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MY FLAT MATE By Nigel Dean

“Can you put me up for the week-end ?  Brian’s away and I can’t get in contact with him until Monday.  I just need somewhere to stay for a couple of nights then I’m off for good.”

I was delighted to let him stay. “Of course.  Stay as long as you like.”

“Two night will be fine.”  Carl said. “When Brian gets back I am going to move in with him then find a job in London.”

I looked at him standing there in blue jeans and a red tee shirt.  He had but a small bag with him containing a few possessions.  

“Let’s make this a fun week-end,”  I smiled, “let’s both have a good time.  I’ve a camp bed you can crash on in my room if that’s OK with you.”

“Thanks.”

I was beginning to formulate an idea.  I wanted Carl, wanted to view that which his body kept hidden behind his clothing and to wrap myself spiritually and physically round it all.  While I left Carl to sort himself I made a quick telephone call.  My flat was small, just a living-room, one bedroom and a bathroom, I had to whisper for Carl not to hear me.  I called a friend, Steve, on his mobile.

Steve and I sometimes played squash together and sometimes we would chill out in the sauna at our local leisure centre. “Steve, you fancy a sauna tomorrow ?”  I willed him to say yes.  “Carl’s staying over; he’s finally decided to clear out and he’s a bit low.  Thought we may take him along and lighten him up a bit.”

Once inside the changing room I made my way to the toilet and locked myself inside one of the cubicles.  I pulled down my trousers and pants to look at my semi-hard dick.  I couldn’t go into the sauna like that.  I stared at it and willed it to go down.  It did but slowly.  Only when I felt absolutely calm and confident did I return to the changing room, undress to join Steve and Carl.

“Where you been ?”  Steve said.  “Thought you’d gone home.”

“Needed a wee,”  I lied.

“Better out than in,”  Carl smiled.

There he was, Carl as naked as the day he was born and ten times a beautiful.  I guess if I am to be honest there was nothing that special about Carl’s body - he was no ancient god in human form - but every inch of skin, every fibre and muscle held out a magnetic attraction to me and he represented the finest male specimen those gods could send down to a mortal earth.  A bit skinny, I guess: about five foot nine: dark - almost black hair - fairly long; hair starting to sprout on his chest with a trace line down his navel to: …..  Hell that part of his body was beautiful. Uncut, about six inches, perhaps a bit more, and quite thick.  He sat on the edge of the wooden sauna bench, knees apart, feet crossed and tucked under the bench.  His balls hung gently down with his cock falling in a line down their centre.

As Carl sorted foil containers from the small carrier bag I began to undress then sit cross legged wearing just my underpants on my bed.  Carl copied me and squatted not on the camp bed but at the foot of my own.  I guess a camp bed is not the most comfortable item of furniture but perhaps there was more to his seating arrangements than this. We ate with plastic forks courteously provided by the take-away and made small talk.  I began to steer the conversation.

“So you liked your first sauna ?”  I began.

“Yep, must do it again some time.”

“It didn’t embarrass you having to be nude like that ?”

“Nah.”

“It did me on my first time.”

“Well you don’t have anything to be embarrassed about,”  Carl smiled.  “In fact I’d say you look pretty good.”

“Thanks.” My cock was starting to rise again.  “You’re not so bad yourself you know.”

Carl scraped the corner of his container and took the last mouthful of food.  He looked at me as he scooped the morsel and savored the last taste of the meal.

“I nearly got a hard on the first time I went to the sauna,”  I continued.

We adjusted our positions so this could take place.  My own plasma of rapture was still over our two bodies as I knelt between Carl’s legs and took his cock slowly in my mouth.  He could not have been far from cuming and I wanted to prolong the experience so I moved slowly and very gently.  The tip of my tongue just lightly touched the head of that special cock.  I felt for its groove then explored the rim where the head meets the shaft, first with my tongue gently caressing then with my lips.  Down I moved to take more of it inside until I was close to Carl’s lovely bush of dark and thick pubic hair.  I closed my lips tight and slowly began to suck the air from my mouth my cheeks pulling in against my jaw.

