It was on the following Thursday evening that we all gathered together in the lounge and that included the first year students, to hear how us second year ones had got on with our exams. This was what we, Rosie and I, missed out the previous year for we had gone to bed early with it being our last night before the holiday. By the time Mr. Thompson, the senior teacher got his notes together, Rosie and I were sucking on each other’s cocks, making pigs of ourselves in having this form of sex.
Mr. Thompson, flanked by the other three teachers, gave out a cough and called for our attention.
‘We are pleased to announce that all of our second year students passed the exam with flying colours.’ There were smiles all round amongst our twenty. ‘But this year we do not have a clear winning student. Not two, but three of you received the same number of points,’ and we all started to look at each other and all had looks of hope on their faces.
‘With the top scoring points it would have been one hundred and four which has never yet been attained, but this year’s have now risen to the top since we opened this college by all three scoring one hundred and one. The others varying from one hundred down to eighty five which still earns them their diploma. But these have not yet been sorted out because we feel that it would be a letdown for that particular person to be credited with being the Tail end of this year’s class.
So will the three winners come forward and receive their diplomas first and for the rest of you, it will be in alphabetical order. So please, Nicholas Craig, Diane Lowe and Georges Roznoir, come forward.’
I’m sure my face was as red as both Diane’s and Rosie’s as our names had been read out, and now we went forward and shook hands with the teachers, getting their congratulations and we were handed our diplomas. There was much clapping of hands from all the others as we did so and went back into the crowd as it were, as the others all received theirs too.
Us second year students then got a free drink at the bar where Rosie and I both opted to have a vodka and tonic, which became our usual tipple later. The bar also stayed open till eleven that night, to which we stayed until it closed before saying our goodnights and going up to our room.
In the bedroom, we went and stood under the now sorry looking sprig of mistletoe and kissed each other in the joy of both of us coming an equal first.
‘I think,’ said Rosie, looking up as we still had our arms around each other, ‘that the mistletoe there has brought, not only us together, but brought us luck at the same time. I’m never going to forget this.’
‘Neither am I,’ I replied. ‘I’m glad that I went and hung it there, and that’s where it’s staying and I hope it brings the next occupants the same luck that it has given us.’
‘Do you think that they will fall in love too?’ Rosie asked.
‘I don’t think lightning strikes twice in the same place, but they will be damned lucky if it happens,’ I said, pulling Rosie close again to kiss. It was with undue haste that we quickly took our clothes off, throwing them in the direction of our chairs, both of us sporting fine looking erections.
‘God I love this,’ said Rosie as he went down onto his knees in front of me, holding my erection and taking the head into his opening mouth, his tongue pushing the foreskin right back. I gave out a groan as his lips closed round it and felt his tongue weaving across the bare flesh as my hands gently rested on his bobbing head.
‘Not too much Rosie for I’d rather fuck you with it,’ I gasped.
‘I want you to too,’ he said releasing me and it almost looked as if the head of my cock was steaming. ‘And without a condom,’ he said as he quickly got onto the bed on his knees, leaning forward so that his backside was high up. We didn’t need any cream for the head was coated in his saliva and it bobbed about as I got onto the bed behind him. In between his knees, I stroked the cheeks of his bum first before bending my head down and giving each one a kiss before straightening up and place the head of my really throbbing cock to his back passage entrance.
What a lovely sensation it is to see and feel the head of your cock slowly disappear into the tightness of his backside and feel the heat from his body as well as the muscle there, flexing away as the shaft filled him too. With my thighs up tight to the cheeks of his bum, I gave my cock a twitch to make him give out a groan and also made him gasp and give out a shiver as I ran my fingernails up and down the sides of his chest.
Then holding his hips loosely with my hands, began to move myself in and out of that tight passage, loving the thrill of having a glorious fuck of the man I was now really in love with. I didn’t last long and was soon holding his hips tighter as I pulled him backwards to my forward thrusts, grunting now as I forcefully rammed myself up into him, my swinging balls slapping against his lower bum cheeks. It was with more grunts and heaves. Almost lifting him up from the bed as I held him tight as my hips pumped away, letting my seed shoot out into his lovely backside.
‘Oh God I love this when I feel you come inside me,’ he gasped as I slowly came to a stop, panting heavily, now leaning over his rear end. ‘If only it could last longer.’
‘Well see if you can go longer,’ I said as I began to pull out of him.
