This story is a work of fiction. It contains scenes that involve sex between consenting adult men and if this offends you, you are underage, or prohibited by law from viewing such material leave now.
Nothing in this story should be taken to imply that Gareth Gates is gay or that the events portrayed are in any way real or based on knowledge of actual events or people. It is a work of pure fiction.
The real Gareth Gates has a speech impediment when talking (but not singing). While I have acknowledged this in the text I do not attempt to truly represent it.
This chapter has taken a while due to events beyond my control. Some of you will have seen the special message I posted to Todd in April. Todd has been through several traumatic experiences and is now in hospital very poorly. Get well soon Todd. I am grateful to David who read the draft for me. Jamie decided to wait for the finished version this time.
This chapter is dedicated to Todd.
All comments on this gratefully received at GarethSam@aol.com. Gareth & Sam 10 Is there a problem?
I woke with a deep sense of contentment. The warmth and smell of Gaz who had somehow managed to wrap himself around me during the night made me feel so safe. We had made love to each other so perfectly last night. As I thought of it I shivered slightly. I had been very tired after fucking Gaz, but when we had dozed a little I had woken to find him stroking my hair and kissing my forehead. He had then driven me into a frenzy with his touch and finally sent me into ecstasy as he finally filled me with his manhood.
His manhood was currently poking into my thigh very hard.
"Morning babe." I said, kissing his cheek.
"Hi." He murmured into my ear. "How are you?"
"Pleased to be here." I replied. "What time are you working today?"
"Oh quiet day really. An interview at 10.30 and rehearsals for the concerts. The backing singers and the musicians are Australian so we need to do plenty of run throughs."
"So what time do you have to leave?"
"The interview is here." He replied snuggling even closer. "So we can sleep for another half an hour at least."
"But it's only 7.30. It won't take you two and a half hours to get ready will it?"
"No." he smiled that wide smile that showed off the gap in his teeth and his dimples. "But I could do with a damn good seeing to before we get up."
I turned into him and placed my arm around his shoulder. "I'll see what I can do."
We dozed for a while and then Gaz started to stroke my dick.
"I loved that side by side position last night." He whispered. "Let's practice it again." So we made love, starting as usual with an expression of passion through touch and then completing it with a slow, deliberate penetration of Gaz, who, if it is possible, seemed to find it even more satisfying than the night before.
We lay together, Gaz's overpowering scent filling my senses. I couldn't get close enough to him no matter how I tried. The heat and sweat of our bodies made us slide easily over each other. I could have stayed there all day.
"We need a shower." Gaz said wiping some perspiration from my chest.
"Yeah. We certainly do." I sniffed at him and pulled a face and laughed. Gaz began to slide out of bed, pulling me with him. He looked so sexy, a sheen of sweat all over his body making the short hairs on his chest and stomach lie flat and cling to him. My dick immediately stiffened to full hardness. He was my man and it felt fantastic. I shivered with the realization of just what we had together as I stepped off of the bed.
Gaz saw the shiver. "You okay babe?"
"Yeah, great. I am so lucky to have you." I said by way of explanation and I pulled him close and hugged him.
"Me too Sam. Lucky to have you too I mean." He replied and kissed me gently. We went to the bathroom and showered quietly and slowly. I worked my hands across Gareth's body again and again and he did the same to me. We were in no rush and had no reason to get out. Eventually we just stood under the water.
The phone rang forcing us to leave the shower. Gaz quickly padded across the bathroom and despite grabbing a towel left a trail of footmarks and drips on the floor as he did so. I stepped out and began to dry off, hearing Gaz answer the phone and then returned.
"I forgot about the stylist." He said. "Jeff's downstairs. He's come to make me look beautiful."
"Nothing for him to do then." I said.
"I've told him to give me 10 minutes." Gaz said and looked down.
"What?" I said, taking his hand.
"Babe, do you think" he struggled to find the words. "...you could shift your stuff into the other bedroom."
"Oh Gaz. Don't be so worried. I understand." I put my arms around him and as he looked up kissed him. "Don't feel so bad."
"Thanks Sam." He said quietly, "I'm sorry."
"No. Don't be. I'll move some things and make the bed look slept in. We're just `mates'." I messed his hair and left to make good on my promise.
I understood Gaz's problem, and was determined not to make him feel bad. I knew it was important to maintain his public image. But deep down I did feel a little disappointed. I was so in love with Gaz I would happily have let the world know, but Gaz couldn't. I told myself I had to be realistic, but I had this uneasy feeling I couldn't quite describe.
