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It was half ten now and I said to him, "I'm hungry, shall we have a pizza? My
treat".
"Ok", he said, "but let me get a couple of beers".
We got back to his flat with our takeaways. He put on some music and we sat on
the settee and started eating.
"What did you think of cruising?". Ron asked.
"It's great for meeting fellers and enjoying sex in the open air", I told him,
"but I don't like the problem of being caught by police for simply doing what is
natural to me. Nor do I like the thought of queer bashers. It just gives me that
uneasy feeling".
"Yea", Ron said, "but I don't know the solution to that one".
"I've heard that gay saunas are quite good", I told Ron.
"Yes, I've heard that as well. I’ve never been to one but there are some in
Birmingham and of course London."
"Perhaps we can go to one sometime", I suggested.
"That's not a bad idea", he said, "let's give it some thought, we'll work
something out".
We had finished our pizzas by now and Ron said, "I need a shower before going to
bed care to join me?".
I didn't need asking twice and followed Ron's lead in divesting myself of my
clothes before we both climbed under the shower. We picked up a piece of soap
each and vigorously set about washing ourselves. For some reason our cocks,
balls and arseholes came in for a lot of attention and by the time we had
finished must have been the most washed in town. We eventually decided we were
clean enough and left the shower.
Ron dried my back while I dried the front then I turned my attention to him. I
stroked his bottom and played my fingers over his arsehole. He was really
enjoying it. I kissed the back of his neck and then ran my tongue down his spine
reaching the top of his arse where his cheeks begin.
He knew what I was going to do and said, "I've been looking forward to you
fucking me all week".
"Good", I said, "I've been thinking a hell of a lot about you too and I need to
make fantasy into reality".
"I've never been the object of someone's fantasy before", Ron said, "it's quite
flattering".
"I bet there's been lots of fellers wanking themselves dry while thinking of
you", I told him and this time I did see Ron blush.
We got into bed and wrapped our arms around each other and started kissing.
Gently at first, light kisses over our faces and necks and then as our passion
took a stronger hold we kissed more fiercely. My body ached for Ron it was a
lovely feeling because I knew it was shortly to be satisfied.
I told Ron,"I want to get my tongue into that delicious arse of yours".
He replied, "oh yea, get it in there now", and he followed his remark by
kneeling over my face so that his arse was right above me. My tongue felt the
soft lining of his hole and I pushed it in as far as it would go. Ron moved his
hips to ensure he got maximum pleasure and then he leaned forward and took my
cock in his mouth. I could tell that he was getting really worked up and
eventually he could hold back no longer and he stopped his sucking.
"Fuck me now, Phil", he said, "I'm ready for it".
I quickly rolled him onto his back and placed his legs on my shoulders. I could
quite clearly see his arsehole which glistened from the saliva I had liberally
applied with my tongue. Without putting any lube on him or my cock I started
pushing it inside him and it slipped in steadily until I was completely
enveloped by him.
I stopped all movement to savour the feeling. But then I could wait no longer
and nor could Ron who shouted, "fuck me, Phil. Treat me like a whore. Treat me
like a slut".
Looking at his beautiful body and handsome face from my vantage point above him,
I knew I could not think of him in those terms, but my desire to fuck him was
less observant and closing my eyes I began to forcefully and mercilessly ram my
cock into his arse, knowing that each lunge created a mixture of pleasure and
pain for him. His body was at a loss as to what to do. Alternately he lay there
helpless and then he made a grab for me each movement seeming to come from an
urge to increase his excitement.
I kept this pace up for several minutes until I knew I was going to come and I
called out, “I'm coming, I'm coming aaggh!”.
My orgasm seemed to go on forever, each time I moved my cock inside Ron I felt
another spasm and more cum shot out. This continued for what seemed minutes
afterwards. I was shattered and after letting Ron take his legs from my
shoulders collapsed on top of him my cock still in his arse.
He held me tight and said in a whisper, "I love you Phil. You're the most
wonderful thing that has ever happened to me".
"I love you too, Ron", I replied, surprised that I had said what I was thinking
out loud. Ron held me even tighter and our lips found each other for the
sweetest kiss I had ever experienced. We held each other for a long time not
wanting that moment of magic to leave us.
My cock had lost some of its hardness now and had slipped out of Ron who looked
at me and said, "there's some unfinished business I must attend to down below”.
I immediately latched on to what he was saying and moving the other way up I was
able to lick Ron's arse while he got all of my cock in his mouth and licked and
sucked it clean. When he had done that I gave Ron the best blow job I knew how
and was pleased that he was excited enough to come within a few minutes. I now
had that mouthful of cum I so wanted. I let Ron remove his cock from my mouth
and swallowed all of his cum treating it as a token of our love.
