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CHAPTER 3

The kitchen and bathroom had tiled floors so I just had to sort out the lounge and bedroom. A quick stop at the local carpet shop and I had ordered a dark red carpet for the bedroom and a speckled brown carpet for the lounge. The carpet layer would come Friday evening, and I had to get off work early.

I arrived home on the Friday with the carpet-layer already unloading. The carpets were leaning against the door to the flat and he was getting his tools from the van. He looked to be in his early forties, ginger, tall and reasonably fit. I opened up and told him I would get changed in the bedroom. I did not shut the door. I stripped and hung about waiting to see if he would come in but he did not so I got dressed. Damn.

I spent a pleasant couple of hours talking to him and making tea. He even took his shirt off at one point, but there was absolutely no sign of any sexual interest.

"Another straight man" I though "Oh well"

Finally, the carpets were laid and the door strips completed. A really nice bit was that the first three feet of carpet near the front door were a tough doormat type material. The salesman had suggested it and I had been a bit skeptical, but now I thought it looked good.

I shook hands with the carpet-layer as he left. It was his last chance to make any kind of advance, but no he, left me horny and frustrated.

"What can I do with my new flat" I thought. "First thing I'll do is I'll have a takeaway and a drink".

I phoned the pizza shop again and ordered a pepperoni, and I opened a bottle of wine. By the time the doorbell went, I was on my second glass.

"Did you order a Pizza" Said the pizza boy.

It was the same guy as before and he looked a lot better now, but still pale.

"Poor guy" I thought "better let him get on"

I paid for the pizza and again gave him a tip

"Gonna time you next time" I said smiling

"Oh" he said, and turned to leave. Either he had no sense of humour or he was thinking about something else more important.

"Right" I said to myself, as I shut the door "Once I've eaten my pizza I'm gonna call that courier again. Since I've apparently lost the knack of seducing guys I better christen the new flat with him. OMG I don't even know his name!"

I went into the kitchen and got a knife and fork and a plate. Then I picked up the card and looked at the name. His name was Rex.

"Oh My God" I said "That is really sexy"

I felt myself getting hard at the thought of his name. I was smitten. I could not wait to finish the pizza.

"Hello is Rex there?" I said after dialing his number.

"Speaking, who is this?" He said. I could hear a dog bark in the background

"I'm Justin" I said "You delivered a computer to me a couple of days ago"

"I remember you Justin" He said "I'm glad you rang. I don't usually leave a contact number. But I like you so I made an exception. I thought you liked me too. I was beginning to think I was mistaken".

"Would you like to meet up?" I asked

"Always in a hurry" He said "Yes I'd love to. I'd like to meet at a pub or restaurant first for lunch. It'll give us a chance to get to know each other. Do you like plays, or the cinema? Maybe we can do something afterwards?"

"That would be nice" I said "I was thinking more about you coming here and we mess about some more"

"No" He said "I won't mess about. If you want to meet again we make friends first and if we want to after that maybe we go to bed"

"OK" I said "I suppose you're right. But I'm always horny"

"Good" He said "Here's a test then. I'll meet you on Sunday at midday at your flat and we'll go for lunch. But you mustn't touch your cock between now and then. If you do, I will go away again and never see you again. Do you understand?"

"Wow" I said "That's asking a lot for a quick fuck"

"Maybe you don't get it yet?" Said Rex. His voice sounded annoyed. "This isn't about a quick fuck. If that's all you want I'm not interested. If you want us to get to know each other and take it a step further, you must follow my instructions"

"OK" I said "I'll do it but you better be worth it"

He sighed down the phone "See you on Sunday Justin" He said and put the phone down.

"What the fuck have I just agreed to?" I said to myself "And what the fuck do I do with this?"

I could feel my hard cock pressing on the cotton of my underwear, and wanted to massage it, but I changed my mind and filled my glass again.

I finished the Pizza and went to my computer to search on the internet.

"If Rex wants to do something after lunch I'd better think up something good. A play or the cinema is a no go. I want something he'll remember me by. I know" I said to myself "What shall we search for?"

I typed "120 miles an hour" and found what I was looking for on page four.

