A Touch of Dillinger...
Dillinger looked tired but so sweet. He had dog's muck all over his feet. I felt so sorry for him I really did, he looked so sad, so I hugged up to him and knew that would make his feel better.
Dillinger? He was a great lad, he said I reminded him of his dad. I was not
sure how to take that but he soon defined what he meant: "just the way your look sometimes, Pete - that glint in your eye, I remember being with dad when I was a nipper, seeing it there when he eyeballed a lass, wondering how my Mum would feel about that if she knew, but then he was just a flirt, and I shouldn't complain about that, because you are too, right Pete?"
"Yeah, but you know at the end of the day I only have eyes for you, Dillinger."
Dillinger was feeling better already, his loused shoes off and I would scrub them down soon, but somehow Dillinger had gotten some of the dogs muck on
his hands and even on his face, I could smell it and so could he.
"In the shower with you" I insisted. It was a jolly good excuse for a love
in that's for sure and he knew it, just the look in his eyes said everything and he wasn't slow to agree.
"That'll make me feel so much better, Pete - and the shower!" he winked cheekily and I felt so much in the mood for a touch of Dillinger, he was 25, twenty years my junior and for me, a dream, a fantasy even, come true.
In fact I will go as far as to say it was Dillinger who first convinced me to come out. Until then I had led a pretty inhibited existence with a terrible guilt complex that my feelings were not like other guys around me, but being in the minority it is easy to feel like that, but since I have discovered there are so many more out there like me, and that was a send up, and meeting Dillinger too, it was quite by accident in the public swimming baths, funny really on looking back just how it happened .. When he slipped and fell onto me after showering, half covered in the towel he was drying himself with, I can admit now I was eyeballing him, he had a simply gorgeous masculine figure and me thinking then, what a waste' - but is soon developed that I needn't have felt worried, when he slipped he sort of fell against me, also drying myself after the shower, - next thing there was he grabbing anything to quickly get up to save his embarrassment - and my thigh just happened top be in the line of fire and also my masculinity which he grabbed too and it did naff hurt!
"Oh so sorry, mate!" he said afterwards, me bending down, groping myself in agany, you okay?" We can laugh at it now.
!Tell you what, let me buy you a beer,!" he offered and that was that. It Didn't take long for us to realise we were on a roll and were very compatible, our thoughts and doings so very similar, and most of all, he was gay like me, and like me had never been with another guy before.
"We need to remedy that agreed, Dillinger?" I said
"Definitely" he replied and look where we are now, That very first time, the sheer curiously, the searching and discovery was so lovely for both of us, it changed both our lives, we both say that. And we have never looked back, our inhibitions completely disappeared now - because we both had them, we had both done those things with our bodies in experimentation, the touch in front of a mirror, watching, watching, the gentle tease and stroking of the firm round balls, the teasing back of the sensitive foreskin imagining it was another who was doing it.
And then those very secret things in my bedroom, a bottle of Vaseline, a suitable trowel from the greenhouse with that shaped handle so enticing, looking like a fully erect penis, wondering just how that would feel inside me, and later all manner of other things, like cucumbers, bananas ( which never worked because they were too mushy) and even a broom handle which I had to take special care with I remember, but it was always back to that special trowel which did it just right for me, gave me the right sensations, working it deep and in a circular movement which was so wonderful and erotic, laying there on the carpet on my side with a pillow well placed to raise the buttocks, and on leg bent upwards top get the right approach, and then imagining it was a guy putting it up there, imagining it was a real live hard cock working up inside me, it was all so wonderful and I had some wonderful times in front of a well placed mirror, I even did a video recording which gave me lots of wonderful erections later. But not half so good as the ones we make now, with the real thing, and that very slow sucking afterwards, feeling the touch of the real thing, its flexibility and flavour, not quite like that Trowel handle I loved so much, but there can never be any substitute fr the real thing. Halleluiah!
But it served the purpose at the time and I remember having some beautiful ejaculations frigging myself so nicely whilst being trowel fucked by my own
hand, it was a time too when I had to become ambidextrous because before I could never have done the two things to myself at once.
