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  My dick was pressing insistently against my boxer shorts and dying for release. I was looking at his lips and imagining them around my cock. “You can show me anything you like.” I whispered back.

  He smiled, “Take me to your bedroom.” He said, standing up and holding his hand out.

  I took his offered hand and allowed him to lead me to my own bedroom. Fuck. This really was hotter than hot.

  He pulled me into the bedroom. Physically, it was obvious that if I chose to, I could totally throw him around and be the dominant one of the pair of us – but I simply wasn’t that way inclined and quite liked a bossy partner in bed. Franz, it would appear, was what I’d been looking for my whole life and he was bossy with a capital B...

  He smiled at me. “Get your clothes off.” He said in a sexy drawl.

  I couldn’t strip fast enough. Stood in front of him without a stitch on, I didn’t feel any embarrassment that he was still dressed fully – as it was obvious that he liked what he saw. “Fuck,” he whispered, looking me up and down, his eyes settling on my crotch.

  “Do you like what you see?” I asked.

  He nodded. “I do.” He murmured, “ I really do. But there’s one problem.”

  I frowned, beginning to feel a little less confident about my body. Didn’t he like my tattoos? My piercings? What? I swallowed, “What?” I asked.

  He grinned, “You’re naked and I’m not.” He said, “You need to help get me out of my clothes.”

  I grinned. I was a little slow on the uptake today, clearly. “Ah,” I said, “I’m catching on...”

  He chuckled, “I’m glad to hear it – I was beginning to think you were losing interest in me.”

  I shook my head, “Never.” I whispered. I was so obviously smitten with him that I was terrified he’d be frightened off. But right now, he didn’t seem frightened off at all – in fact, he seemed to be totally turned on if that erection his boxer shorts was anything to go by. I was thrilled. He really wanted me.

  Once I’d got him naked, I didn’t quite know what to do about it. Did I leave it to him to take the lead?

  “What do you want me to do?” I asked.

  He licked his lips, “Well, obviously I want you to kiss me.”

  I nodded, “Of course.”

  He smiled, “And then I want you to get your lube – and your condoms.”

  My dick definitely quivered at his words. God he was sexy. I nodded, “Okay.”

  “And then I want you to lie back on the bed with your legs together.” He grinned, “I want to ride you.”

  I grinned back at him. “I thought you were gonna fuck my brains out.”

  He nodded, “Oh, baby – I am.” He said, “You’re gonna come like you’ve never come before.”

  Fuck. He was sexy... Bring it on.

  He wasn’t kidding. I was coming so hard, I could see stars, “Oh, my God!” I yelled, my hands on his either sides of his hips as I slammed him down on my cock again and again.

  “Harder!” he shouted, “Again!”

  Fuck me, I was exhausted. He really was making me do all the work from where I was lying on my back – but it was fucking awesome and I couldn’t keep my eyes off his cock that was bouncing tantalisingly in front of my eyes with each thrust.

  “Wanna make you come too.” I gasped as I tried my best to keep my orgasm from taking over me.

  He shook his head, “Not until you’ve come.” He said through gritted teeth, “I’ve got plans for you, baby.”

  I grinned. He must have wanted me to suck him. Fine. I could do that.... I let my orgasm absorb me into its overwhelming pleasure. Fuuckk. Nothing, nothing had ever felt so damned good. I was a sweaty mess, panting and breathing hard as I started to come down from my high.

  He gingerly eased himself off me. I went to get up to remove the condom from my softening cock but he pushed me back down and expertly slid it off me without spilling a drop. My God, was he some sort of gigolo? Holy shit – surely not? I mean, he totally could have been. I knew nothing about him – and he hadn’t wanted to tell me how many guys he’d been with before... Did that bother me? A little maybe... but it excited me more.

  He came back in the room. “Ready for my cock now, baby?” he said.

  I nodded, licking my lips in anticipation. I was dying to suck him off.

  He grinned, “I doubt that.” He murmured, “But you’re gonna fucking love it.”