#

I decided I had to get out. I went to the bedroom and showered, and changed into a blue t-shirt and tan pants. A hoodie, black with blue seams, open at the front and my blue converse plimsolls finished it off. I looked in the mirror.

"Looking good Justin. Love the nails" I said to myself

I took a fifteen minute walk to the nearest gay bar. Gay bar is a bit of an exaggeration. It was gay-friendly. In other words, straight but gays would be served without getting beaten up.

I asked for a pint of bitter and sat on a bar stool to one end of the bar. Everything changes in a year. I could not see anyone I knew. The time passed and a couple of guys came in that were obviously gay, but nothing exciting. Then one of the gay guys went to the loo, and glanced at me just before he opened the door. "Maybe I'm in luck after all" I thought and followed him after a few seconds. He was standing at the urinal behind the door. His cock hard in his hand. He was wanking openly. I unzipped, but he slapped my hand away and took my cock out himself. He started stroking it, until it got hard. Then the door opened and the second gay guy walked in. He stood the other side of me and he too unzipped and took out his cock. He reached over and felt my bum. The other guy carried on playing with my cock.

"If they carry on like this I'm gonna cum" I thought.

The door opened again and a huge guy covered in tattoos walked in and stood at the other end of the urinal. The two gay guys zipped up and left. I was embarrassed. I grabbed my underpants at the side of my cock, and pulled them up to conceal my boner. My boner hit my tummy with a plop. I zipped up and went to wash his hands. Before I had finished the tattooed man came over.

"There was no need for them to leave" He whispered in my ear and winked at me in the mirror. "You have a nice cock" He said as he left "If you ever want to play..."

I returned to the bar, but the two gay guys and the tattooed guy had left. By half passed ten I was getting drunk and rather bored. A middle-aged guy, maybe 50 or so, walked in and stood by me at the bar. He was quite distinguished and I was attracted to him immediately. He ordered a pint and I finished my drink and placed it on the bar. I looked at the time on the clock above the bar and stood upright.

"Can I get you another one before you go?" He said

I looked at him, making the calculation.

"OK" I said "I was gonna go, but if you wanna join me that's good too".

"What are you drinking? Same again?" He asked

"Yes please" I said

The drinks came, he paid for them and he carried them both to a free table at the end of the pub. He placed the drinks on the table and sat down taking a good swig from his. He never once looked at me or asked me to join him. He was half way to the table before I followed.

"This is the second weird chap I've met" I thought "first the courier now this chap".

I sat next to him, but not too close.

"I thought you'd changed your mind" He said "What's your name?"

"Justin. Pleased to meet you. What's yours?" I said offering my hand.

"I'm Peter" He said, shaking it "you look like you have been stood up. Were you intending to meet someone tonight?"

"No" I said "I have a date for Sunday. I was bored and wanted a bit of excitement. Not sure why I came here".

"Hehe" he said "Not the most exciting venue on a Friday night. Who are you meeting on Sunday?"

"Oh just some guy I met during the week" I said. "He's a bit weird, but I kinda like him. I think"

"Should you be talking to me then, if you have a date with a new boyfriend?" He said

"Talking's OK" I said

"But no further?" He said

"I'm not sure" I said "That's the problem. I think I like this guy but I also want my freedom. I don't think I could give that up for just one man"

Peter stared at the ceiling for a while

"You don't give up freedom for one man. If you love him you won't want anyone else" He said more to himself than to me "Besides you'll find out sooner or later that having sex with anyone you meet isn't freedom, it's a trap that binds you to that way of life, a way of life that gets more and more difficult as you get older"

"Do you have a lover then?" I asked

"I did have. I lost him years ago" He said.

Tears came into his eyes. I was embarrassed.

"I'm sorry" I said

"No need" he said "Things change. He got older and I didn't. He could have chosen to live with me, but he wouldn't. Eventually he, er, left me"

"I don't understand" I said

"No. Well that's just as well. Come. You can have one last night of passion before you give up your freedom. I will ensure you keep your promise" He said standing up

"What?" I asked "What do you mean? Hey come back"

He did not look round. I followed him to the car park and he unlocked the car.

"Get in" He said

I got in still mystified.

