The Hockey Boys

This is a work of fiction. Same disclaimers and advice apply as at chapter 1.

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Chapter 13

Our day in London went well. We took the tube from Paddington to Leicester Square, although Max was not impressed; it was very old-fashioned compared with the U-bahn in Frankfurt. From Leicester Square we walked into Soho which I knew would have several shops with the sort of item we were looking for. A shop called `Clone Zone' in Old Compton Street looked promising. I was very nervous about going into what was clearly a gay store, but Max was completely at ease. James hung around behind me. I'm not sure what the staff in the shop made of three good-looking teenage boys shopping together, but the young guy behind the till with earrings just smiled at us.

I was astonished by some of the stuff on sale, and the choice of dildos and vibrators - when we found them - was extraordinary. All shapes, sizes and colours. Hard, bendy, electronic. It was an education.

"So James, what colour do you think, pink or black?" asked Max, entirely focused on the task.

"Umm...what colour is your one?"

"Pink. But the black ones are nice, no?"

"Pink will be fine."

"Now, you need one with a sucker on the end so that you can attach it to the wall or floor of your shower as well as using it just in your hand."

"Whatever you suggest, Max."

"OK. I think nothing too big. Now, you want smooth or lifelike?"

Max was waving a dildo in each hand, one a smooth, artificial shape like his own Friedrich, and the other with a realistic head, veins and an indication of balls.

"Umm...you choose." Said James uncomfortably.

"Well, my one is smooth – but I like this realistic one a lot. I think we should take both. Chris and I will have the veiny one if you decide you don't want it."

By now, I was giggling helplessly at Max's matter-of-fact approach and James' hopping from foot to foot.

"I think we should have the veiny one in black, though," continued Max.

I was now almost weeping with laughter, and James caught my eye and started to laugh too.

"What's so funny?" demanded Max.

"Nothing, Max. You're brilliant. Anything else we need?"

"Some lubricant I think. Unless you have some already, James?"

This provoked another burst of laughter from both of us. Max just shook his head. "I will never understand you English. OK. Cool."

Max took the two dildos and the lube to the desk, where the sales assistant who couldn't take his eyes off Max, wrapped them and put them in a bag.

"I hope you have fun with your purchases, boys. Do come back if there is anything else you need."

The price tag was pretty steep, but I'd brought plenty of cash.

As we came out of the shop, James said, "Did you see some of the things in there? All those masks and chains and stuff – and all that leather."

"It was quite an education, wasn't it?", I said, "and Max you were brilliant. I'm not sure we would have come out of there with anything if it had just been James and me."

"It's just gay sex stuff. It is just shopping. What is the big deal? But I am very happy that we don't need all those other things though, Chris. We have good sex without all that."

"Yes, Max, we do."

"Umm...can we talk about something else now," asked James, "please...pretty please?"

I ruffled his hair. "For sure. You will use that dildo though, won't you?"

"Yes, yes, I will. But I think the pink smooth one will be fine. Now; what's next on the agenda?"

Max was keen to see the Tower of London and Big Ben, so we became tourists for the next couple of hours. We found a great pub close to the Tower where we had a slightly late lunch, and then took the tube to Westminster where I took a photo of Max and James with their arms around each other's shoulders with Big Ben in the background. Then James took one of Max of me, and then a kind tourist took one of all three of us.

It was now nearly four o'clock, so we made our way back to Paddington and by five we were back in my car and heading home.

"Do you want to come back to mine for a bit to try out your purchase, James?"

"Err...I think I'll do that in the privacy of my own bedroom – or bathroom, thanks."

"OK. Let us know how it goes, though."

We dropped James off and then drove home. My mother was in the kitchen as we arrived.

"Good day, boys?"

"Very good, thanks, Mum. We did the whole tourist bit."

"Yes – it was all very interesting,' said Max.

"Good – and I see you went shopping too."

"Yes – just a couple of things for Max to take home as souvenirs."

"How nice. Lasagne alright with you for dinner?"

"That would be perfect, Mum."

I pulled Max away before he could say anything untoward and we went up to my room.

"OK, Max. Let's take a look at what we bought."

Max took the plastic-encased dildo out of the shopping bag and broke it out of its package. It had a faintly rubbery smell, and close up it looked huge.

"Bloody hell, Max, did you mean to get something this big?"

"It's not much thicker than you, Chris, actually. A little longer perhaps, but it doesn't have to go in all the way. And I like the fact that it has a proper head and veins." He looked into my eyes. "And Chris, if I am not going to be fucked except by you, I want something that will remind me of you and that will feel like you inside me when you're not there. Friedrich won't do."

"Guess I better paint my cock black then."

Max giggled and then we were both hooting with laughter.

"Did you truly buy it to have something for when I'm not around?"

