Rob and Trev

Meeting Trevor was a life changer for me. A nurse at the local teaching hospital, he lived in the spare room of a relative in the house next door to the property I shared with my mother. My relationship with her had become something akin to my being a ‘husband substitute’, and a little strained due to the restrictions it placed on my social activity. It wasn’t a comfortable situation for a number of reasons, not least because I am bi-sexual and though I have had — and still have — any number ‘dates’, not having the privacy of my own home meant they seldom went beyond a date or two … Two problems here, first my sexual fantasies are rather kinky, and secondly, all my sexual encounters to date have been a disaster.

We met over the fence between properties as I mowed the grass. Having just finished the mowing and cleaning the lawnmower, we chatted for a while, and I invited him for drink on my patio. Being on duty later, I had to make it something non-alcoholic, and he joined me in the same.

He was five or six years younger than myself, in good physical shape and good looking. He filled his jeans nicely, and, being a nurse, was always neat and clean in his person. Another aspect was, as you’d expect, that he was intelligent, a good conversationalist and had a good sense of humour. We very quickly struck up a friendship and while I suspected that he might be Gay, it certainly wasn’t obvious. After this our friendship developed and we made a point of sharing time together whenever we could. 

The awkward bit was my mother. She took a dislike to him after we’d gone to the theatre together (Trevor had bought the tickets) and not included her. It didn’t take a genius to work out that she saw him as a rival, a threat to her having me at her beck and call of an evening when I was off shift and at home, and it got worse when he began sailing with me on my Osprey dinghy as regularly as we both could manage. I’ll be honest, by this time my attraction to him was starting to get sexual. I’d seen him naked and in the very brief Speedo he wore under his wetsuit, and liked what I saw.

It came to a head one evening after we’d been sailing and had a drink at the club bar. As I pulled up inside the garage at home, he turned to me with a nervous grin. 

“There’s something I have to tell you, Rob.” His hand gripped my thigh. “I’m Gay, and I find you very attractive …”

For a moment I froze. His hand was close to my crotch, and the effect was electric. My penis was hardening, and I sensed that he could feel this. Then I smiled. 

“Is that supposed to scare me away?” I said it with a bravado I wasn’t feeling. In truth my emotions were very mixed. I liked the touch, I liked what it stirred in me, but I was afraid of taking it further. The memories of previous disasters was far too strong — and right now our options for going anywhere from here were limited to trying to make out in the car in the garage. And with my inconvenient mother no doubt wondering why I hadn’t immediately come inside to provide her with company. I swallowed to relieve the tightness in my throat. “It doesn’t. And I like you … Damn it, Trev. I like you a hell of a lot … and I don’t want to spoil anything by being a klutz!” 

He grinned. “Okay.” Leaning across he kissed my cheek. “Take that as a warning. I’m going to teach you how to enjoy this relationship. I want to share your bed. I want to share my life with you, but I’ll wait until you’re ready to admit you want it too …”

“Trev …” I sighed. Taking his hand from my thigh, I moved it onto my crotch. “I think you can feel what part of me wants.” Holding his twinkling gaze and seeing his wicked grin, I smiled. “But not here, and not now. I’d just be a klutz …”

My work as a paramedic has one advantage — I work shifts. That means I do have days when I am ‘home alone’, and while it has never worked out for my previous relationships, Trevor’s shifts often coincided with mine. So, a month or so after our conversation in the garage, I came off the graveyard shift at eight in the morning and found Trevor waiting at my car.

“I got off early, and as I work at the Garden Sanatorium, I thought I’d walk round and try to cadge a lift home with you.” Trevor’s grin suggested he’d something more in mind. “Hope you don’t mind. Had a busy night? Mine was a bit rough.”

“Mind? Of course not.” Unlocking the car, I added, “Hop in.” As I strapped myself in I continued, “We had a quiet night.” Then what he’d said, registered and my pulse quickened. The Garden Sanatorium is a psychiatric hospital. “You work at the Garden? I thought …”

“Yeah, it’s a temporary position — for my ‘development’ according to the hospital Training and Development crowd.” He shrugged. “I think they’re taking the piss, I’m not interested in going the psychiatric route.” Patting my thigh as I drove he laughed, and said, “Anyway, we’re both off shift now until eleven tonight …”

“Yup.” I hesitated. “And I have my place all to myself until at least five …”

“I was hoping you’d say that.” His gentle squeeze of my thigh felt good. “Would you like ..?”

