Date: Mon, 10 Dec 2001 18:34:05 +0000
From: Jeffrey Fletcher <jeffyrks@hotmail.com>
Subject: Countrymen Part 7

This story contains descriptions of consenting sex between adult gay men.
If such stories are illegal where you live, or distasteful to you, please
surf elsewhere.  Otherwise I hope you enjoy.  All characters are
ficticious.  jeffyrks@hotmail.com


Resume:- Phil, a retired man in his 60s met Colin a farmer in his 40s.
They began a close sexual friendship.  Colin is a member of a gay group
calling themselves The Countrymen.  Colin is wanting Phil to become a
member.  He has already met Kevin in his 20s and the youngest member, and
Tom in his late 60s the oldest member of the group.  Phil is at Colin's
farmhouse and has been telling Colin how five years into his marriage he
met Steve, and fell in love with him.

The Countrymen Part 7

As we sat there on the settee, Colin was holding my hand.  "So how did you
feel about things that night."

"The confusion and turmoil in me continued.  I hardly slept a wink.  I
tried not to toss and turn too much, but in the morning Sue commented on
how restless I had been during the night.  One of the troubles was Steve
words at the end of our love making about my having a wife and family to
get back to.  Did he want to be rid of me?  Had it all been highly
unsatisfactory to him?  We'd done none of the usual things.  It had just
been a frantic coupling of two men who could not contain themselves."

"So what happend that morning."

"It was a usual morning at home.  Children to wake, having a bath, getting
ready for work, breakfast.  The sort of thing done in thousands of homes
every work day morning.  The half hour journey on the tube gave me some
time to think.  My immediate worry was Steve.  I knew that if he didn't
want anything further I was going to be heartbroken."

"So what did you do?"

"When I arrived at work I went straight to my office, and sat at my
desk. There were one or two small things I needed to do after the evening
before.  I suppose I'd been sitting there for about 5 minutes when I felt a
hand on my shoulder, and before I could turn Steve was whispering in my
ear, `You all right for a pub lunch today?'  `Yes.  Certainly.  12.45?'
`Until then.'  While we had held that short conversation he had fondled my
ear lobe and neck with a finger.  Just that small affection touch put all
my worries to rest.  At 12.45 we met in the entrance, and made our way
outside.  It was a sunny day, but not very warm. We started walking along
the street.  `I think we need to talk,' said Steve.  `Yes.  How are you
after last night?' I replied.  `Fine.  How were things when you got home?'
he asked.  `A bit difficult.  I was in a turmoil.  I hardly slept.'  `Me
too!  I kept going over those few minutes back at my place.'  `When I was
on the train going home, I kept wanting to get off and catch the next train
back to you.'  `Did you really?  I spent the night wishing you were there
lying alongside me.'  Steve paused before continuing `And it is as much as
I can do to keep my hands off you now.'  `Same here' I answered, `but we
can't do anything, not in the street.  I think we need to talk somewhere
more private than a pub.'  We walked along towards the great mass of St
Paul's."

"Did you find somewhere where you could talk privately?" asked Colin.

Yes, we found a seat that was empty, right by St Paul's.  `What happened
yesterday evening?' asked Steve.  `Yes, what did happen.  I know what I
want to say for myself,' I said.  `And what's that?'  I hesitated before
answering, `I feel like a character in some cheap novel when I say this.
But I think I've fallen in love with you.'  Very briefly Steve put his hand
on top of mine and gave it a squeeze.  `Thanks for saying that.  I feel the
same way!'  `So what are we going to do about it?' I asked. `I know what I
want to do,'said Steve, `I want to get you alone, possibly at my place,
with no clothes on, and some time to be together.'  I felt my cock harden
as he spoke.  I turned to him with a grin, `Don't say too much, a certain
part of my anatomy is showing that he likes the thought.'  `So when?' asked
Steve.  `I know.  It's difficult for me being married.'  `I have an idea,'
said Steve, `Today is Friday.  Lets knock off early and get a taxi to my
place.  Then perhaps we could have an hour together.'  `Just an hour,' I
said sadly, `It would be better than nothing.'  `Fine then.  That arranged,
let's go and get a bite to eat.'"

"So did you?"

"Yes, and it worked out a lot easier.  As we were going back into the
office building the porter said that the big white chief of the day before
wanted to see us.  So we both made our way straight up in the lift.  We had
to wait a few minutes in his secretary's office before being shown into the
inner sanctum.  The boss wanted to thank us for all that we'd done the day
before.  Then he said that as it was Friday, and if we'd finished our
essential work he saw no reason why we should not pack off home early.
That meant we left the office about 3.00 rather than the usual time two and
a half to three hours later."

"You lucky chaps.  Did you get a taxi?" asked Colin.

