All the usual preamble as written in No.1, but one thing worth repeating, please donate to nifty ok?
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Colin Gary David Carl. Oh and two others.
We had been awake for half an hour, this time with Andy on top of me and taking our time wishing each other good morning. It was Sunday and so no hurry. Even though Andy could not wait to get out in the garden there was no way he would miss out on the physical stuff between us. We had been out for a meal the night before and I had asked Andy to marry me. When we got back home we cuddled up on the settee and after a long time kissing we undressed one another and celebrated our "engagement" in the time honoured fashion. ie we screwed the fuck out of each other until the early hours.
"You are SO unromantic! What a way to describe us making love. I give in." Even though I was being told off, Andy had a lovely smile on his beautiful face. I reached over and got the lube off the bedside table and went to work on his tunnel and the part of me that would soon be inside it. He jigged around as my finger entered him and when we were both ready Andy guided all 8.5 inches of me into him, the whole lot in one movement. Both of us could feel the tight fit and became extremely excited as Andy pumped bringing us both to the inevitable end. The sight of his body in front of me was pure heaven and I guess he thought the same about mine. We both off loaded at the same time, me filling Andy up and him covering my front. Still with me inside him he lent down and kissed me. He eventually disengaged and laid down on top of me. I wrapped my arms around his body and squeezed him into me.
"Good screw then?" He asked. I didn't say anything, just took his face in both hands and, once again, kissed him for a very long time.
After we had showered Andy went off to his greenhouse leaving me to sort out the pile of clothes on the lounge floor. Why is it there is always a sock missing? I shoved the lot and a few more bits in the washing machine and went back upstairs to the far end of the bedroom where I had my studio and worked for a couple of hours. I had been approached by an agent of one of the biggest names in English and world Football and if I was going to be taken on to draw him, it could be huge. I went on line to find photographs and some info about him. Some interesting stuff as well I must say. I settled down to draw. One downside would be me having to travel to Manchester to meet the guy and his agent. Still, Andy may get time off and we could go together with any luck. Talk of the devil, he called me from the garden. As I was in "obeying" mood I went out to join him in the greenhouse and after gushing on about what he had done to the lawn mower, I gave him a blow job. "That's the first seeds you have sown here my darling man." I said, kissed him and went back to the football star.
After an early dinner that I had nuked for us, I told him we were going to the pub, the only gay one in Aldershot called the Lord Campbell. As he was also in "obeying " mood he dragged me off to the shower where we spent some time making sure we were both squeaky clean before getting dressed and waited, cuddled up on the settee for the taxi to turn up.
There were only four guys in the bar, but could hear more in the back room playing pool. Andy climbed on a stool and for once was the same height as me. He ordered our beers and just sipped looking around us. I had not seen the four guys in here before. They seemed to be couples and I must say all very good looking. It was obvious one of them recognized one of us and kept looking over trying to work out how he did. Eventually he stood up and came over. "Hi guys, i'm Gary and I think your Andy. Am I right?" Andy shot a look at me and a worried look came across his face. "Yes." He said trying to think how this guy knew him. "Thought so. You look a damb sight better than when I first saw you. I was one of the paramedics who scraped you off the floor after your accident." Well, that cleared that up. "It's great to see you looking so good. I must say we were not too sure how things would turn out. I knew of course you got through as I kept asking.
Andy told him all he could remember and thanked the guy for his help." Oh this is Bobby, my partner." We shook hands and I thanked him for all that he and his mate had done for us.
"Andy had a lot of people on his side and saved his life." I told him.
Gary seemed a pleasent guy and asked us to join him and the others.
