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Game for Two

By: amyredek



'Do you play chess? It's a game only two people can play,' the virtual stranger asked me having only been speaking together for about five minutes. I say virtually, for all I knew at that moment was his name which he offered to me as I sat down on the bar stool in a bar on B sector. Lucas Lantell he'd said offering his hand after I'd ordered my beer.

'Terry Dowding,' I replied, shaking the proffered hand and accepting my beer from the bartender at the same time.

'Do you live on this sector,' he asked as I took my first sip of the cold beer.

'No. I live on D sector,' I answered. 'D twenty.'

'I'm on D nine, just along from yours.'

With that, we talked for a few minutes, enough to learn that he was forty years of age and had decided to retire. At forty I had queried? He'd been a worker on oil rigs since the age of eighteen and had worked bloody hard and all the hours he could because the pay was high and had saved and invested as much as he could and was now comfortably off to stop that dangerous work. He had a house in England and had bought this villa on D sector a year previously and was now living in it. On asking if he was married, he'd said no for he'd found that he preferred the company of men rather than women. He'd tried living with a girl but couldn't handle the hassle that she'd brought into his life and so would rather stay single.

I in turn told him that I was sixty, a widower for the past two years just after having bought our house. Like him, I had enough money left in the bank to see me to the proper retiring age of sixty five and was enjoying my time here instead of working right up to that age.

Then he'd asked me if I played chess.

'Yes,' I said, 'though I haven't played it much over the past forty years.'

I then agreed to give him a game or two in the near future. We talked for another hour with him telling me of life on the rigs and I related my early years in the Merchant Marine as we drank a few more beers. After which I asked him if he had a car and he said that he would be buying one soon but had walked up to the bar. Now this was a forty five minute journey at the least on foot, so I offered him a lift back.

I pointed out my road and carried on to his and dropped him off with a cheerio and promised to meet him in the bar a few evenings later.

This I did and we seemed to get on well together so much so that I accepted his offer to go round to his house for a game of chess the following day.

It was early summer and quite hot already and so only wore a light shirt, a pair of shorts and sandals and found that he'd set up the chessboard out by the swimming pool under a large sun umbrella. I remarked on the high walls that surrounded the place and he said that the previous owner had built them for it was a re-sale. He brought a cool bag out with some beers in it and a kind of Styrofoam sleeve that your glass could fit into to keep it cool.

We played and I lost the first game quite easily from some stupid mistakes. He won the second one but had to take longer to do so. The third one finished up as a draw.

'Well I can see some of the skills coming back to you,' he smiled. By now we'd taken off our shirts and still we were covered in a fine film of sweat. 'With a bit more playing I can see a strong challenger in you.' I felt that too, now having to really use my brain for the first time in years, it was slowly coming back to me.

'How about a swim? To get rid of this sweat?' he asked as he stood up.

'I didn't bring any trunks,' I replied.

'Who needs trunks,' he said, using a toe on each foot to pry down the leather strap around his heels. 'With these high walls, the neighbour's can't see a thing.' He then pulled down his shorts and kicked them off and I saw that not only was his chest, hairless, a nice golden brown, but also the rest of his body. I noted too that he'd been circumcised as I had been, what, a few years previously.

He dived into the clear water and I watched as he did two whole lengths of the pool before coming up for air. I had slowly got up and divested myself of my sandals and shorts displaying the white middle parts between chest and legs. He shook his head clear of water and grinned at me as I dived into the cool refreshing water.

I surfaced quickly for swimming was not my forte. Paddling and doing the doggie paddle was about all I could manage.

'I thought all seamen could swim?' he asked as I paddled to the shallow end.

'What, in a six foot square canvas water butt?' I replied standing up waist deep. 'Where did you learn to swim?'

'Just came natural,' he said as he swam over to me. 'Though I did spend my first eight years diving off the rigs. Though for the most, I was in those big cumbersome suits with weights to take me down. That's where I earned most of my money. But then I just used to jump off the rig into the sea to swim for the sheer pleasure.' 

He then submerged again and brushed past my legs as he did another two lengths beneath the surface.

We stayed naked in the pool for about half an hour before he got out and I watched his strong brown body move so easily across the tiles to an enclosed toilet and changing room that had been added to the original building. He came back with two towels, one of which he offered to me as I climbed out, aware of my growing paunch as opposed to his flat stomach. He dried himself as I did and he wrapped this small towel round his middle and got two more beers out of the cooler and went and stretched out on a lounger, indicating for me to take the other as he handed me a can of cold beer.

The towel was a rather small one and with my stomach, the two ends only just met to be able to be tucked in as I took the can and lay down opposite him as we popped the tops and drank some of the beer.

'So you've been widowed for what, two years now?' he said, looking at me over the top of his can, one leg exposed to the sun through the gap of his towel. I nodded as I drank. 'So what sex have you had since then?' His voice was soft and low and I got an inkling of where this question was leading.

'None,' I replied. He changed tack with the next question.

'With seven years in the Merchant Navy, did you ever have sex with another man?' His blue eyes were now looking at me intently.

'Yes,' I admitted, 'though I never got round to playing the part of being the female.' I knew then what was being offered and I felt my cock start to respond to what my mind was thinking. I then noticed that he also now had an erection under his towel for it was lifted slightly in the middle.

'Well without having had sex for two years,' he said in a quiet voice that only just carried over that short distance between us. 

'I wouldn't mind being the female for you if you want.'

I looked across at his strong bronzed body and had a tremor run through my body as my cock was now really throbbing at the unspoken thoughts that were running through my mind. Such was my sexual needs that the strength of my own erect prick, had forced the towel round my waist to part though not actually reveal what it was still covering. I saw his eyes flick down to see that I was indeed aroused and he gave me a small smile. 

'I can see that one part of you wants to.' He leaned across and flicked the towel away to show that it was indeed true.

'Shall we go into the house and you can have me in there,' he said as he stood up, his towel falling away to show that his prick too was upstanding and quite big it looked too. He held out his hand and I took it with a trembling hand and got up myself, leaving the towel behind on the lounger.

It was in a slight daze that I held his hand and let him lead me over the patio tiles and through into the house. We walked through into his bedroom where he turned round and went down onto his knees and took me into his mouth. I gasped at the heat of him and gave out a shiver as his tongue roved over the steaming head of my cock.

'You're a big man too,' he said, briefly lifting his head up off of me before taking me back in to continuing sucking on me. It had been forty years since a man last did this to me and it brought back a flood of memories and I stroked his head subconsciously and knew that I did indeed want to fuck him.

A moment or two later, he released me and got up and went to the bedside cabinet and opened the drawer and pulled out a condom. I watched in a state of, not quite shock, but of mixed feelings that this was happening so fast and I was about to fuck another man after so long. He'd unwrapped the rubber and now was rolling it down over the length of my shaft before standing up and getting onto the bed on his hands and knees, lowering himself down onto his elbows so that his brown bum was up in the air being offered to me to fuck.

