Date: Thu, 27 Feb 2014 08:30:15 +0100
From: Amy Redek <adultreading@gmail.com>
Subject: Following Father's Footsteps. Part two.

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         Part two

  It was just short of his eighteenth birthday day that, with the help from
my father, got him to show his expertise before a local club. He then
impressed them as to just how good he was with a football at his feet. They
immediately wanted to sign him on as a member of the squad, So not only was
he now a damn good horse rider, but a recognised footballer. I took on the
roll of being his agent in this field (pun unintended), though in the
football jargon, it was known as the park.

  So for six months, he played for the local team and helped them to win
that year by scoring the most goals for the team. Which was all down to his
ability to be able to kick the ball with either foot to score a
goal. Though, even as good a rider now of Carmen, he would never have made
a profession as a jockey, but as a footballer, yes.

  It was very near the end of the football season that he reached his
eighteenth birthday, which meant that he would then be able to play in any
senior league. We celebrated this in a local hotel, with many members of
the team he played for, and a good time was had by all. This also was the
turning point of our lives together.

  When we returned home, we went into the lounge, and in spite of what we
had already drunk at the party, had another drink each. Me congratulating
him on reaching eighteen years of age and also fast becoming a good
football player, another event happened which changed our lives.

  We were both standing up, celebrating not only the latest win of his
football club, but his eighteenth birthday, but didn't tell him that it was
also mine, when he put his glass down and took my glass from my hand and
put that to one side before taking me into his arms and kissed me. It
almost paralyzed me, even more with what he then said.

  `I love you Richard. Love you more than life can give. You, without any
comprehension of myself, looked after me, more that what any of the foster
people did. For that alone, I fell in love with you. Will you kiss me in
return?'

  By all that's holy, he didn't know of my family heritage, not having told
him precisely of my family. With him kissing me and the inheritance that
had been bestowed in me, I couldn't help but kiss him back.

  Well let's face it. It was in my blood with many of my forbears to have
had homosexual tendency in my genes, my father being an example, then with
me being at a college and having a liaison with Thomas Hawkins.
   (Ed: As amplified in "College Teacher" in these editions.) Not only
that, but our family proclivity in this field went far way back to medieval
times. (Ed: See "Once a Knight" in this series of Richard's heritage.)

  Breaking away from Eddie, I realised that I was following in my father's
footsteps by now wanting this young man. Not to be just a friend, but to be
a lover. I had fallen in love with him just after he had had that first
bath in my house, but, going by the laws, made sure that I wouldn't be
culpable in what I desired.

  On breaking off the kiss, I stammered that he was drunk and that he
should go to bed, by which, he gave me a smile, and we then made our way up
to our separate bedrooms.

  My mind was in a turmoil as I undressed, and after hanging my clothes up,
got into bed. Ever since school, I never wore pyjamas as they were rather
restrictive around the crotch when you moved in bed at night. For two years
now I had been fighting the desire to make love with him, and here now, he
had gone and declared his love for me.

  I was lying there in the darkness of the room, pondering which way to
turn when I heard the door to my room open, and in entered Eddie. He came
and stood by my bedside, `Are you still awake Richard?' he asked softly.

  `Yes Eddie,' I replied, just being able to make out him standing there in
the gloom.

  `I need to talk to you. Can I speak while in bed with you as it's feeling
rather cold standing here,' he said. Mother of Christ! It was not many
minutes ago with him making his declaration of love to me and now he was
already wanting to get into bed with me.

  `If you want,' I replied, my voice sounding a bit thick, moving over and
pulling the top covers to one side. I could just about see that he was
wearing a dressing gown which he now took off, letting it drop to the floor
before getting into bed with me.  As our naked thighs touched each other, I
could feel his body was on the cool side as he pulled the covers back to
cover himself before he laid on his side to talk to me. His hand came onto
my chest as he laid his head on the pillow and I turned my head to listen
to what he wanted to say to me.

  `I hope I didn't offend you when I kissed you downstairs,' were his first
words.

  `No. No I wasn't offended, just surprised that's all. It was so
unexpected.'

  `I'm glad that I didn't upset you, for I'd been wanting to kiss you for a
long time now. And with you kissing me back made my heart leap, for I think
I fell in love with you from the moment that you asked me to dinner and
offered me a bath. I was surprised that a handsome man like you wasn't
married and that in all the time that I've been living here, you've never
mentioned anything about women, nor seemed to have any inclination to want
them and began to wonder if you wanted a celibate life like a priest or a
monk.

  So I took a chance downstairs in my kissing you and if you didn't want to
have a woman love you, maybe you would let me take the place of a woman and
have you love me as only males can.' His hand, while speaking, had been
moving slowly up and down my chest. It was not only that moving on my chest
that aroused me, but of him offering himself up to me as well.

  `I've been wanting to say how much you have done for me. Taking in a
scruffy looking urchin and giving him a reason to carry on living. Giving
him a bed to sleep in, food to eat, and the pleasure of riding a horse and
gently pushing me to play football. There's only one way that I can show my
gratitude and that's to really give myself to you.'

