Tim and Abbie 60: Monday at Microga
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Posted:Jun 3, 2021 1:27 pm
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Monday morning, Matt and Peter speak shortly before work starts about the meeting later that day. They trust Tim and know he will not do anything to jeopardize their jobs. But how much should they tell? Both agree they would see how things go in the meeting and who all is there.
At the break at ten, Matt and Peter meet again and hurry to get out of their coveralls. Both wear suits today, at the insistence of Martha and Sarah. They straighten their ties and put on the jackets before heading across the yard to the main office building.
Both men are nervous as they have only been in this building a few times over the years. For tours or special companywide occasions. As they walk, the two chat about Tim and Abbie, both skirting around the main point about their relationship to ease their qualms. The conversation focuses on how nice she seems and how it is clear Tim is smitten with her.
Checking in at the main reception desk, a younger woman is soon there to them to Tim’s office. Both men are impressed by how far their friend has come. They knew Tim always had the potential for such a position. Only when seeing Tim again on Friday, did he display the type of confidence needed for such an executive position. Long gone is the shy so willing to help them but so unsure of himself.
Matt and Peter know Abbie had a lot to do with this new side of Tim. By that alone, she holds a place of honor for them. All that the mates ever hoped for Tim has materialized. For all that Tim has offered others over the years, he is now deservingly rewarded.
Tim greets both men and directs them to a small conference table in an adjoining room. The woman who escorted them is sitting at one end of the table in front of a whiteboard. Tim directs them to three seats together at the other end.
“Matt, Peter, this is Meghan, my assistant. Meghan, Matt, and Peter. She is a whiz at taking notes of the key points stated. I thought we could just continue the conversation from Friday. Meghan will record the points made to show on the whiteboard behind her. Then we’ll try to categorize and prioritize them,” Tim says, getting down to business right away.
It is almost like they are back in the equipment room at school, but now high tech. Tim always did get them to just free flow what they knew on a topic and then organize their thoughts into a logical, workable order to proceed with a paper or essay test.
For the next hour, Peter and Matt tell the good, the bad, and the ugly about the factory operations. Tim only joins in to clarify or explain a comment, so he has a complete picture.
Tim is surprised that while the plant is functioning efficiently, little things and big things are seen by those doing the job as major roadblocks to maximum quality and quantity. It is nice to hear that the workers all seem to have pride in their work and want to make Microga even better.
Tim can also tell that Peter and Matt are holding back about something. Tim has a feeling it is something important they are hesitating to say. As it is approaching noon, Tim asks Meghan to please get the lunch he ordered for them. While Meghan is gone, he presses his friends to be completely candid with him.
Looking at each other and nodding, Matt speaks, “Tim, this is just between us, mates. I don’t want it getting back that we squealed on anyone.” Tim assures him it won’t, then Matt goes on, “There is one foreman who is a wrench in the operations. He doesn’t listen to suggestions or concerns from his workers. He is pretty much a bully and asshole. Mark looks like a refined gentleman compared to him.”
The three laugh, imagining that then Matt continues, “Oh, he plays it well when any corporates are around. But even the other foremen are afraid of him, and while they try to compensate with us grunts, they have no power over him. He is too worried about the quantity that he is more and more letting the quality drop on his area, from that crew trying to keep up. That, in the end, affects the final product also.”
Tim takes their assessment seriously, “Guys, you don’t even need to tell me the name. It will be apparent when I look into things and can bring it up for review. Then he will be taken care of away from any thought of you mentioning it. Hang tough on this one for a little while. From the sound of things, he will soon be a thing of the past.”
“Let’s work on the list up there now, as the things you have identified are going to outline what needs to be done,” Tim says as Meghan comes back in with the lunches. She leaves them with sandwiches, crisps, and bottles of ale as she goes to have her lunch.
While they eat, Tim, Matt, and Peter talk about more personal things, catching up on what has been going on with each during the last six months. Both congratulate Tim on finding Abbie and tell him how much they already like her. Not to mention Martha and Sarah, who have not stopped talking about Abbie the whole weekend.
Tim thanks them and tells Matt and Peter a bit about meeting Abbie and their beginnings together. He also tells them about redoing the house and how they all need to come over to see the changes, thanks to Sam.
It is a nice catch-up for the three. When Meghan returns, they spend another hour or so itemizing the observances mentioned that morning. Tim is most interested in seeing how Matt and Peter work it out. He can tell Matt has a natural feel and a stronger ability to communicate the concepts. Peter, quieter, as observant, focuses more on the mechanics of each step in the process and better ways the individual parts could be designed.
That has been true of Peter always. Any appliance, electronics, or gadgets needing repairs, Peter is the go-to. When young, he spent hours fixing household things for his mom and soon neighbors. When higher-tech items became available, Peter could get them to purr also. He would take things apart to fiddle with them to make them work better.
Peter likes the hands-on work and quickly masters the skills needed to perform any of the shop jobs. Matt, on the other hand, is being wasted in the plant. His analytical abilities to pinpoint problems and develop strategies are outstanding. Even during their conversation, Matt is sketching out flowcharts on a pad in front of him. Matt doesn’t know the terms for what he is doing naturally to outline the operations, but his quick drawings master the procedures much better than any of Microga’s technical staff.
During the time together, Matt and Peter prove what Tim expected. They both are untapped assets for Microga, being wasted on line work. Finished with the task, Tim sends Meghan off to finalize what they covered during the meeting.
He goes to a small corner refrigerator and brings back three more ales. Sitting down again, Tim describes his ideas for Matt and Peter, “Today, both of you proved what I have been thinking for a long while, and especially since starting in this position. You are too valuable of members of Microga to be kept doing routine work in the plant.
“Matt, I would like to move you to manage a new area concentrating on forward planning and visioning for Microga. We can talk about all the detail in a bit. Peter, I would like you to work with Matt but still be in the plant. Moving from area to area to get feedback from the workers as they do their work and doing the jobs to identify operations that need tweaking.
“Yes, Peter, I would never take you away from the hands-on tinkering you love,” Tim assured him. Then continuing, “Matt, your skills of taking what Peter discovers and suggests and finding workable solutions is where I see your greatest strength.”
For another hour, and one more beer each, Tim outlines his plan for his two friends. Explaining first that it would be a promotion for each, and of course, an increase in salary. Tim slides folded pieces of paper to Matt and Peter to review. Seeing the salaries they are being offered, the title, duties, and perks of their new jobs, both men gasp.
They wanted to pinch themselves to make sure this is all true and not a dream. But it is, and the excitement between the three men increases.
Tim outlines how Matt will spend the next three months taking online courses to learn the different software he will need in his job. Programs to make his sketches proper flowcharts and spreadsheets to monitor productions and such. While Matt could be tutored in this while working, Tim is doing it this way so Matt can be home with Martha and their new baby for the first months.
Peter will return to the plant but in an elevated role starting the following Monday. Tim tells him that for the rest of this week, he will have off to get ready for this transition. This will allow time for the announcement of the new positions to circulate through the plant. And for the investigation of the incompetent foreman.
Tim would like to have him out of the picture before announcing anything. And he knows by the end of tomorrow, things will be moving toward the foreman’s departure from Microga.
Needless to say, when the three men leave work this afternoon, all have reason to celebrate, each with their own partner.
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After Peter and Matt depart, Tim quickly clears his desk of issues from the day. Heading out, he stops by Phillip Clark’s office to tell him about the results of today. A formal report of the details will be distributed later in the week. Besides telling Phillip about the new positions created, which Tim had full authority to do, he talked about the most significant concern discussed. The fox in the hen house, to say the least.
Phillip is pleased with the plan Tim outlines to do this week and is fully onboard. He and Tim will spend time in the plant the next couple of days and weed out the bad seed so that will be taken care of before Peter is back in the shop.
Tim, feeling fulfilled with the outcome of the day, heads home. He is earlier than Abbie tonight, so he has dinner ready when she arrives. Over the meal, Tim tells her all about the day and what is happening. Abbie couldn’t be happier, or prouder, of Tim to have risen to this place in the company and the self-assurance he now has in his position.
Abbie lauds Tim for his kindness and forward-thinking about giving Matt the time at home, telling him, “It sounds like someone deserves a reward for all he did today. What do you think?”
Tim laughs and says, “Perhaps we should adjourn upstairs to discuss this further.” The race is on to see who will be the first to the bedroom. Dishes are forgotten; they can be taken care of tomorrow.
Tim had changed after work, so just in a tee and shorts. Abbie is still dressed from work in a tighter dark skirt and a silk blouse with perhaps one too many buttons undone, but that is from since she got home and for Tim’s viewing interest.
Tim sits on the bed and pulls Abbie to stand in front of him. Tim says, “Do it slowly, show me a lovely striptease revealing what I crave.” Abbie laughs and begins to swing her hips slowly as her hands run seductively over her body.
One by one, the remaining blouse buttons are undone, and she slowly dropped it to the floor. Then turning around and wiggling her ass at Tim, she reaches around and unzips her skirt, which slides to the floor with the blouse. Turning back again, Abbie kicks them to the side, giving Tim a fantastic view of her just in spiked heels, silk stockings, a slinky pink garter belt, lace panties, and bra.
And one more item, her long string of pearls around her neck. Tim loves when Abbie wears them. Seeing them bounce against her breasts always thrills him. Now seeing them with just her undies adds to the show.
Abbie turns her back to Tim again, bends, and unhooks her stockings. Slowly rolling them down and off, stepping out of her heels. Abbie, bending over, her legs spread; the pearls are hanging down now, swinging between her legs. She offers Tim a peek of her boobs and nipples swaying between her legs.
The garter belt follows to the pile on the floor. Abbie reaches back and unhooks her bra, so it falls away, showing her bare back and spine. The vision of soft flesh running to the bottom of Abbie’s spine and top of her ass cheeks is breathtaking to Tim. Abbie tosses the pearl necklace over her shoulder to add to the appeal, so it is dangling down her spine, the tip dancing back and forth over her ass cheeks.
Abbie turns back around, winging the pearls to return to their home spot. Still holding the bra up with her armpits and her hands cupping her breasts, she stands for a minute, one leg lifted and bent a little. Then slowly lowers the bra to slide down her arms, revealing her breasts to Tim. The nipples are hard, and each jug firm and perk.
Now with just her panties and pearls, Tim can see the impression of Abbie’s special clit stiff and throbbing, bouncing the end of the pearls around with each shiver. Tim is gazing so hard at Abbie in this state. It is times like these that she is the most beautiful to him.
Abbie steps closer and lifts Tim's tee shirt off. It is added to the pile of clothes on the floor. Then she opens his shorts, and he lifts to help them, and his underwear, fall to the ground. Abbie presses him, so Tim is lying on the bed on his back. His legs are bending over the side.
Abbie straddles him, sitting on his knees. The pearls are now dangling down on his hard prick. She lifts them over her head and begins to wind them around Tim’s dick. Pulling them back and forth to give Tim’s cock a lovely feeling. Like the wooden ball foot massagers you roll your feet back and forth on, Tim’s balls receive a massage from the string of pearls.
Abbie smiles down on Tim as she moves the pearls up and down on his stiff shaft. He moans with the pleasure this is offering him. Then Abbie slides to kneel between his spread legs. Not stopping the pearl massage, she takes Tim’s glans into her mouth and sucks it while running her tongue over his slit.
Taking more and more of Tim’s prick into her mouth, the pearls move down Tim’s shaft to the base to churn just above his balls. Abbie moves her mouth from his prick and concentrates on his balls. Sucking them one by one, and the pearls play on. Soon Tim’s balls are hard as rocks as Abbie sucks and stretches them.
Tim feels his sperm pressing up into his cock, ready to launch. Abbie’s timing is terrific. She has come to know precisely when Tim is at that breaking point. She shifts back to sucking his glans while now wrapping the pearls around Tim’s balls also.
Tim's cock is bound, and as Abbie pulls on the pearls, he can feel the cum pressing up to be released. His glans is dark purple, and precum is dripping out in a string. Abbie licks it all up and continues to suck just the head and ridge now, urging Tim to release.
Holding back as long as he can, Tim knows Abbie’s play is directed at finishing him off now. He gives in and explodes with long string after string of cum bursting from him. Four, no five streams of cum empty from him. That is one of the hardest climaxes Tim ever had.
Gasping for breath as his heart pounds, Abbie climbs on the bed next to him, caresses his hair, and wipes the sweat from his brow. She smiles at him and kisses him softly. Letting him recuperate from what he just experienced.
For Tim, it is an ending of a perfect day. But it is not quite the end. Calmed, he reaches for his boxers and slides them on. He puts Abbie’s pearls back around her neck and tells her just to stay that way, pearls and panties, while they clean up the kitchen.
Abbie laughs because she knows when Tim said to forget about the dishes, that would never happen. One of Tim’s habits, or quirks, is he can’t leave the kitchen messy. Even when he makes meals, everything is cleaned as he goes, and after, all plates, silver, even glasses must be washed or loaded in the dishwasher.
Abbie is more of a person who just throws the dishes in the sink to soak and eventually, when the basin is full, wash them. Another thing she is learning to adjust to being with Tim. But all the rewards are worth a few minor differences.
So, barely dressed, as they are, they return to the kitchen to clean it up while enjoying a mug of tea each. Everything finished. It now around nine o’clock. They start to head towards the bed.
Then Tim’s phone rings.
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Tim and Abbie 59: Finishing off the weekends for the rest in attendance Friday night
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Posted:May 17, 2021 12:46 pm
Last Updated:May 20, 2021 10:11 am
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Luke and Mary have been together the longest of the four couples, first meeting when six years old when their families moved next door to each other. All through school, they were inseparable, walking to school together, playing in the afternoon, and in and out of each other’s houses all the time.
By secondary school and now sixteen, they were exploring more and more of each other. It did not take long after they blew out the candles on their sweet sixteen cakes that Mary was blowing some bigger candles—okay, sucking some bigger candles.
From finger play to oral play, to out and out fucking did not take long for them. It was not that surprising that, in addition to Luke and Mary’s graduation parties, a baby shower was not far behind. Finding out Mary was pregnant the summer after graduating was a sobering event.
Luke had worked for a commercial construction company on weekends and summer when going to school. They had offered him a full-time job right after graduating, but he was hesitating over what he wanted to do with his life when the bomb dropped. So, of course, Luke took the job. Now, fifteen years later, he is content, but the spirit seems to have faded out of him.
Mary worries about him. She did not want that to happen so soon either. But they made the best of it. A small civil ceremony, then settled into a tiny apartment to await the arrival of the next in line of both families. Their parents were kind but could not offer that much financial or other help at the time.
Their was born the spring after graduating. Their mates gathered around cheering the arrival of Luke’s heir. And when a year later, a was born, Mary and Luke were a bit more stable and could move into a house where they have been since. Now, their is entering secondary school already, and their close behind.
Luke never complains about the curve life gave them. He is a good father to both , always there for them, and Mary too. But over the years, the flame seems to have flicked out of him. He is there, but something is missing.
Last night is the first time in a long time that Mary saw a wisp of that lost flame come alive for Luke when he and Sam talked about construction and what Sam is doing. The pride in Luke’s voice as he explained the steps in the construction he did, what he did, and how it all fits together is something Luke has never shared with her or the family.
Mary hopes that Sam - and is it Grace? - joins them often in the future if that gives a spark to Luke. She loves her husband passionately, but the craving seems to have disappeared over the years. They each know the other so well, starting so young together. Mary does not fear Luke would ever be unfaithful to her, but she so wants that flame to glow in him again. Like it did all the time when they were young.
Maybe it is a lot to ask when now in their thirties, but Mary is sure they have many good years ahead of them too. And it is not like she ever accomplished any of her dreams either.
Don’t get Mary wrong; she loves her and would not want her life to be any other way. But she had goals when finishing school too, which had to be set aside also.
Mary has a wonderful flair for matching and choosing things to make warm and welcoming rooms. Her counselor at school encouraged her to pursue interior design, but well, that flew out the window. Instead, she spends her spare time poring over magazines about home décor. With the start of the home makeover channels, Mary now watches them regularly, critiquing their choices.
Luke enjoys hearing Mary’s running commentary on these shows and is constantly amazed at her talent to determine what is right and wrong with the selections made. But he is not sure how to let her develop this talent. They have young at home, and he works long hours often. But one day.
Saturday finds Mary and Luke home alone for a change, something that rarely happens. Both have games to which their grandparents are taking them, then following, a sleepover at their house.
Mary wakes up giddy and a bit frightened. She and Luke seldom have sex anymore between one or the other being so tired. Mary wants to make the most of this day. And after last night’s prelude for Luke, she hopes he is up to some mischief.
After seeing the off after breakfast, the two linger at the table over another cup of tea. They are just talking about things. That in itself is wonderful. They don’t often have the time to do so. Mary asks Luke about what he and Sam had been discussing last night, and his face lights up again, remembering bits of the conversation.
Mary tries to listen but gazing at her husband’s happy face as he talks fills her with such joy she misses bits of it. The dishes are cleaned up, with Luke actually helping. It is like he did not want to part with her either.
Luke is the one to suggest they take a drive down to Portsmouth to get some fresh mussels. Mary laughs and agrees. Back during her pregnancies, Mary had cravings for mussels. And while at the time they only had a beat-up car, Luke drove them to the coast to get fresh mussels for Mary to get her fill. It was just how Luke was and still is—wanting to give Mary everything he can.
Giggling, Mary that she isn’t preggers now, hopefully, but with Luke mentioning mussels, she does have a craving for some again.
So their day is planned. Quickly getting cleaned up, they are in their car, much more stable than that first one, and on their way for a couple of hours' drive to Portsmouth. Watching the scenery fly by, Mary remembers back to that day fifteen years ago.
Back then, both were regularly aroused, pregnant or not. About halfway to the coast, sexually stimulated, Luke and Mary found a remote pull-off and consummated their trip before continuing. Today, Mary finds herself on the lookout for that turnoff. As is Luke, remembering the same day.
Mary is his universe. She has been by him all the time throughout his life that he can remember. Mary was the one to push him to join the tutoring group led by Tim during school. And was his biggest cheerleader when he made even minor accomplishments. Luke often feels he does not deserve Mary. That she settled for so much less than she deserved.
But Mary never complains or acts disappointed in her lot. She loves their and him unconditionally. How he ever deserved such a wonderful woman, Luke often ponders.
Today, the rare opportunity with the both gone, remembering this season fifteen years ago, brings a flood of memories back. They had only been married a couple of months. Mary was barely showing but was getting cravings. When she talked about fresh mussels in wine sauce, she never demanded them or acted annoyed. When he had a Saturday off, they had packed up the old car they had and ventured off to the coast so Luke could give her some fresh mussels for which she longed.
Luke also remembers their adventure at the turn-off and is on the lookout for it too.
Turning a bend in the road, both call out in unison. There is the road. And even more overgrown than fifteen years ago. Both suddenly shy, they realize they tipped their hand to each other. Then as Luke slows and pulls to the side of the road, both laugh together at the shared memory.
“So, Mary, shall we venture down this forgotten path to see if it is as we remembered?” Luke asks. In reply, Mary squeezes his hand, relaying yes. Turning off the road, Luke drives up a bit over the dirt road until he finds what he thinks is the place under a low-hanging tree.
Pulling up against the trunk, Luke turns the car off and looks at Mary with longing in his eyes. A hunger that has not been there for a good while. There are tears in Mary’s eyes seeing this.
The man she loves, always has loved, and the only one she will ever love, is looking at her with such longing in his eyes, which hasn’t been there for so long. Yes, she has put on some weight over the years and is not as stylish as many women. Mary has wondered, well worried, that Luke is no longer attracted to her anymore. But this look right now takes all doubts away.
Luke is that young man of seventeen. So in love with her and wanting to plan a life with her. Yes, things got screwed up from their original plan, but they are still together, and at this moment, Mary knows they will be together until the end.
Luke pulls her to him and kisses her with such passion she has not felt in years. She readily returns the hidden desire in her. Kissing repeatedly is fine for a start, but the center console of their car is a true cockblocker. And not being nimble enough, or small enough, to fuck on Luke’s lap behind the steering wheel, this in the front seat of the car is not going to work.
Looking at each other they nod and quickly scamper to the back seat, which is wide enough and with leg room to fulfill their goal. Luke reaches up under Mary’s dress and takes her panties down and off. She fumbles with Luke’s pants to get them open and down around his knees for now.
Luke is already hard, which is a delightful sight for Mary to see. Of late, the occasional times they have had intercourse, Luke never is really up and ready for the event entirely.
Kissing and groping, Luke gets Mary to straddle him, her knees on the seat on each side of him. Lifting her enough, Luke is amazed at how wet Mary is as he slides her down on his awaiting cock.
The passion of both makes this a quick endeavor. They want it to last longer, but Luke and Mary’s yearning for each other takes the upper hand. Bouncing on Luke’s cock, Mary feels a long-forgotten stirring in her. Luke is pressing each of her erotic buttons simultaneously, she feels. Fireworks are shooting throughout her body, and she clenches Luke’s cock up in her. Multiple orgasms overtake her. It is like an awakening after a long hibernation.
Luke is feeling the long-lost lust also. With each stroke, he feels younger and younger with Mary, moving back to the passion he felt for her so long ago. He feels his semen stirring and bubbling to the surface. All his wants and desires are granted at this moment.
As Luke cums, and Mary shudders with another orgasm, Luke wonders why he let things slip away, diminishing their importance over these years? He loves Mary so much. Why has he let this side of things languish? It doesn’t matter now. Regardless of what is ahead for them, he vows that they will never minimize this part of their lives ever again.
Sitting and hugging each other for a good while after such a rush for them both, they pull themselves together enough to climb back into the front seat—this time, Mary without her panties. Luke holds them over his head and says they are his souvenir for today. Mary laughs and lets him tuck them into his pant pocket.
The rest of the drive is spent with them holding hands and catching glances at each other as they go along. They wander around at the fish market along the shore, but it is later in the day now; the offerings are not that great.
Luke, hugging Mary to him, tells her that they will go to a restaurant for some tonight. Then spend the night here, and get some fresh off the boat mussels tomorrow morning to take back with them.
Mary is enraptured by the idea. Never since the night they were married have Mary and Luke spent a night alone in a hotel. Sure, they have had holidays with their , first in the same room and later in an adjoining room. The option of Mary and Luke enjoying such nights just wasn’t there.
She enjoys the twinkle she sees in Luke’s eyes as he makes this suggestion and agrees with this plan. At the moment, Mary does not care what brings this change over Luke. She is just grateful.
She knows this happiness Luke feels will probably melt away come next week after days on the job. But she is going to do everything she can to keep him feeling this way inside. Getting her Luke back is a gift, and she is going to do all she can to keep it.
Over a dinner of excellent mussels, Luke talks more than he has in years. And Mary is surprised at the topic of his conversation. It is about her and her lost opportunity to pursue a career in interior design. It breaks her heart hearing Luke talk about how he denied this for her all these years.