What bliss to enter such a tight hole after thirty years of a slack vagina and this also brought back many memories of me being in my early twenties and fucking anything that stayed still long enough. I was fully inside him and gently moving myself in and out as I stroked his hips and waist trying to picture who was the last male I'd fucked. Their images flashed past through my mind's eye and I couldn't pick out which one it was but I knew that I had enjoyed having whoever it was as much as I was now fucking Lucas. Then it hit me that it was nearly three years since I'd last had sex with my late wife, not two, but such was the pleasure I soon began to feel that I was about to come and held his hips tighter and began to ram myself tight up to his thighs. My cock was throbbing and my balls were aching and it was a most satisfying experience to once again have my cock surrounded so tightly as I began to jerk inside the body beneath me as I came.

I leaned against his hips as I panted away and could now feel the sweat running down my forehead and chest, some of it dropping onto his back.

'You sure needed that Terry,' Lucas gasped, 'and it was simply great!'  

There was nothing for me to say, though I really should have thanked him at the time, but that could come later. I straightened up and pulled myself slowly out of him and he gave out a small cry as I slipped out and I saw his arsehole begin to pucker up, back to its normal size.

I got off the bed and staggered on wobbly legs to the adjoining bathroom and used some toilet paper to pull off the condom and drop both into the toilet pan before going back into the bedroom. He was now lying on his back and smiling up at me and opened his arms for me to move into and be hugged. I also got a kiss as he held me tight.

'That was well done Terry. I haven't had a fuck like that for a long time,' he said, this time, his kiss catching me on the lips. 

'Like chess, this is another game that only two can play.'

'Yes,' I replied, 'but who is the winner in this game?'

'There's no winner for it's always a draw. Both of us winners but then neither of us loses either so it's somewhat of a paradox,' he smiled as he moved up onto an elbow allowing my head to slip down onto the pillow. 

'Seven years in the navy and never the wife in your relationships. Have you ever wondered what we get out of it? Sucking on a male cock and being fucked by one?'

'Yessss,' I drawled out. 'I've often wondered that.' I guessed what he would be asking next and I got a funny glowing feeling inside my stomach.

'Would you like to just try sucking on me?' he asked confirming what I'd thought, as I felt his erection pressing hard up to my thigh.

'Would you come in my mouth?'

'I would like to and I have some tissues here for you to spit it out. I prefer to swallow it myself, but that's an individual taste, so the option's yours.' 

He saw the hesitation in my eyes though it was something that I had often wondered about for years, to hold another man's cock and take it into my mouth. Would I get pleasure out of it? I made up my mind to try it and see if it was something that I would enjoy.

'I'll....I'll give it a try,' I stuttered, 'but don't think badly of me if I don't do it right.'

'That I would never do,' he said with a smile. 'I think you are showing a degree of courage to do this.' 

He then moved off away from me and laid down flat on the bed, his erection, big and looking heavy, lay up on his lower stomach. I moved down the bed and, though it wasn't the first I'd ever handled, it was to be the first time I'd ever taken one in my mouth. 

I was pleased to see that my hand wasn't trembling as I curled my fingers round his shaft and held it upright, feeling it throb and pulsate, hot and hard as I grasped it firmly. I moved my hand up and down on it, feeling the silken skin move smoothly over the hard flesh that it covered, remembering that I had been but a young boy the last time I had done this. I could feel the strength and power in that weapon as I looked at the fiery head that was now almost purple in colour, the eye winking at me as my hand squeezed it near the top.

He was big enough for my hand to hold it from the base and still have the head showing above my fingers and looked down on it and marshalled up my courage to do something that I'd only ever dreamed of doing.

I quickly bent my head while I was in this thinking mood and took the head of his cock into my mouth. It was hot and I heard him give out a small gasp as my lips closed round under the base of it. I ran my tongue round the head and felt him quiver and I gently raked it with my teeth and felt that it was rather like a rubber bone that one gives a dog, though a bit more softer.

My hand was still moving up and down as I sucked on him and to my amazement, felt that I was getting another hard on from sucking on him. It was actually turning me on and gave myself up wholeheartedly to giving him the satisfaction that he'd allowed me by fucking him. There was plenty of saliva in my mouth and it moved quite easily in there as I moved it from side to side as I both sucked and chewed at the same time and it wasn't long before his hips began to buck beneath my arm.

'I'm coming Terry,' he gasped, though I didn't need to be told that as I felt his cock stiffen just that little bit more and I felt the sudden spurt of his semen hit the roof of my mouth. Not once but several times I felt his seed spill out of his cock and I kept my lips clamped tight round the head as he never seemed to stop pumping the stuff out.

He gave out one big sigh and I felt his body relax under me as I still held him there, my mouth now really full of him. I pulled my head up, releasing him and fumbled for the tissues which he passed down to me and spat out his coming and wiped my lips, but still felt and tasted the residue that was there, which wasn't as bad as I thought it might be. The head of his cock was still hard and coated in both my saliva and his sperm as I looked it being still held upright in my hand.

Even though I had spat out his coming, I couldn't help myself but to put my head down and lick and then suck what was left to come out of him.

'For a first time that was very good Terry,' he said, not a hint of condescension in his voice for which I felt foolishly pleased about. I moved back up the bed and as he had opened his arms, I naturally moved into them. 

'Can I kiss you to say thank you?' he asked. I nodded and didn't feel anything unnatural about us two men kissing each other. They do say that you feel as young as the other person you are with and I certainly felt that way at this moment. It wasn't until I snuggled down into his arms and lay my head of his chest did I realise that it was him holding me as though I was the female. But it felt comfortable to be held like this and I just lay there content, stroking his flat stomach and wishing mine was like it used to be.

We lay like this for awhile, each with his own thoughts until he stirred.

'Would you like to stay for some dinner? It'll only be a stir fry with a side salad and some of that nice crusty bread, oh, and a bottle of wine or two,' he added.

'I'd love to,' I replied as we then got up from the bed. He went over to a chest of drawers and pulled open a lower one and brought out some pieces of material.

'Here,' he said, tossing me a piece. 'In case you feel bashful about walking around naked. It's used like a sarong. Just wrap it round your waist and tuck the ends in,' which he was doing now with his piece. I did the same for he was right in the fact that I didn't really want to walk about naked. Well, not quite yet.

The stir fry was only a packet mix dumped into a large frying pan and stirred constantly. I did this while he made a mixed salad and set up the condiments and cutlery at a table on the patio just outside of the kitchen door. I was surprised to see by the kitchen clock that the afternoon had flown by and it was now early evening.

Dinner was ready and I carried the plates outside and saw that he'd even lit a small table lamp which made it nice and cosy. The evening air was warm but thankfully not humid and it was quite pleasant to dine a la fresco for a change. The salad was good as was the wine, one bottle of which disappeared quite fast. We even had brandy and coffee afterwards as darkness began to fall.

