The football season drew to a close. The boys would sometimes drive onto the countryside for al fresco sex, oral usually, too risky getting naked. They were happy just to hang out together. Brighton wasn't too far away, with its gay village, that was nice to stroll around. Ben, being a scaffolder was muscular with rippling abs. Al, with his sparkling eyes and dimples was very cute, making them the perfect twink couple, getting admiring looks, especially from the older queers.
Al was an only child. Other than his parents, the only other relative was an elderly spinster aunt. She had a two-bed bungalow on the outskirts of Brighton and the boys often popped in for a cuppa and did odd jobs and shopping. Then in early July, the old girl passed away.
This was a silver lining for Al, as he inherited the bungalow and a large amount of cash. After the funeral, they set about renovating the bungalow. It was very old-fashioned and in need of TLC. They had it deep cleaned, a new kitchen and bathroom and started to bring it up to modern standards.
They booked a week off work, to coincide with Brighton Pride, the idea being to work on the bungalow and enjoy the festivities. They went online and ordered costumes to make it clear they were a couple. Al had moved into the bungalow, and Ben was there more than home. The Saturday before Pride they woke and showered.
Ben lay on the bed, pretending to sleep. Al staddled him and poured sweet-scented massage oil on him. He worked on his shoulders, down his spine, and then up from the calves, his tanned skin glistening. By now, Al had a boner.
He poured more oil on his buns and worked his fingers into the skin and down into his arse. One slippery finger, then two slipped inside. Ben purred with pleasure and had to adjust his now rock-hard dick. Al replaced his fingers with his cock and fucked slowly, pulling right out and plunging back in. At this speed, he could fuck for ages and was enjoying being in control. Ben pleaded with him to fuck harder.
Al felt his orgasm building but pulled out and asked Ben to turn over. More oil was poured over his chest and abs. Al lay on his lover and slid around, their dicks grinding together. Al pulled Ben's left leg in the air and re-entered. He fuck hard and sent jets of semen into his buddy. Ben wanked and added spunk to the oil. Al lay on top, their bodies a sticky mess of oil and cum.
They chatted about the week ahead and decided to go into town. It was too late to get tickets to the main event, but they could pick-up wristbands to the gay village. They dressed in skin tight T-shirts and tiny rainbow shorts that were so tight they went commando. The village was already decked out in bunting, balloons and banners.
They had a wander round then sat outside bar with a pint. they attracted a lot of attention, not least from the guys at the next table. Jon was shirtless, with torn cut-off shorts. Over 6' with piercing green eyes and dark hair Adam was blond, with dimples. He had a trace of eye liner, glossed lips, pink nails and the perfect white smile.
They were a couple of years older and had been to several Prides and could fill them in on the week ahead. They shared a flat in town. As they were chatting, their hands drifted onto Ben and Al's. Ben was getting excited and had to adjust his bulge. Jon suggested they somewhere more secluded.
They walked along, Adam cosied uo to Al, making him feel uncomfortable, But he saw Ben and Jon holding hands and went with the flow. Settled in a beer garden Jon asked how they'd met. Ben recounted about the Premier Inn and how it developed. Adam invited them to the flat, but Ben said the car was on a meter and had to get back. They exchanged numbers and arranged to meet Wednesday.
Back home, they reassured each other of their love, then stripped out of their tight clothes. Ben knelt down and swallowed Al's dick, then turned him round and licked his crack, covering his hole with saliva.
Al leaned against the sofa and Ben penetrated. Al pushed back against Ben's thrusts. They fucked sanding up for a few minutes then went to the bedroom. Al took a hit of poppers and Ben plunged in, fucking him like an animal, the sexual tension by the afternoon driving him on.
He pulled out, turned Al round, lifted his legs and plowed back in. Al jacked himself, Ben nearing his orgasm pulled out in time to send cum splashing over Al's chest. Collapsing together, Ben apologised for the ferocity, but Al said it was the best fuck they'd had, but it was his turn now. Ben lay on his side, Al greased himself and slid in.
Much gentler love-making. Al took his time to kiss the back of Ben's and tweak his nipples, making his dick respond. Al held Ben's waist and emptied into his bowels. Ben managed to fire another lot over the bed linen. They showered together and changed the sheets. Beer, dinner, bed. They slept well.