"Yes, Chris."

"That's really lovely, Max."

He smiled wickedly. "You think we should try it?"

"Later. Let's try it in the shower tonight."

"OK. But right now, since I have the real thing available..."

He sank to his knees and unbuckled my belt, then undid the stud at the top of my jeans, unzipped the fly, and pulled them down. My briefs followed. He took my semi-hard cock in one hand and my balls in the other and quickly got me to full erection. Then he pulled back my foreskin. He looked up at me.

"I've been wanting to do this ever since we left the sex-shop this morning, Chris."

Then he took me in his mouth and did his wonderful, sensual thing to me. I was tingling all over.

"Fuck, Max. I'm so ready. I'm gonna cum any moment. I hope you're hungry."

He went as deep as he could on me as I came, my cum making him splutter and gag, but he just tightened his lips around me and swallowed my load. He gave the head a final lick and the looked up at me, bright-eyed.

"You taste so yummy. I love it."

I pulled him up and kissed him. I could taste my cum in his mouth.

"And I've wanted you every bit as much, my gorgeous Max."

It was my turn to pull his trousers and briefs down. He was already hard as I slurped him into my mouth - and the tip of his cock was leaking precum. I knew that this wasn't going to last long, so I sucked him as hard and fast as I could. I felt his back arch and his hands tighten in my hair. He almost jack-knifed forward as his body convulsed with his orgasm, and then my mouth was full of his seed.

I pulled off him, and took his cock, still thick but no longer fully-hard, in my hand and masturbated him gently. I wanted him again. I looked up at him and saw him smiling. A couple of minutes later he was rock-hard again and I took him back in my mouth. This time took longer – and I had time to fully enjoy the feel and the taste of his cock in my mouth. The cock of the boy who I loved more than anyone or anything else in the world. This time I was able to sense his climax approaching, and I pushed a finger up his bottom as it did so. His cum spurted into my mouth covering my tongue with its wet, salty warmth.

"That felt so good Chris."

"To me too, Max. I'd happily suck you for ever."

"Kiss me."

We shuffled over to the bed, both of us with our trousers round our ankles, and tumbled onto the mattress. Max lay on top of me as we kissed long and deep.

"Thank you for a wonderful day, Chris."

"Any day I spend with you is a wonderful day, Max."

We rolled off the bed and pulled our trousers back up. We also put the dildo in the bathroom for later.

"We need to get rid of the packaging discretely, Max. I think I'd rather Mum and Dad didn't find it in the rubbish bin."

"I think you worry too much. I think they wouldn't care. They know we're gay and they are happy for us."

"That's true, but Max...?"

"Hey, OK. We'll put it in another bag and then put it at the bottom of the bin."

"Thank you."

I suddenly remembered that I'd said I'd invite Jamie and Steve, Mark's friends, over while Max was staying.

"Max, how would you feel about meeting up with a couple of Mark's friends, Jamie and Steve? They'd love to meet you. Or is this all too much? I know we only have a few days left together, and if you want to spend them on our own, that's fine."

"They would just come over for the day, yes?"

"Yes."

"Then I would like to meet them. So far all your friends are lovely. I am sure they will be too. Steve is the boy you had sex with once?"

"Oral, yes. Well, twice, actually." And I told him about what had happened on the night of Mark's funeral when we ended up in bed together. "I still feel so ashamed of that," I said.

"Oh Chris...you shouldn't feel guilty. You needed comfort - both of you did, and you found it with each other. Mark would have understood. And I understand. Come here."

He held his arms out to me and pulled me to him.

"And is Steve gay?"

"I don't know, Max. That was the last time I saw him. I don't think so. I think it was just... experimentation. Maybe he's bi." I sighed. "Maybe it's not such a good idea to invite them over."

"I think you should. If he's bi, he might like to meet James."

"That's a thought. Well, if you're sure."

We went downstairs and I picked up the phone and called Jamie.

"Hi Jamie, this is Chris...yes, great to speak to you too. I was wondering if you and Steve might be free to come over and meet Max sometime in the next two or three days? You did?...OK, that sounds fine. See you Friday...yes, come for lunch. OK, Jamie, bye for now."

I turned to Max. "OK. He and Steve had already looked at dates. They're coming over the day after tomorrow."

"Great."

My mother appeared at the doorway. "That's good timing, boys. Dinner is ready."

The lasagne was perfect and Dad had opened a nice bottle of Italian wine to go with it. Max and I were ravenous, and cleaned our plates. Twice.

"Thank you, Mrs. Alexander, that was excellent," said Max.

Mum beamed at him. "You're very welcome, Max."

With dinner over, we went off to see what was on television, and I heard my mother say to my father,

"He is such a charming boy – and it's lovely to see Chris so happy."

