Pete's Story

Toby returned to the flat to find Pete fast asleep on the sofa. He carefully turned him round so that his legs were comfortably tucked in and then decided to take a shower. His only problem as he could see it would be what to wear afterwards until his PJs were delivered by Marvin. He noticed a dressing gown on the back of the bedroom door and holding it up thought it would just about fit him.

‘That was Stuart’s.’

Toby looked round guiltily. Pete was standing in the door to the lounge, clinging to the blanket wrapped around him.

‘I’m sorry. I didn’t know. I wouldn’t have …’

‘It’s alright Toby,’ Pete walked up to him and put his hand on the dressing gown. He smiled up at Toby, ‘you need something to wear after your shower, and it’s just hanging there gathering dust. Please. Use it. I don’t mind. Honest.’ He stood on tip toe and kissed Toby on the cheek, then turned and walked back into the lounge.

Toby had his shower, enjoying the hot water as it eased the tension from his shoulders that had built up during the day. He took the opportunity to ease another area of tension whilst under the hot water. He rubbed soap into his clipped chest hair, then down his stomach to the neatly trimmed bush at the root of his heavy uncut penis, he used both hands to work the thick, silky lather around his smooth balls, enjoying the sensations generated as he kneaded, rolled and pulled the orbs in the sensitive sack. His cock responded quickly and was soon standing at full attention, like the best drilled soldier on sentry duty. He moved his hands from his balls to his aching rod. Making a sleeve from them, he pumped his hot and needy dick in and out of the soap slicked tunnel. His foreskin rubbed back and forth on his tender glans. He soon felt his climax building. His balls pulled up tight to his body, his cock got thicker, harder. His breathing became shorter, more ragged. Conscious of Pete in the lounge, Toby stifled his natural urge to groan and shout out loud as the first load of hot cum spat from the end his spasming cock. Jet after jet splashed against the shower wall as he felt the frustration of the last day spend itself in wasted but welcome relief.

Dressed in Stuart’s old blue dressing gown, Toby returned to the lounge. Pete was standing at the window staring at the city lighting up beyond. Walking up behind him, he gently placed his hands on Pete’s shoulders. ‘It’s beautiful at night isn’t it? You can’t see the dirt and the grime.’

‘That’s very cynical Toby.’ Pete reached up with his right hand across his body and put it over Toby’s left. At the same time he moved back into him, inviting his embrace. Toby’s right arm slid round Pete’s waist and held him lightly. Leaning his head back and turning slightly towards Toby, Pete snuggled into the older mans neck. ‘Thank you for staying. I honestly don’t think I would have coped on my own tonight.’

They stood watching the East London skyline for some time before Toby broke the spell surrounding them, ‘Come on. Let’s watch some tv whilst we wait for the pizza.’ They sat on the sofa, Pete snuggled up comfortably in Toby’s strong, reassuring arms. Around seven, Marvin arrived with Toby’s clothes and the pizzas. Toby met him at the parking door dressed in just the dressing gown. ‘Oh very sexy sir if I may say so.’ Marvin squeezed his crotch and winked suggestively at his Lord and Master. Toby, having known his chauffeur for many years played along. He unknotted the cord securing the gown closed and temptingly let one side fall open revealing half his naked torso. Slowly he started to reveal his cock and balls. Marvin gave a theatrical yawn, ‘ Put a bottle of your favourite scotch in the bag for you sir. Thought you might need it. Look after him sir. See you in the morning.’

Laughing with the man he considered as much a friend as an employee, Toby bid him good night and went back upstairs to the flat.

Toby soon changed into his PJs. His shorts hugged his manhood snugly, whilst the t-shirt showed off his excellent physique to its best. He was a true alpha male, and what made him even more impressive was that he felt no need to prove himself to anyone, nor to impress others with his physical, mental or monetary prowess. Looking him over, Pete was aware that he was falling for the man who was so determined to help and protect him, and he was beginning to wonder just how long it would be before he was asking him to make love to him. Not tonight, he told himself. And he meant it. Tonight would be wrong. I’ll get to know him first. One day at a time. Let me get my head sorted out first. He glanced at Toby and saw he was watching him from the bedroom door, arms folded, leaning against the door frame, smile on his face.

Pete smiled back, a little shyly. ‘Pizza’s going cold.’

‘We’d better get it eaten then. Any films on? Let’s check Sky.’

