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and pleasure merging as one, and once his balls slapped against my ass, he began to buck his hips. At first he thrust slowly, allowing me to grind against his hips, but he soon built up a steady rhythm, each forward thrust bringing him closer to his ejaculation. The closer he got, the harder and faster he drove his shaft deep into me.
    Grunting loudly, Simon drove his cock once more hard into me and held it there. I felt him twitch violently before he began to unload his seed into the condom, covering his cock deep inside my ass.
    Reaching down, I began masturbating furiously as I felt each twitch release more and more of his seed. I wished he wasn’t wearing a condom so I could actually feel his fluid swilling around inside me until it finally began to trickle out of me and down the crack of my ass.
    Totally exhausted and with my arm aching like hell, I let my cock drop from my hand, only for Simon to swiftly wrap his hand around me and continue stroking me furiously. Gasping breathlessly, my balls tightened once again, and before I could utter a single word, I began to come for the second time. Simon smiled down at me and milked every drop from my cock, lifting his fingers to his mouth and sucking my juices from them.
    Once he had tasted all he could and his fingers were clean, he bent forward and kissed me hard on the lips. Slowly, he pulled his still hard cock from my ass and collapsed down on top of me.
    Wrapping my arms around him, we rolled so we were on our sides, facing each other, and we kissed lightly.
    “Promise me again, Leon. Promise me you won’t treat me like shit.”
    “I promise,” I said. Kissing him once more, the two of us closed our eyes and we slowly drifted off. Still wrapped in each other’s arms, neither of us woke until the middle of the next morning.
     

 
     
    Chapter Eight
     
    Over the next four months, as our relationship grew stronger and stronger, Simon and I grew closer and closer. Some nights I would spend at the house he was still renting, others he would stay at mine. Twice a week we stayed apart, neither of us wanting to spoil what we had by being in each other’s pockets twenty-four hours a day.
    Work helped as well. My graphic art had taken off more than I ever thought it would, and I was churning out two, sometimes three new pieces a week. Some nights I would work until the early hours of the morning and sleep until the afternoon. Simon, on the other hand, had begun working at one of the big car showrooms in the next town, becoming the top salesman by the end of his first month.
    By our second month, we were going away together two weekends a month, from Friday until Sunday night. Even the townspeople had become accustomed to us walking through the streets arm-in-arm, something I thought we would have real problems with. But apart from the sneers from the local thugs, everyone left the two of us alone.
    In fact, during those first four months, the only time I became worried for us was when Simon’s ex, Nate, tracked him down. He did all he could to try and win him back, including asking him to go through a civil partnership, but Simon just kept telling him he was happy with me and he wanted nothing to do with him.
    Finally Nate got the message and left the town, but not without begging Simon once more to move abroad with him. It was as we came to the end of our fourth month I received the phone call from Simon, asking me to meet him no later than eight o’clock at the Italian restaurant where we had our first meal as a couple.
    "Leon, I think we need to talk."
    "What's wrong?"
    "Look, just meet me at the Italian place where we had our first meal," he said before hanging up abruptly.
    Whatever he wanted, he sounded serious, and I assumed he was going to tell me it was over, he wanted to end our relationship. Still, if he was, I wasn’t going to let him go without a fight. I showered and shaved, dressed in my best black shirt and trousers, the same outfit as I wore for our