The Relationship Develops
Our daily Facetime calls helped him cope over the weeks that followed. On advice we kept our friendship at a distance while all the legal processes ran their course. It wasn’t easy, especially as I knew he needed all the support he could get. I got on with making my own living, and the demands of clients, but he was never far from my thoughts. A fact I confessed to him on one of our calls.
“I know, love – may I call you that? I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.” He fidgeted, not looking at the camera. “Do you think …? Maybe we could …?”
I laughed. “Mike, if you were here right now, I’d be in your arms, and we’d be in bed. I love being called ‘Love’ by you, and that’s a first for me as well.”
For a moment he didn’t reply, then he wiped his eyes and grinned. “Then count on having a visit as soon as I can arrange it. And you better be rubbered up when I get there!”
“Count on it, Mike.” I grinned. “Top or Bottom?”
“Make it neutral,” he grinned. “We can decide on the day.” The tears streamed down his face. “Oh fuck. You’ve no idea how much your love means to me right now.”
“Hey, Mike, it’s a two way street, you know. You’re the most important person in mine, just get this crap over and done, because I need some of your attention too.”
A month passed, and finally he gave me the news it was finished. “It’s all over, Pete. My sister shopped the others, they’ve gone down for lengthy sentences, she’s done a plea bargain and accepted a restraining order. I’ve settled a Trust Fund on the kids … and now I’m free.”
“Congratulations, Mike.” I smiled. “You must be hugely relieved.”
“You bet. Now, my love, I’ve a few things to settle this end, then …”
Two days later I got a simple text message mid-afternoon. “On my way.”
I texted back, “Suiting up now.” After a moment’s thought, I chose to wear the exact same catsuit I’d been wearing the night the snow delivered him into my life. I dressed carefully, making sure the suit was fully polished, and settled on my body to perfection. Then I prepared a light meal we could share when he arrived, and settled down to wait. In complete contrast to his previous arrival, the sun shone, the birds were singing and the garden was green and the flowers in bloom. In short, it was perfect when the doorbell rang.
I checked the video, and yes, it was Mike, casually dressed and grinning from ear to ear, a large bag at his feet. I ran down the stairs in my catsuit, opened the door, and flung my arms around him, pulling him tight to my rubber sheathed body. “Welcome home, my love! God, how I’ve missed you!”
He hugged me tight, his mouth covering mine in a prolonged kiss. “Mmmmm,” he sighed. “I’ve dreamed of this for so long … It’s all that kept me going at times.”
“Then come inside, my darling. It’s behind you now. Come in, get comfortable, and relax – we’ve plenty of time for everything.”
He smiled, reluctant to release me. “Can I get ‘dressed’ downstairs? I waited a long time to share this with you.”
I smiled. “Of course. Have you brought some?” I kissed him. “Or must I run upstairs and find you something to wear like last time?”
Squeezing me to his body, he laughed. “I came prepared! Lead me to where I can change.”
He emerged into the living room twenty minutes later in the most beautifully made and tailored shiny black latex suit I had ever seen. Skin tight, it moulded to him, enhancing his chest, moulding to his genitals and showing off his butt to perfection. ‘House boots’ on his feet, and textured gloves covered his hands, and a through zipper ran from crotch to waist at his rear.
“Like it?”
“Like it? I love it!” I embraced him. “You look fabulous, Mike. Absolutely fabulous!”
“I’m glad, because I had one made for you too, my love. You can try it later if you like.”
We kissed, our rubber confined erections met between us and our libidos boiled over. Before we knew it, we were sixty-nining, feasting on one another’s pent-up desire. Yet again he proved his skill in playing with and enjoying my cock. His ministrations gave me the most amazing sensations, and his skill meant I enjoyed it for a long, long time before the inevitable ejaculation. Our ejaculations matched, then we were face to face and sharing our spunk in a passionate kiss.
Once we’d come down off our post coital highs, I whispered, nibbling his ear, “I’ve a light supper ready, my darling. Shall we eat and you can tell me all about it.”
