Date: Thu, 10 Apr 2003 16:23:20 EDT
From: Richard <allbeared@aol.com>
Subject: A Winters Tale Part1

This is gay fiction. If you don't like it, don't read it.

A Winter's Tale Part one

	It was bloody cold, that was the only thought in my head as I
walked over to my car, a battered old Fiesta. I'd been working all day in
this freezing wind and I wanted to get back to my cosy house. When you are
a builder you get as much done outside as you can on the dry days and today
had been dry, even if it had been bloody cold. The boss had said that the
forecast was bad for the next couple of days, snow and sleet, so not to
bother coming in until Monday, today was Wednesday. I hated these lay-offs,
but in my forty years on the sites I'd got myself prepared for them and I
always had cash saved for the bad days or took a job decorating. I know
that makes me fifty-five, but I'm a fairly fit fifty-five, I do have a
small beer belly, but the rest of me is in pretty good shape.

	This job was way out in the wilds and it was a good job I had my
car, we all did, some shared with others if they lived close enough to each
other. I hadn't got anyone to give a lift to, as I lived in the opposite
direction to the rest of the gang, they all lived in, and around, Epsom
whereas I lived in a house by the sea. It used to be my dads, but when he
died as I was the only son it came to me. It was a bit big and I only used
some of the rooms, but the other rooms were always ready in case anyone
came to stay, as they had been when dad was alive and his room is virtually
as it was when he died. I just hadn't got out of the habit of not going in
there I guess.

	After I got of the motorway I was on one of the many country roads
around here, it had started to rain and turned dark so I put my lights on.
It's a good job I did because as I went round a sharp bend I caught a
glimpse of some dark shadow moving on my side of the road. I stood on the
brakes and came to a bit of a slippery stop, but I still felt a bump. Oh
shit I'd hit something was all I could think as I got out of the car. I
reached for the torch I always carry and turning it on went to the front of
the car. The edge of my lights picked out a shape on the bank of the road,
I turned and went over to see what it was. The grass was still pretty long
here, the council don't cut it after the end of August, as I shone my torch
on it I could see that it was a duffel bag/holdall type of thing. My mind
woke up Fucking hell I've hit someone, but where the hell are they? As I
looked around a groan came out of the dark, I shone the torch toward it and
there was a guy sitting in the grass by the side of the car and out of my
lights.

	"Are you OK?" I asked in what I hoped was a pleasant, if shaky,
voice.

	"Oh yes I'm fine, as I jumped out of the way your car caught my bag
and threw it over there. I'll have a bruised arse, but that's all" I sighed
with relief and went over to him. As he stood up I realised that this was a
big guy, I'm nearly six foot and he was at least three inches taller than
me. I went with him to his bag, just to make sure nothing was damaged and
as he picked it up I asked him what he was doing on this road at this time
of night

	"Walking" was the reply I got "Just walking" It seemed a bit odd to
be alone on this road as it only went to a small town about 8 miles from my
house.  "Look can I give you a lift? After all its starting to rain and you
have been shaken up" As I said this he turned to face me in the cars
headlights. If I'd been a woman I reckon that I'd have run screaming at the
sight of that face.

He had a black beard which was bushy and looked unkempt, but it was his
eyes that were the frightening part, they were piercing. In this light I
couldn't see what colour they were, but they stared out of his face and
impaled you in their gaze. As I dragged my eyes down from his I saw his
nose was crooked and there seemed to be a scar on his left cheek. He had a
woollen hat pulled down over his head and a long black coat buttoned up to
his neck, so all I could see was those eyes.

	"That is kind of you" he said, considering his size and looks he
had a nice voice and spoke as though he had been well educated. I was a bit
comforted by that thought. I took his bag and tossed it into the back of
the car as he got in to the passengers seat.

	"Where do you want to go?" I asked.