Near crying but trying to stay composed, Mary clenches Luke’s hand and assures him she does not regret one minute of her life with him. Raising the , making a home for them all. Tears are in Luke’s eyes too. He tells her it was unfair for her and wants to do what he can to make that dream of hers come true now.
Composing themselves, they talk about classes and programs Mary could take. So many now online, it could be done. Mary feels a stirring deep inside her, imagining that it might be possible.
“But what about the ’s educations, Luke? We can’t take away from that,” Mary argues.
Luke laughs through his lingering tears and says, “Woman, I expect by the time they are ready for uni, you will have finished your courses and be making money to help pay for them.” Mary joins with his laughter, contemplating that maybe this could happen. It is too late for the fall semester, but come the new year, who knows what would be possible.
Later that night, in bed at the hotel, Luke and Mary take their time caressing and pleasuring each other slowly and completely. By morning, while not having much sleep, both are more relaxed and happier than they have been in a long time.
Stopping at the fish market, they get mussels and other seafood. On the way home, Mary texts her parents, inviting them to stay for dinner when they drop off the . The invitation is accepted. Over a feast of seafood delicacies, her parents notice how happy Luke and Mary are, something that has been missing for a while.
Driving home, Mary’s mother tells her husband, “I think we need to take the for the weekend more often. It seems to do everyone a world of good.” Her husband, understanding what she means, just nods in agreement.
oOo
John and Debbie are the couple most removed from all that is happening but are curious about Mark’s outburst last night and Tim’s new life.
Tim did a lot for John, like the rest, when in school. From the tutorial sessions, John learned to focus and analyze issues to plot the alternative outcomes. He would be the first to admit that Tim was the catalyst that led him to his career.
Back in school, besides sports, John’s only interest was in video games. He and Debbie hooked up due to her interest and skills in them too. The couple spent most of their time playing games against each other, or as a team fighting against other players in the virtual world.
Then their focus turned some as sexual awaking arrived. As they became closer, they first found this retro computer game, Leisure Suit Larry, to play together. Moving this lounge lizard through his sexual attempts and failures was a hoot for them. By then, new series were being introduced annually, which kept them interested in the game each year for the couple of weeks it took them to master that edition.
But what really got them hooked on the virtual world was the introduction of Second Life in the early 2000s, creating avatars to interact with others from all over the world but living in this cyber city. For fun, John and Debbie began generating new avatars with different backgrounds, characteristics, and agendas. Half of their fun was developing the look of each new character they created.
Sometimes they played together with the same avatar, sometimes being companions, and others as adversaries. What started as a pastime over the last fifteen years has become a source of income for both.
Debbie and John took programing and gaming classes, followed by jobs with a couple of startups to begin. Now, game designers come calling to recruit them. They work from home, coffee houses, the beach in summer, or huddled during the winter. Rarely do they go into the office as it just is not required. Plus, getting older now, the silliness of the juvenile playthings at the site for the newer gamers does not allow them to focus on the project.
John and Debbie have the good life. They have a decent income, work in a profession they love, and have plenty of time to play how they like to. They have etched out a perfect environment for themselves.
The two, for the most part, live in this virtual universe. They pull themselves from it to join their mates for football games and other events, family occasions, shopping, and appointments. The majority of their time is just lounging at home in sweats and tee-shirts.
Debbie and John do have an active sex life. Yes, it usually starts in the virtual world. They both can play each other like a fine violin to the point the passion erupts into real-life needing to be dealt with. Then it often results in hours filling the physical cravings they have.
Relaxing after a long week of tweaking a new app about to be launched, Debbie and John spend Saturday playing one of their favorite avatar adventures. While playing, their conversation turns to the night before.
“Well, Mark, as usual, made an ass of himself last night,” Debbie comments.
“That’s just standard Mark, but it was a bit shocking how fast he pinned on Abbie being transgender. She looked great to me when she walked in. I wonder if I would have even realized she was if Mark hadn’t blurted that out,” John replies.
This starts a conversation between them. Knowing that Abbie is a transgender woman, it is a bit surprising that Tim is in that type of relationship. Tim rarely dated all these years. It is interesting to John and Debbie that when Tim finally finds someone he likes, it is a transgender woman. It just seems a bit out of character for him.
Both are glad Tim has found someone, and Abbie is lovely and friendly from the start. Well, after she recovered from the initial onslaught. Debbie mentions, “You are right, if it hadn’t been pointed out to us, would we have caught on? Though what does it matter? Abbie is nice, Tim obviously loves her, and Abbie him. It does, on the other hand, leave interesting speculations.”
John elbows Debbie, thinking the same thing. How did it work between Tim and Abbie, sexually? Which leads to another prolonged conversation. And ideas for them.
Trying to work out the logistics involved, Debbie says, “John, I am willing to try this to understand the physical positions for doing this, but I am not sure about you ass-fucking me. We never have yet, though sure, we have played with plugs a lot. It might be I’ll need you to stop before fully engaging.”
John understands Debbie’s limitations. He appreciates her willingness to try today, even if just up to a limit. All this is being done in part to understand how avatars would move and interact in such play. But it is also for the sexual fun they will have.
Debbie leaves John to clean up some and change from his sweats. She goes and prepares. Debbie puts make-up on, something she rarely uses, going a bit heavy to try to create the image Abbie gave off yesterday. Debbie curses when the eyeliner smears, and she needs to redo it. ‘How does Abbie do it so flawless? I need her here to make me up,’ Debbie thinks, laughing at herself.
When done, Debbie has a smoky, alluring look about her. She puts on one of her strap-ons, then lacy panties and bra, thinking, if doing this, she should go all the way. Debbie adds a garter belt and silk stockings. Her ‘cock’ is now just peeking out of the top of her panties. She wiggles it some, so it is more hidden to start. Debbie throws on a low-cut dress and high heels.
Back in the bedroom, she calls John to join her. When he comes into the room he is astonished at how good his wife looks. Debbie takes his hand and leads John to their big bed. He sits on the side of the bed as he watches Debbie’s performance to warm things up.
She scurries to the kitchen to get a bottle of vodka they keep in the freezer and two chilled glasses. Swinging her hips more than she usually does, Debbie comes into the room, walks over to John, and hands him the glasses as she opens the bottle.
Debbie pours three fingers of vodka into each glass, puts the bottle down, and takes one of the glasses. Clinking it with John’s, they both take a sip.
“So, what brings you here tonight?” Debbie asks in a husky voice. John is being turned on by the minute from the different look and appeal of Debbie. She always has been beautiful to him, but wow, right now, she is a knockout.
“To get to know you better,” John replies, pulling her to sit next to him on the bed, and puts his arms around her. They kiss with passion. Pulling away some, John takes their glasses and puts them on the side table before returning to kiss this vision more and more.
He breaks from character for a moment and ponders, “I wonder how Tim found out Abbie is a transgender woman? Did he discover it? Which I have heard happens sometimes. Or did she tell him before anything began? And for that matter, where did he meet Abbie?”
Debbie knows none of those questions are immediate concerns, but is John working his way through how it would be. Replying, she says, “Abbie seems like the type that would have explained all about it before they did anything, so Tim could come to terms with whether he could accept this about Abbie or not.”
“That’s true. So I know what is ahead, just have not seen everything yet?” John agrees, turning back to the activity at hand. Kissing Debbie more and more, he moves around to lick and nibble her neck and ears, which he knows she likes.
His hands reach around and unzip Debbie’s dress and he starts moving his lips over her now exposed shoulders. Debbie stands facing him for a moment and lets her dress drop to the floor as she steps out of her shoes.
Suddenly, John sees Debbie as a transgender person before him. There is a mixture of feelings running through him, both so good. First, seeing Debbie in the lingerie, with makeup, her hair piled on her head in a sexy bun, is a vision to him. Debbie only dresses this way for very important events, like a wedding or other similar occasions. John doesn’t mind Debbie’s everyday look, but it is mind-blowing to John in such times like this.
Second, John can see the bulge in Debbie’s panties, and John is surprised at how aroused that makes him. The idea of someone so lovely and feminine, with such nice breasts and figure, could also have additional equipment.
This, for a moment, is concerning to John, but enlightenment from the games they play sweeps through him. Yes, people can be fluid, and maybe that is really how most people are if they would open up and accept it. So what that you are attracted to someone of the same sex? Often, it starts from familiarity with the person and a natural feeling evolving—the desire to express your appreciation in a sexual manner.
Debbie is experiencing some internal feelings herself. Yes, she is well aware that it is only a strap-on. But she visualizes being transgender, thinking about what it would mean. The first time with someone she cares about. Exposing herself fully to them. Will they accept or reject her? Debbie submits herself to the role, and suddenly she feels in such companionship with transgender women knowing they are a woman but captured in a male’s body.
Oh, Debbie knows she could never experience it as profoundly as Abbie would, and does. But her curiosity, and now compassion, is egging Debbie to learn more. And not just to create a new game, but to understand fully.
She climbs up on John’s lap, straddling him, kissing him again and again, moving her lips now to move over his neck and ears. Debbie clings to John as their passion grows. John feels Debbie’s hidden cock against his mons and lower stomach. She feels his now hard cock against her ass crack as she wiggles on John’s thighs, getting closer and closer.
Both are amazed as the feelings rush through them, hoping to remember the details later to document what had started as an experiment in a different lifestyle. By now, Debbie has taken off John’s shirt, and somewhere in all the wiggling and adjusting, his pants and shorts have vanished.
Reaching down on Debbie as they kiss, John unhooks her stockings and removes her garter belt. Soon after, her bra is discarded so John can spend time worshiping her boobs. Sucking on both nipples, making them hard, sends Debbie over the threshold the first time.
Both now are in high gear but trying to pace themselves. For John, feeling Debbie’s pseudo-cock against him seems to make him want her more. Debbie’s arms are wrapped around his neck tightly, John able to suck her lushest breasts while feeling something different soon to explore. John finds himself on such a different plane than he is accustomed to.
He bends Debbie back on the bed and takes charge. Lowering her panties, John sees her penis starting to materialize in front of him. He leans and takes the glans into his mouth, treating this cock like Debbie’s new clit. John knows that the sucking and exploring he is doing is not servicing Debbie much, but they are now immersed in the game.
Debbie, in the role totally. She begins feeling her vag clenching over and over. From John licking her cock, with no other stimulation, Debbie is thinking about what is happening in the spirit of the game. Playing the part of having male genitalia has Debbie so on the edge as they play this out.
John has bypassed Debbie’s pussy, but instead is rimming her, whispering comments about how luscious her special vag is. This unique finger action with John probing in further and further pushes her over the top again.
John is all in now; staring Debbie in her eyes, he lifts her legs over his shoulders. “Are you sure, Debbie? I will stop here if you need me to,” John says, though he is not sure as aroused as he is now if he can stop.
“Get some lube and go for it, honey,” Debbie, again in a husky voice, tells him.
Reaching for the bedside drawer, John quickly has Debbie’s special hole fully lubricated. Then rolling a condom over his stiff prick, he also lubes it up. Debbie is waiting, legs stretched apart. Again John is tempted to ask her if she is sure, but seeing and feeling her heavy breathing and cunt throbbing, he understands she is ready to go all the way.
Slowly, he presses his cock into her back hole, stopping like he did the first time they had sex at her hymen before he progressed through. This time, doing the same with her sphincter. Waiting for her to accept this tapping at her door before coming fully into the room. When John feels Debbie relax enough to accept his cock entering this gateway, he pushes in more. And more, and more.
Soon John is banging Debbie like there is no tomorrow, feeling how tight she is and hearing all her moans. Not in anguish, but heavy breathing acknowledging how much she is enjoying this between them.
At this state of perfection, John and Debbie do not take long to jump the line together, crying loudly in harmony as they culminate this moment between them.
Totally spent, John and Debbie fall together on the bed. Yes, a nap would be nice. But they're hoping all they have discovered about this alternate choice of a relationship will be remembered when they wake.
Just before they drift off, John says, “Try to remember everything. This could evolve into a great new game and demographics to invite in.”
In response, Debbie just wiggles closer to him and purrs, “Of course, it is obvious that we need to understand, and include, all such deviations from the norm. Which, in fact, is probably becoming more the norm than being deviant.”
Then she adds with a bit of a wicked laugh, “I think we are going to need much more research in these differences as we go along.”
John pulls her close to him and replies, “And I take it you are volunteering us both for the job?” They wiggle some to get comfortable against each other. John finds as they nod off his hand is clasped around Debbie’s cock, still strapped on.
And one more couple finds this Saturday so welcoming for an afternoon nap.
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All of the couples have questions about Friday night. Things for them to ponder. But at the same time, things closer to home are taking precedence. So, for one reason or another, nothing more is speculated about Mark or Tim or Abbie for the rest of the weekend.
All the couples' personal desires seem to roll over into Sunday, and they are what is addressed by the partners.
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Tim and Abbie 58: Some of the others in attendance Friday night
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Posted:May 16, 2021 4:31 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 7:24 am
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Let us not forget the others the pub last night. For the most part, new friends for Abbie, Grace, and Sam. For Tim, good friends. All of the four couples have stood by him. Both in difficult times as support and celebrating each of Tim’s achievements. Graduating from the university, getting his job, the death of his . Each time they all were there. And now, with Abbie, does Tim begin to realize how great of friends they have been and are. And yes, even Mark, as annoying as he can be at times.
Matt and Martha spend the weekend with Matt assembling the crib as Martha reads the directions. Martha is days away from her due date, so while agreeing to wait for this part until absolutely, completely, and totally sure, it is time to be positive and anticipate the coming event.
Graduating years ago, Matt began working at different jobs, nothing offering opportunities towards the future. Martha, meanwhile, went on to uni and graduated with a teaching degree. The two were together throughout this time. They knew they loved each other and no one else compared since they were .
After finishing college, Martha got a teaching position, and Matt looked for a more stable job. Not that long after Tim got the job at Microga, he told Matt about an opening in the assembly area. Not giving him a heads up but recommend him for the position. Getting the job, things began to fall into place for Matt. He and Martha married and moved forward to starting a family.
Since marrying years ago, one part of their lives has been hard to take. It seemed to not be in the cards for them.
During the next years of their marriage, Martha had five mischarges. Two going to the end of the second trimester. That was not counting two short pregnancies before they were married, never known to anyone other than them. They rejoiced each time Martha got pregnant, but they were wary each time about the outcome by the sixth time.
This time, things seem to have finally clicked. Now just days from Martha’s due date, they are both getting ecstatic about ‘this time’ but holding back until it does truly happen. They have been so careful.
Both know deep down if it does not happen this time, they need to give up their attempts and take action so the disappointment does not happen again. They just couldn’t take it if it did.
But this weekend, they both are happy and anticipating a positive outcome. Since the six months into the pregnancy, Matt has held back from any sexual activity with Martha. Needless to say, both are rather horny by now and would like relief.
There is the prospect of something more being offered to Matt at Microga. Again through Tim. Underneath both are giddy with the possibilities. When the crib is finished, standing together admiring the -to-be’s room now finished, Martha turns to Matt and kisses him long and hard.
Matt is surprised at first as Martha has not kissed him that way for years. Both have fought their own demons over the past years, sometimes dipping to depression, anger, or desperation. Now it seems like the dark plague is being lifted. He returns Martha’s kiss with enthusiasm.
Martha takes his hand and leads Matt to their bedroom. Unbuttoning his shirt and then pants, she pushes Matt’s hands away as he tried to stop her. She has him undressed and leaning back on the bed, his legs over the side touching the floor.
Martha bends down, making a small moan from the heaviness of her bump. She takes Matt’s cock in her hand first, and then slips her lips over it and begins to suck him the way Matt loves the most. He always appreciates Martha’s enjoyment of going down on him. Over the years, he’s heard other guys complain about their wives never doing the oral. In response, Matt smiles and stays silent about Martha’s skill and willingness.
Matt moans with pleasure as Martha sucks more and more. She lifts back now and then, catches her breath, and presses her back now and then. “, don’t do this if it is hurting you. I love you for doing this, but not if it is harmful to you,” Matt tells her.
“Matt, please let , you need to relax and be in a good state of mind for your meeting Monday morning with Tim,” Martha says with tears forming in her eyes.
“Sweetie, I love this too, but here, sit on the bed, and I will stand in front of you, so you do not have to lean over so much,” Matt says as he shifts their positions. And as soon as seated, Martha is back sucking Matt’s prick, which now fully responds to her attention.
Matt is getting closer and closer now to cumming. Martha’s tongue is running up and down over his bottom corpus. Pressing against the vein sending his semen to his cock and . Precum drips from Matt as Martha starts this dance around his glans. She is caressing his balls, squeezing and pulling on them gently to stir and cook his juices. Martha takes more and more of his cock in. Matt can’t imagine being with anyone other than Martha.
Their long history together since . The hopes that this time there will be a positive outcome to Martha’s pregnancy. And now, the alluded possibilities that his position at Microga could improve giving them more to raise this impending . Thinking about all these things in snatches as Martha is raising his temperature more and more. Matt’s body begins to tremble visibly. His cock is bouncing in Martha’s mouth as she sucks him.
And then the explosion. The three months of buildup lets loose. Matt’s gasps and sighs from this marvelous release warms Martha’s heart. Now satisfied himself, Matt cleans his sperm away and lifts Martha’s dress off her. He unhooks the larger bra to cover her swelling tits and pulls her panties off her. She is now naked too.
Matt bends her back on the bed and takes time to take in the extraordinary beauty of his very pregnant wife. It is overwhelming how lovely she looks with a huge Buddha belly holding their . He asks Martha if she would let him take a picture of her. Just for them, but to remember this time.
Martha, now shy, takes a minute to agree. Thinking positively, if this makes it and is theirs, it would be a lovely memory of its impending arrival. If God forbid, it is taken from them, the picture could be destroyed or hidden away until she might be able to this magic moment again.
The bedroom light is perfect, as is Martha’s pose. The resulting pictures, seen both in black and white and in color, are beautiful depictions of this moment. Martha’s hands strategically placed make the pictures erotic and suggesting, rather than pornographic.
But this is about that afternoon, not what becomes apparent later.
Matt looks with lust at his wife. She just satisfied him to such a degree. He wants to make her feel wonderful also. But Matt is worried about hurting the in her. Looking Martha’s swelling breast, so full of milk now, Matt begins kissing her, then down her neck to the points she so enjoys.
When he kisses and nibbles at the back of her neck, Martha almost has an orgasm from just that. Then as she lies on her side, one of the few positions she is comfortable in now, Matt runs his fingers up and down her spine, sending electric shocks through Martha’s body.
Adding to it, Matt begins to lick, kiss, and suck around Martha’s enlarged boobs. He circles her areolas with his tongue. The temptation is too much. Matt takes one of her nipples between his lips and sucks on it some to make it hard. Suddenly a tiny of milk spills . Being so eager for this to arrive, Martha is already full and ready for release.
Matt pulls back from her to allow her to calm and to think about what just happened. That tiny taste is surprising but spectacular. The slight taste of Martha’s milk, which is still on his tongue, is delicious. He smiles, thinking how lucky his will be to suckle at his ’s tits.
He hugs Martha to him, her head on his shoulder. Matt softly and slowly fingers her clit. Allowing Martha to build to the ultimate climax gradually, in a gentle way. Not disturbing their awaiting . Letting her release the inner tensions of the last several months.
After Martha’s gasp, acknowledging her cumming, the two snuggle together for a leisurely nap to end the afternoon.
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Not everyone is taking naps this weekend afternoon. Peter and Sarah finish fall yard work the grey of the after the prolonged rain last night. Their yard and flower beds are all ready for their long winter nap. Well, perhaps some things are beginning to nap here also.
Afterward, a late snack instead of lunch, dinner is set to cooking, and they flop on the oversized sectional couch they have and turn on a movie. Luckily, it is a recorded movie, so it can be stopped or rewound if other things absorb their attention.
Which does happen. Sitting close to each other, feet up on the large footrest part of the sectional, Peter and Sarah’s hands soon find each other’s thighs. Like youths in a dark movie theater, the two rub each other’s thighs, teasing running closer and closer to each other’s crotch.
As they play with each other and do not really watch the movie, Sarah brings up last night, not all that happened, just the part that concerns them. “Peter, what do you think Tim has in mind meeting with you and Matt on Monday?”
Peter is trying not to think about Monday as he is unsure what will happen. In reply, he says, “Sarah, I know you wish for me to be moved up, but the truth is, I like working in the shop. It is where I feel comfortable and know what I am doing. I see things that could be improved and will tell Tim, just as Matt and I talk about it. I do not want to be strapped with doing something more office-like. The hands-on is important and rewarding to me.”
Sarah cuddles closer to him and replies, “Oh, Peter, I would not want you to be unhappy with your work. Or feel you have to accept something you don’t want to. Be open with Tim, and I am sure he will understand.”
Sarah and Peter have been together off and on since before secondary . The trouble was, when Sarah went on to A-levels and then university, Peter just shifted to full-time in the job he had during . Since then, for years, he switched jobs regularly, trying to find what he was comfortable doing. That was, until like Matt, Tim came to both their rescue.
But, Peter’s work situation was not the problem with his and Sarah’s relationship. His trolling and hound dogging, not just with Mark when he got obnoxious, but on his own, was the issue.
Peter had a hard time staying faithful to Sarah. So their relationship has been on again off again for many years. Sarah had also hooked up with others during college a few times, so between them both, it took until last year for them to get back together more seriously.
And this time, now grown up and in their thirties, they know that they want to be together and make it work. Peter now has a steady and good-paying job at Microga, thanks to Tim. Sarah graduated with a degree in literature and began her career as a editor for a London publishing company. With more and more computer and internet functionality, she now works primarily home, requiring a once or twice a month trip to London.
When they got back together eighteen months ago, Peter showed his devotion by asking Sarah to marry him. She agreed, and while taking their time, the nuptials are planned to take place in the new year.
So isn’t a problem for them. But Peter’s happiness is important to Sarah. Over the years, she learned that if he is discontent, Peter strays. So after coming together again, Sarah is trying to keep Peter satisfied with his life. And now this, at Microga, Sarah needs to help Peter understand that Tim would never ask more of Peter than he is comfortable with.
But in the same vein, Sarah saw how animated and enthusiastic Peter was Friday night. When Matt and he talked about improvements in the factory with Tim, Peter was so vibrant and energetic. This afternoon, Sarah just wants Peter to relax, not worry, and feel confident enough whatever is suggested.
So her hand moves up higher as they turn their attention back to the movie for a bit. Sarah can feel Peter’s cock getting hard under his jeans. She is starting to feel a bit aroused from Peter’s wandering hands. She leans and unzips Peter’s pants, letting his hard cock bounce out to see the light of day. How a flower will suddenly pop and bloom in the spring.