I didn’t answer immediately. I wanted this more than anything, but it also terrified me. With a slight catch in my voice I managed, “I would … but, Trev, I’ve never done anything like this with a guy … I fantasise a lot, but …” I swallowed. “You’ll have to show me … be patient if I …”

“We’ll take it slow, Rob.” His hand moved up my thigh, his fingers now trapped between my bulge and my leg. “I want to make this special for you. Really special …” 

In the house I stripped, showered, made a coffee and waited for Trevor in a flurry of nerves. At his suggestion I wore only pair of cotton shorts, and was beginning to wish I’d worn something more substantial. My cock was making a tent, and a wet spot showed that I was leaking precum. I shivered as he appeared in the open back door, smiling.

“Okay, I see you need something to calm you down so we can enjoy the rest of the day …” 

Before I could respond he was on his knees in front of me, my shorts were round me knees and my throbbing cock in his mouth.

“Trev,” I gasped. “Sto …” I shuddered as my cock jerked. I tried to pull away as I ejaculated, but he had hold of my but and held me firmly in his mouth as my cock spurted. “Oh god,” I gasped. “I’ve ruined it …”

Standing he wrapped his arms round me and pulled me hard against him, his mouth seeking mine as he demanded a deep kiss. I tasted my own spunk in his mouth as I surrendered to his demanding kiss, and responded to his embrace. Now I could feel his erection pressed against my now semi-flaccid organ.

“Mmmm,” he said, licking his lips as he broke the kiss. “I was right, you were loaded for bear.” Kissing me again, he added, “And now I can start to teach you how to enjoy everything about Gay sex.” 

“Um, Trev …” I began, then hesitated. Normally once I’ve come, I’m bloody useless sexually for a couple of hours. But this time seemed different. His embrace, his scent, his erection against my body … it was all doing things to me. I made up my mind. “Want to fuck me?”

“Fuck you?” He held my gaze. “Right now?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I know what I’d like — to be fucked doggy style. My cousin did it to me when we were kids …” I grinned. “We were playing cops and robbers and he’d got me tied down over a stool, then pulled my pants down and saw my cock was stiff.” I kissed him gently. “I liked it, and now I want you to take me there. Fuck me.” I chuckled. “I won’t get pregnant, and I won’t tell tales …”

“Is this what you fantasise about?” 

“Sort of … Promise not to laugh?”

“I won’t. Is it really kinky?” His kiss was gentle.

“Yes.” I paused. “I really get aroused imagining that I’m completely restrained, totally helpless and preferably in a full body rubber or leather outfit, while the person controlling me tortures my cock, fucks me, enjoys my body …” I swallowed. “I’ve never actually done anything like that, but it’s been my fantasy since I was a kid …”

“We’ll have to explore it sometime.” His kiss was gentle. “That’s actually pretty close to my own fantasy sex …” He smiled. “Meantime …”

I positioned myself on the bed. “Go for it …”

He knelt between my legs, his finger exploring my opening, applying what I realised must be some sort of lubricant. Positioning himself carefully, he leaned down and kissed my back. “Ready?”

“Go for it, Trev. Give me a good dose …” I bit my lip as he pressed his rigid member against my opening. It hurt briefly, then he was inside me. “Mmm, that feels good …”

Lowering himself onto my back, he kissed my face. “I’m glad. You feel good …” Biting my ear he whispered, “I want to take it slow … to make sure you enjoy it … to make this special …”

“It already is, Trev …” I let myself relax, enjoying the feeling of his rigid member inside me, my own hardening cock  now trapped, pointing to my feet beneath my ballsack as I lay under him.

Slowly he began to fuck me. It was uncomfortable for the first few strokes, then he found my sweet spot and it became amazing … All too soon he reached his climax. I wanted it to continue, but his softening cock eventually slipped free of my hole, and we faced one another enjoying a deep kiss and the contact of our bodies. I felt incredibly relaxed. My body glowed from inside and I realised it was the result of the endorphins released by our lovemaking. It was a feeling I usually got after pleasuring myself, but this was different, more relaxing and very, very satisfying.