'Terry,' he said, leaning forward and placing his hand over mine on the table. 'Would you please stay the night with me?' It was an earnest entreaty for I could see this plea in his eyes. I thought that my car was inside my plot and the gates were locked as was the house and there wasn't anybody or real reason for me to go back that night.

'I'd love to,' I said, turning my hand round under his so that they could be clasped together. I wondered as I looked at him if my eyes shone as brightly as his were doing as I said this. He gave my hand a squeeze before letting go to pick up his brandy. It was nearly ten minutes before he spoke again and this time it was with a husky voice.

'Shall we go to bed then? The dishes can be left till morning.' He was smiling as he stood up and held out his hand which I took and we went back inside the house. It was now dark inside but he turned on a table lamp in the lounge and then left the bedroom door open after we'd walked inside. In the faint glow of this lamp from the lounge, I saw him take off his sarong and get onto the bed, already half erect and his body now looking almost black in that light and as I took off mine, the white strip around my waist showed up quite clearly.

I got onto the bed and automatically went into his arms and we held each other, both on our sides facing each other.

'Can I kiss you again?' he asked.

'Please do,' I answered him and he moved in closer so that our bodies touched first before our lips met. I suppose living with someone else for so many years had led to my past kisses being more of a token rather than one of passion so it was a welcome surprise to feel that I was being now kissed in this fashion. So much so, that I began to reciprocate and had no qualms about opening my mouth to let our tongues play with each other. If our cocks were not mashing themselves together, why shouldn't our tongues. It was both sensual and exciting to be once again kissed in this fashion and held him tight as our fervour mounted. He finally broke off.

'Make love to me now Terry. I want to feel you inside me,' he said in an almost begging voice. We broke apart, me panting with the passion that he'd aroused in me and I wanted nothing better than to stick my prick up his arse and fuck him. There was no more foreplay as we feverishly tore the condom packet apart between us and I rolled the condom down over my erection so he turned round and presented his backside to me. Even in the dim light I knew where I was going and quickly was between his legs and put my prick up to his entrance and held it there with my body as I placed both hands on his hips before pushing forward and sliding up into him.


Game for Two



I didn't crow but made some sort of noise I know as I felt his body heat surround my throbbing penis as I pushed right in till my thighs met the cheeks of his bum and could go no further. He gave out a delighted gurgle as I filled him and then it was into the fucking mode I went, moving my hips back and forth to make my prick shaft him. That all encompassing pressure around my tool was a thrill and gloried in the pleasure that I had denied myself for so many years of fucking another man.

I think he was enjoying it too for he used many superlatives during my fucking of him but, like all good things, it was soon coming to an end and that end was the tip of my cock that began to shoot out my sperm into that condom deep up inside his backside. My hands were holding his hips tight up to my thighs as I ground myself into him, giving little jerks as I came and almost drooled at the pleasure and the release.

I was panting heavily when I'd finished and half lay over his back as my cock gave out its own involuntary spasms to try and rid the tube of my semen.

'Don't pull out yet,' Lucas asked of me as I felt his body start to slide down onto the bed, carrying me down with him till I was then full length, flat on his back with my cock still up inside him. 'This is great,' he said as I felt his muscle keep giving me a squeeze and so I rocked myself on him and simply loved it.

But we eventually parted and he eased himself up a little so's not to pull the condom off me and leave it sticking up his arse. He gave out that little cry as I finally slipped out of him and slowly got off the bed to stagger through to the bathroom to dispose of it along with the tissues used to pull it off. He was lying on his back as before when I returned and now it seemed automatic to go into his strong arms and be kissed, his erection digging into my stomach as we did so.

This brought to mind the question that I had wondered about for many years as to what would it be like to have an erection such as this pushed up inside of me. What made men like Lucas like being fucked up the arse by another man? There must be something in it for them to keep on wanting it and spending their lives living and having men instead of a woman. I knew that by staying overnight I was going to be asked and I think by the fact of me saying yes meant that I was very shortly going to be asked if I would become the woman in this burgeoning relationship. The question wasn't long in coming.

'Terry,' he said, as we lay in each others' arms. 'You've already taken the first step by going down and sucking on me...'

'The answer's yes,' I said interrupting him. 'For many years now I've wondered just what it would be like to play the part of the woman and be fucked by another man, and this seems to be the right time to find out. All I ask is to be gentle at first and see if I can cope with it.'

'You darling,' he breathed, giving me a multitude of kisses which made me wonder if he'd rather play the role of the female in this game that only two can play. He'd moved on the bed to get out another condom as I got up onto my knees and leaned forward onto my elbows and knew that I had reached my moment of truth in respect of whether I was really a homosexual and had secretly wished to be for all those past years.

 I was already trembling as I felt him move in between my legs and gave a start, well a flinch really as his hand came to my hip first and then felt the head of his covered cock touch the very entrance to my backside.

'The secret is to relax,' Lucas said in a soothing voice. 'Just relax that muscle otherwise it might hurt. Just relax, he kept repeating as I felt the pressure of his cock there ready to be pushed in. His free hand was stroking my waist and thigh to this purpose and I tried my hardest to do so and he must have sensed the right time for he suddenly moved and I felt my arsehole expand as the head of his cock was pushed in. My muscle was too late to react and I felt him expand me and then it was inside and l felt the whole length of him slide in and fill me.

God what a sensation that was of having that space filled in the opposite way to what it was normally used for. It was incredible that I felt every vein of his shaft press against my insides as he really filled me and got a surge of delight as his thighs met my bum and I could feel his throbbing cock pulsate inside me.

I had given a grunt at the first entry and my mouth had hung open and I found that I was now drooling and quickly closed it and swallowed all the saliva that had collected there. What have I been missing all these years I gurgled to myself as both hands were now on my hips and I began to feel him slide in and out of me as he started to fuck me. I think the pleasure was greater than what any woman experienced for it being that much tighter and therefore more feeling was given to all the nerves that I had up there inside me that this cock was now ploughing through and giving me such joy.

I trembled, shivered and shook to all the different sensations that were flowing through my body, the nerves all alight and giving off little sparks of electricity that made me jump and twitch at every movement of that big cock moving in my back passage. Don't stop I silently begged as he held me firm as he rode me, pressing himself hard up to my bum and I also felt his balls sometimes slap the cheeks and it got even better as he started to come. Holding me tighter, his pace increased and I felt him swell even harder as he gave out a gasp and held me tight to him as he jerked himself off inside me. I could have shouted out with glory at this feeling that he was giving me as I felt his cock pump out his seed into the rubber and wondered what it would have felt like if this condom wasn't there between us. He gave out one final strangulated cry as he slumped over my back and this sudden weight bore me down onto the bed and then had his full length atop of me, his cock still twitching inside me.

This being the female of the coupling was just as good if not better than being the man on top I said to myself as I felt him kiss my neck as he panted, striving to get breath back into his lungs.