	"I hadn't really thought about it" he said and went on "I've been
living rough, sleeping in barns and the such like. I haven't got anywhere
to go I just wander. I pick up odd jobs here and there that buys me enough
food to get by, but now that winters coming in its going to get hard" I
nodded in agreement as I started the car up and drove on.

	He didn't say anything for the next five miles and when I looked
over he was asleep. Poor sod must be knackered. I'll offer him a room for
tonight and see what he says. Shortly after I turned up into the driveway
of my house. The stranger woke up and looked at the house in front of us
and then looked at me.  "I was wondering if you'd like to stay the
night. I've got plenty of room as you can see and there's a bath with as
much hot water as you want" He stared at me for what seemed like minutes,
but was probably only seconds, it was those eyes they were
hypnotising. Then he said

	"That would be great thank you very much" I let him through the
front door and turned the lights on in the passage and he followed me
through to the kitchen.

	"Sit down I'll make a mug of coffee, if that's OK? Get yourself
comfortable" He just nodded and sat in one of the kitchen chairs, I went
out and got my jacket hung up and had a quick piss in the downstairs
toilet. When I got back to the kitchen he was still sat where I'd left him,
he hadn't taken his coat off or even undone it. I knew he'd get pretty warm
as I had my thermostats timed for an hour before I was due home and I keep
the house warm. Well usually I like to walk around in the nude, I don't
have that many callers and I'm usually dressed up all day.

	"How do you like your coffee?" I asked as the kettle began to boil.
"Strong, milk and two sugars please" I made the coffee's and, giving him
is, sat down opposite him.

	"What's your name? Or rather what do you like to be called? I'm
Ronald, but I prefer Ron or Ronnie" I asked. He stared at me again, it was
a strange feeling having those eyes piercing into you, it was as though
they were looking into depths of your soul.

	"I like to be called Dev....." he paused "Its short for Devlin. Why
are you doing this?" Now it was my turn to pause. Why was I doing it? I
couldn't think of any good reason so I said

	"Well I knocked you down and I guess that I'm trying to make up for
that in some way" He stared at me again and then looked at his coffee and
took a sip of it. As he put his mug on the table he said

	"I suppose that's as good a reason as any" and shrugged.

We sat in silence and finished our coffee, I was getting very warm now as I
wasn't used to having my clothes on in here, looking at him he must be
sweltering as he still hadn't undone his coat. Perhaps he didn't want me to
see what his clothes were like or something, I don't know, I give up.

	"If you want to follow me I'll show you where everything is and you
can have a wash and brush up if you like" He followed me like a lamb, but
looking like a wolf, upstairs. I gave him the room the other side of the
corridor to mine and next door to the bathroom, I pointed out my room and
said that I'd go first in the bathroom as I wanted a shower, I also told
him that he could use what he liked in the bathroom as there was plenty to
go round. I got in my room and dropped my clothes off immediately, God that
was nice! I wrapped a robe around me and went and took my shower. After I
dried off I was pulling my robe back on when he walked in, I'd forgotten
that there was a lock on the door as I so rarely use it.

	His eyes ran over me in a flash and I felt as though he had probed
every inch of me. I hastily pulled the robe together and said

	"Carry on Dev its all yours" When I got back in my room, I was
breathless and I could feel my pulse racing. My cock was semi-hard and I
felt as though I'd been caught wanking by my father. What the hell was I
doing...Its my fucking house. After a while I calmed down and got myself
into a T-shirt and a pair of summer shorts, then I went downstairs again,
as I walked past the bathroom door I could hear the shower going, so he was
still in there. I went back out to the kitchen, turned the oven on, got a
couple of pizza's out of the freezer and put them in the oven. They would
take about half an hour or so, I was hungry and I suspected that the poor
sod upstairs probably was as well. I got myself a beer and sat down to
wait.

	After about twenty minutes he came downstairs and he was still
wearing his bloody coat, but when I looked down I could see that his legs
and feet were bare. What the hell is going on?