Jeff arrived and I took my cue as I heard his bag hit the table. I emerged from the spare bedroom, fully dressed and surprised.
"Hi Jeff." I said, "What you doing here?"
Jeff and Gaz told me what I already knew. I was suitably interested and we ate some breakfast while Jeff set up in front of the bathroom mirror of `our room'. I then said I was off into central Melbourne.
"Come back about 11.30, we can have some lunch before I go." Gaz said with Jeff safely around the corner.
"Okay." I said and went to busy myself around town.
I had nothing to do really, so I wandered around trying to find things in Melbourne I had yet to see. Actually Melbourne had little else to offer. The trams were interesting, the first time, the Yarra river and Federation Square were there, but after that it was just a shopping and office centre. Maybe I was just preoccupied with my concern about how Gaz and I were going to manage our public image and I was missing the beauty.
I wandered along the `Southbank' of the river, past the Dali exhibition, the Casino and eventually was attracted to an old sailing ship. It was nothing special. There was a huge exhibition hall nearby and there was a book and CD sale going on. It was like an aircraft hanger, with possibly millions of remaindered books and CD's. It kept me busy, but it was mostly crap. I emerged after about 45 minutes with nothing. I had picked up one CD, a 60's compellation, but put it back after realizing it was pretty lame.
I walked back to the hotel and arrived at 11.30. By now I had been thinking about Gaz and the problem of our public relationship for two and a half hours.
I was getting very uneasy about it. Gareth obviously felt he was not ready to come out. I didn't blame him at all, his career was so important and it could destroy it. I had no doubt of that Gareth loved me and I loved him. But what damage could I do him?
Lots. Lots of damage was my conclusion.
I was getting scared. Gareth had felt bad asking me to move some stuff into the other room. How was he going to feel when I had to completely clear out. He was bound to make a compromise decision and then we would get caught out. Next thing you know some `Hello' magazine photographer would be snapping us from a mile away, putting two and two together and making, unusually for them, four.
I wasn't sure what to do, but I knew I must do what was best for Gaz.
I walked into the suite and Gaz called out. "Hi Sam. Nobody here." To let me know we could be ourselves.
"Hi babe." I called, and saw him emerge from the bedroom.
"Done anything interesting?" he asked.
"Not really. Went past the Dali exhibition and those restaurants by the river. Want to go there tonight, see the exhibition and have dinner?" I asked, I wasn't going to mention the concern that was eating at me so insecently.
"Yeah. Sounds cool." He came to me and placed his arms around me. "Sorry you had to clear out. I've moved your stuff back."
"That's okay babe." We kissed, his tongue reaching deep into my mouth and reassuring me that whatever we had to do to make things look `right' he was my boyfriend with every fibre of his body. That made me feel much better.
We had some sandwiches and Coke and then Gaz had to run to his rehearsal.
"I'll be back by 5 latest. You wanna book dinner at one of those restaurants by the river?"
"Yeah sure. Italian okay."
"Great." He said as he went to the door.
Oh well, back to the laptop and my dissertation. I worked for a couple of hours and then walked down to the `Southbank' again to book the restaurant. I could have called, but I was confused about which restaurant was which. I felt a bit of a pratt, but at least it gave me an excuse to get out and away from the work. It was a glorious day again.
I booked us a table for 8.30 at `Staks', an Italian restaurant which as quite close to the Dali exhibition. It had a large area of outside seating, quite important I felt, as it was over 30 degrees today. It looked classy, although I was judging this by price. Restaurants are cheap in Australia, but this was reassuringly expensive.
I went back to the hotel and looked at my dissertation again. Well it seemed okay, but I was losing interest. So far I could show that the attendances at Premier League matches was strongly correlated by League position, League position of the opposition and the level of real income. I guess Gaz could have worked that out without the benefit of my education. Still it was the effort that counted.
Gaz bounded through the door at about a quarter to five.
"Hi babe." He came straight to me and hugged me.
"Hi. How did it go?" I asked as we broke from a gentle kiss.
"Really good. They had learned all the songs and the singers are a laugh. I think they will keep me guessing about what they will do next all tour." I started to turn off my laptop when Gaz stopped me.
"How is your work going?" he asked.
"Not too bad. It is a little simplistic. I hope it is good enough." I replied.
