Date: Fri, 27 Feb 1998 01:58:01 +0000
From: romanticiser <romanticiser@geocities.com>
Subject: New Story: Forge Friend - Parts 9 to 12

     This story is a completely fictional account of love
between two men of consenting age and contains sex
descriptions of a gratuitous nature. If this story, or
your reading it, is illegal or offensive then you are
directed to delete it immediately. All main characters,
environments and locations are fictitious. Any
resemblance to people alive or dead is purely
coincidental.

     I would like to thank all those who have written to
thank me for writing my previous stories - I appreciate
it tremendously.

     As I finish one story and start another I hope that
the lessons learnt from each translate into a better
story for all of us.

     I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I am writing
it.

     Acknowledgements, critiques, flames or any other
email can be written directly to
romanticiser@geocities.com.

                            
                      Forge Friend
               Copyright Romanticiser 1998

Part 9 of ?

Chapter 5: Fun and frolics.

     The day dragged by, Joe enjoyed his work and the
visitors asked all sorts of questions but he missed
working with Ginger. His mind kept slipping back to when
they woke up and what had happened, he had never felt
like this before, he was almost giddy. He felt like a
teenager remembering what `IT' had felt like. Thoughts
twisted in his head into an endless loop, what Ginger's
skin had felt like, what his tongue had felt like, his
lips, the heat of his body. Several times during the day
he'd been thankful of the heavy leather apron that
covered him, hiding his almost constant arousal.

     Ginger, working in the print shop as it was David's
day off, was in a similar trance like state. Most of the
day, dreaming, not of what had happened but what should
he start next. His hands checked the printer text,
transferring the Times for tomorrow's paper. Like a form
of dictation, his eyes read the words and his hands put
the text together in lines whilst he dreamed, letting the
fancies take him on their golden paths.

     The children were always fascinated by the little
steam engine and flywheel powering the printing machine
by a belt. The printing letterpress pulled the adults
with its metal type pressed hard against the paper only
to lift up as the roller inked them again ready for the
next sheet as it was  whisked into position. The shhhh
kachinK shhhh kachinnK sound steady and continuous.

     In the afternoon one the schools had pre-booked
their chance to make up a tray for the printing press.

     Ginger pulled out his boxes of letters on to the
table and guided the 9 year old children in putting their
words into metal text. He showed them how to put their
words in from right to left, filling up little one line
trays similar to a scrabble supports.

     They never filled a page, it was always the same.
The teacher had minimised their work to the point where
printing was difficult. Ginger pulled out two quarter
sheet trays and filled the rest of the broad sheet tray
with wooden stays, reducing the printing area by a half.

     The children then watched him as he assembled a tray
with large text and spacers around an intaglio block. He
knew the places so well that his hands flew around
confidently assembling the title block. To finish off the
block he asked the children to spell their school's name
backwards and assembled the last two lines.

     Next he showed the children how to line their text
up in the other quarter tray, sliding in the lines of
text next to each other. The children coming in order of
their lines and passing their block of lines to Ginger,
one at a time.

     After sliding the blanks in to hold the text tight
he then assembled them in to the top half of the broad
sheet tray and started the machine off, for one print. As
the letter press ran one sheet Ginger checked the time on
the pendulum clock on the back wall, nearly three. Plenty
of time.

     Pulling out the large sheet of paper for proof
reading he spotted an error almost immediately but didn't
point it out. It was always fun to let the children find
them, he knew his block had an error in it, The word
museum was spelt wrong, the s and e swapped around. He
always did it when the kids came, it gave them something
to find during the proof read, it also stopped any child
that made a mistake from feeling bad about it.
     
     The children had found only one mistake but had
missed his. One of the children was getting laughed at
for making the only mistake and a simple mistake at that.
The red faced boy stood apart from the rest of the kids,
trying to dig his foot into one of the cracks in the
flagged floor, upset with himself and his friends that
were making fun of him. The teacher seemed too harassed
to even spot it.

     Ginger stepped in beside the teacher and told him
about his spelling mistake. The teacher guided them into
proof reading the whole page and a bright little girl
spotted it. Quickly Ginger corrected the mistakes and set
them up for printing again. He didn't start the machine
off, he turned to face the class.

     "There's a tradition in printing, proof reading is
all about catching mistakes and putting them right but it
is also about making better printers. To do that I need
someone who made a mistake."

     "Martin." The kids screamed his name and the little
blond haired boy came out to the front, looking down at
the floor, blushing furiously as the other children
laughed at him.

     Ginger stepped forward, took off his visor and put
it on the child's head. "Right!" All of the children
barring a couple shut up, eager to see his punishment.
     
     "All the best printers made mistakes on their first
tries and it's always been the tradition to have the
printer who makes a mistake to run the printing machine."
Ginger pointed to the cupboard door where all the boxes
of letters came out of. Brown faded paper lined the back
of the cupboard with large letters printed on it.

     `The printer with the largest number of errors runs
the printing machines all night.' The paper was signed
and dated by the editor of the Times. John T. Delane,
1876. The boy looked up smiling, his eyes bright. Ginger
instructed him in loading the fifty sheets of paper and
starting up the printing press, all watched by thirty
envious kids.