"I should say.  There was not a minute to lose.  I paid the taxi while
Steve unlocked the front door.  I followed again up the two flights of
stairs, and again waited while he unlocked his door.  We went in and
straight way took off our top coats.  Then we walked into his bedroom.  `Do
you know what I want to do to you?' asked Steve.  `What?' I replied.  `I
want to undress you, slowly garment by garment.'  `That's okay by me.  What
are you waiting for?'  He stepped up to me and gave me a peck of a kiss on
my cheek.  Then he took of my jacket, and placed it carefully over the back
of a chair.  This was to be no hurried undressing like the night before.
Then very deliberately he undid my tie, giving me a couple of kisses on my
mouth as he did so."

"Did you undress him at the same time?"

"No.  He wanted to undress me.  It felt strange in some ways, but this was
what he wanted, so I was happy to go along with him.  Beginning with the
top button, he undid my shirt.  When it was half undone, he slipped his
hand in and felt my chest.  `I do like a hairy man,' he said, `One of my
dissapointments in life is that I have just got a tiny copse in the middle
of my chest, and not a might forest like you.'  `I like what I encoutered
last night,' I replied.  He undid the rest of my shirt and undid my belt
and the top two fly buttons of my trousers and tugged the shirt out of my
trousers."

"I'd more or less forgotten about fly buttons, now we're in an age of
zips."

"Steve then knelt down and took off my shoes and socks, and again carefully
and in an orderly way placed them under the chair.  He looked up at me.
`Now for the most intesting part,' he said with a great smile.  He undid
the rest of my fly buttons, and was carful not to touch or put any pressure
on my very stiff cock.  He lowered my trousers, and I stept out of them.
He got up onto his feet, and began to put them on the chair.  I had some
loose change in my pockets, and the coins fell out and rolled over the
floor.  We both laughed.  `The best laid plans of mice and men!' quoted
Steve.  He got down and began to pick them up, I joined him on all fours
picking up the coins.  We must have been a sight.  I was dressed only in my
underpants, and he was still in his city suit.  As we were picking them up
we looked at each other, and crawled towards each other and we gave each
other a kiss.  `There is still one garment to go,' said Steve.  I stood up,
very conscious of the extent of my erection, and the damp patch where I was
oozing precum.  Steve looked at me, `Do you know, during the night, I
realised I could not remember whether you were cirmcumcised or not?'  `I am
circumcised,' I said.  He then pulled out the waist band of my underpants,
and looked down.  `Beautiful, wondeful.' he said.  Then very gently he
lowered my pants, and folding them carfully put them on the chair.  So
there was I stark naked, and Steve fully clothed looking at me through his
thick glasses."

"So what did he do then?"

"He looked at me closely, and began to run his hands over me, gently
touching my chest and stomach.  Then over my back and buttocks.  `I feel as
though I was a statue being examined by an expert,' I said.  `No Phil, the
Hermes of Praxiteles at Olympia is stone, and Michaelangelo's David is cold
and does not move, you are flesh and blood and warm, and the most wonderful
thing of all, you have told me that you love me.'  Then at long last he
took my cock in his hands, and cupped my balls.  `I hope these have been in
full production over night,' said Steve, `because I want you to fuck me,
fuck me hard and long and fill me with your lovely spunk.  I want evey drop
in me and not to be wasted to trickle down on to the bed.  With that he
knelt down again, and kissed the tip of my cock, kissed my cock all over,
and then my balls, before placing my cock in his mouth, and sucking me me
gently."

"Did you come there and then?"

"No.  I asked him, `Now how are we going to get you undressed like me?'  He
let my cock slurp out of his mouth, and looked up at me.  `I think I want
you to undress me.'  So I began to do to him what he'd just done to me.
Tie, shoes and socks, shirt and trousers, and finally I gripped the bottom
of each leg of his pants and pulled.  His stiff cock was first pulled down
and then flopped back with a slapping sound against his stomach.  It was a
lovely one, of course, with it being fully erect I would not have been able
to tell whether it was cut or not.  I kissed it and began to suck it.
After a few minutes he pulled me up onto my feet, and I stood back and took
in the whole of his body.  It was then that I realised that his sun tan was
all over.  There was no whiter region in the middle.  I asked him `How come
you're sun tanned all over?'  `I went on a late holiday in Cornwall with a
friend.  We were able to strip off and sun bathe both in the garden and in
a very secluded cove.' answered Steve.  He pulled me over on to the bed.
For a while we lay together.  I felt a pang of jealousy at the thought of
his friend in Cornwall.  I was ashamed of myself, but I couldn't help but
ask, `Is he a special friend?'  `He was a special friend,' replied Steve,
`That is why we went on holiday together.  But he got involved with a young
Cornish fisherman.  That was a couple of months ago.  I was feeling very
low, but not now, you've come into my life.'  He kissed me, and we lay
there hugging each other."

"Had he suspected that you were gay, or you thought he was?" asked Colin.

"I asked him about that.  He had slightly wondered, but dismissed it
because I was married and had a family.  I had wondered about him, but I
was far from being sure.  The moment of truth for us both was in that pub.
For us both it was an instantaneous realisation that we were in some way
meant for each other.  To sound a bit sloppy, we both fell in love with
each other at the same moment."

"I don't see why on earth you have to be ashamed about it.  Why shouldn't
two men fall in love with each other.  Straight people do from time to
time, why shouldn't gays?"

