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I went to bed soon after I got in after leaving Tony. I slept well but enjoyed a good wank before drifting off to sleep. He was in my fantasy of course but this time it was based on real experience and not imagination. As I lay there rubbing my cock I could feel his dick inside my arse, then I felt the tightness of his arse as I fucked him. And just before I came I tasted his cum and the creamy texture of it as it slid down my throat. I didn't not think about my fiancée at all until I woke up the following morning and realised that at some stage I would have to tell her that our engagement was off. Although I had good reason to do this I was not looking forward to it. I still loved her but now I knew that it was not in the right way. I knew I wasn't the right sort of person to commit to a relationship with a woman and all that that entails.

I tried to put it to the back of my mind but it was not easy. I caught my normal bus and Tony was there as usual and had kept a seat for me. I would have loved to kiss him but Birmingham was not ready yet for such shows of affection. He put his hand on mine and a thrill went through me.

We chatted for the whole journey. One of the things we talked about inevitably was when and what I was going to tell my fiancée. I told Tony I would be ringing her that evening and I would give her the news then. I told him I would not give her the real reason why as I did not want to hurt her any more than necessary. I had decided that I would tell her that I did not think I was old enough to want to be tied down in a permanent relationship just yet. I would tell her that we both needed to be free to enjoy life before making any commitment.

'So if she asks you if you've met anybody else, I take it you won't be telling her about me?' Tony said half-jokingly.

'No but if she pressed me into an explanation I may tell her I am having doubts about my sexuality,' I said.

There was no time to talk about it any more as we had reached my stop. I gave Tony's hand a squeeze and told him I'd see him tomorrow. It was going to be an interesting day at work again. The previous two days had been filled with the anticipation of being with Tony. Today was going to be filled with the apprehension of telling Carol it was all over. Somehow I got through the day.

In the evening after I had eaten I went to the phone box. Carol was lodging in one of the halls of residence and the phone was in a communal area. This meant that anyone might answer it but I had arranged that I would always call at a certain time and so she was usually near the phone when it rang. This time though the phone was answered by some other girl. When I asked for Carol she told me that she was not about and had gone out for the evening. I was puzzled by this but I was given no other information. The only thing I could do was to go back to the flat and wonder where she had gone.

The following morning I tried ringing again and this time I was told she had gone out for the day. This did not surprise me too much as we led separate lives when we weren't together and I hadn't arranged to ring her on the Saturday. I put her to the back of my mind and went shopping as I wanted to get some food in for the meal I was going to cook for Tony and me later.

It was about eleven thirty when I arrived back at the flat with my shopping. As I got inside the door I realised that someone else was in the flat and there in the living room stood Carol.

'Hi,' I said. 'Have I got things wrong? I thought it was next weekend you were coming down.'

'No,' she said sounding a bit strange. 'It's meant to be next weekend but I had to come and see you this weekend.'

'What's happened?' I asked getting concerned. For an awful minute I thought she was going to tell me she was pregnant.

'I want to break off our engagement,' she blurted out.

Although I had been on the point of telling her the same thing I was stunned by her outburst. I sat on the settee and she sat on one of the chairs. I could see tears running down her face but they were more tears of regret rather than of sorrow.

'I've been having doubts about whether I should be thinking about getting married so young,' she continued in a more controlled manner. 'I'm only just twenty and being engaged is making me feel emotionally suffocated. I feel that I have not really had the opportunity to enjoy being a young woman; feeling free to have a good time. I thought I was in love with you and that that would compensate for any fun I might otherwise have had but being at university I am surrounded by girls of the same age who have no commitments and I know I want to be a part of them.'

She stopped speaking and I think she had reached the end of her prepared speech. I was nearly speechless myself but knew I had to say something.

'I can understand what you are saying,' I said to her. 'It must be difficult to be at university and try to conduct a love affair from long distance. But is there no way we can make it work?'

