"Yes, we finished the job early today Steve, so I thought good, a bit longer weekend.”

I so enjoyed living with Steve now, I reckon it was the best thing I have done for a long while was to buy a place with this guy on a mutual understanding. We both had our own rooms but we could still share all the other things to which we had become accustomed - even the occasional night together which was so very special.

“Didn’t hear you come in?” Steve asked gingerly.

“No need to hide anything, Steve. I knew you had a guy in your room.”

He looked somewhat embarrassed: “Mmm. Were we that noisy?”

I smiled to show him I didn’t mind, no strings attached, that was the understanding from day one , that I was not jealous or anything like that, we spoke of maintaining our independence and still being in a position to be free when it came to relationships. Okay I did have a thing about not being able to give him what he gave me in our relationship and he went along with that quite well. It seemed only fair that he should have another also with whom he could enjoy that which I could not give.

I have always been like that, mainly unable to maintain an erection strong enough to give Steve the pleasure he gave me. Steve, bless him, was always trying to get me up enough, all that rice and edible paint, all that squirty cream! but although I enjoyed and could still cum it wasn’t enough to penetrate. If you are asking why don’t I try viagra, tell me about it, tried that - but no deal.

“Don’t worry about it, Pete - I guess you have just more female hormones that’s all.”

We met on the internet gay room, surprising how many guys seemed to be serious but when it came to the crunch didn’t turn up for a date. Steve was different and refreshing. It was all a little hassled at first, we needed to get to know each other enough before we took each other to the privacy of our home, so it was a rather frantic sucking and wanking in the back of my gas guzzling car so we could guzzle each other. It became a personal joke with us because that very first exiting time I took him back to my car in the parking lot, a leaflet was stuck on the windscreen about my gas guzzling 4 X4 and how it effects the environment. Anyway it sort of broke the ice when we did get into the back seat, just chatting on at first - waiting for the other to make the first move. We had plenty of privacy because the windows were tinted and no one could see in. Eventually we got talking about sex and our preferences and I went for it and placed my hand over his crutch - just squeezing a bit to test his reaction. I noticed from the inset he had a nice bulging lunch box. I shall always remember that look he gave me the first time a felt him - so very inviting, the sort of look that tells you, you are on a promise - and so I continued to fondle and squeeze as he spread his thighs for me, moaning for me not to stop, that it was so good. I felt him swell so quickly, his jeans were bulging and instinctively I unzipped him, felt him with my fingers through his fly. It