"Why not?  I know we did."

"So did you fuck him then?"

"Yes.  After a lovely spell of gentle kissing and cuddling, I asked him,
`So you want me to fuck you?'  `Yes, please.  Hold on.'  Steve got off the
bed and I watched his back and lovely bum go out through the door, in a
moment he was back, cock standing proud before him, and a jar of vaseline
in his hand.  `This'll help.'  I grabbed the small jar from him.  `Let me
do it all,' I said.  I put it on my cock, and then began to prepare him.  I
did it gently, getting first one finger, then two and finally three into
him.  `You're so gentle, you must have done this before.' said Steve.  I
told him that I had, though it was some years since I had last done it.
`How do you want me?' I asked.  `Doggie fashion to begin with, and then we
can collapse down on to the bed, and we will be comfortable, and you can
take all night over it.'  `I am afraid I haven't got all night,' I said
giving him a kiss.  `Perhaps sometime we will be able to scounge a night
together.'  `Maybe.'  He got up onto all fours, and I knelt behind him.  I
had prepared him well, he almost sucked my cock into him.  Comments of
appreciation came from him, as I fully penetrated him.  He then slowly
lowered himself face down on to the bed.  We lay, often still, sometimes
talking, often I would kiss his back and neck and could just reach the
corner of his mouth. If I felt I was beginning to loose my erection a
little thrusting from me would get him stiff again.  But for over an hour I
did not press things to the point of no return. Then in the distance we
heard a church clock strike 5.00.  `You'll have to be going soon,' said
Steve.  `I am afraid so, but we'll have other times.'  I began to thrust
into him.  His murmers of delight mounted as we both approached our
climaxes.  He came first, and the spasms of his ejaculation set me off, and
I felt again a copious load to spunk being deposited this time inside my
friend, Steve, and not on to my stomach to trickle down on to the bed."

"If it were half as good as it sounds, it were great," said Colin.

"You right it was great."  I put my arms round Colin, and gave him a kiss.
"And I have some great times with you, my love."

"And with many more to come."

"Yes, many, many more to come."

"So how long did this great love affair last?" enquired Colin.

"It lasted for just over a year.  I left him that Friday evening with more
kisses and hugs.  We exchanged telephone numbers.  He knew there would be
difficulties if he phoned me.  So I made my way back home."

"Didn't your wife suspect something?"

"Yes, but not immediately. Within the week she said I was different, that I
had changed.  She did ask if I'd fallen for another woman.  I was able to
deny that convincingly.  At one point she wondered if I'd undergone some
sort of religious conversion.  Those were the days of the Billy Graham
Crusades.  But something interesting did happen that weekend.  I was trying
to finish decorating one of the children's bedrooms.  Not a big job in and
of itself.  But it was taking a while, with all the interruptions from the
kids and so on.  So when I got home that Friday evening Sue announced that
she was going to take the kids over to my myparents for the day, so that I
could have a good uninterrupted go and try to finish off papering the
bedroom.  I was expected to get it done!  So shortly after 9.00am Sue and
the kids left saying that they would not be back until about 5.00.  The
moment they disappeared round the corner I phoned Steve.  We chatted about
the evening before, and expressed our love for each other.  Then he asked
what I was doing that day.  I told him. He promptly made a suggestion, that
he came over and helped me decorated the bedroom, two men on the job would
soon get it done.  And that would allow time for some action.  He was
desperate to fuck me, he said.  That's what we did.  I started papering the
room, and three quarters of an hour later there was a ring at the door.
There was Steve, with a small attache case in his hand.  We had a good kiss
and hug.  `What's that for?' I asked pointing at the case.  `That's my
alibi.  I've come about something at work, if you're asked about the man
who called.  You never know about neighbours seeing things in these
respectable London suburbs.  But inside are some overalls.  So what's it to
be, sex first, or sex last?'  `Sex in the middle, I think,' was my reply,
`Let's get as much of the job done as possible first, then we will have
some idea about how the time is going.'"

"So was it a case of many hands making light work?"

"Four hands did make light work.  The pattern on the paper was simple, and
while waiting for him I'd cut it up into the right lengths.  He had the job
of putting on the paste, while I hung the paper.  We didn't just do the job
in half the time, we did it in less than a third of the time I would have
taken had I been alone.  It was fun working together.  It was not the sort
of job where you had to concentrate totally, we could talk together.  At
1.00 I suggested that we had some lunch.  I started getting some
sandwiches.  As I stood cutting the bread Steve came up behind me, put his
arms around me, and pressed his crotch into me.  `I do love you,' he said,
`I think you're irrestistable.'  `Let's eat, and then we'll play,' I said."

"Where did you have sex, on the matrimonial bed?"  asked Colin.

"No way.  That would have felt very wrong.  We did it on one of the
children's beds. I put a dust sheet over it.  Does that shock you?"

"No.  I don't think so.  You have to do it somewhere, the floor is rather
hard and uncomfortable.  Always seems harder than on the ground if you're
outside."

