Date: Tue, 27 Mar 2012 11:57:49 +0100 From: Adam Stewart Subject: Number Twenty Five - part 1 This is a gay love story and is pure fiction. Warning - it contains explicit m/m sex. Number Twenty Five 1. "That guy keeps looking at you" "Who?" I say whilst still shaking my body to the beat of the music. "That guy over there" "Which guy?" I say thinking it could be one of many guys. "The hot looking blonde guy with a smooth body standing by the pillar with his drink in his hand" I look over to where my friend is indicating and see Mr blonde guy looking at me. "Nah, think he's looking at you mate" I say still shaking my bits. "No he's not, he's definitely looking at you; you should check him out" my friend says again. I say friend but in reality I'd only met him and his mate about two hours previous in a gay bar. Since I'd only arrived in Brighton that day and didn't know my way around they'd invited me to tag along with them to this club. I look over at Mr blonde guy again and he is still looking at me. He grins. I grin and he holds his glass up to acknowledge my grin. I stop dancing and start making my way towards him through the crowd of half-naked guys. Suddenly I make a turn in another direction towards the bar. I look at him and half indicate that I am going to get a drink. He is still looking at me intently and smiles. As I squeeze my way through yet more half-naked guys towards the queues at the bar my mind drifts back to how my life has got to this point. I was born in Cornwall on a farm owned by my father. I knew from an early age that I was gay. I was probably thirteen or fourteen when I made that realisation. All my school friends had girls and were always going on about them but I had none despite the fact that girls were always chasing me and wanting to go out with me. One in particular told me I was cute and very attractive. I couldn't see it but I knew I had a different skin tone to other children. Although my parents were white, well my mother was off white really, but it seemed I had an ancestor who was from Trinidad and the black gene had worked its way down to me. My sister, who was three years older, always said I had skin the colour of milk chocolate. I had short black hair, a smooth body with no hair apart from a thin line of black hair that ran down from my navel to a matte of short black pubic hair; 'short and curlies' one boy called them on seeing me naked one day in the changing room after swimming. Anyhow, I definitely didn't like girls; I found them too giggly and noisy for my liking. I much preferred being with boys, especially when I could see them naked or near naked! My father didn't really like me. I think he sometimes wondered whether he was really my father and when I eventually told him I was gay, that was the end. I was sixteen and he expected me to date girls and eventually marry one and have lots of kids but I told him that was never going to happen since I preferred boys. It was the first time I'd ever known my father to be speechless. He looked at me with complete disgust and walked off. We hardly spoke again after that. My sister was his favourite but she soon blotted her copy book when she announced she was pregnant and going to marry the father who was a local farm hand. She was seventeen at the time. My father ranted and raved and at one point I thought he was going to hit her but eventually he told her to get out; so she did! That left me all alone with my father because my mother had died when I was fourteen. She'd always been a very weak person, both mentally and physically. It seemed she had cancer and eventually died. I never saw my father have any tears over her death; in fact I think he was almost pleased to be rid of her. It just confirmed my thoughts about him; an uncaring pig of a man. Because I hated football and other games at school, I'd never join the other boys in such activities so I was always being bullied. Many a time I was called a sissy and a queer but I just ignored their jibes deciding it was the best thing to do. The only person who really understood me and seemed to like me was Ben who was one of the farm hands. He was three years older than me but he always made me feel special whenever I was with him. I spent more and more time with him when I wasn't at school and during the holidays. I used to help him round the farm and I really enjoyed his company. One day we were working in a barn well away from the main farm when he stripped off his shirt. It was a warm day and we'd been working hard moving bales of hay. For a moment I stared at his firm naked body. He grinned and moved towards me. "Why don't you slip this off" he said lifting my T over my head. I felt my cock harden as his warm hands brushed against my naked flesh. He was quick to notice and placed a hand on the enlarged organ beneath my jeans. "Want to see mine?" he asked slowly unfastening his jeans. I stood and watched without saying a word as he removed his trousers followed