What a surprise I got when I did so, for there, on the opposite side of the road was Bruno! Standing there with a big smile on his face as I walked over towards him and was enveloped in his big bear hug as he welcomed me back into the land of the living. There were tears in his eyes when he released me and I think he had wanted to kiss me but with another man sitting in the driving seat of the waiting car, he didn't. He ushered me into the back seat before getting in himself.
You don't know just how happy I am at seeing you again,' he gushed, holding my hand as the car drove off. I've been counting the days since I heard when you were being released. I hired this car so that you wouldn't have that lonely walk to the station.' There was more and it took a little while before I was able to get a word in edgeways.
It was a surprise and a happy one at seeing you there waiting for me,' I said. Have you missed me so much then?' I asked as I put my hand down onto his crotch and felt him start to rise up immediately at my touch.
`You don't know how much,' he said, but I did in feeling his cock get really hard inside his trousers. So it was a parting from one love and straight back with another, so I was quite happy just to be outside watching things that I'd almost forgotten about as he rambled on.
The car took us into London and into a not very good area and finally pulled up in a courtyard type of place that was surrounded by high rise flats. The whole place looked filthy. It was so bad a looking place that I'm not even going to tell you exactly where it was.
We got out of the car, him thanking the driver and led me up to the third floor of one of these buildings and stopped at the third door along a filthy balcony. We went inside and it was very dingy and not as clean as the cell I had left. It had a small sitting room that seemed cramped with what little furniture it had. The kitchen wasn't really big enough for two people to be inside at the same time. The bathroom that also had the toilet was the same and I wondered how he ever fitted in that small bath with his size. There was only the one bedroom which was smaller than the sitting room and the bed almost filled it and clothes had to be hung on pegs on the wall.
`How long have you been living in this dump?' I asked, thinking of how much better my home was compared to this.
`Yes, it's bad isn't it. Ever since I came out. The Social worker brought me here and as they are paying the rent, there's nowhere else to go.'
`Are you working?' I asked.
`Not at the moment. I've had about six or seven jobs, but they didn't last. I was always getting sacked for one reason or another. I can't seem to get the hang of the way they wanted things done. I've tried to get jobs gardening, which I know I can do best, but once they know I've got a prison record, don't take me on,' he said, looking quite crestfallen and a bit ashamed at having to say this. Seeing his face and the state of the place he had to live in, brought my house back to mind and that I had a huge garden as well as plenty of ground and no gardener since Tom left. The place must be in a right state now with not having a housekeeper any more either. So I decided there and then that he would be coming to live with me.
Since being out, he'd learned to cook and he turned out quite a good meal for our dinner. Though we ate it, we both knew that it was more than food that we wanted and so it was soon finished, and leaving the washing up, we went into his bedroom.
We had had a brief kiss on entering the flat, but now it was a more serious one as we held each tight and really kissed each other before quickly getting our clothes off and getting onto the bed. We both were sporting erections that swayed and bounced about as we got on and in a trice, we were in the sixty nine position sucking away at each other.
What pleasure it was to once again have the head of his cock back in my mouth and mine in his, sucking and chewing away. But such was his need, he came well before me, filling me once again with his sperm which I ran round my mouth to savour the taste before swallowing it. It was only after doing this did I come and let him taste me again as I still carried on sucking on him. With us both licked clean it was back to cuddling each other, me being almost lost in his arms which were as big as ever. As we lay there kissing and stroking each other, he told me of the jobs he'd tried and I told him about Brian and that now he was a good gardener as well as a good cocksucker and a delightful fuck. He had chuckled when I told him of how I trained him up in the same way that he had done to me when I first entered his cell. But sucking and fucking another man and having the same done to me was now my way of life, being a homosexual. Though I don't think I would turn down having a woman now and then.
We were soon rampant again and he begged me to fuck him first as I had been the last one to do so and it had been three long years without having another man up behind and inside him. He gurgled and crooned when I entered him and tried to make my fucking of his backside last as long as I could. As I was fucking him bare back, he cried out when he felt my sperm hit his insides and constantly flexed his muscle to try and squeeze more out of me. He gave me many kisses after pulling out and it took a bit of effort to free myself to go and wash my cock.
Then it was my turn to let him see my rear end and shove his lovely erect organ back up inside me once again. He was full of joyous noises as he entered me and pulled me tight up to his thighs. Such was his gusto in ramming himself inside me, I felt his balls keep smacking the lower cheeks of my bum with every forward thrust. He also couldn't stop saying at how tight I was and that it was really giving him pleasure to once again be fucking me. Well I liked having him do it too, grunting at his forceful movements behind me, but such was his need, he soon came, splattering my inside canal with his semen.
