Remember, Remember, The Sixth of November
by David Heulfryn

 

My parents were lecturers at the local university. Mum was a professor in the Psychology Department, and Dad was a Doctor in the Humanities Department. Each year, they opened our home to an overseas student as part of a cultural exchange. Showing them how a typical family loved, if there ever was such a thing. It also gave them a chance to improve their English.

This year, we played host to a postgraduate archaeology student from Czechia. The university was undertaking a joint project with the university in the Czech Republic to map and excavate a field where they believed a Roman Villa stood.

This year proved to be awkward. My sister had moved back in with us after splitting up with her boyfriend. She’d moved into his apartment about a year ago, and their relationship deteriorated.

This meant she was back in the small boxroom. I had a large double room, and my parents had the master bedroom with en-suite. The fourth bedroom was Dad’s study. It was his sanctuary where we worked and wrote his books between lecturing. He was not going to give that up.

So, the student had to bunk in with me. I was not happy.

Mum had bought a new single bed for him to sleep in, and I had to clear some space for his things.

I tried to persuade them not to host a student this year. I was in my first year as an undergraduate at the university, and suggested I need my space, peace, and quiet to study. But they didn’t buy my arguments.

The student’s name was Risa. He was twenty-two years old and had the dark features that I guessed a lot of Eastern Europeans had.

He was polite, and his English was good. He was grateful for the opportunity and thanked us profusely.

Mum told me to show him my room. During the months while they arranged to host him, they explained that there was an unexpected change and he would have to share a room with me. He didn’t mind.

“I’m Will,” I held my hand out to greet him when Dad brought him home. “It seems we’re roomies.” I tried to sound pleased despite not looking forward to sharing.

“Risa. Pleased to meet you, Willy.” He shook my hand.

I grabbed his suitcase. “Come, I’ll show you to our room.”

He followed me upstairs, and I placed the suitcase by his bed. I showed him the wardrobe and drawers he could use and told him he could use my desk whenever needed.

“Please, Willy. I explain that when I go to bed, I sleep naked.” Risa informed me, “But I can wear something if you wish.”

I shrugged, “Doesn’t bother me.” I didn’t want him to think I was a prude.

“Do you sleep naked?” He asked.

“No!” I sounded a little shocked and tried to calm my voice. “I sleep in my pants.”

“That must be uncomfortable.” Risa looked confused, “You should remove pants and sleep in underwear.”

I laughed. He looked at me, wondering what was so funny. “In England, we call underwear pants, and what Americans call pants, we call trousers.”

“Why?” He asked, “I learn English, but some words you use are new to me.”

I laughed again, “Don’t worry, just ask, and I’ll explain. There will probably be a lot of slang you won’t understand.”

Risa smiled at me. “I glad you here to help.”

 

Over the next six weeks, we kept out of each other’s way, and Risa respected my privacy. I would always leave the bedroom so he could undress and would never be there when he came out of the shower. I suspect he knew what I was doing and did the same for me. Despite him sleeping naked, I never saw him naked. The most I saw was him topless. He was relatively hairy, and I tried not to be too obvious when I looked at him.

My parents insisted we eat as a family each evening, and some weekends, we would take Risa out to show him more of the UK. I sometimes went, and sometimes I stayed at home and studied. I also had my friends.

But things changed on Guy Fawkes Night.

My family took Risa to a Bonfire Night event on the fifth of November. It was held on the local football field, and the pile of wood had been collected for days and weeks. It was only an amateur club, but they held these events as a fundraiser.

While my parents and older sister were talking to acquaintances from the village, they weren’t really friends. Risa and I sat about twenty metres from the bonfire on the embankment leading up to the clubhouse.

“So what is this about?” Risa asked me, curious about what this celebration was about.

“It’s Bonfire night!” I couldn’t believe he hadn’t heard of it.

Risa shrugged.

“Guy Fawkes Night?” He shrugged again. “Well, the story begins when Henry the Eighth.”

“I heard of him,” Risa interrupted.