I smiled. They were right.

There wasn't much on, and after about an hour I saw Max yawning.

"Tired bunny?"

He nodded.

"Then time to go up, I think. We have an appointment with a big, black, rubber cock." Max giggled.

Upstairs, we stripped off and went into the shower. The hot water washed away the grime of London and we spent time washing and soaping each other. Then we made sure we were clean on the inside too before Max stuck the rubber sucker on the dildo to the wall of the shower. He rubbed some jelly on it and I put some more in his hole.

"OK, let's try."

Max pushed back against it and I watched as the thick, bulbous head slowly disappeared inside him. He had his lips drawn back over his teeth as he pushed more firmly against it.

"Don't take it if it's too big, Max. I don't want you all spoiled."

Max grunted. "I told you, it's not much thicker than you. I don't feel any more stretched than when you enter me, Chris. It's just, sort of, not harder exactly...just...less...forgiving than your cock."

He kept pushing back until virtually the whole length of it was inside him. He moved experimentally back and forward on it.

"It feels good Chris. Much better than Friedrich. Much more like having you in me. It will make me happy when you are not with me. You want to try?"

I guess I was at least curious. "Sure, Max."

He moved forward until the dildo popped out of him. He rinsed it under the shower and re-lubed it, before sticking it back on the wall.

"It is fatter than me though, Chris. You'll need to take it gently. Let me stretch you a little first."

Max put first one, then two and eventually three fingers inside me to open me up. The third one hurt at first but I knew it made sense.

Just how much sense I fully realised when I manoeuvred my hole against the tip of it and pushed slowly back against it. It felt huge, but the head disappeared inside me comfortably enough. When it hit my ring of muscle, however, despite Max's attentions, it took me three or four little pushes before it popped through. Literally. I heard the muscle snap back around the shaft of the dildo once the head had gone through with what felt like an audible pop. The rest of it slid in easily enough afterwards, but it wasn't a sensation I was particularly enjoying.

"Fuck, Max. It's enormous. I'd rather have you up there."

"OK," he smiled, "let's get it out of you and then see what we can do."

I pulled myself forward off it slowly, feeling the ridge of the head stretch me again as it went back through the muscle, and then it was out. Max bent down to look at me as it re-emerged.

"Wow Chris, I've never seen your hole that big."

"That's because no-one has ever stuffed a bloody marrow up there."

Max let out a snort of laughter.

"Sure you want me in you?"

"Yes – though I should think it will be like putting a worm in a dustbin right now."

"Your hole is already closing up – and I have a lot more than a worm, thank you very much."

He proved it by thrusting his cock inside me in one go. Despite having been stretched, that still made me gasp.

"Oof...OK. Big worm."

I put my arms against the shower wall as Max took me. It felt good and he made it even better when he took hold of my balls and started to squeeze and fondle them. He threw his weight against me as he came, his arms hooking up under mine, his hands on my shoulders. He put his mouth against my ear.

"And now, my Chris, I want you inside me. Come."

He took my hand and led me to the bed, where he knelt on all fours.

"Doggy style, please, Chris. And I don't want it gentle. I want it deep and hard."

So that's what I did. With my hands on his hips I slammed in and out of him as hard as I could, our bodies smacking together with each impact. Max started to growl and then almost shout with pleasure, eventually dropping his elbows and burying his face in the pillow to contain his yells of pure passion. When I came it was with an animal intensity as I drove that final time, as hard as I could, into him. His head shot up as I did it, and a near scream came from his throat as my cum flooded into him.

I was panting with exertion as I slumped down on the bed, totally spent. Max's eyes were only half-open as he laid his head on my chest, one arm thrown across me. I let my fingers drift through his hair and down onto his back. We just lay there.

Eventually Max raised his head. "That. Was. Amazing. You were like...an animal. I loved it. I'm not sure if I'll still be able to walk – but I loved it."

He ran his fingers through the fuzz on my chest. "More please."

"You want more, you'll have to be on top."

"OK by me." He kissed me and then put his hand between my legs and started to fondle me. A minute or so later Max was impaled on my raging erection and bucking up and down as he rode me. It took a lot longer for me to cum this time, but I brought Max off spectacularly about half-way through with one of his shots streaking over my chin and lips as he came. Once I'd reached my own climax, he rolled off me, and we lay side by side on the bed.

"We need a name for our new dildo, Chris."

"I think we should name it after James – but in German."

"I like that...hmmm...James is Jakob...but maybe Jaggi is better – that's kind of a nickname version."

"Jaggi Schwarz," I suggested, "after its colour."

Max laughed. "James Black! I love it. OK, Jaggi Schwarz it is."

We went back into the bathroom to clean up and brush our teeth - and put Jaggi somewhere less obvious. When we came back into the bedroom Max pulled me over to the mirror.

