He continued on the road, loose gravel crunching under foot, smelling the grasses, the smell of tarmac gently heating in the sun, until he turned the ...orner. His home, the home of his childhood, small and remote, standing in a cleft of the undulating hills, just as it always had, just as it always would, he supposed. White washed walls and red tiled roof welcomed him back.Nothing different, nothing changed.The gate was still swinging in a lazy arc, faintly creaking, the noise being carried on. “Wow”, I laugh, shakily moving in to kiss you. “I know.” “I should get my bags. Left them on the doorstep,” standing, I rearrange my clothing and open the front door to find my bags still waiting in the porch, exactly where I dropped them before I pushed you inside. I grab them and bring them inside to find you standing waiting for me. Taking a bag from me with one hand and my now free hand with your other hand you lead me up the stairs and into the bedroom for the first time. Dropping the bags. I looked at his eyes and nodded for him to blast away. I could feel his heartbeat through his cock. He was throbbing. I wrapped my hand around him under my mouth and moved in unison up and down up and down. He was moaning and leaning back with is eyes closed. I had him where I wanted him.With a huge thrust and holding my head in place, his balls and cock blasted a stream of sperm into my mouth. 1, 2, 3 hard spurts. I had trouble swallowing and some leaked out down his cock. I almost choked as. Janne’s parents were all for it, and Dad was dead so he had no opinion but Mom was less than enthused that I was marrying Janne, who she had always refused to refer to as my partner, calling him my friend and asking me why I wasn’t dating my friend Anette, the lead singer from Nightwish., and why wasn’t I a good little straight boy like my brother.I finally responded by saying, “Mother, I love Janne and someday I will marry him. You don’t tell me who to love. I didn’t tell you not to marry Sami.