Muscling Through by JL Merrow

So I talked about the tourists who went out in a punt last week and got their pole nicked by students when they went under Clare Bridge and had to paddle back, and the ones who came back all soaking wet ’cause they’d fallen in the water. Which isn’t as easy as you’d think, as punts are about as stable as you can get, for a boat. But that thing they show on comedy programmes, where the guy gets the punt pole stuck in the mud and doesn’t let go and the boat goes on without him, that actually happens. I’ve seen that lots of times. I told Larry about that too.
    My voice was getting a bit croaky after all that talking, and I’d finished my pint, so I asked Larry if he’d like another glass of wine.
    “Oh…no.” Larry sighed and tried to smile at me. Then he finished up his drink. “Let’s just go home and eat.”
    So we went home and I cooked us a fry-up, ’cause I could do that quick and it didn’t need any fancy ingredients or nothing. But I didn’t do any eggs, ’cause I thought Larry might not want to think about them getting broken right now.
    After that we watched some Laurel and Hardy DVDs I got Larry one time when I went to the shops and I saw they was going cheap. I was a bit worried when the film we were watching turned out to be a scary one, ’cause I didn’t think Laurel and Hardy did scary, but Larry cuddled up to me on the sofa, and I put my arms round him. He felt more fragile than usual, so I was careful not to squeeze him too tight.
    When the DVD finished, I said, “Do you want to watch another one? A non-scary one?”
    Larry kissed my neck, right on the spider-web tat. “No. Let’s not.”
    So we switched off the TV, and Larry climbed on my lap with his knees either side of me and kissed me some more. His lips were soft and smooth and a bit greasy from the fry-up, and he kissed me really deep. I put my arms round his waist and held him tight, like I wasn’t planning ever to let go. I wish I could do that—hold on to Larry all the time and keep him safe.
    I wasn’t sure if he’d want to fuck, ’cause he’d been so down earlier, but pretty soon I could feel his hard cock pressing into my stomach. I love the feel of Larry’s cock. The rest of him is kind of little and delicate, but his cock’s big and strong. It always gets me going when I feel his hard cock jabbing into my belly. I’ve got to see it, touch it.
    It wasn’t easy undoing his trousers with him on my lap, but I’d had a lot of practice. His cock jumped up, all salty and musky-smelling, the tip of it moist. I wanted to taste it, so I slid down underneath him until I could reach it with my mouth.
    I sucked him for a few minutes, and the flavour got better all the time.
    Larry kept panting and moaning, but then he put his hand on my jaw so I knew he wanted me to pull off for a moment. “Not…not like this,” he said. “I want to come with you inside me. How do you want me?”
    “Sit on me,” I said, ’cause I love it when Larry’s on top and I don’t have to worry about hurting him or nothing.
    There’s a little box on the mantelpiece where we keep some lube, ’cause we got fed up having to go up to the bedroom all the time. So Larry went and got it and slicked himself and me up, and then he climbed back onto my lap. He lowered himself down onto my cock, and it felt so right, like that was where he belonged. His hole was clenching, pulling me in, like he knew it too.
    “God, that’s good!” Larry said. He started to move, riding my cock with slow, easy strokes like we had all the time in the world. I liked that feeling. I could have stayed like that all night, just feeling close to him and watching his face, but my dick had other ideas. It wanted to come. Larry had his hands on my shoulders, so I reached in and made a fist round his cock for him to thrust up into. “God yes!” he said. “Al!”
    He looked so close, I figured it was okay for me to stop trying to hold it off, so I let myself feel it all,