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Resume:- Jonathan is a teenage English boy who has been having fun with his school friend Bob. This has now come out to both Bob's and Jonathan's parents. For Jonathan there has been a big argument, ending with his father giving him a black eye. Jonathan has fled to his room, but when his father followed some time later to apologise for hitting his son, the room was empty.
Jonathan Part 6
15th August 2008
Jonathan went upstairs two at a time. He threw himself onto his bed, and wept. His father had smacked him occasionally when he was a small boy, but had not laid hands on him for about ten years; and now his eye was painful where his father's fist had landed.
After several minutes he began to collect his thoughts, and realised just how much his eye was hurting. He got off the bed, and quietly made his way into the bathroom. He looked at his eye in a mirror, and already it was puffing up. He bathed it in cold water, which eased the pain slightly. After several applications he took a wet flannel and went back into his bedroom. He lay down on his bed and began to think.
The cat was now among the pigeons and the feathers were flying. His parents now knew all about the nature of his relationship with Robert. He had been open to them about where his sexual preferences lay. What did the future hold for him? His parents were totally hostile to any form of homosexuality. It had been drilled into them on regular occasions by Pastor Willis. His father had talked about getting him cured. As Jonathan thought that over he was not at all sure that he wanted to be cured. The full discovery of his sexual orientation earlier in the year, and his affair with Robert, had made him feel a more complete and fulfilled person than ever before. He thought that the whole experience had matured him as a person. But now it had all blown up in his face.
He thought about Robert, and the carelessness that had led to the discovery of the DVD. He wondered how much of it Robert's father had watched. The latter parts of it were very explicit, so no wonder Robert's father had been shocked. He'd always thought there was a risk involved, even when the DVD was hidden under the floorboards in Robert's bedroom cupboard. There were several minutes of anger towards Robert....But what had happened, however it had happened, had happened. 'It was no use crying over spilt milk', as Grandma Janice would have said, and being angry with Robert was not helping him solve his present predicament.
What was he to do? He could stay at home, and face everything and everyone. ... His father had said he intended to talk it over with Pastor Willis. Anti-clerical thoughts came into his mind because he had also picked up two years before that Bruce Perkins, the Anglican vicar of Whitgest, was every bit as homophobic as Pastor Willis. A session with Pastor Willis was not one he felt he could face. There would be others who would come into the know. The thought of Gramps, his grandfather Pridham, knowing, as his father had mentioned, was another hurdle he was not prepared to face. His grandfather had accepted his son, Kevin as gay, but accepting a grandson might well be different. Jonathan began to realise that staying at home was not where he wanted to be.
It is very difficult to think clearly when in a tight corner as Jonathan was that evening, but slowly a plan began to form in his mind. There is no doubt that there were a number of loose ends involved in what he decided to do.
There was an old back-pack tucked away on the top shelf on one of the cupboards in his bedroom. He reached up and got it down, and began to fill it with the things that he thought were essential. He had some money, and his cheque book. He took his passport that he had used on a school trip a year or two before. He filled it as full as possible with clean clothes.
When Jonathan was younger he had discovered that he could get out of his bedroom window, and clambering over the garage roof could get down into the garden. He had been forbidden to use it as an escape route when his father had found him making the final drop to the ground. He reckoned he could still make his exit that way.
He lowered the back-pack sack on to the garage roof, squeezed through the window, and pushed the window as closed to as he could. Then, with care, he clambered down into the garden, and began to make his way towards the railway station.
When Michael found Jonathan's bedroom empty he immediately went back downstairs again.
"His bedroom's empty!"
"It can't be. Perhaps he's in the bathroom," replied Lois.
They went back upstairs. They looked into the bathroom and saw that it was empty. They searched the upstairs of the house, looking into the bedrooms , including the rooms where Abigail and Thomas were fast asleep. There was still no Jonathan.
"He couldn't have got downstairs without us knowing, I'm sure," said Michael.
"I'll check the front and back doors." Lois went off downstairs, and was soon back. "There is no evidence that anyone has left the house." She looked into the bathroom. "His washing things have gone."
Michael looked on the chest of drawers in the bedroom. "His electric razor has gone too." He went over to the window, and saw that it was not fastened, and appeared to have been pushed closed. "I wonder if he got out by the window. He used to get out that way sometimes when he was younger." He lent out of the window. "There are some marks on the tiles that could have been made recently by someone getting out this way."
"I wonder where he has gone?"
"Normally we'd guess he'd gone round to Robert's; but not tonight with what has happened."