Such were his forceful efforts that he had almost exhausted himself and leaned heavily on my back when he'd finished coming inside me, so much so was his weight that it forced me down onto the bed. But it was nice lying in this prone position with his weight fully on me and his cock still throbbing away inside.
It took him time to recover and slowly ease himself up, making his wilting organ slip out of me to my groan of dismay at having it pulled out. He staggered off to the bathroom to wash himself but was soon back for us to kiss before we fell asleep.
At breakfast, after having yet another session of fucking each other, I asked if he would like to come and live in my house. And after describing the place, especially the size of the garden, was only too eager to join me, in not only living and working with me, but us still having sex together like the old days in prison. Only this time we were out of prison and doing it of our own free will.
We didn't do the washing up. Him saying that the next person or cleaners could see to all that as he packed a suitcase with all that he wanted to take. He was really glad to move out and shut the door of that flat for the last time and we went to find a car hire firm. This didn't take long and we had the driver stop off for Bruno to give over the keys to the flat to his Social worker before we left London to drive us to my home.
I must say that the grounds looked in a sorry state after just over a year's neglect, but it wouldn't take long to put right. I had already paid the driver's firm for the hire, using almost all of the money I had got on leaving prison, so he left us to go inside the house. Bruno had exclaimed at how big it looked and was happy that there wasn't another house in sight.
On entering, you could smell the mustiness of the insides with having all the windows and doors closed for over a year, but I would soon change that. It was only just approaching the afternoon but we forsook having lunch as the priority first was to get the kitchen cleaned up and the bedroom we would be sleeping in. We opened all the windows first before Bruno started on the kitchen while I took on the task of seeing to the bedroom.
I decided not to have my old room but the one that my parents had slept in. It was bigger and lighter and it had a nice big bed there. I stripped the bed of its linen before cleaning up the room after finding fresh linen that had to be hung out in the garden for airing. With the room finally clean, I remade the bed before going down to see how Bruno had got on with the kitchen. It was a damn better sight now than it had been. He had washed down the walls, windows and floor as well as all the surfaces and even the inside of the cooker. The place was now fit to cook and eat in. We had bought some food on the way home which would suffice for a couple of days before having to shop in the village.
So we both mucked in getting our dinner cooked and this time, we washed up after the meal before taking him up to what would be our room. He was as happy as a pig in shit at now coming to live in my home and having a bedroom with its lovely bed, bigger than the place he had lived in for the past three years since leaving prison.
It was a glorious night of sex in our new bed and it was only exhaustion that made us fall asleep. How lovely to wake up in a big bed and not a bunk and find another body lying by your side, one that had a massive erection that was so beautiful to hold before rubbing it and going down and sucking on. Then after savouring the emission got from said cock, to spread oneself out with your legs wide open to have your erect cock head taken into a hot mouth to be sucked and teased until you came.
This was life!
The first task after breakfast was to see if the old Bentley would run but found that there was no chance of driving it as three of the tyres had perished. I went into the study and to my secret hiding place to find that the money I had stashed away was still there. Taking out a few hundred pounds, walked down to the village to the garage to arrange for them to get someone to see and get it back on the road again. This they agreed to start that day as they didn't have much work on and with that put in hand, called upon my bank to let them know I was back and asked for a favour in them to contact the telephone people to reconnect me. I was also able to use their phone to let my solicitor in town know that I was back at home and promised to call upon him in a few days time.
I also bought some fresh milk on the way back to find that the garage men were already there getting the car out and onto a carrier. Bruno also had been working and the lounge was now fit for use. He'd even found some soap powder and had the curtains already in the washing machine.
I had also got the garage man to look over the Land Rover and he came in to tell me that it was okay for a short while but wouldn't last long without new tyres and an oil change. This I agreed with and said that I would bring it down the following day for a service. But I could use it in the meantime as he had got it going and the engine was running at the moment to get some juice in the battery.
I left it till after lunch and then took Bruno out for a ride over our land and he said that he was now a very happy man to be able to live out here, loving the space and be with the person he had come to love and be loved by.
With him re-declaring his love for me gave me a hard on and so I stopped the vehicle out in the middle of a large lush green grass field where we got out and took our clothes off and rolled about in the sweet smelling grass before going down on each other at the same time. It was lovely being naked and having sex out in the open air, taking our pleasure with the sun on us and being cooled by a light breeze. We decided then to have sex outside more often but carry condoms with us to complete our sexual union by going the whole way instead of only sucking on each other.
