Date: Fri, 1 Apr 2022 11:02:15 +0100 From: Andrew Passey Subject: A Forbidden Romance Part Thirteen (Young Friends) Next morning Jamie had to take Laika, their dog out for a walk. Laika was very energetic and needed a lot of exercise. That was fine in the more rural area they lived in but while South East London is pretty green and we have some good parks, it's not quite the countryside! Still, there are some nice places to dog walk and Jamie said it would be good to have some local knowledge of them. So Dad ordered me to go along as well which surprised me given I wasn't allowed to leave the house usually. I guess he thought it would be fine with Jamie there to keep an eye on me. Fuck knows what he thought would happen if i left the house unsupervised. It was just so difficult to work out what was going on inside that increasingly irrational brain of his. Jamie and I talked as we walked along the road to Nunhead Cemetery. Laika seemed to like all the new smells on offer and as it was a while until lunch we decided to do a long walk. Being out of the house, in the fresh air and away from Dad's suffocating presence really lifted my spirits. We went through the gates to the cemetery which was fairly quiet considering it was a weekend. We walked along a slightly muddy path, past trees and long forgotten overgrown tombs and gravestones. As we avoided a particularly muddy bit I heard a jogger coming up behind us. Nunhead Cemetery was a popular place for them so I was used to moving out the way to let them pass. As the jogger overtook us wearing a football kit, he looked back before stopping in surprise. "Ben!" Max said, grinning widely. "You're out of the house!" "For one time only! My cousin Jamie is staying," I said, gesturing at Jamie who said hello before I smiled at Max, "since when do you go jogging?!". "I needed some fresh air and wanted to loosen up for football tomorrow. But I'd much rather walk with you guys." He said. Jamie then smiled at us both, "It's nice to meet you Max and it would be great to chat a bit more and hear all about you and Ben. But I know from what he's been saying that you don't have much one on one time. So I reckon you could do with some private time together! I'll do a couple of laps of the cemetery with the dog and meet you back here. Lots of hidden corners for you to hang out in, I reckon you've got twenty minutes!" He said. Max and I looked at each in delight and then we quickly followed a small path off the main one that circled round behind lots of trees. It was very quiet and no one would find us here, not that anybody would be looking anyway. Time was of the essence so I wrapped my arms around Max and we kissed each other passionately. As we did so our hands started roaming all over each other's bodies. We continued to kiss and then I slipped my hand down into Max's football shorts until I found what I was looking for. Easy access unlike me and my jeans! I grabbed his hardening dick in my hand but I wanted more. I wanted his sweet cum in my mouth. I broke the kiss and I got on my knees. Max realised what was coming and stammered,"um you might not want, I'm not sure how clean it is. I did wash it this morning but can't remember if I've had a piss since." "I don't care, I want to suck you off while I can!" I said pulling his pants and shorts down to release his hard dick which sprung up ready for me to. It was right next to my face and I looked at it longingly. The hard black shaft with a cherry red dick head just poking slightly out of the foreskin. A glint of precum lay on the slit and I flicked my tongue out to taste it. I then pulled his foreskin down and licked all around it. Despite Max's concerns it seemed pretty clean to me. In any case it was about to get a good wash in my mouth! He moaned as I took him in my mouth and started sucking enthusiastically. I didn't exactly know what I was doing but I knew to avoid using my teeth. I used one hand to control the direction of it and slipped the other hand around to squeeze his bum cheeks. I knew my knees were getting muddy but I didn't care. This is what I'd wanted to do for weeks and it was amazing to finally get the chance to suck my boyfriend! I'm not sure how long I was sucking him for, time seemed to pass differently. However I knew when he was getting close and he tried to tell me to pull off between his ragged breaths. I ignored him, surely the whole point of sucking his dick was so I got to swallow his cum?! He started to almost thrust into my mouth as he got close before with a loud grunt he came in my mouth for the first time. Definitely not the last I decided! His dick pulsed and shot a few ropes of cum down my throat before he started to get his breath back and recover. I let the last drops of cum dribble from his dick before I licked him clean. I stood up and saw the slightly glazed look of his post orgasmic high, "that was...oh god so fucking amazing! I love you so much and I love you doing that to me!" He said, eyes shining brightly. "I loved it and can't wait to do it again! Look how hard you made me!" I replied with a grin taking his hand and placing it on my jeans where my hard dick was straining for release. He looked at me a bit nervously, "I want to suck you too, but not like this. I want