"What did you mean in there? One last night of passion? I will keep my promise?" I said

"Nothing" He said "forget I said it. Are you ok coming home with me? I will understand if you want to get out".

"I'm here now" I said "Lets go".

After leaving the car park, the car sped off. I soon lost all sense of direction. After thirty minutes, we arrived at a large house in the country. It could have been anywhere. It had a semicircle drive and a place for two cars to park in front of the double garage on the left. I was impressed.

"Wow. You have done well for yourself" I said

"I have no use for money. It just comes and goes. This place is convenient, nothing more" He said

Peter led me to the front door and opened it. It felt like a haunted manor. No lights shone and the room to the right had loads of furniture covered in dustsheets. The room to the left looked like a library. Peter took my hand and led me in. He lit a couple of candles over the fireplace. Shadows formed and moved about the room like ghosts.

"Would you like a drink before we go to bed?" He asked

"Yes please - absinth" I said absently "or maybe whisky"

I was looking round the room astonished by the books and the pictures and the statues. Everywhere were images of youth and beauty, all male. I loved one statue in particular. Two young men, one behind the other. The man behind was holding the erect cock of the man in front. Not only was the subject sexy, the figures seemed to come alive, to be enjoying the moment.

"Is Caol Isla OK?" he said pouring a good measure, and breaking my reverie "A malt"

I nodded as I picked up another statue, in bronze with a beautiful patina, and looked at it closely, and then at Peter

"Is this you?" I asked.

"Yes it was" He said "That was a long time ago".

"It looks like there's a date on the bottom, I can't make it out - 17 something - maybe it's an edition number not a date?" I said

He walked across the room, took the statue off me and replaced it on its marble base on the shelf.

"We have better things to do than look at old tat" He said and led me by the hand to a huge sofa.

We sat side by side.

"You have one last chance to leave" He said "I'll drive you home if you want"

"No. I want to see how this pan's out" I said "I know I'm drunk and I don't understand half of what you are saying. I know you are very sincere about it and I don't think you want to hurt me. I want to see where it takes us".

"You are too trusting lad" He said "But in this case you are right, you can trust me. Tonight you will have passion beyond imagination, and I hope you'll learn that sex is not enough. What you really need is love not sex".

At that moment, the clock struck midnight. For almost a minute, the clock sounded the hour. Then silence.

We finished our drinks, Peter took my hand and together we walked silently up the steps to his bedroom.

#

The bedroom was magnificent. A four-poster with red velvet hangings stood at one end. A chest of drawers stood at the bottom of the bed and a couple of chairs each with a footstool near the wall. Two large mirrors in elaborate frames hung on the walls alongside the bed.

We stood facing each other and he put a finger to his lips.

"Not a sound" He mouthed

He led me to the bed and lay me out. He stood by the bed and removed his clothes one by one. His body was solid. Every muscle was defined. His cock erect pointed almost straight up his tummy. In the mirror, I could see his back just as defined each muscle slipping across its mate as he moved. At that moment, I felt as if I was in love with him. He was my universe and he was going to make love to me for the first time in my short life.

He knelt over me one knee to each side of my waist. He slowly and gently removed my clothing. He ripped the sleeves of my hoodie and my t-shirt so I did not need to move. Again a finger went to his lips to stop me panicking as he destroyed my clothes.

"Not a sound" He mouthed

He moved down my body. The belt went and he undid my trousers. Again, he ripped the cloth as of it was paper. I did not move a muscle while he stripped me. He moved down again. My blue converse plimsolls were last. He undid the laces and carefully placed them at the side of the bed.

He moved effortlessly back up my body until his legs were on each die of my chest. He lowered his cock and it slipped past my lips into my mouth. His cock tasted like nectar. I sucked him and raised my arms to feel the muscles in his back. My cock strained and I wanted to reach for it. Before I moved my hand, he had hold of my wrist in a grip of iron.

"Remember your promise" He mouthed.

No sound came out but I knew what he said and what he was referring to. He released my wrist and I carried on stroking the skin on his back and his arms. He removed his cock from my mouth and took it in hand. His balls were within reach so I moved my head to take them into my mouth in turn. He moved his hips even further forward and I licked between his balls and his hole.