“Eat? Mmm, I’d love to.” His kiss was tender. “Then I want to see you in the suit I’ve had made for you.”
“Then come this way, It’s in the breakfast nook.”
The suit he’d brought for me took some getting into. It was tight, slightly heavier than anything I currently owned, and very pliable. But once on, it was amazing. He inspected it critically.
“Looks like they got it right,” he said, his relief obvious. “The next one though, will have to be made to measure with the wearer present for the measurements!” His arms slipped round me. “They had to make do with me, and my memory of the key differences between us for this one.”
“All I can say is, ‘wow’!” I kissed him. “And thanks, of course. Come on, I want to hear all about the last few months, what you’ve been through, what the outcome is … If you can stand talking about it?”
“Let’s go up then, and you can pour me some more wine.” He grinned. “And when I’ve given you the shorter version … can we go to bed? I’ve some experiences I want to catch up on.”
We caught up. We had a lot of time to make up for, and we did. Reluctantly we stripped out of our rubber sometime after midnight, rinsed and treated it, then slipped into bed. Automatically, we spooned, with me holding him in the curve of my body, my over sized cock between his thighs.
“Mmmm, now I know I’m ‘’home’”, he murmured. “I’ve needed this so much …”
Kissing his neck, I whispered, “If you need it, then I’m always available, lover.” I kissed his neck. “And we can make this ‘our’ home anytime you want to.”
His answer was a gentle snore. I kissed his neck gently, and drifted off into sleep myself. He was right. He was home, and so was I in a different sense. I knew that this was what had been missing from my life for far too long. That feeling of sharing, of belonging with and too someone. Yes, I was now ‘home’ and so was Mike.
Our morning began slowly. I was awake first, and lay still just enjoying the warmth of his body against mine. His breathing steady and his relaxed face looked far younger than he had in the months since our first meeting. Eventually he sighed, and moved in my loose embrace. His eyes fluttered open, and for a moment he remained absolutely still. Then his smile lit his face.
“Good morning, my love.” Kissing my cheek he sighed. “I could really get used to this.”
I chuckled, feeling his ‘morning arousal’. “So could I, my dearest.” My hand found his erection just as he found mine. “Oh yes. I can’t think of a better way to wake up.” My mouth found his and we kissed, starting tentatively, but then with increasing desire until we could wait no longer, and then we both enjoyed our prize.
His ejaculation was all I could have wished. A veritable flood of his gorgeous spunk flooding my mouth, filling my throat as I swallowed, savouring the salty sweetness of his seed. When we’d finally become completely placid once more, we embraced, our kisses deep, demanding, filled with our pent-up passion until we’d once more aroused ourselves for further enjoyment.
It was almost ten in the morning by the time we finally sat down, just in loose pants and fleeces to enjoy a breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast and wash it down with coffee.
Nursing his coffee he asked, “Is Brin’s son — Keith, wasn’t it? — still hoping to move?”
“As far as I know,” I replied, stacking the dishes in the dishwasher. I grinned. “There’s been a bit of gossip about him again. I think it’ll be a relief to Brin if there is something you can offer.”
Mike grinned. “I expect there’ll be a LOT of gossip once we can get ourselves set up properly.” He grinned cheekily. “Assuming you still want that, of course.”
“After the session we’ve had this morning?” I grinned. “I may need a bit more persuasion … Goof! Who cares? I think the big question is whether we keep this place on once we do make it formal.” Pausing, I asked, “What do you propose for Keith? He’s not a minor, you know, and I think he’s got a lover as well.”
“I’ve a couple of suggestions for him. A suitable job in one of my companies, I thought, and perhaps some courses — he wanted to take a course, he told me, in graphic design. I thought I might offer him a sponsorship. Do you think Brin would be receptive?”
“I’m sure he would be.” Finished loading the dishwasher I set it to work and then joined him at the table. “What do you fancy doing for the rest of the day?”
“Think we could rubber up and play in your dungeon?”
I laughed. “I thought you’d never ask!” Pausing I added. “Bags being the subject though! You can be the Dungeon Master today — and we’ll film it.”