"Well, that's where we did it.  We just reversed the roles of the evening
before.  It hurt me a bit, I wasn't as used to it as he was, but once he
was in I enjoyed it.  He shot his load of spunk inside fairly quickly, and
then we had a nice time just cuddling each other and talking.  Then finally
he gave me an excellent blow job.  Then we went back and finished the last
bit of papering the bedroom.  We cleaned up, and he got out of his overalls
and packed them away in his attache case.  We went downstairs, and he put
the case by the front door while we went into the kitchen where I made us a
cup of tea.  We sat round the small table talking.  And we didn't notice
the passage of time.  Suddenly there was the sound of a key in the lock!
My heart stopped beating for a moment.  Steve was magnificent, `Leave it to
me,' he said.  Sue and the children came in, she was surprised to see me
there with someone else.  Steve held out his hand and introduced himself as
someone from work, who'd had to find out something from me.  They chatted
together.  Then Sue went up to inspect the bedroom and came down very
pleased to see the that it was done.  `Just shows how much can be done when
you have a clear run at it!' was her comment.  `Just remains to put the
carpet back down, and move the furniture back.'  `Can I help with that,'
volunteered Steve.  So we both trooped back up stairs and the two of us put
things back into the bed room.  Steve left soon after that, in spite of Sue
offering him a meal.  He afterwards said that to accept would have been to
push our luck.  I saw him to the gate, we stood for a moment with the shut
gate between us, `Thanks,' he said, `Thanks for every thing.'  He placed
his hand on mine and gave it a quick squeeze."

"Did you wife make any comment about him?"

"Yes.  She said he seemed a nice fellow, though she thought he was an odd
looking guy with his sticking out ears and large nose."

"Were you able to see much of each other?"

"We aimed to get together at least once a week.  I started finding I had to
work late most Tuesdays.  Sometime we would have a quickie at his flat on a
Friday, if we both could get away slightly earlier than usual.  We were
soon very fortunate it was Christopher's, the son's, half term It had been
long arranged that Sue was going to take the kids down to her parents in
Brighton for the week.  We began by having a whole weekend together."

"Where?"

"At his place.  We actually walked back from the office that evening.  He'd
got in plenty of food.  Steve marched into his bedroom, `Now for some real
time together.'  We were soon naked and on the bed together.  We didn't put
on any clothes again until we left for work on the Monday morning.  I think
we had sex almot everywhere in that flat.  The only room where we didn't
was the bathroom.  We tried to have a bath together, but the actual bath
was far too small for us both to get into.  I fucked him while he was
peeling the potatoes, his bum was just irresistable.  It was a fabulous
weekend."

"I should think you were utterly shattered by the end of it."

"Yes.  Though we slept well at night, and often dozed off in each others
arms, after a particular bout of love making.  We seemed so compatible;
socially, in what we talked about, and we were compatible sexually.  That
is so very important.  Often there are guys who you are not fully
compatible with."

"How do you mean?"

"Well some guys seem to like to get it all over and done with as soon as
possible.  There are guys that once they have come just want to get away
from you, and have no real interest in your satisfaction.  You need to know
how hard, or not hard, a guy likes his nipples pinched.  Some guys keep
squeezing your balls, and you have to ask them to be more gentle.
Compatibility is knowing what your lover likes, and what he doesn't like.
You are really compatible if that comes totally naturally to you both, you
find yourself just doing what he likes, and he does exactly what turns you
on, no more and no less."

"Are we compatible?" asked Colin.

"Oh yes, my love.  We're compatible. Totally compatible."  I gave him a
kiss.

"And Kevin?"

"He's the same.  I don't yet know about Tom, but I suspect that if he is
okay for you, he'll be okay for me"

"So how long did your relationship with Steve last?"

"Just over a year."

"What made you split?  It sounds so good" said Colin.

"We didn't split in the sense of having some disagreement or row.  The
trouble was I was asked to go and work in Bristol, that meant moving down
there.  We did not split as such.  We just seemed to drift appart once we'd
moved down to Bristol.  I had to come up to London about once a month or
so, and we got together then.  But I had to have a good reason to stay a
night, as a day trip to London was easy from Bristol.  On a day visit we
rarely had very long together, often just enough time for a quick lunch or
cup of coffee even.  After two or three months or so Steve asked if I'd
mind if he saw another man or men.  I couldn't say, no.  I'd started to
look at other guys too.  So we gave each other our freedom.  But we kept in
touch, but our getting together for sex just grew less and less frequent."

"Did you ever think of leaving your wife and setting up with Steve."

"Oh yes.  We talked about it quite a lot, certainly at the beginning."

"Why didn't you?  You seemed to have had something real good going between
you."

"Steve was very strongly against."

"Why?"

"He put it this way.  He felt that if I left my wife and kids I'd always
feel guilty, probably very guilty.  He said that if I felt guilt I'd
possibly start blaming him.  I could see the logic behind that.  He said it
would be somewhat different if Sue left me, or wanted to throw me out.
Also he was insistent that he could manage the way things were.  He said it
was a help for him to have met Sue and the kids, even though it had only
been for a few minutes.  He knew who were important in my life, and could
listen with real understanding when I talked about them, especially about
the kids."