After a while, he moved down my body. Only his cock touched my chest. He kissed me. Our tongues entwined for a long time. Then he moved further down my body. Our cocks collided as he reached to one side to take a nipple into my mouth.

I came without warning. I sprayed cum on our chests for ages. I had never come like that before. This time he moved his finger to my lips before carrying on down my body. He licked every last trace of cum from my body and finally arrived at my cock.

He licked it clean and then swallowed it. I was in exquisite agony. I had only just come and was still recovering. He kept me there for what seemed like a lifetime and eventually the agony subsided. My cock did not. I was still as hard now as I was when he laid me on the bed.

He lifted my legs, licked my balls and then down all the way to my hole. He rimmed me until I almost cried out in ecstasy. It felt as if his tongue went all the way in. He lifted his head and shoulders taking my legs with him. He held my wrists in his hands and slid his cock into my hole. I did not feel any pain at all. It just felt like I was filled and whole for the first time in my life.

Again, my cock erupted and sent cum over my head and all along my chest. For the next five minutes, he held my arms and licked every last atom of cum from me. His cock still filled me but never moved in my arse.

Then he began to fuck me. I could feel him moving inside me. I knew now what I had been missing all these years. I had always been the fucker never letting anyone fuck me. I was entranced. He massaged my prostate at every stroke, and my body shook. Faster and faster he moved. Then he took his cock out and replaced it. I felt empty and then full, time after time. I was almost at the point of no return when he stopped and moved back. He put his hands either side of my waist and before I knew what was going on I was on my front. He lowered himself down onto me, covering me with his beautiful body. His cock invaded my hole again, filling me completely. He started thrusting in time after time. I could see his body in the mirror as a silhouette. It was like obsidian, blacker than black. I could feel myself coming and his cock swelled in my bum.

As we came his mouth kissed my neck. I felt a nick and he bit down and my entire body erupted in an orgasm I had never felt possible. Every muscle in my body tensed I could not breathe, nor wanted to. I have no idea how long it lasted. Finally it passed. Peter was gone and the dawn peeped through the curtains. I lay there for an age. Finally dredging up the strength to turn over. Almost immediately, I fell asleep again.

I was awoken hours later by Peter.

"You have slept all day" He said "Here is some coffee"

"Thanks" I said taking the coffee.

"How do you feel?" He said.

"Wonderful" I said "what happened"

"Nothing" He said. "It was all in your mind"

"That was nothing?" I said

"Yes. I helped you see the difference between fucking and making love" He said

"You didn't fuck me then?" I said

"No I didn't touch you at all. You are still a virgin. Rex will take you tonight, and you will never be a virgin again" He said

"You know Rex?" I said

"No. We have never met. I'd love to. I know I'd like him" He said

"Then how...? I said

"In your dream I am a vampire" He said "I know your thoughts and your dreams. If you or Rex ever lose each other, you must find me again. Come, I have new clothes for you. I'll take you home".

We reached home at 22:30. Just a day since Peter appeared in the pub, but it seemed as if I had been gone a week. I opened the car door and got out. The car left immediately. I tried to look for the number plate but the car was gone before I could focus. I stood in the street for a full minute before I got the keys from my pocket, unlocked the door and went inside.

#

The next day I awoke early. I felt fantastic. Refreshed and ready to do anything. The flat was finally coming together. My only regret was that I wish I had not drunk that last pint on Friday. I do not know what that guy put in it, but I had the strangest dreams. Vampires and wet dreams. I must be losing my mind. But hey, it was great fun.

I cleaned the kitchen, and went to the shop for some stuff. I got a bottle of rum some coke, some absinth (my secret passion and vice). I looked for some whisky but could not find Caol Isla. I am not sure where the name came from but the lady at the checkout said I could get some at a more specialist shop. I also bought some vodka and some orange juice. I bought nibbles too and some steak and some roasting potatoes. I also bought cream (It will go in his coffee or even better over Rex's cock). Just in case. I managed to find the wine store and they had the whisky I wanted. Not cheap - why do I want this stuff and what is wrong with a supermarket own-label variety? I added a couple of bottles of wine.

Then back home. I arranged my newborn bar and helped myself to a whisky.

