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The Library Closes at Five O'clock

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By *rgeo OP   Man
1 week ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

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By *rgeo OP   Man
1 week ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

I knew he was a rent boy at first glance. Tall, thin and lanky, black joggers and jacket. A whiff of confirmed it as I walked past him into the toilets. The end cubicle was empty. I went in and locked the door. Ten seconds later I heard the main toilet door squeak open. I took a piss and came out to wash my hands. He was stood at the urinals, his back to me.

As the hand-drier was blowing off the water from my hands, he turned and smiled at me through the mirror above the sinks. A young, cheeky, scruffy face. Irresistible. Trouble.

Another man entered and stood next to him at the stalls. A middle-aged man with a shopping bag that he laid on the floor next to him while he pissed. I waited just a moment or two and exited back into the library. I was looking for a good crime novel - perhaps something by Simenon or Highsmith - something dark but honest.

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By *akedTradesmanMan
1 week ago

watford

Is there more

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By *arsit1Man
1 week ago

Lucan

Reminds me of myself when I was his age

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By *ountyGuy18Man
1 week ago

Leicester Groby Road

Any more?

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By *rgeo OP   Man
1 week ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

A week later and he was there again, the same place, waiting outside the toilets, but just a little later in the afternoon. It was busy at that time and people were coming and going into both sets of toilets. He followed in a guy with a red and white jacket and neither of them appeared for about fifteen minutes. The other man was middle-aged, balding, wearing glasses. Other people came and went but there was no sign of either of them. I sat at a table in the reading room, waiting for them. Eventually the older man came out of the toilet and carried on hurriedly in the direction of the main door.

I stood up and walked over to the door into the men’s toilets. It was quieter now. No-one else was in there except him and me. The cubicle doors were all open and he stood at the middle stall of the urinals. He turned to look at me and smiled again, just as he had the week before. He was even wearing the same clothes as before. The unmistakable scent of whatever it was he liked to smoke was very strong. I hesitated. I was not sure where to go next.

I washed my hands and then went over to stand next to him, at the stall furthest from the doorway. If someone else came in they wouldn’t see me until they had closed the door behind them.

“Busy here today,” I said. He remained silent but smiled and nodded. His hands were covering his private parts. I urinated and remained standing there.

“What do you charge?” I asked.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
1 week ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

He pretended to be puzzled, starting to play a game with me.

“What do you mean, mate?” he asked. His tone was slightly aggressive.

“That guy in the red and white jacket,” I said. “How much did he pay you?”

”Who are you?” he said, still aggrieved. He pushed everything back into his trousers and zipped himself. “Fuck you, mate!” He stormed off back into the library. I waited a few minutes and then followed behind, anxious to see where he might have gone.

Outside in the reading room, a few people sat about. There were one or two other people browsing the aisles. The girls at the desk were helping with some customer queries. He was nowhere to be seen. I guessed he had left. Although there were another three hours before closing time it was already starting to grow dark outside. There were heavy rain clouds passing over and everywhere felt gloomy and flat.

I went back to my table and sat down. I stayed there for the next thirty minutes, half reading a novel and half checking my phone for messages. The novel was about a wallet found in the street. The man returning the wallet to its rightful owner was not a very nice man. My phone messages concerned a party I was organising for a friend. It was their 70th birthday.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
1 week ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Two months passed before I saw him again. It was a very cold but very bright day in February. It was the middle of the afternoon and there were still traces of frost on the grassy area at the back of the library which never seemed to catch the sun. He caught my eye as I happened to look up at the clock. Fortunately, he didn’t see me. He was heading for the toilet. Today he wore a faded leather jacket, but he had on the same black joggers. For ten minutes, I watched the comings and goings as three or four men went in and out of the toilet. One of the older regulars, a chap called Colin, a passing acquaintance only, walked past and went off into the gents. A couple of other men went in and out after him, but I didn’t see Colin even after another twenty minutes. The rent boy himself had been in there now for over half-an-hour.

I cautiously opened the toilet door, expecting to see him at the urinal stall. There were some rustling noises from the end cubicle, the one furthest from the door. Colin came out and I could tell he was startled to see me. He coughed nervously, quickly washed his hands and left. The cubicle door from which he had emerged was closed. I pushed it carefully with one finger. It didn’t move.

I went over to the urinals and stood there waiting. After a minute or so he came out of the cubicle and looked over at me. At first he smiled and started to walk towards me, but on recognising me he frowned suspiciously and made to wash his hands as quickly as he could.