‘Noooo!’ he cried at my withdrawal, knowing the sensation he was getting at feeling it being removed from his backside, but it came free and bounced about as I got off the bed and staggered through to the bathroom to wash myself.
He was lying there on his back when I returned, his full erection lying there up on his stomach and I watched it twitch as I got back onto the bed.
‘This is a lovely cock that you’ve got,’ I said as I lifted it up and opened my mouth as I bent my head and took the head of it into my mouth and did the same to him as he had done to me. Pushing the foreskin back down so that I could tease him with both tongue and teeth, also coating it with saliva. God, I loved his cock and couldn’t wait to have it being pushed up into me and so quickly released him and moved over and up onto my knees in the same position to receive that wonderful tool that he had.
What a thrill it gave me to feel the head slowly enlarging the entrance to my canal and then have the soothing massage as he slid fully inside my backside, trying to give him pleasure by using my sphincter muscle in a flexing mode on it as he entered me.
I was in heaven at feeling his hands holding my hips as his cock moved back and forth inside me, making me gurgle with delight and hoping against hope that he would indeed last longer than me in this fucking mode. But he didn’t, for he was soon holding me tight in his grip as he began to reach his peak, thrusting away as hard as he could, trying to get more of himself inside me and gave me the joy of feeling his sperm splash the insides, making me drool at the pleasure I was getting from his fucking of me.
I also loved having his weight bearing down on my lower back as he panted, feeling his cock still twitching away inside me, but I also cried out when he started to pull out. What an incredible feeling of loss that runs through the body at the feel of that wonderful tool of pleasure being removed making one cry out. That is the worse part of this sexual act, the removal of the toy if I can call it that, feeling like a small boy that’s been deprived of his favourite plaything.
But one still holds that wonderful glow in ones belly and heart from the pleasure that has been given to you. So it was with open arms that I welcomed him back onto the bed when he returned from washing his prick, now looking on the limp side as it swung about as he came into my arms for a kiss.
We later went down on each other to suck and chew on our respective cock heads and even later, fucked one another again and it must have been well after four in the morning before we fell asleep, both sucking on each other like babies with dummies in their mouths.
Both bleary eyed in the morning, trying to revive ourselves under the shower before getting dressed for helping down in the kitchen after breakfast in the preparing of our last lunch at the college for we would be leaving just after this.
It didn’t take long to pack our few things away and spent longer in the saying of our goodbye to each other under the mistletoe. We’d already noted each other’s phone number and I promised to ring and tell him when to arrive at my home for my birthday party on the following day.
We said our goodbyes to the teachers and thanked them and so, with our diplomas safely tucked away in out suitcases, we left Derwent College for the last time to go home, looking forward to a good future.
*
Mum and dad were at home when I arrived, their school year having just finished too. They were over the moon at me telling them that I came joint first in our year and this pleased them no end and thought that the cost of the past two years well worth the fee paid. Along with the diploma there was a letter that roughly said that I showed enormous talent and flair for cooking and achieving one of the highest points in my subsequent examination, which would be good as a reference as one could get for obtaining a job.
Mum insisted that she cook dinner that night and so it made a change to relax in her doing this once again. It was over the meal that I was asked the question of where did I think of applying for a job? Now Rosie and I had discussed this in depth and it was what we had come up with that I now told my parents.
I told them more in depth of the person I had shared a room with at the college, calling Rosie by his proper name, Georges, saying that he was half French and that his surname was Roznoir which mother picked up on straight away.
‘Roznoir! Rose black, the black rose,’ she said, turning to dad for his benefit.
‘Yes. That’s as far as his family could trace him back. To Agincourt where he was a knight with that on his shield,’ I told them. ‘Well, he and I would like to stay and work together but to start with an agency rather than tie ourselves to one particular hotel or restaurant. It would give us time to see exactly how hotel kitchens were run before making any final decision. It would mean us moving closer into London to be able to get to any hotel or other place in quick time to act as a replacement or something along those lines.’
‘Aiming higher than an hotel or restaurant here in Harrow then?’ my dad asked, in not a really well concealed touch of sarcasm.
‘With all due respect to what there is in Harrow, I know that I can prepare meals better than what they offer. Yes, I am aiming higher but not as high as the Ritz or Savoy as yet, but have other ideas along with Ro....Georges. We want to work together and save up enough to start our own restaurant, somewhere in London where the money is. We’re both good chefs and just know that we would make a success of it.’
