Dan finally informed me of his plans for the day. We were to drive to Dovestones Reservoir, and walk around the reservoir at a leisurely pace, a little picnic to keep us going, and depending on how the walk went, maybe a little venture up the mountains for a bit.
Now for those of you unfamiliar with Dovestones, it is a lovely reservoir on the outskirts of Manchester – roughly about 14 miles east. Sitting inside the Peak District National park, the drive there from my place taking around 30 minutes, crossing some outstanding countryside views. To be honest, I never knew that Dan even knew about the place, however I had been there for walks many times, I did love the place, whenever I felt stressed with work or my personal life, I found myself being called there. Back home I had the beaches, but here this was my place.
Of course, being mid January, it was fecking freezing, to cold to be walking up mountains, but Dan had thought of it all, my rucksack was a little lighter than his, he was carrying the food, my bag contained a blanket and a flask of hot tea. And before we left I grabbed a thick coat to wear, and another one of mine for Dan. I searched around and found a couple of scarves and a few pairs of gloves, and we began our trip.
On our journey out there, I asked Dan what had made him think about Dovestones, he told me that he had seen my pictures on Instagram, and realised it was a place I frequently went to, he felt like he knew the place, the beauty of it, even without ever going there. I remembered the stupid little tags I used to put on my photos #placeofsolice #calmsmethefuckdown, so he knew that whenever I felt low, this would be my go to place. I loved that he had noticed this, not that I had displayed anything to make him think I was feeling down lately, or had I?
We parked up, and walked up to the reservoir from the car park, I was surprised how quiet it was there, to be honest every time I had gone up there it was touch and go if you’d get a parking space, sometimes having to wait for a while, but again, it was a weekday, in the middle of a cold January, who else would be crazy enough to go on a trek, but trying to find the positives in things, at least it was dry, and there was no rain forecast.
We had been walking for about 25 minutes and found a bench, Dan suggested that we sit for a while, the view over the reservoir was lovely, sky was clear, no wind, and the odd cloud that was in the sky was reflecting on the water. Dan reached into the bag, bringing out the flask, poured us both a cup and put his arm around me, pulling me in. I wasn’t cold, to be honest the walk had warmed me up, not that we were walking at pace or anything, but I was never going to complain when he put his arm around me.
“Can I tell you something” Dan asked with concern in his voice
Fuck, what was it, had I gone overboard with things, I always did that in relationships, was this a relationship.
“Can I tell you something” Dan repeated, I snapped out of my own self doubts and said “Of course you can tell me anything”
Dan went on to explain that back home things weren’t going well, the company that he worked for was on the brink of going bust, like me Dan didn’t have a mortgage to worry about, but he did love his job, and the guys he worked with, I never really understood exactly what he did, but I knew he was so talented in many things that he could turn his hand to anything. His worry was not for himself, but the other guys that he worked with. I loved his compassion and pulled him in closer and told him that everything would work out. I had dealt with loads of companies that had gone wrong, and whilst at the time it is difficult, those who really want to make something will do, it’s always hard at first, especially when you love your job, but at the end of the day it is a job.
Dan didn’t know what to do with himself if things did go down the pan, he had moved back home after his divorce to get some familiarity, but he didn’t feel like he belonged there anymore. With no family around, it was just a place to live. Most of his mates from back in the day had all left the area, he felt lonely a lot of the time. He loved spending time with my mum, it made him feel needed again, his boys had their own lives in London, he felt he wasn’t needed. And then there was me, since reconnecting with me over Christmas, he had felt wanted, and not just in a sexual way, wanted as a human being. These last few days in Manchester had really given him a boost, and if he was honest with himself, the thought of going back in a few days to his lonely apartment was really getting to him.
I gave Dan a big hug, leaning in for a kiss, I remembered that if I had done this just a few weeks ago, kissed him in public, I would have been pushed away, however here in the middle of nowhere it was fine. Since he told his boys that he had feelings for a guy, it had really taken a weight off his shoulders, I could sense he was a changed person, much more relaxed. No longer was he shying away from my affection, in fact, most of the time it was Dan who instigated any public display, however I was fully aware that this was Manchester, where no one knew him, attitudes to gay couples were so different from our small hometown.
