It was fine with Tom. If I had any doubts they were soon dispelled. He is a wonderful guy and I have grown quite accustomed to his charm.
It is so easy to love him and share all those wonderful deep intimacies we both so very much enjoy. The funny thing is we both started off purely as good friends, our common interest being in old English history and writing about it.
We met at a writing club in Dartington, Devon and things were going along congenially. We started talking about visiting haunted castles and he told me about one in Berry Pomeroy in Devon, a semi ruined castle with a great charisma. It has appeared on the `Most Haunted' TV series.
He challenged me to stay on there until after dark to see if we could see the famous white lady who is said to haunt the castle regularly.
As it was Tom I felt comfortable with that and we found a spot where we could shelter from a slight drizzle. Tom had a torch and the car wasn't too far away in case we grew bored with waiting and decided to drive home.
But being with Tom was anything but boring as I soon pleasantly discovered when we thought we saw an outline of the white lady.
Being if a very nervous disposition I found myself instinctively snuggling up to Tom and all at once I felt a sense of deep belonging. Not simply just as a `mate' thing but much more. I guess we both felt it simultaneously because I could see the white's of his eyes in the semi torchlight , which gave an ambiance of great warmth and depth.
As the figure seemed to whirl around us I clasped my hands together around Tom's slender waist and held on for dear life, I was so very scared and yet Tom remained so very calm.
Without another word I suddenly felt the warmth of his lips meeting mine in
a long embracing kiss. I was thinking at the time, this is my friend kissing me, at first that seemed strange us both being male; but any such thought soon evaporated into thin air when I felt his strong hand go down to me.
It was so very subtle the way he did it and suddenly I was scared no more. Instead my senses were enveloped in the nice things he was doing to me as I sat upon a broken casket which was said to be the remains of a grave.
There was no white lady to be seen, the outline of a figure just went,. just the figure of Tom beside me, urging me to open my legs just a little and I did willingly. He spotlighted his dynamo torch down there concentrating on my swelling brought about by his gentle massaging there. I felt his fingers slowly undo my zip. It was so gorgeously sensual to feel someone else doing that to me, the way he started to rub me over my jeans and all.
"Is that nice, Peter, tell me if it's not and I will stop?"
I guess my silent response said it all and soon I felt a draught as he opened my jeans and downed my briefs to my knees as the chilly wind blew up. But the chill there was soon dispelled when without any hesitation at all, sweet Tom began to massage me bare cock and it felt so lovely.
"This looks better than any white lady" Tom muttered beaming the torch along my quickly developing length and feeling it more prominently, squeezing it and making me feel so very horny, just to have another doing that rather than myself was so very different.
Then all at once he stopped and announced; "Hey! We should be watching the white lady" and I was left with a very upright extremity beating hard-on ;
throbbing about in the night light, I was feeling very disappointed - just as Tom seemed like he was getting me into the mood too. One minute Iwas in ecstasy feeling the gentle massage and cupping of my credentials and the next, feeling absolutely forlorn and feeling the draught again.
He turned to me and asked if I was aright. What could I say?, Was it that Tom realised he was doing something we had never done before and felt he should stop. Or was he just a bloody prick teaser. Whatever ,he had got my heat up and I wanted him, I could just see his bulge in the moonlight as he directed the torchlight to the castle walls where he thought he had seen the white lady.
My mind was prompting me to go for it, after all he had with me and no mistake. I wanted more and the horniness he had erupted in me urged me to do it, so I did and it was the very first time I had touched another guy there and it was absolutely divine. I could feel he had quite a large specimen hidden behind those corduroys he wore, which alone made him more amicable to me. He wasn't stopping me so I went for it. I Did what he did to me but with more zest, I guess because I was that worked up and had this strange and new sensation that I would really like to have that his length riding inside me, like I was a woman - but I wasn't , I was a fully fledged guy and no mistake, I had the balls to prove it. But so did Tom, and fine and lovely balls too - which I then realised made me gay, I was gay - me gay? - but I was and do you know what?, it felt like something very special, that at last I had found my true leaning, but would Tom be happy with that.?
He didn't seem to be stopping me as I hooked him out and played with him, feeling the splendour and flexibility of it, touching and teasing, sniffing in the earthy scent of cock which was a real turn on, enticing me to really want to taste it. So in complete abandon, I went for it, started at the knob -end and sucked it into the aperture of my mouth which it soon filled perfectly, my lips stretched tightly around its circumference. The taste and feeling of that first suck was out of this world and something I would never forget. I felt his large hand behind my head, Now I knew he wanted what I was doing because I felt his hand gently push, so that his cock entered the opening to my throat, and I had to hold my breath every time he plunged it into my mouth.
"Perhaps you would really like me to plunge it somewhere else" he said shining the torch down on my face as I sucked him sufficiently enough to make him cum, accompanied by the grunts and groans of what was to be such an exciting and memorable new venture. as I actually caught his spurt onto my tongue, his great cock belching it all over my face.
Primarily I felt; is this really me - is this what I want?, but under the spell of sexual splendour I loved it - and it made for the perfect introduction of things to come, or should I say `cum' - because we were going to be doing a lot of that with each other and when he started playing with my ass and rimming my anus with lots of fingering, lubrication and rimming , I knew I wanted that large cock inside me,, it had to be freshly sucked cock, he wanted that, he wanted for me to suck and ball him always before hard fucking me.
I felt his shaft enter me, squeeze into me and I had no room to do what I had envisaged I would do, to manipulate my rectal muscles for better sensuality as he fucked me. I was well and truly stuffed with goof hard thrusting and throbbing cock and I was so wonderfully introduced to a complete and new and wonderful person in my life; being wanted, being loved, giving it too, yearning always to simply suck and ball him to my heart's desire, feeling the so wonderful hotness of his cream spurt out like a volcano, it was
all so divine I could never ever enough of Tom and I knew he couldn't get enough of me either, the way he fucked me in so many variable positions, it was so very lovely every time, exploring new ways to pleasure each other to the full.
After that first adventurous fuck we both simply lay exhausted on the grass. Soaking up the wonderful sensation of a post-fuck.
Now Tm's torch was out and there was just the light of a half moon. I felt a warmth come over me once more and and this was going to be a real first time to remember because I felt a so wonderful gentle massage - it must have been something Tom likes to do afterwards so I closed my eyes tight and enjoyed the luxury if his warm fingers wanking me to the fore. It was magic and he knew how to ripen me once more and build me up to another crescendo.
I heard a murmuring sound, almost like a feminine sound but assumed it was just the result of Tom enjoying what he was doing. Then I was there. It was so beautiful and I must have cum two are three times, The wanking gradually slowed until I had delivered my all and then, silence and tranquillity once more. We both must have dozed off but when we awoke and made out way for home we were talking about our wonderful new venture. "I'm sorry I dozed off so quickly" Tom said. "I wanted to-do more but maybe I can take you to my place huh? We never saw the white lady but what the hell, we enjoyed something much more thrilling than that. "No need to apologize Tom I said, the wonderful finale made it all perfect. " "The finale. Pete? "Yes Tom that electrifying wank was sheer heaven, it was a great way to finish." "But I never wanked you - I wanted too but fell off to sleep!" "But I distinctly felt you doing it" I said. "Nope, wasn't me - God! Are you thinking what I am thinking Pete?" "The white lady" "Awesome" exclaimed Tom"