I flopped back in my chair having said my piece and waited for the inevitable come-backs which weren’t long in coming, mostly from my dad. These I fielded as best I could and waited until he’d come to a halt.
‘Look! It’s my twenty first in two weeks time and I have invited Georges to come and celebrate with us and I’ll get him to see to our Sunday dinner and you can then see that he is as good as I am in this line of work.’
There was more but I waited until I knew that mum was on my side before bringing up the subject of being lent enough money to be able to pay three months rent on a flat somewhere in South London.
‘Okay,’ from dad. ‘When you’ve paid back the loan for this rent, how will you save enough for a restaurant?’ was his reply
‘Well it’s obvious that we will eat where we work and then only have to pay the rent and electric. We will survive and will save the wages paid to us, that I can assure you,’ I said, and then the subject was dropped and not brought up again until Rosie was with us.
The fortnight flew by and a table had been reserved at the best restaurant that Harrow could provide and I’d already phoned Rosie and agreed to meet him at Harrow station on the Friday afternoon.
I was there on time and didn’t mind that he was fifteen minutes late for it’s difficult to be precise with the underground’s timetables. We both smiled as he came through and I could see in his eyes that he would have liked to kiss me as much as I had wanted to, but we settled for a hug in our greeting. There were always two taxis waiting outside of the station and so it wasn’t long before we were at my home and led him inside.
‘Mum, dad, meet Georges, my roommate at the college.’
‘Welcome to our home Georges,’ mum said and was flattered when he took her hand and kissed it in the Gaelic fashion and thanked her for the welcome in French. I’d already told him that she was a French teacher at her school as well as being French herself, and I saw that it went down rather well and that drew her closer to my side in the argument about me moving into a flat with him. He shook dad’s hand and thanked him in English before I said that I would show him where his room was. This I did and couldn’t wait until we were inside.
‘This is the welcome I wanted to give you at the station,’ I said as I took him into my arms and we kissed. Rather a long one and it nearly drove me mad for I wanted to there and then, strip off his clothes and have sex, but held back. I showed him where the bathroom and toilet were and which was my room, but whispered that it would be in his that I would spend the nights.
Mum helped me prepare the dinner for that evening, leaving Rosie alone with dad for him to question Rosie about that I had stated what the pair of us wanted for our future. Mum was now definitely on my side and now it was up to Rosie to get dad in coming over as it were. This wasn’t apparent until the following day.
Dinner was great that evening and it wasn’t long before Rosie tried to hide a fake yawn that I jumped in and apologised for talking too much and said that it was time for bed. We said our goodnights and upstairs, I whispered to Rosie that I would have to wait until my parents had settled down before going to his room which he accepted.
It was close on an hour before I could slip out of bed and put on a dressing gown and go along to where Rosie was. He was awake and threw back the bed covers as I dropped my dressing gown and got into bed and into his arms for a welcome kiss.
Boy, did we suck and fuck that night? Not half, and I didn’t dare go to sleep in his bed as it was close on three o’clock and it wouldn’t look good if I was seen in the morning, coming out of his room, so at least I got a few hours sleep in my own room.
‘Many Happy Returns of the Day!’ was the greeting I got from the three when I turned up downstairs in the morning for it was now the 12 th of August. I sat down to breakfast and opened my cards and thanked them and it was with a shy smile that Rosie pushed a small wrapped gift across to me. I opened it and saw that he had given me a lovely silver bracelet with Nicky inscribed on it, the name we only used in bed when we were together. I thanked him and then noticed that it was also inscribed on the inside which I didn’t show my parents for it read, With love, Rosie.
I would loved to have kissed him, but patted his hand instead as I thanked him. I then looked expectantly at mum and dad, waiting to see what they had bought me for my birthday. Dad gave a little cough and then passed across to me, an envelope.
‘Your mother and I spoke last night and having now met Georges, thought that this would suffice as your birthday present.’
I looked at mum who nodded with a big smile on her face as I then opened the envelope and took out a cheque and gasped, for it was made out to me for five thousand pounds. I jumped up as I passed cheque across to Rosie and gave first mum a kiss and then dad, it being down in the Gaelic fashion by being on both cheeks as I thanked them.
Rosie was all smiles as he handed the cheque back to me, now knowing that I had got half of the rent money and it was now up to him to get the other half.