"WOW!!! That's nice" I said and poured another.

No time to waste though. I showered and looked through my clothes to find something to wear. The blue-t-shirt was back intact, and the blue converse plimsolls. Next to them, a red pair and a red t-shirt.

"OK if that's what I dreamt I suppose that's what I should wear" I said to myself.

I dressed exactly as I did on Friday, but this time in red instead of blue. I even found a second hoodie with red highlights.

"I can't believe it someone came in during the night and instead of nicking everything he has replaced my ripped clothed and left me a second set in red. He even got the shoe size right" I said. "I am going bonkers"

At 1 minute to midday, I was waiting by the door. I felt like a teenager waiting for my first date.

The second hand on my watch swept round to twelve o'clock and as it passed the zenith, the doorbell rang. I could hardly breathe. I opened the door.

"It looks like you have been expecting me" He said smiling and pointing at my crotch.

I looked down and there was a huge wet spot at the top of my leg. I bushed bright red, and covered it with my hand.

"Come in" I said desperately trying to recover my composure. "Sit down, can I offer you a drink?" I said.

"Yes. I'd love a coffee" He said. "Do you have any cream?"

"Yes I bought some especially for you" I said still blushing.

"I wondered if you would" He said smiling at me.

I disappeared into the kitchen and turned the kettle on.

"It'll have to be instant till I get my stuff out of storage?" I said

"That's OK" He said

I brought two glasses of coffee in and a tub of cream and a spoon.

"Can I do the honours?" he said

He took the spoon, stirred the coffee gently and dribbled cream over the spoon. Soon both coffees were coated with a white top, staying black underneath.

I sat on the sofa a foot away from him. I wanted to hug him, but I dare not.

"I kept my promise" I said "I think".

I described what had happened since Friday, about Peter, not about the close encounter with the two gay guys. When I finished he laughed.

"Rohypnol or vampires? I know which I'd put my money on" He said "Never mind you enjoyed yourself and it may have taught you a lesson"

"What would that be?" I said

"Never talk to strangers" He said "Now lunch. Where would you like to go? I know a lovely old pub called the Fish Inn. It's down by the river"

"I've heard of it. Yes that would be nice" I said

We left the flat and got in his Peugeot. It took about twenty minutes to find the pub. It was in an idyllic setting with a stream running down the bottom of the garden, and a large grassy area with tables for people to drink outside in summer. We went in and bought two pints.

"Would you like lunch?" He asked "They do baked potatoes and fantastic burgers"

"I'd love a cheeseburger with chips" I said "Can we sit outside?"

"No problem" He said turning to the barman "That's ok isn't it?"

"Yes. No problem" Said the barman taking his money "It'll be out shortly".

We sat on the grass above the river, watching the world go by. Rex had a wicked sense of humour. I liked him more and more as I got to know him better. He had two brothers and a sister he was very close to. He had recently left home and started working freelance for the courier company. His sister ran a dog beauty parlour and his parents and brothers ran a small hotel.

When the food came, we ate with gusto. Another couple had joined us a few feet away. They must have just met because they could not take their eyes off each other.

"Are we like that?" I asked

"Probably" Said Rex "It's difficult to say. I know I keep looking at your eyes and your ears. Did you know one is slightly higher then the other?"

"What! Eyes or ears?" I said "We have only just met and already you start complaining and pointing out my imperfections. You'll be telling me you wish my cock were two inches bigger soon"

"Yep, another inch would be nice, two would be perfect" He said "Just wait till you find out what's wrong with me"

We laughed and finished our pints.

"Do you want another or would you prefer a play or a film" Rex said

"What about jumping out of an airplane?" I asked, laughing at Rex's astonished look.

"OK. Do you know where to go? Will they take us up?" He said

"All arranged on the internet on Friday. We jump at four o'clock" I said "It has to be a tandem jump and I hope you are less than fifteen stone".

"Cool" said Rex "I'm surprised you didn't ask to go straight to bed"

"I hope we can" I said "But what you said makes sense. I like you too and I think a first date should be memorable".

"Have you jumped before" Rex asked

"Nope" I said "I hope it all works out, or it'll be a first date followed by a funeral".

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