"We make a pretty handsome couple, no?"

I smiled. It was true. "Yes, Max. Yes we do."

"Come on. Bed."

On the Friday morning I gave James a call; Max was right - he might like to meet Jamie and Steve as well.

"Hi James – you doing anything today?"

"Err, no, not really."

"We've got a couple of Mark's friends coming to visit. You're welcome to come over too."

"OK, why not? What time?"

"Anytime really – they'll be here for lunch. Oh, and how's the dildo going?"

"A bit up and down - geddit?" He laughed. "I'll see you later."

"Very funny, James. See you later."

I checked with my mother and she said that there were plenty of pizzas in the freezer and that we could all have those for lunch. She also said that both she and my father would be late back that evening and that they'd bring fish and chips with them if that suited us.

James came round at about 11 o'clock.

"Hi James," said Max, "and how is it going with the dildo?"

"Blunt as ever, eh, Max? It's...fine I guess. It still hurts to push it through the ring of muscle but I'd say it's a bit easier than the first time. But...is it meant to feel like you want to take a dump every time you pull it out? I keep thinking there's going to be a stream of shit following it out."

"Well, yes, it feels like that to begin with. But if you are all clean it does not happen, no?"

"No...it's just that what it feels like. I just wanted to know if it always feels that way. Does it feel the same with a real cock?"

"It will get less noticeable, James. It is very early days. But is it pleasurable?"

"Umm...well...once it's in and I'm used to it, when I move it up and down sometimes it feels kind of tingly."

"Good. That is good. And if you are getting it all inside you then I think you are doing well."

"And how is that black, veiny thing you bought?"

"Ah yes...Jaggi Schwarz."

"What?"

"Jaggi Schwarz – that's what Chris and I have named it. It means roughly `James Black' – James after you and Black after the colour."

"You've named it after me?"

"Of course. You were with us when we bought it. Jaggi is very nice. Or I think so. I think Chris is not so keen."

"He's right; I'm not. Too big for me."

"But to me it feels more like having Chris inside me. Not the same and not as good, but better than Friedrich."

"Friedrich?"

"My dildo that is a bit like yours. It is at home in Germany."

"Talking to you is always an education, Max. OK. Right. In that case mine is called Max Pink."

"Max Pink! Very good, James...but James, just because you are bi does not mean that you have to be fucked. There are lots of bi guys – perhaps most – who are just tops. They just give, never take. If the dildo is too painful then sex will be too – and you don't have to do it."

"I know, Max but...you and Chris obviously enjoy...doing it...a lot. I want to try it." He paused, and turned to me. "Anyway, changing the subject, tell me about Steve and Jamie."

"`OK," I said, "Jamie was Mark's best friend. He's straight and he's a sweet guy. You'll like him. Steve is another of Mark's friends who, like you, was kind of curious about his sexuality. He and I have had oral sex together - twice. Once with Mark's approval – his instigation, really - and the other, to my shame, on the night of Mark's funeral."

I told James the story – as I had Max – and he said exactly what Max had said. But it didn't make me feel any better about it.

"I don't think he's gay, but he might be bi – or not. I don't know. But what he definitely is, is an extremely nice guy – and good-looking. You'll like him. This is the first time we've met up since Mark's funeral. All four of us got on really well - and they knew and were fine with Mark and me being gay and together. They know of Max but have never met him."

"OK, cool," said James.

Steve and Jamie arrived just before twelve. As they got out of the car, I felt my heart leap a little. It really was good to see them again.

Jamie came and shook my hand, while Steve gave me a huge hug. I introduced them to James and then to Max.

"This is James, he's been my best friend since...forever. He's at University at Durham."

"Really?" interjected Steve, "So am I. What a coincidence."

"Wow, cool – then I guess you two will have some notes to compare. That's great. And this is Max. I think Mark would probably have mentioned him if he ever talked to you about the hockey tournament in The Hague - we all met there and got to know each other...pretty well. Max lives in Frankfurt and he and I have been together since...well, since Mark."

"Nice to meet you, Max. Yes, Mark did talk about you. Said what a nice guy you were and how happy he and Chris had been to meet you," said Jamie, shaking Max's hand.

"Thank you. It is very good to meet you too. Mark was very nice and a fantastic hockey player. It was very sad to see such a life cut short. I am a poor substitute for him. I know you were his best friend and I am very happy to know you."

Jamie smiled. "Thank you, Max. He liked you a lot – and I know that he would only have wanted Chris to be happy. And I don't think you are a substitute. You are the next step. And if you and Chris love each other, that is all Mark would have asked for. It's just lovely that he knew you."

I could feel my eyes prickle with tears. Jamie could not have said anything nicer or kinder.