	"I've put a pizza in the oven for you, I suppose I should have
asked first, but most people eat pizza" I said, then looking at him I added
"You could have left you coat upstairs and just been in your y fronts I
wouldn't have minded. I go around naked when I haven't got company" I got
up and checked the pizza's when I turned round he'd taken his coat
off......And was totally naked. He hadn't been wearing anything under that
coat.

	"I took the chance to give my clothes a brush down and wash some
stuff while I was in the bathroom, I hope you don't mind?" I was stunned
for a moment or two and the only answer I could come up with was

	"Uh...yes... I see Ummm You could have given them to me theres a
washing machine down here" I was staring at his body. It wasn't thin or fat
just well built, he was covered in hair you couldn't tell where his beard
ended and the rest began, it was a mass of hair all the way down to his
feet, black curly hair. The last time I'd seen this much hair was at the
zoo on a gorilla, but the gorilla hadn't had a cock like this man's. It was
soft and looked as though it was about 9 inches long with a pair of huge
hanging balls beneath it. I tore my eyes away from the sight of this man's
equipment and hastily turned toward the cupboard to get plates and cutlery
for our pizza's.

	I'd known that I was queer since I was about twelve years old, but
when I was younger you didn't let anyone else know. Over the years I'd had
a lot of friends who I'd had sex with, none of it completely satisfying
although it was good at the time, I'd never had a long time partner either,
in my job as a builder I'd have not got a job let alone carry on working,
it must be nearly as bad as football with its homophobia. Now, seeing this
guy my cock had started to rise and, as usual I'd started leaking precum
into my shorts. I kept my back to him as I thought of what to say and until
my cock subsided. I don't know what I said, it was just things that popped
into my head, all I knew was that I couldn't say anything about that
cock.....I asked his age and got "51" in response, like all his answers
they were one word or as short as possible. It was almost as though he
couldn't or rather wouldn't talk.

	After what seemed like forever, but could only have been, ten
minutes the oven 'pinged' at me and I knew the pizza's were ready. I got
them out and put them on plates and when I walked over to the table I
noticed that he was sat down again and all I could see of him was his head
and chest, but even that started my cock stirring. I put his plate down and
sat down quickly, my shorts were quite tight and I didn't want my bulging
to show. We ate our meal in silence and when we had finished I swung round
and got a beer from the fridge, I offered Dev one and he said "Thanks" I
didn't bother with glasses, when you are a single guy you save on as much
washing up as you can.

	I wanted to ask Dev so much, but all that kept coming to mind was
that lovely cock of his so instead I asked about the scar on his face. He
put his fingers to it and as he touched it his eyes, those startling eyes,
began to fill with tears.

	"If it's a problem you don't have to tell me" I said. He shook his
head "No, no its just a painful memory, but it was three years ago now and
I have never told anyone about it, never had anyone to tell it to I
suppose" He then told me how he and his partner had been in business
together for ten years and built it up over those years to be successful,
so successful that they had had an offer that they couldn't refuse. The day
that the deal was completed they went straight from the office to a local
pub and started to celebrate and they just went on celebrating all evening
until at about two in the morning they decided to go home. While they were
walking to get a cab a couple of guys walked up and drawing a knife,
demanded their wallets. Dev tried to talk to then, but one of them got
angry and slashed him across the face, he fell to the ground bleeding
profusely and shocked trying to hold his face together. Through blurred
vision he saw his partner go to help him and then his partner lurched and
fell on top of him. Dev said that he doesn't really remember much else
until he woke up in hospital after being stitched up and people were being
nice to him. He kept asking where Rob his partner was and eventually they
told him that he had died, that he had been dead by the time the
para-medics got to them. He was devastated and because of his injury he
couldn't go to the funeral either. They never caught the two guys and as he
couldn't live in his place anymore, too many memories, he sold up and just
went hiking up and down the country.