  *

  Oh my God. He didn’t want me to suck him... He’d been saving the best till last and he really had fucked my brains out. He had far more stamina than any other guy I’d ever been with. He’d totally taken charge of my cock inside him – and then he proceeded to absolutely own me with his own cock inside me. And fuck. I’d never had better...

  To be fair, I’d rarely bottomed, usually finding the guys I was interested in just didn’t want it – all of them assuming that I was a confident top – which, you know, I guess I was since that was all I was used to – I just really liked being fucked by a guy with a decent sized dick that made me feel full. I wasn’t really into being the one doing all the work. Although tonight... well, that had been awesome. He’d totally told me what to do...

  Maybe it wasn’t about being the one on top. Maybe, just maybe, I could be anything he wanted me to be – as long as my confident guy was telling me what he wanted.

  We’d both had a shower and were now cuddled up in his bed. We were in the spare room since my sheets were no longer clean enough to sleep on and I couldn’t be bothered to change them right now. I was cuddling him. I was an awesome big spoon to his little spoon.

  “Are you okay?” I asked.

  He snuggled back against me, his naked body feeling absolutely delicious against my equally as naked skin. “I’m fabulous.” He sighed. “What about you? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

  I kissed the back of his neck. The truth was that I was feeling a little tender – but I’d loved every second of him being inside me and I wasn’t going to let a little discomfort for a day or two stop me having fun with the man of my dreams. “No,” I assured him, “You didn’t hurt me – you exhausted me,” I chuckled, “but in a really, really good way.”

  He chuckled too, “You were incredible.” He murmured, stroking my arm, “Absolutely incredible.”

  I sighed happily. I hadn’t felt peace like this in years – if ever, “Let’s go to sleep.” I murmured.

  He turned his head and kissed me quickly, “Yeah, let’s,” he whispered, “Night, sweetie.”

  Chapter 13 – Simon’s call...

  Buzz

  A couple of days later, I was browsing the internet for a really nice looking dish that I could recreate for Franz and I to have at the weekend, when my phone buzzed on the table next to me. I looked at the screen to see who it was. I smiled as I saw the picture of Simon’s grinning face that I had saved for his contact. I picked it up, “Hey, Simon,” I said cheerily, “Whassup?”

  “Can you come over?” he asked.

  I frowned, “Over where?” I asked, my blood running cold. He couldn’t seriously be expecting me to go back to Mum and Dad’s place?

  “Dad’s ill.” He said flatly, “And I think you should come and see him.”

  My frown deepened, “What’s wrong with him?” I asked suspiciously.

  Simon sighed, “I don’t know – he’s got some sort of infection that won’t clear up – so, will you come?”

  I sighed, “I’ll see what I’m doing later.” I cut the call. Why the fuck should I go? He’d never bothered to see if I was okay in all these years...

  Zac was sitting behind me. He was never far away, but he was incredible at reading my mood and always seemed to appear when I needed him most. “Hey, boy.” I said and he whimpered and wagged his tail, trotting over to me and pushing his nose into my hand. “Shall we go for a walk?”

  His tail wagged even harder and he gave a little bark.

  I laughed. “Come on, then, boy.” I grabbed my jacket and shoved my boots on. Pulling my beanie hat down low over my ears, I picked up Zac’s lead and clipped it onto his collar, “Let’s find your ball and go to the park.”

  We hadn’t gone far when I heard someone shouting my name. I turned and my heart did a little flip-flop in my chest. Franz...

  He ran across the road and looked up at me. His beautiful eyes made me want to just stand and stare at him all damned day. I sighed. How could anyone be so beautiful? “I thought it was you.” He beamed up at me and then bent to fuss Zac, “Hello, beautiful boy.” He said, rubbing his head and scratching him behind his ears, making his tail thump hard against my leg.

  Zac sat down, enjoying the attention, his tail still thumping against the floor in a steady beat.

  “What are you doing?” I asked, “Are you on your way to uni?” I could totally walk with him...