"Well, Jamie. I certainly love him very much, and thank you. I don't know if you are OK with a hug, but..."

"I'm OK with a hug, Max."

They embraced with genuine warmth, and once they'd separated I added, "Thank you for saying that, Jamie. It means lot to me...to both of us."

"It's just the truth, Chris. We both know it. Mark was generous with his love and in you he found the perfect partner. You were cut from the same cloth. And, from what Mark told me, I think perhaps Max is too."

After that it just turned into a great day. We had pizza and then Jamie and Max and I talked on one side of the room while on the other James and Steve were exchanging stories and laughing. We all went out for a walk at some point and someone suggested playing tag, and we ended up gasping and exhausted. I saw Steve with his arms on James' shoulders panting for breath, while Jamie slapped Max on the back as he succumbed to a fit of coughing. Time just seemed to disappear and then it was suddenly getting dark. As we headed back to the house, Jamie put an arm round my shoulder.

"It has been so good to catch up with you Chris. We shouldn't have lost touch for so long. Can we do this again soon? And by the way, Max is absolutely lovely. I can see why Mark liked him – and why you do too. You are perfect together."

"Thank you, Jamie. And yes, let's do this again soon. I'd forgotten just how much I like you."

"Me too, Chris. I'm not going to let it happen again."

Back home we had a quick beer and sat down to cool off. Then Jamie and Steve said their farewells.

Steve came up to me. "Bye, Chris and thank you. I owe you so much. And I can't tell you how happy I am to have met James. He's such fun. We've arranged to get together at Durham next week when term starts."

"Good to see you again too Steve. And I know you and James will be firm friends. Stay in touch."

"I will. Is it OK if I give you a kiss to say goodbye?"

"Sure, Steve."

He gave me a peck on the cheek which I returned.

I saw Jamie and Max hug each other and then Steve also gave Max a squeeze. But Steve's biggest hug was for James. A hug James seemed to be happy to return. Watch this space, I thought. Finally, Jamie and I said goodbye and we held each other close.

"You look after yourself, Chris – and look after Max too."

"Oh, I will. And you take care too, Jamie. We'll see each other soon."

"I'll look forward to it."

We waved them off as they drove out of the drive, and then went back indoors.

"I really liked Steve, Chris – well, I liked them both, but I have a feeling that Steve and I are going to be great buddies," said James as we sat down round the table in the kitchen.

"That would be great, James – and how amazing that you are at Uni together."

"Indeed. Though I guess the chances of us having met at random last term are tiny. Different subjects, different colleges, different interests – but we are sure going to meet up once term starts."

Max turned to me. "You really do have lovely friends, Chris – well except him of course," he jerked a thumb at James who just threw a cushion at him. "Jamie was so nice – and Steve, Steve is very handsome no?"

"I've always thought so Max. What do you reckon, James?"

"Can't say I noticed."

"Liar!" Max and I shouted in unison.

"You can both just fuck off...OK, yes, OK, he is good-looking I suppose. But that isn't why I like him, OK?"

"Of course not, James...if you say so James."

"God I hate you two sometimes."

"You love us both dearly – and you know it."

"God help me, I do – though fuck knows why."

We both just smiled sweetly at him.

"Anyway, regardless of you two, it HAS been a very good day – so thank you. When do you go back to Germany, Max?"

"Four more days."

"OK, I'm back off to Durham the same day, I think. I'm sure we'll catch up before that."

I got up and gave him a hug. "You bet. I'll call you tomorrow."

"Okies. Bye Max."

After he'd gone, Max and I went upstairs to our room.

"I liked Jamie very much, Chris. I think we will all be good friends. And Steve? I think he and James liked each other very much too."

"So do I, Max. if Steve turns out to be bi like James...I can see more than a friendship happening there."

Max came over and put his arms round me. "You know, Chris, you have a gift. When people are with you they are...so nice. I don't what you do or how you do it – or even if you know you are doing it - but everyone just gets on. It's. . .like magic."

"I just know some nice guys – that's all Max."

He shook his head.

"No, Chris. I don't think so. But it is just one more reason why I love you." He kissed me then looked into my eyes. "And now I hope you don't mind me asking, but the perfect end to this perfect day would be for you to make love to me."

I led him to the bed where we undressed and then lay together. I ran my fingers over his chest and his stomach.

"I love you so much Max. And if people are nice when I'm with them, it's because you are there with me."

"You can think that if you want my lion, but you are a special person. I am so lucky to have you."

"I'm the lucky one, Max."

We kissed, and then I let my hand drift down into his groin and take hold of his silky hardness. I stroked him slowly.

"I want you in me, my lion."

I took him slowly and gently and lovingly. When we came it was together, which somehow felt right after the wonderful day we had had. We lay there cuddled up to one another for what seemed like ages until we heard a car pull into the drive.