“Well, when he stopped being a Catholic so he could divorce one of his many wives, he set up the Church of England and insisted we all join the new church. He then persecuted all Catholics, stopping them from worshipping and executing many who defied him. When James the First came to the throne, the Catholics thought he might go easier on them, his mum being a Catholic, but he wasn’t. So, some blokes planned to blow up the King when he was in parliament and put on the throne someone who liked Catholics. But it failed, and they were hanged, drawn and quartered. Now, we celebrate the failed plot each year by setting a bonfire and letting off fireworks.”

“But I was brought up Cath-o-lic. Is that problem?” Risa looked concerned.

I laughed, “No. We don’t persecute Catholics anymore. We allow all religions.”

We talked some more about this peculiarly British festival. I had to pull out my phone sometimes to check some facts. Risa seemed fascinated. It was the most we had spoken since he’d moved in with us. Despite him sleeping in my room and disturbing my solitude, I grew to like him. I noticed my mother look at us, smiling that we’d finally become friends and not just roommates.

I realised that we were no longer looking at the bonfire as we talked and were looking at each other. Despite the darkness, I could see his blue eyes, and his innocent smile made me relax. He inched closer to me, and then his lips touched mine. I embraced him and returned the kiss. We soon progressed from his initial chaste kiss to a hard, ravenous kiss as our tongues duelled.

Risa squeezed my crotch, feeling my hard cock through my jeans. He kept squeezing as we kissed. His lips slipped from mine, and he nibbled my neck, sucking my skin.

My cock eruption in my jeans as my face contorted and my body spasmed. Risa held me as my body shook while I came. When I opened my eyes, he was smiling.

I looked around and saw a crowd of people, including my parents and sister, looking at us. I heard my sister giggle.

“What the fuck!” I stood and stomped away. I needed to get away, but Risa followed.

“Wait, Willy.” He caught up with me.

“It’s fucking, Will!” I shouted at him. He always called me Willy, and it made me feel like a child.

“I’m sorry… Will.” He concentrated on saying my name right. “What’s the matter? I thought you wanted…”

“No, I fucking didn’t!” I kept shouting at him. “You fucking kissed me, I didn’t ask you to. You made me spunk my pants in front of half the fucking village and my family. My fucking sister. It was humiliating. How can I look at them ever again, knowing they’ve seen my face as I cum.” I shuddered at the thought.

“I didn’t know you were…” He had to concentrate and try to find the words in English.

“Didn’t know I was what?”

“Erm… Sensitive. Not used to be touched.”

“Fuck off, Risa!” I turned and stomped away again. I wanted to run, run as fast as I could, but I didn’t want people to think I was scared and running away. I was grateful that my mother stopped Risa from following me.

I didn’t want to go home, but I had no choice. I walked around the streets briefly, listening to the fireworks as people celebrated. But it was cold, so I went back to the warm house.

I went straight to my bedroom and turned on my bedside light. I looked at the neatly made bed where Risa slept. My eyes started to water. I couldn’t face anybody, so I went to bed, stripping off my clothes and leaving them at the foot of my bed. I kept my spunky briefs on and got underneath my duvet. I curled up and cried into my pillow. My head was spinning. Risa must have seen something in me that made him realise I was gay. I’d never told anyone. I wasn’t ready yet. I was scared. It wasn’t of my family’s reaction; it was of being different.

I had been crying for an hour when I heard the door and someone coming up the stairs. I flicked off the light and turned over to face the wall, bringing the duvet to my eyes covering my face as much as possible. Whoever it was, I didn’t want to see or speak to them.

The door opened and closed. I could hear Risa breathing as he stood by the door, then he shuffled over to his bed.

“Will?” He said softly. I ignored him. “I’m sorry, Willy. I thought you were attracted to me.” I remained silent. “Your mother suggested I talk to you about how you feel.”

“What made you think I’m gay.” I sniffed my tears away.

“I know. It seemed obvious. Your parents know. Your mother told me after you walked away.”

“My Mum knows?” My heart was palpitating.

“Your family are fine with it. She said they waiting for you to tell.” Risa told me, and I turned my head to look at his silhouette.