'You perfect diamond,' he managed to get out as he regained his breath. 'You don't know what you've just done for me.' You don't know the half of what I've done for myself, I silently said. I liked playing this part and gave out a cry as he suddenly pulled back and out of me, the cold air, or so it seemed, wafting round my bare arse as he moved up off of me and I almost sobbed at this sudden loss of what had just given me so much pleasure.

I still had tears in my eyes when he returned from the bathroom, but this time, it was my arms that were open for him. He almost fell into them as I kissed him repeatedly.

'Oh Lucas! I never knew that it would ever feel that way. It was so....so...wonderful,' I cried through my tears. 'If only I'd known..... I wouldn't have wasted all these past years.' I was really crying now, from experiencing what not many people have and I couldn't have felt any happier as I did at that time as I held him close to me as I kissed him.

I was hooked. Just once being fucked by another man and I was a goner in terms of only being the male partner in this game that only two can play. I wanted to be the wife! To be fucked until kingdom come, well till he came at least. I loved it and I loved the man that had turned me from a male chauvinistic to being a male who only now wanted another man to make love to me. To be taken and treated as a woman, to be loved and fucked at the same time. This late in life I learned what I had been unknowingly been missing and that was a rampant male cock up inside me.

In his arms I now cuddled close to him with my head on his chest, sucking and gently teething his nipple, content with having finally found myself. As we lay in each other's arms, I reflected back at how, after my wife had died, I took to putting on one of her nightgowns before going to bed, smelling her perfume that still lingered in it. Imagining that I was her and that it was her hand that fumbled under this gown to bring about my orgasm, coming in the folds of this negligee. 

I'd even gone so far as to start putting on her underwear, suspender belt, stockings and bra and posing in front of a mirror, seeing the incongruity of a male erection jutting out. Even so, the sight was enough for me to masturbate over the image I had presented of myself. Now, maybe with Lucas, I could do this again and instead of the dreaming of having a man take me, have the real thing of him fucking me while I wore this underwear. But these were just sleepy dreams that went through my mind as I drifted off to sleep.

                           *  

It had been over two years since I had slept with anyone and it was with a great feeling of pleasure to slowly wake up with another body pressed close up to mine. The only difference this time was to feel a hard presence pressing tight up to my back and feel, for the first time in many a year, a hand grasping my morning erection. I came awake instantly on remembering last night and moved my body to tell me that I still wasn't dreaming and that it was a hard prick pressing itself up against me.

'You're awake then,' came the soft voice of Lucas behind me as his hand gave my cock a few more strokes.

'Oh Lucas,' I cried as I moved, dislodging his hand from me as I turned over to face him. 'You don't know what you did for me last night,' I said as I kissed him, groping with my free hand to find him rock hard as I was.

'From this passionate greeting,' he said with a laugh and a smile, a smile that was worth dying for now, 'and what I felt just now, you would like to be relieved the same as I would. Now move down the bed a little way.'

This I did, wriggling down until my feet were hanging over the edge for his bed was of the divan type, meaning no foot board. He quickly moved too but had turned around and now I saw his feet coming up onto the pillows and then, there in front of my face was his massive looking erection, highly magnified it being that close.

He was upside down to me and I quivered as I felt him take me into his mouth and begin sucking on my cock. His cock, the one that that had been used last night to fuck me was there before my eyes, that wonderful tool that had given me a new lease of life, throbbing and just waiting for me to do what was being done to me. My hand went up and took his balls in hand as my mouth closed on that fiery head and took him in as deep as I could before giving myself up to the pleasure of sucking and teething it as he was doing to me.

Such was my joy in doing the same to him, my hips soon began to buck and I felt his hand take hold of the base of my cock as I tried to face fuck him as he sucked and chewed on me. He too reacted in the same way and I was forced to hold him so as to prevent him from choking me as his hips tried to stuff as much of himself into me at the same time.

I came with some gusto into his hot avid mouth, him sucking and taking it as I felt him stiffen and began to come into mine. Gone were my past inhibitions at doing this and hungrily chewed on him as he came, filling my mouth with his semen which I held there as he kept on pumping yet even more into it. My cheeks must have been bulging at the amount that came out of his cock and to my own amazement, I then swallowed it.

I'd only ever once before had had oysters, but though this was similar it its way, this was much better and I sucked on him even more to try and get some more of this ambrosia that his balls had produced.

I also had come at the same time, loving the way he sucked and literally pulled it out of me and I knew that he swallowed what I had given him for his mouth never left my cock as he still continued to suck and tongue me.

But finally with both wells sucked dry, we called a halt and fell away from each other, my heart still pounding at the fact that I had swallowed his semen. I lay there looking at his slowly deflating penis and took his balls into the palm of my hand and gently bounced them up and down as I tried to guess the weight and resolved that the next time, I would do this before he came to see if I could discern any weight difference. I knew that it would be negligible but that was besides the point for I thought that he would like me to do this to him anyway.

I think we both gave out a sigh as we got off the bed and went into the bathroom for the regular shit, shave, shower and shampoo. I used his toothbrush for as I'd already had his cock in my mouth, a toothbrush was a minor detail in hygiene. He had disposable razors in the cabinet which I also made use of before having my crap and then the shower. Body cleanliness was very important when having anal and oral sex, though with the latter, the thought of possible Aids was now too late so it was dismissed for I was getting too old now to worry about such a thing.

It was strange that though both of us were naked in both bedroom and bathroom, I still was somewhat reluctant to move about the house in that state and so wrapped the sarong round me but tied it in the female fashion over the right hip so that leg was exposed. It was also less restrictive when moving about.

I went into the kitchen and began to look for food for breakfast. My house was almost identical to his though his only had two bedrooms whereas mine had three, but the kitchen layout was the same. It was uncanny to find that he used near enough, the same cupboards as I did in the storing of things, even down to the cutlery and utensil drawers. Plates opposite the sink, cups and saucers in the first wall cupboard next to the sink. Pots and pans to the right of the oven and above and to the left of the oven were the condiments and spices.

The eggs, milk, tomatoes and such like were in the fridge as expected and these I got out as well as some bacon, bread and margarine.

'Scrambled eggs?' I asked him as he came in when I was getting everything out, 'and how do you like your bacon?'

'I like my men hard,' he said as he put an arm round my waist and kissed my shoulder, 'and the bacon soft.' I smiled at him over my shoulder and got on with cooking breakfast.

'Are we eating outside?' I asked.

'Good Lord! I forgot about the dinner things,' and he went out and brought in the debris from last night and then made coffee as I got round to dishing up the breakfast meal which we took outside into the glorious sunshine and finished off the meal with toast and marmalade, it being typically English, except for the weather.

After us both washing up the things from two meals, took another coffee out and lay down on the loungers by the pool.

