Carl and Tony Hannah were a gay couple in a Civil Partnership. Carl was the house ‘wife’, while
Tony went to work in a gay ‘private’ shop (handy). They were, like many people, almost skint due to the
favourite British hobby of ‘economy’ recessions (especially double dip ones), plus Tony’s untremendous
wage; and therefore much of their stuff was on the never, never ever. But, that didn’t matter so much, as
they had a great sex life.
They agreed a great sex life could dampen the effect of any money problems either they and the
country had, as a good stiff penis up your beautiful eager brown tube was almost knowing God directly (as
far as Carl was concerned anyway, Tony wasn’t far behind ... extremely close actually) ... which is
obviously why God placed all sorts of nerves and buttons up there. Unjudgemental God obviously knew
the pleasures of anal sex through the divine act of experiencing physical life through ‘our’ human bodies
(self experiencing self) ... so, if it wasn’t great, why did G invent it in the first place? God may be a lot of
things, but she sure isn’t stupid (we’re stupid). But, there is more to a relationship than sex, not ‘much’
more granted, and there is an amazing story to be told here so allow me to please shut up about nookie in
order to tell it you.
Carl was always nagging Tony about money, because he wanted them both to go to Dubai for the
‘holiday of a lifetime’. Tony wasn’t thrilled about the ‘holiday of a lifetime’ bit because with them both
being 33, there was a lot of lifetime still to go; hopefully. Life went on though and Carl held onto his
dream, and Tony held onto, amongst other things, several plastic bums each day, all containing vibrating
arseholes, as he displayed them to customers (he wasn’t sure whether the shop or home was the busman’s
holiday).
Carl was also into the psychic and wanted to go to a clairvoyant/ psychic for a reading, see if
anything good was on its way? Tony wasn’t much into it though and thought it was mumbo jumbo, so
Carl didn’t mention it to him, as he tended to get a tad angry on the subject. He would have to go on the
quiet.
The next day, Friday, after Tony had set off for work, Carl went shopping ... the weekly two bus ride
(one to the centre, and another one to the supermarket on the outskirts), followed by the routine trek
around the supermarket and the taxi ride home with bags full of stuff to swallow (that thought appealed to
Carl). On the way he called into the library to drop off a book and when he was coming out (he had done
that years ago), he noticed a poster on the notice board (which is why they’re called notice boards):
Samantha, top international Clairvoyant, Saturday Evening, 7.30 PM, the Town Hall.
Messages from the other side. Not to be missed.
Oh boy! He loved the sound of that. Maybe he would get a message from someone! His granddad
perhaps? He had got on really well with his granddad, but his grandma had died before he was old enough
to really get to know her. And, it was the next evening. They could go there, then out for a meal followed
by the local gay club and make a night of it. Tony would have to agree to go along with him, or no ‘rim’
and bollock nibble and lick (named after the ‘niblick’ golf club ... Tony liked golf) for him tonight.
When he got home he unpacked the shopping and started to put it away and as he was doing so,
Tony came home with a bulge in his jeans and an intention. He snook up behind Carl, put his hands round
his waist, kissed his neck, and said ... “Fancy going upstairs for a ‘while’?” Carl saw his chance .. “Well
yes handsome, but only if we can go to the Clairvoyant show tomorrow night.”
Tony wasn’t into it, and he said “Oh no, not that ....”
“Ok then” replied Carl, “I might just lay off the ‘niblick’ and the gorgeous blow job then.”
“Ok, we can go. I can’t wait” (that sped his decision making up somewhat).
They went upstairs and undressed each other ...
Now you the reader must have read erotic sex scenes before and once you’ve read one, you’ve read
them all. So, I thought I could invent the EBWaD, the Erotic Book With a Difference. This book contains
an Imaginarium, which is inside your mind already. The sex scene is therefore up to you. I may say that
Carl unzipped Tony’s fly, pulled down his jeans and his pants and exposed his thick seven inch semi-hard
eager spunk cannon (goo gun? Sperm perm ... if it goes in Carl’s hair ... whatever) ... but, you dear reader