"Are you still in touch with him?" asked Colin.

"No; he died."

"When?"

"1978, from leukaemia."

"Oh, no!"

"We had kept in touch.  The odd lunch together when I came up to town, but
these got less and less frequent.  We'd exchange news.  He had several
partners, and a sequence of short term affairs.  Towards the end it was
little more than a long Christmas letter with a card.  The last partner in
his life was a guy called Nigel.  Late one evening, I remember Sue had just
gone up to bed, and there was a phone call.  I answered it.  A voice I
didn't know came over the phone.  `I am Nigel, Steve's partner.  Is it safe
to talk?'  I said `yes'.  He continued.  `I am afraid I've got some bad
news for you.  Steve died yesterday evening.'  `How?' I asked.  `It was
from leukaemia. He'd been ill for sometime.  He knew what was going to
happen.  He asked me to let you know.  And suggested I rang you at this
time of night.'  `When, and where is the funeral?'  Next Tuesday, and it
will be at his family home at Kimpton, just north of St Albans.  Any chance
of you getting to it?  I know he would've liked you to be there.  You were
special to him, a very important chapter in his life.'  He gave me further
details and I said that I would make a 100% effort to be there."

I paused for a while, as the memories came flooding back.  Sue called down
to ask who'd phoned.  I went up and told her.  I reminded her of the guy
who'd helped put the furniture back in the bedroom in the old house. `Oh I
remember the guy with the sticking out ears.'  I nodded.  `I want to go to
the funeral.  Its on Tuesday.'  `I didn't realise you knew him that well.'
`We'd rather drifted appart when we came down to Bristol.  But he was an
only son and his Mother is still alive.'  I then went back downstairs and
sat.  I reviewed that year of Steve.  The good times we had had
together. Especially that frantic first sexual encounter.  But not just the
sex, but also the fun and the laughter.  The tears began to flow, and I
found myself weeping for someone who I'd greatly loved, and, in a way,
still loved.  He may not have been much to look at, certainly not a guy who
oozed his sexuality, but in action he was real sexy guy.  I just loved
him."

The tears began to flow again as I remembered Steve.

"Did you go to the funeral?"

"Yes.  It meant an early start.  I drove to Kimpton.  I got there with
about a quarter of an hour to spare, and went and sat in the church.  There
was a small congregation.  Mostly villagers, presumeably friends of Steve's
mother.  There were about ten or twelve men, obviously London types,
looking a bit embarassed and out of place.  It was a simple funeral, there
was no acknowledgment of his sexuality, though the vicar did mention
friends, and made special mention of his closest friend Nigel, which I
thought was something.  Certainly for those days. After the service we all
trooped out into the church yard and Steve was buried in the same grave as
his father. The commital only took a few moments, as we stood round the
grave.  I watched the coffin being lowered into the grave and thought of
the person who I'd known so intimately, every inch of his body, and a lot
of his story as well.  All to end up in a wooden coffin, at a relatively
early age, and lowered into the consming mouth of a Hertfordshire grave."

"Don't you believe in a resurrection?"

"I am not sure.  Not sure at all."

"You'll have to speak to Vic about that.  Did you speak with Steve's
mother?"

"Yes.  Nigel went round speaking to the London men around the grave,
quietly inviting us all back to the house.  He said that it was just for
Steve's friends from afar.  It was just a short walk to the house.  There
were I think ten of us men, and Steve's Mum.  She was a little old lady in
her mid eighties, but full of life and vitality.  When we were all in the
house, she said, "I know that you are all friends of Steve's.  I am too old
to understand that side of his being.  I loved him greatly, and you loved
him too, so as lovers of my son Steve, you are very welcome to my home, and
was what his home when he was a boy.'  I am not sure how far she realised
what she was saying with her use of the word lover.  I suppose she was
using it in the old fashioned sense of her younger days, but it was true in
the fullest sense for us all.  Nigel came over and introduced himself.  `I
know you,' he said, `because I see your photo every day.  Steve has it in
the bedroom.  You were very special to him.  He always spoke warmly of you,
and often wished that you had not been moved down to Bristol.'  `My
picture, and him saying that, must have been hard for you at times,' I
said.  `No,' he replied, `you were his special friend during one chapter of
his life, and I was his special friend for the last chapter.  We loved each
other greatly too.  I had the priveledge of caring for him over the last
few months, and he died in my arms.  He was a wonderful man.'  He then
introduced me to Steve's mother, and she obviously knew something about me.
She thanked me for being a friend to her Steve."

We sat in silence for a while.  My eyes were damp at remembering my love
for Steve.  I found myself muttering something.  "I think Steve is happy
that I have found you."

Colin put his arms round me, and hugged me close.

I felt suddenly embarassed at what I said.  "I don't know what made me say
that! I am not sure that I believe that sort of thing." I said.