"I hope he's not doing something foolish. He must have left in a hurry, he's left his mobile phone behind. That goes everywhere with him."
They made their way back downstairs, and talked over various possibilities.
"Perhaps he's gone to Whitgest, to be with your father," suggested Lois.
"In which case he would've taken his bike. It is much too far to walk. I'll go and check." He was back very quickly. "His bike's still in the garage."
They spent about half an hour discussing various possibilities.
"He's got a key. He can get back in. Perhaps he's gone for a drink, or something. I don't think we need to be unduly worried unless he's not back in the morning."
"But he's taken clean clothes and his electric razor," said Lois. "I fear the worst."
They was a great deal of further discussion before they went off to bed; but neither of them had much sleep.
Jonathan caught the 22.14 train from Luton to King's Cross (Thames Link). As he sat on the train for the forty minute journey, he considered his position. He needed to find somewhere to sleep for the night. He knew his financial resources were limited, but thought he could manage to afford some cheap accommodation until he could find a job and get some income. Then a more immediate need began to make itself felt. He began to feel hungry. He hoped that he would be able to get something at the main line station. He got off the train and made his way out on to the street to walk the hundred yards or so from the Thames Link station.
He had only been to King's Cross station when it was thronged with people. At eleven o'clock the place seemed almost deserted. He looked round to see if anywhere was open.
As he looked around a smartly dressed man in his thirties came up to Jonathan. "You look lost, son. Can I help you?"
"I was hoping to get a bite to eat, and then find somewhere cheap for the night."
"You're a bit late for both. You might find something to eat, but somewhere for the night might be more difficult. Hey, you look as though you've been in a fight!" said the man peering closely as Jonathan's now almost closed eye. "I bet that hurts."
Jonathan nodded. "It does, rather."
"Punch up with some lads, or what the police call 'a domestic?'"
"A domestic, I'm afraid."
The man stood for a moment looking at Jonathan, as though weighing him up. "I might be able to help you. I live about three quarters of a mile from here. It's a small pad, but there's a single bed going spare, if you don't mind sleeping in the same room as me. And I can rustle up some bacon and eggs."
Jonathan looked at the man. The offer was too good to refuse at that time of night. "Thanks, that'd be a great help."
"Okay then, come this way." The man led the way out of the station. "I'm Keith, by the way." He put a hand across to shake with Jonathan.
"I'm Jonathan, usually called Jon." They quickly shook hands while still walking.
"My place is very small. I don't live there all the time. It's a sort of base when I'm in London. I get around a lot. But it serves me well. Just a kitchen and eating area, a bedroom and bathroom, only there's no bath, only a shower."
It did not take them long to get to Keith's apartment. It was as he had described, very small and rather cramped. "Let's get you something to eat." Keith opened a small fridge, got out some bacon and eggs. Soon the appetising smell of frying pervaded the apartment.
"That smells good," said Jonathan. Soon he was sitting down to large plateful of bacon, eggs and fried bread.
"The food experts wouldn't approve, but it's good to have some of what we like at times," said Keith. "Would you like a shower before bed?"
"No. I think I'll get to bed. I hope I sleep. Should I do something about this eye?"
Keith looked at it closely. "I think black eyes just need to run their course, unless you have the old fashioned remedy of a beef steak! You'll win no beauty competition for several days, but it'll go. I suggest you go through the bathroom first, while I clear up. Give a shout when you in bed. I sleep in the one on the right, so you sleep in the one on the left."
When he had finished eating, Jonathan thanked Keith again and went into the bathroom. He had a pee, washed his face, taking a good look at his eye in the mirror, and then cleaned his teeth. In the bedroom he was soon changed, and keeping his pants on he got into bed. He called out to Keith who went into the bathroom for several minutes, before coming into the bedroom. Jonathan turned his face to the wall while Keith changed.
Soon the light was out. Jonathan did not sleep well, but he slept better than his parents back in Luton.
It was about 5.30am when Michael made the first move. He tried to get out of bed without disturbing Lois.
"Are you going to make a cup of tea? I don't think I've slept a wink."
"Neither have I."
It was significant that neither added the usual riposte to such statements among married couples, 'But I heard you snoring'.
"He's not home."
"Go and check, just in case he came in and we didn't hear him."
Michael looked into Jonathan's bedroom. "He's not there," said Michael as he made his way past their bedroom door. He went on downstairs, to make that British panacea for all occasions - a cup of tea.
"What are we going to do?" asked Lois.