'You should get those white bits tanned,' he said and disappeared into the house and came out a few minutes later and gave me a soft leather sheath. 'Put this over the old todger and save it from getting sunburnt.' It was soft but thicker than a condom and I managed, with some difficulty, to get my penis inside it and then lay back to try and give my upper thighs and lower stomach a bit of a tan.

Few words were spoken over the next hour as we lay there side by side on our loungers, quite close to each other.

'Lucas,' I said, reaching out my hand to touch him, though keeping my eyes closed from the direct sunlight. 'I should really be getting home. The shutters are all down on my windows and the neighbours might notice this and think that something has happened to me. Living alone I seem to tend to bring out the motherly instinct in the women about me.'

'Yes, of course. I never thought of that being so secluded here myself,' he replied, his hand now taking hold of mine and giving it a squeeze. 'Would....could....do....do you think we could put off your going for an hour Terry?' 

'I think I could Lucas, what did you have in mind?' I asked, my cock already rising at what I guessed he was going to suggest.

'That we spent that hour in bed.'

'Yes, I'd like that,' I replied giving his hand a reciprocal squeeze. I then opened my eyes as I turned onto my side and looked at him and saw that his cock was up and hard against his stomach. 

'I thought you would,' he said as I saw his eyes move down to my lower region and I looked too and saw how ludicrous my cock looked standing almost upright in this leather sheath I had on it. We both had a laugh and he pulled it off and moved over and bent his head and gave the head of my cock a suck.

'No,' I said sitting up. 'Not this way. I...I want you too,' I finished lamely and was pleased to see him give me that sweet smile again as he stood up and held out his hand. I took it and let him lead me back into the house and into the bedroom with the unmade bed and we quickly got onto it and went into a clinch as we kissed each other quite passionately.

He got two condoms out of the drawer and handed me one and I quickly tore it out of its wrapper and rolled it down over my throbbing erection as he rolled over and went onto his knees. It was less than twelve hours since I'd put myself in between those lovely brown cheeks of his bum and I was eager to do so again.

I was soon between his legs and pushing the head of my covered cock into the hole of his backside and had the double pleasure of not only hearing him groan with delight but also of me now having my cock once again surrounded by the tight heat of his arse as I slid in to my full length. His hips under my hands and his bum tight up against my thighs as I felt my cock throb and also felt his pulse rate transmitted through it.

I really loved moving myself in and out of him and knew that in a few minutes I would be getting the same feeling of being fulfilled as he was now and getting the same kind of joy that he was verbally pouring out of how much he loved me having him.

It's one of the pleasures of life that doesn't last very long and I was soon ramming myself hard up into him before straining against his bum as I came in great bursts and thought of the day before by having had sex fulfilment three times whereas before, I was lucky to have been be able to get an erection and masturbate once a day. He certainly was putting life into me and turning the clock back at my having regained some of my earlier vigour in this department.

I pulled out of him and marvelled that this was my second coming so far this day and it wasn't yet mid-day. He groaned at my withdrawal and I quickly left the bed to get rid of the rubber down the toilet to be then able to have him have me for the second time. My insides were in a turmoil and on fire at having been fucked once and that I was really looking forward to being fucked again.

He was there on the bed, on his knees, his cock covered, waiting for me and I smiled and got onto the bed and assumed the position and had the joy and pleasure all over again of having a big cock pushed up in my arse to be fucked. I was in heaven, feeling not only his hands on my hips and his thighs touching my bum, but having that pulsating hard piece of flesh inside me. Moving in and out and at times, expanding my rear end as he would almost pull out completely, tantalising me with it there before ramming himself back inside till his balls slapped against the cheeks of my arse.

I was drooling and thanked my lucky stars that I had bumped into him a few nights before. This time now seemed so far in the past that I couldn't really believe so much had happened in the meantime. One minute a widowed heterosexual and the next, a devoted slave to male homosexuality. I found myself pushing backwards to his forward thrusts, trying to get more of him inside as he fucked me. But as I said a short time back, this pleasure is more of a fleeting one for it doesn't last very long and he was soon grinding his hips up to me as he came inside me.




Game for Two



But I loved it and wondered how long it would be before he would able to stick himself into me again. He got back onto the bed after losing his condom and we held each other as we kissed, saying at how we had both enjoyed the sex we'd just had between us.

It was with reluctance that I drew apart and got off the bed and got dressed. 

'You will be coming back Terry?' he asked and I caught the almost pleading note in his voice.

'Of course,' I said smiling back at him lying there, naked on the bed. 'I've still got to beat you at chess. Give me a couple of hours and have the chessboard ready.' I bent over him and gave him a kiss and I'm sure I saw tears in his eyes as I left the bedroom and let myself out of the house.

As his polygon was next to mine, it was only five minutes later that I entered my own garden and let myself into the house. The first thing I did was to raise the closed shutters letting any nosy neighbour see that I was still alive. It was still not quite noon but I mixed myself a large gin and tonic and went and lay down on my own bed and ran through my mind the past twenty four hours and squirmed with the delight of the memories that came to mind.

The big prick of Lucas and of me taking it into my mouth, the first one ever, and how much I'd enjoyed it. Then the sucking and finally swallowing of his semen and still wanting more, but then came the icing on the cake. To then have that erection pushed up into me and being fucked with it! What a glorious feeling that had been and I wished that I had started doing that when I was back in the navy. I might not have ever got married then.

This brought the images of my wife back to me. I had loved her, that goes without saying. Our time together, nearly thirty years was not something that you could easily dismiss when it was almost half of my present life. With us both being the only child of our parents and not having siblings was something we could handle and it was a bitter blow when we found out that she was unable to have children herself. We thought of adoption when it finally came out but we had gotten used to just being together so we didn't. Instead, we enjoyed each other's company and visited many places all over the world that we might not have been able to afford if we'd had children.

I finished my drink and went to what had been her chest of drawers and ran my hands through her underwear that after she had gone I had at various times put on and pretended that I was her and would sometimes go to bed wearing them and fuck the pillow. There had also been days where I would also put on one of her dresses too and spend all day inside the house acting as her. I then wondered what Lucas would think if I was to present myself to him wearing female underwear and wanting to be loved and fucked as one? But decide that it was too soon in our relationship to spring this on him though I really felt now that I would rather be treated as the female in what we did together.

I then realised that I'd been at home for over two hours and suddenly felt very lonely and wanted to be back with Lucas. To see, touch and talk to, and so I changed my clothes and leaving some of the shutters up, locked up the house and walked back to where Lucas, my new found love lived.

                           *

His plot differed slightly from mine by having his car port alongside the wall that separated it from the pool. It was big enough to drive the car in and also to turn round in so that you didn't have to back out onto the road. But as yet, he hadn't bought a car and the gate was unlocked and I went through this and then another gate that led into the pool area.

Lucas gave a small cry of delight when he saw me and quickly jumped up of his lounger and came over and gave me a swift kiss before going into the house and bringing out some beers. The chessboard had been set up between the loungers and I went and sat down and was served a nice cold beer as he sat down opposite me and we began to play. 