“Yup.” Trevor smiled when I mentioned it. “I get it as well when I get a good dose of sperm. There’s something in a man’s seminal fluid that relaxes his partner.” He grinned. “To do with making sure the sperm gets through the barriers and fertilises the ova according to the reproductive gurus. In us it just gives us a nice hormonal high.”

Both of us were tired, and needed sleep, so I pulled a light cover over us and we gradually drifted off to sleep. It was lunchtime when we awoke, Trevor’s phone beeping to signal a message. He read it and swore. 

“I have to get back home, my love. I’m on a double shift today.” He showed me his phone and the message. “There’s someone gone on the sick and they need me to fill in. Will you be on the graveyard shift tonight?”

“Yes, so I can give you a lift back if you like. But tomorrow my mother will be home. She doesn’t work Saturdays …”

“Damn.” He kissed me. “Well, we’ve broken the ice now. We’ll find the time and the place when we need to.”

Though I wanted more sex, we were both ravenous, so I made lunch instead while Trev showered. With lunch eaten and the dishes washed and dried, Trev kissed me.

“Thank you, Rob.” His arms went round my waist and pulled me into an embrace. “I’ll give you my shift pattern and we can work out how to take this further.” His kiss was tender, but his erection pressed against my own told me that he wanted this to go much, much further, just as I did.

As it happened, it was several weeks before we managed another tryst. His schedule and mine didn’t match, and when it did, other demands made any intimate contact impossible. So it went for the better part of a year as far as sex went. We did manage taking meals together, and even getting to the beach, pool and gym together. All very public and very platonic.

In part this suited me as I wrestled with my situation and how to handle coming out to my mother. Experience told me she was going to be very difficult, a circumstance made even more tricky by the fact I owned the house we shared, and would certainly not contemplate sharing it with her once I persuaded Trevor to be my live in partner and lover.  But I couldn’t simply kick her out, and she would certainly not go quietly. I knew she would cut up very rough, and create a scene and a situation I really didn’t want to have to go through. It was bad enough that she had realised that Trev and I were more than ‘just’ friends, and had taken to making snide and cutting remarks about it in his presence.

“You’ve no idea what she’s capable of doing if she feels her position and security is threatened, Trev. She’s not above calling my boss and creating a scene that could get me fired. She’s capable of doing it to you as well.”

Trev understood, his training had allowed him to pick up the signs. 

“She’s welcome to ring my boss.” He laughed. “She’d wind up being sectioned!”

“I wouldn’t want that, love.” Hesitating, I continued, “But there may be an alternative. I can get a transfer to Bay City and you could, maybe, move with me … I’ve talked to my Chief and explained the problem. He’s sympathetic and reckons he can sort out a move for me with no problem.”

“That doesn’t actually solve the problem though.” Trev hit the nail on the head. “It still leaves you with a house here, your mother in it, and it won’t be long and she’ll be demanding you come ‘home’ or she moves to join you.”

“Yup.” I studied my hands. “Okay, there’s no help for it. Confrontation here I come …” 

It was as bad as I’d expected. Worse, in fact, since we had to continue sharing the house. It got to the point I had to take time off, and got a doctor’s certificate for ‘stress’. Trevor was a big help, though the mere hint he’d called, been round, or that we’d met up somewhere was enough to set off another round of shouting and screaming at me. Then I got support from an unexpected quarter — my sister arrived. She and my mother went at each other hammer and tongs — verbally. 

My sister is a successful business woman, with her own estate agency in a large city some distance from Kingsburg where I lived, and shares in two more businesses. She’s not married — another point of argument for our mother — and has my mother’s obstinate streak. I left as the argument descended, on my mother’s side, as it always did, into personal insults. Intimate insults. 

I decamped to the car and went to sit staring at the sea from the Marine Parade parking while they argued. Trevor phoned me on my mobile, and then found me in the car park. His comforting presence made me realise there was no way I could give him up. He followed me home on his Lambretta. 

I arrived home to my sister’s embrace, and her assurance that one way or another my mother would accept the situation. And Sue wanted to meet Trevor. 