"Perhaps what you said is the truth.  Steve was a wonderful guy, he'd be
very happy to know that you are discovering anew what love of two men for
each other can mean."

The warm silence enfolded us, and for the first time for years I felt I was
with that man with the sticking out ears and the long nose, and he was
peering at me through his thick glasses.  I think he would have approved of
Colin, and would have found something of a kindred spirit in Kevin.

"Did you fall in love again?" asked Colin.

"Not until I met a Yorkshire farmer one day when out walking."

"Thank you for that."  We sat there, holding hands and felt very close to
each other.

Colin broke the silence.  "I think we need to comemorate Steve and
ourselves.  What about some bed and action?"

"Good idea.  Lead on, MacDuff."

We both stood up and made our way upstairs.  There was no longer the
excitement of undressing each other, we now knew each others bodies so
well.  We undressed and both slipped into bed.  I knew on which side Colin
liked to sleep.  The bed felt cold so we snuggled up together.  Our arms we
round each other, and our bodies pressed close together.  I felt my cock
begin to rise, and at the same time felt Colin's stirring member.

"I think Steve would have liked to have been with us," I said.

"I have no sense of him coming between us, rather you telling me about him,
makes me feel that he is joining us together."

"And how do you want us to join together."

"My cock is in need of some action.  He seems to have been missing out
recently, when there were the three of us earlier today."

"And last Friday with Kevin." I added. "How do you want me?"

"Let's just see how it goes."

"That's fine by me."

We lay, hands active, mouths and tongues active, and the bed becomming
warmer.  Colin pushed me over onto my back, and leaning up on his elbow
looked down on me.  "Thanks for telling me all that you've told me tonight.
Especially about Steve.  You know I think it all makes me love you more."
He gave me some kisses, and with his free hand began to fondle one of my
nipples.  The one being attended to immediately responded.  Colin moved his
kisses down, and began to suck and nibble at my hardend tit, while his hand
moved across to the other one.

"Tom doesn't mind us getting close, loving each other does he?" I asked.

"No.  Tom has always encouraged me to find fresh friends.  Now that he's
met you I know that he'll be wanted to know you better, in every way."

"Love you, Colin.  Everyday I realise just how much."

"Me too."

He began to kiss my face, my forehead, my eyes, to kiss and lick my ears,
and to lip nibble my ear lobes.  I began to groan with pleasure.  We kissed
properly, with our mouths open, our lips soft to the others touch, and our
tongues exploring each other, and the mouths they contained.  Then he move
down to my neck, and slowly kissing and niblling with his lips he moved
down, over my chest, over my stomach, and little bit of close attention to
my navel, and then down into my crotch.  His face and mouth were playing
with my cock, with my balls and behind my balls.  He put my cock into his
mouth and I felt his tongue feel round the eaves of my glans.  I opened my
legs as far as they would go, to give him free and full access.

"Come on top of me," I asked.  He came on top, we were mouth to mouth, tit
to tit, belly to belly, and cock to cock.  I opened my legs again so he lay
between.  Then I pulled my knees up, and I felt his cock go down behind my
balls.  It felt great.  I put my legs over his bottom.

"I want you inside me."

"That's just where I want to go."

Keeping in position as much as he was able, he wriggled over so that he
could reach the bedside drawer.  He got out a packet of condoms and some
lube.  We had to break to prepare.  But I grabbed the packet with the
condom in it, and prepared him with a few kisses and some sucking from me,
I tore open the packet, and put the condom on him.  I then prepared myself
with the lube, and put some on him.

"It'll be good when we can do way with these damn things," said Colin.

"I should say.  Roll on July and becomming a Countryman."

I lay back and opened my legs, pulling my knees up and so raising myself so
that he could enter.  He got between my legs, and I felt the tip of his
cock against that most sensitive spot.  He looked into my eyes and began to
enter.  As usual he took it slowly, watching every expression on my face.
There was no pain, only a desperate longing to have him there.  As he was
slipping into me, I put my legs back over him, and gripped him with my legs
as tightly as I could.  My hands reached up to touch and stroke him.

Doing it that way made it seem that his cock was further in than ever
before.  Maybe it was!

"Love you, Phil."

"Love you too."

With very slow movements he began to thrust in and out of me.  It felt
better than ever.  I murmured the usual requests for more, for deeper.
Slowly he increased his pace, watching my face the whole time.  We were
joining as two men in a deeper and more fundamental way than we had ever
done before.  His cock seems to grow longer, thicker, harder, and then it
pulsed.  I could not feel his load come into me, but I felt his cock
shooting his cum.

"That were great, Phil, my lad."

"I'll give you `my lad'!  I'm old enough to be your Dad."

"So what.  You've got a body that turns me on, regardless of how many times
it's been round the sun.  And I love you Phil."  As he reached to kiss me
his cock fell out with an almost audible plop.  We laughed.  We lay
together in each others arms, and dozed for a short while.  Then he gave me
a couple of paper tissues to mop up myself, and he got out of bed to remove
the condom and clean himself.  He stood and stretched, while I admired
every inch of his body.

"Come on back into bed.  I need some more hugs from you."

