Once more, Paul arrives earlier than I expected, I’ve barely had time to grab a sandwich for lunch when I hear the front door and he’s bounding up the stairs. I can tell that he’s becoming much more comfortable in the house, as he bends to kiss me thoroughly as soon as he walks in to the office, without even a glance to see if anyone is watching.

“Hmm… Hello to you too,” I gasp as he flops down in the chair beside me. “I take it that you’re in a good mood today.”

“Well, I am now.” Paul gives me that look, shyly gazing towards me, head tilted down so that he can just see me from below his brow. “I missed you.”

I pull our chairs together and give him a quick kiss back. “Okay, I’ve really missed you too.”

“At least the weather forecast was right. It’s a very nice day. For the end of November, its actually pretty warm out. Are we still walking?” he asks.

“Absolutely. Let me grab the camera and we can head off.”

When we get back downstairs, Paul automatically grabs the keys and I nod to confirm that he’s the driver for the day, getting a nice smile in return.

“I think you only like me for my car,” I tell him as he gets in to the driver’s seat.

“Not only!” he tells me, leaning across to kiss me again. Fuck, he really is getting very comfortable.

“Paul, I thought you were trying to be secretive. This is a bit public. The windows aren’t privacy glass, you know.” I’m not worried about myself, frankly I don’t care what people think, but Paul has asked us to be discrete.

“Alan, it’s fine. I don’t really know anyone on the estate and, I did make sure there wasn’t anybody about. Besides, I can’t help it. I want to kiss you.”

“Fine. Not my fault if we get outed tomorrow though!” I add a broad smile to show I’m not serious, but he just pulls me close again to kiss it away. “Oh, fuck it. Just drive the car already!”

“Okay, where are we going to walk?”

“Just drive in to Ramsey, I’ll tell you where to park when we get there.”

The drive to Ramsey, only about six miles, takes just a few minutes and, Paul seems to be getting more confident with each outing in the car. He does seem to have trouble with finding the gear stick though, as his hand seems to miss it often, landing on my knee instead and brushing along my thigh a few times.

As we stop for the traffic lights at Parliament Square, he asks “Where now?”

“Follow the Mountain Road, but park in the space at the Hairpin.” As the Mountain Road, officially the A18, is part of the TT road racing circuit, many of the corners have names that everybody knows and uses. “We’ll be walking up the glen from there.”

“Ugh… Hills!” Paul groans, but he does as I ask and parks slightly back from the corner, in the little side road.

The initial climb up the Victorian-named Elfin Glen is quite steep, but a few dry days have helped to keep the mud to a minimum and the fallen leaves are crunchy under foot. The Isle of Man isn’t famed for its autumn colour, but the few leaves that are left on the almost-bare branches are a mixture of pale browns and yellows, punctuated by a scattering of evergreen conifers, shrubs and strangling ivy.

The stream at the heart of the glen is barely a trickle, but still being fed a little from the peaty, boggy slopes of the higher hills.

“I’ve actually never been up here,” Paul tells me as we walk slowly up the steep climb to the first footbridge. “It’s really very nice. Do you walk up here often?”

“Not so much these days, but I do like it. My grandmother used to live just down the hill at this end of town. When I was a kid and even when your age, I guess, I would come up here often. Through this glen, up around the Albert Tower, all over the place really.”

Once over the bridge, I turn back to the north for a short detour. “Come on Paul, the view is spectacular.” I lead him to the fence above the old quarry. Here, almost a hundred metres above the town, the whole place is spread out below us.

“Wow, you can see almost the whole town from up here.”

“Yes, are you glad you walked up now?”

“I am. I’m surprised there aren’t more people about. It seems very quiet. Is it always like this.”

“Well, I’ve probably walked up here more than fifty times and I’ve only met other people on a handful of occasions. Mostly people walking their dogs, or the odd tourist in the summer.”

“Alan, you said you walked around here as a teen?”

“Yes, quite often, just out on my own. It was nice to find a bit of solitude sometimes, a bit of an escape from life, I suppose.”

“Have you ever wanked out in the open, out here?”

“Honestly, yes. There is something a bit exciting about possibly getting caught with your cock out.” Paul moves to stand behind me, still looking out across the town, and wraps his arms around me from behind.

“Do you want to show me your favourite spot?” he whispers in my ear before nibbling on my earlobe gently.

“You’re filthy,” I tell him as I take him by the hand and lead him back towards the glen. I drag him up a short, abandoned zig-zag path that stops at a very old, very rusty farm gate surrounded by dead ferns and gorse bushes. Paul pulls me in to a tight hug as he starts to kiss me and rub himself against my thigh.

“Very filthy,” I whisper as I move my hand down to stroke the bulging fabric of his jeans. Still kissing, he slowly pulls down on my zipper and manages, not without a little difficulty, to free my throbbing cock from my boxers. I take a little longer, struggling with his button-up fly, but within a few moments we are both released and can begin to stroke each other.

“What if someone comes along?” he whispers.

“No problem. We just ask if they want to join in!”

“This is so hot. I’m really turned on.”

“I think that’s the whole point. I’m the same. I think I’m coming already!” With a couple more rapid strokes of Paul’s hand, I shoot onto the bushes beside us, lowering my head on to his shoulder to stop myself wobbling.”

“I’m there!” he moans and I drop on to my knees to take him in my mouth as he spasms and spurts into my throat. I stand back up and hold on to him for a long moment, both breathing heavily and flushed red. We manage to fumble our now soft cocks back into our pants and both giggle a bit.

“Come on,” I tell him. “There’s a bench a few yards further along the glen. Let’s go and sit down for a minute.”

As we make it to the bench, nothing more than a flat plank across a couple of upright bits of tree trunk, we both sit down, Paul reaching to hold my hand, fingers intertwined.

“You’re so flushed,” I tell him when I notice how red his face is. “If someone comes along it’ll be obvious that we’ve just had an orgasm.”

“Alan, you look just as bad. This was a bad idea.”

“Yes. But it was really hot!” I snuggle in close and we start kissing again, comfortable in the solitude and silence.

The comfortable silence is broken a few moments later by the arrival of a big black Labrador who proceeds to sniff Paul’s groin inquisitively. Seemingly satisfied with his investigations, he continues up the path, deeper in to the glen. His owners, a middle-aged couple, appear from around the corner a few moments later.

We exchange quiet hellos and they continue on their way, following the dog deeper in to the valley.

“I think we might have pushed our luck far enough for one day Alan,” Paul says as he looks at me with a bit of a smirk. “Perhaps we should head back to your place?”

“That was a bit close. They couldn’t have been far away when we were…”

“Oh fuck, don’t even think about it. Maybe this really was a bad idea.”

“Well, it isn’t as if it was planned, is it?”

“Erm… No?” Right, so Paul always wanted to have some sort of sex on the walk today. That’s something to file for future reference.

“Bad boy!” I give him a slap on the backside to confirm my displeasure. “Get your cute arse back to the car.”

“Yes, Daddy!”

“Don’t. Just don’t, ever!” I moan as I follow him back down the hill. I’m following because I like how he walks, particularly downhill, and his arse really is very cute.