“I can see why you love him, Rob.” She told me. “You two were made for each other.” Giving me a hug, she added, “It took you a long time to realise you’re Gay though.”

“How long have you known?” I felt myself blush. “I thought I was just Bi and worked hard to find a girlfriend, but …”

“Since we were kids, love. And I think Mum knew it too, but she desperately wanted grandkids and you’re her eldest and her only son …”

“Don’t remind me.” I stared at the garden for a few minutes. “I’ve tried, Sue. I’ve tried to be ‘normal’, but I’m not. I realise now that all my life I’ve been more attracted to men than to women. I can’t change, and I knew Mum expected me to do all the marriage, make a wife pregnant, and keep her in whatever she needs …”

“Well, it stops now.” Sue squeezed my arm. “She’s not happy about having to fend for herself, and having to let go of you — and she wouldn’t be happy even if Trevor was a woman. Leave her to me.” She paused. “Trev said you were considering moving to Bay City. I think you should. Make a complete break and get a fresh start. You both need it.”

We did, and we decided to take a week together in a holiday chalet in a very small resort in the mountains. It was owned by someone Sue knew, and we arrived in the evening to find ourselves being directed to a small cabin style chalet with a large living room, single bedroom with a double bed, kitchen and bathroom, tucked away in a stunning corner of the resort and completely private.

“At last,” Trevor said, dumping the bags he was carrying. Taking mine he dumped that, caught me in a hug, and pulled me into the most passionate kiss we’d ever managed. “At last we don’t have to worry about watching the clock to dash off to work, or to be separated because your mother was due home …” He grinned, holding me tight to his body. “At last I have you all to myself — at least for the next two weeks.”

“And I’ve got you!” I retorted. Tightening my arms I hugged him. “I can’t tell you how much I’ve looked forward to this. No more furtive sharing a bed always afraid we’d be interrupted or caught …” My mouth found his as I kicked the door shut behind me. “Do you …?”

“Yes.” He laughed. “Because we can …”

We left a trail of clothes between the living room and the bed, and there our passion took over as we sixty-nined and feasted on each other. Neither of us lasted long, and we kissed again, both savouring the sperm in our mouths and throats. We were in no hurry, and lay in each other’s arms, enjoying kissing, and the feel of each other’s bodies in our embrace. Propping himself on one elbow, Trevor smiled down at me, his free hand playing with my nipple.

“Hungry, my love?” Trev asked eventually.

“Mmm, depends on what’s on offer.” I teased, my hand gently gripping his hardening member. “I don’t think I can ever have enough of what you’ve just fed me.”

He laughed. “Not what I meant. Come on, let’s get our things unpacked, have some supper and then …” He grinned. “I’ve something special for you.”

It was dark outside when we finished eating and had washed the dishes. We’d both opted not to wear anything to eat and now we took glasses and a bottle of wine we’d brought to the sofa. It was a comfortable overstuffed design, and covered in a dark and very practical material.

“Pour the wine, love, I’ve a little gift for you.” Trevor pecked my forehead. “Make yourself comfortable while I fetch it.”

“A gift? Trev, all I need …”

“Really? Stay there. I’ll be right back.” He danced away, his gorgeous penis swinging tantalisingly as he moved.

I poured the wine and curled myself onto one end of the sofa, conscious of my erection  and the slight dribble of precum at its tip. Carefully wiping this onto my fingers, I positioned myself to avoid ‘leaking’ onto the sofa, listening to my lover in the bedroom.

I heard him walk up behind me and turned to look, smiling to see his erection and his happy look. 

“I’ve a little surprise here, love. But you can’t see it yet.” He stopped behind me, his hands behind his back. “Do you trust me?”

“Of course.” Reaching up, I gripped his erection and gently pulled it toward my mouth so I could such the precum from his tip and kiss that gorgeous flared glans. “With my life, my darling.”

“Then close your eyes tight, and don’t open them until I say you can.” He grinned as I obeyed. “I’m going to fit a hood to your head — a special one. No peeking now …”

“A hood? And I’m not allowed to see it? Okay.” I shut my eyes tight and waited.