"Time to get dressed, Max. Dinner has arrived."

"Good. I'm hungry."

"Me too."

As the time for Max's departure got ever closer, so the intensity and frequency of our lovemaking increased. Our balls ached and our cocks were sore - but we didn't care. The thought of being without each other for another three months was almost too much to bear. I felt like I simply didn't know how I was going to survive without him. Max had one good idea.

"The time will soon be gone – you'll see. But why don't you invite James down for a weekend – or you go to Durham. It would be fun for you to see one another's places of study. And if you wanted to sleep together – you know I wouldn't mind. And you must feel free to keep seeing Dan too...no, shush, listen to me. I don't want you to be fucked, but I don't mind you fucking boys you know well and like and trust. I know you my Chris – you need this."

"But what about you? I don't want you to be fucked either – but you don't want to top. That means I get to have sex but you don't."

"I don't want anyone inside me but you ever again, Chris. I now know this. And it makes me happy. It is not a sacrifice. It is my wish. Things are different between me and Sigi now; I'm not sure I even want to have oral sex with him. But maybe I will meet someone like your Dan." He smiled.

"This doesn't seem like a fair and equal bargain, Max."

"I think it is fair - and it is as equal as I want it to be. Do you love me Chris?"

"You know I do, Max."

"Then please do as I ask. Please, Chris."

"I'll think about it. But I should play by the same rules as you."

"Why? We are different. We like different things. The rules are different."

"You are obstinate and pig-headed."

"It takes one to know one."

I stuck my tongue out at him. He just laughed.

On the morning that he was due to go back to Frankfurt, we lay in bed facing each other, each gently masturbating the other to a climax. We held each other close, our bodies warm and sticky, and just cuddled until it was finally time to shower, change and load up the car.

I hated the drive to the airport.

I hated checking Max in.

I hated seeing him go through passport control.

I loved him so much.

With a final wave and a smile he was gone. I felt desolate.

Back home I moped around. James had gone back to Durham the previous day, so I had no- one to take my mind off Max. My parents knew me well enough just to leave me space and time to get through it.

When the phone rang just after six, my mother answered it.

"Hello Max, good flight?...good...it was lovely having you to stay...yes of course, I'll call him."

I was already rushing over the moment I had realised it was Max.

"MAX! Everything's OK is it?"

"Yes, Chris – except that you are not here with me, everything is fine. I just wanted to call and let you know I was home safely. And to tell you that I love you."

"I love you so much Max."

I saw my mother smile and leave the kitchen, shutting the door behind her.

"It won't be so long until Easter, Chris. My parents say you are very welcome to come and stay with us then if you would like."

"Of course I'd like, Max. Please thank them for me...oh Max, I already miss you so much."

"You too, my Chris. But thank you for the wonderful time we had and I can't wait to see you again in just a few months."

"Me too Max."

"I love you Chris. I love you so very much. Write to me."

"I will, Max."

"Good. It's lovely to hear your voice. Now be strong; be my lion."

I smiled inside and made a pathetic attempt at a growl down the phone.

"Hah! Excellent. That's better. We'll see each other very soon."

"Thanks Max – bye for now. Love you."

"Love you too."

I put the phone down and just stood there. I felt happier inside. And Max was right; it was only a few weeks – long as they might feel. And I was invited to Frankfurt for Easter. Now that really did make me feel happy. Mum came back into the kitchen.

"Everything OK?"

"Yes, everything's fine, Mum. I'm invited to Max's for Easter – that's OK isn't it?"

"Of course, Chris. You are old enough to do whatever you want." She looked at me. "You and Max really do love each other, don't you?"

"Yes, Mum. He means everything to me. And you and Dad do like him?"

She smiled. "Your father and I love him, Chris. He's polite, kind, thoughtful, and obviously bright. But what really matters is that he makes you happy. And we can see that you make him happy too, Chris. It is lovely seeing you two together. And it must be hard conducting a relationship when you have to be apart for long periods. Though you obviously enjoy making up for lost time." She looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

"MUMMMM!"

She laughed. "We aren't deaf, Chris. And don't be embarrassed. It's nice that you aren't inhibited – and your father and I do try and stay out of the way as far as possible."

"Yes, Mum. I know. And I really appreciate that."

And I did. It can't be easy hearing your son and his boyfriend having vigorous, occasionally noisy, and apparently endless, sex together.

"Talking of which, I've put some clean sheets out for you."

With a mumbled `Thank you', I fled.

The new term started in less than a week and in truth I had some work that I needed to get done before then, so the few remaining days before the start of term passed quickly.