This time I held him tight and spoke out loud of my love for him. We fell asleep
soon after still wrapped in each other's arms. We stayed like that until we were
woken at seven o'clock in the morning by Ron's alarm clock.
"Sorry", he said, "but I must get up and get ready for work. Stay in bed a
little while longer if you like" and he leant over and kissed me.
I groaned with the the satisfaction of someone who felt thoroughly spoiled and
said, "don't get up yet. Come here let's make love again".
"Don't think I don't want to", he said "but I must resist the temptation".
I knew it was hopeless protesting and so I said more matter of factly, "I'll use
the bathroom after you and then I'd better head off home. It was a wonderful
night and in case you think I was just being carried away, I do love you Ron".
“And I love you too", he replied
It felt really good to know now it had not been a dream.
When I was ready to go I asked Ron, "when shall we see each other again?".
"Tonight, I hope", he replied, "I tell you what, why not give Pete a ring and
see if we can go round his for a bit. You know last week he told us to keep in
touch".
"Ok", I said, "I'll ring him and let you know what he says. In any event I'll
call round here at eight this evening".
"Yea, great I'm looking forward to it".
And with that we kissed and I left for home. It was now eight in the morning my
mum, not unexpectedly, was up when I got back.
"Hello", she said, "another all night session. Your social life seems to have
taken an upturn, but I wish you'd tell me when you are going to be out all
night. I just like to know you are safe".
"I know mum", I said, "I'm sorry I should have phoned you but it had got late
and I did not want to disturb you".
"Do you think we can talk later", mum said, "there's something I want to chat
about with you".
"Ok", I said a bit puzzled by my mum who had previously never been one to chat
with me, "I'll be here all day, we can have a coffee and talk after you get back
from shopping".
She said cheerio and set out while I prepared myself some breakfast.
I rang Pete while my mum was out. He was in and sounded pleased to hear from me.
I told him that Ron and I had got close, I didn't use the word love, and we were
wondering if it was possible to come an see him that night. He said yes he would
be glad to see us both and invited us to dinner. I told him that would be great
and would tell Ron.
I rang Ron at his shop and he sounded pleased too when I told him the
arrangements.
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My mum came back from the shops after a couple of hours and I helped her put the
shopping away and made the coffee. We took it into the lounge so that we could
sit down and relax. My mum has always found it easy to speak to me but this time
she seemed a bit tongue-tied, but she found her voice eventually.
"You know I told you that your father left me for another woman", she began,
"well that was not really true. I told you that because I thought you would find
it more acceptable than the truth. He actually got himself involved with a man.
It turned out that your dad was homosexual and although I'm sure he sincerely
loved me when we were married and when you were born, he later discovered that
his true happiness was not with me but with a man he had met”.
“You can imagine how hurt I felt because it felt like a double rejection. He was
not only replacing me he was also telling me that my love was not good enough
for him. It really hurt at the time but that was a few years ago now and we have
met and talked since and I now understand the torment he was going through. He
could neither please me nor please himself until he met this other man and then
he had to confront me with his sexuality, knowing how much it would hurt. He
still loved me you see, even though he could not physically show it".
My mum was getting quite upset telling me this and I let her continue without
interruption. I was shocked at the revelation and found myself wanting to ask
loads of questions. So when she finished I asked.
"Is he living with a man now, because I have only ever seen dad on his own when
I've visited him?".
"Oh yes", my mum replied, "the same man. He had at least found someone he could
love and live with, but to protect you from the truth he always made sure that
his partner was out of the way when you visited".
I asked a load of questions and then asked, "why are you telling me this, now?".
She said, "two reasons, first I think you should know the truth and second, and
this is more difficult, I don't want you to feel trapped like he did".
I was about to say something but my mum stopped me and continued, "I got to know
your father well before he left me and I remember mannerisms of his that at the
time meant nothing but later I realised were part of his homosexual make-up.
Like the way he used to look at some men as if he was undressing them. His
attention to his appearance and a tendency to accentuate his body with the
clothes he wore. I see you doing the same thing and it makes me feel that you
and he are very alike. Would I be right?".
I hesitated over my response. My mum, in her usual way, had very astutely hit
upon the truth and I had an opportunity to make a full admission about my
sexuality. I then thought of Ron and how hard making that admission had been for
him. I did not believe my mum was going to condemn me for being the way I was so
I took a deep breath and said to her, “yes, mum, you are absolutely right. It's
such a relief to be able to tell you. I've known I was gay for a long time but
it is only recently that I have met other fellers who are the same. Please don't
ask me how I met them. I can assure you though that they are all very nice
people and I am not ashamed to call them friends. In fact there is one chap I
have become very fond of. He is the one I was with last night".
Mum came over to me and put her arms around me. I could see tears in her eyes
but she was not crying. She said to me, “I'm so glad you have had the courage to
be honest with me. I know how difficult it is to admit to being gay to yourself
let alone to other people. Who is this boy you've met?, Do I know him?".