She smiles as she takes Peter’s released cock and balls in her hand. As she wanks Peter, he lifts himself enough to push down his pants and off him. As he breaths deeper and deeper from the magic of Sarah’s fingers, he opens her pants and is soon fingering her wet and wild cunt.
Oh, this is a good Saturday. Forget the movie. They will watch it another time. This is more important and immediate for them. They turn and kiss each other with passion which has re-entered their lives this level the last few months. Their love for each other is now fully understood and appreciated.
Kissing and fingering soon lead to all their clothes discarded on the floor. The wide seats on the sectional couch allow them almost more room than their king-sized bed. They are on each other like two in heat. It has been a while since, just together, they have felt such rushes running through them.
Peter is eating Sarah’s pussy, as she maneuvers him around to be able to suck on his cock. Together they are taking each other to such heights. Stopping their own contributions when the edge is too close, then picking up for the other again when the peak has been achieved.
Peter, licking Sarah’s slit up and down, collecting all her juices in his mouth to savor and enjoy. Circling and then sucking on her clit to get it hard and throbbing. Fingers up in her vag, searching and finding her g-spot to press against as she let out cries of contentment.
Sarah is sucking and licking Peter’s cock, helping it get harder and harder. Lapping on his full ball sacks to get the juices churning. Then up and down along his vein, pushing his fluids forward. Over his cap to lick and tease his slit to release precum. Sarah is rewarded and laps up the sticky goodness.
She continues, as does Peter, each more concerned about making the other cum than themselves. It has been a while since they have been so in tune with each other. It feels so good. Sure, each feels a little bit is missing, but their mutual enjoyment with each other cancels that out.
Peter’s fingers and tongue have Sarah give in and cum three times before he reaches the moment of no return. Swinging around, Sarah on her knees, Peter takes her from behind. Banging his hard cock in over and over. Sarah is crying out in excitement with each thrust. Yes, after the big build-up, this part is short but so rewarding. Together they cum. Sarah, with total abandonment as Peter, dumps his accumulated load deep within her.
It is wonderful.
After each licks the other clean, they just throw on their tops as they watch the movie's conclusion. They can smell the aromas of dinner cooking and know it will be ready soon.
At about five o’clock, they hear the side door open and a shout-out from Tracy. They slither back into their pants and to her they are in the den. Tracy comes in and hugs and kisses them both, telling them dinner smells terrific. Together they set the table and put the final touches on the meal.
Over dinner, Peter and Sarah tell Tracy about the possible opportunity ahead for Peter Microga. Though Sarah, proud that she is of Peter, plays it down knowing his concerns.
Tracy is a good friend to them, though a bit . Over the last few months, she has become closer to them both. So it is not surprising that she is having dinner with them or wanting to share the news, such as it is, with her.
After dinner and a final drink together, Tracy tells them she needs to get going as she has to leave tomorrow on a short jaunt but will be back Monday evening. She looks forward to hearing the outcome about Peter then.
Leaving, she again hugs and kisses each, but adds a pinch to Peter’s ass cheek, telling him it for good luck on Monday.
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Tim And Abbie 57: The Weekend For Others After The Friday Night At The Pub
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Posted:Apr 13, 2021 5:14 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 7:24 am
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Apart from Brian and Mark, what is going on with the others who were around Friday night? While the men lament and make-up, interesting things are going on not connected their issues.
Les and Phoebe have no real concerns about Mark and Brian. They know Brian from the Peacock and feel he is a gentleman. Mark, they only know about from what Grace, Tim, and Sam disclose them Friday night. Grace, Tim, and Sam tell Les and Phoebe about what went on earlier. They mention the incident in terms of their concern about how it affects Abbie.
Les and Phoebe hope it all has a good outcome. For themselves, they are more interested in what Sam can tell them about Les’s house renovations. Through no fault of Sam’s, more Les and Phoebe getting carried away, the house is taking longer finish.
Choosing special tiles and fixtures, all special orders, they are waiting for the deliveries. This is the cause of the delay in finishing the house for them. Sam and his crew have taken on different jobs while waiting, and Les assures him that he should not worry about the delays.
But seeing Sam always triggers them ask about updates on the delivery date. Meanwhile, they are learning about each other more as they are now living together in Phoebe’s apartment above the bar.
Living together, both for the first time with someone else for a long time, Les and Phoebe are adjusting to this new life together. It is not all smooth sailing. On the one hand, having different schedules, and on the other being together so much. Les is used to being out and about, Phoebe with so much focus on Wilde Peacock, does not take time to relax and move around more.
With the renovations at Les’s house now in their third month and looking like taking a couple more, perhaps, their closeness is beginning to show. Luckily, Les has the new position at Pathways, which takes up her time days a wee Another afternoons, she has her help groups at the community center.
In those sessions, she is shifting be part of Pathways as her groups' specific needs fit better there than at the community center's general services. She is working on how the center can direct individuals in need the groups and other Pathways services.
This side of things helps keep Les occupied and not sitting at the end of the bar all the time while Phoebe works. She is still concerned about how much Phoebe gives of herself the place and is trying tactfully wean her away.
Not mention the fact that Phoebe’s working hours are afternoons until midnight or later. The sacrifices each are making have actual time together are becoming cumbersome. They are together a lot, but not as a time to really be together.
This Saturday, after both being at the bar until closing time last night, Les convinces Phoebe to sleep in. Well, not precisely sleep, but it is keeping her occupied and her mind off the bar for a few hours.
Phoebe wakes to feel a movement under the covers down by her feet around ten in the morning. If she had a , she would think it is working its way under the comforter. But with no , she imagines the raccoons she sometimes hears outside the window have found a way in. Phoebe turns shake herself awake help investigate but does not see Les beside her.
Phoebe hears the noise getting louder. And sees Les’s feet peeking out from under the covers beside her. Phoebe lies back, spreads her legs in anticipation, and says loudly, “Les, I think a raccoon got in and is under the covers. Ooh, what is it doing? It’s scrambling between my legs.”
Les stifles a laugh and makes little nibbling sounds as she does the same scrambling mentioned. Working up from Phoebe’s ankles closer and closer her special treasure. Phoebe gets into the game and ooh's and aw's at each touch, “It’s getting closer Les, what should I do?”
Chattering and squeaking in such a voice, Les replies, “Spread your legs like a good little girl and let me burrow my way into your wet, warm, sticky cave.” Saying this, Les spreads Phoebe’s lower lips and begins investigating with her tongue. Les’s fingers serve as claws to part the way to the wonderous treat ahead.
Phoebe, loving the feel of Les eating her, moans and leans back to allow this to go on as long as Les wants to. She feels herself lifting higher and higher. Phoebe crashes with an outpour quickly after Les finds her mar
But this is not a deterrent Les. She wants Phoebe give her body over today and relax totally. Les doesn’t care how many climaxes Phoebe has. The more, the better. The goal for Les is to get Phoebe to the point of total surrender. Willing to do anything suggested to her.
So the morning proceeds, into afternoon even. Les is concentrating on Phoebe’s box of jewels, making her cry out in release repeatedly. She isn’t cruel. Les takes breaks when she surfaces to caress Phoebe’s hair and back to calm her, then back to the task at hand.
In the beginning, Phoebe cries out, begging Les to stop, based on all the work Phoebe thinks she needs to get done. Les is not concerned and presses forward. Soon Phoebe’s cries of protest change to cries of lust as she comes again and again.
They don’t get out of bed all day. A cat nap, after Phoebe comes for the tenth time, she begins returning the favor to Les. Phoebe is as diligent as Les was. Between her fingers and lips, she soon has Les singing.
After coming the third time, Les laughs, telling Phoebe, “We do seem to have a gaze of raccoons here. They do seem so friendly, though. Perhaps we can let them just settle here with us?”
Phoebe joined in on the levity and agrees that the raccoons seem to have certain talents and worth keeping around. Laughing together, the raccoons decide to go burrowing, building, and cleaning the nests they are making in both of their cunts.
Finally, both exhausted and fully satisfied around midnight, Phoebe and Les, arms around each other, fall to sleep. Both know they will be in the morning, not just for each other again but also for food. Through the day’s fun, they never ate, just worked up sweats, over and over.
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After the ruckus of Friday night, Tim and Abbie are spending a quiet weekend at home. Tim is still curious about what went on between Abbie and Mark, not mention Abbie and Brian. He knows all will be revealed at the right time.
When Abbie gets a call on Saturday afternoon and goes into another room to take it, Tim’s interest further peaks. Abbie explains the call saying that it was someone from Pathways needing to talk to her about something. Tim suddenly had an aha moment.
But really? Could he be right? Brian and Mark? He does remember how chummy Mark had been with Brian that night last winter when he made a fool of himself. But that is often the case with Mar
Look at last night.
Mark is a total pillock in his comments and opinions of anyone choosing a different path than what he views as the straight and narrow. He is a troller in the worst sense. But thinking more about it, Tim does start to see where that might all be a cover. He knows how Mark’s father was and what he did to Mar If Mark does have any such feelings or inclinations, Tim could understand him keeping them under tight wraps.
Tim put his ponderings aside. It will all come out in the wash eventually. And Abbie just suggested they take a nap. Wink, win Tim now has other priorities than contemplating Mark and his behavior at the moment.
Upstairs he finds Abbie on the bed in sheer lingerie. The lace panties show the outline of her lovely clit pressing against the tight fabric; a shelf bra allowing her nipples peek out at him; and garters and black silk stockings.
It does not take long for Tim to be undressed and on the bed with her. Abbie positions Tim on his back and then lifted his right arm. She ties a silk scarf around his wrist. Tim realizes she had tied the scarf to the bedpost before he arrived. Tim’s left hand is tied in a similar manner.
Then spreading Tim’s legs, each of them is secured around his ankles. Tim squirms a little for Abbie’s enjoyment but discovers that his hands are not that tightly tied. If he wants or needs to get out of them, he easily can. But relaxing and waiting to see what Abbie has in store, Tim doesn’t let Abbie knows he’s caught on. She fluffs enough pillows under Tim’s head so he can see all which is going on.
Abbie shifts her legs over Tim, so she is straddling his knees. Her left leg bends at his side. She slowly undoes the stocking from the garter belt and slides the stocking down her leg and off. Then the other one in the same way. Abbie takes the garter belt off and tosses it aside.
Picking up one of the stockings, Abbie wraps it around Tim’s now harden coc Slowly she pulls the stocking back and forth, letting it rub and squeeze Tim’s shaft and glans. It is mind-blowing for Tim how a stocking, one that Abbie just wore, can feel so good rubbing against his pric
Tim is gasping with each rubbing of his cock with the stocking. Abbie often surprises him with new and different things and ways to . As he lies there wiggling from his constraints, but not enough loosen his bonds.
Staring at Abbie and how lovely she looks, he would like reach up squeeze her boobs, but the best he can offer is strain himself raise his head perhaps get close enough press away her bra and suck on her awaiting nipples.
Abbie sees Tim straining and giggles, “Are these what you want?” Holding and wiggling her boobs.
Tim just nods yes. The view of Abbie’s tits is like that very first night when she had sent him that photo of her in the bath, with just the hint of her nipples. Tim still has that photo, well hidden, in his phone. Sometimes, when he and Abbie are apart, Tim looks at that picture of Abbie and remembers the first rush of excitement between them.
“Do you want me to take my bra off so you can worship them?” Abbie teases. All Tim is able at this minute to do is nod yes over and over. If he could get the words out, but for some reason, at the moment, he is mute, Tim would confess that worshiping is just the start of what he feels when seeing her magnificent boobs.
Abbie smiles down on Tim as she reaches behind her and unhooks her bra, and allows it to fall down her arms and off slowly. Tim is breathing rather heavily watching this performance, and underneath her, Abbie can feel his cock getting harder and harder.
Abbie is excited also, and a little precum is evident on her panties. At times like this, Abbie wonders what it would be like to really be a woman. Having her juices flow, filling her panties as she plays with the man she loves. But at best, the little dribbles of precum do show her excitement at any moment.
The problem at the present moment is Abbie still having her panties on. The only bit of clothing for both of them. She would have to roll away from Tim to take them off, and destroy this magic moment of her straddling over him, so clearly in charge of what is happening with her captive Tim.
Bending over to allow Tim to suck on her tits which he has been longing for, Abbie enjoys the attention he pays to each. Showing reverence with his tongue as his hands are unavailable. Abbie lifts a bit to bend closer to him for the enjoyment of his tit play with her. She moves her hands to wiggle her panties down to her hips and thighs. Tim is going wild, feeling her silk panties against his throbbing coc
Tim’s prick is at full salute and throbbing for attention. Abbie rubs her crack against it, up and now, wiggling when Tim’s dick is hovering near her rosebud. Tim’s cock is between Abbie’s small but very aroused, cock (or rather, clit) and panties. Feeling Abbie’s crack on one side and the silk panties rubbing him on the other has Tim quivering with excitement.
Abbie is coming enjoy teasing Tim a bit, getting his anticipation the peak before ‘giving in’ his needs. Today is no exception. Tim’s arms raised and tied, Abbie runs her fingers around his armpits, tickling him some. Tim fidgets and laughs from the feeling, telling Abbie, “Be careful, girl, if you keep this up, you might find me peeing on you.”
Abbie smiles at Tim and replies, “Umm, that might be interesting to feel, but not on the bed, more bathtime fun.” And saying so, she moves her hand to press against the bed on each side of Tim. She lifts and brings herself down, so Tim’s dick is deep up in her. Her clit, feeling Tim in her, swells and is bouncing against Tim’s lower stomach.
Together they are enjoying this ride thoroughly. Both moaning with each deep thrust. The ride is fast and hard. Only minutes later, they both release. Abbie is enjoying the feeling of Tim’s cum up in her and her cum all over Tim’s stomach and mons.
Abbie stays put on top of Tim as she fingerpaints with her cum around his stomach and through his short, trimmed mons. She is so happy that Tim lets her groom him there now every week or so. Tim laughs at her silly . He does enjoy when Abbie relaxes enough let go of herself and be more lightheaded.
Tim pretends pull free himself from his bonds, but Abbie puts her hands over his wrists and bends and kisses him deeply. They stay in this position for several minutes, enjoying the fun of kissing each other. As they do, Abbie’s hands move circle Tim’s neck, clinging him as they kiss.
Tim ‘frees’ his hands and hugs Abbie around the waist, and they kiss on. Rolling her the side some, Tim lifts his lips kiss her forehead and suggests, “Abbie, maybe that nap you suggested is a good idea for now. There is nothing we need do but cuddle here together.”
And so their Saturday afternoon finishes with a restful nap. Before they nod off, Tim quietly says, “Abbie, I do not want you to answer as probably improper for you to right now, but from all that happened last night, and thinking about it this morning, I am wondering something. And no, not as gossip, but just trying to piece things together. I think Mark and Brian are involved with each other, and something happened due to Mark’s outburst. I’ll wait to find out, but it does make me speculate some.”
Abbie’s body responds to hearing this with a slight shiver. Tim is good at looking at the facts and hitting the nail on the head. She says nothing, just wiggles closer to Tim, moves her hand to take his, and wraps it around her waist. Tim just smiles to himself, ‘Abbie is confirming what I thin’
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Saturday morning, Grace and Sam talk about the night before, wondering how Abbie is doing after what happened. “She seems take it in stride, even talking Mark afterward, but it was the thing she worried about so,” Grace comments over breakfast.
“I am sure she is okay. Look how she even went and talked Brian when we were at the Peacoc I’m not sure why, but she seemed recover from it and join in the group conversation at the pub too,” Sam replies.
“And those couples all seem like nice, ordinary people. It was fun talking with Luke about construction. On the commercial side, he does have a great perspective of big projects' concerns like he works on. He opened my eyes to the many similarities between home remodeling and construction of an office building,” Sam continues.
“I’m sure you are right about Abbie, I’ll her later be sure, but now, I need study. This new semester starting, and my senior year with it, will be a lot of wor Especially trying get accepted a Master’s Doctorate program,” Abbie laments.
Each go their own way for the next few hours. Sam, works out schedules for his crews with all the new requests coming from King Lanes. He has developed a good working relationship with the council for the neighborhood. They are impressed with how he improved Tim and Abbie’s house and the work so far on Les’.
With more requests coming in and developing an understanding of the neighborhood inhabitants and architectural style of the homes, Sam sees a great deal of potential working in this community.
Already he has his eyes on a couple of properties looking for a quick sale at significantly reduced prices. stuck with homes from their parents who have died and want to sell as-is for whatever price they can get for the non-updated homes. Sam can see the potential for easy flips of homes along with his remodeling the list of homes for which he already has received requests.
A larger staff and more crews will be required for this to become a reality. Not to mention the initial outlay for buying properties to flip. Sam can’t believe his luck of happening into this development from Tim’s request. Before Tim’s major redo, Sam was doing only small jobs of redoing a kitchen or bathroom for the most part.
Tim led him to a goldmine, and Sam just needs to figure out how he can financially tap into the motherload. In the same vein, Sam does not want to compromise the quality of work his crew does and his reputation by biting off more than he can chew. The conversation with Luke opened Sam’s eyes to even more issues he needs to think of before diving in.
Putting all those decisions aside, seeing it is late afternoon, Sam goes looking for Grace, which is not so hard in their place.
Sam has a relatively large property, including a multi-vehicle pull barn and a large warehouse. Towards the street is a small building which Sam uses for his business offices at the front. Behind, there is a parlor, kitchen, dining area, and smaller bathroom downstairs. Above all the space are a living room, bedrooms, and a full bathroom.
Grace moved in with him in August after they dated for a couple of months. They both agree that her paying rent for an apartment was foolish now that they spend every night together. Sam is thinking about getting a bigger place, a real home not attached to the business.
Right now, though, he is on a search where he knows he will find his prey. Bingo, in the spare room. Sitting on the bed against the headboard, Grace is in deep concentration. This room they have shifted to be Grace’s office for studying. Sam comes and sits on the bed near Grace’s ankles. He pulls off all his clothes except his underwear.
Grace, in total concentration, just acknowledges this out of the corner of her eye but goes on reading. Sam moves in for his attac Sliding between her legs, he begins nibble up Grace’s legs.
She is dressed how Sam suspected. How she was dressed at breakfast. Just an oversized sweater that hangs down her knees, and nothing else. No bra or panties. Hey, it is Saturday, and she is just at home studying.
Sam maneuvers forward with his onslaught. Licking and kissing up Grace's thighs. Moving back down before attacking his main target. Reconnaissance lick and nibble up the other leg. His quarry is in view. He spreads Grace’s labia and bomb-dives in on his prey.
Grace giggles at his attack now. She now is watching and aware of Sam’s attempting a blitz. As Sam licks and teases her pussy, Grace lays her book aside and begins lie back further, spreading her legs welcome the invader, and moves down the bed.
Now on her back, Sam working hard mining her cave, Grace finds herself letting go of the stress and worries she has about the year ahead at school. Something will work out, and why waste time contemplating when she is being offered a delightful intermission.
After a passing treat for Grace’s pussy, Sam continues up through her sweater her tits. Sucking on one after the other nipple while squeezing her boobs, making Grace moan with delight.
Then moving up further if it could be believed, Sam works his way, stretching the neck of Grace’s oversize sweater. They are a -headed sex monster with both their heads sticking out of the neck, kissing each other with such passion.
Grace wiggles her arms out of the sleeves so she can touch and caress Sam also. As they kiss, their hands are busy at wor Grace’s around Sam’s prick, wanking him fullness. Sam’s fingers back at the wonderful wet and sticky spot, which makes Grace react so lovely.
Cocooned together in the sweater, they kiss and for a while. Grace gives a fleeting thought the work she is leaving undone, but this is a much better way spend a rather dreary afternoon.
Sam nice and hard now. He shifts as Grace raises her legs and enters her. That first thrust of Sam into her always makes Grace cry out in glee. From the start, such a short while ago, Grace is grateful each time Sam and she sexually interact. She never had any boyfriends to count before, but with Sam, they are both so all in with each other.
Giving into the pleasures of Sam thrusting in her over and over, Grace is thrilled. But she realizes she needs to pee. Studying for so long and so absorbed, she’s resisted the urge for a couple of hours before Sam’s arrival.
Soon, Grace feels her urethra contracting against her vagina, which is clenching Sam’s cock on each push. Oh, the feeling of scrunching her sides against Sam’s hard corpus sends bursts of electrodes through her body.
Grace read somewhere about sex with a full bladder being more intense. Now experiencing it, she is a complete believer. Oh my. Every thrust is more extreme. And the need to hold it in just makes each push more forceful.
Their mating dance goes on for a while, each getting closer and closer to climax. Both are enjoying the sexual attractions along the way. Feeling different types of waves crashing through their bodies, only suggesting what the final lap will hold, Grace and Sam are both dripping with sweat.
Some from being encompassed together in the sweater, more from the passion ignited between them. Sam thrusts into Grace again and again. His breathing is heavy, moans building deep in himself. Grace gasping and crying out in sexual joy with each deep jab into her.
At moments like now, Grace feels willing to submit herself to whatever Sam wants. Oh, Sam never would abuse such an offering. But she understands that there is a part of her that does want to submit completely to another. And with those thoughts at the back of her mind, Grace climaxes as her body trembles, and her vag clenches Sam's cock so hard he, in turn, cums spilling his sperm up in Grace deep.
Falling together, still enclosed in the sweater, Grace and Sam are holding tight to each other in the dimming light of the afternoon. A run to the bathroom is needed. But it can wait for a bit now. Being knitted together like this feels so good.
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Tim and Abbie 56: Mark and Brian moving forward
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Posted:Apr 6, 2021 1:59 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 7:24 am
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Brian opens the door to Mark standing there with his head down, trying not to cry. “This is for you,” Mark says as he hands Brian the note of apology. “I know you probably don’t want to see me, but I am truly sorry for what I did. I understand how wrong it is, and I can only try not to in the future.”
Mark rubs his sleeve across his eyes and nose to catch the tears now falling like a young boy. He starts to turn to leave, never once looking Brian in the eyes. Brian is melting over how pathetic, and remorseful Mark appears. Brain chastises himself to be strong and not be wavered by how pitiful Mark appears.
Brian wants to take Mark in his arms and hold and comfort him but knows that this moment will define how their relationship will be going forward. “You don’t have to leave. Come in and sit on the living room chair while I read your letter,” Brian tells him.
Mark looks up finally with puppy eyes, like a pet being thrown a scrap of food. Brian isn’t sending him away, yet. There might be hope. He scurries to the chair and sits down, his hands folded in his lap.
Brian reads Mark’s letter through a couple of times to make Mark squirm a little. Not to be mean, but to get Mark in the right mindset for the serious conversation they need to have.
“Mark, I appreciate your apology to me, your recognition of what you did wrong, and why. That is a start in the process. But there is much more you are going to have to come to terms with going forward,” Brian says in a stern voice,
Mark is elated. If Brian is saying going forward, then he is not telling him that it is over between them. For the first time, he looks into Brian’s eyes with hope.