	It was quite a story and I told him so, the only problem for me
was; I couldn't work out if 'the partner' was another man who he lived with
or just a business partner, but before I could ask him he said

	"And what about you? This big house and all on your own?" Oh well
in for a penny, in for a pound I suppose. So I told him that I was gay and
lived on my own because I hadn't found the person to live with yet. Of
course I filled in the other details about the house and my job. He didn't
look shocked when I told him I was gay, so I just carried on talking,
trying desperately not to let my eyes wander down to that fur covered
chest. He must have trimmed his beard while he was in the bathroom, because
it seemed to be closer to his face now. I got another couple of beers from
the fridge and suggested that we go into the other room. I put the plates
into the sink as we went out and into the front room. As he walked down the
passage in front of me I could see that there wasn't a space anywhere on
him without hair and the sight of that hairy arse had my cock twitching.

	By the time we got to the front room I was sweating, but it wasn't
from the heat or the exertion of walking fifteen feet to the front room, it
was the sight of this guys body. I still didn't know what his preference
was or even if he swung both ways, but I sure as hell was going to do my
best to find out, he may think he is leaving tomorrow, but if I get my way
he won't. I sat down in my usual chair and Dev sat on the settee, well he
slumped rather than sat. The settee was one of the most uncomfortable
pieces of furniture I'd ever owned. It looked good in the shop, it still
looks good, until you sit on the bloody thing then either the seat is too
long or the height is wrong. The only way to be comfortable on it is to lie
full length. I told Dev this and he swung his legs up on the seat ad was
soon stretched out full length on it. That was an awesome sight I can tell
you. I picked up the remote and turned the TV on for the news, it was all
the usual stuff, fighting in the Middle East and some politician had been
caught with someone else, but was denying it. I waited until the weather
had come on, they forecast that this rain and sleet would go on Tuesday or
at least change, then turned it off.Dev looked at me a bit quizzically.

	 "I'm afraid I'm not a fan of the TV, I never have been, I only
turn it on if theres anything interesting and when that's finished I turn
it off. I'll put some music on though I like some noise in the background"
I didn't know what was in the CD player, but I turned it on with the remote
and turned it down a bit so that we could chat, I hoped. "So Dev, you're
not...um.. bothered about my being gay then?"

	"No, no reason" Was the terse reply I got Well that didn't get me
very far, did it?

	"You can stay here for a while if you want. I won't be working
until the earliest Tuesday so its not a problem"

	"Thanks, I'll let you know" He said. This was bloody hard work, it
was easier building a brick wall!! "If you don't mind I'm going to turn in,
I didn't get many lifts today and I'm feeling tired. Thanks for the food
and taking me in" and with that Dev left the room.

	"Goodnight" I called after him, whether he heard or not I don't
know, because I didn't get any answer.I sat and wrote a couple of letters
to old friends, but my mind was on Dev and his body. After a couple of
hours I went to bed myself, his door was firmly shut as I went past it to
the bathroom and I behaved myself...I didn't rush in and ravish him, I just
went and had a piss, cleaned my teeth then off to bed. It didn't take me
long to drop off, it had been a hard days work for me as well, but as I
slipped into sleep, my cock was hard in my hand, my mind was still thinking
about Dev.

	I woke with a start as the door opened, it was pitch dark. At first
I thought that I was imagining things, but then he got in bed with
me. Before I could say anything his mouth was covering mine and we were
kissing as though our mouths were glued together. My cock was rigid and as
I ran my hand down through all the hair on his body I felt his nipples come
erect, so I squeezed them between my thumb and forefinger, he moaned in my
mouth. I took my lips away from his and moved them to his right nipple. I
sucked it deep into my mouth, he had very large nipples and as I sucked and
nibbled at them they got harder and harder. I moved my hand down to his
cock, My god if I thought it was big before, it was bloody massive now. I
ran my hand up the shaft and discovered that he still had an overlap of
foreskin. I slipped a finger inside his foreskin and as soon as I touched
his cockhead my finger was covered in precum, it felt like a river of
precum inside that silky flesh. I wanted this cock in my mouth and so I
carried on kissing him lower and lower down his body until my lips met the
base of the shaft.