  He shook his head, “Nah, I don’t have any lectures today. I was just going to head over to do my Christmas shopping for the folks.” He grinned at me, “But I’m open to suggestions.”

  He fluttered his eyelashes at me flirtatiously, his glorious hazel eyes shining a beautiful amber in the weak morning sunshine and making my dick start to take far too much of an interest for where we were and making me smile. He was fucking adorable. “Come on then.” I said, “I just needed a little air. I have to decide whether to go and see my dad or not...” It was too much information for our fledging romance but what the fuck? If my family life was too much drama for my beautiful little drama student, then that was too bad.

  As usual, though, I was being pessimistic and presumptuous and Franz proved himself to be far more worldly and intuitive than I ever had any chance of becoming. He pulled a face, “The fam not a fan of us queers, huh?”

  I shrugged, “Well, they s
eem fond enough of my brother and he’s every bit as queer as I am – I guess they just don’t like me.” It really was the only explanation, hurtful as it was.

  He frowned, “Babe.” He said, taking hold of my hand with both of his, “I can’t believe that for one minute – what’s not to like about you?”

  I shrugged, feeling my face heating up and my eyes getting a little hot. I always started to feel emotional when I thought about the different way in which they’d treated me to Simon. It just wasn’t fair... “Dunno.” I kicked a pebble.

  He smiled up at me, “I’ll tell you what,’ he said stoutly, “Absolutely nothing.” I shrugged and he squeezed my hand, “Well, it’s entirely their loss.” He said with feeling.

  I nodded, “Yeah,” I did know that but it didn’t stop it from hurting even after all this time.

  “So how come they get along with your brother and not you, then?” he asked, keeping hold of my hand and falling into step beside me as naturally as if we’d been doing this our whole life.

  I shrugged, “Because I came out first?” I asked. I really had nothing concrete to base an answer on but deep inside, I strongly suspected that it was because Dad somehow thought it was a slight on his masculinity that he’d ended up siring a gay boy. He didn’t mind so much about Simon because he wasn’t responsible for his stepson turning out gay – he wasn’t his flesh and blood. He’d never come out and said it – but seriously, what other explanation was there?

  Franz frowned, “Yeah, it sucks when they can’t handle it, isn’t it? I was the only one that came out – but to be honest there’s no way my brothers would dare come out even if they were secretly gay after the way things went down when I confessed my sins to Mum and Dad...” He bit his lip as if he felt that he’d said too much.

  I winced. It wasn’t a fucking sin to be gay. It was just the way we were. No one had the right to tell us we were wrong for the way we felt. It wasn’t really like we had a choice in the matter. Some people were gay – people who thought the way my dad did just needed to stop being such bigoted twats and get over themselves...

  I guess I was overly sensitive about the way my dad had kicked me out. At least I hadn’t had to stick around and be persecuted for being gay like some of the guys I’d shared my experience with since but it was still fucking unfair of him for not trying to make things up with me again – particularly after accepting Simon for being gay – that was just so out of order.

  “So you’re going home this afternoon, then?” Franz asked.

  I shrugged, “I’m not sure.” I was shitting bricks at the idea of setting foot back in that house...

  He reached up and stroked my cheek softly with his fingertips. It was the lightest of touches, but I felt as if I was being warmed up. I closed my eyes briefly. He was everything I’d been looking for. Somehow or other he managed to make everything make sense. “Let’s go back to yours and you can think about it. You can always go tomorrow.”

  I nodded. I could... but as it turned out, I never did get around to it...

  Chapter 14 – Quentin’s news

  Franz

  It was a couple of weeks later and I’d just wandered into the campus coffee shop. Buzz and I had been spending a lot of time together, both alone and with his friends too, and my mind was full of him and how adorable he was and what I’d got planned for him tonight over at his place...

  “Franz! Over here!” Quentin stood up in the middle of the room and waved me over.

  I grinned and went over to him, “Hey, Quentin, how’s it going?”