I was taking a risk saying this because if she had said there was a way I would have had to tell her that there was in fact no way as far as I was concerned.

'I've spent all of this week thinking about it,' she said. 'And I'm convinced that it's the correct thing to do and in both our interests.'

I heard these words and felt relief but hoped I wasn't showing it. I looked around now and could see that she had a suitcase with her and that she had already filled it with the clothes she kept at the flat.

'I presume you've come to pick up your things,' I said.

'Yes,' she said. 'I'm sorry if it seems a bit hard but I thought that the best thing would be to come and see you to explain how I felt. Then make a clean break and to get out of your life as soon as possible.'

'This flat will be strange without your things here to remind me of you,' I said. In fact I was glad that some of her things were going as I would get more space and the chance to arrange things as I wanted them but I didn't let her see any pleasure in my face.

She stood up and told me she must get on with the packing. I didn't offer to help her but instead suggested a cup of tea which she refused. I made one for myself though and sat in the living room drinking it while she went into the bedroom. I was glad that I had changed the sheets that morning and that the spunk stains from Tony and me were now in the laundry basket.

After about a quarter of an hour she returned to the living room having searched all the rooms for her stuff. I was still sitting on the settee wearing a forlorn face but inwardly feeling relieved.

'Don't look so sad,' she said to me. 'There is nothing wrong with you. It is all to do with me. You will soon find someone better than me without any trouble.'

I didn't bother to dispute this fact since I already had. She picked up her coat which she had draped over one of the chairs and felt in a pocket. She handed me an envelope which I put on the sideboard.

'I mustn't hang onto this any longer,' she said and I could hear the tears coming back in her voice. 'I've got to go now, a friend of mine is waiting outside in her car.'

She handed me the flat keys as well. I stood up and was on the point of taking her in my arms when she moved away preventing my doing so.

'Please don't do that,' she said. 'It will only make things harder for both of us.'

I gave her a weak smile and wished her good luck.

'Perhaps we'll meet again,' I think I said or something to that effect. She gave me a sad smile back and went out of my life forever. I did not even look out of the window to see her get into the car and drive off. I sat down on the settee and just felt deflated. I had been dumped before but not by a fiancée. Also I had been on the point of dumping her and so didn't understand why I was so depressed by her actions.

It was a long time before I roused myself. The time was now nearly two o'clock I suddenly remembered that Tony was coming round at four. My feeling of depression lifted at that thought. I started to think positively and put the shopping away and tidied the flat. The photograph of Carol was still by the bedside. Obviously she did not want it. I took the photo out of the frame and stored it in one of the cupboards. The frame went into a box full of various knick-knacks. I sorted through my record collection and pulled out some albums that I thought Tony and I might enjoy together. I selected one and put it on the record deck. It was David Bowie.

Next I prepared the meal for tonight which was spaghetti bolognese. It was an easy dish to make and I soon had everything under control. The time had got around to three forty-five and I sat on the settee awaiting the arrival of Tony. I was excited and felt like a kid waiting for Christmas. Almost on the dot of four the bell rang.

'Hi,' I said and as soon as he was inside the door I took him in my arms and kissed him. Even he seemed to be overwhelmed by my exuberance.

''Hi,' he said laughing as soon as our lips separated. 'I know it's been nearly two days since we last kissed but I didn't think you had missed me that much.'

'Come and sit down,' I said to him. 'I've had such a strange day.'

I recounted all that had taken place between Carol and myself.

'It seems to me you've been let off the hook,' Tony commented after I had finished speaking.

'Yea I was stuck between commiserating and celebrating,' I laughed sardonically. Telling Tony about it had enable me to put things into perspective. 'I can now live my life as I want. And most of all at the moment I want you. But having been dumped like that did make me a bit depressed but I think I've got over that now'

I took him in my arms again and kissed him once more. This time we did not stop at kissing but let our hands do the talking. In no time at all we were both naked. I was confronted with Tony's beautiful body and knew exactly what I wanted him to do and what I was going to do to him. We left our clothes scattered about in the living room and went to the bedroom.