It seemed as though he moved me effortlessly into the sixty-nine position
and his mouth was sucking on my balls. I was moving my mouth slowly up the
shaft of his cock until I found the loose skin at the top in my mouth. I
inserted my tongue inside and ran it round the head, lapping up his precum,
as my tongue ran under the head and it touched the piece of skin that
joined his foreskin to the head. His whole body seemed to twitch and a
spurt of precum landed on my tongue, I touched it again and the same thing
happened. I love precum and I could spend the whole night milking his cock
for his precum. Then I felt his hands on my arse cheeks, they were parting
them and his fingers were probing my arsehole. I relaxed my arsehole and I
felt a finger inside my arse, it felt great. His finger went deeper and
deeper and then he found my prostrate, that was when the top of my head
went through the ceiling. I was in heaven as he pressed it gently and
massaged it with his finger.

As soon as he hit my prostrate, I took my tongue out of his foreskin and
tried to swallow his cock whole, I couldn't get it all in, but I gave it as
good a try as I could. It felt as though his cock was halfway down my
throat and still I hadn't got it all in. The massaging of my prostrate
finished and I didn't want it to, I tried to get my arse to follow the
finger, but as I took my mouth away from his cock I felt him turn and his
cock was pressing against the entrance to my arse. Oh my god, I'll never
take all of that massive piece of meat inside. Then I felt the head of his
cock start to enter me..........Why was the phone ringing now.....I'm not
going to answer it.....Go away, I'm being fucked by........ But I'm not !!!
As I woke up I realised that I'd been dreaming and the phone was, in
reality, my alarm clock. My cock was rigid, it had been a very realistic
dream. I laid there and re-living my dream I started to rub my cock,
thinking about the taste of his precum, the size of his cock. With that
thought I reached into the bedside table's drawer and got my favourite
dildo out and rubbing some cream on it, slowly slid it in my arse. Once it
was all in I laid there holding it deep inside, while I got my cock back to
hard again.

Knock....Knock someone was at the bedroom door. All I could do was call out
"Come in" as I pulled the duvet back over me. It was Dev and he had a mug
of what smelled like coffee in his hand

"As I was up I heard your alarm go off and thought you might like a coffee"
He was naked and my arse twitched, making the dildo rub against my
prostrate, as I saw that cock hanging down between his legs. I moaned and
Dev said

"Are you OK?"

"Oh yes, I'm fine" I replied, but thinking about that cock in my arse

"I've been thinking about your offer from last night Ron and I'd like to
take you up on it. I need a break and you seem a nice guy" as he said this
he was staring at me and his eyes seemed to be going right through me.

"Yes of course, that's fine. I have to go and get some food later on if you
fancy a trip into town?" as I asked him this he looked away and there was a
troubled look on his face.

"If you don't mind Ron, I won't come with you, I'm not overly fond of towns
as you can imagine" I said I didn't mind and told him that I'd probably be
about three hours. "That's OK I'll have a browse through your books and see
if I like your type of reading material" He gave a small laugh and left the
room. I breathed a sigh of relief and in doing so caused the dildo to move
in my arse again. Id gone off the idea of a wank now and so I eased the
dildo out, put it to one side, and got out of bed. I decided not to get
dressed yet and went downstairs.