     After the school had left Ginger sat down and
finished setting up the trays for tomorrow's pages and
then tidied the print room. Cleaning the steam engine's
fire pit, more than David ever did but it just wasn't
worth the aggravation. Finally finished he closed and
locked the door to the printers, leaving it tidier and
cleaner than when David left it for him. Satisfied on a
good day he walked around to the cottage and to Joe.

     As he climbed the stairs he heard the sound of the
shower and smelt the aroma of something spicy in the
oven. With the forge workshop doors closed downstairs the
temperature was starting to rise. Time to strip to his
underwear, undressing in the bathroom he heard the sound
of the shower slowing and then stopping.

     Joe emerged from the bathroom with drips of water
running down his back and chest, down to the towel
wrapped around his waist, letting the water evaporate off
his skin to keep him cool. He saw Ginger, facing away
from him, stripping off his shirt. With a delighted,
malicious smile he tried to sneak up on him but it didn't
work, Ginger turned to face him, grinning from ear to
ear.

     "Going to get me were you?" and then he lunged for
Joe. Joe ran laughing trying to keep Ginger's clutching
hands from his towel. Ginger finally got Joe by his bed
and jumped on to him, toppling him over backwards. Joe
was still laughing with Ginger sat on his chest, looking
down at him.

     Joe looked in Ginger's eyes as they wrestled for
control, enjoying the fleeting touches from Ginger's
hands as he tried to get Joe to relinquish the towel. The
sight of Ginger in his underwear, sitting astride him was
erotic to Joe's thinking, bringing all of his hot
thoughts and dreams of the day to the fore. He felt
tingles where Ginger's skin touched his and the towel
strained to hide his reaction.

     To Ginger, Joe lying down with a wet sheen on his
smooth bulky body, seeing those bright blue eyes looking
up at him, smiling and feeling the body heat radiate to
him was turning him on. Their laughs and smiles slowly
faded as their eyes scanned across each other. The fight
for the towel forgotten as their hands caressed the
other's pale skin.

     Joe reached up and guided Ginger's face to his as
the met for a light kiss, only to repeat it again and
again. Passion rising with each kiss, their hands started
running over soft supple skin, hands that vied for
control now examined and searched, feeling for and
stroking the places that made each other's passion rise.

     Joe twisted sideways and Ginger stretched out his
legs bringing them face to face lying on the bed. Ginger
brought his hands to Joe's face and felt the rough
sensation of stubble as he pressed harder, making the
kiss more demanding, stronger. Joe humped against him,
the damp towel rubbing against Ginger's thighs.

     Ginger wanted a little more this time, to push Joe a
little further. He ran his hands down Joe's neck and on
to his broad shoulders. Hunching over Joe he pushed Joe
flat on his back and let his hands wander down the chest,
teasing the bright stiff nipples. Joe moaned in his
passion, his hands pulling them together tighter as his
tongue thrust harder against Ginger's.

     Pleased at the response and wanting to make Joe moan
and groan more, Ginger gently pulled away from the kiss
and then dived for one of the stiff little nubs, sucking
on it hard and flicking his tongue across the top between
his lips. Joe writhed below him, his breathing ragged, a
low moan rattling inside his chest.

     Ginger wanted to see Joe's cock, his dreams had
centred on that stiff piece of meat and he wanted it, to
feel it, taste it. His thoughts spiralling down to the
bulging white towel wrapped around Joe. The taste and
heat of Joe's skin fired him into action, spurring him on
as he crossed Joe's chest to service the other nipple, to
make it quiver and stand proud.

     Joe's large hand rested on the back of Ginger's head
pressing him down hard on to the nipple. Ginger lightly
bit it, nibbling gently as Joe shuddered below him
groaning his enjoyment. Ginger rubbed his hand down Joe's
smooth chest and on to the heaving abdomen, feeling
contractions play across the muscles. Reaching the towel
he tugged at the tight cloth, pulling it away, revealing
his dream to his eyes.

     Joe's pale skin with the lines of muscle strongly
defined as they flexed under Ginger's hand. Light blond
sparse pubes in a tight triangle over an engorged cock.
Stiff and rampant, a heady smell met Ginger's nose and he
breathed in the musk, feeling his need to explore become
stronger, urgent.

     Ginger wrapped his hand around the base of the cock,
feeling the beat of Joe's heart pulse under his fingers
and hot skin. Joe moaned, the feelings of Ginger's hand
and lips on his skin driving him insane with lust. Ginger
looked down to see his hand barely surround Joe's cock,
four more inches of red flesh topped by a large purple
head. A rounded drop of  pre-cum rose in the eye of the
large cock and he was lost, his body took over. Without
thought, he pulled his head from Joe's chest and his
tongue lapped and the smooth shiny head, tasting the
drop, tasting Joe. As Joe gasped at the feel of Ginger's
hot wet tongue slide over his cock, Ginger moaned in the
completion of a fantasy.

     Joe closed his eyes, unable to resist the feelings
from his groin, masturbation had been a necessity, an
enjoyable one but he never guessed at the pleasure his
body could feel. He was so close, the tightening around
his balls threatened to explode in pressure. Ginger
lapped again, tasting the skin, devouring the pre-cum
that his tongue created. He had to put it in his mouth,
wanted to feel his lips around it, needed to drive Joe
into a gibbering wreck.