"His name's Ron and he works in the chemist on the high street", I told her.
Mum laughed and said, "oh I think I’ve spoken to him this morning because I went
in there to have a prescription made up. He's a really nice looking young man as
I remember and very polite ".
We chatted some more and as we talked I felt the tension created by her
realisation of my sexuality lift off me completely so that when mum suggested
that I invite Ron round on Sunday for dinner I agreed subject to Ron being happy
with the arrangement. I was still puzzled about my father and how he was going
to react to knowing he and I were so similar. I reckoned that once I got my head
around this piece of news I would phone him and we would have a chat.
I met Ron later that evening as arranged. I was excited to tell him about the
conversation with my mother and as we drove over to Pete's I gave him the gist
of it. He could not believe that my dad unbeknown to me could be gay and it was
only my insistence that convinced him. I think he was also a bit apprehensive
about meeting my mum but I told him she was a very friendly person and he would
find out on Sunday if he came round mine as invited. He agreed to come in the
end.
We got to Pete's and found him outside by the pool laying out a selection of
cold meats and salad.
"Hi you two", he said as if Ron and I had been partners for years. "I hope you
don't mind salad but I'm not much of a cook. There'll be another salad to
follow, this time made with fruit, so it's definitely healthy eating today".
We both went over and kissed him. Judging by the way he kissed us in return he
was glad to see us.
"Have you had a good week?", He asked us both.
"It was ok, I suppose", I answered, "it's the weekend that's been good so far".
Ron nodded and said, "yes, but we were lucky last night, just as we were leaving
the woods two car loads of police arrived. If it hadn't been for Phil feeling
uneasy about the place we might have been caught".
"Yea, I heard about that from Bob. He nearly got caught as well. They must be
having a crackdown. It's probably best to leave the place alone for a while".
"We did score though before the police came", I said, "and it was good but I'm
not happy with the risks involved. Ron and I were thinking of going to a sauna.
Do you know anything about them".
"I've been to a couple", Pete said, "and they are really good. Absolutely safe
and full of the most gorgeous fellers. I'm sure you'll get on well there. Any
idea when you're going?".
"No", I said, "but something has cropped up since we last met. My mother knows
that I am gay. It doesn't worry her thank goodness, but she told me something
about my father that I did not know before". And I continued talking telling
Pete about my father being gay and that he lived in London with his partner.
"So if Ron and I go down there we may be able to stay with dad, isn't that an
odd turnup?".
Pete was amazed, "so father and son both gay. Yes, that is unusual. Have you
spoken to your dad about this?", He asked.
"No", I said, "I intend to ring him soon when I've got used to the idea".
"Let me give you some advice", Pete said, "it was a shock to you finding out
your dad was gay. It's going to be just as big a shock to him, perhaps bigger,
finding out that you are gay as well. In fact because of what it was like for
him he may be reluctant to talk to you about it. How about asking your mum to
ring him first and let her explain about you and how well you are coping and
enjoying yourself. Then if he is ok about it, you can talk to him yourself".
I could see the wisdom of what Pete was saying and agreed that it was a sensible
course of action. We had been eating throughout this conversation and were now
finishing off the last of the fruit salad.
"Thanks Pete that was delicious and just right for a warm day like today", I
said and Ron nodded in agreement, his mouth still full with food.
"When your meal has had time to settle would you lads fancy a bit of skinny
dipping. It's not a heated pool I'm afraid but if I put the jacuzzi on we can
warm up in there afterwards".
This seemed like a brilliant idea and we both said yes.
"Tell me", Pete said, "if you two are an item does that mean you are not
interesting in playing around?".
I looked at Ron and saw that he was smiling. I said, "hell no, it's partly
because we enjoy sharing sex with other people that we get on so well. If we
started restricting ourselves we would soon get fed up with each other and it
wouldn't last. Wouldn't you agree Ron?".
"Yes, Phil's absolutely right. We enjoy each other's company and we enjoy having
sex together, in fact it's fantastic, but if I want lust rather than love I will
find it with other people and if Phil is there as well that is an added bonus".
"Well that sounds eminently sensible to me", said Pete, "I hope I'm on the list
of people you would come to for lust".
"You're not just on the list, you're top of the list", I said jokingly, but at
the same time I was serious.
"Hear, hear", said Ron in agreement.
"Good", said Pete, "so we can expect some fun and games later?".
"You bet", we both said together.
"Let's get our kit off and have a swim", said Pete, and we stripped off there
and then and jumped in. It was freezing but refreshing and I attempted to swim
to get warmer. We stayed in there for a few minutes but we were looking forward
to having a dip in the jacuzzi which was both warming and relaxing. After the
coldness of the pool our three cocks had really shrivelled.
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