"Good idea."  We were soon back in each others arms.

"Did you fall in love with any other guys after Steve?" asked Colin.

"No.  I had several friends, but there was never another like Steve.  There
was something totally ecstatic about that initial joining in his flat after
that evening of work.  Then the following Saturday, and the kids half term
weekend.  But after we'd moved to Bristol, the relationship was too
difficult to maintain.  I had a few months of nothing happening.  Then
there was a couple of guys that I met when I was out walking.  About once a
month I had a day out walking by myself, usually a Saturday or Sunday.  Sue
also had a day free of the kids while I looked after them each month.  It
was a good arrangement for us both."

"So what happened?"

"I was out walking in the Cotswolds.  I was walking along this footpath and
quite a way in front of me there were two men walking.  I kept seeing them
ahead of me.  Then the path went through a piece of woodland, scrubby sort
of wood, with a lot of bushes and undergrowth.  The path was quite clear.
When I came to the stile at the far edge of the wood the path went on down
the hill into a valley, but it was clear ahead, and there was no one
walking on it.  I wondered what had happened to the two men.  They had just
disappeared, and I knew there had been no other path going off in the wood.
Slightly puzzled, I sat on the top of the stile and decided to have a drink
and a biscuit.  I sat there, enjoying some refreshment and taking in the
view.  I continued to be puzzled about the two men.  I decided to go back
through the wood just to see if I'd not noticed a turning off."

"Was there?"

"Not as I could see.  I walked back through the wood, and was then on my
way back again, when I heard some noises, of movement, and some slight
grunting noises.  I was intrigued, and decided to investigate.  I crept
towards the sound.  It was difficult not to make a noise myself as the
undergrowth was quite thick, and there were twigs on the ground that would
have snapped if I'd trodden on them.  Then through the branches of a bush I
saw them.  One guy was on all fours, with his shorts round just one of his
ankles and his shirt up round his neck, and the other guy was dressed the
same fucking him like mad.  The noises I'd heard where grunts of
appreciation from the guy being fucked.  I'd never watched two men at it
ever before.  I found it incredibly horny.  I immediately had a hard on.  I
started rubbing my cock, and got him out to give him the proper attention
he was demanding."

"What happened?"

"They must have sensed that I was there.  They suddenly stopped and turned
there heads in my direction.  They were obviously highly embarassed and
began to pull appart.  `Carry on chaps,' I said.  I stepped forward so that
they could see that I'd got my own cock out. `Looks as though you're having
a good time,' I added, pulling a few times at my own cock."

"It is horny watching other guys.  I was very turned on watching you and
Kev the other night."

"The guy who was doing the fucking beckoned me to come closer, and he
reached out for my cock.  He did not hold it for long, it was obvious he
was about to climax.  He turned to pay full attention to his friend, and
soon they were both making noises.  I just hoped no one else was walking
along that footpath that afternoon.  It was obviously a good climax for
them both.  They pulled appart, and both stood up and turned to me.  `Do
you do the same sort of thing?' asked one of the guys.  `Whenever I get the
chance,' I replied.  `Same here.  We're both married and the only chance to
enjoy each other is usually when we go out walking together, which we try
to do every other Saturday.'  `I know the problem, I'm married too,' I
said.  The guy who had just been fucked reached across and held my cock.
His name was Alan, I later found out.  Then he knelt down and began to suck
me.  `This is rapidly becoming my best walk in a great many years,' I said.
Alan let my cock out of his mouth, and looked up at me.  `I'd like to be
fucked by you,' he said in a totally matter of fact way, as though he was
just asking the time.  `That would be okay by me,' I replied.  `He will
never turn down an opportunity of being screwed,' said the other guy, whose
name was Brian, `Can't get enough of it.'  So Alan got back down on all
fours, and I got behind and fucked him.  He was well lubricated by the time
he'd just had with Brian."

"Was it good?"

"Yes.  It was fine.  I managed to give him a good long screw.  Brian stood
to one side enjoying watching it all.  When we'd finished we walked on
together.  They were about five years younger than me.  Been having it off
with each other since their school days, and regarded it all as totally
normal, and had drifted into marriage.  Both had some kids.  They said they
prefered sex with men.  I told them about myself and a little about Steve."

"Did you see them again."

"Oh yes.  Lots of times.  I always tried to join them on one of their
Saturday walks.  They knew all sorts of places where we could do things
other than walk!  They knew of secluded barns well away from main farm
buildings.  We tended to use those in the winter or if the weather was wet.
Otherwise it was a hay stack, or as I'd found them that Saturday, a
clearing in a thick wood.  We had some very good times.  They lived in
Bath, but they told me of the gay pubs in Bristol.  Every half term Sue
would take the kids either to my parents or to hers.  She'd take the car,
and leave me behind.  I used to go to one of the pubs."

"Successfully?"

"Often.  Always had a good chat.  Often something more.  Uusally they were
only one night stands.  Met all sorts of guys.  Then the AIDS scare began,
and precautions had to be taken.  All through my time at Bristol I'd meet
up with Alan and Brian, usually the two of them, occasionally just one of
them.  But theirs was no an exclusive relationship."