"Show me." Gaz said, putting his arm around my waist and leaning towards the screen.
I showed him the data I had for all the Premier league clubs and their attendances, and then explained my theory. I ran the model and a line of figures appeared on the screen, then some graphs showing the alternative models and how well they fitted the data.
"What does it mean?" Gaz asked, squeezing me slightly.
Now I knew this was the acid test. I was about to explain what I wanted to do for work for the rest of my life. It was one of the three things that made me the person I was. (The others were, being gay and in love with Gaz and my sport.)
"The figures are an indication of how important the different factors are." I began, Gaz looked closely. "This one shows that league position is very significant, this one says if it is on TV isn't that important."
"Wow". Gaz said, "and you can get that from the figures?"
"And the estimation technique." I added.
"That is fascinating. I wish I could do something like that."
"What rather than being a pop star." I said laughing.
"No, not instead of, but I would like to have a better education than I have. You teach me your subject, and I'll teach you mine." He stood upright and stretched. "So what we doing tonight, is it sorted?"
"Yeah. Dali exhibition then dinner at 8.30." I said
"Great. What time do we need to go?"
"About 6.30 if we walk." I said, "Can you risk that?"
"I think so, dark glasses and cap. Shouldn't be a problem. Coming for a shower?"
I forgot all the worries of the day as I helped Gaz to take his shirt off. I ran my hands over his shoulders. They were quite tight.
"You feel a bit tense babe." I said, kissing his neck.
"Really, probably jumping around in the rehearsal."
"Like a massage?"
"That would be so cool. Thanks." He replied.
"Take your jeans off and lie on your stomach on the bed." I instructed. As he did as he was told I stripped to my boxers and looked for some oil around the room. Here I was defeated, but there was some hand cream in the bathroom, Hilton courtesy hand cream. It would do I guess.
Gaz was led face down on the bed, his head on the pillow, looking towards the bathroom door as I returned.
"Best I can do." I said holding up the hand cream.
"Ok."
I knelt by the side of Gaz on the bed. "Try to relax babe." I said and opened the hand cream placing a large dollop on my hand and rubbing it across my palms. I placed my hands on Gaz's shoulders. They were freckly and the skin felt soft and smooth. I rubbed outward from his neck to his shoulders, making a loop and then repeating the stroke. The cream allowed my hands to move smoothly, but the smell was quiet powerful and not very becoming.
I felt Gaz begin to relax his muscles on the fourth loop. He sighed a little. I moved to straddle him, my weight on my knees, while I centered myself just behind where his bum met the top of his strong, hairy, legs.
"How's that?" I asked
"That's so good." He said quietly, "don't stop." I began to trace down his spine and then back up his flanks and back to the middle of his back just below his neck. I had no real experience of this apart from a brief 5 minutes with Mark. But it seemed to be working. Gaz began to breathe less deeply and I could feel the tension in him seep away.
My hands began to roam across his back more freely. I put a little more cream on my hands as they were becoming dry. Gaz shuddered a little as the new cold cream touched his back and then relaxed again. He purred a little as my hands pushed the skin on his back up towards his shoulders.
"That's so nice Sam." He said.
"Good, you were tense. What brought that on."? I asked as I made small circles with my fingertips around his shoulder blades.
"Dunno really." He replied. "Working, excited by the tour? Something."
But this was the first time I had seen him like this. I wondered if it was something to do with this morning and him thinking about how being Gay was going to affect his career. Was I being paranoid? I didn't know. For now I wanted to put it out of my mind.
I placed my hands on the small of Gaz's back, just above the waist band of his boxers. He had lots of short black hair in the small of his back and I began to smooth it into a herringbone pattern. When I had finished the lure of Gaz's arse was just too much.
I had been looking down at the way his buns filled his boxers. The material was pulled tight over them and they were warm and firm. My hands dived under the waistband and began to massage the skin at the top of his arse. Gaz shifted his weight to show me he wanted his boxers moved and so I pulled them down so the waistband was just at the top of his legs giving me total access to his defined arse.
My hands molded his arse, moving around and down. My fingers traced along the top of each of his cheeks from top to bottom and then back up closer to his crack. Finally I ran my index fingers inside the sides of his arse crack and as I began to retrace my path Gaz pushed up off the bed.
"Sorry babe." He said "far too nice, and I would like to wait before I blow my wad again." He laughed and turned over to reveal a huge hard on. His foreskin was almost impossible to see his dick was so hard and rampant.