I shared my work news as well, and the concerns that I had for the junior office staff, who no doubt were all shitting themselves right now, waiting to hear what news Monday brought us. What was I going to do if in a few weeks I found myself on the jobs market. I too had loved having Dan up with me, things just felt right when he was here. Those two days that he was in London was probably the first time in years I had felt lonely in Manchester. Don’t get me wrong, I loved living in Manchester, I had built my world here, having Dan here just seemed the icing on the cake, the one thing I was missing. Even though I hadn’t gone to the office to work, I found myself daydreaming about coming home from work, and Dan being there to welcome me home. Whilst the sex was amazing, it was more the time that I was with him, I had been single a few months now, and had pretty much gotten used to being alone, I was never lonely, but these last few days had made me re-evaluate things. What the actual fuck, it was just under a month ago that we reconnected in the supermarket back home, Jesus I hadn’t called it home for many years, however it felt like a lifetime. Never had I felt like this about a guy. Yes, Dan was my first crush on a guy, the first guy I loved, even if for many years I did not accept that it was love.
Dan pulled me in again, his strong arms wrapped around me, this was my safe space, I loved it when he held me like this, I felt like I was protected, that together we could take on anything that life had to throw at us. I looked across the reservoir and just took in the beauty that was before me, then looked at the beauty that was beside me, what else could a boy want.
Finishing our cup of tea, we packed up our bag, threw it on our backs and carried on walking. It wasn’t long before we got to the halfway mark, a lovely spot, where the upper reservoir is held back and a walkway allows you to cross over so you can walk back around to the car park. On the far side of the walk way a picnic area, where we stopped again, another cuppa, and this time some chicken salad sandwiches that Dan had lovingly prepared this morning.
We chatted again, Dan still puzzled about what he would do if he was made jobless. Financially he was secure, he had been wise in his youth paying into a pension right from the start, after the sale of his Father’s house, he was able to buy his own apartment, and still have money left over. It wasn’t as if he needed to work these days, he just loved it. I told him that there was always a spare side of the bed at mine, and he was welcome whenever he wanted to come up, and if things with my job didn’t turn out the way we wanted, then I would reassess things myself, explaining that I loved my time back home over Christmas, and that I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought about moving back in a few years once I had retired.
We both agreed that whatever was happening between the two of us at this time, was great, and we wanted to explore where this was going. It was a relief to hear that I wasn’t the only one of us daydreaming about what the future held for us. We chatted some more and before we knew an hour had passed by, the flask was empty, and we seemed to have some better understanding of each other. We packed up and started the walk back to the car park.
“I really need a piss” Dan announced, we were still a good thirty minutes walk away from the car, and for the life of me I couldn’t remember if there were any public loos, we were on the wooded side of the reservoir, so I just told Dan to go into the wood. No one was around, so quickly nip in, do what he needs to do, and we could be on our way again. Dan spotted a little clearing in the bushes and ducked behind them and within minutes came back out smiling.
“There’s people fucking down there, come and see” Surely not in this weather, I mean it was dry, however was still quite cold, even if the walk had warmed me through, I followed Dan into the clearing, he pointed down a slight hill into a dip, and yes, I could see two people, one with his trousers round his ankles, pounding away and someone. We were a good distance away, so couldn’t really make things out, so we walked further into the bush, the nearer we got, the louder the grunting became. I could feel my cock hardening, and I would’ve bet my life that Dan was sporting at least a semi.
We were about twenty foot away now, and could easily make out a guy, I would say late fifties, early sixties pumping away at something, He wasn’t fucking, he was being sucked. A bike was stood against a tree and from what I could see, another guy in a Lycra cycling singlet was squatting in front of him taking a good amount of facial bashing.
I looked at Dan, who by now had his cock out and was rubbing away, I stood back and alternated between watching the two guys, and my guy getting their thrills. Moments later a voice came from in front of us saying “Daddy’s cumming” a set of hands appeared on his arse, pulling him closer so that the full load was taken, then in no time at all, the cyclist stood up, walked over to his bike and disappeared into the shrubbery. The other guy stood there, trousers still on the floor, high fiving the sky. Dan however was still rubbing away. I must have moved and made a noise, the guy turned round and spotted us, more importantly he spotted Dan’s cock. He bent down, pulled up his trousers, tucked himself away, and walked towards us.
“Need a hand with that young man”
Dan looked at me and I gave a whatever sort of look, and Dan removed his hand off his cock. It was quickly replaced with the hands of the stranger, who began wanking him with some force.
On closer inspection, I would say the guy was mid sixties, his face told many a story, Wisdom in his eyes, and a devilment about his smile. His hands working wonders on Dan’s solid cock. I could hear Dan’s breathing getting more intense, and the stranger dipped his head, taking in Dan’s bellend just in time to catch the full force of his load. Stranger coughed a little, spluttering just a little of the spunk out, but quickly composed himself to catch the remaining spurts, before lifting up his head, wiping his mouth with a hanky he pulled out of his trouser pocket, giving us both a wink, then walked up to the path, once arriving there he let out a whistle, and from the shrubbery bounded a black labrador dog to join him.
“Good boy”
Was he talking to the Dog, the cyclist or to Dan.
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