Tony also knew what he wanted to do to me.

'After the shock you have had today you must let me give you some special treatment,' he said. 'Lie back on the bed and just let me work some magic with my wand.'

Although I had my agenda I was also quite prepared to let him lead the way. He got on top of me in a 69 and was sucking my cock which had got aroused during our kissing. I was sucking him and could feel the blood coursing through his rock solid member. He started to work his way through my legs and towards my arsehole. I started to do the same. He was soon rimming me and then finger fucking my hole. It was so good I stopped what I had been doing to him to appreciate the pleasure he was generating all the more.

'I'm going to fuck you in every position I can manage,' he said lifting himself up from the 69 position and coming face to face with me. He had grabbed the vaseline that was on the bedside cabinet and he knelt between my legs, lifting them up and applying the grease to my hole. His fingers were slippery and he wiped them on his cock making that slippery too. I held onto my thighs to keep my legs in the air and he brought his cock to my hole which was ready to be filled.

I was looking at his face as he started to slide into me. It was obvious that my tight arsehole was sending pleasure sensations into Tony through his cock. It was certainly doing the same to me. I knew when he had got totally inside me as I could feel his pubic hairs rubbing against mine.

'That's fucking great,' I told him. 'Now fuck me really hard.'

Tony, with his hands under my bum, lifted me slightly off the bed in order to ram his cock back and forth inside me. I could see his biceps and pecs flexing as he dug his hands under my buttocks and raised me in the air so that I was only lying on the top part of my back. He was perspiring as he pounded away and I was breathing heavily and occasionally yelling with delight. He fucked me like that for about ten minutes and then stopped for a rest. I took the opportunity to kiss him fiercely gripping him around the shoulders and pulling him towards me.

'I want you to get on all fours now,' he said. He had to pull out of me to let me move and I was desperate to have him back inside me.

When I was in position he rammed his cock into me in one movement and started to pound me forcefully again however this time as he wasn't lifting me off the bed he was able to be even more vigorous and deeply penetrating. My head was pushed into the pillow and this stifled the now very loud noises I was making. I am sure that otherwise the neighbours would have heard. I was loving the way he was treating my body and was sorry when he stopped again and said he wanted me to lie on my back again but this time with my arse right on the edge of the bed.

He was standing on the floor and bent his knees slightly to get his cock in me. He told me to clasp my hands behind his neck. Now he put his arms under my legs and round to the small of my back. Using his evident strength he lifted me bodily off the bed so that I was in the air being supported by his strong arms and my arms around his neck. He moved me up and down and I could feel that his cock was going in and out of me. My face was much closer to his now and we could feel each other's breath. His was heavy because of the exertion of lifting me, mine from the pleasure he was giving me. I leaned forward slightly so that we could kiss.

He could only manage this position for a couple of minutes and he gently laid me back on the bed again still keeping his cock inside me.

'That so turned me on,' he said, 'I'm going to come in a second.'

Moments later he jabbed his cock inside me really hard and shot his load. He was panting hard after the exertion and the force of his orgasm. I was also gasping with pleasure.

'What a wonderful fuck,' I said to him. 'I couldn't do that to you I haven't got the strength.'

'Your big cock will give me all the pleasure I want,' he said.

'Well I still want some pleasure from your cock,' I said and slid off his cock so that I could go down on him and lick the jism off it. I then moved so that we could both lie facing each other and kiss and caress. After only a few minutes Tony said he was ready to be fucked. I got on my knees and told him to get on his back. I was about to get the vaseline when a thought struck me.