“These outbursts need to be controlled, and I think the first step is for you to come out to your friends and family at least. I don’t expect you to go shouting from rooftops for all to hear, but those close to you need to know so they can support you, which I think they all will,” Brian said frankly.
“I know I do. I am just so scared,” Mark replies in a small voice. “I saw James today, just before I came here. He suggests it is time also. I want people to know, but I am afraid of the reaction I will get. And while I am not justifying what I did in any way, Abbie told me last night that her facing being outed to a whole group she did not know by me actually helped her to realize there really isn’t anything to fear from it.”
“No, Mark, it does not justify it, and I am glad you comprehend that,” Brian said with a chuckle. “Come over here. We have a lot to talk about.” Hearing Brian’s invitation, something an hour ago Mark thought would never happen again, he hurries to straddle Brian’s lap and kisses him passionately.
Feeling themselves in each other’s arms kissing for the first time in what feels like eons, rather than not even a day, they cling to each other. Breaking apart, Brian brushes Mark’s hair aside and tells him they need to finish this conversation. Mark agrees.
“Brian, I know I need to open up and be honest about myself. It just seems so hard to me to admit what I know my father would consider a major failure. I frighten myself imagining how he would have reacted. I know he is gone now, but he still seems to have a firm hold over me,” Mark begins.
“I think I am ready to. Seeing Tim and Abbie and how he seems not to care what others might think. He loves her and is not ashamed to admit it. If I could tell people that I love you and you are who I am with no matter what anyone thinks, I could do that,” Mark went on.
The room is silent and seems to be spinning for both of them, acknowledging what Mark just said. He loves Brian!
Brian’s probing blue eyes stare into Mark’s brown ones. Mark loves him?!? And said it out loud? And he is willing to tell others? This is more than Brian could hope for.
“You love me, Mark?” Brian inquires. Mark blushes, conscious of what he just said. His deepest feeling out loud. He just nods his head. “Buddy, I love you more than words can say also,” Brian admits. Both have now entered a special bubble of just the two of them. The outside world and others do not matter. They are in love with each other and no longer afraid to admit it.
Needless to say, the rest of the conversation will be saved for tomorrow, as they kiss with such passion, feeling the love flow from each other. Brian and Mark are soon in bed. Clothes are discarded as they undress each other on the way.
Brian is on top of Mark, pressing and grinding against him. Both are getting harder by the second, kissing and licking each other’s necks and face as they do. Brian lowers himself down to be able to suck on Mark’s nipples, and Mark runs his hands through Brian’s hair and then up and down on his spine.
Brian goes lower and lower, licking and nibbling on Mark’s stomach and over his mons. There is already a bit of precum on Mark’s tip. Brian licks it up greedily and then begins to give Mark the best blowjob of his life. Brian takes him entirely in as he massages Mark’s balls before sucking on one after another.
Brian's hand moves back and explored Mark’s crack and back entrance. Lifting Mark’s legs high, Brian rims his hole to wet it enough. Then fingers begin to enter Mark’s cavern as Brian returns to sucking and wanking Mark’s cock.
Brian’s fingers now resting in Mark, he begins pressing them in rhyme against Mark’s prostate. Mark cries out in total bliss. Brian is taking him to a higher summit than Mark has ever been to before. Tears come to his eyes out of joy mixed with feelings that he does not deserve this for what he did.
At this moment, so sure of things between Mark and himself, Brian is optimistic that they can conquer anything together now. Yes, the big issue does need to be resolved, but there will be time for that later.
Right now, confidence in the love they have for each other is more than enough. Understanding the feeling he has for Mark, Brian comprehends that he never had these emotions for Gary. All he wants to do is keep Mark safe and happy. Brian cares so much about him. He loves Mark unconditionally, regardless of his faults and shortcomings. To be able to share experiences with him and grow together.
Mark never experienced these sentiments for anyone before. Sure, he cares for his mother and sisters, but that is more or less obligatory. And for his mates, especially Tim, but that is gratitude. To love someone fully, willing to defend them if needed, Mark grasps that he only sees his future with Brian being a part of it. To have come so close to possibly losing him would have made his life meaningless.
Mark is now committed to being the person Brian wants him to be. Not for Brian’s sake, but for his own. To find joy and happiness in the world rather than all the negatives Mark so often sinks to.
These thoughts crash through each of their heads in nanoseconds as Brian edges Mark closer and closer to the high dive.
Arching his back in response to the dual pleasure of having his cock sucked and ass played at the same time, a low moan is starting deep in Mark’s throat begins working up to a louder cry of abandonment when he cums, sending charges through his whole body.
Yes, cum spurts from Mark, but it is a clear, different type of fluids from the usual sperm. It is like an earthquake has happened. Mark’s entire body feels the effect of a perfect prostate massage, of which Brian is a master. It takes so much out of Mark, but well worth it. Mark rolls on his side, gasping for breath, feeling the aftershocks rumble. It feels like an eight-pointer just erupted in his body.
Brian holds him close, helping Mark calm himself. Brian is rather exhausted himself from the emotions and reactions of the last day. As Mark has come to treasure, Brian strokes his back and head, softly shushing him when he tries to talk or move. Not that Mark would want to be anywhere else than in Brian’s arms.
Brian tells Mark between kissing the back of his neck and nibbling on his ears that they will talk this all through later, but now, just relax and sleep for a bit. This is a welcome idea for both of them after the lack of sleep the night before.
A couple of hours later, they awake, and Mark now takes the reins and sucks and plays with Brian’s cock, balls, and ass how he so enjoys, licking up and down his crack, circling his rosebud while wanking Brian’s prick. Brian feels his stirrings start to build quickly at Mark’s touch.
Over the months, Brian has come to recognize that Mark does like to suck cock – well, Brian’s cock - which is as it should be. And Mark does seem to have an inborn skill to do so. How Mark licks and nibbles and sucks Brian’s love stick is amazing. His ability to gently bite up and down the vein at the back of Brian’s cock sends tremors through his whole body.
Mark’s tongue teases Brian’s balls to fill and harden, adding to the sensation. The semen builds, wanting release. When Brian reaches a full erection, Mark shifts himself enough to squat over Brian’s pecker to lower himself on it. Brian tries to get Mark to wait for him to reach for the lubricant. Mark shakes his head and presses down, taking all of Brian’s prick up into his ass. Mark’s cheeks are rubbing against Brian’s balls as he begins to bounce slowly at first, then increasing quicker and quicker. Mark’s balls are bouncing against Brian’s mons, his shaft whipping Brian’s stomach.
Mark’s face does show a bit of pain as he first presses down, but soon the repeating thrusts begin to bring him that pleasure he so enjoys. Over and over, Mark feels Brian’s throbbing cock press in deeper with each bounce. Mark’s sides begin to constrict and hold the invader firmly before lifting again to plunge on the cock he so loves again and again.
Brian knows the climax is close at hand. He usually pulls out of Mark before he cums, though Mark does like it both ways. In the position he is in right now, Mark is the one in control, so Brian has no choice but to erupt into Mark’s ass. They cry out together as they come simultaneously.
Mark climbs off Brian after a long kiss and hurries to the bathroom for a wet rag and towels for them both. Mark wipes Brian’s cock and balls clean while sitting on a wadded towel, collecting any the jizz dripping out of him. When finished, Brian has Mark roll over and carefully cleans his ass of any remnants from their adventure.
Mark tells Brian to stay put and turns on the tv for him to watch. Brian hears Mark moving around in the kitchen as he flips through channels. In just over thirty minutes, Mark climbs back on the bed next to Brian, sitting up against the headboard. In Mark’s hand is a large bowl of pasta with two forks.
Watching a sappy Hallmark movie, they share the dish as they laugh and play the game they invented when watching these shows. Mark is the one who had started it. He once mentioned that, of course, the network would never have a gay or lesbian couple in these romances.
So the two pretend the woman is another guy in the movie. One of the characters would inevitably say something that could be taken differently - if the conversation was between two men. Brian and Mark call it out to each other, roll with laughter, and say the line repeatedly, often even stopping and backing up the movie to hear it again.
For a day that had started as horribly as it did, it ends being the best day ever for the two of them. They are in love with each other. And besides loving each other, they like each other. Well, for Brian, most of the time; when Mark acted out like yesterday, it is a bit of a stretch.
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Over the next few days, Brian and Mark do have several serious discussions about what steps Mark needed to make for his own happiness. They even have a joint session with James to discuss it fully.
In the end, plans are finalized, and they are ready to move to the future. But that would be jumping ahead, and other things are happening at the same time.
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Tim and Abbie 55: And what about Brian?
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Posted:Apr 5, 2021 11:06 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 7:24 am
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Brian is a highly intelligent and educated man. His high-level job at the bank requires him to make decisions quickly and decisively. He has a gentle authority which made others accept his requests and decisions without question. His humor is quietly made but always on target. Others might take a second to understand but then laugh heartily at the joke.
At forty-two, appearance-wise, Brian always is well-dressed and appropriate for all occasions. His clothes are perfectly pressed. Hours into the , he still looks fresh and kempt. He is tall in stature and gives off the feeling that he is well built his suit.
Kind and caring, he amasses many friends and followers from diverse parts of his life. On meeting, Brian quickly put people ease, making them feel confident sharing things they would never have considered telling anyone before. People feel safe knowing Brian will not betray the confidences they share.
Brian knew he was gay since turning , once puberty kicked in. Grasping the part about he enjoyed most was looking the other adolescent boys coming into manhood in the shower. Brian never acted on those feeling until he was in college.
Brian’s looks and appearance never set anyone’s gaydar off. He never hides his preference, nor does he openly flaunt it either. During his second year university, Brian had his first relationship with another . It was somewhat accidental how they came together, but they were happy together for the remaining three years.
When Brian was accepted into a graduate program, they went their separate ways. They had liked each other, but it was nothing really serious. It was more or less training camp between them: an opportunity to discover, fumble, and practice for future partners.
For the next five years, Brian dated occasionally but was focused on his career for the most part. At thirty, Brian began his first real relationship, falling in love for the first time, head over heels. Gary was around Brian’s age, and they had much in common. Gary was attractive and charismatic
It started casually, but soon Brian was infatuated, and things moved quickly forward. Shortly after meeting, they were inseparable, moving in together after knowing each other a couple of weeks.
Brian and Gary were together for years when it all came shattering down. Since then, Brian has just been with a few men casually now and then, never getting emotionally attached. Being blindsided by Gary, Brian took the break-up hard, even though he was the one to end things.
Everything had been good for the first four years or so, Brian thought. Then Gary’s job changed. Gary explained that with the new position, he would have to be of town most weeks. They still had wonderful weekends of unstoppable sex. But the separation, with Gary hardly calling or texting while gone, began to take its toll.
This lifestyle went on for four more years. Brian, while wrapped up in his job, was getting more and more depressed. It never showed as Brian did not wear his heart on his sleeve, but on many evenings alone, he would succumb to tears.
The finale began when Brian discovered something that he could not tolerate. Gary had a side piece when he was of town. Not just a side piece, but a relatively one. Gary was supporting this man/ whose occupation seemed to be making himself available for Gary to meet wherever he was working a given week. And who knows what the slut was up to on weekends when Gary was with Brian.
Brian confronted Gary about it, and there were several rounds of Gary promising it was over and how sorry he was. Gary would work from home for a couple of weeks after each promise, but then back on the road, the toy was with him again.
The final straw was when Brian, by chance, learned that Gary had not been made to take the -of-town position but had asked for it, even taking a cut in salary to do so. The whole affair Gary was having had started almost a year before his job change. Doing the numbers, Brian realized this runt with Gary had been nineteen when it all began.
The ending was quick and thorough. Brian found a house to purchase and moved of the flat he and Gary shared. He cut all ties with him and began a single life for himself.
Realizing his inner anger, which he could not shake, Brian began counseling with James. Their regular session helped Brian come to terms with his sorrow and resentment. Besides coming to terms with his relationship with Gary, Brian also learned not to be afraid to be close with someone again but to take time to get to know the person first.
After a couple of years of counseling, Brian concluded seeing James. He is now more stable, open to taking the time needed to get to know someone before going ‘all in,’ and ready to find someone who would be suitable for him.
James is who Brian called to set up an appointment at Pathways for Mark. When Brian saw James, Abbie and he never saw or interacted due to Brian’s sessions being in the early evening. It was after the sessions ended that Brian began to frequent the Wilde Peacock. Putting himself there to perhaps meet someone. He and Abbie would often over drinks and became friendly, but there were no sparks of attraction between them.
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Then this last winter, an evening at the sports pub happened. Often, Brian thought of that night as a miracle bringing Mark into his life. Brian sometimes frequented the pub beside the Wilde Peacock. He liked the sports attitude and enthusiasm of the place.
That night had been a pivotal game between two rivals, Brian’s team against what he learned was Mark’s favorite. He had heard Mark getting more and more vocal as his team made mistakes or allowed the other team to score. Mark had peppered his comment with mentions of pansies and nancies.
By fate, perhaps, Mark, ordering another pint, was next to Brian at the bar when he made his loud comment about his team being a bunch of queers and fairies, playing so miserably tripping over their feet all the time.
Brian saw the humor in Mark’s statement, as Brian was accustomed to when amused, turned to Mark and calmly said in a clear voice for all to hear, “Actually, tripping over your feet is more a hetero thing, isn’t it? I thought fairies and queers were graceful and danced around.”
As soon as Brian said that, followed by the hush in the bar, he worried he was about to get punched. Never would Brian have imagined Mark’s reaction to his joke. Or that he would suddenly become Brian’s bosom-buddy. The first time right after the joke, when Mark flung his arm around Brian laughing, Brian froze for a minute, feeling this electrical charge crash through his body.
No, he could not be aroused by this more or less Neanderthal. And in the same manner, this guy could never be attracted to him in that way. But Mark kept coming back, and in the end, sat next to Brian and chatted long after his friends left.
As they talked and introduced themselves, Brian began to realize that outside of Mark’s crude comments, he was an interesting and funny guy. Brian started calling Mark, buddy, as they chatted, a reaction to Mark’s calling him the same. Then in the car outside Mark’s flat, when Mark initiated a kiss between them, Brian was surprised and rather ecstatic.
The kiss, short as it was, sent the electrodes on overload through Brian’s body. Brian knew Mark was very drunk. Was Mark just someone who was gaysted? That was the last thing Brian needed. Hooking up with gay poison was not an option Brian would ever participate in.
Brian’s compassion won out, and he helped Mark to his flat. After getting him comfortable on his couch, looking down on Mark fast asleep, Brian felt that incredible sensation running through his body. Brian felt the goosebumps on his skin as he brushed aside Mark’s hair.
Maybe.
Brian wrote the note with his phone for Mark to him if needing a ride back to his car. ‘If he calls, and we meet sober, perhaps it could be something,’ Brian thought as he drove home.
Brian never told Mark, but that Saturday morning, he was on pins and needles, wondering if Mark would call for a ride. Brian hoped he had not been too forward with the note, but he wanted to know what Mark’s motives were for kissing him. Was Mark gay or not? And was he really that attracted to Mark from just one kiss? Well, the kiss, and an enjoyable evening of conversation.
Mark was the first person Brian felt attracted to in years. The few he had been with since Gary was more from physical needs than a feeling of kinship.
The next day, learning that Mark now comprehended his true inclinations and desire for Brian, but just stepping over the fence, Brian warned himself that they would need to go slow. ‘Don’t get attached to him until he is sure about this. Just think of it as a bit of fun helping him learn the ropes,’ Brian counseled himself.
By the end of the weekend, Brian knew he needed to pull back some or lose all self-control. Leaving Mark Sunday evening, Brian did not suggest seeing each other the next day.
But Monday night, after they had watched the gay porn movie while they chatted on the phone, Brian was all in. Hearing the anguish in Mark’s voice, Brian hurried to Mark's side late at night to comfort him. Afterward, Brian knew he would see this all through with Mark no matter what happened.
Whatever powers brought them together, it was for a reason. Brian was thankful for that and was ready to put himself out there to care and connect with someone. That someone being Mark.
Mark agreed when Brian suggested he see a counselor and accepted a meeting with James. Brian did not mention James being his former counselor, not intentionally. He just did not think it was important. Brian also had Mark get tested for STD at Pathways while there. He saw his doctor for a similar test to be sure they both were clean.
After everything with Gary and realizing how he could have transferred all sorts of‘ diseases’ to Brian, he was adamant that anyone he was with was safe. Being tested and sure was a hard and fast rule for Brian before getting intimate with anyone.
The months flew by. Brian enjoyed every step Mark made on the stairs up to a full sexual relationship with another man. Taking their time allowed them to relish each new level fully, which if they had jumped headfirst in, they would have missed. How just making out and hand play could be so rewarding when and first exploring, but once fucking began, that type of play was mostly ignored.
Having time to perfect satisfying each other along the way offered Mark and Brian even after they ‘did the deed’ variations of ways they could pleasure each other. They also got to know each other so well, talking about their youths and friends. Mark often mentioned his mates who had been with him the night they met. Especially Tim and how he had so generously helped him and the others through .
That first night at the bar with Mark, except for their interactions, was a blur to Brian. That evening, Brian was unaware of who else was around them outside of Mark.
By spring, when they were together all the time, Brian would happen into the sports bar on Friday nights with Mark. First, coming in towards the end of the game, then sometimes at the start of the game. Before or after, Brian would go to the Wilde Peacock, which was a couple of blocks away. They never acknowledge each other these times but would each other silly messages until after the gang left. Then Mark would explain who each was and relay updates about each.
The one of Mark’s mates that was not there was Tim. But the irony of this was that night in April when Tim and Abbie first met, Brian was who held the door for Tim to enter the Peacock as he was leaving to join Mark at the sports pub.
Over the summer, the gang did not get together much on Friday nights, as it was the off-season. Between vacations and other activities taking up Friday nights, they would not come together regularly until the fall.
Brian and Mark’s time together was great. While neither had spoken the words yet, they both did love each other. Nor were they able to imagine life without the other now.
Everything was so good.
Excluding Mark’s outburst at times. Brian understood why Mark could explode so negatively, and in time could see when such eruptions were coming. If Mark felt that someone had gleaned that he was gay or said or acted in a way that made him think so, his ‘homophobic guard’ would be up and attacking.
They talked about this frequently, Mark was trying to change, but he was not ready or confident enough to come out of the deep closet he had been hiding in for over thirty years of his life. The ghost of Mark’s father often haunted him and channeled through him to spout his bigoted views.
After warning Mark after the last time that there would be consequences, Brian thought Mark might have finally reigned himself in.
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Which is how Brian finds himself at the start of the game Friday night at the sports pub. Mark is so excited that Tim promises to join them for the game that night. Mark knows nothing about Abbie being a part of Tim’s life now. Brian never imagines that the Tim he knows with Abbie at the Peacock could be Mark’s Tim.
So when the shit starts flying, when Tim and Abbie come into the bar, Brian is in a front and center seat. Brian doesn’t know about Mark's acquaintance with Abbie at Pathways. He is floored when Mark’s ‘fight rather than flight’ reaction to Abbie occurs. How could Mark do such a thing to Tim’s partner if Tim is so important to Mark?
Brian hears Mark saying clearly for all in the pub to hear, “Tim, I didn’t know that you swung that way, and Abbie, is it? You do pull it off rather well.”
The color drains from Abbie’s . She grasps on the back of a chair and takes a couple of deep breaths. Looking directly at Mark, Abbie says calmly, in a clear voice that carries through the room, “Are you claiming you are without sin? Throwing the first stone? Often the one making the most noise is the one with the most to hide.” Her eyebrow raises some, and Mark blushes from her statement.
Watching Abbie’s reaction is enough for Brian, though he is pleased that she gave as good as she got. Even if no one but Mark knows what she is alluding to.
Brian throws a tip on the bar next to his half-drunken pint and leaves. He tells Mark there would be consequences. Brian discerns he has to stick to that to have any effect on Mark. And as angry Brian is at Mark at this moment, it is best that he separates himself from the situation.
Heading to the Peacock, Brian hears the chimes for texts and voicemail, but he ignores them when he sees it is Mark. Brian has a strong scotch at the Peacock. He turns the ringer on his phone off so as not to hear the repeated attempts from Mark.
When Abbie, Tim, and their friends come into the Peacock, Brian is interested to hear, if he can, if they say anything about Mark. The other couple, Grace and Sam, Brian met on previous occasions here. When Abbie comes over as soon as she gets a drink, Brian is surprised but open to what she might tell him.
Abbie relays to him about her conversations with Mark after Brian left, how Mark apologized, and her understanding of his reaction. Brian asks her if she is okay being so vocally outed in a place she had never been to before, or in front of Tim’s friends for the first time?
Abbie laughs and says, “Actually, Mark made one of my greatest fears happen tonight and showed me it was not really anything to dread as much as I do. I have never hidden who I am, but I do get away or pass a great deal. And now I realize that I shouldn’t care if people know. I was a bit afraid of how Tim’s other friends would react, but they all were so lovely and kind.
“And Brian, Mark is terribly upset about you leaving. Can’t you give him a break?” Abbie concludes.
“Abbie, I am sure he is, but this is not the first occasion he has acted out in this manner, and it is time for him to realize the outcome of such behavior,” Brian says. Abbie understands what Brian is saying.
“Don’t let him suffer too long, Brian. He seems underneath to be fragile. I am sure for someone like him, to come out himself is hard for him to contemplate,” Abbie replies. Hearing this, Brian begins to formulate a plan.
A short time later, Brian calls a cab to take him home. Like his mandate over Mark, Brian is careful himself when having more to drink than he should when out. He can get his car tomorrow.
Brian has a fitful night, much like Mark. Not having Mark cuddling to him left a massive void in Brian’s bed. All the messages Mark sent Brian knows are cries out to him. Brian does not read them so as not to break his resolve. Let Mark have a night to repent some. Tomorrow will be soon enough to deal with this issue.
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Saturday morning, first fixing and eating breakfast, Brian sits down on his couch. Trying not to think about the absence of Mark beside him. Brian scans the texts Mark sent and listens to the voice messages.
Finishing, there are tears in Brian’s eyes over how pitiful and remorseful Mark sounds. Brian dresses and calls a cab to retrieve his car. Back home by mid-afternoon, Brian is surprised that Mark’s messaging stopped a couple of hours ago.
Brian, unsure of what is going on, figures he will wait until this evening to check on Mark. That will be twenty-four hours since Mark’s outburst. It should be long enough for it to sink in some to Mark about what can happen if he keeps having them.
Brian turns on a movie to keep him occupied and tries to relax. An hour into the film, his doorbell rings.
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Draining the water from the tub, Mark fills it again with hot water. His tears are still flowing. He is not ready get out of the bath yet. His life has changed so much being with Brian. Mark knows that at times he acts like a teenage girl having her first big crush.