Half way through their dinner the phone rang. ‘I’ll get. I’m expecting Liz. She’s in Spain with the girls,’ he explained as he moved to pick up the phone. ‘Hello – hi darling, how are you? – good – how are the girls? – really – no I bloody well won’t. They can have a pony like everyone else – well of course you can darling, if you think you can handle one – yes, he’s a friend of Barry – yes that’s right – yes – no – well I’d like to, but it’s not going to happen any time soon – my darling girl, he is quite beautiful, you are going to love him – no ‘fraid not. Totally gay – yes, I’m going to get him an appointment with Stephen, hopefully he should be able to help – probably all week, although I might take him to the country. We’ll see how it goes- alright darling – yes, I love you too – missing you actually, seems ages since I’ve seen you – really? Only one? Oh well. Love to the girls – yes. Goodnight.’

‘That was your wife?’

‘Yes. Sends her love.’

‘She knows you’re here with me?’

‘Yes, of course she does.’

‘And she knows you want to fuck me?’

‘Make love to you Peter. There is a difference.’

‘Whatever. But she knows that you want to?’

‘Yes. Is that a problem?’

‘Doesn’t she mind?’

‘Not at all. She knew what my sexual preferences were when we met. She also knows that I will never leave her for anyone. So no, there is no problem.’

‘Oh.’ Pete thought for a minute. ‘I am going to be so embarrassed when I meet her – I am going to meet her aren’t I? I can just tell that you want me to meet her.’

‘Of course you are. Look, you’ll love each other. And Pete, we haven’t actually done anything yet so what’s the problem?’

‘The problem is that we both want to and she knows it.’

‘We do?’

‘We do what?’

‘Want to make love.’

‘Well yes. Just not quite yet. Well, I don’t think so anyway. I’m not sure. I’m confused.’

‘Why are you confused?’

‘Well, um, I, er…… Well, I really, really like you. And you make me feel so safe and I think I’m starting to fall….. Oh for fucks sake Toby, will you please just kiss me.’ Pete sat on the sofa, his eyes pleading with Toby . Unable to make the first move himself, Pete needed the older, more experienced man to take charge.

‘Okay Pete, I will kiss you. But that is all we will do tonight. I don’t care how much we may both want to take thing further, we are not going to. Understand?’ Pete nodded, reluctantly. ‘Good.’ Toby knelt on the floor in front of Pete and very slowly brought his lips to his. Gradually increasing the pressure, he opened his mouth and ran his tongue along the slit between the younger mans lips. They parted with a quiet groan. Pete’s tongue came out to meet Toby’s. Gently, tenderly, they fought each other. Exploring each other’s lips then curling around each other before tentatively then more urgently entering each other’s mouths. Then they were fighting to lick at each other, to suck, bite, pull, goad each other to want the other more and more. They were panting into each other. Hands started o explore hard urgent bodies. Then, ‘STOP.’ It was Pete who remembered their agreement. They pulled apart. Gasping for air like two prize fighters who had just gone six rounds with each other. Both were dazed by the passion they had aroused in each other. Both were shaken by the intensity of a kiss.

‘Shall I make some Horlicks?’ Giggled Pete. Not really sure what to say or do.

‘No, but I think it might be a good idea if we opened a window and cooled down a bit.’

‘It’s a long time since I had a kiss like that. If I’m honest, it’s been a long time since I’ve liked anyone as much as you.’ Pete looked down at the floor so that Toby couldn’t see his face and the fact that he was grinning, ‘it’s just a pity that you’re married and so old!’

‘Old? OLD? I’ll give you bloody old. Come here you cheeky young……’ Toby playfully launched himself on top of Pete, attacked his stomach and sides of his torso and began to tickle him. ‘Come on then, show me who’s old now.’

‘Stop. No. Please. Don’t. I can’t breathe.’ Toby relaxed his hold thinking Pete was giving in, only to find himself under attack as the younger man was able to wriggle from under him and mount his own tickle attack from the rear. The two rolled and wrestled together for several minutes, their laughter filling the air dispelling all the sexual tension that had built up between them. The contest could inevitably only have one outcome given his superior strength, size and training and eventually, Pete found himself on his back, arms held securely and with ease with one powerful hand above his head, while Toby knelt over him, controlling his legs with his feet, sitting on his groin and with his free hand able to tickle at will. ‘Who’s old now then?’ Pete struggled, Toby went for his arm pits. ‘No, no, stop. Okay you’re not old. You win.’ Pete laughed as he wriggled and bucked.

‘Ha.’ Exclaimed Toby as he released Pete, and collapsed on his back on the floor next to him. ‘That was fun. Haven’t done anything like that for years.’ He turned his head to look at Pete. ‘I think you’re going to be good for me young man.’

