My ammunition of gunge was depleting quickly, in contrast to my passion and enjoyment of abusing this man, which was running at max, my cock straining at my underwear so hard it was starting to get uncomfortable. As I worked on him, coating his body with more custard, natrosol, pies and a large gateau that I had added to my shopping basket last thing, and was now glad I did, I felt a release. Clarity at the reality that Brad had been the dominate one. Not in your traditional sub Dom, role play aspect, but more in the dynamic of our relationship, I was always the one to give, the one to bend, the first one to say sorry, the only one to consider my feelings. Couple this with the humiliation of his disappearance, the arrival of police, Lock with his computer interrogation, Plod one and two invading my cupboards, wardrobes and privacy, discovering the things that I wasn't ashamed of, but would prefer not have so publicly displayed. This was the reaction to that. Years of subordination in the literal sense was being erased. Through the events of the last week, I was transforming. Dan had been transformed beyond recognition. My change was equally as dramatic in a different sense. Evolution was taking place.

I undid my jeans, dropping them to the floor, stamping them down, then stepping out. My boxers followed and my cock sprung free. Dan was on his knees before me, panting quickly. He was rubbing the mess over his chest, working down and wanking his cock. The skin rolled back and forward quickly, the mess acting as lube. I walked forward and grabbed his head. He stopped wanking and his arms automatically returned up, fingers lacing together behind his head. I slapped my cock against his face, sending drops of custard, cream, natrosol, cake and trifle into the air before falling onto his chest and shoulders. Slowly I rubbed my cock through the mess, coating it, and leaving a cleaner trail behind, his flawless skin more visible.

"Good man" I whispered. Dan groaned gently, as I worked my cock over his forehead, nose, down to his lips.

"Open up, clean my cock" I said, and Dan immediately opened his mouth. His tongue, pink and clean in contrast to the mess that adorned the rest of his face. I pushed my cock in, and he closed his mouth around it. I could feel his tongue working my cock. I pulled my hips back, my hardon emerging from his mouth until the tip was almost visible. I thrust back in slowly, all the way. Dan gagged, and I pulled back out. Something told me he wasn't used to this, which ignited more passion in me. He used the tip of his tongue along my frenulum, sending sparks of pleasure through me. I pushed back in, not as far. His eyes met mine, transferring emotion that words could not pay tribute to.

I pulled out, my cock clean of gunge, but glistening with Dan's saliva. I moved back from him and hunted for the condom I had so casually discarded earlier, the effect dramatic then, but more annoying now. It lay on the worktop next to his wallet, flipped open, his picture on his driving license staring back at me.

"Into position" I ordered.

Dan hesitated, unsure. Then adopted a hands and knees position facing away from me. I told him to show his hole. He pulled at his cheeks, his slimy fingers struggling to make purchase on his equally as slimy ass. Eventually he parted enough to display his hole. Hairy around his inner thighs, his hole itself was pink, a tight entry. It looked unused.

I slipped on the condom and rolled it down my shaft, approaching him from behind, and knelt. He continued to spread his cheeks as best he could. I placed the end of my cock on his hole and slowly circled the skin there. I needed no lube, the mess was providing all we needed. I felt Dan tense, his hole puckering up, tensing tightly.

His breathing was still laboured, I could see his back rising and falling, glistening under the sheen of gunge. "I've not done this before" he panted.

I paused, was he top? Straight? Surely not a virgin. I was normally bottom myself, but the transformation was complete. I was ready, and I wanted him to be.

I said nothing, and slowly pushed in, the end of my cock disappearing into him. I paused, waiting for a reaction. There was a slight gasp, an exhalation that I could not gauge if was surprise, pain or passion. I allowed Dan to adapt. He offered no further resistance and I slowly eased in, inch by inch, pausing every now and then to allow him to get used to the alien feeling. Slowly I retracted and re-entered. Repeating slowly. Dan started to make whimpering noises. I slowed, then stopped. Dan pushed back, drawing me back into him. I pushed against him, penetrating fully. He rocked back and forth eager for me. Grunts and pants filled the air, from both of us as we in unison lost ourselves in each other. I pulled out, Dan seem surprised. I rolled beneath him, my shirt sliding through the thick mess coating the plastic floor covering.