While Dev and I were having a leisurely breakfast I told him about my job,
the house and various other things. I asked him if there was anything I
could get him in town

"Well I could do with another shirt, one of those denim ones and a pair of
jeans as well if you don't mind?" He gave me his measurements and after we
had finished our coffee I went up stairs with him, pointing to the last
door in the passage I said

"That was my dad's room there are a lot of clothes in the wardrobe, if you
want to have a rummage through you might find something that fits you, my
dad was about your size" he said thanks and went in his room and I went to
get dressed. As I walked out of my room he opened his door and said

"I hope you didn't think I expected you to buy those jeans and things" and
he pushed a bundle of notes into my hand. "Well OK if you're sure" I
said. After I'd got in the car I counted the bundle of notes I'd stuffed in
my pocket £200.00 Bloody hell that was a lot of cash for a guy like him
to be carrying.

By the time I'd got through the morning shoppers, why is it I always get
the slowest check out girl, and then bought Dev's clothes I needed
something to eat so I popped in for a pub lunch, but only a coke to drink,
I don't believe in drinking and driving. After lunch I had a walk around
some of the other shops and then remembered. that although my food was in
cool containers, if I didn't get back soon it would all be defrosted. On
the way back I got to thinking about Dev, his cock, his body and how, and
why, I was so interested. In the end I decided that it was just my hormones
playing havoc with my brain. I parked the car and grabbing a handful of
bags and cooler box went indoors. I peeked in the front room, but there was
no sign of Dev, Probably up stairs And went back to get the rest of the
stuff. I put the frozen stuff in the freezer and unpacked everything else
and put it away. I got the clothes I'd bought and took them
upstairs. Knocking on Dev's door I opened it and walked in, the room was
empty. Where the hell is he? I dropped the stuff on the bed and looked
around, well he was still here because all his clothes were around the
room. I walked out of the room and looked around me, opened my door, the
bathroom and he wasn't in either of them. I walked down to my fathers room,
opened the door and walked in.

There he was sitting on the floor, totally naked, with several shoeboxes
around him. I recognised then as coming from the back of dad's wardrobe,
I'd never opened or looked in them, I suppose that I'd forgotten about
them. Dev looked up at me and said

"I'm sorry, you said to try some of the clothes on in here. As I pulled
that coat out I knocked one of these over" he waved at the shoeboxes "Do
you know whats in them?" I shook my head "Photo's hundreds of bloody
photo's. Take a look" and he handed me a bunch of them. I was going to say
something about he shouldn't have looked in there, when I looked down at
the photo's. Talk about speechless, I just flicked through them and went
and sat on the bed looking at Dev

"Uh...Umm....Are they all like this?" He waved around him

"Yes they are...Take a good look there must be over a thousand photo's
here" I took another look at the photo's in my hand, realised what I was
looking at and went over to where Dev was. I picked up pile after pile of
photo's and I knew what I was looking at. My father. Dev looked at me and
said grinning

"I hadn't realised that you were a porn star"

"Its not me Dev, its my dad" I replied as I kept staring at the pictures.

There was dad sucking someone's cock, someone sucking his, dad being
fucked, dad fucking another guy, three and more men fucking and sucking
with dad in the middle. There were positions in these pictures that I'd
only dreamed about. I hadn't known about these at all or about dad, I was
shocked, no not shocked, just amazed and stunned that my dad had been doing
these things. Judging by the age of dad in some of the photo's he had
started young and was still carrying on up until just before he had
died. It was a wonder that he hadn't got rid of all these, maybe he had
meant to, but death caught up with him too quickly. My dad was gay. Those
words just kept going round and round in my head as I sat there and stared
at all those photo's . No wonder he'd been able to afford this house and
all the other stuff, my dad was gay.....Fucking bloody hell!!! All sorts of
memories came flowing back to me and they were making sense now. I
remembered that mum and dad hadn't lived together, but I'd taken it as
being 'one of those things that happen'. When mum died, I was about 16 I
think, we had gone to the funeral, but although I'd been spoken to by all
the relatives, hardly anyone had spoken to dad, another 'one of those
things'.

"What are you going to do with them?" I looked up, I hadn't heard what Dev
had said so he repeated it for me.

"I don't know, I shall have to think about it. Its...it's a bit of a shock"
I said.