     Joe's breathing was deep and husky as he groaned,
fighting for breath and control at the same time. The
increase of lashings from the tongue pushed Joe closer
the edge, driving him to an orgasm he didn't want yet, he
wanted to enjoy it more. Joe bucked when Ginger's lips
fastened around him, feeling the wet heat of Ginger's
mouth surrounded him. Holding with the last shreds of his
control he moaned and rocked his head from side to side,
beads of perspiration forming on his brow.

     Then Ginger's tongue dragged along under his crown,
pausing for only a fraction of a second before drilling
into the one eye, pushing at the tiny lips as he sucked.
Joe screamed, lost in his orgasm, his body bucking,
humping Ginger's mouth trying to get more in to that
moist furnace.

     Ginger was thrilled to feel Joe's cock expand in his
mouth and to hear the scream of agony and ecstasy
combined. The cock flexed, growing harder, Ginger held on
whilst Joe bucked below him, lost in orgasm, he felt the
spasms and prepared for his first taste of Joe.

     Strong pulses ran up the tube on the underside
pushing past his lips and then creamy liquid hit the back
of his mouth. A pungent aroma, sharp and defined, Joe was
cumming in his mouth, Ginger swallowed the fiery blast,
liking the slightly bitter, salty flavour. His tongue
rubbed on the tube feeling each injection, enjoying the
taste and the feel of the cock flex as Joe fired shot
after shot.

     The cock grew quiet in his mouth, the orgasm over
but still giving Ginger small amounts of the precious
fluid. Ginger gently ran his tongue around the cock
feeling it soften slowly, shrinking back. Ginger lapped
at the lips of the cock as it gave up the last cum. Joe
moaned, his breathing deep and heavy, exhausted.

     Ginger knew he was on the brink himself, carried
along with Joe. Unwilling to move to satisfy his own
needs, he pressed his groin into the bed, feeling the
tight pressure. Thrusting himself tightly against the
bedspread he felt that delicious agony, the tight skin
pulled back to the base,. He held the pressure as long as
he could before the most powerful orgasm yet took him.

     Relaxing after his intense feelings he clambered up
along Joe's recumbent form. Ginger snuggled in to the
warm skin, feeling Joe's arm circle his shoulders and
pull him in. Fulfilled, tired beyond belief and
comfortable, lying with his head on Joe's shoulder.
Ginger closed his eyes, slipping away into peaceful
sleep, joining Joe in his even slow breaths.

                        ...............

Part 10 of ?

     Ginger woke up, snuggled in tight to Joe's warm
body, held there by two strong arms loosely wrapped
around him. Ginger's nose tickled, an irritating itch,
his mind drowsy and slow, didn't identify it at first.

     Something was burning, smoke, he smelled smoke. He
sat up, pulling himself roughly from Joe's arms. He
glanced around the room, there didn't seem to be anything
wrong but now he knew what he was smelling, it seemed
stronger.

     Rising from the bed he followed his nose, heading
out on to the little landing. It was coming from the
kitchen. Too dark to see, Ginger turned on the light and
looked around, his nose telling him to look at the
cooker. The oven was on, he turned it off and opened the
oven door.

     The draught from the open door confirmed his
thoughts as the smell climbed to over powering. An oven
dish blackened around the edges.  He grabbed the kitchen
towel and pulled it out, his eyes scanning two blackened
masses, chicken breasts, he guessed. Dropping it on the
stainless steel sink top he dropped the towel.

     "Is it ruined?" Ginger turned to look at Joe
standing naked in the doorway, his large body almost
filling it.

     "Yeah! Burnt to a cinder."

     "Damn! I forgot it! I should have remembered it."

     Ginger walked round the table and put his arms
around Joe's neck, looking up into his face. "It doesn't
matter, I'm not really very hungry." He kissed Joe's
chest, feeling Joe's arms circle him and hug him tight.

     Joe's voice was soft and quiet. "Thanks .. but I
still should have remembered it." He leaned down and
kissed Ginger on his forehead. "Thanks."

     Ginger looked up in to Joe's bright blue eyes and
said "Why don't you get something on and I'll make us
some coffee."

     "OK." Joe released Ginger and walked back in to the
bedroom.

     The kettle was starting to become noisy when Joe
returned, a pair of green boxers around his waist. Ginger
was just getting the mugs out, turning around to use the
table he looked up to see Joe watching him from the
doorway. "What are you standing there for?"

     "Just watching."

     "Watching? Watching what?"

     "You! You stand there as if everything was normal,
as if we haven't done anything."

     "Is that how it looks? `Cos that isn't how I feel."

     Joe came in to the room and pulled out a chair,
turning it around he sat astride it, resting his arms on
the back. "How do you feel then?"

     "I don't know, confused, mixed up."

     "Is it because you think we shouldn't be doing it?"

     Ginger picked up the sugar bowl, dumping teaspoons
of sugar in to the mugs. Unable to look at Joe. "No why?
Is that how you feel?"

     "Sort of .." Joe sighed and lowered his head on to
his hands. "I used to think it was wrong, that I
shouldn't let it happen but now .. I don't really know."

     Ginger's voice quavered slightly. "Didn't you enjoy
it."

     Joe laughed, his head going back as a belly laugh
erupted. "Enjoy it, the words don't even come close. I've
never felt anything like that in my life. Ever! To think
I missed out on that for all of my life."

     Silence settled across the room as Ginger poured the
water and stirred the mugs.

     Joe's voice was quiet, a whisper "I haven't felt
better about anything in my life than what we've been
doing. It feels right, good.. You know what I mean."