by his pants. He had a gorgeous body and a large cock which was now standing out erect. He moved up close and unfastened my trousers. I didn't know what to do so I let him continue undressing me. I was soon naked and showing off my erection. "Mm, that is a gorgeous cock" he exclaimed as he went down on me. I seem to remember he did get me right off but I was so terrified that I was doing something I shouldn't be doing or that someone was going to see us that I just froze. However, it wasn't until I was sixteen a year later that we eventually had sex. I can remember it now. It was the most perfect thing I'd ever experienced and I knew from that moment on that I only wanted to have sex with men! I left school and signed up for a two year computer training course at the local college. I loved working with computers and did very well. I tried to encourage my father to use a computer to help him manage the farm but he wasn't interested. Eventually I'd had enough so left home. I packed a holdall with as many clothes as I could fit in, grabbed my laptop which was my prize possession and set off. My father didn't even say goodbye or good luck. He just ignored me when I said I was leaving home and going to London. The only person who seemed sad at my departure was Ben. He hugged and kissed me and took me to the station. I'd put some money aside so I had sufficient to get me started and I was under the illusion that London was going to be wonderful and that I would find a job easily. On my first evening I met a guy in a gay bar. I'd been on the net and looked up where all the bars were situated and decided to see what and who I could find. I had nowhere to live and no idea of how to go about finding somewhere. I met Danny who was a few years older than me but he immediately took me under his wing. He said I could stay with him at his place. It turned out that he lived in a bed-sit which was situated in a rundown building. There were two single beds in the room with a basin. Everyone on that floor had to share the bathroom and a small kitchen, both of which were a complete mess. Often when I was in the bathroom other people would barge in whilst I was having a shower. Sometimes it would be males and sometimes females but nobody seemed to bother. One guy even came in and had a pee whilst I was washing myself. Danny was a nice guy and on our first night he fucked me. He seemed to think it was his right to do so since he'd provided a bed for me so I let him do so. It was purely a sexual act with no feeling but it seemed to satisfy his needs. Often I would come back of an evening and find him fucking a guy. Sometimes they'd stay the night and I would lie in my bed listening to the groans and grunts coming from his. In the half-light I could see a naked butt pumping up and down often well into the early hours. I managed to find a job with a small local company and they gave me more IT training. I enjoyed working there and the other staff seemed okay. No longer did I feel the odd one out and I suspect there were other gays but nothing ever happened. I was dying to get out of the dump I lived in with Danny but couldn't afford the prices being charged for decent accommodation. It was a long time before I realised that Danny was an escort; hence the number of guys who came round for sex. Don't get me wrong, I love sex but watching others at it night after night does get a bit tiresome! Every so often Danny would invite me to join in and sometimes I did but invariably I would stay out late and slip back in to go straight to bed. Suddenly my world collapsed. I went into work one morning to be told that the company had gone bust so everyone was being made redundant. "Don't worry" I was told, "you'll soon get another job in IT". Easier said than done, I found. Job after job I went for but each time I was told 'we're really looking for someone with more experience'. "How the hell do I get more experience if nobody is prepared to hire me?" I asked one guy when he gave me the usual response. He just smiled at me and showed me out the door. "Fuck you" I exclaim as I walk down the road feeling totally depressed. My money is rapidly running out and I am fed up. I return home to find Danny yet again fucking a guy. All I can see as I walk in is a naked butt humping up and down. "Hi Jimbo, come and join us" Danny calls out from the depths of the pillow into which his head is pressed whilst the other guy slams his cock in and out of Danny's arse. I ignore him and collect my few clothes together plus my other personal items. I put them into my holdall and walk out. "I'm off Danny, I won't be back, but thanks" I say as I walk out but Danny is too busy being fucked to notice. I'd had enough and not being able to get a job was the last straw. I therefore decide to try Brighton so here I am. I couldn't afford the train fare down so I got as far as I could using my pre-paid rail card and eventually got on the road I need to take me to