The Retreat

by Heather Mar-Gerrison

  I looked at myself in the mirror, “Okay, buddy,” I said to myself, “It’s as easy as ABC, be assertive, be brave and be confident.”

  Teasing my hair into a bit of a messy style, I gave myself a critical once over. I looked as good as I was ever going to look. I’d got some new shower gel so I knew I smelled good all over and I was wearing my favourite cologne. I couldn’t be any better a version of myself as I was right then.

  I went downstairs to wait for him.

  He didn’t disappoint. He came to the door, managing to still looking absolutely ravishing even if he was only wearing a pair of slightly too big black jeans which made me wonder if he’d lost weight since he’d bought them or if he just didn’t have a clue how to dress sexily, and a navy polo shirt. It didn’t actually matter about the jeans. The overall effect was still incredibly pleasing. “Oh, wow.” He said, looking me up and down appreciatively, “You look stunning.”

  I smiled up at him, “Thank you.”

  He gathered me into his arms for a hug. I snuggled into his broad chest. We did a lot of this, which was absolutely lovely – I just wanted more. I looked up at him as he went to pull away slightly, “What?” I asked as he looked at me with a bit of funny look on his face, “What’s the matter?” Oh, God. He was going to tell me he couldn’t do this anymore. This was the end – even before it had begun…

  He therefore shocked the hell out of me when he said, “I really want to kiss you, Dylan. Can I? Can I kiss you?”

  I was so shocked I couldn’t actually speak. I managed to nod my head.

  He smiled and lowered his face to mine. He captured my lips in his and really kissed me like he meant it. I melted into him. Oh, God. This is what I’m talking about! It was everything I wanted in a kiss and then some. I parted my lips naturally as the kiss deepened. His tongue stroked against mine as if it had always been meant to.

  I groaned as my hands found their way up to his hair and I tangled my fingers in it. Pulling him closer to me, I opened my mouth wider to allow him greater access to me. He responded by pressing me up against the wall and licking into my mouth, his hot breath mingling with my own. Oh, God. He was so damned sexy.

  Finally, we broke apart. I looked up at him. His hair was mussed and his lips were plump and shiny. “Oh, wow.” He said, “That was some kiss.”

  I smiled at him, feeling breathless and slightly dizzy with desire. “Still want to go out?” I asked, “Or shall we, uh…?”

  His eyes widened with surprise at my obvious hint at us making out all night instead of going out, “Oh…”

  I shook my head, “Forget it.” I said, turning away from him and willing my erection to dissipate but losing the battle quite spectacularly – it really wasn’t going anywhere.

  Nathan grabbed my arm, “Wait a minute, Dylan.” He said, “I’m sorry that I’m being so useless about all this – I’m really trying but I’ve been fighting the way I feel for so long that I just don’t know how to…” he trailed off, looking miserable and red in the face.

  “Give in to your natural desires?” I offered.

  He shrugged and nodded, “I guess.” He said.

  I nodded. “Well, if you never give it a try…”

  He smiled, “I know.” He said, “I just wanted to take you out first, though – if that’s okay with you?”

  I nodded, “Just give me a minute.” I said, “I’m not exactly decent for the public yet.”

  He grinned and raised his eyebrows, “I had noticed.” He said, “And I’m kind of suffering from the same thing.”

  My heart rate took off at a gallop, “I could help you with that.” Hell, my mouth was watering at the thought of getting him in my mouth…

  He looked at me blankly, “In what way?” he asked.

  I looked at him. Was he actually serious? He didn’t know what I was talking about? “Well, you know.” I said, glancing at his crotch and then back up at his face, “I could maybe give you a hand… or something…” I couldn’t help it. I licked my lips.

  His blank look changed instantly. He grinned, his eyes twinkling, “What did you have in mind – exactly?”

  I grinned back at him, “Come on up to my bedroom and maybe I’ll show you.” I said, grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the stairs.

  Nathan

  “Have a seat.” Dylan purred, pushing me down onto his love seat under the window of his very stylish and surprisingly masculine room.

