Introduction
Andrew McBride, Nathan Neilson, George Alcock, Scott Cook , Giles Hennessy, Alan Morris and Tom Lightfoot all featured in the story ‘Andy works late...’ What follows is a peep into the future of these men, how their paths crossed and who knows what besides....
Chapter One
They both liked what they called their quiet time in the evenings when the work of the day was over and they could sit and reminisce over a shot or three of their favorite single malt. It had been Scott that had first broached the idea of a guest house. That was way back when they were both about to come to the end of their army careers and have to look for a way in which to settle into civilian life. George was doubtful that they could succeed but agreed to give it a try and there they were three years later feeling totally satisfied by their achievement. The house stood overlooking a small harbor that was a Mecca for fishermen and those who liked to sail up and down the rocky coastline that was a feature of the area.
‘Never fancied boats myself,’ George would say.
‘No but you have fancied enough guys who sail in them,’ Scott would reply. They had settled down together like an old married couple and while they ran their guest house with military precision it was both homely and welcoming, especially to gay couples. This fact was discretely advertised in the gay media and although their neighbors were aware of it, they had come to welcome the two old soldiers into the local community. One of the joys of running the establishment was that they got to know a great many like minded couples who were often willing to share stories of their lives and experiences. Many were prepared to be quite graphic in their details and that made the story telling all the more fun.
It had been a quiet day, it was near the end of the season and the last of the regular guests who drove up to the coast had left that afternoon. George had just poured another round of drinks when the phone rang.
‘Ok, I’ll get it as I’m on my feet,’ George said and headed over to the reception area and the telephone. ‘Gledhill House, how may I help you?’ George said in his most charming voice. Scott always laughed at the way George answered the phone. ‘Whatever became of your sergeant’s bark?’ he would exclaim.
‘I would like to book a room for two if possible,’ came the voice down the line.
‘Yes and when and for how long,’ George asked.
‘Three nights from tomorrow night if possible, please.’
‘That will be fine, what name is it, sir?’
‘Name? Oh yes, my name is McBride, Andrew that is and my partner is Mr Lightfoot, Thomas Lightfoot.’
‘Do you want a double or a twin room, sir?’
‘Oh a double would be just fine, if that is OK with you.’
‘No problem, sir,’ George said knowingly. ‘And when can we expect you?’
‘Midday, is that acceptable – maybe you can recommend somewhere for lunch on our arrival.’
‘Most certainly sir, we look forward to seeing you.’ George hung up and noted the names in the register. As he wrote them he thought, ‘Could it be? No... too much of a coincidence and he went off to tell Scott.
‘McBride and Lightfoot you say? Could be... last I heard of them they were bound for somewhere hot and unpleasant. They must have left the army by now if they are the same guys. It will be interesting to meet them,’ Scott replied.
Andy put the phone down and turned to Tom and smiled. ‘Well that’s us booked in, I think that sounded like George on the phone – older and less commanding I would say. Let’s hope the place is as good as your friend Freddy made it out to be. But then three nights should not be a problem.’
‘We can always move on, there must be plenty of places with vacancies this late in the season,’ Tom replied as he stretched out on the couch in the den of their house. ‘According to Freddy Gledhill House is clean and comfortable and the hospitality good while the price is not over the top – what more could you want?’
‘If mine hosts are to be Alcock and Cook, we could be in for an interesting few days. It will be good to catch up on those two old queens.’ Andy said.
‘You mind they don’t catch up on you,’ Tom said grinning from ear to ear. ‘They had their way with you all those years ago and you may have to sit on your butt to protect it from further forays if they are as randy as they were in the past.’
‘My butt is your butt,’ Andy quipped in a mock Spanish accent, playfully punched Tom’s arm. Tom grabbed him in a head-lock and said, ‘Well prove it!’ Their lovemaking had lost none of its vigor over the years and it didn’t take much to get them going. Both were wearing only wife beater shirts and sweat pants, their clothing of choice when relaxing around the house. They would frequently wear nothing at all or maybe just briefs unless it was on the cards that one of their neighbors might call round. Jane Spinks, the elderly lady next door nearly died of shock when one day Tom had answered to door to her when he was stripped naked. He told Andy that her reaction was such that it was possible that she had never seen a man’s cock before. Since that day she had made fairly regular calls to borrow this or that or return said items. Tom was convinced that she wanted to see more of his cock but was unwilling to oblige.
Jane would have been shocked to see them now as they were head to toe on the sheepskin rug in front of the couch giving one another head. Both men were in excellent shape and looked much younger than their age. They still looked like brothers and bore the effects of the hot desert sun that had burned its mark on them when they served abroad.
They came almost simultaneously, relaxed for a while then gathered up their discarded clothes and began to plan their trip for the next day.