     Ginger sat down opposite, staring at the coffee
swirling in his mug. "That's what's confusing me. I loved
it too."

     Joe stood up. "Come on let's go in the living room,
away from that smell." Picking up his mug, Ginger
followed.

     Joe sat on the sofa and Ginger headed for the chair.
"No don't sit over there, come sit on the sofa, so we can
talk." Ginger walked up to the three seater settee and
sat next to Joe.

     He'd hardly sat down and put his mug down when Joe
put his arms around and embraced him, holding their warm
skin together. Ginger looked up in to Joe's face, and
watched it close with his, they gently kissed, soft lips
pressing against his. They separated slowly and Joe
leaned back pulling Ginger prone on top of him, rubbing
his large hand gently down Ginger's back. "I liked what
you did, and I think I want to make you feel as good but
I also like to just hold you, to feel your skin touching
mine."

      Joe's voice was calm and quiet. "I think I know
your worries. We've opened Pandora's box, letting out the
good and the bad trapped  inside." Joe leaned over,
breathing into Ginger's ear "We'll have to just take what
comes, the good and the bad, it's too late to close the
box and to be honest I wouldn't want you to."

     Ginger relaxed against Joe, lying back, his head
resting on Joe's chest. Joe casually lay his arm across
Ginger's chest as Ginger spoke. "I was afraid I was
pushing you into things you didn't want to do."

     Joe spoke as if to an audience, his arm outstretched
above them "Then .. Lay on Macduff, And damn'd be him that
first cries `Hold, enough!'" His arm gently dropped back
on to Ginger, caressing the skin below his hand, his
voice soft "Take me where you will, I will follow."

     Ginger rolled over looking in to Joe's face, green
eyes staring in to blue. Joe raised himself up as Ginger
lowered, their lips touching lightly to part only briefly
before their faces met again. Their kiss stronger,
tongues entwining as their hands caressed and stroked
each other.

     Joe ran his hands down Ginger's back feeling the
bumps of the spine smooth out in to the muscle on his
ribs. Further down to Ginger's small waist and the edge
of his underwear. He tried to slip his hands under the
waistband but it was too tight. Wanting to get lower he
ran his hands around the waist to the draw sting, to open
it but their bodies were pressed together.

     Joe's tongue was more demanding, his lips
overlapping and pressing against Ginger's. Joe's need
became more than he could handle, he lifted Ginger off
him, making Ginger kneel astride him, and moved for the
drawstring. Ginger saw naked lust in Joe's sharp eyes.
"Lose them!" Joe's voice deep, fiery and sexy as hell.
Ginger pulled at a draw string loosing them a little. Joe
pulled at the other and Ginger felt them start to fall,
sliding down.

     Joe saw skin below the waist, smooth and white. A
mat of fine red curly hair and then Ginger's cock
outlined in the baggy white material. Ginger slowly
reached to remove the cloth but Joe's hands beat him to
it. Pulling the cloth down, opening Ginger's body to his
hungry eyes.

     Ginger's cock was a lot shorter than his. Stiffer it
stood damn near vertical, ringed with darker skin of a
retracted foreskin half way down. The head was flared,
bright red, engorged with blood and moist from its own
leakage. The urethra distended and sharply defined.
Ginger's balls lay in a smooth rounded pouch that hung
below the throbbing cock.

     Joe's hand cupped the balls gently as his other hand
latched on to the skin covered steel. Ginger looked down,
unable to believe the feelings that Joe's hands were
giving him. His back arched, one arm holding on to the
back of the sofa, as Joe stroked up less than an inch
before his thumb and finger stopped under the flared
edge.

     Joe let go of his own doubt, this is what he wanted,
Ginger's naked body stretched above him unconsciously
highlighting his waif like form. Pale smooth skin broken
only by the tuft of red hair in his armpit and two bright
disks of pink flesh and the spike of hard flesh in his
grip. He moaned "Yes!" as he leaned forward, the smell of
aroused male in front, pulling on desires he had hidden
so carefully.

     He rubbed the cock, feeling the balls churn in his
cupped hand as he drew closer to the pulsing mushroom
head. Forgetting the body attached to the cock he wanted,
he tried to get his head down to meet it but the position
wouldn't allow it. Reluctantly letting go, he cupped the
buttocks behind, feeling them tense as he lifted Ginger
towards his mouth.

     Ginger wailed as he was picked up, frantically
holding on to the back of the sofa to keep himself
upright as he felt hot gasping breath bathe his groin.
There wasn't any foreplay or subtlety to Joe's attack, he
felt his cock sucked in to a warm, wet, tight hole, right
to the base in one gulp. A large flat tongue lapped
around the base of his cock as the suction climbed
stronger.

     Ginger's voice was a yelp "Jesus!" as he felt Joe
move back swirling his tongue around the head of his cock
only to swallow it to the base again. Joe's hands grasped
the cheeks of his arse pressing Ginger hard against Joe's
lips.

     Light grazes of teeth made Ginger moan, his cock,
harder than he'd ever known, was being sucked in to
oblivion. When Joe next pulled back massaging the head
with his forceful tongue, Ginger couldn't resist it, his
body demanded it. His hips drove forward, ramming his
cock deep in to Joe's mouth, until tight lips met his
pubes and no more could enter.

