Pete's Story

Over the next few months Pete allowed himself to be looked after by the two father figures in his life. Andrew, who ensured he was receiving precise and constructive direction at work along with any support necessary whilst he saw the psychologist he had been referred to by Toby’s friend Stephen, and Toby, who spent as much time as their busy schedules allowed boosting his confidence, helping to expand his business acumen, introducing him to influential people who could be of help to him and guiding him in how to behave with and use his charm and sexuality to manipulate those he needed help and favours from. Pete learned how to dress for the right occasion, what wine to drink with what food, when to flatter, when to flirt, when to shut down a conversation, how to always leave a lecherous old fart hanging without leaving him or her bitter and angry. Toby taught him every trick he knew, so that soon, he became an expert at manipulating almost anyone he came into contact with. There were exceptions, Andrew for one, who was totally immune to anything Pete tried. ‘Pete mate,’ he once said, ‘you cannot con a con, so don’t bloody try. Now piss off and get some work done.’ Pete loved Andrew, he had given him a chance when few others would. Of course he knew he had fingers in various dubious pies, but the drinks business he was involved with him in was totally legit, and he respected the fact that he used him as the public face, rarely being seen himself. In truth, Andrew was a rogue, not quite a criminal, but not always acting within the confines of the law. Pete knew when to look the other way, and Toby had soon learned to do likewise.

Strangely, for Pete, he stopped trawling the scene for random sex partners, finding he was getting more than enough from Marvin, who was equally surprised at the enjoyment he was deriving from the regular sexual activity the two were sharing. Toby was very happy with the arrangement as he felt that Pete was safe. His libido was being satisfied but he was not putting himself at risk. The only downside to the arrangement was the odd occasion when Marvin wasn’t available to drive the Rolls, because he was too busy parking his cock in Pete’s ass.

A routine became established and the friendships became solid and comfortable. The Original Drinks Company went from strength to strength, Marvin had started to introduce some of his fuck buddies to Pete who was enjoying the variety and spice this brought to his sex life, from mild S&M to occasional bondage – but only if Marvin was with him, to a monthly orgy or sex party, to themed sex clubs, again, always with Marvin. Pete’s therapy sessions went some way to helping him deal with his childhood, but each time he had to interact with his parents, especially his father, he felt himself regressing, so he decided to call it a day and deal with it later. Toby was not sure he was making the right decision so one evening he decided to challenge him.

‘I really do think you’re pulling out of therapy too early Pete. I know you’re feeling better, but…’

‘Toby.’ Pete’s voice was strained. Toby was silenced, he had never heard the younger man speak to him like this before. ‘I know how much you care, and I know you only want to help. But I can’t do it right now okay? It’s making me hate dad more and I can’t do that. He’s changed Toby. Since he had his heart attack he’s changed, and he knows he can’t hurt me now. He gets that I don’t care what he thinks of me anymore, and I really don’t. It’s you I look to now, you and Andrew. I know what you two have done for me and how you’ve both given me back what he took away, and I love you both for it. But I can’t keep going over what he did to me. I can’t forgive him yet. Maybe I never will, but I won’t hate him Toby. He’s my dad. I want to love him. Can you understand?’ Pete looked at Toby, the little boy staring out of the adults eyes. Toby enfolded him in his arms feeling him sag against his chest quietly crying.

‘It’s okay son, I understand. I’ve got you.’

Pete lifted his face from Toby’s chest and looked up into his eyes. ‘Do you remember when we first met you said you would only make love with me if I asked you to?’ Toby’s body stiffened for a moment, then seeing the trust in the younger mans eyes relaxed almost at once.

‘Yes, I remember.’

‘I’d like to do something special for you if you’d let me.’ Toby looked at him quizzically. ‘I’d like to make dinner for you, romance you. Then, pamper you before making love to you.’ Pete almost looked embarrassed as he continued, ‘look Toby, you’ve done so much for me, and I realised a few weeks ago that I don’t just like you anymore, I love you. It’s not a head over heels in love, but it’s warm and happy and I really want to show you how much you mean to me. I know you will never be my partner, you love Liz too much for that, and I know that we’ll not make love very often, but if it’s okay with you I’d like to, sometimes.’ A hopeful smile played at he edges of his mouth.