  I sat down and watched him as he straightened his duvet cover and then he came and sat down next to me. He turned to me, “So,” He said, “How do feel about me sucking you off?”

  I blinked. Wow. He was direct.

  “Uh…”

  “You’ll like it, right?” he asked.

  I nodded. Who wouldn’t? “Sure.” I managed to choke out. I really couldn’t believe he was serious but he was – deadly serious.

  He let out a little growl, “Then let me at you.”

  He dropped to his knees in front of me and looked up at me, “Shall I undo your jeans?” he asked.

  I blinked and then shook my head, “Uh, no. I’ll do it.” I said.

  I undid my button and zip with slightly shaky hands and pushed my jeans and my boxer shorts down to my thighs. My cock stood up proudly, rock hard and red, the head purple and oozing a little pre-come.

  “Oh, my God.” Dylan breathed, “You’re so beautiful.

  I blinked again. Beautiful? I hardly thought so in comparison to him.

  He leaned forward and nuzzled his face against my cock. I sucked in a gasp. Wow. No one had ever done that to me before. Sophie had given me head a few times but she’d never relished it. Nothing like this…

  I watched in fascination as he licked me from root to tip and then his lips closed over the head of my cock and I was enveloped in the wet heat of his beautiful mouth.

  I wasn’t prepared for the way he totally got into what he was doing. He was humming and moaning around my cock and I realised that the hand that wasn’t holding me in place was actually working his own cock. Fuck, that was sexy. I’d not even seen him undo his jeans.

  Dylan

  Nathan’s cock was everything I expected it to be and then some. Delicious and long and thick – and oh, so hard. Fuck. I could have stayed in all night just sucking him.

  I undid my jeans and freed my own cock from my boxer shorts. I needed a little relief. Sucking Nathan was making my own dick incredibly hard and my balls were aching with the need to come.

  I started to deep-throat Nathan and worked my cock at the same time. I was going to make him come – and I was going to come myself.

  I groaned around his cock. It was so damned satisfying, sucking a cock that was so hard – hard for me.

  He put a hand on my shoulder, “Dylan.” he managed to whisper out a groan, “I’m close.”

  That spurred me on even more. I took him as deeply into my throat as I could and worked my cock even more. The first spurt of come from Nathan was hot and hit me right in the back of the throat. I swallowed it down and then pressed my tongue against his shaft as I held him in place, sucking and licking around him as he emptied himself into me. God. It was amazing sucking his cock. I just wanted more and more.

  Finally, he had nothing left to give me and I slipped my mouth off him. My hand was covered in spunk.

  I looked up at Nathan, who was sitting, looking a little shell-shocked. “Are you okay?” I asked as I wiped my hand on a wet-wipe.

  He nodded, “Uh-huh.” He managed, “It was amazing.”

  “Do you want to go out now?” I asked.

  He nodded, “If you still want to go out.” He said, “I thought we could go for something to eat.”

  I grinned, “Well, I’ve had my starter already.” I said with a wink, “So just a main for me.”

  Nathan chuckled, “You’re such a handful.” He said.

  Chapter 13 – Falling in love

  Dylan

  We’d been dating for a few weeks and I was blissf
ully happy. Nathan was beginning to embrace his newfound sexuality and wasn’t quite so terrified of everything anymore.

  I was still very much the initiator of sex but once I’d loosened him up a little, he was up for pretty much anything I suggested.

  “Fancy me fingering you?” I asked, my heart in my mouth. Was that a step too far? We’d been naked together a few times, rutted against each other and indulged in a little frotting while kissing. I sucked him off every time we had a date, which he was totally up for but he hadn’t reciprocated yet. I got the feeling he’d like to – but like everything else, he was a little scared of it.

  He looked up at me, his dark eyes looking even darker as he lay back on my bed, completely naked with his cock resting on his belly, soft and still wet from my mouth. “I think I’d rather finger you.” He said.

  My heart leapt. He was actually going to take part in touching me!