"I can see that" Dev said and walked over and sat down beside me on the
bed. He put his arm around me and I turned into him and had another shock
as I realised that I was crying. Crying all over Dev's naked chest, well as
naked as a hairy chest like that can be. Dev pulled me close and reaching
with his free hand, he turned my face up towards his and kissed me gently
on the lips.

"Its Ok" he murmured as he held me and kissed me again. This time as he
kissed me I opened my lips to say something and found that his tongue was
blocking my mouth. That kiss was wonderful it sent messages all over my
body, it went into places I'd forgotten about, it seemed to go on for
hours.

My free hand went over his chest and finding one of his nipples, I started
to play with it, tweaking and squeezing it, his tongue was filling my
mouth, filling me and my hand dropped to his lap. He was hard and rigid, I
stroked my hand along the shaft and felt his precum oozing through his
foreskin. I slid a finger into the foreskin to try and find the source of
all that juice and as I touched the head of his cock I knew I'd found
it. His cockhead was covered in precum. I forced my mouth away from his and
squirming round got his cockhead in my mouth and where my finger had been I
now followed with my tongue. The taste of his precum sent another shock
through my body. I couldn't understand what was happening to me, I'd wanted
this man in my dreams last night and now I had him.

I realised that his hands were undoing my clothes as I sucked his cock deep
in my mouth. Without any trouble he got me naked and placed a hand on my
arse cheeks, he just stroked them gently, then I felt him parting them and
his fingers touched my arsehole, I went deeper onto his cock. There was no
way that I could get the whole of his cock in my mouth, especially in the
position I was in at the moment, but I was certainly getting about three
quarters of it in.

His fingers left my arse for a moment and when they returned I could feel
wetness on them, he must have spat on them to get them that wet. Slowly he
worked a finger into my hole, as it reached the muscle just inside I tried
not to clamp down, without success. Dev was patient and waited until I'd
got used to his finger being there and then he pressed a bit harder and it
slid inside without a problem. It felt so good and he knew what he was
doing as it went deeper and deeper until it reached my prostrate. He rubbed
his finger over my 'magic button' and I could feel my precum begin to
stream out of my cock. Then suddenly I realised that he had moved and his
mouth was around my cock, not just part of it, but all of it, his nose was
buried in my balls. His finger was massaging the inside of my arse and I
was getting very near to shooting my load, Dev must have realised this and
slid his finger out and took his mouth of my cock, I lifted my head and
looked at him, his huge cock laid itself on my neck,

"I dreamed of doing this with you last night Dev" I said "But, in the dream
you left before we could finish" Dev was quiet for a moment and then he
said

"Since Doug, my partner, died I haven't had a man in my arms or anywhere
for that matter. We were so much to each other"

"Lets go to my bedroom" I said and with that we got of the bed, leaving the
photo's, 'those photo's', scattered all over the place, there would be time
for those later.

When we got to my bedroom I immediately got on the bed and Dev laid down
beside me, we kissed again and yet again I felt that tingle all through my
body. I wanted to be completely engulfed by this man, swallowed so that I
could live inside him and feel everything he was feeling. My own cock
hadn't gone down at all in the short pause we had taken and his had only
gone to 'half-mast' I wanted everything this man could give me, I'd never
felt like this before, What the hell was happening to me? But I don't care,
I rolled onto my belly and pushed my arse up in the air, I felt like a
slut, but what the hell. Dev came up behind me and started to play with my
arsehole, pushing first one finger in me and then another. The next thing I
knew his face was in-between my arse cheeks, I could feel his beard on my
skin and what a wonderful sensation it was. Then I nearly went through the
roof as the tip of his tongue touched my hole, if his kiss was an electric
shock then this was dynamite, and I was the one about to explode.