  While he had been speaking this last bit, his hand had been slowly moving
down my body until he found my erection, which he then took it into his
hand and began gently rubbing it up and down. I couldn't help but give out
a small groan as it had been a long time since I had another hand holding
my cock and giving it such a massage and was not surprised when he began to
move his body down the bed, under the covers.

  I could feel the hair of his head brushing my stomach and had the thrill
of having him take the head of my rampant cock into his mouth to start
sucking and licking it. My legs went rigid as I gave myself up to the
thrill of once again having somebody sucking on me, knowing now that he
wouldn't object to me doing the same for him. Oh what bliss it was to feel
my nerves start to send tingles throughout my body and knew that I wouldn't
be able to hold back what was building up in my balls.

  My own hands moved down the bed to gently hold his head as I felt my cum
starting to surge up my cock and then erupt into his hot mouth. It felt
like a never ending stream that was being pumped into his mouth until he
had it all and felt that extra suction on me as he swallowed my cum.

  My whole body then relaxed with the euphoria of pleasure that flowed
through my body at the release of any tension that had been inside me with
having him sucking on me and taking in my cum. I gently stroked the hair on
his head as he finished up by licking the head of my cock clean before he
released me and moved back up the bed to lay his head down on the pillow
next to mine.

  I rolled onto my side and half lay on top of him as I kissed him. Rather
passionately too, only breaking off to take in some deep breaths. `That was
wonderful Eddie. It's been a long time since anyone has done that to
me. Thank you. I can now say that ever since I saw you after you had had
your first bath here, I've been wanting to do exactly what you have just
done for me. For I too fell in love with you but didn't dare to say so. Or
rather, I didn't have the courage to say it as you have done tonight,' I
said as I then kissed him again, our tongues now playing with each other,
me getting a slight taste of my own cum in doing so. `Now it's my turn to
reciprocate,' I said and moved myself down under the covers, my hand
leading the way down over his chest and stomach to find that he too had an
erection which I took into my hand and moved the soft skin up and down over
the solid bar of muscle in covered.

  It was such a delight and pleasure to once again take the head of a male
penis into my mouth, to lick and gently nibble as I sucked on him, feeling
the beating pulse of blood being forced inside to keep it erect. It had
been nearly four years since I last had a cock in my mouth and that had
belonged to Thomas, my old school friend. But now I had a new friend and
lover and couldn't really wait for us to have the ultimate act in having
male sex.

  But like me, Eddie couldn't hold back what nature had given him and felt
the surge of his cum moving up the shaft and had this then erupt into my
mouth, filling it with his sperm and me the thrill of really getting a
taste of Eddie. Having emptied his balls, I felt his body relax under me
and I moved the mass of his cum round inside my mouth with my tongue before
swallowing the nectar of life, getting an inordinate thrill as it passed
down my throat. Round the mouth, teeth and gums, look out stomach, here it
comes, was the little chant that went through my mind before I began to
lick the head of his cock clean before moving back up the bed to be given a
really passionate kiss from him.

  Needless to say that he stayed the night in my bed, us both stroking each
other until we finally fell asleep.

                                                   *
  It was nice to wake up in the morning with the head of my morning
erection being sucked and gave out a groan of pleasure as I really woke up,
loving this way of being aroused from a lovely sleep, knowing that I had
had a dream of my fucking Eddie and having him fucking me in return. No
doubt we would both relive the dream later in what was now our loving
arrangement as I once again had the pleasure of giving up my cum to a hot
and sucking mouth.

  `You do taste lovely Richard,' he said as he emerged from under the
covers to kiss me.

  `And you give good head Eddie, and I will see to you in the shower. So
let's go there now and wash off the night's sweat,' I said, rolling him off
of me and getting out of bed. He too left the bed and followed me into the
bathroom where the shower stall was, one big enough to take in the pair of
us. My cock had begun to soften while his was erect and hard, sticking out
from his groin, the spray from the nozzle not having any effect on him as I
soaped his hard cock, noticing that it was smaller than mine, but still one
to be proud of, and one that I wanted to be used when we came round to
fucking one another.

  But not in the shower as I let the water run the soapy suds off of his
still erect cock and went down onto my knees and took him into my mouth, my
hands round and holding onto the cheeks of his bum as I sucked and gently
chewed on the head. His hands came to my head to hold as he began to face
fuck me, making me use a hand to grasp the base of his cock so that I
wouldn't choke on having the whole length being rammed into my throat. His
legs went rigid as he began letting go of his cum, it shooting straight
down my throat and it was only the last jets that stayed on my mouth for me
to move about with my tongue before swallowing the last remnants of his
cumming.

  We were oblivious to the spraying water as I rose up to be held in an
embrace for us to kiss, standing like this for several minutes before
breaking apart to finish off our washing of each other. We were like little
schoolboys as we played with each other in the washing, taking care not to
crush the opposite pair of balls as we did so.