"Well I see I had an effect then." I laughed back.
"Shower and Dali darling" Gaz sat upright with his legs beneath me and faced me. "Thanks for that, it was great, but the relaxing part was soon overtaken by the exciting part." He put his arms around me and kissed me, holding me close and letting me feel both the heat of his body and the depth of his love. It was so satisfying
"Come on, let's shower. I want to see what Dali has to offer." Gaz said, pushing me backwards so I fell back onto my heels. He pulled away as I rocked back and got off the bed, stepping out of his boxers grabbing my hand to pull me up.
We went to the shower. I took Gaz's, still rampant, tool in my hand, but he pushed me away.
"Babe, I don't want to risk coming. I want to save it."
"That's a good reason." I said and moved my hands to his chest. I fully intended to get fucked tonight and I didn't want to spoil it by losing Gareth's load too soon.
We washed, quickly for us and dressed into some smart stuff. Gareth picked out the clothes and I was so impressed with it I stood and looked in the mirror. Although not exactly the same we both had some sleek white trousers and very light coloured shirts with a white lines pattern that you needed to look at very carefully to see. The leather jackets were probably more than the weather warranted, but their black stood out sharply against the clothes and made a fantastic image.
I was truly impressed.
"You look so cool in that." Gareth said as he looked over my shoulder into the large mirror.
"Thanks babe." I held and squeezed his hand and he squeezed mine back. "Let's go" Gaz put on a Nike baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses; I wasn't convinced he wouldn't be recognized. I'd recognize that arse anywhere.
We left the hotel by the side entrance, just in case, and walked across the main road and down to the river. Gaz had not been out like this before and so I took him down past the Melbourne Cricket Ground and past the Rod Laver Arena, the venue for his first concert.
"Shit it's huge." He said as we stood on the footbridge overlooking the site.
"Yeah, you will do well to fill it." I said.
"Ah no problem." He said. And I believed him.
We walked down to the river and then along it until we got to Federation Square. The riverbank was wide and there were a lot of people enjoying the peaceful environment.
I felt the urge to hold Gareth's hand as we walked, but knew I couldn't. But it was a nice walk nonetheless and we exchanged knowing looks every few moments.
We crossed the river and walked down the steps by the Concert Hall to the `Southbank'. The area was very busy as many people walked between the large shopping area and the river. The paved area between the two was about 30 yards wide. There were a number of street performers competing for attention and a number of jetties where boat trips along the river could be taken.
It was a carnival atmosphere, buzzing with activity and fun. We looked around a little and then headed into the first entrance to the building where the Dali exhibition was housed.
We got lost for a little while. The building was full of shops, but no sign of the exhibition. We wandered around, then realised that we needed to go upwards, having found a map on the ground floor. Eventually we got to the very top of the building and the exhibition.
"Looks pretty small. Gareth said.
"Yeah, but we're here now." I said.
"Okay." He replied and we went in. Gareth paid the entry fee and we received our tickets and a guide.
Immediately next to the entrance was a set of photographs, all taken of or by Dali. We scanned them and I was not impressed. `Hardly art' I thought.
We went around the corner and my entire perception changed. On the wall were a set of pictures, to the left a set of sculptures, one in bright coloured, but light conducting blocks, in the centre of the room ahead a huge sculpture of an elephant with long spindly legs and on the far wall large pictures that drew your attention by their bold colours.
I didn't know where to look first.
"Wow." Gaz said under his breath.
"It's stunning" I replied. "Let's look here first." I pulled him towards the sculptures, taking his hand. Gaz didn't resist, but as soon as we realised we quickly released our grip.
We looked at the sculptures, and then moved to some pictures. They were mainly prints, which was a bit disappointing, but there were so many of them. We moved into the centre of a large room, with sculptures in the centre and prints all around. I was drawn to some brightly coloured prints on the far wall, Dali's `Romeo and Juliet.
"They are in the wrong order aren't they?" Gaz said. I looked carefully at them. The form of the figures was not defined, but the colours were stunning. He was right the eight scenes did not follow the sequence of the story.
"Yeah, wrong order." I confirmed. "How embarrassing."
We moved slowly through the gallery, which was much bigger than I had expected from the small entrance. There must have been three hundred works in the exhibition.