Chapter 14

At Oxford, I was soon back in the swing of things both academic and sporting. The hockey season was, if anything, even busier. Dan found himself a boyfriend - which made me happy for him - and I was still full of good intentions so I was enjoying a celibate lifestyle. I tried to write to Max at least once a week – and my weeks were always brightened on the days that a letter with a Frankfurt postmark appeared in my pigeon-hole.

I had also written to James inviting him down for a weekend in the middle of term. He `d accepted – and his visit was now less than a week away.

Then two things happened. First Dan's relationship broke up. He told me on the way back from a game as we were sitting next to each other.

"I don't know what's wrong with me, Chris. I always seem to mess these things up – or make bad choices. Turned out Joe was screwing another boy as well as me. And he seemed so nice. I feel so used."

He was upset and I invited him back for a drink. He cuddled up close to me on the sofa and I put an arm round him.

"Why do you have to have a boyfriend, Chris? You are properly a nice guy. And if I can't have you, then why can't I find someone like you?"

"There is someone out there for you Dan. You are a properly nice guy too. You'll find him"

"Thanks, Chris."

And he kissed me. And then he kissed me again. And then I kissed him back. And then he put his hand between my legs and looked up at me. My head was screaming `no' but my body wasn't listening. Dan unzipped me, pulled out my cock and took me in his mouth. I'd been masturbating from time to time - usually when I had a letter from Max who regularly explained, in some detail, what he would like to be doing with me - but I hadn't done so for a couple of days and when I came I nearly drowned the poor boy. He had cum dripping down his chin as he wiped it off with the back of his hand.

"Here, let me return the favour."

"You don't have to Chris – and I'm sorry. I should have asked."

"If I'd wanted you to stop I could have said `no,' Dan, so don't beat yourself up. And I'd like to suck you – if you'd like me to."

"You don't have to ask. You know the answer to that – but...could we do it on the bed – naked? I love being able to touch your body, it's so beautiful."

"Come on then."

We went into my bedroom and stripped. Dan's cock was already stiffly erect as he lay down on the bed beside me. "Could we 69 please Chris?"

I put my knees either side of his head and leant forward to take the head of his cock in my mouth. I felt one of his hands take hold of my balls and the other work its way into my crack, where he worked a finger inside me.

I could taste his precum in my mouth as I ran my lips down the shaft of his cock and back up again. I felt the hand that had been holding my balls take a hold of my erection and start to move the foreskin back and forwards. I put my own hand on Dan's balls and rolled them gently in my palm before squeezing them. I heard Dan hiss, and then he was pulling the shaft of my cock down into his mouth.

For several minutes there was nothing but the sound of slurping and sucking as we gradually worked each other to a climax. I felt Dan's balls pull up, and then his cock kicked. I took my mouth off him and his cum spurted all over my face and then I was cumming too. Dan just tightened his lips around me and drank me down as I pumped my seed into him for a second time.

Then we both came up for air. I turned around to lie beside him on the bed.

"God I love doing this with you Chris. I love oral – and you are just the best."

"I love sucking you too, Dan." I ran my fingers over his perfectly smooth body. "You know, you have wonderful skin. Silky and smooth."

"My Asian heritage Chris."

He put his hand between my legs and took hold of my thick but gently softening cock. He played idly with the foreskin, pulling it backwards and forwards over the head. I started to get hard again. "Love this," he said, "I mean, I'm perfectly happy being circumcised, but I sometimes I wish I knew what it felt like to still have this bit of skin."

I laughed. "If there was a way to let you try it out for a few days, I'd lend it to you. And I'd enjoy trying out yours too – I'd love to know how being circumcised might feel different."

Now Dan was laughing. " `Swap Cocks'...wouldn't that be a great business if it were possible?"

"For sure."

Meanwhile I had taken hold of Dan's cock again, stroking the shaft with just the tips of my fingers.

"That feels so nice, Chris."

"Let me finish you off."

I speeded up and felt him arching his back as he got close. I saw a little ripple run across his stomach muscles and then, with a gasp, he was cumming, his seed shooting in four white arcs across his chest.

"Oh so good, Chris. It's always fun with you." He turned and looked at me, "and not just the sex bit."

"And you, Dan, you are lovely. Don't let other people use you. You deserve better than that." I gave him a kiss and then we got dressed.

"See you Saturday, Chris."

"Home game isn't it?"

"Yup."

Then I remembered. James was coming.

"I've got a friend staying this weekend. I'll introduce you – you'll like him. I expect he'll come and watch the game."

"OK, Chris. Look forward to it."

The second thing that happened was that a letter from Max arrived.

My dearest Chris You know that I told you in a previous letter that I had joined the disco dance club. Well, I have met a very nice boy there who is also gay.

My heart lurched.