“Don’t go,” I said. “I want to ask you something.”

“Fuck off!” he shouted viciously.

The door opened and a member of staff came in. He looked around and spotted me.

“Everything alright, George?” he asked. He was the lad who worked in the archive department. He must have heard the raised voice.

“Fine thanks,” I said. “How are you?” I pretended nothing had happened and that we were now just passing the time of day.

“Thought I heard something,” said the lad.

The rent boy had washed his hands and was drying them by shaking his hands. The hand-drier was out of order and the replacement paper towels had run out.

“I’ll go fetch some more paper towels,” said the lad. He was about 20 years old, about the same age as the rent boy. He turned back into the library and disappeared.

I zipped up my pants. He was still there eyeing me suspiciously.

“So how much did Colin give you today?” I asked, nodding my head towards the end cubicle. “Twenty? Thirty?” I remembered that they had been there for quite a long time. “Fifty pounds?”

I wanted to say to him, “You’re very beautiful when you’re angry,” but thought better of it. He glared at me and shook his head.

“Go fuck yourself!” he whispered.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
1 week ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

He came back a week later. Always, it was on a Friday that he appeared. Maybe he worked the rest of the week. Anyway, I was waiting for him. This time he spotted me and stopped in his tracks. I was sitting at a different place and he had to walk past me to get to the toilets. He looked a little smarter this time, as though he had taken some trouble over his appearance. I looked closely at him and realised that he had shaved off the stubble from his face. His hair was neater too. The same clothes as the week before though. I wondered how often he washed those jogging bottoms and I felt a pang of desire at the thought of what he might smell like. He hesitated, not knowing what to do. He turned and headed back the way he had come. Instead of leaving he turned to the left and went into the section which housed the non-fiction material. Probably looking for a book on Oriental philosophy, I mused. I was determined to have him.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
1 week ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

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By *rgeo OP   Man
1 week ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

From just looking at his face, I could work out in my mind the exact contours of the rest of his body, the amount of hair on him, the shape of his chest and stomach, the size of him - everything was clear to me. I had been imagining it all carefully for the last three months. I even knew what he might taste and smell like in every intimate part of his body, from his hair down to in-between his toes. Many evenings were spent like this, in thrall to an image I couldn’t shake off. He was so beautiful to me in my own mind that I began to feel not only a deep need for him but a great unfathomable anger too. I resented him for making me feel this way. The part of me that wanted him so badly also wanted to punish him and make him suffer for the torment that he was inflicting upon me.

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By *akedTradesmanMan
1 week ago

watford

Please continue

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By *uncan48Man
1 week ago

South Northants

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

As I knew he would, about fifteen minutes later he came over and sat down opposite me. I put down my book and looked at him. I was halfway through a novel about a man who stole money from his employer in order to spend time in a brothel once a week.

He was staring back at me with a truculent expression. He was waiting for an excuse to get annoyed.

"You could have made a fortune at Christmas," I told him. I lowered my voice as there were other people nearby. "A friend turned seventy and I paid for someone to sleep with him. They got £500."

He blinked as it sank in. He looked at me again but this time he was scrutinising my appearance, calculating my worth. This time he saw the clothes I was wearing, my shoes, my glasses, my watch. He evaluated each item separately. He was starting to see me less as a threat and more as an opportunity.

"But I'm not going to give you a fucking penny," I added. "You're going to pay me."

He made to get up and leave. I grabbed his arm and held it to the table.

"Sit still and listen," I hissed.

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By *unwithuMan
7 days ago

manchester

This is building nicely

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By *TRAPON BOSSTV/TS
7 days ago

Waterford Ireland

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By *uriousjimMan
7 days ago

middleton

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By *atchmo_Jizz!Man
7 days ago

Wolverhampton

Fantastic writing, it’s building up nicely.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

Perhaps if we hadn't been in such an enclosed public place it would have played out differently. In another setting he might have punched me, mugged me, God knows what. But this was very much my turf, not his, and he sat back down.

"I know a lot of men who'd pay good money for you," I told him. "Bored, rich, horny men with money to spare for an hour in bed with a fit little fuck like you." His face twitched, taking it all in, not yet committed to anything. He lowered his head and looked up at me. His grey-green eyes twinkled in the light coming through the windows. Outside a family walked past, with a dog straining on its lead.

I nodded my head in the direction of the toilets. "Or is this enough? Two or three old men a week at twenty pounds a time."

"Forty," he said. "Never less than forty."