"Get on top" I breathed. He stood, legs either side of my thighs. I drank him in, muscular, strong, powerful, his erection standing like him, proud. He hunkered down on his haunches, muscles on his thighs contracting, rippling. He eased onto my cock and it joined us together again. He used his considerable leg strength to control his ascent and descent, each descent accompanied by a pant, a grunt, an exclamation. I grasped his pecs and ran my fingers through his hair. His body was so hard, so compact, drops of gunge, custard and crust falling from it, onto my belly.

I wriggled out from under him and guided him onto his back. He lay his head back in a pool of gunge. I lifted his legs and held one high just below his ankle. I guided myself in. He cried out in passion, his hands digging into my thighs, pinching tightly. He moved his hand to his cock and pumped faster and faster. He cried out, rising staccato cries of relief and energy as he came. His come splattered his body, hot, thick streams pumping out over his belly, reaching his chest. I pulled out and rolled off the condom, scooting myself up his body, my knees either side of his chest. I leaned forward and joined his release, my come spurting in arcs over his face. Three, four, five, six ejaculations, each one smaller than the last as my passion was sated. I moved my lips to Dan's and for the first time we kissed, gentle, sensual, the role play over. Feelings welled up, blossoming in me. I thought I had felt love, definitely lust with Brad, but this felt different, a confirmation of sorts that I was better than Brad, better than the string of failed relationships, my gunge fetish being the issue, the easy scapegoat when things started to fail.

*****

I lay on the bed, arm circled behind my head, as I watched the door of the en-suite open. Dan emerged, towel wrapped round his waist. After we had come we left the kitchen in a mess and cleaned up in the shower, taking turns to wash away gunge and simultaneously take more enjoyment from each other bodies. He flopped beside me, and rested his head on my chest, I moved my hand from behind my head and encircled his shoulder.

"While you were finishing up in there, I ordered a pizza". Neither of us had eaten and the kitchen was not in a state to prepare food, so a dial in it was. The kitchen could wait.

"You better get dressed" I said, laughing, tweaking his nipple

"Funny man, a comedian" he laughed back, "when he comes I'll wait here until he's gone"

We ate pizza, me in a old pair of joggers, faded Radiohead T-shirt and socks. Dan was naked, he had his stab vest of course, but chose to eat naked. Hours slipped by. Dan had considered himself straight, had dated girls but at the moment was single. He hadn't considered himself as gay, maybe bisexual but the video displayed to him that day with Lock, had ignited something. He had done some research, and wanking apparently, discovering UMD himself. He had arrived at the house to return the phone and laptop, in the hope rather than expectation. I had read him correctly all along. Call it my journalistic intuition.

****

Brad pleaded not guilty, but was subsequently found guilty at trial and was handed a sentence of nine year imprisonment. In British law he was to serve half, so that would mean he should be out any moment now. Supplying and distributing Class A drugs was a serious offence. To get nine years may have meant there were further more serious charges too. I couldn't care less, and avoided the trial, and the press coverage. My paper covered it, I wasn't offered the story. Even if I had I would have refused it. It held no interest.

In the intervening years Kirsty, my secretary recovered from my tirade, she married a builder, fell pregnant and moved to Manchester. Dan and I dated, then moved in together. He is now my husband. We still gunge, from time to time, and he is no longer a sub, we switch, or are equals, depending on our mood.

If Brad was a monumental mistake, Dan has been the polar opposite, a triumph of my emergence from the shadow that was Brad. A man so vain that, with apologies to Carly Simon, probably believes this story is about him. It is partly, Brad, you played your part. I should thank you really, your actions brought me true happiness, a life partner, my Dan, my PC Gunge.
As we emerge from the covid pandemic, blinking in the light of a fresh dawn, a new era, I have had the time to write my story for UMD. Of course I have changed the names to protect the innocent, and the not so innocent, but lest this story stand testament that regardless of our kinks, it is these kinks, these differences, they make us unique, and that in itself is cause for celebration. Our individual route to fulfilment, acceptance, tolerance and respect is there, we just need to find the way to reach it.