The thing he slipped over my face was thick rubber, and heavy. It had pads over my eyes, and padded rings around my ears. It covered my nose and my chin and neck, but left my mouth open. He positioned it with care, then drew the zip down the back, and buckled the collar. I heard a click as he locked the buckle and grinned. My cock was rock hard and now really leaking precum.

“Wow. This thing’s tight — and intense.”

He chuckled and I felt him join me on the sofa. “It’s meant to be. It’d what the BDSM guys call a ‘head prison’. You can open your eyes now.”

“I can’t see … Oh. Bloody hell.” I turned my head, trying to locate him, my view now restricted to two tiny apertures at the end of what seemed to be conical stalks, and they weren’t aligned. In fact they were aimed about fifteen degrees to each side of me. I explored it with my hands and confirmed the eye pieces orientation, then that the collar had a padlock. The tightness was intense, as was the smell of the rubber. “It’s fantastic, Trev. What does it look like?”

“Even better than I thought it would.” His embrace caught me by surprise, but our kiss was deep, tender and very loving. “I have to take a photo to send to Grant, the guy who made it for me. Are you happy with that?”

“If it means I’m going to feast on your gorgeous member in payment, love …” I reached out to where I could sense him, and hugged him. “Thank you. Yes, take your pictures …” I giggled. “At least I’ll be able to see what it looks like then.”

I got a good feed on his member, and he feasted on mine, then we simply curled into each other on the sofa enjoying our wine and the companionship. Freed from the hood, I could admire it, and learned that Grant was a colleague at the asylum.

“He’s got a nice little sideline making bondage gear,” Trevor confided. “I only discovered that recently when I overheard someone asking him about a straitjacket he wanted.” He grinned. “He’s offered to show us how to enjoy dungeon play and to make anything else we want.”

“We’ll have to take him up on that!” I laughed, stroking his chest. “If that hood is anything to go by, I definitely want to explore bondage further with you.”

We talked, sharing our feelings, our hopes and eventually our desire for more sex. We discussed my bondage fantasies and discovered that we certainly shared more than just an ‘interest’ in that, and in wearing rubber. It was late by the time we began to feel like sleep, and the wine bottle empty. We moved to the bedroom and indulged in a leisurely love making. Finally sated we spooned, with me behind Trevor, turned off the bedside light and drifted off to sleep, safe in the knowledge we could relax without fear of discovery by my mother or Trevor’s host.

The most beautiful feeling in the world, I decided, is to wake up in the morning holding the person you love. Feeling their warmth against you, listening to their breathing, feeling their heart beating in time to yours. To have him reach back, and grasp your erection as it presses into his crack is a double bonus.

“Oooo, sir, what a lovely big member you have!” Trevor joked. Moving carefully in my embrace, he positioned my taut glans against his opening. “Just what I need filling me.”

“I’m not lubed, love …”

“I know.” He turned his head and grinned as he pushed his butt onto my rigid member. “But I still want you inside me …” His pressing against my glans while holding me firmly against his puckered hole needed only my pushing upward with my hips. His muscle opened, and suddenly I was inside him. “Aaaah. Mmmm, now that’s what I call a ‘good morning’!”

“Good morning, darling.” I kissed his neck. “I love the thought of waking up to this for the rest of our lives.”

He giggled, moving his butt on my cock and tightened his muscle, his free hand gripped my butt and pulled me hard into him. “So do I, and this, my darling, is going to be how I want to be woken every day.”

“Hey! No fair. I want to be woken like this sometimes as well.” His movement on my cock was gentle, but firm. “Nope, my privilege, but here’s how we’ll work it. You fuck me, then we swop and I give you a dose of my cum to start the day. Deal?”

I thought about it. “I’ve a better idea. Whoever wakes up behind the other gets the first fuck. That’s fairer.”

“I guess I can settle for that, my love.” He squeezed my embedded cock with his sphincter. “It’s a deal, now give me that load I can feel building up for release.”

“By your command,” I joked, and gently began to thrust against his response. I held out as long as I could, but all too soon my cock was jerking and spurting inside him.

He held me inside him until my cock was completely limp and simply slipped free.