"I think we need to give it more time. He might have gone to stay with a friend of some sort. I think we give him twenty-four hours. Then perhaps we'll need to go to the police."
"If he doesn't come back, how are we going to tell the rest of the family. There's Abigail and Thomas, and your father. You know how special Jonathan is to him."
"He will be so worried. But he'll be cross if we try to keep something like this from him."
"But we'll have to tell him the sexual side as well."
"True. But he coped with Kevin being a practising homosexual; I think he'd cope with Jonathan."
"But two in the family makes you think there may be something in the genes."
Lois sat up in bed to drink her tea, while Michael sat on the edge of the bed. They talked everything over for the next hour, until it was time for Michael to get ready for work.
"You'll have to tell the other two. I'll ring Dad from work and tell him."
Michael went off to the bathroom. Lois went downstairs to prepare his breakfast. Half an hour later he was on his way to work.
Though Jonathan did not have the best of nights he did get some sleep, and as so often happens, he was asleep when Keith awoke.
Keith got quietly out of bed, and having emptied his bladder, made his way into the kitchen to make a cup of tea. He came back into the bedroom.
"Cup of tea," he whispered.
Jonathan stirred, and stretched out his arms. He opened his eyes, and at once remembered that one had been punched by his father's fist. He put a hand over it to shield it from the sunlight that was now shining into the bedroom. It was then that he looked at his host.
Keith was clothed in some very tight white briefs. This accentuated the equipment within. Jonathan looked and could see the outline of Keith's cock. He noticed too that Keith's body was well formed, with good muscle structure as though he worked out. His body was covered with a lot of dark hair, getting much thicker towards his groin.
"I hope you don't mind me dressed like this, Jon. I have these briefs on for your benefit, I usually wander around in the nuddy, until I have to get dressed."
"It's okay with me."
"How did you sleep?"
"Not very well. Eye was hurting, and I was think over all that happened yesterday."
"Let me have a look at that eye." Keith lent over Jonathan, and gently pulled back the lock of hair over his eye, and looked closely. "You've got a real shiner. It is very puffy, but I think the bruising is beginning to come out. It'll be in glorious technicolour in a couple of days."
"Thanks", said Jonathan with a grin.
Jonathan sat up in bed to drink his tea; while Keith sat on his own bed to drink his.
"I've got to pop out to get some milk, so I'll have a shower and get dressed, then you can have a shower while I'm out. I'll only be gone ten minutes at the most."
Jonathan lay back in bed, thinking of what he was going to do.
Keith came back into the bedroom stark naked. "Excuse me, I need some clean clothes, I wasn't going to put those dirty pants back on for a matter of seconds."
Jonathan took a further opportunity of look at Keith. He saw a very large uncut cock backed by some quite large balls. Keith made no effort to hide his endowments. "You're looking as though you've never seen a naked man before."
"I've seen plenty of naked boys my own age, but not a mature man like you."
Keith laughed. "Another few years you'll probably be as hairy."
"I was wondering if I'd be as big."
Keith laughed. "How old are you? Eighteen?"
"Just," answered Jonathan.
"You may get a little bigger down there."
While this conversation was going on Keith had been rearranging things in his cupboard and drawers. "By the way, throw out any dirty washing, and I have made some room for any spare clothes you may have."
"You make it sound as though I'll be staying."
"I think you should until that eye has gone down. No person will want to accommodate you with that black eye, or employer employ you. You're welcome." By this time Keith was dressed. "See you in a few minutes."
Jonathan got out of bed and went into the bathless bathroom. He inspected his eye carefully in the mirror. He showered, and then shaved, though he didn't really need that. Shaving was every two or three days for Jonathan, but the frequency was increasing rapidly.
Keith arrived back with the milk as Jonathan was stepping out of the bathroom to go into the bedroom to get dressed. Keith had a good sighting of Jonathan. "You've got nothing to worry about on the size score," he said with a grin, nodding down at Jonathan. He turned and went into the kitchen.
In less than five minutes they were sitting down to eat breakfast. It was a very small kitchen , and there was no table but a wide shelf with a couple of stools to sit on. They sat by side, with the blank wall in front of them.
"Are you going to tell me how you got the black-eye?" asked Keith.
"It's rather embarrassing."
"You said it was a 'domestic'. I'd hazard a guess that it was your dad who did it to you."
Jonathan nodded.
"And giving sons black-eyes is not something he does on a regular basis?"
"He's never hit me like that before. A few smacks when I was a kid; but nothing since I was about eight or nine."
"So something really made him angry," mused Keith. "Is your family religious?"