Tony had shot a huge amount of cum in my arse as he had done the last time. I should know as the spunk stains on the sheets were mainly from Tony's cum leaking from my arse. Not wanting to have quite the same problem again I felt my arsehole with my fingers and, as I had thought, it was oozing spunk. I transferred this to my cock. I then got some more and transferred it to Tony's hole. There was still more seeping out and so I collected it on my hand and licked it up. It was delicious. Tony had been watching me all this time and the next load I collected I held to his lips and he licked it up savouring the taste.

I was now ready to fuck him and got my cock in position and pushed. I slid all the way in and then leaned forward and kissed Tony. Our cum smeared lips came together and then our cum coated tongues. I felt so horny and started to fuck Tony really hard so that we were bouncing on the mattress. After several minutes of this I fucked him on all fours and finally I lay on my back and he straddled me. He was bouncing up and down on my cock to begin with but then we changed so that I was pounding into him again from underneath. It was from this position that I shot my load inside him.

I didn't think I had come that much but Tony said he could feel it seeping out even though I still had my cock in him. I told Tony to get off my cock and hold his arsehole above my mouth so that I could lick the cum out of it. Tony told me not to swallow it but to share it as we had earlier. I had got a good mouthful and Tony quickly got his lips pressed against mine and we shared the cum. When this had gone Tony got his fingers to his hole and collected another load which he transferred straight to his mouth and swallowed.

'I just love your cum,' he said delving into his back passage for more.

We had been shagging for nearly two hours and I was getting hungry for some food.

'It will take about half an hour to finish the spaghetti,' I told Tony. 'Why not grab a shower in the meantime.'

He went off to the bathroom and without bothering to get dressed, I washed my hands and started to heat things up. Tony was just coming out of the shower when I went in the bathroom.

'There's no need to get dressed for dinner,' I said to him. 'bolognese sauce can be a bit messy so why don't we eat in the nude.'

Tony agreed and I told him to find a bottle of wine in the sideboard, open it and pour a couple of glasses. While I showered.

Five minutes later I had got myself clean and joined him. Rather than sit at a table I laid a cloth on the floor and scattered some cushions on it so that we could lie on them while eating the spaghetti. When that was arranged I dished up the meal. We both lay so that our heads were close together. After a while Tony started to feed me his spaghetti and I did the same to him. It felt so sexy sharing a meal like this. The wine flowed and the sauce started to go everywhere but in our mouths. I licked up the bits that had missed Tony's mouth he started to do the same to me. We laughed and started to kiss and caress each other again.

'Are you full' I asked.

'No, I could just do with a large cock,' he replied.

'We've got all night for that,' I said. 'I was thinking about going out. Is there anywhere you want to go? It's only half seven.'

'Well I had thought that if we do go out, we might go to the gay pub in Birmingham,' Tony mentioned. 'I've only heard about it but never been there.'

I had never been to a gay pub either but was intrigued as to what it would be like.

'We could go there now,' I said. 'There are lots of buses in and out of the city on a Saturday might and it won't take long.'

'Ok,' Tony said, 'but do you think we should perhaps get dressed first.'

We picked up our clothes from where we had dumped them earlier. Tony said he wanted to set his hair straight after all the shagging and showering. He sat in front of the dressing table and pulled out a hair drier from the bag he had brought with him. While he was doing that I asked him what he thought I should wear.

'Something tight and sexy.' he replied. 'You've got a lovely slim body that would look really horny in jeans and t-shirt.'

I didn't really believe him but I found a pair of jeans that had shrunk in the wash over time and a white t-shirt that had suffered a similar fate. I tried them on and asked Tony what he thought.

'You look fucking horny,' he said. 'I can see the outline of your cock and balls quite clearly. Be careful not to get a hard-on or you'll bust the zip.'

We both laughed. Tony had only the clothes he had come in but when he wore his shirt unbuttoned nearly down to his waist, his pecs could be seen when he moved and this together with his jeans hugging his pert little arse and accentuating his crutch made him the most desirable feller I had ever seen.

We were ready to leave the flat by eight and arrived at the pub half an hour later.

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