“My turn.” He rolled to face me, his member rigid between us. Kissing my mouth, he whispered, “Thanks, beloved. I’ve wanted to do that every time we shared a bed, but we were always in a rush when we woke up …”

“Me too …” I returned his kiss, taking my time. “Now it’s my turn … Remember the first time you fucked me?”

“Could I forget?” He grinned, and kissed me again.

“Then do it again. Exactly as you took me then.” I smiled. “Dominate me …”

Rolling onto my stomach I spread my legs, my now limp cock under my equally slack sack as he moved into place. Then he was pressing against my opening. I bit my lip as his taut ‘head’ stretching my muscle and he pushed himself into me. I sighed in contentment as he sank fully ‘home’ and lowered himself onto my back, his hands sliding down my outstretched arms until he could grip my wrists.

“Happy, darling?” he murmured as he kissed my neck, my ear and my cheek. 

“Mmmm,” I tightened my sphincter on his cock. “In heaven, beloved.” I sighed. “It’s even better than the first time …” 

His kiss on my cheek was tender as he slowly began to hump against me. “I have to take it slow though … I want it to last for you …”

I giggled. “If you don’t, you can always put that hood on me again and keep me like this so you can do it again …”  

“Tempting,” he said, “but …” 

I wasn’t kidding. He gave me a magnificent fucking, though, like me, he couldn’t last as long as he wanted to. I wasn’t complaining though. I got what I wanted, a butt filled with what felt like a huge dose of ‘Trevor seeds’. When we finally separated, we showered together in the cramped shower cubicle — more fun — and then made breakfast. By now the sun was up, it was beautiful outside and we decided to take a leisurely walk through the beautiful setting. 

We stopped to admire a magnificent view from a lookout point, drinking in the gorgeous mountain scenery spread out before us and stretching away toward the distant — invisible — coast. Seating ourselves on a bench, I slipped an arm around his shoulders and held him close.

“Trev, thank you for being patient with me while I sorted out my domestic mess. I should have ‘come out’ years ago.”

“No, you shouldn’t have.” He grinned as his hand found mine. “Then some other Bum Boy would have got his claws into you and I’d have missed out.” He saw my surprised expression at his use of one of my mother’s insults. “You didn’t realise? My beloved innocent, I can think of at least half a dozen people I know who have been trying to get their hands on you. I’ve no regrets, Rob. None at all. It’s worth all the drama and hassle. I knew the moment we met that you were the guy I’ve been looking for since I first realised what my cock was for.” Our mouths met in a long, tender, kiss. “You’ve never asked what my family were like. Well, I’ll tell you — worse than your Mum.”

“Worse? That’s hard to imagine.” I looked at his face, and saw the pain there. 

“My poor love, and all I’ve been thinking about is my own problem getting my mother to accept it. Didn’t any of your family support you?”

He stared at the view. “No.”

I didn’t push it, but now I understood a whole lot about him. “Then it’s time we both put it behind us.” I kissed him gently. “From now on it’s just us, my love.” I hesitated. “If that’s what you want?”

Hugging me, he whispered, his voice cracking. “It’s all I want. You, me …”

Standing, I knelt in front of him, took his hands, and smiled as I looked up into his face. 

“Trevor, you’re everything I want in my life.” Kissing his fingers, I met his gaze again. “Will you marry me? Or whatever the law calls it when people like us …”

He smiled, and tears started to trickle down his cheeks. “We’ll need to get rings or something … Oh, Rob.” He sobbed. “Of course I’ll marry you. They call it a ‘Civil Union’, but who cares.” He sobbed again. “Take me back to the cottage and we’ll celebrate …”

“I haven’t got a ring to offer you, love.” My own eyes were now watering as I knelt in front of him. “I’ve only got myself to give you.” I got an impulsive idea, and stood peeling my shirt, I dropped my jeans and thong. Turning I leaned my hands on the parapet. “And one ‘ring’ you can try right here.” I looked back at his surprised expression and read the desire in it. “Go on, as a token of your accepting my proposal, there’s only one member will fit this ring adequately! This will be something we will never forget.”

“If you’re sure …” He stood, his arousal obvious as he undid his belt and opened his fly. Moving close, he positioned his member.