"You can say that again. Very strictly, go to a fundamentalist church in Luton."
"I'll hazard another guess; your Dad discovered you were gay!"
Jonathan looked at Keith in amazement. "How did you know?"
"I thought you probably were the moment I saw you by King's Cross station."
"But how?"
"Call it gaydar."
"Gaydar? What's that?"
"It's a sort of intuition that some guys have that another guy's gay."
"And you have this gaydar?"
"Yes." Keith turned on his stool so he was facing Jonathan. "There is another, rather older saying, 'That it takes one to know one.'"
Jonathan took a moment to work that one out. He turned to face Keith. "You too?"
"Yes, Jon. Me too. I'm gay. Known I was gay since I was about eleven."
The two of them sat there on the stools, directly facing each other. Keith had a broad grin on his face. Jonathan still looked slightly surprised. Keith reached out and gave Jonathan's knee a slight rub. "And if one gay man can say to another gay man, 'I think you're bloody sexy!'
"You think so?" The look of surprise deepened.
"Yes, very. In spite of your black eye. But you'd never heard of gaydar? I thought every gay man knew about that."
"I know I'm gay; but only fully realised it earlier this year. I am very inexperienced. My oldest and closest school friend---we discovered each other in the winter half term. We just did with each other what we wanted to do. Then we watched some gay porn DVDs that had belonged to my friend's uncle, and that gave us more ideas."
"I like what you say about doing with each other what you wanted to do. Was it just like that?"
"Not quite. My friend and his uncle had done things together one weekend, and my friend came back, and told me about it, and the rest is history as they say."
"So that's all the experience you've had?"
"Yes, just with Bob."
"So you're almost a virgin?"
"The two of us have got together fairly often since that half term."
"So how did your Dad find out about you?"
Jonathan told Keith the sequence of events of the previous day.
"That sounds really bad luck. Bob knew the dangers?"
"Oh yes. His folk are like mine; go to the same fundamentalist church, where it appears doing things with a person of the same sex is worse than murder."
"Well Jon, I'd like to do things with the person of the same sex who's sitting opposite me!"
Jonathan grinned. "I've never done it with someone other than Bob."
"Surely you haven't made a life long commitment to each other?"
"I wanted to. But Bob spoke about going up to Uni, and the opportunities there with Gay Society and so on. He didn't intend to be faithful to me; so I reckon that after what's happened I ought to review my situation."
Keith got the quotation and smiled. "Well, I'm not Fagin, out to corrupt a boy. You are a man. Now you're very much your own man. It's up to you?" He raised an eyebrow making his last words more of a question.
Jonathan thought for a moment. He remembered his observing Keith's body earlier that morning. The mature body of a thirty year old. The thick cock swinging free. He considered Keith's kindness in giving him a bed for the night, and his obligation. These thoughts flashed through his mind. He looked up into Keith's eyes, and grinned. "Why not?"
"You know, Jon, you're even sexier when you smile." Keith reached over again and put a hand on Jonathan's knee, and gently stroked it.
Jonathan immediately felt a hardening in his crotch. "I'm not very experienced, Keith, in situations like this."
"So what? We all have to begin. If I go too far, or too fast, for you, just say." Keith's hand moved further up Jonathan's thigh. "I see you like that." He nodded in the direction of the increased bulge in Jonathan's trousers.
"And I see I'm not the only one!"
"It doesn't take much for me to get a hard on. I hope we like the same things." He altered his position so that he was perched on the edge of the stool. He moved his face closer to Jonathan's and gave him a kiss. "Like that?"
Jonathan did not reply with words, but returned the kiss, making it longer, and better.
"Glad you like that. Some guys don't."
"Bob and I used to kiss a lot."
They kissed again, and Keith moved his hand so that he could feel Jonathan's hardness. He gave a gentle squeeze. "There's something good in there, I can feel it."
Jonathan moved closer by sitting on the edge of his stool, and then as if by agreement they both stood up, and put arms round each other. They kissed, and pressed together. They could feel each other's cock, each hard against the other's.
"I want to remove these clothes that are between us, and get even closer," said Keith. He took hold of Jonathan's hand and led him into the bedroom. He gave Jonathan a quick kiss, and started to undo his shirt. When a few buttons were undone he slid his hand in and found Jonathan's nipples. He gently rubbed them and felt them harden. He slipped the shirt off, and put it on his bed. He bent forward and took Jonathan's left nipple into his mouth. Very gently he put his teeth to it, but Jonathan immediately pulled back. "Sorry!" He approached the nipple again and this time licked it.