  “Okay.” I said excitedly, “Where would you like me?”

  He shrugged helplessly, “I have no idea.” He said, beginning to look a little less interested, “Where would you normally be if a guy was fingering you?”

  I ran my hands up his legs and then crawled on top of him, straddling his thighs, my cock proudly sticking out in front of me, “I could ride you instead.” I said. “I think you’d like that better.”

  “Fuck.” He groaned, “Yes. I think I would.”

  I smiled and reached for my jeans, “I have everything we need.” I said, “Let me show you what I can do for you.”

  I got a condom out of my jeans pocket and a sachet of lube.

  I opened the sachet of lube and squeezed some out onto my fingers, “I’m going to lube myself up for you.” I said, “Unless you’d rather do it for me?”

  He looked up at me, unsure of himself, “Um…”

  I shook my head, “It’s fine.” I said, “You can just watch me.”

  Truth be known, I was actually getting off on it to finger myself in front of him. It was turning me on watching his soft cock lengthening and thickening before my eyes. He was definitely turned on.

  I smiled at him as I finger-fucked myself, “I think that’s enough.” I finally said, “Now I’ll just put this condom on you – and then you can fuck me.”

  Nathan closed his eyes and groaned when I took hold of his cock in my hand and worked him a little before sliding the condom over his length.

  I raised myself up and rubbed his cock along my crease before I lined him up against my hole and pressed down.

  I didn’t want to rush things. If Nathan thought this was the way I’d push my cock inside him, he might be more willing to have a go – because I couldn’t deny that as much as I loved bottoming, I really wanted to top him if he was up for it.

  Nathan

  Holy fucking hell. I was actually fucking a guy – but not just any guy. Dylan. Well, to be honest, he was doing all the hard work and I was just the horse being ridden but still – it was absolutely amazing. He was so tight it was unbelievable.

  I looked up at him as he worked himself on my cock, sliding up and down me, the muscles in his legs and his stomach working and his beautiful long cock bouncing around, dripping pre-come onto my stomach. I wanted to suck his cock so much. I was definitely going to have to do that before much longer.

  I could feel the start of a new orgasm building even though I’d only shot my load down his throat a few minutes earlier. This was intense. I’d never been able to get another erection in the same evening with Sophie, never mind come twice. In all honesty, it was difficult enough to maintain my erection during sex… But now? Now I was about to fill the condom with my second load of the evening and I still felt like we could do it again.

  Dylan was fucking himself hard on my cock, his face the picture of utter bliss, “Oh, God.” He moaned, “I’m gonna come all over you, Nathan.”

  “Come.” I panted, “Come for me, Dylan.”

  He came all over my chest and my neck as I came hard inside him. “Oh, Christ!” I yelled as my cock exploded into the condom. I couldn’t believe that I’d come so hard again in such a short space of time.

  Dylan collapsed on top of me, my dick still buried in his arse. “Give me a second.” He murmured into my neck, “And I’ll clean us both up.”

  I kissed the side of his head, “You are amazing.” I murmured.

  After a minute, Dylan slid himself off my cock and padded off to the bathroom. He came back in with a wash-cloth for me to clean up my chest and my neck.

  He also took care of the condom and then climbed back in the bed next to me and curled up into my side, hooking a leg over mine and pressing his cock against my hip. “Did you enjoy yourself?” he purred.

  I nodded, “Incredible.” I murmured, “Fuck. I feel like I’ve just lost my virginity all over again – only this time it feels one hundred per cent right.”

  He beamed at me, “Really?” he asked.

  I nodded, “Yeah, really.” I said, “Can we do that again?”

  He nodded, “Of course.” He said.

  I hesitated. Should I ask him? Well, it was the only way he was ever going to know what I wanted… “Can I suck your cock?” I asked, “I really want to feel your cock in my mouth.”

  He smiled, “Now?” he asked.

  Well, it was as good a time as any. I nodded, “Now’s good.” I said.