“Fit the ring, beloved. It’s yours …”

We walked back to the cottage hand in hand in silence. I savoured the slickness under my thong as I walked and enjoying the postcoital ‘glow’ I always get from a load of his cum. At the cottage, we ate a light meal, then walked back to a mountain pool we’d been told was private and available to us if we wanted to be absolutely private.

The cold water did little to reduce our desire for each other, but it was refreshing to be able to swim naked and relax. After our swim we lay on the grass and enjoyed the feel of the breeze and the sun on our naked bodies. Speech wasn’t necessary, simply holding hands was enough.

I realised suddenly that something had changed in me. It took a while to figure out exactly what it was, and then it dawned on me. I no longer felt as if I was wound up like a spring. I felt completely relaxed, naked, holding hands with the man I’d spent the last year and a bit in furtive love-making and on dates trying not to show that we were more than ‘just’ friends out for an evening.

Trevor squeezed my hand. 

“Penny for your thoughts, beloved.”

“You’ll laugh …” 

“Nope.” He propped himself on one elbow. 

“Okay. I just realised. I’m no longer frightened of being Gay. I don’t care if everyone knows. I don’t care if anyone doesn’t like us sharing a bed or having sex.” I grinned. “I’m loving it.”

“Good.” He leaned down and kissed me. Pausing for a moment, he teased my nipple. “You know, I’ve got your engagement ring, but you haven’t tried mine.” Chuckling he continued, “This feels like the perfect time and place. Can I fit it for you?”

I laughed, my erection hardening as I realised what he had in mind.

“Yes, love. Fit your ring to me …”

Straddling me, he positioned himself, his hand guiding and then holding my penis against his opening. Push, love, and accept this as a token of my intention to marry you …”

I thrust my hips gently and after a second’s resistance sank into him as he lowered himself carefully onto me.

We walked back to the cottage hand in hand, shirtless, wrapped in our own feelings and thoughts. Savouring the feeling of contentment and wellbeing I got from being full of his spunk, I hoped he got the same feeling from me. 

We woke to rain falling steadily. We couldn’t complain though, we’d had four gorgeous days in which we’d walked, swum in our ‘private’ pool, sunbathed, made love and talked. We’d bared our souls to each other, and now, looking at the rain outside as I held my coffee mug and stood naked at the window, I felt relaxed. Okay, having my butt full of my lover’s sperm probably had a big part of that, but it was much more than just the sex.

I turned my head as Trevor joined me cradling his own coffee mug.

“You know, love, I was just thinking, I don’t want this to end. I’ve never felt so relaxed, or so complete.”

“Nor me,” he sighed as we both slipped an arm round each other’s waist and drew ourselves into contact. Our kiss was gentle and loving. “Thank you. I don’t want it to end either, but, remember, this is just the start. Once we go home, we will be living in the same house, sharing the same bed …”

“And exploring the same fantasies I hope.” Placing my empty mug on the mat on the coffee table, I took his and put it with mine. Turning to face him, I slipped my arms round him and drew him into a hug, our crotches in contact. “The weather is, according to the weather forecast, going to be like this all day.” Kissing him, I pushed my tongue into his mouth and savoured his response. “The perfect weather to explore the fantasy bit …”

“You think?” He grinned, his hands gripping my butt as he pushed his crotch against mine. “Whose fantasy?”

“Ours!” I responded, gripping his butt as I responded. “Lock that hood onto me. Put me completely in your control and then I’m all yours. You know my fantasy is to be helpless and enjoyed by my lover any way he wants to.” Our lips me in a gentle kiss. “Hood me, and I’m yours to do whatever you want to for the day.”

“For the whole day?” 

“Yes, beloved. The whole day. Whatever you want, how you want … I’m giving myself to you to enjoy totally. I’m putting myself completely in your hands, for your enjoyment.” I smiled. “My body is entirely yours to use as you wish for the day.”

“Then I’ve a few other toys Grant supplied. Are you sure you want me to use them on you without knowing what they are?”

“Yes,” I replied with a kiss. “Surprise me. I told you, I’m yours for the day. I have no say in anything from now on.”

He returned a few minutes later with the hood and the extra bag he’d brought. 