Dali clearly liked to draw a variety of repeating themes. One was the elephant with long legs, another a melting clock (to show that time was not an absolute apparently) but the most common was sex. He drew a variety of weird characters with huge genitalia. It would offend many I was sure.
We observed the prints closely, often together, sometimes moving apart and then calling the other to look at what we had discovered. As we slowly moved around I saw two other people who were doing the same thing as us. The contrast between our behaviour made a striking impression on me.
They moved closely together. They were a straight couple; he was handsome, with short black hair, clean-shaven, but with a sexy, sparse, 5 o'clock shadow and a clean and bright complextion. She had long brown hair, and was very slim. I liked the way he looked a lot, but stopped myself thinking anymore as I looked at Gareth and saw his beauty put the other boy in the shade.
It was the way they behaved. They clung to each other. Giggled a little in front of the more lude prints. They held and stroked each other quietly, never moving apart.
There was absolutely nothing offensive about their behaviour. Nothing that anyone would say was inappropriate for a public place. They were a young couple, about our age, who were in love and out on a date. The affection and bond between them was so obvious it was a delight to see.
How I wished I could go around the exhibition with Gareth like that. To be so close, to enjoy the experience as the young couple were doing. To show the world how much in love we were. I felt the pain of this morning return. I began to think about how we would never be able to behave like them because Gaz could not be seen like it. Yet I so wanted to walk around with my arm around Gareth's waist like she had her arm around his and have my head close enough for us to whisper our comments to each other.
It began to spoil my enjoyment of the exhibition, and I tried to steer Gareth away from them so I didn't have to watch and get more morose. I was generally unsuccessful in my attempt as we were moving through the exhibition, just like the young couple. They were a delight and an agony at the same time.
Eventually we reached the end of the exhibition and entered a large, light, room with items for sale. There were prints and miniature sculptures of Dali's work. Gaz loved the melting clock and thought some of the prints were cool too. They didn't sell a copy of my favourite prints, the Romeo and Juliet set.
After we had looked around at all that was on offer Gareth went to the desk and asked for a glass sculpture of the melting clock. It was draped over a bar and was an elongated oval shape, thin in the middle where it was stretching. It was in a translucent blue. It was stunning. Gareth talked to the assistant while I leafed through the poster rack in search of a Romeo and Juliet print there.
"Okay they are going to deliver." Gareth said, "To my flat in London. Safer than me carrying it around."
"Yeah. Probably very fragile." I replied.
"Is it time to eat?" he asked
"Yes, we should go. It's not far."
We left the exhibition and it took us longer to get out of the building and on to the pavement than to walk from there to the restaurant.
We had an excellent meal. The restaurant was very efficient and friendly. We sat outside in the warm evening sunshine. Gareth took the seat with his back to the passers-by, just in case. Our conversation was about two things only, did this or that dish have cheese in it, to avoid Gareth's allergy to it, and then we moved onto the stunning Dali exhibition.
Gareth was very excited by the exhibition. He had never seen anything like it, and knew little about Surrealism. He had liked what he had seen. It was intense to be there with him and see his intellectual enthusiasm bubble over. It showed the complex and cultured side of his personality and his fundamental intellect. I began to suspect that one of the things he liked about me was my academic background, and his desire to be more than just a singer. We talked about what Dali was trying to do and say and how his various works related to each other. That took the entire meal.
We returned to the hotel via the main streets rather than along the river, as it was quite dark by that time. It was about quarter to eleven when we got back.
Gareth checked his phone for messages and as I drank a couple of glasses of water to balance the half a bottle of wine and bottle of Carlton lager I had had at dinner.
"We have an early start again I'm afraid." Gareth said, knowing I hated early starts. "Steve says 6am pick up."
"Shit. Still better than being left behind." I said, resigned to it.
"Shall we go to bed now then?" Gaz asked, and gave me that wide-eyed innocent look as he removed his jacket.
"Yes. Let's." We went to the bedroom and began to undress silently. We had sort of come to arrangement about sides without saying anything, me to the left, Gaz to the right.
I slipped naked into the bed, my dick already half erect at the sight of Gareth naked and folding clothes neatly away.
He joined me and placed his strong arm around me so I could rest my head on his chest. I placed my hand across him and felt the firm muscles of his pec's and the brush of his chest hair. He felt warm and comfortable and we just lay there.
My thoughts turned to the couple at the exhibition. "Did you notice that young couple at the exhibition?" I asked.