They lay on the floor together in companionable silence until Pete realised he was starting to doze off. ‘I think I need my bed. How about you?’

‘Yes. That’s probably not a bad idea. Do you have another spare blanket or two?’

‘Why?’

‘So I don’t get cold.’

Pete wasn’t thinking clearly, ‘Why would you get cold in bed? The duvet is a nice warm one.’

‘I’m sleeping on the sofa.’

‘No you’re not. You’re sleeping with me, and we will both behave ourselves.’ Pete looked Toby in the eyes with his little boy lost look that he knew he did so well. It had always worked on Stuart, he decided to try it on the beautiful man laying next to him. ‘Besides Toby, I need a cuddle tonight.’ And then in a soft, almost child like voice, with a slightly pouting bottom lip, ‘please?’

Toby completely melted. He knew of course that he was being played and that Pete was putting a little boy act to get what he wanted, but the result was so utterly, frustratingly adorable that he gave in immediately. He also suspected that somewhere deep inside, the hurt little boy did need a hug and some reassurance from the strong alpha male and that it would be a mistake not to allow it. ‘What side do you want?’

Pete’s face lit up. He bounced to his feet and headed for the bedroom. ‘I’ll take the right if that’s okay. Do you need a toothbrush? I’ve got a spare.’

‘The lefts fine for me, and no, Marvin brought one over for me.’ Toby moved round the flat making sure that everything was turned off and all doors and windows were locked. By the time he got to the bedroom, Pete was already sitting up in bed. He had removed his t-shirt and seeing the firm, well defined, smooth chest naked for the first time, Toby involuntarily growled deep in his throat. He felt his resolve giving way, and mentally gave himself a stern talking to.

‘What? Did you say something?’

‘No, just clearing my throat.’ Toby went into the bathroom and completed his pre-bedtime routines. When he returned to the bedroom, Pete was snuggled down in the duvet, breathing steadily and obviously not far from sleep. Toby removed his top and slipped quietly into bed. Laying his head on the pillows facing towards Pete he studied the face of the troubled young man. The room was lit by both the glow of street lamps and the light of an almost full moon. The face he watched was near perfect, with an only just visible scar running from jaw to cheek bone on the left hand side marring

an otherwise unblemished skin. The eyebrows were sparse, in contrast to the long but light eyelashes. The lips were neither full nor thin, a perfect fit for the face, and in Toby’s opinion quite beautiful when at rest, as now, or when smiling. He loved Pete’s smile. His entire face lit up and made those with him smile too. It was infectious. As he lay looking at him, Toby realised that although he had known the boy whose bed he shared for less than a day, his feelings for him were already becoming complex. Whilst not yet love, he could say with certainty that he felt a responsibility for the boy and that he had a deep seated desire, no make that a need, to make him happy, to protect the fragile young adult from the cruelties of the world. It was almost paternal, and yet at the same time he was the most attractive, the most erotic and sexually stimulating man he had ever met. He was an amalgam of characters. One minute a lost, frightened little boy seeking protection, the next, an insatiable sexual predator hungry for as much cock as he could get. Toby would have to tread very carefully to ensure he did not cause the young man any further anxiety and trauma in his life.

Feeling himself being watched, Pete pulled himself from his light sleep and opened his eyes. Smiling sleepily when he saw Toby smiling back at him he brought his hand up to the older mans face and laid it on his strong cheek. ‘Your beautiful. Do you know that?’ Toby broadened his smile in acknowledgement then leaned forward and tenderly kissed Pete’s lips. ‘Mmm. That was nice. I like your kisses. Make my toes tingle.’ There was the little boy again.

Toby moved onto his back, extended his arm towards Pete, who instinctively moved into the larger mans embrace putting his arm across his chest. Toby held him close, kissing the top of his head and breathing in the clean smell of him. As he fell into a deep sleep he was wondering if he was experiencing the feelings of a father towards a much loved son, or a lover for his beloved. Perhaps it was a mixture of the two. Right now he didn’t care. His boy was safe in his arms. He would deal with the psychology of it another day.

As for Pete, well he wasn’t crying. For the first time since coming home from the hospital after the accident, he felt calm and secure. For the first time since the accident he was in his own bed and not crying. For the first time since the accident he had someone else in his own bed who wasn’t Stuart. He couldn’t explain why, he knew they had no future, but for some reason, Toby had given him hope for tomorrow. Perhaps he could be happy again. He had climbed out of the pit before, maybe, with help, he could do it again. He’d give it a try at least. He owed himself that much. He said his usual silent good night to his lost love, closed his eyes and cuddled close to his new protector. He was asleep in no time at all.