Risa turned on my bedside lamp and gently pulled my duvet from my face. He looked at my red, puffy eyes. I didn’t flinch when he wiped my tears with his finger. I was surprised when he licked his finger to taste my tears.

“I’m so sorry, Willy.” Risa looked dejected and upset that he’d hurt me.

I turned over to look at him properly. He looked worried about me. I couldn’t be angry at that face. “I’m sorry, Risa. I shouldn’t have treated you like that. It was unforgivable.”

“I forgive you.” There was that innocent smile again. “And I’m sorry for kissing you and touching you. You looked so sweet as we talked. I felt myself falling for you.” I felt embarrassed. Risa chuckled, “Your cheeks gone red.”

I smiled back at him. He looked so cute. How could I remain mad at him?

Risa noticed my discarded clothes, “You still wear underwear?” He asked.

I nodded.

“You should take off. Damp will make you sore. Let your skin dry tonight. Wear underwear tomorrow night.”

He made sense. I shuffled under my duvet and pulled off my cum soaked pants. I was going to throw them on the floor when Risa took them from me and placed them in the dirty laundry basket.

Risa sat back on his bed and licked his hand. “You taste good.”

I laughed as he tasted the remnants of my stale cum.

“I go bed now.” He said, slowly taking off his clothes. I didn’t look away; I think the time for bashfulness was over.

I’d seen Risa shirtless, but now I was looking through different eyes. My new eyes were attracted to him. He was hairier than I was. His chest was covered with short dark hair. I think he wanted to tease me as he sat on his bed and took off his socks. He tossed them aside and unbuttoned his jeans. He pulled them off, and I looked at his hairy legs. I could even see the hair on his feet and toes. I supposed it was his Eastern European heritage. Weren’t they supposed to be hairier? Perhaps not. Perhaps this was just him.

He now only wore his tight briefs. He filled out the pouch nicely, and I felt my cock react. I tried to reach down and tug my cock without him noticing, but that was impossible, and I saw that innocent smile again as my hand rustled the duvet.

Risa cupped his bulge, teasing me. I’d had plenty of chances to see him naked, but I never did. I always made sure I wasn’t in the room when he dressed or came from the shower. Now, I wanted to see what was hidden in his briefs.

He gripped the waistband and pulled them down. He looked gorgeous. He looked like a real man. His cock was thick and hung about five inches from a wild bush of pubic hair. His balls hung low and looked heavy. I wanted him. I would no longer deny myself.

“We talk again tomorrow.”

Risa got into bed, and I turned off the lamp. My cock was hard from looking at his naked body, but I was tired. I turned over and fell asleep.

 

The following morning, I woke up alone. Risa must have got up and gone to university. Mum came in and sat on my bed. She brushed the hair from my face.

“Everything is going to be fine, Dear.” She smiled down at me. “Nothing has changed, and we all love you the same.”

“Thanks, Mum,” I said softly.

She slapped my shoulder, “Now get up. You have lectures this afternoon.”

That evening, we met around the dining table, and no one mentioned what had happened. It was like it never did. They all now knew I was gay, they’d seen me cum, but everything was the same.

After dinner, Risa took me up to our room to talk.

He sat on his bed. I sat on mine. I looked at the floor. It was nearly twenty-four hours ago that I’d seen him naked, standing near where he was now. If I looked at him, I would imagine him naked and his thick cock. That would cause me to get hard.

“Are you okay, Willy?” He asked.

“I’m fine. I feel weird now that my family know.”

“It nothing to be afraid.” He stated.

“I know.” I sighed.

“It a relief?” He queried.

“I suppose so. At least I don’t need to have the big coming out drama.”

“Have you boyfriend?”

“No.”

“Ever had boyfriend?” Risa asked.

“No.” This was not much of a conversation.

“Are you virgin?”

I snatched my head up to look him in the eye. “That’s very personal.” I think he saw the fear in my face. But I drew a deep breath and admitted it. “Yes, I am.”

“You very handsome. Very sexy. I very attracted.”

Risa had opened up to me, about how he felt. “You’re also very handsome.” I looked at his body and saw his chest hair protruding from the top of his shirt.

“Sexy?” He teased me.

“Fuck yes.” I gasped.