‘Thank you Pete. I’d like that very much.’

The little boy was happy now, and Pete actually jumped up and down on the spot. ‘Really? That’s great, how about this weekend? I could cook for us on Friday evening and then maybe we could spend Saturday together and you go home Sunday. I thought that would be good cause I know Liz is away until Sunday night.’ The hopeful look in his eyes made Toby love him all the more.

‘I think that sounds almost perfect. But how about I take you for dinner on Friday and you cook on Saturday, that way you don’t have to stress after work on Friday?’

‘Oh. I hadn’t thought of that. See, that’s why you’re a lord and I’m not.’

‘Fuck you,’ Toby soundly punched Pete on the arm, making him stagger back from the force used.

‘Ouch. That hurt.’ Then looking at him with feigned shock, ‘aww you swore, I’m going to tell on you. Gonna tell Marvin. MARVIN, TOBY SAID FUCK. MARVIN.’

‘Why you little. Come here.’ Toby proceeded to playfully chase Pete round the furniture, finally capturing him as he tried to jump over the sofa. Falling onto it with Toby firmly in command and on top, he began a merciless tickling assault that soon had Pete almost unable to breathe and begging him to stop. He took the subdued mans wrists in his hands and pushed his arms above his head, not thinking what he was doing. He saw a moment of panic in Pete’s eyes. He relaxed his hold a little but didn’t release his grip. ‘Are you okay with this, or would you rather I let you go?’

‘No. I’m okay. I trust you. It just felt weird for a minute. It’s the first time anyone’s done that since….well, you know.’

‘I’ll bet he didn’t do this,’ and for only the second time since they had met, Toby covered Pete’s mouth with his. Lips firmly came together, his tongue pushed into the surprised but now eager mouth. Toby groaned, almost a year of waiting and wanting to show how much he loved the young man under him was conveyed to Pete in the heat of that kiss. He had never felt such passion in a kiss before. The urgency and the way Toby totally dominated him brought him out in goosebumps. A shiver raced down his spine and his cock was instantly achingly hard. He found himself pushing his body against the bigger, harder man, grinding his erection into his hip. Heard himself whimpering into his mouth. He had been frightened of being dominated until now, a fear borne from his childhood experiences, but here, with Toby, a man he respected and trusted, he felt a need to submit, to be the total bottom he knew he was. Toby raised his head and looked down at Pete. He was shocked to see the wanton, submissive, almost pleading face looking back at him. Pete’s eyes were begging him to do what ever he liked to him. His whole demeanour was one of submission. ‘So, you want to be my little boy do you?’ Pete nodded. ‘Tell me Pete. Tell me what you want.’

‘I want you to fuck me.’

‘Is that all?’ Pete looked away, whimpering, trembling. His hard cock betraying his excitement. ‘What else does my boy want?’ Toby was conscious that he needed to take this slowly. He could see that Pete wanted to role play and that his experiences in childhood were being used to fuel his fantasy, but he didn’t want to cause any sort of upset or trauma. ‘Do you want to be my boy Pete? Are you sure?’ Pete turned his head to face him. Toby was relieved to see that his eyes were clear and steady.

‘Yes please Toby. I’d love to be your boy, just…..’ he paused, a shy, slightly embarrassed smile touched his lips.

Toby leaned down and gently kissed him. ‘What?’

‘Well, can I just be your boy and not your little boy? I don’t think I’m ready for that.’