We went over to their table and he did the introductions. "This is my partner Colin and those two ugly sods are David and Carl. In fact they were all very good looking guys and seemed nice and friendly as well. Colin, was quite a bit older than Gary and guessed him to be late thirties, early forties the other guys looked around our ages, 23 24. He worked in Aldershot making models of new building projects for local authorities and companies who were expanding their operations. He had done a lot of work for the London Olympic Committee. David was a head chef at the Pheasant restaurant where Andy and I had been last night and Carl was bar manager. Andy told him about his work and the nursery. David said he gets supplies from there, "and I tell you we get good stuff from you, the best"
"Well, it's not much to do with me, I have only just started, but I love it. We have just moved from a flat and I now have my own garden, thanks to Bobby." He looked and smiled at me. They were interested in what I did and would be interested in seeing some of my work sometime. "Well, if your in here again I will bring some with me."
Colin said that they met here or the Pheasant about once a week and often visit one another, "but the best is going to David and Carl's as they guaranteed a great meal, he's a chef and a top one at that, but the bugger doesn't help my waist line though." The four of them had first met a year ago and had been friends ever since. We chatted on and it was obvious there was a lot of love around the table. David and Carl were married and Colin and Gary were going to in two months. "What about you two?" Carl asked. I looked at Andy and smiled. "Unless Andy has changed his mind since I asked him last night, we are getting married, don't know when yet though, we have not stopped celebrating." Carl said we looked great together, everyone was pleased and we had one last drink before we all had to go. "Lets meet again," Colin said and I gave him my number. The taxi arrived and we said goodnight and pleased to have met them. They said the same and it was obvious they meant it.
On the way home in the taxi I told Andy that although this was the first time I had met them, there was something familiar about all of them. "Like you have slept with them and forgot about it?" He whispered. He got a thump on his thigh which made him hold my hand to prevent another one. "Well, they are all handsome guys I have to admit, but the guy sitting next to you now is much better looking don't you think?" By the squeeze on my hand I assumed it was either retaliation punishment, or agreeing with me? Who knows.
We both had a busy week what with Andy's work and then straight out to the greenhouse. I finished four drawings of the football guy in case I was invited to meet and show him. I had some other commission work I had completed and went to the little village post office come general store to send them off. I then spent a day drawing Colin and Gary and David and Carl from memory all from my position at the table in the pub. I then did another of all six of us as though it was a group photo standing in front of the bar. I rolled them up in a tube and put it aside in case they contacted for a meet.
The phone rang, it was the football agent asking me to send the drawings and was a bit pissed off when I told him I would only bring them personally. I had learnt early on not to send work as I had once done that and the prick saying it had not arrived. I knew it did as it was sent secure delivery, but I never got paid, but he didn't get a signed copy either. A signed copy of anything gives it authenticity and value, if indeed any piece of art work does have value in the first place.
"I'm not sure he will have the time to meet you. He is a busy guy as you can imagine." The agent assumed I would do what he asked.
"I am also busy, but I am prepared to give him some of my time if he wishes to get back to me. I am sure I can fit him in, but my diary is quite full."
I cannot stand FUCKWIT CELEB'S or those who cum in their sad pants sucking up to them. Still, they are big money and as such a commodity to use and abused by their "advisers."
I left it at that thinking I would miss out as well. Oh well never mind, still got enough work to do. It did make me think though. What happens if I DO run out?
The next day the phone rang again, this time it was Colin. "We are all meeting at the Pheasant tomorrow night and would you guys like to meet there?" He asked.
"Great Colin, we will be there about eight ok?"
"Perfect, but don't eat, David always has something for us."
When he came in Andy was pleased. "Seems we may have some friends at at last." He smiled at me. "It would be nice, especially as they are. Nice I mean."