His tongue slipped into my hole easily and then it just seemed as though it
went forever up inside me. I've been rimmed before, but this wasn't rimming
this was a total tongue fuck. His tongue was alive inside me moving in and
out, round and around. I didn't want it to ever end. As his tongue slowly
exited from my arse I felt empty as though a large part of me had
disappeared and then I felt his cockhead pressing at my hole. His fingering
and his tonguing had made me relaxed and ready, I needed to be filled
again. Slowly his cockhead slid into my wet and waiting hole, it felt so
good, and then it was going deeper and that was good as well. I reached
behind me and touched his cock, he still had only half of it in me. My god!
Am I going to be able to take all of this. He stopped then and started
working his cock in and out and every time he went in, he went in a little
further. It was wonderful as his cockhead rubbed over my prostrate, I knew
that I was being fucked by a real man.

"Ron this isn't going to work, at least not this time. Why don't you try
and sit on me?" Sit on him? Would I get it all that way? As he pulled out
of me I was filled again by that feeling of emptiness, but he lay on the
bed beside me with a huge erection, I just hadn't realised how large this
man was. I reached into the bedside cabinet and got my cream out, taking
some on my fingers I smeared it all over his cock and then used the
remainder on my arsehole, pushing it deep in me with my fingers. I put the
cream down and then sat astride him, slowly I lowered my arse onto his
cock. The first part went easily and I was soon flying high with the feel
of him inside me. His hands came up and started to play with my nipples, I
lowered my self some more on to his huge cock, My god how much more was
there! My arse felt as though it was full this man was stretching me more
than I had ever been stretched in my life and I wanted it all. Again I
pushed myself down further onto him, Dev was being very good, he wasn't
forcing me or forcing himself upwards, he was just lying there and letting
me do everything at my own speed. Then I gave a small wriggle and bang! He
was in, in me with every single inch and it was a wonderful feeling having
him fill me like this.

We rested for a while to give me time to adjust to this massive piece of
flesh inside my arse, this wonderful weapon of love. I wanted this man to
shoot his load into me, I wanted everything that he could give me, I began
to move around a little on it to get myself comfortable. I could feel the
hair on the side of his body between my thighs, the hair around his balls
against my arse, I knew that I was in heaven. As I moved and got
comfortable so he pushed up with his pelvis, his cock went even further
into me, I reached behind me and parted my arse cheeks so that I was tight
against his body. I raised my body off of him a little and then let my arse
engulf him once more, the next time I went higher and each time when I came
back down on him I had this feeling of completeness. I'd never known this
was how a true fuck should be, but I knew that I wanted this more than
anything I'd ever wanted. I started to go up and down on his beautiful
shaft faster and faster, each time I went up he'd raise his arse off the
bed so that when I came down on him I was forcing his cock deep in me.
Faster and faster we went, I felt his cockhead swelling in me and I knew he
was going to cum. I rammed myself hard down on him and his cock was
twitching and jumping inside my arsehole as his hot cum filled me. Suddenly
I realised that I was cumming, not just cumming it was shooting out of my
piss slit, shooting onto his chest and belly, shooting everywhere as my
cock jerked itself off. Apart from wet dreams as a kid, this was the first
time I had ever had an orgasm without touching myself.

I collapsed on top of Dev, kissing him and pulling him to me, his arms went
round my body and held me as I quivered with the excitement of my orgasm.
"You are the first" he whispered in my ear. I didn't really take in what he
was saying so I murmured something about he was wonderful and snuggled
closer into his furry pelt. As his cock gradually went soft I felt the
emptiness in my arse, from being so ful to being like a vacuum, Would my
arsehole ever recover? I doubted it. As the final part of his cock left my
arsehole I rolled off of him and laid down alongside him, my arse felt as
though it had been stretched beyond all hope of recovery, but I knew that
wasn't true, it was just such a wonderful feeling lying there, completely
satisfied. Slowly we drifted into sleep, the steady rise and fall of his
chest under my arm encouraging me to follow him into dreamland.

To be continued.....