Mark can’t explain it even himself. Brian is the world him. Never has he felt so alive and like he finally is in the right place. Mark knows that if his father were still alive, even as as Mark is now, he would have been beaten an inch of his life.
Mark knows that his father’s influence does affect the inane comments he blurts out at times. Like tonight. How could he have been so stupid? Brian warned him, but Mark acted out anyways. Abbie is nothing to fear, but Mark felt like his world was about to come crashing down in that first moment. He isn’t ready to announce his sexual preference yet. Mark is only coming to terms with it himself.
Leaning back in the tub again, Mark remembers how things evolved with Brian, like a movie playing in his mind.
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Over the next month, Mark and Brian did move forward more and more. Brian would always check that Mark was comfortable with each step. After the night at Brian’s, it was Friday. Mark’s night at the pub with his mates. Brian suggested a plan which, during the following months, they would follow pretty much.
Mark would meet his friends at their pub for the game while Brian kept himself occupied elsewhere for the evening. Most often at the Wilde Peacoc When the game ended or was in the last period, Mark would Brian, and he would come into the pub and sit at the bar. After the rest of the group left, Mark would join Brian for one more drink before heading to Mark’s apartment for the night. They usually went in Brian’s car as he was very adamant about Mark driving after he had been drinking.
Saturday mornings, they would collect Mark’s car and spend the weekend at Brian’s house. Mark would also stay there, for the most part, Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday night. After dinner on Wednesdays with his family, Mark would Brian when he was leaving, and they would meet at Mark’s flat for the night.
Yes, they quickly fell into being together every night. Mark, never sleeping with someone else before, found that he was so relaxed and able to slumber so easily with Brian.
Mark started joining Brian at the gym a couple of evenings a week after work, sometimes on a Saturday also. They went out to dinner, movies, plays, museums, and other activities, which were a new world to Mar Just being with Brian was a treat for Mark, but Brian finding different things for them enjoy together was a bonus.
On that first weekend, Brian and Mark began moving closer together sexually. Saturday, watching television, Brian placed his hand on Mark’s thigh and rubbed it gently. Mark was startled a little at the touch but smiled at Brian to let him know he did like that.
Brian continued to rub up and down and over Mark’s inner thigh. Both with pants on. Mark did harden from the attention, and Brian was very observant of that. He would stop for a bit for Mark to calm, then start again. By the end of the afternoon, Mark had been almost there several times. The final time, Mark was straddling Brian’s lap,
Brian could see Mark was close to cumming. He told Mark to go to the bathroom and relieve himself. Mark meekly did, though images of Brian’s hand on his thigh helped him over the edge to finish.
The next day, they spent the afternoon in a similar fashion. This time both were rubbing each other’s thighs higher and higher. When Mark saw Brian’s cock getting hard through his pants, he so longed to touch it and see what it would feel like. Sure, Mark knew what his own cock felt like, but to actually touch another man’s would be something different.
Through his therapy sessions with James, Mark learned more about James and he and Brian’s relationship. James was a psychiatrist specializing in diverse sexualities. James showed his knowledge with his comments and suggestions.
Mark enjoyed their sessions, even when facing some problematic issues from his past. He began to understand trying to live up to his father’s expectations led to Mark trying to be the macho-stud his father wanted. Being pampered by his mother and sisters also thwarted any alternate feelings not to disappoint them either.
They also talked each time about how far he and Brian had gone, how he felt about it; was he okay with what they did, and help Mark fully understand the physical and mental impact another step forward would mean.
Moving toward a complete sexual relationship with Brian, with James's help to prepare Mark, by Valentine’s Day, the men were approaching a full sexual relationship.
By his actions, Brian would introduce the next step Mark, then Mark, feeling okay with what was happening, reciprocating. As they moved closer and closer together, it helped a great deal that Brian and Mark were getting to know more and more about each other at the same time.
From the start, it was not just a sexual thing. Mark and Brian were becoming friends, liking each other. They would share stories from their past, things they liked, everyday events they thought funny or worthy of comment.
Mark comprehended early on that he was looking to Brian to explain things to him. Brian was helping Mark to understand not just sexual things but also new concepts and theories. Much like the relationship Mark had with Tim during their tutoring sessions, looking to Tim to explain things in a way Mark could understand. Mark was not dumb in any sense but needed to be told things in a way he could comprehend and understand.
Like with Tim, Mark respected Brian’s opinions and clarifications. He was in awe when he learned that Brian had attended the London School of Economics for his master’s degree in finance. It was no wonder that Brian held the position that he did. Mark was an enthusiastic student soaking in all that Brian imparted.
And sexually, Mark was just as passionate of a student, from rubbing thighs over their clothes to caressing each other’s cock’s in the same manner, to becoming more and more undressed with each other.
A Saturday morning a few weeks after they met, Brian suggested they shower together for the first time. They went to the bathroom, and Brian turned on the shower to warm. He turned to face Mark and slowly lowered his underwear. Mark gazed longingly at what he saw. Brian took Mark’s hand and placed it on his revealed coc Mark began touch it tentatively.
At the same time, Brian slid his hands inside the waistband of Mark’s underwear and slowly lowered them, fondling his ass cheeks as he did. Standing looking at each other, they did see their cocks side by side for the first time.
Mark’s penis was about seven inches long but relatively thic Brian envisioned feeling it up his ass, filling him so. Mark’s mons was unkempt and probably never groomed. The thick dark hair just called out be taken care of.
Mark felt Brian’s prick was bigger than his. But really not. In comparison, a little over eight inches in length, Brian’s girth was not as thick as Mark’s. Brian’s mons was clipped short and tailored looking, much like how Brian dressed looked – tailored and well put together.
Both rather hard now, Brian stepped closer to Mark, their glans and shafts now touching each other as they kissed deeply. Feeling Brian’s cock against his sent shivers through Mar
Brian took his hand and led him into the shower. Brian soaped Mark up all over, taking special care and attention to his ass and coc Mark’s arms were on Brian’s shoulders steady himself from the ecstasy he felt having Brian’s hands touch all over him for the first time. He couldn’t help himself and came, squirting on Brian’s stomach as he did.
Expecting Brian to be angry with him, Mark was thrilled when Brian just smiled at him, kissed him, then used his fingers to scoop up Mark’s cum. Brian lifted it to his mouth and licked his fingers clean. “Umm, Mark, you taste delicious. Would you like to sample your cum?” Brian said, looking Mark in the eye.
Mark was surprised that Brian so casually tried his cum. The whole oral part of things, Mark was not very schooled in. While he liked, to a degree, the females he had been with to go down on him, he had never licked a pussy or tasted their juices. Shit, he never even did much finger with them.
Now, standing under the warm water, tasting his own cum which Brian held up Mark, seemed the natural thing do. He opened his mouth and licked up the stickiness from Brian’s fingers. Going just a little further, Brian pressed his fingers into Mark’s mouth to suck on for a minute.
It was the same as with the pizza. Mark did seem to have a talent for sucking. After he removed his fingers, Brian kissed Mark again, sharing the final bits of Mark’s cum lingering on their tongues.
Brian again scrubbed Mark to clean away all remnants of what happened. He took some shampoo and washed Mark’s hair. Brian did love running his fingers through Brian’s thick and somewhat curly hair. Mark was in heaven during all this. He was taking in the smell of the soap and shampoo. He now smelt like Brian did.
Now holding the washrag, Mark scrubbed Brian in the same way. Being able for the first time to explore and touch all of Brian’s body enthralled Mar Seeing how Brian hung, the size and shape of his balls, and even just how lovely his thighs and ass looked.
Kneeling in front of Brian, Mark washed his legs. Brian was surprised but pleased when Mark kissed his inner thighs. Just a short kiss and lick on both thighs, but a sign that Mark was accepting everything so far.
At that moment, Brian was so tempted take Mark all the way. He was as hard as Mark had been. But he knew not . Instead, after Mark had washed Brian’s hair, they stepped from the shower. Brian took a towel and dried Mark off. Then Mark did the same to him.
Dried and both their hair combed, Brian suggested, “Mark, if you feel comfortable, how about we stay naked today? The house is warm enough, and it would be nice, at least for me, to gaze at your lovely body all day.”
Mark readily agreed, so naked they stayed. They had breakfast, searched the web some, watched a game on tv, and continued to touch and stroke each other all afternoon.
After the game, Mark asked Brian to lie on his stomach. Straddling Brian’s back, Mark gave him a long and relaxing massage. After, Brian did the same for Mar When done, he led Mark their bed (how Brian thought about it now), and they cuddled together for a nap.
Brian woke before Mar He immediately realized that Mark’s hand was around his coc Mark must have done that in his sleep. Not tight, but just encircling Brian’s shaft. It was rather nice.
Brian gently rubbed against Mark wake him and closed his eyes, and breathed slowly. Brian did not want Mark wake embarrassed where his hand was. As Mark opened his eyes, he realized where his hand was. Smiling himself, Mark ran his fingers up and down Brian’s shaft before letting go.
So it went the following weeks. When together, they were usually naked. It was the beginning of things and getting used to each other. Soon they were mutually masturbating each other. One evening, Brian settled Mark on the couch and leaned over, and took Mark’s prick in his mouth.
Just the glans at first, sucking and licking it. When Mark began to moan and harden, Brian took more in. Slowly, step by step until he had the whole cock in his mouth, sucking while his fingers played with Mark’s balls. Mark was in heaven. This felt better than any before. And Mark was astute enough now to realize that it wasn’t so much that a man was doing it, but that Brian was doing it. The man that Mark cared about and who cared about him in return.
Yes, the counseling sessions were helping Mark, along with Brian’s patience and kindness.
Onward they ventured. Soon Mark was comfortable sucking Brian’s cock, and as Brian expected, was exceptionally good at it. Mark learned to swallow Brian’s semen but leave just a bit on his tongue to share with Brian in a kiss afterward. It was how Brian did the first time when sucking him, so another pattern was set.
It took a while, Brian introducing Mark to ass plugs and explaining how they would help him prepare for anal intercourse. Brian started with a smaller one first, with a lot of lubricant. Then moving up in size and how long Brian kept one in. It helped Mark get used to such feelings and relax his sphincter. They also began finger play up each other’s assholes. Well lubricated, one finger, then , then explored each other’s anuses.
Brian taught Mark what it felt like and how give a prostate massage. This activity was regularly repeated both ways from then on. Mark’s body was coming alive all aspects of their sexual interplay. When with Brian, his body felt on fire and pulsating all the time. And even when apart, Mark’s cock twitched each time he heard his phone chime with a message or call from Brian.
Finally, they reached the point that Mark was comfortable and ready complete their venture of discovery. Like with every step forward, Brian discussed moving this point with him. Brian thought that Mark would prefer starting by fucking Brian, which often is how men would start before fully acknowledging they were gay.
Instead, Brian was surprised when Mark said he would like Brian fuck him first. Being so in awe of Brian, Mark took on the position of the bottom in their relationship, accepting what Brian suggested and wanting to learn from him.
And so, a wintery February afternoon, after over an hour of foreplay and kissing, Mark was led to Brian’s bed to lose his cherry.
Brian had him lie on his back and made him comfortable with pillows for his head. Brian lifted Mark's legs to his shoulders. Kneeling between them, Brian lubed his cock and rubbed it against Mark’s hole of entry. Brian squirted more lubricant on Mark and worked it up into his ass with fingers first.
Then, slowly Brian pressed his glans into Mark’s rosebud and settled there as Mark accustomed himself to this new object requesting entry to his cavern. When Brian felt Mark relax, he began to press more and more of his cock in. Mark accepted Brian’s whole shaft and felt Brian’s balls thumping against his ass. At that point, Brian began slowly to press in and out of Mar He increased his pumping more and more as he felt Mark’s prick growing against his mons and stomach.
Mark was crying out, but with joy, not pain. To Mark, it felt like Brian was becoming a part of him. They now were truly a couple, and Mark realized he loved Brian - an emotion he never felt before. Mark reached his arms to wrap around Brian’s neck and pulled him forward to kiss, hoping that it expressed all the happiness and excitement Mark was feeling.
And so things went through the end of winter, spring, and summer. Mark was still not ready to ‘come out’ but Brian understood. It was the same with Mark being the one to fuck him. While after the first time, Brian did suggest and offered to be the bottom, Mark was not ready to move to that until it was almost summer. And after that, while Mark would take that role at times, he was more content with Brian taking the lead.
In July they took a holiday together to Naples, Italy. They both got very tan and saw so much. Mark was like an excited , this being his first venture outside of England. Brian was charmed with showing Mark new things and explaining them him. Mark was an eager student and lapped up all that Brian shared with him.
That holiday was the happiest time in Mark’s life, sharing an adventure with someone he loved and even showing public displays of affection as there was no one they knew see. Mark had yet tell Brian he loved him. He was too afraid that Brian would brush such sentiments aside. And in the same way, Brian never mentioned the L word either.
Not all was totally rosy, though. Mark did slip into making derogatory remarks from time to time, and even some of his gay-bashing comments. Brian called Mark on this when it happened. Mark always apologized and talked about what he had done with James during his next session.
After the wonderful holiday together, when Mark made a rude comment about a waiter being a pansy, luckily out of hearing of the waiter, Brian showed his anger for the first time.
“Mark, you have to learn to stop doing this. It is going to blow up in your face one day if you keep it up. Every time you do this, it upsets me. If you do not refrain yourself, there will be consequences to be paid,” Brian told him in a stern voice.
Brian knew that when Mark felt threatened, he lashed out this way in response. In terms of the waiter, he had removed the extra place setting, so the were sitting next each other in the booth rather than across the table. Then topped it off by asking if it was a special occasion for them. Brian knew this was one of the things Mark cringed from when close to home: someone calling attention to the of them together as a couple.
Regardless, Mark needed to control himself. Mark did try, but sometimes things escaped his lips before he thought.
How it was tonight.
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Soaking in the bath for over an hour, Mark thought about all these things. Tears are starting to dry as Mark remembers how it was with Brian from the start and how he now has probably ruined it all.
He stumbles to bed and curls himself in a ball. Crying almost non-stop for over four hours, Mark falls into a deep fitful sleep around am. Mark wakes around am the following day. He is tired and irritable from such little sleep. After looking at his phone and seeing no texts or calls from Brian, Mark again sinks into a pit of depression.
In the six months of seeing James at Pathways, Mark has never felt the need to call James’s private number. Today is different. Devastated and not sure what to do, Mark dials the special number the psychiatrist had given him. Mark leaves a message between sobs that he needs to talk to James and then sits on the couch, unable to do anything.
Mark jumps when the phone rings a half-hour later. While he is glad to see it is James returning his call, Mark is disappointed it is not Brian. Between bouts of crying, Mark tells James what happened, what he did, and Brian’s reaction of leaving and not answering his calls or texts.
James, working the timeline out, realized that it is not even twenty-four hours since this all happened. He can see that Mark is overreacting but is aware of Mark’s need for constant reassurance. James would like to talk to Brian to hear his side of what happened, but that would not be ethical. Besides, James decides that Mark needs to work through this on his own.
Worried about the state Mark seems to be in at the moment, James suggests that the meet at Pathways in a half-hour. If nothing else, it will require Mark dress and make himself presentable.
Mark remembers his car is still at the pub, so he tells James it would be closer an hour for him get there. Showering in a hurry, Mark is out his door and jogging the pub. It isn’t that far away, and the day had dawned bright and sunny after last night’s rain. Getting in his car, Mark recognized that the jog did him good. His crying is abated, and he is thinking clearer now.
At Pathways, James brings coffee for them both. Mark and he settle in chairs as they talk about what happened and how Mark can rectify things with Brian. He helps Mark comprehend that it is not that long since it happened, not even a day. James suggests that rather than sending texts or voice messages, Mark writes out an apology Brian and outlines what Mark is going do correct things with Abbie, Tim, and the others.
Knowing both men rather well now, James is sure that this is not the end of their relationship. If it is enough for Brian end things, James will be there help Mark through that. And Brian too.
Mark mentions that Abbie did talk to him privately times last evening. Once shortly after his outburst and again before leaving but giving no details. Knowing Abbie, James is not surprised at that. But from what Mark tells him about how Abbie reacted right after his outburst, James is concerned about how she is doing.
James gives Mark some stationery use and leaves him work on his note Brian. He goes into another office and calls Abbie. James explains to her he understands what happened last night and asks how Abbie is handling Mark’s public outing of her. Abbie’s recital of what happened pretty much matched Mark’s.
Abbie even laughs some, telling James that Mark, in a way, did her a favor, helping her to see that having people she does not know or have any connection to knowing her secret is not anything to be afraid of.
Abbie says confidentially that she can grasp what is going on with Mark and actually with who. James is amazed at Abbie’s knowledge of the situation. She explains that she knows Brian, saw him at the pub when they arrived, and noticed his departure shortly after what happened. Then later, she ran into Brian at the Peacoc There, she talked him some.
James always knew that Abbie would be an excellent counselor herself and is pleased about her conversations with both men. He comprehends Brian’s reaction the event and not being ready talk with Mark until he had time calm some.
Now knowing better about what happened, James checks on Mar He is done with his letter and knows what he needs do. James and Mark talk a bit, Mark telling him fully about his conversations with Abbie.
Mark starts, “Abbie really is a genuinely lovely person, and so forgiving and kind. After returning the table, chatting with the others for a while, Abbie came up at the bar where I had retreated.
“She told she understood why I reacted and said what I did. ‘It must have taken you for a loop seeing walk in with Tim, knowing where I worked,’ Abbie told . I agreed and admitted I was afraid. She went on, suggesting that while it was in self-preservation that I reacted how I did, in the end, I did her exactly what I was worried she was going do. She said it so matter of factually I felt even worse about my behavior.
“I apologized for doing such a mean thing, and she accepted graciously. Abbie even then talked a little about Brian and asked how long we have been together. Realizing she knew so much, I was again alarmed. But Abbie explained that she knew Brian for several now and had seen him here when they arrived.
“And that he was gone when she returned from the ladies' room. She nudged and kidded that being one who knows about such things, from my glances where Brian had been and repeatedly messaging on my phone, it was easy for her put and together.
“Then, as they left, she came over to me again and told me how nice it was to know who I was now. And that she is sure things with Brian will work out. Abbie said she is glad Brian and I have found each other. Laying her hand on my arm, Abbie concluded that as of late when she has seen him, Brian seemed so much happier than he had been in a long time,” Mark finished with a deep sigh.
Reciting what Abbie had said made Mark take a deep breath and, doing so, grasped that Abbie’s comments were so confident that things between Brian and him would be resolved. Mark could only hang on to that like a tree twig, hoping Abbie was correct.
James suggests Mark takes his note to Brian personally now. The worst that could happen is Brian does not answer the door. James assured him, “From everything you have told me about Brian and yourself, I am sure Brian is as upset and missing you equally right now.”
Mark gets in his car; sits for a moment to think about what he could say to make Brian know how sorry he is. Then before he loses his courage, Mark starts the car and drives to Brian’s house.
For the first time in a few hours, Mark reaches for his phone and realizes that he had left it on his coffee table in his haste to meet James. Who knows if Brian had tried to contact him or not? It doesn’t matter. He is at Brian’s house.
Mark, standing on Brian’s front porch, lifts his hand and knocks firmly on the door.
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A cab drops Mark off at his apartment. The rain is finally ending, but Mark is still rather wet as he enters his apartment. He hurries to the bathroom and sheds his wet clothes. Drawing a hot bath, Mark grabs his phone in the futile hopes that Brian had called or texted. Nothing.
The tears start to fill Mark’s eyes again. ‘Why the hell am I so emotional?’ Mark chastises himself. He can’t himself. Mark has never really cared about another person to any degree. Sure, his mates are his mates, but not someone in a romantic way.
Lying in the tub feeling the hot water float over him, Mark goes back to that first Monday with Brian.
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All-day at work, Mark kept looking at his phone. He managed to get his work done, but he tried to think of something to text Brian about as he did. Something not to sound needy but get a response, and maybe an invitation to do something that night.
Everything he thought of sounded so lame and obvious. Then around three o’clock, his phone beeped. A message from Brian!
Brian: Hey buddy, I talked with Pathways, and if you are available, they have an opening tomorrow at four. Let me know.
Mark: That was fast. Umm, sure, sign me up.
Brian: Good. Afterward, would you like to go out to dinner with me?
Mark barely contained himself and tried to hold back a minute from answering immediately. Which lasted seconds. That sounds great. I would like that.
Brian: Then I will pick you up at about six tomorrow evening. I’ll call you this evening to tell you more about your session tomorrow.
Mark: I’ll look forward to it.
Mark’s heart was beating so fast. Brian did want to see him tomorrow night. But the session first. He wondered what it would be like. He cleared his desk and packed up his laptop. Mark figured he would get some of tomorrow’s tasks done tonight at home so he could be out of work two-thirty tomorrow.
Brian and Mark did talk on the phone that night for a couple of hours. Luckily, Mark had just finished up what he wanted to get done for tomorrow. Brian explained a bit about what would happen in the counseling sessions. He admitted after a break-up, he had gone through counseling to him deal with how it had ended.
Brian did not go into details then; it was a story to tell Mark down the road. He did ask Mark if he had ever watched any male-on-male porn or erotica. Brian was curious just how much Mark truly comprehended what was involved in such a relationship. Mark confessed he had not ever, really.
Brian told him to turn to a specific channel that did show gay movies and clips. Together they watched one movie unfold, Brian urging Mark to ask any questions and tell him what he thought. Mark did have many questions about how it felt: did it hurt, was it hard to do?
Watching the movie with Brian explaining things made Mark realize that being with another man was more than just the kissing and rubbing the two had done this weekend. Mark did, in theory, know what two guys did together but never really thought about technical aspects.
For Mark, just discovering his attraction to Brian was eye-opening in itself. Brian had figured this might be the case, which is why he emphasized them going slow and counseling for Mark. Brian wanted to be sure Mark was okay with what he had seen and asked him. In a small voice, Mark replied he was.
“Buddy, you don’t sound that sure of yourself right now. Would you like me to come over for a little while so we can talk about this more?” Brian asked. Mark was kicking himself for acting so wimpy but did want Brian there holding him as he sorted things out in his head.
“Would you, Brian?” Mark whispered into the phone. Brian told him to hold tight, and he would be there soon. While waiting, Mark noticed the time. It was after o’clock. What type of shit would Brian think he was, wanting him to come to comfort him so late?
When Brian arrived, Mark was only wearing a pair of boxer shorts. Mark had not thought about putting more clothes on after hanging up with Brian. Mark had stripped down as he usually did when home from work and not going anywhere that evening. After he hand hung up the phone, his mind was whirling with everything he had seen in the movies. The movie was still playing, and Mark, like a deer in the headlights, just stared as a man mounted another and rammed his large cock into the waiting hole.