     A moan around his cock made Ginger groan his need to
cum. Joe's hands pulled on his butt, pulling it back and
then pushing forward urging Ginger into fucking his
mouth. With his hips fucking in and out of Joe's mouth,
Ginger had an outlet for his body's desires and together
they rocked. Heavy breathing, pants and groans above and
a slurping slapping noise interspersed with vibrating
moans below.

     Joe's hands once again grasped the cheeks of
Ginger's arse, urging a faster pace, harder. Ginger
complied as best he could but he was cumming and his
rhythm was breaking. Groaning, his voice failed him,
released from his body's drive he tried to pull back but
Joe wouldn't let him, holding him down with his large
hands. Grabbing on to the arm of the sofa, he held on for
dear life as his orgasm climbed into sweet torture. His
body paralysed with tense muscles, pressing his full
weight on Joe's face, trying to get the rest of his body
in to that tight, wet, voraciously sucking hole.

     Second after second of incredible feelings, Ginger's
eyes were so tightly closed he could see swirling
patterns of colours and he could feel a throbbing pain in
his head, before the rush for freedom emptied his sack.
It hurt, God! Did it hurt, it hurt so good, it felt like
he'd blown his balls out as shot after shot left him.

     Empty, a husk is how he felt, drained to the nth
degree. His legs wouldn't respond and his arms were
shaking with fatigue. He tried to roll over to free Joe
but Joe followed with him, still milking him of all he
was worth, making contented noises as he gently suckled
on Ginger's softening cock.   Sapped of energy, Ginger
fell asleep, almost comatose,  where he was, even the
tongue licking over his ultra sensitive cock head
couldn't keep him awake.

     Joe felt exhilarated. He knew he'd done well,
Ginger's reactions to his sucking had been incredible and
although he'd enjoyed sucking Ginger's cock. It was
knowing how much pleasure he'd given that satisfied his
own urges. The reward had been in tasting his results,
Ginger's powerful jets of sweet and salty milk of life.

     Ginger was a dead weight above him but his steady
breathing assured Joe of his health. Not wanting to
disturb Ginger, Joe turned his face slightly, releasing
Ginger's tasty cock from his mouth as he relaxed his jaw,
his lips and tongue aching from the pounding they had
received.  Joe breathed in, his nose resting firmly in
Ginger's pubes,  impressing the scent and taste that
belonged to only one person deep in his memory.

     After regaining his energy and still with the glow
of euphoria, Joe gently cradled Ginger in his arms and
carried him to his - `their' bed. Slipping Ginger's
underwear from around his knees he laid him down. Joe
stripped his boxers off and settling on the bed he
stroked Ginger's soft skin and was pleased as the
sleeping Ginger nestled and snuggled his way in to his
arms.

     Propping his head on one hand, he watched Ginger's
face and body as he moved in his sleep, Joe waited for
twelve and the refilling of the forge. His last duty of
the day, before he could also settle down and sleep
himself. Entwining his arms and legs with Ginger, feeling
his warm luxuriously soft skin pressing against his own.

                        ...............

Part 11 of ?

Chapter 6: Out for the count.

     Joe was half asleep on the sofa with Ginger lying
alongside. The nine o'clock news was just starting and
Ginger could feel his eyelids growing heavy.

     A knock on the door awoke Ginger. Trying not to
waken Joe he slipped from his arms and went to answer the
door. It was Don, in his working clothes, a bow tie still
tied around his neck.

     Don's voice seemed troubled "Hi Ginger. Any chance I
can have a word with the two of you - I need your help."

     "Hi Don, Sure! Come on in. What time is it?"

     "A quarter to ten"

     They climbed the stairs with Ginger leading "It's
not yet closing time, who's looking after the bar?"

     "Jen."

     Entering the small living room Ginger woke Joe with
a call as Don undid his tie and sat in a chair facing the
sofa. Joe groggily came to, his large arms stretching out
of the end of the sofa as his eyes opened.

     "Look, I'll come straight to the point. I need you
in the pub, tonight!"

     Joe seemed surprised at Dons worried voice. "Why?
What's happened?"

     Don's laugh was mirthless "It'd be closer to say
what hasn't happened."

     Joe and Ginger exchanged looks. "Tell us Don."

     "OK. This isn't pretty, it looks as if there has
been some underhand dealings, clandestine meetings in the
grounds and two people have been seen acting very oddly,
avoiding people."

     "Who?"

     Don stood up and sighed and then turned to face the
wall, his eyes running around a picture. "I don't know if
I should tell you. There was a sort of understanding that
I wouldn't say a word. It'd be breaking a trust."

     Joe's voice, strong with exasperation "Tell us Don.
Who?"

     "OK. I'll tell." He turned back to face them, a
broad grin on his face and one eyebrow raised in
question.

     Joe groaned and covered his face.

     Ginger looked between them, missing the by play.
"What's going on?"

     Don was laughing hard, the odd word breaking out
"Hook .. Line ... Sinker. Got you!" He licked his finger
and stroked a one in the air.

     Ginger looked at Joe, his head bent and slowly
shaking.

     "Will somebody please tell me what is going on."

     It was Joe's voice that answered as he looked up.
"For years, in the off season, we'd compete against each
other to see who could wind the other up ... And he's done
it to me - again."

     Don had got his laughter under control. "I enjoyed
that!"

     "You sod!" Ginger looked at Joe surprised at his
swearing. It took something special to get Joe to swear.

