the sweet agony of his re-entry.

He kissed me to silence my cries and I readily kissed him back. My lust for him was intense, despite the pain. His tongue wrestled with mine as he buried his stiff cock in me and remained inside.

Then he started to fuck me properly. Our mouths were still locked as he repeatedly thrust into me and I lost myself in how good it felt. His hands relinquished their grip when I stopped struggling and he used them now to brace himself as his strokes became harder and more rhythmic.

Our laboured breathing and moaning filled the barn and echoed from the high ceiling, but we were miles from civilisation and there was no need to hold back.

He withdrew once more and turned me onto my side, positioning himself behind me where he immediately slid his stiff member back into me. I had curled up, but he hugged my chest, pulling me to him and straightening my back. This only intensified the feeling of each thrust. Then he grasped my erection and moved his hand up and down my cock while he resumed fucking me. The pleasure was almost too much to bear.

My breaths were quick and shallow now and I did not attempt to control my impending orgasm.

His hand had stopped moving and was now holding my cock tightly while he concentrated fully on fucking me. But I was so aroused at this point that no outside stimulation was necessary. He was clearly nowhere near finishing with me, but I could not stop myself from climaxing. Time ceased to exist. The ground moved as I came, Erich still gripping me firmly in his hand.

Close to sobbing with ecstasy, so utterly content and gratified was I at that moment, I slowly came down again. But his thrusts did not falter, merely sped up somewhat. Groans of animalistic pleasure came from my throat and he whispered things into my ear that I shy from repeating even here and now.

* * * * *

All the time I had known my friend he had always had something of a controlling streak to him, but after that night in the barn his possessiveness got worse. Rather than bring us closer together the sex brought out a new, darker side in him that frightened me. We hardly spoke now, instead passing our time together in other ways. I silently complied as he touched me, kissed me and had his way with me, too petrified to do anything else.

I do not mean to imply that I did not enjoy it, for I most certainly did. I was, however, intimidated by him and my fear pervaded every moment I spent in his presence, even those of intimacy.

His moods were now even more unpredictable and volatile. He demanded sex constantly and was becoming increasingly careless about how and where he made his advances. While I can’t deny that the stolen kisses and secretive groping were exhilarating, this new change in our relationship made me very uneasy.

Our visits to the theatre and the opera helped greatly to improve his disposition and I was thankful to have the old Erich back, if only for a few hours. But in the back of my mind I was aware that the performance would eventually draw to a close and I would be alone with him again.

The Wagner production we attended had kept him talking long after we’d left the opera house at