This brought murmurs of appreciation from Jonathan. "That's nice. I like that."
"Didn't you do anything like it with your school friend?"
"No. But it's good."
Keith spent several minutes licking Jonathan's nipples, at the same time wrestling with his hands to undo Jonathan's belt, and then pull down the zip. His hand felt around and gained access to the hard cock with in. "That feel's good."
"It does for me." He had got used to Bob's hands on him, but Keith's hands felt different. They were a different pair of hands. It was somebody else, somebody new, making love to him, and he found it all both exciting and enjoyable.
Keith stopped his licking, and knelt in front of Jonathan, pulled down his pants, and took the offered cock into his mouth. There was that quick gasp of breath from Jonathan, as he felt the warmth of the engulfing mouth, and the tongue feeling around the head of his cock. Keith pushed Jonathan back, and made him sit on the edge of the bed. Then he got hold of Jonathan's legs and parted them widely, and placed them on his own shoulders. This gave him a complete access to Jonathan. With his mouth, lips and tongue he explored every part of Jonathan from the tip of his cock, the length of his perineum to his anus.
Jonathan and Bob had gone a little way in this direction, but not so thoroughly, or given such pleasure. He realised that Keith was an expert. If Keith had started when he was eleven, then there was something like twenty years of experience coming into play...He realised he had much to learn.
Then Keith started giving some continuous attention to Jonathan's cock. He felt his balls tightened, he knew he was approaching his climax. "I'm cuming, I'm cuming!" He expected Keith to stop sucking, and probably to finish him off by hand, but the sucking continued. He lay back, as waves of feeling swept through his body. He wriggled with the ecstasy, but Keith held his hips firm, and continued to suck. Then it came. Jonathan felt the cum pour out of his cock in a gushing torrent. Keith kept his mouth in position and swallowed every drop.
When they had both recovered Jonathan raised himself onto his elbows and looked at Keith.
"Enjoy it, Jon?"
"Wow. What can I say? There've been good times with Bob, but never anything like that."
Keith smiled. "I think I can give you many good times. I hope so anyway." He stood up and looked down on Jonathan. "Thank you."
"You thank me? It's me that should be thanking you. Do you want me to see to you?" said Jonathan with a nod at Keith's still hard cock.
"No, later. It'll give me something to look forward to. I've got to go out, will be away for two or three hours. I'll give you a key, then you can go out. I advise getting out even if only for a few minutes. This place gets like a prison cell if you stuck in side for long. There's today's paper in the kitchen if you want something to read."
Within ten minutes Jonathan was left on his own.
It was while Keith was swallowing Jonathan's cum that Michael Pridham rang his father.
Michael:- Hi Dad. Michael here.
Malcolm:- Good to hear you. Lovely day for a change.
Michael:- Dad, I've got something difficult to tell you. I feel you should know sooner rather than later.
Malcolm:- What's the matter.
Michael:- It's about Jonathan. Yesterday evening we had a bust up, and Jonathan left home, and we haven't heard anything of him. I suppose he's not with you, by any chance?
Malcolm:- No. What happened?
Michael:- We discovered............Jonathan's gay.
Malcolm:- Oh dear! What happened, if I may ask.
Michael:- You might as well know the whole story. Apparently Jon and his friend Bob have been watching a gay porn DVD. This was discovered by Bob's Dad, and he came round and told Lois and me. When Jonathan came back from you early yesterday evening we tackled him. He confessed he'd watched the DVD with Bob; and that they'd done things together. And Dad, if that's not bad enough. I lost my temper. I hit him.
Malcolm:- Seriously?
Michael:- I think he'll have a black eye.
Malcolm:- Oh dear. I expect you're feeling bad about that.
Michael:- I spanked him when he was a kid, but to hit him!
Malcolm was tempted to say something about Michael and Lois' intolerant attitude to homosexuality, and now the matter had come home to roost with a vengeance, but he did not.
Malcolm:- Have you any idea where he may have gone?
Michael:- In normal circumstances we would think he'd gone to Bob's. But not in these circumstances.
Malcolm:- Have you checked that?
Michael:- No. I suppose I could ring Bob's dad at work, I have his number.
Malcolm:- You and Lois must be desperate.
Michael:- Dad, let us know if he comes to you, or contacts you.
Malcolm:- Will do.
They talked the matter over for a further few minutes but nothing new and little of importance was added.
Malcolm had his lunch with his mind full of Jonathan. He could not have gone far, and knowing the boy, he was sure he would be in touch soon. Though his mind was saying not to worry too much yet, he was worried, very worried.