It was a gay day and the dinner that night was good though both of us knew that we could turn out a better meal, but as we hadn’t had to cook it, it passed muster. It was good that we had taken a taxi there for we were quite in our cups when it was time to leave having consumed quite a bit of alcohol. It didn’t stop me from later going off to Rosie’s room for him to give me another present and had to laugh when he pulled the covers off of himself to find that he’d tied a big red ribbon round the base of his erection. I loved both the thought and his cock which he then served up to me and I thoroughly enjoyed being given this big present.
I only stayed there long enough to give him the same back, loving to fuck this love of mine in my own home and couldn’t really wait until we had a place of our own to make love whenever we felt like it.
Rosie showed his expertise in giving us a lovely lunch the following day, it being now Sunday and thanked him for being a proper gentleman while in my home and we again fucked each other with me not leaving his room until the early hours of the morning.
He thanked mum and dad the following morning and said that he had never had such a lovely weekend and I saw him off at the station and promised to be at his home in a fortnight’s time.
*
When it came round, it was almost a replica of the time he stayed at my home, convincing his father about how we would work together and achieve our aim of getting our own restaurant. I said replica because I too passed across a gift that was a silver bracelet too with Georges inscribed on the outside and Love from Nicky on the inside. With him telling his parents of how I had received a cheque for five thousand pounds as my birthday gift, he too received the same as he was wished a Happy Birthday.
I think it’s pointless for me to say that it was him that came to my room on those three nights for us to make love to each other in the only way two males can, by the sucking of each other’s organ before having said organ thrust up into our back passage to give us both the thrill in the giving and receiving of such a wonderful weapon.
Farewells were said on the Monday morning but instead of him seeing me off at the station, joined me as we now were out hunting for a flat that we would call our home to live, sleep and make love in.
We left our suitcases in luggage lockers at Waterloo station and went flat hunting without seeing one that we liked on that first day. So we spent the night in a small hotel that wasn’t very good but at least it had a bed to which we fell into and spent our first night away from anybody else and made pigs of ourselves in having sex both in the bed, on the floor and even having each other next morning in the bath.
We had to have a place quite close to the station for us to get around or across London quite quickly and it wasn’t until the afternoon and with a different estate agent, found one that suited us in both location, size and rental costs.
It was a two bedroom flat, furnished and ready for occupancy and so we agreed, and back at the agency, signed the agreement form and paid three months rent in advance and moved in that evening. It was by then, getting late and so we went and bought a Chinese take-away and ate our first meal in our new home, together.
Though it had two bedrooms, we would only be using one of them unless we had visitors and then we would have to make the other look as though it was in use. So it was into what would be our room and it was almost a tease parade as we slowly undressed to show bare flesh as if for the first time to each other.
He thought it amusing when I turned him round and went down on my knees and kissed both cheeks of his bum but not when I went and stuck a finger up his arse. That made him jump and quickly turn round which was what I wanted for I now had his erection in front of my eyes and just ready for me to take into my mouth. Which I did and got a big sigh from him.
‘Not too much Nicky,’ he said. ‘Let’s put it where it likes to go.’ Well it was where I wanted it to go too, so I let his throbbing cock slip out of my mouth and quickly got onto the bed, unmade as yet, and went up onto my knees as I felt him get on the bed behind me.
Oh what bliss it was to feel his cock head touch my entrance before he pushed his way inside me. Having it once again, pulsating inside as he soothed and smoothed the wrinkles out of, not only the canal, but my mind as well. I loved this man behind me and giving me the thrill of his moving hard piece of flesh as he fucked me till he came, filling my backside with his semen.
I gave out the usual cry at the loss I felt with him pulling out to go and wash himself for we hadn’t even stopped to unpack our suitcases to find the condoms there.
He gave me a kiss on the lips first before moving down and taking the head of my, now really paining cock head, into his mouth to give me some sucks and also to help in the lubrication before letting me go and assuming the right position for me to now fuck him.
How lovely to feel the inner heat of his body as my cock slid into his backside, having it compressed to feel it being gripped all round as I slowly began to move myself in our fucking mode. But this time, I leaned heavily on his rear end and made him collapse onto the bed so that I could lay my full weight on his back. He gave out a grunt as I landed on him and got my hands up under his armpits to grasp his shoulders and this was to give me grip as I began to ram myself up into him. God it was lovely to hear him grunting at every forward push into him and then to get his squeals of delight as he felt my sperm shoot up into him.