An Old Man's Life 16/17 I felt good when they left. I had a feeling of fulfillment and accomplishment, that I hadn't had in a long time. Bob told me I had saved Teto's life. That might be a little strong, but I feel it was one of the more important things I have done in my lifetime. London, England Paul and I got home from London a few days ago. Being apart from Bob for three months was hard for me, and I don't know how Paul and Bob stood the 6 months he was away. It was the first time Bob and I have been apart for more then a few days, in the last 13 years. I can't believe it, Bob is 24 now, and we've been together for 13 years. I used to worry about living until he was 18. I tried to let Paul and Bob have a lot of private time together over the weekend, and they couldn't keep their hands off each other. We were in the den, and I went to the kitchen to get us some drinks. By the time I got back, Bob had Paul's pants and underwear around his ankles. He was on his knees in front of Paul, and Paul's big hard dick was buried down his throat. His hand was working Paul's big nuts inside his full sac. Paul started gently fucking in and out of Bob's mouth, as he stroked the back of Bob's head. Bob slowly bobbed his head up and down on Paul's big tool in time with Paul's gentle thrusts. They both looked over and grinned without ever missing a beat, as I entered the room. I have never understood how Bob can grin with so much expression, when his mouth is full and bloated with one of our hard dicks. They weren't in any hurry, as Paul was working on his third nut of the day. It took about 20 minutes before Paul tensed and groaned, "Oh, Baby", as Bob swallowed the love offering Paul gave him, spurt by spurt. I'm not saying that Bob didn't pay me a lot of attention too. He let me know he really loves and missed me, but they're young and full of spunk, and I have trouble with once a day. I can't even remember the last time I was able to cum three times in one day. I'm sorry, I'm jumping ahead of myself. The company wanted Paul to work in the London office for six months. His boss quietly took him aside and told him he could turn the job down, but if he went, the higher ups would remember he could be counted on. He didn't say so, because he couldn't, but Paul got the impression that turning it down would not be the right career move. He only had a week to decide. They had to have time to find someone else if he didn't go. Paul was torn. He loved working for the company, and he wanted to go. It would be a great experience. The chance to see England might never come his way again. The boost it could give his career couldn't be measured. But to go without us? The family would have to break up for six months in order for Paul to go. Bob encouraged Paul to go, telling him it was what they had worked so hard for. He even let him know he was a little jealous it wasn't him they made the offer to. Bob told him six months would pass, and we could all be together again. It was Bob's idea that I spend three months in London with Paul, and three months in Houston with Bob. It wouldn't be so hard on Paul that way, and they would each share the experience of being alone. The company would give him a generous living allowance while he was there, but since we are not legally married, we would have to pay my way if I went with him. Poor Bob had to stay in Houston no matter what we did. Paul spent the next week getting ready to go. The big hold up, was on getting his passport and visas. He wasn't worried about getting along with his English boss, they had been communicating by e-mail ever since Paul had gone to work, and he felt they would get along fine. There are a lot of good people in the London office, but none were ready to step into the job that unexpectedly became vacant. His job in England was to groom an employee to fill it. Before we were ready for it to happen, Paul was gone, and there was an empty spot at the table. That first night, I asked Bob to fuck me. I lay on my back and lifted my legs to my chest. He used KY jelly as he slowly prepared my chute to accept his dick. I knew he was already missing Paul as much as I was. It had been a long time since it wasn't the three of us together. Bob slipped his dick into me, and slowly we started our comforting of each other. Bob went slow, working his dick into me as far as he could, before slowly starting his withdrawal. He didn't try to hit my prostate each time, we wanted it to last as long as it could. Gently he fucked me, minute by minute, sometimes hitting my prostate, sometimes not. Bob started speeding up. I tried to slow him back down, but he said, "I sorry, I've just got to cum. I can't stand it any more." He sped up, fucking harder into me, hitting my prostate each and every time, driving deep into me with his need. "Oh, Maaaatt!" My prostate felt ever pulse and contraction of his dick as he shot his load. Each warm spurt of cum being welcome in my channel. My dick shot one large glob onto my stomach, as I grunted, and then started dribbling out my cum. I held my husband close to my chest, pouring out my love and comfort to him. We didn't need to speak. When he tried to withdraw his dick from me, I locked my ankles behind him, and pushed him back tight against my butt. I don't know how long we lay there like that. When my legs started to ache, we got up and went to shower. "It's going to be harder then I thought, Matt." "I know, Bob." Paul would e-mail us several times a day. He would describe to us the places he saw and how London appeared to him. Paul could have been a writer. We knew just what his room looked like at the hotel he was staying at, and exactly what we would see if we looked out his window. We knew the waitress where he had breakfast every morning. It was almost like he was there with us, but I couldn't touch him. I couldn't hold him tight. I couldn't feel him inside