“Kneel facing the window, love.” He stood behind me as I obeyed, and slipped the hood over my head, settling it carefully before closing the zip, buckling the collar and fitting the small lock. “Stand up. I’m going to fit a restraint harness. It will restrain your arms. Turn around, your arms go into sleeves, and then get strapped to the harness.”

I couldn’t see the thing, but the rubber sleeves felt tight and heavy and my hands ended in closed mitts. I turned again as he settled the harness over my shoulders, then arranged it on my chest and fastening what felt like dozens of buckles finally securing a broad belt around my waist. The harness felt comfortable and now he had me cross my arms in front of me , secured the closed mitts to the waist belt and then a broad cuff over my wrists attached to the front of the was it belt.

“How’s it feel?”

“Amazing, beloved. Thank you.”

“I’m not finished yet.” He chuckled. “Grant gave me a few more items for you to try.” His hand found my erection. “I’m going to enjoy a feed on this, then fit you into the next item. Then I’ll make breakfast.” 

Steering me to a stool he made me sit, then gave me the most beautiful head yet. My cock was still semi tumescent when he fitted a heavy device to my cock and I realised he’d locked me into a chastity belt. By the feel of it, a very heavy and restrictive one. He kissed me, then chuckled.

“Grant says that cock prison is absolutely inescapable. How’s it feel?”

“Inescapable.” I laughed. “Very restrictive, but it feels, um, good …”

“Good, it’s staying on until tonight.” He kissed me again. “And now, open wide, you’ll love the gag I’m fitting to you.”

“Ga ..!” The detailed rubber penis filled my mouth and I felt the ‘muzzle’ shield pull tight over my mouth and chin as he fastened what seemed to be a head harness over the hood. Making me stand, he posed me a few times and I gathered he’d photographed me.

“Grant wanted to see how you looked in his toys, Love. Damn, you’re so fucking hot like this …”

I let him move me to the bedroom and lay face down on the bed, my legs parted, as he gave me a fabulous fucking. Then he pushed a plug into me, secured it to the chastity belt and moved me to the living room.

“Don’t go away, love. I’m going to make breakfast for us …” 

I wasn’t going anywhere, and I couldn’t respond either. So I sat carefully, very aware of the butt plug, which, of course, hit all sorts on erogenous areas inside me. Some of them I’d never even imagined! The breakfast he prepared smelled delicious, but hooded, gagged, plugged, restrained and locked into a chastity belt I could do nothing but wait and wonder what he planned.

“Breakfast is served,” he announced, moving me to the table, then seating himself beside me. “And now I’m going to feed you.”

The breakfast was wonderful even though he kept me restrained, only removing the gag, and then feeding me mouthful for mouthful. It was the start of a wonderful day. We made love several times with me restrained and unrestrained and in the evening relaxed on the sofa in front of a fire and talked of everything and anything.

On our last morning at the chalet, we got up early, skipped coffee and walked to the outlook to watch the sunrise together. It was cool, but I didn’t care. As the horizon lit and the sun peeked over the land, I put my arms around him, kissed him and undid his jeans, mine joined his on the ground.

“Trev, this is where I gave you my ‘ring’ and you fitted it.” Feeling his erection against me, I kissed him again. “I want you to fit it to yourself again. Now, in this place, and while this sunrise marks the start of our future.”

“It’ll be a pleasure, my love.” He kissed me. “But then you must give me the same. Agreed?”

“Then don’t wait …” 

I faced the sunrise, spread my legs and gripped the parapet as he pressed his head to my opening. It was beautiful to be there, to be joined to my lover as he pumped himself into me and finally, as the sunlight strengthened, filled me with his cum. Then we swopped places.

The drive home was pleasant. We stopped several times for refreshment, and arrived home to an empty house. My sister had done all she’d promised, right down to ensuring there was everything we needed in the refrigerator. Her note said that our mother was now settled in a flatlet of her own on Sue’s property, and wished us an enjoyable evening.

Moving closer to Trevor, I rested against him, enjoying the warmth of his body, relaxed by the fire in the grate, the soft music he'd chosen on the stereo, and his scent. I savoured my wine, and kissed his nipple through his shirt.

“Welcome home, my love. Welcome to our future.”