We later inspected the garden's vegetable patch to see the sorry state it was now in though Bruno said it wouldn't take long to get it back in order and looking good again. He was right, for after the cleaning of the house first, we started on the garden and within three months, it was almost looking like it used to be. But not only was it vegetables he started growing, but flowers too, for he said that they would brighten the gardens up as well as being decoration inside the house. For being such a hulking brute of a man that he was, he still had quite a big streak of feminity inside him with having touches like his comment on the flowers.
Our days were long in getting all this done but the nights we had together made it all worthwhile and the sex that we had together got even better than it had been before.
With both vehicles back and really roadworthy, we would go into town about once a month to buy what the village didn't sell, me having seen my solicitor and got things straightened out with my returning.
Though I had mourned the loss of Mavis and Morris in the process of our last raid, I didn't have any regrets of being sent to prison, for I had found love there, albeit male love, but it is the heart that dictates who you finish up loving, not the mind.
That autumn we collected enough logs in the Land Rover to see us through the winter and they were lovely nights sitting in front of the log fire in the lounge and sometimes even having sex in front of it on the sheepskin rug. We were happy together and that is what I called living. We had three years of this love and sex before Bruno suddenly died of a heart attack.
My world collapsed when I found him lying out in the garden one afternoon. I had just made some tea and went out to call him in and found him lying on his back, his eyes staring vacantly up towards the sky.
It was a strangled cry that I had given out and fell down beside him, and tried to revive him, but failed. Oh how I sat down next to his body and cried. My heart felt as though it had been torn from my body as I sat and looked at the huge man that I had loved, the tears running down my face. I don't know how long I sat there but finally came to terms that I had lost him. Lost him without our saying goodbye to each other, missing out on that last kiss which would have been a sweet bitter memory of the man that I had loved.
I must have aged years that afternoon sitting there, for I felt so weary when I got up and slowly walked into the house to phone for an ambulance and went back to sit beside him till it came. When it did arrive, it wasn't long before one of the medics told me that he was dead. I nearly went and throttled the man for such a banal statement when it was plain to see that he was in fact dead, but to say such an obvious thing almost made me commit murder.
They took his body off to the mortuary in the town for an autopsy and I was now left all alone in my big house. I would give a start at every little noise, thinking it was him moving about and I'm sure that his ghost was there with me all the time. I say this because I kept seeing him as he had been, loving the look of love that shone in his eyes every time he saw me.
That night was the first time I ever got drunk, for I woke up lying on the floor in the lounge with a massive headache from the alcohol I had drunk during the lonely evening by myself. How I got through those first few days without him, I don't know, nor can I say what I did during this time. I must have at some time told my solicitor of Bruno's passing for he phoned me to say that the autopsy had shown it was a heart attack and that the body could be released for burial. I then asked him to see to the details as I would be unable to do so myself and as he knew that we cohabited, could understand why.
I nearly cried out in anger that a man such as him should be leaving the world with only having three people there to see him laid to rest. There only being one mourner there, that being me. The solicitor was only there because of me and not Bruno and the vicar because it was him saying the usual prayer at such an event. It made me wonder at how many people would mourn for me when I was buried, a thought that I would not have one was so depressing that after I thanked both my solicitor and the vicar, I went home and got drunk for the second time.
I moped about for several weeks, only doing what I had to do to stay alive, such as eating, staying off the booze because of the hangovers I had suffered. No gardening was done, neither was any housework. It was three weeks before I even changed the bed sheets, that was because they still contained the smell of him that had once laid beside me. I even went as far as sniffing the few stains of semen on the bottom sheet as well as licking them before all had disappeared and it was time to put fresh ones on. Some nights I would put two pillows lengthwise on the bed and lay on top of them and move myself on the bed as I hugged them to my chest, making myself come on the sheet in the false dream that I was fucking my love. But I was not getting fucked and that was what hurt as much as not being able to fuck anyone.
It was this last thought that turned my mind to Brian. My other love who was still in prison and wondered when he was due for release. It was this that brought me out of my lethargy to phone the prison to enquire as to when they thought he would be let out.
I was told that his sentence was at present being reviewed and that if I phoned back in about two weeks time, they may have the information as to the date of release if it should be granted. In the hope that it would be in the near future, set about cleaning the house and grounds up in the off chance that I could get him to come and live with me and relieve the tension that was building up inside me.
The time dragged by so slowly but I managed to last out and phoned the prison again with the same request.