  He smiled, “Quite well, actually.” He said, smiling mysteriously.

  I raised an eyebrow, “Oh, yeah?” I asked. Quentin’s set up at home was odd to say the least. As far as I could work out, he lived with some older guy that wasn’t related to him and yet seemed, to me at least, to control his whole life. He’d paid for Quentin to go to university, so he couldn’t be all bad, but Quentin was young – he was only twenty – he needed a better life than going home to ‘Daddy’ every night.

  So if Quentin had managed to meet a guy while he was on a night out – then good for him – I was fucking delighted for him.

  He smiled, “Yeah.” He said, “Me and the guys went out the other night.”

  I nodded. I already knew that because Buzz had told me he’d seen them. I’d had to catch up with a bit of studying and I’d gone over to Buzz’s later on so I was there when he got home. “And?”

  He smiled, looking very boyish, “There’s this dancer at the club – he’s kind of cool – we got talking...”

  I nodded, “And?” I repeated, getting a little impatient.

  He shrugged, “And he’s really nice.” He said, with a smile that said a thousand words. Bless him. He wasn’t exactly what you could ever call forthcoming but right now I could see that this guy, whoever he was, had really made an impression on him. God, I hoped he was going to be good for him... and I sincerely hoped the guy he lived with wouldn’t give him a hard time over it.

  “Are you going to see him again? Go for drinks with him or something?”

  He shrugged, “I don’t think Arthur would like that.” He muttered.

  I raised an eyebrow. Maybe not, but he could hardly complain if he wasn’t prepared to make their relationship status anything more substantial that tenant and landlord... I hoped I wasn’t about to alienate my best friend, “Can I ask you something?” I asked.

  He looked at me and shrugged, “Yeah, okay.”

  I took a deep breath. He might not like this line of questioning... “What exactly is Arthur to you?”

  He looked at me. His smile was gone and his defences were right back up where they’d always been about Arthur. “That’s not something I’m really comfortable talking about.” He said quietly.

  I put my hands up, “Sorry.” I said, “Ignore me. I’ve overstepped the mark.”

  He sighed and shook his head, “No, it’s okay.” He said, “Arthur’s kind of my... guardian, I guess.”

  I frowned, “Kind of?”

  He nodded and shrugged, “He took me in a few years back. I was in a bad way. I’d run away from home and I was on the streets. His car almost ran me over and he got out, took one look at me and took me in.”

  I nodded, frowning, “And then what happened? Did he contact your parents?”

  Quentin looked down at the floor, “No.” he said, “He offered, of course – but I didn’t want to go back to them.” He visibly shuddered.

  I raised an eyebrow, “But you surely must have been underage?”

  He shrugged, “Yeah, I was. I was fourteen. I didn’t want to go back home. Dad was an abusive man.”

  I swallowed. This was heavy stuff. “And Arthur wasn’t?”

  He shook his head and smiled, “Arthur has always been wonderful. And my relationship with him isn’t about sex... I love him – it’s just... complicated.”

  Okay... I smiled at him, “I just want you to be happy, Quentin. Is Arthur more a father to you than your own dad?”

  He frowned as he thought about the question. He shrugged his shoulders, “Yeah. I guess. He cares a lot about me. I know that... I wanted him to be more, but he’s always held back. I feel...” he bit his lip and his eyes filled with tears.

  I thought I could see the problem. He was starved of affection. Whatever his relationship was with this Arthur guy, it wasn’t exactly loving and comforting. Not exactly the healthiest way to be brought up. Then again, neither was your mother trying to get you to become a priest and to try to guilt trip the gay out of you when you refused...

  Pushing the thoughts of my crazy mother to the back of my mind where they belonged – in a padlocked box – I leaned in and gathered him into a big hug, “Hey, maybe you should talk to Arthur – tell him how you feel.” I was floundering. I had no idea what Arthur was like. If he was even the type to talk about feelings – and I’d guess not if they hadn’t had that conversation in the last six years...