Never Too Late by Edgar Morgan

Author:Edgar Morgan
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Gay & Lesbian, Urban, Gay, Lgbt, Erotica, Literature & Fiction
Published: 2015-05-10T22:00:00+00:00

Part Eight

Carl rang to say his friend, Ian, would be down on Sunday. Would it be OK if he stayed, or was he rushing me into things too quickly?

"Fine," I assured him. "Is he driving himself? Has he directions?" He had. Carl left nothing to chance, stating he would be around for drinks about four-thirty.

The days passed in conviviality. Rama was just what I needed, a mature gay, happy to agree with everything I said regarding sex and to be companionable. Having much to learn, I was more than willing for him to teach me. His gay life extended back some six years into his early youth, but he'd not lived in a relationship.

"It was always brief stands in hostel bedrooms," he explained, "quickies, for fear of being caught. There's no privacy in a university hostel, and it's so hard to keep quiet when you're passionate. If you turn the radio up to drown out the sounds, people who knock know you're at home. I found the saunas great places for pleasure, relaxation and sex. I met a number of fellow students there, but didn't tell them where I lived although they said they knew me by sight. Like you, I kept my identity secret. I didn't want to do anything to cancel my student's visa. It's often hard enough getting one extended without complications. You home is obviously a safe house. That brings on a tremendous feeling of relief. I don't think I'd have know you were gay if we'd met in straight society."

"I didn't know I was gay either until a hotel waiter in London realised I was and sent me to a gay club for a sauna. There I realised I had leanings that way. That was six or seven months ago."

Within days we were old friends, both claiming the other so easy to live with. We took little for granted and did not impose. During those early days there was only one moment of disagreement.

"You won't pay any board until you're sure you want to stay," I said.

"But, I know I want to sat. My room's beyond description; five-star comfort. The whole house is a dream, as is the cooking not to mention SJ, herself. I want to stay, and I would be obliged if you'd take my money."

"No, it's too soon. Wait for a week or two. Have a holiday here before we discuss the financial arrangements. Don't worry, I can afford it. I'm not exactly broke so no more mention of this until I return to it later."

"But..."

"No buts. On this issue you'll have to do as you're told!"

Ian arrived in time for lunch on the following Sunday. I wasn't surprised by his appearance. Any lover of Carl would be superior, and this lad was certainly that. The only blemish to his fair-headed, blue-eyed appearance was a scar on his forehead.

"Rugby, last season," he explained. "Got kicked in the head by a Rotorua boy. Accidental, but very painful at the time. I think I'll give rugby away.

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