Brighton. Once again I am reasonably fortunate because I am picked up by a guy who lives there. All the way down he chats me up and it is obvious he wants to get me back to his place. I am feeling so low that I just go along with him and accept his invitation to spend the night with him. "At least it will give you a roof over your head mate until you find something else." In reality of course, all he really wants is to fuck what he sees as being a cute arse! When we get to his place it is a small one bedroom flat with a living room and kitchenette and a bathroom. At least it is clean and one hundred per cent better than my room in London. "Bring your bag into the bedroom" Sam says having put a couple of ready-made meals into the microwave. As soon as we are in there, he says he needs to get out of his clothes and strips off his shirt and trousers. He is wearing a pair of tight fitting boxer shorts and I notice there is a very definite bulge. "Why don't you do the same" he says moving over to me and lifting my T over my head. Again I just stand there and let it all happen. It seems I am destined to be picked up and used. Before I can say anything he is unfastening my jeans and removing those as well. I am left standing in my scanty briefs and he immediately notices the erection that is rapidly forming. He kneels down in front of me, pulls my briefs down to my ankles and takes my organ into his mouth. As he cups my balls with one hand he sucks my cock. It is soon rock hard. "Wow, that's some cock you've got mate" he exclaims. Suddenly the microwave pings. "We'll have to come back to that later" he says standing up and going back into the living room. I pull up my briefs and follow him. Whilst we eat he says "I'm not gay you know; I just like fucking arse". When we'd eaten and piled the empty dishes into the sink, he leads me back into the bedroom. Without saying anything, he pushes me down on the bed and pulls my briefs off. He then tells me to kneel up on the bed. Suddenly I feel his hard cock pushing its way inside me. He thrusts himself in and out until he has clearly reached his climax. He pulls out and slaps my naked butt. I look round to see him pulling off his condom that is filled with his cum. Having thrown it into a bin he grins. He is just about to join me on the bed when his mobile rings. "Hi babe; yeah of course you can" he says. "Sorry mate but that's my girlfriend; she's coming round so could you make yourself scarce for a few hours; I'm hoping to get her into bed tonight!" He gives me a front door key and off I go. Fortunately I'd done some research beforehand and knew where to go to find the main gay bars. I find one and that's where I meet the two guys who invited me to tag along with them to the club. "Hi" a guy says behind me, bringing me back to reality. It's Mr blonde guy! "Hi" I reply. "Let me get you a drink" he says and asks what I want. Having got two drinks, he suggests we move to the side where it is quieter. "Hi once again, I'm Ryan" "Hi, I'm James ... not Jim, Jimmy, Jimbo, Jamie or any other derivative; just plain James" I reply. "James, nice name, I like James" Ryan says grinning. "Sorry, didn't mean to be so abrupt but I get fed up with being called every name under the sun except James; think I'm a bit hyped up; the guys I was with gave me an E; that with the alcohol and lack of food is probably not a good idea." "I agree James, it's not a good idea and you're probably already aware that you have to be very careful with some of the drugs doing the rounds." "Yeah, I know; don't normally do drugs but I needed something to perk me up today; had a lousy day, in fact a lousy few weeks." "Oh dear, want to talk about it?" "It's a long story" I reply. "I've got plenty of time if you have" Ryan says smiling. I look at him as I sip my drink. He seems a really nice guy and his smooth body and his blonde hair is certainly very appealing. I glance further down and can see a nice looking bulge there too! "I tell you what" Ryan then says, "why don't we go and get something to eat when we've finished these; you like fish and chips?" I tell him that I love fish and chips; they are one of my favourite dishes. He says he knows a wonderful fish shop nearby so suggests we leave the club and get some. "Where do you live James?" Ryan asks once we are on our way to the fish shop. I tell him about my temporary digs with the guy who'd given me a lift to Brighton earlier and that I had to disappear for the evening whilst his girlfriend was there. "Ah, I see, he wants you out of the way so he can get her into bed does he" Ryan giggles. "Yeah, seems that way although he says he also likes fucking arse" I reply chuckling. "Mm met his type before; but James, it's entirely up to you but you're very welcome to come back to my place if you want; please don't feel you have to." I like his honesty so I decide even if all he wants is to get me into bed for a good fuck then why not. I have nowhere else to go