me, shooting his massive load, or be inside him, showing him how much he means to me. I couldn't find his shoulder that's my pillow as I sleep. Paul would close the last e-mail of the day with the number of days left before I joined him. He was trying to find a flat, (an apartment to the rest of us), that he could rent for the few months we would be there, but wasn't having any luck. He found one available that the owner was willing to rent on short term. His e-mail said, "I won't ever let you live in a dump like that!" I e-mailed him back, "I don't care where we stay. We won't be there forever, and any place I can be with you, is going to be a castle." Paul e-mailed us that when his boss found out he had been looking for someplace for us to stay, he had offered his extra bedroom. Paul had come out to his fellow employees when he first got there, telling them he was in a gay marriage. Even though England seems to be much more liberal about gays then the USA, he hadn't known Brown (his boss) was also gay. The subject had just never come up. They made arraignments agreeable to all of us, and Paul moved into the extra bedroom. Paul began getting settled in at Brown's. He wrote he has more free time at work then he knows what to do with. He has to be there, because the job is his responsibility, but the lady he is training does all the work. He has been doing the tourist thing on his days off, and wants to take me to some of the places he's been, when I get there. Paul told us in one e-mail, that he really missed Bob's cooking. "I wish you had taught me how to cook. Brown can't cook worth shit either. We're living on canned foods and frozen dinners, or eating in restaurants." Brown has a two bedroom town house. The bathroom, or as Brown calls it, the loo, is the first door on the right down the hall. Paul's room is the second door, with Brown's bedroom across the hall. Of course Brown has the largest room, with a private bath. Paul has to go into the hallway to get to the bathroom he uses, so he bought a robe. Paul's bedroom window looks out into the small back yard, or garden as Brown refers to it. "It's a nice place, and I'm comfortable here," wrote Paul, "but it's not home, and I miss you guys something terrible." After Bob read about Paul buying a robe, there was a new one laying on our bed that night for me to take. The time of my leaving was getting closer, and I was torn between wanting to be with Paul, and having to leave Bob. Brown has 'friends' stay overnight once in a while, and Paul told us that sometimes makes him so lonely he wants to cry for us. He said the day after Brown had one of his sleep overs, Brown noticed Paul was depressed. He asked Paul what was the matter, and Paul told him, "I miss them so much. Especially at night." Brown offered to have sex with Paul, but Paul turned him down without hurting his feelings, and told him Mr. Thumb and his four sons would have to do. The week before I left, I tried to keep Bob drained. I got him off every way I could think of. I would wake him in the mornings giving him a blowjob. I would have his pants down as soon as he came in the door from work, and I would fuck him if I could, or he would use my love chute. I would get him off the last thing every night before we went to sleep, his love making growing more frantic as our time together grew shorter. Paul met me at the gate as I cleared customs. I knew from the way Paul had described him that the man next to him was Brown. Paul grabbed me in his big bear hug, swinging me around, and telling me "Welcome to England. Let's get home fast." No one around us took any notice, except one older man that smiled. We didn't kiss, but acted as if I was his grandfather he hadn't seen in a long time. We got my bags in Brown's car, and he told me it would take about 45 minutes for us to get home. I was apprehensive of the other cars, for some reason, and then it dawned on me, even though I had expected to see it. They were all driving on the wrong side of the road. Paul and I set in the back seat on the way to Brown's. It was hard to keep from grabbing him and devouring him with kisses. I satisfied myself with just touching his leg, running my hand up and down the inside of his thigh as he was doing to me. I let my hand slip a little higher up on his leg, coming to a stop at his full package. Paul opened his legs a little more, as I cupped and massaged him. Brown had been talking ever since we had started off, pointing out points of interest along the way. I had been answering him when he asked me a question, but couldn't put my heart into the conversation. I just wanted to drink in my Paul. He was the only point of interest I was interested in. Brown had asked me something, and I looked up to see him watching me and Paul in the rear view mirror. He had a big grin on his face, letting me know he knew exactly what we were doing. "Paul's been a good lad since he's been here. I offered to help him take the edge off, but he bloody well turned me down. The poor lad's been having to be satisfied with a wank." "I know. He tells us everything." I told Brown. "Everything?" asked Brown. "Everything." I replied. We were soon at Brown's house, and unloaded my bags from the car. We had barely gotten in the house, dropping the bags in the middle of the living room, when Paul's hand was in my mouth pulling out my 'falsies'. His hands slipped down to my butt, as he pulled me tight against his body. I could feel his hard dick pressed against me, as I am sure he could feel mine. We forgot about Brown even being there, as we entered our own world. Paul's lips were crushed against my mouth, as his tongue lustfully sought mine. His tongue was running across my gums as I felt him stiffen a little, and his hard dick jump. I suspected what had happened, but I didn't want to break our kiss. I just held my Paul hard against me, and gave him a little pelvic grind.