After dinner, if you can call it that, we both went out to the greenhouse and worked on it together. It soon became obvious, once again, that we are absolutely useless working together. It was all Andy's fault really, he should not have grinned at me. I mean how provocative can you get? I kissed him and without any objection from him undid his jeans and dropped to my knees. I don't think I will ever get tired of removing them and seeing his perfect bulge hidden in his briefs. I would just look at him knowing full well what's there and getting hugely turned on by the sight of him. Placing my hands on his bum and pulling him to my face and burying into him is a fantastic experience and the smell of this wonderful man is out of this world. Kissing the ever hardening cock and taking it into my mouth. Listening to Andy as I bite gently on him, "Bobby!" Pulling at the front of his pants and dropping them and there he would be in all his beauty, free now and waiting for my lips, tongue and mouth. Licking his sack and taking each one in my mouth in turn would be followed by my tongue on the base and slowly lick my way to the head while my hand takes his balls and fondles them. At the head I would spend time just under it which caused even more reaction from my man. His cock could not get any harder as my tounge teased it's head with pre cum slowly emerging from it's exit. Finally I sink my mouth onto the whole length of him and Andy sucks his breath in as I go down and hold him in my throat.
It was the same this time and the more I held him the more worked up he became and begun to breath sharply as he was nearing his summit. To add to his experience I now blew him with firm, slow strokes with my mouth and also sank a finger into him and found the THE spot which brought out more groans and gasps of pleasure and finally I knew he was about to explode into me as his body tensed and recoiled with the first shot into my mouth. Time and again he off loaded with his body thrashing about as he came crying out my name with each one.
For some time after he had completed his ejeculations I kept him in my mouth making sure no cum escaped and swallowed the lot. Releasing him I slowly stood up, wrapped my arms around him and kissed my sweet, beautiful man. I drew away and looked into his eyes and they told of his love. His smile was lovely to see and the, "I love you so much Bobby," told me all I loved to hear.
We went inside and ran a bath and in our usual position, Andy leaning up against my chest, we just cuddled in with my arms around his body. We lay there not saying anything, just utterly content with our lives and the fact we were a couple. It was not long before we were in bed laying facing each other, stroking faces, kissing, looking at each other in the eyes and smiling our love to the other. Andy kissed me one last time and turned so that I could, very slowly, make love to him. I stroked myself into Andy and held his body against me tightly and all the while kissing his neck. I was almost there when I just pushed fully into him and stopped moving, shear love for him did the rest and after a short while my body tensed as I ejeculated everything I had into my beautiful man. We lay there not saying a word, just content and so very happy and like that we both drifted off to sleep.
For once we were awake before the alarm went off. Andy turned and we said good morning in the usual way and cuddled in tight, love still streaming out of every pore. Of course someone had to spoil it which was me this time when I pinched his ass, that caused an immediate responce from the worlds strongest man and we fought all over the bed with Andy inviting me to "give in" while I pinned him to the bed. What a way to start the day.
At last we grew up a bit and went off to get ready for our day. "Don't forget we are meeting the others tonight." I reminded Andy at his front door. "Ok my lover boy, looking forward to it." And with one last kiss he was off to catch the bus on the main road.
I went for my jog through the village and then on to the lovely countryside. I ran in a full circle back to the village stopping off to buy a paper and bread. Back indoors I made coffee and read the paper. After that a shower to get ready to work. While in the shower the phone rang and heard someone talking on record. After dressing I listened to the message. It was the footballers agent asking me to call back ASAP. I called. He told me his player could not train or play for a week due to injury and wanted to meet me in two days time if I was available. He then went on to say he would book a room for me at the Richards Hotel were the football club had rooms permanently booked for guests and his client would be there at 12 noon. I told him to make it a double room and was told all rooms were. I rang Andy. "I'm not sure I can get off Bobby. I will ask Joe and ring you back." He did 5 mintues later. "He says you owe him a portrait!"
I went back to my studio and got out the work I had done on this guy and studied them hard. Finding that there was nothing I could do to improve them I put them away and went to the bedroom to pack for us the following day.
We had a great time in David's and Carls flat. Colin was absolutly right in that the food was wonderful and after telling David how useless I was he promised to help and come round to our place soon and give some menus and show us how easy it all was.