whilst my temporary flat mate is busy fucking his girl. "Okay, I'd like that Ryan, thanks." "Quite sure?" "Yep, quite sure" We have now reached the fish shop and purchase our fish and chips which Ryan insists on paying for even though I tell him I just about have enough money to pay for mine. He then leads me to his house in Bedford Row which looks to me to be very posh. "You wait till you see inside" Ryan chuckles as he opens the front door, "It's two houses knocked into one and I bought it a few weeks ago; it was a run down guesthouse so I'm in the process of renovating it into an upmarket gay bed and breakfast place; having done my research I've found there is a need for something a bit better than the norm round here so I've taken the plunge." Ryan invites me in and I can see that it resembles a building site. He then leads me through to the house next door and up some stairs. "My flat is small but that is finished" he explains as I watch his tight butt go in front of me up the stairs to the third floor. He then opens another front door which takes us into his flat. "It's just a living room, one bedroom, small kitchen and bathroom" he explains as he puts the fish and chips onto a small round table in the bay window of the living room, "but it will be fine for me since I'll be spending most of my time looking after guests." He then shows me round ending up in the bedroom. "Would you mind if I slip my shirt off James?" I look at him wondering why he's asked such a question. "It's your home Ryan, take off whatever you like". "Thanks, it's just that I like to relax without the constriction of clothes; feel free to do the same if you want" he replies as he slips out of his T shirt and jeans. For a moment I just look at him in his tight pair of briefs. The remainder of his body is just as gorgeous as the top part I'd seen at the club and by the bulge in the front of his briefs he also has plenty to offer in that department. He glances at me as he carefully folds his clothes and lays them on a chair. I think 'what the hell, if it's a ruse to get me naked to fuck me so what' so I slip off my own T shirt and jeans to join him. "Wow, you really do have a nice body James; can I kiss you?" "Yours is not bad either" I remark looking once again at the bulge down below before moving into his kiss. Having given me a very nice kiss, he grins and walks back into the living room, "We'd better eat this fish before it gets cold; can I get you a beer?" I nod and take from him the bottle of Bud he has got out of the fridge. Having unwrapped the fish and put it onto a couple of plates we sit down. "So James, tell me your story, I'm all ears." For some reason I tell him my life history right from childhood up to how I found myself in Brighton. He listens intently throughout not saying a word. "Wow, you really have had a shitty time haven't you, no wonder you needed an E tonight" he finally says when I'd finished, "So what are your plans now?" "Not sure really; I was hoping to find some work in Brighton; ideally in IT if I could but otherwise a bar job or something to get some money so I can afford somewhere to live." Ryan continues eating his fish and chips for a moment without saying anything. "Let me tell you what I'm trying to do here James." He then explains about his dream to run a good quality gay bed and breakfast establishment and that he in fact is a writer of gay books. It seems he was lucky enough to have a film producer buy the rights of one of his books to make into a film. "That's why I was able to buy this place; I've put almost all of that money into this project but I'm confident that it will work." "How are you going to do it all on your own?" I ask. "That's a very good point James; I can't so I'll need to employ someone to help me; to be honest I could do with someone with your IT knowledge because I want to have everything streamlined and a website through which guys can book rooms." "How many rooms will you have when the refurbishment is done?" "Eight, but I'm only doing breakfast; I reckon I can cope with that but I will need assistance with the admin side of things and probably with cleaning and changing beds and stuff in the busy season." I look at him as I finish my food. Is he sounding me out for a job? Do I want to come and work for a guy I didn't even know? "Do you not have a boyfriend?" I ask leaving the other topic to one side for a moment. Ryan grins, "Nope, I'm afraid not; haven't yet found Mr Right I suppose; how about you?" "Same here, all I seem to find are guys who just want to give me a good fuck and then move on; I've lost count how many guys I've had flings with but none of them have lasted more than a few weeks; perhaps its me." "I'm sure that's not true James; you appear to me to be a very genuine loving guy; I think you've just been unlucky; but tell me, how would you define your Mr Right?" I think for a moment before answering. I say I am looking for a guy who is good looking, of