"In Stoke? Are you fucking joking, son? How much did you make last Friday? Tell me. How much altogether."

He took in a deep breath and then let it out in a gesture of resignation. "Fifty," he said.

"Fifty?" I queried. "How many men? Three?"

"Yeah, three." He didn't even stop to lie to me. I knew I had him.

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By *ernne67Man
7 days ago

Shoeburyness

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By *ornysuckerMan
7 days ago

Portsmouth

Mmmmm nice

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The following week we met in a cafe in the town, on neutral ground. We met after lunch, when it was quieter. Today he was wearing jeans and I was disappointed not to see the jogging bottoms. They were very much part of his sexual identity. A bit of him seemed missing.

We sat there for about an hour and had two drinks each. He had a week's worth of stubble on his chin, but it made him look more attractive than being clean shaven. Apparently, he'd had a job interview last week, which was why he'd spruced himself up a little. He didn't get the job.

At present he was working three days a week in a fast food outlet and worked behind a bar at the weekends. Thursday and Friday were his days off. He was living in a house about a mile away, sharing the place with four others.

"Have you ever been in trouble with the law?" I asked him at one point. He hadn't. He said he had some mates who had beaten up a guy in the park one evening. They had been arrested, charged and each got six months inside.

I also asked him about his sexual health, whether he got tested regularly or took PreP tablets. He didn't. He didn't think of himself as gay or bi-sexual. He was straight and had slept with three or four women. There was no girl-friend in his life at the moment.

As he told me all these things I watched my own reactions to them. I noticed the way my image of him was changing. My desire for him was immense, no doubt about that, but it was also undergoing a transformation.

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By *yrman57Man
7 days ago

Ayr

Most intriguing.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

"The library closes at five o'clock," I said nervously. "I need to inspect you. And this place isn't private enough."

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By *itom87Man
7 days ago

Wigan

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By *akedTradesmanMan
7 days ago

watford

Great story please continue

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

It was exciting walking back into the library with Joshua by my side.

"Afternoon, George," said Becky. "You're late today! Thought we'd missed you." She smiled and carried on checking out someone's books.

Joshua and I walked across the atrium and into the corridor leading to the toilets. It was about half past three and the place was fairly quiet. A couple of browsers over by the novels, someone sitting alone reading their phone, and two or three other people out of view, behind the bookshelves.

He went into the end cubicle while I waited outside. A minute or so later the door opened. He was standing there naked, open for inspection. I looked him up and down, more than happy with what I saw. I gestured for him to turn round. He wore one bright tattoo on the right side of his back. It was an intricate design, almost Moorish, exotic, appealing. I imagined myself on top of him looking down upon it at close quarters.

"OK, get dressed Joshua," I said.

"Don't you want a feel of me, George?" he asked cheekily.

Before I could answer the main door opened and someone else came in. I had to stand back while Joshua closed his cubicle door. The man who had entered went into the cubicle next to Joshua.

"I'll wait for you outside," I said, not caring what the other guy thought.

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By *ich65Man
7 days ago

Chorley

Mmm... this story has been simmering nicely, now it sounds like it's about to start boiling over 😈🔥

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By *akedTradesmanMan
7 days ago

watford

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

"So, what happened?" I asked him. It was ten minutes later and he had only just appeared, coming over to sit next to me.

"He knocked on the door and I let him in," he said. "He gave me a twenty."

I could feel myself getting really warm, a combination of anger and frustration.

"What did you do with him?" I asked, trying to keep as calm as I could, hoping the effort to remain calm would bring its own solace.

"I stood on the seat and he had a go at me," he said. "I didn't have to touch him. He just exploded after about two minutes. It's taken me all the time to clean up my trousers." There was a damp patch on his black joggers where he had splashed water to remove the mess. The hand-drier was still inactive.

We sat in silence for the next minute. I was thinking things over, not sure what to say next

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By *itom87Man
7 days ago

Wigan

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

He had a fucking cold-sore on his lip! Didn't you see it?" I fumed at him, speaking as loud as I dared.

"FUCK!" he shouted, loud enough to be heard by Becky at her desk. She looked over and I smiled back at her, reassuringly. Inwardly I wanted to scream.

"OK. OK," I said. "Let's not worry about it. It may be nothing." I ran my fingers through my hair and rubbed the back of my neck. "But you may have blown your chance of the thousand from Terry." The appointment was for next Wednesday evening. Terry was in town for two nights and wanted some company at his hotel.