Carl began to sigh deeply.  His hands rested on the back of my head and pressed me towards him.  My tongue was busy now rapidly exploring every inch of flesh within my mouth.  I inhaled and exhaled several times, each time generating a suction within my mouth.  He came and I swallowed all I have to give.

We lay naked together in the one bed, our bodies adjacent to each other in that small space, our arms entwined about ourselves.  We slept lightly in a dream of pure joy but no dream could ever replace the experience we had just shared or the feelings we were building and developing for each other.

I awoke shortly after midnight and so did Carl.  “You are the best friend I have ever had and ever will have,”  he said.

“You are the only friend I ever want to have,”  I replied.

“Please take me all the way,”  Carl spoke gently and with a deep meaning and desire.

I took my lover by the hand and led him to the foot of the bed.  He knelt facing the mattress then bent over to present his rear to me.  I looked at that beautiful form and pulsed with desire to be deep inside him.  First I kissed the left cheek and then the right.  On the right I sucked to pull the tiny blood vessels towards the surface and create a love-bite. When I was done I leaned back to examine my work; I was well pleased with all that I saw.

My fingers parted the way between his buttocks for me to press my cock deep inside then released the two cheeks to clamp hard against my shaft. Instantly I began a movement to thrust as deep inside as I could, withdraw slightly then thrust again.  My groin made a slapping sound against Carl’s bum each time I pushed in.  I longed for my cock to be bigger in order that I could reach deeper inside that fantastically sensuous body.  I would have forced our bodies into one being if only I could yet while our physical forms were separate I could feel our minds coming closer together.  I could experience the feeling Carl had and knew a little of what it was like to have me inside him.  I could feel the beat of his heart within my own chest and know his solid erection inside my own.  Although there was no hand on Carl’s cock, neither his nor mine, I was controlling it and bringing it to its climax with my mind.  I was in control of my own ejaculation as well as that of my friend.  We came simultaneously with a pleasure of experience beyond that of any normal encounter.

I withdrew and snatched Carl by the shoulders to bring his face to mine then kissed him with my tongue penetrating as deep inside him as my solid manhood had just done.  When our lips parted Carl traced his tongue down my breast and took my left nipple in his mouth sucking for all he was worth.  Then he moved slightly to its side and took his turn to mark me with a bite of love.

Although he had cum two times already that night I urged with all my power and mind for Carl to insert himself inside me and before long he was thrashing that stupendous cock of his between my own bum cheeks.  I pinched them together as tight as I could.  There was a sensation of pain having him inside me but it was a pain of the purest happiness, there was an boundless man-love between us.   The love was being explored on the surface by mere physical means but on a higher level our two minds were exchanging thoughts and emotions at the speed of light and without the need for simple words.  Such bonding I had never experienced before and have only experienced it ever with Carl.

When he came inside me the gentle warmth spread through the whole of me radiating sensitively outwards from the centre.  That warmth remained long after Carl had withdrawn and we fell asleep again in each other’s arms.

The morning came too quickly and as time neared for Carl to leave tears pricked the backs of my eyes.  His brother was returning home that Sunday afternoon and Carl was to take a train to Euston where Brain would meet him.  I wanted to beg him to stay but I knew it would not be right.  We were lovers but could be only lovers with the occasional time together, his parting would not be good-bye but simply farewell until next time.  Carl had to leave and put the bad memories and times of his home and parents behind him; destiny would permit me to be a good time in his memory and something to return to.

Carl also was close to tears as the hands of the clock moved ever onward.  It was he who suggested a photograph before we parted, two photographs one for each of us to remember that night by.  Two photographs turned into twelve and were taken using my digital camera.  I saved the poses onto CD’s, one for Carl and one for me.  Naked we sat together at the computer as the pictures were downloaded and copied onto the CD’s.  It was then time for Carl to dress and leave.  I didn’t walk to the station with him, neither of us could have born that, but wished him a safe journey and good speed until he was able to return.

He did return but that’s another story.  Several stories to be honest. But Carl is never far away and I from him, we have memories of some very special times with every thought sealed in our minds.  I seldom look at those pictures on the CD, I do not need to for Carl’s picture and his being remain always very close to my sight.  Carl is special to me and always will be.  For two nights we had been flat mates, sharing the same living space but while distance separates us we both live together in the same rooms in our hearts.