“Can we be boyfriend? I like you very much.”

I was surprised by his boldness. I looked away from him. I felt bashful. A guy had never asked me out before. “Perhaps,” I said.

Risa came over to my bed and wrapped his arm around my shoulder. “May I kiss you?” I looked at him and his innocent smile. I nodded, and he gently pressed his lips on mine. I kissed back and pushed my tongue into his mouth. It felt better than last night in front of the bonfire. He touched my crotch again, and I was hard. He squeezed like he did yesterday. I grabbed his wrist and pulled his hand away. I didn’t want to cum again. Not like this.

I pulled away from him. “You make me so hard,” I told him. “Do I make you hard?” I didn’t wait for him to answer. I felt his crotch; he did feel hard.

I stood up and faced him. Risa was about to get up, too, but I held his shoulders, keeping him sitting on my bed.

This was a big moment for me. I pulled off my tee shirt. I resisted the temptation to cross my arms, to shield my hairless chest from Risa. He remained silent, looking at me and my skin.

I pulled down my jeans and stood wearing only my briefs. It was the most exposed I had ever felt, especially with my cock hard and pushing the pouch into an obscene bulge. I watched as Risa licked his lips. He truly desired me. I’d never felt desired before.

I pulled down my briefs and let Risa look at my hard cock.

“Beautiful.” Risa looked at my cock, its exposed head, as my foreskin had rolled back. The head glistened, and a drop of precum emerged. Risa reached out and picked up the drop on his finger. He sucked it. Tasting me. “May I?” He asked, looking at my cock.

I nodded and felt his hands on my naked hips. He pulled me towards him, pulling my cock towards his mouth. He opened his lips and slipped them over my cock. I closed my eyes. The sensation of his lips was so different and more intense than my hand had ever caused.

Risa held my balls as he sucked me. He’d gone further, and I felt my cock hit the back of his throat. I finally looked down at him as he went further and pushed the last few inches down his throat. He buried his nose in my mousey pubes.

Like last night, I didn’t last long and was too entranced to mouth any warning. Risa didn’t flinch as my cock throbbed and filled his mouth with cum. He swallowed while I was still spewing my cum. I filled his mouth again and pressed his lips firmly against my shaft. Not a single drop seeped from his lips. He swallowed all of me.

I was gasping, my head swirling after receiving my first-ever blowjob. My cock was softening, and he released it from his lips. I grew bolder, “Will you fuck me?” I pleaded.

I wanted to experience everything. I wanted it to be with him. I trusted him.

“You sure?” He asked. “It hurt first time,” Risa told me.

“I’m sure, Risa.”

Risa stood and stripped naked. I enjoyed watching him. My cock lurched but wasn’t recovered enough to get hard. He manoeuvred me until I was bent over my desk, my arse poking towards him.

“Do you have lube?” I asked. His cock was thick, and I was nervous he was going to fuck me dry.

“No need.” He said, and I shivered, scared of the pain.

I felt him spread my arse cheeks, and instead of his cock, I felt his tongue delve deep and lick my hole. He used his tongue to tease me, to relax me and to open me up. His tongue felt fantastic as he licked me; it felt better when he poked the tip and licked the rim. I groaned and instinctively opened up to get his tongue deeper inside me.

I smiled as I thought it must be like licking a yoghurt pot clean, poking inside, licking the sides and swallowing the remnants. I wondered what I tasted like. I then wondered what Risa tasted like. I hope I had the opportunity to discover.

“Oh, fuck!” I gasped as I felt his finger enter me, then two. He stretched my virgin hole.

I didn’t know how it would feel. I expected pain, but I only felt a pleasurable discomfort. It signalled what was to come. My cock was raging as his fingers rubbed against that special place inside me. It leaked onto my desk. I was desperate to touch it, but I was braced against the desk so I couldn’t reach it.

I felt empty when he pulled out his fingers. I felt his breath on my ear. “Lay on the bed,” Risa told me.

I straightened up, grateful to relax my muscles, and I had a chance to give my cock a few tugs. I lay on my stomach.

“On back, Willy,” Risa told me. “I make love to you, not fuck.”

