Rob, My Comforter

It was the day of my Dad's funeral and a service was held in the undertaker's chapel. I was amazed at the amount of friends he had, some of whom were in his bowling club and such.

I enveloped into tears after the ceremony and this guy who called himself Rob came to comfort me, saying he had known Fred ( my dad) ever since he joined the bowling club two years before and thought he was a great .

He was still in attendance at the burial, standing beside me, for I had no family to speak of.

He hugged me to his shoulder and I openly wept. I was going to miss Dad even though we had, had our differences and had not spoken of late..

When Rob clasped my hand I felt a sincere warmth coming through. When I started to take it away he continued to clasp and then placed his other hand over my knuckles.

I was highly vulnerable at the time and although I appreciated Rob's concern I felt that it was just a little more than merely that.

He whispered saying I would get over it and would need to move on. "I can help you do that, Pete" he offered and then he said; "Come back to my car, the windows at the rear are shaded and I could relax and be at ease, then he would be glad take me for a drink.

I relented, the funeral was done, Dad's friends had departed and there was just me and Rob left.

When we got to his four- wheel drive it was roomy, he opened the rear door and beckoned me in. I thought he would go to the drivers seat in front but he too came and joined me.

It was then I began to realise there was more to Rob's concern, yet oddly I felt no repulsion when his hand grasped mine and he whispered for me to let him make me feel better after the ordeal.

It was as if he knew my very private sexual leaning that, even though I was 21 that year, had never been exercised. I had often thought how it would be to have a boy friend but somehow, with me being reserved, I had never had the opportunity to really set my frustrated feelings free - and for so long had done what all lonely guys do. But of course it could never be the same, like being with another guy, like...

"Let me comfort you more, Pete" he said and it is strange and unlike me, because normally I would have immediately hedged away, but whether it was because of the deep emotional state I was in or if it was just something about Rob and his manner that stayed me. I could not fathom.

I guess with me not saying a word he took that to be okay and I felt his hand start to rub me so delightfully which felt rather lovely.

My first reaction was to push his hand away.

"Come on Pete, you know you'd like to. Let me just give you a gentle massage and you will soon feel better, I promise."

It was magic, simply magic, it was like I had known this guy for ages, he was at least twenty years my senior but that didn't seem to matter at all, any shyness I felt seemed to fade when he said just to hush and relax.

His fingers sort of bunched around the swelling which had now become apparent beneath my black trousers and when he slowly unzipped me it seemed like the most natural thing in the world.

"I shall be a little sweaty I'm afraid" I said knowing how smelly I could be on a hot summer's day and having to wear all that mourning gear. I have always been so conscious of my hygiene.

"Shush! don't you worry about that, I love your smell. In fact it turns me on. Look it is so ready" Rob said having brought out my swelling over the waistband of my boxer pants, and lightly squeezing and moulding it in his hand, almost like it was a ball of clay -and he was one of those potters. I simply loved it and immediately I felt at ease, I relaxed just like Rob suggested I did, closed my eyes and enjoyed the moment. The wonderful sensation of his gentle touching.

Was this really happening? It seemed too good to be true that at last it took a thing like my Dad's funeral to enable this meeting with a most attractive guy, who was so very experienced, the way he massaged and spoiled me to the hilt, the way I felt him cradle me beneath as he started to guide me in his mouth and suck me there, but still lightly massaging me back and forward, exposing my plum each time, which he took well enjoyment of, licking and sucking me so intently and deeply to make me want to cum.

Just the feel of his mouth and fingers working on me seemed to take all the harsh emotion of the day away from me, instead I felt a warmth I had never felt, realising that being treated this way by another guy made doing it yourself a very poor substitute.

He made it last by grasping the girth tight, so that he could enjoy a little more before I cum, he told me.

Then he was teasing and licking my p-hole with such verbosity and it was perfect.

"There is nothing like a good stiff wank to ease away the tension -especially when it is done by another," he said warmly and with me building a strong and hard erection, I felt I was going to burst and plead with him to release his grip on my girth, because I was nearly there.

The feeling of all that, the release of all that pent up energy came in one strong surge, opening my eyes as I felt the release cum so beautifully.

I watched it spurt into Rob's hand. It was all so very beautiful and I could tell Rob thought so too, the way he slowed down the wanking movement, slowly squeezing all the cum out and occasionally going down with his head to suckle some of my cream.

"There, is that better, Pete, Tell me it is and I will be one happy guy, you see I have fancied you for ever?"

I was still cuming as he squeezed me like it was a toothpaste tube but I have never felt it like that before.

He seemed to have taken all my inhibitions away and I felt it was going to be a wonderful ongoing relationship.

I had never ever imagined I would like to do more, but just the feel of him enjoying me like that certainly gave me wild aspirations.

I had experimented with different objects right through from the time I was eighteen, when I realised my sexual leanings. The times I have bent myself full over a chair in front of a mirror, watching myself use the vibrator up my ass. It hurt at first but gentle stretching movements solved that and I really started to enjoy regular sessions with myself. How sad it that, but I didn't have to do that any more with Rob.

Now Rob had done this to me, I felt the intimacy deserved return, that he must want something more.

He laughed when I mentioned it and told me that just wanking me was good enough for the day, but perhaps we could do something else next time, that I could go over to his place if I liked and spend the day there;

"I hope what I have to show you, you will like." he added in a very provocative tone.

"The mind boggles, Ben!"

"Better warn you though, I shall want that gorgeous ass."

I guess I must have really flushed up because he felt me there. His fingers rimming me as I spread myself across the seat in a position where he could gain better access.

Then he bent down and sniffed me there, spreading my ass cheeks at the same time, and it felt absolutely wonderful.

I wanted it now!

"Okay then, no time like the present, it will have to be a quick fuck though because I have to get to the office pretty pronto" he said dropping his pinstriped trousers down to his knees, revealing a good hard cock which was a real WOW!

"A quickie yes, Pete?" he confirmed, holding his firm erection all ready to go.

I nodded yes and immediately felt the hotness of his stiff upraised erection start to bundle into me, he sort of stretched my thighs apart and managed to take me. It was quick but gorgeous to have a real life flesh cock inside me at last, something I had craved for, for so long and he fucked me complete, me feeling that if this is what gay sex is all about I am all for it, he said my ass made for a perfect fuck and next time we could spend time to really get to know one another's intimacies,

"By the way," I queried, how is it you knew my Dad?"

"We were lovers! He was like me, Bi"

That says it all, and all that time I had fears about Dad finding out about my sexuality.