     Don  shrugged and held his arms to the side "Hey,
don't blame me, I'm not the one avoiding people."

     "We aren't avoiding people."

     "Are you kidding, you haven't been in the pub for
over three weeks. I was honestly beginning to think you
were turning tea total on me." He stopped his face
becoming serious, a deep breath and then. "Look guys
there is something."

     "What?"

     "Your secret is out, it's no longer just me. About
half of the pub now know that you're a couple."

     Joe went silent, his face greying. Ginger opened his
mouth in shock.

     "Last week you both went for a walk in the woods
down by the river. Well .. you were seen making out."

     Ginger could feel tears in his left eye, it started
to cry, his fear of Joe's reaction strong in his heart.
Joe remained silent but his head was down, hiding his
face.

     Don continued. "That started a lot of talk and with
you both missing at night, they started watching you
closely and putting the pieces together."

     Joe's voice when it came was grave, void of any
emotion. "What are they saying?" Ginger could feel
something start to die in his soul.

     "Not a lot really, the younger ones don't seem to
think anything wrong in it, in fact I've heard a few say
that they're happy for the pair of you."

     "The others?"

     "Mostly shock and surprise but I've heard of a few
arguments. That's why I need you in the pub."

     "Won't that start something?" Joe's face rose, his
eyes glittering icy blue, cold."

     "Maybe, maybe not. Whichever, it'll end the
speculation."

     Joe turned to face Ginger, seeing the tears running
down his cheek and a red spot of blood where Ginger had
clamped his teeth over the corner of his bottom lip.
There was terror hiding in Ginger's eyes, not fear of
being found out but fear of losing him.

     Joe stood up. "Give us half an hour and we'll come
in."

     "Right. I'll see you in there." Don walked for the
door but stopped at Joe's quiet voice "Thanks Don, I owe
you!"

     He didn't turn around and his reply wafted back
"What are friends for."

     As Don's footsteps sounded on the stairs Joe turned
to Ginger and pulled him in to his arms. Ginger started
to cry, burying his head against Joe's chest as his tears
ran. Blubbering words hardly discernible except for the
pain they contained.

     Joe leaned back and gently lifted Ginger's chin.
Streaky runs of tears dropping on to wet cheeks. Joe
thought about Ginger and decided he had the right of it.
"Don't worry, beautiful. I'm not giving you up - I love
you."

     Ginger's tears wouldn't stop but now they were for
joy not sadness, the words from Joe's lips striking clear
to his heart. Sinking his head on to Joe's shoulder he
cried like a baby, clutching tightly to the man who held
him gently, protectively.

     "I love you too Joe" his voice broken in to words as
his body struggled to breathe in his sobbing. "What are
you going to do?"

     "Well, it's not just my decision, it's ours but I've
hidden all my life and I think it's time we both stopped
hiding, if they've seen us kissing then there isn't any
point in lying."

     Ginger's voice subdued and still punctuated by tears
"I don't care one way or the other, as long as I'm with
you. The rest of the world can go hang." Ginger turned
and gently liked and kissed the shoulder that he'd been
lying on.

     "Me too, babe. Me too."

     Joe stood in the room rocking from side to side
gently as Ginger clung to him, recovering from his fear
and joy.

     After a few minutes Joe lifted Ginger`s  face and
lightly kissed his lips. "Come on, let's get cleaned up."

                        ...............

     The Bull was packed as usual, full of talking
people. The only space that seemed clear was in front of
the dart board, the rubber mat below it marking the most
dangerous area in the pub.

     As they entered, a hush ran across the room,
stilling conversations as their faces turned to look. Joe
pressed his hand against Ginger's back and Ginger started
for a table with a couple of spare seats. The silent room
suddenly burst in to conversation as if embarrassed at
the silence.

     Ginger walked over to a table, confident with the
feeling of Joe's hand pressed in his back possessively.
He sat on one of the empty stools and Joe stepped around
him and sat on the long bench. They smiled and mouthed
`Hi', responding to all the people who nodded and waved
hello, whilst they waited for Don and their first drink.

     Don came to the table, three pints pressed together
in a tight triangle in his hands. Putting them down he
sat on a stool. "Now that is what I call an entrance. You
always do things with style, Joe."

     Joe coughed and picked up his pint, he drank part of
it. "I don't know about style but I'm not being chased
away."

     Don smiled and stared at Joe for a second or two.
"Good for you. Come on Ginger, drink it up, you look like
you need it."

     Ginger and Joe looked quizzically at each other.
Ginger's voice came out slightly high, which he corrected
quickly. "What to do you mean?"

     Don looked at Ginger his voice amazed "Things have
changed in less than half an hour - even I can see it.
Look at Joe and tell me what you can see."

     "I see Joe, sat on a bench, drinking a pint. What
else is there to see." Joe's eyes flicked from Ginger's
face to Don's and then back again.

     Don leaned back, nearly toppling himself over "I
don't believe it. Jesus!" He stood up and looked around
the bar. "Phil, Phil?" his raised voice rang over the
crowd. A face turned and then waved as Don's voice called
him over.

     Phil walked over slipping around or through the
crowd with smiles and apologies on his lips. "Yeah, Don
what's up?"

     Don  looked around and pointing at a spare stool at
another table. "Pull up a stool and tell me what you see
when you look at these two."