Appropriately, the hotel was going to feature a lot in our schedule: The Mount. Quite funny really. But not at this moment.

"What time's your interview on Monday?" I asked him, changing the subject in the hope it would make us both feel better.

"Ten o'clock," he replied.

I looked at him, weighing things up. This was a make or break moment. Not for him maybe, just for me. Something had tipped over in my head and I wanted to understand it. I took off my watch and handed it to him.

"Wear this with a short-sleeved shirt," I said. "And plain trousers if you've got some." He nodded. "Remember everything I said to you earlier and the job should be a cinch." He was applying for something that gave him a little more money and regular hours.

"We'd better go," I said. The sky had darkened and a cold wind was blowing the litter across the lawn outside. I stood up and fastened my coat.

"Sorry, George," he said. He looked at the watch and tried it on. It was a bit too loose for his wrist, but it looked good enough.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

My weekend was restless. There were one or two disturbing dreams. I woke up one night and remembered the whole thing. Joshua was standing naked in front of me but as I walked into the cubicle to join him, he retreated further and further back until I found myself in a long airless tunnel. I started to run after him but the faster I ran the further away he got. I looked down and realised that I was also naked. I turned to go back but it was just a dead-end behind me with no exit. When I turned back the other way I found that was alone in a white box. I hammered on the wall with my fists and woke up.

We were to meet at the hotel on Wednesday evening so that I could introduce him to Terry. I had insisted on this myself. It seemed to make the transaction less tacky. Terry was coming over from Ireland, a regular journey for him. I knew that he liked certain class A drugs. This was the thing about the whole deal that concerned me the most.

The plan was that Joshua and I would have about thirty minutes together before Terry came down. In the event, it was more like forty-five minutes. I asked him whether he would be tempted to try the drug.

"Nah, mate," he said, convincingly. "That stuff does nothing for me. Much prefer a smoke."

He had been accepted for the job. It was a permanent contract, starting at the beginning of next week.

"We can cancel this thing tonight," I said. "Terry will have to go without."

"I want to do it." He paused. "The money will be handy. I can get abroad with it, visit places."

We had already talked about what would be expected of him. I knew Terry's tastes very well. Terry wouldn't hold back. He would make the most of it. He would want the full service. I was worried that much of Joshua's eagerness was merely bravado and that a disaster could be looming. I wasn't frightened for his safety as he was a strong lad. But it could turn out to be an embarrassing episode for all three of us.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

He would be Terry's property from 7pm Wednesday until 10am Friday. This was a private arrangement made between the three of us. The money was a gift from Terry to me as an old friend. What I did with it was my affair.

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By *oventry4biMan
7 days ago

coventry

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By *rgeo OP   Man
7 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

By Terry’s reckoning it all went extremely well. For what he wanted of him, Terry found Joshua very compliant and even creative at times. I had been to bed with Terry only once, a couple of years ago, but we had kept in touch. He had some useful contacts in the business world and they were too good to lose. Besides, he was quite a funny guy when acting normally. It’s just that he got a little desperate and needy after snorting a dose of the white powder. His sexual demands then got the better of him and he would go to great and sometimes embarrassing lengths to get them satisfied. But apparently Joshua worked wonders for him. He even spoke of planning a return match a month or so later.

When I met up with Joshua on Friday afternoon in our usual location, I was keen to get his perspective on things. It was difficult now to think of him as a rent boy. He had moved into another sphere. He was more like a professional actor. In a way, it was sad that he had lost some of that cheap patina. So I was glad to see him wearing the black jogging bottoms.

I went straight into it. I’d been waiting for about ten minutes when he appeared and sat down at our table by the window.

“What was the worst part?” I asked.

He frowned. Then he gave a resigned smile.

“Guess!” he said.

“Knowing Terry, it would be the insistent demand for one part of your anatomy to remain in his mouth,” I said honestly.

“No, that I enjoyed,” he said. “I would enjoy that with anybody, man or woman.”

“Kissing him?” I asked. I had kissed Terry and he wasn’t so repulsive for me as I quite liked a smoker’s breath on a man, and Terry had it in abundance.

“Not much of that went on,” he replied.

Now it was my turn to frown. I mulled things over for a while.

“Did you have to go down on him?” I asked. “Back or front, I mean.”

“No, he didn’t want any of that.” It made sense. Terry had never shown much interest in being touched that intimately the time I was with him.

“Go on, then,” I said. “I give up.”