We drew the first game, I lost the second one but drew on the third.

'You're getting better,' he said with a smile when the game was finished. 'You're making it harder for me.' I never did get round to telling him that as a boy, I was the borough's schoolboy champion in my last year at college. It was just this forty odd year gap that had slowed me down and when you live the almost vegetable existence in Spain, it does tend to dry up the brain cells.

He had been sitting there in a sarong having put it on before we'd started and during our playing, I had taken off my shirt but was still wearing my shorts.

'Come on,' he said. 'It's time for a swim,' as he stood up and took off his sarong for me to see his lovely firm brown body before diving into the cool water of the pool. It took only a moment to divest myself of my shorts and sandals to join him.

We lazily swam about and played for nearly an hour with much touching of hands and the odd fondling of each other's genitals before we got out and rubbed ourselves dry before laying down naked on the loungers. I had laid down on my front to try and get my bum brown when he remarked that I should be careful with me being so white there, that he got up and got some lotion and began to rub it over my cheeks. It was when he stuck his finger up into me that I began to squirm, getting an almost instant erection, but it also aroused me to my need of him there instead of a finger. With my bum oiled, I lifted myself up onto my knees.

'Please Lucas,' I begged. 'Fuck the condom. Just fuck me now, please.' His hands were all oily and I'm sure he wiped them over his cock before he got behind me. He straddled the lounger which was solidly made of wood and not one of those cheap plastic things, and I felt his greasy hands hold my hips as the tip of his cock nuzzled the entrance to my back passage.

He slid in with ease and filled me not only with his cock but happiness too as he quickly began to move himself in the fucking of me. Live bare naked flesh was now being used inside me and I loved every glorious inch of his thickness that contracted and expanded me as he ploughed my field.

'You glorious man,' I cried as I felt his come splash the insides of my anal canal. 'I felt you come.' Dizzy with delight I urged him to keep ramming himself into me till he was completely empty before with much gasping, he pulled out. His cock, still huge, slowly withdrawing leaving an empty space behind and I'm sure creating a vacuum as my insides seemed to contract because of the lack of air. As his prick left me I felt just like a balloon and held the lounger tight as I thought I might suddenly take off as a balloon does when suddenly released, and fly around the pool area in crazy circles till deflated.

I quickly turned over onto my back and held my own erection that was throbbing enough to hurt, upright for him to see and wiggle it for him to attend to. This he did by placing his mouth over the head and with an oily hand, pumped me as he sucked and gave me the relief from the pressure that had built up whilst he'd been fucking me. 

I came in nice healthy amounts which he took in and I saw his eyes twinkling as he looked up at me, not letting go as he continued to suck and eventually swallow the entire contents of my balls in one go.

'You seem to like it both ways,' he said with a smile as he licked his lips.

'I do, I do,' I cried and it was only the fact that his cock had not long come out of my arse that stopped me from going back down on him.

We went under the small shower spray by the poolside where I carefully washed his prick as he washed his hands of the sun oil. It was only then that I realised that I'd had him fuck me out in the open air and thanked the Lord that the pool area was surrounded by high walls. Then it was back to the loungers to catch the late afternoon sun.

I raided his fridge that evening and found enough to make a meal which we ate outside again, also having two bottles of wine, though we did wash up the plates and other things before going to bedroom for a night of sex.

Orally to start with but only enough for arousal until I got him onto his knees to enjoy once again the pleasure of putting my cock between the brown cheeks of his bum and fucking him up the arse. I was rejuvenated with fucking this strong man's body beneath my hands and came with some gusto as I rammed myself in tight to hold him firm as my hips bucked out my coming.

Then it was my turn and had that sheer delight of having his prick back up inside and give me a most pleasurable ride.

'I think I'm coming to love you Lucas,' I said as we lay in each other's arms afterwards.

'I was thinking the same thing,' he replied as he kissed me. 'It's been such a long time since anybody has given me so much pleasure in so short a time.'

'Long may it continue,' I said, now a bit sleepy and so with a goodnight kiss, I soon fell asleep in his arms.

                           *

Next morning during breakfast and after our morning oral sex session, I mentioned about food.

'Let's go and get some provisions up at the supermarket,' I said, 'I can also let you see where I live. The inside I mean for we've got to go there to get the car for I'm not walking that far and carrying it all back.'

'Good idea,' he said, so after the washing up, we got dressed properly and walked those few minutes to my house where I got the car out of the drive and we went shopping.

I selected what I liked whilst he picked up the things he preferred and so we finished up with a full trolley, not forgetting the wine. We drove to his house first to unload some of the food till his fridge and freezer were full and then back to mine where we stored the rest. It seemed to be tacit understanding by this that I would be spending more time at his place that at mine. 

With this done, I then showed him over my home and he remarked that I was slightly over the top in furniture. We were in my bedroom at the time and I pulled open a few drawers and explained that I still had all my late wife's clothes and underwear there. He was by what had been her dresser and he dipped his hand into a drawer I'd left open and brought up some lingerie.

'With all this here, have....have you ever tried wearing any of these things?' he asked me in a shy voice.

'I...I...well...I did, just after she passed away. I wanted to recreate her if you know what I mean, but that was two years ago. I just haven't had the heart to thrown the things away.

'Would...would you put some on for me?' he asked. 'Now?'

'No, I couldn't! You'd only laugh at me. I thought I looked ridiculous the last time I did, what with my paunch,' I replied.

'Please!' he asked in a pleading voice. 'If you'll let me, I'll put some on too, then we can both look and feel like a woman that's being fucked.' I got a stirring inside my shorts at the suggestion and seemed to take a long time in replying.

'Well,' I began, dragging the word out. 'If you promise not to laugh.'

'I promise,' he said making the sign of a cross over his heart. 'But let me put some on too.' I reluctantly agreed and so we both quickly took off our outside clothes and began to put on stockings, suspender belts and finally adding a bra and I still thought I looked ridiculous with my belly hanging over the suspender belt that held up the stockings, but it had produced the same effect on both of us by given us massive erections that looked incongruous jutting out from this female underwear.

'You fill the bra better than I do,' he said with a shaky laugh as we looked at each other before moving in close to hold and kiss one another. 'God, these stockings feel so sensuous,' he said when we broke off the kiss, our cocks having rubbed up against each other. We were both really turned on dressed up in this way and I quickly went to the bedside table where I still had quite a few condoms left and got two of them out. 

Lucas went down onto his knees and took the head of my cock into his mouth and gave me quite a few good sucks as well as tonguing the erogenous zones around it. I passed him a condom which he rolled down onto my shaft and quickly got onto the bed presenting his arse to me.

I was slow in getting on the bed behind him, loving the sight of his brown bum framed by the black suspender straps down the sides of his thighs and the stocking tops being held up by them. His back looked that much different with the bra strap across it as I first stroked the sides of his body and waist before holding him firm and sticking my rubber clad cock into his waiting orifice.