Releasing his hold on his wrists, Toby wrapped his arms around Pete’s perfectly toned upper body. ‘Of course you can. You’ll always be my boy now. My perfect boy.’ He kissed him tenderly, then held him close as they both enjoyed the beginning of a new relationship between them. Both knew that a bond of trust and understanding was forming between them that few would be able to comprehend. It was far more than physical, although that was part of it. It was equally emotional, spiritual and physical. To Pete, Toby would become part lover, part friend, part confidant but above all he would come to see him as the father he always craved. For Toby, Pete would be a young man he could finally give his love and trust to, who wanted nothing in return but the same. A commitment to always be there when and if needed. He was under no illusions, he knew, even if Pete didn’t, that one day, the young stud would meet someone he wanted to spend the rest of his life with, and that when that day came, Toby would become a real father to him. He would enjoy being Pete’s lover, but he would love helping him to grow and become the man he knew could be. He looked forward to being allowed to be a father to a son he had never had.

It seemed that in the blink of an eye it was ten o’clock. The two of them had lay on the sofa in comfortable silence all evening, watching the sun go down and the lights of the city come up.

‘Do you have to go home?’

‘No, I can stay tonight. I’d sent Marvin home earlier.’ He chuckled. ‘I hadn’t planned on anything happening between us today but I thought it would be good to spend some time with you. What time do you have to be up tomorrow?’

‘I’m working from home in the morning and then I’ve got an appointment in town at two, so I won’t set my alarm till nine. Andrew’s okay with that. It’s been a hard few weeks, so I’ve planned in a few lighter days up to the weekend. I’m feeling tired. I think l need a break.’

‘Nine sounds good. When was your last holiday? Before Christmas wasn’t it?’

‘Yes. I really ought to book some time off. Get away for a week somewhere. Even if it’s in the UK. Be good to chill.’

‘Yeah.’ Toby lay still, absentmindedly stroking Pete’s head.

‘What?’

‘What? What do you mean? What?’

‘Toby, you’ve got that “I’m planning something” look on your face. Come on, out with it.’

‘Am I really that obvious?’

‘Only because I’ve got to know you so well.’ Pete planted a sloppy kiss on Toby’s cheek leaving it covered in dribble.

‘Yuk. Thank you very much.’ Toby used Pete’s shirt to wipe his face.

‘Hey, not fair. That was a sloppy love kiss and you wiped it away.’ Pete assumed a very sulky, pouty expression that a troublesome two year old would have been proud of.

Toby suppressed a laugh, ‘God give me strength. Okay I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have wiped off your kiss. In fact I rubbed most of it in so I won’t lose it. Alright?’

‘I suppose.’ Suddenly Pete’s face lit up with one of his side to side smiles. ‘Have I told you today I love you Lord Toby Maidenhead?’

‘Not nearly enough.’ A less than chaste kiss was exchanged.

‘So come on then, why were you thinking about?’

‘Ahh. Well, you know I have the lodge in Scotland and I keep saying I need to go and visit to see everything is progressing as well as I’d like?’

‘Yeeess.’

‘What if you came with me? We could share the driving, leave Marvin to own devises for the week, he could do with a break as well. In fact we could take the jet and fly up. Much better. What do you think? Fancy a week being my boy in the highlands? I could get you in a kilt – as it should be worn. Now that would be fun.’

‘Dirty bugger. You only want me for my haggis don’t you?’

‘Sooner fiddle with your sporran. Well? Is it a good idea or not?’

‘Yes, I’d like that. I don’t really enjoy going abroad. All those idiots getting pissed and most gay men I’ve met before just want to fuck you. Last holiday I had in Ibiza I spent most of my time pulling hands out of my shorts and the beach was a fucking joke. I gave up in the end and stayed by the pool. Bloody hated it. Never again. When do you want to go?’

‘Speak to Andrew and see when he can spare you and fit round that. Now I don’t know about you, but I’m tired and need a shower before bed. Coming?’