Twenty minutes later, Mark was pulled from his staring upon hearing his doorbell. Brian was standing there in just a pair of sweatpants and hoodie. Brian didn’t seem to mind Mark’s manner of dress at all. He pulled Mark into his arms, rubbing his back as he hugged him tightly.
“Buddy, are you alright thinking about the different ways we would be together? Maybe that movie was a bit much to understand. It is so different when there are mutual feelings of joy for both when in a good relationship. And don’t worry, we will not go any farther than you are ready to,” Brian comforted him.
“Thanks, Brian. I guess I haven’t thought of what it all meant. I am still trying to work out how attracted I am to you. Kissing you, what we did yesterday, and rubbing against you all were so new to experience. And I do want to do everything I saw. I just need some time to go to each level,” Mark told him in a soft voice.
Mark behaving this way and being shy now was new to him. Rather than being loud and boisterous how he usually was, now having these new feelings and longing for Brian made him softer and willing to show his naivety.
Brian kissed him sweetly. Oh, how lovely and soft Mark’s lips were. “Mark, we will go at whatever pace you need. But right now, I think you need to get to bed. I’ll stay with you until you are asleep. Would you like that?” Brian said.
Mark just nodded and kissed Brian again. He led the way to his bedroom, and Brian helped him crawl under the covers. Lying outside the covers, Brian wrapped Mark in his arms, Mark’s back up against Brian’s chest and thighs. As Brian rubbed Mark’s back, murmuring to him about nothing of importance, Mark soon was softly snoring. Brian smiled at that, kissed Mark’s forehead, and quietly left the flat.
The next day Mark woke up feeling much better and more confident about things. He was confident that he would get over his skittishness and be all a lover should be to Brian. Mark whizzed through the day at work, and a little before three was entering the Pathways' offices for the first time. He was quickly checked in and taken to a waiting area out of view of both Pathways and the hospital's comings and goings.
His counselor, James, was about Brian’s age and very friendly and reassuring. In the first session, they talked about Mark’s recent acknowledgment of his sexual preferences, a bit about his growing up and previous experiences. James had Mark fill out a few questionnaires about his family, friends, work, and such, so James had a better picture of Mark to start.
He stayed with Mark the whole time he was filling out the forms, answering any questions Mark had, and explaining the reason for asking the different questions. At the end of the hour, James talked about future sessions. Together they agreed that Mark would have standing appointments on Monday, Tuesdays, and Thursdays to start. And James gave Mark his card with his private cell . He encouraged Mark to call if ever he needed to talk right away.
Mark felt good about how it went when he left. He got home in time to shower and change for Brian’s arrival at six. The entire evening Mark talked about how nice James was, how relaxed he made Mark feel, and what they talked about.
Brian shared Mark’s happiness and was glad it went so smoothly to start. He did warn Mark, “Buddy, I am glad you are comfortable sharing what you talked about. I do want to hear anything you want to share. If ever you talk with James about things you do not want to share, that is okay. These sessions are for you, and as they go on, you might want to talk with James about things you are not ready to share with me.”
Mark wanted to argue that he would never have anything he did not want to share with Brian but realized what Brian was saying and stopped himself. The dinner was nice, but over too soon. Brian drove Mark home. He again saw Mark to his flat door and did step in to kiss for a few minutes. But then Brian said he should be getting home as was late.
Brian asked what Mark was doing the next night. Mark did not want to this week but realized he needed to explain to Brian. Mark said, “On Wednesday, I usually have dinner with my and sisters. They seem to look forward to seeing me, and since my dad died especially, I feel I should visit them regularly.”
Brian understood and suggested that when Mark got home from the dinner, he call Brian to talk for a while. He did continue, saying, “Mark, it is important that you keep regular contact with your family and friends, especially as you work these new feelings and such out. Never feel you need to cancel plans with others to see me.
“That said, I hope you don’t have any commitments Thursday night. I would like you to come over to my house for dinner,” Brian commented between kisses. Mark readily agreed. And so the relationship began.
Suddenly Mark was visibly happier than his friends and family had ever seen him. There was a smile on his face replacing his usual scowl. He didn’t tell anyone why. But especially his mates on Friday nights noticed how often he was texting with someone and chuckling.
The first evening at Brian’s, Mark was overwhelmed with the size and décor of the house. Brian played everything down but was pleased about Mark’s enthusiasm over the place. They cooked dinner together, and Brian was surprised what a good cook Mark was. Mark confessed that he would often try the recipes using some of the more exotic ingredients he was for the store to know what it really tasted like.
Mark had brought a tray of different, unique cheeses, olives, and crackers with him. They enjoyed them some while dinner was heating, then later as they sat cuddled together watching a more erotic movie which was not so blatant as the one they watched while on the phone on Monday night.
It was almost when the movie finished. Brian told Mark he did not want him driving home after the glasses of wine they had consumed. Instead, he suggested that Mark spend the night.
Mark could not hope for anything more. Just undressing to their underwear, they climbed into bed together, and after kissing good night, Mark cuddled up to Brian with his head on Brian’s shoulder, breathing in that wonderful scent that he now associated with Brian. No playing around, just sleeping together. To both of them, it felt like how they should always sleep.
For Brian, it had been a good while since he had shared his bed. Mark, this was the first time he slept through the night with someone. All the females he had been with, Mark would always leave shortly after they finished . But this, with Brian, felt so right.
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Tim and Abbie 52: The thing about Mark 2
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Posted:Mar 30, 2021 9:24 am
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The rain begins let up some, and even Mark’s tears are pretty much cried out. Sitting looking straight ahead, he can see the lights being turned off in the pub. It is after midnight now.
How could things change so much in a matter of a few hours? At six pm, Mark and Brian were getting ready for the evening out. Brian was coming the sports pub first see Mark’s friend Tim is. Since spring, Brian comes the pub regularly see the group with whom Mark hangs. Later, Mark tells him who is who.
Mark is not ready come out his friends yet, so Brian and Mark don’t acknowledge each other more than a casual hello.
By now, midnight, Brian and Mark should be in Mark’s bed giggling together as they and talk about Mark's mates' most recent news. Instead, here Mark sits, just remembering and kicking himself for being such an idiot. He can almost hear his father admonishing him over his bad grades as his belt strikes over and over. Mark shivers at that memory, but as bad as he feels right now, such punishment would scratch the surface of how contrite he feels.
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Sunday dawned, and Mark was up and fidgety. He so wanted see Brian today, but how? What could he suggest for a reason for them to be together? Flipping channels on his television as he pondered this, Mark landed on a station with a kung fu marathon. One after another, most with Bruce Lee.
All those oily skin males in ‘combat’ with each other. Mark, with new eyes, realized why he had gravitated to those types of movies so much. He did not care about the plots at all but watching bare-chested men with skin-tight pants did capture his attention.
Would Brian enjoy the silliness of such a marathon? Along with the display of testosterone on parade?
Mark checked the time and saw it was approaching noon. He texted Brian asking if he would like to come over and spend the afternoon watching these tacky movies and getting a pizza?
Mark was pleased when Brian replied within minutes that it sounded like the perfect way to spend a winter Sunday afternoon. He asked what he should bring. And while Mark said nothing, when Brian arrived, he had a twelve-pack of beer and a small bouquet of daisies, lilies, and roses.
Mark was embarrassed at the flowers, but deep down, he realized he adored that Brian would buy flowers for him. This also set a precedent from then on. Brian brought little gifts for Mark and paid for everything when they went out or were together. He explained it away, saying he made enough money to spend however much he wanted on his little buddy.
In time, Mark got used to this and found things for presents in return. New exotic items Mark ordered for the store, small trinkets that reminded him of something Brian mentioned, or just cards which over time got musher and musher expressing Mark’s adoration.
That afternoon, they sat next to each other, their legs touching, and Brian occasionally patting Mark’s thigh. They laughed over the movies' silliness, but both began getting and bothered viewing all the bare-chested, well-oiled men in the films. By the third movie, both were breathing heavily.
During one of the commercial breaks, Brian turned Mark, lifted his arms, and took Mark’s shirt off over his head. Brian sighed deeply[BS1] [BS2] [BS3] , seeing Mark’s lovely torso. Mark did not have much body hair. His chest was smooth and soft.
At five feet nine inches, Mark had been a solid mass, though not that tall, when playing football. Now, while Mark tried to keep in shape, between his sedentary job, consumption of beer, and indulging himself, he now tipped the scales at almost fifteen stones. He even had the start of a beer belly.
Brian slowly rubbed his hands up and down Mark’s chest. His fingers led the way, with his palm pressing in behind them. Mark moaned with enjoyment.
A few minutes later, kissing again, Mark unbuttoned Brian’s shirt and pushed it off him.
Now it was Mark’s turn to explore Brian’s chest and stomach. So nicely tanned and formed. Brian has a small triangle of greying hair on his chest. Not that long or heavy, just a soft brushing of almost fuzz where Mark was longing to lay his head.
At six foot two, Brian weighs about seventeen stones. He was well built and carried his weight well. Working out a couple of days a week, Brian had been bench pressing since he was in college. He could press two hundred and seventy-five pounds. As Mark gazed at Brian’s lovely body, he felt rumblings in his groin over the view.
Soon, they were in a frenzy of delight, discovering each other’s bodies. Where each other loved to be touched and where not so much. This mutual reconnaissance went on when the movie returned and on into the next commercial. Holding Mark close to him, as they watched the well-oiled upper bodies on tv flexing and posing, Brian said, “Too bad we don’t have any oil for us right now.”
Mark jumped up and hurried, almost running, from the room. He was back with a jar of cocoa butter. As he handed it to Brian, he shyly asked, “Will this do?” Brian grinned widely and told Mark to climb on his lap like yesterday. Mark complied quickly to sit in what would become their favorite way together - Mark straddling Brian’s lap facing him.
Brian opened the jar and took some of the butter in his hand. He ran it from Mark’s neck, down the center of his chest and waist, to the top of his pants. A deep sigh of contentment came from Mark’s lips. Brian took his time, starting at the top, rubbing the oil outward over Mark’s shoulders and down each arm. Then moved down a little to rub more into his chest and over his nipples.
Brian gave into temptation when Mark’s cute man boobs were cover in the cocoa butter and gleaming in the light, his nipples taut and ready. Brian leaned forward, first running his tongue around Mark’s areola, then he sucked on the nipple until rock hard before he moved to the other side.
No one, not any of the women he had been with, had ever sucked Mark’s nipples. The feelings provoked by Brian’s attention thrilled him. Mark was a little disappointed when Brian returned to rub the rest of the grease on his chest. But soon, the feeling of Brian’s oiled fingers and hands running all over his upper body returned Mark to a state of euphoria.
Brian did not stop when the front was finished. Rather, he pulled Mark close to him and began oiling his back. His greasy fingers running up and down Mark’s spine and out over his shoulders and waist had Mark panting. The movie was long forgotten. They had their own private bodywork going on.
When Mark was gleaming with oil, it was Brian’s turn. Mark took his time as he buffed the paste on Brian’s lovely chest. Mark asked Brian how he was so tan in the middle of winter. Brian laughed a little and replied that he had spent the holidays in Spain soaking up the rays and pleasant weather.
“Someday, buddy, I want to take you . would be so thrilling seeing you in just swim trunks, your body tan and oiled,” Brian purred him as Mark continued his mission. But the comment was not lost on Mark.
‘Brian was talking about things they would do together in the future. He does want to be with me for more than just this weekend.’ Mark thought to himself.
After both were oiled, Brian bent Mark back on the couch (luckily leather) and laid on top of him. Their greased chests and their clothed groins caressed against each other as they kissed and kissed. Neither had ever realized how wonderful it was to kiss so much. Together neither could get enough of each other.
At some point, Brian rolled Mark over, and they were lying facing each other. Both had been hard and so close to cumming but pulled apart before they did. It was like an unspoken agreement between them, to not go that far yet.
Brian was holding Mark in his arms as he reached and turned the tv off. Brian stroked Mark’s back to relax him. Mark nodded off quickly, feeling so safe and cared for in Brian’s arms. His head on Brian’s chest, where he had longed to be, Mark breathed the scent of the lovely cologne Brian was wearing. Not heavy but smelt so like the salty ocean mixed with fresh earthy aromas. Mark knew from that moment on, that smell would always remind him of Brian.
Brian laid holding Mark close. He, in turn, could smell Mark’s freshly washed hair combined with the cocoa butter. Yes, Brian did want to see Mark in small swim trunks, nicely tanned, lying on the beach beside him. Brian longed to do so much with Mark. He wanted to take their relationship to a fully sexual one. But Brian knew he had to take time for Mark to adjust to his newly discovered sexual preference.
Brian chuckled to himself, thinking about how newly self-acknowledged homosexuals were much like Born again Christians—jumping feet first without checking if this was the pond they wanted to swim in.
The newbies were so sure that they, and they, saw the way and the light. Forcing their newfound discovery on others had been Christians all their lives. Telling them they were not true believers as they did not flaunt their ‘faith.’ But after the first rush was over, many fall away, back their former selves and flaws. Comprehending their short venture, full of misunderstanding and mistakes, wasn’t the answer they were looking for.
Instead, if they had taken things slowly, small steps understand completely, they could have comprehended what was involved in time before announcing the world this new life they have found. If they had listened and learned from those had always been. Those accepted these tenets as part of their lives and did not feel they needed broadcast . If those had a true disciple guide them, they might have found that was what they desired and were seeking.
Mulling these thoughts, Brian nodded off also.
The two woke up about an hour later. Being winter, was already dusk. The hunger pains both were having made them aware that they were starving. A pizza was quickly ordered. Mark went the kitchen get plates and some more beers for them. When the pizza arrived, Brian threw his shirt back on, got the door, and paid for .
Mark again tried protest that he was paying for the pizza, but Brian just put his index finger against Mark’s lips and said, “Shh,” as he leaned kiss him again. Mark melted with the kiss and accepted that he would be a kept man with Brian, it appeared.
Over the pizzas, Brian began talk seriously about things, “Mark, I want this work between us for a long run. While I somewhat question why I do. Considering how you behave and what you say at times. I should be appalled by you. Instead, I am rather attracted you. Which is why we are going take slow.”
Mark blushed over Brian's statement that he wanted start something. He also felt guilt as he knew he could act up and say inappropriate things without thinking.
Brian continued, “I think that behavior is a defense mechanism avoid admitting yourself that you do have gay leanings. That happens more often than you think. Many of the biggest gay-bashers have latent homosexual urges.
"Your inclinations just came the surface two days ago. Or at least your acting on such urges. are many things you need think through carefully. Consider all aspects of what entering a gay relationship would mean. Not just sexually but also socially and personally.
“I would like you start counseling help you address all these issues. is an organization which is rather good in this area, The Pathways. operates out of the city hospital, and its counselors have outstanding reputations. Would you be willing do this?” Brian asked. “I have had counseling in the past, and did help me through issues I was having.”
Mark felt uneasy thinking about seeing a counselor and baring his soul anyone. But was Brian asking him. Mark already trusted him in so many things. Brian seemed so smart and logical. Mark agreed the counseling. Brian asked if Mark would like him set up the first appointment. Mark was more than happy that Brian would do this for him. If left himself do, probably, Mark would have avoided making an appointment.
Mark was curious about what help Brian could have needed seek counseling. But he knew that in time, if appropriate, Brian would tell him more.
That settled, as they finished the pizza, they turned the TV back on. Both agreed they saw enough Kung Fu for the day. Instead, they settled on a rom- watch. Brian and Mark discovered that both did like these silly type movies best. And sheepishly confessed that they did watch the sappy Hallmark movies too. They laughed together over this.
Mark took a big bite of his last piece of pizza, spilling a little sauce on his chin. Brian reached over with his thumb and wiped it up. Offering Mark his thumb to lick. Mark took it in his mouth and sucked the sauce off, and then continued sucking for a minute.
‘Damn, this guy is going to be a great cocksucker if this is how he reacts to a thumb,’ Brian thought.
When the movie ended, Brian said he should be heading home. They shared a lingering kiss at the door, and he was gone. Mark was deflated again. Why hadn’t Brian said anything about tomorrow together?
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In the car, Mark’s tears, for now, are slowing. He recounts his shortcomings, of which he is becoming more aware.
While presenting a tough, confident image to others, Mark has as many, if not more, self-doubts than Tim. He needs constant assurance from others that they like him. Oh, Mark can bluff his way through, making rude remarks about individuals or groups. But Mark always feels like he is living his life with a mask on. Mimicking the things his father valued or thought. Not at all what Mark, deep-down, feels.
These last six months, being with Brian and the counseling sessions, Mark is starting to acknowledge his flaws. He has been trying to change to make Brian proud of him. He still screws up now and then, and Brian calls him on it.
Working with the counselor at Pathway, Mark is identifying why he reacts how he does. Recognizing these behaviors and identifying how he needs to change the negative ones. Helping him to accept himself for he is, not what he thinks people expect him be.
Mark now grasps that Tim is the first person saw his potential and encouraged him. Mark will always be grateful Tim for his help through school. So why did he act so stupid tonight saying those things to Abbie? To the woman Tim loves?
Oh, he knows, was the immediate ‘fight’ reaction when he saw Abbie and recognized her from Pathways. Mark had talked her a couple of times in passing. Seeing her enter the pub with Tim made him so afraid she might say something out him. Something Mark is not ready do yet. Brian understands that and is patient with him.
Mark realizes that his stupid reactive comments did Abbie what he was afraid she would do him. DAMN! How stupid could he be? And in front of Brian.
The last time, weeks ago, when Mark made an anti-gay comment, Brian warned him. Telling Mark that would be consequences if he kept making homophobic comments. He had been doing so well, and now this tonight.
‘Will Brian ever speak to me again? Or did I totally ruin everything?’ Marks wonders. He looks at his phone again. Still, are no calls or texts. is now going on two in the morning. He sighs deeply and phones for a cab. Yes, Mark could drive home, but with all he drank this evening and his crying jag, he knows he shouldn’t. One thing Brian has instilled in him. And Mark did not want add more sins the list Brian must be tallying against him.
Getting out of his car, the rain starting up again, Mark runs under the pub's awning wait for the cab.
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Tim and Abbie 51: The thing about Mark 1
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Posted:Mar 22, 2021 12:01 pm
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Mark’s head is against the steering wheel, tears running down his face, equal to the rain hitting against the car’s windshield. He tries calling the on his phone for the sixth time in the last three hours. Still no answer. Nor have there been any replies to his numerous texts.
‘Damn, damn, damn. I have finally fucked up so bad that I’ve ruined everything,’ Mark laments to himself as he bangs his head against the wheel. Even his last text about him probably being too drunk to drive home did not get any response.
‘Mark, you ass, you are just a piece of trash like dad said,’ he reproaches himself. ‘The one good thing in your life, and you just had to fuck it up.’
Mark is too drunk, or he might have seen that his texts have not been read. But knowing that, at the moment, would just have upset him more. Mark can’t stop crying. He feels like it is the end of his world. And Mark had only started to feel alive this last winter.
For now, Mark is too upset even to start the car. And Mark has learned not to drive when he had drunk too much. One more thing, of so many, he has learned this last year. This begins a new bout of crying.
Mark sits in his car, tears streaming down his face, remembering.
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It had been back in the winter, one Friday night, watching the match in this pub. Mark with his mates, Tim was even there then. A man was sitting at the bar watching the game between his team and Mark’s side. Mark began his regular chant about one team, or the other being homos, from how they are playing. Mark was the crudest of the lot of Tim’s pals. Often he would easily trip over the line of enjoying a drink and being drunk. And then there was no stopping what came out of his mouth.
Mark kept going on and on. After loud comments for an hour, Mark, wanting another pint, went up to the bar next to the man sitting. Ranting about what queers and fairies his team was. Complaining, they were playing so miserably, tripping over their feet all the time.
The man, probably in his late thirties or early forties, turned to Mark and calmly said in a clear voice for all to hear, “Actually, tripping over your feet is more a hetero thing, isn’t it? I thought fairies and queers were graceful and danced around.”
The whole bar was silent. Mark stood there for a moment with a dumb look on his face, like not comprehending, but then burst out laughing. He told the man he was right. While the team all looks like they had something up their asses, dancing was the last thing they were doing.
Mark ended up talking to the man for almost an hour as the game went on. He was slapping his back and acting like a long-lost friend. Early on, he introduced himself and learned that the gentleman’s name was Brian. There was something about Brian that Mark was drawn to. His quiet wit, knowledge, and comprehension became apparent as they chatted, and his endearing smile when he looked at Mark.
All his mates and their wives and girlfriends had left when the game was over. But Mark stayed and talked more with Brian. Mark like everything about Brian, all he had already noticed, but also his looks. Every time Mark looked at Brian, he felt absorbed in his clear blue eyes, and his dark hair sprinkled heavily with silver strands.
Brian was friendly to him, though somewhat warily. Mark was humorous in his own way when not on his homophobic soapbox. Mark had some interesting points of view on other topics. Brian stayed also. For another hour or so, he and Mark chatted.
Unfortunately, or perhaps, fortunately, Mark kept on drinking as they talked as he found himself nervous in some way. When Brian said he should be going, Mark said he was too. They walked to the parking lot together. Brian noticed that Mark was in no shape to drive, so he steered him to his own car, saying he would drive Mark home.
Mark did not live that far away, and in any other circumstances, would have argued with anyone suggesting he needed a ride home. The idea of a few more minutes with Brian made Mark accept the ride at once. In the car, Brian asked Mark directions and found the way to Mark’s flat without too much trouble.
Pulling up in front of the complex, Mark turns to Brian. He placed his hand on Brian’s shoulder and said, “Thanks, buddy, this is kind of you to look out for me.” And doing so, he leaned in and kissed Brian on the lips. The passion that ran through him at that moment was incredible. Something Mark had never experienced before.
Brian barely responded to the kiss but did allow Mark to press his tongue into Brian’s mouth just a bit. Brian did enjoy the sensation of Mark’s lips on his but knew Mark was in no condition to understand what he was doing.
“Mark,” Brian replied, “I’m not sure you are going to make it to your door on your own right now. Let me you.” Saying this, Brian got out of the car, walked around to the passenger door, and helped Mark out. Getting the flat out of Mark and his keys to enter the building was a bit of an effort. Finally, in Mark’s flat, Brian steered him to the couch when Mark passed out.
Brian tried to make Mark comfortable, taking his shoes off and finding a pillow for his head and afghan for over him. Then took a minute to brush the hair from Mark’s eyes and look down on him.
The kiss from Mark had been surprising and rather thrilling. It had been a while since Brian had been with anyone. To be kissed such a homophobic was astonishing. What were Mark’s true leanings?
“Buddy,” Brian said, using Mark’s term, “What are you looking for? Could you really?” Brian knew Mark could not hear him, but looking down at him, Brian allowed his mind to wander a bit.
Taking a few minutes to find paper and pen, Brian wrote a short note for Mark to see when he woke up. The message gave Brian’s cell and said that if Mark needed a ride back to the pub to get his car to let him know, and he would come to get him.