Don't worry (I know you) – I am not in love with him; you are the only one I love. You are the only one I will ever love. His name is Johannes and we have come to like each other very much and we have got to know each other well. I think perhaps he is like Dan is to you. I have told him all about you and shown him your picture. He thinks that you are extremely handsome and he very much wants to meet you when you come over at Easter. I think you will like him very much. We have no secrets, Chris, and I will always be honest with you. Johannes and I are now more than just friends. We enjoy playing with each other from time to time and sometimes we suck each other – but no more than this. I miss you so much, my Chris, and he makes me happy. I hope this is OK. I can't wait to see you again.

Yours always and forever,

Max xxx

For perhaps a fleeting moment I felt jealous. But it was indeed no different from Dan. And Max had been honest with me as I had been with him. And I trusted Max as he trusted me. And I wanted him to be happy. Being upset was stupid. I sat down and wrote him a letter back.

My dearest Max, Have fun with Johannes. I'm pleased that he makes you happy, and I look forward to meeting him.

I love you more than I can say.

Yours always and forever,

Chris xxx

In truth, I didn't have much time to think about this as James was due to arrive the following day. I was looking forward to seeing him.

He arrived at Oxford Station around six on Friday. I was there to meet him. We embraced. As we walked back, I asked him if he and Steve had met up.

"Oh yes, Chris, we have. He is such a nice guy. We've become...quite close."

I looked at him and raised an eyebrow.

"Look...you know you told me that you and he had...done stuff? Umm...I told him that you had told me this and he was a bit embarrassed. So I told him that you and I had done the same. I told him that I was bi. He told me that he was too. You can guess the rest..."

I smiled. "Tell me all, James."

"Perv." He smiled. "Well, he told me that he really liked me – and I told him that I really liked him...and, well, we ended up giving each other a bj. He's got a huge cock, by the way – but then you'd know that."

"Just a bj?"

"Yes. ..well...that first time."

"First time?"

"Chris...we really, REALLY like each other. He asked me if I'd ever had anal sex. I told him I was still a virgin – in `taking it' terms anyway. He said he was still a virgin too - but would like to explore. He just looked at me with those puppy dog eyes. I wanted him, Chris. I said I wanted to explore too and....so we did. We both lost our cherries to each other. I was grateful I'd been using Max Pink, but it still hurt like hell – and he was in some pain when I did him too. Afterwards we both said we couldn't work out why anyone would want to be fucked. It was funny really. But...after a bit...we both wanted to do it again. And...well...we've slept together a couple of times since. But I'm still not sure I really enjoy being fucked."

"Bloody hell , James. That's some story."

"Yes...surprising really...but I still do it with girls from time to time too."

I took a few seconds to absorb all the information. "Umm...so how do you feel now about the two of us doing it?"

"Truth, Chris?"

"Truth, James."

"I think sticking my cock in my best friend would definitely be a bit weird – and like I said, I'm not sure I want to be on the receiving end, actually. Not even from you. Do you mind awfully?"

"No James, I don't mind. I'm relieved actually. I think it would be a bit weird too – and Max and I would really rather prefer that neither of us gets fucked by anyone but each other. Although he did specifically say that he would make an exception for you. He loves you as much as I do."

He smiled. "I love him to bits, Chris. But I think this is all for the best."

"Me too, James."

Then he gave me a wicked smile. "But I'd love for us to do other stuff together - if that is still permitted."

"Oh yes, James – that is definitely still permitted."

Twenty minutes later we were in my rooms - which blew James away.

"Wow. All I have is a little bed-sit. This is awesome."

We headed to the bar to get a drink before dinner – and I introduced him to Ian, my mathematician friend. Dinner was as excellent as ever – causing James further surprise. After dinner we went back to my rooms and just sat and talked about all the things friends talk about. I told him about the game the following afternoon, and, as I had suspected, he was happy to come and watch, and I promised to introduce him to Dan.

We were both horny for each other, so we went to bed in good time and enjoyed one another's bodies, sucking and then masturbating each other. The bed was too small for both us to stay there to sleep, so I offered James the bed and said I'd sleep on the sofa, but he wouldn't hear of it.

All in all, it was a very good weekend. James enjoyed the match – even though we only drew - and he liked Dan a lot. We all went out for a takeaway and then got a little drunk together at a local pub before ending up back in Dan's room. I think we got pretty close to having a three-way suckfest but we ended up just having a kiss and a hug together before heading back to my rooms – where James I definitely had some lengthy oral sex.

As we walked back to the station the following afternoon, James invited me up to Durham for a return trip the following term. We agreed to put a date in the diary once we were home at the end of term, and then the train arrived; we hugged and I waved him off - and then I went back and wrote to Max to tell him all about it.

The rest of the term passed pretty uneventfully – and suddenly my visit to Frankfurt was only a week away. In fact, I only spent two days at home before catching my British Airways flight to Germany.

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