‘Can I wash you?’ Toby gave him a sly smile. ‘Well it’s something I like doing. Used to do it all the time to Stuart. Please daddy?’ Suddenly Pete was all coy and playful. Bottom lip sucked into his mouth, top teeth biting down on it, before his tongue seductively licked across his lips from one side to the other, as he jumped up, put his hands on the arm of the sofa, stuck his arse in the air and provocatively pouted at Toby. ‘You’ll like it, promise.’ Now he stood next to Toby and pushed his hand up his shirt to run his fingers through the hairs on his stomach. ‘And I’ll use lots and lots of smooth, silky soap to make sure you’re lovely and clean daddy.’ He nibbled Toby’s ear. ‘Promise.’

‘Oh fuck. Get in the fucking shower before daddy spanks his boy for being a little slut.’

‘Promises promises.’ Pete turned to head for the ensuite. Toby stopped him, and quickly, and not too delicately brought his hand down on his tight, round, denim clad buttocks. He squealed then groaned as Toby caught him with another loud slap.

‘Now go or there will be more where that came from.’ Toby growled.

‘Promises, promises,’giggled Pete as he skipped camply to the bathroom. Shaking his head in humorous disbelief, Toby followed. He stood in the doorway from the bedroom into the en-suite watching the athletic form of the beautiful young man he loved move around under the water cascading over and around him in the multi-jet shower. The way the soap suds moved across the firm chest, running down the gently muscled washboard stomach, following the faint line of hair from navel to the trimmed bush then rushing over the curve of the full, fat penis or to travel round the smooth, round balls then to almost reluctantly fall to the floor, made his cock twitch. God he was something else. Marvin was right, part of Pete’s appeal lay in the fact that he didn’t know just how ducking gorgeous he was. He had been put down and belittled so much as a kid that in his own eyes he still thought of himself that way. He struggled to see past what he had been conditioned to believe. Toby, yet again, swore he would do all he could to right that wrong and gift Pete the ability to see himself as others truly saw him, not as his father had.

Pete sensed he was being watched and looked round. Seeing Tony in the doorway he flashed him a beaming smile. ‘Wanna wash my back for me dad?’ The tone was playful, but the eyes were full of lust, and the way he ran his hand over his buttock and thigh was pure sex. Toby stepped into the bathroom and began to remove his clothes. Pete turned to face the wall, placing his hands on the tiled surface just above his head, with his feet the same distance apart as his hands, and his back arched downwards so that his bum pointed up and out, it would have been obvious to a blind man what he was offering to the older man. He watched over his shoulder as Toby removed his boxer briefs, unable to suppress a moan of anticipation upon seeing the full splendour of his manhood for the first time. He had long suspected that Toby was fairly well endowed, what he hadn’t expected was the size of the weapon that was now levelled at him. It was by far the longest, thickest piece of fuck meat that he had ever seen. He had a dildo in the drawer by his bed that he played with very occasionally, and he thanked the gods he had, knowing that only because of that dildo could he even begin to think about taking Toby’s dick in his arse. He tried to relax and breathe deeply, as Toby came into the shower, stood behind him and taking the shower gel began to wash his shoulders. The end of the mighty club jabbed against Pete’s arse crack, and if Toby leaned forward onto Pete’s back to massage the gel into the top of his shoulders and neck, the monster cock was pressed flat in the crack between his buttocks and rubbed against his twitching rose bud. Pete pushed back. He couldn’t help himself. ‘Oh daddy, please daddy. Fuck me daddy.’

Toby snaked an arm around to Pete’s front, his hand coming to rest on his firm pectoral muscle. His thumb and forefinger found the nipple, erect and hard. Taking firm hold of the rubbery nub he squeezed and then twisted, knowing he would bring pain to the beautiful boy in his arms, and knowing he would love him doing so. As the pain increased, Pete rose up on his toes, a silent cry left his open mouth as his head strained back. His whole body tensed and squirmed. As quickly as he began the painful torture, Toby released the boys tit. Pete slumped against him, his breath ragged. ‘More. That was fucking awesome.’ He panted, grinding against Toby’s cock even harder.