"They remained married?"

"Yea.  Like many gay men, they were happy to remain married as long as they
could empty their bollocks regularly with another guy.  Their wives didn't
know, didn't feel anything was wrong with the marriage.  So they stayed
wed.  They were friends, but not close friends.  I already feel I know
young Kev better than I ever knew them."

"I gather that there are a lot of men like that.  Gay but happy to remain
married. Especially older men, who got married when it was expected of
them."

"Once or twice Alan and Brian came to my place, I need not tell you what we
got up to."

"I can guess."

"Then after almost twenty years of marriage Sue and I parted.  She remained
in Bristol, and I was moved up to Nottingham, where I spent the rest of my
working life."

"When did you retire?"

"In `98."

"So when did you move up to York."

"When I retired.  I had decided I wanted to move into a smaller house in a
smaller town, nearer some good walking country.  It was a choice of
somewhere up in the Dales, or York.  York has the advatnage of good
communications, some good culture, and great walking in three different
types of terrain - the Wolds, the Dales, and of course the Moors.  I am so
glad I made the move.  I've been very happy in York."

"So was your last sex in Nottingham or in York."

"In London, actually.  I was down there for work, and had some fun while I
was down there."

"Why was it the last?"

"Several reasons, I was conscious of getting old and wrinkly."

"Rubbish.  You're only a little weather beaten in your face and neck.
You've less of a paunch than me, and fortunately mine is not much of one.
Your essential equipment is in full working order, that I do know."  He got
hold of my prick and gave it one of his squeezes.

"Okay.  But I was getting older, and the gay scene is a young man's world.
Too many young men out there just judge a man by his looks and not by what
he is.  They forget that older men are as capable of fun and affection and
able to give great pleasure, often more than a less experienced Adonis who
catches the eye."

"And they forget that they too will age, and there will be wrinkles and all
the evidence of aging slowly overtaking everyone of them," said Colin.

"But there was another reason. I hesitate to tell you."

"What was that?"  He pushed himself hard against me, and gave me a kiss.

"You might not want to do that when I tell you."

"Go on.  Try me!"

"A few days after I got back from London I found I'd got crab lice.  I was
horrified."

"What did you do?"

"I found out that the remedy was quite easy.  Some ointment from the
pharmacist.  But I thought, that's it.  I stopped going out looking for
sex.  But then earlier this year, I met a young farmer."

"A young farmer!  Who was that man?" said Colin in mock anger.

"To me he was young.  Real sexy bloke.  He seduced me in his bathroom, and
the rest is history."

We laughed and cuddled.

We chatted on, and slowly drifted off to sleep.  My last waking moment was
of my head resting on one of Colin's arms, and the other one holding me
close.  His hairy chest against my back and his soft cock against my
bottom.  I felt safe and loved.

That night I dreamt.  I was in a large area of rocks and bushes.  There
were others with me.  Colin was one, another was a tiny man with blue eyes,
[yes, I am one of those rare men who dream in colour] and other was very
tall but his body was not straight but curved, the fourth person I could
not properly identify.  We were scattered in this area, but there was a
monster herding us together.  Each time one of us tried to get away, the
monster would be there in front of us.  Slowly we were herded together.
Then the monster became a spider, and proceeded to spin a web round us.
The web was forcing us closer and closer together until we were all
touching.  The web did not hurt.  It was strong, but soft and warm.  Closer
and closer we were forced together, till we were touching and in close
contact.  Then the spider came and stood infront of us.  It had sticking
out ears, and a long nose, it smiled a warm loving smile at us all.

When I woke I was cuddling Colin.  I lay there, recollecting my dream, and
conscious of my love for Colin.  Eventually Colin stirred.

He turned over and gave me a kiss.  "Morning, Phil.  It is good to wake up
with a nice sexy man in bed with you."  Our hands reached down to find the
other's family jewels.

The alarm went off, and Colin turned it off.  But he did not get out of bed
as he usually did.  "I want to give you a thank you present for yesterday
evening."  He kissed me again and then slid down the bed, and started to
kiss and lick my cock and balls.  I was fully hard in an instant. His
tongue traced the edge of the helmet of my cock.  Soon I was cuming into
his mouth.  We had not taken long, but it was good.

We lay together spent, and I told Colin of my dream.  "I think you should
take that as Steve fully approving of the two of us, and of you joining the
Countrymen," said Colin.

We both got out of bed and had our usual shower.  Each soaping the other.
We dried ourselves, dressed, and went downstairs.

Colin went out to get on with the early morning milking.  I got breakfast
ready, and collected up my things and prepared to leave.

Eventually Colin came in from the milking.  We sat and had breakfast
together.

"It will be a long time before we can see each other again."

"Yea, best part of three weeks.  I go down to my son's tomorrow, I'll miss
you all up here."

"I know I'll miss you.  But there is the phone."

We gave each other a hug and some kisses, before I wrenched myself away,
and made my way back home.