I turned over and looked at his face. I didn’t see lust or desire. I saw a softness that showed he cared for me. His cock was hard and wet from leaking. I obviously sexually aroused him, but this wasn’t some transaction between us: me losing my virginity and him getting his rocks off.

Risa lay on top of me and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around him, holding him close to me, ensuring maximum body contact. I knew this was sex. No, it wasn’t sex. It was making love. Risa showed great affection for me, perhaps not love, but a great fondness. I was glad he would be my first and not some fumble down a back alley, being used by someone, fucking me hard and splitting me apart. Risa took great care to ensure my first time was as pleasurable as possible.

He pulled up my legs and devoured my arse again. I felt wetter as he spat at my arse; his spittle dripped from my arse to my balls. His fingers teased me open again. He pushed three inside me. I ached for him to touch that mysterious place, but he was concentrating on stretching me. His cock was thick, and he took great care to prepare me.

Risa placed my legs on his shoulders and leaned forward. He kissed me, and my hips curled, exposing my most intimate body part. I felt the air cool my hole. It twitched with the desire to be penetrated.

“You ready, Willy?” Risa looked at me. I didn’t sense any expectation. If I said ‘no’, I knew he’d stop.

I felt safe with him. I felt he was more concerned with not hurting me than using me. He sensed the fear in my eyes.

“I be gentle. But may hurt at beginning.”

“I know. I ready.” I was picking up his broken English.

Risa started to breathe slowly and deeply. I mimicked his breathing. I felt his blunt cock connect with my hole. I was still slightly open, and his cock nestled neatly in the dimple.

“Deep breath, then hold.” He told me.

I did as instructed, and as I held my breath. Risa forced the head of his cock inside me. I was concentrating on holding my breath and couldn’t scream. The pain burned, and a tear rolled down my cheek. Risa leant forward and kissed away my tear. He held his cock head inside me. My anus spasmed around it, trying to expel it and suck in more in equal measure.

We lay still, waiting, waiting for my arse to accept his cock. My arse gradually relaxed. As he felt the tension ease, he pushed in a little more. It must have taken more than ten minutes before his cock was deep inside me, his wild pubes tickling my balls. The pain was gone; only discomfort remained. I felt a drop of sweat hit my cheek. Risa was sweating. I hadn’t realised the effort it took to hold himself above me.

Risa wriggled his hips, and I felt his cock move inside me. I groaned, and I forgot the discomfort. He began to pull out and back in. It started shallow and gradually increased until he almost pulled out before pushing back in. Risa made slow, passionate love to me. I remained compliant beneath him, enjoying whatever new sensations he offered me.

I writhed beneath him. I felt the clammy skin on his arms and back as I touched him while he fucked me. His thick cock stoked that special place within me and kept my cock hard. I didn’t touch it. I wanted to feel Risa.

My cock leaked profusely. Risa’s gentle fucking became more insistent. He was panting. My cock lurched each time he pushed inside and stroked my prostate. I was grunting beneath him. I didn’t care that my parents and sister were downstairs. My entire focus was on my groin and the pleasure Risa gave me.

A sense of ecstasy radiated from within, from where Risa’s cock touched me. It grew and became intolerable. My cock throbbed and flailed. My cum shot like a cannon from my cock. It flew between us, and some landed on my face, my chest, and his chest. I’d never cum so much or so hard. I always thought I was a dribbler, but Risa had made me shoot. My body went limp. I now took pleasure in giving Risa pleasure. He carried on fucking me. I could have let him do it all night. I didn’t want it to end.

But we couldn’t lie in Congress forever. I knew it would end, and when I felt Risa’s cock throb, I tried to use my hole to suck his cock, suck it dry and hold his cum inside me. I enjoyed the throbbing within me and held Risa as he fell on me.

I couldn’t say what happened next. All I knew was that when I woke in the middle of the night, Risa was lying next to me in my bed, spooning me and holding me against him.

I didn’t know if this would last one night, one month or one year. My night with Risa would always be special, not because he was my first, but because he cared for me, and I cared for him.

For years to come, Bonfire Night would always make me horny.

 

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