He was as tight as usual and I loved the internal pressure he exerted round the whole circumference of my cock as it slid and disappeared into his backside. With it out of sight but not out of mind, I began to use it and really gave him a right good fucking till I came, panting heavily as I then leaned over his back and felt him use his sphincter muscle to try and squeeze what semen out that I had left in my shaft.

He gave out a cry as I pulled out of him and went off to the adjoining bathroom and got rid of the condom and felt a little self conscious as I walked back for him to see my own erection swaying about between these suspender straps and the tops of the stockings I was wearing.

'I want to do something different,' I said as I got to the bed by which he was standing, his erection already covered with his condom, and I pulled the pillows down to the middle of the bed before I got on to it. I then lay down on the pillows and leaned right back so that was bum was much higher and lifted my legs up, almost creasing my stomach in this position. 'I want to see your face as you make love to me.'

He saw that it was possible for my arsehole was now high enough for him to stay on his knees and yet still have the ability to enter me. He moved in and I rested the calves of my legs on his shoulders as he moved in closer and by him grasping me by the front of my thighs was able to pull me towards him.

What a joy it was to see the pleasure on his face as he looked directly at me as his cock began to slide into me until his thighs were tight up against my bum, my legs up high against his chest and shoulders. He mouthed me a kiss as he began to move and I saw that he enjoyed this experience of having me this way, seeing me smile back up to him as he fucked me. A whole gamut of expressions crossed his face as he ploughed into me and bent almost in half in this fashion, still enjoyed being fucked in this way. He almost lifted me up as he pulled tight on my legs as he began to shoot out his load and I gave out a sob to his cries of delight as he kept surging into me in his coming.

We didn't do it too often this way for it was rather back-breaking for the recipient, though we did find a better way later where we could even kiss one another as we fucked. This we tried later that night after we'd had dinner back at his place, minus the underwear which stayed in my home.

We took it in turns to sit on a hard back chair, naked of course and the one sitting was wearing the condom. I did it first and my cock was standing almost upright as I sat there and he then straddled the chair and my legs and lowered himself down onto my organ that I held upright for him.

He gasped as he slowly sat down on my prick that was, at the same time, moving up into him until he was then sitting on my thighs with me fully embedded inside him.

'This is fantastic,' he cried as his arms that were round my neck pulled me head closer to him so that we could kiss. My cock was throbbing inside him and I felt his pulse rate as we sat in this position while we kissed. Then it was up to me to bounce him on my hips and fuck him in this way.

It was great for both giver and receiver as we changed positions later and vowed that we would do it this way whenever we felt the inclination to kiss and cuddle at the same time.

                           *

We fucked each other silly over the whole of the summer, sometimes at my place but at his for most of the time. I was almost living there as I now seemed to be spending more time in his home than in mine. It was a natural progression that towards the end of summer he suggested that I moved in permanently and I agreed. That I was still paying rates on my own home was bye the bye for it was still far cheaper for two to live together than one in these circumstances.

So here I moved in and was happy to be the wife to Lucas especially when he bought me the underwear, to be dressed this way as he made love to me. I was happy enough to take on half of the household chores for I was every ready to bend over and have him fuck me whenever the mood took him which, to my delight, was quite frequently. Though I still fucked him too I was satisfied to bow down to his wishes and it made for a perfect harmonious relationship.

We became closer than peas in a pod and Christmas was a delight as we didn't stint ourselves and had great fun in decorating the house though we actually went out for our Christmas lunch at one of the best restaurants in town. But it was a happy time for us both in the giving and receiving of presents. The best one though was when he gave me a special one, his cock and body all tied up in ribbons that I could only unwrap with my teeth. I think we had sex in every conceivable place in the house over the winter period and I loved the dark evenings with a roaring fire, one that burns you on one side while the other is cold. Being sucked and fucked on this thick and lovely fluffy white mat in front of this fire. Then to kiss and cuddle and try to make dreams of the future.

It wasn't until the winter was passing that we lay in each other's arms and tried to talk of the future which I knew wouldn't be that long for me as I was just approaching my sixty first birthday. I suggested that I would make a new will because since my wife had died, I now didn't have anyone to leave whatever I had left, to give to. I left it in the air and Lucas said that he was in the same boat not having any living kin himself and why shouldn't we then make a mirror will. Each of us to leave whatever we had to the other.

I said that this was a good idea and so, a week later, we went into town and spoke to a notary. Both of us were now quite fluent in Spanish and so we had two wills drawn up with us both leaving everything to each other.

With this done, we both went off and had a celebratory dinner and I shouldn't really have driven home in that state, but I did and we survived. We had talked about Lucas buying a car to which I had said no for we still had mine and he came to accept that.

Spring had now sprung and it would soon be time for us to be sitting out by the pool again. Well in fact, it was now warm enough and so the loungers were brought out and we began to take advantage of that weak but still sun tanning weather to really brown me. I was not quite his colour but I looked much healthier since I had lost all those white bits towards the end of last summer. Now was the time to top it up and become as golden brown as he was. He now joked that he couldn't find my bum in the dark as he used to.

We had by now having adopted ourselves to each other's taste that we would do turn about shopping at the local supermarket and it was his turn this week. I hadn't as yet begun to have my car parked at his place and so he had to walk down to my house, get the car out and go and do the shopping.

While he was out on this weekly errand in his turn, I decided to give his place a bit of a clean. I'd helped keep most of the visible places of the house clean whilst there but now it was time to tackle the bits that always seemed to have got missed.

The bedroom was one such place and pulled the chest of drawers out and cleaned the space behind and in pushing it back, one of the bottom drawers had come partly open. I tried shutting it but it wouldn't go fully back and surmised that something had fallen out of one of the upper ones. So I pulled it right out and fumbled in at the back and found a large envelope which was quite dusty and then found that the drawer closed quite easily once it had been removed.




Game for Two



But what was an envelope such as this doing in a chest of drawers that was basically for clothes. I sat on the bed and opened it and dumped the contents out onto the bed. All it contained were eight pages of writing, stapled in twos. So there were four typewritten sheets, each of the back pages, being stamped and signed along with three signatures.

I was alarmed to notice that all four documents, for that is what they were, were all wills. The first dated seven years ago and the latest just over eighteen months. There were four different names on them as being the beneficiaries except one that occurred on all four and that was of Lucas Lantell.

Oh you bloody fool, I said to myself! I thought that I had found myself a lover to last me into my old age and now I've discovered that I was destined for an early grave judging by these copies of old wills where he was the beneficiary and that I was to be the next victim in line. But more fool him to have kept such documents about, even though he might have thought that they were well hidden. So all his protestations of love were a sham and that his sole purpose was to lead me into believing that he loved me enough to promise that we would live together in love and harmony for the rest of our natural lives when by the evidence before me, he must have said these same lies to these four other unfortunates. For I too had made such a will as he had, that we would leave all we had to each other.