     Ginger and Joe exchanged looks of concerned
puzzlement and then looked back to Don but it was Phil
who spoke.

     "I see Ginger and Joe, what did you expect me to
see?"

     "Anything else?"

     Phil looked around and then leaned in over the table
as if some great secret was to be told. Joe and Ginger
leaned in to hear his quiet, shocked words. "It's not the
Martians invading again is it?"

     Don tried to cuff Phil's head as the others laughed,
pulling back from over the table. "No, that's not what I
meant. What do you see when you see Joe and Ginger
looking at each other? What do you really see?"

     Ginger looked at Joe as they stared at each other
trying to see something in each other's face."

     "OK , Let's see. I see two smiling faces ... Oh! I
see ... I see two people in love." Joe was drinking part
of his pint and he coughed and choked as he drank. Phil,
being the closest, started to hammer on Joe's back as he
tried to cough up the beer that had gone down the wrong
way.

     Amusement dropped from Ginger's face, replaced with
stunned shock. He started to redden in embarrassment.

     Don's voice was quiet and untroubled. "Don't get
upset, you can't hide that sort of thing. "The way you
two look at each other, stand together, walk together, it
can't help but be noticed. If you wanted to hide it then
you failed."

     At Ginger's silence and Joe's icy gaze, Don
continued. "Don't look at me like that Joe. I've known
you for years. All I'm saying is that when you two look
at each other - it stands out a mile, you practically
glow." He drank some of his pint under the penetrating
gaze of Joe and Ginger. Slurping the last and wiping his
chin with the back of his hand as he handed over a verbal
olive branch.

     "I think it's wonderful, I finally get to see Joe do
daft things as his heart flies higher than a kite. He
laughed. "Seriously though, I do think you make a nice
couple."

     Phil echoed "Hear, hear."

     Even though Ginger resisted he couldn't help it, his
eyes returned to Joe's face and he grinned.

     The rest of the evening flew by, there weren't any
ugly scenes. Only quiet congratulations and admiration
from the rest of the crowd. Each of them getting pats on
the back and having to listen to the odd tacky joke. With
Don and Phil sat either side of Ginger and Joe's big
bulky form at the table they spent the rest of the time
supping beer and enjoying the conversation which danced
back and forth around the table.

     At midnight, the weekend closing time, Ginger and
Joe got up to leave and joined the massed throng as they
passed through the door. The only surprise being that
both Ginger and Joe got goosed at the same time but were
unable to find the perpetrators.

                        ...............

Part 12 of ?

     Relaxed with the booze and surprisingly pleased at
how easy the night had been Joe opened the door to the
cottage and stepped through, followed by Ginger. Now in
what had become common the two of them went to check the
forge and fill it with coal for night.

     Reaching the top of the stairs, they both nearly
passed out in the heat. The cool air outside sensitising
them to the overflow from the forge. The both walked in
to the bedroom and stripped to their underwear, Ginger's
white jockeys brilliant in the light from the bedside
cabinet.

     Joe's hands caressed and rubbed Ginger's shoulders
as he slipped his socks off his feet. "You OK babe?"

     Ginger leaned back, pressing his body against Joe's,
"I'm fine."

     "Only fine?"

     Ginger turned and lifted his head to Joe's, they
kissed lightly. "More than fine. Ecstatic - I can't get
my head around, that you love me. I keep wanting to shout
it out. I feel as if my heart is about to burst .. I love
you so much."

     Joe slipped down on to the bed, pulling Ginger on
top of him. "Well I do so get used to it because I'm
going to keep telling you."

     "Joeseph Urkland, my beautiful strong lover!" Ginger
pulled himself up level with Joe's face  and slowly
lowered his lips to Joe's. Their tongues meeting in the
middle, igniting passions that had hardly laid dormant
for a few hours.

     The rolled, caressed and stroked each other as their
tongues played, stroked and their lips nibbled at each
other. Separating slowly  Ginger followed Joe's jaw line
with his tongue down to the sensitive ears, partially
hidden in the soft white blond hair.

     Joe kissed and licked at Ginger's ear until he moved
and circled his tongue around Joe's ear. His last words
igniting Joe before his tongue forced it's way deep in
his ear. "I want you to make love to me Joe, all the way.
I want you in me, my love."

     Joe's hands that had slipped down Ginger's back to
press the hard globes of flesh stopped and then tightened
as Joe humped up, pressing his hard cock against Ginger's
thigh. His voice deep and husky but filled with a
tremulous quaver. "I've never .."

     His voice stopped broken with a moan as Ginger
nibbled on his ear lobe and sucked it in to his mouth.
Releasing the lobe, Ginger's whisper loud in his ear.
"Neither have I but I want you to."

     Ginger tried to pull himself up off Joe but Joe
rolled him over, jamming his tongue in Ginger's mouth.
Ginger loved it when he could turn Joe in to a raving
animal. To arouse someone so strongly that coherent
thought fled and all that was left was animal lust and
red hot passion.

     But this was different. Joe was a driven by passion
and lust but tempered by love. The tiny nicks and bruises
that Ginger suffered when he aroused the animal in Joe
were missing. The insatiable thirst for Ginger was there.
In the way that Joe raped his mouth, trying to reach his
throat, and savagely humped against him but the tight
grasping hands that gripped him so tightly were gentle
and soothing.