‘More what boy?’ Growled Toby, taking hold of the nipple again. ‘Ask me nicely what it is you want more of boy.’ He moved his other hand to take both of Pete’s in it and to pin them to the wall above his head. Placing a foot on against the inside of each of the bottom boys he pushed the gasping suns legs further apart, fully exposing his unprotected ring to his raging hard-on. Pete was shocked at how turned on he was. He had no fear at all, know he could stop this fantasy at any time, as if to reinforce that knowledge, Toby quietly leaned into him, ‘okay Pete? Want to carry on?’

Pete groaned, ‘yes please.’ He turned his head to look at the man he had come trust above all others. He gave him a quick cheeky smile, ‘daddy.’ A second later his chest erupted in hot, searing pain. ‘AAHHHHHHHHHHH.’ He screamed. Instinctively he pushed back trying to escape from the arm holding him so tightly. As he did so, his arse pressed against the angry, pulsing head of Toby’s cock lubed up by the soap that had run off Pete’s back. Before either man knew what had happened, the head of the enormous dick had half forced, half been swallowed by Pete’s desperate, hungry hole. Both men froze. Toby released his hold on Pete’s tortured nipple, causing him to convulse in pain, which in urn made his arse squeeze down on Toby’s cock now firmly lodged in the hot, throbbing tunnel, which in turn led Toby to jolt from the amazing sensations he was getting from Pees arse, which made him flex and push further into Pete and so it went on, until all eleven thick inches of Toby’s incredibly hard fuck stick were buried o his pubes inside the what he would later consider to be the hottest, tightest, sexiest, most fuckable ass he had ever had the pleasure to stoke. Pete began to rotate his hips against Toby’s groin. He had never felt so full. It was painful but at the same time abso -fucking -lutely fantastic. No cock had ever been so far inside him. He was experiencing sensations never before triggered. The slightest movement and his prostate was rubbed or squashed or prodded or something. He didn’t care, all he knew was that his arse was letting off fireworks, and Toby wasn’t actually fucking him yet, he was just standing there, letting him get used to his length and girth.

Suddenly, the monster in his gut all but disappeared. ‘NO.’ He cried.

‘No condom baby. We need to be safe.’

‘Just a few minutes daddy please. We’ll be okay if you don’t cum. Please daddy. Sir?’ Rationally, both knew what a ridiculous argument Pete had just put forward, but their passions took over, and I one smooth, firm movement, Toby pushed every inch back into the welcoming sleeve. ‘YESSSSSSS. Oh god. Oh yes. Oh god. Oh daddy. Fuck me daddy. Fuck your boys ass daddy. Make me yours daddy. Please daddy. Make me yours.’

Taking firm hold of Pete’s waist, Toby began to power in and out of the tight man cunt he had waited so patiently for. He watched the warm water pouring over the muscles flexing under the taught skin on the back stretched out in front of him. He let one hand travel over that back feeling the strength, the power. He gripped the straining latts, stroked the bulging arms, ran his hand over the perfect, round ass, held the stem of his cock where it entered the burning ring, felt the man-boy he was fucking becoming more and more uncontrolled as the feelings he was bringing him took him to heights he had never known. As Pete finally let his emotions loose, his animal sexuality took over. He slammed back onto the pole reaming his ass. ‘More daddy more. Fuck me. Harder. HARDER DADDY HARDER. DON’T FUCKING STOP.’

Toby knew he wouldn’t last much longer, his balls were tight and the end of his cock was becoming so tender. He slammed into Pete one last time then stopped, wrapping his arms around the young fuck machines waist preventing him from moving. ‘NO.’ Shouted Pete. ‘No. No no. Please daddy don’t stop. Please daddy.’ He was almost sobbing.

‘It’s okay son, relax. Daddy’s got you.’ Toby had realised that the fantasy had become almost real for Pete and that some of his demons had been exorcised thanks to the passionate, emotional fuck. What was needed now was love and tenderness. ‘Daddy’s going to take you to bed now. Alright?’ Pete nodded, an arm coming down from the wall to rest across the arms holding him up. Toby slowly and somewhat reluctantly pulled out of the hot, desperate arse. Pete emitted a little cry of distress as he did so. ‘Don’t worry, he’ll be back soon.’