"Are you listening Andy, David is talking to you?" He looked at me and said in that loving way of his, "piss off!" I guess I was to become permanent chef.
The guys were very kind and made some nice comments about the drawings I had done and all said they wanted to sit for me. "You must have some sort of photographic memory Bobby?" Colin asked. "You have done all these from nothing more than, what, a two hour meeting and got everything right?"
"I can remember people, buildings and landscapes, I can even draw the London underground map, but ask me a date or what I had for breakfast i'm lost. It's very handy when it comes to portraits as I can meet once and remember all details of the whole person or even groups." Carl leaned over to David, "I can remember everything about you my big hunk, shall I draw you for the boys?" David grinned at him. "We haven't got big enough paper." We all laughed, but wondered as well!
The trip to Manchester went very well and my new client was more than pleased with the work I had done and commisioned me to come to his home when it could be arranged to draw him and his wife and little daughter. He was very pleasent and I enjoyed meeting him. He was the start of good things as through him I got loads more work not only the present players for the club, but former players, managers and many others. Apart from rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous, which in fact I could not give a damb about, it meant long time security as my work for the people in this club snowballed and I got an enormous load of work from many sports personalities and they became my specialist area. I found to be "sought after" rather pleasing and certainly well rewarded.
We got back to the hotel in good time and after showering and dressing I took us out for something to eat and a couple of drinks. I was more than happy about the trip which was even better having Andy with me. The hotel room was very comfortable and we made the most of it before and after the meeting. We had arrived the day before the meeting with Mic........opps nearly let that slip! After showering we went out to the gay area along Canal Street in Manchester. We had a meal then went to a night club were we danced for some hours and at the same time warding off offers from other guys to "come back to my/our place." We loved the attention, but just knew the gay scene was not for us.
By the way you may have seen photos of guys standing under the sign "Canal Street" and holding something up to cover the C? I rather think there is a lot of anal action in Manchester and we certainly got involved in it as soon as we got back to the hotel!
Andy really impressed me during that stay. Before we left to go home we had breakfast in the hotel dining room and a waiter called Jason was hovering around us and eventually came over and said, "look guys if you fancy a good time with my 7 inch hard cock before you book out, I can come to your room, Ok?" Jason was obviously thinking he had impressed us and thought we would gag for his 7 inches.
Before I could open my mouth Andy replied, "I don't do anything below 8.5 Jason, I would not even know your up my arse!" Jason went off to deal with another guest.
"Hell love, that told him." I said.
"I'm just pleased i'm here big boy, you may have been tempted. Lets go."
The alarm woke us up which was always set for an hour before we should actually get out of bed so that we could take our time in the "good morning" routine that had become such an essentual part of every new day for both of us. Before I knew it I had this light weight called Andy on me kissing the crap out of my lips.
"Who the fuck are you?" I would lift him up and say. " Oh it's you, carry on." And put him back on me. I KNOW it's daft, but that's us and we love it. I mean as soon as I say something like that he comes back with something just as daft. "Oh sorry I thought you were the stud I had a dream about last night." WHY we don't just get on with our "fight" which happens more times than not, I don't know, but it's part of us and we would not want it any other way. We get into one which ends up with what we both want and that is to make love in the most beautiful way that only two true lovers can express to each other. The tender kissing, the fondeling of each others bodies the sweet words of love, the promise of undying faithfulness and then after all the bullshit.....
FUCK like rabbits! OH, Good morning Vietnam! Well Aldershot actually!
With one final kiss, Andy went off to work with me waving from his front door. He took my love with him and at the same time left his inside me. I got into my running gear and went off for my run. It was a nice day and I ran my usual route for two hours and then stopped off at the post office to buy eggs and bacon. There were four other shoppers at the post office bit when I went in and after I was served said goodbye, opened the door and looked straight down the barrel of a gun!
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winchesterbornbred@hotmail.co.uk if you want to write. Best wishes, Bobby. And me, Andy