     Ginger could feel his orgasm approaching fast, Joe
was all over him, sucking at his neck, nipples, ear as
his hands fondled his swollen cock, lightly gripping him
and then relaxing. Each time Joe increased the pressure
Ginger moaned, assaulted by feelings beyond his control.

     Joe slipped down lapping at Ginger's nipples before
sliding lower to bathe his navel in spit, washing Ginger
vigorously with his strong tongue. Unable to command his
body Ginger thrashed around as Joe vacuumed his cock in
to his mouth. Swallowing him to the base in a slow
sliding gulp. Ginger didn't want it to end this way, he
wanted Joe in him. To join soul to soul, to own him
entirely, to take all of him.

     Ginger's balls churned as they pulled tighter to the
spit cleaned cock as it slipped in and out of Joe's
pressed lips. Ginger's voice barely a croak warned Joe
and he pulled off, letting Ginger relax for a few seconds
before he sucked those tight balls in to the cavern of
fire and water.

     Ginger screamed at his loss of control but was saved
as Joe released him. Pulses of liquid ran up Ginger's
cock as he tried to hold it back, arms spread wide
gripping the bed sheet in his tightly clenched fists.

     Joe watched his lover hover at the edge of orgasm,
knowing the slightest touch could push him over. He
waited for Ginger to relax before he ran his tongue down
Ginger's thigh, licking up the moisture of heated man.

     Knowing his own need as well as Ginger's, Joe lifted
Ginger's legs and ran his tongue down the back of them
towards the hole that was his gateway to Ginger. Pausing
only to viciously suck the skin below the balls and make
Ginger's body tremble with unshed desire Hi skipped his
tongue to the pink rosebud in his sights.

     He'd never rimmed anyone or even thought of it but
there wasn't any disquiet in Joe's mind. It was part of
Ginger, there wasn't anything he didn't love about
Ginger. Passion, love and need mixed to make him
insatiable for the man he loved. Joe groaned his love as
his tongue attacked the hole.

     New feelings cascaded through Ginger, sparks of
pleasure entwined with spasms against the intruding
tongue. His legs rose as his body curled itself up,
letting Joe gain greater access. Joe's hands pulled
Ginger's cheeks apart as far as they would go. Driving
his tongue in and out of the red hot musky hole.

     Sliding his finger in Joe couldn't believe how wide
Ginger was opening up for him. Two fingers, three, he
pressed in and Ginger moaned a long oooh and thrust down
on his fingers burying them.

     Unable to take his eyes off the hole twisting and
driving on to his fingers, Joe spat on to his hand and
slicked up his cock.. A pool of precum soaking in to the
sheet added more and Joe was ready.

     Moving between Ginger's raised legs he placed his
cock in the crack below his fingers. Slipping his hand
away Joe rested his iron bar of a cock against the hole.
Pressing forward the hole pushed in, resisting his entry.
The very tip feeling heat upon heat as the hole widened
to allow his flared head to enter.

     Ginger grunted as it popped over Joe's cockhead,
gripping and spasming tight on the shaft. Soft moist, hot
walls pressed against Joe as the grip stronger than
elastic slowly relaxed. Pressing in further to the hot
tunnel Joe moaned low in his throat, his eyes closed
unable to see the look of concentration on Ginger's face.

     Almost fully in Joe felt a blockage, another tight
ring refusing entry. Joe pressed against it and Ginger
gasped. Pain and pleasure equally combined. Joe pulled
back a little and slid forward against the inner hole,
his voice load as it sounded his pleasure. Ginger grunted
in the feeling of pleasure that blossomed as Joe pressed
in.

     In and out Joe slid more and more, Ginger's insides
lubricating him against the tight entrance. Looking down
at Ginger's tight body as his cock vanished inside Joe
wanted all of him. He pressed forward again building
speed making Ginger grunt in ecstasy. Widening Ginger's
legs and laying them around his waist Joe lowered himself
down until his lips lined up with Ginger's gasping mouth.
Pressing in and down Joe entered hard and Ginger's eyes
shot open, glassy and wide.

     Seeing Joe above him Ginger pulled him down and
attacked Joe's mouth, returning the almost animal joining
between them. Joe thrust harder and harder amazed the
urgent pressure on his buttocks as Ginger tried to pull
him in. The inner hole was weakening, Joe could feel the
walls widening .His cock head being gripped by tight
flesh ahead as Ginger's anus clamped near his base.

     Revelling in the feeling of tight heat around his
cock Joe moved faster, need overtaking his concern for
Ginger.

     The inner gateway opened and Joe entered fully his
mouth gasping in to Ginger's as they both pressed urgently
together. Needing to breathe badly Joe broke the kiss and
started to pump. Ginger's legs around his waist and over
his bottom pulling him in, urging him faster and faster,
harder and harder. Moving like a jack hammer Joe
pummelled Ginger's hole blind to the signs of orgasm in
Ginger.

     On an in stroke Ginger tightened, his ass clamping
down hard on to Joe, Joe pressed harder feeling himself
slide past the tightness only to have it released for
fraction of a second allowing him full entry before it
clamped down even tighter. Ginger screamed as Joe
swallowed his tongue and he returned his own violent
shout deep in to Ginger's mouth. His orgasm staying on
the edge of ecstasy and agony as Ginger's insides gripped
and spasmed around his throbbing cock. Joined at both
ends and joined at the heart they stayed in orgasm
together for eternity and more.

                        ...............

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