‘Promise?’

‘I promise. Gentle next time though. Nice and gentle.’

‘That’d be nice. Think I’d like gentle.’ It was almost as though Pete was coming down from a drug induced high. Toby put it down to adrenaline and the emotions he had experienced from letting go during their no holds barred coupling. He wrapped him in a towel and got him dry then told him to get into bed and to wait for him. Minutes later, he was slipping under the duvet next to him. Pete quickly folded himself into his arms and reached up for a soft loving kiss. He put a condom in Toby’s hand. ‘I’d love you to come inside me but I don’t how you’d feel about that so…..’

‘When were you last tested?’

‘Three weeks ago with Marvin. He makes me go every six weeks. Regular as clock work. You know he’s obsessive about it. And I’m always negative. I’m always a good boy, you know that. I get enough lectures off you and Andrew.’

‘It’s good to know you’ve paid attention,’ chuckled Toby. ‘Well I was tested at the same time and I was negative too. So…. Shall we be naughty together? I won’t tell Marvin if you don’t.’ He thought for a moment. ‘Actually the only person I haven’t used condoms with is Liz. So you’d be joining an exclusive club. How about you?’

‘Truth? You’d be the second for me too. Stuart and I used condoms at first but when we moved in together and knew it was for keeps we got tested and then, well, we didn’t need them. I’m not the big slut everyone thinks I am you know.’

‘I know. I never thought you were. You know something young man, my boy?’

Pete smiled up at him from his comfortable spot snuggled on his shoulder, ‘what’s that daddy?’

‘I love you. You have brought a light to life I never expected. You are very precious. You need to know that you are very, very loved.’ He saw tears form in Pete’s eyes. Using his thumb he gently brushed them away. ‘Tonight is not for tears. Tonight is for love. And I, my boy, haven’t finished with your ass yet. On your back boy and spread those legs.’

‘Yes sir, daddy sir.’ Pete rolled over giggling, as Tony threw the duvet off them and picked up the lube from beside the bed. He knelt between his boys open and raised legs, applied liberal quantities of lube to the pouting arse before him and his own still tumescent pole then placing Pete’s legs over his shoulders he pressed his cock head to the irresistible bud and pushed in not stopping until his balls were resting against firm buttocks. Pete’s initial high pitched gasp became a groan of pure pleasure as he remembered how much he enjoyed the feel of his lovers dick filling him. Toby began to make slow, tender love to his boy. His experience showed as he used his over large tool to its full advantage. Varying the depth of each stroke, altering imperceptibly the angle he moved in and out at. Circling his hips at full penetration, watching his boys face intently to gauge the intensity of the pleasure he was giving. Pete never felt discomfort or pain. He soon forgot that he was being speared by a monster of a cock, that his cunt was being stretched to its limits. His own not unimpressive manhood was leaking pre-cum like a dripping tap, a pool forming on the flat plain of his stomach. Looking down, Toby saw the precious liquid. Taking a moment to pause, he collected some of Pete’s valuable nectar on his fingers and brought it to his lips. It was his first taste of Pete’s juice and he almost came as the slightly salty sweetness, combined with a muskiness unique to his boy overwhelmed his senses. He scooped up all he could of the remaining cum, again sucked his fingers clean then leaned forward to kiss Pete and share his own taste with him. Their mouths came together hungrily, they sucked at each other, exchanging saliva, Pete’s cum, sweat, groans, and all the time, Toby pistoned his massive cock in and out of Pete’s eager, hungry arse. Pete’s cock was pressed between the two men’s muscular stomachs, and the friction caused as they thrust against each other soon had Pete close to the edge. He was torn between wanting to fuck for longer and longer or to let his body have the release he knew it craved. The decision was taken from him as Toby whispered in his ear, ‘Is my boy ready for daddy’s load?’

‘’Oh god yes daddy. Please daddy, fill me daddy, fill me.’