similar age, is reasonably intelligent, has a sense of humour, is kind hearted, a good kisser and is looking for a stable relationship. "Oh, and good in bed!" I add grinning, "How about your Mr Right?" "Before I answer that James can I ask how old you are?" "Twenty two; and you?" "Twenty five, so that's one of my criteria ticked off because I too am ideally looking for a guy of similar age. Otherwise I would have to list all the other things you've mentioned, so how do I measure up against your list?" Ryan adds grinning. "From what I've seen so far I would say most boxes have been ticked except for the 'good in bed' box but we haven't tested that yet!" "Mm, that's not a bad start is it?" he laughs. "How about your list?" I ask. "Likewise; as soon as I saw you on the dance floor I had a good feeling about you James and now I've got to know more about you I think you're a lovely guy." We grin at each other and he puts his hand across the table to touch mine. "I don't expect you to make a decision here and now James, but would you consider joining me in my new venture?" "To do what exactly?" I ask although I have a fairly good idea from what he's already said. "To help me set up the IT side of things; possibly some of the admin things; designing a website; and if you're willing to help with the general chores along with me." "I'm very tempted to say yes but don't you think we'd better get to know each other more first of all?" I say. "Possibly but I have always considered myself good at making immediate judgements, especially about people and from what I've seen and heard so far I'm sure you're the right guy but we could always give it a try to see how things go." I think for a moment. Am I jumping into something I'd regret? Should I look round to see what other jobs are around? On the other hand this would use my IT skills and I rather fancy the idea of doing something like this. "I'd have to find somewhere to live" I remark. "You're welcome to live here if you want" Ryan replies, "either with me or if you preferred not to do that we could convert one of the attic rooms for you to use; but I'll be honest James, I like what I see and I think we'd make a good team and I'd be willing to bring you into the business rather than just be an employee." "Wow, that's quite a commitment and a risk from your point of view; let's face it you've only just met me." "I know but I've never felt more sure about anything in my whole life James; why don't you sleep on it and perhaps spend some time here with me and see how you feel after that; if you decide it's not for you or you feel we wouldn't get on well together then you can walk away; there's still lots of building work to do yet so we won't be up and running for a few weeks and if necessary I could just employ you to set up the IT side of things because I'm fairly inexperienced when it comes to computers and stuff." I think again for a moment. Ryan's proposal sounds very reasonable. Let's face it I have no job to go to and no place to live apart from temporary lodging with a guy who just wants to stick his dick up my arse. I like Ryan and think it could work. "Okay, you're on; when do I start?" I laugh. Ryan stands up and puts his arms round me, "Thank you James, I'm sure you won't regret it" he says as he kisses me. The feel of his strong arms makes me feel safe and I love it. He is also a very good kisser! We clear away the dishes and Ryan makes a pot of coffee. "Still waiting for the sofa and chairs to be delivered I'm afraid" he explains when he suggests we go and lay on the bed to drink it. We chat about our new venture and our past lives. I also ask him lots of questions about his writing of gay novels. Every so often he places a comforting hand on my naked leg and I do the same to him but not once does he try to get into my pants. I respect him for that and make no attempt to do anything like that to him. We just take things slowly. "We'd better settle down I think" Ryan eventually says as he takes the coffee cups back into the kitchen, "I've got a plumber coming in the morning to plumb in the room en-suites". I am happy to get some sleep since I am tired out. "Do you mind if I sleep naked?" he then asks, "always do and always have so don't own pyjamas but if you prefer I could wear my briefs." I grin and pull him towards me, "You really are sweet Ryan; of course I don't mind; I was rather hoping you would because that's how I always sleep!" We kiss and both slip off our underpants before climbing into bed. He puts his arm round me and hugs me tight. His comforting arm feels good as I slip into a deep slumber. ******* The next chapter of 'Number Twenty Five' will be available shortly. I welcome comments so feel free to do so by sending me an email. Don't forget that Nifty needs donations to host stories like these. See the Donate link to make your donation. Thanks. Other stories by Adam Stewart: Moving Forward Love at Last Gary's Story Finding Ryan The Advert