  It was half past six by the time we got downstairs, dressed, for we were
a bit late in my routine, which was to see that Carmen got her oats (pun
unintended) for her breakfast, before being let loose out into the paddock
for her to run around before eating the grass. We then went and had our
breakfast, grinning at each other as we ate, knowing that we were now
indeed a couple and I hope that we would be so for a long time to come.

  We washed up the breakfast things before I told him to get some football
kit on.

  `But the football season's nearly over Richard,' he exclaimed.

  `I know, but you've got to keep in trim. Wear the running shoes I bought
you,' I told him, getting a sour look as I went out and got the bike from
the yard that had been left behind by the previous owner, and waited
outside for Eddie to show himself.

  `Do we have to Richard,' he said when he came out of the house wearing
shorts and a T shirt, plus the running shoes.

  `Yes,' I said, getting on the bike with a big grin on my face. `Just keep
up with me to the pitch.' This was about a mile away and I started
pedalling the bike making him run alongside of me. `By the time we get
there, it will be as though you've just played in the first half and we'll
spend the second half with you kicking the ball.'

  I kept the bike going at a steady pace and within twenty minutes, we were
there. I'd already had the ball in a bag on the carrier, plus some orange
drink for him and dropping the bike onto its side, got the drink out for
him to have a mouthful as I got the ball out and kicked it onto the field.

  `Right. I'm going out onto the left wing and when I'm about thirty yards
away from you, lob the ball over what would their right back for me to then
kick it back to you for you to head the ball, or kick it into the goal.'
The goal net had been taken down at the end of the season but the posts
were still there.

  `But I'll be miles behind you. At least fifty yards,' he cried.

  `You'll really have to move then,' I grinned at him. `Remember, if the
ball is low as it comes to you, keep your head down and leaning forward to
kick it into the goal. If high, up and nod it down or into a corner of the
goal. Okay, here we go.' I started running across the pitch and forward as
he ran to where the ball was and gave it a good kick as if sending over the
head of the right back. I was quite pleased with that for it dropped down
in the right place for me to bring in down, but gave him a chance to run up
towards the goal, me acting as though I was dribbling the ball around the
player and sent it over as he approached the goal. I sent it low and was
pleased that he was able to hit it on the move and straight between the
goal posts.

  `Goal!' I cried out, and went and collected the ball and slowly kicked it
back towards him. `Excellent Eddie! A perfect volley. Let's do it again.'

  We did this six times with him only missing the goal once. We then went
onto free kicks and penalties with me in goal. I must admit, that he got
the ball past me ten times out of twelve. I gave up with the corner kicks
because without any other players jostling and shoving each other about was
missing, so it wasn't a very effective exercise. We did what would have
been the same time for the second half of a match, forty five minutes, when
I let him have a break and a drink. I was pleased to see that he was
knackered.

  `I feel fucked,' he gasped as he flopped down by the drinks bottle.

  `You will be tonight,' I said with a grin as I passed him the bottle.

  `You too?' he asked, giving me a grin back.

  `If your fit enough,' I laughed and he lunged at me, knocking me over
onto my back and kissed me.

  `Not out here Eddie,' I cried, pushing him off of me.

  `Don't the players jump on the goal scorer when he's on the ground?'

  `Yes, but they don't kiss each other,' I said. `Not in public
anyway. Come on, let's go back home for lunch. Afterwards, you can muck out
Carmen's stable and then take her out for a ride in the paddock.'

  There was a bit of mumble grumble from him, but he got up and collected
the ball and put it in the bike's carrier along with the now empty orange
bottle, and we set off for home. I pedalled slowly so that he only had to
trot that mile instead of running and we were soon back home where he
helped in preparing our lunch.

  After which I said, `I'll do the washing up while you muck out the
stable. Then you can saddle Carmen and get her to jump the hurdles. These
were only three feet in height, but she seemed to enjoy jumping over
them. The paddock, which I called it, was really a large field that covered
nearly an acre, at the far end was a copse that I had fenced off so that
Carmen couldn't wander in amongst the trees.

  `What will you be doing Richard?' he asked before leaving the kitchen.

  `I want to check out some things on the computer. We'll also have dinner
earlier tonight as there's an International football match on the
television that we should watch. You might learn something.' With that, he
went off to do his chores and I finished in the kitchen and was on the
computer till it was time to start preparing our dinner. I had a shower
first and was in the kitchen when Eddie came in.

  `My God,' I exclaimed. `You look and smell all sweaty. Go and have a
shower.'

  `Will you join me?' he asked with a grin.

  `I'm in the middle of getting dinner, besides, I've already had my
shower. We'll join together in bed tonight, after the football match.'

  `I love you Richard,' he said, after coming over and hugging and giving
me a kiss.

  `Ugh! Go and wash that smell of horse shit off you,' I said, breaking
away.

  `Yes dear,' he said with a smirk and dodged the wet dish cloth that I
threw at him and he left the kitchen laughing.

                                                  *