“Getting to sleep next to him was the worst part,” Joshua explained. “I must have lain there for about two hours before I could relax enough to drift off. And it was just as bad last night. It just felt weird. Maybe I’ll get used to it.”

“What about in the mornings when you both woke up?” I inquired. “What happened then?”

“Not much,” said Joshua. “He had to get up and wash before his meetings and I just hung about the hotel all day. I guess he had a bit of a hangover each day too. I think that put him off anything too energetic.”

I looked at Joshua and he looked back at me. I knew what he wanted and I was reluctant to hand it over. I had the feeling that this would be the last time I ever saw him. He would cut and run, not believing his luck in running into two such fools. I put my hand into my jacket pocket and handed over the envelope.

“I’m giving you the full one thousand,” I said. “Because it’s your first time and also because you seemed to have done a great job at it.” I suddenly felt extremely vulnerable and nervous. He seemed to be a million miles away from me now, even though he was within touching distance. It reminded me of my dream and I shuddered.

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By *ow22Man
6 days ago

Pwllheli

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By *atchmo_Jizz!Man
6 days ago

Wolverhampton

Wonderful writing as always

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

By the time the first of the really hot weather of summer had arrived, he was well-established among my small circle of friends. It was not always easy for him. Essentially, he was a straight lad forcing himself to endure situations where he would satisfy the needs of middle-aged men. Each month brought two or three appointments. At two or three hundred pounds at time, his bank balance steadily increased. We kept exactly the same arrangement as for the first one with Terry. I made sure I was available to be with him for each initial introduction. Requests for repeat meetings started to come in. By the end of the summer, he had appointments at least three times a week. He was a popular lad, a quick learner.

With his full-time job and his evening meetings, we no longer had many opportunities to meet up. However, in September he found a place of his own on the edge of the Peak District and I would drive out to see him on the weekends. He had rented the top floor of a Victorian townhouse, plenty big enough for his needs and very well-appointed. From his sitting room window there was a view of the hills and moorlands stretching about fifteen miles into the distance. Every three months I made sure he got himself tested. With a prescription of PreP he was able to offer the men an opportunity to use him bareback. Quite a few took it up.

One day, I called to see him. I arrived about ten minutes early. When he answered the door he was wearing his old favourite black jogging bottoms and nothing else. He smiled sheepishly and explained that he hadn’t finished getting changed. He was about to carry on dressing when I stopped him.

“Wait, Josh,” I said.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

One has to understand that in nearly nine months of knowing him I had never done more than touch him on the arm. That afternoon in the library when I had told him to sit down and listen to me was the most intimate contact I’d yet had with him. Of course, we had shaken hands and hugged, all the traditional manly stuff. But nothing else had transpired, even after his offering himself to me on many occasions, and even though I ached for him all the time. It was almost unbearable for me. But I managed it in my own way, privately, finding other outlets. Once, on my own in the library, I had gone over to the reference section and looked up the word ‘sublimation’ - it didn’t help much. I wasn’t a victim of an unacceptable urge. He would let me handle him whenever I wanted, if I asked.

I made him sit down next to me. He was unwashed. I could smell yesterday on him and the first smoke of the day. His breath was foul. His hair was matted and uncombed. His body lithe, supple, muscular and beautiful. Alone in my bed at night these thoughts would make me hard and I would act upon them viciously, ravenously. Now it all seemed so silly and pointless.

"You alright, George?" he asked.

I must have been sitting there for two minutes without speaking or moving. I sighed.

"Not really, Josh, no," I admitted. I could feel the tears welling up but I resisted the urge to give into them. This was too big to be covered over with a quick, sad display of self-pity. I wanted a permanent resolution. One way would be to kill him, I thought, not shocked by the honest brutality of my own complicated consciousness. And another way would be to kill myself, I also thought. Both options seemed reasonable at that moment.

He held my hand. He waited. He sensed what was happening to me without being afraid of it.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

“I can tell you now,” I said, saved, relieved, forgiven, exonerated, accepted, transformed.

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By *unwithuMan
6 days ago

manchester

Looking forward to more

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By *ich65Man
6 days ago

Chorley

Looking forward to the next instalment

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

He was wearing the watch that I had lent him for the interview. I looked at him, his face in profile. As he turned to look back at me I reached under his chin and pushed back his face so that he remained facing forward, looking out over the view. He didn’t resist. He was pliable, used to taking instructions. I knew that he would allow me to do anything to him. I sat there and watched him and wanted him. It felt at that precise moment that watching him lasciviously was no different from watching over him. There was a universal sense of watching.