I sat there stricken as to how and when he planned to deal with me and what preparations should I make to prevent this happening? I shoved this incriminating evidence to the back of one of the drawers and began to make my own plans to survive.

                           *

I kissed him when he returned from shopping and helped him unload the car and told him that I would drive it back later. I'd already prepared lunch which we had out on the patio with two bottles of wine to drink. To me, is was akin to the last supper even though it was only lunch and when we'd finished, we cleared away and washed everything up and went back out to the poolside and lay down naked in the sun.

'Lucas,' I said as we stretched out. 'Make love to me now. I need you.' I was actually begging him. 'No condom. I want to feel every inch and vein of you as you fuck me.' I raised myself up, leaning well forward on my elbows, my now, nicely tanned arse up as an offering. He couldn't resist it and he was soon behind me and I had the pleasure, my last pleasure of having his big thick cock being slowly moved in and out of me and I nearly started to cry at this last time I was going to feel of his manhood moving inside of me. 

'Harder! Harder! Hurt me! Fuck me as if it were rape,' I cried, desperately wanting to feel the after effects for a long time to come, from this lover of mine.

He reamed me good and proper and I knew that I was going to have a sore arse for a few days because of it, but it was in some-way of being an atonement for what I was shortly going to do.

I gave out a cry as he pulled out of me and then went off to wash himself before coming back, his cock now half deflated and lay down on his own lounger and looked at me expectantly. I moved off mine and went down onto my knees and took his deflating member into my mouth and sucked out as much of the semen that be left inside his shaft before rising up and giving him a kiss. I had deliberately kissed him from the opposite side to my lounger so that he was facing away from it as I gave him a Judas kiss, telling him to lie still as I wanted to have him lying in the prone position. 

That's where he misinterpreted what I had said for he stayed in that position, lying face down with his head facing the opposite way to me as I got up and moved over to my lounger and took out the club hammer that I had taken from his tool box and had concealed under my mattress covering.

It only took a moment to pull it out and move that one step and bring it down with some force onto the side of his head. It could have only been a micro second of pain as his skull cracked and had it driven into his brain. It was an instantaneous death and so he never really suffered except that it was me that had suffered. I had thought that I had found at last a lover that would see to my physical needs and comfort me in the twilight of my years but had found only deceit.

I then went over to the pool and washed the club hammer and dried it on a towel and went into the house and put it away in his tool box. I was still crying as I got dressed before going back out to the patio and began to set the scene. I've said that the loungers were sturdy and made of wood, well this model also had wheels at the top end, so I lifted the other end and wheeled it close to the wall. I then moved the small plastic table next to it and set up the chess board and pieces before wheeling the other lounger alongside.

Next was to go to my car and get the blanket that I had in the boot. This I draped over the front grill of my four by four and with it securely fixed, got inside and started the engine and slowly eased the car forward and gently pressed it against the wall that separated the turning area of the house from the pool, the wall which behind was now the body of Lucas on his lounger.

This wall had been built by local contractors and didn't really have any substance and it soon gave way and collapsed over into the pool area and over the body of Lucas.

I stopped the car and removed the blanket and shook it free of any dust and folded it up and stowed it back in the boot before driving it out and closing the gates behind me. I drove it to my home and parked it where it normally stood and went indoors and poured myself a large gin and tonic. The glass rattled against my teeth at what I had done but it was better that he was dead instead of me.

Many of my neighbours had seen me at home at this time of the day and I made a point of speaking to one of them to establish the time and left it an hour before I broke off the conversation saying that I had promised to play a game of chess with my friend up the road.

I walked back up to the house of death as I now thought of it, once it had been love but now? I went in through the foot gate and round to the pool and saw that the wall had fallen in just as I thought it would have and now it was my turn on stage as it were. I went and scraped my hands and fingers at pulling some of the blocks from the body of Lucas and got myself worked up into a histrionic fervour as I clawed at the blocks and dust covered plasterwork as I uncovered half of him before going to the mobile phone in the house and phoning for an ambulance, asking them to also contact the police about this tragic accident.

Being where we were in this urbanisation, I knew it would take them quite some time to arrive for I spoke mostly in English with odd Spanish words thrown in in my hysteria of reporting this accident that I had found.

As it happened, the police, or rather the Guardia, arrived a few minutes before the ambulance and paramedics and they were trying to get me to be a little more coherent in what I was saying. I kept on saying at how did they ever allow this kind of shoddy building work to continue that could fall down at any time and kill innocent people.

It didn't take the ambulance men long to clear the rubble off of Lucas and pronounce him dead at the scene and after two big drinks inside the house and with an interpreter there, I gave them the story of how I'd gone home for a couple of hours before returning for our usual afternoon game of chess, only to find him buried under the rubble. I'd tried, I said, to clear the blocks myself, showing my bloodstained hands where I'd scraped them, in trying to dig him out.

This was all noted down and I'm sure that it was also written that I was in tears the whole time. They had obviously guessed that we had been homosexual lovers but that was just a side issue in this case.

In the meantime, the ambulance crew had recovered Lucas' body and taken it away and I was eventually left crying alone on my promise that I would report to the local police station in the morning to give a more full and coherent statement.

                           *

This I did and admitted that we had at times, spent the night together but I had been at my own home when this tragic accident had occurred. The inquest was held two days later and that was the verdict of the coroner. The question of who was the beneficiary of his estate didn't come up.

It was his own fault that he was now dead and that I was still alive for he should never had kept those copies of the old wills of men that he had obviously killed himself and taken their estates and monies and now I had his. For if he had been a pro, he might have won though he wouldn't have found all my money for it was in various banks under various names for the one and only truth I had told him was that I had retired early.

 The rest of my story that I told to him, and to you, the reader, was a pack of lies. As stated, the only true fact was that I had retired, well up until then I had.

I wasn't a widower for I'd never been married. The so called underwear and dresses were just props to give verisimilitude to my cover story. Yes I'd been in the Merchant Navy but that is as far as it went. Neither had he ever been a deep sea diver working the oil rigs for I had learned a lot over the years. English was my native tongue but I was also fluent in French, German, Italian and Spanish and I had been working this scam over the past thirty years. I had houses and bank accounts in all these countries.

But on approaching sixty and having disposed of twelve other men I had tried to find the one lover that would have seen me through to my old age and if true, would have inherited well over two million pounds plus the properties and I had thought that Lucas might have been the lucky man.

So I had raised my tally to thirteen, a number I really didn't want to finish on, so I moved on, putting these last two houses onto the market and settled down in the Alicante region. I went to fund raising events and tea parties and listened to all the gossip and finally found a likely looking mate and eventually went and sat next to him in a bar. He was about fifty years of age and we chatted as one does over a beer, giving each other our names before I brought up the subject.

'Do you play chess?' I asked him. 'It's a good game for two.'

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