To be continued
Andrew McBride, Nathan Neilson, George Alcock, Scott Cook , Giles Hennessy, Alan Morris and Tom Lightfoot all featured in the story ‘Andy works late...’ What follows is a peep into the future of these men, how their paths crossed and who knows what besides....
Chapter One
They both liked what they called their quiet time in the evenings when the work of the day was over and they could sit and reminisce over a shot or three of their favorite single malt. It had been Scott that had first broached the idea of a guest house. That was way back when they were both about to come to the end of their army careers and have to look for a way in which to settle into civilian life. George was doubtful that they could succeed but agreed to give it a try and there they were three years later feeling totally satisfied by their achievement. The house stood overlooking a small harbor that was a Mecca for fishermen and those who liked to sail up and down the rocky coastline that was a feature of the area.
‘Never fancied boats myself,’ George would say.
‘No but you have fancied enough guys who sail in them,’ Scott would reply. They had settled down together like an old married couple and while they ran their guest house with military precision it was both homely and welcoming, especially to gay couples. This fact was discretely advertised in the gay media and although their neighbors were aware of it, they had come to welcome the two old soldiers into the local community. One of the joys of running the establishment was that they got to know a great many like minded couples who were often willing to share stories of their lives and experiences. Many were prepared to be quite graphic in their details and that made the story telling all the more fun.
It had been a quiet day, it was near the end of the season and the last of the regular guests who drove up to the coast had left that afternoon. George had just poured another round of drinks when the phone rang.
‘Ok, I’ll get it as I’m on my feet,’ George said and headed over to the reception area and the telephone. ‘Gledhill House, how may I help you?’ George said in his most charming voice. Scott always laughed at the way George answered the phone. ‘Whatever became of your sergeant’s bark?’ he would exclaim.
‘I would like to book a room for two if possible,’ came the voice down the line.
‘Yes and when and for how long,’ George asked.
‘Three nights from tomorrow night if possible, please.’
‘That will be fine, what name is it, sir?’
‘Name? Oh yes, my name is McBride, Andrew that is and my partner is Mr Lightfoot, Thomas Lightfoot.’
‘Do you want a double or a twin room, sir?’
‘Oh a double would be just fine, if that is OK with you.’
‘No problem, sir,’ George said knowingly. ‘And when can we expect you?’
‘Midday, is that acceptable – maybe you can recommend somewhere for lunch on our arrival.’
‘Most certainly sir, we look forward to seeing you.’ George hung up and noted the names in the register. As he wrote them he thought, ‘Could it be? No... too much of a coincidence and he went off to tell Scott.
‘McBride and Lightfoot you say? Could be... last I heard of them they were bound for somewhere hot and unpleasant. They must have left the army by now if they are the same guys. It will be interesting to meet them,’ Scott replied.
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Andy put the phone down and turned to Tom and smiled. ‘Well that’s us booked in, I think that sounded like George on the phone – older and less commanding I would say. Let’s hope the place is as good as your friend Freddy made it out to be. But then three nights should not be a problem.’
‘We can always move on, there must be plenty of places with vacancies this late in the season,’ Tom replied as he stretched out on the couch in the den of their house. ‘According to Freddy Gledhill House is clean and comfortable and the hospitality good while the price is not over the top – what more could you want?’
‘If mine hosts are to be Alcock and Cook, we could be in for an interesting few days. It will be good to catch up on those two old queens.’ Andy said.
‘You mind they don’t catch up on you,’ Tom said grinning from ear to ear. ‘They had their way with you all those years ago and you may have to sit on your butt to protect it from further forays if they are as randy as they were in the past.’
‘My butt is your butt,’ Andy quipped in a mock Spanish accent, playfully punched Tom’s arm. Tom grabbed him in a head-lock and said, ‘Well prove it!’ Their lovemaking had lost none of its vigor over the years and it didn’t take much to get them going. Both were wearing only wife beater shirts and sweat pants, their clothing of choice when relaxing around the house. They would frequently wear nothing at all or maybe just briefs unless it was on the cards that one of their neighbors might call round. Jane Spinks, the elderly lady next door nearly died of shock when one day Tom had answered to door to her when he was stripped naked. He told Andy that her reaction was such that it was possible that she had never seen a man’s cock before. Since that day she had made fairly regular calls to borrow this or that or return said items. Tom was convinced that she wanted to see more of his cock but was unwilling to oblige.
Jane would have been shocked to see them now as they were head to toe on the sheepskin rug in front of the couch giving one another head. Both men were in excellent shape and looked much younger than their age. They still looked like brothers and bore the effects of the hot desert sun that had burned its mark on them when they served abroad.
They came almost simultaneously, relaxed for a while then gathered up their discarded clothes and began to plan their trip for the next day.
To be continued
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