But now I guess the reader will be eager to read, the job in hand, that pending shower to get the real Dillinger nectar back and be rid of the doggy smell. But I was thankful for that dog, because I doubt if we would ver have got around to such a wonderful morning session together, especially when most times we were working, but this day was different, and somehow we were bot free for a day -and with me anyway being a writer, I am able to choose my own free time.
Just hark at me going on, and you the reader wanting me to get on with it. But then of course that's why I do it, to elongate the sexual build up, so that you will read on, the good suspense writer's secret. But enough and I ought to tell you it took no time at all to undress Dillinger, what usually took quite a time because we'd feel and hug and kiss as we both undressed, took about a couple of minutes if that, dumping his jeans, those tight jeans that did wonders for his gorgeous thighs and lovely ass - and all his gear into the washing basket outside to dispel the smell, It was awful.
But now, being with Dillinger in his birthday suit, and me in mine, well all except y boxer shorts - because Dillinger liked something left to the imagination - He shunted himself beneath the shower already adjusted for the right temperature and eased his body - moving it around very tempestuously,
cupping his testimonials as I always laughingly called them, but doing it
just to work me up, he had no need though I already was, he could see that
because next moment his hand was there between me, squeezing me, the feeling sublime as I started to wash down the soap suds over that immaculate body, teasing his body with fingertips and tongue as I licked him like he was my God, to be cherished and worshipped until felt his passion burst inside me like a volcanic eruption - but that would be after, on our bed, me all perched up for him so he could fuck me how he wanted
After I'd tended his back he turned around to reveal his all, no longer the
tease in not letting me see, it was always so fresh like I was seeing him again for the first time, his body glistening with sudsy water as he held it beneath, so it was perched upwards for my pleasure, I just wanted to feel it grow in my mouth, taste its flavour, enjoy its wonderful thrilling throb against the roof of my mouth as I let my tongue tantalise , first its wonderful silken red/purple head and then its p-hole, Dillinger moaning in his heaven as I sucked him hard and fast, feeling the throb come to a climax as he let go and me feeling the heat of his cream spurt into my mouth and over my face, running down my cheeks so divinely to give me the most wonderfully warm and lovely sensation.
And all the time the shower was running tepid, but not his passion, that was still on a roll and I knew then he would want me, first the quick shower,
the sucking, the teasing simultaneously of each other, feeling the heaven of our bodies touching beneath the shower, his tongue probing mine, his wet French kiss divine, then I wanted the feel of him inside, I was so ready and ripe, I moved it for him, wanted to be all ass for him any way he wanted, today he anted me on all fours on the thick red thick pile carpet, still damp but not wanting to dry off completely I presented myself for his to spend his passion, spreading and kneeling on a cushion to pronounce my rear in a way I knew he adored.
And then he was there behind me, first his head going down to taste me there, his tongue doing wonderful things between, his strong hands stretching my cheeks so wide apart as he enjoyed me for all he was worth, his head planted between so wonderfully.
Now I yearned for his fuck, the feel of that gorgeous testimonial up there inside. He would not disappoint me as there it was, feeling the prodding staring to work its way inside, the slight twisting and turning, myself moving from side to side to help its entrance,
Then the wonder of its penetration so slow and so firm, stopping now an again so we could both enjoy the throbbing of our love. But at last the fuck supreme, when it was perfectly fitted inside me, no trowel handle, no cucumber but the real thing, pure unadulterated hard deep throbbing cock fucking me the only way Dillinger could, deep and thrusting, sometimes coming right out which drove me insane, and then finding me again for the big plunge, the feeling divine until we bigotry reached a simultaneous climax, his cock bleeding cream inside and outside as I felt it dribble down between and over my hanging balls, his hand was there, just as he'd cum, I came to, into his hand, he pulling it back and rubbing his palm into his face, then we taking each other orally to enjoy the combined taste of our love together.
Dillinger, my man for ever and ever ...