"Yeah. They were all over each other weren't they? He was cute too" he said laughing
"I was jealous of them." I said in a sudden burst of honesty.
"Why?"
"Because I can never walk around in public with you like that."
"Oh babe. Please don't think like that. Just because we can't be open in public doesn't mean I don't love you." He paused. "I love you more than anything else in the world. I'd do anything for you." He squeezed me a little and kissed my forehead. "And I don't think a gay couple can behave like they did anyway. Just wouldn't be accepted."
He had a point there. And the depth of his feeling was so clear from his words and touch. My doubts subsided and I moved so kiss him. Our tongues met, brushing against each other, playing with each other and finally we locked together in a passionate and loving kiss.
"Gareth, please take me. Make love to me." I almost pleaded. More than anything right now I wanted to feel him hold me, control me and love me. I was overcome by the desire to submit to his masculinity.
Gaz brushed his hand over my hair. "Of course darling." Was all he said.
Once again we kissed as Gareth caressed my chest, playing with my nipples and tweaking them a little and then giggling as I winced a bit in pleasure and pain. My cock was rock hard and as my hand traveled down his stomach I found his to be bolt upright and oozing pre-cum. I began to move my head towards his delicious cock, but he stopped me.
"No babe. Let me." And with that he pushed me flat on the bed and began to stroke my dick lightly with his hand. Quickly he replaced his hand with his mouth and he began to suck. His technique was now better than ever. He never ran his teeth over the skin and he enclosed my dick fully. His motion drew me into him as his head drew back and forth; I began to move my hips in time as Gaz took me deeper and deeper.
For the first time I felt my dick reach the back of his throat. He pulled off a little, and then took it again as far back as he could. I was sure he was trying to swallow me! After a few more strokes, he pulled back and concentrated on the head, wrapping his tongue around it and making me feel like I was on the edge of coming. Sensing my precarious position he stopped and reached for the lube.
Towering over me he eased me onto my side and placed a dollop of lube on my hole and then some more on his finger. Looking down at me he worked his finger into my crack and up my eager hole. I looked up at him, his manly chest, a little wet with sweat. I wanted him so much; my arsehole was almost quivering on its own. His fingers worked in and out as his free hand held my left leg high.
"Gaz, I'm ready babe...please." I said impatient to feel his love deep inside me. He reached for a condom and ripped open the packet with his teeth. I repositioned myself so my head lay on a pillow and drew both my legs up to my chest. Gaz placed some lube on his dick and then positioned himself below me.
"Ok babe" he asked.
"Yeah."
Gareth pulled me up onto the top of his thighs and placed the head of his cock at my hole. Slowly he pressed forward, stretching my muscle and making me squirm with pleasure. My legs came to rest on Gareth's shoulders as he slowly penetrated me, letting me relax as he pushed past my sphincter and then ... oh wow, he pushed all the way in a quick, smooth stroke. I whimpered with delight, breathing in sharply then feeling the breath leave me as my whole body pushed up the bed with his thrust.
Gareth held himself as deep inside me as he could possibly get. His eyes were shut, a wide, toothless, smile on his face. His eyes opened and he licked his lips.
"I'm coming down to you." He said and began to lean forward. I let my legs drop; he moved his arms in turn allowing my legs to wrap around him. He kissed me deeply and began to move slowly, drawing his dick out and then in slowly, so slowly. I felt the sweat break out all over my body as he thrilled me with his tongue, and filled me with his manhood.
We began to work together, I pushed as he did and we maintained an exquisite, slow rhythm. My hands roamed his back; his lips roamed my face and neck, returning to my lips time and again. I thought I was going to explode with pleasure, my dick was brick hard and Gaz was so close to me his body rubbed across it with each thrust.
Gradually the pace increased. Gareth's breathing became faster and we stopped kissing for as long, just short flicks of the tongue and pecks as we worked ourselves into a frenzy.
I was getting close, so close and Gareth had shut his eyes again. My hands played over his back, holding him, feeling his excitement and love. He seemed to be swelling and filling me more, the strokes were frantic now, short and quick.
"God Gaz, you're fantastic. I whispered.
"I love you so much." He replied and as he did so went taught and began to pulsate as he came in five, six, seven, pulses. I found it irresistible, and as I began my own orgasm found Gareth's hand on my cock, helping me to climax. Spunk flew across my chest and hit my shoulder and face. It was another intense orgasm; the sort I never knew existed as a bottom before I met Gareth.