”
Doug smiled back. He seemed a little shy, but then, when he handed me his business card, his thumb caressed mine and suddenly I got it. He wasn't just lingering because he was a neighbour. He was lingering because he liked us. And not just because we're nice guys. He looked at Sergio and said, “If you two want to come over some time...well now you have my number.”
Sergio and I both grinned at him and just before he left, he said, “Call any time.”
Who knew that quiet country neighbourhoods were so exciting? I smirked at Sergio as Doug walked out of our new house. I said, “Well...when we've got this place organized, we'll definitely have to have him over, don't you think?”
Sergio playfully smacked my ass and said, “Let's get to work.”
We began to move boxes about, trying to figure out where everything would go, when my phone rang. It was the head teacher at a school in Coventry that I had visited a week previously and had an interview. I hadn't at all thought I would have a chance. But I was wrong. They offered me the job and I would be teaching year seven students which was a little younger than I was used to, but at the same time I think twelve-year olds would work better for me anyway. Of course I accepted. Coventry is a short drive from our new house. We would just need to buy a second car.
I got off the phone and grinned at Sergio. “Well that was Coventry. They want to hire me!”
I threw my arms around my man and felt like we had done everything we needed to do. We were all set to live in this new neighbourhood, with at least one new friend – Doug – and a new life for Sergio.
The rest of the weekend we spent moving things around and fucking each other in every room to see how it felt. On that Sunday, after Sergio and fucked me for ages, we lay in bed dozing. I ran my hand over his strong back, enjoying his smooth skin. I kissed his shoulder and felt gratitude to the universe.
I wondered what life would be like now that we had moved into a new home. Sergio's life would be completely different. Mind would be more or less the same, except in a new place and a new school. I was sure both of us would be annoyed and stressed sometimes – that's inevitable. But Sergio would have more time for many things. For doing new things. We would have time to visit our families and our close friends. There was a garden outside that needed help. There was a man a mile away who basically propositioned us. I wondered what else was possible now that we had more time for living.
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