We all manage to cram ourselves in Mum’s estate car for the Saturday evening drive into Ramsey, but with Paul and my brother, it’s a very tight squeeze in the back. We’ve chosen to go for a Chinese, not that there’s much choice in such a small town, but we didn’t want to travel the twenty or so miles to Douglas. Mum doesn’t drink, so all the rest of us can have a beer.

I’m really not one for social occasions or get-togethers, but for once I feel that I can really enjoy myself. I’m out for a meal and so is my boyfriend. I know it’s not just the two of us on a proper date and that we have to be discrete, but still, dinner with my boyfriend.

We choose a set banquet and honestly, have a really good time. All of us manage to enjoy the food and everyone takes the opportunity to make a few jokes and have a bit of fun, often at my expense. I know how socially awkward I am and don’t need my whole family making it worse, but at the end of the evening I still feel as happy as I have in a long time. With Paul sat next to me, our knees occasionally touching, anything is possible.

The drive back to the house is a short one, but Paul manages to hold my hand, fingers interlocked as I lean on his shoulder. Alf pretends not to notice, but I see the reflection of him smiling in the window of the car as he turns away.

Once we are parked, Paul goes to his car and retrieves a small overnight bag before following us inside the house. We all say our goodnights and then Paul and I head upstairs.

“Spare room?” I ask innocently.

“Fuck no, your room!” He hauls me into a messy kiss as he pushes me backwards towards the bedroom door.

“Hey, slow down, we have all night. Brush teeth first.”

“Fine. Actually, I really need to pee. I don’t normally drink beer.”

“It’s a good job we have all night.” I can’t resist slapping him on the backside as he heads to the toilet and I step into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

Within a minute, Paul’s standing behind me at the sink, one arm around my waist and the other holding out his own toothbrush for me to squirt some paste.

Once we’ve cleaned up, I take him by the hand and lead him back across the hallway and to my bedroom. He leans back to push the door closed and starts to turn the key.

“Leave it unlocked,” I whisper. “In case you need to get up in the night in the dark. That beer might have an effect on you later.”

“Good point,” he agrees. “I’m bound to need to pee again. It’s a good job the loo is right across the hall. I can’t get lost.”

Fumbling in his pocket, he pulls out a small jewellery box and places it in my hand. “Happy birthday my love,” he says softly as he kisses me on the lips.

Inside the little case are two silver letters, about an inch tall with a hole for a hanging ring. One is an ‘A’ and the other a ‘P’.

“Do you think you can find something to hang them from?” he whispers as he kisses my neck and nibbles gently on the lobe of my right ear. “You wear both of them together for now, until I can wear yours.”

“Hmm… I love you!”

“What do you normally wear in bed?” Paul asks as he helps me out of my dress shirt and trousers. “Are you a pyjamas person?”

“Well, actually, usually nothing. I hope you don’t mind that.”

“No, that’s cool, I usually just wear my boxers, but I wouldn’t mind being naked, the same as you.”

“Just grab the dressing gown off the hook on the door if you do go to the loo in the night. Don’t embarrass my mum by going out there with it all hanging out.”

“I’m sure she’s seen more than one in her life!” Paul mutters. “She’s had two husbands and you two boys as well.”

“Yes, I know. She saw me naked after puberty as well. I had to have surgery for a torsion when I was fifteen. She helped me with dressings. Doesn’t mean she needs to see your junk as well though.”

“A torsion, what’s that?”

“It’s when your testicle gets looped around the tubes in your sack. The most painful thing in the world. They have to open your scrotum and untwist things. I needed both sides doing.”

“Oh, so you have scars, on your ball-sack?”

“Barely. They just blend into the wrinkles. You can look if you want, but there’s really not much to see.”

“So, do we choose sides?” he asks after a moment of silence.

“Sorry, I’m not used to this. I’ve never shared a bed with anyone. It’s a little awkward with it against the wall, but do you want the inside or the outside.”

“I’m cool either way. I don’t mind the inside; I can always scoot down to the bottom if I need to get up in the night.”

“Quick then, get under the duvet,” I mutter as I drop my boxers to the floor. “It’s bloody freezing in here tonight.”

Paul slips under the cover and slides over to make room for me. I reach up to turn the bedside light off and lie down on my back. Paul snakes an arm under my neck and turns on to his side facing me, sliding his body up against my side. Gently he applies pressure to my neck until I’m forced to turn over to face him and our bodies are pulled closer together.

The beginnings of our arousals are obvious between us as he brings his free arm over my side and pulls me in for a slow kiss.

I let my arm slide down his flank to rest on his hip for a moment, then slowly go a little further to gently massage his buttock.

Now fully hard, we grind into one another as our kisses become more passionate. Our free hands are now roaming far and wide. Paul strokes from the nape of my neck down my spine and into the cleft of my arse, causing me to shiver involuntarily and I can’t resist slipping a hand between us to grasp both of our members in a loose grip to stroke gently. After a few moments, we swop, Paul’s hand diving between us to take charge of our erections while I move to slip the tip of my finger into his hole gently.

“You’re leaking buckets,” he whispers between kisses.

“I need you to fuck me, now!”

“On your side?”

“Yes. Here, put this towel under us.”

We break apart for a few moments to place a strategic towel, then roll back together, this time with my back to Paul. He strokes me a few times then pinches some of my pre-come between his fingers and uses it to start to lubricate my already receptive hole.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” I moan as his two fingers slip right inside me and begin to twist and slide in and out. “So, so very good!” When he stops to once more grip my cock, I moan in ecstasy as his grip tightens. He simply coats his fist in more pre-come and I can tell he’s using it to lube himself up.

I moan into my fist once more as I feel his rock-hard tip at my hole, firmly but gently pushing in to me. I move my hand down to grip myself, but Paul’s hand pushes me away. “No, I’ll do that!” he whispers, grasping me firmly as he begins to thrust in to me slowly and incredibly deeply. I lift my knee a little to ease the pressure and whimper softly with each thrust and stroke as he pounds my prostate. He kisses the back of my neck repeatedly, his breath hot on my skin.

The little bit of alcohol we’ve both had may just have taken the edge off our senses, but this just makes us last for what seems like an eternity. Paul maintains his slow and deep rhythm, matching his thrusts to the movement of his hand on my shaft.

I’m biting my lip in built-up ecstasy, but finally I can’t take any more. “Paul, I’m coming!”

Paul gives a few rapid strokes of his hand, matched by simultaneous deep thrusts of his pelvis and we both come at the same time. I can feel spurt after spurt of semen from my cock and, despite the power of my own spasms, still feel every pulse as Paul fills me with his own orgasm.

Paul places his lips gently on my shoulder as I whisper “Fuck, I love you so much.”

“I’m glad you said you were coming when you did,” he whispers. “I wasn’t going to be able to hold back for a moment longer.”

“Every time I think it can’t get any better, you prove me wrong. I don’t see how it can get better than this though.”

“Perhaps not, but it can be as good again and again.”

“Paul, you’re incredible. How can you be so good at this.”

“Alan, it takes two of us for it to be this good. You’re so hot it really turns me on. You’re amazing.”

Thankfully, the towel has done its job well. We clean ourselves up a little and I toss it on to the floor with our scattered clothes before turning to face Paul and we cuddle in close. I’m utterly spent and, despite the strangeness of being in close contact with another, I drift off to sleep with my head on Paul’s bicep.