‘Here it comes boy. HERE IT AARRGHHHH……’ Toby reared up and roared. His body momentarily became a marble statue as his climax collected itself from the tips of his toes, the ends of his fingers, the very scalp of his head. From every part of his strong, disciplined body his climax came rushing, momentum gathering as it approached his groin. His balls rose hard and tight against the root of his cock, and what a cock. If it were possible, it got longer, thicker, harder as the climax threw itself up that monster fuck stalk and finally found release deep in the hot, grasping guts of his boy clinging on to him, flexing, bucking and crunching as, feeling the hot spunk coating his insides, lost the battle with his own cock and felt jet after jet of his own jizz stream between them. He bit down hard on Toby’s shoulder muscle, squeezed his chest with his strong arms. The two men held onto each other as their orgasms slowly faded. Both twitched and shuddered. Both fought to control their breathing and to relax spasming muscles. Pete allowed his legs to release themselves from the scissor hold they had around Toby’s waist, and he relaxed his arms around his chest. As his cock slowly deflated and slipped out of Pete’s tired but happy hole, Toby took a deep breath, looked lovingly at his boy, kissed him tenderly. ‘That was the best ever young man. Thank you.’

‘Seriously? You mean that?’

‘Yes I do. I have never had an orgasm like that before. It felt as though every cell in my body took part in it.’ He started to chuckle.

‘What?’ Toby rolled onto his back unable to stop himself from breaking out into full blown laughter. Pete bounced up onto his knees beside him and glared down at him. ‘What? What’s so funny?’

Toby managed to compose himself. ‘The thought struck me that I came so much you’re not going to be able to hold it in. I thought we needed a cork…….’ That was it, Toby’s sense of the ridiculous got the better of him again and he was laughing. Pete was speechless.

‘You cheeky git. If you weren’t so fucking big I wouldn’t look like the Black-wal fucking Tunnel right now would I?’ Toby laughed even louder. Try as he might, Pete couldn’t keep a straight face and was soon laying in Toby’s arms laughing along with him. Eventually they calmed down and relaxed into the after-glow that comes to two people content and happy in each other’s company who have just enjoyed an intimate coupling.

‘Was it really okay? You weren’t disappointed or anything?’

‘It was very, very good Pete. Not just the best sex I’ve ever had with a man, but I think the best, most intense sex I’ve ever had period. Of course if you tell Liz I said that I will call you a liar to your face.’

‘Wow. That good.’ Pete raised Toby’s hand to his lips and kissed each finger. ‘I love your hands, they’re so elegant.’ He took time studying it, turning it over and running a finger across the lines on the palm. He took the index finger into his mouth and sucked it, imagining it was a penis. He swirled his tongue around it, flicked it, gently rasped his teeth against it. Practised his fellatio on the highly manicured, elegant digit. Watching, and feeling the effects on his finger, Toby found the experience highly erotic. As tired as he was, he felt himself stirring again. Pete stopped, giving the end of the imaginary penis a friendly thank you kiss, then snuggling back into Toby, putting his arm across him.

‘Where did you learn to do that? It was quite beautiful. You know you constantly surprise me.’

‘Stuart used to do it to me when I was upset or stressed. I’d forgotten until just now. It was nice to remember.’

‘You alright?’

‘Yes, I’m good. Although I am a bit pissed off about one thing.’ Toby’s concern showed immediately as he sat up and came fully awake, giving his full attention to Pete. Trying hard to stay serious, but soon failing miserably, Pete explained ‘we weren’t supposed to have sex until Friday. What are we going to do now? Play Cluedo?’

Toby, released the breath he had been holding, grabbed Pete in a headlock, knuckled him, kissed him on the forehead and forced him onto his back. Laying across his chest, using his extra bulk, strength and weight to hold him in place, Toby loomed over Pete playfully intimidating him. Pete smiled up at him, all innocent and wide eyed. ‘I’m sure we’ll think of something don’t you Pete?’ Toby thought for a moment. ‘Do you have any handcuffs or would that be too much?’