What really set him apart was his blond hair. It made him appear much younger than his years. It gave him the lustre of purity and innocence. It was making him a fortune very quickly. A friend of mine who had contacts in London was talking of using him in a film. So many thousands of men would see him and use the images of him for their gratification.

I could tell him everything now. At the end of it there would be a universal resolution. I would speak to both the angel and the devil within him from both the devil and the angel within myself. They were not different entities. We were not different entities.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
6 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

"I want to fuck you," I said. "I want to fuck you so badly."

"I know," he said. "And you can, anytime."

We had begun the conversation and I was not going to stop it now.

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By *ich65Man
6 days ago

Chorley

🔥😈

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By *ow22Man
6 days ago

Pwllheli

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By *rgeo OP   Man
5 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The conversation had begun and I was not going to stop it now. But it was a conversation for which words would be useless. I squeezed his wrist. The hard edge of the watch dug into my palm. It belonged to him now. I wanted to give him everything else I possessed. He shifted a little and moved his left leg over my right leg. We sat like this, watching the cars climbing the steep bend that led away from town out into the moorland. I put my arm around him, pulled his head towards me and kissed him on the neck. I could smell a potent blend of sweat, smokiness and after-shave. I licked his neck and relished the taste of him on my tongue. Apart from his leg, which rubbed gently up against mine, he remained motionless. I rested my head on his bare chest. Then I felt his right hand upon my head. He stroked my hair, running his fingers through it and softly massaging my scalp. Everything inside me was starting to melt away. It was as though I was being turned from a solid to a liquid form. If there were tears in my eyes now then they were not of self-pity. I blinked and allowed a few drops to run down my cheeks and on to his belly. I rubbed them into him with my hand, feeling the softness of the skin around his navel. This was the most intimate place of all on any human body, the connection to the source of life, the beginning of it all. I could smell the milkiness of his stomach and now and then caught a whiff of his stinky breath. It had about it a divine beauty. He stretched and pressed harder against me with his leg, curling it around me, pinning me to him. He moved his hand and placed it across my mouth, closing my nostrils with his fingers. A jolt of excitement shot through me as I lay into him, submitting to his merciless power. As he released me, I gasped for air, more grateful for existence than I had ever been through the course of my life.

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By *orfyMan
5 days ago

North Norfolk

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By *rgeo OP   Man
5 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

In the bedroom, later, he did everything I asked without complaint or hesitation. Words were unnecessary to control him. He took instruction from my eyes. I got to lie on top of him and examine his tattoo. Two snakes intertwined with bright red and green patterns across their backs. Two naked bodies neither ancient nor young. Two souls meeting and parting. Everything and nothing contained in a timeless space.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
5 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

To relax into sex is to free the other person from all their responsibilities. They are not there and neither are you. It is a greater power that operates. I was teaching him this and he was learning it perfectly. He was my son and heir.

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By *uriousjimMan
5 days ago

middleton

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By *itom87Man
5 days ago

Wigan

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By *ich65Man
5 days ago

Chorley

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By *rgeo OP   Man
5 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON

The next ten years passed remarkably quickly. In the year of his thirtieth birthday, he finally got married and bought a house. It was very near to where he lived before, the same period and style of house, but this time he had the entire property to himself. His wife came with two dogs and they had the run of a large back garden. Within ten minutes, on sunny days, they were running wild on the moorland. They were talking of starting a family.

The filming had run into a popular series with three sequels. To men of a certain age and of a certain inclination, he was one of the most well-known faces in Europe. I managed the business side of it and the money received helped me to retire early. I turned sixty in the same month as he turned thirty. I was now exactly twice his age.

One day, towards Christmas, we both happened to have some free time and I suggested to him that we meet up at our first meeting place. It was a nostalgic indulgence. I wanted to see him again as the young rent boy seeking a cheap trick. Also, I wanted to relive those strong emotions that had surrounded our first encounters. I asked him to wear a pair of black jogging bottoms.

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By *tarburstMan
5 days ago

Towcester

What a great story you have told. Very moving and gripping.

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By *rgeo OP   Man
4 days ago

WOLVERHAMPTON


"What a great story you have told. Very moving and gripping. "

Thank you, Jon. I was going to continue but realise now that I don't need to. The story has a natural ending at this point. Any more would spoil it.

Your comment is much appreciated.

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By *ich65Man
4 days ago

Chorley

Great story, nice ending.

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