In the middle of the afternoon he cut the front lawn. He remembered how Kevin, a couple of years before, when he was outed by his wife Katie to the rest of the family, had said that he thought Jonathan may well be gay, and might be in need of support at some stage.
He came in and sent off an Email to his son Kevin.
Hi Kevin, Michael has been on the phone this morning. He and Lois have discovered that Jonathan IS gay. There was a tremendous row, and Michael lost his temper and gave Jon a black eye. Jon left home without saying a thing yesterday evening, and nothing has been seen or heard of him since. They are very worried, and Michael is feeling very bad over what he did. It was when he went up to say sorry to Jon that he discovered Jon had gone. I thought I'd let you know. I remembered that Jon confided in you a couple of years ago, that he thought he might be gay. Love to Owen. Dad X
Keith returned to the apartment later that afternoon. John was lying on his bed, fully clothed, watching the small television that was in the bedroom.
"There's a poor welcome for me returning home. I was hoping to find you stark naked, with your cock coming to attention at the sound of the key in the lock."
Jon laughed.
"I told you I usually wander round in the buff. I was hoping for some fun as soon as I got home."
Jonathan got off the bed, and came over and started undressing Keith. This was no erotic disrobing, but a quick stripping. He then quickly removed his own clothes. "Quick enough for you?" He now knelt down and put his face to Keith's crotch. Soon his host's cock was in his mouth.
"Not bad for an amateur. I can tell you've done that before."
"Only with Bob, and never with one as thick as yours."
"Well you're good at it. I was hoping for it to find its way up your arse."
"That'd stretch me, Bob's is no where near as thick as yours."
"I've had some experience over the years. That cock you've got in your mouth has been the first up a number of young men's arses. They've all been like Oliver Twist afterwards."
"Okay then, as long as you take it slow."
"I don't want it to be a one night stand, I want to be a frequent visitor; so I'll take care." He went to a drawer and brought out some Liquid Gold. "I'll use that to lubricate the way in." He had also brought out a packet with a condom inside.
"A condom?"
"Yes. Always use a condom. I ain't taking no risks."
"Bob and I never...."
"You two didn't need to. You were both virgins. I've got some experience behind me, and for both our sakes I take care and use one of these."
"Can I have a look."
Keith handed him a rolled up condom. "Haven't you seen one of those before?"
"I've seen the odd one lying on the ground. But never seen or held an unused one."
"You've led a sheltered life, lad."
"I suppose I have, in some ways. A strict religious upbringing. Anything to do with sex is almost always wrong."
"And sex between men totally wrong."
"More than that. Something totally evil, an abomination of the greatest magnitude."
Keith laughed. "But that doesn't stop it being natural and nice for us, does it?" Keith rolled the condom onto his cock, the whole action under the fascinated eye of Jonathan. "How did you and Bob do it?"
"When outside and it was wet, with the one on the receiving end standing leaning against a tree with his bum stuck out. When we could lie down, then the receiver flat on his face."
Keith thought for a moment. "Get on the bed, and on your back with your bum at the edge of the bed." Jonathan moved into position. "Now pull your knees up to your chest. Then I can get in, and we can see each other's face" Keith positioned his cock and began to push. He eyes were on Jonathan's face, once when there was a slight grimace of pain, he stopped for a while. But soon he was fully in. "How's that, young man?"
"Fine. I didn't think I'd take it as easily as that."
"You must have done it a good many times with your friend, Bob."
"True."
Keith, still standing on the floor, began to move his cock inside Jonathan. Not just in and out thrusting, but as much as he could, varying the angle.
"Keith, that's wonderful. Wow, I'm learning things from you." He moved his legs so they were grasping Keith and pulling him closer.
Keith smiled. "I'll teach you this sort of thing any time of the day or night."
"It's not just your cock, I can feel your balls against me."
"That'll stop when they draw up, as I get closer to cuming."
Keith was experienced, and he used his skill to prolong their love making, and to make them both cum the same time.
"Wow, Bob and I don't often manage to cum at the same time."
"Skill, my friend, you'll learn."
Afterwards they lay side by side. "What do you say to a pizza, Jon? After we've eaten there is some furniture moving to do."
"Furniture moving?"
"Yes, these two beds can be made into one. When they are together this room looks all bed, with the two singles there seems to be more room for some reason. I presume you want us to sleep together. Then when I wake up horny I can just slip my cock into you!"
"And if I'm horny I'll be wanting to shove mine up yours."
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