The more I thought about Ed, the more I saw us as a couple, maybe even a long term relationship, but I wanted to take it step by step. There was also my parents to consider, a major stumbling block. I determined that should be overcome as soon as possible. The soap opera mum loved came to the end, and I reached for the remote to turn the TV off. Dad picked up a magazine, ignoring us. "Mum, I think I have found myself a boyfriend." "Oh, that's nice." which was slightly underwhelming. "I'll show you a picture", and I took my phone out and her a selfie of us together. "A handsome young man", she conceded. It was time to push it further, "His name is Ed, and I want to bring him home." At this point, dad looked up from behind his magazine, "Not when I'm here, you're not." 'Fuck off, you miserable bastard', I thought. "Okay, my dear, bring Ed round on a Friday evening, when you're dad's down the pub." I phoned Ed to tell him the goodish news. I decided to wait a few weeks in the hope of winning dad round.
Meanwhile, Ed and I continued to meet, mostly in the pub, or going for long walks, anywhere where we could be alone. Two weeks later, he invited me to stay the night. I accepted, knowing what would happen. I had read up about having anal sex, douched and showered, making sure I was clean inside and out. Although we met in the pub as usual, I stayed reasonably sober, if we were going to make love, I wanted to enjoy the experience, not go rushing to the toilet half way through. We walked hand in hand to his house. He must have told his parents, as they were either out or in bed. We kicked our shoes off in the hallway, and I followed him upstairs, watching his perfect ass. My time had come.
This was to be no quick shag. He slowly stripped me, kissing every bit of my flesh until I was down to my underwear, a Nike jockstrap with my dick begging for release. I did the same to Ed, until we stood there, arms around each other, kissing and grinding our bodies together. He sat on the bed and eased my jock down, cupping my sack and blowing me. I could easily have cum. Then he hauled me onto the bed. I landed on top of him, and we carried on kissing and groping. His jock came off and I swallowed his beautiful penis, and we had a sixty nine. Rolling onto our sides, it was easier to suck. His finger went into my crack and found my pucker. I sensed that we were getting close. "I'll be very gentle with you", he whispered between kisses. He kissed his way down my body and gave me head again. Precum seeped from me. My legs went into the air and he tongued me. My dick jumped. Reaching under the pillow, he brought out a bottle of lube and squirted some on himself and me. It was now or never. With my right leg on his shoulder, he asked, "Ready?" I smiled and nodded, and he positioned his knobhead against my ring, he pushed and it gave way. Ed's tip slipped inside. More lube, and he inched all the way in. My balls were by now throbbing, I thought they would explode. He began to fuck me very, very slowly, like a good looking porn star. I left my cock alone for fear of shooting my load. He pulled out, sucked and fucked me some more. We rolled over, I sat on him, my precum dripping into his pubes. I still didn't touch myself, but put my hand behind and tickled his ever tightening sack. On to our sides, somehow without parting. He was fucking me from behind. It had been over 30 minutes, and I could hold off no longer. I jerked and produced my biggest load ever, cum soaking into the sheets half a metre away. Ed plowed on, now much faster, still hitting my prostate making me dribble more cum. Another ten minutes, and semen gushed inside me. We lay together, as close to heaven as you could get.
We heard his parents come home, but stayed in bed, still basking in the euphoria of post coital sex.
In the morning, we both used the bathroom and showered. Back in bed, Ed suggested I fuck him. I'd only been fucked twice myself, last night and the disaster, but was willing to give it a go. We kissed and cuddled, having plenty of foreplay, before he handed me the lube. I gave it my best shot, mounting him and trying to take it slowly, as he had demonstrated. I managed to last ten minutes, but couldn't prevent myself from breeding him. To make up for my lack of ability, I blew him to completion. Downstairs, breakfast was laid out in the dining room. His cheery mum said, "Good morning Paul, I hope Ed had looked after you." My blushing said it all.
Home again, I told mum that I was no longer a virgin. She seemed pleased if unimpressed, but she did tell me that dad was slowly coming round, and that it won't be long before Ed can come here.
Ed and I continued to get together, and his modern thinking parents didn't bother going out, while we made love in his bedroom above them. I became like a second son, his mum even giving me a kiss on the cheek.
My dad surprised me one day, by saying, "Well, you seem to have been with this Ed guy for some time now. You know I'm not happy about you being a homosexual, but it can't be helped. Why not meet me in the pub Friday." I could have hugged him, and excitedly ran upstairs to call Ed. Like me, he was delighted with the breakthrough. Unbeknown to me, Ed put some money behind the bar, so that dad would have a free night. We all became gloriously drunk, and staggered home together. That night Ed slept with me, even though we were too drunk to fuck.