  He scrambled to lie on his back, “I think it’ll be better for you to lean over me for this.” He said, “I could straddle your chest and feed you my cock – but you might feel like I’m going to thrust into your mouth and choke you – I never would do that but I want you to be fully confident.”

  I nodded, “Actually, I really fucking love the idea of you straddling my chest and shoving your cock in my mouth.” I admitted, “Would you do that?”

  Dylan grinned, “Fuck, yeah.” He said. “And you can finger me too if you like.”

  Well, I was in heaven. I had Dylan’s cock in my mouth, which felt like silk over steel and my fingers were caressing his entrance, circling it, making him squirm and push his cock a little further into my mouth every time I stroked over his puckered hole.

  I closed my eyes and lost myself a little in the sensations. My own cock was as hard as a rock again. Would Dylan want to go another round?

  “Baby?” I whispered, as I slipped a finger inside him, “Would you like me to fuck you again?”

  He grinned down at me and nodded, “I would love that.” He said.

  Chapter 14 – Doubts…

  Dylan

  I was on cloud nine. My boyfriend and I were having regular, fabulous sex – even if it was me who always seemed to be the one to start it off – and he was attentive and loving and everything was fine. Well, almost everything was fine. I still had niggling little doubts about our relationship though and as much as I tried to ignore them, they haunted me in the evenings after he’d gone home and I was alone.

  He’d never mentioned me meeting his family.

  He’d never taken me anywhere that I was likely to meet his friends or family.

  I was beginning to feel like his dirty little secret and the more I thought about it, the angrier I became about it.

  I was contemplating how I was going to broach the subject when I got a text. I looked down.

  “Get yourself a holdall ready with a couple of spare sets of clothes, deodorant, wet-wipes and plenty of condoms and lube – we’re going camping for the weekend #boardmasters #georgeezra.”

  “Oh my GOD!” I squealed as I read it. I sent a quick text back to him, “I love you!”

  A smiley face came back with three words, “Love you too.”

  Slinky jumped onto the bed to see what I was doing. I stroked him, “I’ll be back in a day or two, beautiful,” I said, “Mrs Jones from next door’s agreed to come in to feed you.”

  He purred. Slinky didn’t much care who came in to feed him but Mrs Jones spoiled him with tins of tuna. He pretty much loved everyone – but he was a total slut for a bit of
tuna…

  I was so excited to be going away for a weekend with my boyfriend, it never occurred to me that I might run into an ex while I was there.

  I was, therefore, horrified when we bumped into Lennox, who was accompanied by his very pregnant and uncomfortable-looking wife.

  I’d spotted him a few minutes earlier and had tried my best to steer Nathan away from where he was stood, but Lennox had spotted me too and he just had to make a beeline for us…

  “Dylan.” he shouted, “Hey, Dylan!”

  I groaned, “Keep moving.” I urged Nathan but he wasn’t having any of it. “Who’s shouting you?” he asked with a frown.

  “That would be Lennox.” I muttered, “The guy who I got the key back off.”

  Nathan’s eyes widened as he remembered the conversation we’d had a few weeks earlier, “Right.” He said, nodding as Lennox caught us up.

  “Who’s this?” Lennox asked, looking at Nathan with an annoyed expression.

  “This is Nathan,” I said stoutly. I was about to say he was my boyfriend but Lennox jumped in with another question.

  “What?” he asked, his eyes widening. “You’re a couple?”

  I was just about to say that yes, Nathan was my big, hunky boyfriend, when Nathan spoke up and all of my dreams were dashed. I was totally fooling myself into thinking that we could ever be a couple long-term.

  “Well, no.” Nathan said, “We’re really good mates – not that it’s any of your business what we are to each other – you clearly made your choice.” His eyes flickered to Amy’s stomach.

  Amy looked at him with a bit of a confused frown on his face. Oh, God. Lennox was about to be rumbled. I couldn’t be around to watch this. I pulled Nathan away, “Amy didn’t know anything about me.” I hissed, “Please. Don’t ruin things for her – she’s pregnant.”