Muscling Through by JL Merrow Page A

the way his arse tightened around me, all hot and slick inside, and pretty soon I was bucking up into him and filling him up with my come.
    “Al!” Larry said again, and his voice cracked a bit, and then he was shooting his load all over my chest in hot little spatters.
    I wanted to paint him all over again, to catch that moment so I could keep it forever, and it made me sad to think I’d never get it exactly right.
    Then I thought, what the hell.
    We’d just have to keep on doing it.

Chapter Eight

    We were having breakfast one morning, when Larry said, in a funny voice like he was trying to be casual, “Do you know, Al, we’ve been together a year today?”
    And I grinned, ’cause I may not have loads of letters after my name like Larry’s got, but I can remember dates okay, as long as I write them down. “Yeah, I knew that. You want to go out to celebrate or something?” I got up and went and put my arms around him from behind, and I kissed his neck in the place that always makes him shiver. In a good way, not like he’s scared or nothing. “Or we could, you know, stay in and celebrate?”
    Larry kissed my arm, ’cause he couldn’t reach nothing else. “I think we should go out.”
    So we went out for a meal at this Japanese restaurant Larry likes, and we had sushi and sake and all that shit. It was really nice, though the food’s really tiny, so you got to order lots of it. On the way home, Larry kept saying we had to go this particular way. I didn’t know what he was up to till we got to this dirty street behind the shops, and I realised it was the one on the way home from the pub to my old place. The one where I’d stopped to have a wazz the first night we met. It was kind of weird being back there, because it was a happy place because we’d met there, but it was sad because Larry had been all scared. So I gave him a cuddle, but he pushed me away. I was wondering what was going on, but then he went down on one knee right in the middle of the street, in his posh suit and everything. His voice went all funny, like he was scared again. “Al, you’re the most wonderful man I’ve ever been terrified by down a dark alleyway. Will you marry me?”
    I must’ve had this big grin on my face as I picked him up out of the dirt and I held him tight and I said fuck, yeah, only was he sure that was what he really wanted? ’Cause I know he could do way better than me if he tried.
    He said, “Al, that’s the stupidest question you’ve ever asked in your life,” but I don’t reckon it was. I bet I ask way stupider questions than that every day, but as long as Larry don’t mind, I guess that’s okay.
    It was just perfect, with the streetlamp flickering and the rain making the place look all shiny, and when we got to the end of the street, there was this bloke having a wazz, just like I’d done a whole year ago, and Larry and me saw him and burst out laughing. Then the bloke got really mad and we had to run away, because I didn’t want to have to punch anyone out when it was our anniversary and we’d just got engaged and all.
    And when we got home, I got Larry up against the wall, and I kissed him and kissed him, and then I jerked him off and got jizz all over the carpet, and he wouldn’t let me clean it up until after he’d blown me. So there’s still this little rough patch by the wall, but I don’t think you’d know it was jizz if no one told you.
     
     
    Larry said all along if we just stuck together his family would have to come around. I thought maybe they wouldn’t, but he was right, like he always is, ’cause when we sent them the invites to our civil partnership ceremony, they accepted. And I think they must have been talking to Larry before the day, because they didn’t buy us toasters and crap like that; they gave us art stuff and tickets for the opera. Larry’s teaching me to like opera. He says by the time we celebrate our twenty-fifth anniversary, I might even be ready for