The next morning, waking, not completely remembering everything at first, Mark saw the note. Everything came back in focus, and Mark felt himself harden some remembering the kiss.
Mark had played the stud since puberty when he was captain of the football team. He never dated any one girl for any length of time, but he always tried to have his way with them. Which never really satisfied Mark in the same way as seeing his teammates in the shower. He suppressed this side of himself, and yes, often overdoing the gay-bashing to compensate.
Mark blushed to himself. Yes, he had been drunk. But still, to have been that forward to kiss Brian. It was wonderful just that little kiss. He liked Brian, had fun talking with him, and did want to see him again. ‘But in what way?’ Mark pondered.
While Mark could easily have called a cab to take him to his car, reading the note for the fifth time, Mark caught the note's emphasis. Brian wrote it not as a polite offer but as a fact – he would come to get Mark. Mark was stirred this and took time trying to think what to say and then called Brian.
Brian agreed to get Mark to collect his car from the pub. He asked if Mark wanted to meet him out in front of the building, or should he come up first to Mark’s flat?
Mark mumbled to come up to his flat first, he guessed. And then Mark spent the next hour with butterflies in his stomach trying to pick out the best outfit to wear. He reprimanded himself for being so silly, and Brian could not be interested in him at all.
And with that thought crossing his mind, Mark had a huge moment of self-awareness.
Never, never would Mark consider himself being gay. Sure all the times with women, even when they were sucking him off, he had not felt stirred. And several times, he could not even get hard enough to enter the woman. On those occasions, to save his self-respect, Mark would blame the woman for not stirring him or such.
Sure he enjoyed seeing his teammates in the shower after a game, their lean, firm bodies with water dripping off them. It wasn’t as if he gave himself away with a saluting cock at those times. ‘Wait, what? He liked looking but would have never considered it a sign that he had such leanings,’ Mark chastised himself.
So what if most of his erotic dreams were filled with naked, well-built men. Mark never acted on any impulses or thought his feelings through. God him if he had when his father was alive. Mark’s father would have beaten him harder than he ever had, thinking his was becoming a queer.
Mark’s father was now dead for a few years. His and sisters would accept anything Mark did as perfect, so some of the worst barriers have been lifted. But again, did Mark want ‘barriers lifted?’ His feelings were so flip-flopping in his stomach. All Mark knew was he was going to see Brian again soon, and it made him feel so different. Actually happy and hopeful, something Mark rarely was.
When Brian arrived, they stiffly greeted each other. Brian suggested they sit down and chat a bit before getting the car. Mark knew it was to talk about what happened the night before, but he wasn’t sure what to say.
Brian was kind as he said, “I have a feeling what happened last night was the first time you ever did anything like that.” Mark hung his head and began to apologize profusely. Acknowledging that he did not even know if Brian was gay or not. He could only blame being rather drunk for acting that way.
Brian commented that he thought it was much more than Mark being drunk for him to act on such an impulse. Mark might need to confront and acknowledge his inklings. Brian then made Mark’s heart sing when he told Mark that, apart from Mark’s braggart ways and homophobic comments, Brian was attracted to him – who knew why.
Brian emphasized that he did not like Mark’s homophobic comments and behavior. He explained calmly to Mark that some males, becoming aware of their leanings, go to that level to ignore what they are really feeling. Looking fully at Brian now, trying to listen and understand, Mark was engulfed in Brian’s blue eyes.
Brian, actually in his early forties now, was an attractive man. He was over six feet tall, nicely built (from what Mark could see), and had a tan that just played off against his silvering hair. He had such a kind expression even when speaking about what he did not like, and his smile sent impulses crashing through Mark each time he did.
Mark, from Brian’s point of view, was good-looking himself. About five foot ten inches tall. Mark had dark brown eyes and brown hair. Hair that so often fell over his eyes, begging for Brian to brush it aside. Like Brian had before leaving last night. Mark was a bit muscular but was starting to get a beer belly.
They talked more as Mark tried to concentrate hard on what was being said. Brian calmly told him that, yes, he was gay. It had been almost a year since he was with anyone. While surprised at Mark’s advance in the car, Brian did enjoy the kiss.
Mark’s face reddened hearing this. Brian was so taken with his blushing face and those locks of hair falling over his eyes. Brian leaned toward Mark, brushed the hair aside, took his face in both hands. Brian pulled Mark to him for their first real kiss. The kiss went on for several minutes, during which Mark flung his arms around Brian’s neck as they did.
The feelings of arousal ran through Mark at that moment bring the fact home to him that, one, yes, he must be gay; and two, he so wants to be with Brian whatever way Brian wanted. Shit, he would be Brian’s slut if he wanted Mark to be. Anything to be blessed with seeing Brian smile at him.
It took a while for the two to pull apart, but Brian gently pushed Mark back, apart, still facing each other. Brian’s face was red, from the emotions running through him, but also that he acted so impulsively before finding out if Mark was gay or if last night it was just due to being drunk that he had kissed him.
Composing himself, Brian acknowledged to himself that the kiss did show Mark’s interest. “Buddy, we have a lot to talk about before this goes further. It is clear this is your first time with another man on any level, even just kissing. And probably even acknowledging these feelings to yourself, let alone anyone else. I am attracted to you and want to get to know you better. And if nothing else, you understand the emotions and desires you have,” Brian said.
“First, let’s go get your car, and we can take it from there,” Brian continued. Still reeling from the sensations that crashed through him as they kissed, Mark can only nod his head.
“Give me a minute to go take a piss,” Mark told Brian, who only smiled, knowing what Mark needed to deal with at the moment. It was very noticeable in the crotch of Mark’s pants. And Brian’s smile was also for the outline he saw there.
“Take your time,” Brian replied. He needed a moment to calm and shift himself also. In the short drive to the pub to retrieve the car, Mark wondered, ‘Is this going to be the end of seeing Brian today?’ Mark wanted nothing else than to be with Brian today, tomorrow, for as long as he could.
That kiss answered everything for Mark. Well, as far as knowing that no girl, woman, female, whatever they are now, ever made him feel the way Brian did. Brian’s lips, soft but firm; his tongue playing in his mouth sent such rumbling through his body. Just kissing Brian had made Mark hard. So much so that a little precum escaped, which Mark hope wasn’t visible.
Brian sensed Mark’s sudden uneasiness. They would have to go slow to be sure Mark understood completely and was comfortable with what it meant to be sexually intimate with another male. Brian reached over and placed his hand over Mark’s and squeezed it.
“Hey, buddy, are you okay? Do you have plans for later? If not, after getting your car back home, would you like to go out to dinner with me?” Brian asked.
Mark was relishing Brian calling him ‘buddy.’ He said it is such a sweet way that it felt like it meant so much more than Mark just being a pal or his mate. Brian was not sure why he kept calling Mark ‘buddy,’ at first was mimicking Mark using the term to him.
Mark squeezed Brian’s hand in return and said he would love to go to dinner with Brian. At that moment, Mark didn’t care where they would go, who would see them, or what they might think. He just wanted to be with Brian. Feel Brian’s lips on his again.
Those feelings of not caring who saw them and such would not last long. As Mark became more aware of what was happening, he was not ready to come out of the closet yet. Though over time, Mark was striving to reach the point to open that door. Holding Brian’s hand where no one could see felt so right.
His car returned to his flat; Mark again climbed into Brian’s car. Before he put his seatbelt on, Mark leaned over and kissed Brian again. “Thank you for helping me get my car. And for looking out for me last night and driving me home. Let me for dinner to show my gratitude to you,” Mark said as he pulled back from the kiss.
“Buddy, you do not owe me anything, and I invited you. Let me take care of you,” Brian replied, realizing that ‘buddy’ was now his pet name for Mark. A term of endearment Brian could use in public without raising eyebrows, but both knew what it really meant between them.
Holding Mark’s hand the whole way, Brian drives them to an upscale restaurant about thirty kilometers away. They chatted about the scenery this wintery day and how nice that the sun was out. They debated the merits of one football team over another and other things with no real meaning.
When they entered the restaurant and were lead to their table, Brian put his hand on Mark’s back between his shoulders to urge him to go first. Brian’s hand stayed there until seated at their table. Mark knew he needed to control himself. From just a casual touch like that Brian, he could feel himself start to stiffen.
The dinner was fabulous. The food so tasty, but it could have been sawdust for all Mark noticed. He was again mesmerized Brian. They talked about their jobs. Brian was a senior vice president at one of the larger banks. He was the head of their commercial loans department. Mark was astonished at Brian’s job. He would have never imagined someone of such stature would have wandered into the pub, and his life, last night.
Brian talked about his position, duties, and responsibilities in such a downplayed way. He was not trying to impress Mark but sharing pieces of his life for Mark to know him better.
Mark, in turn, explained his job as the head buyer for the grocery chain. With pride in his voice, he explained that he was responsible for the grocery stores moving to include more and more upscale and unique items. For the first time, Mark was not bragging about his accomplishments, but as Brian did, explaining about his job.
Mark outlined how he realized with the proliferation of cooking shows now available, even everyday housewives wanted to try the recipes and wanted a convenient place to purchase the ingredients. The smile he received from Brian felt like more praise and recognition than the raise and bonus he got after starting this new line.
They talked about things they liked to do, working out a couple of times a week, types of movies and music they enjoyed, all the fabrics of a first date. As they talked between courses, Brian would reach under the table and take Mark’s hand. Feeling Brian’s flesh against his, even if just their hands, sent a kaleidoscope of tingles through Mark’s body.
After dinner, Brian drove Mark back home. Parking the car, he got out with Mark and walked him to his door. Mark was so glad he was not leaving yet and treating him like a proper date seeing him home and safe. Then Mark blushed thinking, ‘Ass, ‘proper date’? While you might be changing the side you play on, you are not some teenage girl out with someone for the first time.’
Needless to say, Mark invited him in, and as soon as the door was closed behind them, they were in each other’s arms, kissing and pressing their bodies together. They worked their way to the couch, and as Brian sat, Mark straddled his lap, facing him as they continued to kiss.
Mark moved closer, so through their pants, their cocks were rubbing against each other as they both got harder and harder. It was not just Mark who was so turned on feeling the size of the other.
Coming to his senses, and knowing they needed to slow down, Brian broke their kiss. Shifted Mark so he was still straddling Brian’s lap but now arm’s length apart. “Buddy, we need to slow down some. There are things we need to talk seriously about. This is all so new and exciting for you, but we need to take it slow—one step at a time. I don’t want to go too fast, and you freak out,” Brian said.
“Mark, do you understand what I am saying?” he finished.
Mark so wanted to rush in headfirst to this exciting new world of emotions and feelings. He did understand, and Brian taking this stand for them both endeared him to Mark even more. “I understand Brian, thank you for thinking for both of us. I want something to build between us, and I do have many things to work out. We will go at the pace you set for us,” Mark said in a small, soft voice.
Hearing Mark’s reply Brian so wanted to devour him fully right then but keeps himself in check. He pulled Mark to him, so Mark’s head was Brian’s shoulder, and gently rubbed up and down Mark’s back. “Don’t worry, little buddy. We will have fun working our way through as you discover new things. It will be at the pace where you feel comfortable. But now I should get going. It is rather late,” Brian said.
At the door, before opening it, Brian kissed Mark deeply one last time. “Sweetie, those kisses are going to be in my dreams tonight,” Brian said as he swats Mark’s ass in goodbye.
After Brian left, Mark squeezed himself with excitement. He has no clear idea what will be involved but knows that just a touch, or a kiss, from Brian makes him feel so wonderful. Oh, the mechanics of them fully being together Mark understood in a basic way, but he was a bit vague on what specifically happens.
Then from the moments of glee he was feeling, Mark fell into a pit of despair. Mark realized they made no plans for the next time to see each other. He sulked a bit over that. Mark always did fling from one extreme of emotions to the other. More so than Tim ever was, Mark’s feelings of inferiority were just under the surface. The difference was, Mark was a master of hiding his feelings as a protective measure all these years.
A half-hour later, Mark’s phone dinged that he had a text. Mark smiled as he read Brian’s message that he just wanted Mark to know he was home safe. Mark replied with banal comments, and they texted back and forth for almost an hour.
Brian told Mark to get ready for bed as they texted. Mark did, telling Brian as he took each bit of his clothes off. Brian responded in like texts. Finally, when both were in bed naked, they said their final good night.
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Sniffing and rubbing his red eyes, Mark in his car, in the rain, feels like the loneliest man in the world. That first day together had been so magical. The rocket he had felt learning that Brian was interested in him too. Even with his flaws, Brian liked him and wanted to him enter that new world into which Mark was stepping.
‘And then you had to screw it up,’ Mark laments to himself. ‘You knew what Brian had warned you about, but you just had to act like an ass.’
Mark is now feeling so remorseful for what he did to Tim and Abbie. Well, Abbie, really. It was all a reflex to protect himself. For the first time since this all started earlier this evening, Mark thinks about others rather than himself.
Tim and Abbie. A couple? Mark was surprised about that and that Tim would enter into such a relationship. Well, look at himself and the changes in his own life this year. Yes, Abbie is gorgeous, and they seem so devoted to each other. Like how he and Brian had been.
Worrying that it is all in the past for Brian and him, a new bout of tears starts flowing from Mark. Competing against the rain beating against the car.
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Tim and Abbie 50: At the Pub for the match
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Posted:Mar 16, 2021 9:47 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 7:24 am
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Friday arrives, and Abbie drives herself to work, telling Tim she will see him home afterward. She is a bundle of nerves today and keeps admonishing herself to relax and not worry. She is experiencing the same worries as she did over the party Microga. Abbie tells herself to how well that worked , worrying for nothing.
Abbie herself has self-esteem issues almost equal to those that Tim had. Tim has learned that most of the things he attributed to others were all just in his own head. But for Abbie, considering all things, this fear of interacting with groups with different outlooks on things is always there. She tries to play it down and not let it bother her. Being a transgender woman trying to live normally in a mainly straight world is filled with hurdle after hurdle.
Abbie drives herself to work so she can leave early. She wants time to get herself looking her best for what is ahead.
Grace, understanding Abbie’s nervousness, texts her throughout the , telling her to relax and everything will be fine. Abbie tries to, but for some reason, these warning buzzers keep going off in her head. Like being in the water at a beach. Everything looks clear ahead, and the bottom is still up to your knees, but then you take that one step more and realize there was the drop in the ocean’s depth, and you are now in over your head.
Abbie does breathing exercises to relax and has a stiff drink as she applies her makeup to help her . She knows part of her qualms is from stories Tim told her about his mates. Especially that one who is a bit of a loudmouth and bigot.
Happy with her makeup and her drink finished, Abbie feels more relaxed as she picks out a Kelly-green plaid dress that complements her red hair and makes her green eyes sparkle. It is lower cut and shows her bought assets at their best, especially as she has them on display framed with a black lace shelf bra. If looking at Abbie from the right angle, the dress allows a fleeting peek at her nipples. It is one of Abbie’s more casual dresses, so she fits in with the crowd she will be meeting and not appear overdressed.
She hopes these distractions will be enough to keep any comments being made until they get to know her and understand what she and Tim have. Content with her appearance, she hears Tim pull into the garage around . He comes in to find her ready and the table with her computer in the kitchen.
Tim whistles what he sees before him. Abbie smiles at him and tells him he should get ready too. She hears the shower running a short while later, and as she sits at the table, she envisions what she is not a part of right now. Tim’s lovely body standing in the shower, the water cascading down over him.
In her mind, Abbie visualizes what she is imagining. She feels herself getting aroused at the thought of Tim standing naked in the shower. Scrubbing soap all over his body, running his hands up and down his shaft to clean it nicely, then the water spraying all over his body to rinse himself.
In the shower, Tim is having some fantasies of his own. As he covers his body with soap, Tim takes his time washing his ass slit and then his cock. It is hard, not so much from his soap scrubbing but thinking of Abbie downstairs in her green dress. He so loves when she wears that shade. It does complement her red hair and makes her like an Irish lass.
Closing his eyes as the water runs over him, washing the soap away, Tim visualizes Abbie standing outside the shower with a towel for him to step into. Then her dropping to her knees and taking his cock head into her mouth to suck. Just the glans at first, her teeth lightly nibbling on that -rim of the head.
Tim leans back against the wall of the shower as he wanks himself over the illusion. Abbie is taking more and more of his cock into her mouth to suck and lick. He imagines her tongue running up and down his vein the back of his shaft. Nibbling up and down and running her tongue over him. Then her taking his balls, one by one, into her mouth to play with. Tim lets out a deep moan as he envisions Abbie sucking his now hairless balls.
Abbie has taken that part of his grooming in hand. Every couple of weeks, they spend an enjoyable hour when Abbie shaves Tim’s mons, balls, and around his asshole. Personally, Abbie has all her hair removed with lasers every few months. The softness of her skin all over is so lovely to feel. They have talked about Tim moving to that also, but Abbie is taking her time to get him to accept the idea.
Right now, in the shower, it is almost like Abbie is doing all these things to him just outside the shower door. His hand is moving rapidly, jerking himself. Getting closer and closer to the climax. Tim is amazed at how Abbie now has such control over him, even when not there. The mere thought of her can take him to an orgasm.
A few more strong wanks, and the resulting burst of sprays over the shower floor. Tim watches as the shower water washes it away down the drain. He is leaning back against the shower wall as he calms himself. After a final rinse, Tim steps from the shower and dries himself off.
He picks a pair of casual khaki with a paler green polo shirt. The outfit is similar to what he usually wore on pub nights. Between Tim’s running, athletics with Abbie, and now having clothes fitting him properly, he looks much different. And with no beard and a new haircut, the change in his appearance is astounding.
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Tim and Abbie drive to the pub arriving just as Sam and Grace are also pulling into the lot. They walk into the bar together, and Tim sees his gang sitting at several pushed-together tables along the one wall with a good view of the televisions airing the game. As he leads them to the table, Abbie notices with some surprise that Brian from the Peacock is sitting at the bar. She will have to say hi to him after meeting the others.
Everyone at the table greets the three new additions with kindness. The go on about how good Tim looks. And asking if Grace is Abbie’s sister for how much they look alike. Just social chit- when Mark walks up to the table with a new pitcher of beer.
Seeing the new arrivals, he stops short and gasps, looking them. Then pulling himself together in the way Mark can, he says clearly for all in the pub to hear, “Tim, I didn’t know that you swung that way, and Abbie, is it? You do pull it off rather well.”
The color drains from Abbie’s , and she feels the room spinning. She feels she is about to faint. Everything she feared has happened. She has been outed in a public place where everyone heard and are looking. Never has Abbie experienced this before, and even imagining it might happen did not prepare her for this.
She grasps on the back of a chair and takes a couple of deep breaths. Looking directly at Mark, Abbie says calmly, in a clear voice that carries through the room, “Are you claiming you are without sin? Throwing the first stone? Often the one making the most noise is the one with the most to hide.” Her eyebrow raised some, and Mark blushes from her statement. He actually shuts up for a change and looks around.
Abbie steadies herself, and two of the women jump up and steers her to the restroom. Martha, her pregnant belly sticking out looking like she is ready to drop, wets some paper towels and presses them to the back of Abbie’s neck, telling her just to breathe slowly.
Debbie tells her to no attention to Mark. He is their resident ass. Why their husbands put up with him still is beyond them. They fuss over Abbie, admiring her dress and what a change there is in Tim, which they know is a result of her. After a few minutes, Abbie is calm and feels like she has known Debbie and Martha for ages. Neither make any mention of what Mark alluded to and just treat her as a new girlfriend. Telling her how glad they are that Tim has finally found someone, she must be special seeing how happy he is now.
They go back to the table. Mark is off at the end of the bar. Abbie notices that Brian is no longer at the bar, rather just a half-empty glass. She remembers how as the world was spinning, she noticed Brian looking over at the with a disappointed expression on his .
Abbie and the two women join the conversation with the others. Before long, all know each other better. Tim’s mates and ladies all are enchanted with Abbie’s American accent and want to know more about where she is from and how she happened to end up here.
Abbie answers their questions but does not name the where she works or what they do. Just that she is an office manager, she was unsure of the impact of stating where she works. Mark meekly comes back over to the table and sits a bit removed at one end, listening to the conversation. Looking at him, he appears to have something else on his mind.
Everyone is so proud of Tim for his promotion and all of his accomplishments. Matt and Peter get into a bit of an extended conversation with Tim about efficiencies lacking in the plant at Microga. Tim is interested in their insight. He inwardly smiles, realizing that the skills he had taught them so long ago, they are now regularly using. The ability to analyze and breakdown situations to theorize the problem and discover the solution.
Tim asks the two first when is the best time in their workday to talk about this further, and then arranges to meet with them on Monday to go into their observations and suggestions further. Both Matt and Peter are amazed as Tim puts their meeting on his calendar and sends off a message to his Administrative Assistant to block out time for the discussion and contact their managers. Both men quickly add it to their calendars also.
Meanwhile, Abbie watches Mark go back up to the bar and quietly moves from the to talk to him for a minute. She does understand why Mark said what he did. It did not take away the pain she felt from it, but she needed to reassure him a bit.
Tim looks over and sees the two of them chatting quietly and wonders what that is about. But both seem calmer as Abbie leaves Mark to return to the .
and info are exchanged between them all. Sam had been talking with Luke about construction and the difference between commercial and residential. Sam is impressed with Luke’s knowledge of the trade. Meanwhile, learning about Grace’s vocation in linguistics and languages, she is bombarded with questions. All are flabbergasted when Grace can tell each of them correctly where they or their families come from based on their dialect.
The likeness between Abbie and Grace is also a topic of conversation. Both the guys and the women repeatedly comment about the chance of randomly meeting your doppelganger and laugh and enjoy Abbie’s reference of Grace as her mini-me.
All in all, the evening goes rather well after a rocky start. When the game ended, the couples part heading out of the pub. Tim suggests Sam and Grace join them for one more drink at the Wilde Peacock, which they agreed to immediately. The evening has been an interesting adventure, and to talk, just them about it would be a nice wind-down.
As they leave the pub, Mark is the one in the who stays behind. the bar with his head hanging down, everyone calls goodbye to him. Abbie goes over to him and tells him she hopes they can meet again sometime and not to worry. Mark just nods his head but cannot speak.
When they reach the door, they see it is starting to rain. Not a lot now, but enough for all to make a dash to their cars with cheers of goodbye. In the short time until they arrive the Wilde Peacock, the rain is really coming down.
When the four walk into the Wilde Peacock a few minutes later, they all head over to the end of the bar where Les and Phoebe are sitting. Abbie, somewhat surprised, sees Brian down the bar and goes over to him. While the rest amicably, Tim sees Abbie and Brian in deep conversation.
About minutes later, Abbie rejoins the , not saying anything about her detour. Tim looks her questionably, but Abbie minimally shakes her head to relay that it is not something to discuss.
