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“Your turn”, said Cody, reaching for Luigi’s hand and tugging him up off the floor.

He moved his head towards Luigi’s cock.

“No,” said Luigi.  “I want a good schoolboy wire pull.”  He grinned at Cody.  “Use that lube.  It’s pretty good.”

So Cody squirted some lube on his hand and, his eyes never leaving Luigi’s face, he cupped Luigi’s cock in his hand and began to stroke it, slowly and carefully.  Luigi was right.  Having Cody pull his wire, his hand slick and supple with lube, was special.  He could have gazed at Cody’s flushed sweaty face for ever, but then Cody leaned in to kiss him, still stroking and caressing his cock.  Cody had always been a good kisser—Luigi tried not to think of how much practice he’d had—and all Luigi could feel was the warm urgent mouth and its mobile tongue and the hot slippery hand which squeezed his penis.  His pleasure built and built but still he hadn’t climaxed.  Then Cody reached up with his other hand and twisted Luigi’s nipple.  Luigi felt his prostate ache so intensely it was almost painful, and his jism jetted all over Cody’s face.

“Jeez, you’re good at that, Coads.”

Cody’s smile was gentle, but it reached his eyes. 

Good! thought Luigi.  It’s getting better. He’s getting better.

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Cody thought for a bit.  “I didn’t even know I was bi,” he said.  “Gay.  Whatever.  I had girlfriends.  I never had sex with a man.  I used to get crushes on guys at school.  I thought everybody did that.  Felt that.  That it was just an intense friendship.  And then at uni, there was this bloke, Camden.  We were friends.  I dunno about best friends, but close. I was over at his place and we were stoned and drunk.  Not drunk.  Tipsy.  Just the two of us.  And then he said to me, ‘have you ever been with a bloke?’ and I said ‘no’ but it was exciting.   I popped an instant rexie.  And then he said, ‘do you wanna?’ and I said yes.”

“What happened?”  Luigi was absurdly jealous of this man who had been Cody’s lover.  He had to struggle not to let his jealousy show. 

“We fucked whenever we could.  Well, I dunno.  We just used to pull each other’s wires.  And kiss.  That was the best bit.  It didn’t seem gay, you know.  I know that sounds stupid, but, ‘gay’ to us was oral sex.  Or anal.”

“And the kissing?”

“Yeah.”  Cody grinned, a little sadly.  “That should have alerted me.  It was so … good.”

“Are you still friends?”

Cody shook his head.  He looked away.

Luigi leaned over and kissed him his ear.

When Cody turned to look at him, his eyes were brimming.

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He softly lifted her off his arm, and began to stroke her body.  His hands were warn and made her skin tingle.  Once more, his mouth moved down her torso, slowly, tantalisingly, and reached her pussy.  His tongue moved into body.  Her whole self had shrunk down to just this exquisite, almost unbearable bliss.  It seemed an age and also far too short a time until waves of pleasure moved out from her groin through her body, intense pleasure, so strong it was kin to pain.  But she knew the difference.  She knew pain.  This was new.  This was ecstasy.  This was something she had never experienced before.  

Keith held her close until she had stopped shaking.  Then he lifted his head from her body and looked at her, his face shining with triumph and pleasure and gladness. 

He cradled her in his arms and she rested her head on his chest. She could hear the solid reassuring thump of his heart.  Her head rose and fell with each breath he took.

I shall never be happier, she thought.  Already she was locking away her memories deep in her heart.  She didn’t trust that her happiness would last.  It never had before.  After a while, he said to her, “now you must do me.”

She coloured.  She hadn’t thought of that.  She’d assumed—she didn’t know what. 

“Here!” he said, giving her a bottle of lube.  “Squirt some on me, and then put your hand round me.”

She did as he said, glad of his guidance. 

“Now move your hand up and down,” he suggested.

The yellow of the street lights illuminated his body.  She would never forget that oddly coloured half-light of his bedroom, of their first time together.  For her it would always have something other-worldly and fantastical about it.

“Kiss me,” he said, his voice warm.  She could tell he was smiling.

She could taste herself on his mouth. 

She quickly got the hang of it.  In a few moments, he went rigid under her and growled, and jism splashed across his stomach. 

“That was … lovely,” he said, wiping himself down with the trunks he’d been wearing.

Too shy to speak, she burrowed her head into the curve of his neck.

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“Yeah.”  Luigi nodded.  “I’m glad Jace found you, Co.  I couldn’t bear … you … I love you Cody … don’t … don’t … do something stupid.”

“You mean like kill myself?”  Cody’s voice was deeply ironic, bitter and sad all at the same time.

“Yeah.  Like kill yourself.”

“I won’t.  I think.   I … see, I thought about what had happened.  And I know this sounds stupid, Lou, but I feel that I was meant to escape, to live.  So many lucky things happened.  I mean—how likely is that?  But … what will become of me?  OK, I still have a job.  But … will I ever see my kids again?”

“You will.  I promise.”

Cody looked comforted but Luigi had no idea if he could make his promise come true.  He knew lawyers.  Friends of Richard.  The lawyer who’d drawn up Richard’s will and fought on his behalf in court when Richard’s family had contested the will.  Yeah.  He’d fight for Cody.  And Luigi would use Richard’s money to pay him.  He knew that was what Richard would have wanted.

His cock had gone flaccid and the cock-jacket hung on it loosely.  He took Cody’s hand and put it on his cock. 

Cody smiled a little sadly.  “What shall I do?”

“Anything you want.  Whatever.  Whatever doesn’t hurt.  How about a good old-fashioned wire-pull?”

Cody pulled him down onto the bedclothes and kissed him slowly, carefully, as if Luigi were something precious which might be damaged.   “I love you, Lou,” he breathed as his hand sought Luigi’s stiffening cock.

After, they lay entwined, the jizz on Luigi’s stomach sticky between them. 

They slept.

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As he munched sandwiches and sipped tea, Keith was like Jason also thinking about Cody and Luigi. He knew better than to believe in 'in love'. Jason was far more romantic than he was. Keith had been a whore. He thought sex was pleasurable, sometimes intensely so. He loved making love to his friends, to Tom, to Esmé. He loved Tom very deeply. But it wasn't 'in love', that treacherous but seductive state which has more to do with chemicals and electricity than profound affection from deep in your heart. He admitted to himself that he was half 'in love' with Jason. But Jason was also his friend, as well as being sexy and desirable. He felt much the same now about Luigi. At first, he'd been hostile and afterwards still reserved. But now he loved Luigi as much as he loved Jason. He adored them both.

Like Jason, he too was willing to welcome Cody into their charmed circle.

But … he himself was bisexual. Maybe, if he hadn't had to earn his living by selling sex, maybe if he'd been an ordinary bloke who'd ended up with a nice normal nine-to-five job and a wife and kids he wouldn't have known that he was capable of loving and lusting after men. He supposed that if he'd lived at a time when being a homo was criminal he would have set aside his desires for men, his love and affection for men, and been happy to be an apparently straight married guy. But over the years he'd conceived a loathing for the religious bigotry that denied him and people like him the right to be what they were, to be loved, even the right to life itself. When he thought of Tom and Jason and Luigi, and how fine they were, he would feel a slow-burning anger build in him, a determination not to have a key part of his life dictated by the thin-lipped. He had no intention of pretending to be straight just to keep those drongos quiet.

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