it to be in a bedroom, where I can spend the time you deserve. Not just rushing it surrounded by the graves of people long dead. One day that will happen won't it?" He looked at me pleadingly. "Well when you put it like that then yeah let's wait! One day, I don't know when but one day. We just need to hang in there. I love you and that's all the matters," After I said that he started to undo my jeans before pulling them down and then my pants, "I still want to wank you off again though!" He said with a grin before he kissed me. We kissed while he wanked me off before he pulled away to watch my dick closely as I got close, then I shot a load of cum over the ground and his hand with a knee trembling orgasm. We kissed again before Max tried to wipe his hand clean on the tree. I gave him a tissue which helped and we pulled our pants up, then my jeans and his trousers. We walked back to the path, timing it perfectly as Jamie was just turning up. "Blimey, you boys looked flushed! And your knees are a bit muddy Ben! Looks like you had fun!" I blushed and Max giggled before kissing me in front of Jamie, "I love this boy so much! And he gives an amazing blow job!" "Fucking hell Max, you don't have to tell EVERYONE!" I said in mock exasperation. "Well you make a very nice couple and giving a good blow job is a nice skill to have!" Jamie said as we started to walk back towards the exit of the cemetery. Max said goodbye to Jamie, looked around to see if anyone was watching before kissing me again. We then headed off our separate ways. "Thanks Jamie, I really appreciate that!" I said gratefully. "Hey, I got to help you out haven't I! You two make a lovely couple. Hang in there mate, it'll get better." When we got home Dad instantly commented on my muddy jeans but Jamie blamed Laika jumping up at me which seemed to work. I'm fairly sure he wouldn't suspect that I'd been on my knees sucking my boyfriend's big black dick! He'd go mental if he knew and there was no way I was going to tell him! That was the theory anyway, in practice things don't always work out as you think they will. It was two weekends later when things really blew up and even now I'm not sure what the catalyst was really. Maybe I was extra hormonal. Maybe I was sexually frustrated at not seeing Max. Maybe I was just really tired and grumpy, sick of being basically imprisoned by my parents. Whatever the cause of what happened, the outcome was certainly not what I'd been expecting. It was late afternoon, heading towards dinner time and I'd helped Mum with some prep for dinner. She'd gone to watch something on TV as I washed up. Dad then came into the kitchen, clearly grumpy as he went for me straight away. "Oh I didn't realise you'd been involved in cooking dinner. I guess I'll get takeaway. No idea where your hands have been." This was his opening gambit and my blood was already starting to boil. I tried to stay calm. "Well I have no fucking idea where you think they might have been given you've imprisoned me in this house. Probably the same places yours have been. In any case I washed my hands." "Some things you can't wash off." "Well luckily all I've done is peeling carrots and potatoes so my hands are clean and you should have no problem with the dinner WE are cooking for you." "Depends where that carrots been, I know what you faggots are like, shoving anything you can up your arse." I was fuming, almost as angry as I'd ever been but I tried to control myself. I could feel myself failing though and I had to let him know how I felt. "For fucks sake Dad! I am trying to be helpful, trying to do a nice thing, helping cook dinner and still you won't cut me any slack. Of course I haven't shoved a carrot up my arse, fucking hell Dad, what sort of person do you think I am?" "A perverted abomination. I still can't quite forget what I saw that night at the party, I don't think I ever will. It's so disgusting and so wrong!" I turned round to gesture at him spilling a bit of water on the floor. "What's worse Dad?! Me being gay or that I love someone who is black?! I can't help who I've fallen in love with, just try and understand!" "Oh I understand alright Ben. I know exactly what you are. You're a filthy dirty perverted cocksucker." This was the final straw. The absolute final straw. Everything that had been building for weeks, all the biting of my tongue and not saying exactly what I wanted started to wash over me and I cracked. I wanted to hurt Dad with my words and I went all in. "Yes you're right Dad I am. You know what? I have sucked Max's lovely big black cock and swallowed all his tasty cum. Every. Last. Drop. So I guess that makes me a cocksucker. Is that what you wanted to hear?! Why are you so obsessed about me sucking cocks? Is it because you wish you'd have been in my position, on your knees sucking a cock instead of me?!" My words cut him like a knife. I saw his face go bright red, anger washing over him like a Tsunami. I didn't see the fist swinging to hit me until it was too late. It crunched into my cheekbone so hard that I recoiled, slipping on the slightly wet floor and going flying back across the kitchen hitting my head on the kitchen worktop. The last thing I heard was mum running in and screaming before I lost consciousness.