Later driving home, in the continuing rain, Tim asks Abbie what it was all about, her conversations with Mark and Brian? Abbie replies, “Mark did apologize to me, and he seemed sincere. Underneath, he seemed like an okay guy. You should give him some slack as it appears he is going through something right now.”
Abbie quietly continues, “To say more right now would be more or less gossiping, and more so, confidentiality issues must be observed.” Now Tim is really curious, but he would never ask Abbie to gossip. She assures Tim that everything might soon see the light of and he will understand.
Meanwhile, back the pub, Mark has one more pint. Probably one more than he needs. He stumbles of the pub and over to his car in the pouring rain. Mark climbs in, not even turning the motor on. Then he gives into his pent-up emotions and leans his head against the steering wheel. In anguish, Mark begins to cry.
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Tim and Abbie 49: About Tim’s mates
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Posted:Mar 11, 2021 2:01 pm
Last Updated:Apr 24, 2024 7:24 am
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Tim always viewed himself as an outsider. He felt everyone viewed him as a in school for not having a father and wanted nothing to do with him. In truth, except for one day in school when he was about seven, no one ever thought about that at all.
That day was when the were asked to say what their fathers did. When it came to Tim’s turn, he blurted out that he didn’t know as he did not have a father. The giggled some, and at the break, one boy did ask Tim if he was a . Which caused another avalanche of laughing. the next day, as is in primary school, someone else was the target for ridicule for the day.
But Tim always felt that his classmates were always judging him about his illegitimacy. And in the same way that Tim viewed himself as friendless often, he had a of close friends since secondary school who cared for him and included him in things.
Tim’s mates started as a small of guys and now include their wives or girlfriends. He has been a part of their lives for twenty years now. The has been friends since their beginning at secondary school. Tim felt they were just individuals who tolerated him for what he offered them when he was , but over the years, Tim came to accept that they did like him.
In many ways, Tim was surprised that they still were friends and included him in things almost twenty years later. Though over the years, except for special events like weddings or 's christenings, Tim only met them at the sports pub on Friday nights to watch their team .
Since meeting Abbie in April, Tim has not seen them or been to the sports pub for the last five months. Most of the have called him to join them for the game or just drinks on several Friday nights, but Tim declined. This week they insisted he stop ‘avoiding them’ and join them to watch the game on Friday night.
Tim realizes he does want to see them all and have them meet Abbie, so he promised they would be there.
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But back to the start.
Altogether, besides Tim, there were five guys in the that developed in school. It started when one of them sat behind Tim in math class their first year of secondary school. Mark, the football captain, who was chosen for that role more for his aggressiveness on the field and his muscular build than any real skill or intelligence. Mark was far from being a good student, barely passing a test, if even that.
Tim had known who Mark was for a few years but had never interacted with him until they were in the class together.
During the first test that autumn, Tim could feel Mark trying to see his answers. Math always was easy for Tim, along with most other subjects. Knowing Mark was trying to cheat off him, Tim didn’t care. If that was what Mark needed to succeed, whatever. Tim did not try to hide his paper, and actually, when he had finished the test, he pushed it to one side so Mark could have a clear view of the answers.
Mark did have enough sense not to use all of Tim’s answers, so it wouldn't be apparent he was cheating. Tim always aced the tests, so Mark knew he was the right person to copy from. When the graded tests were returned, Mark managed to get a B.
For the next few weeks, Tim did the same thing for their weekly tests. Mark’s math grades were improving, even if he did not know how to do the math. Mark was surprised and pleased that Tim so readily allowed him to cheat off him.
October, Tim grasped that he was not helping Mark at all and took a big chance. After class, Tim asked Mark if he could talk to him for a minute. Mark agreed, thinking, ‘I should have known, the little shit is going to want to keep helping him cheat.’ But he was surprised what Tim suggested.
“Mark, just copying my answers is not helping you learn or prepare you for work down the road. Football for you is not going to last, and eventually, you will need to be able to perform well in the job you chose,” Tim said with more confidence than he felt. Tim was sure Mark was about to punch him out for his comments.
Breathing deeply, Tim continued, “How about after your football practice, we spend an hour of me tutoring you in math so you can understand it? We could meet at the library, or wherever is good for you.”
Mark was amazed at what he was hearing. No one had ever offered to help him before. For someone to be willing to spend their time to try to get him to understand was beyond Mark’s expectations of people. When Mark asked Tim how much he would for tutoring, and Tim replied nothing, Mark was overwhelmed.
Mark readily agreed but suggested they meet in the equipment room after practice. Mark did not want to damage his image being seen in a library.
And so it began. Tim helped Mark, first with his math, but then with other subjects. Within a month, Mark asked if Tim would mind assisting a couple of his buddies in the same way. Tim agreed, and first, two more, and a few weeks later, another two joined the tutoring sessions.
All five of the guys were on the varsity football team. They were grateful for Tim helping them. So afternoons, Tim spent an hour or so in the gym equipment room helping them understand what went over their heads in the classroom. Tim did have a way of carefully explaining things using analogies that the five could understand.
Soon they were all improving in every subject and actually started enjoying what they were learning. When football ended, the tutoring continued. Now they met for a couple of hours each afternoon to cover all the subjects the five had questions about.
The five were well known around the school and were considered part of the elite. Suddenly when passing Tim in the hall, they would say hello. If they noticed Tim in the lunch line, they had him join their table to eat. None of the other students knew about the tutoring sessions. Instead just surmised that the jocks had made Tim their mascot.
For the most part, Tim still kept to himself and was sure all were judging him for being a . During the tutoring sessions, Tim relaxed and felt more confident. The guys all were getting better grades, on their own now, without cheating. After passing a test, the five would come into the equipment room cheering about the grades they just got.
Early on in these tutoring sessions, the school coach became aware of them in the equipment room each afternoon. He was worried at first about what they might be doing, especially having Tim with them. Were they doing something to Tim which he should be concerned about? But after eavesdropping on the and realizing that Tim was tutoring his team, the coach made sure they were never disturbed during their time in the supply room.
The coach never told anyone, but after that, he would go easy on Tim when he was not always successful in gym class’ physical activities. He would listen in from time to time. Hearing Tim explain concepts and formulas in a way that the jocks could comprehend, the coach thought Tim would make an excellent teacher one day.
But to back up a little. Why did Mark even agree to Tim’s suggestion from the start?
The truth lay in his family life. Mark had two sisters ten years older than him. His and sisters did coddle him, but his father was a different story. So pleased to have an heir when Mark was born, he rode Mark hard with expectations for him. He never finished school and felt that held him back from advancing at his job on the railroad.
Mark’s father’s measure of success for his was first athletic prowess, second, being attractive to the ladies and sexually active, and third having good enough grades to improve Mark’s chances of getting a decent job. He did not expect an all-A student. Bs and Cs were acceptable. Though when Mark brought home Ds or a failing grade, his father did not waste any time escorting Mark to the shed for some attention from his belt.
In reality, Mark’s father led him to the shed somewhat regularly for one indiscretion or another. His theory was that such discipline made Mark stronger and built his character.
This led to Mark learning the skill of cheating. Tim's offer to Mark was readily accepted as Mark knew deep down, cheating through school was not accomplishing anything. Mark was afraid of what his father would do to him if he ever learned about Mark cheating. Mark knew that his days of cheating without being caught would probably come to an unwelcomed end soon. It was only a question of how long his luck held out. Underneath, Mark did want to learn to be able to get passing grades on his own.
With Tim’s all through their time at secondary school, Mark did improve. Mark actually came to enjoy history and literature, and even math to a degree. Mark’s father, seeing his grades at first, wondered what racket Mark was playing. Over time, with Mark spilling out things he had learned over dinner to his and sisters, his father’s view changed. Maybe Mark wasn’t the dummy he had thought. As the years went , the dinner conversations would often be over Mark’s father’s head. Then he would just nod off and on during the meal.
their last year at school, the guys besides Mark – Matt, Peter, John, and Luke all had steady girlfriends. Matt and Luke were with the same girls they started dating a few years earlier. At first, the girlfriends were jealous of what the guys were doing each afternoon after practice. But as soon as they learned what was going on, they encouraged the guys. They all had their futures pinned to the four guys and did want their future mates to be able to provide for them well. They, too, showed attention to Tim at school.
Mark would have fleeting girlfriends over the years, but he never stayed with any of them for more than a couple of months. And rumors around the school were he would be a bit aggressive with females, egging them on to go further with him than they wanted to.
When one of the five passed a test, there would be a whoop and holler session at the start of tutoring. Then one day, Peter came in busting with pride. The history paper he had written earned an A. The teacher even commented on his insight into the consequences of the historical event. The whole crew celebrated his accomplishment.
What began as Tim just helping the guys with their school work turned into a friendship with them. In truth, Tim was the one who held back. The guys would invite Tim to parties, but Tim would come up with excuses why he could not attend.
When secondary school ended, the five guys were determined and dragged Tim with them to a local pub. None of them were of age yet to get beers served directly to them. Tim’s mates managed to get pints of ale having one of the older customers the drinks for them, being the ‘parental’ unit with them.
At the pub that day, Tim tasted his first beer. Oh, his would give him glasses of wine to accompany the gourmet dinners she would make; occasionally, an apéritif or digestif before or after dinner. Ale, though, was considered too plebeian to Cynthia. Tim did find he liked the taste. Perhaps in part as the others had encouraged him to join them.
There was more to this outing than just bringing Tim to a pub. After a round of drinks, the guys started making toasts, first to all of them passing and graduating. Then for Tim being second in their class and earning a full scholarship. But the most cheers were for Tim’s over the last few years to bring them all to a successful end of school.
Then Mark stood up and fumbled over the words, thrusting a box at Tim, “Just something we all got you for helping us through all this. We do appreciate what you did for us, Tim.” He sat down as Tim, his face fully blushed at this surprising addition, opened the package.
Inside was a new cell phone, a RAZR. It wasn’t the best model, but for them to get him one in thanks was overwhelming to Tim. Mark mumbled that they for a year of for Tim, “To make sure you keep in touch with us while you’re absorbed in your college courses.”
Tim thanked them all profusely, with tears in his eyes for what they had done. He knew they all had jobs after school and on weekends, but the idea that they pooled their to get him this, meant the world to Tim.
Tim did stay in touch and met them at the same pub on most Friday nights. They all were fans of one football team and enjoyed evenings of beer and cheering their team on.
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Over the years, Tim finished college and got the position at Microga. The five guys all took different routes learning skilled trades or just jumping into jobs. The girls they had each been with since school days often accompanied them on Fridays. Soon these women became their wives or fiancées. Only Mark did not have a steady girlfriend. He would have a woman with him for a week or two. Then it would be someone else, or him himself as it had been in school.
Mark was the most boisterous of the . He would make inappropriate advances to women in the pub and egg the other guys to hit on other women if their spouses weren’t there. In time Tim did come to know that overall, Mark really was an ass. It was only due to the past kindness Mark had shown and interest in the other guys' lives that kept Tim meeting them on Friday nights.
The had shown such concern and were there when his died, though none of them had ever met Cynthia. That kindness had meant a lot to Tim.
After years of Mark’s bigoted and homophobic remarks, the evenings had been losing their charm for Tim. It was only knowing what Mark had shared with him over the years about his father that kept Tim continuing with him. Tim knew this negative side of Mark came from trying to be like his father and live up to his view of the world. And even though Mark’s father died a few years after Cynthia, those feelings were still embedded in Mark.
After starting at Microga, Tim recommended Matt and Peter for positions in the factory. Both were very appreciative of Tim’s getting them the jobs. Tim always made a point of stopping and saying hi to them when he was in the plant. They knew about Tim’s promotion, and both are so proud of their friend.
Matt, now married to Martha for a few years, was awaiting their first 's arrival. The last time Tim saw them at the pub was in April. Martha had just learned she was pregnant. Now she should be almost to her due date.
Peter and Sarah have had an on-again, off-again relationship for about years. But now they are engaged and planning a wedding next spring.
John went to trade school to learn computer programming and has a good job with a gaming company. He and Debbie have been married for over ten years but have no interest in starting a family.
Since finishing school, Luke has worked at a commercial construction company. He married Mary right out of school and now has a couple of . The older one was getting ready to start secondary school.
And then there is Mark. He, too, looked for work with no offers to football at a professional level when he finished school. Mark had known that football would end with secondary school, as he was not good enough to with the ‘big boys.’ Instead, he was offered a full-time position from his part-time job while in school as a stocker at a local grocery store. Over the last several years, Mark has advanced in the company.
Mark went from stocker to cashier and then to being a merchandise buyer for the store. Five years ago, when a large chain purchased the grocery store, Mark was promoted to head buyer for the district. All five, well, six including Tim, have done well for themselves and were living comfortably.
As of last spring, all of the others are married or soon to be so. That left Mark and Tim as the only single guys. It was interesting that while he egged the others on to flirt and try to pick up women, Mark never pushed Tim to approach women. Somewhat knowing that Tim was too shy and unsure of doing so.
It was just one of the small ways they all have looked out for Tim over the years. But now, with Abbie, and his promotion, Tim realizes that to not respond to their invitation would make it appear that he was now too above them, which Tim did not think at all.
Tim is proud of all of them and the accomplishments they have made. That Tim being a small part of helping them learn and succeed has been one of the shining lights in Tim’s dull life over the years. But to both the men and their wives, Tim was much more than a ‘small part’ in their lives. They all clearly remember what Tim did and feel they can never repay him.
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When the request comes asking Tim to join his mates for the game in September, Tim knows it is time for them to meet Abbie and understand his life now. Tim does not think about how they might react to Abbie as he still is blinded his love for her. He could not comprehend anyone finding fault with her or their relationship.
Tim tries to tell Abbie about his mates and what they mean to him, but he is so unsure of the emotions he feels about them, he stumbles over his words. Abbie comprehends what Tim is trying to say but is still nervous about meeting them. How would they react to her?
Abbie knows she can ‘pass’ with strangers if just in a chance meeting of no length. But to meet up close, for an extended period, with people who would be judging if she is good enough for their mate is something different.
Abbie anguishes over what is ahead, and Thursday night, her apprehension is apparent to Grace right away. Taking Abbie aside to question her, Abbie spills all her worries out to Grace. Hugging her, Grace says, “So what if they figure things out? What does it matter to you and Tim? There is no way they can throw a wrench into things, and if they are loyal friends of Tim’s, as you say, they will be supportive of you when they see how happy Tim is. If it would make you feel better, Sam and I could join you tomorrow night, so you have some of your ‘team’ there for reinforcement.”
Abbie hugs Grace back and tells her, yes, them being there would be good. So after joining the rest and Grace having quiet words with Sam, Abbie tells Tim that Grace and Sam would like to join them for the game at the pub tomorrow.
Tim agrees that would be nice, not comprehending the reason for their participation. Plans are made, and it is agreed that Grace and Sam will meet Tim and Abbie at the pub around seven the next night.
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Tim and Abbie 48: The summer comes to an end
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Posted:Mar 7, 2021 11:28 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2021 2:02 pm
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Back home from the coast, it is soon September. Work for Tim and Abbie is fulfilling, as is the time they spend with their new circle of friends. It is a wonderful balance for them all. Since Ruth’s visit to Pathways, she and Phillip Clarke share a meal with Tim and Abbie about once a month.
The two do find plenty of time to share pleasures. Tim is learning to enjoy wearing a cock ring that holds his shaft tightly during foreplay and slows down the final release during intercourse. Abbie enjoys this also as it makes everything last longer.
Once they reach the point that both are naked and, through hand play, are each moving toward being fully ready, Abbie takes one of the metal rings, which fit snugly on Tim at this level, and slides it down his cock to the base. Tim, feeling this, gives a content moan as she does.
It is like a sign that both are ready to move to the final act. Usually, Abbie rolls on her back and lifts her legs over Tim’s shoulders so they can look into each other’s eyes as they accelerate to the final outburst.
Other times, Abbie will ride Tim, setting the pace for them. Or lying side side, Abbie’s back to Tim’s stomach as he slides into her with one of her legs thrown over his thigh. They enjoy so many ways, even Abbie on her knees, Tim entering her from behind. All offer different sensations for both of them, keeping things fresh and exciting between them.
After the incredible time they had on their holiday, Tim begins thinking about things between them seriously. He knows he loves Abbie and can’t imagine carrying on without her. He wants to find a way for her to know this, more than him just telling her.
His mind wanders back to the ring he found of his ’s. The one that Thomas, Tim’s father, had given her. Tim remembers her wearing it for several years when he was little. While he has next to no feelings for his father, he knows his treasured the ring. It symbolized Cynthia and Thomas together through the birth of Tim. Thinking about this, Tim decides he wants Abbie to have the ring.
Taking it to a jeweler to clean and resize, Tim is surprised what the jeweler tells him when he picks up the ring. Putting the ring on a velvet-covered display tray, he asks Tim, “Do you know anything about this ring?” When Tim shakes his head no, the jeweler continues, “It is made Elizabeth Gage, a top designer in the 80s. The queen and her often wore many of her designs, adding to her acclaim.”
Tim is astonished, but more so when the jeweler tells him that the ring is valued at over five thousand pounds. Mixed emotions run through Tim hearing this. ‘Why did his not just the ring when she needed ? Did Thomas care that much for his to her such a valuable ring?’
The jeweler continues, Tim only half hearing. “To resize the ring would have taken much of its value away, and the difference between what it is now and what you requested is minimal. It should fit your intended recipient.” Tim, still a bit confused, leaves the shop with the ring. It now does have more significance to him, but he is not sure how it changes things that much.
Ring now ready, Tim makes his plans.
On a Saturday at the beginning of September, after spending the day clearing up the yard and flower beds for fall, Tim suggests they go out to dinner. Abbie is more than happy with that suggestion.
Together in the bath, Abbie is leaning back against Tim as he soaps her breasts and shoulders, then down over her stomach and thighs, spending a great deal of time scrubbing her clit until Abbie cries with delight.
Tim’s full attention is on helping Abbie to reach that tremendous abyss. The suds add to the pleasure Abbie feels as Tim takes her glans between his fingers and plays her like she loves. The head of her clit presses into the palm of his hand, going back and forth as Tim’s fingers run and squeeze up and down her extended clit.
Abbie is squirming as the play continues. She is trying to hold back to enjoy as long as she can. Abbie can feel Tim’s cock, getting harder against her as each wave rushes through her.
It is always exciting to her when she feels Tim’s hard prick rubbing up and down her ass crack—not trying to enter her but enjoying the friction against her body. By now, Tim has Abbie purring like he loves to hear. As he continues, between rushes, Abbie gasps out for him not to stop, which he doesn’t.
Abbie knows she is reaching that point of no return; she rolls on her stomach as her gushes spray out over Tim’s stomach. The sight of her round and lovely ass cheeks bouncing as Abbie lets everything be released takes Tim to the point of joining Abbie, spurting himself.
Tim has not spanked Abbie since before their vacation. Her maintenance spankings on Wednesdays stopped then. Abbie seems to be behaving regarding the issues which brought it on. But Tim does acknowledge, to himself, something stirs in him when he sees her lovely ass cheeks naked and waiting before him.
During the maintenance period, Tim did come to comprehend some things. When Abbie lies over his lap with her pale cheeks lifted and waiting, Tim always gets enjoyment and becomes aroused. Seeing the first mark on each cheek, which is an outline of his hand before repeated spanks blend them, thrills him. Spanking that lovely ass to a rosy red leads to Tim hardening as much as Abbie does from the discipline.
Though while it does, Tim would never overstep their agreement for him being Abbie’s disciplinarian. No, spanking Abbie is for her own good when needed, not for him to get his rocks off over. But more than one night, while Abigail was spending her corner time, Tim did have to hurry to the bathroom to jerk himself off, envisioning her lovely red cheeks staring out at him as she stood in her time out.
Tim brings his wandering mind back to the present and helps Abbie wash their stomachs off before stepping out of the tub and wrapping themselves in thick, warm towels.
He leaves Abbie to do her hair and makeup. Tim chooses what he will wear tonight. He also searches through Abbie’s wardrobe and finds the dress he wants her to wear. Tim places it on the bed and finishes getting dressed. He fixes his hair how the beautician showed him and is clean-shaven from before getting into the tub.
When Abbie comes into the bedroom, she sees the dress Tim has laid out. She hasn’t worn that for months, she realizes, and thinks it would look good on her tonight. She finishes dressing and goes downstairs to where Tim is waiting for her.
Watching Abbie descend the stairs takes Tim’s breath away. She looks marvelous, as she always does, but tonight Abbie is wearing the dress she wore that first night Tim took her to dinner. He is unsure if Abbie remembers what she wore, but if it hadn’t crossed her mind when Tim tells her the cab is here for them, it suddenly becomes clear.
Abbie allows a small grin to cross her face as she comprehends that Tim is recreating their first date. When they pull up in the cab to the same restaurant as that night, Abbie is now fully grinning.
Tim helps her from the cab and steers her into the restaurant with his hand on her arm. The maitre d' shows them to their table, which Abbie recognizes as where they sat that night. Tim is recreating the evening perfectly.
‘Just though he doesn’t run away for a bit as he had later that evening,’ Abbie thinks as she smiles, ‘But even that worked out after all.’
They have a delicious dinner of several courses. Abbie feels almost stuffed but in a good way. Over after-dinner drinks, Tim brings out a small box (no, not a ring box as he did not want to scare Abbie into thinking it was something more than intended).
“Abbie, I would like you to have this. To show you how much I care about you and am so grateful you are in my life now,” Tim tells her. Abbie looks at the box, undoes the ribbon around it, and opens it. The ring shines up at her, the gold sparkling from being cleaned and the gems so colorful.
Abbie is a bit speechless, but as she takes the ring from the box and slides in on her right ring finger replies, “Tim, it is lovely. Wherever did you find it? I love it. If I had to pick a ring out for myself, I could not have done better.” She smiles warmly at Tim, causing him to blush some.
Tim tells her about where it came from, which just makes Abbie value the ring more. Knowing it had been his ’s and Tim now wanting to share it with her. She is overwhelmed when he tells her what the jeweler said about the designer and value. Abbie tells him she should have recognized it as an Elizabeth Gage design, as she has always admired her style.
The night could not be more perfect, well until.
Getting the cab back home, Abbie staring at the ring on her hand comes up short when Tim off-handily mentions something. “Abbie, next Friday my mates have asked us to come to the pub to watch our team starting match of the season.’
Abbie’s stomach turns over, and with all the food she ate feels like she is going to be sick. A few deep breaths later, Abbie contemplates what Tim is suggesting. She, meeting his friends for the first time. People outside their small circle who understand each other’s leanings and lifestyle. What would Tim’s friends be like?
Finally able to speak, Abbie replies, “Of course, Tim, if you want to go watch the match there and see your friends, I will be happy to also.” Not that she feels that happy about it, but it is a hurdle they will have to go over eventually.
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